#and now my fucking shoulder??? *and* side??? (it hurts so much i actually wanna cry. literally can't even walk unless i have pressure on it)

[technologyvoid]

My free trial of being able bodied has ended I think

[lixiemissexotic]

𝑠𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑡 𝑔𝑖𝒓𝒍 💕#!

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝗼𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬⤷ you passed your exam, and your boyfriend armin wants to shows you just how proud of you he is.

𝐧𝗼𝐭𝐞𝐬⤷ guess who just passed their examss, i did bitchh 🤭 shout out to my boyfriend for inspiring this lmfao

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠⤷ smut, mild degrading-he calls you a slut and whore, nicknames- mama, princess, pretty girl, he’s a little mean not really.

“and the highest in the class is miss.l/n, remarkable work young lady”

mini fireworks were going off in your brain right now, armin was the fuckingg best.

as soon as your class had ended you were running all over campus looking for armin to thank him for helping you study, and tell him you topped your class.

you finally found him after all your searching, sitting on his bed in his dorm room and… fuck he’s hot.

his hair was wet, most likely he was fresh out of the shower. armin was hunched on his bed, with a towel around his neck only wearing a pair of grey sweatpants and a gold necklaces.

he stood up revealing more of his abs and vline. pretty blue eyes stared at you before he spoke in that stupid charming voice of his

“you just gonna stand there all pretty or tell me what’s up” ?

shit he cough you staring.

“no, i just wanted to say thank you”. you pulled out your test results and smiled at him “look i topped my class”. you spoke with enthusiasm and a bright smile.

armin smiled at you, proud that you did well.

he kissed your forehead then whispered in your ear, “that’s my smart girl”. before landing a light kiss on your neck.

“damn she’s pretty and smart, i should really stop the small talk and put a kid in you hu” he laughed after his sentence and you just rolled your eyes at him.

“and a bit rude, but i can work with that”

you giggled before hooking your hands around his necklace pulling him into a kiss. his hand traveled under your top stroking your waist.

you pushed him onto his bed, sucking hickeys into the skin of his neck.

“ahh- fuckk” moans began leaving his parted lips.

he grabbed onto one of your hands and kissed your palm before slowly guiding your hand into his boxers, making you feel how hard his cock was.

“hmm f-fuck feel how hard you make me mama, feel what you do to me, my pretty whore”

your panties were soaked, you needed some sort of relief, you felt as tho you were burning up.

still palming at his cock you looked into his lust filled eyes, “i want you to fuck me, need you”

“…please”

“that’s my smart girl, now lay down for me wanna see your pretty face when i fuck you stupid”.

you loved this side of him, you already knew that this was gonna end with you crying out his name.

you quickly discarded of your clothing as he did the same.

he looked so pretty on top of you, his gold chain was dangling in your face as he slowly inserted his cock into your soaked pussy.

you always forgot how big he actually was.

“s-shit, it hurts a-arminn”

“shh, i know, i know, you’re a big girl i know you can take it”

finally he bottomed out. full, you felt full.

he started off with slow thrusts careful not to hurt you too much.

“f-fuck your pussy is so tight, ahh, you feel good princess”

“f-faster pleasee”

that was the green light armin was waiting for to fuck the shit out of you.

his thrusts became faster causing the both of you to moan out in pleasure. your pussy was so wet and it clenched around him making deep moans to leave his pretty pink lips.

your hands gripped onto his toned shoulders for dear life.

tears began to stream down your face as you moaned chants of his name.

he gripped onto your thighs bringing your legs to your upper half, he had you folded up in a mating press.

with ever thrust, sounds of your squelching pussy and his balls slapping against you were heard.

his lips found themselves leaving love bites all over your neck and chest, he sucked onto your flesh and breasts as tho he were a starved man.

you closed your eyes for a beaf second, you were being fucked so good. every time his cock fucked itself back into you it hit all the right spots, you were definitely gonna cum soon.

a light slap on your cheek caused you to open your eyes

“look at me when i’m fucking you, wanna see all those pretty faces you make”

“f-fuckkk baby, i feel so full, i think I’m gonna cum s-soon”

at this point his thrusts had just gotten faster, and harder. your legs started trembling. it feels good, so fucking good.

you couldn’t hold back anymore, your back arched as you came all over armins cock, crying out his name with teary eyes and a slutty little smile.

armin looked down at you through hazed eyes, and he was more than happy to see his girl looking so fucked out. you always looked prettiest like this, eyes rolled back, messy hair and make up, babbling his name like it was the only thing you knew how to say.

“don’t tell me i’ve already fucked you stupid, guess my smart girl is just a little slut now hu”

armin gripped your face, while purposely thrusting harder into you.

“fuck you’re gorgeous, gonna cum all over that preety face”.

he pulled out of your messy cunt and started stroking his cock over your face, you open your mouth waiting for his cum.

hot milky cum shot out of his cock spilling all over your face and mouth. the sight had armin feeling lightheaded.

“that’s my good little slut”.

© 𝟮𝟬𝟮𝟯 𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝗼 𝐥𝐢𝐱𝐢𝐞𝐢𝐬𝐠𝗼𝐝. 𝐂𝗼𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝗼𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐧𝗼𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝗼𝐥𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐮𝐭 𝗼𝐧 𝗼𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐟𝗼𝐫𝗺𝐬.

[artificialbreezy]

Hey let's imagine Jolly chasing you down with a mask on and holding a knife to you while he fucks you hard and makes you cry(cause the crying turns him on)

i’ll never know peace with you, god fucking dammit. sorry i switched up a teeny tiny bit i got so mf carried away.

This blurb may contain content that is unsettling to some, please continue with caution. your mental health matters.

TW: a game of cat and mouse (he chases her), masks, crying, mean!jolly, knife play, a teeny tiny bit of blood, no actual p in v, mentions of breeding

it’s his favorite game. before he leaves for tour he sends you up the cabin, just so you can relax and decompress and he’ll join you when he gets home. he’ll go straight there from the airport.

and you never hear his car pull up, you’re too invested in the book you’re reading when the lights just go out. the panic is only a little at the moment, you’ll go outside, down by the tree line and check the box. quick and easy fix right? wrong.

something in your gut told you not to go down there, stay right in that cabin. go find your phone and call Jolly. he should’ve landed by now. you decided against your better judgement you were fine, nothing bad has ever happened here before.

when you hear the snaps of the branches, and the breathing of someone else behind you that’s when the panic fully set in. no shoes, no phone, just run.

you’d never been in the woods before, Jolly always told you there was no need. he’d take you eventually. you didn’t know where you were going and how you ended up thinking that the woods was the place to hide but fuck it.

seeing what you thought to be a tree, you ran off to the side a little hoping you could catch your breath before you went any further.

what did i get myself into? Jolly’s gonna get home and see my car and not me in the cabin, my phones there and i’m not. oh my god, he’s gonna find me dead. thoughts were running rapid in your brain. this can’t be real. crouching down next to the tree trunk, you set your hand out to balance yourself to met with a shoe, and a dark chuckle.

you didn’t have time to scream before his hand was over your mouth. tears falling at a rapid pace, panic flooding your veins. all you could do was cry.

“missed you a lot, can’t believe you ran from me, pet.” voice was muffled by whatever was covering his face. “promise i won’t hurt you too bad, just wanna play a little game.”

“i’ll give you a head start. i catch you, i ruin you.” his voice was just above a whisper. “run, little lamb.”

my feet were moving faster than my brain. just go. get inside. hide.

i hit the cement outside the front door, a wave of safety rushed over me. taking a breath, i reached for the door knob when a hand much larger than mine pushed itself against the door. “caught you.”

no sounds came out of my mouth, just freezing in time. unable to process fully what was happening, why i was excited, what was gonna happen to me, why was he chasing me?

he stepped forward, placing his hands against my hips. “remember the safe word?” he spoke. “yes,”

that’s all he needed. he picked up, putting half my body over his shoulder. his one hand opening the door, the other creeping up the back of my thigh.

Jolly didn’t have to walk far since the cabin was pretty small. i was falling onto the bed before i had a moment to think. “Jolly, lights”

“no. you trust me yeah?” you nodded up at him. “then you don’t get to see. you’ll feel what i give you, and you’ll say thank you. read that little book i over heard you talking about. does all that dirty, fucked up stuff turn your little brain into mush?”

his hand disappeared from my body. listening to the sound of rustling next the bed. “been thinking about all that gross, mean things huh?” there was a piece of cold metal against my ankle, slowly dragging it closer to my center.

he pressed the point into the flesh of my thigh harder, a sharp pain shooting up your leg. “pain is pleasure, pet. always remember that.” the metal no longer cold, and unwelcoming.

“thank you, Jolly.” breathless words leaving my lips.

he chuckled, dragging the blade up the front of my thighs. stopping once he reached the lace of my panties. “think if i were to press this against your cunt, you make it shine?” the back of the blade worked its way against the clothed part of my center. pushing against the damp spot that’s been building since i felt his breath at the tree line.

“would you look at that? think you really are pathetic. this turning you on that much? don’t even need to get you prepped huh? could just slip right in there. listen to the sweet whine that you make when i stretch out your cunt after a while.”

rolling my hips against the blade, a whine rolling out of my throat. his big hand pressed firmly on my lower stomach, pushing me back against the bed. “stay. still.” he grumbled.

his fingers pushed the lace away from my slit, soft touch against my skin. “mmm, knew you’d be ready. you’re fucking soaked, already making such a mess.” finger slowly slipping into my hole, “she’s just sucking me in, pet. think she needs more? bet you do, greedy fucking cunt.” his other hand pressing a smack against my thigh.

