#i have been chipping away at it everyday. it should not be that hard. and yet

[moe-broey]

Tears in my eyes covered in blood.

I MISS ALFONSE FIRE EMBLEM‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️

[itsstrange]

The Promise

Relationship: Rip Wheeler x Reader

Fandom: Yellowstone

A/N: A small idea I had while daydreaming at work, hope y’all like it. 🥹

Summary: Saying Goodbye Is Always The Hardest. So Is Keeping A Promise.

Word Count: 4.7k

Warnings: (No) Angst, Mention of Military, Farewells, A Little Sad Moment, Angry Rip, Sad Rip, Arguments, Small Confessions.

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“So… you’re really goin’ back?”

You look up, meeting his eyes before averting them back down to your duffel bag where you toss the stack of clothes inside. The clothes that have been folded, locked away underneath the bed for the past five years. The clothes you swore you wouldn’t wear again, wouldn’t dare to see until you had kids in the future to explain to them why you had a pile of clothes and photos locked away in some old worn trunk that dusted away underneath your bed.

Unfortunately it didn’t last to reach that day because here you are, packing away the clothes into your tactical duffel bag that was also locked away.

“How long?”

You inhale deeply through your nose before slowly exhaling, still not meeting their gaze you continue packing away, placing the frame photo of you and the boys in the center before zipping the duffel shut.

“Not sure.. too early to say,” You answer as you move the bag to the foot of the bed before sitting down,

“When do you leave?”

You swallow, feeling the way your chest tightens at the thought, “Tomorrow, before sunrise,”

Thick silence hovers the room. Everyone thinking and feeling the same thoughts, emotions.

“And why are you going back again?”

“Will you morons knock it off with the questions,” Lloyd’s husky voice bouncing off the wooden walls brings a small smile and a chuckle from you,

“A buddy of mine needs help,” You still answer Jimmy’s question, which he doesn’t respond with another mostly because he can see the way Lloyd gives him the look,

No other questions were sent your way, neither of them wanting a look from Lloyd as well, nor did they want you to dwell on the heavy mood that hovered. So instead, Ryan and Colby were the first to bring up a farewell party, change of topic. You kindly decline their idea, but of course neither men listens to you.

As Ryan and Colby begin listing items on what to bring for the farewell bonfire, and yelling at one another on who gets to keep your bunk (because it’s the closest one to the bathroom) you couldn’t help the small chuckle that falls from your lips. You were really going to miss every single person in this room. Despite them making you lose a few strands of hair from their idiotic actions, and constant bar brawls, you were surely going to miss them.

They made every other day interesting, every night annoying and fun at the same time with their childlike games that they come up with that sometimes leaves them with bruises or a chipped tooth. Everyday, every night, they made it special and you were definitely gonna miss it.

“Hey I’m not leaving just yet, I still got the whole day and the night before y’all start fighting over my bunk,” You say as you stand from the bed, punching both men on their shoulders,

They both share a laugh with you as they continue listing whatever alcohol they should buy, asking if you preferred hotdogs or burgers as you all walked out the house.

Saying goodbye to them was hard, but not as hard as it’s gonna be when you say it to him. Now that.. that will definitely break your heart. The look in his eyes when you tell him, you can already picture them and from the way your chest tightens, you know it’ll be difficult.

*******

You were currently feeding the rest of the horses inside the stables. Marking down the ones who needed a wash and a trim, which stables needed cleaning. Same old routine before having to check up on the rest of the animals, considering your main job at the ranch was analyzing and tracking the animals health. You weren’t exactly a veterinarian, but you learned a few things throughout the years which John persuaded you to take up on his offer of being in charge of the animals when it came to their monthly health checkups. So of course you took classes to advance your knowledge, to help around the ranch, make it easier for the old timer.

Yes he did have actual trained, experienced, veterinarians working on his animals before, but knowing how you easily picked up the job, how much love and care you gave to the livestock, he knew it was a good investment on both parts. Besides, he trusted you dearly in that department.

Hours had flown by, nearing six o’clock in the afternoon as you were finishing up in the stables before heading out to help Lloyd and the boys to check out some of the cows that were further up in the land. As well as putting up a new fence since the one hanging on was already rusting away due to the weather these past few days, as well as some idiotic trespassers cutting through the fence simply to test the Dutton family.

Just as you throw some fresh hay into one of the stables and patted the horse in its neck as he eats his dinner, the sound of loud rough boots marching against the ground ring in your ears.

“Were you ever gonna tell me?” His loud, rough voice settles behind you, words firm as you dumped hay into the last stable,

You sigh, taking off your gloves and placing them in your back pocket before looking up at him. Eyes wide, angry, betrayal, and fear were written in them. Just like you pictured.

“Yes.. I was,”

“When? Tomorrow? When you leave apparently?” Betrayal can be heard in his voice, blue eyes confirming his tone,

“There hasn’t been a good time to let you know,” You tell him, voice calm, tired, heartbroken,

It wasn’t a lie. When he had gotten back from running an errand with Kayce you were determined to lay it on him, but things got hectic that you weren’t even able to spare him a word. It remained that way for the rest of the day, work after work, problem after problem, when lunch came around he wasn’t at the table eating his supper with everyone else, he was out with Dutton, doing the man a favor, so wanting to talk to him during lunch didn’t happen like you were hoping for.

You told yourself you’d let him know when he came back, but apparently he was out and about with Dutton for the rest of the day. So by the time he had came back was at this very moment, catching you feeding the horses inside the stables. Dutton must’ve told him at some point during their errand runs, who else could have? You weren’t annoyed it was your boss who gave him the news, but you were hoping it’d be you who told him because it came from you, no one else.

“Do you not remember what that place did to you?!” He harshly whispers, taking a step closer to you, “Cause I sure as hell can!”

You lower your gaze to the floor with a faint sigh at his words. Of course you remember. How can one forget something like that? The constant nightmares, the flashbacks, mood swings, not knowing what was real or not, the cold sweats, all of it you remember. The first few weeks of being home after being honorably discharged were rather difficult, your body knew it was home, safe, but your mind was still at war. Constant nightmares played in your in head, bullets flying everywhere, blood stains surrounding you, staining your hands and vest. Screams echoing in your mind on a daily from those who were gunned down, who were injured and were slowly bleeding out in your hands.

It was an everyday thing. The boys, Rip, would beg you to get help, to talk to someone, but you’d just shrug them off telling them you were fine, that it’ll pass.

But you were in fact not okay and the nightmares never ceased.

It was after one particular night that everything had changed. The one night that had you finally reaching out for help, the night that had you admitting that you were not okay.

You had been home for two weeks when it had happened. All it took was a hectic, drunken brawl to trigger the episode. One minute you’re enjoying your beer, slightly laughing at a joke that one of the boys shared, letting lose to ease the noise in your head, then the next you’re being pulled off a blonde head who’s face was nearly disfigured beneath you. Blood covering her once fresh face and clean hair, along with your hands that shook from adrenaline, anger, fear, shell shock.

Once Rip got word of what happened he stormed his way to the bunkhouse which is where he had found you staring at your own reflection in the bathroom. The way a cold and lost look was written in your eyes will forever be embedded in his mind. It wasn’t you who stood standing in front of the mirror with tensed shoulders, hair a mess from sweat and dried blood, the real you was trapped in your mind.

It nearly took all night to bring you back, but not once did he give up.

“Rip,” You softly call his name with an exhausted sigh as you close the door to the stable,

“No. You’re not going!” Blue eyes widening more with fear and rage,

“Yes I am,” You respond in a whisper, “They need me,”

“And we need you here!” I need you here.

It was what he should’ve said, but he didn’t. He couldn’t. Wasn’t exactly how he wanted to let you know the truth, wanted to do it the right way, a more intimate, genuine way. But now, he’s out of time. And most likely lost his chance.

He lost you.

“Rip-,” You begin to say but was interrupted by Kacey walking in the stables,

“We’re loaded to fix the fence,” You turn to him before giving him a small nod,

The youngest Dutton switches his gaze from you to the brute man staring intensely at you, knowing then he had walked into something and immediately sensing the tension surrounding the air. He’s felt this mood before, felt tension between you two every so often, but for some reason this time it was stronger, as if one wrong word said would ignite the awaiting flame. So without another word and only a simple nod, he turns to walk away, giving you two privacy. However, you didn’t stick around. Both to just get the day over with and also to postpone the argument.

If you even get a chance to talk about it with him again.

You hear Rip call out to you as you walk out the stables, halting your steps. You glance over your shoulder, meeting his eyes, but no words were said, so instead you let out a sad sigh through your nose as you continue walking out the building. Leaving the brute man alone in the stables with angered thoughts.

*****

Hours had flown by. After fixing the fence, which took nearly the whole day since it was worse than anyone thought, doing daily health checks on the animals, running a quick errand with Beth, everyone was finally able to wash up and spend the remaining hours with you. Everyone sat around the bonfire sharing stories about anything and everything, chatter, laughter and music can be heard in the darkened night.

Empty beer and whiskey bottles, sticks with dried marshmallows and chocolate littered the ground around everyone’s feet. It was a night you’d deeply remember, a night you’d miss, a night you wished would happen every Friday, but you knew it wouldn’t be possible. At least not with you. Not anymore. You tried keeping a strong face, positive thoughts, positive energy, for the sake of everyone around you. They all had high hopes of you coming back home, claiming you’d be home in less than two months because you were tough as a bull, but you knew the truth. The reality of it all.

Obviously you didn’t remind them of the truth, didn’t want to take away the little happiness they held onto for you, the strong faith they had. So all you did was smile at them, raise your glass and down the last bit of your drink. Every so often you’d get lost in your thoughts, thinking of the mission, the serious consequences, the challenges that will come with it, the horror you’ll soon face, but before you can trap yourself in such thoughts they were there to bring you back. Invite you to their conversations, their stories they were sharing, their jokes, which you were thankful for.

What you didn’t notice was the way a pair of blue eyes have been secretly staring at you from across the fire pit. A dark corner where the fire barely illuminated his features. Light or not he didn’t care if he was caught staring at you, everyone was able to read his opinion of the whole situation but no one dared to ask him about it. He was already a fumed bull waiting to be provoked.

There were times where you’d glance up and catch him staring, but not once did you confront him. Making a scene in front of everyone was the last thing you wanted, so you ignored him and his glaring daggers.

Although, at one point during the night, Colby was the one to mention they had ran out of marshmallows, which you volunteered to grab the extra pack from the bunk house. Slightly buzzed you make your way through the Dutton ranch with sluggish steps till you push open the door to the bunks. Walking to the kitchen you grab the new pack of marshmallows sitting on the counter along with another couple chocolate bars. Just as you turn to head back out, your steps come to a stop when you see Rip standing by the couch.

Face emotionless, but eyes dark, red. Was he crying?

“Havin’ fun?” Rip questions, tone cold and firm, yet his blue eyes have another written emotion in them,

You shrug a shoulder, “Tryin’,”

He scoffs, “Yeah I see that.. but it ain’t workin’,”

You knew exactly what he was referring to. The constant lost in thought when the conversation was directed somewhere else. What you didn’t know until now was those same eyes that have been staring at you from the dark were analyzing you throughout the entire night. Watching the way your smile quickly faded as you once again lost yourself in your thoughts, watching the way your fingers peeled off the label from your beer bottle, the way your leg bounced uncontrollably from nerves, fear, and anxiousness. He knew you were afraid, he read you perfectly, but he knew nothing he’d say would change your mind. Not now, not ever.

