#i for one would straight up crash myself if i ever saw THAT when i drive.

[naughtcracker]

sorry my hands slipped

so i roped @justraip09 into sketching my crackpot idea of the bachelors as these, uh, sexy paintings with questionable quotes that a lot of our local trucks have at the back and when she showed me harvey's i just. blacked out

[taeyongdoyoung]

teddy bear

summary: you discover your best friend's dirty little secret but after the initial anger passes, you are excited... pairing: haechan x reader genre: smut, best friends to lovers warnings: non-consensual filming/hidden camera, perv!haechan (wbk), but ALSO perv!reader, allusions to masturbation, lowkey dubcon but not rlly, face-sitting, eating out, blowjob, unprotected piv sex, boob touching, switch!haechan, inexperienced!reader, pet names, oh yeah and kissing (ew) author's note: idk what this is but 🎵 i've been a nasty guuuurl, nasty, is somebody gonna match my 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴 🎵 word count: 2k

If there is one person in this universe you’d trust with your life, that person would be Haechan. He’s always been there for you, through the highs and lows of your life. So, when you discover how he’d betrayed you, you feel like your world comes crashing down on you with all of its weight and injustice.

You accidentally find something you’d never expected would happen to you. A hidden camera in the teddy bear Haechan had gifted you a year ago. You can’t believe it. You don’t perceive yourself as a particularly interesting person. You don’t do much in your room. Except…

The idea that Haechan had seen you in your most private, vulnerable moments sends chills down your spine. You feel mortified, embarrassed but most of all, angry. How could he do this to you? How could he film you in secret without your permission? How could he betray your trust like that? And worst of all, how could a part of you get excited about that?

You invite your best friend Haechan over on a whim. With the initial plan to confront him, maybe threaten him with this newfound knowledge a little, things take an unexpected turn.

“Hey, darling, how have you been?” Haechan asks as he enters your apartment.

“Oh, don’t you ‘darling’ me, you creep!” you immediately accuse him.

“What did I do?” he tries to play it dumb but you can see it in his eyes that he knows exactly what crime he’s guilty of.

“I found the camera…inside the teddy bear,” you get straight to the point, dragging him by the hand to your room and showing him the evidence.

Maybe this is unwise. Maybe a sane person would go to the police rightaway. Maybe you should file a restraining order. But the thought of living without Haechan feels more painful than the thought he’d done something so sick. Maybe you’re just as sick in the head.

“So, you found it,” he states the obvious.

“Aren’t you gonna say anything to defend yourself? Like, maybe it came like that and you didn’t know it had a camera,” you attempt to find a logical explanation.

“Oh, I knew, alright,” Haechan confesses.

You punch his arm lightly, not meaning to actually hurt him, but he’s taken aback nonetheless.

“How could you do this to me? I trusted you with my life,” you cry out, your eyes welling up with tears.

“I promise no one else has seen the footage. I would never show it to anyone.”

“Is that supposed to make me feel better?” you sniffle. “You saw me…naked. No, scratch that, you saw me touching myself, saw me crying all alone, saw me at my most pathetic.”

“There was never anything pathetic about you, precious. You’re the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen and I’m so sorry I made. I just…admire you so much that I did something wrong. I know it’s unhealthy that I want to look at you all the time but I couldn’t help it. I’d do anything to make you forgive me,” Haechan promises.

“Anything?” you ask, your eyebrow raising in interest, a sinful idea already forming in your head.

“You name it. If you wanna report me to the police, go for it, as long as you forgive me one day.”

“I’m not gonna report you,” you say calmly. “But I do want a favour.”

“Whatever you wish, sweetheart,” Haechan blinks at you with so much affection and dedication you know you’re making the right choice.

“You’ve probably seen me…well, struggling to reach an orgasm,” you murmur shyly. “When I feel it coming, my fingers get so tired and I just…stop in the middle of nowhere. I was wondering if you can help me with that?”

You phrase it as a question but it’s actually a demand. If Haechan wants your forgiveness so badly, he’s gonna have to earn it.

“Sit on my face,” he offers.

“Huh?”

“Go on, then. I’ll help you out, just relax and let me take care of you.”

Fuck, his words have such an immediate effect on you that you rush to take off your shorts and comfortable panties you wear at home and you don’t have the time to feel self-conscious.

Haechan seems more eager than you and pulls you closer than ever. As you make yourself comfortable on top of him, he quickly dives in, licking your pussy with so much enthusiasm that you already know he’s gonna make you feel so good. You grab his hair a bit harshly and he moans against your folds, the sound sending vibrations to your core. Arching your back, you search the long-awaited release as Haechan digs his nails into your thighs, holding onto you for support. His tongue fucks into you from below in ways you didn’t think possible. You cry out his name unabashedly as you come all over his too pretty for this world face.

You collapse backwards, head falling near his legs. As the haze of your orgasm begins to wear off, you notice Haechan’s hard cock straining against the confines of his jeans. Another idea has already been planted in your brain.

“Am I forgiven yet?” Haechan wonders with an adorable pout. You want to kiss him stupid but decide to torture him a little longer.

“Not yet,” you chuckle. “But it’s a good start. Now, I want you to teach me how to suck a cock.”

His pained expression tells you volumes.

“W-why?” he stutters.

“Oh, I don’t know. I’m not very experienced and I wouldn’t want to embarrass myself in front of guys. So, show me the right way.”

Haechan gulps anxiously. Is he jealous of these hypothetical future guys. You don’t tell him that he is the only guy you want to touch, that would give his ego an unnecessary boost. And you don’t want that. You want him to think that him being forgiven is dependent on whether he does as you wish.

“Okay. Well, to be honest, most guys just prefer fucking a girl’s mouth, or so I’ve heard. So, you wouldn’t have to do much. But I can still show you the basics.”

You nod eagerly and unbutton his jeans. Haechan gently guides you to his cock.

“Lick the tip. You don’t have to fit it all in your mouth.”

You follow his instructions excitedly and envelop your lips around his length. It’s not super long but its thickness poses a delicious challenge. Your mouth can’t possibly widen any further so you also start touching him with your small hands.

“That’s good, you’re doing so well for me,” Haechan praises you and his words make you even more enthusiastic. Your eyes teary and your throat hurting but he strokes your hair so sweetly and you must be fucked up because you don’t want this to end.

Licking and groping to the best of your abilities, his release comes sooner than expected. Are you really that good or is he just whipped for you? You try to swallow his cum but there is so much of it that as soon as your lips leave his cock so you can breathe properly, his cum comes spilling down your chest.

“Fuck, I’m so sorry,” Haechan apologizes for making a mess.

You shake your head and can’t resist the temptation any longer so you crash your mouth against his in a sick, feverish kiss. He appears taken aback but kisses you back with just as much passion, if not more. He buries his hand in your hair, tilting your head back, practically fucking your face with his own. He bites your lips and touches your cheek with his other hand, as you completely melt for him.

“You like this?” Haechan chuckles in disbelief once he breaks the kiss. “You like being kissed by your best friend who’s been getting off on footage of you in secret?”

“Does that make me a weirdo?” you grin wickedly.

“Oh, definitely. But I wouldn’t have it any other way,” Haechan says.

“I want you to fuck me,” you blurt out suddenly, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“Are you sure?” his eyes widen in shock.

“Please?”

“Your wish is my command, princess,” Haechan responds. “Do you want to be on top?”

“I don’t know, whatever works best for you,” you really don’t care about the positions, you just need this freak inside of you. Okay, you realize you’re just as freaky but oh well.

“Wanna try riding me and if you get tired, I’ll take over?” Haechan suggests softly.

“Alright, let’s try that,” you agree quickly and take your top off.

“Oh,” Haechan licks his dry lips in surprise.

“What?”

“You’re not wearing a bra,” he states the obvious.

“So? I’m at my own home, it feels more comfortable that way.”

“I know but…you asked me over knowing that I’ve put a camera in that bear and you’re not wearing-”

“Haechan, do me another favour and stop overthinking, okay?”

He nods again, still staring at your boobs.

“Do you want to touch them?” you laugh because his face looks priceless.

“May I?” Haechan asks politely. God, he’s so cute you want to eat him up. He’s also the most perverted guy you’ve ever met. So basically perfect for you.

“Yes, do whatever you want, I trust you,” you admit even though it is probably foolish. But it is true.

Haechan envelops his hands around your tits as you climb on top of him, letting his cock slide in. You’re so wet for him it happens so smoothly, as if you were meant to fit in together. He plays with your nipples gently and you ride him, moving your hips up and down.

“You can be more rough, I’m not gonna break,” you tell him honestly.

Haechan isn’t sure exactly what you mean by that but tries his best to not disappoint you. He pinches your nipples, squeezing your boobs a little more harshly and eliciting sweet moans out of you. Then, he bucks his hips upwards to meet your wetness, fucking into you from below with impressive speed and eagerness. You are beginning to grow tired, chasing an orgasm that feels so close, yet out of reach.

“Please, take over, I don’t think I can do this,” you pout pitifully.

“Sure, angel,” Haechan flips you over so that you are now lying on your back and fucks you hard and sweet.

“Make me come, Haechan, please, please, please,” you beg him desperately.

“Let go for me, baby, that’s it,” he encourages you and who are you to argue with him?

Your orgasm hits you so suddenly and you feel yourself babbling nonsense. Soon after, he releases his seed inside or you, making you lose your mind even further. You feel so deliciously full you wish you could stay trapped in this moment forever.

Haechan slides out of you and brings you a bottle of water. You greedily accept it and after your thirst is satiated, give the rest to him. He drinks a bit and then leaves it on the bed. You look at him without saying anything and he does the same for a while. Haechan strokes your hair and you lean into his comforting touch. The silence is in no way uncomfortable but you are still plagued by thoughts. What’s next? Pure friendship is out of the question. You like him too much to entertain the thought of him with someone else. But does he feel the same?

“I don’t want to suck other guys’ cocks. In case it wasn’t obvious,” you admit without thinking of the consequences. “Do you…want to sleep with other people?”

Haechan shakes his head.

“Your ten personalities provide plenty of entertainment for me,” he jokes.

You shove him lightly, unable to contain your giggles. He grabs your wrists and kisses them fondly.

“You’re such a brat,” you say but it’s a compliment.

“Alexa play Charli XCX’s new album” Haechan shrugs.

“I sometimes wish I could be a brat, too,” you sigh wistfully.

“You? No way, you’re my good girl,” he squeezes your cheeks dotingly.

“Challenge accepted,” you give him a wink.

“Fine, fine, I’ll try my best to teach you my brattish ways,” he vows generously.

“It’s a date,” you clap your hands with unrestrained excitement.

“So…am I forgiven?” Haechan asks one last time.

You laugh and wrap your arms around him in a hug.

“On one condition,” you whisper in his ear with a smirk. “You take the teddy bear to your place. It’s my turn to look at you whenever I like.”

The End

[threepandas]

Bad End, Chosen: Part 5

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The first time around, I gave EVERYTHING. I drove myself into the ground, to be my Master's perfect Learner. To prove it had all been WORTH taking me on as a student. So that he would be proud. So he would love me. So that, like a father, he could look upon the child he raised and think "I did a good job, didn't I?"

Even then, I felt his uncertainty.

His fickle heart.

He was a weak man. One that let a mere child bully him into glorified fatherhood and then could not even commit to the choice he had made. As substantive as a cloud, drifting aimlessly across the endless sky. He abandoned me then. He'll abandon me again. I am, at best, something he feels he is "supposed" to do.

He does not love me. He never loved me.

But I love him.

And some days... I hate that I do.

I hate that I spent night after night, pouring over excruciating texts in tiny font. Ancient, dusty, tomes that talked endlessly in circles. I hate that I practiced and practiced, until I could appear effortless before him. The star pupil. The gem of the tower. Dispised and envied by my peers. And... and so utterly, utterly ALONE.

I died.

I died, desperately holding up the tower itself. The only one even vaguely prepared. When The Dark came. I saw tears and terror on the faces of children. Saw the ceiling crashing towards us. And chose to protect THEM instead of myself. It was, perhaps, the first and last time they ever saw me as something human. Fallible.

I was afraid.

But I did not let that terror hold me back.

They tried. Gods, they tried so, so hard to save me. Wept and screamed as the world seemed to END around us. As day turned to night and monster straight from the worst nightmares of man, crawled from the screaming vents, the WOUNDS upon reality itself. The last thing I saw? Was not my Master's face. But the tear stained faces of children pouring everything they could, into taking the impossible burden that even in those moments? Was killing me.

I cracked apart. Overloaded by the core of the Tower, which I had been desperately channeling. It... it was like becoming light.

And then the world rewound.

I did not learn my lesson. I was still young. Did not yet fully understand. Like all Reincarnators I thought I was here for a REASON. It took time to fully grasp how things worked. But that second life? Even now... even now I miss it.

Because back then...

I made friends.

I was so GRATEFUL. Could not unsee, that when the horrors came? They did not abandon me. They didn't even LIKE me. But... but I wanted them to. So I tried. I talked with them. Ate with them. Told jokes and went on trips. Was young. I grew to care so, so much about them. My dear and beloved friends.

Then?

I got to watch them DIE.

Gruesomely. Slowly. And without hope.

Perhaps that was when my love and compassion for the Protagonist died. When my struggle with hatred began. Because while those I loved suffered in mud stained hells, trenches and bile stenched infirmary, she frolicked in rose gardens. Dreaming of girlish love.

