#because if i'm gonna give others content i wanted somethin to say it was me and my nerd-ass obsession with

[singmyaubade]

OKAY OKAY idk if you still do Eddie Munson if not it's fine but I just ended a situationship/fwb with a rude white boy, I lowk wanna see a fanfic. where Eddie has this relationship with reader, then he flirts with someone else and takes them to bed, and reader is just heartbroken,and gets revenge

toxic!eddie munson x female!reader

summary: you think I’d let him destroy me and end up happier than ever? no fucking way. he doesn’t get to win.

warnings: smut! 18+, cursing, very much angst, arguing, mature content, etc..

a/n: wow, you actually got me out of hibernation with this one. i haven't wrote eddie in a long time so bear with me but since fuckboys very much PISS ME OFF, i had to do you a solid and i hope you enjoy! as always, apologize if you hate this.

Your relationship with Eddie was not something that you could explain in a few short words. Of course, it was complex, complicated, difficult, angering, loving, warm.... But again, not something you could name with a few short words.

It had been about three months ago when you caught Eddie staring at your ass while you were playing dodgeball and he was sitting at the bleachers.

He had that sly smile on and his back leaning on one of the levels on the bleachers, staring at you intently. Not only was it enough to catch your attention but enough for you to keep looking.

All it took was a wink and a few whispers in the locker room for you to be hooked. But after, Eddie had made it clear with you that he wasn't ready to be in a relationship.

Eddie kissed your neck while his grip on your neck was harsh, "Listen baby, I want this so fucking bad but I'm not ready for somethin' serious," He whispered but the trance you were in only had you saying,

"Uh-huh,"

And since then, you had been stuck in a friends with benefits situation with Eddie Munson.

It wasn't the worse thing in the world but sometimes, it never felt the best. I mean, it wasn't like Eddie was an asshole who didn't care about you after you fucked or did anything. He would always cuddle you or clean you up when you felt tired.

He would always let you vent to him, give you kisses, and make you laugh. Those were the times when you felt like you could be more with him.

And then there would be times where he talked about Stacey Callahan's ass with a sly smile and glint in his eye, almost making you want to stab him.

You would shoot daggers into him but he would never notice because he considered you a friend.

And you could never tell him your real feelings because then you guys would be nothing and that seemed like a worse fate.

But at least, he never made an actual pass at girls in front of you and from what he had told you, he hasn't fucked anyone since you and him had started.

And that made you feel like you could be more.

But you were afraid you spoke too soon when you were trying to find Eddie and saw him and Caroline Blaren making out under the bleachers.

His hand groping her ass and her moans echoing throughout the gym. If it wasn't for the fact that it was after school, almost half the school population would've been cursed with this sight.

His mouth leaving hot kisses on her neck as he did with you a multitude of times, whispering sweet nothings into her ear as she giggled.

For the first time in your life, you had felt as if your heart had shattered.

A part of you wanted to make a scene, maybe go batshit crazy and curse Eddie to the brink of eternity and then the other part of you wanted to walk away, realize that you were worth more than someone who you thought cared for your feelings or for you at all.

Before you could leave the gym and maybe cry in a corner, Eddie locks eyes with you and smiles before he excuses himself and tells Caroline to wait under the bleachers.

She scoffs a little bit but twirls her hair as she stands there, mugging you.

You still have a shocked expression as Eddie approaches you, grinning ear to ear,

"I know I said we were gonna meet today but," He shyly cheers, "I've been trying to bag this for months and I really need this, Y/N, we can meet tomorrow though," He says as if this was casual.

You blinked at him as he awkwardly laughed at your expression, "Earth to Y/N?" He waved his hand in your face as you closed your mouth and swallowed.

You did your best to form a smile, "Uh- yeah sure,"

He cheered, kissing you on the cheek, "You're the best, I owe you one," He winked at you before going back to Caroline.

He put his arm around her shoulder before exiting the other way of the gym.

You couldn't believe that you let Eddie Munson break your heart.

There were multiple thoughts entering your head the sight of this.

One was that you were a complete idiot and let Eddie Munson play you like a fiddle. The second was that he had never taken you seriously. The third was that you needed to make him feel as you did.

And maybe it was petty for you to feel like you needed revenge but you couldn't let Eddie get away with making multiple girls feel this way,

Harmless to him but cruel to you.

And now you had to make him pay which you knew wasn't going to be easy.

Making Eddie Munson jealous was one of those things that was damn near impossible. He always prided himself in being as 'chill as a cucumber, when it came to his love life.

You had never seen him get jealous once and you didn't even think it was a feeling to him.

But you did know Eddie hated being ignored.

You remembered when he jokingly called your ass flat and you ignored him for an hour before he looked like he was on the brink of tears.

That was the one sore sport of his that you knew of and it certainly wouldn't hurt to use it to your advantage.

So when Eddie had called you that very night, you answered but not with the same eagerness you always had,

"Hello?" You answered, holding the telephone up to your ear.

"Hey Y/N," You heard Eddie's voice on the other side of line, voice excited.

You swallowed before answering back flatly, "Hi,"

He sounded surprised at your tone but didn't mention it, "Jus' wondering if you wanted to come over, Caroline just left,"

Your blood felt like it was boiling. It was as if he wanted a snack to go with his meal which only pissed you off more and it had been six hours, he had been fucking Caroline for six hours.

"I can't," You said, concealing your anger.

He sounded astonished, "Uh, why not?"

"Busy," You replied, annoyed.

You could feel your vagueness starting to worry him, "Busy with what?" He said snarkily.

"Stuff," You scoffed.

When did Eddie care so much about what you were doing? Maybe once he realized you wouldn't be at his beck and call any longer.

He took a breath, "What about tomorrow?" He asked, hoping your answer would be different.

"I'm busy, Eddie," You snapped.

There was silence on the other line for a few seconds that felt like decades before he replied again, "Is something wrong?" He asked, the worry present in his voice.

"No, I really can't talk right now, I'll see you later," You said quickly, putting the phone back on the link before he could answer.

You sighed, trying your best to feel as if this was the best decision. Of course, you knew ignoring Eddie wouldn't be the easiest thing in the world but you didn't expect it to be the hardest either.

Once Eddie gets fixated, there's not really a way to get him off the case.

And that turned out to be a fact when you saw him at school the next morning,

"Y/N," Someone grabbed your arm, pulling you in the custodian closet.

You made a surprised sound before realizing it was Eddie, "Jesus, I thought you were a murderer," You said, releasing your arm from his grip.

He ignored your joke, locking his eyes into your eyes, "What's up with you?" He asked.

You gulped, "I don't know what you're talking about,"

He scoffed, "You fucking dodged me on the phone,"

You rolled your eyes, "I told you I was busy,"

"You've literally let me eat you out before you had an huge exam in the next hour so that's a load of crap," He replied as you gawked, "So tell me what's actually up,"

You moved your jaw to the side, looking away as Eddie fumed in front of you.

You were lost for words but this didn't stop Eddie from waiting for answer so you gave one,

"I'm done fucking you,"

Eddie looked shocked, lost for words, he almost seemed as if he was having a stroke. He snapped out of his trance by laughing, "Are you serious?"

Your demeanor didn't change, "Deadly."

He bit his lip, almost wanting to laugh because this had to be a joke, "Baby, thats a big decision," His chest was against yours at this point, "Are you sure about this?" He asked, his breath whispering against your ear.

You could feel yourself breathing harder and a bit turned on but you knew this cycle wouldn't end if you didn't stop it. You pushed against his chest as he stepped backwards, "I'm done Eddie." You stated, walking out of the closet and leaving him in there.

You took a deep breath before walking to your class, it was hard to believe that you had just rejected Eddie and that he didn't utterly make you regret it.

You sat in class as you watched Eddie come on minutes after, always arriving after the bell. You could feel the tension radiating off you both but he didn't care to take a glimpse of you, his hard expression already telling enough.

You eyed him as he sat down next to you, a shocked expression on your face. Eddie had never sat down next to you in classes or let alone even show up.

You could already tell he was about to start fucking with you.

As Ms. Rodriguez started her lesson, you started to feel a fingertip tracing your knee as you swallowed. You looked at Eddie but he kept his hard expression, not even a smirk forming.

You watched him as his finger rose higher, almost at the hem of your skirt.

There was something in you that wanted to let him, maybe get your last taste Eddie before it was over forever but if you did this, it would never be over.

You knew this was Eddie trying to win and you couldn't let him.

In a flash, you grabbed his hand which caused him to finally look at you and you slammed it into his own lap. He looked furious and you felt a small victory as he pushed out his chair and stormed out while Ms. Rodriguez yelled for him to come back.

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The bell rang as you went towards the cafeteria, going to sit with the mutual friends you shared with Eddie.

Ever since you and Eddie had started hooking up, he had introduced you to his friends and you didn't actually mind sitting with them. They would always banter in front of you which always made you giggle and it was never superficial with them.

Usually, you would've sat next to Eddie but since shit hit the fan, you took a seat next to Gareth.

You saw Eddie shooting daggers into your soul but you kept your composure and ignored him.

You could hear them arguing over something about D&D which only made you laugh before Gareth noticed you, "Hey Y/N!" He beamed as you smiled.

"Hey Gareth, what are you guys talking about?" You asked, looking at him.

Gareth grinned, ready to start his tangent, "Oh so basically, we were talking about if Paladin or the Monk had more of a power bu-"

Eddie cut him off, "What are you doing?" He asked, looking at you as the table went silent.

You steamed, "What are you talking about?"

He began his theatrics, "I mean did I say you could sit here?" The whole table looked between you and him, there had never been one argument between you and Eddie, let alone one in front of them.

You sneered, "Why would I not be allowed to sit here?" You asked, wanting to kill Eddie for doing this in front of everyone.

"Well because, you don't belong here," He said, nonchalantly.

You laughed, "I don't belong here?" Your eyes were locked onto his, anger present in them.

"Yeah," He smirked which only made your blood boil.

"So since I'm sucking your dick anymore, I can't sit here?" You questioned, causing the entire table to gasp.

You weren't planning to reveal that you and Eddie had fucked several times but since he was really trying to get under you, there was no other choice.

"You can't sit here because nobody wants you here, Princess," He said, hatefully.

You looked at everyone around the table but they kept their gazes low, not wanting to go against Eddie.

Eddie was expecting pure anger to come out of you or maybe you would have to reconcile with him and you guys could go back to how you were but instead, you had gotten up and a smile was present on your face.

"I think I'm actually gonna sit with Jason," You slyly said as Eddie felt enraged, "I think that's a dick I actually would like to suck," You grabbed your tray heading over to jock table.

It wasn't exactly the best plan considering you hated Jason but Jason had been trying to get under you for years and this was the only way to get under Eddie's skin.

Your skirt rose up as you blinked dumbly at Jason sitting next to him, "Hi Jason," You sweetly said as he grinned from ear to ear.

"Y/N, what do I owe the pleasure?" He asked, him eyeing your body.

"I was wondering if you could teach me a few things about basketball at yours, I've got a research project," You said, fingers grazing his thigh.

It was not your best effort at being seductive but it was enough to get Jason Carver.

"I think I could help with that, mine at seven?" He said as you nodded.

You turned your back to see Eddie staring at you, more mad than you had ever seen him.

He was jealous.

And this was only the beginning.

[bumblepony]

For a ficlet request 😊

I've been rewatching all the Tommy content from the show recently and just keep replaying this exchange in my head.

So I'd like to request an Uncle Tommy/Sarah ficlet. Canon verse or AU is up to you but bonus if it includes them somehow ganging up on or teasing Joel.

(P.S. please ignore the low quality of the last GIF. I couldn't find it anywhere on the web and making GIFs is harder than it looks)

My Wifey @ameerawrites, here is your little ficlet under the cut and cross-posted on AO3. I really hope you like it!

Let's Give 'Em Something To Talk About

"Dad," Sarah wines as she waits at the front door, shoes on feet, bag on back, lunch in hand. "We're gonna be late."

"I'm coming, can ya wait one second?" her dad calls from upstairs. Sarah sighs and rolls her eyes, looking over at her uncle Tommy, who's leaning against the wall, swinging his keys on his fingers.

Dad comes downstairs, and both Sarah and Tommy's jaws fall open in unison.

"What the hell are you wearing?" Tommy asks.

Her dad is dressed in pressed dark blue jeans, a white dress shirt, and a navy blue sports coat. His boots are polished, his hair is slicked back, and his beard and mustache are trimmed short and neat.

"It's just a sports coat, okay? It's nothin' to make a big deal of." Her dad says, a blush creeping up his neck.

"I think it looks really nice, Dad," Sarah says, placing her lunch bag on the floor for a second before stepping forward to adjust the collar on his coat.

