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stevethehairington · 1 year ago

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drop a dime

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The first time Hopper busts Eddie goes a little something like this:

It happens at a party. One of Steve Harrington’s infamous ragers. He knows there will be loud music. He knows there will be underage drinking. And, of course, he knows there will be party favors. (Would it really be a party without?)

Hopper’s heard the rumors — knows that Munson’s name gets whispered in the streets when someone’s looking to buy. He’s never actually seen Munson in action until tonight, though.

The cruiser pulls to a quiet stop at the curb, and Powell and Callahan exit the vehicle. Hopper parks his truck right behind and climbs out too. They’re marching their way up the front lawn, gearing up to knock on those big red doors and break this party up when Hopper sees it. The tiniest flicker of movement in the shadows, just beneath the big oak tree.

He stops in his tracks and squints towards the tree and — yep. There he is. Eddie Munson rocking back on his heels as he passes something over to his client. He looks twitchy, keeps throwing furtive glances around, like he’s afraid of getting caught.

Hopper chuckles lowly to himself and starts to close in on him.

He makes it halfway to the tree when Munson’s shifty eyes spot him. They freeze on Hopper, then go big as a deer’s. The other kid asks Munson a question, and when he doesn’t answer, his eyes follow Munson’s.

“Shit,” the kid hisses and he bolts without a second’s hesitation, leaving Munson in the dust.

Hopper pays him no mind, though.

Munson stays frozen for a split second longer, long enough for Hopper to nearly reach him, before he turns tail and runs into the trees.

Hopper curses, loudly, and starts to chase after him.

Munson’s quick, and he’s a conniving little shit, twisting around trees and taking sharp turns to try and throw Hopper off his trail. But Hopper is determined. His knees aren’t what they used to be, and his chest starts to feel tighter, breathes turning more into wheezes the longer he goes, but god dammit, he’s gonna catch this kid if it’s the last thing he does.

It’s seren-fuckin-dipity, what happens next.

Munson, in all his gangly glory — and shit, maybe he is part deer — trips over a rock or a stick or something, that sends him flying. He tumbles forward, sprawling face first into the underbrush.

It gives Hopper just enough time to catch up. He’s out of breath by the time he makes it to the clearing, but Munson is still on the ground, scrambling to free his shoe from whatever it must’ve gotten caught in.

He finally does, and he jumps to his feet, and jesus christ, not again. Hoppe can’t do this a-fucking-gain.

“Christ kid, would you quit fuckin’ running?” He barks, though it doesn’t come out nearly as authoritative as he’d like in between the panting as he catches his breath.

It works, though.

Munson does stop, thank god — probably thinks that Hopper’s got him surrounded or something. He backs himself up against a tree trunk twice his size and stares at Hopper with his big saucer eyes. His whole body is tensed, like he’s ready to spring at any second, but his shoulders are hunched in on himself, like he’s trying to make himself smaller too.

He looks scared shitless as Hopper approaches, and Hopper is sure the kid thinks he’s about to get Busted Busted. His eyes flicker down to the pair of cuffs hooked to Hopper’s belt, and he swallows visibly.

Hopper doesn’t reach for the cuffs, though. He doesn’t pull out his baton or go for his gun, or even bring out that special little booklet they gave him for writing up fines and tickets.

He just sticks his hands on his hips and levels Munson with a stern look before asking, “You sellin’?”

Munson, terrified as he is, stiffens up his upper lip and juts his chin out definitely. “Who’s asking?” He challenges.

Hopper’s gotta give him credit. His voice doesn’t waver at all. It’s kind of amusing, the way he still very much looks like a kid trying to be tough, but Hopper can respect that. Munson’s not gonna take shit from anybody — that’s a good trait to have, ‘specially ‘round these parts.

Still, Hopper’s got an image to keep. He rolls his eyes and presses his lips together. “Me,” he responds, unimpressed.

Munson just narrows his eyes at Hopper, keeps them bouncing between Hopper’s eyes, like he’s searching him out.

Hopper entertains it for a couple of seconds before he finally sighs and asks, “Got any pre-rolled?”

And Munson — he blinks, taken aback by the question. But just as quickly, that stony mask rolls back into place. This time, though, that lingering fear is gone, no sign of that scared little boy.

Munson steps away from the tree trunk and folds his arms over his chest, tucking his hands into his armpits. He chews on the inside of his cheek as he assesses Hopper further. He must see something in Hopper, something that tells him that he isn’t really a threat. That’s the only explanation Hopper has for the brassy confidence that’s suddenly oozing out of Munson.

“You know,” Munson starts, voice cocksure and smooth, “entrapment isn’t legal, old man.”

Hopper can’t help himself as he snorts. Jesus christ, this kid. “That’s why I ain’t doin’ it, kid.”

Munson doesn’t speak again. Doesn’t reach for his stash, either. He’s still sizing Hopper up, very nearly circling him like a lion with its prey.

And, well, two can play at this game.

Hopper stands to his full height and fixes his eyes right back on Munson, giving as good as he gets.

It becomes a sort of show down, between the two of them. Staring at each other in the dark, wondering who’s gonna crack first.

Much to his chagrin, it’s Hopper that does.

It’s already late and getting later, and he doesn’t have all night. There’s a six pack of beer and a home cooked lasagna, courtesy of Flo, waiting for him in his refrigerator at home. The VCR was set to record tonight’s game, and the best spot on the couch has his name written all over it. Hopper would like to be able to enjoy all of those things before the clock turns.

So he reaches for his wallet. Pulls it out of his pocket and fishes through it for a couple of crumpled bills — way more than Munson charges, but Munson doesn’t know that Hopper knows that. He shakes them out as best he can and waves them through the air at Munson.

“You gonna collect or what?” He asks.

It must be enough to convince Munson, because he doesn’t waste a second, reaching out and snatching up the bills before Hopper can squirrel them away again. He counts them quick and pockets them quicker, and finally opens up his jacket and plucks a couple of pre-rolled joints from the inside pocket.

He casts a brief glance around the clearing — habit, probably — before holding them out for Hopper to take.

Hopper accepts the joints, pinching them between his fingers and giving them a once over. He only just refrains from whistling at the sight. A clean roll, and no skimping on the bud — it’s no wonder Munson’s managed to drum himself up the kind of business he has. These are quality.

Hopper tucks them away into his own jacket pocket, and stuffs his wallet back where it came from too.

Across from him, Munson pulls his jacket shut and starts to zip it up, looking, for all intents and purposes, like he’s getting ready to scoot.

Just as Hopper suspected, the second that zip is all the way up, Munson turns on his heel.

“Hey,” Hopper calls after him, firm and authoritative. It stops Munson in his tracks. Hopper jerks his head towards the direction they came from. “Back to my car. Let’s go, come on.”

Confusion blooms across Munson’s face and he immediately starts to protest. “Woah, woah, woah, you said this wasn’t entrapment. You can’t— you can’t take me into the station for this. I’m not— I’m not going. I won’t— you can’t— I—”

“Christ, Munson, I’m taking you home,” Hopper interrupts. “Let’s go.” His tone leaves no room for questions, and he doesn’t wait for Munson to wrap his head around the fact that he’s not getting arrested before he starts back towards his truck.

The only reason Hopper knows Munson falls into line is because he can hear the soft crunch of leaves under foot behind him.

The trek back to Loch Nora is a quiet one, and the drive to Forest Hills is even quieter.

Munson fidgets the whole way there, though, tapping his fingers against his thigh, drumming his knuckles against the window, tugging his jacket zipper back and forth, crossing his ankles then uncrossing them then crossing them once again. He tries to pull his leg up to his chest once, hesitating before the sole of his shoe touches the leather seat. He shoots a glance towards Hopper, like he’s expecting to see him looking, ready to yell at him to stop or something.

Hopper stays silent, though. These seats have seen worse.

The truck has barely rolled to a complete stop in front of the Munson trailer before the passenger door goes jerking open and Munson spills out. He doesn’t wait for Hopper to exit, just marches his way up the front steps and reaches for the door.

It swings open before he can even close his fist around the handle.

“Where the hell you been, boy?” Wayne Munson asks, and though the question sounds rough, the delivery isn’t. It’s concerned more than anything. “You said you’d be home half an hour ago, Ed.”

“Didn’t mean to scare you, Wayne,” Eddie says, apologetic in his tone. “S’not my fault though. I got held up,” he says jauntily and jerks a thumb over his shoulder.

“Evening, Wayne,” Hopper greets, tipping his hat.

“Jim,” Wayne says, giving a nod of his own in response.

“That’s my cue,” Eddie mumbles under his breath and he slinks behind Wayne so he can slip into the trailer. It would have been pretty damn stealthy, had the door not rattled against the frame as it slammed behind him.

“There a reason he hitched a ride home with you?” Wayne asks, crossing his arms over his chest, not unlike the way Eddie had earlier this evening.

It’s funny, Hopper muses to himself, how obvious it is that Eddie really is Wayne’s boy. All it takes is one simple gesture like that.

“You know about the dealing?” Hopper asks, not bothering to beat around the bush. He’s pretty sure he knows the answer anyway.

