#cash for your unwanted cars

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Cash for Unwanted Cars Sydney: Get Fast Car Removal Services

If you are looking to get rid of an unwanted car in Sydney, there are a few options for you. One of the best is to take advantage of cash for unwanted cars Sydney services. This is an easy and convenient way to get rid of your old car and get some cash in return. Cash for unwanted cars Sydney services are provided by a number of car removal services in the city. These services provide a quick and convenient way to get rid of your car without having to worry about transporting it anywhere. The car removal team will come to your place, pick up the car and take it away for free. They will also pay you cash for your car. Another advantage of cash for unwanted cars Sydney services is that they provide a fast car removal service. This means that you will not have to wait long to get rid of your car. The car removal team will come to your place, pay you cash and take the car away in no time at all. This is a great way to get rid of your car quickly without having to deal with any hassle. The car removal team will also make sure that your car is in good condition before they take it away. They will check the car for any damages or mechanical problems and make sure that it is safe to drive. This ensures that you will not have to worry about any of the problems that could occur when you are trying to get rid of the car. Cash for unwanted cars Sydney services make it easy to get rid of your car without any hassle. They provide a fast car removal service and will also pay you cash for your car. This is a great way to get rid of your car quickly and conveniently. If you are looking to get rid of an old car in Sydney, this is definitely the right option for you.

[carremovalscanberra]

Options You Can Choose to Scrap Your Unwanted Car For Cash

Every automobile has a breaking point, where it changes from a drivable jalopy that can stay on the road to a burden that needs to be removed from your life. Now is the time for you to decide how you want to go ahead.

Most people's next move would be to call a wrecker offering cash for used cars in Canberra. Even though it can still be the smartest move, it's crucial to be aware of your other options. Let's work out a strategy to boost your financial gain and send your car to its possible last and everlasting home.

Sell It For Parts Or As A Parts Car

Whatever its state, an automobile nearly always has a few components that could be pulled out and sold separately. Someone out there is searching for a particular part for your car but is unable to purchase a new one. It's up to you to conduct the necessary research to see whether disassembling the car before wrecking it could ultimately result in a profit. Although it could require a lot of work, it might also be quite beneficial.

Keep It As Your Own Parts Car

It's unlikely, yet a small number of people will purchase the exact identical vehicle for their subsequent vehicle. Check the new one for worn-out components and replace them with parts from the old one prior to getting rid of the old one. Alternatively, get a project car and use the components for that!

Scrap It For Cash

Your automobile is worth at least a few thousand bucks to a junkyard even if it has no value on an online marketplace. You can get cash for unwanted cars at the scrapyard, which they will disassemble, put them in a pick-and-pull, or scrap them for metal.

These are the available options to scrap your old car for cash. Choose the one that justifies your goals and situations. If you find this post helpful, don’t forget to share it with your friends!

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[binkszamsstuff]

Prize money

Mob/casino owner Bucky x server innocent reader

Warnings:kissing, stalking, creepy men, groping, unwanted sexual contact, minor character death, mob violence, let me know if I missed anything! 🩵 kinda safe for work? No smut

The smoke filled air with people’s slurred yells from the table games were what occupied most of the young girls nights. The 20 year old server walked up and down what felt like endless isles of slot machines, yelling over the shouts of frustration, music and much more.

“Snacks, beverages, cigarettes, anyone?” she yelled walking down an aisle.

“Yeah hey!” A man sitting at one of the many machines called her over.

“Hi sir what can I get for you?” The server asked him. The girl knew him, he frequently was seen in the Cash Pit casino.

Just as she was pulling out her notepad the man groped her bum.

“Nice outfit sweetheart”

“You need to get your hands off of me sir,” the server said sternly. Trying to mask her fear.

“What!” the man reached out to pull her closer by her waist “Common I’m a nice guy”

“I will not be serving you” Ripping herself from his grip the young woman walked straight to Sam one of the security guards.

“Sam” she weakly spoke

“Hey, I gotcha,” he said bringing her into him with one arm wrapped around her shoulder. His other reaching into his jacket pocket to pull out his walkie-takie raising it to his lips he spoke into it. “Steve I need you in section five ASAP bring Barnes with ya too. Natasha pull up the tapes in section five around three minutes ago and look for y/n. Once you find the clip write a report and put the fucker on the banned list”

“What am I looking for?” Natasha another security guard spoke back through the line.

“You’ll know when you see it.” was all Sam said. y/n had been working for the cash pit casino since she turned 18, now 20. She didn’t like the crime or the sin-filled place but she needed money, after leaving her mother's house due to the dysfunction and her mother always putting her cheating boyfriend over her own children y/n fled. She looked for jobs that didn’t require her to wear slutty uniforms (like the cash pit casino) but nothing paid like the job she had now.

The casino was run by an undercover mob boss James Barnes, James’ father started the family-owned casino but once it was passed down to James he added…a little side business. The casino was the perfect cover-up, before James established his power he would watch the city's gangs pimp his father for so-called protection. James promised himself he would never let people tell him what to do with his fucking money like his father did because his father didn't believe in breaking a few laws. James’ father was murdered when the casino was being robbed by the gang Hydra. That was 15 years ago and James is still in a war against them.

James was a cruel man. He was a womanizer, he never was satiated with one woman his endless cash flow brought in many women that he loved to play with…that was until his doe-eyed cotton tailed bunny came hopping through his casino doors in need of a job. At first, James just thought his obsession would go away, no woman could hold his attention for long. But she did, yet he knew the kind of world he lived in. It was no place for an innocent little bunny like her, he knew it was better to protect her from a distance. And so protecting her from a distance meant loving her from too. James never let anything happen to his servers, dancers, or any woman who worked for him, especially be unsafe in his building. But when it came down to his bunny, his girl, his love, and his obsession, he ordered she never be out of any of his men's sight. He made his men follow her everywhere, he even had a tracking device under her car. He would burn the world down for the one girl who made him soft.

James tried to be friendly to all his employees at his casino, talk to them, and make a legitimate workplace so no one would be suspicious. James lived for his short conversations with y/n, her giggles and shy smile made him want to kiss her all over her face. So when Steve his right-hand man threw open his office door with enough force to make it smack against the wall James was immediately pissed.

“Hey! What the fuck was that for!” James yelled at his best friend.

“It's y/n come upstairs.” James flew out of his chair grabbing his gun from under his desk top he and Steve started to walk to the main floor. No questions were asked when it came to girl.

“What the fuck happened” he asked.

“I don't know, sam said something happened with y/n and that we needed to get up there fast”

“Fuck! I swear to god if she’s hurt!”

When James and Steve made it upstairs his eyes searched for Sam and y/n. Sam had pulled y/n into the private smoke lounge that was empty.

“I feel so gross” y/n cried into sams shoulder

When Steve pointed at Sam and y/n James made a b line straight to her.

“What happened?!” he asked as he and Steve stepped through the curtain, Steve closing it once both were in the lounge.

James sat on the couch next to Y/n, pulling her into his arms his eyes softened.

“I-I was in my section asking if anyone needed anything and some guy asked me to come over s-so I did and he grabbed my bum and wouldn’t listen to me when I told him to stop”

“Steve go get him out of my casino” James ordered then his voice turned soft “Bunny baby look at me. It's okay now I'm here” he rocked her slightly in his arms, sam got up to step out to give y/n and James some privacy.

“There's my girl” he cooed at her when her eyes met his “You’re safe, he won't ever touch you again, no one will for that matter”

“Thank you, Mr. Barnes” she whispered to him, their eyes locked in on each other until he slid down to her lips. Her breathing got more shallow as James moved his left hand to the back of her neck. He pulled her closer onto his lap, his lips met her softer ones. The kiss was otherworldly, she had never being kissed like that before. Yet as soon as it happened it was over, the cold look in his eyes reappeared. James was hungry for his little bunny, but importantly he was scared. He was scared because he wanted her yet keeping her at a distance protects her from his mafia world but it doesn't protect her from everyone else’s . He had to make a choice, either let her go forever because of his ruthless world, or bring her with him, risk the danger but protect her better than any other man could.

James picked her up “Wh-what are you doing?” she asked confused

“I’m taking you home” When James said that she immediately thought of her home.

