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delulu-is-the-solulu-843 · 7 months ago

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“Workout” buddies

Abby Anderson x fem reader

Summary: you go the campus gym and can’t help but be distracted by the beautiful woman working out, she seems to be just as distracted as you are.

Warnings: smut, semi public sex, fingering, cursing,strangers to more?

You don’t want to admit the rarity at which you use the free campus gym. Sure you’ve used it once or twice before, but who has time to go to the gym? Apparently your new found gym crush does. You hated yourself for staring but how could you not, bulging biceps moving seamlessly with every dumbbell curl she did, her tight black sweat pants clinging to her muscular thighs and ass perfectly. You shamelessly checked her out from your place at the treadmill, as she did bicep curls In front of the full length mirror. Your eyes travelled up her body until her eyes met yours in the mirror.

You fell a small part of you die inside as your face flushes and you look away. You can’t believe you got caught staring, you risk taking another glance hoping she wouldn’t be to mad, but your met with her smirking at you through the mirror. You continue your run on the treadmill looking anywhere but her before you make a bigger fool of yourself.

This is how it went the whole time you move from different machine to different machine but somehow your eyes would always find her. She knew it too, she’d flex harder than necessarily, she’d smirk as you watched the way her muscles rippled under her skin, and she’d wait till you were looking at her to lift the bottom of her tank top to wipe the sweat from her forehead giving you a lovely view of her abs. You can’t help the gasp that leaves your lips. You could the moisture leaving your mouth and quickly going south.

You were getting ready to do deadlifts when the Greek goddess approached you.

“Want a spotter?” Her silky smooth voice asks

And you were happy you weren’t holding the bar yet because you would have surly dropped it.

“Uh yeah that’d be great thanks” you bumbled out

She nodded with a smile as she stood behind you. You could tell her eyes on you, you wiped your sweaty palms on your workout pants before you grabbed the bar.

You did four before you started to struggle. You got the bar upon the fifth one before you really started to struggle before you felt her front flush against your back and her strong hands holding your waist.

“It’s alright I got you” she her voice low against your ear

Your ass was tucked into her pelvis

“Just put it down slow” she guided you

And you slowly dropped the bar breathing heavy

“Good girl” she whispers into your ear

“U-uh thank you, for helping with that i um I’m done for today so I gonna hit the showers thanks again” you awkwardly ramble before rushing off towards the locker room.

You left Abby standing there smirking at your retreating form.

You just had to hurry up and shower then you could leave and forget that ever happened, you thought to yourself as you quickly opened your locker and grabbed your shower bag and towel. You could the wetness between your legs and the way your clit throbbed. You definitely had a date with your vibrator tonight.

You quickly showered and you were now in front of your locker, your towel still wrapped around you.

“I’ve e never seen you here before” a familiar voice speaks out and you jump whipping around with your hand to your chest over your rapidly beating heart

“Sorry” she says with a laugh “I didn’t mean to scare you” it’s the Greek goddess again and now you are fully convinced she is trying to kill you with how she has her muscles on display for your eyes to see. She wore nothing but a black sports bra and black boxers, her wet hair back in its signature braid.

“I don’t come here very often” you answer her question

“Hmm that’s a shame” she pushes off the lockers she leaning against and slowly makes her way to you until she’s in front of you

“I’m gonna miss having an audience” she teases with a little smirk

You blush while opening and closing your mouth trying to find something to say

Her raspy chuckle breaks the silence of the locker room

She moves closer to you until your back is pressed against the lockers and she’s right in front of you, she braces one hand on the locker by your head while the other lifts your chin so your meeting her stormy blue eyes.

She leans down and she’s a hairs length away from your lips, you can feel her breath on her face

“S’ok I was looking too” her voice is low

Your eyes flick down to her lips before meeting her eyes again, you decide to take it into your own hands and you surge forward your lips meeting hers.

It’s a hot and messy kiss, she has you pressed against the lockers and your holding onto her shoulder while your other hand is on the small of her back, trying to pull her even closer to you. Her tongue runs along the seam of your lips, her teeth nip at your bottom lip. When you moan her tongue goes into your mouth and explores when she can reach.

She breaks the kiss and you both catch your breath, your eyes meet hers and your knees almost give out at the look she gives you. Her eyes are dark, the blue irises barely visible around her blown pupils.

You feel her moves you towel and you feel her warm hand on your thigh

“This okay?” She asks as she kisses your jaw

You nod

“Use your words baby” she tells you as she nips at your neck

“Y-yes please” you breathe out

“Good girl” she mumbles against your neck as her fingers trail up your thigh to your wet core

She runs her fingers through your slit and groans at the slick she finds there

“Fuck your so wet, gonna have to be quick. Don’t want anyone to walk in” she tells you as she starts to circle your clit with her fingers.

You whimper and grab onto her arm, feeling the the muscles move under your hand just floods your center even more. She kisses and nips at your neck and her fingers move down to your hole.

She slowly fucks one finger into you savoring the way your velvety wet wall feel around her.

She adds a second finger and curls them hitting your sweet spot and you have to bite your lip to prevent the moan that wants to come out.

She sets a quick pace, her fingers fuck into you while her palm rubs against your clit. Your hips rock with every movement seeking the friction your body is begging for.

All that can be heard throughout the locker room was the squelch of your wet pussy, your quiet whimpers, and Abby’s breathing.

“Such a good girl, taking my fingers so well.” She praises and she feels your wall flutter around her fingers

She smirks as she kisses the marks she’s made on your neck

You could feel the coil getting ready to snap, she could feel how close your were with how your pussy was clenching her finger

“Let go for me baby, cum on my fingers”she tells you and you feels the coil snap

She kisses you and you moan into her mouth. Your back arches off of the lockers and your nails dig into her shoulder. She grunts into the kiss and slows down her movements helping you ride out your orgasm.

She breaks the kiss and kisses your forehead before she takes her fingers out of you. She licks your juices off of her fingers before she quickly gets dressed. You stay leaning against the lockers eyes closed and catching your breath after probably the best orgasm you’ve ever had. When you finally caught your breath and opened your eyes.

The Greek goddess had just finished getting dressed and left the locker room with a wink.

You were about to call out to her when others started to enter the locker room. You quickly get dressed and you’re about to leave when you noticed a piece of paper on the bench closest to her locker. You quickly grab it and read it as you leave.

(XXX)XXX-XXXX

Give me a call. Next time I won’t have to be so quick.

-Abby

#abby anderson #abby anderson smut #abby anderson x female reader

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shanksbaby · 4 days ago

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They are jealous - Borsalino, Kuzan

extabilished relationship

he saw you talking to one of your coworkers, he had never seen him, so he must have been a new recruit. Well, he didn't like him at all anyway, especially the way he was looking at you and standing next to you.

ugh, who does he think he is? He had thought as he stared fixedly at the scene

and the worst thing was that you were too immersed in talking to him than to notice the admiral's presence behind you, with a not at all pleased expression. In fact he seemed to get more annoyed every minute at seeing you together

the other marines, however, have seen it, and they continually look between Kizaru and you and the other recruit, their faces somewhere between nervous and curious, being able only to sense their admiral's emotions.

Borsalino at some point can no longer stand to see you like thisand therefore approaches the two of you. His expression becomes relaxed again as does his voice, although you know better and sense a slight annoyance behind his apparent relaxation.

Sorry for the interruption, but i need miss Y\N.

as mentioned above, sensing the annoyance behind his seemingly calm smile, you follow him without a word, yet you cannot hide an amusement at seeing him annoyed at something so silly

he takes you into his office, locks the porete to prevent you from being disturbed, approaches you with a plush stride, and when he drops with his face you tweak gently his nose

My my someone is jealous

has no problem admitting that he is, in fact he doesn't seem embarrassed at all

he tells you exactly what bothered him: that recruit and how he was around you, how he looked at you. You reiterated to him that you were simply guiding him to the beginnings of his residency in the Navy Headquarters.

and that it was the first time you had met him

his full lips capture you in a passionate kiss, apologizing for acting like an idiot, and make a big deal than it was-

that day you both decided to visit another town (more specifically you were tired of being on that island full of pirates, and you wanted to visit somewhere, Kuzan simply followed you even though he preferred to stay over). The former admiral as was often the case had ignored his captain's orders and left with you.

obviously traveled with Kuzan's bike in the middle of the ocean.

you spent a whole day touring the town you came to, with mutterings from the tenth captain of Blackbeard's crew about how the bed would have been better (plus some definitely suggestive comments about what might have happened on the bed)

But it was all in all a day off from that island for both of us. You then went to a local bar, deciding to have a drink and some food. You decided home to eat and then Kuzan went to order and pay.

in the meantime a man of about thirty years old approached you and started flirting with you, thinking you were single, he even offered you a drink. Obviously you weren't interested, and while you were about to refuse him your boyfriend arrives, he hugs you and says in a particularly annoyed voice

Sorry buddy, but the lady here is taken

immediately the man leaves, probably recognizing Kuzan as a former navy admiral. The latter moves away from you and sits next to you, not saying anything, rather looking in front. You look at him amused, making him turn his face towards you, you tweak gently his nose

My my someone is jealous

he immediately denies it, saying that he did it for you, because you seemed annoyed by his advances, which makes you smile even more. After all he looks so cute while he denies his jealousy

he seems annoyed by your smiling and teasing him for being jealous (and he is not -agreeing to him). So, he kisses you on the lips, he says to shut you up but you know it's for something else, his hands search for your waist and then squeeze it to himself

#one piece admirals #one piece #one piece admirals x reader #one piece admiral scenarios #one piece x reader #admiral scenarios #marine admirals #borsalino kizaru #kizaru x reader #aokiji x reader #kuzan x reader #akainu x reader #one piece scenarios #one piece imagines #aokiji kuzan #borsalino

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littlespoonevan · 7 months ago

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I watched the first three seasons of 911 back when that was all that had aired and just didn’t keep watching after the break between seasons for whatever reason. I also didn’t really get buddie, I just thought it was a beautiful friendship. I’m now on a rewatch and just got to the end of season 4 and boy am I all in, Buck’s reaction to Eddie getting shot and the aftermath really made me get it. Anyway, I was wondering if you have any fic recs for a buddie newbie? I’m probably gonna speed through the rest of the show in a few days and need something else to occupy me hahah

hey bud, welcome back to the world of 911!! 🥰 okay so i have some previous fic recs that i've posted here and i also have 489 bookmarks on ao3 which you can have a scroll through here (i only ever bookmark something for rereading or reccing purposes so can confirm i've read and loved them all)

but i'll do my best to make a somewhat cohesive list below of some of my personal faves. i have no doubt i'll probably leave some out accidentally but they'll definitely be in my bookmarks so 100% check those out too!! ❤️

The Nearness of You by allisonRW96 / @homerforsure

Eddie reassured himself that he could do this. Other teams coming in were probably going to be staying at the same hotel in the same double rooms and it was very possible that none of them were going to be having sex. Or even lying awake at night thinking about it. Or: Buck and Eddie go on a work trip.