Wayne lets out a sigh. Scrubs a weathered hand over his face. “I’m aware,” he says. “I keep tellin’ him to quit it. He won’t listen though. Says he needs the money.” He shakes his head. Looks up at Hopper. “You bust him tonight?”

“You could say that,” Hopper replies.

Wayne sighs again. “How much is the fine?” He asks. “I assume that’s all it is, anyway, since I wasn’t called into the station, and he ain’t here in cuffs.”

Hopper shakes his head, holds up a palm. “Nah, no fine, Wayne.” He slips his hand into his pocket and pulls out his purchase, giving it a little wave in Wayne’s sight before hiding it away again. “Everything’s all taken care of,” he says.

Wayne’s brow furrows. “Look Jim, I know Ed ain’t exactly followin’ the law here, but he’s just tryin’ to make a little extra cash. He’s careful with it. He’s not hurtin’ no one. Is it really necessary to be stealin’ from him like that?”

Hopper can’t stop the hearty laugh from rumbling out. “Relax,” he says, drawing the word out. “I’m not stealing nothing from nobody, Wayne. I paid your boy, don’t worry.”

Surprise briefly writes itself across Wayne’s face, but just as quickly it settles into something else. Something a little more… curious.

“You plannin’ on bein’ a repeat customer?” Wayne questions, raising an eyebrow.

It’s Hopper’s turn to get curious, wondering just what Wayne’s getting at here. “You gonna turn me in, Munson?” He asks.

Wayne chuckles. Rolls his eyes. “I ain’t a snitch,” he says, and the corner of his mouth quirks up in the ghost of a smile. It’s fleeting, though, and quickly overtaken by something more serious. Wayne straightens up, meets Hopper’s eyes dead on. “I only ask ‘cause if you are, I need you to do me a favor.”

“What’s that?” Hopper asks, taking his hat from his head and holding it between his hands.

“Keep an eye on him for me, would ya?” Wayne says. “I don’t like him doin’ that, but that ain’t gonna stop him. Harpin’ on him’s just gonna make him stop talkin’. So just— do me a favor. Make sure no one’s givin’ him a hard time, okay? Make sure he’s not gettin’ himself into any real trouble.”

It’s Wayne Munson asking him to keep his boy safe. It’s Wayne Munson asking him to make sure he comes home at the end of every night. It’s Wayne Munson asking him to protect —not the way an officer of the law would, but the way of a father.

“‘Course I can do that, Wayne,” Hopper affirms, and it’s like something snaps into place in his chest with the words. He gives a resolute nod, and repeats, “Of course I can.”

Wayne searches Hopper’s face for a moment before nodding firmly, resolutely. “Thank you kindly, Chief,” he says, and starts to reach for the door. “You have a good night now.”

“You have a good night too,” Hopper returns the sentiment.

As Wayne disappears back inside, Hopper takes the steps two at a time until he’s back on the dirt path and making his way towards his truck again.

He slides into the driver’s seat, and tosses his hat into the passenger’s. His keys slide home into the ignition, and the engine rumbles to life beneath him. His foot finds the gas and he pumps a little life into the car, moves towards the exit.

At the stop sign, he pauses. A left turn takes him home. A right turn takes him back towards Loch Nora. Back towards the Harrington house.

Hopper can feel the joints, burning a hole in his pocket. His fingers itch to pull them out, to feel around for the lighter in his glovebox, to maybe start a little early — he’s only a few minutes from home, after all.

But, sitting there he thinks of the promise he just made to Wayne.

Thinks of the first time he answered a noise complaint for a house party in the middle of the week.

Thinks of the promise he made to himself that day, when he found Steve Harrington, three sheets to the wind and sitting all by himself on the front porch. Not even enjoying his own party. Fingering a ring of bruises that circled his wrist and mumbling something incoherent about parents.

Hopper thinks of the party he’d broken up tonight — another, in the long string he’s had to break up there lately.

He thinks of Steve Harrington. He thinks of Eddie Munson. He thinks that, maybe, they’re not so different.

Maybe they both could use someone looking out for them.

The joints can wait, Hopper decides.

He takes a right.

#eddie munson #jim hopper #wayne munson #stranger things #hopper ABSOLUTELY buys weed off of eddie

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xtrafluffyteddy · 7 months ago

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The boss

Body guard! Ghost x Mafia boss! Fem! reader

A little self indulgent buttttt

Tw: violence, guns, alcohol, blood, sexism (quickly resolved)

Your name was feared around town, no one really knew what you looked like but they heard fearsome tales of a mafia boss who left people who wronged them so busted and broken that even dental records couldn’t tell you who they were before they crossed you, as well as the mafia bosses guard dog who would rip people to shreds just for starting rumors, and you loved it that way it made you feel powerful, untouchable.

“Love” Simon says as he strides into your room holding a new file and your favorite tea “new client comin in today he’ll be here in 20” he leans down to give you a soft kiss through his mask that he kept on during business hours, his face was only for your viewing pleasure no one else’s. “Mmm that you my darling stay with me won’t you?” You look up at him grinning “wouldn’t dream of leavin your side” he grunts.

The man, your client, came in 20 minutes late already getting himself on your shit list, “hey baby where’s the boss I gotta talk to him” the man says as he makes himself comfortable on your pristine black leather couch putting his disgusting feet up on your glass table “and uh get me a whiskey while your at it” you couldn’t help but grit your teeth catching Simon who gave you a look that screamed ‘let me kill this motherfucker’ with a quick wave of your hand you get up putting on a sickly sweet smile “of course sir anything else I can get for you sir”, Simon fought back the urge to tear this man apart for disrespecting you.

When you came back into the room you hand the man the shittiest whiskey you had in house after spitting in it when he wasn’t looking “thanks doll face” he said before slapping your ass as you walked back to Simon causing you to grit your teeth again. “Let me kill ‘em love” Simon whispers in your ear as he glares at the man “not yet darlin but soon” you turn back to the man with a fake smile “can you hurry it up bitch I got more important things to do” the man snarled getting fed up with how long it’s taking “of course of course” you sit down crossing one leg over the other picking up his file.

Reading over his file you were less that impressed a couple of petty crimes and a few drug runs nothing special in your eyes “hey big guy call your fucking boss already since this broad apparently doesn’t know how to fucking listen” your eye twitches as the man puts his cigarette out on your couch. Simon gives you a look and you nod grinning as he picks up his phone and presses call on your number. The look on the man’s face was priceless as your phone rang you relished in the way the color drained from his face and he immediately sat up straight “I-I-I-I” he stuttered “you- you- you- you what” you snarled “didn’t mean to disrespect me? Didn’t mean to come into my office make a mess of my shit? Oh sweetheart we’re way past piss poor apologies” he began shaking his head quickly getting up to come towards you only to be stopped by Simon who puts his hands on the man’s chest and pushed him back down onto the couch “sit down.” Simon growls before looking back at you “what do ya want me to do to him ma’am” you suck your teeth before sighing “maybe I’ll feed you to my dogs, orrrr maybe I’ll cut out your tongue for calling me a bitch, or I’ll let Ghost torture you nice and slow and send pieces of you back to the shit hole you crawled out of” you hum like your thinking “I think I’ll leave that a surprise wouldn’t wanna ruin the fun would we”

The mans body was found 5 blocks from your hideout, the police couldn’t believe the amount of damage that was inflicted. He was missing his eyes, his fingernails, his teeth seemed to have been pulled out one by one and shoved down his throat, and his tongue cut out and found right next to him with the word bitch carved into it.

“Si” you sigh stretching as you look over at the man who was washing the blood off his hands “yes my love” he replies turning his full attention towards you “I’m thinking Chinese tonight? Or maybe Italian” to others your lack of remorse for the carnage you left was terrifying, sickening even, but to Simon he couldn’t help but stare at you heart racing as he fell more in love with you.

#ghost #cod mwii #cod modern warfare #ghost x reader #ghost mw2 #simon ghost riley #simon riley x reader #simon riley cod #simon riley mw2

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theshejen · 4 months ago

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Chapter 4

You and Liv carefully entered the house, splitting up. You saw Fuego and shouted, “Freeze! Police!” She turned around and you saw a gun shaped object being aimed at you so you shot, just like your recent training had taught you. She fell on the group and you saw Olivia behind where she stood.

You put the cuffs in her as Liv called for a bus before saying, “I had her, you didn't need to shoot,”

“I didn't know where you were. She aimed her gun at me, I shot.” You stated, very matter-a-factly.

When the bus came to collect Fuego, you and Liv rode back in silence while you began writing up your report.

“I had her,” Liv said, a bit upset.

“I didn't know where you were, a radio call to you would have alerted her,”

“Do you still love me?” Liv asked, changing the subject abruptly. You put down your pen and pad and looked up at the car ceiling.

“I don't know,” you stated quietly. “All I know is I love Casey more. And I would have acted that way at the house with anyone. Don't think I'm giving you special treatment,” you boldly said, finally making eye contact with the brunette.

“And I knew it was a gun in her hand, so I hope 11P doesn't give me crap for it.”

“I, um, I'm sorry,” Liv said, her voice saddened.

“What for?”

“Everything.” She began weeping. You put your hand on her shoulder and gave her an awkward hug, as you were in the car, before patting her knee.