Walking through the back of the casino so no eyes could pray, once outside he continued to his newest black Audi. Putting her in the passenger seat, leaning down to buckle her up. y/n sucked in a breath, being so close to him had her reeling to reality. His cologne smelled so good, her in his arms made her almost forget that he was her boss. She had always thought he was handsome a not-so-small crush on him, she was especially flustered after their kiss. Just as he was finished buckling her up his cold blue eyes met her for an intense moment before he closed the door and walked around the front of the car. Opening his door and buckling himself, he started to pull out of the parking lot that was located behind the casino which was only for employees. James made his choice.

The drive was awkward for y/n she was shaken up by the creepy man and confused because her boss had kissed her but was now acting so cold. So caught up in her thoughts she didn't realize that he wasn't driving her to her home but to his. Only when the car pulled into a private driveway did she become aware.

“This isn't my house?” she hesitated to say.

“I know it's mine” he replied shortly. “Im confused, why are we at your house?”

James parked his car he turned to look at her, his eyes besotted on her, they would never leave her. James knew his eyes would never look at someone like they do for her, that he would look for her in every room for the rest of his life even though he could be miles away. He would never twant another person, she was his love, lamb, bunny, life, and soul, his future and he would die without her.

“y/n look at me. I want you to know now that after tonight I can't hind. I can't hide my feelings for you, I love you more than I could ever express with my words so please ju-just stay with me. Come inside, come home. I’ll love you for the rest of my life with or without you, but please doll be with me” he begged, pleaded, his eyes hoping with everything in him.

y/n stared at him, her breath gone. She couldn't believe he would ever want her. Yet her heart felt the same as his did, she longed for him, to see his rare smiles more frequent. She wanted to know him, to learn, to crave him, and never be able to live without him.

“Bunny, baby you’re killin’ me, say somethin’ let me be yours” he took her hands in his

“I love you James” she whispered before she let go of his hands and reached for the sides of his face. Pulling him in for a kiss, this one even more passionate, full of words now spoken, this kiss longer. Coming up for air from her magic James smiled against her lips chuckling.

“I love you y/n,” James said before getting out of the car, once on her side of the car he opened up the door holding her hand in his, he brought her hand up to his lips kissing it. y/n blushing while they walked into his their home.

The night was spent eating takeout in PJs (James' shirt and sweatpants that were hilariously too big for her) cuddling, kissing, playing, giggling, and learning about the love they would share for the rest of their lives.

The end

I had this song of repeat while I made this because it gives off shy but scary but sweet Bucky to me

[xx-kittydoggo-xx]

scene / emo bands and artists you should check out + an album listt :p

hello! i know some of these artists have specific genres (like electro-rock, neon pop punk, metalcore, crunkcore and etc...), but i put scene and emo on the title since i think this post would get more recognition with them <3

keep in mind some of them are more well known than others, and others are EXTREMELY underrated (one of them had only 10 monthly listeners when i started listening to them, now they have 19, which is still not a lot so thats why im here! xD)

-- Scene --

electro-rock, neon pop punk, crunkcore

Cash Cash - Take It to the Floor (album)

cash cash is an extremely popular trio that make iconic electronic music, but did you know that they were originally scene and their first album is considered scene? this album is extremely underrated these days and i dont see scene ppl talk about this album much or at all :'( the songs from this album are amazing!!!! especially 'party in your bedroom' ! <3

Aerodrone - Hold Me Like a Microphone

this whole EP is amazing!

Searching Streetlights - Casey, Write Me Off

they got only 19 monthly listeners, so go give them some love!!

We Are! The New Year - Come On, (Come On)

We Start Partys - Lose It

It's Like Love - So I Lied

Handshakes & Highfives - Reflections

Red Car Wire - Timing Just Isn't Your Thing

Watchout! Theres Ghosts - The Shakeup

Friday Night Fever - Oh She's So Mischievous

Last Day Lost - Turn Of Phrase

The Scenic - Armegeddon

A Last Failure - I Can't Sleep Tonight

Neon Noah - 40z Up Panties Down

JayReck - go go feat. spanky

-- Emo --

metalcore and screamo

Last Nights Favorite - Broken Once Again

Letterbox Tragedy - As If I Stood Alone

A Fragile Shade - If You Die Enough, You'll Live Forever

Unwanted Superheroes - Face Value

The Electric Diorama - Oh Dear, Now I'm Sure, I Hate You

At A Downfall - Knife-like Fingers

Oh Sweet Ransom - The Arsonist Vs. the Assassin

FallenSleepless - Thrill Me, Kill Me

might make a part 2 if u guys like this enough! :')

[writingforfishes]

Hicvember: Public

This is a fast and dirty (not sexually, just haphazardly created) fic. I'm writing it straight into the blog entry form instead of in a word processor.

I'm tired after work, but this is giving me something to focus on outside of...everything else.

And, yes, it's Otto. (This time sans Atticus, though!)

CW:

public hiccups

unwanted interaction

embarrassing hiccups

unwillingly being the center of attention

unwanted touch (non-sexual)

yoga mom

dude bro

STEVE

teasing (non-sexual)

He shouldn't have come to the bank on Friday, he realized. He knew better. People came to cash checks on Fridays. So now Otto was standing in a long winding line in front of 3 tellers who looked exhausted as they quickly shifted money into envelopes for waiting patrons.

Otto mostly took payments through online services nowadays. Even the older generation had become adept at using popular money transfer sites.

However, he still had a few customers, much older ones, who insisted on paying with checks. Even more frustrating were customers who paid in cash. Holding hundreds of dollars in your wallet as you walk to the car was always particularly nerve wracking for Otto. As if someone was immediately able to see through his pocket and wallet and would jump out and attack him. He knew it was an irrational fear but knowing didn't keep him from being nervous.

He could technically process checks through an app on his phone, but there was something about talking to a real person and physically passing on the slip of paper which made him feel more comfortable. He couldn't account for it. But he usually didn't plan so poorly as to attempt to deposit his money and checks on a Friday. To be honest, he hadn't even known what day of the week it was until he arrived at the bank.

It hadn't been a particularly hiccup-y day, so it surprised him as much as everyone around him when he suddenly, for no apparent reason, let out a sharp, "HUCK!"

He didn't even have time to process the startled giggles of the woman in front of him or hope that it was a single before he'd closed his mouth to several more hiccups in quick succession.

"Wow! Those came out of nowhere, huh?" the woman who giggled spoke up and he looked down at her.

She seemed either his age or a bit older. He couldn't tell. Her dyed blonde hair was pulled back in a sloppy bun. She was wearing athletic wear, perhaps yoga attire? She smiled up at him with mild amusement, though not without compassion.

He nodded at her with a smile, still working hard to muffle the enthusiastic fit. He already saw people glancing over in his direction. It's not like he was that hard to spot. He might not have been the tallest person ever, but 6'3 wasn't exactly a subtle height.

Add to it the jumping and sounds coming from his body despite closing his mouth and putting a hand over it and he had probably just become the most entertaining thing in the bank aside from whatever people were looking at on their phones.

"You get them bad, huh?"

It was the woman again. She was still looking at him. Obviously, he was now in a conversation, consent be damned for him having one. And blast his congenial nature (and literally being trapped in a line he couldn't escape unless he wanted to forgo depositing the wad of money in his hands), he didn't discourage the conversation for sake of friendliness.

"I hrmk! I do hmk!hmk!" he said, shortly. He swallowed as he resettled his hand on his chest. "I'm so-hermk!-sorry ab-mrk!-about these. Mk!hmpk! I know th--they've hmp!-herp'k! gotta be mk! be annoying to-erk! listen t--to!"

His throat was starting to hurt with how much he was trying to keep the hiccups clamped in. He really didn't want to cause a disturbance. He desperately didn't want the attention.

"Oh, it doesn't bother me, sweetie! I've got 3 kids. One set of twins. I'm pretty good at filtering out noises," she said in good humor.

Otto nodded with a smile. Maybe that was it, then. The line moved one person when she spoke up again, though.

"You know, my dad used to get really bad hiccups. One time he got them for a week! Can you imagine? Having them for a week?! Drove my mom and us crazy. Probably drove him crazier, huh? Anyway, nothing ever worked to cure his hiccups. Same thing for you?" she asked.

If Otto wasn't absolutely sure the other woman wasn't at all aroused, he would've wondered if she had the same kink Atticus had. Otto figured, instead, this was just a woman who perhaps wanted to talk to someone, and Otto had inadvertently given her a conversation starter. Well, his diaphragm had broken the ice, so to say.

