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HAHAHAHAH IM SO NORMAL ABOUT THISSS
hear me out, animatic, 3 parter, for 2 of the videos, all to TØP music
“I uncovered minecraft’s greatest secret”- Backslide
“I broke into minecraft’s most secure Prison”- Vignette
Idk if there will be others but when i first listened to the album i literally had visions of them in SAD-ist animation style to the songs.. SO maybe one day this will happen im not making promises bc I AM NOT an animator, and im in school rn soooooo ahhahahaha
#unstableverse#unstable universe#lifesteal smp#parrotx2#wifies#spokeishere#GUYS THE FANDOM IS REAL#I JOINED WHEN THERE WERE 0 FICS AND LIKE A PINTCH OF ART FOR THE UU FANDOM#I COME BACK AFTER LIKE 5-6 MONTHS AND THERES 3 PAGES OF FICS ON AO3#i’m thriving#i had 3 videos to catch up on#i love parrot and wifies friendship sooo much 😭😭#Someone put a gun to my head to actually get me drawing#i feel like i made their designs simple enough that its po#I tried to make parrot NOT look like grian#bc i dislike when artists make him look similar bc it makes me confused#also i kinda love my idea that Wifies is an every man#like he’s 100% a basic bitch in the best way possible#ALSO i’ve seen that it might be cannon THAT HES A CLONE AND THAT HAS ME SOBBING ON THE FLOOR#HES A BITCH WITH A BACKSTORY FRFR#also pls ignore that some of the coloring is messed up this took me MONTHS to finish bc ive had major art block and school 😭#blehh :3#isucatart#Spotify
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I dmand all your cute Longan HCs or else.../j
Took a while to answer this one bc I wanted to illustrate some of my ideas! I thank you for asking me uwu
Has a natural, booming voice. Doesn't need to try at all to make themselves heard over a raging storm. Also, rarely blinks as part of their intimidation towards others. Towards someone they care about, Longan will naturally blink more and even make an effort to speak more softly to them.
Big thing in my artworks of them is that they're super tall compared to regular cookies. This, of course, gives them a larger stride when walking. They won't slow down, even for their precious weak one. Though, they'll look over their shoulder now and then to watch them struggle to keep up; it's amusing to them :P
DEF NOT THE PERFECT PARTNER. Even if they gain a companion, they'll still be fixated on their goals. If their weak one's interests lie in anything cookiekind-related, Longan will be completely tuned out of it. EVENTUALLY, they'll try to see what all the fuss is about. Just to learn and form their own opinions about it.
Something angsty- if their weak one is a normal cookie and not a dragon, their mortality will become a constant thought in Longan's mind. They'll get more and more attached over time but in turn, put up a stronger aloof front. They have the power to bring back the era of dragons, but they can't bring back a cookie once they're gone... ...unless they can preserve them in some way. cutely petrifies their beloved into stone.-
You know the two NPCs in one of the stages of the Longan Palace Map, Longan Shaman and Longan Lancer? I imagine they would be bit more friendlier towards their master's new partner. :> At least one of the two would be assigned to them to watch over them when Longan's busy. Which means plenty of time to get acquainted!
After looking at their sprites a lot when drawing, I believe that Longan is able to move the spines on their back freely, as those are the most flexible of their horn structure. TBH, I think Longan is almost freakishly flexible, overall. In addition to stretching in any position with ease like a cat, they can also turn their head almost 180 degrees, just for the added creepy effect.
More on the cat thing actually, Longan absolutely does the eye thing where their pupils get wide when they see something they like. Also, purring- *gets shoved off stage*-
Has a tail similar-looking to their dragon form's. They just like having it hidden under their robes, since it tends to show more of their emotional state than they like.
I've been drawing the ears on charas more often and I think that compared to the rest of the dragons, Longan's would be pointy but slightly on the droopy side.
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PINK RIBBONS!
Summary: Sneakily taking pictures of them without noticing and putting it to your pfp in all social media account you have lol
Tf141 x fem!Reader (Platonic)
A/n: 4/10 cod fics posted. Fuck.
Finally, for once, there was no mission to overthink your heads, just a rare, cherished day of freetime. You leaned back on the couch, phone in hand, the screen illuminating your face as you tried to stifle a grin.
“Oi, what’s got you giggling like a schoolgirl?” Soap questioned, his arms crossed as he stood in the doorway. His curiosity was clear in the way his brow quirked, though he hadn’t quite pieced together what you were up to just yet.
“Oh, nothing,” you replied innocently, tucking your phone out of view. But the smirk on your face wasn’t fooling anyone.
Ghost glanced up briefly, “That’s the kind of ‘nothing’ that usually gets someone into rouble,” he said.
“Whatever it is, she’s probably up to no good,” Price said as he entered the room. He set his tea down on the table. Glancing at you like he could see you were acting suspicious.
“Right,” Gaz chimed in with a laugh, leaning back in his chair. “What are you planing this time?”
You shrugged, trying to play it cool. But they weren’t wrong. You were up to something. The truth was, over the past weeks, you’d been sneakily snapping pictures of them when they don’t notice, Soap grinning like a maniac while making coffee, Price’s concentrated expression while reading a newspaper, Gaz laughing at a joke, and even Ghost peacefully cleaning his gun. You’d taken the liberty of adding vute, pink ribbon sticker to their faces and turning it into profile pictures for every single one of your social media apps.
It wasn’t malicious, of course. You adored them all, and this was your way of showing it .
The first person to catch on was Soap. He quinted at you, tilting his head .”Wait a minute- Did you change your profile picture on that chat app we use? Thought I saw my ugly mug on there.”
“It’s not ugly, Johnny,” you teased. “I made you look adorable.”
“Adorable?” Soap sputtered, “What the hell did you do to my face, lass?”
Price raised an eyebrow. “Johnny’s face? What’s this about?”
“Oh, don’t worry captain,” you said sweetly. “You’ve got one too. With a pink bow~”
Gaz laughs on his chair, “you’re joking.
”Ghost finally spoke. “...Tell me you didn’t.”
You met his gaze, smiling. “You look great with it”
Price pinched the bridge of his nose, trying to stifle a laugh. “You’re out of your mind.”
“Maybe,” you admitted, “but come on. Don’t act like it’s not funny.”
Soap lunged for your phone, but you were too quick, hiding it behind your back. “Gimme that, you wee menace!” he shouted,
“Nope!” you laughed, darting behind the couch. “You’ll have to catch me first!”
Ghost sighed, “I’m surrounded by children.”
“Alright, enough. Let her have her fun. Beside, it’s not like anyone else is going to see those pictures.” Price said,
You then coughed awkwardly, your guilty expression giving away. (actually not guilty)
“Wait-” Gaz said, narrowing his eyes. “...You didn’t.”
“Oh, she did,” Soap said, realization drawing. “You bloody did, didn’t you?”
“Well,” you said, inching toward the door, “I might’ve set them as my profile pictures…everywhere-”
There was a collective groan, follow by Soap dramatically throwing himself onto the couch. “You’re gonne be the death of me.”
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Temporary Parents
Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader
A/N: hi bbs, it’s been so so long & I’m sorry :( Here’s a longer fic that’s been in the drafts for YEARS NOW LMAOOOOO (disclaimer: this was written before my like 3 yr hiatus, no proof read, just straight posted for y'alls enjoyment) Giving some type of dad vibes I think might've been a request, but enjoy & slide me some feedback ! <3
Gun drawn, Spencer cautiously entered the house and into the child’s bedroom. Y/n followed closely behind, her gun out, ready for any outcome. Hearing a shuffle coming from the closet, y/n grasped Spencer’s bicep to get his attention before silently signaling to the closet. Spencer slowly approached the closet and whipped the door open.
“FBI! Put your hands up!”
Regret instantly hit Spencer as he holstered his gun when he saw a crying child crawl out of the closet. It was Jayden, Jordan Richard’s five-year-old son.
Y/n holstered her gun and approached him, arms outstretched. “Hey there, you don’t have to be scared anymore, we’re the good guys,” she quietly explained as she motioned for Jayden to come closer to her.
He hesitated and looked between y/n and Spencer before running into y/n’s arms. After they left the house, Y/n brought him to the ambulance in the driveway to get checked out, while the team talked about the next steps.
They had been called to a small town in Virginia to investigate a series of families murdered with the same m.o. The team had gone to arrest the unsub, Jordan Richard, well the person they originally thought was the unsub. What they didn’t expect was for the alleged unsub and his family to have been the next victims. This meant the real unsub was still out there and the team was back to square one.
The only miracle was that the unsub had gotten sloppy and overconfident that he had just assumed that “missing” Jayden must’ve been sleeping over someone else’s house. Now this child would be the unsub’s demise.
Y/n was about to go join the team when Jayden grabbed her hand, silently pleading for her not to leave them. She gave him a small smile and sat down next to him in the ambulance.
“He’s lucky. There are no signs of any physical abuse,” the EMT said while placing a small band-aid on Jayden’s finger.
“Y/l/n, we need to take Jayden to headquarters and see if he can remember anything that can help us,” Hotch said before getting into one of the SUVs.
Y/n explained to Jayden the plan to head back to headquarters for the day. He didn’t seem to entirely understand the plan, except that he would get to spend the day with y/n, so he nodded and followed her into the SUV.
When they finally arrived at the bullpen, y/n led Jayden into one of the lounges. JJ came in to drop off some drawing supplies and snacks to help him feel more comfortable. The two of them spent the rest of the day attempting to get Jayden to open up about anything he might remember from last night. To everyone’s disappointment, Jayden was still too traumatized and only responded with nods and shakes of his head. Penelope had tried to find out if Jayden has any other family near, but she couldn’t find any. The social worker permitted Jayden to stay with y/n and Spencer, given that he’s a key witness and potentially still in danger. Actually, he wouldn’t let go of y/n’s leg when the social worker tried to take him for the night, so the social worker permitted him to stay with them until the case was solved.
Once the three of them arrived at Spencer and y/n’s shared apartment, Spencer quickly went to childproof the guest bedroom. After tucking him in, y/n slid into bed next to Spencer, his arms instantly wrapping around her.
“You know you always wanted kids,... so here you go,” y/n joked.
“I guess you could say this is our trial period for parenting,” Spencer laughed and placed a kiss goodnight to y/n’s forehead.
The multiple late nights and early mornings for this case, had tired them out so much that soon they were bother knocked out for the night. So knocked out, that neither felt Jayden crawl into bed with them.
The next morning, y/n rolled over in bed to find that it was empty. She didn’t plan to leave her comfortable bed, until she heard Spencer scream. Running out of bed, she stopped once she saw Spencer covered in some type of food, Jayden no where to be seen.
“Spence what happened to you?” Y/n laughed, walking into the kitchen.
“JAYDEN THREW HIS YOGURT AT ME!”
“What’d you do to get him to do that?” She teased, looking around the apartment for Jayden. Y/n eventually found him watching tv in the guest room.
“Absolutely nothing. All I did was join him at the table and the next thing I knew he launched his yogurt at me. This is my favorite sweater too,” Spencer pouted, trying to wipe off the yogurt.
“It could be because the first time you met, you had a gun pointed at him. He could still feel threatened by you,” y/n sighed before grabbing Spencer a new shirt.
“By the end of this case, I swear to you, Jayden and I are gonna be best friends,” Spencer promised.
Y/n didn’t doubt it one bit. She knew Spencer would be the best dad in the world.
The next two days had gone quick, Spencer and y/n stayed with Jayden to keep him safe and were there once he was comfortable enough to give them more information about that night.
Y/n had left Spencer and Jayden alone in the apartment, while her and Emily checked out some leads. She hoped, the two of them wouldn’t tear apart the apartment by the time she got back. They’d seemed to be getting along together the past two days.
After checking out the leads, y/n headed back to her apartment to check on Spencer and Jayden before heading back to headquarters. She mentally braced herself for whatever she would be walking into as she unlocked the apartment door. To her surprise, she heard Jayden and Spencer laughing together. As she entered the apartment, she saw Spencer and Jayden running and ducking behind furniture with nerf guns. She giggled at the scene in front of her.
Suddenly, she was hit in the forehead by a foam dart. Y/n looked in the direction the dart came from to see a guilty Spencer emerge from behind the kitchen counter.
“Sorry love, I thought you were Jayden,” Spencer said as he jogged to the door to greet her with a kiss.
“I see you two have been keeping yourselves entertained,” y/n laughed as she went to go sit on the couch. Spencer followed, wrapping an arm around her.
Jayden finally emerged from their bedroom, nerf gun in one hand and a piece of paper in his other. He ran and jumped onto the couch in between Spencer and y/n. Y/n examined the paper Jayden had handed her. It seemed to be a drawing of a logo.
“This looks familiar Spence, like a company logo,” y/n said as she handed the drawing to him.
“T-th-the scary m-man,” Jayden said, pointing to a mean stick figure he’d drawn on the bottom corner of the paper.
“Is this how you know the man who hurt your family?” Y/n softly asked. Jayden quickly nodded his head before jumping off the couch and running into the other room.
“This might just be what we need to finally catch the unsub,” y/n exclaimed as she gave Spencer a quick kiss and ran out the door to tell the team.
Spencer wanted to be there with y/n and the rest of the team when they went to go arrest the unsub, but he knew he had to stay and keep Jayden safe. A small part of him was actually happy he stayed, that way he’d be able to spend more time with Jayden before a foster family takes him.
“Ok kid, how do we convince my wife to start trying for our own kid?”
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happy thoughts ⋆ ˚。⋆୨୧˚
smut,, re2r ada,, wlw,, fem!reader,, f¡ngering
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“Put the gun down and back away.”
A cold voice echoes throughout the lab. You turn around to see a woman, with sleek black hair and an enticing look, almost pulling you in with just her eyes.
You drop your gun and put your hands behind your head, as the woman was holding you at gun point, her aim being directly at your heart.
“Hey, hey. Drop the gun please, don’t shoot me.”
You say in a rather calm manner despite your situation, trying your hardest to de-escalate.
“I can’t, not quite yet anyways.”
The woman approaches you, readjusting her aim towards the exact same spot as she cautiously kicks your gun away.
“So, mystery woman, what’s your name?”
You ask, praying your charm can wean you out of this situation. You had no clue were you even were— you just kind of woke up there, and started looking around trying to find a hint as to how to leave.
“You first.”
She winks at you, teasing you slightly while still keeping her stone-cold facade up. She approaches you and presses her gun to your chest, bending down to come eye to eye with you. You swallow hard, staring deeply into her eyes, searching for any ounce of sympathy that will make her not go through with this.
“Y/N. My name is Y/N. Please put the gun down, and we can just talk about this—“
She lifts the gun, and points it to your head teasingly before placing it in its holster and grabbing your hand to help you up.