“You fell in love with Alex and I had other work, it's fine Liv; you still mean the world to me.”

The two of you hugged when you got out of the car and you two were smiling as you walked into the precinct. Casey was waiting for you at your desk.

“What's with all the smiles?”

“You waited for me, what a gentleman,” you said the last bit close to her ear before giving her a kiss on the cheek.

“Good talk and a good bust,” you said leaning against your desk.

“Can we go home?” the redhead asked when she got closer to you.

“ I gotta finish up these reports, love.” You told her with sadness in your voice.

Liv obviously heard you, “You wrote down the gist of it in the car, have a night off.” You nodded and put your notebook on Liv's desk to help her if need be. Then, you and Casey linked hands and walked out.

You were thankful your place had parking because getting to ride with your beautiful girl was such a treat. You had your hand comfortably on her thigh and hers protectively on yours. You missed the contact as you got out of the car. Exhausted and sweaty, you plopped down on your chair as she fixed the two of your beers and played jazz music on your speakers.

“Thanks hon,” you tell her as you drink a big gulp of the chilly liquid. “Anything for my girl,” Casey said with a wink, then maintaining eye contact. You give her a look and she motions for you to come sit next to her. You put your arm behind her, resting on the couch, you snuggle into the redhead's neck, letting the soreness of your body go away as you smell her. Case always smelled good to you but now you wanted more. Didn't hurt that you were already sweaty. You kissed her neck, which had become like an addiction. She moaned slightly at the contact as your hand rested on her thigh, eager. Your lips crashed together as you began to unbutton your shirt. You reached around to grab the sides of her face before she picked you up, your legs wrapping around her waist. She laid you down on the bed and began to take all of your clothes off, kissing areas of you where your clothing previously was. Once you were fully nude, she began to kiss your thighs before licking between them. You kept her head steady as she began to work her magic with her tongue, sucking on your clit before sticking her tongue inside your sopping hole before returning to suck on your clit. You came undone easily, seeing stars until she straddled you, removing her own clothes. You admired her toned stomach, soft skin and perky breasts with pink nipples before you helped her remove her trousers, she slipped off you briefly to remove her lower clothing.

She layed back on top of you, her soft red hair falling onto your shoulder as she kissed your lips then your neck. “Please, Case,” you groaned as you felt her smile into your neck. Straddling you once again, she brought a finger to your lips, which brought even more arousal into your core. You began sucking on daddy’s fingers. You quite enjoyed your 6.5 inch digits. Her fingers were as long as a strap and thick too. As much as you enjoyed daddy’s strap, her fingers brought you just as much pleasure, especially because they were a part of her. She removed her sopping finger from your mouth and began to tease your lips and slit before entering you. No one, not even Liv, could fuck you like she could. The rhythm, the way her fingers curled, her deep, sexy, raspy voice. “You're doing so good baby,” she cooed as she nipped at your neck. Your hips were now thrusting against her drenched hand while her other hand was massaging your left breast. Her fingers felt amazing inside you as you began to reach your peak. “Come for daddy, honey,” and with that, your tide washed over you. Casey’s talented fingers fucked you through your orgasm until you were spent. She licked her fingers before crawling up to you. You curled up against her and rested on her chest, spent and tired.

#svu #olivia benson #casey novak #casey novak x reader #need that strap

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who1ssheesh · 8 months ago

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If you're still doing it I can't wait to see the prompt with squalos s/o being buds with Xanxus 😂

Squalo's S/O being buds with Xanxus

Pairings: Squalo/Reader, Xanxus/Reader (PLATONIC)

Notes: yes. absolutely. i live for those two idiots. This one is long af compared to Xanxus' one and I can't explain why. But I had so much fun with this, Xanxus is a soulmate in a bro-ish way????

Warnings: good ol swearing, brief mentions of sex (not much really), probably OOC and terrible english (ur not my teacher ha ha)

• First of all, holy shit that’s impressive?

• Second of all, must be mentioned that Xanxus kinda….doesn't see women as friends? He looks at them sexually right away. Or so he thought

• Third of all, Squalo gotta be terrified

• Fourth of all (that's a lot of counting) Squalo situation is not having any drama as Xanxus' does, he is a pure comedy gold and so is his relationship with you. That's what no daddy issues does to you, but what do i know

• Not comedy as if a clown comedy, but a good harsh bri'ish comedy - insert Utopia reference. Squalo is more than confident in you since you obviously date for some time for him to move in with you and therefore reveal you to his boss.

• I'll tell you a secret btw, Xanxus probably guessed he has you because Squalo is a loser cuck and started to act differently.

• I think Xanxus doesn’t give a shit enough to just bust into Squalo’s apartment for any stupid reason as if it’s his own. So if you at least haven’t heard of him as your boyfriend’s boss, you’re going to meet him in person

• Xanxus coming up and breaking your door just to nap:

🧍

• Squalo never told Xanxus where he lives, that bitch just knows

• Never in his life Xanxus expected to see one day a shmoll girl there and not hear screaming at the top of one’s lungs. He still says Squalo is a fucking virgin loser femboy ugly ass haha lol lmao, he can’t be deprived of those shitty jokes…

• I mean it, Xanxus can get pissed seeing you too being lovey-dovey but I'll expand this drama later

• Xanxus is basically your adopted stray cat, deal with it

• Squalo won't say this out loud or says this very...covertly and probably insults you along the way, but anyways he really appreciate you dealing with all that bullshit. He does indeed value strong character - you don't need to wield a big sword or shoot a gun, but going through his path even though you can be confused or scared means much. He knows a lot of cowards who can shoot a gun, so...Squalo looks much deeper than that. Shark, ocean, DEEP, get it<<<<<<</////??????? I'll see myself out.

• He is lowkey terrified but...also chill? Unlike Xanxus, he doesn't overthink (at least not much). He of course draws a line at some things - at first Squalo was really mad at his boss staying...alone....with you....at you house (he is jealous) cause Xanxus is immoral bitch and would try to fuck you if he wants to.

• Also is you start gossiping or making fun of him with Xanxus, holy shit Squalo is quick to start raging. It's one thing to gossip and laughing at some bud, but doing so about your partner is a huge red flag for him. If you have any problems. come straight to Squalo he is an adult and prefers just discussing problems.

• Well, Xanxus also will certainly not respect you for trying to spill out your bullshit on him and talking shit about his captain. He has standards. (And not because he is a little uwu girl and actually deep DEEP like ocean bottom deep cares about Squalo)

• “The fuck happened here?”, Squalo is on edge, to say the least, seeing stains of blood around the apartment and you cleaning it with a clearly annoyed expression

“So your boss-“

“My boss?!”

“-got over again”

“AGAIN???”

• So, the situation: Squalo, as a person who values trust in relationship the most, is really pissed (sad….) you’re keeping the truth away from him, and you, thinking he’s aware his boss is chilling around since…..well, Superbia is his right hand, makes sense?

• You didn’t know about their burning hate for each other. Gotta be jealous, his love to you will never be as true, fiery and emotional as his undying HATE!!!! for Xanxus

• You screaming “get a fucking room, deepshits” when they start arguing again

• You probably got Xanxus with an insult. Obviously. Sorry, you’ve signed a pact, nothing in your life will be normal again, just like your boyfriend (he’s a little unstable. Just a little)

• Xanxus haven’t been around your house for long - leaving more work for Superbia and leaving right after, quickly patching a quick wound and stealing alcohol, of course

• You’ve been quieter than a mouse, thinking you shouldn’t be involved in Squalo’s business, but one day Xanxus was noticeably not feeling good, ready to pass out, so…you helped him obviously

• Xanxus being Xanxus didn’t thank you, got pissed because air was too warm for his liking or smth and was whining that actually you did a poor job tending his wound

• “Bitch, I will kill you in your sleep?” sent him away, he honestly found this hilarious (we’re talking about your audacity here)

• You got a chuckle out of him, whick you didn't think about much at first, but a Squalo's shocked expression said everything. You can be proud

• Lowkey Xanxus doesn't separate you two together in his mind, you both are a one Superbia homunculus in his mind. Maybe that's why Xanxus with Squalo's s/o feels so....included for all three of you compared to other way around lol

• Even your jokes are on the same line istg

• Xanxus feels even...bittersweet.

• He is...kinda cautious? He knows Squalo is capable of getting out from the devil himself (remember how may times he "died" in manga lol), but you...well...he double checks every visit. Xanxus is very brutal and, unbothered and nonchalant but very smart. Makes sure no one is on his tail.

• Don't get me wrong, it's not in a sweet family way, but you kinda start having dinners together? Both are bitching around but you notice in the end they start having a human conversation instead of their regular unga-bunga

• Xanxus likes this

• Xanxus feels home

• Unlike Squalo, he can't show his devotion to save his life, so you just know there is a "useful friend of a friend that can solve some problems with a call". But I'll tell you, Xanxus will double-check if something is serious, not just throw problems as subordinates.

• Mafia is not flowers and sunshine. Those two have had a conversation "what to do if Squalo dies". Xanxus probably threw a glass at him and said to not be an idiot, but he didn't say no. You're the first person he can call at least an acquaintance, so...