Leave the Light On (I'll Be Coming Home) by HMSLusitania / @hmslusitania

“We’re here for our grandson,” Helena says. “Chris is still sleeping,” Buck says. “I meant, we’re here to take him back to Texas,” Helena clarifies. “Yeah,” Buck says. He’s too tired, way too tired to be tactful. “Over my dead body.” -- An accident on a call leaves Buck with custody of Chris after Eddie is... missing presumed. While they navigate their new family circumstances -- and fight to stay together, despite Eddie's parents' best efforts -- a John Doe wakes up in a coma ward with no memory of his own life beyond the knowledge he has a son named Christopher and, somehow, he needs to get home.

To Build a Home We Deconstruct Our Rituals by letmetellyouaboutmyfeels /@letmetellyouaboutmyfeels

After the shooting, Eddie realizes he needs to put some things in place. Like who will get his assets if he dies. Who will speak for him if he ends up in a coma. What might happen if his family contests Buck's guardianship. Luckily, he's got a simple easy-peasy solution that won't result in insanity, catastrophe, or heartbreak: Marry Buck.

standing on the brink of emptiness by woodchoc_magnum / @woodchoc-magnum

In which Eddie is struggling in the aftermath of being shot, learning how to take care of himself and realising he's in love with Buck; and Buck is dating Taylor, taking care of Eddie and Christopher and trying to figure out why he's so goddamn confused about everything.

across our great divide (a glorious sunrise) by catchingpapermoons

“We’re working on it,” Maddie explains, shooting Chimney a look. He nods seriously. “In couples therapy.” “Huh,” Eddie says, and then he thinks about it. "Do you think Buck and I would benefit from couples therapy?" — or, Eddie gets Buck to come to couples therapy with him.

darling, the future's better than yesterday by rarakiplin (gmontys)

Eddie, ten years younger, in this awful 2010, blinks up at him. He's still sitting slumped on the curb, and for a second Buck thinks he might tell him to fuck off, but then his eyes fall shut and there’s something — aching and painfully vulnerable in the bend of his mouth, the faint tension in his brow. “My…um, girlfriend, I guess. She’s pregnant.” “Holy shit,” Buck says. - or, buck deals with some wonky dimensional/time travel and then breaks up with his girlfriend. eddie, obviously, is involved.

i'm here (i’m yours for the taking) by farfromthstars / @buckactuallys

“Everyone!” Around forty heads turn, and Buck shifts on his feet uncomfortably at the attention. “This is my old friend Buck and his husband, Eddie.” “Uh,” Buck makes, turning to Eddie with wide eyes. Eddie's looking just as stunned. “Connor, I think you got–” He cuts himself off when Eddie wraps an arm around his waist. ~ at the winter wedding of an old friend, buck and eddie pretend to be married to each other. the plan has no weaknesses, obviously, not even mistletoe or anyone’s secret feelings… they call it the season of giving i'm here, i'm yours for the taking

Your Fingerprints Smeared on My Heart (Lead Me Back to You) by letmetellyouaboutmyfeels

In 1880, Evan Buckley of the arriviste set is sent out west to oversee his family's railroad and recover from a broken heart - and meets Eddie Diaz, cowboy. When fate tears them apart, they make a promise: find each other again. In 2018, Buck walks into his fire station in Los Angeles - and meets Eddie Diaz, new recruit.

no kingdom to come by waywardrenegades

Family, FaceTime, guilt trips, phone calls, church, heart healthy meals, and learning how to let yourself be happy. Whatever that looks like. or; when his father experiences a health scare, Eddie flies to El Paso.

when i was shipwrecked (i thought of you) by catchingpapermoons

Buck walks toward Jee-Yun’s room, still talking, and Christopher trails after him, asking excited questions in response, and Eddie’s smile grows. He wants this forever. Everything, every part of it; Buck, Christopher, and him—that’s all he needs. And— Oh. Oh no. He shuts his eyes for a moment, inhaling sharply. He’s looking at Buck, and feeling something strictly not platonic at all. or: Eddie needs to learn how to let himself feel, and one step at a time, he learns how to do just that. (And he falls in love with Buck along the way.)

i don't swim and you're not in love by hattalove / @hattalove

She turns to Eddie and says something else, but Buck is busy fighting the headrush he gets at the sound of Ana Flores calling Eddie and Christopher 'the boys'. Like they belong to her already. God, what’s wrong with him? What is this? or, eddie cooks, chris domesticates a slug, and buck tries to figure out why he hates his best friend's girlfriend. to everyone's immense shock and surprise, it goes badly.

everything's coming up milhouse by hammersmiths / @bucktommys

LAFD Updates (@L*A*F*D_Metro) LAFD Alert: Red-level traffic on Gardiner Road this morning. If you are trying to get into the city centre consider taking Westerley Lane. buck 🔥🔥 (@firebuck) so true bestie or, Eddie mans the LAFD Twitter account. Buck tries to be supportive.

said i couldn't stay, but it's different now by hattalove

“I think,” he says, watching Karen pull Hen out onto the dance floor, their eyes never leaving each other’s, “I think I’m just—sad.” Maybe. That feels like a close enough word to describe this gaping maw right in the center of his chest. It’s only really there sometimes, taking little bites out of him, easy enough to ignore, but today is worse. “About being single at a wedding,” Eddie says, not a question. Buck shrugs. “Sounds stupid when you put it that way.” or, the one with the four weddings (feat. a drunk karen wilson, shania twain, a single cheerio, and some confessions over cubed fruit).

cause i'm tired of sleeping alone by rarakiplin (gmontys)

Buck goes on dates now. Not often, and never with the same girl twice in a row, but he goes on dates. And the thing is — the thing is, Eddie can’t be mad about that, because he goes on dates too. - or, five (ish) times eddie and buck go on dates with other people, and one time they go on a date with each other

so far from being free by allisonRW96

"That’s Daniel. He was our brother. Buck doesn’t know what to do with the past tense. He never had a brother. He’s always had a brother. He gained one and lost one in the same breath and it feels impossible. But even if Buck was capable of doubting Maddie, the truth of her confession is evident in the way it throws every facet of his childhood into sudden perfect clarity. That yawning, arctic absence. The unnamable fear. The impenetrable target of his parents’ approval that he was never, ever going to be able to hit. That they didn’t want him to hit. He has a brother. A dead brother who has haunted Buck’s steps for his entire life."

don't let the tide come and wash us away by writerforlife

Buck develops a relationship with the ocean, avoids talking about the day Eddie was shot, realizes he might be in love, and drives. Order may vary. (a fic for the "Buck is going to break all the way down in season 6" truthers)

dance, for all that we've been through by catchingpapermoons

The Los Angeles Ballet’s 2022-2023 season ends with a bang with their fresh take on a ballet staple, Swan Lake. Artistic Director Bobby Nash is in his eighth season with the Los Angeles Ballet, and it has flourished under his direction. However, his associate, Eddie Diaz, is the one whose reimagining of the choreography has caught our attention... (or, Eddie Diaz moves to L.A. to restart his dance career, and ends up choreographing a show, finding a family, and falling in love. Not necessarily in that order.)

I'll Scrawl it on Every Wall I See by letmetellyouaboutmyfeels

When Eddie joins the 118, he and Buck don't exactly hit it off on the right foot. Or continue to walk on the right foot. In fact they kind of can't stand each other. Good thing they each have a beloved anonymous pen pal to share their daily woes with, someone completely unlike their insufferable coworker. Or, in which Buck and Eddie love each other before they know each other, and know each other before they love each other. When Eddie joins the 118, he and Buck don't exactly hit it off on the right foot. Or continue to walk on the right foot. In fact they kind of can't stand each other. Good thing they each have a beloved anonymous pen pal to share their daily woes with, someone completely unlike their insufferable coworker. Or, in which Buck and Eddie love each other before they know each other, and know each other before they love each other.

never felt this way before (yes i swear) by withoutthetiger

It’s the summer of 2022, when Buck no longer wants to be called Evan, and it only occurs to his parents to mind. It’s after the pandemic – or so they say – and before whatever hell will befall the world next, when Buck can’t wait to join the LAFD in September, and he doesn’t know if he’ll ever meet someone as gently strong and fiercely protective as his big sister. It’s the summer he goes with his family to the One Eighteen Ranch & Lodge. *** A Dirty Dancing AU, set in Texas in 2022, featuring a whole lot of familiar faces in a not so familiar place.

Fragile lines (and wasted time) by Mellaithwen / @mellaithwen

“Hey Buck,” Christopher says a little shyly, before reaching out to grab Buck’s foot through the hospital blankets—shaking it in the same way he’s woken his father up on many a bleary-eyed morning. The familiarity of the gesture makes Eddie’s head spin. But of course, there’s no response from the comatose man on the bed. “I thought you said he was sleeping,” Chris mumbles, angrily swiping at his cheeks, and Eddie’s already broken heart shatters all over again for whatever hope his son had just lost when his expectations were so cruelly dashed. . While Buck sleeps, and dreams in the aftermath of the lightning strike, Eddie tries desperately to hold himself together.

Don't Take the Money by HMSLusitania

“You know, being stuck here isn’t actually the end of the world,” Chimney says, coming up to the table and picking up one of the smoke detectors. “It just feels like it, Buck. Trust me, I know.” “I’m pretty sure it might actually be the end of the world,” Buck says. “Considering this is the sixth time I’ve lived this day.” Chimney stares at him for a beat and then his eyebrows lift. “Wait, are you like – dude, are you in Groundhog Day?” OR The post-lawsuit time-loop AU literally no one asked for.

keep your eyes on the road by iriswests / @fcntasmas

Buck used to speed through yellow lights; now they’re his favorite part of the drive. -- or; a glimpse into buck and eddie’s developing relationship, told through ten moments stopped at a traffic light

Hot Ghost Problems by ebjameston

The ghost would prefer to go by Buck, if Eddie wouldn’t mind. +++ [Eddie is the newest firefighter at the 118. Buck is the ghost haunting the 118. Unfortunately for both of them, Eddie's also a witch and needs to put Buck's spirit to rest, because that's what witches do. Turns out, Buck's spirit? Super not interested in being put to rest. Very interested, however, in flirting with Firefighter Diaz, who is just trying to survive his candidate year. (Also turns out, Buck? Super not dead.)

as lucky as us by hammersmiths

One of the first things Ravi learned when joining the 118 was to, under no circumstances, think too hard about Buck and Eddie’s relationship. But brother, they could try make his job easier. “I mean, I get it,” Buck’s saying, overhead, and Ravi’s knee-deep in literal human crap and even he can smell that shit from a mile away. “You and Tommy have a lot in common.” or, Ravi continually suffers as a third-wheel.