“feel you squeezing, you close already? fucking pathetic.” his finger curled slightly, lips pressing soft kisses against my mound. “she just needs to be filled up, huh? needs to have my cum leaking out of her just for me to push right back in, can’t waste any of it. wanna see you nice and round. bet you’d like that, walking around showing everyone who you belong to.”

“fucking, shit. Jolly, please.” begging the man to let you have it.

“yeah, come on. let me feel you, baby. ohh, atta girl. there is she.”

his fingers stilled, head laying against my leg. “did so good, thank you for trusting me.”

“always, love you tons.”

i felt his cheeks move, telling me he was smiling.

“i love you too, let’s get this light on and you cleaned up.”

[mommymccabe]

Gotcha Baby

Pairing: Caitlin Foord x reader

Summary: Your girlfriend and sister prank you, you get them back.

Word count: 1200+

Warnings: suggestive themes at the end, kissing, swearing, ‘injury’, i think that’s it

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A loud scream is heard by Steph and Mini who were standing in the hall way of the hotel. The scream originated from father down the hall, and was followed by laughing, a door slamming open and a hysterical Caitlin and Mackenzie bolting past two Matildas.

'Caitlin Jade Foord! Mackenzie Elizabeth Arnold!' You screamed out as you chased them out of your hotel room and down the hall.

'Uh oh' Steph whispers

'Get your asses back here. You're dead!'

'What the fuck happened??' Sam asked Steph, having been alerted by the chaos.

'No idea, but she's mad' Steph shot Sam a worried look.

Not even a minute later you walk back past them and back into your hotel room before slamming the door shut.

Sam, Steph and Mini walked down the hall in the direction you came from only to see Caitlin and Macca peaking out of Alannah and Macca's room.

'Is she gone?' Cait whispers

'Yes. Now what did you do to her?' Mini asks in an annoyed tone.

Mackenzie falls to the floor laughing again while Caitlin holds herself up on the door frame, laughing just as much.

'We had masks, and she had just woken up, and as she went to get out of bed, Macca jumped out from under the bed, and I jumped out of the cupboard! Oh my gosh mate it was funny as fuck, she flew!' Caitlin managed to wheeze out.

Sam can't help but laugh along with them as Steph and Mini do a better job of hiding their amusement.

'You two are awful. Poor girl was probably shitting herself' Sam says still laughing.

The thought making the two pranksters laugh even harder, Mackenzie now rolling on the ground trying to breath while Caitlin sinks to her knees with tears in her eyes.

'Ohhh she's gonna hate me' Caitlin whispers out before pulling herself together and helping Macca up.

'I think she already does' Mini days before cracking a smile and walking towards the common room, the rest following behind closely.

As you sit in your hotel room fuming, you start planning your revenge but put it on hold and decide to pretend like nothing happened, despite how mad you were at your girlfriend and sister.

You get dressed after a quick shower and head into the common room in search of your teammates.

As you walk through the doors, most heads turn to you and everyone greets you as you walk straight over to Kyra and Charlie, ignoring Caitlin and Mackenzie.

'We heard about your fun morning, you alright?' Kyra asked with a smirk.

You simply shot her a glare and rolled your eyes.

'They're assholes and I'm gonna get them back, wanna help?' you ask the two girls with a cheeky smile. They both quickly agree, loving a good prank.

'Okay so I was thinking....'

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Later that night, after the team meeting and dinner, you all head off to your rooms. Right before leaving the dinning room, you tell Caitlin and Mckenzie you want to see them outside your's and Caitlin's room, before walking away. The pair weren't really scared, more glad you had actually spoke to them after a day of silent treatment.

So they waited a bit before following the direction you left in. As they rounded a corner on the journey back to the room, they came across a sobbing you on the floor clutching your ankle.

'Fuck baby what happened?' Caitlin asked as she rushed to your side.

'I tripped. Fuck man, my fucking ankle' you cry out and roll onto your back.

'Can you put pressure on it, do you want me to carry you to medical?' Your sister asks as she moves to your side, laying a hand on your shoulder and the other on your good leg.

'I can't move Macca it hurts so much.' you sob out and throw your arm across your face.

'Oh baby, i'm sorry but we need to move you, you need to be checked out.' Caitlin tries to convince you to let them help you move.

As they are both focussed on you and your potentially career threatening injury, they don't see or hear the two pairs of footsteps creeping up behind them.

You laying on the ground, can see Kyra and Charlie and have to move your arm across your mouth to cover the rising smile. You scrunch your face up dramatically as well, covering all bases before watching as the two masked youngsters, arrive directly behind the two victims before grabbing them by the shoulders and yelling. You watch as the two previously worried looking women scream and throw themselves across the floor, landing somewhere behind you.

‘Ha! You two just disappeared!’ You laugh as you roll on the floor.

You can hear Kyra and Char laughing their asses off and you turn to high five them both and laugh with them.

You roll onto your hands and knees and make eye contact with a confused and annoyed looking Caitlin and Macca.

‘You weren’t even hurt! Asshole! I was so worried puddin’ Caitlin mumbles out before rubbing her face with her hands.

‘You deserve it darling.’ you say with a cheeky smile before getting and and offering them both a hand up.

Mckenzie grabs your hand, allowing you to help her up before she shoves you away with a shake of her head and a small smile.

‘Don’t do that again mate’ she mumbles

‘Says you! I wake up to a demon waiting under my bed and in my cupboard, I thought I was dead!’ You reply

‘Yeah well we definitely won’t be doing that again if this is the result’ Cait says as she stands up and wraps an arm around you waist.

‘You do and your sleeping on the couch pretty girl’ You tell her before placing a gentle kiss on her lips before turning and walking away with Kyra and Charlie.

As soon as you are out of ear shot, Macca turns to Caitlin and says;

‘I actually thought she was gonna die. She’s a pretty good actor. But fuck did that scare the shit outta me’

‘She was so convincing! I thought she broke her ankle. Gotta admit it was a good plan. Kyra and Charls were so quiet too’ Caitlin responds with a laugh before following in your direction back towards the rooms.

After saying goodbye to Mackenzie and anyone else she could, she walks into your shared room and spots you laying in bed on your phone.

‘You, missy, are a very good actor’ she says before walking over to the end of the bed and crawling on top of you.

‘Why thank you darling, i’m glad you enjoyed my plan’ you smile up at her and wrap your arms around her lower back pulling her on top of you.

‘Hmm enjoy is not the word I would use’ she mumbles then leans down to kiss you passionately.

You moan into her mouth, her response being a roll of her hips into yours. You pull away to breath as she starts kissing down your neck. You wrap your arms around her waist before flipping her onto her back, you settled comfortably onto of her.

‘How bout I give you something to enjoy sweetheart’ you whisper against her lips before she smashes your lips together.

‘Fuck yes’ she mumbled between kisses, lost in the feeling of your lips and hands roaming her body.

You smirk against her neck and reply;

‘Only if your good for me though, right baby girl?’

You enjoy watching as your girlfriends eyes change as she fully relaxes, ready to please you in any way she can.

This will definitely be enjoyable, you think to yourself.

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an: been awhile, i apologise. gonna try and write more often. enjoy! might do a part 2 lemme know if u want one :)

[braxlrose]

You should do a bill!sub x reader. He has to whimper 🤭

sub bill sub bill sub bill sub bill sub bill sub bill

okay so i actually have two requests for sub!bill so ill add in that one too.

request: what about dacryphilia but for bill. like riding him till hes crying but when you try to get off of him he just pulls you back asking for more, i mean being so fucked out he is bucking into you. from my favorite anon ;)

word count: 768

tw: handcuffs, (implied) mommy kink sort of? (it was only said twice), sub!bill, dom!reader, dacraphilia, hickies, overstimulation, dom/sub dynamics, implied drinking, begging.

"WHATEVER YOU WANT, BABY."

It was 11 'o clock at night. you had and bill had just gotten home from a party, both of you a little bit tipsy. Both of you had sweat running down your forehead because of all the dancing and people around you.

"Mmm bab..baby~" Bill came up behind you while you pulled off your sweaty clothes that had been sticking to your skin all night. A smirk crawled onto your face while bills arms wrapped around you, moving closer to your breasts. You raised an eyebrow slightly but didn't pay any attention to bill which ended up with him and his cute little face in a pout.

"Ba~byyy.." Bill now whispered with his hands on your hips and his chin resting on your shoulder, looking up at you.

"What is it bill?" you asked in a monotone voice, turning around to look at him.

"i want you.." His fingers intertwined with yours as he leaned in with a dopey smile on his face.

"Well im real tired baby, how about another day." you teased. It was pretty obvious you wanted him too after you strutted past him in your panties and bra. A pout stayed on bills face and the begging began. baby please. i need you so bad. my dick hurts. i know you want it too. youre so pretty baby. pretty please. please. please. please. mommy?

That was all enough to make you pull down your cute little strawberry panties and bra. which is what led to now.

"AaaAh baby please...slow down..slow down slow down slooooww down...." Bill had his head thrown all the way back as you rode his dick. his hands were handcuffed to the bed and he was completely sprawled out in front of you, all cute and naked. he had hickies all over his chest. you even made some in the shape of a heart surrounding his left nipple.