• Well, that counts when we talk about older Xanxus, I'm sure he is mellowed out by that time (+ just enough time for you and Squalo to establish your relationship)

• He's not the type to get over at 2am if there's a problem lol. Maybe he can miss a call cause he's a heavy sleeper. But if anything, you have his subordinates at your place.

• He will teach you to drink. Will laugh his ass off when you fail to beat his ass at drinking competition again and Squalo is having a heart stroke on the background

• Xanxus will turn you in a copy of himself just to piss ofs Squalo lol

• You learning his mood by the intonation he says 'trash'

• Also you calling him janitor or sum in return. Varia horrified you dare to do this, and Xanxus laughing. He still shoots your way though...

• If you're not Italian, you MUST teach him swearing on your native language. Also tell him if there is any local alcohol (of course)

• "Yeah, I teached him coupla words", you laugh, looking obviously happy being a useful friend and having a surprisingly cozy chat with Xanxus.

Squalo is very confused by that. "What the fuck, but he DOES know this language already?"

• I'm sorry but so many sex jokes. Xanxus doesn't give a shit what you do there in the bedroom (until you invite him over ahaha joke unless), but he's going to be a little shit

• Xanxus is 12 yo btw.

• "Can you suck him off so he shuts the fuck up or smth?"

• LITERALLY LOOKING AT SQUALO "NO BITCHES????"

• This idiot fools around sometimes and throws 9-yo-school-bully insults lol

• "He said he wants to marry /insert random woman name/ when he grows up". 25+ y/o Squalo looking at him just:

🧍

• I hope you two have a cat. Xanxus will feed it. Raw meat and everything a fluffy boy shouldn't but it's Xanxus we're talking about. Literally a teenage edgy teen "ITS NOT A PHASE MOM" at your house.

• Naps on your bed ONLY to leave hiss smell of tabaco, whiskey and a heavy cologne. He 100% heehaws thinking about this - Squalo will NEVER be able to have sex if there is reminding him of Xanxus, like an instant turn off. You always try to complain to Xanxus about this absurd situation but start laughing to the point of crying, Xanxus becomes HYSTERICAL at these moments.

• He will teach you how to shoot. Usually he just drinks there and says you're pathetic while you try. But he keeps inviting you himself, so....Xanxus is a little sappy shit. You only use Squalo's photos as a target, so you get sad a bit and probably tell your boyfriend afterwards. He will say he wants to kill you both or smth.

• Xanxus bringing you ideas in your bed. "Hey so you can tie him up and beat to death as a foreplay".

• He will make you rank up bodies of other women he finds hot. Also if you're a girls' girl, Xanxus will ruin this completely. Basically like "just by looking at her tell be if she's a bitch"

• Xanxus enjoys if you talk shit about someone cause he is the same way.

• He will drag you into his shitty gang ideas. If Squalo could go gray-headed again, he would.

• Squalo looking at you both beaten up anf almost getting caught by the police: "why are you like this."

• To be honest, you may be having a serious talk with your man. Squalo is unironically worried, he did a LOT to keep you away from mafia but here you are. If you are very good at convincing (20 CHA lol), he can just a little bit become convinced that you getting hardened can be useful for mafia life "just in case".

• Also MAYBE he can notice the influence Xanxus has on you. Feminine clothes change to leather jackets and grunge, your knuckles even being bloody way too often, you may be smoking more frequently. Squalo is kind of chill with you finding you identity, but if you start wearing feathers in your hair HE LOOSES HIS MIND

• Xanxus will personally train you, if you ever discover your flame. They will have a fight about this with Squalo.

• Xanxus is proud of you tho. One day he will say this, I'm sure

• People know your bond, they know he does appreciate your opinion even in Varia business, and even anything happened he knows Varia is in the right hand - Squalo is more than competent and there is a little angry copy of himself so Xanxus' spirit always haunts Vongola till the end of time. hehe

• You are a badass little sis. He has never had a family, but that...feels nice.

#khr headcanons #khr imagines #khr x reader #varia x reader #katekyo hitman reborn #xanxus x reader #squalo x reader

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goodnightmemes · 1 year ago

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EVIL DEAD RISE (2023) SENTENCE STARTERS

❛ You looked like you were gonna shit a brick out sideways. ❜

❛ It wouldn't have been a clean decapitation with these blades. You'd just scramble your face up real good. ❜

❛ I gave her Klonopin so she can sleep off whatever the fuck is wrong with her. ❜

❛ Who's the brainless meat puppet now? ❜

❛ We're watching all the Freddy movies in a row. Even the shitty ones. So, you, um, wanna come over and… ❜

❛ You look like mom. ❜

❛ You know, the downstairs buzzer is totally busted. I was able to walk in right off the street. ❜

❛ Ghosts aren't real. ❜

❛ I only believe what I can see. ❜

❛ Hey, be nice or you don't get a gift. ❜

❛ Why didn't you tell me? I would've jumped right on a plane to help you work through this. ❜

❛ I called you. Twice. ❜

❛ I don't blame you. I hate the sound of my voice too. ❜

❛ I screwed up again, like I always do. And I need you to help me figure it out. Again. ❜

❛ I think I peed my pants. ❜

❛ You never take the elevator after a quake. ❜

❛ Oh, honey. I love you guys so much more than pizza. ❜

❛ You think it might be worth something? ❜

❛ I don't think Mom wants cash from something you stole. ❜

❛ Weird shit like this gets locked away for a reason. Just leave it. ❜

❛ I don't like this. You need to put it back right now. ❜

❛ I would like to present what I believe to be one of the three fabled volumes of Naturum Demento, The Book of the Dead. ❜

❛ Destroy it! It's called The Book of the Dead for a reason! ❜

❛ Its pages contain ancient rituals and incantations, the recitation of which proclaim to allow contact with supernatural forces that exist beyond the thin veneer of our known world. ❜

❛ It's okay. It's just a blackout. ❜

❛ It was a perfect day and all I could think about was how much I wanted to cut you all open and climb inside your bodies so that we could stay one happy family. ❜

❛ It's in me. ❜

❛ Don't let it take my babies. ❜

❛ One minute she was fine and the next she was talking crazy and...and now she's gone. ❜

❛ May I pray? ❜

❛ There's an old fire-escape ladder on the north side of the building. I could try to get down that, raise the alarm, get some help in here.❜

❛ You got the tools? We could just cut right through the door. ❜

❛ You ain't gettin' through those old doors without something heavy-duty. ❜

❛ I'm gonna get my gun, and we're gonna blast it open. ❜

❛ I don't like being trapped. ❜

❛ Everyone is on edge enough without a gun getting fired in here. ❜

❛ I don't know what to do. You're the one who always has the answers. ❜

❛ No matter how busy you ever got, you always found time for me. For everyone. ❜

❛ You have to help me. You have to. I'm burning. I'm burning alive! ❜

❛ Mommy's with the maggots now. ❜

❛ What's happening to me? ❜

❛ I'm free now. Free from all you titty-sucking parasites. ❜

❛ Let me kiss it better. ❜

❛ Who wants to rot next? ❜

❛ Get away from the door. ❜

❛ Please, we need help! Let me in! ❜

❛ You never should've stolen it. ❜

❛ This isn't my fault. ❜

❛This is your fault! ❜

❛ You don't turn on each other. Ever. ❜

❛ [name]'s right. This is all my fault. ❜

❛ Oh, there you are. Hey there, cutie-pie. ❜

❛ Open up and let us in. We can be a big, happy family again. ❜

❛ You don't look so good. ❜

❛ Nothing a big old hug and kiss from you won't fix. ❜

❛ Open the door like you open your legs, you stinking groupie slut! ❜

❛ What are you looking at, hon? ❜

❛ I gotta kill the creepy-crawlies that I got inside my tummy. ❜

❛ Is this a nightmare? ❜

❛ Is what happened to [name] gonna happen to us? ❜

❛ You'd be a good mom/dad someday. You know how to lie to kids. ❜

❛ I thought I should tie her up. Just in case. ❜

❛ Yeah, well, maybe there's words on there that can help stop all of this. ❜

❛ My want to understand and commune with the other side could not have been more misguided. ❜

❛ This evil is not governed by the rules of man. No, it takes its pleasure in creating terror through total chaos. ❜

❛ [name]'s kitty hides up there sometimes. ❜

❛ Told you, you should've put the book back. ❜

❛ I can hear them outside the doors now, begging for me. It is only a matter of time before I am taken too. ❜

❛ Nothing can stop this demonic force. Even its final remnants will come after you. ❜

❛ You must run. All you can do is run! ❜

❛ This horror will not stop until innocence is destroyed. ❜

❛ I will swallow your soul. ❜

❛ [name] waits in hell for you and your unborn bastard baby. ❜

❛ Are you gonna be a mom? ❜

❛ I'm getting us out of here. ❜

❛ You have no idea what it's like to bring a child into this world. ❜

❛ Everybody here dies by dawn. Dead by dawn! ❜

❛ Am I dead? ❜

❛ Come get some. ❜

❛ You know, you really do look like Mom. And you're gonna fail miserably just like her. ❜