#anon #asks #911 related #buddie fic rec #happy reading anon!!!#like i said this is only a tiny list in comparison to the amount i've read and loved

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glassedplanets · 2 months ago

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i cannot believe it's taken me this long to do a destiny AU but wow better late than never

playing very fast and loose with both canons here - pirate crews = renegade clans, marines/world gov't = vanguard (sorry actual vanguard whomst i love). the one piece is the traveler??? who knows. anyways:

luffy, human lightbearer

subclass: yippee!

loadout: wahoo!

ghost: mugi, one-of-a-kind shell given to him by shanks as a kinderguardian. the shell seems to change when he supers. What's Up With That!

all prismatic all the time, basically a dark age guardian. zero boundaries between class and subclass. just does whatever is fun. doesn't care until he Does and then you're fucked.

regularly wears (steals) class items from clanmates, it was a little alarming at first but they all feel whatever about it now

should not be trusted with raid mechanics.

zoro, awoken titan

subclass: strand

primary: breakneck (OG roll)

secondary: ergo sum (void/caster/wolfpack)

heavy: falling guillotine (OG godroll, WWB/relentless)

exotic: stoicism (inmost/star-eater or inmost/synthos)

ghost: wado, received from kuina after her death (don't think about this too hard. jaren ward/shin malphur situation. whatever). wado's shell was cloven by mihawk in a duel.

wears sanji's old bond looped into his mark, will not answer questions about this

specced hard into banner for a fuckoff insane melee loop, rotates melee buffs with luffy and sanji

mostly DPS/add clear, uses that ergo roll so that sanji/luffy/franky (haz prop) can get wolfpack, if the boss can't be meleed then Why Is He Even Here

flat-out banned from participating in the mechanics of several raid encounters on account of going to the wrong fucking place (vault, gatekeeper, sol inherent, totems, etc.), if he gets torn between dimensions or anything but first in queenswalk then everyone just has to desperately pray for the best.

ran vanguard bounties regularly until he eventually refused to cooperate with the then-head of the cosmodrome's operations; luffy found him with kuina's ghost bound and freed them both. The Rest Is History.

distributary-born but doesn't know (or care), kept being greeted weirdly by people in the dreaming city (which i guess is where we have wano's events......... kaido is literally a dragon, so)

VJ-G-66-03 sanji, human (?) warlock

subclass: prismatic, solar super

primary: fatebringer (OG fatebringer roll™)

secondary: tarrabah

heavy: apex predator (recon/B&S)

exotic: solipsism (assassin/synthos)

ghost: mignon, received from zeff after voluntarily giving up his light for sanji

wears zoro's old mark tied below his bond, will not answer questions about this

specced into Burn Motherfucker Burn, solar buddy + snaps, frontline add clear alongside luffy and zoro, also part of the "if the boss can't be meleed/snapped then why am i even here" gang

CAN be trusted with raid mechanics but is often better utilized keeping adds off the other half of the fireteam

sanji's body is riddled with vintech implants that don't seem to do anything. they're most definitely new, and sanji wasn't rezzed that long ago, but vintech was lost in the collapse along with everything else and the only thing that really survived is a bunch of muddled records found at old vega collective sites.

sanji was the vintech patriarch's one failed experiment; his consciousness refused transfer to an exo body and after many attempts, he was discarded but managed to survive through the kindness of dark-age guardians until he was taken in by zeff.

he has three vertical black facial markings; each experiment has a number of markings corresponding to their order (and color) in the sequence.

and other straw hats! i have a little less about them, but:

nami, human hunter

subclass: arcstaff (Throw Stick/well of bad/i don't remember its actual name)

primary: patron of lost causes

secondary: riskrunner

heavy: stormchaser

exotic: liar's handshake

ghost: zeus, stolen from big mom (tangerine shell)

(was tempted to do stormcaller unlimited power but arcstaff is... you know)

usopp, human hunter

subclass: solar, precision goldie

primary: succession

secondary: trinity ghoul

heavy: scintillation

exotic: nighthawk

ghost: merry (sheepshead shell)

can and should be trusted with raid mechanics along w/ nami

and the rest of the crew i'm not 100% set on buuuuut:

chopper: exo warlock (well of radiance)

robin: awoken warlock (strand? void?)

franky: exo titan (thundercrash)

brook: exo hunter (stasis)

jinbei: awoken titan (stasis? arc?)

misc others:

law: awoken prismatic hunter, blinky knife

reiju-0: exo void hunter, tether + smoke bomb, le monarque

ichiji-1: exo solar hunter, blade barrage

niji-2: exo arc titan, striker, ACD/0

yonji-4: exo strand titan

and textless, glow-less versions if you got this far!

#my art #destiny tag #one piece #roronoa zoro #one piece sanji #zosan #since (again) it isn't Not #i'm not locked in here with you; you're locked in here with me etc. etc.#if you can't read my handwriting all the info is repeated below the cut #monster trio are the pvp fireteam that makes you instaquit upon getting out of the queue #(they never play to the meta; luffy is crazy fast and unpredictable and once zoro gets momentum he's impossible to stop)#also everyone (blue) please appreciate that i did mostly call things by their actual name.

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gnomewithalaptop · 11 months ago

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Transcendence AU Dash Simulator GO!!!

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okay but actually block me if you ship mizcor -- 'hurr durr but we age stella up' -- SHUT UPPP she's literally a minor and alcor's canonically over a million years old so how about you stop being a freak

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Babe I hate to break this to you but Mizcor's literally one of the most famous relationships in all of post-transcendental literature

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I could not have more obviously been talking about Mizar the Magnificent but you know what? Yeah classic Mizcor supporters can fuck off too actually.

Everybody likes to whip out Twin Souls like some kind of gotcha but have you even actually read it??? Like it's literally supporting demon worship and pedophilia -- both of which are EXTREMELY ILLEGAL btw. So yeah if I see any of my followers reblogging that shit I'm reporting you to the Occult Defense Agency idc if we're mutuals

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*looks at my Alcorian Literature PhD* guess we better stock up on prison shivs buddy

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okay I'm sorry but

and Mizar the Magnificent isn't????

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Los Angeles 🏝️

#sunken city of los angeles #new california #travel #ocean #photography #lmao i almost got eaten by a kelpie trying to take this pic pls reblog it

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Hey guys! Just wanted to let you know that The Scepter of Vanquished Souls, the newest book in the Wanderlust Trilogy, is now available for pre order on Glamazon!

Purchasers of the hard-cover edition will also receive never-before-seen content, including a deleted scene between Princess Samia and the Shadow King!

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Boosting because I honestly cannot recommend this book enough. Truly one of Mira's best (and I'm not just saying that because she married me!)

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CONGRATULATIONS!!!

You are the 6 billionth user to log into Jumblr today!! This means you are eligible to win a FREE WACBOOK PRO!!!! Click here to claim your prize and win BIG BIG REWARDS!!

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So. I had a day.

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Okay, but consider

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I don't remember my older brother's wedding

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A small price to pay for no middle school trauma

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Okay so I just read the url and--

Asfdksfjk go off you funky lil intern

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I'm actually the senior librarian. But thanks!

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Posts that have 10k notes. To me

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Today's demon of the day is Nxlar the Antithetical! Responsible for the Florida Springs Massacre of 3007, the body count for this purveyor of madness is estimated to be over 400 (source).

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I could fix her

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literally screaming crying throwing up rn I've turned off 'Based on your likes' like eight times @staff can't you just get rid of him already

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#i accidentally set my alchemy textbook on fire today and i don't even care AAAAAA this is going to be amazing #northwest mansion mystery #pacifica northwest #rosa darling #im about to be so insufferable about this just you wait

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Nxlar SWEEEEEP!!!

#if you love me at all you'll vote for my lady love #LISTEN i could bring her to the light i nkow i could

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Lmao so Nxlar the Antithetical totally turned my apartment complex into a pile of sentient sludge yesterday. I'm fine -- I was at work when it all went down, but uh... yeah, my situation obviously just became super not-great. I hate to ask, but I don't get paid til the 15th, so if some of y'all could float me some cash just so I can get a motel room for a couple nights, I'll fr owe you a life debt

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#fuck demons fr #like seriously what'd i ever do to them 😭😭😭 #mutual aid #pls boost #don't tag as donation

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Important PSA

So idk if y'all have been reading the news lately, but the alcor virus has been making the rounds on the interwebs again. I feel like I shouldn't have to say this but PLEASE don't click any random links rn, ESPECIALLY if they're tagged with twin souls.

I know we twinners love to joke about it, but the alcor virus is legitimately dangerous and has been known to seriously ruin people's lives. Idk. Just like be smart and practice basic caution I guess? Jumblr's pretty much dead these days, so he might skip over us, but it's always better to be safe than sorry

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This is a good point! It is always better to be safe than sorry! That's why if you're smart, you'll click here for a list of ways to virus-proof your computer. Stay safe out there everybody!

Based on your likes!

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Anyone else just randomly crave connective tissue sometimes

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no actually i think that might just be a you thing

#also i heard screaming on the other line when i called you earlier there better not be a mess when i get home #beloved demon brother tag

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Okay guys I might be crazy but what if the Shadow King was actually telling the truth when he said Princess Samia's brother is still alive??? Like, if you think about it, there's a tonnnn of foreshadowing in Crown of Ghosts and the author tweeted that there was gonna be a surprise twist in the new book sooo 👀👀

#i've connected the dots -- YOU DIDN'T CONNECT SHIT -- i've connected them #wanderlust trilogy #mira ramachandran #crown of ghosts #scepter of vanquished souls #princess samia #samia of cleves #shadow king #ahmed of cleves #bookblr

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Reminder that you are beautiful exactly as you are and there are thousands who would sell their souls to imitate what you do naturally <3

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I actually really needed this today 💗

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Yo quit reblogging this op is a blatant human supremacist

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And? No one cares lmao

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Enjoy deactivation. Lmao.

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#I sent screenshots of that one centaur post to her boss too #give you two guesses what species his wife is (tags by @alv)

Holy shit. Am I actually rooting for the alcor virus rn?

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maybe the real virus was the friends we made along the way <3

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No, the real virus is me. Don't take credit for my accomplishments.

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Heritage post

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I just want to get dicked down again =/

#THIS IS NOT ME TAKING A STANCE ON SHIPPING DISCOURSE I LITERALLY DON'T CARE #best hits tag #i'm basing this entirely off the vibes i got from 2015/2016 tumblr #i just feel like the mizar the magnificent fanbase would be highkey insufferable lmao (to the dismay of all creators involved)#mizar the magnificent #transcendence au #alcor the dreambender #ian beale #mira ramachandran #rosa darling #alcor virus #al-v #twin souls #unreality #tumblr dashboard simulator #tumblr dash simulator

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damiansgoodgirll · 9 months ago

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I just read your soft for you and I love it. If it’s okay can I request something? :)

So it’s a Damian Priest and it’s for like a plane ride and the night at the hotel and the reader is super tired from jet lag? (If you can’t that’s fine if you can thank you!)

damian priest x reader

a little angst, sorry not sorry.

i changed it a little cause i’ve never experienced jet lag, i hope you like it anyway!

stay the night

“why don’t you stay the night?” you heard damian asking you softly.

“uh?”