“So what’s someone like you doing down here? Hm?”
You struggle to come up with a convenient lie, as revealing that you were a PI hired to investigate Umbrella would get you into, let’s just say, a bad situation. Plus, you didn’t even know this woman. She could be working for Umbrella. Although, you seriously doubt it.
“Oh— I was just… I got lost…?”
You flash a nervous smile, praying she would accept your terribly crafted and painfully obvious lie. Her dark eyes glance around the room the lock onto your own.
“Hm, okay then.”
She smirks, knowing you have lied, but she could honestly care less about you or why you were even there.
“So, pretty girl, what’re you doing here? Hm?”
You hold onto her hand, pulling her closer in and staring deeply into her eyes. You can’t lie, she’s beautiful. Her short black her perfectly complimenting her small red dress and her dainty yet athletic build. She blushes, her eyes revealing a glint of vulnerability through her cold persona.
"Buisness. The rests a secret."
Her tone hardens, as she turns her head to look around the room, visibly nervous. She walks away from you and begins digging through random files.
"Theres no new information there. Just public stuff."
You let her know, slowly approaching her from behind and placing a hand on her shoulder and another on her waist. She turns her head in suprise of your touch, but not protesting against it. She actually leans into it, her eyes widening and her gaze becoming soft.
You stare deeply into her eyes, looking for that hint of lust you so badly needed out of her. She stares back, doing the exact same thing. There is an atleast 2 minute period of silence before she places a hand on your cheek and kisses you, breaking the tension in the room.
You kiss her back, using hour tongue to explore every inch of her mouth before placing your hands on her ass and letting out small moans when you both pull away to catch a breath.
She takes the hand that was on your cheek and slides it down your pants and into your panties, finding that they are already soaked with your slick, your cunt practically begging for her.
"You're so wet already, Y/N. Is it this easy for all the girls you get with?"
She teases, finding her way to your clit, pinching and toying with it as you let out gasps and whimpers. She buries her face in your neck as she takes her index and middle finger to your entrance, drawing circles around it gently as you moan.
“Nghh, shit!”
You gasp in reaction to her roughly shoving her digits inside of you, as she gently butes your neck. She curves her fingers making sure to hit the perfect spot, making your head spin and your legs shake.
"You like that huh?"
She coos, brushing your hair behind your ear and nipping at your earlobe. She starts stroking her fingers faster, her warm breath traveling down your neck and sending shivers down your spine.
"Just like that-- fuck!"
You whine, grinding into her fingers and squeezing stimulation into your clit, pushing you over the edge and into your climax, coating the womans fingers in your slick.
"That was easy."
She yawns, pulling her fingers out of you and sticking them in your mouth, making sure you get a good taste of yourself. You pant, trying to regain your composure as she turns to walk away.
"So what was your name again?"
You ask, not sure if you even caught her name in the first place.
"Ada. Ada wong."
She replies, shortly before walking out the door of the lab, leaving you there with your panties soaked and a nice memory of her.
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NOT PROOF READ!! THERE MAY BE SOME TYPOS
im so sorry i took so long to bring this out, life has been difficult recently and what not. i hope you enjoy!!!!
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the annihilation
lilac, chapter eighteen
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a/n: this chapter is very short, but on the bright side i am posting the next chapter next saturday.
summary: “I swear to god I’ll fucking do it! If I can’t have her, no one can.”
warnings: lumberjack!frank castle x reader, angst, lumberjack AU, past domestic violence, crazy ex trope, kidnapping, crying, violence, murder, blood and gore
word count: 516
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There were blood splatters across Frank’s skin and even though the clothes he wore were as dark as the night sky on the other side of the tall windows, you could still tell that they were soaked. However, if it was his own or someone else’s, that you could not decipher as Preston’s knife threatened to pierce your jugular vein.
“Drop the knife!”
Pressing the sharp blade just deep enough to draw a drop of your blood, Preston warned, “don’t get any closer!”
“Hey, hey, hey, hey!” Frank rumbled, “easy, easy!”
“You want me to put it down?” Preston’s laboured breaths fanned across your tear-stained cheek, “you first.”
Seeing Frank’s left eye twitch lightly, he grunted, “just let her go.”
“I swear to god I’ll fucking do it!” Preston roared, causing you to let out a shuttering shriek in his hold, “if I can’t have her, no one can.”
The muscles in Frank’s jaw jumped and danced a moment before he finally said, “okay, alright,” keeping his voice clear and steady as he complied, lowering his pistol to the floor, “here,” and then held his hands up in the air, at the height of his head.
What transpired next happened in a blur.
As soon as the knife slowly began to lower from your throat, in a split second, Frank had whipped out another gun, hidden and tugged away at the small of his back, and shot point blank.
Preston’s body flopped back onto the bed, staining the already crimson sheets with his gore.
You couldn’t move. You couldn’t speak. You couldn’t even breathe. You just stood there, violently shaking, as your unfocused stare hazily noticed Frank tug his weapon away before stepping closer.
When he got near enough, you didn’t so much embrace him, but actually fell into his arms. A brutal tidal wave of emotions tumbled over you as you let out a grave sob, your arms still uncontrollably trembled down along your sides as his strong ones enclosed around you like a warm woollen blanket.
As your aching tears stained his shirt, brazenly mixing and mingling with whatever else tainted the dark fabric, you didn’t care one bit if it marked you as well. Eventually, as he cradled your quivering frame close, your right hand found your other in a desperate attempt at ridding yourself of the shiny band that burdened your ring finger.
But as your shaky efforts jaggedly went on without success, words frenziedly crawled their way out of your throat, “g–, g-get–… get it off me… get it off me, get it off me, get it off me!” and he swiftly moved to triumphantly slip it off and toss it to the floor, his own digits not in shock like yours were.
You sucked in a large gulp of oxygen as soon as he pulled it off. Like you’d been drowning and this was your first breath of fresh air.
As you let yourself crash back into his arms, the paralysing emotions pummelling you to shreds, Frank’s soft whisper found your ear, “I’ve got you, I’ve got you…”
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regarding the beautiful bisexual italian man who allegedly is responsible for the uhc shooting...
look, i totally get the impulse to obsess over this random guy and turn him into some kind of a working class hero. we're all desperate to root for someone who can take direct action against healthcare tycoons who make our lives so much harder.
but lately i've noticed a shift in the gravity of this discourse away from "why the hell did a man need to die to get pharmacies to stop rejecting all my claims?" and more towards "i want to hear the cute italian twunk moaning and gagging on it..." and like...
i do get it. not only is he just a very clearly attractive man (despite all the media trying in vain to find the worst pictures of him to show), but he has a grab bag of random personality traits that manage to make a lot of people relate to them, even if the claims are dubious at best
he was an avid reader, he was an elon musk follower, he went to an ivy league, he was a chronic poster, he had anxiety, he was a stemcel, he was bisexual, he had mein kampf on his goodreads list, he wanted a white girl to go bug on his dick...
all of these things combined are enough to make this man fascinating to almost anyone. some of them even make him sympathetic to a lot of people (even if stuff like the bi thing is most likely unfounded)
but i want to make something absolutely clear.
this is not. about. luigi mangione...
hell this isn't about ANY suspect that could be the perpetrator (we do not KNOW if luigi mangione can be found guilty until an actual jury goes into deliberation. otherwise we're just putting our blind faith into the nypd which is definitely sketchy, even if the evidence does seem to indicate it's him thus far...)
no this is about one man and one man only:
Brian. Motherfucking. Thompson.
even if this act had been done by some unglamorous 60 year-old trailer trash person instead of a fit, attractive 26 year-old, this shooting is still not about him or his politics or whether he should or shoudln't face justice
no this is about the fact that brian thompson was valuable enough to his company to be a multi-millionaire, but not so valuable that the meeting he missed due to his execution had to be postponed. not so valuable that his position wasn't filled in a matter of days.
this is about the fact that the unceremonious death of an "innocent" man was a better policy in terms of increasing people's access to health coverage than anything the democrats or the republicans advocated for in the past decade. it's the fact that brian thompson's death apparently hurt people very little and helped people a lot.
it didn't have to be this way.
they made it this precarious on purpose because they assumed they could get away with it.
gun to my head? i personally think luigi mangione doesn't deserve to see jail time even if he is guilty. daniel penny executed a black homeless man and he doesn't have to go to prison. kyle rittenhouse is a free man. meanwhile marcellus williams was proven innocent and executed anyway for the crime of not murdering anyone. you can't convince me there are no murders the state wouldn't just unconditionally support if it's in their class interest. if that's the way it is, we deserve to allow this man his "legal kill" that serves us in our defense against the violence of the capital class.
but even if he goes down, even if they make an example out of him, it does not matter.
because this story is not about the killer.
it is about the man who was killed...
and the question of why he had to die for our healthcare needs to be properly addressed...
enjoy the memes for this brief moment in time. but once the glamor and intrigue dies away and we can stop drawing horny fanart of the alleged shooter, we need to circle back to talking about brian thompson. he needs to be the centerpiece of this story. his actions. his ruthless drive to turn a profit. the community of billionaires looking out for themselves. THAT is what this should be about...
we are brushing up against severe disempowerment in the new trump administration. we CANNOT fumble this opportunity for class solidarity...
get it all out of your systems
and turn right back around and demand to know whether these ceo monsters are planning on rejecting our claims the moment this story has faded into the background
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Slashers when their S/O is crying
Jason Voorhees
Jason first notices how eerily quiet it is when he comes home to the little shack you both live in. Normally you come out to greet him as soon as you hear him come in, so he is pretty alarmed.
He finds you sitting next to your bed, wrapped up in blankets and with reddened eyes.
His immediate reaction is anger; not at you but at who- or whatever caused you to be in this state. He kneels down in front of you and cups your face with both hands to make you look at him. You give him a shakey smile.
“Oh, hi, Jason. I didn’t hear you come home.” You pull the blankets around you even tighter. “Don’t worry, I’m fine. Just having a really bad brain day, that’s all.”
He sits down next to you and pulls you onto his lap, so you can curl up against him. And he will not let you go until you’re feeling better.
Freddy Krueger
Freddy doesn’t mind you sleeping more than usual, after all, the more you sleep, the more time he gets with you. But even he notices that the time you spend sleeping is getting pretty excessive. And even worse, when you pop up in his realm, you look like a complete mess. Your eyes are red, you walk around like a zombie and are obviously dealing with a very stubborn runny nose.
“Who do I need to kill?”, he asks, all business. He isn’t really the type to offer emotional support but he is always quick to offer practical help. If that practical help is murder, at least, and really, isn’t it always?
“I just had a shitty day at work”, you reply lamely.
“Every day has been a shitty day at work for the past month or so.”
“Yeah…”
He remains quiet for a short moment. “So who do I need to kill? A coworker? Your boss?”
“You can’t solve every problem with murder, Fred.”
“I disagree.”
“Of course you do.”
“I mean”, he continues. “It’s usually not my style to go after adults, but I would make an exception if they’re messing with you. I could make it look like and accident, or a sudden heart attack in their sleep, or-”
“Fred”, you interrupt him, finding the familiar feeling of a giggle bubbling up in your chest. That son of a gun actually managed to help you forget your stress for a bit. “Thanks, but I’ll be fine.”
“Suit yourself.”
Vincent Sinclair
He somehow got it in his head that secretly drawing you would be a fantastic idea. It would be the drawing-version of candid shots. Capture you at your most natural, when you think that nobody else is watching.
What he did not expect, however, was to find you curled up on the couch, quietly sobbing to yourself.
He drops the sketchbook and pen onto the nearest table and sits down next to you.
You flinch. “Oh… Vincent.” You wipe at your eyes. “It’s nothing, don’t worry, it’s just…” You swallow the lump in your throat. “I…I was helping Lester with the roadkill pit, and we came across a deer that had just been hit, and it was still alive, and…” Your voice dies in your throat. “The poor thing looked so scared.”
Odd, really, how you could see humans die, and even help their killers, but seeing an animal in such a pitiful state is too much for you. “I don’t think Lester is gonna let me help him again anytime soon.”
Vincent lets you lean on him and gently rubs your shoulders and back to soothe you, until your sniffles slowly die down and you doze off in his arms.
Brahms Heelshire
He sees you crying through the crack in the walls, and immediately feels his protective instinct flare up. Who hurt you? Hell, who COULD hurt you? You hardly ever left the house. Had someone said something to you over the phone? Had you gotten a letter than upset you?
He says your name, in his child-like voice, which gets your attention. “Please stop crying. I don’t like it when you cry.”
You straighten up and put on a brave face. “It’s alright, Brahms, I’m fine.” You go quiet for a moment. “Brahms, you never took any letters or phonecalls meant for me, did you?”
“No”, he replies honestly. He had toyed with the idea to isolate you like that, of course, but in the end, even Brahms’ selfishness had limits.
Your eyes fill with tears once again. “Not once have any of my family or friends tried to contact me, ever since I arrived here. Do they not care about me?”
Brahms is quiet. What is he supposed to say to that? “Then…. if your family and friends don’t care about you, then I will care about you extra hard to make up for it.”
You wipe the tears away again and find yourself smiling.
Oh Brahms… Never change.
Bubba Sawyer
Unless you have been raised that way, like the Sawyers were, the ethical implications of eating human meat do occasionally catch up to you. And then you find yourself bent over the toilet, or a bucket, sobbing in between bouts of noisy vomiting.
You only notice Bubba when he starts stroking your head, and smearing the blood on his hand all over your hair in the process.
You try to somehow regain your composure, while Bubba helps you up and urges you to the nearest chair. The fact that that chair is made of human bones and decorated with even more human bones however doesn’t really help matters.
When you show no sign of calming down, Bubba panics a little. He looks around, trying to think of a way to make you feel better. Then he rushes out of the room. After a few seconds, you hear clucking, and Bubba comes back, trailing feathers and bedding from the chicken room behind him, and with his favourite chicken cradled in his arms. He carefully places the animal on your lap, urging you to hold onto it.
The chicken, quite used to being held and handled, is warm and soft. You run your fingers over its feathers, chuckling softly when it idly pecks at the sleeves of your shirt.
“Thank you, Bubsy”, you say. “Didn’t think that cuddling with a chicken was what I needed, yet here I am.” After a moment of silence, you add:”...Can you keep stroking my hair? That was nice, too.”
Bubba, of course, happily obliges.
#slasher x reader#brahms heelsire x reader#vincent sinclair x reader#bubba sawyer x reader#jason voorhees x reader#freddy krueger x reader
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Day seven of fic NaNoWriMo, obligatory sugar daddy Tim/sugar baby Kon AU.
