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blkkizzat · 1 year ago

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ღ𝐖𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐰𝐨𝐥𝐟!𝐓𝐨𝐣𝐢 ღ

𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟏 𝐨𝐟 𝟐

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kizzatober series: Thrilling Ghouls

Kinktober Prompts: Breeding, Dacryphilia, Aphrodisiac Synopsis: Catching him in a lie, you suspect your boyfriend Toji is cheating on you. Where does he keep disappearing to once a month that keeps him away for often days at a time. You're fed up. You've made up your mind this time to follow him but are you ready for what you discover? CW: AU. Most warnings for P2 really. Slightly dubcon-y. Bully/mean/teasing Toji. Bratty/crazy gf reader. Rough sex. Drug ref. Werewolf transformation but this isn't that furry shit lol. Omegaverse themes I borrow heavily from but I'm not following the rules of it faithfully (I don't even know them myself lol) WC: 4k of 10.4k Lightly black fem coded but no descriptors.

A/N: This one took a bit longer expected as I recently caught a cold, boooo! But I'm realizing even in my fics I intend to be PWPs I still need to set the mood and a plot springs forth lmfao. Plus I had fun actually trying to write a bit of horror in too! I decided to split into 2 parts because of the delay already.

Big shout out to an irl bestie @sairotonin for drawing a sketch of Werewolf!Toji for her inktober for me to use in my gfx. TY sis you a real one!!

Enjoy!

“In the next 500ft, turn left.”

This was going to be the third goddamn left the car navigation told you to take in the last 20 minutes. You were ninety-nine percent sure you had been going in circles and were now lost as shit at night in the middle of nowhere.

You glance at your phone sitting in the dash-caddy.

One measly bar.

The further you traveled, the more the service bars were dwindling as well.

Shit, you had 3 full bars last time you looked.

Opting to keep ahead straight instead of turning, you cross-check your destination via the spy monitoring app you had shamelessly downloaded on your boyfriend Toji’s phone.

Toji’s current location was 45 miles outside of the city and it had been a good 10 miles since you last saw any kind of highway. The area you were in was a mix between nature reserve and private property so not even GPS could pin down the exact directions to his whereabouts.

Sigh.

You had never wanted to be That Girl™.

You know, the ones who would sneak peaks at their boyfriend’s phones, were super insecure about any interaction their man had with the opposite sex and ran down on them while they were out to catch them in the act of cheating.

But you were a woman at the end of her rope.

What else could you do?

For a few days every month Toji would simply disappear.

The various excuses he gave usually centered around his work. You didn’t know exactly what he did, but you knew enough to know most of it was dangerous and wasn’t what good society would consider legal.

Toji had scolded you before for asking too many details.

For your own safety.

He would say with an arrogant smirk.

But even when working you had always been able to get a hold of him after a few hours. It was just this one particular job he would completely drop off the face of the earth for. It annoyed you, sure, but Toij’s work never followed him home so you didn't have complaints.

That is, until you had finally moved-in with him and Megumi.

Truly, you were already like a little family.

Megumi, who had just recently started preschool, had been quick to warm up to you ever since you and Toji first introduced you to him a few months prior to that.

But living together pushed things to a whole other level. Megumi would follow you around like a lost pup and often opted to sit in your lap rather than Toji’s.

Not to mention throw a near fit if you weren’t the one to tuck him in goodnight. (Toji would never admit he was a bit jealous and would only grumble slightly that it was less of a hassle for him if you did it so you should just do it from now on).

You never even realized you had such a mothering instinct, being on the same page as Toji about no more kids, until you looked into those little emerald eyes of Gumi’s and absolutely melted.

You had grown so close that the little boy unknowingly let it slip once while Toji was MIA on that job, that he was glad Daddy went on his daddy breaks once a month so you both could have fun together by yourselves.

You tried to keep your reactions in check for Megumi but that revelation completely shook you.

A “daddy break” didn’t sound much like a work trip to you which spiked your anxiety and caused you to spiral into overthinking.

Did he need a break from you too as well?

You couldn't very well grill a 4-year old and you didn’t have the nerve to just ask Toji straight out.

So you did the only thing you could think of at the time and that was to complain to your good friend Tsukumo over drinks a few days later after Toji returned.

Tsukumo, who always seemed to have the wrong answer for everything, simply told you to do the ��smart’ thing and download a monitoring app on his phone that would log is calls, texts and whereabouts.

You initially balked at her.

Tracking Toji had never crossed your mind.

Outside of this, Toji had never given you a reason to doubt him and you wanted to respect his privacy and trust, especially trust as you knew he didn’t let many people get close to him at all.

True, he wasn’t exactly the most forthcoming man you ever dated. You were well aware he had his many skeletons as well as ex-hookups. But Toji for the most part had been content with his gambling then coming home to you and Megumi.

He wasn’t the type to ‘run the streets with the boys (he had no boys tbh), you had only ever known him to have the occasional drink with Shiu when he wasn’t out gambling.

You had almost refused to do such a thing… That is until Tsukumo posed the question:

What’s more important Y/N– your peace of mind or his trust?

And Y/N, is trust really what’s important here at all if he is in fact already taking advantage of yours?

Touché.

Tsukumo had you there.

“Besides, you think that old dinosaur is even going to notice an extra app on his phone in the first place?”

Tsukumo quipped, throwing back a shot of sake and jiggling the empty container at the bartender for more.

“You just got rid of his old flip phone last year. I’m surprised he can even use a touchscreen without punching a hole through it. Just delete the app once you’ve seen what you needed to see.”

Tsukumo gave you this advice like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

Ignoring her digs at Toji’s age, and maybe it was the 3 bottles of sake the both of you had blown through in the last hour, but you were starting to think she might be onto something.

“Mmm, on second thought, might as well keep it on there. Men like Fushiguro are dogs that need to be kept on tight leashes.”

Tsukumo grinned at you with a wink before turning her attention back to the bartender.

You still didn’t know then if you would actually go through with it.

Nevertheless, here you are now at 11:15 PM at night about to pull up on your boyfriend thanks to Tsukumo’s advice to find out once and for all if Toji was cheating on you.

You had dropped Megumi off at his best friend Yuji’s for the night, thanking Yuji’s parents for watching him and feeling guilty for lying to them that you and Toji had a date night.

Almost there.

You are within 2 miles of arriving at the vicinity of where the monitoring app says Toji is.

However, your anxieties were getting the best of you as you drove in near tears.

You turn up your music louder, the booming bass distracting you from how much darker and creepier it gets the further you drive into the wooded area.

Sighing again, you had no idea how this would turn out but you knew the result would determine whether you would be listening to Positions by Ariana Grande or Playing Games by Summer Walker on repeat during the drive back.

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Barely a half mile later, you see the engine light of your car flash. The pungent odor of burning oil fills the car as a plume of smoke escapes out from under the hood.

Goddamn it, Toji.

“Y/N, make sure to go get ‘er an oil change while I��m gone. Ya got like 15 good miles left on ‘er.” Toji’s voice rang in your mind.

Well the big lunk he was wrong.

You had driven at least 33 miles so far.

You mentally cussed him again.

Toji was the one who was supposed to change your oil, he used your car more than you did. Only opting to use his own blacked out unplated and unlicensed car for jobs like he was on now.

You wouldn’t have even left the house if it wasn’t for his sketchy cheating headass.

Okay, so you hadn’t exactly confirmed that just yet, but you were pissed and until you confirmed otherwise, right now he was a cheater and everything about this situation was his fault.

Pulling over to the side of the dirt road before you caused further damage to your car, you weighed your options.

Option 1: Call AAA

You had zero bars though.

Fuck.

Option 2: Wait here in the safety of the car until morning.

You would still have zero bars and you might miss Toji, making this whole trip fruitless.

If he beat you home in the morning and found you gone with Megumi at Yuji’s with the sad excuse for a 'date night' lie you gave, you would never hear the end of it.

He would taunt you into oblivion that your silly ass drove all the way up here unto the woods for your car to break down cause you were too busy being a psycho bitch to remember to get an oil change.

Option 3: Walk on foot the rest of the way to Toji.

Really the only viable option you had.

It was a good 12 miles or so back to the highway, you didn’t know how many turns you had made since then and you doubt you could make it back on foot anyway. If you were going to walk a few miles to get service again you might as well walk to where Toji was.

Sure if he wasn’t cheating you would still get ridiculed, but at least you could get a ride home.

And if he was cheating, you would hot wire his car (one of the few useful things he did teach you) and that motherfucker and his whore could find their own way home.

Resolving yourself to walk, you put on Toji's hoodie that fortunately was still in the backseat from him last using your car to go to the gym.

You really should have put more thought into planning this before you left. Besides Toji’s oversized worn hoodie that reached your mid-thighs all you were wearing was a thin white shirt and black spandex shorts.

You didn’t even have sneakers or boots, as you looked down at your fuzzy black slippers you mostly only wore outside to run short errands like dropping off Megumi at preschool or picking up groceries.

Thankfully, you did have a small flashlight in the glove compartment though in case of emergencies like this.

Flashlight in tow, you step outside of your stalled car and immediately suck in a worried breath as the weight of the chilly night settles over you like a heavy cloak.

You only have a mile and a half trek but the dirt road that stretches out before you looks endless as it disappears into the obscurity of the thick shroud of fog surrounding you.

The flashlight doesn’t do much to cut through the intense density of condensation. You had only made it a mere 20 feet from your car but you can just barely make out its faint outline.

Swallowing, you put on your bravest face and fix your gaze forward.

The reflections of your flashlight casts shifty patterns on the mist in your peripheral vision and you do your best to ignore the chill that creeps up your shoulders.

“Fuck you, Toji.”

You mumble half-heartedly, pulling the hood over head.

You didn’t really mean it though. Would-be-cheater or not more than anything you wished he was here with you now.

You were freezing, tired and all you could think about was how warm and safe you would feel in Toji’s arms. Even if you were mad at him.

You pick up the pace, wanting to get to him sooner.

Almost more unnerving than the fog itself, the forest around you is as quiet as a grave.

There are no chirps of crickets, nor hoots of owls.

Not even in the crisp cold of fall does the wind rustle through the trees, everything is silent.

The haunting nature around you seems to hold its breath as if it knows you're an unwelcome intruder who has trespassed too far.

You don’t dare peer into the trees which look taller in the darkness, closing in tightly on the dirt road. They are ghastly silhouettes of their former selves blocking any moonlight to help guide your way.

You shiver as you feel as if you are being watched from a distance.

The only noise you hear is the soft crunching of rocks and leaves beneath your feet with every unsure step you take forward.

You can’t help but feel an overwhelming sense of dread as a stray tear runs down your cheek.

You couldn’t get to Toji soon enough.

Though you still didn’t have any service the GPS updated as much as it could in roaming, you were so close.

As you continue forward a shadow on the path catches your eye in the foggy distance.

Your heart quickens as you inch closer, your anticipation mingling with fear.

Shapes soon begin to take form and the harsh reality dawns upon you.

A pack of wolves.

Their shadowy figures coalesce before you through the fog as they take stock of you.

You start to feel queasy as you see their red-stained muzzles dripping with the blood of their latest kill. The grotesque carcass of a deer practically stripped to the bone lay lifeless under their enormous paws.

Their eyes, fierce and predatory, meet yours with a chilling intensity as the feeble beam of your flashlight washes over them. The deer, although large, you know is not enough to quell hunger from beasts of their size.

With a shaky breath you slowly retreat, not wanting to further agitate their already aggravated predatory senses.

Then you hear it.

From what seems to be the darkest reaches of the night, a sound reverberates from the trees, through the forest and beyond that's unlike anything you've ever heard before.

The howl that tears through the stillness is so chilling you instantly feel the lamentation that carries the weight of centuries of primal power down in the very marrow of your bones.

Even the wolves snap their heads to attention and bow their heads as if the sound announced the presence of a creature much higher on the food chain... something more ancient and malevolent…

...something terrifyingly unhuman.

The body racking shiver you experience is so intense it has you sprinting at full speed before your mind, frozen from fear, can even process you are moving.

You burst through the dense trees, leaving the road as your heart pounds like a drum in your chest and tears stream freely down your cheeks to soak the edge of Toji’s sweatshirt.

The tangled underbrush of the forest whips the soft skin of your legs and the forest itself seems to conspire against you as you navigate the obstacle course of branches, logs and large rocks all seemingly with a mission to slow you down.

You can hear the chilling howls of the wolves you saw on the road call out behind you, giving chase.

The sounds of their footfalls grow closer with every passing second.

Terrifying as they are, they hold no candle against the howl that sent you running and your body continues to propel you forward.

Panic frazzles your senses and you make the tragic error of trying to steal a glance back behind you before directly colliding with a large cedar.

Groaning from the impact you reel as you try to gather yourself, clinging to the tree for support.

You hear a twig snap behind you and you whirl around as you are faced with a largest gray wolf out of the pack who had been chasing you.

The alpha wolf’s teeth glint menacingly as their breath escapes in visible puffs in the frigid night air.

Too late to try to make a run for it again, you whimper as you resign yourself to your fate. You slid down the large tree to bury your face in your knees.

Was this it?

Was this how you died?

You weren’t even able to see Toji after coming all this way.

You also wanted to be able to hug Megumi one last time and maybe knock the daylights out of Tsukumo for her horrible ass idea.

But ultimately this was all your fault.

You could be snuggled up with Gumi on the sofa with snacks watching Anpanman but your dumbass had to go galavanting off into the middle of the woods like a fucking lunatic and now you’re about to be eaten by a wolf.

You could feel the wolf’s overbearing presence as it approached you but you couldn’t bear to look up. You’d rather spend your final moments thinking of Toji and Megumi.

Yet despite your impending doom, your head did snap up once you felt a rough tongue gently lick your ankles and curiously sniff at the ends of Toji's hoodie covering your legs.

The wolf was more than intimidating up close as its giant muzzle was the size of your entire head.

However the wolf regarded you cautiously like it almost recognized you before releasing its own chillingly deep howl and promptly running off.

Wait– T-The hell?!

You sat there at the trunk of the tree trying to process the interaction that just took place but you didn’t have much time to ponder as you heard something else approaching you rapidly.

The sound of snapping twigs and heavy, uneven footfalls don’t seem to be that of a wolf, renewing the sensation of dread through your body.

Your heart races in your chest as the ominous sounds of the being looming evermore closer become more pronounced.

From the shadows emerges a monstrous figure.

The fog doesn’t reach this deep into the forest and the moonlight that peeks between the trees glimmers on its enlarged taut muscles.

Its eyes, red, burn like fiery amber.

Fierce and resolute you can see them pierce through the darkness long before you can make out any features of the creature's face.

What you think upon first glance must be a demonic apparition from your worst nightmares ends up being–

Toji?!

As he steps into a beam of moonlight, the transformation before you is complete.

Toji’s once-human and feet hands have become formidable claws with nails like blades, his face remains mostly unchanged with the exception of his mouth which in his snarl reveals rows of gleaming, razor-sharp teeth.

He is still mostly human in appearance but you can tell he stands taller, nearly 8 feet.

The thicker body hair on his forearms bristles with raw power.

He was completely bare save for the tattered jeans barely hanging on his body that had torn from the sheer size of his enormous muscularity in this form.

Each step he takes towards you makes your heart skip a beat yet you stare transfixed, unable to look away and your tears increase.

Was this terrifying otherworldly apparition the boyfriend you had been searching for?

Time stands still in that haunting moment as Toji’s eyes bore into your soul with a predatory intensity.

His hunger and primal instincts radiates off of him like a palpable force.

“T-T-Toji?”

You cautiously inquire through your quiet sobs.

“Y/N?! What the fuck do you think y’er doing out here?”

Toji snarls back at you. His growl seems to cause the very atmosphere to vibrate and the earth beneath you quakes as your body involuntarily quivered with fear.

Toji thought he must have been losing his goddamn mind when he caught onto your scent earlier but here you were like a lost little lamb to the slaughter before him.

He came out onto the woods to be alone, away from civilization and away from you and Megumi during his monthly transformations.

It was safer that way, for all of you.

You had been fortunate the local wolf pack had acknowledged him as their Alpha and recognized his scent on you.

But there were far worse dangers in the forest besides them.

Toji wouldn’t be able to protect you like he was now.

Not with you needing protection from him too.

Protection from him as not only was it a full moon, it was a harvest moon, a mating moon.

The primal urge to rip you apart was only truncated by the more intense carnal urge to mate with you. Toji wanted to claim you as his and fuck you so hard into the girthy cedar behind you the entire tree would topple over by its roots.

He had wanted to claim you as his mate for a while now.

Even moved you in with him and Megumi as the final step but you couldn’t wait for that, could you?

You had managed to track him somehow all the way out here and throw his whole plan into the shitter.

He could barely control himself in this form as it is and now your scent, blubbering cries and the fucking harvest moon were sending him with full force into a fierce rut.

“T-Toji w-what is this!? W-what’s happened to you!? W-what are you doing out here?!”

Worry saturates your voice as you choke out your questions in rapid fire cries not giving him time to even respond.

Toji fights the predatory instinct in him who sees you as his prey and if your gaze wasn’t so focused on trying to read his face for answers you surely would have noticed him fully bricked near bursting out of his worn jeans.

You looked so appetizing.

He needed you.