You were stubborn like a goddamn mule.

“Yeah well, it’s a little hard to have fun when I got two sets of eyes throwing daggers at me all night,” You say, matching his tone as you stare into his eyes,

Heavy tension once again surrounds you two, the muffled music coming from outside was the only thing that can be heard in the room. Neither of you said anything for a good minute or so, just staring at one another with pain written in both your eyes with tears threatening to build. This wasn’t how you wanted to give your farewells to him. Having an argument with him before you left was something you did not want, but yet here you are.

“Can we just..,” You pause, letting out an exhausted sigh before continuing, “Enjoy the rest of the night before I have to catch a flight in a few hours?”

Rip stares deep in your eyes. Hurt, sadness, anger, and fear were written in his blue ones, they were easy to read, especially when he stared at you the way he was staring. He didn’t bother to hide it, yet he didn’t express it to you verbally. Not like he had to or wanted to, it was obvious on how he felt of the whole situation.

“They’re out there celebrating your death..,” He says pointing a long finger at the door then continues with, “.. and I ain’t being apart of it,”

His voice slightly breaks with each word. His blue eyes standing out more when tears begin building, but not one dares to slide down his cheeks, at least not in front of you. Not saying another word, he turns around and heads out the door with a harsh shove that has it banging against the wall.

Whatever string was left holding your heart in place had finally snapped as you watched the door shut behind him. The last memory you’d have of him. This wasn’t how you wanted to leave things with him, he was the only one who could have helped you through it, fought through the dark times, the constant noises in your head. He was the only one who you stayed alive for while you were out in the field, but now that he’s walked away, not wanting any part of it, you didn’t know if it was even worth staying alive once you landed on base. He was your anchor to it all.

And now you’d be stranded in the dark, drowning with nothing to hold you upright. Keep you up float when you felt like sinking, when you felt like the water was too strong for your fighting body. The one person who could’ve saved you from it all was now walking away, leaving you alone.

‘Maybe it was for the best.’

You tell to yourself. You convince yourself. Maybe him not being apart of it, apart of your life would one day guide him to a better life with the love of his life, guide him to someone who can make him happier, stronger, happier.

It was for the best that he left.

*****

4:30 am

Throwing your duffle and backpack in the backseat you shut the door before facing the small crowd. You give everyone a big hug, including the man himself, John Dutton who hugged you for a good long minute before being slightly shoved by Beth who took you in a stronghold as she secretly let the tears fall down her cheeks. You don’t know how, but you kept your own tears from spilling down. Once departing from the woman you go ahead and start hugging the cowboys, sharing a few laughs with them as they joke with you one last time. Which you appreciated their effort in trying to lighten things up, but you knew they knew nothing they can say now will help. But still, you appreciate it.

“So.. who won?” You say when Ryan and Colby stand in front of you,

They both share a look, small smile forming on their lips, “Neither,” Colby says,

You give them a confused look, but Ryan continues with, “We decided to leave it ready for you when you come back,”

Come back. Something you knew was a big word at the moment.

“Can’t have it ready forever,” You say with a sad chuckle,

“We can and we will,” Ryan firmly states, letting you know no one will come near the empty bed unless it’s you,

It was a faint demand from them. They wanted you to come back, no matter how hard it will be, they demanded that you come back to reclaim your bed at the bunkhouse, and that alone brought the ball back in your throat.

“Gonna miss you dorks,” You manage to say before quickly bringing them both for a group hug,

Both men wrap their arms around you, burying their faces in your hair as they cherish the moment. As you go to pull away both their hands on either side of your hip tighten, not wanting the hug to end, but eventually step away from you.

You give them a small smile and then a small wave to everyone huddle in front of you before turning around to climb into the truck where Roscoe patiently waited for you.

“Ready?” The soldier asks as you take one last glance out the window, watching everyone wave at you with saddened smiles, the ranch standing tall and beautifully behind them.

Letting out a small sigh you give him a nod.

In a matter of seconds the truck roars to life before beginning to move down the driveway and out of the Duttons ranch. Silence engulfs the car, only the sound of the radio softly playing in the speakers is heard. Leaning your head against the headrest behind you, you let your mind drift away, thinking about everyone at the ranch, playing their faces in your mind to not forget them, your fingers softly playing with a small deer origami that Tate had made for you last night for good luck. Then thinking about him once again.

Remembering how things were left between you two. Wishing you could’ve fixed things before you left, wished you could’ve said the truth, wished he could’ve have given you the chance to let you show him just how much he meant to you. But he didn’t. None of it happened.

So now, all you’ll think about is What If.

While driving halfway out the ranch and you still being lost in thought, you didn’t capture the moment a large black figure blending in the dark speeding in your direction until the truck comes to an abrupt stop. Causing your seatbelt to lock just in time to catch your body from going forward.

“The fuck?” Roscoe reacts, putting the gear in park as he eyes the figure that is currently blocking his way,

You clench your jaw as you make eye contact with him, even in the dark and with the only source of light from the headlights you both immediately lock eyes.

Of course it’s Rip on top of his horse. Black hat on his head with his black jacket wrapped on his frame.

“I’ll take care of this,” You say, never breaking eye contact with him as you unbuckle yourself and open the door,

“(Y/n) we don’t have time for this,” Roscoe tries arguing back, but you repeat yourself as you hop off the truck,

Shutting the door and standing by it you face him, where he still remained on top of his horse.

“Rip seriously what is your problem? I don’t have time to deal with you right now!” You yell as the brute man climbs off his horse,

A grim look was written on his face as he makes his way towards you. A look he only has when he’s angry about something, and right about now he’s angry at you, you knew that.

“I swear to god Rip if you don’t get out the way I’m gonna-,” Your words were cut off by a pair of rough lips latching onto yours,

Your eyes grow wide in anger, shock, and confusion. But once you feel the way his hand gently cups the side of your face you realize what exactly is happening and only react back. Your own hands finding their way to his face, fingers slowly tangling themselves in his soft, dark curly hair at the base of his neck. A deep, saddened relieved sigh escapes from you two as you both pour the hidden truth into the kiss. Deepening it and cherishing the moment at the same time, neither one wanting or planning to break it off, but you both knew it had to happen, you had to leave.

Which is why Rip got a little selfish for a second, he deepened the kiss, licking his way into your mouth as he held a tight grip on your hip to not let you out of his hold. Just a few more seconds of this, he had to. If this was the only time he would get this opportunity until you came back home, then he was sure as hell he would take every second that was available to have you in his arms, have your lips molding with his, have your fingers tugging on his hair, have your breath fanning his lips, have both your hot tears smear against his own cheeks. He was taking advantage of the moment because he knew it would be more than a month that he would be able to feel it again. Feel this moment again.

Eventually, you both do break the kiss, but not once did he let an inch form between you two. Leaning his forehead against yours, he lets you both catch a breather from the intense, beautiful moment.

“You come back to me you hear?” He whispers, beautiful blue eyes now searching for your own,

When he finally does find your (E/c) eyes that he has grown to love, he whispers once again, “You come home,”

New tears fall down your cheeks at his words, you knew you couldn’t make such a big promise, especially in your line of work. It was a rule, a rule everyone in the military who serves knew they should never make, because they knew reality was always behind that promise.

You stare into those blue eyes of his that have tears of their own, some finding their way down his rough skin, while the rest build at the brim of his eyes. You knew he knew you couldn’t make that promise, but he knew you’d fight for it no matter what, no matter how impossible it might seem, because he knew you always kept your promise. That’s who you were. Loyal, loving, protective, unafraid, and a true fighter.

You stare into his eyes a little longer, feeling the way another tear slides down your cheeks then feeling the rough pad of his thumb gently wiping it away. The words get caught in your throat, the words where you wanted to tell him to be realistic, to not make you promise anything because disappointment and pain is the only thing he’ll receive, but before you can even force them out you hear your name being called from inside the truck.

“We gotta go,” Roscoe softly says, hating to interrupt the moment, hating to part you from the man you clearly love,

You sniff, looking down at the ground then back up to Rip where he only gives you a small smile.

“C’mon,” Rip whispers as he leads you back into the truck,

Once sitting inside, shutting the door, Rip points at the man behind the wheel before saying, “You look after her you hear?”

Roscoe nods at him, “You’ve got my word man,”

Rip nods back before averting his eye to you. You sat there, tears still slowly sliding down your cheeks, you weren’t ready to say goodbye to him, not after you both finally confessed to each other. Which reminds you, you had to say it, in fear of not being able to ever again.

“Rip I-,” You try but he cuts you off with a shake of his head,

“No. Don’t say it. You say it when you come back,” He demands, small smile tugging on the corner of his lips, “Just know I do too,”

I do too.

You sniff once again, tears falling down as you glance behind him, seeing the ranch and the bunkhouse glow in the background. Memories flash in your mind. All those laughs, tears, injuries that you’ve accumulated over the years with everyone who lives and works at the ranch played in your head, reminding you that you had a family to come back to once again, you had friends who were also waiting for you to come back with open arms. You had a life to get back to.

Come back.

Averting your eyes back to his that had tears of their own falling down his cheeks, you stare at him as you remembered, you had him to come back to. He was your main reason to come back home, he was the reason why you weren’t going to die in the field, he was the reason why you weren’t going to give up when shot down, he was the reason why you weren’t going bleed out. He was your reason why you were coming home.

And if anyone tried stopping you from doing so, then it would be the last thing they ever did.

Because you are coming home.

Reaching a hand out the window, you let your small held cup his bearded cheek before letting your own thumb wipe away the tears that fall down. Looking into his eyes with a firm stare, a promise, you let him hear the words.

“I’m coming home,”

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-Ahhh It’s Finally Here!!! I’m Not Kidding I Have Been Going Back & Forth With This One. Mostly Because I Had Writers Block, But Also Because I Would Change A Lot Things & Finding New Ideas To Replace The Old Ones.

-But Again! Thank You To Those Who Have Been Patient & Have Been Waiting For This Wheeler Fic! More To Come!!

-Lastly, Make Sure To Turn On Post Notifications!! 🔔 🔔 For More Updates!

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Part 2 << SOON

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Babes!!! Here is another fic I wrote about Noah. It's all fluff!

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I missed you:

I stare down at my fingers, knee bouncing uncontrollably as my nerves bubble from the bottom of my toes to the top of my head. My eyes quickly shift to the clock on the wall, watching the seconds tick by. As the minutes near, my heart pounds, my hands sweat, and the sound gets louder.

At the sound of laughter, my eyes dart to the source. The guys are stood there laughing at something I entirely missed in my nervous state. Noah sits down next to me, and I feel butterflies replace the anxiety I was feeling when our eyes lock and his hand slides onto my knee. I don’t know why I was so nervous seeing him again, but seeing him now made all my nervousness fade away. 

He leans in, his eyebrows furrowed and his gaze searching my eyes for any sign of hurt as he asks, “Are you okay? I can tell there’s something wrong”.

“Oh! It’s nothing. I think there’s too many people here”, I mutter, placing my hand on top of Noah’s. He flips his hand over to tangle our fingers together. “Should we get going? Are you guys hungry?” I ask the boys. 