Kon zips up to Tim, puts the little clay goat in his hands with a quick "hold this," because he is clearly not aware of how the oils on people's hands can damage this kind of thing or concerned about how magic or cursed it may or may not be, and deals with the panicked thieves. Tim shakes the sleeves of his jacket down over his hands to hold the goat more carefully and watches attentively as Kon tosses them all into a pile and then ties them up with a combination of TTK and velvet divider ropes. Tim would not typically use velvet divider ropes as restraints, but imagines that choice probably works better with telekinetic reinforcement behind it.
Actually, it definitely does, because Kon just whapped Lisa upside the back of the head with a loose end of the heavy velvet divider rope when she started trying to squirm free.
"Ow!" she yells indignantly.
"How's that whole 'the idol will protect us!' thing going for you now?" Kon asks curiously.
"You don't know the shape of its blessing!" Mark snarls, attempting to kick him. The effort is futile and pathetic and also pretty stupid, since if he actually managed to hit Kon he'd probably just break his foot on him, but whatever, not Tim's problem.
"The shape of its blessing is a cute goat and a jail cell," Kon says.
"We should probably find a staff member to take this, on that note," Tim says, glancing around for one. There's got to be somebody. The guards are an option, he guesses, once Kon gets around to untying them. But he definitely should not still be holding this goat, even with his sleeves tucked over his hands and him being as careful as he reasonably can about it.
Seriously. Somewhere a museum curator is crying and doesn't even know why.
"Oh, sure," Kon says. The guards' restraints all simultaneously fall off. Unfortunately, none of them happen to be wearing gloves or have sleeves as long as Tim's, so that's going to be an issue.
"Thanks," Tim says anyway.
"Eh, it was nothing," Kon replies with a shrug. "Literally, this whole situation was nothing. Like, this situation was the opposite of a situation. Nothing even happened."
And then Tim just . . . has an idea, almost. Or at least the nucleus of one.
"You did save my life, actually," he points out, making his tone politely appreciative but also carefully casual.
"No offense, but I save a lot of people's lives, that doesn't really stick out in my day-to-day activities," Kon says.
"I don't know, it stuck out a bit for me," Tim says, and Kon laughs.
"Okay, fair," he says, flashing him a grin. "You're not actually hurt or anything, right? Eardrum didn't rupture when the gun went off?"
"Doubt it," Tim says. Frankly he's unspeakably lucky that it didn't, but Kon's TTK probably did block at least some of the sound.
He really didn't know Kon could use it like this, to be honest. Kon cracks out his TTK every chance he gets and brags the whole time he does, obviously, but Tim's never seen him manipulate it quite this way.
It occurs to him to wonder if that means it's a new trick, or if Kon just always wraps up hostages or threatened civilians in his aura like that and just never mentions it. It seems likelier it'd be a new trick, considering literally everything he knows about Kon and his desperate and unsubtle need for validation and attention, but Kon was so unshakeably confident in the move–and not in a brash or blustering way, but in an obvious, matter-of-fact certainty. Like he'd done it a thousand times and it hadn't failed him yet.
Tim should definitely figure out a way to follow up on that later.
"Cool," Kon says, then looks around the gallery again. Tim feels oddly bereft without his immediate focus.
Stupid, stupid inadvisable crush. Ugh. Bats don't want to be the center of anyone's attention unless they're deliberately drawing fire away from someone else. Tim definitely doesn't want to be the center of anyone's attention.
Except, apparently, for Kon's.
This incident report is going to be nothing but lies. Filthy, shameless lies.
#timkon#tim drake#kon el#conner kent#dc robin#superboy#young just us#young justice#wip: obligatory sugar baby kon
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The Last Train to Survival. / Squid game x Dystopian Au
⨉⠀⠀─⠀⠀Days gone by .⠀›⠀first meetings⠀ꪆৎ
·⠀warnings info⠀· previous — pt.1
summary; From unexpected meetings after 91 days of isolation, to getting stuck in an apartment complex for a night, Nam-gyu finally has contact with human life. But maybe things don’t work out as much as he expected they would when getting out.
info; Killing, blood, cursing, smoking, mentions of being in drugs, death threats, guns, mentions of gender dysphoria.
notes; IM SORRY THIS TOOK SOOOO LONG GUYS.. I got too caught up and I couldn’t stay up at night too late either so yeah.. I had to find time in my schedule to write.. but anyways enjoy y’all >_<
⨉⠀⠀─⠀⠀Story below this .⠀›⠀enjoy !⠀ꪆৎ
Nam-gyu wasn't totally sure how many days had gone by, normally, he'd keep track of how every day went by in a notebook, but maybe he could have miscounted. The silence would always be present, counting out the groans and shuffling of the undead outside.
His head was tilted back as he closed his eyes, maybe the lack of any human interaction was slowly getting to him, maybe he was finally going insane. The pen in his hands that long stopped being constantly shaky was tapping the edge of the notebook he managed to find in here.
The days seemed to be all jumbled up into a mess, was it Wednesday? Thursday? What day of the week was it? All Nam-gyu ever wrote down is that it had been 91 days. The calendar hanging on the wall flickered ever so slightly, Nam-gyu was too lazy to count the days. It seemed that everything here was so boring and lonely that he didn't quite mind anymore, his brain began to get lazy, all he ever did was think.
Maybe this wasn't so bad, no debts to worry about, he had food, water, he had a way to keep himself alive. His eyes pried open again as his gaze was met with whatever he was writing;
Day 91.
"Maybe I am indeed slowly going insane, I don't really doubt I am. It's been 91 days since it happened, I've tried every single radio station, constantly keep flickering the channels on the TV- well, that was until the battery of the remote control died. Still, no one ever came by. I guess it's safe to say I'm the only one alive here, it's been a long time since I've seen someone's face rather than the mangled up faces outside. If someone out there is alive, they're probably miles away from me.
The noises outside don't bother me anymore, what bothers me is not being able to barely do anything. I haven't checked the conditions outside today, at least not yet. I've been wondering if I should leave, this place is safe and has food and water, but it's stupid to believe that it will last forever. Going out there is equivalent to having a death wish, but so is staying in here forever, I'll eventually die of starvation or dehydration. . ."
He wasn't quite sure what to write anymore, so instead, he set the notebook down along with the pencil and stood up. Nam-gyu figured out around 27 days ago that these things were blind, lately he has been pondering on what to call them. Calling them zombies sounds silly, now that it actually happened. Probably should call them rotters since they are in process of decomposition.
He tucked his hair, already greasy to the point Nam-gyu was deadly uncomfortable, behind his ears. He stared out the window, the situation was surprisingly way better than before- less of those things roamed the streets, maybe they scattered off somewhere. Then, his gaze followed to the shelves, he had enough food to last himself another week or so.
He then looked at the refrigerator that had long stopped working, and yet he still kept it so he would have somewhere to put shit to drink. He had water, enough to last him a week, just like the food. And iced tea. Maybe he really would have to leave eventually.
Well, he'd just have to keep himself entertained until then. He stared off into some point outside, he could write poetry, learn how to draw, write a story.. and it all was ruined the second he heard a large banging on the back door.
Nam-gyu cursed under his breath, it was probably a rotter or some shit. But still, you could never be too careful. He reached for the piece of broomstick he found somewhere in the bathroom, walking towards the back door and holding it up defensively.
All he could hear was banging, and maybe mingled ragged breathing. No groaning, no shuffling. And then he could hear the squelch of blood, finally, when he heard feet meet the door, he could safely concluded whatever was out there was human.
Nam-gyu decided it was best to open the door, loud noises could attract more rotters to be around the store, and Nam-gyu didn't feel like having them break in.
"Shit, why don't the door fucking open?!" He heard from someone, likely a woman. Nam-gyu opened it and stepped back, causing her to nearly fall on her face, but instead she stumbled to the front and another man came right behind, closing the door. Nam-gyu frowned at the sound of the dead outside, relentlessly banging on the door to try to get in.
"What the fuck are you two doing here." Nam-gyu said as he lifted the broomstick, and the woman raised her hands in the air while the other behind her just chuckled. "You oughta relax, man. Chilll," and Nam-gyu finally managed to get a good look at him.
Purple hair, a cross necklace, Nam-gyu could somewhat recognize him. He knew him from the club he worked at, he was constantly there. And plus, the guy was a rapper. But he didn't really seem to actually remember Nam-gyu at all, and Nam-gyu was thankful for that.
"Who the hell are you?" Was what Nam-gyu managed out as he straightened up, and yet his grip on the stick never truly faltered, he knew people like him might have gone a little insane or flat out crazy. Better safe than sorry.
"What's up my brother, welcome to the Thanos world." The man who referred to himself as Thanos said as he took a step forward, right. Thanos the rapper, he was a huge hit among a few people, and Nam-gyu would often bring him drugs. "And the doll behind me is called Mi-na."
Nam-gyu darted his eyes between them, deciding it was safe for now. "Nam-gyu." He finally said, and hell, they didn't really have much time for acquaintances because of how the door seemed it wasn't going to hold on anymore.
"Look, we don't know you, you don't know us. But we really have to get the hell out of here 'less you wanna become one of them." Thanos said almost nonchalantly, Nam-gyu wondered how could anyone be calm in situations like this. And the other one, Mi-na apparently, looked more worried about the door.
"Whatever, give me your bag." Nam-gyu said, voice slightly wavering as he tried to ease the pit in his stomach. Mi-na looked at him, raising her brow "Why would I trust you? I mean, you could grab it and leave us." Nam-gyu swore that slight tone of sassiness tweaked something in him, but they didn't have time to argue. "Bitch, you want to die of starvation and thirst out there or something?" He snapped.
"Now, calmm down the both of you. You can give him the bag, flower. He ain't going nowhere without us." And then finally, the bag got tossed to him. Nam-gyu wasted absolutely no time in stuffing food and water and whatever else he could fit inside the bag.
He searched around for an exit, the back door was crowded with undead and the front door already had some of them piling up. They had to go either through the vents or.. through the window that led to the opposite side of the shop where the dead piled up, leading to the dumpster.
"Okay, we'll leave through the window or whatever. I'll go first and the two of you come along." Nam-gyu said as he got on top of a stool and pried the window open, it wasn't that big but well, enough to pass through. His hands were surprisingly steady despite how his heart seemed to miss a beat every damn time those things banged a little too hard on the door, it was going to hold but maybe not for too long.
And then he heard a gun being reloaded behind him, these two bitches had a fucking gun. "Leave us behind and we'll shoot you right through this window." Mi-na threatened, which was mostly fair. Nam-gyu had the bag with the supplies and was going first, but still, it still stung. "You really should relax, Mi-na. This guy's nice, he won't leave us behind. Ain't worth wasting a bullet on."
"Get going, I don't want to have to shoot you. Really, you seem like you can be.. useful, in some ways." Nam-gyu didn't waste any more time, he was out the window. Throwing the bag first before sliding out. He could run now, and risk getting followed or worse, getting caught by these rotters.
So instead, he stayed put. Watching as Thanos slid out of the window with a bit of struggle, and then proceeding to try and help Mi-na. First, he took the gun and slid it into his pocket, and then took her hand. Nam-gyu could hear the glass of the door shatter, making him wince. Mi-na was halfway through the window when she began screaming at something grabbing her feet. Nam-gyu wasn't sure how she made it out, but Thanos' eyes widened and he pulled her forward, making her fall on top of the dumpster and himself fall back with his butt on the ground.
Nam-gyu would have expected her to begin terrified, but honestly she was just pissed once she noticed she lost one of her shoes. "Son of a bitch took my fucking shoe." She grumbled under her breath before hopping out of the top of the dumpster.
"We don't have that much time, let's go." Nam-gyu called out before Thanos could even reply, and then he was basically hopping after Nam-gyu and Mi-na was eyeing him a tad weirdly. Maybe they weren't a couple after all, Nam-gyu thought.
Nam-gyu took a peek around the corner, rotters crowding the place. They would have to make a run for it, "Where do you think you should go?" The woman asked, and Nam-gyu shook his head. "No clue."
"Relax, y'all. Just follow my lead." Neither one of them had time to actually process his words or debate anything before Thanos was running somewhere, Nam-gyu looked at Mi-na and she looked back at him, and to their luck, the dead noticed them.
"Is he high or some shit?" Nam-gyu asked her as they ran after the purple haired man, and really, he wouldn't mind if he was. Maybe he could share some of his drugs, Nam-gyu really felt like getting high right now, forget about his problems and let his brain go dormant for a while.
"Definitely is, I have no fucking clue what it is but hell, it's unnerving." She said, a tad frightened but still keeping up her usual persona as they finally rounded another corner Thanos just turned in, "Come on, amigos!" Nam-gyu frowned, did this dude thrown in random words from other languages oftenly in the middle of danger? He chose to not ponder, and also chose to just stay quiet and getting inside the building that looked like an apartment complex. He then heard the door click shut, a sigh of relief leaving his lips, finally letting out a breath that he hadn't been aware he had been holding.
The silence was a bit too loud, Nam-gyu was slightly uncomfortable. It had been a long while since he last interacted with any other human beings, it's as if it's his first time in life ever talking to one.
"How did you two even end up over there?" Nam-gyu finally asked, he'd be perfectly fine in his convenience store if these two didn't stop by. His words were nearly bitter, annoyed to say at least. Nam-gyu didn't bother to hide the fact he was pissed
"Well, you see.." Mi-na began off, they both wouldn't have been running from a huge amount of walkers if they had been extra careful.
. . .
"Thanos, just fucking leave that shit over there, it's not like you'll ever not going to see a cigarette ever again." Mi-na said impatiently, crossing her arms anxiously as she looked out the window and crossed her arms, tapping her foot on the ground to try to let out some sort of anxiety from her body.
"Nah, you never know. It'll take me just a little while, plus we can just leave through one of the doors that aren't occupied if these little shits come for us, just breathe. I told you I'd protect you, flower." Thanos said as he tried to keep his balance steady on top of a shelf, trying to grab the pack of cigarettes so close and yet so far from his reach.
"You're going to get the both of us killed, dumbass!" She whisper yelled, twirling a strand of her hair around her finger, and turns out Thanos should have listened to her. He fucking fell from the shelf and dropped it too, and some of the dead they hadn't noticed inside the place began coming for them.
"Oh, shit. Get going, go!" Mi-na said as she grabbed Thanos' arm and began running out of the door, she would say that she was better off by herself but maybe she wasn't, it was good having someone to have your back, even if that someone is a fucking dumbass.
Thanos kicked the door open, the sounds of groans outside were noticeable, not only the dead inside this place noticed them but the ones on the outside did, too.