However, Toji could tell your nerves were completely shot and the slightest twitch of his muscles toward you had you almost jumping out of your skin like a little bunny rabbit.

“Y-Y/N…”

His voice strained itself into a murmur as he attempted to do his best to lull you into some sort of security so he could explain things calmly to you.

Yet the way he was near salivating, drool dripping from his canines as he panted and towered over you did anything but make you feel secure.

You mistook his lust for bloodthirstiness.

“Just calm down. It’s OK.”

Toji needed you to be calm like he needed you to take steadier breaths if he was going to successfully win the tumultuous war he was fighting against his instincts to pounce on you.

There is an oppressive tension between the two of you and he can tell you are also fighting against your fight or flight reflexes.

Good girl.

It would be disastrous if you did something foolish, no telling what might happen then.

But unfortunately for the both of you, your fits of emotion and impulses are what had your crazy ass out here in the first place.

The pressure had officially gotten to you.

Toji’s lies, your car, the woods, the wolves, everything leading up to this point bubbled over because the last thing you wanted to be told right now was to ‘just calm down’.

You snapped.

“Ok? OK?! OKAY?!...TOJI WHAT THE FUCK ABOUT THIS IS O.K. RIGHT NOW!?”

You were practically hysterical as you yelled at him, momentarily forgetting your fears of Toji’s new form.

The trigger of being told to 'calm down' in a situation where you clearly had every right to feel every fucking emotion you wanted won out over everything else.

“MY CAR BROKE DOWN BECAUSE OF YOU DOING GOD KNOWS WHAT WITH WHOEVER THE FUCK OUT HERE, I LITERALLY WAS JUST CHASED BY WOLVES, ALMOST EATEN, AND Y-YOU… Y-YOU-”

A crackling snap came from above you and you realized Toji’s claws had completely ripped a large chunk out of the tree right above your head.

Your tantrum had in turn pushed him over the edge as well.

His irises flared intensely at you as you quivered under his gaze in fear.

He would have you but first, he would play with you a bit.

Things never happened the easy way with you.

Yet, that’s also exactly the way Toji liked it too. That's why he'd put up with you thus far.

A malevolent smirk dons Toji's features as his simple command issues an unsettling tremor running down into the depths of your being.

“Run.”

P2 HERE!

© ʙʟᴋᴋɪᴢᴢᴀᴛ 2023. ᴀʟʟ ʀɪɢʜᴛꜱ ʀᴇꜱᴇʀᴠᴇᴅ. ᴘʟᴇᴀꜱᴇ ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ꜱᴛᴇᴀʟ, ᴛʀᴀɴꜱʟᴀᴛᴇ, ᴄᴏᴘʏ ᴏʀ ᴄʜᴀɴɢᴇ ᴀɴʏ ᴏꜰ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋꜱ. ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪɴᴄʟᴜᴅᴇꜱ ꜰɪᴄꜱ, ᴅʀᴀʙʙʟᴇꜱ, & ɢʀᴀᴘʜɪᴄꜱ. ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴀʀᴇ ᴀʟʟ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ʙʏ ᴍᴇ ᴜɴʟᴇꜱꜱ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀᴡɪꜱᴇ ꜱᴛᴀᴛᴇᴅ. ᴛʜᴀɴᴋ ʏᴏᴜ

A/N: Count on Tsukumo to always given the wrong fuckin’ advice. Lmfao! Or was it the right advice in this case? Hmm we will see what happens next!

Smutty goodness in the next part. This part was just to set the horror mood!

I promise this fic isn't as nearly as long as Ghostface!Choso. It's looking to be about 8k total and I have 3.5k of P2 finished lol.

Reblog if you are both submissive and breedable for Werewolf!Toji, but likes and comments are appreciated all the same!

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feelingbluewrites · 7 months ago

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𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙃𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙨 𝙒𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙄𝙩 𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙨

➳𝙎𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮: 𝙎𝙤 𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙮 𝙮𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙥𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙪𝙥 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙞𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙜𝙤 𝙩𝙤 𝙬𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙘𝙖𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪’𝙧𝙚 𝙖𝙡𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙮 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙚𝙡𝙨𝙚, 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪. 𝘼𝙣𝙙 𝙞𝙩 𝙞𝙨𝙣’𝙩 𝘽𝙤𝙠𝙪𝙩𝙤, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙞𝙩 𝙠𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙨 𝙝𝙞𝙢.

➳𝙆𝙤𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙤𝙪 𝘽𝙤𝙠𝙪𝙩𝙤 𝙭 𝙛𝙚𝙢!𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧

➳𝙒𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨: 𝙘𝙪𝙧𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙜, 𝙨𝙡𝙤𝙬𝙗𝙪𝙧𝙣, 𝙙𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜, 𝙖𝙣𝙭𝙞𝙚𝙩𝙮, 𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙨𝙩, 𝙛𝙡𝙪𝙛𝙛, 𝙖 𝙗𝙞𝙩 𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙚𝙨𝙮, 𝙆𝙪𝙧𝙤𝙤 𝙭 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧

➳𝙒𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙩: 6𝙠

➳𝘼/𝙉: 𝙁𝙄𝙍𝙎𝙏 𝙁𝙄𝘾𝘾 𝙊𝙐𝙏 𝘼𝙉𝘿 𝙄𝙏 𝙄𝙎 𝙃𝙀𝘼𝙍𝙏. 𝙒𝙍𝙀𝙉𝘾𝙃𝙄𝙉𝙂. 𝙄 𝙝𝙤𝙥𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙚𝙣𝙟𝙤𝙮 𝙞𝙩!

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“What the shit-” The back of your head throbs, turning around to see what had just smacked you in the head. You’ve just about had it today and getting hit in the head was about to send you over the edge. Whoever threw that is going to get an earful, Until your eyes land on another pair of caramel eyes.

“I’m so sorry!” The man with the strange silver hair smiles at you widely, “Are you okay?” He leans in closer to take a look if your head was alright. “Watch out, dude.” You give off a scoff, standing up straight and fixing your hair. “My bad! We didn’t see you, I just did this crazy spike and stupid idiots saved it.” As he speaks you can feel the confidence radiate off of him. If you hadn’t opened your mouth he probably would still be there talking nonsense.

“Why the hell were you playing volleyball?” You ask him, eyebrows scrunched, and so, so, annoyed. He raises an eyebrow at you, pausing before he answers. “We’re in a gym?” He questions you, The way he questions you makes you feel like you should be embarrassed about something. Though you feel dumb as you look around and realize you had stumbled into the gymnasium. You were so out of it you ended up wandering into a different path than the way you usually go to get to the parking lot.

“I knew that!” You grew embarrassed with obvious burning red on your face. He laughs and leans in a little too close for comfort. You stumble back a bit, furrowing your eyebrows. What the hell was he doing? He’s looking at you like crazy. Taken back, you start to open your mouth to question him.

“You’re really pretty.” He smiles before you could even talk, The words roll off his tongue so smoothly, you’re not really sure how to react.

You look away with blush on your face and you’re wondering what the hell you say back to him. He chuckles as you try to form your words. He was charming as hell, He had no shame.

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That was approximately 2 years ago. Though when you look back you can remember it like it was yesterday. It seemed just like yesterday when you first hung out with Bokuto and he took you fishing, something you rarely enjoyed, but Bokuto made it fun. He ended up fishing a log but you caught your first fish with Bokuto. Well, he reeled it in but it’s still the same right?

Ever since then, You and Bokuto were inseparable, Tied to the hip. So many memories and adventures you could recall. Like that time where you both ditched class and went to the thrift store, picking out outfits for each other, and returning home wearing the horrendous top Bokuto had picked out for you.

Or that time where you and Bokuto found a box of abandoned kittens on the side of the highway. You both cared for them the whole weekend until you knew you both couldn’t care for 6 baby kittens. Bokuto begged to keep them but eventually you convinced him that he’d go into debt taking care of them. And he fell for it.

But your favorite memory was after one of his games. You had been cheering for him all night, and everytime he would get a point he would look up at you and wave. You were his good luck charm, he’d like to call it. He liked looking into the crowd and seeing you. Even if his fangirls were cheering, you’d always cheer the loudest. And after the game, when fans swarmed around him, he grabbed onto your wrist, leading you both out of the pile of fangirls around the both of you.

“You’re my favorite fan.” Bokuto teased. You smile up at the goof, smacking his arm weakly for getting you to blush.

And ever since then, you had feelings for him. You’d never had feelings for anyone like you did with him, He made you feel something nobody else could ever get you to feel. Sure, you’ve had small crushes and “boyfriends” but Kotarou was different.

He always got you to turn away blushing, He always said what he was feeling and thinking. As opposed to you, who holds things in a lot of the time, always thinking before speaking. Being Bokuto’s friend, you learned so much from him and became a different person because of him, in the best way possible.

It was natural the way your feelings grew, anytime you were at school you would hang out with Bokuto, not that you had a choice, he’d always find you in a sea of people. And when you weren’t at school you would be with Bokuto and Akaashi, doing something dumb, most likely. So of course, as the days, weeks, months went by, the way you looked at Bokuto started to change. You went to bed wondering if he’d feel the same way, wondering if he felt what you feel whenever you look into his eyes.

You don’t think so. He never made a move so why should you? You would only hurt yourself by chasing something that doesn’t want you. You were only his best friend, That’s all you’ll ever be to him.

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“What the shit-” Bokuto’s eyes follow the ball and have a clear view of who it has hit. He knew who you were. You were an advanced student, teachers and even the principal had told Bokuto many times that he should reach out to have you help him study. Bokuto cuts out of his daydream, realizing you were rubbing the back of your head still confused as to what had hit your head.

Bokuto marches towards you, Going to make sure you were okay, because that was a nasty hit if he does say so himself. As you turn to look at him, his eyes light up with excitement because for once you actually look at him. He’s been trying to talk to you for a few days now, here and there in class. It was only about helping him out with a subject, of course, nothing else.

“I’m so sorry!” Concerned about your head, he leans in closer to get a better look. “Are you okay?” He notices you fixing yourself up, trying to stand up to him as he realizes he’s practically hovering over you. “Watch out, dude.” You scoff, and Bokuto blinks. He’s confused as to why you're mad, getting hit in the head with a volleyball didn’t hurt that bad right?

He had blurted out as many words as he could think of to try to keep the conversation going. He didn’t pay no attention to what he was saying just as long as you were listening and had your eyes on him.

“Why the hell were you playing volleyball?” He knows that’s a genuine question because you had not looked around, only looked at him with a confused expression. Bokuto wants to laugh, because you’re so cute. Sassy and a bit of an airhead like him. “We’re in a gym?” Bokuto raises an eyebrow at you, signaling for you to look around and see how many volleyballs are flying around and the guys in jersey’s practicing.

When you had finally raised your head high enough to see, he noticed you roll your eyes in embarrassment with a hint of rose on your cheeks, and he swears he could hear his heart skip a beat. “I knew that!” He chuckles at you, wanting to get a longer look at you, he leans in and he notices the features on your face. So unique and beautiful in its own way. He could stare at you all day if you let him because he swears to himself, he has never seen a beauty like yours.

“You’re really pretty.” He blurts out before he could think, Not realizing he had been seeming a bit like a creep. He just couldn’t help himself but get a better look. He notices you turning more red, turning away from him, breaking eye contact.

And from that day, Bokuto had something for you. He didn’t know what it was, but it was something and damn he could not get over it.

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Bokuto had feelings for you too. Making it obvious so many times, and so many times you did not get the hint. He wouldn’t get this close to a girl if he was not interested in them. You were special to him and he tried to show it to you so many times in so many ways.

In bringing you flowers on random days, begging you to come to his games just so he could flex in front of you, calling you at night just to see what you were doing, all he ever thought about was you. From the way you put your hair up, to the way you laugh at his jokes. He was smitten.

You would think from all these feelings swimming inside you both one of you would stop bitching around and make a move, right? Well, not exactly.

That’s far from it actually.

After graduation, the two of you had naturally drifted. It wasn’t the fact that you both stopped liking each other or stopped getting along, it was just how most high school friends go. Someone you used to know to someone you don’t anymore.

You had gotten a place of your own, something you’ve been working so hard for and had started going to university to continue your own education. At first, slowly drifting from Bokuto had been hard, he was there for almost your entire highschool life. He knew so much about you and went through so much with you. Eventually, you decided to bury the feelings you had, nothing had ever happened between you two and it never would again. Sometimes that happens, and you had decided to just let it go. As much as it hurt, it wouldn’t do any good to dwell on it. So you brought your head back up and looked forward, because you don’t want to look back anymore, there was nothing you could change.

As for Bokuto, he took it pretty rough for the first few months. You had started answering less and less, going to his games less and less, started working more. He just thought you wanted time to yourself. He had noticed not having you around was having a toll on his playing ability. There was no one to cheer for him, no one waiting for him in the crowd anymore.

Bokuto knew he would continue to focus on volleyball after highschool, and as the years went by that’s when he joined MSBY. You weren’t around anymore, but he always held out hope. Hope that one day, you’ll walk through the doors back into his life.

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Years had gone by since the last time you saw him, you don’t have the same number as before, not knowing if Bokuto had tried to contact you at all through the past years. You had a new normal now. Waking up, working on an online class, going for a quick jog, getting to another class, going to work, then coming home and sleeping so hard you have bags under your eyes.

There was also something that had been relatively new as well aside from school and work. Your boyfriend would come three times a week to come sleep with you in your bed. It was nice, having someone warm snuggle up next to you as you sleep.

At first the relationship would be a bit awkward and rocky because it’d be one of Bokuto’s old best friends, Tetsurou Kuroo. Kuroo, years before, would be aware of the tension between you and Bokuto. He’d always take a step back because he respected that you both had something, that was until after graduating the pair of you would start to see each other more often, being in the same city and all. And eventually it would end up with late nights of watching movies and playing weird tabletop games.

And eventually, he asked you to be his girlfriend. You accepted hesitantly, not much educated on how it was like being in a relationship but you knew being around Kuroo made you happy, and feel less lonely. A big difference with Kuroo was that he actually made a move, unlike Bokuto. So throwing all caution to the wind, you got with Kuroo.

The relationship was still relatively new, only dating for as little as 5 months, the two of you had been friends for years, close friends. It was comfortable and something that you didn’t have to second guess and worry about. He was sweet to you, made as much time as he could for you while also being busy with volleyball stuff.

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“C’mon, pleaseeee? They’re all asking to see you.” Kuroo gently rubs his thumb against your hip, taking his head out of the crook of your neck and looking up at you. You down at him with tired eyes, close to falling asleep. “What if it’s awkward?” You ask him genuinely. He had been begging for you to go with him to a reunion they all planned for one night, in this gorgeous air bnb, You knew Bokuto would be there. But that wasn’t the reason you didn’t want to go, right? No, you just didn’t want to go because you had to take care of your neighbor's bunny. Still, you also did miss your old friends, you had so many great memories with them.

“It’s just gonna be like old times, beautiful, you have nothing to worry about.” Your boyfriend reassures that it’d be fine, but a feeling inside your stomach didn’t feel so good. You hesitated still, maybe there would be no harm in going. Lost in your thoughts, you look at Kuroo, he’s smiling up at you with devious eyes.

“You didn’t say no!” You giggle at him, “I didn’t say yes, silly” He shrugs and digs his head back into your neck. “It still isn’t a no.” He hums. Your fingertips gently graze his back, “Fine, I’ll go. But only because I want to play games with Kenma again.” You don’t know if this is a good idea, but it might be good to move past the highschool feelings. You haven't seen Bokuto, Akaashi, or even Kenma in awhile, It might be refreshing. You keep telling yourself. Nothing could go that bad right?

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“Oh shit- shit- shit” Looking around frantically, you desperately try to find the matching earring on your left ear. You swore it was on the floor the last time you saw, you don’t know how you lose things so easily, but you do. Everything was ready to go, checking off on the list as you got yourself situated. Bags packed, make-up packed, hair products packed. All set, maybe it was a lot for just one night, but you liked to be prepared. You planned to be at the air bnb in less than 10 minutes, which means you would have to leave in… 15 minutes ago. Kuroo had been waiting outside, in his car, for the last 20 minutes as you got yourself ready. Eventually you were taking too long looking for that earring you decided to go with no earrings, and as an alternative you put on a necklace, it matched better anyway.

Barely slipping on your shoes out the door, Kuroo finally spots you walking out, starting his car. You flash him a smile as you open the passenger door, “You look beautiful.” Humming and rolling your eyes, you never know how to take compliments and just for that, that’s the reason Kuroo compliments you even more.

As he drives further from your place, you gulp, and fiddle with your fingers out of nervousness. Though you still put on a poker face, just so you don’t have to worry your boyfriend. The closer you two got, the more it seemed like your shoes were shrinking, eventually having to take off your own jacket. Why were you so nervous? You’re fine, Y/n. There was nothing to be nervous about.

Maybe you were overthinking this whole situation, it was just one night. Yeah, you were freaking your pretty little head out for nothing.

“C’mon, sweetheart.” Kuroo opens the door for you, hand out for you to grab it. You thank him for being so sweet, taking his hand, letting him lead you to the front of the huge air bnb you see before your eyes. It was top tier and you had no idea how Kenma had this much money to rent this place out, Even if it was for one night, it was like a mansion.