#rp meme #sentence starter meme #sentence meme #rp sentence meme #roleplay prompts #roleplay meme #horror rp meme #inbox memes #*mine #*movie

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mmmmalo · 1 year ago

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Couple Pulp Fiction thoughts:

Between the adrenaline needle to the heart and the Gimp rising from his little BDSM crate, you can tell Tarantino was thinking about vampires... interviews tell me he was percolating the From Dusk Till Dawn concept at the same time. I'm also recalling an emphasis at various scenes of characters being greeted at the door, like they gotta be invited or permitted in. And entering someone's place uninvited results in punishment: Vincent Vega invadint Butch's place, and Butch/Marcelles busting into the pawn shop. Naturally, the actual rapists (uninvited entry) are punished too

Gay shit stood out more. Vincent provoking Jules about gay foot massages, Jules telling Vincent to "get into character" before spending 5 minutes torturing a condemned man for fun (versus the actual gay torture dungeon at the other end of the film), Marcellus making Butch repeat "my ass goes down", Butch hanging his special ass-watch on a little kangaroo and then singing a song about Captain Kangaroo after he reclaims it (which combined with Fabienne wish for a pot belly suggest mpreg...?), the little line about the restaurant robber calling the waitress Garçon (which sutures the first scene to the last)... idk lots of litttle stuff. I have heard Tarantino's Top Gun fujoshi rant, I know he takes this shit seriously

Oh missed one: Jules talking about Marcellus fucking up a Samoan guy for no apparent reason and then tormenting the condemned man with a Big Kahuna Burger. Sadistic homoeroticism!

#movies #pulp fiction 1994

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astrxlfinale · 6 months ago

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A package has arrived to the Astral Express!

It is a rather large box, and it comes with a letter addressed towards Trailblazer Caelus from the Nameless.

"Dear Friend,

Here are the goodies I've acquired the other day for you. Hopefully, they arrive on a convenient timely manner, so you are able to release some stress and struggles in leisure. Enjoy these bountiful rewards for your loyal partnership with me.

Yours truly,

Aventurine of the IPC."

Inside the box there is at least 10 packed butt-shaped pillows identical to the picture sent in messages, all with different colors for variety's sake. There is also a funny gray colored sleep mask with a big "BOTTOMS" embroidered in gold on the front, and a fairly normal pillow also described prior in messages. Rejoice!

"NO ONE TOUCH THAT, FOR THAT IS MINE--!"

Especially when he knows there's been an increasingly curious crowd of people who wonder what kind of mail he receives. Packages of varying sizes, at times coalescing with powers, at others just having an undeniable aura that intends to radiate. Maybe it could simply be chalked down to how aspects belonging to him just have an aura now after being such an active treasure hunter.

Yet, he'd quickly secure his package and quickly bring it back to his room post haste. For you see, Caelus prepared for this very delivery, preparing through the training of constant combat without sleeping for two whole days. Returning to the Express for a fresh shower, allowing this moment of reckoning to be introduced. For when he tears open these very parcels with precise delicacy..

Light.

For deep within this bounty would be the cherished pillows of LEGEND, an abundance of them, all specified to the direct parameters that only a true soul upon the Path of Thickess would truly understand.

His voice would momentarily ring throughout the Express as Aventurine's message was caught. Weariness found itself daunted and triumphed over, and within this moment, Caelus has never been faster in ensuring each and everyone of these pillows were safely secured by their respective cases. Upon the glorious realm known as his bed, Caelus proceeds to bust out a calculator and protractor, visibly charting out the appropriate courses to ensure they're all relegated at appropriate points upon his bed. Even now, all he could think of was his good friend Aventurine, that swell son of a gun who always held a classy smile and a winning chip.

He really will have to go the mile in ensuring he's taken care of. As the sleep mask that dons a proud phrase upon it's fabric was drawn, he'd give a clap of his hands, allowing the lights to dim down into nothingness. As he'd hop to his bedside that's ignited with the luster of starlight and various nebulae outside the window, he'd lean back, reading over the letter from the granted light as a rowdy grin settles on his face.

"Partnership, huh? Looks like I gotta up my game to keep my end of the bargain. This is no low stakes share he's offered here.. and.." And thus, Caelus's head would immediately plop down onto one of the many peach shaped pillows, pure tension distilling from his muscles as a pure exhausted sigh escaped him.

Rather than think deep from this point on? The letter is set to his tableside as the 'big BOTTOMS' mask was donned, introducing him to a comfy world of darkness.

It would be at this moment, Caelus would find the miracle known as rest. MONK-E has failed.

@kushtibokt

#kushibokt #| Shuttle Mail #suggestive tw just for the image LMAO #Let it be known..#He'll always have a spot on the Express now #Caelus will make sure of it

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keep-the-wolves-close · 6 months ago

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Movin’ Mountains

Chapter 1: cowboy take me away

* Pairing: Kayce Dutton x OFC Stella Daniels

* Rating: M

* Warnings: language, healing, dealing with some post trauma, fairly tame tbh

* Word count: 4,198ish

I would love to give credits to @dameronscopilot and @deanscroissant and @lexixstewart for being sounding boards for me during this whole process, giving outsider insight, being cheerleaders, and allowing me to screech at them about things that have happened during the writing process. I seriously couldn't have gotten this far without y'all.

Author's note: Hey everyone! We’re back at it again at the Krispy Kreme ✌🏻😝 (💀 I cannot believe I just did that along with a vine reference lmao.) (Please don't run in the other direction lol.)

Welcome to the continuation of Steady Heart! Thank you for coming along and continuing the journey with me! Here we are at the beginning of season 3! I can’t wait to see what lies ahead for our favorite, as Rip calls them, “merry band of misfits”. I hope everyone enjoys our soft start into the season, and the adventure ahead!

The door to the foreman’s lodge opened. It pulled Stella’s attention from the book she was reading, her heart dropped and her hand fell to her gun. She'd been jumpy ever since the night she got attacked. She glanced up and saw it was Kayce who greeted her from the doorway. Her shoulders relaxed and she smiled softly to avoid pulling the gash on her face and folded her book closed, placing it on the coffee table.

“Hey, you.” She welcomed and started to stiffly rise from the couch to be gentle on her ribs, but Kayce met her at the couch stopping her motion.

He bent down and gave her a quick kiss. “Hey back.”

She closed her eyes and hummed. “I still gotta get used to that.”

Kayce chuckled and sat next to her. “Me too. How’re you feelin’ today?” He gave a quick glance at her pistol.

Stella leaned back into the couch slow and steady and crossed him with a look of her own to stop any argument about being skittish. “I think I’m alright.”

“You think?” He placed his arm behind her on the back of the couch.

“Well I mean my ribs are probably gonna hurt for a while no matter how healed they are. My bruises don’t hurt anymore though.”

“What about,” he motioned to his eyebrow.

She grabbed the side of her bottom lip between her teeth and contemplated the change to her face. “I just gotta be careful to not stretch the skin too much, which is ass.” She laughed. “I never realized how much I actually used my eyebrows.”

“I coulda told you that, sugar.”

She flattened her face and gave him a side-eye. “Ha ha, you’re hilarious,” she quipped sarcastically. “Anyway, how’s Tate?”

Kayce blew out a heavy breath. “He’s okay, sleeping a little better, but still waking up scared.”

“Is there anything I can do to help? I understand being scared at the moment.”

Kayce stared down at her in the crook of his arm and shook his head. Of course she was worried about everyone but herself. “No, Monica is still with him. When she isn’t, I am.”

“Yeah, it probably wouldn’t be good for him to see me still so busted up right now. It would do more harm than good. How’s Monica?”

“Very happy that our son is alive. Grateful to you for trying to stop them.”

“I wish he would have kept running to the big house.” Stella placed her head back against Kayce’s arm and closed her eyes. She had to turn her brain off from thinking about everything she should have done versus what she did. It wouldn’t get her anywhere. “I’m still exhausted from all that mess.”

“I don’t doubt you are, but him coming back might have been the only thing that saved you.”

“I still wish he wouldn’t have come back. I would have been fine, eventually, and he wouldn’t have gotten kidnapped.”

“We’ll make it through, Stell. I’m just glad you both are still here.�� Kayce draped his hand on her shoulder.

For a few moments, Stella pretended like everything was okay, that she and Kayce just got back from a long day. It was peaceful in his presence. She was grateful that he and Ryan found her when they did. She shuddered at the thought of what could have happened if she went untreated for longer. She opened her eyes thinking about her brother. “Oh, Ryan told me you guys are building a new barn further out?”

“When we’re out in the farther pastures, it would be nice to have a spot to go to that has extra supplies and things.” He faced her. “Speaking of which, we’re settin' up a spike camp until July.”

“Why?”

“Rip and I wanna be sure the clover isn’t gonna come back. We checked the fields this mornin’, and it didn’t look like there was any growing back, but we can’t be too careful. So we’re gonna babysit the herd. You wanna come with us?” He knew she would love the change of pace. He decided to not mention Tate coming along just yet. He didn’t want her to worry about him seeing her.

“I would be kinda useless for a little while yet. I shouldn’t even technically ride, as much as that fact pisses me off.”