"Yeah hmk! yeah, no--nothing re-himp'k!-really wor-erk!-s for hmp'k! for me," he said and intended on keeping it at that. But as embarrassed as he was, his desire for verbosity was apparently greater in the moment. "Exce--pt for hmk!hmk! for apple ci--ider hrmk! vinegar. Hlmk! or ta--taking hmk! a sp--spoonful of sug-ngk!-gar, then hmmk! salt and--and if that hmmp'k! that doesn't work mk! the-mk!-en lem--lemon juice!"

"Huh, really?"

Otto startled at the voice from behind him. He turned to see a man who was a couple of inches shorter than him. He swallowed hard again but didn't let the anxiety show on his face.

The clock maker nodded in response. Apparently, he'd garnered enough interest to be paid attention to even more. This was not ideal, but he'd faked confidence out of more embarrassing situations in his life.

"That always works for you?" the man asked.

Both of them were looking at him now and he found in his periphery they weren't the only ones who suddenly showed interest in the topic.

"Nine ti-imp!-imes out of ten. HUP'K! Oh, excuse me! hip'k!" Otto said and covered his mouth with his fist as his hiccups got a little harder with his nerves. He felt heat in his face on the back of his neck. "If one MMK! doesn't work MK!MK! the other o--one does. HUCK! Damn, sorry!"

Otto put his hand over his mouth again and another over his chest, money underneath the hand.

"I get the worst hiccups, too!" the man continued talking. Otto tried really hard not to roll his eyes in exasperation. "I might try one of those the next time I get them. What was that second one? Salt and a lemon?"

If Atticus had been there, they would have seen clearly the micro expression Otto was giving as he widened his eyes a fraction. Then again, if Atticus was here, he wouldn't have had to field the conversations at all. He really wished Atticus was here.

Otto shook his head to the man's incorrect recount.

"Sug--gar, salt, hmk! lemon," he said quickly, fingers still on his mouth.

"Sugar, salt, lemon! Alright! Thanks, man! You may have saved me over an hour of suffering!" the guy said patting Otto on the shoulder enthusiastically.

Otto took the sudden physical interaction stiffly and nodded just as stiffly.

"Gl--ad I could HRMK!-help," he said and hoped the guy didn't pick up on the thinly veiled sarcasm.

"I'm texting this to my dad!"

Otto turned a wide eye back to the lady in front of him. The line was moving a little faster now and he thanked whatever deity he didn't believe in for granting him at least that much.

He also gave a small thanks neither one of them had insisted on attempting to cure him. Normally he was completely okay with, even enthusiastic about, random social interaction. His hiccups, however, took away all of his control on the subject matter and forced any conversation to be about him and his involuntary disturbance.

"Well, I hope you're able to get rid of your hiccups soon, hon," said the woman. "They sound exhausting!"

No more exhausting than forced conversation, Otto thought. But outwardly he nodded.

"Th--anks," he said.

The bank teller was his last social hurdle, but he had no choice but to speak with her. He took as big of a breath as his diaphragm allowed and approached the window.

"Hey h--how can we," she started and paused again with a tell-tale movement of her head, "help you today?"

She had a sweet face. It was round and her eyes were dark. Her dark hair was pulled up in a ponytail. Her skin was medium brown, and she had a small mole on her top lip like Marilyn Monroe. And, it seemed, she had a pretty decent case of hiccups. Otto couldn't help but laugh.

"HUCK! 'Scuse me. I mk! need to m--make a deposit. Himp'k! Sorr--sorry about these. The ca-mmp!-ame out of no-hup!-nowhere when I HMMK! got into the--the line," he explained.

Admittedly, he felt a little less nervous when he'd seen her hiccup to have them in front of her.

"Oh, my gawd me--me too! As soon hip! as I got to--to the window! I thought I he--heard someone else wi--ith the hiccups, too! Hmp! I've been stru--ggling out here!" she said with obvious amusement and laughed.

Otto laughed, too.

"Well, you're no-HUP!-not alone! HMK!mk!" Otto reassured her with a grin and another sharp hiccup which threw his head back.

"Ev--eryone's been making fu-up!-fun of me," she said and covered her mouth when the last one came out a little louder and higher pitched than she'd expected.

"That's no--ot nice! HRMK!-uh, business ac-MK!-count," he informed her as he passed his paperwork and money to her.

"Was that a mouse I heard?" came a male voice from behind his teller.

"Sh--ut up, Ste-eep!-eve!" his teller yelled.

"Wait, does he have them too?" 'Steve' asked. "I think you're attracting more hiccups, Stace! Like a hiccup magnet!"

'Stace' growled in frustration. Otto, not being able to help himself, spoke up.

"Hey, Steve? HMK!" Otto said. Steve faced him. "Sh--shut up, man!"

Stace laughed in surprise and Steve had the decency to look humbled with a sheepish smile before he walked back to his window with whatever paperwork he'd printed off.

"I'm so--so sorry ab-mk!-out that!" she said.

"It's al-huck! all good! Us hilmpk! hiccup suf--ferers gotta sti-hic'mp!-ck together!" Otto said.

Otto left the bank feeling much less anxious than he had when the hiccups had started. He and Stace wished each other luck in ridding themselves of hiccups. But as soon he reached his car Otto stopped at the door.

"Mother fucker," he muttered under his breath. The hiccups were gone.

The clock maker took a moment to be very frustrated at the situation and timing of his hiccups before he drove away. At least he'd have an interesting, and possibly arousing, story to tell his spouse when he got home.

[heliads]

REQUESTS OPEN OMG EVERYONE CHEERED. hi i was thinking.. what if… hmm.. what if.. guardian angel y/n x connor lassiter where in unwind instead of lev saving him after the happy jack explosion its y/n. (they kiss at the end PLEase)

ANYWAYS ILY u survived exams i’m so proud !

'angel ex machina ' - connor lassiter

masterlist

They find Connor Lassiter staring at a billboard. He’s slumped against a wall, eyes hollow and vacant, like nothing in this world could possibly be more fascinating than a couple hundred square feet of boastful advertising. The bright colors seem to laugh at him, tantalizingly out of reach from where he crouches now, separated from the rest of the world by the walls of a harvest camp.

We have guardian angels! Low prices, high protection! 

Even if Connor somehow managed to piece together enough cash for their exorbitant prices, it’s obvious that a guardian angel would be wasted on him. Connor is days away from his own unwinding. Not even a real guardian angel could pull him out now, let alone the vapid models in suits they’ve got bedazzling that billboard. Everyone knows you can’t actually hire a guardian angel. They just show up somehow, save your ass however many times you need it, then disappear. There, then gone. Intrinsically a part of your life, and then it’s like you’d never known them at all.

Guardian angels are extraordinarily rare. The closest Connor’s ever come to meeting one is hearing a story his dad used to tell, and even then, Kirk Lassiter had only briefly glimpsed one of his neighbors getting saved from a car accident by one of the angels. Not exactly a core memory for Connor. His mom had never seen one at all.

That’s the way it usually goes. There aren’t that many guardian angels in the world. Rare things, they are. Somehow, they decide that a person is important enough to save, and then they swoop in and do what they do best. That’s usually saving them from disasters– floods, tornadoes, you name it. There’s an iconic photograph of a guardian angel rescuing someone from a burning building that Connor sees annually in his textbooks; something about the wings silhouetted against the flames is irresistible to school publishers. Hayden swears that he heard about somebody who got a guardian angel to do their taxes, but Connor figures that’s another of the boy’s bad jokes. Guardian angels are for real problems, not tax fraud.

Hell, no one even knows what guardian angels look like. There are photographs, sure, but they always turn out strangely blurry, like when the sun’s too bright outside and all you can do is squint. Even the people who’ve seen guardian angels say that their memories faded oddly quickly after the incident. No one can decide if they look like people, if their wings always appear, if they’re even recognizable as guardian angels at all. The only thing the masses can agree on is that guardian angels do exist, and they’ll never be good enough for anyone.

Least of all Connor. He’s harbored a hope that he’d get to meet one at some point, obviously, everyone has. Imagining that you’d be important enough to warrant an angel sent to watch over you is everyone’s secret fantasy.

Connor’s a few hours away from getting unwound, though, so he’s pretty sure that dream will die like the rest of his:  unwanted, unclaimed, unfulfilled. He’ll go to pieces as yet another boy who dreamed of being great, another poor soul ignored by the angels. The only difference is that, unlike most of the teenage population, he’s not even mediocre enough to live past sixteen. He’ll be in parts by tomorrow. Then, who knows? Maybe his elbow will go to a kid worthy of an angel. Connor wasn’t, but maybe his unwound pieces will be.