What of Duty? Of the death and suffering she IGNORED? How DARE she selfishly concern herself only with her OWN feelings and desires, as the world that NEEDS her dies in fear and agony! What SAINT is she? What GODS allow this?!

Thus was born my Rage.

And so, I refuse my Fate.

But I've made a mistake. A... a terrible mistake. And even now, he circles me like a bird of prey, correcting my stance with hands that linger. A man that looms. Standing too close. Forever patting my head, fingers carding possessively through my hair. Gripping the strands to make me look at him. Always gentle... but with just enough strength to hint that he could NOT be, if he chose.

He manhandles me like a doll. Physically. With magic. It is all the same. Looking forever delighted at the ease at which he can simply drag me into the air with a hover spell. Like a child sized balloon. To be carted around at his mercy.

I barely SEE my actual Master.

Alaric enables it. I... I refuse to call him Grandmaster in my head. He's already gotten to me once. I can endure. I survived once. I can do it again.

"Is my lesson so boring? That you must retreat into your head, child?" More like horrifying. The scent of blood is overwhelming. I keep my eyes locked on the far wall. "Ignoring my lectures will not let you escape them. You are merely force yourself to repeat them, you know. I am perfectly willing to repeat your lessons as many times as it takes."

"Academically" studying The Dark my ASS. Alaric Blight had, HAS, a fucking torture chamber. These are the worst sort of magics. I REFUSE to learn them. Will NOT use them. FUCK YOU.

I give the poor corpse before me what little dignity I can. By not seeing what they have been reduced too. They deserved better then this.

Alaric huffs a laugh. Gently putting down his ceremonial knife on a nearby table. He wipes the viscera from his hands with a rag as he strolls, calm as you please, over to my helplessly floating form.

"Ah~ that stubborn little glare. So FUSSY, Grandlearner." He laughs, the picture of indulgence. "I suppose I HAVE kept you here a touch too long, haven't I? We've missed several meals AND your nap. You are a growing child. No matter how fascinating the material, I can hardly expect you to concentrate under these conditions, now can I?"

He reaks of copper and a rich cologne I have grown to HATE. If only because it is his favorite. I am gathered from the air and pressed against his front, held like a child. I... I still can not move my limbs. He is no fool. For all I am pressed, lovingly almost, against him? I would tear his throat out with my TEETH.

He will not be giving me that chance.

I dispise him.

I DISPISE "naps".

Bad enough to be dragged around in his company for lessons. At least then, I can remember his evil. The cruelty and crimes. But NAPS? Insidious. We're it not for the immobility, they would have done terrible things to my head, long LONG ago.

They are exactly what they sound like. I am dragged off, to be cuddled like some stuffed animal, in some beautiful and soothing environment. For a nap. Bonding. Just me, him, and my head pressed against his chest. Against the hypnotic sound of his beating heart. Fighting the exhaustion in my bones. The desire to just... just let GO and know a moment's peace.

We never make it to the garden.

An explosion ROCKS the Magic Tower. Over a decade too soon to be The Dark. Alaric stops misstep, his personal barriers keeping even dust from touching us, as in the distance, Mage's scream. The Tower's barrier...goes up.

It...it NEVER goes up.

That is the seige barrier. For... for ATTACKS. Who would!?

"Ah. I knew I was forgetting something." Alaric says, as calmly as though musing on the weather outside instead of an attack upon an ancient, foundational institution. "It seems the temple dogs have finally decided to act upon all their barking. I imagine their little whore will make a wonderful figurehead. They always WERE on the look out for more puppets."

I stare up in confusion as he looks out as the barrier. His gaze flat, empty, and cold. Voice is distant as his muses, as though he long ago stopped caring. He catches my gaze upon him and the warmth floods back in.

"You see, little one. I normally kill them. They tend to make a pest of themselves. I have a list of things I must get done each cycle." He smiles fondly, utterly ignoring the alarms that have begun to sound. The calls for all Master's to defensive positions. "It is something you will learn, with time. A lesson I, of course, will be teaching you~"

"Now, since THIS building will likely become useless to us shortly. Let us go pack, hmm? The story progress. It's time to go home." He turns, and we begin to walk away.

"W-Wait!" I manage to choke out.

He pauses, looks down at me, patient even as people die. What, after all, does HE care, if they do? I try desperately to gather my thought. It is like scrambling after dropped beads across a smooth floor. I think, I HOPE, I get enough...

"I... G-Grandmaster I li..LIKE learning here. With you. It feels more familiar and has better places to... to nap. Could you... WOULD you, PLEASE, go save everyone?" I manage to rip from my throat, each word like pulling a tooth. I hate it. I HATE IT! But for them? Anything.

"Oh? Grandlearner~! Was that a REQUEST?" Croons the madman who holds me, his grip getting tighter for just a moment before relaxing back into it's gentle hold. Lips, almost burning with power, brush softly against my temple in a kiss. He makes a horrifyingly satisfied noise. "Of course MY child. Anything for MY Grandlearner, after all. You are my world, little light."

The world twists.

And suddenly? I am floating safely in the shade of a tree, far across the valley from the Tower. I can... I can feel the struggling Master's. Fighting to hold off the Temple's holy warriors. It is a blood soaked standstill. Until Alaric Blight steps up to the field.

Then?

EVERYTHING IS FIRE.

He is The Arch-Mage of Red. Not just for his hair, but for his terrifying master of fire and battle magics. What once, moments before, was a sea of green? Becomes ash and flame in an instant. So hot the fire burns the very air itself. Bordering on plasma. The ground itself molten in his wake.

None survive. How could any even dream?

It is like a nuke made man.

I shake. Tears slipping down my cheeks as I watch old growth vanish in the distance. Centuries of life. Gone in a moment of ugly destruction. They will praise him for this. Call him a hero. But I know what he is. What hides beneath that ugly, shining, mask of a charm and civility. And... and I am scared.

A chirp of starlight and tinkling glass, high and questioning, hovers just to my right.

Fairy-dragons. A full swarm. Creatures the size of a cat with the power of a god. All but one, staring furiously down at the destruction in the valley below. They radiates furious grief at the loss of so much life and forest. But the one looking at me... feels? Questioning? Somehow?

Can they project?

I can only assume. I KNOW they can understand spoken languages. All dragons can. And as powerful as dragons ARE...

"Please... please! Help me!" I choke out, finally letting my tears spill. Because if I can not cry in front of dragons, then where? "I'm not strong enough. He's a MONSTER. I know you can feel it! Please! Just until I recover. Until I can fight. PLEASE!"

More of the tiny creatures look at me. Glance at each other. Then back towards where Alaric continues his destruction. Their destain for him is obvious. Their eyes as they look upon me, hold no special love. Just ambivalence. But... they are what they are. And they DO hate the sort of creature Alaric Blight has become.

With a tearing WRENCH the spell holding me is SHREDDED.

Painfully, in dragon claws.

In the distance, Alaric stops. No doubt feeling that. Knowing someone not only freed me, but ATTACKED HIM. The dragon that was worried for me touches my shoulder. And before my Grandmaster can ever discover WHO stole me away?

I am Gone.

I do not see the city of Towervalley, the magic tower itself, BURN.

[natailiatulls07]

Drive to survive

Charles Leclerc & leclerc!driver!reader

Summary - Netflix's drive to survive interviews Y/n and Charles Leclerc about something that caused immense issues

Warning - Cheating, car crash, panic attack, fire, crying, swearing and self doubt

Reader drives for Ferrari

Purple is flashbacks

-

Y/n Leclerc, Ferrari

"Hello, I'm Y/n Leclerc. I'm 24 years old and I race for Ferrari alongside my twin brother, Charles Leclerc" I sat in the seat just in front of the camera, my anxiety throw the roof. My last season had ended on a bad note, with some personal troubles effecting my focus on track.

The producer settled herself down just to the side of the camera with a hand full of questions and topics that we would talk through for Netflix. "How are you feeling right now?"

Taking a deep breath in and out before answering. "yeah..I think I'm good. but yet I guess I'll have to be" A nervous chuckle left my lips which earned me a look of sympathy from the producer.

Looking down at her paper, she prepared herself to ask the first question. "So how do you feel after your ending last year?" Her voice calm and collected, as if she wanted me to feel that energy, this was what I was grateful for.

It took me a second of debating, debating my answer. "Um yeah, I mean it was a hard time obviously...I had some personal problems regarding my relationship and unfortunately that had its effect on my performance" A pause to think over my answer. "Of course I should not have um let that effect my performance, which I am greatly disappointed at myself for"

-

Walking into my appartment, I noticed the absence of Theo in the open plan kitchen lounge. I searched further into the appartment. Thats where I saw Theo in my bed with another girl.

Tears were welling up in my eyes, I had been dating him since I was just twenty but yet he decided to throw that away for some girl. "What the fuck?!" Shock, betrayal and heartbreak. Thats all I felt.

That night I kicked him and his sidechick out of my appartment, wanting to see nothing of them ever again. Luckily my three brothers were coming round that evening. So when they saw me, cheeks burned with tears, they knew something happened.

~

It was the last grand prix of the season, Abu Dhabi, I was sat in p4 just awaiting for the five red lights to flash away. My head was clogged with that day, the day I got heartbroken. "Radio check, radio check" My race engineers voice came through my headset.

"Loud and clear..." Voice low and weary as I replied.

"Y/n...you can do it, just forget and clear your mind" He knew of my heartache, heck everyone knew, wanting nothing more for me to end the season on a high note.

That race was my worst race to date. I didn't finish it. It was the Abu Dhabi race where I crashed, the Abu Dhabi race where I just sat by my burning car tangled up in a panic attack. I couldn't control my breathing or my mind.

Not my finest hour, in my opinion it was my very worse.

-

Looking down at my lap, I could see my leg persistantly bumping up and down. It was hard to talk about that time. "What was your first instinct to your crash?" The producer asked her next question.

Once again my mind was casted back to that night. "Well um I remember that after I got out of my car, I couldn't stop crying and I couldn't control my breathing. I was having a panic attack and I just couldn't calm myself down"

-

It was loud. I could hear the safety team trying to calm down the fire. I could hear fans watching on from the sidelines. I could hear my race engineer trying to calm me down through my headset. I felt like I was moving away from the real world every second.

My mind couldn't focus on one thing. I felt the warmth of the fire on my body. I felt the hands of a safety team member trying to bring me back down to earth.

~

When Charles heard the red flag through his radio, his mind went straight to Y/n. Where was Y/n? Is Y/n okay? Growing up Charles grew more and more protective of his twin.

So when he saw her car and herself not in attendance of the Ferrari, he became even the more distressed. But when he saw the crash on the large television screen, he set off run towards it much to the team dismay.

Charles ran until he reached the burn car. He saw her sat there curled up in her arms.

"Bébé bébé peux-tu m'entendre? Je suis là, souffle souffle écoute mon coeur" He pulled her into himself, moving her head to rest just above his heart. Wanting her to hear his heartbeat and copy it.

Charles knew of her panic attacks, he watched them grow worse and worse as they grew up. But he always knew how to help her, calm her down and breath.

-

Charles Leclerc, Ferrari

"How did you feel when you saw your teammate and sister crash and then have a panic attack?" The producer asked the 25 year old Ferrari driver.

His eyes downcasted, that night was his nightmare. "I remember feeling um this sense of terror fill me when I saw her crash. Aside from being my teammate at Ferrari, Y/n is my twinsister. She's has always had her panic attacks but that night..." Charles felt his eye water up even at the thought.

"That night was the worst panic attack she has ever had, I don't think I'll recover from that night" Standing up from his chair, Charles walked away from the camera. Tears flooding down his cheeks.

-

Y/n Leclerc, Ferrari

"It was only when Charles came that I started to come back down to earth. It's always when he comes that I come back." It was always Charles who helped me through my panic attacks.

Charles. He has been my rock ever since forever. He had been my rock when times got rough and tough. Before each race checking on me and everyday checking on me. He knew how hard I was taking my breakup and just wanted to help me through that.

Once again, I took in another deep breath, trying to distance myself from that night. "So 2023, how are you feeling about returning to Ferrari with Charles by your side?" The producer continued.

A small smile made its way to my face. "Yeah um I'm excited of course. I love racing, I love getting behind that wheel and fighting for a place on the podium, fighting for first place" Nodding my head, with approval of my comment.

"Well thank you so much for talking with us today, I know it's hard to talk about something like that" The camera were cut off, we both stood up from our seats.

Walking out of the studio, I felt a sense of relief and solace fall on my shoulders. This replacing the deep sorrow and disappointment.

-

I heard my appartment door open and close. Walking into the kitchen lounge, Charles had a proud smile on his face. "Whats got you smile like that?" I laughed at my confusion, Charles joining in with my amused laughter.

"Lucy, your manager, just called me and she told me about your interview with Netflix today...I'm so proud of you baby sis" His tears cloud his waterline whilst tears of my own clouded my own.

Finally, I had gotten over my anxiety and my regret. I could breath again.