“I’m not bringin’ ya up there to work, Stell. I just want you to have a change of scenery. But if you get to feelin’ right, you’re more than welcome to join the guys.” Kayce cringed. “If your brother doesn’t have a heart attack about it.”

She smiled at him. “C’mere.” He scooted closer for her. She leaned into him and whispered, “thank you,” on his lips as she kissed him.

Kayce carefully leaned his forehead against Stella’s. “I should go back up to the main house to be with Tate, but either myself or your brother will come get you in the mornin’.”

Stella nodded and stiffly stood with him. “What time?”

“Early. Probably 4:30 quarter of five.”

She groaned, “ugh, fuckin’ ranch hours,” and followed him to the door. Reaching out to grab his hand, she pulled him into a hug. “I mean it.” Stella didn’t know how else to say thank you anymore.

He pulled back just enough to gaze affectionately down at her. “You’re welcome, sugar.” He closed the gap and placed a gentle kiss on her lips as she brought her hand to his chest.

There was a groan that sounded behind the couple. “That’s the last thing I needed to see tonight,” Ryan grouched.

Stella faced down at the ground, with her eyes closed. Nervous about being caught so soon. “Hey, Ry.” Her face and neck heated up.

Kayce laced his fingers through hers as he stepped back, avoiding Ryan’s gaze. “I’m gonna go let Monica have a break.”

“See ya later, cowboy.” Their fingers squeezed each other and then slipped apart as he stepped away.

While Kayce walked off, the siblings stared at one another. Both of them had their lips pressed together and arms crossed. Stella’s face felt like it was on the sun with how red it must have been. The pair dissolved into laughter.

Stella cleared her throat. “You wanna come in?”

“It doesn’t smell like sex in there, does it?”

Stella rolled her eyes. “Oh my fuckin’ god, Ryan. No.”

Ryan nodded and stepped up to the door, trailing behind his sister. He watched while she made her way to the refrigerator.

“You want anything to drink?” She grabbed a Sprite from the fridge.

He stepped up to a kitchen chair, pulling it out and taking a seat. “Nah, we’re gonna be drinking later. I just wanted to check on you for the night before we did.” He took notice of her gun on her hip, but made no mention of it. He’d been keeping an eye on her, everyone had, especially with how edgy she’d been.

She cracked open her soda and leaned back against the sink to face Ryan. “I’m doing alright for the most part. Just starting to get bored,” she complained as she took a sip of her soda. “Very bored,” she sighed.

“I understand, but we need you 100%. Don’t need you hurting yourself more.”

“Yeah, I know,” she grumbled. Just because it was true didn’t make it suck any less. “Kayce invited me to come to the spike camp with y’all.”

Her brother's eyebrows shot up. “Oh he did, did he?”

“Yeah. Figured I would like a change of scenery. Which I would. Very much.” Stella stared at him, hoping to make her point. “Also, most likely so both you and himself could still keep an eye on me and keep me out of trouble.” She grinned.

Ryan leaned in the chair and propped his elbow on the backrest. “It’s irritating how smart he is.”

Her grin widened. “You’re just mad he thought of it first. He’s always been that smart.” She sat her soda on the counter and crossed her arms. “Is it okay if I go? I don’t wanna be stuck here by myself.”

“You wouldn’t be by yourself.”

“I know.” She shrugged. “But I wanna be with you and Kayce because y’all don’t treat me like I’m fragile like everyone else has been.”

“As long as you follow through with not working.” He fixed her with a look.

“Okay, okay.” She held up her hands in surrender. “I promise. I’ll sit with John and give everyone shit.” She smiled. “Now you go have fun. I’ll see y’all in the mornin’.”

Stella wandered around the foreman’s lodge aimlessly. She thought about going to hang out with the wranglers while they cut up, but she didn’t have the energy to be around the rambunctious bunch. She loved them, but she needed quiet. Reaching to grab her soda, she made her way to the little front porch area of the lodge. As she strode across the room, she made sure her gun was still on her hip.

She dropped into the single chair and fixed her glasses. Her feet swung up to cross at the ankles on the small table in front of her. The fizzy carbonation of her soda tickled her nose as she took a swig and swallowed. Stella surveyed the landscape carefully.

She could see the round pen, the cow pen, the barn, and the bunkhouse from where she sat. The lights were on in the house, so that gave her some comfort that her brother was close by if she needed him.

A breath pushed past Stella’s lips as she forced herself to calm down. The guys who were responsible for kidnapping Tate and beating the shit out of her were taken care of. She had to convince herself no one was going to sneak up on her.

“Everything is okay. We’re okay. We’re alive. Just breathe. You’re safe.” Stella encouraged herself, taking a few deep breaths in between her affirmations.

She’d been telling herself that a lot lately. That’s why her gun was glued to her hip. She had made the grave mistake of being caught without it, and it almost cost her her life. Stella vowed to never get found without it again.

The sounds of the ranch made her startle every once and a while, but eventually she settled and allowed herself to relax back in the chair. The thought of Rip probably wandering around somewhere nearby like a prowling bear made her fully sit back. Yes Kayce and her brother were nearby, but Rip was closer. She knew he wouldn’t be done with making sure everything was closed up for the night yet.

The longer she sat there, the calmer she became and the sounds of the ranch finally convinced her eyes to shut. Stella could still hear the horses in the pasture nearby, and the settling of the farm equipment, so she wasn’t fully asleep. It was a catnap state. She hadn’t been getting the fittest sleep since she came home from the hospital, so whatever rest her body would allow, she’d take it.

The crunch of the gravel that led up to the foreman’s lodge in between the stepping stones, startled Stella awake. “Stella-belle?” A gravelly voice intoned softly from her side. A warm calloused hand draped around her forearm and her eyes shot open. Without thought, she whipped her arm out to the side and hit the offender away from her. She scrambled to stand and back away from the intruder. Her hand dropped to her holster.

Rip stood back quickly and held his hands out like he would to a frightened horse. “Woah woah! Stella it’s me!”

Her eyes focused and her brain finally came out of its sleepy haze. “Oh my fucking god,” she wheezed out. From her quick movements her ribs smarted at her angrily. She moved her hand to her right side and hissed at the pain.

Rip wanted to help her, but knew she didn’t like being touched when she was in pain. He felt helpless as he watched her pant, trying to get her breath back. She paced back and forth, regulating her way through the discomfort. Slowly, it backed down to a throbbing versus a stabbing sting.

“Damn, Wheelie.”

“I’m sorry. I should have made more noise.”

Stella pursed her lips. She knew he didn’t mean to do it, and her anger was misplaced because of the pain of her own doing. She shouldn’t take it out on him. “It’s alright. What’s up?”

“I just got done laying into the wranglers because their asses are still awake and we got shit to do this morning. I saw you out here and wanted to make sure you were okay.”

“Yeah, I’m fine. I guess I actually fell asleep after a while.” She yawned and scratched her head. “What time is it?”

“3:45. You should head to an actual bed, Stella-belle.”

“I should probably just stay up and get packed.”

Rip frowned. “Packed?” He pushed open the lodge door and motioned her inside. “For what?”

Stella grabbed her empty soda bottle and followed his direction, stepping into the house. She tossed the bottle into the little recycling bin next to the fridge. “I’m going to the spike camp with ya.” She smirked over her shoulder while she went to grab one of Kayce’s duffelbags.

“You’re what?”

“You heard me. And my brother and Kayce agreed. So I’m coming with y’all.” Stella opened Kayce’s closet and made a small “ha,” when she found the medium-sized bag on the floor. Heavy boots hit the ground behind her and she spun around to face the angry bear of a man she’d become so fond of.

She grinned up at him. “I already promised that I would sit with John and give everyone shit while y’all worked.”

The corners of Rip’s mouth turned further downward in a frown. “Stella…,” he let her name hang in the air.

“Riiip,” she dragged out his small name. Stella gently weaved around him to the dresser Kayce was letting her use for her clothes. Rip sighed behind her and she ignored him. She went about pulling out her clothes for at least a week, more than sure she’d have to come back down and get more. She decided she would cross that bridge when she got there.

“You love running us ragged, don’t you?”

Stella placed the pile of clothes she had in her hand in the bag and turned to look at him. His shoulders sagged, he looked exhausted. Not only did he have everything else going on, but he had become her unofficial babysitter. Kayce and Ryan were smart for that because they knew if she didn’t listen to them, she would listen to Rip. Her lips pulled together in an affectionate smile. She adjusted the frames on her nose, opened her arms and waved him over. “C’mere.”

When he didn’t step toward her fast enough, she met him halfway and engulfed him in a hug. “I’m sorry, Rip.” He placed his arms around her shoulders to keep away from her ribs. Stella took as deep a breath as she could and settled into the curve of his arm. “I know you worry and don’t tell anyone. Think of it this way,” she leaned back and Rip slowly let her go. “You’ll have me within eyesight, uninterrupted, unless my brother or Kayce steal me away.”

Stella backed up and brushed her shirt off nervously. “Plus, I need to do something about being this edgy. I think nature will help me reset that.” She shrugged. “Help me trust myself again.”