"But baby you're making me feel so fucking good. don't you like making me feel good? don't you, pretty boy?" and he did. he loved making you feel good. he loved every single second of it.

bill nodded his head, whispering barely coherent i love yous. his eyes were all glossy and his eyeliner was smeared everywhere. you had put a little lipstick on his lips too just to smear it around. why wouldn't you? you just loved your messy boy. "Please..." he whispered out to you, "I wanna touth..touch you..pleasth..un...uncuff me...." his words began to slur with a lisp as more teared poured out of his pretty brown eyes. you loved hearing him beg for you. it was like music to your ears. and as much as you loved to tease and edge your pretty boy, you loved hearing him happy. and you loved his slim fingers digging into your squishy thighs. so with that, you leaned forward, his dick slipping out of you causing a loud whine to leave bill, and you uncuffed him.

"AaAaahh~ put it back in...put it back in mommy...please...please..please please please please pleaseeeee." You raised an eyebrow and grabbed his face roughly.

"which one of us is in charge? because i thought it was me until you started ordering me around. you wanna be in charge baby. fine. go ahead and be in charge." you leaned over to the other side and him and got off of his stomach and laid down next to him.

"no. no. no...no. no. no. i dont wanna be in charge. im sorry....im sorry..do whatever you want with me please..im sorry.." drool started to form in the corners of his mouth along with the tears running down his face. he was so pretty like this. when he begged.

"I thought you wanted to order me around, baby?" You crossed your arms, squishing your boobs a bit.

"No, i didn't mean it. i didnt know what i was saying..please..ill make you feel good please.." you ran your heads over his head and down to his temple, rubbing it a bit. you looked at him with puppy dog eyes and bit your lip.

"Fine. but i hear you make one peep and im stopping." he nodded fast and laid back in his position. his dick looked so cute. it was all shaven clean and the tip was bright red. you touched it a bit to slide it back in you and that made his dick go crazy. it even slapped his stomach. that always made you smile. You finally grabbed his dick and slid it inside of you, making you throw your head back. "Mmm...i love this dick baby. its so perfect for me..you know that?" you were testing him. he was supposed to answer you whenever you asked him a question. he always did. that was a rule. but he also didn't want to make you mad. he wanted you to keep riding him until he passed out.

You smiled at him once he didn't answer you. he was such a good boy. you loved good boys. brats were little shits who didn't know their place, in your opinion. but bill was never like that. Bill knew what you wanted, what he wanted, and he was happy. you two were both happy.

you kept riding him for the next couples minutes with his fingers pressing into your hips. they were definitely gonna leave bruises. his eyes were closed again and he was biting at his lip so hard, trying not to make any noise. your little messy boy didn't even notice he was bucking into you. you could hear his breathing getting louder and his grip on your hips was tightening. that went on for another minute or so until you both twitched and came together. the loudest squeal that you have ever heard came out of bills drool-soaked mouth. it was so perfect. you began to lift yourself off of him but he didn't let go of your hips.

" i wanna stay i'side..." you carassed his cheek and grabbed a wipe off the counter to wipe off his sweaty makeup before leaning down to lay on his chest.

"whatever you want, baby."

A/N: i didn't proofread for sorry for any spelling mistakes. i hope this was up to your guys's liking!!

[beaniiekidd]

since i have no one to talk with about Arcane here’s my rant for Act 2, it’s very long and it definitely contains spoilers, it also contains shitty grammar (:

* I don’t wanna talk about Maddie and Caitlyn

* I do however want to talk about how attractive caitlyn is this act because goddamn

* WHY IS ISHA SO CUTE IN THE SCENE WITH HER, JINX AND THE BUGS MY HEART CSNT TAKE IT

* Jinx trying to flip Sevika off but getting frustrated cause it’s the finger she lost was adorable

* Jinxers.. that’s it.. that’s the comment

* I just keep thinking about how much it affected Jinx when Isha was taken in.. And now.. I can’t imagine how Jinx is going to react or what it’s going to do to her

* “What’s wrong with my pants?”

* Poor Jinx just needs a good ol pat on the back, or a fucking hug bro. her reaction to everyone grabbing her shoulder hurt

* ISHA’s LITTLE (what sounds like)“mama” WHEN SEVIKA IS TAKING HER AWAY ALSO TORE MY HEART INTO PIECES

* VANDERRR HIM SEEING JINX AS POWDER )):

* THIS ACT JUST HURTS ALL AROUND

* The fact that it’s the same dude that Vi fought last season is so fucking funny, he just can’t escape her

* AHHH THE SISTERS ARE BACK TOGETHER THIS IS ALL IVE WANTED

* Jinx writing her name under her cheek like her sister )))))): but also her doing it backwards is so funny

* I SAID IT BEFORE AND ILL SAY IT AGAIN CAITLYN LOOKS DAMN GOOD THIS ACT, the middle part really works for her

* Jinx please don’t pick up random shit in mines and eat it

* THE SLAP THE LIGHTS A MASTERPIECE

* I was so glad to see Mel but where tf are Ekko and Heimerdinger?

* Vi wanting to comfort Jinx, hesitating and then not doing it just cidjrnicfk wtf netflix?

* JAJDKEK VI PROTECTING JINX AND ISHA

* THE HUG AKFKKEKR I HAVE NO WORDS

* JINX’S CUP THEIR MOM VANDER NAMING VI SO MUCH HAPPENED AT ONCE

* “He’s your dad too.” IM IN TEARS

* ISHA JOINING THEFAMILY HUG I CANT DO THIS SHIT

* Jayce looks like he’s seen some shit

* gay jesus that you?

* BACK TO MY EARLIER QUESTION WHERE TF ARE EKKO AND HEIMERDINGER ?

* Isha being protective of Vander and taking care of him is so cute ahhhhh Im not ready for this

* “I have one condition” “looks like you’ve got a couple” akkdkdkd jinx you can’t say shit like that

* this show is just so beautifully done, the art, the soundtrack, the story it’s all just beautiful

* AHHH “what if WE stayed?” WHILE SHR LOOKs OVER AT ISHA AND TALKS TO JINX

* “Mongoose”

* CUPCAKE I MISSED THEM CAITLYNS EYES WHEN VI SAYS IT

* “ever since you dropped into my life, it’s like i put on glasses. except i can’t trll whether everything’s blurry or clear.” What the actual fuck netflix?

* FINALLY THEYRE ALL WORKING TOGETHER ITS ABOUT TIME

* “the one who captured caitlyn’s heart” bitch akcjrkrkf

* the fact that they still trust each other kills me a little

* “Don’t touch my daughter” okay im gonna cry now

* ahhhh their little family

* jayce wtf bro

* we finally get the band back together and you pull this shit? kskfkrk

* I can’t even be happy about caitlyn running to vi’s side

* Jinx is going to blame herself, she’s going to spiral

* i cried again

* Vi protecting Jinx from the blast )):

[caralara]

Hey Cara!! I was wondering what were your fav Larry fics ? I wanna read new ones so bad but can’t find ones that I like (I love being totally immersed in a peculiar environnement - such as in tired tired sea, flightless bird or the serpent and the lion…) Maybe you or your followers have some suggestions ? thanks a lot ☻

Hi babe!!

What a question... I will simply recommend you the ones that I adore, okay?

Of the classics, Got The Sunshine On My Shoulders is just - I've only reread it once (so far), but it hurts so good. Been sobbing through it twice now.

I adored Wild & Unruly - very unexpected and very sexy cowboy Harry. I bit myself in the arse for having put it off for so long because it was brilliant.

The Top Gun AU that had me shaking crying laughing sobbing Take My Breath Away is just so damn funny and heart wrenching.

The Road Trip AU Walk That Mile I think is criminally underrated. So much fun, such great scenes, "oh no there's only one bed" and "fake relationship" with in the mix.

The canon fics with a side of time travel / soulmate that I really really loved are One More Time Again and Hiding Place (maybe these ones are more along your request cause the world building is great even though we already know the rough frames of X-Factor etc.)

(I have to insert myself here and let you know I am currently writing a non-AU canon fic of X-Factor Sunflower In My Garden)

And the little bit more spicy ones I like are, for one, the driving instructor fic You'll Breathe Me In (You Won't Release), then the fic I think I've reread the most of them all, the a/b/o fic Fucking Animals (Louis is married to someone else in this one, and is a feisty omega - also has mentions of mpreg fyi), and then, with a hefty warning of step-sibling incest (lol) The Tiny Little Bungalow, and last (for now) but certainly not least a little gender Harry and daddy label executive Louis in babydoll blues.

I hope I was able to give you some recommendations you haven't read yet and that you will actually like :)

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Watching him live my life feels the same as watching him be given raunchy CPR by my boyfriend. Disturbing. Distressing. Devastating. It's been a whopping three months since Chucky took over my body and Devon and Lexy still haven't noticed that it wasn't me living with them. I try not to resent them for it.

   Those three words come to mind again: disturbing, distressing, devastating. I clench my fists, pacing the rough carpet as Chucky wraps an arm around Devon. The two of them are lounging on a sofa facing a TV screen. Technically I'm blocking the TV but only Chucky can choose to see me and so far all I've recieved is radio silence.

    Funnily enough, the other Chuckys seem to have gone the same route. It's been nothing but peaceful, agonizing silence. 

   They're planning something, I know they are. It feels like the quiet serenity before a massive hurricane. I know something is about to happen but theres nothing I can do, and nobody seems to care. Devon has his head on my shoulder (because it is mine, not his, mine). I can't help the sorrow that bleeds into my rage seeing him curled up with that doll. It's a disturbing sight. There's bile rising in my throat that I think must be psychosomatic because disembodied souls can't puke right?

    Devon laughs at something in the movie. Chucky hacks out a plastic imitation of my laugh. Devon- knowing me as much he does- sideeyes him curiously but doesn't voice it. Him and Lexy have been doing that alot since my possession. The doll says something weird, they look at me funny before looking at eachother before just going about their days as usual. I'm beginning to suspect they think I have that brain damage Timmy was talking about. 