“i asked, why don’t you stay with me tonight? in my room?” he asked again “you’re hotel is way too far from the arena and from the airport and it’s too late, we are in new orleans and i don’t like you going around late at night in a city you barely know” he suggested.

you got booked last time for the show in new orleans. in all honesty, you didn’t even want to be there. yes you were the champion but hunter promised you full two weeks of complete relax, away from the ring and from the cameras.

not even three days later, you received a call from hunter himself saying that they needed you in a match against bailey in new orleans.

you could tell that he was sorry and he kept apologising from disturbing you from your vacation so you said yes.

your manager booked you a last minute flight and lucky for you, you got the same one as the other wrestlers were in, but the hotel was way too far away and you were there all by yourself. it wasn’t the ideal, especially not knowing the city very well.

plus you hate being on planes late at night. even if it was a short flight, you felt uncomfortable with everyone around you sleeping and you not being able to close your eyes, no matter how tired you were.

damian had been a great travel buddy. he was the one next to you and you thanked whoever bought your ticket because you never got this lucky. you shared some music together and some jokes, trying to not make any noise.

“are you sure? i don’t wanna bother…” you said.

“it’s not a bother at all…i can take you to your hotel in the morning when it’s all sunny and warm…but i’ll feel better if you stayed here…at least you’re not alone…”

“are you sure?” you asked him again.

truth was you had the biggest crush on him and even if you had plenty of sleepovers together, you never shared the same hotel room and that was making you a little nervous.

“yes…you’re my best friend, it’s like your sleeping at my house, but instead we are in a fancy hotel room where we can order all the room service we want” he said and you agreed.

best friend.

it made your heart clench.

you knew someone like him wouldn’t like someone like you but in the deep of your heart you still hoped something could change.

but instead of being all moody about it, you were too tired to even keep your eyes open from the landing to the arrival at the hotel. you remembered barely of it. you knew your legs were walking for you but your mind was somewhere else.

“you awake princesa?” damian smirked when he saw you falling into the comfort of the hotel bed.

“uh?” you replied.

“clearly not…” he smiled.

“i’m so tired dam…you know how much i hate flying at night…was it really necessary? like we could have taken a bus or i could have driven…” you complained and damian smiled at your cute childish behaviour.

“okay you should definitely got to bed…i’m gonna take a quick shower and then i’m gonna joining you…those blankets look very comfortable…” he smiled before entering the bathroom and locking himself in it.

suddenly you were awake.

damian was used to sleep almost naked. you knew it because you’ve been at his house so many times but you’ve never actually slept together. it was always you in the guest room or you falling asleep on his couch.

but you were just friends right?

what could possibly go wrong?

your heart missed a a few beats when you saw him coming out of the bathroom wearing just a grey pair of sweatpants. no t-shirts. nothing at all. just his chest full of tattoos and nothing more.

you saw him like that multiple times when he was training or when he was in the ring but having him so close and so naked was making your head spinning.

“you still awake?” he asked while he got comfortable under the covers.

“uhm…yes”

“i thought you were tired” he teased.

“i was…” you whispered.

“what are you thinking about princesa?” he asked, slowly turning his head towards you.

“nothing important…”

“it has to be important if it kept you awake all the time i was showering” he laughed. how you loved his laugh.

“really…nothing important…just the match i think…”

“you nervous?”

“no…i…” how you were supposed to say that you liked him. how you were supposed to stay calm when he was only a few inches from you, half naked. how were you supposed to stay quiet when his hot breath was all over your face “i think i’m just going to sleep now…”

“in your clothes?” he asked.

and then you remembered. your suitcase was sent to the hotel you were supposed to be that night so you were left with only your small harry potter backpack, that contained anything but clothes.

“shit…”

“you can wear something of mine…” he got up and borrowed you a clean t-shirt “here…i don’t have a second pair of pants but it should be long enough to cover your - well you know it” he almost smirked.

“oh thank you…” your cheeks were red and you were feeling all hot inside. you moved quickly, entering the bathroom and changing into his clothes. the t-shirt smelled like him and all you wanted to do was cry because you wanted something like that every day, not just today. you wanted to sleep next to him every night and waking up with him between your arms - or legs - you wanted a life with him.

but you couldn’t have it.

“here you are…” he smiled when he saw you wearing his shirt. in fact it wasn’t that long and damian was amused in seeing you trying not to move so fast, otherwise your ass would be on display.

“thank you, again, for everything…” you slowly got into bed and closed your eyes.

“y/n…?” he called you.

“mh?”

“good night…” he gently kissed your head and turned off the light.

a tear slowly fell from your eyes.

his arm moving to your hip and resting over there.

what looked normal for him, looked everything for you, everything you wished for but you couldn’t have.

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kissingkiszka · 6 months ago

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Choosing The Road - GVF x Reader

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Summary: Reader goes on a roadtrip with her lifelong best friends, and they are all after her heart.

CW: MDNI, 18+, fluff, drinking, cursing, can be viewed as both platonic &/or romantic, flirting i guess?, traveling idrk! Love triangle but all 4 of the boys are after reader (love pentagon?) not proofread

This is a bit of a short one I wasn’t actually going to post but here we are! I wrote this one on the way to my Starcatcher show :)

I may do a part 2 to this where reader ends up with one of them so lmk if you’d like to see that and who she’d end up with!

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It was your second day on the road, and it was anything but boring, especially being with the guys. They had been your best friends for years now and a roadtrip with them was something you had always wanted to do, and now was the chance.

Everyone had pitched in a little bit to cover the cost of a rental RV, and everyone took turns driving, except you. You were more than happy to, however the boys wanted you to sit back and enjoy the ride. Sam even decided to bring Rosie with him, which led to even more fun.

Even though you had just gotten on the road yesterday, there were already countless trips to truck stops that had been made. It was always the same routine, too. Sam would get out to stretch his legs, play with Rosie, and photograph the surrounding area. Josh would hop out, take a short walk in the surrounding patches of grass and pick up any flowers, rocks, or sticks he had found nearby. He was really good at journaling and the pieces of nature he had found made for excellent journaling supplies. Danny always made a trip to the bathroom and made sure everyone had their snacks and enough water to last them to the next truck stop. Jake had recently taken up the hobby of writing poetry, so he would sit outside and take in as much scenery as possible to later write about. And for you, well you would join each of them in their respective activities depending on your mood.

“Let the good times roll!” Sam announced, putting the camper in reverse. He had just taken over for Jake as driver.

“Who wants to listen to some blues?” Jake asked, taking out his phone.

“You. Only you do, Jake.” Josh spat.

Jake plopped himself down in between you and Danny. Without a word, Danny handed him a water bottle and a small bag of crackers.

“Thanks bud.” Jake said, opening the bag.

Danny was definitely the mom friend, which made you laugh. The Kiszka boys always had a somewhat childish side. Although they were some of the most responsible and respectful men you knew, they always brought out your inner child, which was one of the reasons you were such great friends with them.

“This road trip is so fun. I can’t wait to make some more lifelong memories with my lifelong friends.” Danny smiled, picking his head up from the book he had been reading.

“I can’t wait to see where the road will take us. Bajabule!” Josh cheered, taking a beer can out of the mini fridge in the corner. “So many good vibes around us.”

This trip was so spontaneous, you didn’t even have a planned destination. You guys just wanted to drive around the country until you felt like going back to Nashville.

“Jake, could you hand me my water, please?” You ask sweetly.

“Of course, love.” He smiles before turning around to get your pink metal water bottle. Before he could grab it, Danny scoops it up and delivers it to you.

“Here you are, m'lady.” Danny says as you graciously accept the water.

“I was going to get it for her-” Jake begins.

“You snooze, you lose, buddy.” Danny lovingly pats him on the shoulder.

The various sights you had seen eventually turned into mountain tops that looked identical to one another.

After a few hours of driving straight, Sam finally pulled into a parking lot. You lifted your head out of a book you were reading to take in the new location.

“A truck stop? Another one?” Josh stands up with his hands on his hips.

“I have to pee!” Sam argued. “Plus, I don’t want Rosie pooping on the floor, or we might have to pay extra for that.”

“Good call.” Jake nodded, standing up.

“I need to stretch my legs anyways.” Danny added, walking towards the door.

Sam got Rosie on her leash and then made his way out of the RV, and everyone followed after him.

“You want any snacks?” Josh leaned in, asking you.

“Me? Uh, maybe a coffee would do me some good.” You smile.

“You got it.” He reciprocated the warm smile and went inside to get snacks.

You followed him at a distance, going to quickly use the restroom.

After you used the restroom, you wandered around the truckstop for a bit. You walked over to a huge map on the wall, examining it carefully.

You quickly grabbed a pamphlet that read ‘Arkansas’ across the top in big blue lettering. You were planning on making a scrapbook of the road trip and figured you would be collecting any sorts of materials for it.

Even though you had been on the road for the past day, and you had no idea where you were, it was good to find out that you had at least made it out of Tennessee.

“Arkansas? Huh.” Danny came up behind you and rested a firm hand on your shoulder.

You jump back, startled. You let out a small chuckle. “Yeah, I was worried we’d still be in Tennessee.”

“Don’t worry about that, Y/N.” Danny laughed. “I think we’re coming pretty close to Oklahoma by now. Maybe if Josh could drive better, we’d be there by now.”

You nodded with a giggle.

“Well, I’m gonna go get a quick snack. You want anything?”

“No thanks, Josh is already getting me something.” You smiled. “I’m gonna get some fresh air for a bit.”

You left the truck stop, heading over to the RV. Sam was now outside with Rose. You headed over to them, bending down and greeting Rose with a few pets.

“She loves you.” Sam smiled as he watched you play with his beloved pet. “But who doesn’t? You're easy to love.”

“I could say the same for you, Sam.” You look up at him and go to stand.

“Yeah, right.” He chuckles, giving Rose a treat.

“You are.”

“Really?” He asks, his eyes going wide.

“Duh. You’re my best friend. Everybody loves you.”

“Awh.” He sighs and smiles to himself. You even catch a glimpse of him blushing, but he turns away before you can point it out.

You turn around, making your way back to the camper and notice Jake stepping inside.

When you get inside, you notice Jake sitting down on one side of the couch. He pats the spot next to him, signaling for you to join him on the couch.

“Hey.” He smiles.

“Hey.” You reply, sitting down.

He has his leather bound journal placed open in his lap. You take notice of the many words accompanying the pages.

He notices you looking at the pages as he looks down. “I've been busy.”

“Looks like it.” You nod. “What are you writing?”

“I’ve been working on some stuff. Some concepts for a new album. Some poetry. Y’know.” He admits.

“I see you’ve gotten a lot done?”

He laughs and glances down at the journal once more. “You can say that.”

You lean in a bit closer, getting more interested in hearing his ideas. “Does sight seeing give you inspiration? Is that why you’re always writing stuff down?”

“Well, I actually get a lot of my inspiration from you. Believe it or not.” He gives you a sweet smile.

“Jake,” you grin. “That’s so nice. Can I-”

“I don’t want you to see it yet. Only when it’s perfect.” He softly closes his journal and moves it to the side. “I only want you to see my top notch work.”

“Jake, I think all your work is top notch.”

“Thank you, Darl-”

As he finishes his sentence, Josh comes sauntering back into the vehicle.

“Your coffee, madam.” He dramatically puts his hand out, you take the coffee from him. “And I also threw in a bag of chips for you.”