"I swear, if you get us both killed I'll make sure you die a very torturous death." Mi-na snapped before being dragged by the wrist, running somewhere that was somewhat not crowded by the undead.
They ran for some time, lungs and legs burning and hearts thumping so hard in both their chests that it was almost as if it was thumping in their ears.
Then they turned around the corner and reached the end of an alleyway, which was to the corner to a store, and they really couldn't climb over the wall. "Go for the door, try to open it!"
"You asshole, if this door doesn't open we're both fucking dead!" Mi-na shouted as she began banging on the door, trying to get it to open desperately. And when it finally seemed they would both die, it opened.
. . .
"That's so fucking stupid?? Why would you waste and risk your life over a pack of cigarettes?" Nam-gyu said, almost incredulous. But frankly? He would have done the same. Sure, it's not drugs but it somewhat relaxes the brain in its own way. But still, he was pissed because they ruined his hiding for so long.
"Listen, you both gotta calm down, jeez. We're all alive in here! All we gotta do is wait, lay low, and just leave somewhere. Maybe part ways, up to Nam-su." Thanos said as he sat down on a nearby table, staring at the ceiling.
"It’s Nam-gyu, and like hell I'll come with two strangers I barely even know, the second everything clears out, I'm gone." Nam-gyu snorted, it was stupid to go with people he barely knew. Or maybe he just grew over paranoid by being alone for so long, but he didn't know a thing about these two. For all he cared, they could both be lying.
"It's not really like we'll need you, but we'll need my bag." Mi-na shrugged, looking out the window and then at Nam-gyu. "Hell no, my supplies are here?"
"Well the bag is mines." Mi-na shrugged absentmindedly, not really in the mood to argue. "Well, the supplies are mines either way. I'll take them, you take your bag." Nam-gyu said as he already reached to open it.
"You guys both gotta tone down, jeez. We're all friends in here" Thanos said, and yet Nam-gyu didn't quite catch that ending in english. But he just assumed it was nothing good anyways. "Either way, Thanos here will protect y'all." He said with a cheeky smile.
Yeah, as if. Nam-gyu thought, forcing himself not to scowl or anything. Instead, he chose being neutral, looking around the place to examine it, and like he guessed, it was an apartment complex. He slung the bag over his shoulders, he would just explore. "Where you going?" Thanos perked up when he saw Nam-gyu turn around. "Jesus, hop off my dick for fuck's sake, I'll just explore. It isn't like I can leave without getting mauled by these rotters." Nam-gyu said a tad annoyedly, grabbing the broomstick he was originally using as a weapon.
He stayed dead quiet, there could be dead around here for all he cared. Moving stealthily and checking door for door, most of them were locked. And to his surprise, the place was fairly empty, too. Turning around a corner, he found a single rotter standing by a slightly ajar door, turning around as it seemed to notice his footsteps, and it began limping towards him.
Nam-gyu raised the broomstick until it was leveled enough to stab it, once it was close enough, he stabbed it through the neck. Which surprisingly wasn't enough, because the thing began gurgling and reaching towards him. He grimaced in disgust at the blood splattered across his face, stumbling back and dropping the broom he was holding.
'Why the fuck? It should have died.' Nam-gyu thought, conflicted. But he didn't have much time to think when he had a rotter coming at him. He didn't have much to defend himself with, so instead he grabbed the thing by its neck and pushed it against the wall, feeling it's gross hands strong on his arms, as if trying to tear his flesh apart. That's when he shoved it to the ground, pulling the broomstick straight out of its neck and stabbing it in the head instead. Then, the movements ceased.
Nam-gyu wiped his face, trying to get rid of the blood but his hands were equally just as bloodied. He cursed, wiping them in his clothes and ignoring how his stomach churned at the squelch of blood leaving guts, sighing as he looked around. Then he realized, the door was indeed slightly ajar.
Carefully, almost stealthily, he stepped closer and closer, keeping his grip firm on the stick as he opened the door and held what he was using for a weapon in front of himself. He tapped on the wood, nothing came out. No banging sounds, nothing. He could stay in peace for now, at least.
Shutting the door behind him just as quietly as he did when he opened it, Nam-gyu slumped his shoulders. Sliding the bag off and dropping it into the couch the apartment had. He went into the kitchen, looking for whatever he could find. He couldn't really find much, all he did find was bread, already moldy. Some cookies, which he set aside on the counter. Canned food, frozen tteok-bokki, frozen soup dumplings, and some kimchi.
He separated whatever he could find that would be useful side by side, once he was done with the food, he began going for utensils. Opening drawer per drawer until in a particular one he found a knife, pocket knife. That immediately went into his pocket instead of the counter or bag. Not finding anything particularly useful, he moved to the bedrooms.
The room was messy, he guessed a college student or someone of the sorts lived in here judging by the books scattered around and papers piling up on the trash, practically already overflowing. He paid no mind to that, instead, he began observing the objects, opening the drawers of the nightstand, checking boxes under the beds, and finally opening the closet.
He slid the door to the side, crouching down as he observed, furrowing his brows as he found a box shoved deep inside the place, behind clothes that were long enough to touch the floor.
He opened it, lips parting as he found a gun in here. Was this person some kind of criminal or?.. but he wouldn't ponder on it. It was loaded, and there was a bit of ammo along with it, he set it down on the nightstand and looked a bit further inside.
All he did take out in the end was a pair of boots that were luckily his side, leather pants that he helped to be hung around his hips with a belt, since it wasn't really staying put. And a jacket, he kept the same shirt he'd been wearing, it was dirty but eh, all clothes would considering you had to kill to live.
He tucked everything into a pile in his arms, searching for the bathroom. He shut the lid with his feet, setting the clothing items down as he began to ease off the ones he was wearing before. He took it as an opportunity to take off his binder, it wasn't something he was quite fond of but it did make breathing harder whenever he ran too much.
It was almost freeing when it came off, he ducked his head down, sucking in as much air as he could before breathing it out. He didn't dare stare at himself in the mirror, he'd just get stuck in a loophole of thoughts over being disgusting. He waited around five more minutes before he put it on again, sliding his shirt on along and then the other clothing items. Maybe this was enough exploration for now, he wouldn't really try his luck with trying to open doors, playing a game of maybe it's open maybe it's not.
And to confirm that this was indeed a college student, Nam-gyu found a bag scattered nearby the couch. He emptied the contents in it, not only swapping what was in Mi-na's bag to this one, but he also put whatever he found inside it. The ammo especially, hidden inside one of the pockets that were well-secured.
The gun, though, stayed inside his pants, hidden by the jacket. He kept the handle just in reach of his hands, it was definitely uncomfortable walking with the upper part of it hitting his hip but he would bare with it, safety came before comfort.
He would have stayed longer, but he didn't feel like listening to the two downstairs yap his ear off. Having in hand Mi-na's bag, he had the other bag he just found resting securely on his shoulders, walking back down the steps to find that Thanos guy well.. serenading Mi-na. He scrunched his nose up but walked in the room anyways. Tossing the bag to Mi-na who caught it. "There, your bag. Now we don't have to fight over shit."
Nam-gyu said as he slid his bag off, resting it on the floor and sitting next to it. Mi-na eyed him suspiciously before opening the bag, checking to see if what was previously in there was still there.
"You got new clothes, Nam-su?" Thanos asked, eyeing him up and down. "It's Nam-gyu." Nam-gyu corrected, seriously- this guy couldn't even get his name right for fuck's sake! "I found an apartment door open, well, was lucky enough to find one." He mumbled right after, tapping his fingers onto his knee.
"Damn, then we all should go try and find some new clothes." Thanos said, leaning forward slightly, fingers absentmindedly tracing the details of the pack of cigarettes.
"I just said I was lucky enough to find one dude, I had to try to open like 10 doors." Nam-gyu frowned, closing his eyes, he needed some sort of rest. Ignoring whatever else Thanos and Mi-na said, his head resting back against the wall, not really taking long to doze off.
. . .
His eyes opened slowly after a few hours, he naturally would expect his shit to be taken from him and the both of them gone. But instead, as his blurry vision focused once again, he was met with Thanos' face. He was hitting a paper ball against the wall absentmindedly, but Mi-na wasn't here.
After a few seconds of silence, Nam-gyu finally spoke; "Where'd she go?" Well, she could have left off to explore, maybe she'd stumble upon a rotter or two but he was sure she could handle herself, she seemed kind of tough despite being so sassy. "Bathroom, went to try her luck with the doors." Thanos said after a few seconds, snd Nam-gyu was glad he answered, he took a slight bit to answer so he might as well guess that Thanos was just ignoring him.
"You want one?" Nam-gyu's head looked to wherever Thanos was, finding a cigarette between his fingers. Hell, he hadn't taken a smoke since this world became a shithole.
"Yeah, sure." Nam-gyu said, watching Thanos pull out a lighter from a small pocket in his jacket, lighting it up and then extending it towards Nam-gyu.
Nam-gyu gladly complied, picking the cigarette up from between the other's fingers and bringing it to his lips. He took a drag, closing his eyes in relief as he felt the familiar feeling of slight calmness. And then, slowly, he puffed it out. Watching the smoke falling from his lips curl into the air and into nothingness.
His eyes opened again once he heard a chuckle, furrowing his brow as he rested his hand onto his knee. "Fuck's so funny?" He asked, conflicted as to why Thanos would feel amused at all. "Nam-su, you're a really funny guy. You look like you just had a sip of water after nearly dying of dehydration." What a weird way to put it, but sure. And then again with his name being wrong.
"How many times do I have to tell you it's Nam-gyu? And well, no shit, really. I haven't touched anything like this for like two months or more." He sighed, looking out the window. The sun was likely setting, the shades of warm yellow and orange hitting against the window glass, illuminating the room ever so slightly where the curtains didn't cover.
"How long you had been holed up in that store?" Thanos asked, finally locking eyes with Nam-gyu. "91 days." The slight surprise on Thanos' face was evident, and then he looked curious. "Damn, and you had food and water for that long? Lucky bastard." Thanos snorted, mixed with a laugh that held a tone of disbelief.
"You've been on your feet since it happened?" Nam-gyu asked once Thanos was done, maybe Nam-gyu did get lucky. "Yeah, met up with Mi-na like a week or two after that. Gotta say she's pretty quick and has good reflexes, nearly knocked me out with a frying pan."
Now it was Nam-gyu's turn to laugh, tilting his head in disbelief. "Seriously? With a frying pan? And here I thought she was bad enough with a gun." He shook his head, a lingering smile on his lips. It had been a while since.. he last laughed or smile. Maybe he did crave human connection after all.
"Ay, when everything clears out, if it does by morning anyways. I hope you'll stay with us, you're kinda cool." Thanos said, and again with that last bit in English that Nam-gyu couldn't quite catch, but he took it as something good- or that he hoped was good. "Maybe, I guess you aren't as bad as I thought. Mi-na is fine, she's just really sassy." He shrugged. "Man, tell me about it." Thanos replied shortly, and then comfortable silence fell over them.
The hours passed, Mi-na came back minutes after their convo was over. Nam-gyu couldn't fall asleep at night, so he opted to staring out the window or watch over the two sleeping. The streets were silent, not much movement. There were groaning and shuffling of the dead outside, but judging by how it wasn't too loud, they either scattered or went off somewhere else in the city.
Eventually, he managed to get some shuteye. It was around six when he did, and just one hour later he was up with a groan. Blinking to get used to the sunlight peering through. He stood up, opened his bag and grabbed a bottle of water, chugging it down halfway through it. Then, secured it back and slung his bag over his shoulders.
Darting his eyes around, he found Thanos sleeping on the floor in some corner and Mi-na sleeping sat on a chair. He nudged Thanos with his foot, filling his cheeks with air and puffing them out, out of sheer boredom and impatience. "Thanos, wake up man. We have to get going already."
Once he heard Thanos shuffle and groan, and then finally sit up, he woke up Mi-na, then sat down on a chair with his back slumped. "We need to figure out where to go first, then we can get out." Nam-gyu said as he watched the both of them take a sip of water, recomposing themselves.
"We can find a car, and then we can drive off somewhere out of the city and more excluded." Mi-na suggested, closing her bag. "Sounds good, but most cars should be locked, no?"
"We can break a window or two" Thanos suggested, but then shook the idea off, realizing they didn't really have anything to break the window with. "Well.. while we were running I saw a car with its door open, like right on the side of the building. I guess it's safe for us to go." Mi-na added, and they both immediately agreed. "We can get going, then. Get the car and drive off somewhere." It was a good idea, staying away from the suburbs. Once decided, the three of them walked around the complex, looking for a back door or something that could lead them outside.
Attempt after attempt, eventually they found the door. Nam-gyu went first, and the car was indeed there. Mi-na checked for the keys, Thanos was on watch right on the corner, and Nam-gyu was checking what contents were inside the car.
His brows furrowed as he saw two bags inside, they looked in a pretty stable condition. "Hey, Mi-n—"
He couldn't even really express his findings and worries before he head a gun load behind them, making him freeze on spot. He stared at Mi-na who stared back at him in shock, she stared past his shoulder, looking nervous.
"Who are the three of you and what are you doing here?"
#thagyu#124 x 230#230 x 124#choi su bong#nam gyu#player 124#player 230#thangyu#squid game season 2#dystopian#player 196#kang mi na
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I’m so happy this is finally finished! It took awhile to finish but i’m so happy!!
This is just a fanart of a headcanon i have of MC in a transformers fanfic i read in quotev where in the future she becomes a rebel against the senator council and goes threw out Cybertron graffitiing peace protests against the government and puts up hologram posters of facts and the lies that the council puts up to propagandize Cybertron’s population.
Honestly the hardest part on MC’s design is the shoulder and legs wheels cause i’ve never drawn transformers so i was racking my head on how to draw them. And also is it just me but why are transformers helms so hard to draw?!! Like i know it’s a helmet but just kept feeling like i just made them bald. But it’s so much fun trying to draw something that i’ve never tried before and so glad that there’s a concept art for the MC of the story in chapter 18 cause if there aren’t any i’m an absolute goner to draw this!!! And I mostly drew this in the Transformers animated style cause primus save me it would have took me ages of life to draw this in like prime or IDW style (to those who can transformers in that style, i bow to your superior skills cause most people would think that drawing detailed blocks are easy but PITS NOPE!!!)