The front door swings open as you both enter, immediately you hear all the voices that were filled in your highschool memories, it’s nostalgic. “Kuroo!” A voice booms in your ear causing you to look to your left, spotting Bokuto and Akaashi approaching the both of you. Being behind Kuroo, they haven’t spotted you yet. You take a gulp and swallow down that anxiety, letting yourself loose, you’re supposed to have fun tonight. “Hey man, you look no different!” Kuroo laughs, putting both of your bags to the side on the floor. “Akaashi! You said I looked so different from the last time you saw me!” Bokuto looks at Akaashi disappointed, it makes you chuckle. This is still the same man you knew years and years ago.

As the pair start to bicker, you peek out, taking a step from Kuroo to get a better view of where everyone was. Looking around you see so many more of your old friends. A small smile spreads across your face, until your eyes stop on your old best friend, staring back at you with wide eyes.

“Y/n! I missed you!” His voice is still smooth as ever, wrapping his arms around you, bringing you in for a hug. With no time to react, your arms wrap around his neck, taking his scent, just like you did back then.

A bit surprised, the more you sink into the hug. You thought he would be angry with you, yell at you, you didn’t even think he would talk to you, or look at you. But that was not the case at all.

It takes a few seconds before you pull away, looking at Kuroo who had been eyeing you two for a bit. “It’s so nice to you, Bokuto-san.” Smiling innocently up at him, he returns one back.

Bokuto had one of those smiles where no matter what you would smile back, he wore his heart on his sleeves often, no matter what you always knew his intentions were pure. You couldn’t help but get sucked back into the feelings you had tucked away so long ago. As the memories flooded your mind, you remember exactly how he made you feel.

The tension in the air is thick, Nobody says anything, instead they’re looking at the both of you. Neither you or Bokuto notice anyone else around, almost as if you two are the only ones in the room, because all you both could see is each other’s eyes, full of pent up love that has gone on for years. And you swear that they’re hidden away, but as he scans your face, his eyes soften, and you don’t know what to do with yourself. You can’t help yourself.

“Um-” Akaashi clears the air, bringing you and Bokuto back to your surroundings. “Let’s go, Hinata had planned a bunch of games and activities for us.” Akaashi’s voice is soft, not to cause the tension to be more awkward than it already was. Leading the three of you into the backyard where you had seen Hinata and Kenma setting up cornhole and many other games to keep the group company.

You take a breath, taking Kuroo’s hand into your own. You didn’t want him to get the wrong idea. There was nothing there… Right?

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Kuroo’s arms are gentle but strong, you feel them carry you to the upstairs bedroom where the both of you stay for the night. You had fallen asleep after multiple games of charades, not knowing how long it had been going on. The last thing you remember is Kenma trying to imitate a turtle. Naturally, your eyes had gotten heavier, falling into a deep sleep.

So you wake up, a bit absent-minded on where you are now. A few seconds set in after waking up, Kuroo sleeping next to you peacefully. You groan, grabbing the phone that was charging next to the nightstand, seeing the clock turn to 4:30 am. You don’t remember putting your phone to charge, most likely it was Kuroo who had done so for you.

Giving him a quick peck on his disheveled hair, your mouth feels dry, Realizing the last drink you had was a shot of vodka the guys had offered to you. You groan, wanting to go back to sleep but you are in desperate need of water.

Your feet drag on the hard-wood floor as you go down the stairs, it’s messy down there, dark as well. They must’ve stayed up a bit more before heading to bed. Being careful not to wake or scare anyone, you quietly make your way into the marble kitchen. Drinks and beers still open from the night before, it makes you want to gag, hating the smell of liquor.

Grabbing a bottle of water on the top shelf of the fridge, you take a sip. Feeling more and more refreshed as the water gets in your system. You hear a floorboard creak a few inches away, snapping your head behind your back, you blink. Staring in the black abyss for a few seconds.

A tall muscular shadow emerges from the darkness, and you gasp, not knowing who was there yet. Until you saw the silver hair shining from the moon hitting it through the window. “Bo!” You scream as quietly as you could. “You scared the shit out of me!” You put down your water bottle, breathing regulating as you realize it’s just Bokuto. “Me?! You’re the one who scared me!” He half whispers.

“I thought someone broke in!” He chuckles a bit, finding the situation another one of those moments where you both are just idiots. “You’re such an idiot.” You tease, grabbing a marker from the counter, labeling the water bottle with your name.

“Why are you still up?” As you look at him, you see the bags that had formed under his eyes, hair messier than he would like it, Almost like he hasn’t gotten any sleep.

“I just… Couldn’t sleep.” Bokuto sounds defeated, you know him, he wouldn’t just not sleep for no reason, something was definitely bothering him. Though, being a bit awkward, you don’t know what to say, not wanting to push him or engage in this conversation. You don’t want him to get the wrong idea, or anyone else for that matter. Your boyfriend already suspects something is going on, you shouldn’t ruin anything else.

But you can’t seem to walk away.

“What’s wrong?” Your voice is sincere, wanting to make sure he was okay. “Just thinking, don’t worry.” He reassures you with a smile, and with that your feet start to head towards back the staircase. You knew you shouldn’t push it anymore.

“Do you hate me?” Bokuto’s voice is reluctant, almost like he blurted the question out by accident. Taken by surprise, you turn to look back at him, confused as to why he would ask. Because the truth is, you could never hate him.

“I don’t,” You pause, “Why do you think that?” And by the way he looks away from you, he probably isn’t doing okay. He’s never looked away from you before.

“You’ve been avoiding me all night.”

Oh. That’s what he’s been up thinking about. You didn’t think you were being obvious or anything. You weren’t trying to avoid him, if anything all you wanted to do was talk to him just how you both would back then. But being with Kuroo, you shouldn’t even be thinking about the old times with Bokuto. Because if you did, the feelings would come rushing back again, and Kuroo was so good to you. He doesn’t deserve that.

“No, I haven’t” Shaky breaths are all that comes out of your mouth, so convincing.

“You say that, but you haven’t talked to me at all this whole night.” Crossing his arms, you knew he was right, what else should he think? You haven’t acknowledged him this entire night.

“Don’t take it personal, Bo.” Though you know he will, Bokuto always took everything seriously.

“Why did you stop being my friend?” Your heart breaks a little as you could hear the hurt in his voice. Still, you don’t understand, why was it a big deal?

“No I didn’t.” You lie.

“You left me behind…” You take a deep breath, not daring to let the tears fall. “And you took Kuroo with you.” He pouts in the way he always used to do, which always left you giving in.

Before you could answer, he cuts you off, “Why did you pick him? Over me?” You stand there, starting to shake because you never wanted to be the reason why Bokuto was upset, he was such a happy boy, and that’s all he deserved, was to be happy. So as you stand there, watching him open up in front of you, years later, you start to slowly break.

“I didn’t choose anyone, Bo.”

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“Akaashiiii, why is Y/n mad at me?” Bokuto had been in this trance for days. Trying to text you, with no response, no delivery notification had even showed up on his phone. Not knowing that you had changed your number, only thinking that you had ended up blocking him.

“She’s probably busy, she has a life of her own you know?” Bokuto huffs.

“Of course I know that!” He pauses, “But she wouldn’t just leave me out of the blue like that, that’s not like her.” He thought you just needed some space, as normal people do. Maybe you’d be going through something but once that was done, you’d come back to him, normal and beautiful as ever. But once you didn’t, he really had thought he did something wrong to make you go away.

That was until hours later he had seen you post on your own story. Hand in hand with one of his good friends, Kuroo. A heart sticker plastered onto the screen, with a tag of Kuroo’s own account.

He swore he heard his heart crack inside.

He wanted to be the one holding your hand. He should’ve been the one holding your hand, he’s the one who’s been wanting it for years. He’s angry with himself because all this waiting had been for nothing, because you have someone that loves you, and he’s angry with himself because it isn’t him.

But even then if you hadn’t talked to him in years, or seen him, He would still be looking for you. Everywhere he went. He would still be thinking of you, loving every inch of you even if you weren’t physically there with him. And seeing that picture, he knew that you were gone a long time ago.

And he knew that no matter who you were with, what you were doing, where you went, he would still love you, even if you didn’t feel the same way.

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“Did you have fun, babe?” Kuroo gently squeezes the top of your thigh, driving with one hand on the wheel. You smile up at him.

Of course you did, But you were in conflict with yourself. Because of course you adored Kuroo, he was your first real boyfriend, he had been so good to you. But every single time, you were always brought back to Bokuto. No matter who you were with, what you were doing, where you went, everything always brought you back to him.

“Of course, I’m just severely hung over.” Chuckling, you put your hand over his, not wanting him to question what has been on your mind ever since the morning. You were going home now, though. Away from Bokuto, You could finally get back to your normal life, without having to second guess your feelings again.

As you got home, Kuroo insisted on bringing your bag inside. Following him inside, he gave you a quick peck on the cheek, something that always brought you calmness. “Thank you, Tetsu.”

He smiles gently at you, “I’ll come over tomorrow, I just have to deal with work tonight.” He speaks so softly, gently to you. You nod at him, reassuring that you were fine to spend a night alone. And you really needed it, after having a long night, while also dealing with a hangover.

Kuroo closes your front door, leaving you alone in your cozy apartment. Taking off your shoes, you head for the bathroom door, ready to take a relaxing bath. And damn that was the best bath you’ve ever had in your life.

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“This damn tv!” You curse, throwing the remote somewhere onto the couch that will definitely be in one of the cracks later. The tv had been flickering for some time now, along with your lights. The rain outside had gotten heavier as the hours went by, there wasn’t much for you to do.

Fuck the tv. You walk into your kitchen, scanning the fridge, looking for something to eat. Though you hadn’t gone grocery shopping yet, all you had was a bologna sandwich that was- well wayyy overdue.

You debated on eating at your favorite restaurant tonight, well with how the weather is looking that looked like it wasn’t going to happen. Grabbing your phone, you dial the number of another restaurant that does take out. That was until there was a knock at your door.

Who the hell would be at your door at this hour? Kuroo was busy with work, your family was out of town at the moment, who else could this be?

Hurrying to open the door, you put your phone down. Your hand gripping the knob, the door swings open and you hear the drips and thunder coming from outside.

Bokuto stands at your door. Hoodie over his head, drenched in rain. Taken by surprise, you take a moment before asking what the hell he was doing here.

“Bokuto? What are you doing here?” Your eyes shift all over his body, not knowing how to react. Should you be happy he was here? Should you be angry as to why the hell he was here, after specifically telling him that you weren’t interested in this friendship anymore the night before?

He smiles gently at you, taking a deep breath before speaking.

“I love you.” At this point you're even more confused.

“What do you mean-”

“You know what I mean, don’t make me say it again just for you to turn me away.” He finishes your sentence with his words, words that break your heart because you don’t want to turn him away, but you have to.

“Kou-” Before you could put your foot down, he speaks again.

“Please, just let me say what I need to say-” So you do.

“I know you’re with Kuroo, and I’m happy that you are happy” A genuine smile peeks from his lips.

“But, I know if you give me the chance, I won’t let you go, and I’ll love you just as much as I did the first day I met you, Y/n.”

Frozen in your spot, you take a second to comprehend what he’s telling you. He’s loved you since the first day? The day you got hit with a ball? He’s loved you for that long? There’s no way.

“You don’t know what you’re talking about.” A blush spreads across your cheeks, making you turn away from him.

“But I do, Y/n.” He sighs lightly, sneaking his arms past your arms and wrapping his arms gently resting on your waist. And as you look into his eyes, you know he’s being serious, you can’t bring yourself to tear him away from you.

“Nobody, Absolutely nobody in the world makes me feel the way you do. You can stay not believing me, but I know what I feel when I’m with you, there’s nothing better than when I’m with you, Y/n. And I’m so sorry it took me so long to say it to you, but give me a chance-”

And as the tears escape from your lids, you can’t seem to hold yourself together anymore.

“No, Bokuto! You can’t just make your way in here and beg me to give you a chance! I’ve felt the same way for so, so long! But it’s no use, I’m with Kuroo now.” You move your hands up to wipe away the streams that burn your cheeks. Bokuto’s eyes soften, glistening as he watches you cry in front of him, A sight that he’s always hated ever since high school.

“I know you love me too..” He trails off his sentence waiting to see your reaction.

“No, I don’t! I-I love Kuroo now.” You’re angry with him. Angry with yourself. Angry at the world, because how could all this time you both felt the same but nothing had ever happened? And now years later the both of you are standing in the doorway, with the rain starting to creep inside, You can’t help but want to kiss him. But you couldn’t because you had a wonderful boyfriend, who adored you, and now with Bokuto here, There was nowhere else for you to run, there was no solution to this problem.

“Please, just leave.” Before he could open his mouth to say something, you spoke.

He shakes his head, a tear streaming down his face. A sight you had not seen in so long. “I don’t want to let you go again, Y/n! At least not until I know that I did everything I can because I’ve loved you the longest, This isn’t fair!”

You shake your head, pulling his hands off your waist. “This isn’t fair, Bokuto!” Sobbing, you don’t dare to look up at him. You silently cry into your palms, Bokuto doesn’t know what to say. Well, he does, but he knows it isn’t fair as well. He knows he’s being selfish with you, but he cannot go on without knowing if he did everything he could to get you to be his.

A silent minute goes by, with no words spoken, only the sound of rain behind the both of you. Until he grabs your hands gently, his soft hands bring you to look up at him, with red, and swollen eyes.

“You can’t tell me you don’t feel something for me too…” He whispers softly, his eyes are low, a small smile gently telling you that it’s going to be okay, no matter what. As you look at him, you can’t look away. You focus on Bokuto, and only him at the moment, because he’s here telling you everything you’ve been wanting to hear since high school, years later. You try to form words, to answer him with. To tell him that this isn’t right anymore, the time for you both has run out.

But you can’t, because he was right. Looking into his eyes, you feel nothing but love. Your heart yearns for him even after all these years. You have no answer, because he was right. No matter what, your heart will always choose him.

#haikyuu #haikyu x reader #bokuto x reader #bokuto koutarou #bokuto koutaro x reader #kuroo x reader

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forgetfulmachineart · 23 days ago

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JJK Characters/Relationships as Traffic

Gojo Satoru: "One More Lane"

The belief that expansion is the solution instead of fixing the base problem. Later to be removed once its no longer seen as useful and hardly missed

Geto Suguru: Separated Bike Lane

Separated from Jujutsu car society, trying to make a better way.

Kenjaku: Highway bike lane

Pretends to be safe, familiar, but is here to cause death

Gojo Satoru & Geto Suguru & Shoko Ieri: Diverging Diamond Intersection

Crossing paths (KFC) and crossing paths again (JJK0) with a third caught in the middle but not being able to really change anything during the main conflict, literally being passed over. Note how the top two roads also have medians between them. Yeah...

Nanami Kento: Yamanote Line

Normally I try to keep it to road types but I'm counting this since it's a public transportation (and also I love this line). The Yamanote Line is a train line in central Tokyo (here's a cool video that includes a bit about it) that functions in a very practical loop. In subway maps it's always drawn as a perfect circle which I think hearkens to Nanami's 5:30 quirk and watch fairly well. It also has a stop at Shibuya

Haibara Yuu: Dead End

Nanami & Haibara: Cul-de-sac

A dressed up dead end. Driven down while looking at so much life but in the end, to go forward you have to turn around.

Yuuji Itadori: Standard road

Straight forward. Might have a few potholes but it's a classic and reliable

Megumi Fushiguro: Street Renovation

Frustrating. Can feel like everything is being stopped or diverted. Sometimes you just ask yourself if it's better to end it all and start over. But if you let people take the time and care to help, it can be fixed and it'll be better in the end, even if it takes time.

Nobara Kugasaki: Country bus stop

Trying to get away from where you are but stuck in limbo for quite a while. Might miss a lot of things but if you're lucky you'll get there in time. Dreams of big city living

Yuuji & Megumi & Nobara: Carpet

Childish. They're only 16 did you know?

Yuuta Okkutsu + Rika: Tram

Cute. Classy. Lovely. A main car that's supported and guided externally. Pieces that require the other.

Sukuna Ryomen: Displaced Left Turn

Look at it. Does it bring you distress? Does it look like it could kill a lot of people? Yeah? Fuck you

Sukuna & Jogo: Crash at Crush

A planned publicity stunt in 1896. What was supposed to be a controlled crash between two trains unexpectedly caused their engines to explode causing deaths, injuries, and a lot of damage.

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welcometowhore-rrorville · 1 year ago

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𝒮𝑜𝓊𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇𝓃 𝐻𝑜𝓈𝓅𝒾𝓉𝒶𝓁𝒾𝓉𝓎

Featuring: Lester Sinclair, Bo Sinclair, Vincent Sinclair

Word Count: 4.6k

Warnings: don’t trust strangers, implied drugging, pretty tame until the end, you crash your car, don’t text and drive, watch out for animals on the road, yandere-ish themes, may be ooc but i tried my best, southern accent source: born in alabama, edited but i make mistakes so let me know

It was nothing but in character for your friend to ghost you for a few days—phone going straight to voicemail until the small device was filled to the brim with your annoyed messages. You hated when she didn’t reply, but she would always text back, hungover and begging for a ride back home from miles out of town.

This time, however, it had been almost two weeks with no sign of her. Sure, she made bad decisions, but you hoped that she would surface, maybe a little drunk but unharmed.