Connor shakes his head slightly to rid himself of the thoughts. He’s not usually like this. He’s not a quitter. He’ll go under the knife protesting his unwinding. It’s just a little difficult to keep up the fighting spirit when he knows that at last, despite all his running and hiding, he’ll be unwound anyway. There’s no fighting the Juvenile Authority. All his great efforts just delayed the inevitable. It cuts him to say it, but it looks like they were right after all.

In an attempt to get his mind out of obviously dangerous waters, Connor rips his gaze away from the offending billboard and glances around him. Only now does he notice another future unwind drawing close to him. Connor stretches and stands, forcing the corners of his mouth to upturn slightly so Y/N, his closest friend here and only ally among the cops and lambs to slaughter, don’t think he’s totally deranged.

“What are you doing?” Y/N asks, coming to a stop by his side.

Connor shrugs listlessly. “Nothing. Drafting my will.”

With anyone else, he’d probably stay silent, but Connor learned a long time ago that trying to hold his tongue around Y/N L/N is a losing game. They met in the basement of Sonia’s antique shop, Y/N having arrived barely a few minutes after Connor and Risa. Talk about a coincidence. They quickly hit it off, and as proof of their friendship, they’ve even ended up at the same harvest camp after it all went south back at the Graveyard.

If Connor were trapped with anyone, though, he’s glad it’s them. Not even Hayden can make Connor laugh as much as he does with Y/N. They understand him in a way that no one else ever has. If he were feeling particularly stupid, he would call it love, but Connor knows better. They’re both about to get stripped to pieces. If he spills his guts now and they friendzone him, Connor will have ruined the best part of his life for nothing.

So he stays silent, and watches Y/N laugh at his joke. “I want your car after they unwind you,” they inform him. “Maybe even the house.”

Connor pretends to be outraged. “Both? That’s absurd.”

Y/N snorts. “Who else would you give them to? The tithe?” Then, in a quieter voice, they glance towards the billboard Connor was staring at, and add on, “Maybe an angel?”

Connor sighs. “They can’t sell real guardian angels. No amount of flashy billboards can hide that.”

Y/N nods. “You’re still tempted, though?”

Connor lifts a shoulder. “Who wouldn’t be tempted? The idea is great. I’d love for someone to save me right now. Or maybe just care enough to try.”

“I care,” Y/N offers.

Connor gives them a wry smile. “I know you do. But you’re stuck in the same mess as I am, so maybe I’ll hold off on believing in your escape plan until you’re out, too.”

Y/N looks at him for a second, too deep for Connor to understand, then cracks a grin. “You should believe in me, Lassiter. I’m tunneling out from under the dorms with just a spoon. I might make it halfway to Florida by the time we get the unwind order.”

Connor scoffs. “That only works in movies. You’d need a miracle to break through an inch of concrete, let alone all the way past the borders.”

Y/N smiles at him, a little secretively, a little knowingly. “I’m pretty good with miracles.”

“Sure you are,” Connor says, stretching his arms to rid himself of an unpleasant pinch in his muscles. “Any chance you can whip one up to save me from my impending doom?”

He isn’t expecting Y/N to respond, obviously, but when their face drops at the sight of something approaching behind him, Connor knows it’s not just from his lack of belief. “I’d have to make it quick, wouldn’t I?” They mutter under their breath.

Connor turns around to see a squad of Juvey-cops bearing down on him. He swears under his breath. “This is it, right? They’re going to take me away?”

Y/N’s face looks ashen and wrong. “I should have saved you. “

“We should have saved each other,” Connor corrects gently. Usually, he isn’t the sentimental type, but as the guards get closer, he can’t resist the urge to lean closer to Y/N and whisper to them, “Hey, I’m glad for the time we had, alright? It meant– It meant a lot to me. You know. If I was going to talk to anyone on my last day, I would have wanted it to be you anyway.”

Y/N sucks in a breath. “Don’t say that.”

Connor stares at them. “Why not? It’s true.”

Y/N looks like they want to argue– why, Connor isn’t sure, but the guilt in their eyes is like nothing he’s ever seen before– but before they can say a word, the Juvey-cops close in around him, cutting Connor off from Y/N like slamming a door in their face. They give him the usual speech about how it’s time for him to be unwound, but Connor can’t find it within himself to pay attention. It’s so typical of him, honestly, to be zoning out during what may be his last hour whole, but all he can think about is Y/N, who disappears into the distance as the cops drag him away, Y/N, who he’s now left here alone, Y/N, who will join him in this fate not long from now.

Connor doesn’t want to be unwound. Obviously. He doesn’t want this, and the sheer force of his not wanting overwhelms him as they lead him closer and closer to the doors of the Chop Shop. A crowd of other unwinds has gathered by the door; apparently the final moments of the Akron AWOL make for some good entertainment. The band is playing. Connor wants to run, run far and fast like he always does, but for the first time in his life he realizes how pointless it is. If he tried to flee, they would catch him. They would drag him back, and it would be like nothing ever happened. There is no way this day ends with anything but Connor in pieces.

Connor forces his legs to move him mechanically towards the Chop Shop entrance. Just before the darkness of the place swallows him whole, something tells Connor to glance over his shoulder one last time and he sees Y/N staring at him beseechingly. He doesn’t know how he’s able to spot them so easily in the crowd, but he can. Like he would know them anywhere. Like doing anything but looking at them is impossible.

Then the guards shove him into the Chop Shop, and Y/N is gone, replaced by the dark certainty of Connor’s unwinding. The hallway seems to stretch out forever, but before Connor can take even one more step, a few very confusing things happen all at once.

First:  there’s this shift in the air. Connor can’t describe it. It feels strange and wrong, burning on his tongue like electricity. The hairs on the back of his neck stand up, and Connor knows at once that something is about to go wrong.

Second:  the room erupts in fire and smoke. The bone-rattling boom of the explosion comes later, a little delayed, but Connor sees the white flash of heat and light first. He’s knocked off of his feet, and time seems to slow down. The entire world is gone, replaced only by Connor, floating hazily through the smoky air, and the blossom of fire around him, searing off everything else.

Third, and most confusing of all:  out of nowhere, Y/N is right in front of him. Y/N, yes, but Y/N different somehow. It takes him a moment to realize why. Their eyes glow white, brighter even than the explosion, and their skin is radiating off this cool, pearlescent light. He has no idea how they could have possibly gotten in front of him so fast. He has no idea how they’re seemingly immune to the heat and force of the explosion around them.

Y/N reaches for him, pulling Connor into their arms. Their head presses against his, and they whisper quietly, forcefully, “Be safe, Connor.”

The command reverberates through Connor’s entire body. He doesn’t even remember hitting the ground, and when the explosion clears, he’s– He’s fine, actually. Nothing hurts. When Connor stares at his body, he’s utterly unharmed. Not even a scratch on his skin. He is totally untouched by the explosion that has just decimated the entirety of the Chop Shop.

Connor looks around him and realizes that Y/N is sitting in front of him. They’re both on the grass outside the Chop Shop, although he doesn’t remember getting there. Y/N is unharmed also, although Connor can say for certainty that there is still something wrong about them. It takes him a moment to get his scattered thoughts in order, and then he remembers. Y/N’s eyes wink pearlescent at him from a few paces away, and he knows.

“You’re a guardian angel,” Connor stammers out.

Y/N nods. “I am.”

Easy as that. They say it like it’s nothing. Like Connor hasn’t just had his life saved by a supernatural being currently sitting criss-cross applesauce in front of him on the waving grass. He’s had a lot of time to wonder what it would be like to meet a guardian angel, but it never would have occurred to him that one would have been in his life this entire time without him knowing.

Connor stares unseeingly at them. Try as he might, he can’t force himself to believe that Y/N is anything other than, well, Y/N. His friend. His best friend. The person he’s been crushing on since they stumbled into him by accident in the dark of Sonia’s basement. He remembers the flighty beat of their heartbeat when they were in his arms then, and he remembers what it felt like when they embraced him again in the smothering heat of the Chop Shop inferno. All Y/N. All an angel.

“You were trying to save me,” he begins, then stops. That really sums it up.

“I was,” Y/N agrees. “It was always about you, Connor.”

The idea doesn’t compute to him. “Then why wait until now to save my life? Why not make sure the Juveys never found us out in the first place?”

Y/N tilts their head to the side, considering this. “The job of a guardian angel is to save their primary assignment, sure, but also to minimize suffering wherever they go. I knew the Chop Shop explosion would happen if I didn’t save you. This needed to happen so everyone else here could be rescued. Worse things would have happened if I didn’t interfere now. It may not seem that way, but it is.”