And i gave little reference on the paint that’s inside the paint spray gun where the colors i referenced to the cover of the fanfic (and i also made MC holding a car spray gun to do her graffiti cause i kind of thought that no one in Cybertron have graffitied yet so for MC to do it in Cybertron like back in her life as a human she uses spray guns that are used to paint cars/alt modes in transformers. And if someone ask on why the spray gun is attached to a hose on MC’s bag thing, the black part of that bag is to storage paints so like the bags used by graffiti artists that i found and the red bottom part of the bag is an air compressor thing like it’s used in car spray gun but in a more portable size. And honestly not sure if i should call it bag cause, atleast in my headcanon on how MC made her handicraft bag, technically it’s just a metal box that MC found that she attaches a cut hose for the sling and maybe and old used air compressor she fixed cause if I remember correctly bags aren’t a thing in Transformers so i tried to incorporate that). And in the background is actually those colored beats like in videos where each music beats the video shows it as a reference to MC’s love of music (and the blue pink colors are not only referring to MC’s optics but also cause in the fanfic she has the power to open a portal to the void/shadow realm so i was referencing that). And the white lines on the edges of the drawing is a referencing to MC hacking and putting up hologram posters cause i thought that if MC is going to get the truth from the government she will need to be able to hack computer systems and such to get them. And it’s just a tiny detail but the curves inside of Nebula as she swirls behind MC where it’s sharp is a reference that she looks like flowing flames but I didn’t want it to be too obvious so i just decided to make her a flowing blob (cause i thought that that’s what she looks like in the solid world if MC isn’t in the void) shadow with slight sharp angles like how stylized fires look like. Also can someone tell me if there’s a device in Transformers to make hologram posters? Cause I wasn’t sure what it would look like so just made it look like a flat disc in MC’s right servo. And just a headcanon as well, MC’s will absolutely splatter herself with colorful paints as not only as protest against the government that tries to make her to convert to their ideals but also just as a fun self expression where while MC is covered it messy paints it’s also made her beautiful with her confidence on not being afraid to stand out and be different (tho i have a feeling that if Knockout saw her like that he’ll have a spark attack) kind of like a transformer’s version of tattoos and such. The feathers on MC’s helm i intentionally put rainbow colors on them cause i kind of thought that the feathers are holographic so every time MC moves her feathers reflects and changes color. And the reason why i made MC and Nebula surrounded with so many colors is sorta kind like a representation how went from just living by under the rules of Cybertron to taking charge in trying to help Cybertron by doing things that’s different by the standards there and giving color to the lives around her. And i made Nebula with wings as a little nod on her connection with Unicron and i just made her sparkly cause i thought it’ll be pretty hehe~ along with the mismatched mascaras that MC uses cause i just thought it adds abit of that rebellious allure especially since the colors that are used are the shade of the other optic’s color!
Honestly this is one of my favorite drawings i made! I’ve always loved those drawings where monochromatic colors being surrounded by like a rainbow bomb around them, so this drawing is definitely my absolute favorites!
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And also if anyone is curious and wants to read the fanfic that i’ve been rambling above on the fanart i made here’s the link to the fic!
Please give some love to the author of this fic cause they’ve worked really hard to make this incredible well written fanfic that goes in depth on Transformers. And don’t forget to leave a heart on their fic! Like seriously go and give this a read! The plot hasn’t even gotten to the war part of the Transformers and it’s already so good! And to those who want a various x reader fic where the relationship goes deeper then just characters falling in love without context, this is a fic for you simping boos out there!
#transformers#fanfic#fanfic recommendation#x reader#reader insert#transformers x reader#various x reader#yandere#yanderes x reader#art#my art stuff#sweatinghoneybee#transformers art#digital illustration#digital art#fanart
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Broken Bonds-Part 37
Greg "Mouse" Gerwitz x Reader, Coparenting Jay Halstead x Reader, Jay Halstead x Hailey Upton
When someone is targeting first responders and it hits too close you are forced to take a life and find out some big news while at Med afterwards
The cutest thing in the world? Addy had to have her necklace on every morning before daycare that Mouse had given her at the wedding. It was a little four leaf clover locket that folded out. One photo was an old one she’d uncovered at Jay’s. It was from his and Mouse’s ranger days. He said when she found it she’d begged for it. “It’s Daddy and Mou!” He’d ended up getting a copy made for her to carry around so Mouse got another copy made for the locket.
One photo was of you and Jay, it was the early days of intelligence. Erin had actually taken it. You’d both ended up falling asleep on the floor behind Jay’s desk after a long case. You were asleep curled into Jay’s side and he had an arm around you protectively.
The third photo was the first one of all of you together, that halloween you dressed up as the mystery gang. The fourth was the last fourth of July picnic. Stella had taken it. Addy was sitting between you and Jay with Mouse on your other side and Hailey on Jay’s other side.
When you’d actually gotten a chance to examine the necklace you ended up crying all over again just seeing the thought he’d put into it.
“I needed something for her too, baby. I told you I would never push her to the side no matter what” was what he told you and dear god you were convinced that man woke up every morning making it his mission to see if he could get you to fall in love with him even more than you already were, if that was even possible.
Being married actually didn’t take that much of an adjustment as you thought it would. You’d long since decided to still go by Kidd at work, everyone knew you as such so it was simply easier. Stella did the same at Fifty one. The only difference really was Mouse was now listed as your first emergency contact and Stella as your second since he was your husband and her your sister. You were happy.
“That’s good to see” Kevin teased as you and he walked into a coffee shop. You and him ended up drawing the short straw on having to do a coffee run. “What?” you asked and he motioned to your face “You smiling for no damn reason. I love you lil mama. You’re my best friend and before you got pregnant with Ads I was worried, no reason to lie now”
“Oh Kev” you cooed and he laughed “I saw what losing Mouse did to you. You were going downhill long before that undercover ever happened. Maybe the reason was to keep you going because I don’t know what would’ve happened if Addy wouldn’t have popped up, hell to you or Halstead” you raised an eyebrow “You going into some meant to be shit now Atwater?”
He shoved you playfully “Don’t be mean Kidd” you grinned “That’s Kidd-Gerwitz when I aint at work sir” he laughed “Oh excuse me” you laughed and leaned your head over on his arm as you two got in line “I can see your point. Me and Jay both weren’t doing good before that assignment ever came up and our babygirl saved our lives even more than Hank putting a gun to that agent’s head” the woman in front of you turned around at your words so you pulled up your jacket far enough she could see your badge “Mind your business ma’am” her eyes widened and she turned around as Kevin laughed “Wanna tell her you’re married to the Marshal who’s over the local office too?” you grinned “Maybe”
He shook his head with a laugh “I’d rather have you like this than picking fights because you just don’t care” you smiled and ducked your head back against his shoulder “I promise you Kevin. That Detective Kidd is long gone. I only fight for important things now” he laughed “Good. Now let's get the coffee before you have to fight your baby daddy because he aint got his damn caffeine fix”
You were sitting on Hailey’s desk, both of you pouring over surveillance footage. Mouse’s team was currently in D.C. and would be gone for two more days so if you hit a dead end on a cyber trail you had to wait until then to get Gwen’s help and it was looking more and more like you would be hitting a dead end soon.
First responders were being targeted so everyone you knew was on high alert. Luckily this was not a case of anyone being targeted while not on duty, so Addy not Mak was a worry but it still meant that all of you in addition to Stella, Mouse and literally everyone you loved in some way had a target on their back every day they went to work.
“I feel like we’re constantly being a damn step behind” you groaned, tossing a stack of photos down. A firefighter from a house on the east side had gotten attacked. If a homeless man hadn’t witnessed it and risked his life to save him the firefighter probably wouldn’t have survived it. The cop and nurse before that hadn’t been so lucky. Mouse hadn’t wanted to leave when he found out about the case but it wasn’t like he could tell the Chief Deputy Marshal “No, I’m not going because my wife is handling a bad case”
You practically had to make Xavier and Kenny drag him onto the plane. He texted you as often as he could to check in. You knew he was just worried. It would be a fucking par for the course in your relationship for something to happen to one of you before your marriage made it to the three month mark.
“What more can we do? There’s no pattern. I mean a cop then a nurse then a firefighter? The only connection is that they’re first responders” Jay said with a shrug and you nodded “I know, that is what’s bothering me. There is no pattern to follow, no physical evidence left behind. We have nothing. Who knows who or where is next. All of Chicago’s first responders are on high alert while we try to keep public panic from happening. Not to mention is it just this branch of first responders, should we alert tow truck drivers too? Triple A?”
“She has a point” Hailey said and Hank nodded “Get an alert out. Word it carefully but get it out” you sighed and pushed yourself off the desk. You needed to stretch your legs, you were hurting. Stella was off the next two days thankfully so she was picking up Addy for you and Jay.
Jay followed you into the break room “You good?” you nodded “Weird pain in my lower back” he raised an eyebrow “Like you need Hailey’s bottom drawer pain or something is actually wrong pain?”
“I’m not sure honestly” you told him and he nodded “I’ll get you some ibuprofen either way ok?” you smiled “Such a sweet baby daddy” he rolled his eyes “Like that’s all we are to each other. Get something to drink, I’ll be right back” he walked out of the room so you went in the fridge and grabbed a bottle of water out.
He walked back in a moment later and passed you the bottle “Here. If it doesn’t feel better soon, she’s got those little heating stick on things you and her like” you grinned “I love that you don’t know the name of them but you know we like em. You were made to have a little girl Jay” he grinned “Good thing we have one huh? Now take the meds before I call your husband in D.C. and tell him his wife is in pain because we both know he will leave his assignment high and dry and hop a plane back tonight”
You held his eyes as you took the pills and lifted your tongue to show they were gone. He laughed “Good girl” and you shook your head “Bite me Halstead” He smirked “Naw, that’s Mouse’s job but if you really want someone to bite you at the moment fairly certain my fiance will come sliding in here like the hunger game hollering I volunteer as tribute”
You laughed at that “Now there’s an idea” he shook his head “Walk around a bit. That always helped your back when you were pregnant?” then headed back out into the bullpen.
You walked back into the bullpen, sipping the water and listening as Hank vetted yet another phone call from the ivory tower about why intelligence was no further on this case then all of you were “Yeah just catch some person who we have no idea why they are doing what they’re doing or who they’ll target next”
You saw a slight smirk slip onto his face. You normally tried to keep your mouth shut but damn sometimes those idiots did not even try to hide that they were stupid. When Gwen got back maybe between her and Mouse they could see something you, Hailey and Kev couldn’t but until then you had no idea what you were missing.
There had to be something, no one was this disorganized. There had to be some sort of rhyme or reason or you were afraid you’d never get the guy.
You were half asleep when you felt the bed dip behind you right before Mouse’s arm slipped around your waist “You weren’t supposed to be back until tomorrow” you mumbled lazily and he chuckled, lips brushing your neck “We got wrapped earlier and everyone wanted to get home” “Jay call you?” you asked and he laughed lightly “Maybe that too. Still nothing on the case?”
You started to turn in his arms so he loosened his grip to let you, tucking you closer to his chest once you were facing him “I’m worried. There’s no pattern I can find. I’ve looked at the precinct, hospital and station houses. Nothing. I don’t know what I’m not seeing here” he smiled gently, one hand coming up to brush your hair back “Gwen’s coming to the twenty-first tomorrow. She’s the unit’s for as long as you need her”
You laughed “Baby you can’t give me a marshal every time I have a hard case” he shrugged “I am not giving you anything. She asked if she could, I just said it was ok” you laughed “I swear Greg” he grinned “What can I say baby? My team is wrapped around your finger too. Everyone loves my wife”
“Have you missed saying that?” you asked and he shook his head “No, because I’ve talked about you every chance I’ve gotten” you laughed ‘You are ridiculous” he grinned and brushed his hand across your ring finger “And yet you married me” “I would do it a thousand times over” you assured him and he grinned “Come here” and pulled you into a kiss before speaking with his lips against yours “I love you” “I love you too” you whispered, tugging his shoulders to pull him on top of you.
He grinned “Did you miss me love?” you laughed lightly “So much Greg”
You were in the tech room with Gwen, she was working on one screen while you were working on the other trying to keep up with her directions. It was so damn harder than even when Mouse first started teaching you. “If I had a dollar for every story Mouse told about my wife while we were in D.C. I wouldn’t even have to use my debit card to buy Katie the necklace she wants”
“He couldn’t have been that bad. It was only four days!” you laughed and she cut her eyes at you “You underestimate that man. You are his hyperfixation” you cracked up laughing “You have a way with words there ma’am” she grinned and let her eyes flicker over you “I mean I can’t blame him but that man is very much the my wife” you shook your head “From what I hear so are you”
She grinned “Yeah, I am. That’s why we get along. We love just sitting and simping for our wives” “Did you just describe yourself as a simp?” you laughed and she shrugged “I said what I said”
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It took her a little under an hour until she had a pattern. Your districts were next. “I want Chicago Med, Fifty one and all of the twenty first on top alert. We don’t know what this guy is capable of. Thanks to Gwen we have surveillance photos. Get out, hit the street, grease some hands and find out what you can” Hank ordered and everyone nodded. You looked at Gwen “I’ll drop you at the marshal office before me and Kev go talk to C.I.s” “Thank you ma’am” she replied with a smile.
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Nervous didn’t begin to cut it. The last time you could remember your nerves running this high was when that virus was eating its way through Chicago. “What if he hurts one of ours?” you asked quietly and Kevin shook his head “We ain't thinking that”
“Just cause you told me not to doesn’t stop it” you replied. You’d already hit all of your C.I.’s and his. So far no one had picked up anything. You had a bad feeling in the pit of your stomach that was only getting worse. Your phone went off and you cut your eyes at Kevin “Hit that” he clicked it and Kelly’s voice came through the speakers of your jeep “Hey sweetheart” “Hey Kel, something up?” you asked and he let out a breath “Stella was riding with Sylvie today. They’re not back from a call that they released themselves from thirty minutes ago. Boden is on the phone with Voight. I wanted to call you”
You slammed on brakes, your eyes meeting Kevin’s. “What was the address of the call?” Kelly told you so Kevin was already on the phone with Gwen with the address, Stella and Sylvie’s cells and radios. “Kelly, I promise you I’ll find her” “I know you will. You’re the one person who loves her as much as I do”
You hung up with him and hit your gun, busting a u-turn in the middle of the road and Gwen was on the speaker with Kevin, triangulating the signals of the cells and radios. “I’m sending it to everyone in the unit’s phones” she told you and Kevin thanked her then hung up and hit his radio “Me and Kidd are headed for Stella and Brett. Gwen sent a possible location”
“Kidd, stand down until we all get there” Hank’s voice came across and you motioned for Kevin to hold the radio closer. When he did you leaned in “With all due respect. Kiss my ass. If my sister is in danger I’m going in and no one is stopping me”
You knew Jay probably had Mouse on the way too but you didn’t care. Stella was in danger and she’d move heaven and hell for you. You were coming for your big sister no matter what. The moment you pulled up to the address Kevin was helping you to vest up without a word being passed. “You with me?” you asked and he nodded “Till the wheels fall off. Lets go”
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You and Kevin eased into the door of the house. You motioned for him to go left and you to go right. You spotted Sylvie tied up in the corner of the living room. “Go” you whispered and covered him as he untied her. “He has Stella in the basement” she spoke in a tiny voice. “Are you ok?” you asked and she nodded “My jeep is outside. Go get in it, lock the doors and don’t get out until you either see some of our unit or some of Greg’s team you understand?” she nodded and headed for the door.