“Thank you, Joshy.” You accept the snacks with a cheeky smile.

“No need to thank me,” He sits himself down on the couch across from you and Jake. “Especially over a small bag of chips and a coffee. I’d do anything for you.”

You giggle before Danny and Sam come piling back onto the RV, with Rose following closely behind on her leash.

“Alright, so who’s driving now?” Sam claps his hands together.

“I’ll drive.” Danny stands up. “Haven’t driven for a bit now.”

“I know there's a rest stop in about…50 miles.” Jake told him.

“Maybe we stop there for the night? Get some rest?” You inquired.

“Yes ma’am.” Danny nodded, sitting down behind the wheel.

“Getting rest at the rest stop!” Josh chimed in.

…

That night, the RV was parked at a rest stop next to a huge pond. It was off the highway and very peaceful. The RV bunks were anything but comfortable. You had been tossing and turning, not able to get any sleep. You thought for a minute before deciding on reading your book. That always helped you fall asleep easier. As you walk into the sitting area to retrieve your book, you see Josh’s silhouette on one of the couches.

“Josh?” You ask in a whisper, blinking back your lack of sleep.

“Oh!” he jumped back, startled. “What’re you doing up?”

“Can’t sleep. How ‘bout you?”

“That makes two of us.”

“Have you seen my book?” You ask, squinting in the darkness trying to find it.

He shakes his head. “Can’t say I have.”

“Dammit.” You sigh under your breath.

“Why so sad? Come join me outside.”

“For what?”

“I don’t know.” He shrugs. “Just feel like it. A night underneath the stars…?” He says unsurely.

You oblige and follow him outside.

He finds a nearby picnic table and lays down on top of it, looking up at the night sky.

“Lay with me.”

“Lay with you?”

“Yeah, c’mon.” He pats the spot next to you.

You lay next to him and stare at the sky as well. It’s silent for a few moments, as both of you are just admiring the sky and wondering what to talk about.

“So many stars out tonight. They’re all so bright too.”

“You’re the brightest star, though.”

“Says you.” You chuckle, your cheeks turning a slight shade of pink. “You’re literally the brightest star out there.”

“So I’m the sun?” He asks.

“The sun is still a star.” You nod matter of factly.

“You know what? if you asked me to, I would go up there, and catch all the stars…I’d bring them back down for you.” He admits, laying his hands against his chest.

“That’d be one big feat.”

He chuckles. “For you, it’d be nothing.”

“Thanks Josh…”

“You know, I’d do anything for you. I’m sure all of us would. We love you so much.” He sits there for a minute before sitting up with wide eyes. “Oh my god. That’d make for a good album name.” He smiles to himself before looking over at you, who’s long asleep by now.

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koshkamartell · 17 days ago

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No One But Me

chapter warnings: talk of sexual assault, gunshot wound, use of gun, misogyny, violence, description of gore.

When Lyle finally completed the trek to the cabin his gang had claimed as their headquarters, he was surprised to find a magnificent black horse and a wagon stationed outside the front. Who did they belong to? He hadn't seen another human for months, not since the showdown that had massacred his men and left him forsaken and alone. There wasn't a settlement besides Jackson for hundreds of miles, and as far as he knew no one ever travelled through this part of the state. So who the fuck could be holed up in his cabin right now? A horse of such stature and a wagon that looked so well maintained couldn't possibly belong to somebody destitute and without the means of survival. And that meant a fresh source of supplies for him to get his hands on.

Food. Clothes. Shoes. Fuck, maybe even some ammo.

Lyle was stealthy as he slipped through the cabin's front door, painstaking in his effort not to arouse the attention of whoever was residing in his rightful house. With his gun in hand, he peered around the wood of the door but saw no one in the main living room. Although there was a small fire crackling in the fireplace and the place was warm, he could tell that whoever was staying there hadn't been there for very long. There were no immediately unrecognisible belongings anywhere in his view. There were no changes in decor or furniture, no drastic alterations. The telltale signs of the raider's occupancy were still littered around the place, too, like the empty bottles of moonshine scattered around the kitchen sink.

No one had been around long enough to clean up the cabin and rid it from the stain of degeneracy. It hadn't changed drastically, had not been transformed from a den of iniquity into a real home.

It felt surreal to Lyle, like he was suspended inbetween two different realities. His whole life had been transformed since he was last inside the walls of this cabin, yet nothing around him reflects it. There's even the faded red bandana still hanging in the coat hook by the door, the one that belonged to his buddy Wyatt.

As Lyle made his way into the center of the main room, he was conscious not to let the weight of his boots press too heavily against the floor. He remembered that one particular spot by the table that always creaked. He stepped around it before slowly creeping across the cabin to where the bedroom door was situated. It was partly closed but he could vaguely hear snoring coming from inside the bedroom - a definitive man's snore, low and rumbling.

Lyle tightened his hand around the grip of his gun. It's probably just one man, lone on his travels, laying in the bed asleep without a care in the world. It will be easy enough to kill him, shoot him right between the eyes before he had the chance to crack open an eyelid. But perhaps Lyle could have a bit more fun with this one.

He prowled toward the bedroom where the door was ajar, and then he carefully slid through the threshold.

It was a spacious main bedroom, big enough for a dozen men to sprawl out on the floor to sleep. On one side of the room were a couple chest of drawers pushed up against the wall. Facing westward from another wall was a queen sized bed - a lavish piece of furniture in the apocalyptic world, made of solid wood with an intricately carved ornamental bed head. Whoever lived here in the before clearly had expensive taste.

The first thing Lyle saw when he entered was the large shape of the slumbering man on the bed. He was rolled on his side and facing away from the door, his messy greying curls sticking out from the thick blanket he was tucked under.

What a sucker. Lyle had every intention of murdering the man, but maybe after a light interrogation to find out where he was from and what riches he had in his possession. He smiled to himself at the thought of a full belly and a new set of clothes. Stepping closer, he then noticed the other body curled up asleep infront of the man.

Oh. He isn't alone.

Intrigued, Lyle skulks to the foot of the bed and peers over to your side of the mattress. When he spies the length of your tresses and the feminine features of your face he stops dead in his tracks. Holy shit! A woman!

But wait. You're also tied to the fucking bedframe. What the hell?

Excitement swirls in Lyle's gut, that old familiar anticipatory thrill that always rears up just before he swoops upon a gold mine opportunity to destroy and conquer. His hands flex around the handle of his weapon, his fingers tingling with giddiness.

A woman. A real one, in the flesh. Fucking jackpot. He hadn't had a woman in so long, and here you are practically served up to him on a platter ready to be devoured. Oh, the filthy fucking things he would love to do to you - for you to do to him, and all infront of the dumbass snoring next to you.

Lyle moves closer to you, eager to get a better look at you. His cock is already stirring to life, his arousal growing the longer he studies your mouth, your nose, your long eye lashes. Maybe he would take his cock out and jerk himself off until he came all over your pretty face, waking you up to a real treat. Yeah, that's what he'll do.

Lyle is about to drop one hand to his jeans when his gaze flickers over to the face of the man behind you. He stops his ministrations, totally frozen except for his eyes that widen in almost comical recognition. Well, fuck me six ways from Sunday, he thinks. It's one of the Jackson cowboys.

He stares at Joel, absorbing the details of his features. Lyle would recognise him anywhere. He was one of the leaders of the pack that decimated his men. He remembers Joel, remembers witnessing him in action, a colossal warrior firing shot after shot, fearlessly dodging between trees and boulders to advance on the raiders camp, shouting directives to the other Jackson men like some kind of army general in battle.

Lyle had dreamed of exacting revenge on the very man who lay peacefully sleeping before him. Standing here right now was like a dream come true, like he'd died and gone to heaven. Not only was he going to get some fine pussy, but he was also going to fulfil his dream of retribution.

Lyle grinned widely. This was going to be fun. And he'd enjoy every fucking second of it.

If it were at all feasible, Oscar would have continued riding through the night in his pursuit for you. His determination would push him to forgo sleep if it meant finding you sooner. He wouldn't have stopped, wouldn't have squandered a second of time if he was still able to see Joel's horse's hoof prints on the ground in the dark of the night. But alas, when the sun disappeared and the light faded, so did his ability to clearly perceive the precious guiding tracks. It would be foolish of him to travel at night with no sense of direction or little means of protection. He hadn't seen hide nor hair of another person or infected around, but he couldn't chance it. He had no other choice but to stop and find somewhere safe to camp for the night. He eventually found a relatively safe space amongst a cluster of boulders and large rocks. It would have to do.

For the whole night Oscar sat upright and wedged between two rocks. Fortunately it wasn't the most uncomfortable place he had ever slept and his body adjusted to the tight space, allowing him to relax enough to fall to sleep. It was a night of fitful slumber, however, with his subconscious slipping from one random dream to the next, as if his soul were as restless in the dream world as it was on Earth.

He was roused awake by the first twittering birdsong of the morning, at the same time the first ray of sunlight peeked over the horizon. He groaned and scrubbed his weary eyes with his fists, then cracked his neck from side to side. He hadn't eaten for over 24 hours now and his stomach rumbled loudly.

He suppressed the hunger in his stomach with a few bites of jerky he stashed in his jacket pocket, sure to save some for you incase you haven't been given food. He will have to make sure your pantry is fully stocked once you get back to Jackson. Hell, he will rush to make you whatever you want to eat as soon as you walk through the gates. You won't ever have to worry about food from this day forth, he vows.

Once up and about Oscar greeted his horse and gave its muzzle a series of affectionate strokes. "And you, you're gonna get all the carrots and oats you want, buddy." The animal snorted by way of reply and Oscar smiled. "Back on the road now fella."

There hadn't been much snow fall during the night but there was a considerable chance that yesterday's tracks would no longer be discernible. The quicker he resumed his search, the more probable the prospect of heading in the right direction. He had to listen to his gut instincts again. If he did, he knew he'd find you.

When you stir from the black abyss of dreamless sleep you are instantly confronted with the rough texture of your dry mouth and a grumbling knot inside your empty stomach. You groan a little as your eyelids gradually peek open, the scratchiness of the crusted sleep at the corner of your eyes already irritating you.

Straight away you can recognise a huge difference. Your sense are no longer groggy and your head doesn't feel fuzzy and heavy anymore. Your body feels lighter, like you've actually rested soundly for the first time in months, like a dark shroud has finally been cast away from your all physical and cognitive mechanisms.

You don't even realise your hands are tied before you feel the oppressive stare of someone close by. You roll your head to the side to see Joel still sleeping behind you, his features relaxed as he snores lightly. Then you turn to look directly infront of you, and there you find the source of your instinctual discomfort.

There's a man you have never seen before standing at the foot of the bed brandishing a small pistol. He's like a ghostly apparition, a menacing demon, tall and gaunt with unruly stringy black hair and dark eyes that gleam with malevolence. Your heart leaps into your throat and you gasp hoarsely, rapidly blinking your eyes, willing the figure to disappear and prove it is merely a figment of your imagination, a residual ghoul from a nightmare.