   I feel sick just thinking about his name. I remember feeling drowned at for a while, like being underwater, then resurfacing to a terrified Timmy standing in front of me. He was shaking like a leaf, his big eyes darting around the abysmal perimeter of the spirit realm. 

   His eyes landed on me for a second before he walked away, his footfalls reminiscent of a zombies. He didn't need to say anything for me to know what I've done. That look in his eyes said everything. 

   The movie continues in silence for a while until Chucky starts to massage Devon's shoulder with my hand. I didn't realize my eyebrows could furrow any further. "What the hell..." It's weird but I don't think too much of it at first. Maybe Chucky is finally putting a little effort into imitating me. Then I see the doll dip it's head into my boyfriend's neck, laying a kiss.

    I don't feel my body moving, it's automatic. I'm screaming and gesticulating. Grasping at Chucky as Devon returns the kiss. I feel nauseous, I wanna puke but I have no throat. "Devon! Devon no, that's not me!" His caramel hands wrap around the dolls cherubic neck. Images barrage my head of me grabbing Devon's face and pulling his curls to deepen the kiss. It's a vile, aggressive clashing of tongues. I'm biting his lip, lapping at the blood that drips down, swallowing it.   

  Devon tries to pull away and my heart shatters as I see myself drag his head back by his hair and grabbing both sides of his face so hard I know it must hurt.

   There's blood and saliva being swapped between our mouths now, and Devons hands our clawing at mine. I feel myself- Chucky laugh. "Feisty, are we?" He chuckles. "You son of a bitch!" I'm crying now, my voice is cracked. I feel ununderwater again. Actually scratch that, I'm fucking drowning. Chucky laughs again, and this one sounds like me. I can't tell if it's from Devons struggling or my sobs. Either way my hatred has never been so visceral. 

   Chucky, me. Me, Chucky. I feel melded to him. One in the same. A horrific cronenburg monster in the body of a seventeen year old. We're horizontal now, our right hand keeping his still at the top of his head while the left keeps a bruising grip on his face. "Jake please, what the hell!?" He manages. I feel like there's nothing left of my heart to break. One piece is with Dad, one with Junior, Aunt Bree, Logan. Another couple with Timmy, Ms. Fairchild. 

   Each one just chipping away at Jake Wheeler until the boy fused with a demon in his own head is nothing but a hollowed out shell of himself. We're laughing that high-pitched, absolutely insane laugh and swallowing Devons tongue in a way that can't even be considered a kiss. Devon looks heartbroken, tears streaking his face as a look of recognition overtakes it. I feel our mouth start to speak. 

   "Starting to connect the dots now doll?" Our voice is a cocktail between Jake and Chucky's. His and mine lapped over eachother. "Chucky." He sounds mortified. He fights against our hold, pulling his face away from our grip. "You and Blondie really aren't the sharpest tools in the box are ya?"

  I think Devon is trying to go for intimidating but with the blood-saliva cocktail seeping from his mouth and his arms being restrained by ours, not to mention the complete and utter terror in his eyes- he's doing an admittedly shit job. 

   "You've been here this entire time." He drawls, the tears don't stop. We nod and lean down, planting a wet kiss on the corner of his mouth and licking at the cut we made. "Right under your noses." Our tongue slips back into Devon's mouth, swishing around and subduing his before we bite down again even harder than before. Devon shouts profanely, cursing us out. We dont answer, just laughing into his blood-drenched mouth.

    We can't tell when the fighting stops and the sobs begin but both only serve to ignite the heat swirling in our crotch. Our tongue dances across his face, leaving a trail of blood on his cheek. Devon shrinks back. We laugh, moving our mouth to his ear. "Don't worry doll, I don't bite." We whisper, before gnawing at his earlobe hard enough to invite a stream of blood. We slurp it up and whisper again, "Unless you want me to." 

  I feel us getting hard as we grind against Devons groin. Devon mutters something, we pull away slightly and I just know that our face looks like a lions after dinner, blood staining the chin. "What was that doll? I didn't get that." As we hover above my- our boyfriend, looking at the way the blood stains his face and the cuts I made that will inevitably scar. The fear and heartbreak that permeates his expression.

He looks gorgeous. 

   That's the only word for it. Gorgeous. Bordering on dollesque. A macabre masterpiece. Its now that we realize what the most pure expression of love is: sadism. All those deaths. Junior, Lucas, Logan, Bree. All the gore and the organs and the beautiful, addictive blood, all of it serving as an aphrodisiac. We lick our lips, savoring the taste of it. His blood. "What's wrong darling?" We buck against his torso, making a breath of air escape him that can't be mistaken for anything else a moan. 

    "Cat got your tongue?" Devon looks anywhere except into our eyes, which dance with glee. "Jake...please..." We lean in, grinning. Our mouth is above his, our eyes looking into his as our left hand is forcing him not to look away. For a moment all that can be heard is shallow breaths and his heartbeat. "We're in here dollface. Both of us." And none of us. The absolute horror that wracks his face is beautiful. We laugh louder than ever, louder than Timmy.

    Our hold on him tightens as we kiss him through the screams, biting him more and savoring the blood that results. The kiss is wet and savage, ruby fluid being swapped between our mouths with us occasionally licking the tears from his face or biting his ear again. "Hey dollface?" We don't expect a response and we don't get one, just more staring and crying. "Not feeling talkative? That's okay. What do you say we commemorate this precious memory?" 

    We snake our tongue into his mouth, tasting ever blood-soaked crevice of his tongue before pulling away with a trail of slimy blood between our mouths. We reach into our jean pocket, delightthe trepidous fear that fills Devons eyes. It overflows when we pull our a Swiss army knife. He shakes his head as much as he can through our grip. "Please Jake no, you're better than this." His voice sounds the best when it cracks like that. When the fear of death envelopes it.

  We switch open the blade and pull back until we're just straddling his waist. We keep his hands in one of ours and grind ourselves against him, harder than ever at the thought of what we're about to do. Pouting at his lack of an erection we smirk. "Aw, not getting off doll? Maybe we can remedy that." Our smirk widens at his screams as we pull his cardigan up. 

  "Jake no!" He shouts. "Stop!" We shake our head amusedly and switch out the blade, bringing it to his chest. "Don't worry dollface, this'll only hurt for a second." We drag the blade across his chest slowly and steadily, relishing his beautiful moans of agony. The most pleasurable sound one can make. 

   After a second we lean back to look at our masterpiece. A large, jagged J signed on his chest in a spectacular ruby color. Devon is wracked by sobs, his lips move but nothing comes out. "Having fun yet love?" He whines. "Yes? Great." We start the tip of the J before rising again to kiss him. This feels euphoric, better than sex. Being the proprietor of his pain is a trillion times more sensual than that of his pleasure. It's with this that I carve an A into his chest. 

   We lick the entire letter and let into Devons mouth in a kiss hindered slightly by our massive smile. "Halfway there doll." Devon gives me a look of unadulterated fear and "hate" that only serves to make him more stunning. 

   "Hey don't look so hurt dollface, this is a gift." We start carving the K as we keep our gaze on his. We drag the knife down his torso sharply, making him flinch. Our cock twitches against him and he looks at me with a rage and disgust that he knows isn't remotely intimidating. "You're so damn adorable when you're mad." We take stop for a moment to lay a kiss on his nose before continuing, utterly lost in the sounds of his pain. His love. 

   Five minutes go by that feel like complete heaven. We carve a letter into his chest, lap up the blood, kiss him then keep going. By the time we're done Devon's shouts have quieted. He just stares at us, his magnificent face decorated with tears and blood. We smile at him. "Isn't it beautiful, doll?" We look at our handiwork with a prideful smirk. Our name is carved across his chest jaggedly, little ruby pearls leaking down his chest.

   Beautiful. Perfection. The perfect symbol of their love. An immaculate way to show the world just who Devon Evans belongs to. Our lips consume his, blood and saliva mixing once more as we undo our belt. I'n not drowning anymore. I don't even feel like Jake anymore. Atleast not only him. The doll is there too. An amalgamation born out of blood and ecstasy. Love and violence. 

    We're a cronenburg. 

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from the ficlet prompts, “you don’t get it, do you? how can you be so blind! don’t you understand how much i care about you?” or “all my choices lead me to you.”?

By the time the dust settles, all that remains of the pain is a dull, tingly ache running from the left side of his chest up his shoulder and down part of his arm. The sun beats down, hot and strong, and Kon knows he'll be fine by nightfall.

No, the problem isn't the injury. The problem is the person who inadvertently caused it.

"—would you do that?! You're vulnerable to magic! What were you thinking?!" Cassie whirls on him, glaring through unshed tears, and begins pacing again. "I can't—I couldn't—I could have killed you!"

God. Kon has a particular hatred of every single villain they've ever fought who comes in with mind control. It's sick.

"I was thinking, better I take the hit than the busload of civilians behind us," Kon answers honestly. He shifts a little to the side, making room for her to sit on the slab of rubble next to him, but she sucks in a breath and whips around, back into her explosive pacing. "Cass, listen. It wasn't your fault. I can take—"

"You don't get it, do you?!" Cassie actually stamps her foot, like a kid throwing a tantrum. Unlike a kid throwing a tantrum, she cracks the dusty tarmac beneath her shoe. "How can you be so blind?! Don't you understand how much I care about you?! It's not about whether you can take it! I hurt my friend, because he let me!"

Caught, helpless, Kon stares at her. "Cass," he starts, but finds no words. Cassie glares back at him, arms wrapped around herself; there's dirt smeared across her cheek, and her hair sticks up all over her head in hopelessly messy spikes. Her tears have not fallen.