Connor can practically feel gears in his head spinning. “So you knew how this would end the whole time?”

“I knew the great catastrophes of your life,” Y/N corrects. “I knew many paths you could take. This was the big risk, though. I didn’t get to see any more after that. Now I know just as much about your future as you do.”

Connor whistles under his breath. “That’s comforting.” Then, a terrible thought occurs to him. “Wait, that means I was your assignment. Like a job? Were you ever really my friend at all, or was that just something you had to do to complete your assignment?”

Y/N rears back as if hurt. “I have always been your friend. Guardian angels aren’t supposed to ever reveal themselves. I was actually meant to never talk to you until I saved you.”

“What changed?” Connor asks. He can’t stop himself.

Y/N smiles softly. “I saw you. You looked like someone fun.”

“Someone fun,” Connor echoes. He tries to think about his life, if anyone could see that and decide he was someone worthwhile. Someone fun. Someone an angel could watch and want to befriend. A warm feeling blossoms in his chest. Pride, maybe. Or the realization that the one secret he’s been keeping may go both ways after all.

“Yeah,” Y/N says, growing a little embarrassed. “I like you. My bad.”

Connor laughs. “That’s not bad. I like you too, by the way. In case you didn’t see it when you were receiving visions about my life.”

Y/N’s eyes dart up to his. “Really?”

“Really,” Connor says. “What, you didn’t know?”

Y/N shakes their head. “Like I said, I could only see what happened to you up to the Chop Shop exploding. Everything after that is a mystery.”

“Well,” Connor says, drawing closer to them. “I’m glad I get to surprise an angel once in my life.”

Before Y/N can ask him what he means, Connor kisses them, and after a moment of shock, they kiss him back. He’s not sure if he’s the first person in the world to have kissed an angel before, but he wouldn’t mind having that accolade under his belt. Just so long as he gets to be the person to kiss an angel two times, or three. Or forever.

requested by @julysn, i hope you enjoy!

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[thehomophobe]

Cash. 

You need it. I need it. We all need it. 

"Money can't buy you happiness" is a term of phrase you hated the most, with "Money doesn't grow on trees" being second place. Without it, how the hell are you supposed to sleep in a bed, or eat, or bathed and clothed yourself. "Money can't buy happiness", whoever coined that phrase should go fuck themselves. 

Your kvetch muttered around your mind, fogging it like a thick cloud of black smoke. You thought the alcohol would clear it out, but it only made it worse. It added a flood to your brain, rocking it like a boat on a stormy day. Great, another bad decision added to your huge pile. First you lost your job, then your spouse, then your house. And now your only friend is a bottle of beer.

Can you do anything right in you life?

You walked along the dark streets of the city, sad, drunk, alone and with a limp. Why were you limping you dumb fuck? The city lights illuminated your path to nowhereville; colorful neons and sensual moods aided your blurry eyes down the sidewalk. Trash bags with rats feasting better than you add salt to your financial wound. Homeless men and women, obese and reedy, fall slump with slumber and sweet rum in their veins, your fellow comrades. Life and the concrete jungle were really fucking you this time, and you don't know the safe word to save yourself. You might as well find a (crusty) comfy dumpster to crawl in to sleep.     

"There’s a place you gotta be

A thousand leagues beneath the sea

And it’s waitin' over here for you and me"

Huh? Where's that music coming from? You followed the sultry voice down the block, making sure you don't get hit by a car in the process, before tripping over a sewer grate and stumbling upon the biggest casino you've ever seen. Shimmering lights bedazzledu it like diamonds on a dress, neon signs signaling free drinks on tuesdays, ladies night on fridays, and winning big prizes. Dollars signs flashed in synchronized order, capturing your attention. The centerpiece was a giant orange sun with a wide (creepy) smile and rays spinning slowly like a clock. This place shined brighter than a star. 

"House of the Solar Eclipse." What a name. 

"Gonna take you for a ride

But first, you gotta come inside

Get ready for the party’s on tonight!"

You were never one for casinos. You tend to steer away from gambling as much as you can. While the thought of winning it big sounded exhilarating, there's also a chance of losing it all. The roll of a dice, the stroke of a lever, millions of dollars rewarding you for pushing some button. Life-changing, but incredibly risky.

In short terms, you hated leaving things to luck. 

...

Aw, the strobe lighting and cash register rings make you drool with desire. God are you desperate. You fiddled with your pocket, searching through hard balls of dust and crusty tissues. Until a starchy textures scratches your fingertips, you pull out the paper from your pocket. 

A single $1 bill.

George Washington's blank face stares at you, the crumples make him look more wrinkly than he is. Even he's displeased with your conundrum. Well you're not getting ridiculed by a old white man today, so you head inside with anxiety and a dollar bill.

So pack up, cash in

And get ready to begin

Toss the dice, once or twice

Baby, winning is no sin

So relax and just unwind

Leave your worries all behind

And get ready forthe party’s on tonight!

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Bright ceiling lights, velvet rug flooring, chandeliers, ritzy dresses, fresh tuxedos and the smell of cologne, smoke and whiskey attack your senses. Boy, was this place big. You were overwhelmed by the sudden change in light that your eyes unblur in lightning speed, causing your brain to shut off for a bit and then wake up. The haze of your mind clears to take it all in. You're starstruck. And underdressed god what the hell were you wearing? Maybe keep to the back slots to avoid unwanted attention.

Walking through the casino, you spot multiple card tables and roulette wheels occupied by wealthy patrons gaggled together like ants on sugar. Chips stacked up and lined with the perimeters of the tables. Chunky dice rolled along the mellow green of the craps tables; the crowd roars and pats the back of the winner. Men and women crowded the bar area, they kept the bartenders busy with constant orders the house's very own cocktail, the 'Jenna Sweet'. A simple mixture of Pineapple juice, Cranberry juice, Diet Cola, a pinch of rum and decent amount of Bacardi. It may not have been an attractive recipe to you, but it goes down a treat, especially when it could win you a fine prize. You spot a stage with glittery curtains and a mic for the singers acting like surprised guests for the establishment. Below it was the jazz band, conveying the instrumental of the song, working meticulously through their suits. You bumped into a fellow drunkard, though his was dressed better than you did--tux in all. You didn't feel like getting into a bar fight tonight so you excused yourself and passed by him, his stupor mumbled an apology. Hey at least he was nice.

Finally managing to get pass though the glitz & glamour, you meandered your way through the rows upon rows upon small clusters of slot machines, each screaming with flashing lights and oversaturated colors that could make an epileptic spaz out, all advertising how "you can win big tonight!" 

"$10,000, $20,000, $50,000, $100,000; all yours if you just sit on my lap and grope my stick." Well gee who wouldn't love to do that?

You did.

You wanted to do that.

So you settled at a slot far away from the center, trying to not draw any attention to your homely self.  Looking at the screen, the prize was about $5,000. At least, that's what you think. With the one dollar bill past you must've bestowed you, you pressed your luck. The three reels spin in accelerated motion, each symbol passing by in a blur. You swear if you lose your money right no-

Oh 50 bucks not bad. Let's have another go.

You pull the lever, which felt stale as it needed both hands to tow down. The little jingle of the machine played as you watched the reels rolls, the colors swirl with the white. $75, great! 

Hm...let's make it $100. You crank the slot again. 

...

$20. Come on, another try.

...

Ok back to $50. Another roll won't hurt.

...

$75.

...

$95.

...

$170. You should really stop now, but the big prize made your drool. You want more...a little more...

As you slowly sink into the state of gambling (and your delusions of grandeur), your money rose and sank like tidal waves. Time slowed with each pull of a lever, anticipation killed you over and over again. Every dollar spent either mattered to you or didn't. 

Maybe this was why you don't like gambling. 

Maybe you had an addiction.

...

Wait.

Wait!

WAIT!

$ BIG WIN $1,000 $

It ain't the jackpot, but it's better than $50. You should really stop now...

But...that prize...what are the chances...and even if you didn't get it, you can still win more...

Just one more pull, you'll put $200 in this time. 

...darn, 20 bucks. You put more in to see if you can get it back. 

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Time passed; it felt like molasses when really it was moving quickly. You sank into the cushion of the stool. God how long have you been here?  Whatever the time was, through the span of when you got here to now, you lost about $4,000. The closest you got to the big prize was that $1,000 you got before. And now you went from $1 to $0 in an instant. You rest your head onto the slot machine; the haze came back, along with a headache from all the flashing lights and colors. And it didn't help that you bought something to drink before you lost it all.