-

[truthfulpoint]

The Summer I fucked my GF's 18-year-old cousin

I was probably a senior in college. I was close to graduating and the homework at the time took over my life. If I was not in class, I was either at work or doing homework. I was living with my girlfriend at the time. We stayed at a whole house with multiple rooms by ourselves. The house belonged to her family but they stayed out in the suburbs and would normally rent out this house but my GF needed a place to stay while she was looking for something more permanent. I was technically not fully living there, but the house was between work and school so I always crashed and my GF didn't mind it. She actually just pushed me to move my stuff in.

Several months in, my gf comes to me and asked me if it was okay if her cousin moved in with us for a bit. Her cousin was having issues at home with her parents and she just needed a place to stay before she moved to college in the Fall. I was fine with it, but I also couldn't argue against it, it was not my house and I am also a very caring and helpful person. My only concern was that it was May, so that would be about 3 to 4 months that she would stay with us.

Her cousin moves in a week later. Her name is Maria, she was cute, but I tried to not think of her in any sexual matter at the time for obvious reasons. She was average height, maybe 5'6'', nice curves, she had long black straight hair with bright brown eyes. She actually looked similar to [Valery Altamar](https://www.reddit.com/r/ValeryAltamarFans/), face and body figure but with a little more weight.

She was nice, very polite, and shy. I have a very enthusiastic personality so I would always try talking to her. My gf once told me to behave because that's how I ended up getting her to like me.

A month passes by and things are fine, some things had to change like I couldn't walk around the house half-naked and my sex life wasn't as active. It's not that it was before but it was just awkward having Maria around. Our bedroom floor always creaked so we always struggled to keep movements to a minimum. But other than that, it was nice having Maria there. She was a clean freak so the house was always clean. She also offered to do laundry.

One thing that was noticeable is that Maria always wore something that showed off her ass. Either those skinny jeans, yoga/sports leggings, sometimes some sport shorts that would sometimes show the bottom of her ass cheeks if she bent down. I would be a liar if I didn't admit that I would always stare. I didn't think much of time, and I had no intention of doing or saying anything. I just saw it as eye candy. To be clear, just turned 18 in April.

Here is when things switch to a quick 180. One evening, I came home from the gym and I went to go take a shower but the bathroom was occupied, I knocked and it was Maria. I apologized for bothering her, it sounded like she was also in the shower. I go into my room to grab my clothes and the next thing I hear is the bathroom door open and Maria walking quickly to her room and closes it. I finally walked into the bathroom and I noticed that she left some of her clothes on the ground. I didn't think much of it, but I was curious to look at her panties. I grabbed them and they were a pair of blue panties, normal, nothing special, but for some reason, my cock started to get hard. I had a strange thought thinking that this is the closest I would get to her pussy, and I end up sniffing them. I instantly got turned on and I started to stroke myself. This was the first time I have ever done anything like that but it was intoxicating.

I didn't have the shower on yet and out of nowhere the bathroom door opens. It was Maria with a horrified look on her face and she quickly slams the door shut. Not sure what she saw at that moment, but I hid the panties behind my back as fast as I could and all I knew for sure is that Maria got to see my hard cock.

I was in a frenzy and felt sick to my stomach wondering if she knew I had her panties. I can easily explain masturbating and being caught, that happens all the time. But I kept thinking about what would happen if she told my GF about the panties. I put her panties back in her pile of clothes similar to how I found them and took a quick shower.

After the shower, I went to Maria's room. My GF was downstairs in the living room watching tv. Maria was avoiding eye contact and I apologize but she cut me off and said,

"I am sorry for opening the door without knocking, I didn't know anyone was in there"

I responded, "I am sorry you saw me doing that, I am sorry if I made you uncomfortable, I understand if you don't want to see me or be here"

She quickly turned to me and said, "it's not that, it was an accident, let's pretend nothing like that happened, I won't tell anyone"

With a sense of relief but also guilt, I said, "If you do feel uncomfortable and need me to explain anything, please reach out or talk to your cousin if that would make you feel better"

For the next week, I avoided her completely, I stayed in my office working on homework or playing games. I was extremely unsure if she saw that I had her panties. But I ended up jerking off a lot that week of just thinking of her. I even felt tempted to go into her room and find another pair of panties. But I suppressed myself. But one night, Maria text me when I was in my office working on a paper for school.

"can I ask you a question and you do not have to respond"

"sure", my heart was pounding when I sent that message

"Why did you have my panties by your face when I saw you in the bathroom?", she asked

I felt a pit in my stomach and I did not know how to respond. I felt like she was going to show this text messages to my GF or something. I felt like I had to lie or end the conversation, so I responded with

"I think its best not to talk about what happened. It was a bit embarrassing for both of us"

"Okay," she responded.

I couldn't focus on homework anymore so I went to bed late that night. When I went into my bedroom, I looked through my Gf's phone to see if Maria text her. Luckily there was no recent message.

The next several days, things at home were calm, I had a week break in between spring and summer classes. I am not sure if it was in my head but Maria was acting nicer than usual. She would fix me coffee in the morning, always ask if I need anything. She would sit on the same couch I am on when we were watching tv. I actually noticed that she stopped wearing bras around me. I am not sure, but my GF didn't have a problem with it. Just to note, she would only be this nice or close to me when my GF was not around. But one evening, my GF went out to visit her mom. I was going to go out too but my friends were busy.

That evening things were normal, Maria was was in the living room watching television, I was in my office on Reddit. My door was open and I had a clear view of the living room and I got to have a good look of Maria laying on the couch. She was wearing grey yoga leggings, and a cropped shirt that made her tits look very perky. The things I was looking at on Reddit didn't help (teen porn, sex stories, etc.). I started having some dirty thoughts and then I got up and went to join her.

I sat down and she gave me a sly smile like she knew I would join her. All I wanted to do was answer her question. So I said

"hey, I can answer your question if you're still interested"

She muted the tv, "are you sure", she asked

"I said yea, and I said that I was curious" I couldn't keep a straight face

She blushed and responded with, "Is that normal for guys to do?"

I explained that some people do it and that it can be seen as weird or normal, depending on how you talk about it. We just laughed about it and the atmosphere felt a lot better. I asked her if any of her boyfriends ever do something like that?

"No, my boyfriend hasn't done anything like that" she responded

I didn't know she had a boyfriend so I said: "how come you never invite him over?"

"He is very pushy to have sex and I am not ready yet" as she looked away.

She basically told me she was a virgin and for some reason, I found it very appealing. To keep this short, for the next several hours, we talked about sex. She was actually bombarding me with questions. She would turn bright red when she would ask something. I was only getting turned on. Some of the things she asked were common like first time experience and what not. But the one question that caught me off-guard is when she asked

"Does having anal sex means you lose your virginity?"

I responded, "depends on who you ask, have you tried anal?"

Her face turned beat red and said "No but I touch myself and sometimes put a finger or two inside that hole"

My cock was rock hard just imagining her playing with herself like that. She got up to get something to drink from the kitchen and when she returned, she sat right next to me. I tried really hard to hide my boner, but I tried just being funny and change the conversation to something normal. We enjoyed ourselves but I made some advances touching her leg for a second or tickling her sides. I even made a joke that she be showing off her butt a lot.

"Should I wear baggy clothes then?" she asked laughing

In a serious soft tone, I said "I like my eye candy the way it is"

"Wow" she said laughing, "what does that even mean?"

She didn't know what eye candy was so I had to explain it. I am not sure if it was an age thing but I was only 6 years older than her.

"I enjoy what I see," I said

She was quick to respond, "Do my panties smell like candy to you then"

without thinking, I said, "you probably taste like candy"

As soon as I said that, I kissed her. It was a peck at first. I pulled away to see her reaction, and then she leaned towards me and pressed her lips against mine. I was not thinking anymore and I just wanted to enjoy kissing the lips of this girl I have been fantasizing for. I held her tight while my hands were around her waist and her thigh. I could tell she was not that experienced with kissing but the only thing on my mind was getting her naked. I laid her down and I started to pull her leggings down. I usually take my time with foreplay but I had this intense feeling of having a taste of her juices. I didn't care if it was wrong, I just needed it. As I was pulling her leggings down, she stopped me and said that she doesn't want to have sex. Right away, I came to my senses and went back to kissing her. She stopped me after a bit. Then she pulled her leggings off.

"Are you sure you want to take them off? Making out is just fine", I said.

She didn't respond and only went back to kissing me. This time she started to moan as she was feeling my cock over my gym shorts. I did not want to make her feel uncomfortable so I decided to take my time and see if where things lead. I kissed her neck and then over her shirt, and I made sure to kiss her nipple area. As much as I wanted to lift her shirt, I knew I had to make sure feel comfortable.

As I was making my way down, I noticed she was wearing the blue panties from the other day. I also noticed that she had some amazing brown legs. I started to kiss her inner thighs slowly, she was trembling, I kept making my way up to her pussy, she still had her panties on and I noticed a wet spot on them. Before I made any more advances, I asked her

"Are you feeling okay? I do not want to do anything that would make you feel uncomfortable"

She looked confused and unsure but responded, "I have not done anything like this, but I don't want to stop"

"We can just mess around and do some foreplay and oral, or we can stop", I said in a soft but deep tone.

She paused again and finally said, "I will tell you if I want to stop"

Right away, I put my mouth over her panties. The thought of her panties in my mouth was a turn on and I finally pulled them aside and saw her pussy. she had some hair on it but looked trimmed. Without hesitation, I dove into her pussy. With a mouth full, I massaged her labia and played with her clit and then pressed my tongue inside her pussy to get a better taste.

She moaned loudly, "This is the first time anyone has ever eaten me out!"

She definitely tasted different compared to my GF. Maria's pussy had a sweetness to it that had me wanting more and more.

I kept eating her out a couple of minutes until she finally orgasmed. She was trembling after I was done, I sat up and she was thrusting her hips while rubbing her pussy. She had this embarrassed look on her face but it was obvious that she was taken over by her horniness. She said that her orgasm felt different compared to when she plays with herself. I finally pulled my dick out and I started jerking it. I really wanted to fuck her so badly.

"Do you want to go forward and have sex?" I said as I was stroking my dick and rubbing her thigh.

"I am not ready, and we need a condom," she said with disappointment in her voice.

"Fuck you are right, want to try anal then?" I said jokingly

I was not thinking clearly, I just wanted to fuck this girl so badly. The next thing she does is get close to me and puts her mouth on my dick. I moan, my dick just needed some attention. Her mouth was so warm, but it was obvious she was nervous.

"I only done this like, twice," she said after she pulled my dick out her mouth.

"You don't have to do this," I said, but then she put her mouth back on it. I truly felt like I was on the verge of cumming. She tried giving me a blowjob the best she could but it was not the best and I did not want to embarrass her by stopping. In the end, I told her to lick the tip while I jerked it. At this point, I was able to reach and grab her ass. Not even a minute in, I finally came, and she pulled away. For someone who just did something so sexual, she was also so shy about it.

We cleaned up, and I went to wash my face, I didn't want the smell of pussy on my lips. Not even 30 minutes later, my GF comes home. Maria went to her room already and I was in my office. That same night, I ended up fucking my GF hard. She was surprised with all the energy I had, she kept telling me to be quiet so Maria wouldn't hear us but I didn't care. I basically went 2 or 3 rounds that night.

The next morning I wake up early to turn in an assignment for class. I hear someone walking down the stairs and when I turned over I see Maria by the door asking if I want coffee, I said sure. When she came back into my office, she got close to my ear and said

"Last night, I played with my ass when you were having fun in the other room"

I got hard right away. But I started feeling guilty. It finally came to me that I cheated on my GF and what I did was wrong on so many levels. I looked and Maria and just played off the conversation to make it seem normal.

Some time passed and Maria and I have not brought up anything. We acted normal around each other. She started wearing her bra around the house and we barely spoke. I felt sad, to be honest, I thought I hurt her, or she was uncomfortable around me. I wanted to talk to her but I didn't want to through text. but we were never alone together. But one day, we had a visitor. Maria's boyfriend came over. This guy looked so young with some peach fuzz excuse for facial hair. He honestly looked younger than Maria and that is saying a lot.

I didn't mind it at all, they kept to themselves. My Gf and I were watching Netflix and Maria and her Bf went upstairs to her room. I was joking to with my GF and said

"do we have to be parents and tell her to leave the door cracked open"

My Gf responds, "Do you want to give her the talk about the birds and the bees Mr. Dad?"

We both laugh and then it hit me. They are probably making out or doing some other things. I felt a bit of jealousy but I tried not to think about it much. Later that evening, Maria's boyfriend finally leaves and Maria joins us in the living room. She looks normal and then my GF starts to tease her.

"Did you get lucky?" my GF said

Maria blushed and said "What are you even talking about!"

I just laughed and I wondered if she just lost her virginity or did some other things. I got up and went to my office to work on some homework. My GF went upstairs to go shower and go to bed and Maria stayed in the living room. I told myself that I will not join her or give her any attention.

An hour later, there is a knock on my door and Maria comes in. She sits in the love seat that is in my office. There was a lot of space between us with the desk and all.

"How's homework going?" she asks

"Its fine, I am actually procrastinating and doing some other things"

"I am not bothering you am I? I could leave", she responded.

"No of course not! How was your day? Did you enjoy having your BF over?" I said with a smile

"It was okay, we just hung out" she said while avoiding eye contact

"I will admit, that I thought you guys were doing something freaky", I said, hoping that she will give me a good answer.

Before she said anything, she closed the office door. My GF already text me goodnight so I knew she was in bed.