"What are you all dolled up for?" Tommy says, his eyes sharp.

"I'm meeting a client after I drop you off at the site. I got a change of shirt in the trailer at work, so I can change it when I get back." Her dad says, eyes shifting away from Tommy. "Let's get goin'. Don't want Sarah to be late."

"What's different about this client, you never dress up this much for any of our other clients." Tommy muses as they all leave the house and climb into his truck.

"It could be because this client's name is Tess, and she's a tall, pretty lady with long auburn hair, and she made Dad blush last week when she came to the house to drop off the blueprint from the architect," Sarah says with a nonchalant tone as she buckles her seat belt.

Dad turns around and gives her a look like, 'You traitor.' She gives him a smirk.

"Oh ho ho. Now I think I'm catchin' on. Is this the same Tess that I saw your daddy almost trip over his own damn feet when he was showing her around the construction site last week?" Tommy says, giving Dad the side-eye as he pulls out of the driveway.

"Hmm, I think it just might be," Sarah says, lips curved, and she watches Dad turn absolutely red with embarrassment.

"it ain't fuckin' like that. She's just a client, okay? I got dressed up because the meetin' is at a restaurant for brunch or somethin' like that."

"Dad, it's a date!" Sarah says, leaning forward to grab his shoulder excitedly.

"It is not a date. It's just a meetin', and sit back in your seat." Dad says as he adjusts his sports coat so it won't get wrinkled.

"Well, date or not. If for some reason you can't make it back into work today, can ya please make sure to get me back my truck by the end of the day so I can go home at least?" Tommy says, adjusting his rearview mirror so he can give Sarah a knowing look.

"It ain't like that. I will not be stayin' later, and it's not a fuckin' date." Dad says and then looks at the two of them as they exchange a look like 'sure it's not.' "Can you two cut it, please?" He asks.

Sarah smiles and pats him on the shoulder. "Okay, Dad, we'll stop. Just be careful, ok."

"Yeah, don't forget to bring protection. There's some in the glove compartment if you need it." Tommy smirks.

"Goddamn it, Tommy." Dad groans as both Sarah and Tommy break out in laughter.

---

"Hey Joel, what's up, big brother," Tommy says, balancing his cell phone on his shoulder as he struggles to measure the wood he's getting ready to cut.

"Ah, yeah, I'm gonna be a little late, but I'll be back in time to pick ya up by the end of the workday."

A smile creeps over Tommy's face, and he puts down the piece of wood and pencil so he can take his phone in hand and turn so the other guys can't hear him. "So it was a date?"

"Shut up, Tommy. I swear to god, if you say anything to Sarah about this, I am goin' to make sure she hears about why you were late to her 15th birthday party," Joel says, his voice tight.

"Jesus, don't do that," Tommy says, chuckling. "I won't say anything, I swear. I hope you had a good time, at least."

"Yeah, yeah, it's been pretty good," Joel says, and Tommy could swear he hears a feminine snort in the background. "Oh yeah, that reminds me, you're gonna have to buy more of that protection for your glove compartment, you're all out."

"Christ Joel, there were at least four of them in there, what the hell."

"Well, it was a very productive meetin'," Joel says, and this time, there's no mistaking the female laugh Tommy hears on the other end of the line.

[godkilller]

[himbo-only-zone]

mondo cheering up his s/o

trigger warning: tickling?? uhh cursing because mondo

Hi! I know that requests have been slow, but I wanted to do something for a really special friend. So, excuse my absence and take this content 💕

Happy birthday!!

- Mod Anna

Mondo knows his s/o like the back of his hand, it's almost like second nature to understand your mannerisms. So when he notices that for the past few weeks, you've not been feeling the greatest, he knows that he has to take matters into his own hands. When you get home from work one day, he practically runs up to you.

“S/O! How was your day? I'm hopin' it was good,” the boy said, snaking his arms around your waist and carefully pressing a kiss onto your forehead. His smile was so big, it was almost contagious. Almost.

You stared up at him, leaning your head onto his chest and hugging him back. “It was fine. Don't worry about it, how was yours?” you mumbled, letting your eyes close as you're enveloped in a close hug. His hugs were always perfect, holding you close and making you feel so, so warm inside.

He gently stroked your hair, thinking of something to say. “Better now that I got you back in my arms. Now, how about we do somethin'? I wanna make your day more than just fine,” he smiled softly, cupping your cheek with his hand and tilting your chin up. He pecked your lips happily.

You showed him a weak smile, holding him tightly. “Alright, whatever you have in mind, I guess ...” you mumbled, leaning into his hand. You were tired, and you wanted to sleep the rest of the day away, but his loving smile ... it was just irresistible. Plus, you know damn well that he was stubborn.

He nodded, scooping you up bridal style and planting little kisses across your cheeks. He wanted you to feel special, since you are special to him. He hasn't been showing you that big burst of love recently, and honestly? The guilt is pushing him. He hasn't really noticed the spell of no motivation just yet. He feels like a total ass. He should've realized sooner ...

As he sat you down on the couch in his lap, he grabbed the remote. “How would you feel about rewatching your favorite movie, huh? Y'know ... the one we both cry like babies at and have to just hold each other for the rest of the night and I get to give you so so so many fuckin' kisses that you can barely breathe?”

You let out a soft, barely audible chuckle. “That's cool with me,” you mumbled, leaning back into his chest and taking a few deep breaths. You had to admit, his presence was calming. Even if he was anything but calm.

As he started the movie, he held you close, his chin resting softly on your shoulder. The sad parts began coming, and he began tearing up, because the movie just hits him so hard ... he expected to see you crying, but you were just zoned out, staring into the floor. Nothing? There was definitely something wrong.

He grabbed the remote and turned the movie off, picking you up and sitting you down beside him. He carefully took your hands in his own and pressed a kiss against one of your knuckles. “Love, tell me what's goin' on. You're startin' to worry me, and I don't like it when you're not happy, I wanna see that smile ...”

“I- ... I am smiling?” you ask softly, tilting your head and staring into his eyes nervously.

“Not a real one, darlin'. I can tell ... so do you have anythin' to talk about, is anyone botherin' you, or is it just ... one of those spells you warned me about?” Mondo asked, brushing his thumb across your knuckles.

You gulped slightly, gripping his hands. “... it's one of those spells, I guess. I'm sorry, I just ... I don't know what to do, y'know? I feel terrible all the time, and it's not your fault, I-I just-”

He gently placed a finger to your lips. “I know, doll. Now. You're gonna lay down for me, and I'm gonna make you smile. Get it?” he playfully threatened, a gentle smirk on his lips. You knew what this meant. The first genuine smile from the last while made it's way onto your lips.

You laid on your back and he crawled on top of you. He carefully kissed all over your face, his hands placed on your hips. As they trail down your neck, your wrapped your arms around his neck softly. And that's when it started. He blew onto your skin, making some childish noises. You giggled softly. “Mondo, I should've known,” you rolled your eyes, although you knew to begin with.

“There's that smile! There's that fuckin' smile!” he yelled excitedly, smashing his lips into yours. He then pulled up your shirt, blowing onto your stomach. He started carefully tickling your sides, living for the sound of your giggles.

“God, you're so fuckin' adorable! Listen to youuuuu!” he said excitedly, engulfing you in a hug. He buried his head into your neck, pecking it softly. “I love you so fuckin' much, darlin', I hope you know that.”

“Mhm, I know, baby. It shows when you do stupid shit like this just to make me happy,” you said happily, hugging him tightly.

“Hey, I, uh ... I know that this ain't a permanent fix. It might be a fix for only an hour or somethin'. But just seeing you happy for a lil bit makes me happy. I know you're goin' through a rough time right now, but I'm gonna be by your side, 'kay? I'm not leavin', and that's a fuckin' promise. I love you, and that's the only thing I care about right now,” he said softly, leaning to press a soft kiss against your lips.

“Now, how about we go back to the room and cuddle for a lil bit? I wanna relax with ya, wanna hold you super super tight,” he smiled, stroking your cheek softly.

“ ... I'd like that a lot, Mondo,” you croaked out softly, trying your hardest not to cry.

He kissed you softly. “I love you. And I'll say it again and again. I promise, I do.”

[savage-rhi]

Imagine, if you will, a world where Higgs and reader laugh together about one of reader’s childhood memories. It’s cute, it’s fluff, it ends in kissing, because that is the only thing in my head currently, and it plays on repeat 👉🏻👈🏻

@astrandofgold coming right up and thanks for being patient! 👀

"You've pried enough into my life, now it's time to pay the piper," Higgs remarked at Y/N, watching as they laughed at the comment.

"Since when do people talk like that?" Y/N countered.

"Since when do you give a shit about my manner of speakin'?"

The sarcasm in Higgs's voice made Y/N turn their head as they glanced around, trying not to focus on how his gaze seemed to zero in on them. It was quiet outside by the porter docks, save for the commotion both Y/N and Higgs were conjuring together. Y/N thanked the universe no one else was working the shift. Seeing a porter and a wanted terrorist mingling like they were at a high school reunion would have put a bullet between the eyes of Y/N's career and then some.

"If you're gonna be so bold, you should say something," Y/N said to Higgs, snapping out of their thoughts.

A smirk crossed Higgs's lips. "Tell me somethin' about your childhood, about little you."

"My childhood?"

Higgs nodded.

"I don't think I have anything interesting to say." Y/N teased, watching as Higgs rolled his eyes in a playful manner. He shook his head, sighing in disappointment.

"C'mon, we both know you're full of shit in that department," Higgs said as he reached for a can of beer. He and Y/N having shared a six-pack Y/N had stolen from one of the docks.

"Point taken," Y/N laughed and took a sip from their own can. Their fingers gently tapped the ground, legs swaying off the edge of the deck both Higgs and them were sitting upon. Y/N's eyes lit up, chuckling as their face grew warm.

"There was this one time as a kid, I used to watch cartoons all the time. Stuff from the vault, like Wiley Coyote and Roadrunner. Well, I didn't care for Sylvester and Tweety Bird. Couldn't stand it. I felt bad for the cat so in school I wrote and illustrated a ten-page book about Sylvester finally catching Tweety, butchering and eating him. I read it in front of my peers, all proud about it. The instructors didn't appreciate it at all, but my dad thought it was the greatest plot twist in history."

Higgs bellowed as he laughed hard. His cackling was contagious to where Y/N joined him. Neither knew how long they had been at it until Higgs wiped away at his eyes, feeling tears threatening to leave as he blinked.

"Jesus, and here I thought I was a weird pipsqueak."

"Pfft, this coming from the guy who is so into Egyptology, he'd fall asleep with his arms over his chest as a kid so that if he died in his sleep, mummification would happen faster."

"In my defense, I said I was a dumb kid. Not a weird one. Big difference."

Y/N and Higgs laughed, shaking their heads as they tried to dismiss the other. Eventually, their antics died down, leaving them in comfortable silence. They both looked up at the mountains ahead, contemplating what was shared.

"Y'know, this wasn't a bad idea. Hanging like this." Y/N remarked as Higgs hummed in agreement.

"See? I'm not always a bastard."

Y/N rolled their eyes in a playful manner. Not before letting out a sigh. Higgs was going to have to leave soon, or the risk of getting arrested would have been too great. It was weird how over time they went from enemies to friends. All due to Higgs trying to stay connected to the UCA, despite the numerous claims he wanted nothing to do with society ever again given his past. He'd grown a lot, and Y/N could see it in the way he smiled just then.

"This has been fun and all, but time to go," Higgs said with a content sigh, getting up on his feet along with Y/N.

They both looked at each other. Another bout of silence passed between the two as hesitation made either of them look away.

"Guess I'll see you next time?" Y/N asked.

"Oh yeah, gonna be needing some more pizza smuggled real soon." Higgs grinned then took a few steps away. He was about to wave when he felt Y/N grab a hold of his cape and pull him into a tender kiss.

Higgs's eyes went wide, shock coursing through him as he pulled away for a moment.

"What the hell was that for--"

"Did you like it?"

"Well yeah but--"

"Just go along with it before I change my mind."

Higgs still in shock nodded as he kissed Y/N back. Their hands tangled in each other's hair as their mouths ravished one another's. Soft noises left either of them as they unleashed the pent-up feelings they had been keeping at bay for one another.

Pulling back after what felt like an eternity, both Higgs and Y/N gazed over one another. Their eyes hooded as Higgs gently suckled on Y/N's bottom lip, pulling back with a satisfied smirk watching them wince.

"How long we're you savin' that for?" Higgs breathed.

"A while," Y/N admitted, catching their breath. A small gasp of a chuckle escaped their throat as Y/N swallowed. "Your lips are chapped."