But he doesn't move. He remains still, a grin stretching across his face to reveal his yellowed, decaying teeth. Your legs reflexively kick out as you try to scramble further up the bed to get away from the man. Joel grunts in his sleep when your foot delivers a swift kick to his leg but he doesn't stir. You try to reach over to Joel to shake him awake, only then discerning that you are bound, with your wrists struggling against the binding tied to the bed.

"Good morning, sweet cheeks." The man jeers, his throaty voice somehow both oily and coarse all at once. It makes your spine crawl with shivers and your starving stomach sour. "Looks like you're all tied up with no where to go."

"Joel," you whimper, your eyes glued to the man, too frightened to look away incase he tries to grab you. "J-Joel, w-wake up."

Joel's eyes lazily flutter open at the sound of your voice, but his brain takes a couple of seconds to settle into consciousness, the haze of his sleepiness still thick. The first thing he is able to register is that it is now morning - the cabin is brightened by the sunshine pouring in through the flimsy curtain hanging over the bedroom window. How long had he slept for?

Joel blinks languidly a few times before he's able to focus his sleepy gaze on you. He knew to expect that you would be sad and scared when you woke up to the unfamiliar surroundings and your hands still tied. He was prepared to grant you some grace and let you cry for a bit. But when his eyes find your face he can tell something isn't right. You aren't looking at him, and even with only your profile visible he can see the panic written on your face.

His protective instinct kicks in suddenly and he bolts upright, ready to confront whatever danger has you so frightened. But when he's met with the unexpected sight of Lyle standing at the end of the bed his own body goes rigid with shock.

Joel may not recognise the raider's face but he undoubtedly knows who Lyle is. He has all the distinct physical characteristics of a raider, from the unwashed greasy top of his head down to the bottom of his filthy boots. His dark beard is straggly and his pallid skin accentuates the dark circles under his fiendish eyes. They are the kind of eyes Joel has seen countless times before, all belonging to men devoid of humanity in the face of the outbreak, men who were twisted into cruel, heartless creatures hellbent on surviving however they could while hurting all around them.

And Joel could tell right away that the man before him harboured the same ruthless hostility. He wants to hurt Joel. He wants to hurt you.

"Rise and shine," the raider sniggers.

Joel prickles at the sound, his whole being instantly irritated and disgusted. He imagines you must be feeling the same sense of repulsion, although unlike Joel, you would also be petrified. He sneaks a quick glance at you, only now realising how your body has been quivering beside him, but he can't see your expression.

Joel would die before he'd ever let that raider fuck hurt you. How did he not hear this scumbag sneak in? How long had he been asleep for? Joel mentally berates himself for letting his guard slip, for being so complacent in such precarious circumstances.

He glances over to the locked trunk pushed up against the corner of the bedroom wall. He hadn't yet unpacked the arsenal of weapons locked inside it, and right now his closest weapon is the pistol resting on the floor under his side of the bed. *Shit*. Joel needs to distract this bastard long enough to somehow retrieve it. Better yet, he should just try disarm the raider completely. But whatever course of action Joel goes with, he has to find a way to do it without jeopardising your life. He has to be cautious and toe the line for your sake.

"Stand up, asshole." Lyle barks out, jerking the muzzle of the gun to the side. "Come on, sleep time is over, hurry up."

Joel grits his teeth. Who the fuck does this prick think he is? He rips the blanket off his body and reluctantly rises from the bed, keeping his hateful glare cemented on Lyle.

"Good boy," Lyle mocks with a condescending smirk.

Joel's jaw ticks. He straightens his back and stands tall, his fists by his sides. "What do you want?" He asks flatly.

"Now, that is a great question," Lyle chuckles mirthlessly. "After you and your cowboy buddies wiped out my whole fuckin' crew, what do you think I want, fuckstick?"

Joel feels like a bowling ball has been dropped inside his stomach, its weight sinking to the depths of his guts. It's a nauseating feeling, the recognition that this isn't just any raider invading yours and Joel's private realm. It is downright stomach churning to discover that it is infact a raider with a solid reason to inflict unspeakable pain upon him. The raider wants revenge. Joel understands that. He also understands that Lyle has every right to desire it. Fuck, if the roles were reversed and Joel was the last surviving member of his gang, there would be no stopping him from wreaking destruction upon his rivals.

And because of this understanding, Joel also knows that this situation could turn very ugly very quickly. However, it is also a situation which he is woefully unprepared for. No, he had not prepared for the event of someone stumbling into the cabin on the very first morning after you'd arrived - hell, it wasn't even on his radar. The only concerns he had had was keeping you locked down and getting some rest himself. But that complacency has left him unarmed and vulnerable, now cursing the shitty turn of fate that the one person to invade your new life together was a raider with a score to settle against him.

"Can you imagine the surprise I got, comin' back to my rightful home after so long, just to find you two love birds playin' house?" Lyle snorts derisively. "And not only that, but that you're a couple'a Jacksonites?"

Lyle cocks his head to the side and looks between you and Joel. There's a glimmering depravity within the man's gaze that frightens you to your core and you angle your face away from him. Joel can't see past the hair that covers your eyes but in his peripheral vision he notices how your shoulders tense and the way your body curls on itself a little more. He longs to pull you close and shield you behind his body, to reassure you that you're safe as long as you're by his side.

"Don't touch her," Joel commands, his voice steady and authoritarian. "Take what you want and we'll leave, simple as that."

"Now where's the fun in that?" Lyle scoffs, flashing his rotting teeth in a malicious grin. "I think it's only right I get my fill, seein' as you two have been squattin' in my house."

"Your fill?" Joel growls incredulously, his large hands clenching into fists.

"Yuh-huh. But before I do, I gotta admit, I'm a little curious." He nods toward you, still grinning. "What's with the rope? She your prisoner of war or somethin'?"

Joel doesn't reply, his steely gaze giving nothing away as he stares down the other man. You look down to your hands clasped in your lap, demure and silent. Lyle's eyes dart between you and Joel for a few moments, quietly musing, before the realisation dawns on him. He croaks a little laugh that sounds like a bark, a mix of amusement and disbelief.

"Ah, so she's your wife? That it?" He seems appears delighted by the discovery, his smarmy smile streching across his face. "How did a pig fucker like you get yourself such a pretty young wife?"

You cast your eyes on the floor, your face flushed and filled with humiliation. Joel doesn't answer. On the surface he appears calm, almost dispassionate, but there is a boiling fever of rage bubbling inside him. His heart is hammering within his sternum and his brain is abuzz with adrenaline. How *dare* this bastard come here and threaten his life, your life, *your* honour? Who the fuck does this raider think he is, trying to threaten and intimidate a man whose murdered countless amounts of people and a whole hospital of fuckin' Fireflies? Fuckin' idiot is way over his head. It's almost laughable.

"Got your woman tied up like a dog," Lyle chuckles. "I gotta admit, I respect a man who keeps his bitch in line. Maybe you and me ain't so different after all."

"We ain't nothin' alike," Joel grits out.

"You know, you shoulda joined our band," Lyle drawls casually, like he's talking to a business associate rather than aiming his gun in Joel's direction. "Shoulda left that town behind. Fuckin' commie pussies. You woulda loved our way of life."

Joel shakes his head slowly. The mere suggestion that he's anything like those mongrel raiders is insulting. It is downright offensive. Yes, he was a raider many years ago. Yes, he committed heinous acts. But he was nothing like Lyle and the others. Not then and certainly not now. No, Joel was far more noble than them, far more honourable and righteous. He still is. So how dare this bastard compare himself to Joel?

"Me and the boys had plenty'a laughs with the sluts we came across. Used to tie 'em up, just like your girl here. Used to make 'em beg for their lives before we fucked 'em stupid." Lyle chuckles and sighs wistfully, as though he is retelling a treasured memory. "Sound like your kinda scene?"

The raider's sickening words disgust Joel. They make him sick to his stomach. He's dealt with men like this before, the kind of barbaric predators who have lost all sense of humanity and decorum, who think nothing of stripping a person of their dignity and torturing them for their own twisted pleasure.

"Haven't had that kinda fun in a long time," Lyle murmers lowly, more to himself. His gaze crosses to you and he pauses to scrutinise you. You shiver under his lecherous gaze but say nothing. "And I'm interested to see just how much this little lady can beg."

It's too much for Joel to take.

"Don't fuckin' touch her!" Joel roars, his face contorted by the pure rage flourishing throughout his body. He takes a large step around the bed but Lyle swiftly raises the barrel of his gun to point directly at your face. A scream of fright tears from your throat, then Joel watches helplessly as you break out into a shuddering mess of sobs.

"Don't move a fuckin' step, asshole, or else I'll blow her fuckin' head off."

He stops dead in his tracks and lifts his hands in surrender. His chest rises and falls with each heavy breath he takes and his mouth is curled into a snarl. The pupils of his dark eyes are blown wide now. He wants to fucking kill Lyle with his bare fucking hands.

"You got two options," Lyle snaps. "Either I kill her now, or you watch - afterwards I'll let you both go. It's your choice."

An overwhelming sensation of revulsion hits Joel and he thinks he might vomit. His eyes flicker shut for a brief moment as he tries to keep composed. No, this cannot be happening. This wasn't ever supposed to happen. He inhales a deep breath through his nose and exhales from his mouth.

"What's it gonna be?" Lyle questions, his tone dripping with patronising impatience. "You gonna shut up and let me do this?"

Joel presses his mouth in a tight line. He has little choice in the matter right now. Sure, he could refuse and argue with the raider, but that would just get Joel killed right away, leaving you alone and defenceless. Alternatively, he could buy some time and give Lyle the illusion of his submission while he figures out a way to kill the son of a bitch.

Joel knows he will hate himself forever for what he's about to do. He knows that his pride will never recover. He tries to swallow the thick lump that has formed inside his throat but his oesophagus feels so tight that it borders on painful.

Joel swears he can physically feel his heart fracture when he grants the raider a nod of confirmation. The assurance that yes, he will keep his mouth shut and his hands to himself and allow the raider to do whatever he wants to with you.

Yes.

Lyle grunts, appeased by Joel's acquiescence, then turns to growl down to you. "You, bitch. Get on your knees, on the ground. Now."

Joel grimaces at the authoritarian tone of Lyle's voice and the ugliness of his cruel words. He has to grit his teeth to stop himself from telling the raider to shut the fuck up. His gaze shifts over to watch you follow Lyle's direction. You tremble all over, snot and tears pouring down your face as you slide off the mattress. The rope is just long enough for your knees to reach the floor, though it pulls taut and forces your wrists upright.

"That's it," Lyle nods, "easy does it, baby. You be obedient and do what I say and we won't have any problems."

The boiling rage inside Joel morphs into a a twisting, searing heat that stirs all the way from his belly to the nape of his neck. At the crux of the heat is a revolting mix of jealousy, anger and indignation. He's never had to exercise self restraint to such an extent before, in a situation where he's teetering on the line of life and death so precariously. It is absolute torture.

"Okay folks, let's get this started," Lyle has the audacity to smile. "Judgin' by the way she's already tied up, I imagine it won't be anythin' she ain't used to."