They all groan, answering in multiple variations of yes. I stand and pull Noah with me as we all walk back to my car to head for dinner. As we walk, Noah tugs me into his side and presses a kiss to the top of my head.

“I missed you”, he mutters as I squeeze my hand on his hip reassuringly.

“I missed you way more!” I chime as he squeezes me with his arm around my shoulder.

By the time we all reached the car, the boys were fighting over where to eat for dinner. 

“But Mexican sounds sooo good,” Folio groans as Jolly gives him a bored look.

“I just think Japanese is the way to go”, Jolly retorts.

“Let her decide”, Nick motions to me with his hand.

I look at them with wide eyes, “Me?” They all nod in return. “Hm, I think I’m going to have to side with Folio on this one, guys.” 

Folio pumps a fist into the air, “YES!”. I just giggle at him.

At the Mexican restaurant Jolly orders a margarita. “Folio, you’re lucky this margarita is delicious”, he says as he sips reluctantly. Everyone is chowing down on chips and salsa. 

While everyone is stuffing their face, Noah wraps his arm around my chair and leans in.

“So, what’s the matter?” he questions as I look into his eyes. 

It was really hard living alone without Noah here to comfort me when things were bad. Sure, he was a phone call away, but nothing beats his warm, belonging hugs. He makes me feel like I’m at home and it’s hard living without that everyday.

I rest my hand on his knee as I sigh, “I think I just missed you while you were on tour is all.”

He smiles at me and gives me a kiss on the cheek, “I missed you too, pretty girl.”

After dinner, everyone heads back to the car. Noah is holding my hand, swinging it as we walk back to the car. 

Dropping Folio off, we are all singing in the car. We’ve been listening to a lot of Lorna Shore, Sleep Token, Spiritbox, and even some Taylor Swift. Nicholas looks to me from the passenger seat after Folio leaves and wonders, “What song do you want to listen to next?” 

Thinking briefly I plead, “Okay, I know you guys are home and tired of playing this night after night, but do you mind if we listen to Artifical Suicide? I love it when Noah does the little screams at the beginning. It’s my favorite! Pretty please?”

“Anything for you”, Nicholas replies.

The song begins and starts to swell. I know exactly what part I’m waiting for and giggle in my seat as Noah is still holding my hand. Right as the first growl comes out I raise my hands in the air, close my eyes and smile, imitating it silently. Noah watches with amusement as he starts to sing along to the song. I scream the words to the best of my ability and all the guys watch in enjoyment. The next time Noah growls in the song, he does it out loud for me. I squeal with excitement. With all of us laughing, I think and treasure this moment. It’s the little moments that make my heart smile.

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Roaring Muscles

Summary: Toshinori meets someone at the gym.

Takes place while he's studying abroad.

Silly little oneshot that I literally wrote in the span of a couple hours. No editing soooo yeah if you see grammatical errors my bad.

I've been wanting to write something for this OC I've had stuck in my head for ages sooo maybe I'll write more with her in it should this be received well and or I find time to do so. We'll see.

2500-word count

Due to the devastating loss of Nana, the looming threat of all for one resurfacing and the inexperience of wielding one for all Gran Torino had sent the freshly UA graduated Toshinori to America. Studying abroad would hopefully buy the aspiring symbol of peace enough time to become what he so desperately wanted to be.

So far, life in America had been every bit of excitement as Yagi had imagined, the initial first month had been the toughest. Adjusting to western culture, no matter how well versed he thought he was, still took getting used to. No western nor action thriller could have properly prepared him for the hustle and bustle of California, yet with his first semester of college on the horizon he pushed himself to do his best.

“Do you want to hit the gym with me?” Looking up from his textbook David, Yagi’s roommate, smiled but inevitably looked back at the words.

“Can’t, got an exam coming up.”

“Already? But the semester just started.”

“Ha, you’re telling me? Unfortunately, Finite Element Analysis waits for no one.” David gave a piteous chuckle and shook his head “Go on ahead without me”

Wishing his friend the best of luck with his studies, Toshinori grabbed his water bottle and headed out, jogging the short distance from his dorm to the gym. The first section of the gym had been dedicated to more normal, everyday gym equipment, for the average human. However, the back half had been optimized for students with stronger, strength-based quirks. Racks that could support thousands of pounds as opposed to hundreds, and plates stacked high into the tons. Toshinori’s bread and butter.

Approaching the open locker area he placed his keys inside, however the clinking of another locker opening beside him guided his gaze over. From the corners of his vision his heart leapt into the back of his throat. 

A woman stood before him, depositing her purse into the locker. Her striking slitted amber eyes focused on the phone held within her hands. Thin eyebrows scrunching as nimble fingers tapped at the screen.

‘She’s bea-’

As the thought entered his mind the slamming of the locker derailed it. Walking away, the woman ventured out, lost to the field of equipment. Fixing his gaze back into the chipped gray paint of his own locker and taking a sip from his water bottle the now flustered hero snapped back to reality. 

Entering his domain he took notice of the already hard at work patrons, eyes scanning for any available racks. Spotting a seemingly unoccupied station he set to work on loading the bar. Laying down on the cooled leather of the bench and adjusting his grip for proper form he began his first set. However, as he racked the weight for a brief rest between sets his eyes caught onto the person in front of him at the squat rack. 

The same woman from the lockers loaded up her own rack. Yagis watched as she carried plate after plate to the lowered bar, eyes widening as he mentally tallied up the weight.

He had only been attending this gym for a few weeks and already he had seen his fair share of overzealous gym rats try their luck at pushing far too heavy of weights, normal civilians trying to show off and inevitably failing. Yagi feared if he had not been there to pick up the slack they would have sustained possible life threatening injuries. Crushed spines, skulls and knees were no laughing matter.

Sitting up from his bench, ready to launch himself over to assist with bated breath, he watched as the woman clipped the bar off and stood before the whopping two thousand pound load. Bending down, keeping her legs spread but firm for a solid base, and placing both hands firmly on the bar she lifted it with ease.

‘She's…she’s reaping it?!’

Slowly with arms straight and back flat she pulled the bar up eight times in a deadlift before letting the bar down with a solid thunk at the end of her first set. 

Now in awe Yagi took a better look at the shocking woman before him. Though facing away he could still map out some distinguishing features. 

First off, she was tall. Far taller than any woman he had seen to date. A ponytail of thick burnt orange curls clipped haphazardly over a long sleeved shirt that hung loosely off her frame. Yet what caught his attention was the tail that sprouted out from her baggy sweatpants. The fuzzy furred appendage swayed to and from, its distinctive black stripes clued the mesmerized man as to what her quirk would be.

“Hey man, are you done with this bench?”

His head whipped around, knocked from his daze, Yagi looked up. A man glared down at him; annoyance written within furrowed brows. 

“Uh yeah let me just finish my set.” Laying back down he quickly reaped out the remaining sets, once again flustered by this mysteriously strong woman.

Moving onto his next exercise he grabbed two dumbbells, taking a seat that faced a mirrored wall and began shoulder pressing the weight.

However, once again curious eyes wondered, looking behind himself through the mirror he spied the woman again. Laying down onto the leg press, weight again loaded far higher than he anticipated she too began the exercise. Now with a clear view of her face he again took note. High cheekbones lined down to a strong jawline, and full expressive lips parted with deep breaths after each push. 

‘She’s truly beautiful… and those ey-’

A solid ‘thunk’ against his head shot his attention back to his own work. He had accidentally brought the dumbbell down too close to his noggin, resulting in a now aching spot.

‘Focus’

Grinding out the remainder of his arm workout, sweat soaked and in need of water Yagi retreated back to his locker. The mysterious woman had vanished, the locker she once occupied left open and empty. A small pit of sadness wailed at the bottom of his stomach, he had hoped to at least say hello. 

The jog back to his dorm filled with thoughts of the woman.

‘What type of animal has a tail like that? A lion? Panther? No, no, not those. Tiger? Yes! A tiger that's it. Tiger quirk. Hm, so she must have enhanced strength. What other abilities does she possess? Maybe she’d fast too?’ Even as he entered the shared space his mind still caught within its curiosity. 

“How was the gym?” David stood within the small kitchenette.

“Hm? oh, It was fine.”  

Nodding and somewhat puzzled at his usually talkative roommate's sudden reluctance, David retreated back to his desk.

The following days every time Toshinori had returned to the gym he searched for her, never intending to be creepy, as in he never sought her out, though his eyes would always wander.  

Walking toward the edges of the room in search of a cable attachment his eyebrows furrowed as the sounds of something being slammed filter into his ears. 

Following the commotion to a closed off room labeled ‘Martial Arts’ he cracked the door open, peeking inside. The brutal slams ricocheted off the small rooms walls. 

‘It’s her.’ 

Repeatedly, faster than Yagis curious eyes could keep up with skin met leather in brutal kicks.

Like a predator to its prey, her gaze held steadfast to the swinging bag. Uncaring to the blond protruding on her hunting grounds.

‘She seems busy. Maybe next time. Yes, next time I’ll talk to her’ 

Once again back at the dorm with his mind full David eyed him skeptically.

“What's with the face?”

“What face?” Finally looking at his roommate Yagi could feel the heat radiating off his cheeks, threatening to leak over to his ears. “That! You’ve got this flustered look on your face. Did something happen at the gym?” 

“No! Nothing happened.” Squinting behind thick rimmed glasses the engineer peered up to bashful roommate. The wavering smile stretched across his chiseled features did little to back his dismissal.  

“Did you meet someone?”

“I mean- No! No i didn’t” 

“You’re a damn bad liar Toshi. Who was it?” Sighing with slumped shoulders he gave up his attempt to hide.

“Fine. Yes, I did see someone there, but I have no idea who they were.”

“You didn’t try to talk to them?”

“No I didn’t.” His bottom lip kicked out just a tad in defeat.   

“I’m surprised, you don’t seem like the shy type.”

“I’m not! But, she looked focused and I didn’t want to interrupt.”

“Mhm sure.” Teasingly drawing out the last word a smirk spread across the side of David lips. “What did she look like?”

‘Beautiful.’

“Uh she has an animal quirk, a tiger I think and she was in the martial arts room today. Oh and she’s really tall and strong and…” Trailing off the blush finally creeped over at his blatant admiration.

“Oh! I wonder if it was Ellie.”

“You know her?” David could not help but laugh at his friend's excitement, Toshi’s vibrant cerulean eyes widening and beaming into him as if he had just spilled the nation's top secrets.

“She’s also in the hero course, though I think she’s in the other class. My friend Sarah was assigned to make her gear this semester. Like how I’ve been assigned to make yours. I’ve talked to her a bit.”

“I see…” Trailing off with a nod of his head Toshinori felt unsure as to what to say next. Would it have been impolite to ask David to introduce them? Was that the coward's way out? Yagi was no coward.

“Yeah, she seems pretty chill.”

“Chill?” 

‘She’s cold? Is that from her quirk?’ American slang was still something he had to get accustomed to.

“Relaxed, easygoing. You should try talking to her next time.”

“I will!” Determined, his once wavering smile returned to its bold and boisterous shine. Yagi is no coward! He will talk to her!

“I'm going to the gym, do you want to go?”

“Nah, Sarah’s supposed to come over in a bit to study.”Nodding at his dismissal he grabbed his keys and water bottle, ready to head out however just as he turned to leave David yelled back to him. 