Higgs smiled, pupils were blown as he pecked at Y/N's cheek. His right hand cupped their face as his expression darkened.

"Maybe if we keep this up, that won't be a problem."

"You're terrible."

"It's in the name terrorist." Higgs laughed.

"Ex-terrorist." Y/N corrected.

"For now." Higgs teased, knowing that got under Y/N's skin. He leaned forward, giving a soft kiss to their lips. It lingered for a few seconds before he sighed.

"Maybe I don't have to go right away?"

Y/N's smile evolved into a grin as they grabbed a hold of Higgs's hand and ran off. Both of them shushed one another, not wanting to catch the attention of anyone at the facility.

[holdingforgeneralhugs]

Bitter Pill to Swallow

Chapter 3 (Ch.2, Ch.1)

Thank you again to the lovely @tvserie-s-world for letting me use her screencaps💕

"Curahee!"

Valarie grinned as she cheered along with her fellow paratroopers. Liebgott managed to slosh some of his drink onto her boots but she couldn't bring herself to get mad about it. After the thrill of completing the five qualifying jumps and managing not to vomit during any of them, Valerie and the rest of Easy felt like they were on top of the world.

She spotted Gene getting a drink at the bar and wandered over to him. He jumped when she clapped him on the shoulder, whacking her in the arm good naturedly for frightening him. Valerie grinned before turning to George who had just popped up with a drink for Gene.

"Hey Georgie, you got another one of those beers under there for me?" She asked.

"That depends," George responded cheekily, "you gonna tell me the magic word of the night?"

"The magic word of the night," Valerie teased, "is kiss my ass and gimme a beer Luz."

George smirked and reached under the counter, pulling out a full glass and planting it firmly on the counter in front of her. He got a mischievous twinkle in his eye then and reached under to grab a glass for himself.

"Now in response to your cheek," stated Luz, in a scarily accurate impersonation of Sink, "I'll have to challenge you to a contest. Whoever downs their drink the quickest gets a full pack of lucky strikes."

"Well how could I back down from a challenge like that," smirked Valerie. "You wanna get in on the fun Gene?" She asked, laughing when Gene vehemently shook his head.

"Oh no, I'm quite happy to drink my beer and watch you two act the fool," he retorted, sipping his drink and leaning against the counter. George and Valerie shared a look, and with a nod they raced to down their drinks. Clearly they'd drawn a crowd, because she could hear the guys shouting out a countdown around her. With a gasp she slammed her glass on the counter, and cried out in dismay when she realised George had just beat her.

"C'mon Val, hand em over," he teased, holding out his hand and fluttering his fingers. She grumbled something about him obviously cheating before pressing her precious box of lucky strikes into his palm. He opened them gleefully and plucked one out for himself before holding out the box to her.

"Aw c'mon Val, you didn't think I'd take em and not offer you one as a peace offering did ya?"

She rolled her eyes but took one gratefully, nodding her thanks to him when he lit it for her. He placed another drink on the counter for her and she took a sip, content to enjoy this glass.

Toye and the mortar gang had decided to stick around at the bar, and she laughed with them as they challenged each other to drinking games. She almost choked on her drink when Skip spilled beer all down his shirt in his eagerness to beat Penk, who was surprisingly good at downing drinks.

"Hate to interrupt your fun fellas, but I was wondering if I could have a word with Lieutenant Landry."

She went stiff in her seat, cigarette in hand suspended right in front of her lips. She glanced to her right and met Gene's eyes, and he was giving her a very pointed look. She glared back at him before turning around and facing her fellow Lieutenant. He gestured towards a quieter corner and she nodded, following him without a word. She smoked her cigarette harshly, wondering what he could possibly want with her tonight of all nights.

"So," he started cautiously, "The batallion officers are drinking in another room to let the enlisted men enjoy themselves here. Nix, Welsh and I were wondering if you'd like to join us?"

She stared back at him sceptically. Outside of the necessary consultations on exercises they hadn't spoken since their argument, and she wasn't quite sure what to say now that he was.

He could sense her hesitation and sighed softly. "Look Landry, I know we haven't exactly gotten off on the right foot but we're celebrating tonight, so how about we put all that aside and enjoy a well deserved night off?"

She contemplated that for a moment, but she agreed that a night off was well deserved, and the men would probably have more fun without any officers breathing down their necks.

"Alright then," she sighed, "lead the way."

He seemed almost surprised that she'd agreed so easily, but he recovered quickly and led her out of the room and down the hall to a smaller room.

"Hell Landry, what a delightful surprise," grinned Lewis when he spotted her walking in behind his friend. He was standing behind the bar and pouring a very generous helping of VAT 69 for himself.

"Don't get used to it Nixon," she shot back.

"Oh don't worry," he replied nonchalantly as she took a seat at the bar, "we're all very aware that you prefer the enlisted men to us 'stuffy' officers."

Ah, so he'd overheard her talking to Bill that day he'd asked her why she was hardly ever with the other officers. "Yeah well, ain't my fault you all wouldn't know fun if it slapped ya," she retorted. Lewis and Harry exchanged a glanced and then burst out laughing.

"You know what Landry," Lewis chuckled, "you're not half bad. What's your poison then? Or are you on the soda water with Dick here?"

"Why am I not surprised Saint Winters doesn't drink?" She snarked, rolling her eyes, "I'll have some of that VAT 69 if you please."

He looked sideways to Dick at her comment, and if he didn't know him so well he would have missed the slight tick in his jaw. Lewis decided to note that down to ask him about it later.  He poured Valerie a generous glass, and whistled in surprise when she downed it in one and put the glass back down in front of him expectantly.

"Hell Nix," chuckled Harry, "I think you may have met your match on the drinking front." Lewis smirked as he poured her another and topped up his own glass. He picked up his and tilted it towards her expectantly.

"I think Harry here may be on to something there," he grinned, "what d'ya say Landry, why don't we start anew and be drinking buddies?"

Valerie sized him up for a moment, contemplating. She'd tended to avoid spending much time with her fellow Easy officers, preferring the company of the enlisted men. She still maintained they were stuffy as hell, but maybe they weren't all bad. Sure, Nixon was another rich jerk from another posh college, but he did seem like the kind of guy who knew how to have a good time. As for Welsh, he was a late addition to the crew and she hadn't exactly taken too much troubles to talk to him. Maybe if she gave them a chance she might grow to like them.

"Hell Landry, you sure know how to keep a guy hanging," quipped Lewis, shaking his glass in front of hers. She rolled her eyes at his impatience but smiled slightly as she clinked her glass against his and they downed their drinks in unison.

"Well I wouldn't want to seem too eager, now would I?" She smirked, sliding her glass across the counter for another. He raised an eyebrow at her sceptically and she narrowed her eyes at him as if to say 'are you doubting I can handle it?' He poured again and watched with fascination as she downed it.

"Jesus Landry you really are somethin' else aren't you?" He laughed.

"I'm here all week folks," she grinned, spreading her arms and doing a mock bow, with Harry and Lewis joining in with a round of applause. It was fun, they were fun, and she thought that maybe, just maybe giving them a chance wouldn't be so bad after all.

She felt a pair of eyes on her and when she looked beyond Harry she was unsurprised to find two blue eyes watching her intently.

"Something you'd like to say Winters?" She asked, narrowing her eyes at him. He sat up a little straighter then and cleared his throat, clearly not expecting she'd pay him any mind.

"Well, I...was just thinking to myself that I'd never met a lady that could drink like that," he replied honestly. Valerie rolled her eyes and crossed her arms.

"Well then it's lucky I ain't no lady, as I've already told you," she replied dismissively, "and there's a whole lotta things you don't know about me."

"Well it'd be hard to know anything about you since you hardly ever talk to us."

Lewis eyed his friend in surprise, and he shared a look with an equally shocked Harry. He subtly poured himself and Harry another drink and sat back to see how it would all play out.

"Well maybe I would talk to you more if you weren't so godamn stiff. You got the rule book stuck up your ass or something?" Valerie snapped. Dick gazed back at her, his jaw clenching and his eyebrows furrowed.

"And maybe if you weren't so argumentative, or didn't act like you were so much better than us, you wouldn't be such a chore to be around."

His eyes widened the minute he realised what he'd said, and she could see that he was about to try and apologise for it, not that she would give him the chance. He'd meant every word of what he said, and they all knew it.

"Well I'll be sure not to impose on your time any longer," she hissed, pushing her glass across the counter and standing abruptly. "Lewis, Harry, it's been fun. We should do it again sometime."

Without waiting for a response she marched from the room.  Lewis and Harry watched her walk out the door before turning to Dick with barely smothered smirks.

"Wow Dick," Lewis said, "I've never seen you get so animated. What's going on with there?"

"Yeah," chimed Harry, "I didn't think anyone could get under your skin."

Dick finished off his own drink and placed the glass on the counter, unwilling to meet their eyes. "There's nothing going on," he stated as he pulled on his coat, "Now if you don't mind I'm gonna hit the hay. I'll see you two in the morning."

"Aw c'mon Dick don't be like that," pleaded Lewis, "there's clearly something going on."

Dick shook his head and bid them both goodnight as he walked out the door.

"I'll get it out of him yet, don't you worry," promised Lewis, pouring himself and Harry another drink. There was clearly something with those two and he'd be dammed if he was left out of the loop.

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[deimosatellite]

"I'm safe with you," ArthurAlex-Aria

THANK U BESTIE AJLKDSF

under the cut! tw for very very vague mentions of past sexual abuse and some implied sexual content but otherwise this is p fluffy and wholesome pls

"You don't have to be so gentle with me, y'know. I'm not gonna break."

Arthur's raspy voice makes Alex pause where his lips are pressed gently to the blonde's neck. For a moment, the brunette just blinks before pulling back to look up at Arthur, who is in turn looking at him with an almost confused little smile painting his pink lips.

"What?" Alex asks almost curtly, but not pushing. Under Alex's sudden gaze, Arthur shifts slightly where he's seated in Alex's lap, and the brunette immediately loosens the already gentle hold he has on the soft slope of Arthur's waist. The blonde's eyes narrow just slightly, head tilting as he swallows before speaking again.

"The way you touch me. It's like you think I'm made of glass or somethin'," Arthur replies, and god, Alex swears he sees a flash of hurt in his blue eyes. Alex frowns for a moment, mulling over what has just been said as he absentmindedly brushes his fingers against the thin strip of skin peeking out from where Arthur's oversized t-shit (that he'd stolen from Alex's closet, of course,) had ridden up.

"Is that a bad thing?" Alex asks, and doesn't miss the way the corner of Arthur's mouth twitches for a moment, as if he's caught off guard by the question. After a moment, Arthur looks away, face flushing slightly as he suddenly wants to look anywhere other than Alex's eyes.

"You don't have to," Arthur simply repeats, words almost drawn out as if being pulled from honey. "I'm not fragile," he adds, almost under his breath. Before Alex could retort, though, Arthur looks back at him, smiling once again. Yet, it's more of a sad, wicked smile, like the restoration of an old painting done to try and cover up a face cracked with years of grief and trauma. Alex suppresses a shiver.

"Are you saying you...Don't want me to be?" Alex's frown deepens slightly, concern laced into his words. Arthur tilts his head once again in thought, messy blonde hair falling into his face endearingly.

"I just--I feel like you're just pitying me, y'know," Arthur finally responds, smile turning suddenly incredulous, as if he caught Alex in some kind of lie. "You know, I've been fucked by hundreds of guys, all of who are way less considerate than you. I'm just saying--if you're just being soft with me because you think I'll get hurt, then--"

"That's not it," Alex cut him off, Arthur's smile suddenly melting off his face. For a second, Alex wonders if he's being harsh, or too stubborn like he sometimes can be, but seeing the sunlight outline the soft shape of Arthur's young face strengthens his resolve. He pauses as he just stares, wondering what kind of monsters could hurt such a beautiful person, and the idea of just how many people had hurt the blonde makes Alex's stomach churn.

"You deserve good things, you know," Alex finally continues, voice soft. He knows that's what Arthur's thoughts often come down to--the blonde doesn't feel like he's deserving of love, often questioning himself when it comes to his and Alex's relationship. Especially recently, as their relationship only brought them closer--Arthur would often have moments of panic as his trauma catches up with him, all those years of being used as nothing but an object making him feel less than human.

"What does that have to do with anything?" Arthur laughs slightly, but it's almost bitter, like a tea steeped too long. "I'm just sayin' you can be rougher with me if you want, I know that's what most guys like. You don't have to hold back for me."

"I want to be gentle with you though, okay?" Alex feels his face flush, and suddenly tries to avoid Arthur's light blue gaze. "I don't want you to ever feel unsafe, or get hurt, or God, for it to be anything like--what they did to you."