Rip gave a quick look down at her holster, thankful that she hadn’t pulled it on him outside. He knew she was having a hard time adjusting to being back on the ranch, the same place that the awful event occurred. He’d observed her jump at sounds and people she’d known for years over the last few weeks. It definitely wasn’t like her to spook that easy. He reached out and ruffled her hair quickly. “Alright, you heathen. I suppose that’s a good deal.”

“Hey!” Stella backed away from his hand giggling. “That’s hurtful.”

“Where’s the lie? Can’t be a lie if it’s the truth, now can it?” Rip crossed his arms and leaned back against the door jamb and smirked.

“I am not a heathen, I’m a lady.”

“Bullshit, you and this merry band of misfits are all heathens. You and your brother are at the top of that list.”

Stella clutched at her nonexistent pearls. “Rip Wheeler! I thought you knew me better than that.”

He chuckled deeply. The warmth from seeing her smile spreading throughout his chest, even if it was just for a minute. He stole a glance at the alarm clock he had set up on the bedside table and read that it was pushing on 4:00 am. “Alright, Stella-belle. I’ll leave you be to finish getting ready. Is anyone coming to get you?”

Stella smiled at him, not as wide as she would have liked, but wider than a few weeks ago. “Yeah, my brother or Kayce. Which from the sounds of it, it’ll be me getting him instead.” She huffed out a laugh through her nose. “So I’ll finish up here and see you soon, Wheelie. You go wrangle those boys into shape.” They shared a smirk, as Rip nodded and quietly made his way out of the lodge to agitate the guys.

Stella waited about 20 minutes before she started getting antsy. She knew that Kayce had other things to worry about, he shouldn’t have to worry about being responsible for her too. She hurried into the bedroom, gripped up the duffel bag, and rushed to the door. She slipped on her boots and threw her hair up in a messy bun that looked slept in. Making her way out the door, she made sure her hand gun was on her hip still and her knife on the other and made sure to close the door behind her.

She looked out by the barn and saw everyone mostly ready. Lloyd had been dubbed the driver of the wagon. Tate climbed up into the cart next to the older man and settled himself in. The little boy looked as if he was vibrating with excitement for this new adventure. Stella’s stomach dropped at the thought of him seeing what had happened to her. She didn’t want him to blame himself. Rip was off to the side holding John’s horse, Red, and Tate’s horse, Lucky. She watched as everyone milled about. Ryan worked on setting up Blue Jeans, exhausted, and quite honestly still looked drunk to Stella. Kayce was on top of Tank, making sure everything was ready to go for their ride. Abigail was tacked up next to him. He must have felt her staring at him because when he looked up they locked eyes.

He noticed she had one of his duffelbags slung on her shoulder, and one of his larger flannels overtop of her t-shirt. His eyes twinkled with affection at her display, and he dismounted from Tank, cutting a path directly to her.

Stella met Kayce and welcomed the soft hug he offered. He carefully transferred the bag to his hand from her shoulder and gave it to Jake to put in the wagon. He looked around to make sure no one was gawking, and scanned his gaze back down to Stella, placing a chaste kiss on her forehead to the left of the healing gash. “I was gonna come get you in a few minutes, I was hoping to give you more time to sleep.”

“Well, luckily for you, I’ve been awake since like quarter of four.” She laughed inwardly.

Kayce made a disapproving face. “Did you sleep at all?”

Stella withdrew from the comfort of his hug and sighed. “Yes, Kayce. I did. On the porch ironically enough. Rip already yelled at me,” she smirked over at Rip who’d been listening in this whole time. “Didn’t you?” He dipped his head in confirmation. She turned back to face Kayce. “And I slept pretty well for the first time in a while. I’m ready to rock and roll. Thank you for getting Abs ready for me.”

Her gaze landed on the mare that she’d only been able to walk around, lunge, and pet due to her restrictions recently. She moved over to her and brushed her hand along the roan’s nose softly. “Hey baby. You ready for an adventure?” Abigail blew a sigh into Stella’s hand.

A throat cleared from behind Stella. John came up beside her. “You sure you’re good to go on the trek?”

Stella bobbed her head. “Yessir. I should be right as rain in no time. I’ll be your buddy for giving everyone else hell.” She giggled quietly. “Besides, I gotta get away from here for a while.” They shared a look because John knew exactly what she meant. She almost died not too far from where they were standing. A little vacation would do her well. John nodded to her and stepped back to let her mount up. He didn’t go too far just in case she fell. Kayce took a few steps closer, joining his father if Stella needed a hand.

Stella stepped forward and placed her left foot in her stirrup. She reached for the horn and tried her best to step up into her saddle without showing the mild discomfort it caused. A quiet groan escaped her barely parted lips. She bent forward to pat Abigail’s neck. “See, girl?” Stella huffed, trying to catch her breath. “Wasn’t so bad, was it?” The large mare grunted back at her as if to say, ‘not for me, but it was awful for you.’

John spotted Jamie as he trotted up to the group. John instantly moved to give him directions. He had other plans for his son in mind. “Stick that horse back in the barn.” He pointed in the building’s general direction. “Move your gear outta the bunkhouse.”

Jamie halted his horse, and his stomach twisted into knots. “Move it where?”

“The lodge.” John explained simply.

Jamie dismounted, ready for an argument. “Why?”

Stella piped up from on top of Abigail. “Uh, sir? That’s where I’m staying.”

John eyeballed his son for questioning him instead of just going with his plan. “Cause I can’t have the Livestock Commissioner living in the bunkhouse.” Jamie took off his hat and shot his dad a questioning glance. “I’ll make the appointment official tomorrow.” John panned his gaze to Stella and continued. “And I’m moving you up to the big house with Kayce.”

Stella’s jaw dropped so fast it almost came unhinged. The tightness in her chest bubbled as she gave a panicked look to Kayce, who looked just as stunned as her, if not more. “Uh, are you sure that’s a good idea, sir?”

“Damn it, how many times do I have to tell you to call me John?” He scolded her. “And god damnit why doesn’t anybody just follow my directions?”

“John, you’d kill over if any of us followed your direction blindly.” Stella’s face flattened as she pointed to Rip. “Even Rip questions you from time to time. You’re pissed about something you taught all of us to do.”

“No, it’s what Kayce has taught you to do.” John grumbled.

“Now c’mon, dad.” Kayce tried to interject, but his dad was having none of it this morning.

He pinned Stella to her spot with a look that dared her to defy him any further. “I’m moving you up to the house with Kayce. Gator will move your things before Jamie gets settled in.” John strode over to Jamie and leaned in close. “And if you betray me again? You’re dead to me son, you understand?”

Jamie nodded. “Yes, sir. Thank you.” John pivoted to go get his horse, but Jamie reached out and stopped him. “Dad. I won’t betray you. You have my word.”

“Well,” John cleared his throat. “We’re about to find out what that’s worth.” The air hung heavy between the father and son as John turned back around. Stella shifted in her saddle at the unspoken threat.

The patriarch started doling out orders. “Kayce!” The aforementioned son was stepping up into his saddle. “You and Rip take the wranglers, start pushin’ the herd. We’ll be right behind. Stella, you stay with me and Lloyd.”

“Alright, let’s go,” Rip directed the wranglers.

“Keep an eye on him.” Kayce instructed his dad.

John climbed up onto Red. “You know I will.”

Kayce glanced down at his saddle and tapped the horn. “I’m uh, I’m sorry about the Commission. It’s just not me.”

John rearranged in his saddle. “You’re my son. I know exactly who you are and don’t you ever be sorry for it.” Kayce looked around and walked Tank on. Lloyd and Tate watched as the prodigal son marched away. The little boy stared at Stella with big, sad eyes.

“Are you okay, Aunt Stell?”

Stella took a breath, as deep as she could, and smiled at the youngin’. “Yeah, buddy. I’m okay.” It looked as though Tate’s shoulders dropped in relief. “You should see the other guys.” She winked at him and he smiled at her. He was comforted by the fact that she seemed like her normal self.

Lloyd peeped over Tate’s head to spot John. “We’re ready here, boss.” They observed John taking in the herd and the surrounding nature. “Nothin’ prettier on this earth.”

“It’s as free as a man can be.”

“Makes you wonder,” Lloyd moved the reins around in his hands to have a better grip. “Who’s gonna feed this world when there’s none of us left.”

John laughed. “Nobody, Lloyd. This world’s just gonna go hungry.” He spurred Red into motion. Stella would have galloped off with him but decided against it. She followed beside the cart with Abigail at a fast walk.

#yellowstone #kayce dutton #yellowstonetv #luke grimes #ian bohen #ryan #kayce dutton fan fiction #yellowstone fanfic #yellowstone fanfiction #kayce dutton fanfic

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kapncrunch · 28 days ago

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whenever i feel emotionally unregulated and nothing is helping I gotta bust out the big guns (Alvin and the chipmunks)

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the-haunted-office · 1 year ago

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( @reubyrp - Codename Payday has joined the heist!!!)

Thursday... knows exactly why she's here.

To have fun, of course!

How could she possibly pass up the opportunity to leave the boring offices behind to rob an arcade vault?! There's absolutely no way she could! So here she is, chatting away with some lady while she leads her into the basement to where the others are waiting.