“Don’t forget, talk to her!” Giving a seldom thumbs up he began his jog to the gym.

‘She might not even be there, but if she is…’

Entering the designated area he attempted to focus solely on his own leg workout. 

‘If I see her I'll talk to her I-’ The words of encouragement came to a screeching halt as he racked the weight he was squatting and finally gazed out into the spacious gym. 

Laying flat on the bench he had occupied days prior pressing weights there she was, tail flicking and back slightly arched. 

Awaiting for her to finish, so as to not interrupt, he uneasily approached.

‘Just talk to her, afterall David said she was..cold? No that's not the word… Chill! She’s chill!’

“Hi, I-” Before the words could even leave his mouth she got up from the bench and walked away. Stunned at her disregard, yet catching her side profile he quickly zeroed in on the earbuds placed in her small cat-like ears.

‘She can’t hear me…Maybe I shou- NO! I’m going to talk to her!’

Throughout his remaining time at the gym Toshinori had tried to steel his nerves and face his hesitation head on just to simply introduce himself, yet each time he approached she always seemed to slip out of his grasp. 

Defeated once again he settled for a short sprint of the treadmill as a cool down. As his thunderous footsteps pounded away and his thoughts reflected the whirling of the machine next to him shifted his focus.

There she was, pace increasing and vibrant curls bouncing with each step. She moved so agile, gliding into the movements, arms held by her sides moving in tandem.

‘She’s so-’

 His stomach plummeted as his foot caught against the other, the world rapidly turning vertical. Pushing his arms out in an attempt to catch himself only resulted in the poor skin of his wrist to grind against the speeding belt. His hulking body was sent flying off in a colossal heap.

“Hey, are you okay?”

Regaining his senses his eyes opened, right before him she stood, hand outstretched, slitted eyes finally locked onto him. 

The reality of the situation hit him like a ton of bricks, he just fell… in front of her. The first time she’s ever taken notice of him and it's of him embarrassing himself. Just as his mind began its nuclear meltdown the gleam of concern glinting into her eyes shook him away.

“Y-yes, yes, I’m alright.” However, as his own hand reached out to grasp hers a hiss slithered through his clenched teeth.

“Looks like you skinned your arm pretty bad, I’ve got some spray that’ll help with that in my purse, common.”   

Before he could object she heaved Toshinori back to his feet with a single pull and ushered him over to the locker area. 

Standing before the lockers she rummaged through her purse, before bringing out a small bottle wound wash.

“Why do you carry that in your purse?” laughing she bent her wrist to show her tattered knuckles, the skin red and purple.

“Martial arts.”

Silently nodding he watched as she removed the cap, retaking his hand into hers and angled the spray.

“This might sting a bit.”

Indeed it did, yet Yagi’s mind was simply too enraptured to care. Up close he could see the faint stripes racing up her arms, the streaks of auburn in her hair, the golden flakes in her slitted eyes. She was even more ethereal up close.

Unbeknownst to him, she had taken notice of his love drunken expression, not that it was hidden. 

Truth be told she had noticed him here plenty of other times. It was pretty hard to miss someone who managed to be both taller and stronger than her. The way he carried himself screamed power and confidence, yet here within her touch he seemed no better than a pubescent school boy. 

After a few spritz and fanning, she turned back to riffle through her purse once more.

“Wha-”

Cut off by the cool gel of ink gliding against the unmarred side of his arm, Toshinori gazed down at her penmanship. 

He could not believe his eyes.

‘Ellie Brooks xxx-xxx-xxxx Call me.’

‘She... she gave me her number?’

Recapping the pen and depositing it back into her purse she slung the bag over her arm, heading towards the exit.

“YES!” The booming thunderous praise caused her to turn around, finding the man she had just given her number to shocked and reddened at his own outburst. She could not help but laugh.

‘He’s cute.’

[5secondsofmoxley]

Here it is guys. The bits and pieces of the hook fan fiction I wrote in a note on my phone. Spacing is very weird because of that. Also, I’ve been on tumblr for 7 years and still haven’t learned how to post right so bare with me 😂 The story needs work and hopefully I’ll get to that at some point. Maybe once I learn how to indent on tumblr 😂

He stuck his hand in the bag, grabbing another chip, acting like his attention was on his phone. He couldn’t help but to keep drifting his eyes up across the room.

There she sat, laughing at John Silver filming a bit for BTE. God, she’s gorgeous, he thought to himself. But he could never bring himself to speak to her. And he had plenty of opportunity.

She’s one of the friendliest people there, hell maybe even the friendliest person he’d ever met. She could make a wall talk back to her. It doesn’t help that she’s also super funny. Anytime she walks by him, or anyone for that matter, she always smiles and sometimes says hello. She always says hi to him though. That he knows for sure.

He hadn’t realized he’d been staring at her, until her eyes caught his. His hand froze in the chip bag, not knowing what to do. She made it harder for him when she gave him a small smile and a wave. His cheeks flushed in embarrassment, and he just barely got his hand up in greeting. Managing to give her a smile back, he quickly looked away, wondering how long she’d caught him staring.

“Danhausen thinks you should go over there.” Hook jumped in surprise, looking to his left and finding Danhausen munching on the same chips he had been snacking on.

Furrowing his brows, he titled his head and asked, “how long have you been there?”

Danhausen glanced down at the chips, and back to hook. “Since your third time staring at her. You got two minutes in before she caught you.” Danhausen shoved another chip in his mouth.

Hook quickly snatched the bag away from Danhausen, giving him his infamous glare. He couldn’t stop his cheeks from blushing further. “I was not staring. And don’t touch my chips”

“Danhausen thinks hook’s crushhausen likes him back.” Hook’s head snapped up to his friend in interest.

“Really? You think.” Hook paused for a second. “She’s not my crushhausen. I don’t have a crush on her.”

Danhausen smirked at him. “Sure you don’t. Don’t worry, Danhausen will not tell anyone. Or try to curse her. Maybe she can join hookhausen. The fans seem to love her. She can bring us more of the monies.”

Hook rolled his eyes. “We’re not asking her to join our team.”

“Then maybe she can join Team Taz. Danhausen thinks they could use a femalehausen to dominate the roster.”

Crushing the now empty chip bag in his hand, he looked up to his painted friend. “So maybe I have a crush on her.” He sighed. “Which is why I cannot be on a team with her. I can barely say hi when we pass each other. How I would be around her everyday?”

Danhausen looked at Hook confused. “But you are around her everyday.”

“Not like that. It’s different seeing each other in passing versus actually having to work directly with each other.” He couldn’t help himself but to glance her way again. He was disappointed to find her walking away with the dark order. His heart sped up when he caught her glance over her shoulder at him. He just barely caught the smile on her face as she looked away quickly.

When he heard his friend chuckle, he turned his attention back to Danhausen.

“Oh, you’ve got it bad.” Danhausen laughed.

Hook rolled his eyes, standing up from his seat. “C’mon. We’ve got a segment to get ready for.”

✨shortly later✨

Hood over his head, he bounced on the balls of his feet, punching the air in front of him. He rolled his neck back and forth, trying to get in the zone to head out to the ring. But it was hard for him to focus with his friend going on and on about plans to get hook with his “crushhausen.”

“What if I did curse her?” Danhausen asked, rubbing his hand on his chin.

Hook looked over at his friend, confused at the suggestion. Sighing, he asked, “and why exactly would you curse her?”

“Well, Danhausen wouldn’t fully curse her. Because you would get in the middle and save her. Since I cannot curse you, you would be unaffected and effectively save her. Surely, that’s a good conversation starter.” Danhausen lit up the more he thought about it.

“Aren’t you guys friends?” Hook asked, pulling his earbuds out, fully focusing on his friend.

“Yes.”

Hook stared up at the ceiling for a moment, completely annoyed. “Why would you try to curse her then?”

Danhausen froze for a moment. “Danhausen can figure out an explanation. Maybe I wanted the monies. Or maybe she-“

“Stop.” Hook interrupted. “You’re not cursing her. Or attempting to. And you’re not meddling.”

Danhausen’s face dropped. “But don’t you want to be with her?”

Hook went silent for a moment. Obviously, he thought to himself. But fearing the rejection he was sure he’d get, he figured he’d just settle for admiring her from afar. Before he could reply, a production team member came up to them.

“You guys are on in five. TK needs you at the tunnels.”

Squaring his shoulders, he put his game face on. Finally focusing back on the task at hand, he pushed his crush to the furthest depths of his mind. Unfortunately for him, it didn’t go very far when he and Danhausen ended up passing a certain girl on their way to the tunnels. She was just leaving, having spoken with Tony about her match later on.

Catching his eye, she smiled at him. “Have fun out there guys. The minute the tron showed you guys were up next, the crowd has been going nuts.”

“That’s good for us!” Danhausen exclaimed. “Fans that love us give us more monies.”

She giggled at that, putting a hand over her mouth to try to hold back some of the laughter. “It’s not all about the monies. You gotta have fun too.”

“Fun is good. Monies is better.” Danhausen said.

Her smiled widened at that. “Well, I gotta go talk to Kiera about our match later. I’ll catch you guys later.”

“Bye!” Danhausen said, nudging Hook to get him to speak up.

Hook glared at him before quickly turning back to her. “Later,” he mumbled, turning towards the face tunnel. If he hadn’t turned away so fast, he would’ve caught her blush and smile, before scurrying off.

✨after the show✨

“Everyone is going out after the show.” Hook’s hand froze in his luggage, Danhausen interrupting him from packing his things.

“You’re coming with Danhausen. It will be good team bonding.” Danhausen sat down next to Hook’s bag. Hook watched as his partner proceeded to reach into his bag, stealing from his chip stash. Hook rolled his eyes at that.

“Clearly, we don’t need team bonding if you’re comfortable enough to just reach into my bag. Maybe you should get your own stash.” He zipped up his backpack, then returned to packing up his suitcase.

“Okay, well if you don’t want to go for Danhausen, I know a different reason you’ll want to go.” Danhausen stood up from the bench, walking to the table across the room to grab a water bottle.

Hook’s head snapped up, following Danhausen’s movement. “She’s going?”

“Of course she’s going!” Danhausen explained. “You know better than anyone how outgoing she is.”

“What does that mean?” Hook zipped his suitcase up, putting on on the ground to get closer to his friend.

“Danhausen told you, she likes you.”

“You’re insane.” He rolled his eyes again, turning away from Danhausen to head to the door. Pulling it open, he was stopped in his tracks when he saw who was on the other side of the door.

“Hey,” she smiled at him, glancing down at his suitcase. “Did you wanna stop by the hotel first to drop off your stuff or head straight to the bar?”

Hook stared at her confused, then glanced over his shoulder to his friend. Seeing the look on Danhausen’s face, he knew his partner had something to do with this.

“Danhausen was just telling Hook about going out.” Danhausen walked up behind Hook, putting his hand on his shoulder. “Danhausen invited her to tag along in the car ride. She rode to the arena with Anna, who’s going straight to the hotel with her boyfriendhausen.”

“Do you mind me coming along? If it’s a bother, I can catch a ride with someone else. I know you don’t usually go out with everyone, I was kinda surprised when Danhausen said you were tonight.” Hook could tell she was nervous, as she started fidgeting with the handle of her suitcase.