You slid your flip-phone back in your pocket after checking for messages, the device barely fitting into your high-waisted shorts. You would one day find and murder whoever made the sizings on women’s pockets.

Rolling your eyes, you continued down the road in your beat-up car. It wasn’t much, but it got you where you needed to go and that’s all you could ask for. You just prayed it wouldn’t break down out here—you had been following a winding country road for miles, trying to spot any sign of your missing friend. There was some kind of party going on way out in the country, and of course she just had to go.

It was stupid—you shouldn’t be so worried, and you definitely shouldn’t keep acting like her babysitter, but you couldn’t just not look for her.

Your eyes scanned the shoulders, checking for any mailbox or sign somebody actually lived out here. You’d never gone this way before—the highway was much quicker—but your friend couldn’t make it easy for you.

You closed your eyes for just a moment, letting out a sigh, before opening them again.

You screamed as you slammed on the brakes, seeing a dog wander out into the road. It wasn’t on your side, but you couldn’t live with yourself if something happened to it on your account.

You slid harshly as you veered off the road, tires squeaking on the rough asphalt. You felt yourself hit dirt, and finally came to a sudden halt—the front of your car firmly dented with a tree blocking your vision. Smoke emanated from the hood.

Luckily, you didn’t slam your head into anything, but you still felt the force of the impact, letting out a breathless sigh as you fell back against your seat.

You switched the car off, wincing just thinking about the damage. Still, as you exited your now ruined vehicle, your mind was on one thing—was the dog okay?

You scanned the road, spotting the black and white dog sitting on the other side of the road, tongue out as it looked at you.

“Oh, thank God,” you mumbled, clutching your head. You turned back to look at your car, not even bothering to attempt to open the hood. You’d need a tow, that’s for sure.

You pulled your phone out, popping it open. No signal. You groaned. This just wasn’t your day.

Stumbling to the edge of the road, you looked both ways before crossing. The dog had to have an owner somewhere—maybe they could help you out?

By the time you made it to the other side, the pit-mix was standing a few feet away, already trotting back into the woods.

“Wait!” you called after it, following the dog as best you could through the overgrown forest. Branches scraped at your bare arms and legs, and suddenly you wished you were in something other than a tank top and shorts.

Finally, you stopped at the edge of a precipice, looking down the steep hill where the dog was now trotting around a large pile of road-kill. You screwed your face up at the smell. You supposed it all had to go somewhere, but did you have to stumble upon it?

The dog sat patiently next to a beat-up truck, and you watched as a man exited the vehicle.

“Jonesy, there you are! Where d’ya think you’re runnin’ off to, huh?”

The man looked like you expected someone who hung out next to a road-kill pile all day would look. Not that he was ugly, but he just—he had the look of someone who was always working and nothing else. His jeans were ripped and the t-shirt he wore had too many stains to count. The flannel he had on top was fraying at the edges, but his attire suited him.

“Hey!” you called from the top of the hill, trying your best to work your way down without falling face-first into a pile of road-kill. “I wrecked a little ways away from here—anywhere you know that can give me a tow?”

The man met your gaze, a toothy grin on his face. He met you just before you got to the bottom of the hill, holding out a hand to lead you around the pile. You smiled back at him, taking it as he guided you back to his truck.

“Sure, I know a place. Just up the road. What’re you doin’ all the way out here?”

“One of my friends is missing—I’m trying to find her,” you replied, finally releasing his hand as you stopped in front of his truck. He smelled of dead animals, but you supposed that came with the job. You watched as he shut the trunk of his truck.

He gestured to his vehicle. “Well, come on, then. I’ll give you a ride. Can’t have you runnin’ around out here gettin’ lost.”

You hesitated only for a second but soon realized you didn’t have another choice. You took a deep breath, grabbing the handle and popping the door open. “Thank you, sir.”

“Oh, just Lester’s fine. I don’t look like much of a sir,” he said with a laugh.

Jonesy hopped in before you had the chance to slide in yourself. You smiled at the dog who was probably used to riding shot-gun. You climbed in next to her as Lester jumped into the driver’s seat.

You shut the door next to you, all the while trying not to startle the dog who seemed very much content with spreading out over the small seating space.

“Oh, don’t mind her,” he said, giving her a pat on her side as she lay against his lap. “She’s spoiled. Give ‘er a few pets and she’ll never leave your side.”

You smiled softly, reaching out to place a hand against her side. She lifted her head up, turning to look at you, tail wagging against your thigh.

“She’s a cutie,” you replied, beginning to pet her softly. For a dog out and about in the woods, she sure had some soft fur. You thought it was endearing she was better groomed than he was—what a kind guy, taking care of his dog so nicely.

“Oh, and she knows it, too,” he said, shaking his head as he laughed goofily. He gave her head a pet.

“So,” you started, looking up from the dog to look at the road—well, dirt path, you should say. “What’s this place? I didn’t know anybody lived back here.”

“It’s an old town—used to be pretty popular ‘til that highway was built. Still, Bo’s in town—he should get you all set. Think he’s still got his tow-truck runnin’.”

“Thanks again for driving me,” you replied, any anxiety soothed by the happy dog who had now turned to place her head in your lap. You gave her a scratch behind the ear causing her leg to start thumping. You laughed. “Must not get many strangers around here.”

“You’d be surprised,” Lester replied. “Every now-n-then some new city folks come around, all off-put by what we do out here. They never stay long. It’s a real shame.”

You shrugged. “Might not be the best job, but someone’s gotta do it,” you said, hand resting against Jonesy’s head. She let out a soft whine, nestling further into your shirt. “AT least you don’t deal with people much. I’d prefer hanging out with this sweetheart than dealing with customers any day.”

“Guess that’s true. Seems she’s takin’ a real likin’ to ya, too. Don’t steal her away from me now!”

You laughed. “D’aww, plans foiled,” you joked. She was a cute dog, but you’d never take a beloved pet away from its owner. Especially when he seemed like a genuinely nice guy who was trying to help you out.

You watched as he stopped in front of a rather large puddle in the dirt track, and you could spot the tire tracks running through it before submerging beneath the murky water.

“That’s not good,” you replied. “Can you get through that?”

He shrugged. “Lemme lock the hubs right quick and we’ll see. Might take a few minutes but it shouldn’ be a problem.”

You bit your lip, debating something. “Oh, it’s alright. The town is just up ahead, yeah? I’ll just walk. You’ve already helped me out enough. I don’t want to put you out any more.”

“You sure?” he replied. “I ain’t in any rush.”

“It’s nice out—some exercise will do me good anyway,” you responded. Jonesy whined, seemingly aware you were about to leave.

“Tell ya what. I gotta few things to do before I head in—why dontcha take Jonesy with ya—it’ll make me feel better that you’re not out here alone. I’ll meetcha at Bo’s shop in a few.”

It was your turn to protest. “Oh, you don’t have to—” you were interrupted when the dog nosed at your hand.

“See, she wants to come with, anyway. She’s a good girl—will even lead ya straight to the town.”

You nodded. “Okay, if you say so. You said Bo is who I’m lookin’ for?”

“Yup,” he said, hopping out and walking over to your side. He popped the door open before holding out his hand. “Tell ‘em Lester sent ya.”

You took his hand, hopping out as Jonesy stretched before following behind you. She stuck to your side, taking a seat.

Lester bent down, giving her a kiss to her forehead. “You take care of the lil lady, gotcha? Go straight to town. No more chasin’ rabbits.”

You smiled. “Thanks again. I’m (Y/N), by the way.”

“Nice to meetcha,” he said, tipping his hat goofily. “Now go on—just follow Jonesy.”

You did as he said, looking to the dog as she stood up, now trotting along the side of the washed out path.

You followed, making sure to stay out of the mud as much as possible. You would hate to slip and fall, and this time there was no sweet man to guide you.

Still, you managed to make it all the way to the town with no issue, tagging behind Jonesy as she pitter-pattered down the street, tail wagging behind her.

She looked like she was leading you straight to your destination, even now that you were within town limits.

Lester was right—it was quiet here. It was like a ghost town. Still, it was relaxing in a way. No traffic. No angry honking or screaming children. Just cute little shops and quaint houses.

You spotted a few sleeping puppies in a window of a pet store, but forced yourself to keep going. You had a wrecked car that might’ve been on fire by now—you didn’t have time to buy a dog.

Speaking of dogs, you noted Jonesy was now stopped in front of a body shop, paws scratching against the door. Music sounded from within.

You trotted up behind her, opening the door to let her in. She looked back at you before continuing deeper into the shop.

You cautiously entered, door shutting behind you.

“Hello?” you called, staying near the entrance as you paced around. You didn’t bother looking at the shelves—you knew damn well there’d be nothing you recognized. You weren’t a car person, but you knew when you needed a tow. So that’s what you hoped for.

“Is anybody here?” you called again, waiting in the now empty lobby. Jonesy had trekked off somewhere. Maybe to fetch your guy?

Sure enough, you heard the music shut off and the sound of boot steps coming closer, and you spotted a man come out from one of the back rooms.

He reminded you of Lester, though certainly more cleaned up. Clean shaven. Neatened hair that still fell messily against his face. A jumpsuit with a few stains on it zippered against him let you know he must’ve been working when you showed up. He still held a wrench in his hand.

“Hey, sweetheart,” he spoke, confusion in his words. “How’d you wind up all the way out here?”

“Umm, Lester sent me. Said to look for someone named Bo who had a tow truck. I crashed my car avoiding Jonesy here,” you said, reaching down to pet the dog who was now standing next to you. “But, she led me here so no hard feelings,” you joked.

“Well, you found ‘im,” he said, slipping the wrench in his pocket before taking off his hat, “And I did have a tow truck. As luck would have it, I’m tryna fix the damn thing right now.” He brushed his hair back with his hand before popping his hat back on.

You tried not to show your disappointment. Great. What the hell were you supposed to do now? “I see. . . Think it’s gonna be fixed any time soon?”

He gave you a half-smile. “Maybe—once I figure out what’s wrong with it. Thing just stopped on me.”

You weren’t sure what to do, hands resting nervously on your belt loops. “Well, uhh, think I could borrow a phone? I don’t have any signal out here.”

“Phone’s haven’t worked here in years,” he said, letting out a soft laugh. “Hell, this place ain’t even on the map anymore.”

You clicked your tongue. What now?

He noted your dismayed expression. “Hey—don’t make that face, honey. Have a little faith in me. I should have it good-as-new by tomorrow.”

You thought about your options—which weren’t many. The only thing you could think of was staying somewhere in this town until you could get your car towed, but who-knows how long it’ll be until it can be fixed, or if it can be. What then? Ask someone to drop you off at the nearest phone-booth? You were stuck. Still, you had to take it one thing at a time. First-things-first—”This town have a hotel?” you asked.

He stifled a laugh. “Sure—right next to the McDonald’s and the roller skating rink.”

So no. You shouldn’t have been surprised. You hadn’t seen but two people the whole time you were here—including the one you were talking to.

“There’s that frown again. Don’t worry about it. I’ve got a spare bedroom up at my place. Nothin’ fancy, but enough to get you through until I can get my truck runnin’.”

If you had a nickel for every time you met a kind stranger who offered you help despite not knowing you or having any reason for doing so, you’d have two nickels. Which wasn’t a lot, but it’s weird that it happened twice today.

That feeling of anxiety bubbled up again. “I don’t want to intrude—”

He waved you off, walking past you to open up the door. “What’d I say about worryin’ about things? C’mon. I’ll show ya. The room’s got a lock on it in case yer scared I’ll try somethin’.”

“No, that’s not what I meant, I just—” he cut you off, giving your head a gentle pat as you walked out behind him.

“Just teasin’, sweetheart. I ain’t gonna mess with ya.”

You let out an awkward laugh. You certainly didn’t feel safe staying in a stranger’s home, but followed him, nonetheless, listening as he described the few places you passed on the way. Jonsey trailed next to you, bumping your leg every once-in-a-while. At least you had another girl with you—sort of.

Another girl. . . A sudden thought struck you. If something happened to your friend around here, she probably ended up here at some point.

“Hey, sir,” you said, causing him to slow down and match your pace. He walked beside you. “Was there a woman here any time in the past two weeks? Long blonde hair, brown eyes, attractive and also probably drunk?”

“Two things, honey. One—just call me Bo. I ain’t yer teacher. And two—we haven’t seen anybody in at least a month ‘til you showed up. Sorry. I’ll keep an eye out, though.”

You nodded. “Thank you, sir—err, Bo. For all of this. I was an idiot coming out here alone.”

“‘S’not so bad? Ya ran into me, didn’t ya?”

You laughed. “I guess I did. Y’all are good people. Thank you.”

“You can quit thankin’ me—I ain’t even done anything yet.”

You didn’t reply and the rest of the short walk went in silence. You glanced beside you to look at him—Bo. This whole town was bizarre, and you wondered how he wound up here. You figured he had to be born here. You doubted this place was booming in the immigration industry.

Still, you didn’t pry, and before you knew it you reached a house. He reached into his pocket, grabbing a key and sticking it in the lock. You heard a click and the door swung open with a creak. Jonesy quickly trotted inside, vanishing behind a door frame.

“It’s dark in here—old house ‘n all. Lights don’t work like they used to. Just watch yer step.”

You nodded, but almost as soon as you entered, your foot clipped against a stray shoe, and you let out a gasp as you tripped forward, bumping into Bo. Luckily, he’d turned around to shut the door behind the two of you and he steadied himself in time, arms wrapping around you to stabilize you.

You were met with the smell of gasoline and oil as your face pressed against his chest. You quickly held your hands out, pushing against him as you backed up. Your face burned.

“Careful, now,” he chastised, hands moving to rest on your shoulders. He moved a finger to tuck underneath your chin, pulling your head upwards to look at him. He smirked. “Wouldn’t wantcha gettin’ hurt. ‘Specially that pretty face.”

“Sorry,” you stuttered out, eyes avoiding his gaze. “Didn’t mean to bump into you.”

“Never said you did,” he teased, winking before turning back around after shutting the door. The whole house was engulfed in darkness. “Now c’mon. I’ll show you the guest room. If you can make it there without killin’ yerself.”

Face burning from his teasing, you didn’t reply, too embarrassed. Your hands were out on either side, trying to feel for the walls. He carried on confidently, seemingly used to the dark hallways. Finally, he stopped at a room, swinging it open. Light flooded in through a window, and you spotted a few matching furniture pieces along with a small bed with floral bedding. It was cute. And also dusty. Like it hadn’t been used in years. You supposed they didn’t have many guests.

“Make yerself at home, sweetheart. I’ll be back. I’m gonna wash up. Want any coffee, tea?”

You shook your head. “No, thank you.”

“Alright. Bathroom’s down the hall if you need me.”

You nodded, watching as he turned and vanished down the hall. You took a seat on the cozy bed, bedding sinking underneath you. You felt a thin layer of dust coat your hands when you pressed into the fabric.

Deciding to do a little cleaning, you stood back up before grabbing the blanket and sliding it off the bed, shaking it off as you held it out in front of you. You watched the dust fly off, floating in the air as it caught the window light. You scrunched your nose. It was a solid minute of shaking before no more dust fell, and once you were content, you lowered the blanket back down, only to scream.

In front of you was a man—a tall and strange man, with long black hair and a pale mask covering his face, mimicking his features. He stared at you, a clay-working tool in his hand as he stood in the doorway.

He took a few steps forward, leading you to toss the blanket back on the bed and scramble away, shooting past him and running down the hall.

“Bo!” you screamed, spotting the door in which steam was cascading out from under. He must’ve been in the shower. You knocked on the door hurriedly. “Bo! There’s someone else in the house!”

You heard the running of water shut off, followed by the sound of the door creaking open.

You stared at the wet face of Bo, hair drenched and dripping down, splattering against his bare chest and shoulders. “What’s all the fuss?”

You almost forgot why you knocked before realizing the stranger still lurked just out of arm’s reach, standing down the hallway. You looked on the verge of tears.

“There’s a man,” you said, pointing a finger down the hallway.

Bo opened the door wider to peer out, spotting the looming figure, still clutching his tool. He rolled his eyes, frowning.

“Vincent! What do you think yer doin’, scaring her like that! She’s our company. Now get outta here and make yerself useful! Start dinner.”

The masked man didn’t reply, only tilting his head slightly. His shoulders were slumped like a child scolded. He began to lift a hand, but Bo’s glare stopped him.

“What are ya, deaf? I said get to makin’ dinner! And feed Jonesy, too.”

The lumbering man turned around slowly, making his way back down the hallway and away from you. You let out a sigh, hand on your chest.

“Didn’t think to tell ya about him—that’s my brother. Doesn’t get out much. Hell, I don’t see him most of the time—he’s always workin’ on something up in that house of wax.”

You had no idea what he was talking about but hummed in acknowledgement, anyway. As long as you weren’t in danger, you didn’t care.

“It’s okay, just scared me,” you said. You stepped away from the door. “I’ll let you get back to your shower. Sorry.”

“Don’ worry about it. Yer my company—I’m here to help ya. Need anything else or he becomes a pain in the ass, just holler.” With that, he shut the door again, though not enough to click it shut. “I’ll leave it open just in case,” he said with a wink.

You forced yourself to turn away from the slit in the door, instead nodding. You trotted back to the guest room, but spotted Jonesy turning a corner and decided to follow. You’d rather hang with her than be alone.