You didn't win big. You didn't win at all today. You should've left with that $1,000. Another bad decision, added to your collection.

"Poor dear...,"  A voice purred. "down on their luck..." Cool hands slither onto your shoulders, squeezing with slight pressure on your aches. "Looks like you need a pick-me-up." The hands press and massage the tender muscles of your aching back. Normally you wouldn't want a stranger touching you (and would bite back if someone had the balls to do so), but it felt so good...

You felt revitalized; revive and relieved from your headache. You stretch and moan in delight, god you needed that. The stranger kept going, seeming to be happy from your state. "That's it~. Feel that luck flowing in you." If luck means relief, you sure were feeling it. Their voice purrs, a siren's sonnet of sweet nothings slips through your ear. One hands slips from your shoulders, revealing a milky white arm with a cuff on their wrist. Their hand takes yours and places it on the lever.

"Come on, press your luck~."

Wait...? Are they bribing you to gamble? You don't have any money left. What the heck kind of scam is-

*Clink!*The jingle must've of played for 1 second before revealing a giant grinning face on screen.

 $ HUGE WIN $2,000 $

$2,000! How? Where? What?! The luck of the draw you guess. But you were sure you didn't have a dollar left. 

"My my~ what a surprise." The strange purred, their hand crawl back to you shoulders and continued kneading it. Their voice was silky and velvety like satin sheets on a luxurious bed. Utterly heavenly. "Keep going gorgeous~." You happily obliged to the stranger command as if they hypnotized you. The haze grew a little clearer, accompanied by the voice which acted like and dehumidifier and a motif for your gambling. You turned your head to look at the angel helping you but hand gently pushed you back to the screen. "Ah ah ah, eyes up front."

As the concubus deliciated you, you kept pulling the lever of the slot machine. The cash grew higher and higher. $2,500, $3,000, $4,750...

"CONGRATULATIONS!!! YOU'RE A WINNER!!!"$5,000

Holy shit did you just win the jackpot?! Your eyes widen, the chips rolled out the slot with ease.

You won. You really won. 

You wanted to thank the nice stranger for helping; if it wasn't for them flipping your luck you wouldn't have won the big prize.

...

Hey where'd they go? Through the maze of slot machines, you couldn't see them. Weird, you didn't feel their hands slip from you when you won. First the luck boost, now they disappear. Was it God? Mother Nature? Lady Luck? (I think the alcohol's getting to your head). Whoever blessed you you thank them. you sat up from the stool, the sound of sweaty cloth peeling off the cushion disgusted you, and pocketed all your chips. You can cash it in at the corner.

*Moon's pov*

*A few minutes earlier

"My my~ what a surprise." Moon purred, his hands rub and cute patron's shoulders. A down-in-the-dumps homebody...with the lack of a true home and in need of some quick cash. Maybe he'll convince them to stay a while, if the pit boss doesn't catch him. He's surprised he stayed out here on the floor for so long. Hope Sun's keeping him entertained. Or at least busy.

Moon leaned closer to the patron's ear, hands soothingly rub against their upperback. "Keep going gorgeous." His vocal cords rumbled. With their drunken state (and probably high libido), the patron pulled the lever again. As the reels spin, Moon marveled the guest under his hypnosis, despite the raggedy clothes and awful scent of liquor, they looked lovely. A little freshing up would sure make a difference. Usually he would do this act on occasion like he's some children's mascot, which is not to far off from being the poster girl for the casino, but this guest was pretty cute. Weird thing to say to a potential hobo but still. The patron turned their head, wanting to face Moon, but he gently pushed a hand to stop them from peeing. "Ah ah ah, eyes up front." It's all part of the act after all, and Moon's giving the total package tonight.

More shoulder rubs and sweet nothings whispered into the ears of the patron, each moan arouses Moon and gently presses against the back of the stool with his lower half. The smooth black bunny suit felt tight and a little wet down on the crotch area, a small erection blooming from beneath. He tries to restraint himself from rutting the poor fool. How soft their curves would feel in his hands, how warm they would feel around his cock, how their voice would sound as they moaned his name...there were so many others and so many features of them all that Moon had used in his mind to please himself and ease his need over this week. He was tired of his boss, it's time to get a new--

"CONGRATULATIONS!!! YOU'RE A WINNER!!!"$5,000

The wails and alarms of the slot machine snaps Moon from his sexual fantasies. Christ what has gotten into him? Was he drooling? Is there a wet spot on his suit? God he's sweating through this thing. How much time did he waste--

A firm hand grips his hip, latching tightly. A small and short exhale emitted from his lips, but he felt breathless.

"Shit!" Moon curse in his head. "I thought I had enough time to escape." The hand swiftly turns him around and walks him away from the patron, who current was in disbelief of their winnings. Moon looks back but that hand turned his sight away

."Naughty little bunny, leaving his little home when he's not supposed to." The voice tsked like a parent with their disobedient child. "I'd punished you properly, but your brother satisfied me enough." 

"What did you--?!"

"Let's get back to the loft, bunny."

Moon squirmed from their grasp, pulling away from their chest, "Get off--!" but they were stronger. An arm wrapped around his thin frame while its hand covered his mouth, muting him. The "lovely couple" waltz their way out of the floor and the upstairs to the loft.

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"Now you stay in there, I deal with you later." The pit boss hissed. Luckily for both of the brothers, Eclipse, the pit boss, has to deal with some "important business" with him, his goons, and the other mafias that decided to bombard him early tonight at the casino. Moon took off his heel and threw it at the door, sadly Eclipse closed it before the shoe hit him. Moon grumbled and huffed in defeat as he hobbled over to pick up his stiletto. It wasn't hard to move in the bunny suit, but it did chafe in areas he didn't want to get chafed. The fishnet stockings rise against the pallor of his thighs as his bent over; the slit creased. A lovely sight to see from behind. 

While Moon was busy with put his heel back on, Sun sat on the velvet couch quietly with a bottle in his hand, swirling the liquid inside. He must've wanted a nice drink before the chaos brewed into the lobby. He was always, as Eclipse says, the good twin: sweet, playful, obedient, dare to say pious despite the sinful attraction he brings upon the patrons of the pit. In both of the brothers minds, having Sun hold down the fort while Moon roamed around the casino for a bit was a good idea, even if it only lasted for a little while. His silence worried Moon; usually a casual remark would comment about the commotion right about now. What disgusting horrors fell upon his brother tonight?

"Did he--

""No, he didn't." Sun huffed "He wanted to, but he wanted the two-for-one special tonight. That's when he left. And I tried to stop him but...you know how he is." A leg crossed over the other, causing the fabric of the suit to bunch up again. In contrast to Moon's black bunny suit, Sun dressed himself in a ruby red bunny suit with no stockings to cover his thin legs. The ears were red and sticking upward, and a sparkly red bowtie contrasted Moon's black four-in-hand tie.

"Greedy fucker..." Moon hissed as he took a sit next to his brother. An open pack of cigarettes was laying on the table, lovely waiting for him like a temptress in erotic clothing. He took one and lit it with the convenient lighter next to the pack. A vice, but what else is he suppose to use to treat himself?

"Oh forget about, were they cute~?" Sun smiled cheekily.

"I didn't get the best look at them, but they looked so innocent and lonely." Moon took a drag before speaking again. "So I gave them a..."special" treatment tonight." 

"Lucky! They must've been drooling when they saw you." 

"They didn't. You know are whole act, if you look at the bunnies your luck will slip away."

"You sure that's not just Eclipse telling people to keep their eyes to themselves?"

"Oh no I'm positive about that." Moon took another drag from his cigarette. "What did he do to you?" He looked to his brother, who was currently pouring himself a glass. 

"He had guests over for a drink and wanted a plus one for tonight. I swear sometimes I think he's got a split personality. The moment he's got someone over he's the host with the most, but when they leave he's Al Capone without "his little friend"." Sun took the shot, the burning sensation pleasured him, more than anything Eclipse ever done. Any alcohol was better than what Eclipse could deliver. That pillow princess. "Say, where's the cutie now?"

"Don't know. Let's check." Moon got up from the couch--cigarette still in hand--and stepped toward the giant glass window behind them. The glass had just been clean a few days ago so the brothers can see the overview of the casino. 

They spot the willowy patron heading towards the exit, cash stash inside their long coat to avoid drawing any attention.