"Alex... I know I'm safe with you. You're my safety. You couldn't hurt me if you tried," Arthur almost smiles, but his eyes are genuine. Alex freezes at that, the freckles on Arthur's face starting to blur together, and the brunette suddenly realizes he has tears in his eyes.

"Okay, Arthur. If you're sure, then I'll believe you. But you're saying it like it's just about what I want, and not what you want, y'know. That's just as important," Alex tries to keep his voice from trembling as he swallows down the tears, but the knot in his throat only grows as Arthur's eyes widen at his response.

"What... I want?" the blonde repeats, words rolling off his tongue with an almost breathy intonation. Alex waits with bated breath as he swears he can see the calculations running behind Arthur's dilated pupils, encouragingly and ever so softly brushing his thumbs over Arthur's sides as if to say take your time. I'm here. Finally, he speaks up once more.

"I don't know what I want. I don't even know what I like, to be honest," Arthur admits, something akin to shame crossing his countenance. Alex almost involuntarily reaches up to take Arthur's face in his hands, wanting nothing more than to wipe away those worried creases in his too-young face, but he pauses as Arthur leans into his touch, eyes fluttering shut. God, he looks like he's gonna cry, Alex quickly realizes, and brings himself to respond.

"That's okay, Arthur. You don't have to know everything, not now, not ever. For now, though, we can--we can take it slow, okay? I don't want to overwhelm you," Alex says, keeping his voice soft as to convey just how much love he has for the blonde. If he ever makes Arthur uncomfortable, or afraid--he'd never forgive himself, he always says.

"...Yeah. That makes sense. I guess real intimacy is a lot different than what I'm used to. Guess it's like I'm a virgin again, huh?" Arthur's smile returns to that coy, crooked little thing, and Alex feels his heart swell at the gesture. In response, Alex gives Arthur a quick peck on the nose where he's still holding his face, making the blonde scrunch up his freckled cheeks and earning a laugh from the brunette.

"I guess so," Alex smiles, moving his hands slowly back down to Arthur's thin waist, light enough for Arthur to get up if he wants. However, the blonde simply puts his hands on Alex's shoulders, smiling widely as he pulls himself closer once again to the brunette.

"Okay, now kiss me again, dummy," Arthur sticks out his tongue in a childish manner before baring his neck to the brunette as he had before, an invitation enough. So, Alex yet again leans in and presses his lips to the blonde's pale, freckled skin.

And then he blows a raspberry into it. Arthur practically shouts with hyena-esque laughter, raspy voice melodic to Alex's ears as he shoves the brunette over playfully in retaliation. In a moment, the kissing is forgotten as the pair ends up in a shoving match, resulting in the blonde eventually falling asleep curled against Alex's chest.

They are taking it very slow.

[linawritesocs]

my nrc ocs' star send-off wishes!

okay, so i kinda wanted to take a break from oc content because.. even though it's very fun, i don't have that much motivation, but it's july 7th and i felt like i should start making wish upon a star content with my ocs because tanabata. that's my motivation dhjdksks.

i haven't drawn their cards yet, but i think i'll draw vance ssr, merrill ssr, austin sr and hayden r. i couldn't decide which boys should get their ssr cards and i went with vance because he's gonna get some good character development and merrill because.. because he's gonna help vance and act like a good senpai figure, haha.. and also he likes stargazing.. it's not because of fanservice i swear

so i don't have their cards, but here are their wishes!

also, i have a headcanon that rsa also does the star send-off because it was mentioned that some other schools also do this event AND ALSO BECAUSE I LIVE FOR RSA CONTENT, but i decided to focus on my nrc ocs this time! i think i'll do a rsa version of this post too though.

also feel free to interact with my stargazer boys and give them your ocs' wishing stars if you want, haha

(timeline info: vance and merrill have already overblotted before and hayden didn't)

avery's wish.

avery: it's hard to believe that they chose someone like you to be a stargazer.

austin: yeah, i also can't believe that this is happening to me.

austin: so can you give me your wishing star already? i have other students to deal with and there's not much time left.

avery: .. fine.

avery: but.. do i really have to say it out loud?

austin: i guess? everyone says that the wishing star won't work if you say it too quietly.

avery: what kind of rule is that??

austin: i'm not a fan of it either. that's why i'm not planning on making a wish myself.

avery: but here you are, trying to convince me to do exactly that.

austin: i don't have a choice! let's get it over with already!

avery: okay, okay! shut up, i'm making a wish.

avery: my wish is.. for roland-senpai to be happy.

austin: roland-senpai? who's that?

austin: is it someone from our school? i don't think i know anyone with that name.

avery: it's none of your business. i gave you my wishing star, so can you leave me alone?

austin: oh, is it someone from rsa-

avery: I TOLD YOU TO LEAVE!

austin: fine, fine, just don't shout at me!

austin: "i didn't expect avery to make a wish like that though. i don't know who this roland guy is, but he must be really important to avery."

vance's wish. (minor spoilers for vance's future vignette)

merrill: hey, vance-chan, don't you think you should make a wish too?

vance: .. why though?

merrill: even if you're a stargazer, it doesn't mean that you can't hang your own wishing star on this tree. you deserve to have your wish fulfilled.

vance: even after what happened today?

merrill: don't worry about that. you did the right thing, you told us how you really were feeling all this time.

merrill: even though you overblotted exactly because of everyone treating you like a kid and refusing to take you seriously, we still keep doing that.. and we're sorry.

merrill: also, you worked harder than all of us, you definitely deserve to make a wish after that.

vance: .. o-okay then.

vance: my wish is.. to become heartslabyul's older brother instead!

merrill: haha, i should've expected a wish like that.

vance: oh, but i won't just wait and hope for my wish to get fulfilled! i'll work hard to become the best upperclassman for the future heartslabyul freshmen!

vance: and one day i'll overthrow trey-kun!

merrill: *laughs* your wish is to overthrow trey? well, that makes sense, he really is the "heartslabyul's older brother".

merrill: i'm sure that your wish will become true though. you're more hardworking and diligent than people think.

merrill's wish.

merrill: ah, i should make a wish too.

merrill: hm, let me think..

merrill: my wish is.. to be able to buy all cosplay items from my list.

austin: heh, that one was predictable.

austin: seriously, couldn't you come up with something more creative? sometimes it feels like cosplay is your only interest.

merrill: you like those photos of mine though.

austin: u-um-

austin: okay, fine, i should stop denying the fact that i'm one of your followers.

merrill: and you're also a member of my fan club.

austin: and i'm also a member of your fan club..

austin: anyway, what cosplay items did you want?

merrill: oh, let me show you. so here's the list..

austin: WHOA, YOU'D LOOK SO GOOD IN THESE!

austin: .. please, forget i ever said that.

merrill: no, i won't~

austin: i just know you're never gonna stop teasing me about it..

hayden: "can i get a break from these two?"

real!jay's wish.

real!jay: um, so can you explain everything to me one more time?

vance: sure! first, you hold your wishing star like this, then you have to say your wish out loud, you can wish for literally anything you want and then your star will light up!

real!jay: but it doesn't mean that my wish will necessarily get fulfilled, right?

vance: .. well, i don't wanna lie to you, so yeah, the star isn't supposed to fulfill your wish.

real!jay: but then what's the point of making a wish? is it all just for fun?

vance: yeah, it's like making a birthday wish, it probably won't get fulfilled, but hey, it's fun!

real!jay: i don't think i have anything to wish for..

vance: again, you can wish for literally anything! it doesn't have to be serious, like.. let's say you want to get this really cool game that's coming out soon. or maybe you want to spend some time with your friends tomorrow. or maybe you simply want to have a nice day!

vance: really, you don't have to think so hard about it. just say the first thing that comes to your mind.

real!jay: i see.

real!jay: then, um, my wish is.. to become useful to ramshackle students.

vance: oh, what do you mean by that?

real!jay: you see, everyone in our dorm is very talented and sometimes it feels like i don't belong here.

real!jay: i mean, i'm not even an official nrc student, i just.. live here, i guess.

real!jay: i'm surprised you even remembered me and came to get my wishing star.

vance: how could i forget about you?? even if you're not really a nrc student, you're still my friend!

vance: wait, how did you get a wishing star then, if you're not an official student?

real!jay: ah, our prefect asked for one more when she received her star. i don't know how she managed to convince the headmaster to do so, but she got it and gave it to me.

real!jay: now you see what i mean? everyone in this dorm is doing so much for me and i want to pay them back.

vance: hey, they're doing it because you're their friend! you don't have to feel like you owe them something.

real!jay: am i really their friend? i feel more like their annoying roommate, to be honest..

vance: don't say that! if i asked them about you, i'm sure they would agree with me and say that you're their friend!

vance: oh, i'm gonna do just that! hey, minnie-chan-

real!jay: VANCE, DON'T!

austin's wish.

austin: i told you all, i don't want to make a wish.

merrill: come on, austin-chan, don't be shy~ i know that you actually really want to hang your wishing star with us.

austin: i don't! ugh, if i make a wish, will you leave me alone?

merrill: no, but i still want you to do it.

austin: well, thanks for being honest.

austin: let me think.. if i make a wish that mentions magical girls, i will sound like idia, right?

merrill: yeah, i'm afraid you will.

merrill: but hey, if you want to make a wish like that-

austin: no, i don't want to sound like idia. i should come up with something different.

austin: .. hey, can you all cover your ears?

austin: i don't want you to hear my wish.

vance: but we won't laugh at you, austin-senpai! you can be honest with us!

austin: NO, YOU WILL LAUGH AT ME! i just.. i just know it.

austin: "even though i deserve it after everything i've said about you all."

merrill: well, if this will help you feel more comfortable..

merrill: here, i covered my ears. you can say anything you want.

vance: i still want you to know that you can trust us, austin-senpai.. but fine, i'll cover mine too!

hayden: go ahead, i covered my ears as well.

austin: everyone.. t-thank you.

austin: my wish is.. to stop being afraid of what others may think about me.

minnie's wish.

minnie: my wish, huh?

minnie: i can do that, i guess.

minnie: can i get a different stargazer though? like deuce or trey, i don't want to give my wish to you.

hayden: i'm sorry, minnie-san, but i'm the one who has to get your wishing star. now, will you please make a wish?

minnie: ugh.. fine, but don't tell anyone about it, okay?

hayden: don't worry, i won't.

minnie: my wish is.. to get "shining luna-chan who's bright as a star" for my doll collection.

hayden: "i have no idea what she's talking about."

hayden: minnie-san, if it's okay to ask, who is "luna-chan"?

minnie: hm.. i guess i can tell you.

minnie: it's a very rare and expensive doll i want for my collection. it's hard to find her, but i still wish to get her.

hayden: oh, that's interesting! i didn't expect you to have a hobby like this, minnie-san.

hayden: i wonder what this doll looks like. she must be extremely beautiful if she's so expensive.

minnie: oh, i have a photo of her saved on my phone. here.

hayden: huh?

hayden: WHAT THE- ahem, minnie-san, may i ask why you like this doll so much?

minnie: are you saying you don't like her?

hayden: n-no.. wait, by that i mean i LOVE her, but-

minnie: i expected a reaction like this. of course, you don't like her, she's not "cute" enough.

minnie: it's fine, a guy wouldn't get her beauty anyway.

hayden: "IT'S NOT BECAUSE I'M A GUY, IT'S BECAUSE THIS DOLL IS THE CREEPIEST THING I'VE EVER SEEN!"

hayden: "if she ever gets this doll, i absolutely must break it. or maybe i should burn it?"

hayden: "it doesn't matter what i do to it, i can't let a doll like this exist."

hayden's wish.

hayden: .. why are you all looking at me like that?

vance: because you still haven't made a wish, hayden-senpai!

hayden: do i have to? i thought i don't have to make a wish if i'm a stargazer..

vance: no, no, you absolutely have to! you worked so hard, hayden-senpai!

merrill: i'm also curious to hear your wish.

hayden: haha, do you all want me to make a wish simply because you want to know my wish and not because i deserve to make one?

merrill, vance and austin: yes.

vance: though you do deserve to make it!

hayden: can you give me some time to think about it then?

merrill: you don't have to think about it so hard. also, we can cover our ears in case you don't want us to hear it, like we did with austin-chan.

hayden: ...

merrill: got it. cover your ears, everyone.

hayden: ah, you don't have to-

merrill: sorry, i can't hear you. now, make a wish and be honest about what you want, okay?

hayden: .. okay then.

hayden: "i don't know why i'm doing this. it doesn't make any sense, there's no guarantee that my wish will come true."

hayden: "but.. i guess i have nothing to lose?"