“Nah, it’s fine.” He ran his hand through his hair before adding in, “Danhausen convinced me we needed team bonding. Didn’t really give me a choice in the matter of going out.” She giggled at that, and his heart skipped a beat at the sound.

“Well, I’m glad he convinced you. Tonight will be fun.” She smiled at him, tilting her head down the hall. “Let’s go!”

✨at the bar✨

How is she doing it? He wondered to himself. How is she having so much fun sober while I’m two drinks in and miserable. God, I need to smoke.

“What are you doing over here by yourself moping?” Danhausen interrupted his thoughts.

Hook sighed, twirling the glass in his hand to hear that satisfying clink of the ice. “I don’t like big groups like this. If the lads were here, it’d be a different story.”

“You know everyone here.”

“Yeah, but not like that. I’m not close with everyone. I keep to myself.”

“You like to party. Danhausen has seen you.”

“Yeah, when I’m with my friends.”

“Danhausen is your friend.”

Hook sighed, chugging the end of his drink. “Yes, you are. That’s about it.”

“She can be too. Put in the effort.”

“What would I even say to her?”

Danhausen turned to look at her, before turning back to his slumping friend. “Well, she just lost her third game of pool. Do you know how to play?”

Hook shrugged his shoulders, giving a slight nod.

“So, go offer her some help. Ask her if she’d like a partner.” Hook glanced her way, catching her pouting at Adam Cole taunting her for her defeat. He couldn’t help but find her pouting completely adorable.

“But-“ Hook started, being interrupted by Danhausen almost immediately.

“No buts. No thinking. Just go over there.” Danhausen pulled him out of his seat and shoved Hook in her direction.

Hook quickly caught his step, before heading over to her while trying to act casual. With all his effort, he couldn’t get his heart to slow down even the slightest bit.

“3-0! Undefeated bay bay!” Adam laughed, putting the pool stick down on the table.

“I told you I suck!” She said, crossing her arms over her chest. “I can’t even play 8 ball on iMessage.” Rolling her eyes, she glanced to her left and was surprised to find Hook approaching.

“Need a hand? I’m pretty good at pool. We could team?” Hook reached back, rubbing his neck anxiously.

She smiled at him, before turning to grin at Adam in victory. “Yeah, why don’t we have a nice game of two v two. You won’t be bragging by the end of that!”

Adam laughed, glancing down at his watch. Before he could say anything, Britt approached him. “Ready to get going? We got an early flight home tomorrow so I can make my appointments.”

“Aw, you’re lucky, Britt’s saving you from having your winning streak ended.”

Adam laughed at that. “Trust me, kid, you’d still lose even with a partner. Rain check for that game.” Adam wrapped his arm around Britt. “Night, guys.”

Hook and her watched as the couple walked away. He felt defeated as he watched his chance with her go out the door, no longer having a need to play pool.

“He was right, ya know.” His eyes snapped in her direction, finding her already looking back at him. “I’m really bad at pool. We would’ve lost.”

“So, maybe it’s good he’s leaving.” Hook leaned past her, grabbing the stick Adam had left on the table.

She tilted her head in confusion. “Are you going to kick my ass in pool now?”

He laughed at that. “No, I’m going to teach you how to play, so we can kick Adam’s ass next time.”

[smolgloves]

Survival

AN: My first attempt at a zombie gt story because I have wanted to do one for a while now.

Tw: Gore, murder, death, description of a corpse, blood, dehumanizing language, vore mention, it's a zombie story, what do you expect? 🤷‍♀️

How long has it been since the world went to shit? Aaron had lost count a long time ago, but it's hard to keep track of time when zombies roam the earth now. It felt like everyday was full of uncertainty, would today be the day a zombie rips his throat out, or would bullets from angry scavengers finally take him out? He should consider himself lucky, because he's a part of a group that promises to watch his back whenever they go on supply runs, but the company Aaron has is less than stellar. 

Jerry was a middle aged balding man who is supposed to keep a lookout for any trouble but Aaron can't count how many times a horde of zombies had wandered through their position when Jerry was in charge. How Jerry managed to not get eaten by zombies yet is beyond Aaron. Honestly, Jerry shouldn't even leave the headquarters because he is a major pussy, which is rather surprising because this guy used to work as a security guard for a grocery store! 

Then there's Stephen, this dude is just an asshole, when Aaron first met him, he just thought that Stephen was just a kid, but he's actually two years older than Aaron! Pretty pathetic that a twenty-seven year old would behave like a teenager. He thinks now is always a good time to joke around, as if the three of them weren't constantly looking over their shoulders. Nothing has come close to giving Aaron a heart attack more than when Stephen decides it's a good time to smash a window very loudly. Shit like this has almost made Aaron want to murder the guy, but unfortunately, Stephen is the nephew of their group leader. If he returned to the headquarters without him, there would be consequences. So as much as Aaron hates these two bozos, he has to put up with them and hope they don't get him killed one day. 

The sun began to set and all three of them were tired of walking. They had spent hours raiding the abandoned dollar store for supplies and all they found were some General Bargains brand barbecue flavored chips, some Colas, and a pack of Barbie band-aids. Honestly, it was a waste of time and Aaron didn't understand why they had to scavenge every General Bargains in the state of Texas. There's too fucking many to keep up with and half of the stores were ransacked when this whole shitshow started! Now they're in the middle of nowhere with little to nothing to bring back. 

"We should look for some place to camp out for the night." Jerry said, breaking the silence.

First great idea this guy has said all day! 

"I think there's an old barn up ahead." Stephen pointed out. 

"Then let's head that way." The three men walked up to an old decrepit barn that had been worn down by the weather. The red paint had been chipped away and weeds had begun their invasion to engulf the building.

But what definitely caught Aaron's attention was the rusty tractor trailer that sat on the side of the barn. Underneath one of the wheels was a man or at least what was left of a man. Upon hearing the three men approach, the rotting corpse raised his head and began growling at them. He clawed at the dirt desperately trying to get his meal but the enormous wheel kept the creature pinned to the ground. His arms were boney with tattered sleeves barely clinging to his body, dried blood had stained the man's white shirt, making Aaron wondered if this zombie was alive when he was trapped underneath the tractor wheel and left to die. One of the more haunting things to see was the zombie's face, his hair was thin and white, just barely clinging on to his scalp, his lips had withered away and now exposed his brittle teeth that chomped at the air upon seeing any living creature that passed by. But one of the haunting things were the eyes, all zombies had pale blue eyes that vacantly stared off in the distance, the only time Aaron has ever seen them light up was when they wanted to kill. The first time he ever looked into a zombie's eyes was the realization that the people who used to live inside those bodies were gone, only to be replaced with a primal beast who craved flesh and blood. 

"Hey Aaron, watch this." Stephen strolled up to the zombie and started waving his hand just inches above his head. The corpse sprawled his arms out trying to grab onto his arm, but missed every time. Stephen just laughed. "Can't get me."

Aaron just shot Stephen a glare. He almost wished the zombie would just grab Stephen and yank him to the ground just so he could bite into his neck. The blood would spill out of him and stain his long brown hair and then his blue eyes would be filled with fear as his final moments would be realizing why he shouldn't have been fucking around. 

"Stephen, quit playing with the zombie and go scout out the barn with Aaron!" Jerry Barked as he uncliped his walkie from his belt. "I'm gonna see if I can get a signal back to headquarters." 

Stephen grumbled some complaints but followed Jerry's instructions and walked over to the barn. Aaron knocked on the door to alert any zombies that could be trapped inside, but the only growling came from the one outside. A good sign but that doesn't mean anything, there could be squatters inside ready to jump them the moment they open the door, not wanting to take a chance, Aaron pulled out his hunting knife from his belt. He looked over at Stephen who did not seem to take the same precautions, he just kept this bored look on his face. Aaron sighed and just hoped that if anyone was going to jump them, they'd take out Stephen first. 

After some deep breaths, Aaron swung open the door and raised his knife in case something popped out, but fortunately, nothing popped out. 

"You worry too much." Stephen chuckled.

"Someone's got too." He grumbled. 

The two walked into the dimly lit barn in search of any supplies. However, there wasn't much around. Whatever supplies were in the barn were already taken out long ago, the only thing of value was an ax that rested by the door. 

Aaron picked up the chopping tool, it was covered in dust and cobwebs and the blade was dull, but it was still salvageable. 

"Hey, Aaron, over here." 

Aaron turned to see his black haired partner crouching down and staring at something on the ground with a flashlight. He raised an eyebrow thinking that Stephen must have been fucking with him because there was nothing else in this barn, but he still walked over to the guy and saw a burrow in the ground that was the perfect size for a mouse. 

"Okay…" Aaron couldn't hide the annoyance in his voice. "What about it?" 

"I think it's a Neera burrow." He whispered. 

"That's ridiculous." Aaron stifled a laugh. Neeras were small humanoid creatures that were made by the government to conduct experiments on because it was more ethical than using rabbits and mice. Except when the public found out that Neeras were pretty much just tiny versions of humans, activist groups rose up to end experiments on them. Science creates real life borrowers and this is what they do to them, no wonder this world went to shit… 

"Neeras don't exist in the wild, dude." Aaron reminded Stephen. "It's probably just a mouse burrow." 

"Nu-uh look at the hole, dude." Stephen shined his flashlight closer to the hole to reveal straight lines around the edge of the entrance."Those carvings right there, those were made by a tool." 

"Sure man, great joke." Aaron rolled his eyes. "Didn't know I was in the presence of a Neera expert." 

"It's not a joke, asshole." He growled. "Neeras are out here, Dr. Lewis says so." 

"Dr. Lewis arrived with a massive head injury and said that he was related to Natalie Woods, dude is bonkers!"

"Okay, but he had proof that he worked for Micro-Lab!" Stephen snapped. 

Aaron raised a brow. "What kind of proof?" 

"Like a name badge from Micro-Lab," He replied Smugly. "And he even had a classified document about Neeras." 

"What did the document say?" 

"I have no clue, Uncle Tommy wouldn't tell me." Stephen admitted. 

Before Aaron could argue anymore, Jerry marched through the door, his eyes shifted between the two men. "Anything useful?"

"Not really." Stephen said. "Aaron found an ax though."

Aaron held up the blade. "But it's rusty." 