"We tried to have sex but I was not in the mood", she said

I started to get a little hard at that moment. "How come you weren't in the mood?"

"Cuz he didn't make me feel the same way you did"

I instantly got hard, but what shocked me was that she walked up to me and sat on my lap. I didn't think anything of it, but we just talked about what happened with her boyfriend. She explained that he is too rough and way too excited and I told her that most young guys only care about fucking but not pleasuring their partner and that he probably only knows about sex through porn.

"Maybe you need someone older and experienced, you seem like the type of girl that needs a lot of attention and affection", I said jokingly

Then she moved her hips as she was sitting on me. There was no doubt that she could feel my hard cock.

"Maybe you need to show me how I need to be treated", she said in a sensual voice.

Next thing I noticed, she got up and pulls my shorts down. She got on her knees and started licking my shaft slowly. I swear this felt like a scene in a porn video but I had this sexy young girl pleasuring me. For some reason, she was doing a lot better from last time.

"Have you been practicing with your boyfriend?" I said between my heavy breathing

"Maybe, but I was also looking up videos so I can be better for you"

Not sure if she felt it, but when she said that, my cock got harder and twitched.

"Sit back on my lap," I said

She got up and I had her sit in a position that my dick would go in if she wasn't wearing her shorts. I started to rub my hands throughout her body, finally feeling her breast as I kissed her neck. We were at this for a bit until I started to pull her shorts down. Finally my dick felt her skin. She started to grind on me and my dick started to slide in between her cheeks. Her pussy was so wet, but my dick was pressed against me so it couldn't penetrate her. She moaned while we were doing this and I had to cover her mouth. At that moment, I was going to stick it in her pussy. I just told myself that I would get her a plan B. Right when I grabbed my dick, she stopped me.

"Wait, I am not ready for that yet," She said right away.

"Sorry, let's do something else before I keep pushing myself onto you." I said with annoyance in my voice

"Let me try something," She said

To my surprise, she grabbed my cock and started pressing it against her asshole. I was in disbelief but I was not going to fight it. Obviously we didn't have any lube, but my dick was already wet from her bj and her pussy juices. It was very tough to get it in, but finally the head went in and she let a whimper.

"Don't push yourself, move slowly, if you need to, move your hips into it", I said as I held my dick in position for her.

Finally the rest of my dick was in her ass. I was blown away by how tight she was. My GF had a great ass for anal but Maria's ass basically gripped my dick. With my hands, I got to spread Maria's ass as she moved her whole body.

"Does it hurt?", I asked

"A little but it feels so good, but please finish soon", She said as she moaned.

I knew I couldn't finish in the position I was in, so I got her up, with my dick still in her ass, and had her lay against my desk. I started fucking her doggy style and it felt like I was able to go deeper in her ass. I was amazed that I got to fuck her like this. At that angle, her ass looked so much better than my GFs.

"Are you going to let me fuck your ass whenever I want?" I said as I slowly fucking her

"Yes, only if you fuck me this good" She said as she was pushing her ass back.

I started thrusting faster until I finally shot my load in her ass. I don't know why, I cummed so much, it felt like my dick was being drained out.

"Oh my god," She said in a worried tone

"Is everything okay?", I said as I was calming down with guilt washing over me.

"I didn't know you were going to cum in me," she said

I slowly pull out and I to see what I just fucked. I was getting turned on again by looking as her ass and pussy. We both got ourselves back together, making sure I didn't leave cum anywhere. I slowly open the door to see if the ghost was clear and it seemed that my GF was still in bed. "Sorry for cumming in you, you should be fine, is everything okay?" I said "Yes, I was just caught off guard. I feel like I am dripping" She said as she was turning red from embarrassment. She went to go shower and I stayed in my office. I could not get the image of her perfect ass out of my head. After her shower, she comes back downstairs to kiss me. Not sure how, but she was kissing a lot better. It made me realize that she was just nervous at first. She was wearing some loose shorts so I was able to grab her ass nicely. Then I asked her

"Do you mind If I eat you out but in the same position I just had you?", She was unsure at first but said, "That's fine", with a shy smile on her face I am not sure if she agreed to just please me but I wanted to take advantage. I bent her over and I pull her shorts down. Once again, my dick is already throbbing for more action. She smelled like the body wash my GF uses, so I can tell she cleaned herself very well after our fun. I start licking her pussy, and her sweet juices started to flow. I could tell by the way her knees bent and by her moans that she was loving it. The best part was that I had a clear view of her asshole. "I am going to do something different, if you want me to stop then say so", I said.

After kissing her pussy deeply, I moved up and twirled my tongue around her asshole.

She gasps and said, "I don't know how I feel about this"

"Let try it out a bit and if you do not like it then we can stop", I said I start to rub her clit with my thumb and I press my tongue against her ass. This time she moans. I finally use two hands to spread her ass and I just focus on pleasuring her with my tongue. I don't usually do this with my GF, only if we are drunk but I had these strong intensions of pleasuring her every way I knew how. We do this for a little while until we heard a noise from upstairs and we both got up quickly. She leaves the office and I get back to my chair. I was panicking a bit, but I stayed in the office with my textbook open and my computer on the college website

A couple of minutes later, Maria texts me that she's in her room and didn't hear anything once she left the office. She responds that she had fun, and I ended up jerking off to the thought of her. I finally showered and went to bed. The guilt I originally felt started to go away as I started to convince myself that this will be temporary and it was worth having fun with her.

[life-as-gwen]

What is Sobriety?

What does it mean to be living a sober life? What is sobriety?

I know what it is not. It is not a destination or something that we achieve and no longer have to work at. Simply not drinking or not using, for an addict, seems impossible in the beginning. When we choose to get sober, we begin the battle with cravings, withdrawals, temptations and a lot of pain. Whether we fight this on our own, with the help of a physician or end up in a detox program, it is all the same. We get our drug of choice out of our systems. Then the real work begins.

Many of us have been through this multiple times. I have quit drinking more times than I can count. I stopped drinking for about 10 years at one point. I would not describe this time of my life as being particularly sober. I was a deeply unhappy and angry person. I was basically white knuckling the ride of emotions on a daily basis. I had no insight into my suffering. I blamed myself for being a bad person, difficult to deal with and just not capable of being a good mom, wife, daughter etc. I was unhappy and full of self-pity. During this time I saw my children graduate and leave for university, I went through a divorce, changed jobs and began a new life on my own. I did believe at the time that I was making it and that I was strong. Until it all came crashing down.

I hesitate to call what happened over the next five years as a relapse, because I had not been living a life in recovery, I had merely stopped drinking. When I picked up the drink again I had made no real progress and found myself in a deeper hole than I had ever been. I had no control of my drinking, no self-respect and no hope for any kind of a future.

With the persistent help of some beautiful people, I went into a 60 day rehab program, which was the beginning of something brand new. I began the painful process of facing myself, my anger, my trauma and began to learn a new way to live. A life of sobriety.

This new lifestyle is ongoing and is something that requires daily maintenance. It is easier some days than others. The tendency to gravitate towards anger and isolation is always there, just as the potential to take that drink again is always there.

While I strive to maintain emotional sobriety, it is not a straight line. There are successes and failures. The failures do not negate the work we have done and do not take away the good we have accomplished. We continue to try and move in a forward direction, celebrating our wins and showing ourselves love and compassion when we are struggling.

Sobriety is a way of living.

[natalievoncatte]

“Careful with that! We have to assume everything here is dangerous.”

Lena would have preferred to be anywhere else. The last thing she wanted to occupy her afternoon was dealing with yet another reminder of her brother’s sprawling insanity. Every one of these weapons caches -he probably would have melodramatically called them “hideouts” or “secret bases”- was like a tombstone marking the grave of the only truly sincere, loving relationship she’d ever had in her life.

He hadn’t always been the slavering maniac with an incoherent obsession with killing a superhero. He’d been a protector and a benefactor, a chess opponent and a confidant, the only person in her life who presented an uncomplicated human connection, without any ulterior motives or conditions.

Everyone else wanted something from her. Money. Power. A competitive advantage. Technological secrets. Or just sex. Lena resented that most of all, the gray old men who saw nothing of her achievements or her intellect and regarded her as just another piece of ass with blue enough blood that they had to ask permission rather than simply grope.

Watching her crew load up the equipment in this sweltering heat made her physically ill, and she was glad she’d skipped breakfast. Kara would be upset if she knew.

She’s had to text Kara and let her know that she’d be out of the office and would have to skip their lunch plans. Kara was…

Kara was becoming a complication, because Kara was doing the one thing Lena wished she wouldn’t: She was giving Lena hope. She’d barreled into Lena’s life with an earnest intensity that had been bewildering at first and intriguing afterwards, with her insistence that they be friends, and constant reminders that they were friends, even as her eyes wandered to Lena’s cleavage or she unconsciously bit her lip and stared that smoldering stare just to look away at the last second.

Lena shook her head, clearing her thoughts of yet another Straight Best Friend taking her down that well-worn path of sapphic suffering. She had bigger fish to fry right now.

It was too bad that her relationship with Supergirl had been so chilly lately. It might have been easier to simply tip off the hero and the government agency she worked with and let them handle the clean up.

Lena was deep in reverie when one of the crates, a bulky reinforced one, dropped a good two feet from a forklift and the wood splintered as the locks burst free.

“Idiot!” Lena shouted at the driver. “This equipment is sensitive and potentially dangerous, and…”

“STARTUP SEQUENCE INITIATED.”

A metallic voice ground out of the crate and it shifted as something vast and bulky moved around inside. Lena stumbled back, glad she’d opted for a sensible set of flats for this, and turned to run.

A metallic claw crashed out of the crate, followed by an arm-mounted rotary cannon. The older model Lexosuit, one of the originals that Lex had planned to illegally smuggle out of the country in a fake theft scheme and sell to the Kasnians, stood up in its shaky, clanking way and took a few steps, shaking off planks and nylon straps the way a baby bird might shake off pieces of shell.

There was nowhere to go. The machine scanned the room, moving jerkily as it zeroed in on her.

Lex’s voice, a recording, boomed from its loudspeakers.

“Ah, dear sister, I see you’ve found another of my hidden fastnesses.”

You melodramatic-

“Oh well. I should thank you for setting off the security system. I won’t have to waste my precious time killing you myself. Au revoir, Lena!”

The suit spun its arm cannon and aimed at her. The barrels assembly made a half turn, the electric motor charging up as it cycled the first 32mm mass-reactive exploding shell into the chamber. Lex had once called it a masterpiece in the art of violating the Geneva Conventions. It was about to blow Lena inside out, and the subsequent shots reduce her to a the chunky consistency of a good bolognése.

But then there was a wind that was not a wind, and SHE was there.

Supergirl seized Lena with precision and grace, hands that could crush diamonds pressed just so over Lena’s ears to protect her from the roar of the guns. Lena wasn’t sure who screamed louder, her or Supergirl, as the revolving barrels ripped out their entire supply of ammunition in a few seconds, pummeling Supergirl’s back with explosions that could have shredded a tank, as the hero cradled Lena, sheltering her with her superhuman body.

When the hellstorm was over, the machine charged at them.

Supergirl did scream now, and fell upon the machine in a berserk rage. Lena had seen her in a fight before and knew she could be terrible to behold, but this was different. The empty suit was struck with such unending fury that she reduced it to shreds of metal and oil-spitting chunks of machinery in moments, spreading it halfway across the floor of warehouse.

When Supergirl rounded on her, Lena’s heart skipped. The hero’s chest was heaving, straining at the crest on her chest even as the bunching muscles on her arms and stomach pulled at the material, her perfect hair swirling around as she turned, that angelic face marred by a streak of oil and a sheen of sweat.

How dare she just look like that. It was incredibly unfair.

Before Lena knew it what was happening, Supergirl was lifting her into a heart-skipping bridal carry, pulling her much too close as she took off. On instinct, Lena pressed her eyes shut and buried her face in the Kryptonian’s neck, to hide from the heights.

Moments later they landed, and Supergirl threw Lena’s balcony door back and deposited her on her feet, leaving her stumbling back against her kitchen island in a daze. Supergirl stared at her, looming over Lena with the height difference increased by her stacked heels and Lena having lost her shoes at some point, so her stocking toes were left curling on the cold floor.

“That thing almost killed you,” Supergirl snapped. “If Is been a millisecond later you’d be dead.”

Her voice was tight with emotion, somewhere between anger, exasperation, and terror, and it felt like a fist closed in Lena’s chest.

“Are you sure you just weren’t there to make sure I wasn’t taking Lex’s old suit for a spin myself?” Lena spat, though her voice trembled. “You don’t seem to trust a thing I say lately. If I tell you the sky is blue you’ll go check.”

Supergirl’s face flushed and Lena braced for another booming, self righteous speech about trust or safety or the meaning of teamwork or some such heroic nonsense, but then her voice shattered into a million pieces and tears welled wet in her eyes.

“All I want is for you to be okay.”

A thousand thoughts danced in Lena’s mind. To ask her why, to defy her, to taunt her, to demand what exactly it was that made Lena so damned important that this woman was so intense about her safety one moment and so angry the next.

In the dance of all those thoughts, the more base instinct won out. Lena grabbed Supergirl by the neck of her suit, just below those delightful collarbones of hers, and used it as a handle to pull herself into a hard, aggressive kiss.