hayden: "it doesn't look like they can hear me."

hayden: m-my wish i-is..

hayden: "NO, I CAN'T DO IT! THIS IS TOO MUCH! WHAT IF THEY HEAR ME?"

hayden: "i can't.. i'm too scared.."

hayden: ".. no, i should make a wish. that's what he would want me to do."

hayden: my wish is.. to become friends with riley.

merrill: oh, it seems like you're done. let's hang this star together now.

hayden: y-yeah..

merrill: haha, your face is so red right now.

hayden: shut up. WAIT, I MEANT-

merrill: it's okay, you're right, i should shut up.

hayden: you didn't hear my wish, right? please tell me you didn't.

merrill: i really didn't hear your wish. i had my ears covered the whole time, you should've noticed that.

hayden: okay, that's good to hear.

merrill: "i shouldn't mention that i'm good at lip-reading."

riley's wish.

riley: ah, you need my wishing star?

vance: yep!

riley: i don't know what i should wish for though.

vance: it can be anything you want, riley-kun! it doesn't have to be really big or special, you can wish for something simple too!

riley: something simple, huh..

riley: i think i have an idea.

riley: vance-kun, can we play something together tomorrow?

vance: sure, i always have time for you! but why are you asking?

riley: oh, i just wanted to wish for us to play games tomorrow. but now that wish is fulfilled. yay.

riley: i have to use my second wish then.

riley: my wish is.. for me and allen to be best friends.

vance: right, you don't have the best relationship with your cousin..

vance: hey, if you become best friends with him, i won't be your best friend number one anymore! i will be so lonely without you..

riley: no, you will still be my best friend. you're just a different kind of best friend to me.

vance: haha, i'm just joking, it'd be nice for you and allen to get along.

vance: but what do you mean by "different kind of best friend"?

riley: um.. you're that best friend i can play games with tomorrow.

riley: and not only tomorrow, we can play together every day.

riley: allen can't do that, he always claims he's too busy to spend time with me.

riley: but you always find a minute to talk to me despite having so much to do. look at you, you're a stargazer now and you're still being so patient with me, even though you have to get other students' wishing stars.

riley: so thank you, vance-kun.

vance: ...

riley: um, here's my wishing star. here, hold it.

riley: whoa, you almost dropped it. be careful, vance-kun.

vance: yeah, i'm sorry, i'm sorry, haha..

vance: "why is he so nice?? do i deserve to be friends with someone like him??"

[rurifangirl]

ayy i finally woke up, so have oc asks💃

Kayn's opinion of higheals? would he ever wear them? if so, what kind of heals would he wear?

if Syndra could dropkick onw person, who would it be👀

would Rui or would they not try to choke me to death for eatin their gems askin for no reason👁

why did ya give Lyva such pink vibe👁👁 i luv her she's a fave

Shou's opinion on this lil shit

does Qiran hate anyone? like trully hate? is it justified from Qiran's pov?

Naexi's opinion on this fuck. specifically.

Evelyn's opinion on gore👀

Hakdkskk bestie now I understood shit so Imma reply Ig🙄/j

Kayn

Ahkeosk If anything he kinda likes them. Like probably wouldn't wear those but that's more because of uh, bitch Is a tree n if he ain't gettin help he's gonna trip with them 😭😭 And I'm sure that since some members of the gang still wear em he'd still find them aesthetically pleasin. I feel like rather than buyin em for himself he'd probably give his opinion on which are the cutest onto others tbh. All I'm seeing Is him helpinh out 7/Ruri w choosing them and being the himbo he is

Syndra

Ywjekdk surprisingly so not really anyone that Is currently alive I mean other than ti annoy someone she doesn't really have anyone in particular. For It so much time passed that even if she still holds grudges it's usless for it to get mad at them, since she was the one to do many, shitty and questionable things during its life.

If she could get back it would absolutely kick the shit outta of someone, but they're still not introduced so imma leave this ask with some sort of interpretation.

👁️👁️

Rui-

Yes. 100%. No question asked 😭😭 Why would ya even steal em from them, ya wanna get killed or somethin? Know your place you swine 🙄/j

Agdjkskw on a serious note they're extremely attached to their gems and would do anything to prevent them getting touched/stolen/broken, even going after you till the day you die (/hj)

They'd even change paths if that meant the safety of their gems tbh

Lyva-

Bestie i have no idea but sameee 😭😭 Even tho she ain't my fav she's one of em, but good news Is that Myst (my upcoming oc that idk when to upload honestly) Is gonna be kinda important for everyone and specifically Lyva, so you'll prolly get more content of them 😍

and also because i want to make more content id die for them too

Shou-

"What in the lord- Qiran, are you even sure it's my ask? ...You didn't get mixed up? Very well then. I have no knowledge nor want to know what that thing Is, rather than you shall keep It the more distant from me, if that is not a difficult task. Thank you in advance. :)"

Qiran-

HOHOHOHOHOIHOO YES THEY DO.

Remember when I said that they lost their friends because of something? Well let's just say that they didn't lose em because of natural causes, rather than something had brutally killed them.

Now I initially intended to make this one of the main members of the Cult, as they do have their reasons to take them down (Alias some of Qiran's friends knew too much), but now I'm kinda torn whether to make that another own character or not.

Or even giving the fault to some character I've already mentioned that Is kinda tied to Qiran too👁️👁️ (yes im now having doubts whether to make that a group of people or shous dad yes im serious).

But either way, they not only resent them BUT THEY ALSO resent their older brother, which again Is the other oc I gotta introduce, but everything Is gonna be explained better in his own post👀.

Naexi-

"what a... wonderful creature! is it tied to any human practice or tradition? it seems like a fun way to seek for comfort too, I suppose? thank you for showing me this :>."

Evelyn-

"Man that shit's nasty, I 'on like it and thinkin bout that makes me wanna curl up onto Naexis carpet or somethin n 'ucking vomit, and Shoe bein fuckin disgustin in their other shitty form ain't helpin 🙄 Damnin Weirdos" ( They actually care but are too much of a prideful bitch to admit It)

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@a-chaotic-dumbass @spoopy-fish-writes @damnfoxx @dopesaladlady @audre-falrose @nadi-117

[itsadamcole]

you should be sad

fem!reader x adam cole

Reader and Adam go out for karaoke night, and she decides to sing a song about her relationship with Adam and his actions ...

word count: 2.2k+

warnings: mentions of cheating and an abusive relationship, angst

— this is based on the halsey song “you should be sad”. it’s one of my favorite songs right now honestly —

masterlist

~ potentially triggering content below - read at your own risk ~

***

You put on your sexiest dress. A tight, dark red satin number that hugs every curve of your small figure. The low cut neck reveals a decent amount of your cleavage and the dress pushes up the dress for you, so you’re not wearing a bra. The thin straps on your shoulders are sliver and they are sparkly. You wear a pair of black lace panties under the dress. Your Y/H/C hair is up in a curly ponytail.

Your boyfriend wears a black button up with dark blue jeans and dress shoes. His long brown hair is tied back in a bun.

You and Adam were invited to go out for karaoke with a few of the NXT wrestlers. Resident NXT power couple Johnny Gargano and Candice LeRae were the ones who invited you and Adam.

Things weren’t what everyone believed they were when it comes to you and Adam Cole.

When out in public, everyone thinks you and Adam are the cutest couple. You laugh and smile when out with him. He holds your hand and sneaks kisses to your lips, cheek, and neck.

Behind the scenes, things aren’t what they seem. Adam has cheated on you with several other women. When he cheats, he blames it on you. He plays the victim. He tells you that if you satisfied him more than he wouldn’t cheat. Adam thinks you only know about three of the times he’s cheated but you know he’s cheated at least half a dozen times.

He’s never hit you though. He’s never been physically abusive toward you. Only emotionally and mentally.

You haven’t had it in your heart to leave him. You love Adam with your entire heart. You know he loves you too, even if sometimes he says he doesn’t.

Tonight, you are planning something though. You’re going to make it known how you’ve been feeling. To Adam, to your friends. You have a song in mind you’re going to be singing when Candice begs you to sing a song.

You and Adam arrive at the karaoke club. You wander around the club, looking for someone that you or Adam know. You spot Johnny, Candice, Mia Yim, and Keith Lee in a corner. You believe that the rest of the Undisputed Era are coming with their wives and girlfriends.

Good. Maybe they’ll start to keep their friend in check.

Candice says, “Y/N. You have to sing a song tonight. Your voice is beautiful and I could listen to it for hours. I have listened to it for hours.”

You laugh. While your boyfriend is NXT’s longest reigning champion, you’re a 4-time Grammy award winning artist. You’ve been friends with Johnny and Candice for years. They’re the reason you even met Adam.

***

“Y/N!” Candice says. “You came!”

You laugh and hug your best friend as you say, “I couldn’t miss my best friend’s birthday party! Happy 25th birthday, Candice.”

Your best friend giggles and says, “Thank you. Oh, by the way, remember that guy I was telling you about? He’s here, and he’s recently broken up with his girlfriend.”

You roll your eyes and say, “You’re not still on this. Plus, my career is finally taking off.”

“I know, I know,” Candice says, hooking your arm with hers. “At least meet him, Y/N. Please.”

You stare at Candice and say, “Ugh, fine. Only because it’s your birthday.”

Candice drags you over to the bar. She taps the shoulder of a man that’s standing at the bar. She clears her throat and says, “Cole. There’s someone I’d like you to meet.”

The man that Candice referred to as Cole turns around. You immediately meet his pretty blue irises. He’s almost clean shaven. His burgundy shirt match his maroon pants. The jacket he wears matches his pants.

Candice says, “Y/N, this is Adam Cole. Adam, this is Y/N L/N. The girl I was telling you about.”

“The future Grammy award winner?” Adam asks. “That Y/N L/N?”

You feel your cheeks heat up as the attractive man in front of you speaks.

Candice nods and says, “She’s agreed to perform tonight too.”

Your head snaps in Candice’s direction. You never agreed to that. You’re about to say something when Adam Cole says, “Well, I look forward to it. I think Kyle just got here so I have to go but Y/N. Come find me when you’re done so I can buy you a drink.” He sends you a wink and you watch as he walks away.

You find yourself staring at Adam as he walks off.

Candice elbows your side and says, “I can see the wheels turning. You’re actually thinking about it.”

“We’ll see what happens after my impromptu performance,” you say. “Thanks for that, by the way. No heads up?”

Candice says, “There’s a microphone right there. It’s a karaoke machine. Sing some covers or some of your original songs. You’ll be fine, Y/N. Break a leg.”

She walks off and you call, “I might break yours just for fun.”

Candice laughs and you sigh, getting set up for your little performance.

You sing a good four or five songs, ending on “Happy Birthday” for Candice.

The attractive man from earlier finds you after you’re done singing.

Adam says, “I can see why Candice called you a future Grammy award winner. Your voice is amazing.”

“Thank you,” you say, your face turning red as you look up at Adam Cole. You meet his pretty blue eyes and find yourself getting lost in them. Adam smiles.

He points toward the bar and asks, “How about that drink I promised you before the performance.”

You walk over to the bar with Adam.

That is how you met. That is how you got into this situation. You didn’t know then what would happen, and now you have a little bit of regret that you even agreed to meet Adam.

***

The rest of the Undisputed Era shows up and that’s when Candice says, “Okay, Y/N. Please come sing a song with me. Please.”

You smile and say, “Alright. Let’s go.”

Candice gets excited when you agree to go sing a song. You and Candice walk over to the booth to pick a song to sing together. Candice picks the collaboration between Ariana Grande and Lady Gaga. Rain On Me.

Someone hands you both microphones as Candice says, “I want Gaga’s parts. There’s no way that I can hit Ariana’s notes.”

You laugh and say, Alright. I don’t know if I’ll be able to either but I’ll give it a try.”

Candice walks up onto the stage and you follow her.

You and your best friend have the best time. You hit every single note. Once the song is over, Candice hugs you and everyone cheers. You say, “I’m gonna sing one more song. You can head back to the group.”

Candice nods and you walk over to the booth. You ask, “Can you put on ‘You Should Be Sad’ by Halsey?” The man behind the booth nods and gets the song set up.

Nervously, you walk up onto the stage. You glance at Adam and he looks like a proud boyfriend. Of course he looks like that. You wouldn’t expect anything less.

The song begins and you take a deep breath before you begin to sing.

I wanna start this out and say I gotta get it off my chest Got no anger, got no malice Just a little bit of regret

You make sure to stare down Adam as you sing. Candice looks at you then looks at Adam.

Know nobody else will tell you So there's some things I gotta say Gonna jot it down and then get it out And then I'll be on my way

Johnny notices how intently you’re staring at Adam and he says something to the leader of the Undisputed Era.