"There they go. Rich and pleased."

"Think they're gonna come back?"

"I'm sure of it."

[invivoinsomnium]

Tell me how you'd breed me. How you want to watch my belly swell. Tell me what you want to see me carrying. How do you want me to give birth?

Part one .

As your car drives down a dirt road, a blindly light hits the car out of nowhere, and your vision becomes white from the light . Before you know it, your car cashes into a tree, and you black out . When you awake, an unhuman figure is hovering over you and places all types of equipment over your belly and inside your most private areas.

As you kick and fight the figure try to calm you but what they are saying you can't understand as then you feel the pain is injection inside you . You pass out from the pain

When you come too again your belly has small bump and you are bound down . Soon the figure walk in and begin to open your legs to do an exam and ignore your fighting just continuing to exam you before then inject something inside as what every inside move around . The figure pat your belly and leave .

For day this happened where the figure check your progress then leave. One night you awaken to sharp pains and the figure coming in to help you deliver it monster that you carry all this time . As you labor you cry for help are ignored as you birth sometimes that look unhuman .

Anon, is this quite possibly an alien impregnation? I love it. ❤️

I don't know what else to say. The thought of being taken while I'm driving home by some otherworldly being, of being kidnapped for the sole purpose of being impregnated with alien life *chefs kiss*.

I imagine that this is about creating the perfect hybrid, and though any fertile woman would do, I was the one in the vicinity when they were searching. I was the unlucky one taken to be part of their experiment and ultimately impregnated.

It doesn't matter if they try to calm me. A combination of fear and adrenalin has me lashing out and struggling to be free. It's made worse because I don't understand what they're saying. Despite how they may attempt to calm me, they do not stop their experiment.

Drifting in an out of consciousness doesn't help me either, and the situation is made worse when I see that small bump jutting upwards. I've never wanted to be pregnant with a human child. An alien one feels so much worse because it shouldn't be possible, and yet it is.

Still, I find myself asking the questions: Did they implant a fertilised egg inside of me, or did they fertilise one of my own eggs with alien sperm?

I'm forced to endure the tests and exams, forced to watch my belly grow with unwanted life, and feel it move inside of me. It hurts and feels unnatural, and yet nothing is done to stop it. I am a prisoner. An incubator.

When I feel the pains of labour, I scream for help until my voice grows hoarse. I may not like what they've done to me. I may hate this being but they might be the only one capable of helping me after all I still do not know what I am going to be pushing into the world....if ai can even push it into the world.

For now, I am alone, in labour, and terrified.

[heartbreakslow]

Dash watch 1x02

Darren: I’m sorry about before. I shouldn't always assume you’re…Cash, while dealing drugs and stealing a car: …up to no good?”

In this episode, we get two scenes of Ant talking about the fallout of his hookup with Darren, and in both he doesn’t acknowledge them as a person at all and emphasizes that it doesn’t count/doesn’t make him queer—“it’s all the same if you close your eyes,” “I got ONE wristy.”

Darren’s mom moves some of their stuff to their dad Peter’s house, while he complains there isn’t room for Darren to stay there and besides Darren is mean and made fun of his beard. Peter’s having trouble using they/them. The mom agrees Darren is mean and it’s hard to use they/them—“it IS hard. It’s exhausting. And now…it’s your turn.”

I like how despite Peter being “poor” his apartment is beautiful with a giant window that looks out on the water. Darren has Amerie and Quinni over and has found a novel their dad is writing and is mockingly reading the sex scenes out loud. Peter walks in and his feelings are hurt; in response, Darren just makes fun of Peter for unknowingly picking up their douche kit. Peter leaves and Amerie tells Darren they were being too mean, which they seem to consider.

Later, Peter complains about never knowing where Darren is, and asks them to pay rent since they have a job. Darren is pissed and suggests Peter is disappointed by their gender and sexuality, and that he’s asking for money to make them leave so they “won’t be your problem anymore.” Peter is taken aback and protests that’s not what this is about.

Darren gets sent home from work for being rude and goes outside the restaurant, where Cash is on his bike alone. Cash asks how things are going. Darren complains about Peter asking for rent and Cash suggests Peter is just broke—“what’s he do? What’s his place like?”—but Darren asks if Cash is planning to rob him and Cash tells them to fuck off. Darren’s boss tells them both off and we see Cash looking incomprehensibly broody.

Darren supports Amerie and then Quinni at the party. They also enjoy stealing Dusty’s mom’s perfume!

Cash is dealing at the party, glancing at Darren and looking away before they see. They approach him and apologize for always assuming he’s “up to no good,” but get interrupted by Dusty’s dad giving Cash a cocktail and buying drugs from him. Another broody shot.

When Darren gets home, Peter makes a point of telling them that their relationship is important to him, and Darren signals their grudging acceptance by saying they’ll pay rent. Darren gives some feedback on Peter’s book (because “I was taking a shit and I needed something to read”) and Peter is touched that they read it.

Later Chook approaches Dusty’s house and Cash is standing there with the same blank/broody expression and shows Chook he’s stolen Dusty’s dad’s car keys.

Thoughts:

I mention the Ant thing because I never see it discussed. It’s not really that I dislike Ant for this, I just think it displays a dehumanization Darren experiences from their partners. In addition to the stuff with Ant, the fact that Darren makes some disparaging comments about “straight men” (the way a straight woman would) gives me a vibe that they mainly hook up with straight-identified guys. Which in turn means their hookups aren’t open to having a relationship with Darren, and may keep them a secret.

Tbf, the map does imply that Darren had a relationship with a guy named Connor, but the map isn’t canon. My read is that Darren has never had a boyfriend, really values attention from guys, but at the same time doesn’t expect much. And think about the way Darren feels unwanted/like they’re being passed back and forth by their parents, and multiply that by having their partners not want to “claim” them or be associated with them.

The language from Darren’s mom is telling: there’s this elision where she doesn’t explicitly call Darren a problem/exhausting—“problem solved” (problem=Bobby not wanting Darren to be there); “it’s exhausting” (it=using they/them pronouns)—but it’s implied by the combination of her words and making Darren move out of the house. From Darren’s perspective, it’s pretty cut and dry—“you want me to not be your problem anymore,” “I’m too much.”

Darren’s grudging acceptance of Peter is the second incarnation of the same story that we saw in the first episode with Amerie. Darren was quick to assume they were being rejected by Peter (they basically project that he’s going to treat them exactly the same as Bobby does). But after a little pushback from Amerie and Cash, and after Peter puts himself out there, Darren starts opening up to Peter’s love and support, which culminates in the scene at Harry’s in episode eight.

I’m not planning to go into Darren’s relationships with Quinni and Amerie much, but I do think it’s interesting that they show a very sensitive/caretaking side with the two girls, especially Quinni, that is quite a different “face” from how they usually act.

Cash is mysterious at this point and comes off as potentially creepy, mostly because we get these weird shots of him just standing there looking broody at the end of conversations. I feel like this all makes a lot of sense by the end of the show, so I actually have more questions about how Darren feels about Cash. It seems like they’re vacillating between writing him off (which seems to be how they felt about him before) vs. having a little curiosity/nervousness/attraction.

It’s funny that Cash gets mad at Darren for thinking he’d rob their dad, Darren apologizes, and Cash then robs Dusty’s dad! But I wonder if part of Cash’s broodiness is because he doesn’t like being seen this way by Darren, but simultaneously realizes that Darren has good reason for the way they see him, heightening his identity crisis.

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Desperate dash

I was running desperately through the restaurant, two waitresses pursuing me after I'd reached across the bar and stolen cash from the tip jar. I had thought nobody had seen me, but when I was confronted, instead of giving up, I had bolted for freedom, desperately dashing to the outside and hopefully to my car.

When I made it outside, they were still after me, shouting at me to stop. I turned and ran alongside the restaurant, thinking I had the speed, when I was suddenly kicked off balance and stumbled to my knees. When I looked up, my jaw dropped.

The waitress who'd kicked me down was climbing over the rail to the outdoor dining area, and she quickly landed next to me, smiling at my surprised expression.

"You're caught," she said, taking hold of me and bending me over the rail she'd just climbed over. "Hands behind your back."

I relaxed and surrendered my hands as other waitresses formed around me, attracting unwanted attention in my most shameful hour. The waitress who'd caught me tied me up, fastening my hands behind my back with what felt like another pair of tights.