"-just made him even more angry, apparently, I guess he didn't like the compliments I gave him? Which doesn't make sense because who doesn't like compliments? Especially because I was complimenting his suit! And how quickly he put it on! And the way it like matched the glass of red juice he was drinking. Well it wasn't juice, it was some kind of wine I think, but I'm not an expert on wines so I don't know if that's what it really was, it was some kind of red, fancy alcoholic beverage that he had stored away specifically for the occasion of someone pressing the 'on' button. Same with the suit. But it was still a nice suit! Right? So anyway, he got tired of me talking and just decided to blow me up, but he lost in the end because he got turned into a sword- Hey! Is this them? Hello! Thanks for bringing me here!" she says to the lady and then she's off with Lester and the others.

Thursday can't help but giggle when the others provide their codenames, especially Doomsday. "You know, that's funny, I have a friend with the same name, ehehehe. I'll bet she'll be tickled to know once I tell her, hehe. So does this mean I need a codename too, then? Hmm. Can I go wiiiiith... Payday? Or is that too similar to Doomsday? If it is, I'll come up with something else."

When the instructions are being given, Thursday puts in the earpiece and tries her best to pay close attention. She has no idea what to expect out of all this. Heists and going apeshit are more Doom's (her Doom's) forte, so she's a bit out of her element here, but this still all feels like some silly first person game to her. She can't wait to tell Eisuke about it. He'll get a kick out of it for sure. Or maybe he'll scold her for partaking in criminal activity. On second thought, nah, he'll think she's cool - it's Etsumi who will scold her. Well, she'll just use some of the money to get him something cool, like a new heating blanket or something.

Oh shit. Her mind wandered off there precisely like she was trying to will it not to do and now she's missed part of the instructions. There was something about there being options in there. Three of them. Sneaking around and wearing uniforms and busting in with guns. Now shooting people is definitely not something she's up for. She doesn't want to hurt anybody, let alone murder them, she just wants to get in there, be stupid, and take things out of a big metal door, that's all.

Grinning, she points to the photo of people in armored security uniforms. "The Big Con, please! You know, I used to be a Narrator, that means you gotta make shit up as you go, right? I can definitely do that. I mean, it's definitely not as easy without an extraterrestrial parasitic mist helping you to manifest items and heal your wounds and whatnot, but I think I can work with this. What are we wearing now? You said disguises? Okay, whatta we got?" she asks, rubbing her hands together and looking eager to get started.

#reubyrp #and here's your thursday!! x3

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brightcalamity · 7 months ago

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NPC Dialogue for L, my polyamorous builder

I saw people doing this meme in the tags, and decided to try it out. Inspired specifically by @pepperonibread's post.

Intro: “Howdy! Welcome to Sandrock. I'm new, too! Got kind of burnt out at building school, and at first kind of regretted coming here where there's so much work to do. But have you noticed how hot everyone is? Maybe it's the dry desert air making me so thirsty.”

Acquaintance:

Hey! How are you settling in? Make sure you don't go out too far - monsters can get pretty scary the further you get from town.

How's it hanging? You tried sandfishing yet? I used to love regular fishing, so it's kind of wild!

So I looked into it, and apparently there are a lot of policies in the Church of the Light that are determined by chapter. Like, how we can have guns here. I wonder what else is different?

I stayed out too late the other night, and when I passed out, I had a dream about...well, never mind.

Buddy:

Howdy! Caught any fish yet? Any big ones? Sometimes I see them swimming through the sand and wonder if I could do that.

Sometimes I get so tired, I just have to sit down and stare into space, and it always ends up I was staring at someone. Kind of embarrassing, but, oh well! So if I do that to you - sorry?

You know, you should stop by the Blue Moon sometimes and relax. A hot meal, a cold drink, and good conversation - you gotta set down the pickhammer and remember what it's all about.

How did Rian land such a great catch? Maybe I need to take a page out of his book...oh, sorry! Howdy! I'm off in my own world again, huh.

How's it hanging? Remember to let the air flow, my friend, or you'll regret it later.

Good Friend:

Howdy, pal! You ever get jealous? I saw Amirah making some pots the other day, and started wishing I was clay. At people? Nah.

Hey! Don't wear yourself out working too hard. Remember! I busted my butt in school, and now look at me.

Caught any big ones recently? I went out a bit too far to check out a new sandfishing hole, and got my ass kicked by the locals. You should've seen me! Running full tilt away clutching a giant fish to my chest like it was made of solid gold.

Howdy. You speak to Heidi lately? She's been so busy...I get it, really, but...never mind.

Sandstorm: I know it's stressful getting behind on work, but take my advice - there's no better chance to stay home and cuddle. Stay safe!

Rain: I never knew I could miss this so much. I wonder if the sandfish around here care about rain? Does it awaken some evolutionary memory in them, or are they just oblivious?

Player has a new haircut: I wonder who you're trying to impress. Well, you're impressing me!

Player has panda eyes: I hoped you stayed up doing something fun, at least.

Player cuts a tree in front of L: Hooooboy. If you like getting berated by Burgess, good job, I guess.

Player attacks L with a weapon: Uh, watch out! Let's take it to the ring. I guess. Or, better yet, let's talk it out over dinner.

Day of the Bright Sun: I don't really need more stuff, but I love seeing the kinds of things people give as gifts. I really love days like this. Holidays were one of the brief times I wasn't studying in school. I felt guilty the entire time, but it was still worth it getting out.

Showdown at High Noon: I guess it's good for everyone to practice fighting. Have you heard that there are places where they have a holiday to celebrate love, too? I wish we had that, to balance things out a bit.

Day of Memories: The games are fun, but I always sort of wished the fun parts and the memorial were separated. I guess that's how life is, though? You can't ever entirely separate feelings.

Tour de Rock: I feel like Unsuur should win this by default. But maybe if I win, he'll think I'm even cooler.

Running of the Yakmel: This must be a real romantic holiday for Cooper and Mabel. Food and yakmel? I actually have no idea what this holiday's about, sorry.

Winter Solstice: Hey, don't miss out on the bonfire dancing! I'll save a spot next to me if I can!

Loved gifts:

Any kind of King Fish: Holy! Look at that whopper! Are you seriously giving this to me?

Any of Amirah's pottery, or the character figures: Everyone accuses me of being shallow, but it was the craftsmanship of her work that really made me fall in love with her. Amirah, you're amazing.

Liked gifts:

Storage: Oh, thank the Light! And thank you! Maybe I can finally get organized.

Fishing gear: Babe. You know me too well. Sorry, did I call you babe? Sorry, sorry. I was actually talking your gift.

Any fish other than King: Ahaha! Howdy, little guy! You'll make a fine dinner or pet, tonight!

Neutral gifts: Wow, thanks! You don't really need to give me gifts to impress me, but I'll take 'em.

Disliked gifts: Huh. Thanks.

Hated gifts: Did I upset you? Sorry.

Complimenting appearance: Wow, thank you! The hair color's not natural, except in the sense that everything that is possible to exist is natural.

Complimenting appearance 2: I think you're pretty, too.

Complimenting work: Well, thanks! I do try! I know I'm easily distracted by a pretty face, but love just gives me the energy to make all my work feel worth it.

Complimenting personality: You catch more fish if you got the right bait.

Asked about her past:

Oh, well. Studying, work, rinse, repeat. After a while, I couldn't remember why I even wanted to be a builder. I'm starting to remember, I think.

The first time I fell in love, there was this big drama when she wanted to see someone else. I remember pretending that I was so upset, but not getting why I should care that much. I was a lot older when I realized other people aren't playing when they're upset about that stuff.

I always thought me and Nia would get married and ride off into the sunset on our gliders. Of course, life doesn't turn out how you imagine. We both had different dreams. But I missed her so much when we went our separate ways.

I think my Ma worries that she and Pa somehow pushed me into working too hard. I keep telling them that I made my own decisions, and thinking about the two of them was the big thing that pulled me off the edge, when it got real bad. I have to do better. I will do better. Even if I don't work as fast as I used to and people think I'm a flake.

Asked about work:

Most of the time people don't really need stuff as soon as they say. I still try, of course, to get it to them in time. But I've had to learn that if I end up running late, it's not the end of the world, you know?

Asked what she likes to do:

Sometimes I look at old books about fish, and then I look at the fish we've got around here - I think fish were always just really weird!

I hate eating alone, you know? Eating is when people really connect - we all gotta do it! It doesn't have to be a date, even if that's what people think I'm all about. I just want to hear about your day.

The more efficient the tools, the more time I have to keep myself sane without disappointing my commissioners. I love seeing things done quickly, and well.

Romance -

Confession response:

Accepted: Oh! You're quite the catch, so of course I accept!

Rejected: Oh...do you know what that means? Do you really want to be with me? I can't change who I am, you know. Maybe I need to think a little, and maybe you do too.

Regular lines:

Don't forget date night! It's easy to forget when we're busy, but spending time together makes everything else worthwhile!

There are always more fish in the sea, but I'm so glad I caught this one. And you caught me.

Do you see us together in twenty years? Time feels so blurry, one commission blending into the next, but no matter how far I try to look, I see you there with me.

#mtas builder

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