There's only one thing Kon can do. He opens his arms, offering a slight smile.

Cassie crashes into him like a tsunami. One of her arms latches onto his shoulder, tight; the other hand, mindful of the burn from her lasso, instead tangles her fingers into his hair so she can tuck his face into her neck and hold him. He wraps his arms around her just as fiercely, not knowing which of them needs it more.

"You could've fought me off," Cassie whispers, almost but not quite a sob. "You should've."

"Didn't wanna hurt you," Kon admits, and winces, because it feels like he was just trying to avoid the exact guilt she's feeling now. That isn't it, though; it's different. He knows exactly what the guilt she feels now is. The last thing he wants is for her to feel like she deserved to be hurt for it.

"And instead I hurt you!" Her voice cracks. "I didn't... I didn't want to, I just—I couldn't—"

Kon holds her tighter. Her jacket is torn; his fingers catch on a loose thread. "It wasn't you," he tells her. He'll tell her as many times as she needs. "It wasn't you."

Finally, finally, Cassie lets herself start to cry. "I'm sorry," she whispers into his hair. "I was—I was so scared, I thought I'd—if I'd seriously hurt you, I don't know what I would've done—"

Kon really, really fucking hates that she knows how this feels, now. He would've preferred less company in this particular club. "I know," he murmurs, and knows she's thinking of that day, too. "We're okay, Cass. We're okay."

Cassie sniffles once, then takes a breath. She draws back enough to look at him, scrutinizing his face for signs of distress; when she doesn't seem to find any, she relaxes incrementally, drawing him back into her arms. "...I'm just glad it's sunny out."

Kon huffs out a laugh. "Yeah," he says. "Me too."

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[neko-naruto]

Three Weed Smoking Girlfriends

Summary: Kylie doesn't smoke, her best friends do, things get intimate faster than she could imagine.

Warnings: Smoking, check ao3 port for full tags

Authors Note: I was fucking wracking my brain for all the right words and terms but I was coming up short and my dignity would not allow me to ask the local grower (my father) for help. this time we have stylenny, which uh, was unplanned, but now we have three weed smoking girlfriends which is actually an amazing unexpected turn of events.

"Want a hit?" Stacy asked, holding out the lit embers to Kylie.

"I'll pass on becoming part of the worlds worst blunt rotation," Kylie answered with a laugh on her voice as she glanced over her friends.

Wendyl pouted, "What? You really think this is the worlds worst rotation?"

Kylie nodded, "You, Stacy, Kelsey, and Claire? Yeah, that is the worlds worst blunt rotation."

"Don't be so cruel Kylie," Kelsey said as she slumped back against the redhead.

"Yeah, don't be so cruel," Claire chimed in with as she ran a hand through choppy black locks atop her head.

Wendyl took hold of the cigarette, "I learned a cool trick."

"Smoke rings?" Kylie asked.

Wendyl nodded as he took a hit before exhaling in rings of smoke, he only got a few. He held out the smoldering embers to Kelsey who gladly took it.

"Stacy you gotta get some better shit," Kelsey said with a bit of a laugh.

"It's all the leftovers from moms trimming, take it or leave it," Stacy said as she watched her partner in crime exhale a gray haze.

"The flavors clash, too much citrus," Kelsey said, Claire nodded along as Kelsey idled with the lit end. Pressing her finger to it until it stung just a bit, she'd handled worse.

"Well sorry that she won't let me buy any from her shop," Stacy complained.

"Get good and steal some," Kylie said as she ran her hands through Kelseys hair, carding fingers between blonde locks. Kelsey leaned back into her, a pleased and syrupy sweet smile on her face.

Stacy gave a groan, "My mom would kill me if she caught me stealing the stuff she sells."

"It'd be hilarious," Wendyl said with a light laugh bereft of malicious intent.

"So fucking funny," Kelsey said.

"It would not be funny," Stacy said.

"It would be hilarious," Kylie countered with.

-/-/-/-

"It's just a bit of smoke," Stacy urged as she tapped the cigarette in her hands, a haze of almost blue smoke escaping with her words.

Kylie just looked intimidated.

"It doesn't hurt," Stacy said with a sigh as she slumped back further against the chair she sat in, toque discarded. She ran a hand through her hair, deep black locks water-falling over her shoulders.

"I know," Kylie said quietly.

"Then how come you always pussy out of a quick high?" Stacy asked as Kylie walked over and sat down next to her. She nuzzled up next to Kylie, holding the lit end of her cigarette to the side.

Kylie pauses, "Government weed is fucking dogshit honestly."

"You've smoked before?!" Stacy exclaimed, Kylie nodded.

"Oh yeah, it was not pleasant," Kylie said, "They cracked open a box of cigs and said 'take a hit?' and I did, and I'm pretty sure I bruised something with how much I was coughing. It was terrible," She took a deep breath, the haze of the room just the way it always is.

"Damn bro," Stacy said, she paused, staring up at the ceiling fan, "Wanna try again?"

"Nope," Kylie said, "I will sit here with you when you're getting high as shit."

There's a hum of amusement, "Thanks girl."

-/-/-/-

"Kelsey I'm going to fucking cry," Stacy got out as she reached into her pocket, pulling out some rolling papers.

Kelsey just hummed, "What is it this time Stace?"

"Kylie doesn't smoke," Stacy said, hastily spreading a thin sheet of paper.

"Obviously," Kelsey said, grabbing her pair of scissors and a small clump before snipping it even smaller.

"And she thinks we fucking buy our shit- which we don't- and she bruised a rib coughing last time she tried," Stacy said, using the back of her fingernail to press the green into a line before rolling it up. She licked a stripe along the exposed edge before sealing it up and handed it to Kelsey. The McCormick pulled out her lighter and lit the end of the cigarette, "She's never gonna smoke with us Kelsey."

Kelsey shrugged as she handed the smoke to Stacy who took a drag far too fast, sputtering a bit as she coughed. The blonde watched her partner in crime, "And?"

"God, Kelsey that is the one thing I wanted to do with her," Stacy said, bringing a hand to tussle through dark strands of hair. She gave a long sigh, "I've been waiting and offering for so long and she doesn't smoke."

"What about shotgunning?" Kelsey offered as she took Stacys hand, stalling her motions to let the idea sink into her head. She simply glanced over to Kelsey and stared.

"Fucking what?" Stacy asked as Kelsey took a hold of a cigarette.

"I could show you but it's pretty gay," Kelsey said, "Just hold still for me and breath, like CPR."

"Like CPR?" Stacy asked as Kelsey took a drag, she rested a hand on Stacy's cheek and tilted her until they were locked in eye contact. She pulled her into a kiss and exhaled, Stacy inhaled, the contact was brief and the smoke easily exchanged. When Kelsey pulled away there was a swiftly diffusing haze of gray between them.

"That, is shotgunning," Kelsey said, hand comfortably atop Stacys cheek.

Stacy spoke next, haze spilling out as she spoke, "Wow."

"Just offer to do that with Kylie, your moms got some of those fancy plants that don't have nicotine right?" Kelsey asked, releasing her grasp on Stacy's face and dropping a knee while hitching the other.

"Yeah, we got two," Stacy said.

"Use that, tell her it won't induce a high- I'm sure she'll be down to do it with you," Kelsey said. She smiled a bit, "I might even tag along.

"That would be so much fun," Stacy said with a bit of a laugh, she drew out the 'o' as she spoke.

-/-/-/-

"What the fuck did you do to the weed?" Kylie asked as she took another deep inhale of the haze, it smelt different.

Stacy gave a lazy grin, "Special strain, less citrus tones."

"A new one?" Kylie asked, Kelsey nodded.

"Brand new, sprouted it myself, Stace did most of the work to actually prune and grow it," Kelsey said, slung over the back of the couch. She dropped a hand to run through Kylies hair, the redhead comfortably against the armrest, one leg hanging over the edge. Stacy was resting comfortably in Kylies lap, back to her front and head resting at her sternum.

"I didn't you gardened Kelsey," Kylie said as she rested her hands at Stacy's abdomen.

"I don't, Stacy just needed somewhere to put her seeds and said I could grow one or two," Kelsey said with a laugh.

Stacy gives a sigh, "So you know how you don't smoke Kylie?"

Kylie nodded, "Yep."

"I was wondering if you'd want to try out shotgunning?" Stacy asked as she pushed herself off of Kylies form, the redhead quirked a brow.

"So long as I'm not putting a cigarette in my mouth we're good," Kylie said, she lifted her leg to the couch and shifted in spot. She watched as Stacy hesitantly move to face her, her hand shook a bit.

"Cool, cool," Stacy said, "You just gotta breath and it'll work."

Kylie nodded, watching with as Stacy brought a hand to her face, hand sliding down to the back of her neck. There's a chill rolling through her as painted nails tap along her spine. With her free hand Stacy takes a heady hit, then she's pulling Kylie into a kiss. It's short, and the flavor of the smoke instantly assaults Kylie, but she breaths like she was told. She breaths deep and holds it until Stacy backs away before trying to exhale it without coughing much.

Kelsey gives a hum as she runs a hand through a mess of red curls, she revels in the relief Stacy is wearing and the shock on Kylies face, "Enjoy it?"

Kylie nods, "Oh yeah."

"Cool, don't think that Stacy gets to hog the fun though," Kelsey said, a smirk growing on her face as Kyle turned to face her. She raises her cigarette, lit end burning like amber, "My turn."