You wound up in a living area and kitchen, seeing the dog curled up on a well-used couch. You started to make your way over but paused when you spotted the masked man in the kitchen, large figure reaching to grab some spices from the cabinet. He carefully seasoned a pot of something on the stove.

You didn’t know if you should say anything, and so sat silently down next to Jonesy, giving her a few pets.

Without hesitation she clambered onto your lap, and though you couldn’t breath nearly as well now, you forced yourself to remain still as she made herself comfortable. You weren’t about to disturb her.

You absentmindedly combed through her fur, eyes closing as you leaned against the couch.

You hadn’t even realized you’d fallen asleep until you awoke to Jonesy clambering off of you, tail wagging as a metal bowl was placed down in the kitchen.

You opened your eyes, looking around. You spotted Bo and Vincent in the kitchen behind you, talking about something you weren’t close enough to hear. Lester was there, too, though he was preoccupied with feeding Jonesy, who was digging into some kibble.

The smell of warm spices filled your nose, and you stood up from the couch, slowly walking towards the kitchen.

“Hey, sleepin’ beauty,” Bo commented, leaning against the kitchen counters as he shooed Vincent away. “Have a nice nap?”

Your cheeks burned. “Sorry.”

“Don’ apologize, you didn’t do nothin’ wrong. In fact, Vince just finished cookin’ up dinner. Take a seat.” He pulled out a worn chair from the dining table, gesturing for you to sit down. You thanked him with a nod.

“You guys are the perfect picture of southern hospitality,” you said, watching as a plate of wonderful smelling chili was placed in front of you. “Glad I stumbled onto the good kind of strangers.”

The others took their seats, and you couldn’t help but wonder if Vincent would remove his mask. Maybe he was self-conscious about something? You’d been there.

Bo and Lester each let out a laugh. “We’re far from angels,” Bo quipped, sticking a spoon in his chili. “But it’s nice to have some company around. Well, company that’s not a douchebag.”

“Well thanks for having me,” you replied, lifting your utensil to your mouth. It was seasoned beautifully, and you had to stop yourself from slurping the whole bowl down, taste warm and homely on your tongue. “This is really good,” you complimented. “You’re a good cook, Vincent.” You nodded in the direction of the man.

He made no move to touch his food, mask still firmly on his face. You frowned. “Are you alright?”

“He’s a shy bastard,” Bo chimed in. “Hates to be seen without that mask on.”

“Is it because I’m here? I can go somewhere else if you’re—”

Bo cut you off. “You don’t gotta do that. He’s just a baby. He’ll get over it.”

You shot Vincent a sympathetic look. It seemed like Bo was the one in charge of things. You wondered if that contributed to his secluded attitude.

“He made the food,” you replied. “I’d just hate for him to not eat because of me.”

“He’ll live.”

You went back to eating, but occasionally looked to the quiet brother, still sitting frozen in his seat, fiddling with his long sleeves.

“So,” you started, “What’s this house of wax that you mentioned earlier? Like a wax museum?”

“Pretty much,” Bo replied. “The whole damn thing’s made a’ wax. Somethin’ of an engineering miracle. Not that anybody comes ‘round to see it anymore.”

“Could I see it sometime?”

“Vincent’s up there all the time. Sure he won’t mind if you tag along. Hmm?”

You watched as the pair stared at each other until Vincent finally nodded gently.

“It’s a little late for it tonight, but you can go up there tomorrow. I’ll see if I can get my tow truck up n’ runnin’.”

You nodded in agreement, pausing as a yawn left your lips. “Sorry. Been a long day, I guess,” you said, covering your mouth with your hand.

“Don’ worry about it. Go ‘head and get to bed. We’ll clean up, darlin’.”

You wanted to argue, but suddenly felt too tired to do so, barely able to support yourself as you stood from the table shakily. You wobbled only a few feet before collapsing onto your knees.

Lester got up, hand on your back. “‘Ey, you alright?”

“‘M fine. . .” you slurred, vision going black. “Just. . . tired. . . “

With that, you slumped completely forwards, leaving Lester to pull you against him.

“That worked fast,” Bo commented, standing up from the table. He kneeled by you, hand sneaking into your back pocket to pull out your phone. He stashed it away in his own pocket. “Put ‘er in the spare bedroom. But don’ be rough with ‘er.”

Lester did as told, Jonesy whining behind him as he carried you down the hall.

Vincent remained seated, eyes glued to his brother’s back as he left with you in his arms. He turned to look at Bo, head tilted. He didn’t speak, but it was obvious he wanted an answer.

“What? I ain’ gonna kill this one. I like ‘er. ‘sides. Might be nice with a lady around here.”

Vincent sighed underneath his mask. Something about you intrigued him, but unfortunately, it seemed like his brothers had that same feeling.

He just hoped you’d stay with them willingly. He would hate for more drastic measures to be taken.

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fallenangelblade · 2 months ago

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WIP Wednesday

been really stuck on this idea of post-canon dean starting to feel like he's being psychologically tortured in his afterlife and becoming convinced he has to escape. so I started writing it! here's a little snippet of what I have so far:

Dean spends a lot of time driving.

It takes some getting used to, at first. There’s no road maps in Baby’s glove compartment, no cell phone with GPS by which to navigate. He’s always had a keen sense of direction, though. So his first time out, he takes a right out of the long driveway that leads back to his little cabin and just drives aimlessly for a bit, trying to get his bearings.

It doesn’t take long to realize that regardless of where he turns, the road takes him wherever he wants to go. Or, if he doesn’t have anything specific in mind, it just goes. There are no mile markers or recognizable landmarks, just endless, empty, two-lane highway, and his beloved car, eating up the pavement beneath her tires, odometer never changing, tank never anything other than full. When he feels ready to head home, whichever turn he takes next spits him right back out on his own street.

The time passes strangely on the road. The first time he drives to visit Charlie, he pops in a cassette tape. He’s bobbing his head along to a Stones song, and he arrives at Charlie’s little hobbit-y looking cottage just as the final guitar riff fades out. When Bobby suggests they go down to the Roadhouse to see Ellen and Jo and Ash, the drive takes exactly as long as Boston’s “Peace of Mind.” After a lifetime of cross-country trips in the driver’s seat, it’s a bit strange to suddenly arrive anywhere he wants within the perfectly timed duration of a single classic rock song.

But it’s Heaven, and it operates in cosmic dimensions that Dean is too small and human to perceive, so, whatever. Jack works in mysterious ways, Dean reminds himself.

He doesn’t know why it feels off.

It’s not that he’s suspicious, not really. The time spent behind Baby’s wheel is mostly pretty peaceful, as it was in life, and he’d rather cruise these weird, procedurally-generated roads for the rest of time than not be able to drive at all. No, he’s just a little curious about the mechanics of it all. So he starts paying attention.

He looks for seams, gaps, things overlapping where they shouldn’t, patterns that repeat. He keeps track of the turns he takes when he’s driving aimlessly, sometimes pulling a U-turn in the open road and trying to retrace his steps, but the turns are never the same going back. He makes four left turns in a row, figuring that if there’s any logic to the spatial plane here, he should end up back on the same stretch of highway he started on, or at least cross it at some point. When he still doesn’t recognize his surroundings, he keeps taking lefts, a never-ending spiral that disorients him so badly that by the time he winds back up at his cabin door, he almost feels dizzy.

Once, frustrated, he pulls over and climbs out of the car, shrugging out of his flannel as he walks towards the treeline. He ties its sleeves around the trunk of a small pine, giving it a bright red marker that he can clearly see from the road. When he drives off, he watches it in the side mirror until it disappears around the bend.

Every time he goes driving, he keeps an eye out for the tree with the red flannel. He never sees it again.

The scenery varies. Often, it’s wide open, flat plains that remind him of Kansas. Other times, dense forest, or winding coastal ridges, or steep mountain passes. Even when he’s headed to a destination he’s been to before, the path there is never quite the same. There doesn’t seem to be any rhyme or reason to it.

He’s in Heaven. It shouldn’t bother him.

Every once in a while, though, he’s overcome with this horrible feeling. A cold hand wrapped around the base of his spine, the kind of deep, creeping dread that gets every hair on his body standing straight up. It’s a frightening moment of unreality, the sudden feeling that if he turned around, there would be nothing there — just void.

It takes him back to being a kid again, whenever Bobby would send him down to his creepy basement to retrieve a new box of ammo or fresh bag of salt. The distance from the central overhead light to the door at the top of the stairs felt like it stretched for miles. He would always pull the chain and sprint up the stairs two at a time, never daring to look over his shoulder, lest the yawning, empty dark swallow him whole.

The first few times the feeling comes, he finds himself pressing down harder on the gas, his knuckles tightening around the steering wheel. He can sense it there, a hungry thing, opening its inky maw, nipping at the Impala’s tailpipe, and he takes the curves of the road hard and fast until, as quickly as the feeling arrives, it fades. Releases its grip on his lungs and leaves him breathless but ultimately unharmed.

Eventually, though, it starts to scare him less and less. He doesn’t speed up anymore, trying to outrun it. He begins to wonder what would happen if he let it catch him. If whatever darkness awaited him there would feel more like home than this supposed "paradise." He keeps pace, waiting for the shadow to overtake him. It never does.

He starts to wish it would.

Sometimes, he thinks he catches it in his periphery, a hint of that nothingness. A strange, blank, swath of grey, formless and dimensionless, like a video game running on an old computer without enough processing power for the environment to render properly. He imagines that if he turned his head fast enough, he might be able to glimpse it for just a moment before the divine machine caught its mistake and filled in the scenery.

But then he finds himself looking in the rearview, and all he sees is the road.

#wip wednesday #spn #spn fanfic #dean winchester #cass writes

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envysparkler · 1 year ago

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Hello, trick or treat! Thank you!

Still have no clue where this is going. Continued from part 4.

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Dick pushed himself as hard as he could, his bike zooming down the highway at as high a speed as it would go. His mind was whirring over everything he'd need, everything he'd have to do if Jason's whispered words were true.

"I didn't mean to." "I killed someone." "I didn't mean to."

Dick believed him. On both counts.

He'd turned off his access to Oracle, determined to complete the trip under a blackout. He had no idea what--who he'd find. It hadn't been Hood that had called him, it was Jason, so he was a civilian. Even as a civilian, Jason could handle himself just fine, so for there to have been a threat great enough that Jason had ended up resorting to murder...

It was Halloween. It wasn't impossible.

Clown. Dick couldn't swear he'd heard it, but if it was true--if Jason was telling the truth--

Dick gritted his teeth. As much as he'd like to gun the throttle, the turn off to Gotham was coming up and he couldn't be of much help to his little brother as a smear on the side of the road. Impatience and worry battled as he was forced to lower speeds while driving through the city proper, heading straight for Jason's apartment.

He saw the flashing lights before he got there. A whole swarm of them, plus SWAT teams in riot gear. Crying children, several still dressed in costume.

Dick stashed his bike in a nearby alley and took to the rooftops. It looked like half a precinct was filtering in and out of the building, wearing looks of shock. He even caught sight of Commissioner Gordon, looking wearier than normal as he listened to a report.

Oh, Little Wing, Dick thought, heart aching, what happened?

There was no way to get inside the building without being seen, so Dick didn't bother. The first cop to spot him jumped and let out a little shriek and Dick immediately found himself the target of several weapons.

Dick slowly raised his arms. This was trigger happy, even for the GCPD. "I come in peace," Dick said lightly, fingers wrapped around a flashbang as he idly scanned the stairwell for cover.

The cops exhaled and lowered their weapons. "Good, you're here," one of them said, surprise turning swiftly to annoyance. "The Commish's been trying to get ahold of one of you for a good fifteen minutes."

That was strange. As far as Dick was aware, the Bats should still be on patrol. He was tempted to reopen his line to Oracle. "What happened?" he asked, antsy and disliking it.

The cop maneuvered him through the mess of people--most of whom seemed to be gawking rather than doing anything else, several whispering excitedly to their companions. Dick saw more looks of dark relief and celebration than the horror and grief he was expecting.

"Well," the cop led him straight to Jason's apartment door, swung open into a well-lit apartment that the cops were crawling through. Dick was so preoccupied staring at the apartment, heart stuck in his throat, that it took him a moment to spot the dead body.

It was faceup, most of its face obliterated by what looked like a gunshot to the head, but what looked like clown makeup underneath it. Purple suit. Green hair.

On any other day of the year, Dick would be 100% sure who the dead body was. On Halloween?

"We got the lab techs on rush job to ID the body, but we figured you guys would want a look at it too," the cop explained. There was crime scene tape set up but it kept being jostled as people came up for a look.

"And the apartment?" Dick asked, keeping his voice even from sheer force of will.

"Abandoned," the cop shrugged. "No gun, and no one there. They're trying to dig up the records to figure out who lives there."

Dick had to close his eyes.

Oh, Little Wing, what happened?

#envy answers #trick or treat #joker halloween

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liamgallaghermpreg · 1 year ago

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route 70 blues

When I was little, Dad taught us how the highways go: evens from east to west and odds from north to south. Starting up in Boston there's Route 90, all the way to Seattle. And then the 5 from the border at Blaine, through Seattle and down to the border at Chula Vista. Route 80 from New York, Route 70 from Maryland. And so on and so forth.

Route 70 was my favorite. There's an exit in Breezewood, Pennsylvania, and it looks like every exit on the east coast, but it was special to me because it had a McDonalds that Dad was always willing to stop at. Those were the days that you’d get the little slip that would tell you how much to pay based on which exit you were taking and there was a toll booth at Breezewood. I used to get a kick out of telling Dad how much he owed. Dean would never let me put one of those EZ-passes on Baby’s windshield, and now I just keep a couple $20s in the glovebox or pay the bills when they come in the mail. The car’s registered to a real address now.

We spent a lot of time on Route 70. Straight through a couple flyover states and ending in Utah. When Dean and I would play the alphabet game, we’d race to see who could spot the Zanesville, Ohio water tower first to get the Z and win it all. We would bet stupid shit on winning that game: who would have to clean Dad’s Colt next, who would have to cast iron bullets next. Who would have to make the beds at the next motel that would be home. That sort of thing.

But the main thing I remember about Route 70 was the way the sun would shine through the windows of the Impala once we’d get out of the green of the Kansas City suburbs and before we’d get into the Rockies. There was this little stretch where the fields turned tan with dead corn and wheat, and we’d stopped in a town called Burlington to sleep for the night on our way to a case in Moab.

It's a postage stamp town. There was a truck stop called Love’s and a motel named for the town, which was where we’d fueled up and then bedded down. I must’ve been about newly 16, Dean 20 and full of false-bravado. Dad was letting him go off on solo hunts more and more often by then, but he and I were together in the car at the time. I had been a steady passenger in the front seat by that point. And I remember – the sun was shining, and there were no trees to dapple it, and it hit Dean’s face just right. His freckles were finally coming back out in the May warmth and his eyes looked almost clear. He had a little grin on his face, the right side of his mouth pulled up as he nodded along to CCR’s Cosmo’s Factory cassette. Ramble Tamble was the opening track on the B-side. I always bitched about Dean’s music taste, but I didn’t mind the swamp rock so much. And I liked Ramble Tamble, because it reminded me of us. Drifting. A big long guitar solo that made Dean smile and made me think about moving from town to town.

Back then, I hated the way we lived, but I liked that the way we lived was something just Dean and I understood. Something just for us. No matter how many kids I couldn’t make friends with in school, eventually I'd get back in the car with Dean. And down the road we’d go.

In Burlington, Colorado, I knew I was in love with Dean. I knew it in that moment with the sun shining, with Dean's hands tapping on the steering wheel and John Fogerty crooning along in the background. I knew it in the way we’d share the motel bed since Dad only ever got rooms with two queens, and I knew it in the way that Dean would clean the guns next even though he’d spotted the Zanesville water tower first.

I'd wanted to lean over and kiss him. Instead, I'd said, “This is the tape with Up Around the Bend on it, right? I like this one.”

And he'd said: “Sammy, you might have some good music taste after all!” It'd made my chest bloom, and I loved him. I’d hold that inside for another decade before I said anything, and by that point, we were both doomed.

— for @wincestwednesdays "americana"

#don't @ me abt the past participle vs past tense i HATE IT #wincest wednesday #wincest #spike words #ww ficlet

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witchthewriter · 2 years ago

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𝑴𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝑫𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒓𝒆 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍.

Paid story for @yourwinchesterbros. Word Count: 2k Warnings: swears, kidnapping, a lotta LOTTA violence, mentions of blood icon by @thatsness.

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A gun was pressed to your temple.

You breathed heavily and thought of everything you knew so far. They had Jax on the phone, you were pulled over on the highway without any cars driving by, the van was filled with three other men, one of them your darling date. They all had guns and you were still partially blindfolded… and incredibly tipsy.

Night had found it’s way to you, the stars bright and beaming. It was absolutely beautiful…except you couldn’t notice one bit. You could only feel the cold press of the gun’s mouth to your forehead. Like death itself was giving you a kiss. Whispering promises of your end.

- ✦ -

Jax put the phone on loud speaker and placed it in the middle of the table. The men had gathered round to listen, each sitting on whatever chair they could find. Or squatting to listen more intently.

“Am I speaking to Jax Teller?” The voice sounded, while Jax was hanging on the man’s every word, Chibs was trying to decipher noises in the background. There was nothing. No other voices, or sounds. Not even a car driving by. His mind ticked over.