No, you're not half the man you think that you are And you can't fill the hole inside of you with money, drugs and cars I'm so glad I never ever had a baby with you 'Cause you can't love nothin' unless there's somethin' in it for you

As you sing, you begin to leave the stage, walking down toward Adam. A spotlight lands on you as you walk off the stage.

You approach Adam, who has a look on his face. You can’t tell if his face is full of anger or full of sadness as you sing. The look of proudness that was on his face earlier is gone now.

Oh, I feel so sorry I feel so sad I tried to help you It just made you mad And I had no warning About who you are

The group around you looks at you as they realize what’s going on. Candice is looking at you with concern and when she looks at Adam, anger rises inside of her.

I'm just glad I made it out without breaking down And then ran so fucking far That you would never ever touch me again Won't see your alligator tears 'Cause, no, I've had enough of them

As you sing the song, you feel confidence come over you. You realize that tears have started running down your face as you finish up the last few notes. Before you finish the song, you head back up to the stage to finish the last few lyrics.

Once the song ends, the crowd in the building cheers for you before you hand in the microphone before you walk over to the group. Candice looks up at you and asks, “Y/N, what’s going on?”

You are looking at Adam as you respond to Candice saying, “Ask Adam. Or better yet, ask the several girls he’s fucked behind my back.”

Candice looks at Adam and Johnny says, “Bro, what the hell is wrong with you?”

“I didn’t know that you knew about all of them,” Adam says. “I was going to tell you.”

You stare at your boyfriend and you say, “That is such bullshit and you know it. Once is maybe a mistake. Twice isn’t. Four times isn’t and six times sure as hell isn’t.”

Candice says, “Six times? Adam, you asshole.”

Tears threaten to spill over your eyelids and you say, “I’m done, Adam. I’m so done.”

You gather your things and start to leave. Adam calls after you as you leave. You walk out the door and wipe away your tears.

“Y/N,” Adam says, panic laced in his voice. “Y/N, please. Please don’t leave.”

You groan a bit and you say, “It’s not just the cheating. You play the victim and you blame me for your cheating. You tell me you don’t love me. I can’t deal with this anymore. You’ve had your chance and you threw it out the window as soon as you decided to cheat on me with not one, not two, but six other women.” The tears have begun to fall as you continue to talk. “I don’t know how you can live with the guilt that you’ve broken my heart so many times.”

Adam can’t even look at you when you’re done talking. You’re breathing heavily, trying to keep your sobs back as you stare at the man in front of you.

Both of you are quiet. Adam avoids your gaze and you stare holes into him.

After a few moments of silence, you say, “You can’t even look at me.” You wipe the silent tears away as your voice breaks. “You can’t even say something to me to try and make me stay.”

Adam looks up at you and he says, “What do you want me to say, Y/N? The odds are that you won’t stay no matter what.”

“I’ve stayed through every time I found out you’ve cheated,” you say, your sobs making their way out. “I’ve stayed every time you’ve blamed me for your cheating. I’ve stayed through every time you’ve told you didn’t love me. I can forgive you, Adam. I have forgiven you before, but you think that I won’t stay.”

You watch as Adam’s face goes from panic to sadness. He’s finally realized how his behavior has affected you. It makes him mad that he made you feel like this.

Adam says, “Y/N, I’m so sorry. Please don’t go. Believe it or not, I need you in my life.”

You wipe your tears away and say, “I can’t deal with this anymore, Adam. I love you, but loving you hurts me.”

He says, “I can change my ways. I can be honest with you. You can even come out with me if you want to just to make sure that I won’t do anything.”

“I’m not becoming your babysitter, Adam,” you say. “I can’t watch over you to make sure you won’t cheat on me again. I’m your girlfriend, not your babysitter. If you want a babysitter then go back to Britt.”

Adam says, “I’m sorry, Y/N. I’m so sorry. Please.”

You give a shaky sigh and you say, “I’m giving you one more chance to show me you’ve changed, Adam. You get one chance. You hurt me one more time then I’m gone because I can’t keep dealing with this.”

He looks at you and says, “I won’t throw that chance away. Thank you for forgiving me and giving me one more chance.”

“Don’t blow it,” is all you say.

[orange-waterfalls]

Hello, Nurse

Yancy x mute!gender neutral!reader

@glitchbitch69 ty for the prompt!

A/N: I heard that mute was an offensive word... but I didn't know what else to use... reader is a person who cannot talk. That's the best way I can put it. @glitchbitch69 I am 99% sure this is not what you asked for but here??? I did my best. Rated T for a couple "fuck"s and like... 2 "shit"s.

Word Count: 2.5k

--

Yancy enjoyed prison life. He loved his family, the food was good, the cells were comfortable, Shithole Hank's hooch wine was fucking wonderful, it was almost perfect.

Almost.

Apart from the fact that he wanted a companion

A spouse.

A life partner.

Whatever you want to call it.

One day, he notices someone new. Someone he hadn't seen before. Which was very weird because he knew everybody. They all practiced their musical number every Thursday.

He decides to introduce himself, so he follows you to wherever you're headed. You end up in the infirmary.

"Hello, there." He greets. You turn to him, slightly surprised. He's smiling at you, and not in a malicious way like you'd probably expect from a man who killed both of his parents. It's a sweet smile. A "I want you to feel as comfortable as possible" smile. You return it and wave.

"I haven't seen youse around here before. Youse new?" He asks. You nod. He raises an eyebrow

"Alright… what's youse's name?" You gently tap the name card on your chest.

"Hm. What's youse's favorite color?"

You point to your shoes.

"What's youse's favorite animal?"

You point to the animal poster on your wall.

"What's youse's favorite season?"

You point to the background of your computer. He huffs.

"What, can't youse talk?" He jokes. You shake your head.

"Oh…" he clears his throat, suddenly feeling very awkward. You make a gesture with your hands. He furrows his eyebrows. You huff and grab a Post-It note, writing something down and handing it to him. He looks at it and sees that you wrote "it's okay". He chuckles.

"Must be hard being a nurse and not being able to communicate with your patients," he comments. You roll your eyes, and wave it off. You write something else on a Post-It and hand it to him. "I can handle it" He smiles.

"Yeah, I bet." He glances back up at you. "So, uh… do--" he was cut off by two guards bursting into the infirmary with a man of a gurney. You rush past Yancy to see what's happening. Yancy follows you to see who it is. You make another gesture at the guards.

"He collapsed while in his cell. He won't wake up," one explains. You grab Yancy by the arm and lead him out, closing the door. He stands there for a moment before deciding it'd be best to head to his cell. He runs into Sparkles McGee on the way there.

"Hey, Yance!" He greets. Yancy smiles at him.

"Hey," He responds and they start to walk together

"Where ya headed?" Sparkles asks.

"Y'know… to my cell…"

"Already? It's only 7:00…"

"Well, I'm tired…"

"Hm… alright…"

"Hey…" Yancy stops walking. Sparkles, who was in front, turns to him, tilting his head. "Do you… know about any nurse?"

"You mean Y/N? Oh, yeah, they've been here for a couple of days," Sparkles responds.

"Really? How come I didn't know?"

"Well, you didn't really have a reason to. You don't get into a lot of fights and you don't get hurt so…"

"So… if I wanted to see the nurse… I'd have to get hurt…"

"Well, I wouldn't say you have to. You could just… talk to them?" Sparkles looks at Yancy weirdly. Yancy apparently did not hear that last sentence because the dumbass immediately went off to find a way to get hurt. He could get Jimmy the Pickle to punch him… that seemed like a solid plan. Yeah. He'll do that. He sits on his bed and thinks about what he's gonna say when he sees you again.

"Hey there!" No, too excited… "Howdy!" No, too awkward… "Sup" Nah, too "I want to be cool so you don't leave me". Just a simple "Hey" that's it. He sighs and lies down. He closes his eyes, letting sleep overtake him.

--

The next day, during breakfast, he sees you. He waves to you, but you don't see him. He figures that's a good time to start his plan.

"Hey, uh… I gotta do somethin'... See you guys later," he slides the rest of his breakfast over to Tiny, who promptly devours it. He meets Jimmy in a hallway.

"You got the stuff?" Jimmy asks. Yancy nods. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a small lavender candle. Jimmy takes it, putting it into his pocket.

"Now it's your turn. Don't do it too-" Jimmy just straight decks him. He does miss his nose, but he nearly dislocates the smaller man's jaw.

--

Yancy wakes up and opens his eyes, but quickly closes them again due to the bright light in front of his face. He slowly opens them again, allowing himself to adjust to the light. He turned his head slightly, eyes widening when he sees you scribbling on a clipboard. He begins to smile, but stops because it hurts. He reaches up to feel his cheek. Jimmy really did a number on him…

You glance at him, noticing he's awake. You set down your clipboard and pencil and walk over to him, smiling gently. He gives you a half-grin in return.

"Hey there, hot stuff," he says, voice slightly cracking. Damn, I fucked it up, he thinks. You snort and pick up a sheet of paper, along with the clipboard. You write something down and hand it to him. It seems to be a little quiz.

"On a scale from 1-10, how much does it hurt?

1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10"

He gently touches his cheek, wincing at the coldness of his fingers. He circles the number "4" and hands the paper back to you. You look at his answer and nod. You go get some supplies to give him a checkup and make sure everything else is ok.

As you perform the tests, you can clearly see his cheeks turning a light shade of pink whenever you touch him. A couple minutes pass, and you finish your check-up. Apart from a few slow reactions, he seems fine. They're probably because he was punched unconscious. You walk over to put your items away. He exhales deeply.

"So… uh…" he starts. You turn to him. "...do anything fun recently?" You roll your eyes and turn away. He pouts and crosses his arms. "Oh, come on! I'm doin' my best here!" You smack your lips and turn to him fully, making sure to obviously shake your head. He scoffs and mumbles something under his breath. You continue putting away supplies. When you turn back to him, he looks a bit upset. You frown, suddenly feeling guilty. You grab the same sheet of paper as before and jot down a couple of questions. You fold the paper, slipping it into his hand as you escort him out of the infirmary.

Yancy heads back to his cell and sits down, feeling gloomy. He takes the paper you gave him and opens it. It's seems like a little quiz. And the bottom, you wrote "I'd like to know you better, so here" and a small heart next to it. Yancy smiles widely and starts filling in answers.

You two write letters to each other back and forth, since you were usually busy in the infirmary. You learned a lot about him. He killed his parents and that's why he was in jail. That should have thrown you off waaaaay more than it did. You learned that him and all the other prisoners wrote a song and performed for new inmates. The practice was on Thursdays. You occasionally go and watch if you're not busy. The first time you went, he saw you out of the corner of his eye and smiled to himself while trying to get the newest inmate to stop fucking up the dance routine.

You two start to fall for each other.

For you, it was almost instant. You saw him singing and dancing and your heart just sped up.

For him, it took a bit. He was hesitant to trust you since you worked at the prison. He thought maybe you were only being nice so he wouldn't kill you. Which he would never, but you didn't know that. It bummed him out, until you covered for him when he got into a fight. You let Mr. Murder-Slaughter know that he had fallen , not gotten into a fight. For some reason, he took your word for it. Said you "looked trustworthy". That was about the time Yancy actually fell for you. Not a crush, no. This soft prison boy loves you with all his heart. That was a couple nights ago. You two had sent more letters since then.

He's reading the newest one in bed while he's supposed to be sleeping, giggling like a schoolgirl. He clutches the paper to his chest and sighs contently. He wipes his forehead, feeling a bit warm, but he ignores it. He would write you a new letter in the morning.

--

He wakes up in the morning, feeling like absolute shit. He tries to sit up, but his brain spins and screams at him to lie the hell back down. He obliges, only to suddenly go into a coughing fit. His body racks with the force, and he feels like his lungs are filled with something other than air. A guard enters his cell.

"Hey, you ok?" He asks. Yancy tries to answer, but goes into another fit and falls off of the bed. The guard rushes over to him.

"Whoa, ok… we gotta get you to the infirmary… c'mon," the guard tries to help Yancy to his feet, but his legs won't let him put any weight onto them. He groans as his head pounds, begging to lay back down. The guard manages to drag him to the infirmary, where he's plopped onto a bed. You turn, wondering what the commotion is. You gasp at the sight of Yancy. You make hand gestures at the guard. Yancy had been studying up on sign language, so he understood that you were saying "what's wrong?". The guard begins explaining what happened as Yancy begins to close his eyes. He lets himself slip out of consciousness.