The world hung still for a moment, and Lena felt it all pivot around her. Something big was happening here. Something huge, something…

Something forgotten entirely as Supergirl’s tongue roughly claimed Lena’s mouth and her hands raked over Lena’s ass, dragging her skirt up.

Oh God, she thought, this is actually happening.

Lips pressed to her skin, the words burning hot into her flesh like an invocation.

“Is this okay?” Supergirl whispered.

“Yes,” Lena moaned, without hesitation.

To be continued…

[stanofwar2]

Journal Entry 1, 2

Saw that my poll was tied between oc journal entries, and a mix of all three. So here's the start of Leon's Journal entries of his time in Gravity Falls. Hope y'all like it!

Transcript/clear text below

June 12th

I can’t believe I’m writing in this old thing after so long, but what the hell else am I gonna do after all the weird string of events that happened this afternoon.. I’m not even sure how to start all this, I feel like a 10 year old writing in her diary… Oh well, not like I’ve got anything better to do. This old beaten up journal my therapist gave me a while ago to “ Journal and process my feelings ”  is finally serving a purpose while I’m stuck here.

So how did I get here? Simple, I was making my way through the back-roads in Roadkill County Oregon so I could cut down my travel time so I can get to my client Mrs.Vandersheisse quicker (I’m going to need to call her as soon as my phone is done charging)

But as I was cruising, enjoying the scenery of huge redwood’s expanding as far as the eye could see, I looked back to the road and crashed my car after a Gnome rode a deer into the middle of the road and startled me! Which caused me to panic and swerve out of the way and straight into a tree! Luckily my airbag deployed, only leaving me with a couple of bruises at the end. Once my head stopped spinning I dragged myself out to assess the damage only to see that the front of my car was wrapping around the trunk of the tree that didn’t even budge, almost mocking me. I was grumbling to myself as I leaned against a tree, practically fuming with anger when I heard a set of footsteps approaching, a rough, gravely voice following quickly as the stranger approached. He asked me if I was alright, saying he heard the crash from his house.

I told him I was, opening my eyes slowly and I.. I was a bit.. Caught off guard when I opened my eyes to look at the guy. He was, well. Not what I would have expected to see out here. To be honest I was expecting a redneck with the smell of patriotism thickly wrapped around him but Instead I was greeted by a somewhat heavy-set, but muscular, older guy with short gray hair wearing a tight red t-shirt and white pants, a gold chain that peaked out of the collar of his shirt, taunting me.. Drawing me in..

His eyes peered at me behind square glasses that framed his face well. From his accent he’s probably originally from a big city, I’m guessing Jersey.

He. Was. Hot. And I found myself stumbling over my words a bit, worrying if I had hit my head harder than I thought or if I was passed out. He didn’t seem to notice.. I think If he did he didn’t say anything, just continued to ask me if I was okay, how and why I crashed, and where I was heading. I told him a little before I felt dizzy and nearly fell over. I caught myself but this guy gently wrapped his arms around me and told me that it was probably best if I get my head checked out, so he walked me all the way to his place, keeping me steady, and finally telling me his name. Stan Pines. I told him mine and he told me how nice it was to meet me. He smelled like the ocean

I was a bit.. Surprised to see that his house was actually a tourist trap called the Mystery Shack. Which I swear I saw a bumper sticker for, though it didn’t have an address so how I or anyone would find it is a mystery to me (wonder if that’s intentional?) I awed at it, earning a good chuckle from the guy who asked me if I’d ever been, to which I said no. He smiled wide, going into a proposition speech about how it’s one of the best tourist traps in the Pacific Northwest, that he would know since he made the place. I chuckled, finding his spiel somewhat endearing. But eventually he got me inside and called out for someone named Ford and Soos (Or was it Zeus?)

Soos, the now apparently current owner of the Mystery Shack came out asking, “What is it dudes?” Stan filled him in about my car and told him to go into town and get a tow truck. Soos saluted and ran out, giving me his quick condolences for my car. Then, there was Ford. I shook my head when I saw him come in, asking Stan why he called him. I thought I was seeing double! Making me worry that maybe I’d hit my head harder than I thought. Turns out that he’s Stan twin and a big shot with 12 Phd’s so Stan wanted him to give me a check up. Stan caught him up, to which Ford gave me a concerning and serious look and quickly got to work, grabbing some stuff to give me a full check up. It was awkward as he prodded and asked me questions like my name, my birthday, who the current president was, and eventually asking what had happened, giving me a good look at him as well and noticing that he has six fingers, which caught my attention, but I didn’t comment on it, didn’t want him to feel like I was judging him, making me quite the hypocrite. I told him 90% of the truth, keeping out the Gnome part of it. He hummed, his mind whirling away, asking me about my last name and swearing that he’d heard it before somewhere in his research. I wonder if he knows my family?

I just chuckled and then finally met the other family members of the household. Mabel and Dipper Pines, 13 year old twins spending the summer at their “Grunkles” place. They were very sweet and friendly, practically interviewing me about who, why, and how I was here, to which I gave them all I was comfortable telling, leaving the more.. Weird parts out. Stan let us know that it would be a little bit before Soos told him how bad the damage on the car is. I was nervous as I sat there, people-watching the Pines family, their antics and general weirdness growing on me, easing my nerves. At least until Stan got the call from Soos.

So, Good news, I only had a minor concussion and would be fine shortly. Bad news, my car is pretty much completely fucked and it’s estimated it will take a whole month to get it running. A MONTH!! I was.. Well I was devastated. I am devastated still, wondering what gods damned me to be stuck here in the middle of nowhere!! And in a house so damn noisy and filled to the brim with spirits!! Ghostly lumberjacks meandering about, trying to get mine and others attention. Luckily, they all are pretty weak so as long as I ignore/tune them out, I’ll be fine. But it’s.. Not just them there’s a generally strange aura surrounding this place. I felt it in the woods, which is completely normal but for it to be this strong and consistent here? That’s the odd part, then again in general this whole area has felt.. Off. Not bad, just, off, different.

Anyway, I groaned, wondering what the hell I’m going to do now! Where I was gonna stay for a whole month! I heard some small whispering before Stan sat down next to me, cleared his throat and put his warm hand on my back, telling me he was “sorry that life had given such a nasty hand.” But he said that it wasn’t all bad news, that he and his brother had been talking and while they couldn’t help with the whole car issue, they could clear out a room in the Shack, giving me a place to stay until I can leave. I couldn’t believe it, why were they being so nice to me? I was.. Skeptical and Stan found that entertaining, letting me know that it was because there weren’t any good Motels in town and they could use an extra pair of hands to help around the house and to watch the kids. So basically they were giving me a place to stay in exchange for a free babysitter. Which, as annoying as that is, isn’t the worst offer I’ve had. So I agreed.

Mabel was all the happier to have another person to talk to. She gave me the ~Grand Tour~of the shack, eventually leading me to what would be my room, which was clearly a storage room that she and her brother had cleared out and tried to make look homey. Which was very sweet.

Eventually Soos returned, giving me my travel bags. Stan dragged a mattress into my “room”, gave me some sheets that he swore he “cleaned recently”  before giving me another apology about my car. But it was different than before, it was.. Softer, genuine. But I didn’t pry, just thanked him, to which he gave me another confident, exaggerated smile and told me “Anytime buddy, welcome to Gravity Falls” (Guess that’s the town’s name) before walking off to do Gods knows what. 

I’ve set up my bed, cleansed my room with some sage, and placed some warding crystals in the corners of the room, hiding them so the kids or anyone don’t mess with and or steal them. So now, here I am, sitting in my new room recounting the odd string of events that have led me here in a busted up journal that I don’t even remember packing.

I should stop here for now, Mabel peeked in to let me know that dinner is ready so I guess I’m off. Until next time.

Leon

[matthewloverr]

rock me

matt x blake sanders (fem reader)

summary: when out with some friends at a bar a band is playing, the guitarist catches you eye. feeling bold you decide to approach him, one thing turns into another.

warning: low key age play, fingering, kissing, swearing, underage drinking

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me and my friends alanna, brynleigh and emerie heard there was a live band playing at some shitty bar near where we live, he decided if we wanted to risk being kidnapped or killed being there so late at night but we had nothing better to do.

we began getting ready, i chose to wear something more casual because we’ve never been to this place. i wore a black camisole that showed off my red lacy bra under it and low rise jeans and kept my hair straight. before leaving i slid on some bracelets and a necklace and out we went.

the walk was sketchy but thank god our dorms were only two minutes away, as soon as we approached it we knew exactly what we were getting into. they didn’t even card us at the door which wasn’t the worst thing because even though the legal drinking age was 21 me and the girls were still 19, close enough ?

we grabbed some beers from the bartender and were talking for a bit just about school and other boring stuff, i was so caught up in the conversation i barely noticed the band playing. i looked over to see and my stomach did backflips, there was a tall brunette with broad shoulders dressed in a black muscle tank and black pants, i watched his rings as his fingers moved up and down the electric guitar.

i was so fascinated i didn’t even notice him staring back, we made eye contact and she just shot me a quick wink, i just stared down at the half empty bottle in my hand trying to hide my smile. they finished up their song and the drummer announced they would be back. i couldn’t wait.

i was laughing with brynleigh while alanna and emerie were talking to two men who maybe looked around 30 trying to get free drinks, that’s when i felt a presence behind me. i turned to see who it was expecting some weird old guy and i was met with the same boy i saw on stage, he completely towered over me and when i went to turn to brynleigh she had made her way over to alanna and emerie leaving just me and this man.

“hey im matt” he spoke and shot me a quick nod.

“blake” i replied giving him a warm smile.

“i like that name, how old are you?” he questioned me.

i looked around pursing my lips trying to hide my smile, i knew i should lie and say im 21 but he didn’t look much older than me. “im 19, you?”

his eyes widened a bit “you know you’re too young to be here”

i just took a sip of the beer in my hand ignoring his comment “you never answered my question”

“22” he said leaning his elbow against the edge of the bar, his eyes were so beautiful i could stare at them all night.

“not that far off” i replied shrugging my shoulders.

he just smirked at me before he leaned in to my ear so he could whisper but i would still hear him over the trashy radio music they played.

“come to the bathroom” he whispered, and with that he turned to walk and i quickly finished my beer and followed behind him.

this man could literally tell me to rip my clothes off right here and i would and i didn’t even know him.

as soon as we entered the one stall bathroom he locked it and immediately crashed his lips onto mine, the kiss was messy and rough but i didn’t care i mean he was literally the most sexiest man ive ever seen.

he scooped me up putting his hands under my thighs and i wrapped my legs around his waist, my hands tangled in his hair. he slowly started walking towards the sink and placed me on it. my legs immediately spread so he could come between them, he ghosted his fingers over my clothed heat.

i gasped into the kiss and i could feel him smirk against my lips. i lifted myself up so he could slide the jeans off my hips and down to my knees, he just stared at the black lacy underwear and i internally thanked myself for not going with the granny panties.

he moved his kiss down to my jaw and then my neck, he sucked and slightly bit down on the spot under my ear that made me melt under his touch. he kept doing that making sure my neck was marked up and he slowly moved his fingers under my panties.

he moved his fingers through my slick folds pulling back out from my neck. “already so wet and ive barely touched you?” he said with a smirk on his face, a pink blush flew across my cheeks and nose feeling slightly embarrassed.

“you’re so beautiful you know that” he spoke again this time going back into my neck and rubbing his fingers in circles against my clit. i bucked my hips towards him laying my hands gripping against the sink dying for his touch.

he must’ve got the message because a second later he slipped a finger in and a low moan fell from my lips, i felt his finger curl inside me before he added another one. he just kept his motion and pressed his forehead against mine.

he quickened his pace and i could already feel the knot in my stomach forming. my hands gripped on the sink so hard my knuckles turned white. my brows furrowed and my mouth agape.

“i can feel you clenching, let go baby”, his words sent me over the edge and i threw my head back and spread my legs impossibly further apart, a loud string of moans and curses slipping from my mouth. he kept pumping his fingers in and out and let my high ride out before removing his fingers and licking them clean.

i just stared in awe at the man, his chest was heaving up and down and he just stood and admired me. i jumped off the counter and started pulling up my jeans before someone started banging on the door.

“yo matt, you’ve got five minutes to get out here” a voice yelled from the other side of the door, it sounded like matt but not quite it.

i looked at matt and he just rolled his eyes with a smile on his face, i placed one last peck on his lips.

“here’s my number, call me when you get home tonight” he said as he handed me a peice of paper with 10 digits on it. i took it and stuffed it in my back pocket as i grabbed my phone that had fallen down to the floor.

he opened the door and out with both went, i saw all my friends faces as they saw me and him walk out side by side and him pull me into a side hug and place a kiss on the top of my head before heading back stage.

“okay what the fuck just happened” alanna asked me with excitement in her tone.

“honestly i don’t even know, and ive only had one beer” i said chuckling and throwing my hand to my head.

“well you’re in luck” brynleigh spoke before she turned around with a black platter full of tequila shots. “the bartender thinks that’s you’re boyfriend so free shots on the house !!”

my eyes widened and a big smile grew on my face. we each grabbed one cheering and downing them, all of our faces contorted with disgust and we all laughed.

we drank whatever was left in the tiny cups and danced to music while i was busy eyeing matt. i now realize where he got the skills for what had just happened in the bathroom.

the bar was closing and me and the girls were shit faced so we decided to walk back to our dorms, i shared with brynleigh so alanna and emerie said their goodbyes and went to their dorm. i sunk into my bed and remembered the piece of paper in my pocket.

i quickly pulled it out and carefully entered the digits into my phone and named the contact “guitar matt”, i sent a quick message saying i was home and immediately passed out not bothering to look at the message he had sent.