"I'm sure headquarters will fix it up and make good use out of it." Jerry cleared his throat. "Anyways, Sherry and Monnie are on their way with a crew to pick us up, but they won't be able to get here until morning. So we're gonna camp out here for the night." 

~~~~~~~~

It wasn't long before Sherry and Monnie would come to pick them up, and Aaron couldn't be more glad. The hours had gone by painfully slow, nothing was more annoying than Stephen's snoring; which made Aaron consider the possibility of swinging the ax deep into his face. Surely no one would fault him for it? The dude's snores were loud enough to alert all the zombies where they were! He was lucky Jerry fell asleep first, otherwise, he would get pissed at him for falling asleep with a bag of the barbecue chips in his hands; not that stale chips would really be an issue, General Bargains always had stale chips even before the bags were sealed.

The sound of dirt shifting broke Aaron of his thoughts. He scanned the area for the source until his brown eyes settled on a small figure skitter across the ground. It ran on two long legs like an Olympic runner towards the bag of chips but it stopped at the opening and then crouched down to grab the crumbs then dispose of them in some sort of pouch. There was no doubt about it, the creature was a Neera! 

Stephen shifted towards his side, causing the little Neera to gasp and stumble back into the chip bag; a crunch from the chips and bag left a deafening echo in the barn. In a flash, Stephen was up and snatched the bag up from the ground, the Neera yelped as they got jostled, alerting the man of their presence. 

"What the fuck!" Stephen snapped as he peered down the bag.

"What is going on, Steph?!" Jerry growled as he stirred from his slumber. 

"A fucking Neera, that's what!" 

The fastest Jerry has ever moved was at this moment, he scrambled over to Stephen and shined a flashlight down the bag to gawk at the tiny person. Stephen dug his hand down the bag and then plucked the Neera from their hiding spot. Aaron could now see that the small creature was a young female, with long white hair that was spilling out of a navy green beanie. Her crimson eyes were filled with fear as she glanced at each and every one of them, she immediately began struggling in Stephen's hand. 

"Let me go!" She snarled. 

"No way, rat!" Stephen barked as he ripped the pouch that was now revealed to be a makeshift backpack and handed it to Jerry, who quickly dumped the contents out to reveal the crumbs she had previously taken. 

"She took our chips." Jerry replied stiffly. 

"You little pest, that is our supplies!" Stephen growled. 

"Yeah, well maybe you shouldn't have fallen asleep with it open!" The tiny woman snapped back. 

Aaron let out a chuckle, this Neera had bigger balls than the two men who were looming over her. 

Stephen glared up at Aaron's amusement but then turned his attention back to the woman. "Do you know what your little stunt could have done to my survival?" 

"I'm trying to survive too!" A sense of panic slipped out of the Neera's shouts. 

"Come on, let her be," Aaron stood up. "It's not like she stole a lot at her size." 

"You know the rules," Jerry replied back. "No one steals from GB's supplies." 

"It was literally crumbs!" Aaron snapped. "Are we really gonna execute a Neera for stealing crumbs?"

"Execute?!" The Neera started flailing in the air, causing Stephen to adjust his grip in a fist. She let out a gasp as his grip grew tighter. 

"Yes, we are, and I know just the way to do it." Stephen stood up and marched out of the barn with Jerry following behind. 

Aaron could feel blood boiling, he was so sick of General Bargin's stupid rules. Does the leader not understand that other people are trying to survive? His community can do fine without a bag of chips but here is his entitled nephew ready to kill someone for fucking crumbs! It wasn't right and Aaron was tired of turning his head to pretend he was okay with this bullshit. 

He gripped the handle of the ax tighter and stormed out of the barn. Dawn had given the sky an eerie red color that gave a sense of dread inside Aaron. There wasn't much time until Sherry and Monnie arrived, so he had to act fast. 

The snarls of the zombie caught his attention, Aaron saw the two assholes crouched down by the corpse just out of arm's reach, however he saw Stephen dangling the Neera by her leg just above the zombie like she was a piece of bait for it to munch on. 

"You can have your fucking chips back!" The little woman shrieked out as she flailed around. "Just put me down!" 

"Aww but this guy needs to survive too..." Stephen chuckled as he lowered the Neera closer to the chomping zombie. "Just let him have a nibble." 

Aaron felt his stomach twist into a knot, it was sickening watching Stephen joke around with the poor girl's life. He didn't even have the decency to snuff her life out quickly, he wanted to watch her suffer and he had to find a sick sense of joy outta this. 

This bastard needs to die…

It almost felt like someone else was controlling Aaron's body as he hoisted the ax up, at any moment he could have stopped himself and looked away like he always did; but he didn't want to. Aaron swung his ax right into the side of Stephen's neck. There was a stunned silence in the air, the only noises coming from the hungry zombie. 

Without another though, Aaron ripped the ax out of Stephen's neck; blood gushed out of the gaping wound. He choked out a gurgle before lurching forward and collided with the bloodthirsty creature. 

The zombie sunk his teeth into Stephen's neck, intensifying the wound, no longer was he interested in the tiny Neera when bigger prey made itself more accessible. Stephen couldn't even let out a scream as he choked on his own blood. 

As for the Neera, she was released from her captor's grip. She slammed into the zombie's shoulder before slipping down and hitting his boney forearm, she tried to grip onto the raggedy shirt but the zombie's erratic movements caused her to plummet to the ground and land in Stephen's puddle of blood. A groan escaped her lips, Aaron hoped that was a good sign for her sake but he didn't have time to check as his attention turned to Jerry. 

Fear paralyzed the older man, everything happened so fast that he didn't have enough time to react before Aaron swiftly kicked Jerry forward, causing him to stumble into the zombie. The undead man stopped digging into Stephen and turned his attention to what bumped into him. His decayed fingers clamped down on Jerry's shoulders and he dragged himself over to the human. Jerry struggled to break free but a zombie's grip was almost inhumanly strong, rotten teeth sunk into Jerry's plump cheek and he let out a blood-curdling scream. He flailed around as much as the Neera did when she was captured except he looked more terrified than she did. 

"WHY AARON?!" Jerry cried out. 

But Aaron didn't breathe a word, he just stared at the torn up men before him. One was crying like a baby, the other was twitching in his final moments. These were guys who he risked his life in the past. They gave him a safe haven when the world went to shit, and now Aaron just threw his safety away. Once the boss hears about how his nephew was murdered by Aaron, he will surely be executed, but he didn't care anymore. 

Groans in the distance snapped Aaron out of his daze, he could see shambling corpses coming out of the woods nearby. Of course Jerry's screams were loud enough to alert every zombie nearby, motherfucker couldn't just die with dignity. At the same time, gunshots could be heard nearby, followed by a car swerving along the dirt road. Shit, it was Sherry and Monnie! If they see this mess, Aaron would be captured and brought back to the boss and Aaron didn't feel like dying yet. 

He scanned the ground for the little lady who got him into this mess. He quickly spotted her slipping around in the blood; thank god, she was alive! Without hesitation, he plucked her up between his fingers. The Neera yelped and squirmed to break free but Aaron curled his fingers around her in a loose fist. 

"We gotta go." Aaron spoke in a low tone. He didn't give her any time to answer before he ran towards the woods, zombies snarled and stumbled after the young man but he was too quick for them. 

The tiny woman never stopped squirming in Aaron's hand. Every punch or kick sent a spark up his arm that reminded Aaron that this was not his mind playing tricks on him. There was an actual Neera in the palm of his hand and he just threw away his life to save her.

[starr-finn]

I'll crawl home to them: Bain (Payday) x Reader

Author's note: This was written at 3 am and I actually cried writing it, so Powered by Black tea and potato chips this was wrote, enjoy this mildly angsty piece of work based on an AU I made where Bain faked his death, I tried to keep this as gender neutral as possible. Song to listen to while reading: Work song by Hozier

Warnings: Mentions of death, grief, pseudocide (fake death), depression, a lot of crying, happy and sad, maybe long, suicide mentions and mentions of violence, proceed with extreme caution, I don't wanna trigger someone

It was barely 4 in the morning when you had gotten the call, Bain had been killed. You're sweet, loving boyfriend had been killed by some fucker you didn't care to know. You knew that wolf and jacket would handle him, that fucking prick wouldn't make it out alive, you had been assured that. It took a day and a half for it to fully process, Bain was gone. You broke down in the middle of a work day, the news had shattered your whole world. It felt like you had nothing left in the world. you had considered taking your own life, but you knew Bain would have wanted you to stay strong, and that was what kept you going everyday, the idea of 'If not for me, than for him' and it worked for you.

You had seen the world in such a blurry shade of gray since you processed the news. All the color in the world had been sucked out and replaced with blacks, whites, and grays. The gang noticed the changes, but they never brought it up, you had lost someone important to you, after all. They all missed Bain so tremendously, but it was clearly hitting you the hardest. You didn't talk, sleep, or eat much, only when you felt like it, everything felt so hard, you could barely get out of bed most days. You had started wearing his clothes to sleep. It brought you a small sense of comfort, like he was still there with you, working, or just sitting around and talking to you. the lack of sleep was eating at you by this point, It had been about 3 days since you had last slept, and by this point, you were hallucinating, really bad, most of it was people, places, or moments in your life, but it all seemed to fall back to that call at 3 am, the one that brought the news that flipped your whole world over. The house was a mess, you just didn't have energy to get up and do anything, but you were also unbelievably angry.

Why? Why did this have to happen? Bain was the only person you had ever loved like that, and it had been so easily taken from you because of what? A fucking dentist who was a traitor? Suddenly you had a reason to get out of bed, to take care of yourself minimally. You wanted him to pay, and you wanted the feeling you got from that to last forever, and it felt like it did. Wolf and Jacket helped you kill the dentist, and It felt good, but it didn't fix everything, and then you started spiraling again, you cried so much more this go around. Why? why didn't killing the bastard make you feel better? It should have, right? You went back to not eating and sleeping all day, It was really all you had this time.

You had spent most days begging whatever was up there for Bain to just walk though the front door like nothing had happened, like he had just ran to the store for some beer or something, but he never did. You partially felt like it was your fault, if you had tried harder to protect him, If you had just been home when he was taken, maybe, just maybe, the love of your life would still be here with you. You felt like you were primarily to blame, but the gang never blamed you, and that made you angry. Why didn't they just say it? It was your fault, you could have done something, and yet, they never blamed you. You were kind of pulling away for a while, before you broke down again, and this time, you wanted to talk.

It had been about a 3 weeks before you spoke to Dallas about how you felt, and he listened. He understood everything you felt, he never compared how he felt to how you felt, he just listened. It helped, a lot. By the end of the month, you were able to clean up the house, take a nice hot bath, and eat some good food. You felt good, but, It didn't feel right to move on, you knew it never would. Bain had been with you through so much, and it hurt to think about dating someone else, but still, you persisted. You had started going back out on heists after 5 weeks, and you felt strong enough to carry on finally, you had finally accepted it.

Then you woke up to a man standing at the foot of your bed, and you immediately tried to jump out of bed to either run or fight back, whatever your body let you do. You were then grabbed and shoved back down onto the bed, you started kicking, throwing punches, biting at whatever you could, until you heard a familiar voice yell out in pain

"OW! fuck! Woah, Lovebug! It's me, Bain!"