“Yes, you’re speaking to Jax Teller,” Jax was trying to keep the desperation out of his voice. His arms crossed tightly across his chest, hands bunched into fists. Doing everything physically possible to keep the rage, the pain, the worry, inside.

“It was easy you know,” the voice replied, and Jax knew he was about to be taunted – he knew whoever this was, wanted him riled up. But he’d play along, because if this man was talking, then maybe he would let something slip. Even more importantly, it also meant if his attention was on Jax; then it wasn’t on you.

“What was?” Jax said through gritted teeth, his heart thumping wildly.

“Getting her into the van. She was more than happy to come home with another man.”

He heard your voice then, muffled but audible. “It was not easy getting me into the van!” Jax’s heart soared. Your fight was still there. Even in this fucked up situation. That was good. Really good. Because that meant you had hope.

But he heard movement and the hiss of words said away from the phone.

“Hey, hey!” Jax yelled, trying to get the attention back on him.

Like a dog to a whistle, the man pressed the phone to his ear and kept talking.

- ✦ -

Your words had been met with a sharp whack to face. Maybe if you hadn’t had so much to drink, your tongue wouldn’t be as loose. Or maybe it still would. Either way, you weren’t going to let this man spin the wrong story.

It was absolutely fine for you to want to have sex with another man. Your body is your own. A distraction from Jax was needed. You reminisced on the way your heart had broken. It hadn’t shattered like the poets had wrote, your heart was very much still there. But it was like someone had stabbed you straight through it and left the dagger there.

But now you felt utterly and completely stupid.

What had been a way to distance yourself from Jax, ended up being the way you were thrown right back in his path.

You listened, your legs tucked underneath you, as the man spoke. You let out a breath when he said he wanted money. So, this wasn’t just to get at Jax. It wasn’t retaliation.

This was about money.

Tears sprung to your eyes and you nearly cried from relief. But the man standing over you interpreted them differently.

“She’s crying now, just so you know. Your brave body-burner is crying,” he was mocking the both of you now. But you’d let him think what he wanted. Maybe if he thought you turned meek, you could use it to your advantage. You trusted Jax, but you needed to know that you could escape in somehow.

“Leave her be,” Jax snarled. God, he wanted to wrap his hands around the guy’s throat and squeeze until no air was left.

Chibs looked at Tig with alarm. How did he know she burned bodies? The guy … had been watching her. Just Zo? Or was it everyone? The guys? The old ladies…The kids? Chibs’ stomach churned but he didn’t let it show. He knew the position he held now. Second in command. Tig would’ve been that, but his love for Clay pushed him down a notch.

“Fine, fine. I’ll leave her alone, but I want something in return…”

- ✦ -

Juice’s fingers clicked and clacked on his keyboard, bringing up the coordinates. “It’s about a half hour’s ride.”

Jax ran a hand through his hair. His mind moving so fast he thought he might faint. This was what he feared, why he had denied you. He wanted to keep you as far away from him as possible, and that meant you’d be safe. Those that were close to him were targets.

He should’ve been smarter, he mentally berated himself. Shouldn’t have left you alone. When Jax let his emotions take over, something shitty always happened. He should’ve learnt by now.

“Even if we pull all the physical money we had, it still wouldn’t be enough for the fucker’s price,” Tig said, rubbing at his face.

Happy silently praying to his god, Please protect her. Keep her safe. Keep her from harm. Don’t let them hurt her. It was a strange relationship Happy had with religion. He knew what was good and what was bad, but he never thought what he did was as bad as what others did. And they still had god’s love. So, he must have it as well. And as long as god loved him, then surely the forgiving deity would answer this prayer.

“The banks would be too suspicious; a bunch of biker’s taking out money – they’d alert the coppers,” Chibs said. The guys already knew it, but having Chibs speak it out loud meant it was real.

For the first time in a long time, the clubhouse was completely silent. Even the croweaters had understood the message and flown away.

After a few beats of a heavy silence, Chibs spoke.

“…So, we fuckin’ fleece.”

- ✦ -

Time had passed but you had no idea how much. You were shaking, the temperature dropped at night, especially in the Fall. They hadn’t offered you anything; no water or blanket. Nothing for the bleeding wounds you had from when they forced you into the van.

Your shaking hadn’t ceased when the crickets stopped chirping, and the guy who was on watch, switched.

You huddled in your leather jacket, thankful that you were wearing jeans and boots. A scorpion had ran by your foot mere minutes ago. You watched it, nearing sober.

It was until the other fuckheads got out of the van that you knew hours had gone by. And shit…well shit was about to go down.

Their guns were pointed at you. Your heart skipped a beat, but you noticed one was still bleeding, and you smirked at him. The middle-aged man looked venomous, and he went to kick you, but his boss stopped him.

“Uh-uh-uh. No more injuries. The Prince’s orders.”

You balked. He still cares, you thought. You hadn’t consciously thought he’d stopped caring, but you were under the impression that he had. That Jax had removed you from his heart, and now you were only on professional terms. But that was far from the truth. So goddamn far.

It was still night, possibly around 3-4am and you still couldn’t see past the tree five feet in front of you. Your eyes drifted. It landed on the leader of this operation. The man with the plan.

You really looked at him then. And realised he was wearing a suit, even a tie. A thought popped in your head, of him wearing a bowtie. A red one with white spots. Maybe it was because you were so cold that your senses were dulled, or the liquor hadn’t fully left your system. But you let out a small laugh.

His gaze turned sharply to you, and you stopped. But the image didn’t go away. This man was a fucking clown. He spoke a big game, but you knew he was way over his head. You could tell by the shine of his shoes.

A real boss didn’t do the dirty work. That’s what his crew was for.

So, this guy had to be a newbie, you thought. Still staring at him.

- ✦ -

The bag of cash felt heavy in Tig’s arms.

It was a classic black duffle bag; however small, compact, and for good reason.

They had taken one of the vans; their bikes didn’t offer a lot of protection against bullets. Not like a vehicle did. Chibs, Tig and Jax were in the back, Juice was driving and Happy sat in the passenger seat. Bobby had gone over to Jax’s place, where Gemma was with the boys, just in case. The prospects were at the clubhouse, on watch.

They didn’t know this guy, and the fact that he knew about your job – well, it put the Sons on edge. It was Chibs’ order, Jax too in his head to think about anything else but getting to you.

“And you think this is gonna work?” Tig said, going to unzip the bag.

“If you stop fucking trying to open it, yeah. I think it will,” Chibs replied, halting Tig’s hand with his own.

“You think? Okay great you think, that’s just wonderful…” Tig said quietly, the Scotsman scowled, but ignored him.

“It’s gonna work,” Jax said definitively. There was no other option. No other way out of this. So, it had to work. He would make sure of it.

- ✦ -

Approaching you, Jax’s blue eyes landed on you and instantly they teared up. Gone was the master of deceit. The leader of a biker gang so revered. When he saw you there, bleeding and messed up, he broke.

But the tears of sorrow turned to tears of anger. And Jax remembered who the fuck he was. Where the fuck he was.

The desert.

Where no one could hear nor see what was about to happen.

The thugs stood around you, in a semi-circle, two had their weapons aimed at you, and two aimed at the Sons. Chibs had taken the bag from Tig and rearranged the money. “Canna trust you with anythin’,” he’d said as they exited the vehicle.

The crunch underneath their boots was the only thing you could hear. Your heart pumped wildly in your chest.

They were here. Really here. You had doubted them, you honestly had. Because who were you to them? Barely anyone important. Not family. You hadn’t known the club for long. Was this because of Jax’s feelings? He said he couldn’t go do it. Couldn’t be with you. But here he was, in the middle of nowhere, putting his club in danger. For you.

“You got the money?” The clown’s posture had changed as the Sons drew closer. His back straightened and his legs spread. Like he was trying to do a Superman pose. You nearly laughed, but knew this was definitely not the time.

Your almost lover yawned, and you glared. Hatred flaring. Without the drink, you realised he wasn’t as attractive as you thought.

Maybe getting kidnapped was a better option than waking up beside him …

“You get your money, after we get the girl,” Tig spoke.

“Not gonna happen.”

You noticed the lack of weapons. The Sons’ hands were empty. It had been apart of the deal, you knew that. But you thought they would’ve at least brought something…

The men’s concealing skills were much better than you knew. Because each had a gun tucked in the back of their pants.

And that’s how Jax knew he was up against a wannabe gangster.

They hadn’t checked the men for any weapons.

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zenosanalytic · 2 years ago

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Road Rage

Ok so here's the thing: people will say "driving the speed limit is unsafe", but why do they say that?

Because everyone around you is driving faster.

And why is everyone around you driving faster?

Because people will drive at the speed which feels "natural" for a road, and the lanes are wide and smooth and straight, with no obstructions to either side and open sky above("for safety"), all of which encourages fast driving. So why isn't that "Natural" speed the speed-limit instead?

For two main reasons:

in the US we use an absolutely moronic method for determining the "proper" speed for a road

because in the US we build fast(I mean 50+mph here but REALLY I should mean 30+mph) roads right through neighborhoods and commercial districts, which means entry/exits right onto that road from them and frequent traffic lights and the necessity of making allowances for ppl not in cars(ie peds and cyclists), and the official speed can only be so high through such areas and still meet US legal(note: NOT ACTUAL) standards for "safety".

So in the US we have a situation where the posted speed for EVERY ROAD(and Im just using the term generally in this post for all driving surfaces; streets, parkways, drives, highways, whathaveyou) is far lower than the road is built for, and people are just supposed to KNOW this even though no driving instructor teaches it, Know to ignore speed limits and match their speed to everyone else, but also if you drive like this and a cop sees you they can totally pull you over whether it's creating a safety issue or not(Im sure that doesn't lead to any sort of systemic abuse of authority or anything).

So the answer's simple and right at the top of the post; you drive "the speed of traffic" and you're safe, right?

WRONG! WRONG WRONG WRONGWRONGWRONG!!!!!!

But why wrong?

Remember the road features which determine "natural speed"? The wider, smoother, straighter and more open a road is, the faster people will drive on it. But it also makes them pay less attention cuz it's so "safe" and drive more recklessly cuz it's so "safe". THIS is how unsafe roads make "unsafe" drivers.

You can do everything "right". You can drive with traffic, signal early, attempt visual communication with other drivers, keep your eyes open and always concede the lane to those CLEARLY driving dangerously; do EVERYTHING they teach you in defensive driving... And you will STILL get rear-ended by someone looking at their phone too long behind you who didn't notice the light had turned red(on a road that never should have had even ONE traffic light on it in the first place, and which residential never should have been allowed to abut in the first place). You will STILL get t-boned by the guy who "always" blazes through that intersection because "nobody ever uses it". You will STILL find yourself on the business end of one of thousands of different potentially life-ending scenarios like this.

And it won't be because these people are "unsafe drivers" anymore than it will be because YOU Were going 50 in a 50 zone. It will be because we have a 50mph-rated road, built like a 75mph highway, right up against businesses and people's homes rather than being separated from them by frontage roads like it should be(not that US frontages are any safer), with no obstructions between them and ppl's backyard fences "for safety"(who cares if it makes it less safe for everyone not in a car), and not so much as partial turnoff lanes for entry and exit onto said highway-pretending-not-to-be-one. It will be because our roads are dangerous, our signage is wrong, and our laws are DESIGNED to be discriminatory and unsafe. It will be because our roads are dangerous on purpose.

If you are driving on US roads, you are in danger. Do what you feel is best to mitigate it, certainly educate yourself about that subject, but know that you will NEVER reduce that danger to a reasonable level. I belabor this because it's important that everyone understand the danger of US roads is not something anyone can fix or mitigate with their personal driving behavior. It is a political problem, and it must be fixed with political behavior.

So: Get involved. Educate Yourself on This Issue. Learn about candidates, what they have to say about road design, whose money is backing them, and then distribute your support accordingly. Meet people in your community and band together to go to city council meetings and have those of you who can speak in front of others complain about this at least once a week. "Road Safety" is one of the biggest public safety issues in the United States today. Carcentric civic design is LITERALLY KILLING US, in about half a dozen ways, and the Republican Party, as Fucking always, is not only dedicated to preventing us from fixing it, but dedicated to actively making it worse. I haven't even touched on increasing vehicle-size in all this. The idea of road deaths as anyone's personal failing, as someone's fault, distracts us into prisons and punishment and blaming victims, and away from doing what we need to do to actually stop road deaths from happening, which is Politics. The laws need to change or people will keep dying.

tl;dr: Roads should be narrower, rougher, built to be MUCH slower, crowded by trees, and much less common.

#zA Posts #zA Rants #Roads #Carcentric Design #Civic Infrastructure #Politics #US Politics #Road Discourse #Car Discourse #Rhetoric #cantankerous posts #zA's Inveterate Politicism

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wintercoatkiszka · 1 year ago

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Drops of Gold

howdy howdy all! this is my first foray into writing (good) fan fic and also writing to a prompt (flufftober) hopefully i can keep up but i hope yall enjoy this fluffy little drabble regardless :) wc: about 1.9k

You put the finishing layer of lipgloss on, smacking your lips together for good measure and turn around to face your roommate and best friend, who’s been waiting ever so patiently on the edge of the bathtub for you to acknowledge her.

“How do I look?” You ask, a slight panic underlying the simple question. “You look hot, I’m not going to lie,” She responds with a slow nod of her head. You do, to be fair, in a pair of thrifted, well worn jeans that you’ve cuffed along the ankles and a brown, velvet halter top that hugs your figure. You let out a huff and lean back against the vanity, tucking a stray piece of curled hair behind your ear.

“Yeah, bu-” Your protest is interrupted by a buzz from your phone, the screen lighting up with his name and a simple message reading ‘Here for you love’. A blush crosses your cheeks immediately and you shoot an apologetic glance back at your roommate who is looking at you expectantly. “I guess it doesn’t matter now. I’ll see you tonight?” You offer, half jogging out of the small bathroom and to the front door of your apartment where a pair of Doc Martins, a corduroy jacket and your small purse are waiting.

“Remember, don’t add to the population, take away from the population or end up in jail! Be safe, I love you!” Your roommate shouts from the bathroom and you can’t help but laugh as you hurry out the door to meet your date’s warm, running car.

Fall seemed to come early to town this year; the trees are already turning beautiful shades of red, orange and yellow, the weather refuses to bump any higher than seventy degrees and the neighbors have already begun to put out their harvest and Halloween decorations. It’s your favorite time of year and, over a pair of steaming mugs of seasonal coffee, you learned it’s also your new partner’s favorite season as well. Jake, beautiful Jake, with his shaggy brown hair and eyes that seem like they’ve seen much more than his twenty-seven years of life could have allowed him to see. He quickly enchanted you with his deep and profound comments and his sharp sense of humor and this is now the third unofficial date that the pair of you have been on.

Each starts just like this, you hustling to his car, still pulling on you jacket, the stupid grin on your face that you can’t ever seem to wipe off in time and him, looking, no observing, straight ahead, tapping his fingers in time to an ever changing classic rock song. You’ll get in the car and he’ll look over at you, a shy smile crossing his lips briefly before he turns down the music and shifts to face you.

“How is it that every time I see you, you manage to get even more beautiful than the last time we were together?” He asks, causing the blush to return to your cheeks and leaving you speechless. This time he’s dressed in a white buttoned shirt that has only been done up to about mid chest, the top two or three buttons undone and resting comfortably against his tan skin, and a pair of dark brown slacks. You smile at him, unable to come up with anything witty or clever to say back and he’ll just laugh softly to himself and put the car into drive.

Jake drives in a comfortable silence for about fifteen minutes before you begin to wonder where your date will be taking you this evening, the quaint buildings of the downtown area slowly giving way to trees as you enter the small forest that borders the town. “What have you got in mind for tonight?” You ask, tearing your eyes away from the picture-perfect trees all in different stages of turning colors to look at Jake, who just smiles and says, “You’ll see in but a moment, love.”

A few miles later, Jake guides the car into a pull-off on the side of the small highway and you look around for any clues that might tell you what is in store for this evening. He gets out of the driver’s seat and does a little half-run over to open the door for you, a quirk of his that you don’t mind too much. As you breathe in the crisp, fresh mountain air, Jake opens the trunk of his car, russles around for a few moments and then creeps around the opposite side of where you’re standing with a mischievous grin on his face. “I bet I can beat you in a race to the top of that hill,” He says, gesturing to a small hill a few hundred feet from the side of the road. “Ready go!”

With that, he takes off, trying to hide the items in his hands as he leaves you in the dust. Too stunned to speak, all you manage is an incredulous laugh before taking off after Jake, determined not to let him win. He seems to know his way around these woods, however, and, where you get stuck on thorny berry bushes and have to duck under branches, he seems to disappear up to the crest of the hill.

Once you arrive, out of breath and all the curl fallen out of your hair, he looks up from the ground, having set up a plaid blanket to sit on. “Oh, what took you so long? I was about to call out the search and rescue team.” He says, voice full of false concern.

“Whatever,” You reply, panting and taking a seat on the blanket next to him. “You are a piece of work Jake Kiszka.” Just then it hits you what Jake set up for the date. Sitting on the other end of the blanket is a picnic basket, a guitar you presume to be Jake’s and a bouquet of seasonally colored flowers. A small gasp leaves your lips and you look back over at him, that shy smile you love so much taking over his face. “Jake, you really didn’t have to do all of this! It’s beautiful!”