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the next morning i woke up and my head was pounding, i realized i still had my shirt and bra on but i must’ve kicked my jeans off in the middle of the night. i grabbed my phone and saw he had texted me. last nights memories flooding my head. i clicked on the message as my eyes scanned what he had said.

“im in town for a week, can’t wait to see you again ;)”

a/n: sorry yall this song plus guitar matt is actually stuck in my head, also this is the only part ! (unless yall want another part cause im low key in love with this ;)) ok bye love you !!

comment to be added to tag list !!

[ellabsweet]

[*ੈ✩] 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐑 𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐑𝐘 • 𝐄.𝐖

synopsis: ellie writes in her journal religiously, a foolish attempt at reconciling with her feelings and understanding what it is that happens to her particularly when she is around you

pairing: ellie williams x reader

warning: written in ellie’s pov as the entire story is told through her journal entries, if this is well received it might be a multiple part series, loads of angst and borderline emotional cheating

I saw her again this week. Or better yet, she saw me, and I don’t think I have ever dropped someone’s hand so fast as when her eyes glanced down towards mine and Cat’s intertwined, in the end that only served a purpose to make them both upset. She pretended not to have noticed me after that and deep down I couldn’t blame her for it, though it’s been nearly a month since our last conversation a part of us both know that a friendship shouldn’t experience something that feels like a break up.

Guilt is the second worst feeling I’ve ever experienced and still it comes pretty damn close to grief. Sometimes kissing Cat I pretend that it’s her instead, eyes shut from all reality it’s almost like I can shift her taste into whatever I imagine hers to be instead and in the moment it feels too good for the guilt to settle in, it feels like home. Which is a shame, in the end, because this is about me not deserving that comfort. I remember Cat had to stop me, push me off her to catch her breath with a laugh and she looked me starry eyed to say she’s never felt me so into her before. The strawberry in my lips turned to poison so fast. She didn’t know. Didn’t even understand why my face fell at the comment, felt the need to tell me it was just a joke but we both knew it wasn’t.

Cat is easy. Easy in a way that borders boring which means it’s safe. Life is hard enough as it is for me to keep having these impulses towards devastating gut wrenching love, the kind of love inevitable with her. I told her once when we still liked to pretend we were friends that she was something of a tornado, like this force of nature so inevitable to everything else that sweeps up everything off the ground, and she was so offended. Like I’d said she was destructive. But she is. I haven’t given her the opportunity to abandon me and still it has broken my heart to glance at her across a room and not run straight to her arms, not be the one making her laugh. It’s been too long since I’ve heard the laugh I would bottle and save to get drunk on hard days and now can’t even treasure for good ones.

To be loved by her, though I guess it may be pretentious of me to assume she loved me, was finally coming up for air, was watching a meteor shower, is probably the closest I’ve ever gotten to the moon and understanding what it is to moon over someone, she personified my astronaut dreams and I am a stupid asshole who keeps dropping things on Earth because they’ve got new found gravity. I miss floating and I hate all the things I’ve crashed on the ground, sometimes I’m not sure who’s shattering the most without her. (I do. It’s me. I’m taking this metaphor too far.) But she would hate me if she knew. I thought I had lived long enough as myself so I could find her but not having died for the cure only means I never get to have her, not fully, not if she knew. And I wanted her to know me. More than I wanted her to just love me, which is terrifying. That’s why we can’t be.

[tripleglitchwriting]

Ignition (Short 1)

CW: mostly fluff, mentions of war (both human and cybertronian)

Because I accidentally set the poll to a week rather than a day, I’m going to bridge the gap with a short story.

This is set shortly after part 4 because I like writing dialogue.

After the initial heart attack that was the last 48 hours or so, you began to feel more comfortable with this giant alien. He was kind, which was something you figured out after he saved your life, and he assured you he wasn’t going to kill you.

Now you were cupped in his hands while he walked back to this pod of his.

“So, what’s this pod thing we’re going to? Is it like a space ship?”

“Escape pod.” Ratchet remembered the crash. Well, he remembered what he could of it. Suddenly an old worry popped into his head.

“Right, right, escape pod.”

“Your injury, it wasn’t from… the crash, was it?”

“Oh, no, I fell down a cliff. It sounds stupid when I say it out loud.” Ratchet stifled an ex-vent of relief. “I was on a hike but I got lost, and then I started to panic because I don’t know how to survive in the wild, and then I panicked too hard and tripped in the worst spot imaginable.”

“You went out into an unknown area with no experience on how to survive there or any contingency plan if things went wrong?” He said with a mix of worry and vague frustration.

“Well there was a path… but there was also cool flowers off the path, and then I saw a rare bird, and then the path was gone. I really don’t know why I thought it would be a good idea to come out here, I should have known better. I was doing fine at home I just… I don’t know.”

“Does your kind usually do things like this?”

“No, not really. Just me.”

“I see. Are you… no offense, but are you the dominant species on this planet?”

“What? I mean, I guess, we’re the only ones that can talk and all. That we know of. Actually, it would probably be a shock to the world if they found out about you. Knowing us we’d probably start attacking or something.”

“Attack? Why would you do that?”

“Well, I mean, I wouldn’t, but I’ve taken enough history classes to know as a whole we can be… violent. I hope no one else saw you crash, things could get nasty if they see you as a threat.”

“Thats… quite primitive.”

“Oh, gee thanks.”

“No offense.”

“Probably should have led with that.”

“I’ll keep it in mind.” Ratchet hummed to himself for a second, and then he began to think out loud. “If they do find me at least I’ll be able to get away…”

“What makes you think that?”

“Well- I- I wouldn’t think your technology is exactly…”

“Not up to par with your superior standards? Well don’t worry about that. We have weapons that can wipe out the world in a span of hours. Every country has their hand over the big red launch button, and if they see you as too much to handle, somebody is going to get blown up.”

“What? That’s- that’s crazy! You mean to say your leaders would sacrifice… how ever many there are of you in a given area just to take me out?”

“They probably wouldn’t do straight to the nuclear option for one of you, but if there were more and they were killing people, then probably yeah. If things work like they do in the movies that is.” Ratchet paused, about to make some snide remark about the primitive violence of the human race, but he stopped when he remembered the history of his own people.

“…I’ll keep myself hidden then.”

“Oh, um, good. I wasn’t really expecting you to accept that so fast.”

“If my own history were any different I might not have.” He sank deeper into thought. “Doe, is there a medical station anywhere near here I can drop you off at?”

“Wait, I thought we were going to your pod?”

“We are, I just… I got caught up in healing you and… look, I’ll be honest, I don’t want you to get hurt. How many of you are there on this planet?”

“I- I don’t know, 7, maybe 8 billion?”

“Billio- scrap.”

“What? What’s wrong?”

“It’s fine, it’s nothing. Let’s just… talk about something else.”

“Well, alright I guess.” After you said that, both you and Ratchet stayed silent for an agonizingly awkward minute. You felt the sway of him walking waft through your entire body, a feeling you haven’t even began to get used to. He seemed largely unaware of this, at least to your knowledge, and instead looked forward with a serious expression.

“How about we talk about… the weather. It certainly is sunny today! And there are… uh, a couple clouds… wait, no that’s just a weird tree.”

“You aren’t great at small talk.”

“How about you try then?”

“…no.”

“Oh I see how it is. Fine, you’ll just have to deal with my terrible communication skills.” You took a deep breath, preparing to go on a rant about whatever was on your mind.

“Oh please don’t.”

“Unless you’re going to say something I will.”

“Alright, alright. What do you want me to talk about?”

“That’s up to you, conversation expert.” You smiled smugly up at him. He huffed in return.

For the next five minutes he talked about his life up to this point. His friends, his enemies, glossing over assumedly painful details. In your mind a picture started to form about all of this. He wasn’t just an alien, he was a person. A person with real relationships, real love and loss, real war, real family. You felt silly having not seen it before.

A friend. You’d like to think that’s what you were now, though it was tough to tell based on the way he acted. You wondered who all of his other friends could be, where they were, and you even went as far as to silently wish them well.

Arriving back at the pod, hopping off the hand of a giant alien that saved you from dying the woods, you realized this may have been more than you bargained for.

[knickynoo]

Back to the Future Part II, The Novel by Craig Shaw Gardner: Thoughts, commentary, and general ramblings

Part 6: A weird-looking old man and a little guy in a leather jacket.

Previous posts here

• Instead of describing Doc as a “crazy, wild-eyed old man,” Old Biff says, “a weird-looking old man,” which is just so personal, lol

• There’s an interesting scene where Marty is almost caught in Biff’s garage. The shouting between Biff and his grandmother isn’t there to alert Marty, and instead, Biff just walks straight out to the garage. Marty thinks it’s Doc who has come to rescue him and calls out, which Biff hears. Marty then hides in the car, and waits as Biff looks around a bit before getting distracted.

• I really want the full scene of Doc scrambling to get that new hat and bike so he can head over to Biff’s house. The book mentions that he’d bought the bike a few hours prior (then had to wait for it to get dark enough) but I’d love to see how that played out. I also want Marty doing his shopping for his Inconspicuous outfit.

• Marty has a very funny response to Doc reminding him to be careful at the dance since his other self is there with Lorraine. “Yeah, that’s right! Hey, that’s cool, Doc. Maybe I’ll say hello to myself.”

This is followed immediately by, “’No!’ Doc felt like he might have a heart attack.”

And what I want to know is: is Marty just being a wisenheimer, or is he genuinely considering stopping to chit-chat with his other self? I could honestly see it going either way with Marty.

• This chapter is giving me a few good chuckles so far. Marty enters the dance and it says, “He stepped through, and found himself in the same alcove where he’d had that heart-to-heart with his future parents—the one about being nice when your son sets fire to the rug.”

Why don’t we have any definitive information on The Rug Incident? That story should’ve been included in the comics. I need to know what unfolded that day. Why did Marty set the rug on fire? Was it purely accidental? Did little Marty go through an arsonist phase?

I demand answers.

• When we return to Doc, who is still riding his bike all over the place, he ends up at the Peabody farm. There’s a cop there talking to Mr. Peabody, who’s recounting the alien encounter he had. Which…doesn’t make much sense to me since this is a week now since the “flying saucer” originally crashed into his barn. But I guess this has been an ongoing ordeal, and Otis has been trying to get someone to take him seriously.

Anyway, Doc is worried that they might actually stumble upon where he’s hidden the DeLorean behind the billboard, so he goes over and announces that he saw the spacecraft take off wayyy in the other direction. The police officer and Otis immediately take off in search of it.

• I wish I got a dollar for every time in this novel that Marty has said, “Yo, Doc!” because I would have many dollars.

• Lester (Wallet Guy) describes Marty to Biff as, “A little guy in a leather jacket.” So true, Lester. He IS just a little guy in a leather jacket.

• Ok, OK!! So! Two things to mention about the scene after the dance where Marty runs into Biff outside the door. After Biff calls him chicken, Marty once again recalls that, per his mother’s repeated suggestions, he’s supposed to count to 10 when he’s upset. And as he wrestles with his feelings, he thinks, “Maybe he always felt he needed to do this because he was so short.” !!!!! May I direct you to this ask and poll? There you have it, folks. Marty (book Marty, at least) is quite aware of his height and ALSO aware that it might be the reason he wants to fight at the slightest provocation.

• I already always feel bad for the Western Union guy when I watch the movie, and this makes me feel even more sorry for him. He gets no closure!!! He will NEVER know what the 70-year-old mystery letter was all about. The most disappointed voice Marty has ever heard!!

• We close with the scene of Marty running back to the clock tower. However, his revealing his presence to Doc is pretty different in the book than it is in the movie. We’re told, “Marty stepped out of the shadow of the courthouse. He tapped Doc on the shoulder.”

I mean. It definitely doesn’t have The Flair of Marty running full speed and dramatically spinning Doc to face him, but it is funny. He just. Steps out from the shadows and gives him a little tap. A gentle, “Um, hi, hello, I’m back.” Amuses me to think about.

This is how I imagine it, btw.

• The book ends with Doc passing out and Marty legitimately fearing that Doc may have just DIED before his very eyes, and how will he ever get home now?

I guess we’ll find out in the part III novel! Stay tuned.

[hadesstan]

June of Doom Day 20

"That's gonna be one hell of a scar"

| Cage | Pliers | Scrape |

Cw: The prompts above, rescue, implied abuse/ torture, self-sacrifice.

I'm actually really proud of myself for keeping at this so long. I fully expected to fail before day 15. I'm thinking I might start posting snippets from my whumpy novel once I get through this shitshow of a month. Anyway, enjoy some more hero/villain whump!

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Villain sat in the cage, bleeding all over, but refusing to cower. They didn't huddle or hide in the corners of the cage, they sat, dead centre, and glared at the door, waiting for Supervillain to return.

But when the the click of the lock echoed through the room and the scrape of the dopr opening grated their ears, it wasn't Supervillain coming through the door. It was Sidekick. The very last person they'd ever expect to be here.

"Sidekick?"