--

He wakes back up to the smell of food. Chicken noodle soup? He hadn't eaten that since he was 11. He slowly turns to the side and sees a steaming bowl next to him, along with a small bottle of Gatorade. He looks around the room, searching for you. He sees you behind you computer. He tries to say "hi", but his body decides to say "fuck you" and make him hack his lungs out. You perk up at the sound, quickly walking over to him holding a whiteboard. You take a marker and write down "how do you feel?"

"Like… shit…" he croaks out. You smile sympathetically and write something else, showing to him.

It says "I convinced Mr. Murder-Slaughter to let me make you chicken noodle soup. I hope you like it. You might want to wait until it's cooled. I also bribed a guard into sneaking me Gatorade." He nods as you grab some objects and sit next to him.

You open your mouth, hoping he gets the memo. It takes him a moment, but he understands. You push his tongue with a stick and search his throat. What for, he has no clue. You eventually take it out and pick up a thermometer. He takes it in his mouth. You both sit quietly for a moment, waiting for it to go off. Yancy takes this opportunity to try and memorize every detail of your face. Were your eyes always so sparkly? He began to think he was hallucinating. The thermometer beeps, and you remove it from his mouth. You frown.

"What? Bad?" He asks. You turn the thermometer towards him so he can see the temperature. 108. "Oh… bad…" you shake your head and get an ice pack from a freezer, laying it on his head as you perform more tests. Once your done, he starts eating the soup, joyfully. It's all gone in the span of 30 seconds, along with the Gatorade. You blink at him before he crosses his arms and turns away.

"'s not my fault youse made it so good…" he grumbles. You smile, sitting next to him.

He turns back to you, a small grin appearing on his face. You two stare at each other for a moment before he reaches out, putting his hand on your neck. You glance at his hand, wondering what he's doing. He leans in. You lean in as well out of instinct. He closes his eyes because you're right there! You begin to close your eyes before you scramble to your feet, stepping away from him. He holds his hand in the air, a bit startled with your sudden disappearance. You stand and look at him, breathing harshly. Yancy groans and covers his face with his hands.

"Oh, I'm so stupid. Of course you don't like me," he says. "Why would you? I'm a scumbag…" you shake your head, immediately feeling regret for how you acted. You frantically look for your whiteboard. When you find it, you write something down and tap Yancy on the shoulder. He looks at you, tears brimming in the corners of his eyes. You hold the whiteboard in front of him. It says "108". He looks at the board, then at you, wondering what it means. You stare at him, expecting him to catch on at some point. He doesn't. You roll your eyes. You point at the board, then at him. He knits his eyebrows together in thought, before raising them and gasping.

"OOOOH, IT'S BECAUSE I'M SICK!" He yells. You nod forcefully. "Wait… so, you do like me?" He asks. You smile and nod. His face darkens. "O-Oh… well, uh… I like you too?" You erase the whiteboard and write "I know". He chuckles as you continue to smile.

--

A little while later, you deem Yancy ready to go back in his cell. He gets slightly upset because he liked spending so much time with you, but he was so glad he wasn't sick anymore. It's a bit late when you lead him back, so he decides to go to bed. He crawls in, covering himself in the blanket and you start to leave.

"Goodnight!" He calls. You smile and wave at him. He snuggles in and closes his eyes. He suddenly feels his shoulder being shaken as he tries to sleep. He turns to whoever's bothering him and almost decks you in the face. "Wha-" he starts. He's cut off by you leaning forward and gently kissing him on the forehead. He plops back down and gazes at you loving. You softly pat his chest as you start to leave again. You pause and turn back towards him, making a gesture with your hands. He doesn't know much sign language, but he does know what this means.

"I love you".

He smiles and makes the gesture back to you, making you smile. You turn and head back to the infirmary. Yancy sighs happily as he falls asleep.

--

The next morning, he meets you near the infirmary. He's about to say hi, but you frown, holding your arm up to your face. He stops, not knowing what's going on.

You sneeze.

You slowly turn to him, glaring. He nervously chuckles.

"Uh… sorry?"

[nitthilangeorge]

Got a thought on ma mind lately and I just wanted to talk about it since I haven't seen anyone speaking about it and I felt it is really important to share this message.

we all would've come across artists/Creators sharing and trying to promote their works on every social medias possible. Getting annoyed? But ever thought why behind? I'll speak about it , being an artist I thought I should definitely talk on this ...

Here by the term 'artists' I mean everyone who creates something new/an artform. They can be a photographer, musician, lyricist, actor, painter, dancer etc.etc. thats not gonna bring a difference for what I'm gonna say

First guyz whoever reading this know that we/artists promote our art and not promoting ourself trying to get some attention,fame or somethin'! Any artist who is really dedicated to his work fully will know this and will never ever do that

But do you know what's the happiest moment for an artist in his life? It's when someone checks out their work and says It's good or that they personally liked it . People, comment whatever you feel about the work we'll rly value both positive and negative feedbacks as it helps us to get better , but please just simply don't comment something without even checking the work and doing it just for the person's sake and giving the artist a false perception

I've seen many artists/creator's coming up with a new amazing art of theirs after putting days and days of hardwork into it but even tho it all will be underrated after them exhibiting it. That's when most of them gets hurt and lose hope in them and quit the work what they were good at ... You see thats how so many of the talented artists and their art becomes dead.

It's really sad that we need to depend only on the support from others to grow and make reach to our art especially speaking about growing artists. At times even I've felt so low after sharing my work with everyone, had got me feel like I'm literally begging everyone to check my work (I swear every artists would've gone through this phase)

(Once as usual when I shared my song with everyone one of my friend said that "Glad that you remembered my existence when you wanted youtube views and stuff" I swear nothing can make one feel worse than that I still remember that ... I felt rly sorry and bad at the same time coz Ik I'm literally bad at maintaining people when they are not around me. Talkin' about friends, even family or anyone! but they all have meant to me so much always tho)

Most of the time we really need some Inspirations, motivations and hope to push us on forward to continue to do a work. When there is none among the three yeah it gives a rly worse state of mind. At times it makes us feel stressed tbh ,Even I have been angry towards ma close ones and family just because I was holding back my many music projects for so long on pending coz I wasn't able to finish it.

Artist's block is the worst case scenario, It's the worst thing that any artist could face . It'll just get your mind blank and fucked up . You won't be able to get an Idea or bring up something new for a while it can start with hours and even can last upto days and weeks.

Guyz we all are in our homes now having plenty of time in our hands. Why don't we take a glimpse at each other's wonderful creations. Its really hard to survive as an artist but even a small word from you can bring up a real smile on someone's face. Your two minutes time spent on checking/feedbacking the work is the real prize for the artists who spent days and days for creating it.

Giving some real respect to the people out there who constantly supports each and every artist's content every time , you guyz are the real MVP's and reason why the art in us still lives.

Thanks a lot for reading If you made it till the end :P Ik its such a big message but just wanted to convey this to atleast one or two souls out there!

#Saveartists #Bringupartists #Quarantine #Spreadlove ❤

[our-eternal-love-affair]

Lies

[TW: Angst, Alastor and Angel are more so my hedcanon versions of them. Angel has a brain, Alastor has a heart. From my wattpad. https://my.w.tt/3pogZy2ma3]

Alastor and Angel had been in a relationship for a long while, it had been more than three years. All was well at first, but recently, it seemed strained. Distant. It seemed as if they had spent too much time together, thinking they had such a grandiose love affair, but really, what were they doing?

These were Angel Dust's thoughts, not Alastor's. Alastor was happy as a dog with a bone. His heart fluttered and his smile widened every time he thought of his beloved Angel Dust. He ached to see him every time they were apart, he yearned for the touch of that lovely white fur.

The two were currently sitting with Charlie, Vaggie and Husk, who were all in the hotel kitchen, looking over plans for future renovations. Angel seemed bored as he looked outside of the window, sighing mournfully. Alastor inwardly frowned. Why was his dearest so down? He wanted to see that pretty smile of his.

"Say, shall we take a break?"

Alastor proposed, to which everyone nodded. Angel left, letting Alastor follow. The deer demon took Angel's hand and walked close to him.

"Sha? Is somethin' the matter?"

He asked.

Angel sighed and looked to Alastor.

"Nah, it's nothin'. Just... Tired."

He said, looking around. Since entering a relationship with Alastor, Angel had quit prostitution and wasn't in the porn industry anymore. He missed his freedom, his... Liveliness. He cared about Alastor, but being in a relationship was difficult. You had to put in so much effort and it may not even go anywhere.

Plus, Alastor wasn't that interested in sex, so Angel mostly had to have fun on his own, and he was so busy lately, plus he hadn't been coming to bed, and every time they were in bed talking, it was always about the hotel and nothing else. Angel was sick of it.

Alastor frowned and sighed, giving Angel a hug.

"Alright, well... I'll be in bed later. Don't wait up, ya hear?"

He said, cupping Angel's cheek. The spider nodded.

"Yeah. Can you tell Cha-cha that I'm goin' ta bed?"

Alastor gave a nod and kissed Angel's cheek before going back into the kitchen. Angel trudged upstairs, to their room. It was so... Coupley. Angel let a few tears fill his eyes as he grabbed a box from storage and started taking his things out and moving them back to his old room, which still had his bed and most of his furniture in there.

"I'm the fucking worst."

He said to himself as he finished moving the rest of his things into his room. He closed the door and then went to bed, hating the disgusting feeling he got in his stomach.

Much later in the night, Alastor returned to their room and turned on the lights, making sure they were dim.

"Sha, I'm back..."

He saw there was no one in the bed. He looked around and saw all of Angel's things were gone, and the framed couple pictures they had were all faced down.

Alastor tilted his head. Perhaps Angel just needed some space.

The next day, Alastor found he was mistaken. Angel came to visit him in his office while he was working, causing the Radio Demon to smile even more.

"Hello, my darling! Is everything alright?"

He asked, concerned for his boyfriend.

"Hey, Al. I uh... I think you should sit down for this one."

Angel said, guiding Alastor to his armchair and setting him down.

Alastor tilted his head.

"Oh! Are you with child? I've heard cases of male demons having children! What shall we name our son?"

He asked.

Angel furrowed his eyebrows.

"No, Alastor. That isn't it."

He took a deep breath.

"I think we need some time apart."

Angel looked to Alastor, feeling his heart rip into pieces as he audibly heard Alastor's shatter and witnessed his smile fall.

"Angel, I... I don't understand. Is this some sort of practical joke?"

Alastor asked, standing up and going over to Angel, who gently pushed him away.

"I'm sorry, Al. I really am, but... I can't be tied down. I need my freedom, and I need my job. I can't sit here all day and pretend to be better. We all know it. I'm never getting out of Hell because I'm the fucking worst."

Alastor hadn't cried since he was a child. His eyes filled with tears as he looked away.

"Is it me?"

He asked softly.

Angel shook his head.

"No, I just... Nevermind. Let's just continue as we've been going."

He said, sitting down in another armchair. Alastor grew angry at this.

"Angel, be a man for one second and tell me the truth."

"Alastor, I just... God, it's hard to explain. I don't wanna hurt your feelings."

Angel sighed.

"God, shut yer face, Angel. It's too late for that, but it's fine, because I'm an adult. I can deal with difficult things and not avoid them."

Angel looked away. He didn't want to admit that this relationship was a mistake. He didn't regret a second of it, he cared about Alastor and he'd helped Angel feel something wonderful for a while, but that was over. It was dry, uninspired. He was too proud to tell Alastor that this was a mistake.

"I'm sorry, Al."

Alastor sighed shakily.

"Don't apologise! Just tell me what it is so I can fix it. Are we not physical enough? Is it the way I talk? Do I need to reduce my hotel hours?"

Angel furrowed his eyebrows.

"Well... You can't really fix it."

Alastor's eyes widened.

"You don't want a break, you want to end it!"

He gasped.

"You didn't even have the guts to tell me. You were gonna let it die out like it was some highschool puppy love! Goddammit, Angel! You're a coward, you've always been one."

Angel winced.

"Well, I didn't wanna admit it, but... We're not gonna fit, Alastor. Look at us! You're content with everything as it is, because your life is here at the hotel, mine is out there!" He gestured out of the window, to the bustling city. "I can't spend the rest of my existence waiting up for someone who cares more about his own entertainment than me or - whatever, honestly. This ain't gonna end if ya don't want it to, but on my end, I'm done."

Angel got up to leave.

"So it's over just like that? I thought you loved me."

Alastor said, sounding utterly defeated.

"I love ya like a friend, Al."

Alastor buried his face in his hands.

"What's the point in saying that? What's the point in saying it ain't gonna end?"

He asked desperately.