Kylie does nothing to stop her friend, melts into the slight pull as she takes a hit. She easily reciprocates, inhaling every wisp of smoke in the delayed exhale. A haze rests around them in the brief moments that Kelsey pulls back, bluish gray smoke spilling from parted lips and Kylie can't believe she's chasing the feeling. She can't believe she's chasing the contact that Kelsey is so willingly doling out, hands on her face and in her hair.

"How about that?" Kelsey asked when she finally pulled away for good and Kylie looks just a bit zoned out, "There's no nicotine, don't worry."

Kylie still can't make her words work, especially not with Stacy's hands coming back to her form. Sliding along her waist where her shirt rode up only a bit, she slung herself atop the red head, "Fun?"

Kylie nodded, she brings her arms to rest over Stacys shoulders, hands on her back.

Kelsey is grinning a Cheshire grin from her perch atop the couch, smoke almost at her lips once more, "Wanna do it again?"

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🫡 with gusto! let's hurt ourselves with helix bc the prologue really popped off actually

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None of the sticky-outie bits on a turian were attached to the skeleton, and even if they were, all of his sure as hell weren’t anymore. In a fight with just biotics, the trained spec-ops bastard would have won. She hadn’t been taught by anything more substantial than a few shoddy extranet videos she watched in secret. Her amp was barely functional, much less combat-ready.

Maybe the Alliance was scared of the rabid animal too.

She caught sight of her reflection in a dark store window, hunched over and heaving, mouth and hands dripping blue as the mutilated remains of what was once a person only in physical form twitched and gurgled at her feet. Maybe they were right to be.

“Jesus Christ, Janey,” came a wheezy laugh behind her. “My pops woulda loved your ass on Shanxi.” Jerry had already struggled himself free by the time Jane made it to his side; she had to catch him as he stumbled away from the wall.

She hacked up a wad of blue blood and phlegm over her opposite shoulder. “That one just looked like a regular blade,” she remarked. The manic wobble in her voice betrayed her confidence. “Just gotta get you gelled up, you’ll be alright.” The further they got, however, Jerry’s weight kept increasing as he leaned on her more for support, and with how much she’d used her biotics and moved around in general without eating, she didn’t think she could make it all the way back to her brother.

“Janey, I gotta… gotta sit down,” Jerry rasped. He gave her no choice in the matter, sliding off her shoulder to drop heavily onto a bench. “Just go on ahead, I’ll read a magazine or something.”

She shook her head. “Nobody left behind, Smith.”

“Don’t you go backtracking on me now, Miss N5.” His weak smile was interrupted by a coughing fit. They both ignored how the bloody saliva didn’t even make it halfway down his chin before it congealed. “That Icarus-Texas shit hurts like a bitch.”

Because it’s thickening your blood in your veins, her brain helpfully replied. She closed her mouth tighter so the echo wouldn’t make it out. “I’ll get Cohen, steal one of those electric carts—”

“You know that’s not gonna do anything, Janey.”

She did. It didn’t mean she didn’t want to be ignorant of the fact. To let herself be foolishly optimistic. “We’ll come back for you.”

“You better,” he chuffed. “Don’t let ‘em put me in those stuffy-ass blues.”

Jane pretended to clean the blood from her face with her sleeve and coughed to hide her sniffle. Alliance Marines didn’t cry. N5s didn’t cry. The leader of the Tenth Street Reds didn’t cry. But she’d be the only witness left alive, right? Jane Shepard could cry. Just a little. She’d earned it. She slumped onto the bench next to him and leaned over until she could rest her head on his shoulder. “I’m sorry,” she said softly.

“For what?” He sounded tired.

She shrugged. “Everything. Being a dick. Snubbing all of you. Cutting myself off.” A bitter laugh built under her breath. “You know I really thought about going to that stupid dance?”

The weight of Jerry’s cheek settled on top of her head. His scruff tugged at her roots with his smile. “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” she snorted. When he dropped his Firestorm in her lap, she didn’t push it away. “I couldn’t find a dress that made my arms look pretty. Didn’t wanna make you the talk of the town for the wrong reason.”

“Shit, Jane, you’d be pretty in a trash bag.” Jerry nudged her with his shoulder and nearly slipped off the bench. “I’d a’ still tapped it.”

Jane couldn’t stop the ugly, wet sputter of laughter, but the gentle motion of Jerry’s growing smile could. Had the circumstances been different, she might have called him a pig. It didn’t feel right. Instead, she sat up and held his face steady to kiss him. Just once. Quick, chaste, one last attempt to wrap up his affairs so he wouldn’t be stuck here forever. His cheeks were clammy under her palms. “I’m sorry,” she repeated.

“Give ‘em hell, Janey.”

He was gone before she could fully ease him onto the bench. She was gone before his body could cool further than she could pretend he was just resting while she went to get help.

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They had made it half the short trek to the attached resort when a rush of cold smacked the back of John’s head and sent him sprawling. The bright, breathless laugh gave away the culprit before he even got up to look, but when it turned into a sputter, he panicked, worried that would be it, that they had moved too fast —

Jane launched a retaliatory snowball at Jerry, causing him to miss his next throw and hit Ahmed square in the chest. Ahmed froze. In the alpine forest behind them, a tree branch cracked under the weight of perpetual winter. The entire group whirled on it out of Alliance-honed instincts, then, upon realizing the source, laughed it off and turned back to Ahmed just as he crumpled into the red snow at his feet.

Somewhere in the distance, John heard a muffled shout about snipers. Hands jostled his shoulders, shoved at him, urged him to move. He was vaguely aware he’d told Ahmed to get moving, get to cover, but Ahmed remained frozen, eyes dulling slowly as the life leeched out of him into the steaming slush. He didn’t reach for his backpack, so John grabbed it for him. He could run faster unencumbered. Something solid — a pistol, still warm from its last shot — was pressed into his hands, his finger manipulated over the trigger. Frozen vengeance, blood-red and hungry for more, rose up from the ground and rushed past to crash over another poor soul. Heat splashed onto his face, stinging like bacon grease in the cold.

“Move your ass, John!” Jane barked, a knife still buried in the throat of a flickering ghost —

No. A man. Armored, armed, bearing a tactical cloak and an unknown crest on his pauldron. But Elysium was safe from pirates. It had orbital defense. It had armed guards at the spaceport. They’d only gotten through security with weapons at all because they had prior clearance.

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Embodiment of love

@pchberrytea tagged me!! And then my partner had to help me take it because I couldn't figure out how to do it well??? Its fun and cool they just do uquiz better.

I tag @maxiseden since I think this would be fun for your blorbos and @plasma-packin-mama cuz I love Delilah & Arcade and would love to see what they get!! And! Copying Tea here, if you want an excuse to be tagged for this then CONGRATS. It's you. You've been tagged. You're it.

Also, I guess some spoilers for pairings for my characters...?

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Without further ado:

Amy/Butch

[ love is beautiful because it's built deliberately ] when casey mcquinston wrote "that's the choice. i love him, with all that, because of all that, on purpose. i love him on purpose" and when jenny slate tweeted "i just want someone to grab my little face and scream on purpose, on purpose i am going to care about you" and when jodi picoult wrote "after fifteen years, love isn't just a feeling. it's a choice" and when the good place said "if soulmates do exist, they're not found they're made"

Man this one HURTS. It hurts in the long term, and it hurts in the short term. They communicate terribly, they understand each other better than most people understand them, they argue a lot and also are the bestest friend the other has ever had. I've said this for a while, but if things had panned out differently these two would've been best friends all the way back in the vault. And this invokes all that for me, but also. In context of where they end up by the end of the story... It hurts so so so bad. They never stop choosing each other even long long after.

They're always touching each other, holding each other, putting their hands on the other. A punch, a hug, holding each other's face. Hands holding, Butch arm around Amy's shoulder, Amy always ready and willing to hold Butch when he needs it. The world is shitty, but they're together.

Sunshine/Half Pint

[ devotion: love, loyalty, or enthusiasm for a person, activity, or cause ] when ruth said to naomi "where you go, i will go, and where you stay, i will stay. your people will be my people, and your God my God" and when hozier sang "i'll be the dreadful need from the devotee that drove [orpheus] underground" and when deathcab for cutie sang "if there's no one beside you when your soul embarks, i will follow you into the dark"

So if Butch/Amy hollowed me out, this one knocks me in the teeth and guts me. YES. YES. THIS IS THEM. These courier dorks will follow each other to the very ends of earth, to hell and back again, will be by each other's side till the very end and beyond. They die by each other's side. Literally. It doesn't matter what happens this two are soulmates eternally devoted to each other.

They are "I love you in this life and when I'm someone else entirely" and "I love you when you burn down the world", "I love you when you're a monster", "we're monsters together".

Leo/MacCready/Hancock

[ love as gentleness after a lifetime of cruelty ] when ocean vuong said "sometimes being offered tenderness feels like the very proof that you've been ruined" and when pablo neruda said "like a jar you housed the infinite tenderness and the infinite oblivion shattered you like a jar" and when anais mitchell wrote "all i've ever known is how to hold my own, and now i wanna hold you, too”

crying, actually crying

This is the boys. This is the boys all the way. They're all so fucked up and hurt and love each other so much, and yeah they're TENDER. When I think of Leo/Hancock it's such gentle touches and adoring looks and holding each other gently. It's softly spoken words. It's staring into each others eyes. Mac/Leo is sharing the weight of a trauma, it's defending the other to the other, it's giggles and warmth by the fire as they help the other unwind. Hancock/Mac is camaraderie. It's being debaucherous fools who wind up holding each other. It's having their arms wrapped around each other and laughing.