Sidekick raised a finger to their lips. "Shush". Villain understood the message and chose to watch out the door as Sidekick pulled a pair of large pliers from their jacket and began to cut the wires on the cage. One by one. Snip snip snip. It took way longer than was comfortable for Villain, and they grew more paranoid with every snip of a wire that Supervillain would arrive.

But they never did, and soon, there was a hole large enough for Villain to crawl out.

As soon as they were out though, they couldn't stand straight. The cuts crisscrossing their legs made it impossible to rest their weight on their legs.

Sidekick hissed when they saw the wounds.

"That's gonna be one hell of a scar," they muttered. The first thing they'd said since they arrived. They didn't say another word as they looped Villain's arm over their shoulder and carried most of their weight as the pair limped out the door.

They approached the front door but Villain began to panic. Where was Supervillain? They must have heard them. Why hadn't they showed up?

"They're distracted right now," Sidekick whispered, reading their thoughts. Villain wanted to question it, but at that moment they heard the loud crash as someone fell through a window somewhere out of sight.

They heard the tell-tale voices of Supervillain and Hero arguing and suddenly they understood. Hero was distracting Supervillain, hence why Sidekick was here.

Sidekick didn't seem fazed in the slightest and continued carrying Villain out the car outside, loading them into the back seat.

"Hero-" Villain started, but Sidekick cut them off.

"They'll be fine. My orders are to get you out of here."

"But-"

They didn't get to finish their complaint as the car jerked forward, shooting out into the road, just as Supervillain came crashing out onto the road behind them, bruised and battered, followed by a furious Hero.

[leonenjoyer69]

I hope you don't mind this ask, but I'm in a huge Jekyll and Hyde hyperfixation rn (both TGS and OG novella) and I saw a post from you about how "Cotard's Solution" fits his Vibe; did you ever go on a ramble of Will Wood songs that fit Jekyll/Hyde? I'd love to hear them! I'm usually either an emo rock or hyperpop fan but I'd love to dip my toes into more Will Wood ever since my friends have shown me his songs :] I hope this isn't too much of an ask!

OF COURSE I DON'T MIND HEHEHE >:3 (also I'm so so sorry I kept forgetting about this 💀 BUT I'VE FINALLY DONE IT), I did originally connect a bunch of will wood songs to TGS characters in this post, and then I talked a bit about my Jekyll and Hyde playlist here (tho these are all various artists and Chonny Jash, not will wood, still a good collection of songs imo! Especially if you like emo rock and Hyper pop!!), but I would gladly go into detail about a bunch of Will Wood songs and how I connect them to TGS/J&H once more >:3

I LOVE WILL WOOD I'M SO NORMAL (also if there's any specific song from that first post, the honorable mentions in this, or my playlist that anyone wants an explanation for, just ask, bc idrk off the top of my head what to explain lmao, and if I have the thinking capacity to, I love explaining my reasoning!! :3)

OKAY OKAY, I'm probably not gonna hit many songs, but I'll try to get a few :3 I usually don't do these this in depth and I don't wanna make it too horribly long 💀

FIRST UP, A FRESH ONE I HAVEN'T TALKED ABOUT (bc apparently it hasn't been on my main playlist... I'm kinda slow sometimes): SKELETON APPRECIATION DAY

HEAR ME OUT, the "bones" could be interpreted as Hyde, or just all of Jekyll's hidden parts-- anything that isn't the perfect gentleman he prefers to show. And like!!! The lyrics can be connected so easily!! "While my cracking backbone lacks but backs up my false starts" transformation, next.

"All nightmares start as dreams and I hear my subconscious screaming" I don't even feel like I gotta say anything on that one.

"All love starts as a scheme, So wake me up, I'm tired of sleeping" bro literally didn't believe Lanyon loved him, the 'waking up' could be the first transformation.

And like!! The chorus!! "Bones, bones, bones, let me see your bones / Well, I don't wanna know if the feeling follows home /Bones, bones, bones, hell, we're all alone / If I come home, baby, will you show your bones?" Hell, I can see this as Jekyll asking (or at least wishing for) Lanyon to be more vulnerable, but!! Better yet, Lanyon asking/wishing that of Jekyll, since he knows how Jekyll just tends to cover everything up.

Idk, maybe I'm just talkin outta my ass, but I think this is really up there on my list of TGS-able Will Wood songs.

NEXT (another fresh song I haven't rambled about before): HALF-DECADE HANGOVER

I LOVE THIS SONG SM!!! I EAT IT UP EVERY TIME IT COMES ON!! PROBABLY MY FAV WILL WOOD SONG RN!!

Anyways, this song is so so soooo angstily Jekyll coded, let's go straight to the lyrics >:3

"Wonder how I didn't die / This is not my life. I'm no survivor, I only happened to survive" right out the gate, first lines. Bro literally drank chemicals and now shares half his life with an entirely different consciousness.

"Down the days I have left, with one eye open"- could be him drinking the potion, with the one eye open being only half of him--"That was me screaming "Bitch, I am reality" / And stumbling off to lose myself in a brown paper bag cause me and / Sweet Evan Williams got a date down on Avenue / A staving shakes scraping change till daybreak / Turns out anyone can eat out the trash / Then wake up on the freeway mid-crash" could literally just be Hyde doing stupid shit and Henry regaining control 'mid-crash', ie when problems arise because of either of them tbh.

And the chorus!!! "Cause I was drunk when I made my bed / Now with a half-decade hangover I lay down in it /What have I done? Don't know what I've said / It's a half-decade hangover, either this, in jail, or dead / It's a half-decade hangover, Jesus Christ my aching head" bro was at his worst when he made that potion, and now he's stuck with the consequences. And the "this, in jail, or dead" those are the only options he thinks he has to deal with Hyde now!!

"Tripped on a couple steps, and collapsed on the stairs / Broke my neck on the backs of those who I've hurt and scared" my guy has been lying to everyone around him for years, but now everythings falling apart and it's coming back to bite him in the ass so hard now.

LAST LYRIC BC AT THIS RATE I'LL THROW THE WHOLE SONG IN-- "Sober, but still so much still hangs over / Please believe me when I say I poured my whole past down the drain / Say that a second chance is a chance I can take" first of all, the poured my whole past down the drain could be him literally giving up the man he was and taking the potion, OR, him dumping all the potions in that one scene, teehee. Secondly, the second chance part and the lines that follow in the song, totally him at Lanyon.

Next: OUTLIARS AND HYPPOCRATES

This one to me is a very Hyde song, specifically him talking to Jekyll.

"Cause I doubt that you would even if you could change / You think it makes you special, but it makes you strange / I doubt that you would even if you could change / The things that make you special are the things that make you strange" could be Hyde tellin Jekyll that he wouldn't get rid of him, even if he could, because it makes Jekyll fell better about his "lonely prince" persona, as Jasper put it lmao.

"I am the shadows cast aside by gallows, and you the red-hot sky" I just really like thinking about this line with them bc ✨imagery✨. Like, shadow Hyde, check. Gallows? Hell yeah. Red-hot sky? We got color AND, by proxy, sun and moon references, Let's go 🗣️

"You become immune to my toxic fumes / My dose-dependent presence in your life / It's all subjective, all due respect to the collective mind" I mean like. Toxic looking green potion. 'Collective mind', they're both parts of the same guy.

"Horrified at the sight of my reflection in your eyes, I don't belong there" mmmmm bodyswap mishaps 🤤

"Well, it's your conclusions that make mine delusions, so I make you sane / You can thank me later" idk how to explain it but the way this is said just gives major Hyde vibes, you get it, right chat?

"Who'd want to belong to anyone? (Ay, ay, ay, ay) I mean, what do people even do? / So, if you love me, let me let you go, my love (ay, ay, ay, ay), so I can be no one" him and his little crush/loathing on Lanyon, the silly

Next!!: MR CAPGRAS ENCOUNTERS A SECONDHAND VANITY

Literally the Jekyll and Hyde song ever. I mean, it starts with "you're trying to replace yourself" 💀

"Carving out a fact from a reckoning! /Beckoning your back, skin sagging off its skeleton / Levitating off the ground / Is another man wearing your face" LIKE DO I EVEN GOTTA SAY ANYTHING? This whole song is about false identities 😭

"All the other false identities / Remedies or enemies to mitigate your memories / Shuddered at what they found / When they stripped away the grace" like...

"Damn, I thought you're not your imposter / You're so sure you're not gonna get caught / Dead in your own skin / But you didn't choose what you were born in" this song gives big vibes for chapter 14 and 15, with the constant switching and fear of identity reveal and such.

"What you feel and what you do, are those things really you? / And if not, then what is? (Never, never, never) / So, my God, what's wrong with you? / And I'm still asking who that is" I really like thinking about this part as Lanyon asking Jekyll those things, even without an identity reveal! Since he puts up this gentleman facade and hides everything, Lanyon barely knows who Jekyll is.

"You'll never take me alive, baby (this is not enough) / You'll never take me alive (this is not enough to prove it yet) / You'll never take me, you'll never take me, you better pray that I die (no, I need to hit the bottom)" This part feels like a simultaneous Hyde and Jekyll part, with Jekyll being the parenthesised parts. Hyde being all cocky n shit while Jekyll tries to figure things out or something, idk lmao running low on explanation brain cells.

Honorable mentions that I just don't feel like explaining in depth rn, but probably could!!

The Song With 5 Names- very Jekyll coded

Dr Sunshine is Dead- kinda Jekyll coded, but VERY Hyde coded

2econd 2ight 2eer- the Hyde song ever

6up 5oh Copout- another mega Hyde song, if I could animate it would be over for y'all

Against The Kitchen Floor- Jekyll and Lanyon, these gay people make me upset

Cicada Days- also very Jekyll and Lanyon :(

Hand Me My Shovel!- Jekyll coded, I like to think of him making the potion

Basically, 90% of Will Woods discography can be spun to fit these silly characters. I love Will Wood guys :3 sometimes I wish I could verbally ramble about this kinda stuff, but also words are hard (and it makes me feel annoying lmao) 💔💔 but anyways!!! Thank you for the ask! I hope Will Wood consumes you just as well as it has most of the TGS fandom :3 <333

[angelphone1]

Hi-lo! I saw your request for requests so I figured I'd send something :D

Maybe whumper and whumpee are partners and whumpee is dealing with an addiction. They tell whumper that they've stopped but now they're just doing it in secret. When whumper catches whumpee they 'punish' whumpee with their addiction somehow.

Feel free to do whatever you want with this prompt!

hiii thank you so much for requesting! i honestly wasn't sure what to do with this prompt but after some deliberation i think maybe i figured out something good? i hope you enjoy :)

WHUMPEE grimaces as the needle goes in. They should be fine; WHUMPER shouldn't be back for another few days at the very least. Enough time for just one needle. Just one little taste. Just one. They said they're off the stuff now, and that's true. This is WHUMPEE's decision; it's not something they need.

WHUMPEE sighs in relief as, blessedly, it kicks in, nearly knocking WHUMPEE unconscious in the process. Like they're floating. Like they're made of warm, warm light. Like nothing else ever matters. It's just presence. Bliss. Pureness.

The high lasts for a while. It's so nice. It's wonderful. It's transcendent. Here, WHUMPEE doesn't have to worry. About anything. If you ask WHUMPEE, right now, if this was worth it, they would say, "Absolutely fucking yes." Absolutely, it was worth it, going behind WHUMPER's back, getting back in touch with DEALER, giving themselves some time to relax. Nothing to worry about. Everything to feel good about. Just bliss.

And then the crash comes; and WHUMPEE is suddenly nothing more than a filthy wretch in filthy clothes, in an apartment that smells like vinegar and vomit, unbelievably thirsty and needing to piss, and dear God, when did they last eat? When did the sky get so dark? When did ---

The door clicks. A key turns. It pushes open, revealing WHUMPER, sighing heavily at the mess and the smell.

WHUMPER: "Whumpee."

WHUMPEE, stammering: "Wh --- wh --- you weren't --- "

WHUMPER: "I'm not supposed to be here. I am supposed to be on vacation right now, with Friend. Yes."

WHUMPEE panics, barely able to form coherent thoughts from their place on the floor.

WHUMPER, pinching the bridge of their nose: "I lied. Just like you lied about quitting." They sigh. "How long has this been going on, Whumpee?"

WHUMPEE: "It was ---"

WHUMPER: "Don't answer that. I already know. You never really quit... God, you're fucking pathetic. I tied myself to a piece of shit, and this is what I get."

WHUMPEE: "I'm not --- just --- "

WHUMPER, exasperated: "Just what? What possible excuse could you have to explain.. this?"

WHUMPEE: "It was --- I only did it just once, just this one time, just because --- it was my choice, it wasn't --- "

WHUMPER, under their breath: "God, I'm just like my fucking mother."

Now, if you had asked WHUMPEE whether or not the high was worth it, they would have said, "Absolutely fucking no." Because it really wasn't. Absolutely not.

WHUMPER walks forward. WHUMPEE scrambles backward, messy and uncoordinated, feeling as if they can feel themselves spilling all over the carpet. WHUMPER picks up the used needle, a small bit of blood on the tip from where it had pierced a vein, the plunger pushed down all the way, a few traces of residue still inside.