“No more beautiful than you darling,” He says, pulling the basket closer and taking out two glasses and a bottle of wine. After stuffing yourselves with premade sandwiches and grocery store sides, you lay your head on Jake’s lap as the two of you watch the trees blow in the wind below you. “You are truly incredible,” You mutter, locking eyes with him for just a moment. He lets out a huff of a laugh and leans forward to grab his guitar. “You play?” You ask, realizing how dumb of a question it was almost immediately after the words left your mouth. “Just a little,” Jake responds, not missing a beat as he begins strumming chords absentmindedly.

Turns out, ‘just a little’ means that Jake is probably the best guitar player you have ever heard and his singing voice is just as incredible, though he doesn’t do it in a boastful way. He sings soft and low and begins to get a far off look in his eyes, almost like he forgets that you’re even there. It’s amazing to witness and you can’t help but watch as his lips twitch along with the guitar when he isn’t singing and his eyebrows come together just enough to create one wrinkle of concentration. This man is a work of art, you realize slowly, reaching one hand up to tuck a strand of hair behind his ear. This seems to ease him out of his trance and he looks down at you, still strumming the guitar.

“Have I ever told you how ethereal you are?” He asks, setting the guitar to the side and reaching down to hold your hand with one of his own. “You remind me of the trees when they turn, actually. Though we marvel at their beauty year round, something about the way the sun hits their leaves in the autumn makes them even more awe inspiring.” You look out and realize that the sun is setting as he makes the comment and you do see what he means. The yellow leaves are becoming golden and, when a slight breeze causes them to rain down, it looks like golden drops are falling from the skies.

Jake shifts down so that you are laying on his chest and his brown eyes meet yours for a second as you watch a thought cross his mind. He leans in a little closer and smiles at you. “How lucky am I to have met you?” He muttered, taking in every feature of your face and running the backside of his fingers along your jawline. The sensation causes a wave of warmth to run through your body and a stream of electricity to run from where his perfect fingers touch your skin right to your brain.

“I could say the same thing about you Jake,” You respond quietly, taking his hand in yours and examining it. It looks soft from far away, but up close you can see where the callouses from guitar strings create texture and his bitten cuticles remind you that he is, after all, human as well. “That’s a bad habit, you know,” you say, running your fingers over the bitten nail beds. He just chuckles and looks down at your fingers which have similar marks. “Oh really?”

For a little while longer this continues, exploring the quirks of each other’s hands and any bit of skin that isn’t covered on this chilly afternoon. Eventually, his hand goes back to your jawline and you can see another thought cross his deep brown eyes. “Y/N…” He begins and then trails off, a blush covering his cheeks.

“Yes Jake?” You ask, focused on committing the shape of his nose to memory because there has never been such a perfect nose as this one.

“Can… Can I kiss you?” He asks quietly, nothing but sincerity and hope in his eyes when yours flash to meet them.

“Yes Jake, absolutely,” You say, propping yourself up and leaning in close. Your lips press together gently but firmly in a brief, chaste kiss. Each of you pull back and realize that something like that simply wouldn’t cut it and you lean in again with an eagerness that only real love can bring and it’s as if fireworks are going off in your brain. That feeling of warmth from earlier comes back in floods and you are no longer chilly in the autumn air.

Eventually, you both have to pull back for a breath and you look up at him, blushing like a schoolgirl. His cheeks are just as red as he looks down at you and a laugh erupts from his throat, suddenly, startling you both. You let out a similar laugh and it’s infectious for a few moments, neither of you quite believing what just happened. Jake clears his throat after the laughter has died down and looks at you, the grin on his face still a mile wide. “I’d like to do that again some time.”

“I would too.”

#flufftober 2023 #greta van fic #greta van fleet #jake kiszka x reader #first kiss

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idledreams4 · 1 day ago

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Unsweetened Lemonade- Chapter 3

Fandom: The Walking Dead (tv universe)

Pairing: Carl x Negan

Warning(s): Rick being a bad parent, slight angst, hurt/minimal comfort

Summary: Rick confronts Negan and attempts to bring Carl home, but the situation quickly spirals out of control. Rumor has it that maybe Negan's control overall is starting to slip, but some people aren't buying it.

Word count: 3.9K

Read it on Ao3 here

Chapters: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 [tba]

“Well, well, well. What do we have here? How’s it going Rick? You realize how big of a mistake you’ve made yet?” The soldiers posted in the yard were all watching Rick keenly, ready to draw their guns if needed, but with how many of them there are Negan was doubtful it would come to that.

“Hand Carl over and I’m willing to walk away like this never happened.” Carl felt Simon’s grip on his shoulder tighten. The gesture felt more threatening than protective, but it was also unnecessary. He had a purpose, if he tried to run back to his dad he would lose his chance at having Rick hear him out

“Let me get this straight, you came here alone, in the middle of a war, with no leverage and expected me to… what? Force your kid to go home with you? Out of the goodness of my heart? Maybe you’re stupider than I thought. Even if he did want to leave, and I was willing to let that happen, he makes a damn good bargaining chip, so I wouldn’t let him go without getting something in return.”

”Which you might get, Negan.” Before Rick could say anything else, Carl spoke up and tried to take a step closer to the railing, though he knew Simon wouldn’t let him get too far. “Dad, if you just hear me out we can end this war without any more bloodshed”

“Carl…” Rick could feel his heart drop as Carl stepped forward. He still didn’t want to believe this was possible. There’s no way; he and Lori had raised Carl better than this, his son would never take the side of a monster like Negan.

“Dad, please, just listen” He expected that Rick wouldn’t want to, but he needed this to work. If this failed, he didn’t even want to think about what fates lied in store for himself, or Alexandria, or the other communities.

“You might want to do what he says, Rick. If this all goes well enough, I might even let him walk out that gate to you.” Negan was bluffing, of course, but it was one way to get Rick to listen up.

“Negan wasn’t lying, dad, I came with him willingly. I figured it was the only way you’d listen. If you’re willing to end this stupid war here and now, nobody else has to die.”

“Even if Negan wanted to negotiate a peace, he’s missed his chance. We’ve been through this, the only way we get peace is if The Saviors surrender and he dies.” there was a pause, like he was considering something “although, maybe I can reconsider if you let me take Carl back to Alexandria.” Carl knew it was bullshit, and Negan could tell too. He wasn’t going to fall for something so obvious.

“Clearly you’re overestimating your position here, Rick. This isn’t a negotiation. You can either listen, agree to a peaceful resolution, and possibly leave with your son, or you can turn that truck around and get back to the ashes of your community.”

“The saviors aren’t bad people, dad. They only attacked us after you attacked them. If you hadn’t attacked the satellite station, none of this would even be happening. Negan was just defending his people, no different from what you wanted to do.” Carl’s eye was focused on his father, his hands gripping the railings as if they were the only thing keeping him on his feet. He needed Rick to come around, failure was not an option here.

“How can you stand there, beside them, and try to blame me for this Carl. You think Glenn and Abraham’s blood is on my hands? He is the one holding the bat, Carl. He wasn’t “looking out for his people” he was slaughtering ours!”

“He only killed them because of your massacre. He didn’t even know you were responsible for the highway thing, remember? Sure, he’d probably have run into us eventually, but we could have worked with them if you hadn’t been so insistent on wiping them out! Negan, The Saviors, they protect two or three times the people that we do! Those families don’t matter any less than the ones behind our walls.”

“But do they matter more than your own? Think about your sister, Carl. Do you want to see her grow up in a world where we're constantly looking over our shoulders? Because as long as Negan is alive that's how it'll be. We can't trust him.”

“But we can! We can expand Alexandria, open our doors to some of their people. We can all live and work together as one community. We don't have to keep fighting!”

“Negan, come in” A voice crackled through the radio, interrupting Carl before he could explain the full scope of his vision “We've got more people from Alexandria out here”

“Don't tell me you really thought you could sneak your little friends in, Rick. You'd have been better off just bringing ‘em with you.” Negan sneers “How many?”

“A small group, 4. Probably all they could spare. We were able to ambush them, disarm them. What do you want us to do?” “Just sit tight Arat, keep ‘em there for me until further notice.”

Before another word could get out, Rick drew his gun, aiming straight at Negan. Carl nearly lost his balance as Simon pulled him back from the railing, the feeling of a muzzle pointed at his own head only registering once it was too late. All the soldiers in the yard aimed their own weapons at Rick. He turned this into a suicide mission. Or maybe that was the plan this whole time. Both Rick and Negan looked to Simon when he drew his gun, and it was clear that Negan was neither happy nor ok with the move, but it was too late for the lieutenant to take it back.

“You can only shoot one of us, Rick. You take that shot at Negan, and not only will every gun here fire on you, but Carl here won’t even get to see your body hit the ground, and then I’ll send word to our friends at the roadblock to have yours executed. Alternatively, you can shoot me and pray I don’t pull the trigger as I go down, but the outcome will be the same for you and your friends.” Negan temporarily masked his anger towards Simon, focusing on the bigger problem at hand, but it was clear that inside he was fuming. “Simon is right, Rick. And I know that if you don’t kill him, he won’t stop with the folks at the roadblock. He’ll be marching all these fine people before you back to Alexandria’s gate and finishing off your people. So you win, a peace agreement is officially off the table. Put the goddamn gun away, or everyone dies.”

Rick held his stance, finger hovering over the trigger. He knew it was suicide, but at least Negan would be dead. Only it wasn’t just suicide. He’d be taking everyone else with him. Reluctantly, he dropped his arm, shifting his gaze from Negan, to Simon, to Carl, and back. “Kill him if you want, he’s chosen his side. But I’m not leaving until you tell whoever’s at that roadblock to let my people go.” While Negan chattered over the radio, Rick turned to his son one last time “You know I can’t let you come back to Alexandria, right? Even if you were to change your mind about all this, and either snuck away or convinced Negan to let you go, I won’t be able to trust that you’re not just coming back to spy for him. So I hope you said your goodbyes before you left Carl.”

Carl barely heard it when Negan asked him for a moment alone with his Lieutenant, he had been ready to take off the moment they were back inside the building. Adrenaline was pumping through his veins, his heart pounding in his ears, and his mind racing with thoughts. Thoughts about home, about Judith, about his future. What would Negan do with him now that he had failed to negotiate a peace? For all he knew, Negan kept Simon back to discuss the best place or way to kill him. He knew Negan had zero tolerance for screw-ups, so surely he wouldn't have much of a future here. But if Rick wasn't going to take him back, where could he go? Would Hilltop or The Kingdom even take him? Was there anything left of them? Or had Negan burned them the same night as Alexandria due to their allegiance? And what was going to happen to Judith? He had done more to raise her than Rick at this point. And what would Rick tell her? Would she even ask about him? Would she remember her big brother as she grew up? He hoped so, considering how close they were, but who knows… Carl was moving through the sanctuary on autopilot, too focused on getting away. But he made it to his apartment and shut the door firmly behind him, as though it would block out all his thoughts. Amazingly it somewhat did, as he took a deep breath once it was shut and tried to clear his head so he could think about all this rationally. One thing at a time. As much as he wanted to be thinking about his own fate, after Rick's mention of their family his mind just wouldn't leave Judith. So, he took a seat on his bed, staring out the window, which he was pretty sure faced the direction of Alexandria. He couldn't help but wonder if Negan did that on purpose. He tried to see if he could find whatever was left of the town off in the distance, but to no avail. He wondered who Judith was with. He wasn't there, Rick wasn't there, Michonne was either off somewhere or leading the effort to rebuild in Rick's absence. Maybe Judith was with Olivia. He knew Rick wouldn't try to neglect her, but he also knew that was likely what was going to happen. At least for the next few weeks. He’d become so withdrawn after they lost Lori, he couldn’t imagine how his dad was going to act having lost him too. The bandages on the table beside his bed caught his eye, another reminder of home. He couldn't even call it that anymore. The longer he looked at them the more he felt he'd made some mistake, wondering what he'd done so wrong to land him in this position. He got up to finally throw the old bandages out. No way Negan was letting him put them back on, so there was no point holding onto them. He only got to sit back down for a few more moments, not even long enough for a new train of thought to come to mind, before the door opened. He didn't turn to look at Negan right away, but he listened as the door closed behind him. Rather than coming to Carl though, he went to the sink. The sound of the faucet running finally got Carl to turn around.

The water running off Negan’s hands had a reddish tint to it, and as far as Carl could tell it wasn't his own blood.

“Don't worry about it kid, he's alive. But hopefully a wiser man. He's never pulling a gun on you again without a good fucking reason and my say-so, that's for damn sure.” That statement did nothing to put Carl at ease. The fact Negan had been punishing Simon for his actions was good to know, but it didn't mean he was in the clear. His uncertainty, and maybe even fear, must have been written all over his face, because once Negan looked his way, his whole demeanor shifted. “Sorry. Guess I didn't do a great job of implying I'm never gonna give that order unless you really do something to screw me over. But what happened today, with your dad, that was not your fault. I told you already I didn't have faith it would work, and I am never going to blame you for someone else failing to be reasonable.” He waited, hoping for some kind of response from Carl, but he didn't get one so he continued. “It's messed up what he did. I know how easy it can be to forget you're just a kid, but kicking you out of your community is just cruel. Especially considering he’s your dad. I did hope you could go back one day. Your little speech earlier even got me believing maybe that “better world” of yours was possible. You probably don't want my advice right now but I'm gonna give it to you: burn the shit you're wearing from Alexandria. They don't want you back, so it's best you just put it behind you. The more you have around to remind yourself of them, the harder it’ll be to move on.”

“Just go, Negan” Carl hoped he couldn't see the tears prickling at his eyes. His last words hit a nerve, though he knew he was right. “Leave me alone.”

“Ok, ok, I get it, you need some time. Just, think about it at least.” He got up off the bed, leaving Carl “I'm gonna have someone come get you for dinner later. Just keep in mind, tomorrow's gonna be a fresh start for you. You're one of us now kid, the sooner you let go of all the shit that's led you to this point the easier the transition is gonna be.”

“I told you to get the hell out!” Carl snapped “You don't get to tell me to just move on from my family!”

Negan raised his hands in surrender, leaving Carl's room, and softly shutting the door behind him, giving the boy the space he needed. Rick and Negan's words both echoed around his head. One thing was undeniable, Alexandria was off the table. As much as he hated it, he did need to move on, and there was no reason to delay that fresh start. He was going to keep worrying about Judith, sure, but the sooner he embraced his role here, the sooner he could figure out how to either get back into Alexandria, or worst case scenario maybe bring her here. He didn't like it. But if the fight stayed on its current trajectory, his only hope for that better life might be building one as a Savior. But that was a last resort, and one he couldn't even believe he was considering.

The air on the factory floor was tense as The Sanctuary’s occupants gathered, waiting for Negan to make his appearance. The lieutenants and outpost-heads stood on the catwalk overlooking the factory floor, watching as the uneasy crowd gathered below. In a rare occurrence even the soldiers and Negan's wives were to be present for the address, signalling to the workers that this was far from the usual announcements Negan would make. Nobody dared speak though, not even in low murmurs and anxious whispers, the factory floor was silent, it felt as though the entire Sanctuary was holding its breath in anticipation.

After what felt like an eternity, footsteps could be heard echoing through the adjacent hall, reverberating through the metal grate of the catwalk. Everyone lowered themselves to their knees, heads bowed, as though it were a king about to address them.

“On your feet,” the command rang out across the factory floor, prompting those below to bring their full attention up to their leader. Lucille swung idly by Negan's side as he approached the center of the catwalk, his paces slow and deliberate. However, he did not stop center stage, as he usually would, he continued onward, slowly pacing just behind the railing as he spoke, “As you all know by now, we have found ourselves at odds with a nearby community.” Negan’s booming voice filled the room, replacing the silence with something far heavier. He never discussed things like this with the masses, details about conflicts were irrelevant to them and decreased general morale, so why would he be sharing any of this? “They struck first, taking the lives of far too many of your brothers and sisters. Despite this, I offered them a chance to work with us, to pay back their debts in service, and even sweetened the pot by offering our protection. Recently, they have refused this, and have decided to now take up arms against us.” Negan now paused, taking a deep breath, as though to prepare himself for the delivery of the next bit of information, before finally turning to address the crowd head-on. “This community has declared war, and managed to drag a few others into its foolish battle. Even with the help of their neighbors we do outnumber them, and thanks to the good work our munitions factory is doing: we have more than enough firepower to take them all out. This morning one final attempt to negotiate peace was made, but the leader of this crusade has refused. Now, you all know I'd rather not have to trouble you with this information, but I wanted to make sure you all understood a few changes that we now have to make. Because of this war, we aren't getting near as much supply as we usually would, so we will have to ration what we do have a little more carefully. We may also have to call on a few more of you to train as soldiers. I want to assure all of you that it is a great honor to contribute to the peace we have sustained until now, and to protect those within the walls of our Sanctuary. Anyone who volunteers will be rewarded, and their family will reap the benefits as well, you know this. I want to make sure you are all crystal-fucking-clear on the fact that we are going to win this war. The Alexandrians do not have faith in their leader, which is going to be their downfall. One of them has even come to us and joined our ranks. So have faith, The Saviors will prevail, just as we always have, and The Sanctuary will stand. When this is all said and done, we may even have a brand new outpost that will be able to provide even more to us. But, in the meantime, we need to prepare, so all of you: get back to work.” Negan turned around as the soldiers began to file out of the factory, his face immediately falling. “Eugene, come with me, the rest of you should know what you're doing”

As Negan exited with Eugene, Dwight exchanged a troubled look with Simon. He looked past his colleague as he noticed Negan’s wives coming up the stairs, Sherry ahead of the others, he took a step toward her but held himself back from approaching. This was neither the time nor the place. She must have thought the same thing, because she never even glanced his way.