"We keep those around for catching guys like you," she told me as she checked the knots. "Now, let's get you back inside and tied to one of the posts in the restaurant so the other diners will know you tried to steal and got caught. When the shift ends, we'll call the police to come get you."

I blushed, humiliated, and knowing it would only get worse. As I was walked back, another waitress took my other arm, and a third opened the door to the outdoor dining area.

"Bring him through here, girls," she said. "That way everyone gets a chance to see our little prisoner."

I wanted to burst into tears as I was taken back inside, to loud applause from the other customers and staff. True to their word, the females placed my back against a post in the middle of the dining room and tied me to it, using tights across my chest, then, to my utter embarrassment, they tied my feet together and then tied them to the post. The waitress who'd caught me looked at me.

"Would you like a gag so you don't feel tempted to call us names?" She asked mockingly. "We'll happily accommodate you."

I shook with impotent rage, knowing there was nothing I could do. She laughed as she reached into my pockets and removed the cash I'd stolen.

"Be sure to tip your waitress generously," she said, laughing.

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Burnt Out: Chapter Five

You woke up late in the evening the next day. You preferred to just stay in bed for the rest of the day until you had to force yourself to go to work. But, you couldn't. You rarely ever get free time to yourself before you had to go to work, so you weren't going to waste it. You got up and hopped in the shower before getting dressed. Your clothes were, revealing to say the least. Ryuji would only buy you tight fitting and revealing clothes and you'd be forced to wear them and be happy about it. Of course, this meant you would get unwanted attention from scumbags and sex maniacs every time you left your apartment. But, you learned to live with it.

You learned how to deal with it.

You decided to wear something a little more appropriate, at least until tonight. 

You walked to your kitchen and opened your fridge, and just as you expected, you were low on food. You sighed heavily before closing the fridge door shut. Looks like you had to make a trip to the store. Normally, you'd just order take out. But you were getting kind of sick of that, and wanted something home cooked for once. You put on your shoes before walking out of your apartment.

You made it to the store and picked out something simple to cook before checking out. You could catch the man ringing up your groceries glancing at your face every now and then. You knew he was staring at the bruise, you just didn't care. It's not like he'd ask if you were ok or if you needed help. And he didn't. He finished bagging up your groceries and you were on your way out.

Once back home you began to cook. You taught yourself to cook a while back, you're weren't great, but you were decent. It was good enough, you weren't trying to impress anyone with your cooking. Once it was finished you grabbed a plate before sitting on the couch and turning on the TV. You flicked through the channels as you ate, nothing interesting was on, like always. You'd eventually just decided to watch some trashy reality show. You watch as two girls get into a fight over something petty. They were scratching and pulling at each other's hair while calling each other bitches and skanks.

Having enough, you finished off what you cooked before turning off your TV. You walked back to your bedroom to get ready for the night.

You were counting up what money you made tonight and as you finished, you pocket it before pulling out your phone and texting Ryuji. You told him that you would meet up with him later tonight to hand off the money. You were so busy looking at your phone, you didn't notice the man who approached you until he cleared his throat. You look up from your phone screen and raised an eyebrow. "Can I help you?" You asked the man. He smirked before speaking. "Don't know, can you?" You knew where this was going. You put away your phone and placed a hand on your hip. "How much you got?"

The man takes out a stack of cash and holds it up. "This enough?" You shrug before leading him into an alleyway. "So, what do you want big guy?" You say, with a fake sultry tone. The man walked closer to you, his smirk gone. "I want you to come with me." Before you could question him, you felt yourself begging spun around and pushed up against the hard brick wall. You then felt something cold clamp around your wrists. Your breath was caught in your throat as you realized what was happening. The man, or rather police officer, began dragging you off. "Let me go!" You tell, trying to jerk away from you. "Stop resisting before I make you." He says roughly. This was bad. This was bad for so many reasons.

You're getting arrested, Ryuji would find out, and if he bails you out, you're gonna be in deep shit. You were suppose to be careful, he warned you of this kind of thing. But how were you to know? He didn't look like a cop at all. He looked like any other bastard roaming the streets at night. Once he reached his car, he slammed you onto the hood and began to search you. He removed your phone and money. Fuck. It's only getting worse. Ryuji was going to kill you for sure. Your heart rate sky rocketed as you panic. And it didn't help that this fuckhead was being so rough with you. He jerked you to stand again before he opened the back door of his car. There was no way out of this.

"Hey."

Or maybe there was .

The cop looked over to the source of the voice. Ahead of him, was a tall dark figure. "Who's there?" The cop calls out to them. The figure grows closer, until the cop could make out who it was. "Get the fuck away from her." Dabi. You turn your head to face him as best as you could. "Dabi." The cop scowls before reaching for his gun. Dabi rushed towards him and grabbed his face before blasting blue flames out from him palm. The cop barely could get a scream out before his head burned up completely. You flinch away from the harsh heat that radiated from the blast. The cop's body fell to the ground, now brunt flesh sizzling and smoking. Dabi then crouched down before grabbing the cuff keys from him. He stepped over the cop's body to get to you. "Dabi..." You say his name breathlessly.

Dabi inserts the key into the handcuffs before removing them from your wrists. You rub at your wrist gently, before looking up at Dabi. He was frowning, before you could ask him what was wrong, you felt his hand move up to your bruised cheek. You flinch at his touch causing Dabi's frown to deepen. "That asshole did this." He says. "Where does that fucker live?" He asks you. You sigh before moving your hand up to his own and removing it from your cheek. "There's no point."

"I'm serious." Dabi tells you. "And so am I." You argue. "Don't be a hero. Just, forget about it ok?" You didn't need to tell Dabi of all people not to be a hero. But if he really was serious, then you'd do everything you could to stop him from doing something stupid. There really was no point. "How do you expect me to forget about it?"

"Dabi. Drop it."

"You expect me to just let this continue? To just let you get hurt?"

"This has nothing to do with you, so just stay out of it." You tell him. Dabi scoffed. "Stay out of it? No, I'm not going to do that."

"Why do you care?" You genuinely ask. Since when did villains ever care about the well being of others? Well, maybe that was a bit unfair, now that you think about it. But, what were you to think of Dabi now? He's nothing like he was before. He's hurt people, he's killed people. He's not exactly a good person. So, it made you curious. Why would he care? Why would he be concerned about your well being? Dabi sighed heavily. "If you won't tell me where he lives, I'll just have to find out myself." He says before starting to walk away. "Dabi!" You call his name, frustration lacing your tone. "I mean it, don't get involved!"

Dabi ignored you as he walked. "Dabi!" You yell his name again. Still, he ignored you. Your hands began to shake, you had a sinking feeling in your gut. This was the last thing you wanted. Dabi didn't need to do this, he didn't need to get mixed up in all of this, he didn't need to potentially get hurt because of this. Because of you.

You'd never forgive yourself.

Your legs seemed to have moved on their own.

If he gets hurt because of you.

You rush to him. Reached for him, and grabbed him. You held onto him from behind, making him stop.

You couldn't loose him again.

"Please." Your voice cracked as tears filled your eyes. "Don't do it Toya." You were unable to see Dabi's expression, but you could feel his body tense. You've only just got your best friend back. Whether Dabi felt the same way about you or not, you weren't ready to loose him for a second time. "What do you want me to do then?" Dabi finally spoke after a while. "I already to you. Stay out of it." You sniffle. "I can't do that." Dabi mutters. "Why not!?" You cry. Why couldn't he just be like everyone else? Why couldn't he just ignore it, just like everyone else? Why did he have to care? "And you didn't answer my question. Why do you care?" You ask. Dabi turned around to face you. He opened his mouth to speak, and then, your phone rang.

You already knew who it was. Who else would it be? You were tempted to ignore it, but you knew better than to do that. You you each for your phone, but before you could press answer. Dabi took it from you and answered instead. "Dabi! What are you doing?" Dabi moved the phone up to his ear.

"Bitch where are you at!? I told you not to be late again god damn it!"

You could hear Ryuji yelling from where you stood. "She's not coming." Dabi spoke into the phone. There was silence for a moment before Ryuji spoke again.

"Who the hell are you?"

"The name's Dabi. I'm the man who's gonna kill you."

Well fuck, there was no keeping him out of the mix now. Dabi didn't give Ryuji the chance to reply before he hung the phone up and handed it back to you. "Dabi. Why did you have to say that?" You sigh. Dabi walked past you. "Come with me." You might as well, you defiantly didn't want to go back to your apartment now. You follow after Dabi, all the while that sinking feeling still lingered within you.

[justbeingnamaste]

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