WHUMPER: "Fucking incredible. Just fantastic. This is worth more to you than I am, huh? A little bag of black fucking bullshit over me." They mutter more profanities under their breath, continuing to march towards WHUMPEE, who is staring up at them, wide-eyed. Their headache makes it impossible to think straight. Surely WHUMPER isn't going to hurt them, right? There is a cold, cold anger in WHUMPER's eyes, something that must have been building up for a long time now.

WHUMPER grabs WHUMPEE's arm, and stabs the needle in with no regard for location. WHUMPEE cries out, unable to rip their arm out of WHUMPER's cold, hard grip. WHUMPER rips it out and stabs it back in. And again. And again.

WHUMPER, punctating each word with another stab: "Fucking. Useless. Fucking. Bitch." The words devolve into just angry shouting, as WHUMPEE is crying and sobbing from the searing, searing pain. Eventually, the needle breaks, and then the glass shatters, and WHUMPER doesn't stop, until WHUMPEE's arm is absolutely mangled. WHUMPER tosses the remnants aside, wiping their now-bloody hand on their shirt.

WHUMPEE screams, the inferno in their arm a far cry from the sharp prick of the injection, pushing away at WHUMPER with their good arm, left to curl up mewling on the floor, their voice raw and incoherent, disoriented and heavy-headed, like their whole body is made from lead.

In the far, far distance, a phone ringing.

OPERATOR: "911, what is your emergency?"

WHUMPER, out of breath: "Yeah, so, my partner.. nearly overdosed, and we got in a fight, and they.. tore their whole arm to shreds. They.. need an ambulance. It's really bad. Yeah, our address is ... "

WHUMPEE's vision slowly, slowly fades to black.

[witchoftheewilds]

Dead Flowers

Pairing: Joel Miller x Reader

Words: 2k+

Warnings: mentions of sex, nudity, death, and angst. Lord this shit is pure angst. Joel may or may not be a little OOC here. I'm just going off what the series Joel makes me feel not game Joel.  

a/n: So, I wasn’t sure if I was going to post this. It's been almost four months since I've written anything and suddenly, I had a moment of writing this in an hour. It probably shows from the errors I didn't see, but I will die on that hill. I started replaying TLOU the other night and realized the small differences between Troy Baker’s Joel and Pedro’s. Nothing crazy, but Pedro’s Joel just seems a bit more…rugged? Brutal? And I kinda like love it a lot. @deadneverlander thank you for always being the bestie I've needed and supporting me when I can't support myself. You are amazing. Comments are always welcome. Hope someone out there enjoys this. Much love, Jenn.

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It’s been six days since the so-called incident. 

“What the hell were you thinking?” 

Spittallike venom coated the corner of his mouth. His eyes wildly took in your face waiting for you to break. He wanted you to tell him he was right and you were wrong, but he wasn’t the only one who was stubborn. 

“I’m not going to apologize for trying to save somebody.”

And there it was. 

His eyes glistened with a wrath that could’ve made the entirety of hell repent. Somehow, you’d found what little strength you had left to not budge under his gaze; refusing to waiver and take back something that was already done.

What would’ve been the point in trying to change the past when there was no Time Machine to do it? When you knew - deep down - you’d be making the same mistake over and over in his eyes. 

He called you sloppy. Reckless. Irrational. Irrational because you cared. Giving a fuck about anything outside of your own survival will get yourself killed.

“You’re going to get yourself - one of the team - killed all because you let your feelings get in the way.” 

It wasn’t about the team. The team was an excuse. The team was a bunch of sad sacks of shits who found a use for one another in order to survive. No, what Joel meant but wouldn’t say had nothing to do with the team. Just you.

You were the unexpected kink in his armor he never saw coming. 

You wanted to snap at him every time Joel spoke in your direction. Your own venom packed response building at the back of your throat like bile - rising up to scream questions of why the fuck did he still keep you around knowing you’d never get an answer. 

You wanted to believe it was because of the sex. Deep down you knew something worse than spores had begun to fester between you both. Something neither one of you dared bring up in case it caused you to go down in flames. Truth was, if Joel didn’t feel the same way, you knew his rejection would kill you faster than Mother Nature’s fucked up creation ever could. So, you kept silent and harbored a growth of your own. One that was slowly beginning to kill you. 

When you’d gotten back inside the safety of the compound’s walls you’d planned on heading straight to your apartment. You needed a shower. You needed to get the grim of death scrubbed free from your body. You’d made it all of ten feet when you felt a large hand grab you from behind. Your instincts roared for you to find the upper hand as adrenaline flooded your system. Your body is already tensing up for the upcoming impact of the wall just before your back makes contact. 

With your teeth bared and muscles taut you were ready to fight. Your shoulder blades touched down on the brick first. A small rush of air huffed through your nose as your back took the rest of the impact. 

“Motherfucker-“ you snapped, your arms wiggling to loosen his grip on your arms enough to get some leverage. 

When your eyes adjusted on your attacker's face you weren’t surprised to find Joel there. And just like that every defense came crashing down. You could already feel yourself soften as your name passed over his lips. 

“What?”

“What in the hell is wrong with you, huh? Why would you do that? You know better.” 

Joel was right, of course. You did know better. Everyone did. You just hadn’t been able to let that little piece of hope inside you die all the way just yet. It was something Joel hated. It was something he knew would get you killed. 

While Joel waited for an answer you allowed yourself to take in the contours of his face. The hard lines of his brow as he concentrated on you - waiting for a response. He was trying for anger but you saw in his eyes now the same thing you’d seen as you broke cover and ran towards the girl. Fear. 

It’d been a flash. If you’d blinked you would’ve missed it, but you’d seen it. Heard it in the way he called after you as your legs sprinted forward and bounding over leftover debris from the bombing. Felt it in the desperation that spread through his words as he shouted, “Get back here!” 

But you couldn’t. All you could see was a small child - a little girl - lost and alone. Crying for some fool to save her. You’d been just the fool she’d been crying for. 

A rough hand encased your cheek bringing you back to the present. Away from the fresh memory that was digging itself a home inside your brain to join all the rest of the tragedy it harbored there. What was one more? 

“What do you want from me, Joel? An apology?”

“No, I don’t want a goddamn apology. I want you to make it make sense why you would do that. You know she was as good as dead already.” 

Joel liked to think he was more methodical than you but in reality, Joel had a tendency to be as equally impulsive as you. He just wanted to pretend his moral code died the same day his daughter did. He wanted to believe he'd encased himself so deep in stone he was untouchable. 

Joel’s reputation of being ruthless preceded him. You’d seen it in action the first smuggling job you’d taken with him. A small group of four of you ended with only two of you making it back. His clothes were covered in specks of gore and dirt and the earth shattering spark of hell that ignited in the dark obsidian of his eyes. It was noticeable in the cautious way he carried himself - even more noticeable in the wary movements everyone subconsciously took when they approached him. The tension in their shoulders rose up until their jaws were baring down so tight you could hear their teeth crack. 

It’s how it had gone with every job you’d taken in the beginning. Everyone was so wary of him - you must have missed the danger sign completely. It wasn’t until the fifth job you’d worked together that he’d started to trust you. 

Trust. What a delicate thing. 

“Do you trust me?” 

The words left before you could stop them. The anger that’d marked his forehead lightened as worry took its place. 

“Why you askin’ something like that?” 

“It’s a simple question, Joel. Do. You. Trust. Me. Yes or no.” 

You couldn’t explain why your mind raced back to the first time he’d claimed you. A part of you wanted that right now. To shut you up with a seal of his lips on yours. 

Shut me up. Shut me up before I regret this.

It had started raining. The storm coming in quicker than either of you’d anticipated. Your shoulders were sore and beginning to bruise from the weight of the cargo inside your pack. You’d told Joel it wouldn’t be a problem and that you could make it back to the QZ without any issues. So, when he’d called to find shelter until the worst of the storm had passed the relief had been instant. 

“We’ll hunker down here for the night. Hopefully, by the time the sun rises we’ll be back on the road.” 

“Sounds good. I’m going to change into warmer clothes.” 

There was no missing the slow smirk that rose on his lips. His body folded to sit on what piece of the couch didn’t have springs and holes jetting out between mildewed fabric. 

“Something funny?”

“Not at all. You’d do a lot better to pack more ammo for your pistol than extra clothes.”

“Clothes are a necessity,” you chimed in response. 

You dared a glance over your shoulder at his large frame. His body finally reclining back, an arm lazily slung over, as he confined to watch you search through your bag. What were you even trying to find again? Oh, right. Clothes. 

Joel was distracting in that rugged handsomeness sort of way. A way you wish you could pretend you’d never started to notice. It was becoming a distraction and one you promised yourself once you finished this job you wouldn’t worry about anymore. No more jobs equaled no more being finely attuned to the presence of an emotionally unavailable man. 

“Ammo is a necessity, sweetheart. The importance of clothes isn’t that high on my list of what’s gonna keep me alive.” 

His drawl thickened around the last and you fought not to shiver. Sweetheart was new and the tenderness of it wasn’t lost on you. Sweetheart was going to get you killed. 

“I’ll remember that the next time I catch hypothermia from fighting runners in the nude.” 

His deep laugh warmed your skin leaving a heated flush across your skin. You tried your best to distract yourself from him. Get the clothes. Go to the bathroom. You felt rooted to the spot. Your eyes took in a rare smile that crinkled his eyes in a way that softened him and turned him human. 

“Wouldn’t that be a sight.” 

“The spare clothes stay,” you replied, your arm tucking your said spare clothes against your chest. “I’ve got you to hold the ammo.”

You could’ve sworn as you turned towards the bathroom, you’d heard him mutter, “That you do, sweetheart,” but you chalked it up to your mind playing tricks on you. Joel wasn’t like that. He wasn’t ruled by emotion and, as much as you fought to say neither were you, you knew you were. 

Joel was a perfect example that your emotions couldn’t be trusted. Maybe that was the excuse you used for the reason you’d left the bathroom door cracked just enough for Joel to have a perfect view as you undressed. You’d blame it on the door being too rotted to move or being delirious from the cold. 

You could feel his eyes on you as you stripped with your eyes trained on your reflection inside the mirror. The moss that grew through the cracks distorting your image and betraying the facade of your calm expression with wide eyes. It wasn’t until after you’d taken the last leg out of your jeans that you felt him enter the room. 

Your eyes catching him inside the mirror. You weren’t exactly sure why you froze. Your next breath caged inside your legs with you unwilling to release it as you waited for his next move. It felt like minutes passed within that brief moment and somewhere within that time your initial uncertainty began to thaw. The mirror was trashed, but it was enough to catch the way his eyes hungrily drank in your body. 

You started to pivot on your feet to turn to face him when a calloused hand stopped you. The dampness of his shirt touched against the skin of your back eliciting a soft gasp to fill the room. The hand that held you steady moments before snaked around your front and dipped lower. You were pressed tightly against his chest now, and the bite of the cold that had been there seconds before was gone. Replaced now with the growing heat that stirred within your bones. 

It wasn’t until you felt the weathered skin of his lips against your ear that you realized you were leaning against him fully for support. 

“I can keep you warm. Would you like that, sweetheart?” 

A pleading sound rose up in your chest. A sharp nod all you could manage as you turned your head those few inches to meet the intensity of his gaze. Joel wanted to hear you say it. He wanted to hear the words of submission come from you, and you were all too eager to give them. 

“Yes.”

With one simple word you signed yourself over to him and Joel sealed his mouth over yours. The kiss was nothing sensual or romantic. It was an assault of lips and teeth. A thrashing of claiming as his arms wound around you, constricting you closer with a hand greedily filling up your breasts. Your nipples pinched deliciously between his thumb and index. 

Joel fucked you hard against the old porcelain sink until it broke. 

Looking at him now, you wondered if Joel realized yet that his eyes were full of pleading. You wondered if you told him what he was giving away f he’d release the hold he had on your face, his thumb lightly stroking at your bottom lip, as he searched your face for an answer you couldn’t give him. 

“Do. You. Trust-“ 

“What kind of fuckin question is that?” 

“A real one. An honest one.”

A few beats of your heart later and a sigh of recognition hefted itself off his shoulders. He thought this was a game. Maybe tell you what you need to hear and you would stop with this foolishness. 

“Yes, goddamn it. You know I do. What does it matter-“

“It matters to me. It matters to know that you’ll trust me to make a good decision.” 

“But you don’t make good decisions, sweetheart!” His face was overcome with a shade of red as he struggled to contain himself. Both hands on your face now as he begged you to silently stop where this was going. Where it was always going. “You think too much with your damn emotions and it’s going to get yourself killed!”

“Joel - are you scared to lose me?”

No faster than the words spilled from your lips did his entire body shut down. It would’ve been amazing to watch him compartmentalize himself away if it didn’t mean he was doing it towards you. 

“I know you are,” you whispered to him. “Let me hear you say it. I wanna hear you-“

Joel crashed his lips down onto yours hard enough your teeth clacked. His tongue ruthlessly demanded entrance to your mouth; stealing the very breath from your lungs. You tried to move closer to get a better hold of him, but found he was keeping you at arms reach. Just as fast as he’d started it, Joel pulled away from you. An apology written in his eyes as he turned and walked away leaving you alone inside the alleyway. 

You knew that Joel Miller was dangerous. You knew it in the wary way people moved around him and the way their jaws tightened until they cracked. You knew he was dangerous, and still, you decided to let him kill you long before the spores ever did.