After one last check that the hallway was clear, Sherry shut the door behind her and turned to face the other women. “Negan's in a meeting with Eugene, I don't know how long we have, so let's keep this short.” Most of the wives gathered around, though Tanya and Amber situated themselves at the bar, an uneasy tension hanging in the air between the six women. Negan's announcement had been strange, in fact everything Negan had been doing for the past few days had been strange. Simon, his right hand man, having a broken nose and a few bruises hadn't gone unnoticed either. Something was off, and Negan's wives were all aware of it.

“Personally, I think this whole thing is pretty straight forward,” Tanya piped up, “Negan is screwed. He knows it too.” She waved over Amber to hand out drinks to the others before continuing. “We've all seen how he's been acting for the past few weeks. He's going to lose the war, and let's all be honest here, despite what he says he is probably the one who started it. Not everyone is going to let him bully them into submission. It's about time someone out there stood up to him. He's also probably not going to survive very long after he loses, so why don't we celebrate?”

“I think Tanya is right guys” Amber chips in, sensing some hesitation from the others “in a few weeks, maybe even just days, we're going to be done with Negan, done with this prison, all of it.” Her smile widens as she hands a drink to Sherry, “Just think, soon you'll be able to be with Dwight again. You won't have to sneak around any more” Sherry sighs, reluctant to share in Tanya and Amber's optimism

“There might be some truth to what you guys are saying, Dwight says Simon even wants to jump ship at this point, but I don't think celebrating so early is a good idea. Frankie and I have both seen Negan recover from worse situations than this one. Tanya, you even started out on the other side of something like this. He practically took you as a trophy. You should know that this isn’t over till it's over.”

“I'm with Sherry. I don't think we should celebrate. You're all aware of the kid he brought here? Well Simon pretty much took a beating just for threatening him. Negan’s going to use him to get the upper hand in this fight”

“Back up, how do you know that's what happened to Simon? For all we know Negan just got tired of his antics.” Tanya was clearly skeptical, and likely looking for any hole in Frankie's reasoning that she could use to discredit her and convince everyone else that there was nothing to worry about.

“I overheard the fight, that's how. I kept out of sight, obviously, I'm not stupid. But I could hear them. We can all agree Negan’s been acting strange, but he sees something in the kid, and he wouldn't have fought Simon if he didn't honestly think he had some hope of winning this war.” Frankie just shook her head. Sherry nodded along though.

“He has been paying more attention to Carl. Pretty sure he's treating him better than he does us. Which, in most respects, is a high bar to clear.”

“You do have a point there.” Amber begrudgingly agreed. “It seemed like he couldn't go a day without screwing at least one of us, but… hang on, has he even come in here in the last 24 hours? Not that I'm complaining, but him not even stopping in here once is more than a little odd”

“He hasn't come to see us as frequently because he's panicking. He's just putting on a strong front so that nobody can see how close to the end we all are. Some 16 year old isn't going to change the tide of the war. Trust me. The end is just on the horizon ladies, a new dawn is approaching.” Before anyone else could interject, Tanya raised her glass, “let's all drink to Negan’s downfall, yeah?”

“to Negan’s downfall” Amber nodded, raising her glass as well

Sherry and Frankie, although reluctant, also raised their glasses just to get the others to drop the subject, but they shared a look that carried a silent promise to investigate further and figure out how good Negan’s odds of winning actually were.

As the women settled into more casual, but still optimistic, chatter, a whistle from down the hall quickly dampened any remaining hope, reminding them that they weren't in the clear just yet.

#idle speaks #The Walking dead #Twd #Cegan #carl x negan #Carl grimes #negan smith #twd negan #twd carl #twd fanfiction

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ridearockox · 4 days ago

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Daltwistle Drabble Thingie X

The four hour drive they had to endure was already boring as it was, but for the next hour or so all Roger would have to do was to drive straight. During the night. On a highway surrounded by nothing but countryside.

If things were any more exciting Roger's heart would stop dead on its tracks.

The quiet, muffled music coming from the radio skipped at times, leaving an uncomfortable silence between him and John, who sat on the passenger seat idly looking outside at nothing, quite literally.

Roger sighed as he tried to stretch on his seat a bit. He had been driving for a while now, and just thinking about how much there was still left to go made it feel like his legs were already cramping.

Tired of looking outside at the dimly lit roadside vegetation, John shifted his gaze to Roger, watching the light from the poles outside shining against his features at different angles.

The droning noise from the radio got cut abruptly and John caught himself staring at Roger in the silence of the car, save for the motor running in the back. His eyes drifted down to his shoulders, his arms on display as he held on to the wheel. He looked back up to see him zone out as he stared into the horizon.

"Hey, you awake?"

"Of course I am!"

It wasn't Roger's fault that it would be more entertaining to watch paint dry than to look at that repetitive, dark highway. How could he not zone out?

"If you knew how to fucking drive we could at least take turns," Roger spoke, mostly to himself, and his brows knitted when he heard John let out a laugh.

"Would you rather share the car with Keith?"

Roger mumbled something under his breath and went silent again. In between having to drive John around and having Keith in the car, he would go for John ten times out of ten. He could only imagine what type of hell he was raising in the other car with Pete and the others.

"I can't drive but I can do this," John moved on his seat and his fingers were on the button of Roger's pants before he could ask what John meant.

"What the hell, John!" Roger squirmed on his seat, taking one hand from the wheel to swat John's away from him.

"Oh, is driving mindlessly in a straight line a little too hard for you?" John pushed his hand back on the fly on Roger's pants. "Could have fooled me by the way you were staring at nothing just a second ago."

It wasn't like John wasn't right about it requiring very little focus to drive down a never ending highway, but it wasn't like he could allow himself to get so distracted.

"Something's gotta keep you awake and it's not gonna be this piece of crap radio," John slid his hand inside Roger's underwear as muffled music burst from the car speakers again.

Roger sighed, both hands on the wheel again, eyes locked on the road. He couldn't dare look down. It was shameful enough that he got an erection with just a few strokes.

"Weirdo."

"Heh... Am I the weirdo now?" John took a grab of Roger's hard cock and pulled it from his underwear, fingers tightly wrapped around it's length as he went back to stroking it slowly.

Roger gripped the wheel, licking his lips. A gasp left his lips when John picked up the pace suddenly. He found himself having to concentrate not to push the accelerator down too much. His cock twitched and John's touch burned against it.

John kept his gaze down at Roger's crotch, the view of his hand stroking him from the side oddly mesmerising. So much so he didn't even notice how he was leaning towards Roger, dipping down to his lap.

"W... Wait, you're too-" Roger looked down at John's face near his cock, his hand still working diligently on it.

"Eyes on the road," John looked up at Roger, his breath getting caught in his throat as he shifted his gaze back to the empty, dim road.

Roger's toes curled inside his shoes as he felt hot air against the side of his cock. He groaned when John wrapped his lips around it, his warm, wet tongue lapping at the head.

John heard Roger stutter out his name between quiet groans while being sucked, body shivering ever so slightly.

One of Roger's hands moved from the wheel to the back of John's head, pushing down on it to urge John to move faster.

John pulled away however, much to his visible frustration.

"Hands on the wheel, Daltrey," John breathed the words against Roger's straining erection, and his hand was back on the wheel, gripping it tight the moment John's sucking resumed. His hand and mouth moved deliberately slow, and Roger couldn't help but thrust his hips hopelessly against them, seeking any manner of release.

"John... please..." Roger couldn't keep on silently begging. His hand dropped to the back of John's head again, gripping his hair and pushing and pulling as he saw fit. "Hmm... Ah! That's... better."

John's nostrils flared with every deep breath as Roger hastily fucked his mouth, obscene wet noises mingling with the fuzzy music from the radio.

With a hard thrust of his hips Roger pushed the tip of his erection past the ring of muscle on the back of John's throat, the tightness enough to make his vision blurry for a brief moment as he came deep inside John's mouth. It was only when his cock stopped twitching that he let go of John's hair.

John pulled away while gasping for air when Roger let go of him, giving his softening cock a few parting licks and small sucks before he sat up again, neatly stuffing Roger's privates back in his pants.

"There, that should keep you awake for a bit." John said, almost mocking.

Roger felt his cheeks turn red and said nothing in return. He was far more alert, sure, but how was he supposed to keep his eyes on the road when John's bulge was so visible off the corner of his eye?

Maybe they could take a quick stop at the next gas station. Just for a moment.

#whorible boys #ride a rock ox #drabble funtime!

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two-red-lungs · 2 years ago

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One of my favorite things about the Lost Boys gang is that, at their core, they are truly just hanging out. They are simply just doing what they want to, for the most part. Wandering Santa Carla every night, eating pizza and general tso's chicken straight from the carton, sneaking on rides, chatting up pretty people. The epitome of self indulgence with quite literally an infinite amount of time on their hands.

I think Marko likes to paint. Not on canvasses per say, but with his infinite time he goes through bottles of spraypaint like water, tagging anything and everything. Pairs of large red-paint boobies are not uncommon along highways thanks to him. It's probably less about technical ability and talent for him, and more about how it impacts the viewer. Like making them irritated. Yeah, he loves irritation. Makes him feel powerful.

With David's unlimited time, he stews, for the most part. Acts as ringleader and captain when the boys are around, but when he's alone? He's breaking out the Jim Beam, sipping it from a fancy enameled cup he stole at one point or another, and watching the waves. Or watching people. Sharp blue eyes distant, full of thought. Who knows what the hell his past is: but maybe whatever it is, it's put a hole in his person he can never fill with blood or booze or sex.

When Dwayne does with his free time is anybody's guess. He fucks off by himself on occasion, disappears for days at a time. He likes to be alone. Sometimes he night surfs by moonlight. Sometimes he hikes the state park, sits up in the branches of the redwoods. Sometimes he takes his bike all the way up to San Francisco. He doesn't need the gang the way the others do, with that enmeshed desperation for companionship. And yet, he keeps coming back.

And Paul? Well, he might as well be a disciple of Dionysus with the way he uses his endless time. Given free reign, he's off doing body shots off svelte women in dark bars, and doing lines of angel dust off dirty counters in the bathroom. He knows any and every dealer in town. After all, to him, there's no better way to spend a night then throwing some molly down his gullet and dancing his feet off at a beachside concert before bedding the hottest person there.

And that's fine, for them. On and on and on, for eternity: same shit every day, with only the faces changing. Stores come and go, people age and die around them, and they stay the same. They tell themselves they like it that way. That they're better than everyone now, that they're free from the stupid boring lives of humans, that they're living exactly how they want to, that they're powerful.

They tell themselves that so they don't have to think about how their lives ended the moment they got turned. And than now they're just dead men walking.

#the lost boys 1987 #tlb dwayne #tlb marko #tlb paul #my writing #brain stuff

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katymacsupernatural · 2 years ago

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Christmas Detour

Dean Winchester x Reader

1200 words

Written for: @spnchristmasbingo

square filled: Road closure

Summary: Y/N tries to make her way home to Dean when a bad storm hits.

Warnings: Some angst, mention of car wreck

Note: I’m so excited to be back. This is my first time writing in almost a year!

The radio chattered in the background, incessant noise that was doing nothing to calm your anxiety. Tapping your fingers nervously on the steering wheel, you tried to concentrate on the road in front of you.

You should have listened to Dean. Stayed at the bunker with him instead of heading out to visit friends with the threat of a storm brewing. Instead you were driving down a strange road, trying to find someway to make it back tonight.

Your phone screen lit up on the seat beside you, Dean’s picture flashing on the screen. You wanted to answer it, to let him know you were okay. But your hands were glued to the steering wheel, the slick roads taking all of your attention.

Humming Jingle Bells under your breath, you came around the corner to another flashing sign. Road closed, it read. Another closed road. Another dead end on your way back to Dean. Slowing to a stop, you reached over, picking up your phone. Four missed calls, six missed messages. All from Dean. Quickly dialing, you didn’t have to wait for him to answer.

“Where the hell are you?” He exclaimed into the phone. “I’ve been worried sick.”

“Stupid road closures,” you answered, turning your call to speakerphone so you could pull up a map. “The roads are horrible, and I’ve had to find a couple of detours already.”

“Dammit Y/N, I told you to stay home. That weather was coming.” He sighed, the anger slipping from his voice. “Where are you? Are you safe?”

“I’m safe. Trying to find another route home. I’m only twenty minutes out, but I’m not exactly sure what road I’m on.”

“Sam!” Dean yelled. “Get your ass in here. Don’t worry Baby. I’ve got the GPS pulled up on your phone. Sam and I will find you a way home.”

“The GPS on my phone? You’ve been tracking me?” You shouldn’t have been surprised. And you weren’t really upset. It was Dean, and Dean went to extreme lengths to keep those he loved safe.

“Yeah let’s not have that argument right now,” Dean insisted over the phone before muttering something to Sam. “”Listen, just stay there. We’re gonna come get you.”

“Dean, you don’t have to do that,” you started to argue but he cut you off.

“Sweetheart, I know you’re an amazing driver. But please let me do this. I need to know you’re safe.”

“Okay. But please be safe.”

You waited patiently, wondering if you should just ignore Dean and turn around when you saw some lights in the distance. “Hey Dean, someone’s coming. Maybe I can ask them if they know of a way around,” you started to suggest before Dean cut you off.

“Absolutely not!” He insisted. “You’re not talking to any stranger on a deserted highway. You know all the types of creeps out there!”

Sighing, you made sure your flashers were on when you glanced back in your rear view mirror. The lights were much closer, the car going extremely fast for this type of weather. “Dean, I think I need to pull off. This car’s going a little fast.”

“Your flashers on?” Dean asked, though he was still talking to Sam in the background.

“Dean…,” you started to say but he wasn’t listening. “Dean!”

“Yeah sweetheart?” His attention was fully on you.

You started to turn your car, wanting to get out of this truck’s way because they hadn’t slown down any. “This truck’s going too fast. I’m going to turn around and pull off.”

“You’ll get stuck,” Dean started to warn, the rest of his words incoherent as you stared straight into the lights of the truck. He hadn’t slowed down at all. His eyes huge, he yanked the steering wheel, his truck starting to slide on the slick roads.

“Dean!” You screamed, the phone slipping from your hands as you braced for contact. It all seemed to happen in slow motion. The jerk as the truck slid right into the side of your car, stopping your forward momentum and moving you sideways before flipping you on your side. Your window shattered, tiny pieces of glass slicing against your skin. The air bag broke open, smacking you in the face, smashing your head against the headrest before smacking against the side. The door crumpled, pinning your leg and you cried out in pain.

Dean’s voice was garbled in the distance, your phone rolling around in the abyss. Your car came to a screeching halt, your body pinned in the seat, your car turned sideways, the truck veered off to the side, it’s horn blaring loudly in the darkness.

“Dean,” you croaked, your entire body aching. “Help,” you whispered as your eyes closed shut.

You came away with a start, your heart pounding. You immediately remembered the wreck, the terror of being stuck in your car in the middle of nowhere making your head pound as you took stock of your injuries. But there was none. No gash on your head from hitting the side of the car. No sore leg from being pinned against the door. Nothing. You felt great. Better than you had for a while.

You were no longer in your car, but in the safe confines of your bed in the bunker. Dean was asleep in the chair beside you. As you started to sit up in bed, Dean’s eyes blinked open, landing on you as he smiled. “You’re awake!” He exclaimed, reaching over and grasping your hand. “How are you feeling?”

“Not like I was in a car crash,” you answered. “Where’s Cas?”

Dean slid from the chair into the bed beside you, letting you cuddle against his chest. “He’s gone. Came long enough to heal you, then headed back to whatever the hell he is doing.”

You closed your eyes, snuggling tighter into his embrace, grateful to be alive and back where you belonged. “Thank you for coming for me.”

“Sweetheart, you know I’d do anything for you. Just please, never scare me like that again,” he insisted, taking your chin between his fingers, tilting your head up to glance at him. “I thought I had lost you. We showed up right after the crash, and the site of that....well it’s burned into my memory.”

“You know I’m not that easy to get rid of,” you answered just as Sam knocked and entered the room.

“Hey Y/N,” He smiled softly. “How are you doing?”

“Glad to be back. Thankful we have an Angelic friend.”

“Listen, I have the movie set up. Figured it’s Christmas Eve, and if you were up to it, we could continue our tradition.”

Dean squeezed your shoulder. “We don’t have to do that today,” he started to say, but you shook your head.

“No, I want to. I can’t wait.”

Dean slid out of bed, and you started to follow suit when he reached over, picking you up easily in his arms. “Listen, I know Cas did his mojo shit with you. But please, let me take care of you how I know.”

You weren’t going to argue about this. Because there was no better place to be than in his arms. Instead, you let him carry you down the hallway, snuggling your head against his chest.

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