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You stood and looked at Kevin, the two of you fell in step. You knew he’d try to take point but no, your sister your job to save her. You took point down and heard the perp’s voice “I’ll kill her! Let me go”
You held your gun out loose as you continued down the stairs, anger pooling in your stomach when you saw the cut on the side of Stella’s face. It was a white guy, mid forties, glasses with dirty blonde hair and gun pressed to your sister’s temple. “Let her go” he shook his head “I let her go I don’t walk out” you smiled and leaned down to lay your gun on the floor “You want a hostage? You’re looking at a much better one” Stella shook her head and you shot her a glare.
“I’m a detective with the CPD, intelligence unit. The father of my daughter is also a detective in my unit and I am married to the marshal who’s over the local office. You want a hostage that’ll get you out of here. Walk out with a gun to my head” he looked from Stella to you and nodded. “Let her go up the stairs to my partner. They’ll walk out then me and you will walk out of here. No one will touch you and risk me” he nodded slowly “Ok” and released Stella.
She walked towards you, reaching for your arm but you shoved her up the stairs “Go to Kevin. Now”
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When the door opened and Kevin walked out with only Stella in tow Mouse felt his heart fall to his feet “Where’s my wife Kev?” “She made a trade, he had a gun on Stella” he explained. Mouse ran up the steps, hearing Jay fall in next to him. They’d barely made it to the basement door before it opened.
You walked out and Mouse felt his heart stop all over again when he realized you were covered in blood “Sweetheart?” you blinked a few times then your eyes focused on him and you smiled slightly “It’s not my blood. He thought I was defenseless because I kicked my gun away, I had my knife still” he pulled you into his arms “Are you ok?” you nodded slowly “Yeah love. Where’s Stel? I want my sister” he cut his eyes at Jay who shrugged, you seemed a little spaced but beyond that fine. “Come on baby, I’ll take you to her”
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Kevin took your jeep so Mouse drove you and Stella to Med. You rode in the backseat with her, refusing to let go of her hand. You’d let her go when Kelly got to her. Mouse glanced in the mirror so you met his eyes, letting him know you were back. Those first few seconds after you’d killed Paul Fergueron as it turned out was his name you’d been a little spaced. The adrenaline had knocked you for a loop. Now you just needed to get Stella and yourself checked out and do the drug test that came along with any time someone from CPD killed someone in the line of duty.
When you got to Med Mouse walked around and opened the door so he could put his arm around you both to walk you in. He didn’t care that you were still covered in drying blood. The moment you walked into the sliding doors you heard Kelly’s voice and saw him. He made a beeline straight for you and Stella, pulling you both into his arms. “You’re ok” he spoke and you weren’t sure who he was talking to until he kissed the top of your head “I love you honeybee” he whispered and you laughed lightly, he’d never called you that. You looked up at him “Get her checked out. I’ve got to get checked out” he nodded so you turned back around to Mouse who smiled “Are you ok now that you got her to Kelly?” you nodded “I’m better”
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You were sitting in an exam room waiting for results. Maggie had rounded you up a set of scrubs and taken you to the showers so you were clean at least. The adrenaline crash had hit so Mouse sat down on the bed so you could curl up against his chest. You were half asleep when Will knocked then came in.
You sat up and smiled “Hey Halstead, what’s the verdict?” he laughed “Well everything is good. His blood didn’t have any passable diseases so nothing to worry about there. Your drug test was clean which we already knew” you nodded “So can we go” he shrugged “There is one thing”
“What?” you asked and he handed you a sheet of paper out of your chart. You read it then read it again. You looked at him and he nodded so you handed it to Mouse. Mouse looked from you to the paper “What is this?” “Read it” you spoke lightly.
He looked down and his eyes skimmed across it, getting bigger as he read then they flew up to you “You’re pregnant?” “Doctor Asher had to take your IUD out in what, march?” Will asked and you nodded “After that hit I caught” he nodded “Did you happen to miss a pill” you shrugged “Apparently” he looked from you to Mouse “I’ll step out so you two can talk but congrats and I’ll go round up an ultrasound to make sure they’re good and so you can find out how far along”
You were silent for a while after Will left then you turned to look at Mouse who was reading the paper again “I killed someone, violently. Not just shooting, I stabbed that man, multiple times” he nodded “You survived, you saved Stella..” his hand reached out to gently lay on your stomach “You saved our baby” your hand covered his as tears threatened your eyes “Our baby..Greg I’m pregnant. With your baby” he nodded, pressing his forehead over against yours “I know”
You cut your eyes up to his “You’re gonna see me huge!” he laughed “Baby you’ll be the most beautiful woman that ever walked still” you smiled “I’m pregnant, again. You get to be a dad and be here with me” he nodded, tears threatening his eyes then “I know sweetheart. I love you so damn much” his lips crashed against yours about the time Will came back in with an ultrasound machine in town “Woah, none of that in the E.D. now”
You grinned “Easy uncle Will. Cause you’ll be uncle to this one too” he nodded “I’d be offended if I wasn’t”
Will told you to lay back and pull the scrub top up “You know the drill” Mouse walked around and took your hand as Will put the gel on your stomach and moved the wand around. You spotted the little grey blip before Will pointed it out. Mouse’s eyes widened and tears slipped down his face when Will said “There’s your baby” then hit the button and that familiar hummingbird sound filled the room “And there’s your baby’s heartbeat. Now Kidd, now more knife fights until you give birth but they’re healthy” “How far along is she?” Mouse asked and Will grinned “I’d say she probably got pregnant the week of your honeymoon.
You felt your face warm as a smirk slipped onto Mouse’s face “Makes sense” you laughed lightly and Mouse winked at you “Addy is gonna be a big sister!” he grinned and you smiled, she was going to be so damn excited. She’d been asking why kids at school had little siblings. You squeezed Mouse’s hand as Will printed two shots off “Congratulations you two”
Mouse laid his head over against yours and whispered “Woman I love, step daughter I love, baby on the way..did I die and go to heaven?” you turned your head to crash your lips against his “Nope, this is very real there Mr Gerwitz. We’re having a baby”
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Jack of All Clits (f/f, nsfw, sneezy lesbian porn cranked up SUPER high)
idk what it is but lately I have been INCAPABLE of writing anything that didn't involve a curvy girl sneezing, receiving sapphic head, and climaxing within a few hundred words of each other. This fic just happens to have all of that! Piper's my horny and perpetually stoned bisexual dumbass and Tourm is @virarushi's hot thicc girlboss gnome OC who sneezes about everything and has not yet had her bi awakening! Tourm is 4'5 and Piper's 5'6 so that's fun. :) Here's some art of her because she's hot! Anyway, to summarize: This is a 2.5k word fic in which Piper's going down on Tourm while she sneezes. They're roommates in grad school and Piper prides herself on being able to deliver bi awakenings.
To reiterate: this is nsfw so please do not interact if you're underage!! just block me!! thanks!! okay enjoooyyyyy ty
(Also to my awesome friends who read this in Discord, I DID add a few more horny details, just sayyin...okay anyway tyyy)
Piper was pretty sure Tourm had never climaxed at the hands (or dick, or mouth, or any combo of those things) of another sentient being. Based on what Piper had learned about her new roommate so far (mostly from asking Alexander), college was the first chance Tourm had ever really had to be away from her family’s rigid expectations and watchful eye. The poor bitch hadn’t ever even had her boob squeezed before! And there was a lotta boob-squeezing real estate there!
Tourm’s lack of preconceived expectations made Piper’s job all the easier. Not that she didn’t like a challenge, of course. But, now she could put all her focus into just getting Tourm to--
“Haah--! F-Fuuuuuuucking Void, Pipes…”
--moan, even if it was not done with near the amount of volume that Piper had anticipated. She expected Tourm’s--
“Mmmhhmm--!”
--sounds of pleasure to be just as loud and take-charge as her sounds of laughter, anger and annoyance. As Piper had quickly figured out, Tourm was not a throw her head back and cry out with every rock of her hips kind of girl. Would have been hot if she was! But Piper also liked Tourm’s brand of quivering through the arousal, letting out steady moans that evidently came right from the g-spot. That was…actually a lot hotter than the first option. Piper didn’t have to keep an ear out for anyone drawing closer to their room. She could just keep making Tourm squirm.
“Mmmmhfhhh, fuck. Aah--!”
And, Christ, was it fun to make her squirm.
“Mmmn…MMhmm…Fuck,” Tourm exhaled audibly in a proper English accent that could rival Solara’s. Piper didn’t tease her about it the way she normally might. She simply focused on keeping this pelvis-rolling rhythm going. Piper would have commended Tourm for figuring out the desired beat of her drum, were her tongue not occupied with the shorter coed’s labia. With Tourm’s calves draped over Piper’s shoulders and her hips angled upward, Piper went down on her in a very literal sense. Coupled with two pillows beneath the small of Tourm's back to keep her sex elevated, it made quite the memorable impact. It was Piper's go-to move when someone neeeeeded a good mouthfucking the way Tourm did. Piper prided herself on being able to get hookups to forget aaaaall about sheltered upbringings and disappointed families with the use of her nuclear-powered tongue work.
Piper’s eyes flickered over to her phone, propped up on Tourm’s bedside table. The stopwatch read: Six minutes and fifteen seconds…sixteen…seventeen…Shit! She was running out of time. Time to pull out the big guns.
Thus far, Piper had been using the tip of her tongue to tease at Tourm’s g-spot. As Tourm evidently grew closer and closer to completion, Piper opted to switch things up a bit. She eased her tongue in farther, just enough to rub the stud of her piercing against the roof of Tourm’s cunt. The warm skin of her g-spot was raised, more than already activated with sensitivity and arousal. Judging by the new way Tourm’s thighs trembled around Piper’s ears, the move felt just as good between her legs as she had hoped.
Tourm breathed heavily, one hand gripping the blankets beneath her while the other had her fingers tangled in Piper’s hair. She continued to groove against her roommate’s tongue in whatever way she could. “ohhh--ohhhFUUuuuuck, Pi---hi-hhh--?”
Piper wasn’t exactly sure what set Tourm off. Most likely, it was just the fact that Tourm was a gnome that simply existed. No matter the cause of the evident irritation in her nose, the first snag of Tourm’s breath sounded confused, as if she hadn’t realized this was coming. Her voice went a touch high with desperation as her nostrils flared, and then rested again, and then repeated the process to the same beat that she panted in.
Tourm was sure gearing up for one hell of a sneeze that didn’t seem like there was going to be any attempted cover in sight. Piper couldn’t blame her. She was sure that being eaten out was the only thought and feeling and need in Tourm’s head at the moment.
Tourm’s budding sneezes had her breath seesawing on beat with Piper’s tongue work urging her into the mattress. Finally, Tourm’s whole cunt clenched around Piper’s tongue as she sneezed at last, a cute “hh’chisshiew!” that Piper was more than used to hearing, along with the seeeeveral that always followed. The release peppered her shirt, bare thighs aaaand Piper with the results. Piper made a little noise of surprise when Tourm, fingers still wound in her hair, wound up pushing her face further against her sex. Immediately, Tourm let out a congested little moan, pelvis rising without her control in an effort to receive more and more and more of Piper’s tongue as she geared up for the next sneeze.
Piper was happy to keep up, but withdrew from Tourm’s sex for just a moment. “Bless you. Sneeze all you need, babes, okay? Just aim somewhere that’s not me,” she teased lightheartedly.
Tourm took in another fluttery sniffle with a dazed nod, unable to offer even half a joking response. She just barely managed to pull the collar of her oversized sleep shirt over her nose with clumsy fingers as she drew closer—
“hhih!”
— and closer--
“h-hehh—!”
—to sneezing again.
“hhhh!’chzsshiew!”
After several moments spent in limbo, Tourm’s hips bucked with yet another sneeze. By the sounds of things, this one came with a deluge of mess that was contained to her shirt. She let out a congested exhale that immediately turned into another heady snag of her breath that led to Tourm sneezing twice more. “sszsschiew--adt’chzsschiew!”
Piper opted to take this opportunity to use her thumbs to ease up the delicate hood that protected Tourm’s clit. Piper dipped her head down to greet it with her lips. “Good giiiiiirl,” she hummed, voice shifting into a little purr as she praised Tourm’s last-minute success of covering her nose as Piper had instructed. “Bless you…”
Tourm gave a close-mouthed little sound of pleasure that could certainly be described as a whimper. Piper couldn’t tell if that was simply out of the stimulation she had been experiencing for the past (one more glance at the stopwatch) seven minutes and thirty-four seconds, or if that praise had done something hot to her. That could be figured out later. Just a little over two minutes left for Piper to push Tourm over the edge of climax. She could so goddamn do this.
Tourm sniffled heavily with a murmur that probably had some intelligent meaning behind it, but only sounded like horny gibberish to Piper. The self-proclaimed master of orgasms didn’t ruminate on it long. Through the blond curls between Tourm’s legs, Piper took her clit fully between her lips to suck at. She wasn’t surprised by Tourm’s immediate gasp in response, or the needy buck of her pelvis. Tourm moaned through the fabric of her sleep shirt that she had less and less of a hold on as Piper rocked against her rhythmically with every sneeze…
“chissch!”
And sneeze.
“ischhoo!”
And a few more sneezes after that.
“iht’chisshiew! F-fucki’g shi--hihh!—kisschiew! hadt’DJISHiew!”
Each time she geared up for a new sneeze, Tourm’s back arched up from the bed in a desperate squirm before making her buckle again in what looked like the world’s most effective ab workout. Those sneezes were rapidly starting to get away from her.
“I’m…” Tourm trailed off, dropping her hand from its place of holding her sleep shirt. She instead used both hands to grip the blankets beneath her. Her shirt remained tented, held up only by her nose. That would be changing once she got a few more sneezes out, Piper was sure. Tourm was no longer capable of giving a fuck about a single thing other than her body’s powerful and simultaneous urges to climax and sneeze, sneeze and climax. “I’m g—gonna …hohhhh, fuuuuck….”
“Gonna what, babe?” Piper hummed during a brief pause in her stimulating efforts. “Cum? Or sneeze?”