And suddenly, time slows to a complete halt, and the lamp is turned on, and standing above you is the man you thought had been dead for a whole 6 months now, and you immediately hug him as tightly as you're able too. you both lay there, just clinging to one another, you crying and him trying his best to comfort you, lightly shushing you and occasionally kissing your head or cheeks. It felt like a dream, was this even real? Did the man you love crawl out of his fucking grave just to come back to you? The thought made you feel all fuzzy. Bain was alive somehow, and you had never been more happy. You slept the best you had in forever that night, and when you woke up, expecting him to have been a hallucination, but no, he was still laying in your arms, sleeping peacefully. He looked a bit different, but he was still Bain, the man you had fallen so helplessly for 3 years ago, and the man you had been so lucky to be dating for 2 years now. The thought of everything made you start quietly crying again. It didn't take much longer for Bain to wake up, and he immediately reached out and stroked your cheek, smiling softly. He could tell the gang he was alive later, right then, all you both wanted, was to be with each other.

Bain had made it pretty clear a few times before, but now had settled the idea for you, Even in death, Bain will always find his way back to you.

(Mild exhaustion edit: Bain now has a bite mark on his forearm from where you bit him in self defense)

[lunaremy]

BOMBERMECHANICS 101

So! I've been reviewing some information on these little guys now, and i've got a LOT to say about them. Which is why this is under a read-more lol. goes over a bunch of physiology and how bombermen compare to humans and other organic lifeforms.

STARTING WITH ANTENNAE!!

Everyone seems to have them. In the beginning of R 1, Pink calls it a "hair clip" in the beginning, which I find hard to believe. But black's drawn with hair...so what conclusion can be drawn from this?

Y'know how the antennae of ants is used to sense things? Same goes for the Bomberman Bros', but in a less..direct sort of way. For starters, it makes it possible to sense most forms of energy in the surroundings without some sort of external device, which is useful on missions. It's also what "recalls" the bombers when they get blasted away by explosions. Maybe like a sort of signal? So, understandably, losing it is pretty bad. (Now that I think of it, do humans have sensory organs, too? I forgot...)

ALSO, ON HOW THEY MIMIC HUMANS:

Y'know how Green's like super short because he's so little? Despite the fact that robots don't physically grow the way organic beings do, because they don't have cells? Consider the following: parts that grow autonomously as time goes by. Similar to humans, an internal clock controls that, and as the subject gets older, their arms and legs expand over time. With the moving parts being concealed by silicon skin, the process is virtually seamless! Isn't science beautiful? ...Also, the process is a little randomized for each one, resulting in bombers that are a little shorter or a little taller than usual at different chronological times (See Yellow and Aqua). In the end, though, they all average out to roughly the same height, because any more or less would be too much of a hassle on missions.

Also, same with blushing and other processes; there's no blood, of course. Not a drop! But any situation that would cause that reaction increases the amount of processes being computed at once; thus leading to an increase in body heat. You'd think they're naturally cold, but they're quite complex, and the amount of processes going on in there (kinda like the human body!) make them pretty warm, just like us.

ARE THEY JUST WALKING AROUND IN JUMPSUITS THE WHOLE TIME?:

No.

Or, to put it less bluntly: Imagine if the uniform you wore to school or work everyday was more or less embedded into your body, and you couldn't take them off. That's kinda the jist of it. Keeps your internal parts protected, and makes it easy to move during missions. Also, it looks cool. Of course, they wear tangible clothing during times of peace (Pink's belt accessory isn't built in by the way), but i'd imagine trying to run and fight while wearing anything that isn't the default clothing would be harder than it should be.

AND SPEAKING OF THE BELTS-WHAT'S THE DEAL WITH THEM?:

Huh! Well, as revealed in the Grand Prix trailer, the center portion of them can be pressed to reveal a section for data intake. Which is kinda weird, but it gives us answers! My personal take on that is that it's useful for way more than just using memory chips from what's essentially the bomberman version of universe-travelers. After White found out that it opens (there's a lot he doesn't know about the bomberbody which makes sense if you account for just how little the average human knows), he kinda just spent a long while messing with data chips and seeing what did what, or what effect this would have on that, and etc etc...you get the idea. So, kinda like a DVD player, but it plays the DVD in your mind. Also- it's literally built into your body; you can't get rid of it unless you wanna inconvenience yourself in a major way.

HOW ARE BOMBS MADE?

Magic hands, woo! But more technically, it starts in the torso. If you hold your hand out, gunpowder will flow from it, and it will be encased in metal (roughly the size of your hand, if not bigger.) That's also how pumped bombs exist- it's (mostly) through the hands! I'd imagine Green has trouble with that- but it's easy to make a bomb appear from your hands. Also, they don't have fire abilities or something, it just kinda ignites when you're done with it and you set it down. There's probably some discrepancies involved (white has to manually light a group of them in some cases) but it's almost midnight, and the differences are too few and far between for me to really mention.

OTHER HONORABLE MENTIONS:

You get scrapped if you end up broken beyond repair or are otherwise deemed "beyond saving". White got more serious as a person after Pretty Bomber was scrapped.

Despite being made from metal and other junk, the Bombermen are actually sorta flexible. White likes to stretch a lot. Says it helps him with his "joints", wherever they are....

Maintenance is MANDATORY!! Similar to humans, the bodies of bombermen will be prone to accumulating damage over time. It might not seem like a concern initially, but if they don't rest every once in a while, it hinders their basic functioning. That's also why they need sleep despite being mechanical lifeforms; it gives a lot of your internal processes' a much needed break after running for so long! Similarly to the way humans go to the doctor for a checkup; try to set aside some time for maintenance to make sure all your systems are running well.

And...that's all for today. Mostly headcanons, analysis and stuff, but i'm like really smart and stuff...or maybe just kinda loopy from sleep deprivation.

[runfast-runfar]

Loooong time, no update!

Have been having a bit of a rough time with a few different things, and so I took some time away.

9/9/23

✨ food stuff has. been. hard. I’m the heaviest I’ve ever been, the absolute most uncomfortable in my body that I’ve ever been, and I am 10000% over the freaking treatment program I’m in. I was at residential for 2 months which was very helpful, and in the beginning PHP was helpful, but now it’s just gotten to the point where I need to just get back to my life and apply the stuff I’ve learned. At this program in particular they are strict (even at IOP level) with what they allow you to eat. I genuinely have always been a healthier eater and I genuinely enjoy exercise. But when I am at program (which is still freaking 5 days a week even though I really should be three days a week by now) the dietitian who is there most often never lets me chose healthy options bc she’s convinced it’s my “ed”. I feel so lethargic and just unhealthy eating chips everyday and sodas, and “junk” food that I don’t prefer to eat. I also got diagnosed with something that has now become a liability issue for me to continue seeing my therapist there who I absolutely loved. So all in all, that has been awful and hard, and I am just over it.

✨ on top of that, there has been a big family thing that has resurfaced and just been emotionally hard to navigate. So it’s all been a lot.

✨ so this weekend has been chill so far and I plan on keeping that going! Today I read this cute little inspirational book my friend gave me for my birthday. Thea snuggled up too obviously! Went grocery shopping and tried fresh figs for the first time and I am officially in love! I went to an art and wine festival and got this super pretty bracelet by an artist who makes glass jewelry that uses some sort of element from the ocean in every piece. And now I’m laying in bed (re)watching The Act on Hulu lol

✨ I was going to do a peloton class today but I got on to start and just was not feeling it at all. I knew if I did it it would be unhealthily motivated so I chose to listen to my body and make today a rest day. Yesterday was a busy day with the climbing gym, weights after and then a peloton class too, so my body just wanted the day off I suppose.

✨ no plans today other than staying in bed with the AC blasting on me lol! Tomorrow I am going to the climbing gym in the morning and then going to take another relaxing day before my week starts.

✨ I hope you all have a wonderful weekend 🫶🏼

[spmwn]

Loot and Logic: Adventures in Everyday Raids

Snack Powered Mage Web Novel link

Today, we did a few dashes in Niles before deciding to get the new truck legal. That turned into a multi-hour adventure involving finding a notary, going to the title office, backtracking to the house for the handicap placard, and returning to the title office, only to finish at the BMV. About two hours after starting this quest, we finally had the truck officially moved into Milo's name.

Then came the next challenge: swapping out the old plates for the new ones. What should have been a quick task turned into a raid-tier ordeal. The previous owner, in their infinite wisdom, used some kind of rounded Phillips screws instead of regular hex-head plate screws. I had to drill those out.

Did I mention it was 28°F? That’s about − 2°C for those of you on the metric system. My fingers were numb by the time I got the final screw to relinquish its death grip on the plates. It took nearly three hours—well after dark—and a full arsenal of tools: screwdrivers, hammers, drill bits, and even vice grips, because one screw decided to act like a stubborn top. When I finally trudged into the house my glasses fogged up instantly as the warmth hit me.

Milo asked if I was ready to go to Walmart (or as I like to call it, the real-life Zoeverse ValueMart). 'Not really,' I thought while fumbling to put the tools away, but I said out loud, “Sure.” My body, however, had other plans. It demanded a pit stop on the white throne. Not one to waste time, I used the opportunity to dictate the shopping list while the rest of me took care of business.

With nature’s call answered, Milo and I headed to Walmart. Once there, I tackled the shopping list until I reached my hidden cookie mission. If there’s one cookie I love more than mini chocolate chip, it’s Great Value butter cookies. You know the kind: the ones that come in tins around the holidays, stacked in cupcake liners, each tin a treasure trove of buttery perfection.

The problem? They’re $15.88, which is a hefty price tag on a budget. My solution? Hide them. It worked brilliantly last year with a jumbo Hershey bar that dropped to $5 after New Year’s.

So, before they sold out, I stashed two tins of cookies in what I considered the most unlikely of places: the vacuum section and near food sealer bags. Flash forward to today. Armed with my trusty phone, I checked the first hiding spot in the vacuum aisle. Nothing. Someone had discovered my stash. Disheartened, I moved on to the second location, only to realize that every box in my reference photo was labeled in French.

At that moment, I realized I’m not Star Ride’s artist (the brilliant creator of my favorite Star Trek parody comic). So, what did I do? I turned to ChatGPT for a quick translation.

Turned out they were vacuum sealer bags. The kind you put food in and it sucks all the air out to maintain freshness. Away I went, a few aisles over, the irony not lost on me about where I chose to put the second tin. After a few minutes, I shifted a couple aside and saw a shiny curved tin. I pulled it out and resisted the urge to raise it above my head like Mario. I tossed it in my cart, shifted some stuff over it to hide it from view, and went back to groceries, my hard-earned loot secured.

About 15 minutes later I collected the rest and checked out, sorting through the mountain of stuff that occasionally fell if I turned too fast. Blip, blip, blip, bag, bag, bag, stack, stack, stack, until I reached my loot. I scanned it. 3.75. 'SCORE!' I thought, smugly double bagging it.

Sometimes my genius surprises me. Good thing I chose 2 tins instead of one. I think next year I might try for 3, just to be redundant.

[glitchbitchwritingblog]

😭 I love them so much! And like I picture Katla's home to be small(think tudor peasant house) but she has a set of good china that she uses everyday cause she's like "now My ma always said to use the good China for important folk,but who can be more important than those you love and care for?" So like her china has chips and cracks and has been glued together in certain areas. And if any of the boys broke something she would be THRILLED because well in katlas words: "Oh how lovely! A new memory for this lovely plate!" Like she makes sure the glass didnt hurt them or get in their food but she loves little happy accidents like that. Oh I can imagine katla would just love all of them so much >~<! And when she learns Flynt is blind,she helps him learn the layout of her home and starts labeling things in brail and she also makes him noise canceling ear muffs cause she's like "Being blind means your other senses must be even more sensitive than a non-blind person, so when the noise is too much,put these on baby and they should help a bit."

And like the southern women that inspired her,she calls everyone baby,sweetheart,Angel,dear,darling,lovey,and Honey. And she will let them help in the kitchen if they want,teaching them how to cook and writing recipies down for them (For flynt she'd write both in print and in Braille) so that even when she passes away they'll always have her recipies.