A wave of shame washes over Joel; to hear the raider's observation about your relationship and how he treats you is humiliating for him, but what could you be thinking? He looks over to you now. Your head is slightly bowed but Joel manages to catch sight of your face; your eyes appear dull and glassy, your pupils unfocused and distant. He recognises that look, the classic stare adopted by so many trauma victims and survivors - you're dissociating, your brain disconnecting from the current reality of you being raped and murdered by the raider standing before you. A brutal and confronting reality that he himself contrived against your will.

This is the first time he has witnessed you in such a despondent state that he himself isn't responsible for. It's a startling scene to observe and it triggers a stab of shame to slice through his guts.

It's *his* fault that you are both in this predicament. It's *his* fault for being so careless and sleeping for so long. It's *his* fault for being so goddamn old and slow. And ultimately it is *his* fault for dragging you out here in the first place, away from the safety of Jackson and away from everything you've ever known and loved.

Joel had wanted to protect you from the scrutiny of other people and from the advances of someone like Oscar, yet here you are, being terrorised by some scum of the earth raider who wouldn't think twice about inflicting horrific pain on you both. And he's powerless to stop it.

When Oscar catches a glimpse of the cabin in the periphery of his vision, he has to repress the urge to yell out your name. It is like a shining beacon amidst the forest beckoning him, and he's so sure this is it. It's got to be. This has to be where Joel took you.

Oscar steers his horse to gallop through the shrubbery toward it. His whole body courses with adrenaline; it sends tremors throughout his limbs and electric sensations along all the nerves within his body. He feels invincible and fearless, like he could outrun a fucking bear. His mind races, one single word cycling through his brain over and over - your name.

He hastily jerks the reins to stop the horse outside the cabin, next to what he recognises to be Joel's horse. He dismounts quickly, the pain in his ankle dulled to nothing by the adrenaline rush. He jogs up to the porch, ready to smash down the front door before realising it is already open. He's so intent on seeing you that he doesn't stop to consider how dangerous the situation could become.

He sees no one in the large living room, but he can hear muffled voices coming from the door across the opposite side of the cabin. He races over to it, his stomach now roiling from the anticipation of confronting Joel and finally rescuing you.

He expects to find you shackled and forlorn. He predicts having to physically fight against Joel. He had prepared himself for pain and battle. But when Oscar burst through the bedroom door, he isn't at all ready to percieve the scene he intrudes upon.

He sees Joel with his hands raised in surrender, standing on the far side of the room, close to the entryway. On the other side is a gaunt and dishevelled looking man with a gun in his hands. The man's pants are unzipped and the wiry pubic hair of his crotch pokes out from his open fly.

What the hell is going on here?

The man is pointing the barrel of his gun to someone on the floor. When Oscar spots you at the recieving end of the gun, when his eyes skirt over your tear streaked face, his stomach turns a nauseating somersault.

Who is this man and why is he pointing a fucking gun at you?

Your wrists are tied to the bed frame with rope but it is long enough in length to let your bottom perch on the floor. You look pathetic and helpless, like a wounded animal that has been cornered.

Oscar's eyes lock on your watery ones and his heart skips a beat - he feels overcome with relief, tears pricking at the corners of his eyes. Even with the emotion threatening to pour over his lashline, he hopes his gaze conveys the multitude of comforting sentiments his heart wishes to speak in this moment; it's okay, I'm here now, I've got you. Oscar takes an advancing step toward the bed, speaking your name.

When the door to the bedroom swings open and Oscar charges through, it seems like time dramatically slows. Everyone in the room swivels their heads to the door to stare at the surprise trespasser.

Your eyes go wide. You cannot believe that Oscar is now in the same room as you, in this very cabin, so isolated and so many miles away from Jackson. He appears like an angel, a saviour to your wretched state, and when your name falls from his lips you feel like you might faint.

In reality, however, those prolonged incremental junctures in time last no longer than a couple of seconds. In reality, Lyle's instincts only take a second to kick in. He swings his gun to point from you to Oscar. Before his brain can even logically assess the likelihood of threat, Lyle's finger pulls on the trigger.

The booming sound of the gun firing pierces through your ears; it sends your heart racing and you scream. Oscar's body doubles over from the impact of the bullet, then he collapses onto the floor.

Joel takes advantage of Lyle's distraction and lunges at him, a loud primal growl ripping from Joel's chest as he tackles him to the ground. They hit the floor with a heavy crash and the pistol falls from the Lyle's grasp with a clatter. The raider may be tall but Joel's weight instantly winds him. Lyle lets out a choking gasp as his body is robbed of air and power.

Joel shifts on his knees to straddle Lyle's middle, quickly clamping a hand tightly around his neck. The raider grabs onto the collar of Joel's flannel in a vain attempt to wrestle him off, his dilapidated boots scuffing uselessly against the floorboards.

"Fucking bastard!" Joel roars down at him, spit flying from his lips. He looks incensed with rage, his hair sticking up in tufts and his eyes ablaze, his teeth gritted into a snarl.

He clenches his other hand and pulls back his fist before launching a solid jab in the middle of Lyle's face. You hear the sickening crack of the cartilage in his nose breaking. Joel then repeats the motion, landing another force driven punch into his face. And then again. And again.

You stare in paralysed horror as Joel reins blow upon blow down ontp the raider's face and head, his movements almost mechanical in their precision and vigour. He grunts like a wild beast, his chest rising and falling in heavy breathes from the exertion of his actions. Splotches of bright red blood smear over his knuckles.

The traumatic barrage is too much for your brain to witness; you have never been exposed to such carnage between two human beings before, never seen just how barbarous human nature can be once pushed to its limits. Joel is almost unrecognisable to you now, lost in the haze of his need for destruction. Your mouth gapes open, simultaneously repulsed and frightened by his animalistic assault. It seems to go on forever.

You think you might pass out. But then you feel the softness of worn leather enveloping your cheeks, momentarily startling you, making your breath hitch. Then someone whispers your name - a gentle voice that feels like a comforting sheet of silk falling upon your ears. The whisper implores you to tear your frantic eyes away from the savage scene taking place; they fall upon Oscar, who now kneels by your side on the ground, and you realise it is his two hands cupping your cheeks. You lean the weight of your head into his palms, relief flooding your body. You burst out into sobs.

He hushes you, his beautiful brown eyes roaming all over your face in desperate search of any injuries. "Are you okay, honey? Are you hurt?"

You shake your head, unable to control your hiccups and weeping long enough to speak. Oscar presses a firm kiss to your forehead. "I'm gonna cut the rope now, okay?" He whispers against your temple. "Gotta be quick so we can get outta here."

Oscar fishes inside his jacket for his pocket knife. He flicks it open and starts sawing at the cord around your wrists. He grunts softly as he forces the small blade through the thick thread, trying his best not to jostle either of you too much. He tries to school his face into a neutral expression, trying not to wince too much, but the pain in his lower abdomen is starting to kick in.

Hurry, please hurry, your mind begs.

You peer over Oscar's shoulder, only just able to make out Joel through your blurred vision. The raider is unrecognisable, his whole head now a mishapen mess of dark red blood and bone. He no longer resembles a human. Bile rises up your throat and threatens to spill from your lips.

Oscar finishes slicing through the rope and hurriedly unwinds the remains from your throbbing wrists. The liberation pf your hands sets your survival instincts into a frenzy, screaming at you to run. You scramble to stand up, your legs springing into action like a jack rabbit. Oscar heaves himself from the floor, dropping his knife in the process.

You both run through the door, crossing the threshold into the living room. You dodge the table and dash to the front door with surprising agility, blood rushing to your head and thumping in your ears. You burst out onto the porch and leap onto the snow covered ground like a graceful gazelle.

You've done it! You escaped!

Your heart soars with relief and joy.

You can go back to Jackson now. You can go back to your sweet little cottage and spend your days at the library and the school. You will not be hurt and defiled by any raiders. You will no longer be abused by Joel. All because you're with Oscar, safe and protected. You're going to be okay.

But then the thundering sound of a gunshot comes blasting through the air, and all your hopes come crashing down to the ground.

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cosmerelists · 1 year ago

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Cosmere Characters: Would They Be Fun To Take A Road Trip With?

[Main spoiler is for Way of Kings! Oddly enough. Some spoilers for Stormlight as a whole.]

You're planning a road trip, and you want to bring a Cosmere character with you! You know, as one does. But would the following Cosmere characters actually be a good road trip buddy?

1. Dalinar: Yes

Dalinar's whole dang philosophy is that it's the journey that matters. He'd be stopping at interesting roadside attractions, enjoying good food, watching sunsets, and generally enjoying the trip. What a great person to have on your road trip with you!

2. Adolin: Yes

We saw road-trip-Adolin in Shadesmar--he's great! Organized, interested in making sure everyone is doing well, good conversationalist. You'll have a great time.

3. Kaladin: Depends

To be fair it was a stressful situation, but when Kaladin and Shallan "road tripped" through the chasms, he basically just marched off with his long Alethi legs and left her to scramble along behind him. I feel like that's equivalent to, like, being really particular about the radio or something. Plus, he totally thinks he knows the way and ain't asking for directions. On the other hand, if Kaladin has warmed up to you, then I think he'd be an okay travel buddy. He'll definitely pull you out of the flaming wreckage when the trip inevitably turns into some sort of dramatic life-or-death situation, at least!

4. Vasher: No

You're like, "Oh look! That town has the country's largest cow statue! Wanna stop and take a look?" and he's like, "No." It's the first time he's spoken in 45 minutes.

5. Tress: Yes

By the of her book, Tress is all about adventure and she's a literal delight to everyone on the ship. Plus, if your tire got flat or something, Tress would absolutely learn how to change a tire on the fly and get you back on the road.

6. Teft: No

Teft will fight to his dying breath to protect you, but I do not think he'd be fun to sit in the car with for eight hours a day. He'd be a grumbler, I think.

7. Kabsal: Yes

He'd bring amazing car snacks, potentially homemade ones. He seemed like a good conversationalist too. Now it's true, he might try to assassinate you or inconveniently fall in love with you--or both!--but, like, the rest of the road trip will be lots of fun.

8. Navani: Depends on the type of road trip

Navani would, I think, make for a very organized road trip buddy. If you're trying to get somewhere on a time table, Navani would be great. You WILL be up at 8:00am and you WILL get to your destination on time and in one piece. But if you're hoping to, like, chill out and enjoy the scenery casually, then maybe not so much.

9. Elend: No

Elend is great 'n' all, but has a plan of his ever worked out in his life? There's gonna be a huge traffic jam caused by, like, political sabotage or something. And all of his books on tape are about philosophy, too.

10. Mare: Yes

She's definitely a "cow! cow!" type person, I think.

11. Eshonai: Hell yeah

Eshonai loves to travel and is delighted to meet new people. She's going to get chatting with some fruit vendor and the next thing you know, you've both been invited to dinner and are about to have the absolute best homecooked meal of your life.

12. Raoden: Yes

I feel like Raoden is very likable and cares a lot about how the people around him are doing. He'd make sure you had a good time and would be very thoughtful.