"Everything had no meaning to you, is that it? I just wanted it to keep being perfect. Don't you know how much I fought for you? Husk said it was a bad idea, he said you'd break my heart and run off with someone else, but I don't even get the dignity of reason. You just leave me because I'm not good enough. I can't just let you go, Angel. I can't. I've never felt this way about anyone. You're the one I'd do anything for, and yet you..."

Alastor couldn't stop crying. He sobbed and sniffed as he ranted, looking over at Angel Dust, who had the decency to look guilty.

"I'm sorry, I really am, Al."

He said gently.

"I don't want to hear it, just... Leave me be. I need time to process this."

And so, Angel left. Three months later, they hadn't spoken aside from hotel related matters, and Angel was back at his job. He thought he missed it, but he was just as miserable as when he was at the hotel. All of it was just bringing him down. He couldn't enjoy anything anymore, and now that he and Alastor weren't on speaking terms anymore, he had no one to tell all of his deep, complex emotions anymore. It was all too much. Everything was too much.

Drowning himself in booze and drugs, Angel dragged himself to work and back, his only solace the stars he looked up at, twinkling without fail every night. He looked off of his balcony to the city, then down at the hotel's front, then across the balconies. Alastor's room light was on. He'd seemed to stop sleeping after the breakup.

The deer demon stepped out onto his balcony, puffing on a cigar as he loosened his bowtie, looking up at the sky as well. He felt eyes on him, so he looked around, only to lock eyes with Angel Dust. He couldn't bear to look away as he looked at the tired, run down spider. Matte heterochromia and red eyes locked. The last of the light in Angel's eyes had fizzled out, same as Alastor's had. They stared into each other's dull eyes for what felt like hours, days, months, although they were only mere moments. They both looked like they wanted to say so much to each other, to let the other know what they were feeling; but they didn't.

They tore their eyes away from each other and then turned to go back into their rooms, shutting the balcony doors and turning the lights off.

[coffee-n-bagels-comic-universe]

Blood & Roses or Strawberry Milk

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This passage contains potentially: swearing, blood, whump and fluff content and violence.

Summary: A continuation of the previous chapter but more specifically, within this chapter Kirby and Roddy get to know each other better before splitting up for a while.

Kirby's POV:

Roddy stopped, realising what he had just said, "Sorry, I got overexcited."

"It's okay, just don't get a stiffie, alright?"

Roddy laughed, "Alright. I should get going, … unless you want to get breakfast together."

"Sure, you need a new shirt, unless you're planning on spending today in just the kilt."

"Maybe I will."

"Roddy, don't."

He shoots me a reassuring glance, "I think, my hotel room is the floor above."

"You're telling me this now?"

"let me check if I still have the key," He opened the pouch of the sporran and got the key out, "Room, one-hundred and fifteen."

"I believe that's actually down the hall."

Roddy left for a couple minutes, coming back wearing a black t-shirt covered by a blue plaid shirt and a pair of jeans.

"Oh wow, I almost forgot you were Scottish for a second, Piper."

"Ha, so very, very funny, Kirby. That reminds me of something."

"What?"

"Where does your name come from?"

"Old Norse, originally it meant 'Church Settlement'. However, my parents named me after the artist Jack Kirby, I think."

"Norse, as in, Vikings?"

"Norse as in I'm a quarter Norwegian."

"So, you're Scottish, Norwegian, anything else I should know about you?"

"I'm also Welsh and Irish. I grew up in Cardiff and my mother grew up on the Isle of Skye."

"Where exactly on the Isle of Skye?"

"Uig, I believe, near Kilt Rock."

"Wait, Kilt Rock?"

"Yes Roddy, There is a place called Kilt Rock."

"Well then," He adjusted his collar slightly, "Shall we." He tries to sound as suave as possible.

"Nice try, Romeo, it's not going to make me like you any more."

I grabbed my old leather jacket from within my suitcase and we started walking and, eventually, reached a small diner, we settled into a corner booth and I started scanning the menu for something to please my appetite, my wallet secure in my jacket pocket, I slid my mask into the opposite pocket, it stuck out slightly but wasn't noticeable.

"Good morning. My name is Debbie, I'll be your server today. What can I get for you two lovebirds?"

"I'll have," Roddy began, clearly either avoiding correcting the young waitress or not caring to correct her, "the 'Power Breakfast' with toast and a regular latte."

"And the lady?" she looked over from Piper to myself, before doing a double and take fully taking me in.

"I will have, the 'Tropical Waffle' with a side of 'Canadian Bacon' and a strawberry milkshake, please Debbie."

"Y-yes, Miss. So, that's the Power Breakfast and toast with a latte for the gentleman and the Tropical Waffle with a side of Canadian Bacon and a strawberry milkshake for the lady?"

"Yes." We said in unison, watching the waitress walk away.

"Roddy."

"What?" He scoffed

"Oh I don't know, perhaps you should have clarified that we," I gestured to him and then myself, "Are not 'lovebirds'?"

"Oh come on, you know if I let her know that she would've pried into our lives, y'know."

"Really now, Piper?"

"Yes, and stop calling me Piper, it's too formal, we know each other better than that, it's Roddy, or Rod, not Piper from now on, alright?"

"Alright. Roddy."

When the food arrived the waitress seemed to want to get the food to us and get out quickly.

"How's the leg?" I inquired before shoving a forkful of strawberry and waffle into my mouth.

"It hurts a little, but I've been through worse."

"Like bottling yourself." I mumbled through the mouthful of sugary bliss.

"Exactly." Roddy said through a mouthful of toast and turkey breast.

"You really should stop doing that." I warned him.

"Why, you care about me getting brain damage or somethin'?"

"No, I just, I can't stand the idea of you getting hurt, not after last night." I tried to keep my concerned tone to a minimum.

Roddy reached out to grab my hand and ran his thumb over my knuckles, "I'm okay. you made sure of that."

I know I should listen to him but I shrugged him off and went back to my meal, finishing it all as Roddy was around 3/4 done with his meal. Sipping my drink and gazing at Rod's beaten up face, focusing on his hairline still tinted a dark red with blood.

"You alright Kirby?"

I looked away quickly, "You're hair, it's …"

"Brown, I know. It's boring, why?" Sarcasm rang clear in his tone.

"No, Roddy, you're hair is tinted red, from the blood."

"Still, I thought I washed all the blood out." He was clearly joking but it stung me slightly and I don't know why.

"Y'know Kirby, Schultz was right about you."

"Really, how?"

"You're a fighter, a real tough guy, uh, gal, but you're nice, sweet even. You care about people, regardless of who they are."

"You were bleeding to death in a hotel corridor, right outside my room. I heard you get thrown against a wall. Would you rather I let you die?"

"I'd rather you'd left me and ran after the asshole who hurt me."

"It would have resulted in your death, Roddy. I couldn't let you die."

"Why not?"

"Because … because. I don't know okay. I chose to save you and that's that, alright."

"Alright, we should pay and get outta here."

"Already ahead of you." I pulled out my wallet and placed $35 on the table, calling the waitress over with my hand.

We paid and left, with me swiftly placing my mask back over my face. I caught Roddy staring at my face out of the corner of my eye.

"Kirby?"

I hummed in response.

"Why do you wear a mask, you're not hideous."

"I think every wrestling commentator I've ever met would disagree with you."

"what d'ya mean?"

"They call me 'The Ogress', Roddy. They call me a female Ogre."

"Then, they're wrong, you're not a hideous beast."

"Just because I saved you, doesn't mean I'm like that to everyone."

"How bad could you be? Sure you've made some dumb decisions in the past but the past's the past."

"Yeah, last night is also 'the past' Roddy."

"Look, all I'm trying to say, is, well, thank you and, don't listen to people, half the time they don't know what their words mean to the people they're saying them to."

"So, we are we headed, Roddy?"

"I don't know, maybe back to the hotel."

"Sure."

The rest of the walk back to my hotel room was silent, until we were inside the hotel room.

"So, who's better at conversation, me or André?"

"Well, Drey's got a natural charm to him, he's kind and knows the troubles that someone with gigantism goes through."

"Wait a second, 'Drey'?"

"Yeah, Drey, Why?"

"That's a pretty unique pet name. What is he, your boyfriend?"

"No, no, just an extremely close friend."

"Close, as in?"

"Close as in, we are just pals, you sound awfully jealous Roddy."

"Me, jealous. Ha! never."

"Never, really?"

I was trying to rile him up, and by the way he shifted his weight from one leg to the other before quickly shifting back, I could tell it was working.

"I'm not jealous, alright. It's just been a really long time since I've had a female friend as, nice, as you."

"Rod, come here a second," I got closer to him, to check the graze on his forehead, gently moving his hair away from his temple to get a better look, "Hold on, don't … don't move."

He held still and let me check the wound, it was healing, slowly but definitely healing. I changed my focus to the cut on his eyebrow on the other side of his face, gently placing my thumb next to the cut to hold his head still.

"Hey what are ya- Ah!" Roddy pulled away.

"Come back here."

"At least buy me dinner first." His tone once again became jovial.

"Roddy." I glared into his eyes.

He glared right back, as if to show how quickly he could switch his moods and making my breathing catch in my throat for a second.

"I think I need a moment" I whispered, turning to head to the bathroom before Rod grabbed me by the arm.

"I'm sorry," His voice soft and caring, "I didn't mean to scare ya."

This was new, a much softer and mellow version of Roddy.

"You didn't scare me that much, Roddy."

I continued to the bathroom and closed the door, undressing and getting ready to shower. I had been in the shower for only a few minutes when I heard the door to the room open and close suddenly, stepping out of the bathroom I realised that Roddy had left, leaving a note on the same page of the sketchbook that I had left a prior note to him.

"Thought I should get some rest in my own room. Thanks again. Roddy." I murmured as I read.

I hope he gets some proper rest, and heals quickly but I can't help but feel lonely without him here. God what am I saying, I don't like Roddy that much. Almost as if I love him, I don't for the record, I'm still not fully over Erik. God, I miss Erik. His kind smile, his flaming ginger hair, his goatee and the way any shirt would hug his muscles if he worked up a sweat. An extremely handsome man with the balls, or guts, to wear a kilt and not care what people thought about him because of it. There's no way I could give him up if the opportunity were to present itself ever again. I looked at the digital clock next to the phone and, realising how late it was decided to strip down to my underwear and get some rest.

I woke up to rapid knocking on my door and the door handle being jostled around from the outside. I hurried to get dressed and opened the door, my hair flowing over my right shoulder in loose waves. I swung the door open to Roddy, with a worried look on his face.

"God, what time do you call this?"

"I don't care what you're gonna say next, listen to me."

"Roddy," I looked over at the clock, "It's four in the morning."

"I know, but I could nae get ya off my mind." He stepped in, obviously stressed and closed the door behind him, "Listen ta me, just listen ta me."

"I'm listening Roddy" I huffed as I sat on the edge of the bed.

"How about you and me go out on a date, no one needs to know. Just you, me, perhaps a diner like yesterday, or a coffee shop?"

"Roddy, I fly back to Cardiff tomorrow, I haven't got time to have both a social life and a career involving another Scotsman, alright. I," I paused, "I'm still not over the last time I had my heart broken."

Rod dropped to his healthy knee, placing a hand on my cheek and looking me in the eyes, "I won't break you're heart, I promise, even if it takes a while for us to be near each other every single day. I won't give up on you. I swear on God above."

"Roddy, I … I guess it's worth a shot, I still have to fly back to-"

Rod cut me off by pressing his lips to mine, my eyes widened before I relaxed into the kiss, slipping one hand under his chin and the other around his back as he slipped his arms around my waist to lift me up to my feet, Rod having to lean up slightly as I leaned down into the kiss.

For the first time, in a long time, I felt at peace with the universe, the same feeling I had felt whilst visiting my aunt on the Isle of Skye.

Rod pulled away, breathing heavily, "I've wanted to do that ever since our first sparring session," He breathed a deep sigh, "Ever since I saw your face without that mask on," he took another breath, "It's funny what almost dying will do to you."

"Shut up, Roddy, just shut up." I pressed my forehead against his.

Then I woke up.

I woke up on the morning of January the eleventh, to silence, I looked at the clock, 5: 50, no signs of Roddy, I felt sick, like I had pushed my own boundaries too far. I rushed to get into the shower and clean myself of that dream, fantasy, whatever you want to call it.

I cleaned up the hotel room, got dressed and got to packing my things into my suitcase and duffel bag, before walking to the hotel lobby, leaving this hotel for hopefully the last time and heading to my truck. My dad had bought me a 1974 Dodge D200 when I was twenty.

A trustworthy vehicle and and a truck I could, albeit with a slight amount of discomfort. I packed the truck and planned on heading out to the next place, Queens, New York.

END OF BLOOD & ROSES or STRAWBERRY MILK.