Tourm gave one shallow nod, evidently an answer to both. Even though the bottom half of her face was covered by her sleep shirt, Piper could see that next sneeze coming from a mile away. Canted eyebrows, a shuddering inhale, the brief, sudden stillness of Tourm’s legs draped over Piper’s shoulders--
Haaaht--?!”
Oh, this was gonna be messy--
“CHIZSCCHhoo!”
Tourm sneezed. Productively, if the sudden splatter of wetness from the inside of her top gave any indication. Dampness bled through the cotton, turning the plain heather gray t-shirt into more of a slate color in several spots. Tourm snuffled and got a fistful of the shirt, drawing it up to scrub at her itchy nostrils. Piper could only see the underside of Tourm’s tits shifting, quivering along to the movement of the rest of her body, as well as the unsteady rise and fall of her chest. Piper didn’t bless her this time, simply choosing to hum as she tended to Tourm’s clit. This felt nice, apparently, judging by the shivering clench of Tourm’s thighs. Piper needed no further encouragement to keep humming and teasing and sucking until Tourm’s head pressed back into her pillow. The tip of her nose was perfectly perpendicular with the ceiling, reddened nostrils flaring as she came--
“OhhHHHHFFFffuuucuuuccckkkk….”
--hard with a shuddering moan that squeezed Piper’s ears between her thighs. Fuck yeah! She was so gonna win---
Nope. Ten minutes and twenty-eight seconds. Fuck! So close! Piper had nothing to complain about, though. That was fun. And hot. Super, actually fucking hot.
Unable to properly tend to her clit anymore with how tightly Tourm’s thighs held her, Piper instead moved back down to Tourm’s labia. She delivered a few finalizing strokes with her tongue to Tourm’s heated sex as it pulsed rhythmically with the highs of orgasm. Tourm was quiet for several moments as she collected herself, save for heavy inhales and exhales, before she let out a little noise that sounded like a cross between a moan and a laugh once Piper’s tongue piercing massaged along her…shit, what was that part called? Her fourchette? Something French, Piper remembered, but she didn’t spend long on remembering the name. She simply continued with her tongue’s easy kneading of this evidently pleasurable (and ticklish) spot.
Tourm slowly untensed, legs remaining draped over Piper’s shoulders. Her hips continued to move lazily in response to the stimulation of her fourchette, but in a more relaxed way that suggested she was simply enjoying this little pleasure, even if she was still too sensitive to achieve orgasm again. She sniffled, palming the underside of her overstimulated nose. “Okay…Fuck. I gotta give it to you, Twintails. That…wasn’t bad,” Tourm chuckled, her accent slowly shifting back to that Cockney she always aimed for. She sniffled again, reaching for the box of Kleenex on the nightstand. She drew it closer to her, setting the box on the comforter as she plucked out several tissues. “Guess you’re--sdf! Good at more than just settin’ shit on fire and annoyin’ Moseley with me.”
Tourm buried her nose into the tissues and delivered the first few seconds of a hardy blow before she was interrupted by another sneeze. Ope--and then two more. Piper gave Tourm’s sex one last parting little lick before easing back, wiping her mouth (and cheeks…and chin...and nose…Jesus, Tourm had been soaked) on her sleeve. She stood, easing Tourm’s legs down from their resting place on her shoulders to retrieve her phone from the nightstand.
Tourm sniffled into her now-useless tissues, looking up at Piper with cracked, teary eyes. “I win?” she asked with a smirk that promptly collapsed into a sneezy snarl--
“adt'IZSSCHSHuh!”
-- that resulted in another heavy sneeze all down her shirt. Tourm grimaced, making a little noise of disgust as she moved to a sitting position and saw just how thoroughly peppered with sneezes both the inside and outside of her shirt were. “Eugh. Gross.”
Piper snorted with a little smirk of her own as she started for Tourm’s dresser. “Bless y--”
“’chzsshiew!”
Piper gave an impressed whistle as she opened the top drawer, rifling through Tourm’s various shirts. She didn’t look at Tourm just yet, but it was audible in that grumbled snuffling that that sneeze hadn’t been pretty. Piper couldn’t help an amused little smile to herself as she picked out a new top for Tourm. She unfolded it, giving the garment only a brief look before shaking her head and beginning to fold it again. Way too tight for comfortable sleep. Piper did like this shirt, though. If her tits were half as impressive as Tourm’s, she would have been wearing it every other day. “Bless you, infinity. Get ‘em out, babe.”
Tourm snorted ticklishly, knuckling at one nostril through her bundle of tissues. She blew her nose and actually managed to finish without being interrupted by a sneeze. “So?” she asked with an amused smirk in her voice. “I won, right?”
Piper rolled her eyes fondly, examining another shirt. Nope. Fabric was way too thin for a chilly April night like this. “Fiiiine. Yeah. Just by, like, twenty seconds, though. I’m sure I would have made it without those several sneezy disruptions, but I’m no sore loser.”
“Hah!” came Tourm’s little snicker. “You owe me fift--sdff! Ugh…F-fihh--hihh! I--”
Tourm sneezed behind Piper’s back, another productive sound that had her groaning again in the aftermath. Once Piper turned back around, a perfect sleep shirt in hand, Tourm was already pulling her messy top off. She removed her shirt the way a guy might, Piper noticed, pulling it up from the back. She wiped her nose with it before giving it a lazy toss to the carpet. Tourm leaned back slightly in bed, supporting herself with both hands as she sniffled. Piper, the slut she was, could do absolutely nothing but stare at the way the evidence of all of those sneezes just made Tourm’s tits shimmer in the lamplight. And then how they--
“Hhh--! hadt’DJISHiew!”
--bounced with another heady, uncovered sneeze that simply provided the same glitter-esque shine to her chest. She let out a stuffy exhale in the aftermath that sent a bolt of horny lightning down Piper’s spine. That…really had sounded like another moan, hadn’t it?
Damn it. She wanted to make her moan again.
“Double or nothing.”
Tourm looked at her with a cocked eyebrow, tits settling after that shivery sneeze. “Huh?” Piper didn’t even hand Tourm the new top, simply tossing it to a cluttered desk. She made her way back to Tourm’s bed and took her by the bicep with one hand lightly enough that Tourm could move away if she wasn’t into it. “Lemme try again,” she said, more of a command than a request. “Double or nothing if I can do it in eight.”
Judging by Tourm’s expression, she very much was into this. Piper took this as a cue to ease her free hand to cup Tourm’s warm, damp tit. Tourm evidently couldn’t help a quivering little exhale, lashes fluttering as Piper thumbed her nipple. Just as Piper would expect her to, though, Tourm immediately shifted her look into one of cockiness rather than the evident need that was there. “You’re on.”
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American Woman (Thomas Shelby x American OC) Ch. 27: All In The Same Basket
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Thud.
The door shuts and footsteps approach me. Thomas hasn’t been home all night and I don’t think twice about what happened. That bloody bastard. Of course he slept with her! May isn’t enough so he’s desperate enough to have a married woman! Perdition surely waits for him now.
“Morning,” I greet lightly when he walks in, bitterness hidden beneath. “Have some eggs.”
He looks even happier now. If I feel awful it’s my fault alone. I’m the one chaining myself to this, not him.
“Do you plan to tell May?”
It’s asked so simply yet held with so much emotion. Thomas doesn’t ask how I know.
“I do. I won’t string her hopes out.”
“At least you have the decency to do that,” I mutter.
“Grace mentioned New York,” Thomas says and I can tell what he’s thinking. “Said something about the people in Brooklyn being less friendly than the others. Know anything about that?”
I huff and all but throw the frying pan into the dish water. “No offense Thomas, but I do not bring my work home with me. I do not want your problems following me to my home. I simply requested that she stayed away.”
Instead of yelling Thomas stays calm. “Grace doesn’t mean any harm.”
“I know. She’s a nice person. But after the lies she told, I don’t want that in my life. The only way I will let this business into my life is if you agree to partner with my father.”
Have a taste of your own medicine, Thomas Shelby. How do you like it when someone pretends to care only for profit? Only instead of extracting sexual pleasures I am acquiring benefits for my family.
“I see.” Now his voice changes to the cold tone I remember. “He needs business just as much as I.”
I shake my head. “Prohibition hasn’t done well for my family. Capone only trades with the Italians and hates the Irish with a passion. If you partner with my family it would help a lot.”
“He’ll do it.”
We both look to see Polly standing in the doorway with her hands on her hips.
“Oh really, Pol?”
“You make a deal with her or Verena gets a 20% cut,” his aunt orders.
My eyes widen and I wave my hands. “No. No. We don’t accept handouts. We just want to sell whiskey. Even if it’s slightly illegal.”
“So you shall,” Thomas announces, looking between both of us with annoyment. “When do we draw the contract, eh?”
“After the race,” Polly says.
Right. The race. Another derby day full of crowds, gambling, and drinking. Just like the stories of the Sheepshead races Uncle Steenstra talks about. If John plays his cards right then Arthur will be joining us.
I finish putting the finishing touches on my makeup and yell out the door. “Ready, Finn?”
A scampering noise gets closer and closer and Finn all but crashes into my room. He hastily adjusts his coat and stands to attention.
“As always,” he pants. “Maybe this time you can actually see the race. Nice hat.”
A lovely addition, if I do say so myself. Who knew Polly had such nice hats hidden in her closet? “I thought I’d dress for the occasion. Where’s this race?”
“In Epsom. I promised John I’d escort you to the meeting so you know the plan.”
“Is Ada coming?” I ask as I follow him to the door.
“Yeah, but Tommy’s meeting with her. Said it’s private.”
Don’t be mad. She’s his sister. You just work here. Forget all about Thomas and enjoy yourself for once.
Out in the street we see the cavalry has arrived and is waiting next to a covered truck. Along with John.
“Is Arthur meeting us there?” I ask.
“You tell me!” Arthur walks out from behind the truck, arms spread triumphantly.
My face breaks into a smile. “Arthur! You son-of-a-gun! How was prison?”
“Fucking Hell.”
Another man walks up and I recognize him from the horse sale Thomas took me to. A member of the Lees, I think. An odd man, wearing a patterned ascot.
“Johnny Doggs.” He tips his hat. “Ms. Steenstra. The boys and I must apologize for the last time you met us. Let it be known that today we’re all on the same side.”
Some of the Lees remove their hats while others give me friendly waves.
I give John a cheeky grin. “You told them to say that, didn’t you?”
The Shelby brother rolls his eyes. “They wanted to say sorry. Can we move on?”
“Here comes the boss,” Johnny points to someone behind me.
The handsome gangster struts towards us, cigarette in hand. Being surrounded by the Shelby brothers and Lees really helps distract from any previous emotions for him. It’s time to get my head in the game and be a valuable part of this team.
“There he is.” Thomas opens his arms and embraces his freed brother.
Arthur huffs. “You’re late.”
“I had business.”
“How the fuck did you get me out-a that?”
Thomas claps his shoulder. “I need you today, brother. Pulled some strings. You alright?”
Arthur’s frown is replaced with a grateful smirk. “I am now.”
“So he’s in charge now?” John asks.
“That’s right. And you two are in charge of him,” Thomas clarifies. Finn starts to object but gets cut off. “Finn, you don’t obey orders, you don’t come.” He turns to Johnny Doggs. “Will the Lees be there?”
“The Lees will be there, captain.”
Thomas squints. “Captain?”
“Aye, we promoted you. The boys decided you’re no longer like a sergeant major, fucking them fancy women and using those fancy words.”
I hide my laugh along with the rest of the men. This is hilarious! Thomas is getting joked on and I’m allowed to find it funny!
“Fine, but I’ll take it as a compliment,” Thomas complies. “Just don’t shoot me. Let’s go to the Derby, boys!”
He waves for them to jump in the truck but hesitates when he sees Finn helping me up.
“She’s coming too. I promised she could see a race,” John says.
He thinks for a second. “Very well. Stay in the back while we rally the others.”
Screw you, Thomas Shelby. I’m not waiting around for you to permit me to help. This American can’t be tamed by your charm.
“My God, this place is huge!” I marvel at the elaborate racetrack. “Where are the horses?”
“Over there.” Thomas points to a series of white tents. “You can come with me to see her, if you’d like.”
“Won’t say no to that!”
I don’t wait for him to catch up. This is what a real horse race is like? No wonder Thomas loves horses so much. He shows me to a tent and I spot May waiting inside next to a very sturdy speckled horse.
Thomas wastes no time and begins inspecting the animal. Brushing her coat and checking her eyes.
“Looks in fine shape. Hello hello hello. Kushti bok. Kushti bok, eh?” He murmurs to the horse. “Any troubles?”
May, still with her arms crossed, shakes her head. “Not at all. Go, drink and enjoy the race. I’ll join later. It's fine, I’ll stay down here in the mud.”
Her words draw out a dose of sympathy from me. Oh, May. You got caught in this too. Unfortunately none of us will be the last to fall for him. We just need to pick up the pieces and move on-
Just then Thomas leans in and presses a kiss on her surprised lips. I take the time to wander off to the corner and inspect the other horses. After everything he still shows affection to any woman but me. And he- He left. He forgot I was even here.
“Sorry about that.” May walks over showing no hostility. “I don’t know what’s gotten into him.”
I try to stay positive. “Hello, May. Lovely to see you again. Good news about the horse, I hope?”
She nods at the magnificent beast. “Grace’s Secret has done a wonderful job. She’s a very sturdy animal.”
Her words cause me to stop stroking her mane. “What’s the horse’s name?”
“Grace’s Secret.”
He’s still thinking about her. I can’t just say nothing. May deserves sympathy, rich or not.
“I’m sorry about…”
“About Thomas breaking off?” she fills in.
Quite witty. No wonder Thomas took to her. “Yes.”
May looks at me with an expression I can’t quite place. “I can see he treats you well. But you’re smart enough to keep him tamed. Keep up with that. You best get back to your party. I’ll be fine here.”
She waits for me to leave but I see no reason to. “No. They have their own business. I can stay here for company, if you wish.”
Her eyes soften at my kind gesture. “That’s gracious of you. Thanks.”
The announcer’s voice overhead says the race is about to begin. Where is the best spot to watch? I look out and see Thomas standing on the steps with- With Grace. She came here. Of course she did. Wearing a nice pink dress with a matching hat. Looking how any woman wants to be with the man all women want.
“You alright?” May asks when she sees my pale face. “Thomas must be waiting-”
“He’s perfectly fine,” I grit my teeth. “He has plenty to occupy himself with.”
She sees where I’m looking. “It’s the other woman, isn’t it? The one sailing away?”
“One would think.”