13. Lirin: Depends on whether Hesina is coming too

I feel like on his own, Lirin would be a very...stressed road trip buddy. Concerned about the speed limit, about not being too unhealthy, about doing the road trip right. But if Hesina were there, I think he'd be able to chill out a lot more. Because Hesina would want the trip to be fun, and I think Lirin would let it be fun with her around.

14. Lezian: Hell no

The FIRST person who cuts him off in traffic is gonna spark so much road rage in Lezian. Now you're weaving erratically through traffic in pursuit of that truck he's mad at, and you're only like 30 minutes into the trip.

15. Raboniel: Well...

At first she was like, "I am the driver here. You will address me only as the Lady of Roads and will know your place" and you were like, "Wow. This is going to be the worst trip of my life." But by the end, the two of you are singing together and crying for some reason, and now you think she might be your soulmate.

So...50/50?

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ssahotchnerr · 2 years ago

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What do you think about Jack coming to you when he tells Aaron is off. Cause obviously he'll notice. No one knows Aaron as well as Jack (except maybe the reader). So when he notices he's off he'll come to you for help knowing you make Aaron happy 😭

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something off

cw; brief mention of haley, jack is sad :(

something was off. you had noticed it when you picked jack up from school that afternoon, as he picked at his dinner, as he very unenthusiastically got ready for bed and settled in for story time.

it was aaron and jack's nighttime tradition, established long before you had entered the picture. aaron had confided in you one night, that reading a story before bed was something he started after haley passed, in attempt to keep jack's mind far away from any horrors before falling asleep- he didn't want jack's mind being plagued with nightmares if he could help it.

by now, there were numerous shelves of books the two of them had gone through, and story time was the most anticipated part of the night. the only thing more exciting, was when the three of you ventured to the bookstore in search of a new read after finishing one.

so when aaron was away, you more than graciously stepped in.

hence your current situation- the two of you underneath jack's star wars comforter- littered with stormtroopers, droids, numerous ships- with jack's cheek resting against your sleeve as he followed along to the words.

you've gone through maybe half a chapter- the current read was harry potter and the chamber of secrets- when it was clear jack hadn't been paying attention. he was a more restless than usual, his tiny feet kicking into your leg every so often, jostling around as he attempted to get comfortable.

"hey buddy, what's on your mind?"

he let out a breath as he thought, as if he were contemplating sharing his thoughts. it took him a moment, but he spoke up.

"is daddy okay?" he ever so slightly mumbled, looking up at you with his big, sad eyes.

you sat up slightly, closing the book but keeping place with your thumb. "of course he's okay." you reassured, but his expression didn't falter. "what has you worried?"

"i don't know." jack let out a sigh again. "he just... wasn't happy this morning."

ah, yes. your mind recalled breakfast, with aaron hastily leaving the apartment. he had gotten an urgent call about a case you presumed, as he and the team had traveled to florida. it was something definitely not good either, if the way his expression had hardened had anything to say about it. he had left barely saying anything, much less a goodbye, to the two of you- simply giving you a kiss and giving jack one at the top of his head.

"oh sweetheart, were you worried all day?" at your words, jack's eyes immediately brimmed with tears, causing your heart to just break. you placed the book aside to pull jack half onto your lap, rubbing his back soothingly.

"he's just a little stressed about work." you reassured him, wiping a lone tear with the pad of your thumb. "but he's fine. i promise you."

he clearly wasn't convinced. "but is he going to be okay?"

"yeah." you nodded your head, holding him close. there was only so much you could tell him. "sometimes he's gets frustrated, his job is very hard and he gets tired. you know his job is saving good people from bad people, and your dad really wants to save the good people, so it gets to be a lot at times."

"i know." he agreed softly.

"but he's going to be just fine. and he's safe, if you're worried about that too. nothing bad will happen to him, i promise you." you held out your pinky.

it took him a few moments, but jack interlocked his pinky tightly around yours.

"do you feel a bit better, talking about it? i can't let my jackers go to sleep sad." you ruffled his hair gently, and you got a small nod in response. "how about tomorrow, we'll do something to make him smile when he gets home?"

"like what?"

"hmm," you thought for a moment. "well, i know he told me he would really like a new drawing to have with him at work. y'know, your pictures help him feel better when he's away."

"really?"

"really." you tickled his side gently, causing him to laugh. "and tomorrow before school, we'll give him a call so you can talk to him. i know that'll make him feel so much better too."

"okay." he nodded, scooting closer to your side.

"and if you're ever worried, you can always come to me, okay? or your dad. if anything was very wrong, we would let you know. we're a family, and families go through things together."

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toesmoke · 2 years ago

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sleep/cuddle headcanons

characters: venti, albedo, kazuha, heizou, cyno

warnings: none

notes: gn reader ("you/your"). can be read as platonic or romantic.

venti

In terms of body temperature, Venti is usually neither too cold nor too warm. That being said-- if he is colder than usual, he will absolutely put his cold feet on you. He is a menace.

He is so darn cute, so I can't imagine him sleeping without snuggling something-- a pillow, Dvalin's tail, a plushie, etc.

(For your consideration... Venti snuggled up in a pile of little wind sprites... thank you).

And-- as long as you are comfortable with it-- he would be delighted to snuggle up to you, too!

I feel like he would be open to physical affection pretty soon after meeting you. He just strikes me as an affectionate guy, including platonically.

The first time you shared a bed, he clung to you as soon as you settled in.

He likes to wrap his arms around your waist and nuzzle his head into the crook of your neck. It tickles a little, but it's nice-- he feels secure, and you have your very own personal weighted blanket.

In general, I think Venti would prefer to face you when cuddling, instead of spooning. He gets to look into your eyes, with the added benefit of forehead kisses (both giving and receiving!!!)

I also think he would move around in his sleep-- but not necessarily enough to wake you. You would wake up in the morning to find him sprawled horizontally across you, making it difficult to get out of bed.

albedo

I'm so sorry, but Albedo is cold. It's not a dealbreaker, but I don't think he ever gets warm. At best, his body temperature is just... neutral.

The good news: hot, muggy summer nights with him are WONDERFUL. This also includes traveling in humid climates (like the rainforests of Sumeru). Because he does not really get warm, he is the perfect cuddle buddy for staying cool!

The bad news: there is no... "cuddling for warmth" fanfic trope on Dragonspine. That being said!-- he is well-prepared with heavy duty blankets and sleeping bags. Combine that with some marshmallows and a campfire, and every night on Dragonspine is cozy and warm.

Because he doesn't get warm himself, Albedo doesn't mind if you're warmer. He still can detect heat/cold, so if you're shivering, he'll catch on immediately and fetch another blanket.

I don't think Albedo is used to physical affection, but he still likes to receive it. Though he doesn't go out of his way to initiate, he gets a fuzzy feeling in his chest when you snuggle up to him at night.

Albedo doesn't mind being either the big or little spoon. I also think he would enjoy having you lay your head on his chest. It lets him have a physical reminder of your presence.

If you have hair/if it's long enough, he'll definitely comb his hands through your hair. He also likes to braid sections of it-- it helps him unwind from another long day of research.

kazuha

After describing Venti in a pile of wind sprites... I also had the thought of a sleepy Kazuha in a pile of (equally sleepy) kittens.

Kazuha might be cooler than average in terms of body temperature, but he's otherwise pretty average. He still will keep you warm if it's chilly out, and you won't be overheating in the summer.

I do think that he prefers to not feel too weighed down-- instead of weighted blankets, he prefers layered sheets or fluffy comforters.

He is still a sucker for physical affection, but he is a lot better at hiding it. He won't get very close unless you've asked him to cuddle with you.

If you do muster up the courage to ask him to cuddle-- you will end up creating a monster. Every night, unless you request otherwise, you'll have a very sleepy, very snuggly Kazuha pressed up against you. He'll sometimes prop a leg up and over your hip, just to make sure you aren't going anywhere.

Bonus points if you smell like shampoo/body wash before you go to bed. For the wandering samurai, that particular scent is what grounds him. After all, no matter where he roams, you are his home.

No matter how the two of you are cuddling, Kazuha likes being able to face you. Both before he falls asleep, as well as when he wakes up in the morning, he likes to have a visual reminder that you are still there. Despite his trust in his own senses, he starts to doubt himself when it gets to be too late. Being able to both hold and see you helps.

heizou

Heizou runs at a pretty average body temperature as well. He might be a little warm, but nothing that would be alarming. And if it's too hot out to be cuddling... uh, good luck trying to keep him away from you.

Heizou is both a blanket thief and a (somewhat) restless sleeper. He does the thing where he ends up cocooned in the blankets in the morning, so he has to scramble out of them every time.

If you are sharing a bed, please just get a weighted blanket. This can prevent him from accidentally kicking you in the stomach as he tries to free himself from the blanket burrito.

Alternatively, I suppose you could lie on top of him, and this would accomplish the same thing. But with the added bonus of being able to wake him up with a forehead kiss.

Heizou will be pretty clingy once you've become close enough friends. When you're still getting to know each other, he observes your behavior to deduce whether you'd be open to more physical affection. Once he feels confident enough, he'll start to be more affectionate with you.

Heizou will probably want to lie on top of you, or at the very least, he will use you as a pillow. It's very cute, but it will not prevent him from moving around while he sleeps. At this point, your best bet is to pull him closer and play with his hair. This relaxes him so much that he falls asleep faster, and he tends to wake up less in the night, too.

If he wakes up in the middle of the night and can't get back to sleep-- he will probably leave the bed to get water or a snack. If he stays up for too long, though, it starts to mess with his sleep schedule. So if you see him try to finish a report or re-read one of his ongoing cases, please drag him back to bed. He'll get back to sleep much faster if you're there to hold him and quiet down his thoughts.

cyno

Cyno is slightly cooler than average, because he is somehow able to get away with having his hair down while traversing the desert. If he were any warmer, he would absolutely have to put his hair back.

I do say "slightly" cooler, though, because he still has to wear light clothing in the hot desert. He's not completely unhinged.

I feel like Cyno would try to just "tough out" cold nights in the desert, with maybe one lightweight blanket or a compact sleeping bag. He insists he is fine without any additional warmth, but if you convince him to join you, he finds himself melting into your arms.

It takes a lot of trust to be able to cuddle with him. Cyno can get somewhat jaded after years of hunting down criminals and enacting justice. You need to show him-- through your actions, not your words-- that you are not hiding some malicious intent or an ulterior motive.

Once he does trust you, though, Cyno learns that cuddling with you is... really, really nice. Having nobody but himself to rely on is exhausting. It's nice to have somebody to comfort you at the end of a long, tiring day.

Cyno likes being able to hold you. He wants to feel like he can protect you, even if the two of you are asleep. He's especially fond of resting his head on top of yours, letting you bury your head into his neck/collarbone. Being held like this, you swear that you've never felt more secure in your life.

Cyno is also fond of pillow talk, but you'll probably have to coax it out of him. Cyno tends to travel alone, which means he rarely has somebody to talk to. He is happy to talk to you about anything, but he would be elated if you let him test out a joke or two.

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