Hopefully there will be a pt.2 with more members of the quartet (Sunshine/Half Pint/Deacon/Danse) (ik ik ik trust me it WILL work even if I forget why sometimes) (we've gone to crackship hell and we WILL radicalize Danse). Maybe for Mae/Takeshi? Maybe for Mae and someone else? A lot maybes.

[noodlenibblescribble]

Prison of Plastic Thoughts on Molly, Giovanni and Especially Lorelai (Spoilers)

I finally finished Epither Erased: Prison of Plastic yesterday and oh my freaking god omf I cant get my blorbos out of my head.

The way this series said the system failed Molly, that trusted adults failed Molly, that even her friends who love her and see her suffering first hand can't help her in a way that really matters. Fuck it broke my heart. Hearing Navan's thoughts about being unable to just. Take her away because *he's a pillar to his community* hurt because he's a good guy. He's shown to be an amazingly thoughtful and caring man but classes and occasional money is not enough to save Molly. She needed a wrecking ball and I'm so happy Giovanni didn't even need to be asked. He was already planning on taking her. He just saw a girl in need and he gave zero shits to laws or future ramifications, he was going to help her come highwater and hell.

Epithet Erased is so amazing and means so much to me. A kid forced to grow up gets to be a kid again. Not by any concentional methods but it doesnt matter because she's free now and with people that will actually care for her.

That was amazing.

.......

But as much as I loved the book, I have gripes with Lorelai's part of the story.. I don't feel a sibling relationship as volatile as this was done enough.... justice?

I don't wanna get personal but there's a reason sibling relationships get to me the most out of any other familial one. I was so excited to cry over Molly and Lorelai, and I did! But it definitely felt like their interactions, the progression of their fights and their thoughts on one another could've been polished better. To me, it never felt like Molly got to actually communicate her problems with Lorelai properly. She either apologized or suddenly lashed out, which I understand, emotions run high, but because she never got through to Lori-

Lorelai does not feel like she learned a proper lesson at all. Her takeaway from the whole ordeal being 'I can stand to lose a bit' coming from *playing* a villain and picturing herself playing with Molly as one instead of what it should've been, her recognizing that she really put too much on Molly's shoulders makes her arc (in this part of her story atleast. Since there was no resolution between the sisters, I HOPE we are getting that in tbe future) frustrating.

I also feel like, if one of the main points of congression against Lorelai's powers was gonna be that she can hurt people (to the point where she freaks out about so much a d even WISHES SHE NEVER HAD THEM, THAT CAME OUT OF NOWHERE. UP UNTIL THEN ALL WE SAW WAS HER ENJOYING AND ABUSING HER POWERS EVEN IF SHE WAS LONELY), we could've had most instances of them actually doing something to people in the past other than just her potentially having set the hojse on fire. I thought the story was setting up her loneliness and departure from her school friends as maybe after losing her mom, she became overwhelmed and actually hurt one of them while having a meltdown. It would've solidified to her that maybe she SHOULD be alone, and given her more standing in her mind to freak out about actually hurting people while in this book, not just because she POTENTIALLY killed her mom but because, like Navan said, she already had confirmation of what she COULD DO with another incident.

And on that note, maybe a sprinkle of having Lorelai flinch and be scared of hurting Vincent Murder only to have him insist he's a gargoyle he can't be hurt(!) could've been another cute point to her crush on him. (Not that I'm a big fan of that potential relationship, but hey, if there's a focus on that, then you gotta milk it through the book).

On the subject of Gio/Vincent, I feel like he went too easy on her after the 'revelation' of what she's been doing to Beartrap on the side while hanging with him. He just breezed through it and was still joking with her during the fight. I didn't expect him to be a complete shift in personality and to cut ties with her, but maybe a bit 'tougher love' would've been good to see. I was waiting to see a more serious side to him as a protector of Molly, but he instead of keept it lighthearted and it didn't feel right. Theirs wasn't a matter of just petty sibling squabbles, Lorelai was a big contributor to the pain and stress Molly felt daily.

Brushing it aside felt so. Bad. For a story that does so well with showing how people fail and the consequences of it, they really softened Lorelai's in the end. She is still with the mindset of a child playing a game. It disappointed me ^^"

But uh, anyways. Sorry for the sudden negativity. It's honestly the only major thing I had a problem with. I love Epithet Erased so much, I guess I may have expected too much out of the sibling side of the story. I still heavily enjoy the rest of the cast and their relationships (other than Giovanni and Lorelai because I think he could be a little harder on her. Again, not a lot! I just think that as the person she likes and actually wants to listen to, she'd learn more from him.) But ah well.

[dahliasanddimples]

Maybe you stopped trying bc coincidentally there were these little things that made it look like I was cheating on you? I remember one day you came over and all my clothes were everywhere in the living room. My bra was on my shelf my clothes were here my bottoms were there. But truthfully it was just summer and I was hot and I just started taking my clothes off everywhere and I slept downstairs. And maybe you made that comment not even comment argument or at least a big deal about my bean bag bed and now I understand why you thought that maybe I was cheating. But I wasn’t. I was never unfaithful to you. Ever. But there’s these little things that happened to where I could see why you would think that. I wish you would’ve just said something so we could’ve cleared it up. If you were thinking that I don’t even wanna know what you were doing behind my back. I don’t even wanna know if you did anything unfaithful behind my back. I never suspected it tho and I never felt that you were unfaithful. But I do feel that between then and now that’s what contributed to our downfall.

Like we would spend hours on the phone actually talking, actually getting to know each other. Omg I’m gonna cry lol it was such good memories like maybe I’m gonna cry bc I’m on my period but :( we really spent an hour two hours maybe even THREE hours on the phone cupcaking like getting to know each other talking about or exes our past what we like what we don’t like it was SO cute. We were so cute. We were so cute. I would throw peanut M&Ms in your mouth and we would laugh. We were so cute you were so good to me. I would bring up something and you would nip it in the bud. We would work it out.

Maybe it was bc I was self sabotaging and I would tell you I wanted to end it to focus on me. We had that conversation twice and you told me if I bring it up again then it’s serious. But it wasn’t for any other reason than me being scared of being hurt. Me going through so much things in my life at that moment. It wasn’t you, it was me. And I made sure not to bring it up again. But even then I knew this wasn’t gonna last and even then I wanted to break up. I knew you weren’t good for me but I liked you so much and maybe I wanted to end it bc I was scared of being hurt.

And maybe we didn’t talk or conversate like we used to bc you thought I was being unfaithful. I remember realizing we stopped talking when we out for brunch you were wearing a 76 shirt but for the city. I remember looking at you and us not talking. I felt a disconnect. It wasn’t awkward silence it was just silence. A part of me wants to reach out to you and let you know that I was never unfaithful to you and for some reason idk why it ended but i feel like it’s one of the reasons it got to where it was. I wanna reach out but it’s to the point where we don’t communicate like we used to. It’s a one sided communication.

Another part I feel like contributed to why we stopped talking was because of yes money issues. Especially during the holidays. What happened? Especially after you met my friends. Yes they’re all well off but why not step it up? I never felt like you cheated me, maybe once but I can’t even imagine.

What happened? Like what actually happened. I knew I didn’t just like you for no reason. I know I didn’t like you for no fucking reason. I cut you off before why would I stay for no reason? You treated me so good. Our communication was so good. We had actual conversations. I feel like you started feeling less and less of a man from the little things that were happening to what you thought was happening. It’s the two top things that make a man a man, money and their women and I felt that I made you feel less of a man bc I made more money and I was better off than you that and bc there were little things that made you feel that way. Even towards the end I could see it. Looking over my shoulders and I could feel it. In the way I say things I can’t talk about my past with you anymore it hurts you. I thought we were on the same level. Every time we argued I was looking for comfort but I got met with strong emotions. Like no you’re wrong and I’m right. What happened to being cute? What happened to you comforting me. The more I think about it maybe it was a subconscious power thing. Bc if a man is sure of himself why does he need to be right? If a man knows he’s right and his girl is wrong why not just let it go? That’s what you used to do and now that I think about it it was like you trying to get some sort of power back. Maybe I could’ve helped and made you feel like a man but what would have that taken? If you felt insecure what could I have done? Make less money? Showed you my phone? Towards the end it started getting weird we started arguing more you stopped saying sorry we stopped communicating. I fucking miss you, the old you. If I’m crying over you, which I am right now, it’s for the old you that treated me right. I’m sorry if I ever made you feel less of a man but how would I have known if it wasn’t said? I was never unfaithful to you and if it was a money thing I will never change that about me bc then it’s a personal issue. Actually all of this is a personal issue. Ughh we were so fucking cute. We used to cupcake on the phone we used to communicate our feelings. And that’s what I woke up realizing. That you were once good to me. I woke up just thinking about that bc it was so cute. I woke up remembering how I felt when I first met you. Literal butterflies in my stomach every time you would text me. Every time I saw your name. How excited I was just to see your name pop up. How excited I was how I had to think of my replies how I had to time them. And then it stopped. Even when we got serious I was still excited to see your name. It stopped and for whatever reasons underlying or not it stopped. We stopped being cute. You stopped trying.