Thomas leaves Grace at the bottom of the stairs and I spot Jerimiah sending Lizzie up to Thomas. That son-of-a-! He deals with literally any other woman. Anyone but me.
“He mentioned you once.”
May’s words shake me from my angry thoughts. “For what reasons?”
“Said you made him change his mind about Americans. About educated women. Personally I believe he thinks you’re too innocent for his business. Why stay?”
I keep watching Thomas until he disappears into a bar. “My father once said to me ‘Verena, life is too short to never take chances. With a little luck and the love of God, set your mind to do anything.’ After everything I’ve done here I can’t think of a place that would offer anything so… adventurous.”
May chuckles. “That’s Thomas, alright.”
“Ladies and gentlemen, the race will begin in four minutes. Please be upstanding for the pledge.”
Oh, alright. I’ll respect the pledge of the people who dominated my own country. Why is May not watching?
“You don’t want to watch the race?”
May sits down on a haybale and avoids my gaze. “She’ll do fine.”
“And they’re off!”
There they go! What powerful beasts. So graceful and yet they can decapitate you with one kick.
“Come on, girl. You can do it,” May mutters.
Something else catches my eye. It’s Lizzie again. Leading a stranger away to the barn. Why is she going with…? I thought she gave up being- That man is armed. Oh no.
I keep my eyes on her and start walking out of the tent. “May, I have to go stop something.”
Walking. Jogging. Sprinting! Have to get through this crowd! Where’s Thomas? Arthur? Anyone?
“John!” Thank God! “Have a spare gun?”
He gives me a funny look. “You know guns aren’t allowed. Who says I’ve got one?”
“Please!” I ask urgently.
He takes off his hat and pulls out a small pistol. “Use it wisely.”
I snatch the weapon and weave back into the sea of people. Lord, help me find her! I know we don't always see eye-to-eye but she can be a good person! Don’t let me be too late-!
“Get the fuck off me!” Lizzie shrieks.
I turn the corner and find the uniformed man shoving her against the wall, the wood slicing into her skin.
I cock the pistol. “Step aside. Now!”
A hand from behind pushes me aside and Thomas steps up with his own gun. “Russel!”
The gun clicks but no bullet fires. The man groping Lizzie ducks down and barrels into Thomas, knocking my gun away in the process. I rush to Lizzie’s side and help her stand. She’s reaching for something-
“It’s ok, Lizzie,” I whisper. “Give me the gun-!”
She shoves me over and tries to fire it herself. It misfires again.
“Tommy!” Lizzie screeches when the man tries to push his own gun against Thomas’ head.
Bang!
But it’s not Thomas who drops dead. It’s the man called Russel. His brains are painted everywhere.
“Where were you?! Where the fuck were you?!” Lizzie rages hysterically and points the defective gun at Thomas.
Death. I just saw someone get murdered. Life taken. I know it’s not my fault but why do I still feel a fraction of the blame? Could I have stopped it, or did he deserve to die?
“Just go. Go!”
Lizzie pushes away and storms back to the bleachers.
“You too, Verena!”
Thomas grabs my hand but I don’t budge right away. How can I? There’s a fresh corpse right across from me.
“Verena.” He kneels in front of me and makes me look at him. “Darling, it’s alright now. You’re safe-”
“It’s not my safety I’m concerned about. It’s him.” I point to the corpse. “I could’ve stopped him, and now he’s dead.”
“I killed him. Not you.” He rips the gun from my limp hand. “What the fuck were you thinking, Verena?!”
“I thought I was helping! I’m sorry my feeble reaction is too soft for you but I’m not a bloody criminal!”
“You’ve kept above water this long! What happened?”
I gawk at his arrogant face. “Oh, like you’ve never made a mistake! You don’t see me rubbing your bad choices in your face.”
We both know what I’m referring to.
“Get back to the others,” Thomas orders, still glaring straight at me.
Fine. Very well. Fine! I’ll leave you to get killed or whatever bloody plan you’ve got!
I pivot and march through the muddy stalls back to the roaring crowd. By now the coppers have caught on to the gun violence and are swarming everywhere.
I hurry past the group of Peaky Blinders and Arthur leans in to whisper: “Better duck, Steentra. ‘S about to get messy. Tommy’s about to meet with Sabini.”
Someone walks up behind and I see it’s May, now wearing a beautiful red dress. She seems distracted and points to someone in the crowd. “Who is that?”
John looks over and recognizes who she’s pointing at. “Grace. Tommy’s old flame.”
“I see. Have you known her, Verena?”
My eyes sharpen. “Briefly. She’s the one I saw with him earlier.”
“So we are all part of Tom’s basket of women, are we?” May comments.
I nod towards the table where Lizzie’s hunched over. “Lizzie’s in it too.”
More cops brush past and in the chaos I hear May whisper: “At least he hasn’t broken your heart yet.”
The mention of it makes my blood run cold. “Don’t speak too soon.”
May considers something and gets past me. “I’m going to go talk with her.”
“You’ll play nice?” I joke.
“No hostilities, just an introduction.”
“She may not be so gentle.”
@meadows5
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October 3rd -
My uncle has been trying to convince me to leave the shack every once in a while. Make friends, have fun, get into “trouble.” Ha! That’s easy for him to say! He doesn’t have to worry about the fact that he made a deal with a glowing nacho! BUT, more importantly, I put that code into my computer, and I found the answer. Sadly.
“THE GUY WHO WRITES CODES.”
That's it. That's all it was.
- “Burning calories and galaxies.” Very funny
- A bar code? I’m just gonna scan this real quick
“HEY NERD”
Why am I even surprised?
- “Bill Tells Bill All?”
- Kinda self centered of you to be interviewing yourself
- “He's been in your mind, but what's on his?” Hilarious.
He seems pretty keen on not being dead
- Apology video?
- Can “all powerful beings” really have pimples?
UGH! HE KEEPS POPPING UP!
- So, whenever someone draws a picture of a triangle with an eye… that's a doorway?
- The window in this attic is already a triangle, so maybe I don’t have to?
- Ok, here we go, list of Bill’s powers,
1. Mind Reading (Creepy)
2. Possession (Creepier)
3. Cipher-voyance (???)
4. Charisma (Yeah, sure)
5. Pyrokinesis (Ok, Uncle Soos should have a fire extinguisher somewhere, right?)
6. Looking Amazing In Formal Wear (I beg to differ)
7. Geometric Perfection (I’m not not even going to acknowledge that one)
- List of Bills… weaknesses? He wouldn’t really put a list of his weaknesses, right?
1. Synthesized Music (I think I saw a karaoke machine somewhere)
2. Tinfoil (What does this mean? Do I just put it in your face like garlic to a vampire?)
3. McGucket's Memory Gun (Again about that old scientist. Maybe he’d know what to do?)
4. No Physical Form (Wait, so, is this all in my head? Or is he trapped in this book?)
5. Quantum
GOD! STOP! POPPING! UP! I DIDN’T EVEN WANT TO READ THIS BOOK IN THE FIRST PLACE!
YES! CANCEL THE BOOK! I WOULD LOVE TO READ THE GREAT GATSBY INSTEAD! I LOVE GAY MEN IN THE 1920S!
Oh my God, is this actually The Great Gatsby?
I mean, I haven’t read it since I was a freshman but... sure, why not?
- How did a cosmic being get the rights to add almost a quarter of The Great Gatsby to his book?
- Gosh, I hate Tom…
STOP! POPPING! UP! I AM VERY JUMPY!
OK, nope, I need a break. Besides, I’m watching my baby cousin while my uncle and aunt are out. I’ll make more notes later. I may have sold my soul to a demon, I MAY HAVE, but I am NOT on his schedule. He’s the one trapped in the book. Probably. Maybe. Hopefully.
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42!Miles Headcannons
I am on a kick of Spiderverse, so Tumblr gets it-
Miles has separation anxiety with you, which got a lot worse when you started dating, him being the prowler and all
He cannot handle the sound of guns, it makes his anxiety race.
He'd never admit it but he genuinely likes your company, like he'll deny it then go out of his way to find stupid reasons to hang out with you. Which his mom plays into. Miles: Aye, Idiota. Come over. My mom misses you. Y/N: Ooookay? Rio, hugging Y/N: Y/N I've missed you, how've you been? Are you feeling okay? Have you been eating enough? Y/N, laughing: I'm okay Mrs. Morales, thank you for worrying about me though Miles: *Absolutely smitten by how you interact with his mom*
Leaves you gits randomly, like if he's out on a job with his uncle and he sees something he knows you'll like he'll swipe it (and leave money) and either leave it on your desk or put it on your window sill. You've yet to catch him
He HAS stopped and watched you sleep when he left you a gift, not in creepy way more like a "God... They're so perfect..." His eyes, hidden behind his lil mask, softened on you. He only left because the hallway light flicked on and he panicked. That was the loudest he had ever fled from somewhere, he didn't even close your window.
He is really artistic too, he has dozens of sketches of you in his sketchbook. You're his favorite thing to draw
Don't get me wrong, I'm a sucker for Miles wanting to kill someone for you. But he would only think it, he'd never actually act on those thoughts. He couldn't bear the weight of taking a life, even if it was for you. He's a vigilante, remember
As terrifying as he seems, Miles is a HUGE baby when it comes to getting hurt. He'll act like he's fine, but when he's with his Uncle or Mom he cries. Like ugly cries, he's a huge baby-
Has Trypanophobia (The Fear of Needles), hates the sight of them and cannot handle it when he has to get shots
When he cannot handle anything anymore he goes to his dad's Mural and just sits there, he doesn't talk or make any noise. He just sits against the brick, sometimes he cries, sometimes he doesn't but he's always there late at night so no one really sees him
He doesn't talk to anyone he actually has a crush on, like he's flirty as hell with everyone but the person he actually likes he's really blunt and distant. Like a dumbass
I can 100% see Miles being Omni, like he could like anyone as long as he's close to them
We all know Miles' sleep schedule is FUCKED, he's a Vigilante, he doesn't get to sleep much due to everything being at night. But he still gets good grades and sleeps when he can
This is literally one of his posts on Twitter and you CANNOT tell me otherwise-
He isn't really bothered by people who're taller than him, or people who are a few inches shorter. But if you're below his chin he's wary, he's heard enough from Ganke not to mess with people that short. "They have to climb to get things, I don't wanna mess with someone who climbs counters.
I can see him being taller than 1610!Miles, cause 1610!Miles is 5'8" so I can see 42!Miles being anywhere from 5'9 to 5'10". Like it's not a noticeable difference if you're not paying attention, ya know?
Miles does Photography, but it's more of a hobby. He doesn't plan on turning it into a career, but he does it when he's got the chance, his posts look like this
Bubbly_Rose and Vanilla.Coffee.Addict. Are both his mom, different accounts to support her son. Best mom 100%
Miles has dozens of playlists on spotify, most of which are for his friends and family.
Cat person but has a german shepard named Luna
Had dreads ONCE and decided he hated them, so he stuck to his braids
Miles can cook, really really well. His mom and him used to bond through cooking and now it's something he does when he's stressed or upset
Depending on how tired Miles is, is how he sleeps. If he's just a lil sleepy, his legs are kinda bent and his arms are by his head, HOWEVER, if it was after REALLY tiring job with his uncle he kinda just falls onto his bed and sleeps like that
He usually doesn't go to anyone for comfort and comforts himself unless it's really bad then he goes to his mom or (if he really REALLY trusts them) his significant other
Miles has a tendency to flinch/move away from any form of touch that's not from his mother. He gets pins and needles if he's not expecting a touch and it is almost painful, I wouldn't say he's touch-starved but with his mom working so much it's easy to see that he would be
The one thing that brings Miles' to tears is watching his mom work herself to the bone and never being able to take a break. It makes him so mad that he can't help her, without it being obvious, that it reduces him to tears
He cries when he's mad
He hates it when people go through his things or move them. He has everything in a place, everything has to be perfect. Major OCD when it comes to his room, it's his space and he wants it perfectly clean
Miles takes really good care of himself, he keeps himself in shape (outside of being the Prowler) and makes sure to eat and hydrate right
Miles. Is. A. Huge. Softie for little kids. He acts like he can't stand them but the minute he's flashed a toothy smile from a little kid, he can't help but smile back
He considers a few people who aren't family, his family like Ganke
His idea of "A Perfect Vacation" is going anywhere with his mom and Uncle. It could literally be a trip to his Paternal Grandmother's house, and as long as his mom isn't working he is perfectly content
Miles tends to bite his nails and chew on his lips when he's nervous
By FAR the strangest thing Miles has ever seen was one of his classmates straight up touching their eyeball, that happened when he was 13 and it still freaks him out
Miles accepts advice relatively well, he doesn't show it but he does
He hates most pictures, but there was a few that his version Gwen took of him.
He is horrible at talking to someone he's got a crush on, like worse than 1610!Miles ;-;
Miles wakes up before his mom, when she's home, and makes her breakfast, he eats, showers, and goes to school, comes home, does his homework, goes to his boxing class (curtesy of Uncle Aaron), and depending on the day either goes on a job or goes to sleep
He has a few scars on his face from one of the first few jobs he was on when he wasn't far enough away from a bomb when it went off
Ocra. He CANNOT with the texture of it.
He loves stormy weather, its relaxing to him
He loves Fall and winter, the crisp air makes him smile
As a way to waste time, he goes to the gym or draws
When Miles wakes up from a nightmare, he kinda just lays there until he puts his headphones on and falls asleep to whatever song he's listening to
Miles collects little doo-dads from the street, it gives him something to fidget with
Miles knows English, Spanish, and French. He had to take a second language class and he COULDN'T take Spanish, so he's relatively fluent in French
Miles is the type of person to give someone the tightest most affection hugs, like even if he's just friends with the person. Hugs are like "I love you"s for Miles, they're sparing things from him
If Miles had three wishes from a genie he'd wish for: 1. His mother to either be paid more or for her to work less 2. His city to have less issues 3. To talk to his dad again
CROSSOVER: Miles is a gryffindor, with a Kingfisher Patronus and an 11.25 in Applewood wand with Unicorn hair ((I don't support J.K. Rowling))
Miles saw you in his clothes once and it MELTED him, he physically leaned against the wall and smiled stupidly
If you don't typically wear glasses (despite needing them, like my dumbass) and you wear them around Miles. The first time he saw you in them, he was distracted enough he walked into a wall.
Miles will protest being called cheesy things likes "Babydoll", "Pumpkin" "Sweets", "Bubba", "Light of My Life", "Tater Tot" (this happened ONCE, "Sunshine", "Dumpling", "Bambie", and "Babyface". He genuinely loves it when you call him that. Specifically: Babydoll, Pumpkin, and Sunshine. He still likes the other ones but loves those more.
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