And maybe it’s bc I’m on my period but I miss you again, the old you. I was so good yesterday and now I’m sad again and I’m crying as I type and I feel it in my stomach again. But it’s a different type of feeling in my stomach. At first it was pain from missing you so much and now it’s this emptiness. Before it was a miss you like I was missing something and now it’s this longing. Longing of the past, yearning for what we used to have. These tears aren’t sadness of missing you its sadness of what we used to be how you used to treat me. It’s a different type of sadness. It’s a longing. It’s not bc I’m hurt it’s bc I miss you the old you. It’s weird bc I used to want to just be held by you and hold you bc I was hurt bc it ended but this one is just… it’s sadness not just for the end of the relationship but for the entirety. I’ve never taken it all in. I was caught up only in the end of the relationship and I forgot about all the good. I was so mad that all I could see was the bad and how bad you were but I woke up this morning just missing the old you. The way you used to talk me, the way you used to treat me. But I can’t make you do that anymore. Our relationship is tainted.

Please give me the strength to one stop thinking about you and the old us and two to not reach out to you and say anything. Anything. Anything. I don’t wanna open that door up I don’t wanna think about it anymore I just don’t. Ugh now I’m mad bc I can’t stop crying bc I miss you so much. To say I never loved you would be a lie. I fell in love with you and I’ll never forget the day I felt it just gradual, organic, I’ll never forget just looking at you and feeling it and just wanting to say it and the timing of it all. Even in my dream last night I wanted to be held by you in comfort. Ugh great. It’s like starting at day 1 again

Day 10 but without the zero at the end.

[drabbles-mc]

Shut upppppp omg I can't believe that I'm lucky enough to be able to read more of these two. Tati my beloved. 🥰

"She shouldn’t have left without a coat, shouldn’t have abandoned the Jeep three miles down the road. She shouldn’t be doing any of this at all." Oh this is already so fucking delicious. The tenshunnnnn!!! Eating it whole.

"He’s half dressed: jeans, a-tank, handgun." so sexy sksksksk 👀👀👀

he HESITATES????? Angel Ignacio. How dare. Gonna have words with him about it later stg

"He locks the door behind her, leaves the gun on the side table. ‘You couldn’t call or something?’" Okay okay I know that they're exes and all but fuck does this really. I feel a type of way about this. I wanna shake him by his big dumb shoulders.

"Angel walks past as she explains, then bends to hook the throw with his fingers and bring it up from the floor. Not to put it back on the couch, she realises, but to put it over her shoulders instead." hmmmm okay perhaps. perhaps i forgive him 😂

‘So? None of anything we��ve seen this week has been fair.’ Damn. Angel Reyes coming in with the powerful insight. So sexy of him. I like this. Still giving him a tiny bit of side-eye and not getting my hopes up too high but I really. I love this line from him. Good, wholesome, organic food.

"Not exactly true, though, is it? Because EZ started the shit with Yuma, but she can’t say that to him now." SKSKSK say it, Tati. Stir the fuckin' pot 😂

"she doesn’t mind helping. It’s the only thing that brings them together anymore." oh fuck offfff MJ this is so sad I'm gonna fucking cry 😭😭😭😭 I wanna know what happened. I need a whole prequel. I need a russian novel about them.

"If you went back a year, this is how it always was. Angel tired, worn through from the day, and Tati awake, just to be awake with him." I'm peeling the skin off my face. I'm losing my mind. I'm screaming, crying, throwing up

‘But why?’ he asks. ‘None of this is new to you.’ God dammit, Angel. There he is. FUcking hell. Just because it isn't NEW doesn't mean that it's GOOD!!!!!!!

Tati is breaking my whole heart. I can feel her feelings and my heart is so heavy for it.

"‘I can’t stop thinking about wasted time,’ she admits." My babyyyyyyyy 😭😭😭 Tati officially gets a turn on the pobrecito expressway after this fic god

‘We’re good.’ / ‘Are we?’ / ‘Are we not?’ YESSSSS. This is that GOOOD SHIT. THis is that shit i LOOOOOOOVE. I can hear it, taste it, feel it. Shorthand that fucking HITS. Chef's kiss babey

"If the worst happens, she doesn’t want to have forfeited her right to mourn." Why does this feel like a shot to the gut?? This hurts me. I'm weeping.

‘You know, for once, Pidge, I actually think you should keep talking.’ God the way you set up this line and the delivery. It's like I'm there. I'm staring through his living room window watching this all go down sksksk

‘You think I have time to get another girl while you’re still all up in my shit?’ He's an asshole but godddd I love him so much. Just as much a relationship as it was before. Fuck me up. I'm consuming them whole.

‘Gonna make me fucking depressed, watching you cry and shit.’ No literally MJ I'm just gonna quote all fo your fucking dialogue for Angel because I can HEAR that motherfucker like he is IN MY BRAIN!!!! I'm thrashing around. I love them so fucking much it physically pains me

ahem. can you. can you hear me??? form all the way on the other side of the pond??? can you hear the way I'm sobbing and screaming and throwing my self around on the floor like the little creature that you've turned me into????

you've sublet my brain to these two. I'm not upset about it but i WILL be crying about it for the foreseeable future. thank you for your time.

for brothers, pt. 3

angel reyes x oc: tatiana ‘pidge’ clarke, hurt/comfort, 2358 words

for day 10 of whumpril : shivers & ‘i’m scared’

a/n: omg i knOW i know. i know i said the last one was just an extra scene/epilogue but now theres another part and kjSHFgj`hfg its fine. its fine. the fic is sentient. thanku to @cositapreciosa for prompting this

tagging: @drabbles-mc @hausofmamadas @darqchilddaydreamz​

Tati’s shaking when she finally finds the courage to knock, stood on Angel’s doorstep at God know’s what time. Not from fear, but from the cold that’s sunk itself beneath her skin, gripped the bones like a vice. She shouldn’t have left without a coat, shouldn’t have abandoned the Jeep three miles down the road. She shouldn’t be doing any of this at all.

He takes a minute to answer. She stares at the chipped paint in front of her, hearing him shuffle behind, before light finally tips out into the night. He’s got the door open just enough to see who it is, and his arm’s tucked back behind his shoulder, gun in hand. She knows to expect it.

‘Woah. Shit, Tati.’ He swings the door open, stepping in front of it. He’s half dressed: jeans, a-tank, handgun. ‘You okay?’

‘No, not really,’ she answers, not bothering with pretences. He’s knows her well enough to know she’s not from looks alone. Her teeth are chattering between the words. ‘Can I come in?’

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[bloodiedlamb]

📂 . 𝗼𝗵, 𝗵𝗼𝘄 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗿𝗲𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗱 𝗺𝗲

⸺˚⁎⁺˳・ in a town where being a freak isn’t all that pleasant, he relates.

⌗ PAIRING . eddie munson x fem ! reader

⌗ WORD COUNT . 0.5k

⌗ WARNINGS . slut shaming, fuck jason !!, eddie being the sweetest, hurt comfort.

⌗ REQUEST . i’m a sucker for hurt/comfort and can’t get the idea of eddie comforting the reader after being bullied (maybe for their looks or something idk)- i just know he’s such a sweetheart and super protective and love the thought bc he can empathize. — @frankcastlescumslut

⌗ NOTES . this was originally posted on my old account @/saintlessmunson.

the look on your face told him everything, the way your eyes were glued to the floor, your lips pulled together in the tightest of frowns as you tried to stop yourself from crying. he was gonna kill them, whoever it was.

“jesus,” he frowns at your expression, “what happened?”

“it’s nothing, eds,” you sniffle, shaking him off as you brush past him toward his bedroom, “i just wanna sleep.”

“hey,” he calls after you as he follows, watching you tear your jacket and jeans off in a shaken frenzy. “hey, talk to me, c’mon.”

“we should leave,” you finally turn to look at him, eyes glossy and waterline filling by the millisecond. “just pack our shit into the van and take off.”

“yeah, i got no objections,” he huffs a laugh, “but where’s this coming from, baby?”

“i was a loser before i met you, eddie,” your shoulders slump in defeat, “i wasn’t funny or cool or popular, hell i wasn’t even that pretty – i’m still not. i just, i forgot that people still see me that way, y’know?”

“what are you talking about? what people? what happened?” eddie reaches for your hand, cupping it in his own.

“jason,” you shrug, “he’s an asshole.”

“yeah, tell me something i don’t know,” he half-jokes.

“him and his goon squad, they keyed my car,” your gaze drifts to the floor once again as you silently hope that he doesn’t ask the message.

he doesn’t make you say it, sure, but he does dart out of the room with you in tow to see it for himself.

freak’s loser whore.

“i’m gonna kill ‘em,” he grits through his teeth, his jaw set in anger, his fists clenched at his sides. “i’m actually gonna murder them. brutally.”

“it’s not that big of a deal, ed,” you try to brush it off but your throat tightens around your words as you stand on the porch. “it’s nothing, it’s fine. my uncle does body work so he can fix it, it’ll be okay.”

“no, it’s not fucking okay!” eddie spins to look at you, heart splitting in half when he sees the way you try to stay strong in his presence. “i’m so sorry, baby. you don’t deserve this bullshit.” he takes a deep breath before making his way to you, arms immediately wrapping around your figure.

“i’m always gonna be a loser, eddie,” you sniffle, face nuzzled into the comfort of his iron maiden t-shirt. “you’re always gonna be a freak, that’s just the way these small towns work.”

“you’re not a loser,” he shakes his head at you, “not in the bad way, at least,” then he pauses, eyes flashing as he remembers your statement from earlier, “start packing.”

“what?” you half whisper, looking up at him with a raised brow, “you serious?”

“as a heart-attack. we’re getting outta here, baby,” eddie nods in confirmation, “tonight. right now. i got an aunt out in tulsa and she’s got some old fucker for a husband but he’s like rich, and they got a whole second story in their house that they never use. i’ll call her, just go pack.”

“okay,” you smile hopefully at him, “i love you so much, eddie.”

“i love you too,” he kisses you softly before adding, “till the day i die.”

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