I can see Katla,when learning about any of the boys pasts(especially Flynts and Marigolds) she goes a bit off like :"Oh those awful people! How dare they treat anyone that way and cause you so much pain and harm!! Oh why I outta go get my good cast iron and beat the tar out of them! God's have mercy! You didnt deserve any of what they did baby!"and hugging them(with permission) and she means every word. You ever been hit with a cast iron pan? It hurts. ALOT. (Once dropped one on my toes!)

Also like when Mary learns about the boys" pasts,I so see her holding their hands and being like "If I ever see those meanies I'm gonna bite them reaaally super duper hard! Don't worry! I'll keep you safe from all the meanies!" Also I can see her covering them in stickers when she thinks they seem sad cause stickers make her happy. And if they have night terrors and it wakes her up one night,once the guy having them wakes up and is calming down,she would just toddle in with her stuffies and dollies and her favorite blanket(which is way to small for all of them) and giving them to them going "Mr.wiggles,Mrs.wiggles,Mr.Whiskers and Lady Lobster Tortallini the 3rd will keep you safe from all the bad dreams n scary monsters,and Mr.blankey will help you feel safe! Cause Mr.Blankey makes me feel safe! "

😭 the brain rot is reaaallll

I swear, the @mulberrycafe oc brainrot is reaaallll RN! And I cant help but think about how my own ocs would interact/treat them so imma just share my thoughts as they will not leave me be x3

Katla,my elderly DB, would FUSS SO MUCH over them! Especially Hewen,Wyrm,Marigold ,Flynt and Bass. Because shes sorta based off the southern grannies I grew up around,you bet your last septim she wold make sure these boys EAT. Cornbread,turnip greens,black eye peas,steaks,fish,gumbos and soups. And LOOORRDDYYY would she fuss over any injury they got and she would most certainly tend to them when they are ill. I can see her sneaking Wyrm some strawberry bon bons. And while she may forget her specs (or on particularly rough memory days,her pants) she never forgets what they're interested in. While she may not know much about their cultures and their full histories,she still tries to make her tiny cottage feel like home for them.

Mary would be absolutely enthralled by all of them and ask them 100000s of questions. She would also bring them books,neat rocks,and cool bugs she finds. In Flynts Case,she will use words to help paint an image in his mind of what gifts she has given him or what the clouds she was watching looks like. I can also see her bringing Marigold lots of neat flowers and shells. Bass would be one big jungle gym to her,and a fixer of booboos.

Just hnnngghhhh I love all of them so much 😭

[sapphic-woes]

Cassandra with a mythical figure?

Maybe Medusa

Kassandra x Medusa!Reader

You'd long ago resolved to living in solitude.

At first, you'd been normal. Born like any other child in your village. You had friends, a family, pestering boys and lingering fascinations with the pretty girls in your village. Overall, your life had begun fairly mundane, simple, and undeniably as a human.

Then one day, you lost everything.

At a single glance from you, others turned to stone. A curse from the gods, you were told. For which, the ones you used to call your loved ones reasoned, you had to die for.

You'd escaped of course, but that had been centuries ago. Now you lived in this lonely cave, not daring to go outside ever again.

People scared you, centuries of being hunted down and attacked at any given day could do that to a person. You pieced together from the "heroes" who tried to kill you that your existence had become...some sort of legend over time.

Apparently, you were simply a monster to the rest of humanity now. An evil, beastly thing who had to be cut down.

So...why was she so different?

"I just want to listen to you." Her hushed whisper made you flinch. You hide behind a rock, the snakes making up the strings of your hair hissing at her in warning. You soothed them down in fear she'd hear them.

This woman had come prepared, with a blindfold on and warm smile on her face. You stared at her from behind the rock, taking in her tan skin and broad shoulders. In your day, you'd never seen a woman like her before. You didn't know what to think of it.

Your little snakes had exposed your hiding spot pretty quickly, but rather than charge, the woman had simply...faced you and sat down. She'd tilted her head, waited, then tried again.

"...I can hear, uh, your hair you know. I know you're there. Just a few words will do." You were so confused by her actions that you found yourself complying.

"W-why? Your voice was weak, hardly even whisper. How long had it been since you'd last spoken aloud? The woman smiled.

"The legends of course. They say that while a single glance upon you turns a man to stone, hearing your voice can bring the dead back to life. I wanted to see it for myself..." The woman paused, sheepishly scratching her cheek.

"Ah, given what you’re more known for, I suppose I should have clarified. I have not come to kill you, Medusa...just to listen."

After that, she visited you with the blindfold everyday, chipping away at your fear. At first she merely talked to you, and for the first time in centuries you had a friend. 

She was the first person to ever listen and the first to find out what really happened to you. When Kassandra heard the story, her heart only broke for you...and it was the first time you'd ever been able to actually grieve what you'd lost.

That was when you started to fall for her, but you didn't know what to do. You were so awkward that conversations were hard to keep up with at times. You didn't know how to confess to someone, let alone her.

But one day, when she says she's going to be off on a contracted job for a long time, you find yourself panicking.

What if she forgot you? What if she never came back? What if–

Before you knew it, you were softly kissing her on the lips, and you could see her eyebrows lift up past her blindfold. Oh no. 

The kiss was followed by a stuttered out "come back soon," and then you scramble back, disappearing deeper into the cave before she could reach out and grab you.

You watched, relieved your hair was also silent as you waited. Kassandra was frozen, still where you left her for a moment before she nodded. To your surprise, she cocked her head in your direction, somehow able to find you despite the blindfold.

“I’ll be back, and once I return, I’ll be the one to kiss you.” The words made your skin tingle, and then she was gone.

When she came back, she did not forget her promise.

"Medusa," she murmured the title into your ear, and you shivered as she gently held your hands down above your head. You gasped, loving how you stretched around her fingers. Kassandra hummed as if to savor each sound you let out, voice rough as she continued.

"I cannot believe you’re a monster. Not when you sound so lovely..."

Medusa. You used to hate that name. You didn’t know when you were given it. It used to be people screaming your name before they tried to kill you. Then it was simply monster. One day, it became Medusa. It was nothing but a battle cry to you. But when she whispered it?

"You’re so beautiful, Medusa..." Kassandra sleepily murmured into your ear as you lay together. You didn’t remember the last time someone had told you that. It made tears fill your eyes, and you let yourself smile, giddiness bubbling up in your chest. 

For the first time in ages, Kassandra made you feel human again.

[eddiesdice666]

Everything and nothing (EddieXfemreader)

Category: Fluff

Warnings: Mentions of weed-cussing-flirting-almost a kiss-skipping class-mentions of anxiety-Sexual craving (No smut)

About: You've always had your eye on Eddie Munson, and unbenounced to you, he had his on you. 

 

Hawkins High is a crowded school. So many faces decorate the hallways, consuming the eyes of tired students as they gloomingly walk to their next class. Underwhelming to most, they're just faces, so many to look at everyday. But, to you, they're masterpieces, permanently engraved into the walls of your brain to come back to and admire later.

Eddie is a loud and overwhelming soul. His face is one that you come back to quite often, you're very fond of it. The way his long curly hair frames his fetchers, his brown eyes like pools of chocolate, digging into yours from across the cafeteria. The tattoos on his forearms and left peck are always on your mind like they are on his skin, permanent. The rings on his fingers, silver and cold. You wonder what it's like to feel them against your skin, digging into your smooth flesh.

The hairs on your arms stand up at the thought. You blink a couple times before turning back to your paper, scratching down some notes that you'll never use. You're an average student, holding onto Cs for dear life. An art kid, and it shows on every worksheet you receive. The snakes and smiley faces that adorn the edges of your paper always bring a smile to your teachers' face. The chips of black nail polish fall on your paper like pencil shavings. You haphazardly brush them off, looking up and the clock, 11:35 twenty minutes.

His leg bounces up and down, twirling his pencil to the beat of Metallica running through his ears. The paper sitting in front of him has yet to be written on, sister to the ones neatly stacked in the top of his locker. Eddie has some sort of organized order to him, though you may not see it on the outside. His brain is like sheet music, chaotic, but it makes a beautiful song when you put it all together. He looks up at the clock, twenty minutes. 'Almost there' He thinks to himself.

Lunch, the one time in his day where he can actually get a good look at you. He knows you stare at him, he feels your eyes burning into the side of his face. He wants to go up and talk to you, but he's too nervous, he would never admit that tho. Eddie believes that you're from a heaven he doesn't believe in. You're radiant, a light that he can not put out no matter how hard he tried to. A magnetic field put there to suck him in, and it's slowly working.

The bell rings, both of you shoot out of your chairs and run out the door. He shoves his paper in his locker, jogging through the bodies of hungry teenagers and into the cafeteria. You run in shortly after him, Sitting at your spot across from the Hellfire table. You look up at him, making eye contact immediately. He looks away, face turning crimson as he smiles at his feet as a fight or flight response. You giggle, bringing his attention back up to you.

This is the most you two have interacted with one another, and it's making the loud and overwhelming soul of Eddie Munson, a bit soft. 'Should I go over there?' You think to yourself, he's thinking the same thing, but he comes up with his answer a bit quicker then you could come up with yours. He jumps up from his set and makes his way over to you, plopping down next to you, The smell of weed and guitar polish overrides your senses, making the butterflies explode in your stomach.

"Hey" He says, leaning against the table to get a better view of your features. You smile back, your shy demeanor stabbing him like a needle. "Hello" His grin brightens at the sound of your voice as he tries to think of something else to say. "You like to stare" Your face turns bright red, and you try to hide it in your hands, making him chuckle. "It's ok, I do too" You smile at him, regaining your composure, but the red never leaves your face as you look in his eyes.

"I've been wanting to talk to you for a while now" He startes off "But alas, you make me a little shy" You're taken aback by this statement "Eddie Munson? Shy?" You respond. He laughs a little, bringing a smile to your face "I know, I know. It's confusing me too" You two sit and keep conversation for the whole lunch period. You didn't expect him to be so gentle and kind with you, but you aren't complaining.

The bell rings, you both groan in annoyance at the abrupt ending to your time together "Wanna skip?" He asks 'skip? Should I?' You think to yourself. You bite your lip, breaking eye contact for a split second "sure" "Perfect" He grabs your hand, pulling himself and you from the table, making a beeline to the doorway and leading you out into the hallway.

The cool autumn air hits your face. You breathe it all in, missing its refreshing feeling. "Where will we go?" You ask, he looks back at you with a mischievous grin on his face, holding out his hand for you to take it again, "You'll see" Your heart starts beating quicker with excitement as he starts pulling you towards the running track.

The gravel crunches under your feet, kicking one of the bigger pebbles out of habit. Eddie copies you, kicking one in the general direction of where yours went. You squeeze his hand harder, wondering if it's normal to hold someone's hand this quickly and for this long after just meeting, but you go with it, enjoying the safe feeling that it gives you.

He walks you towards the edge of the forest, causing you to stop abruptly. "What's wrong?" He asks with a confused expression across his face. "What's in there? Why are we going in there?" You reply, starting to ramble "Hey hey" Eddie interjects, moving to face you and resting a calest palm on your cheek "Don't worry that beautiful brain of yours" You nod lightly, hoping that he can't hear your heartbeat getting faster "I wouldn't bring you here if I wasn't damn sure it was safe, ok?" You nod again, leaning into his hand ever so slightly.

Smiling down at you, he turns back to the forest, slowly leading you inside the wall of pine trees. About three hundred meters in, there's an opening of trees with an old wooden picnic bench in the middle. "See! Safe" He says looking down at you "Safe" You reply. Both of you walk over to the table, sitting down across from each other. "You're the only reason why I go to lunch" You say, breaking the comfortable silence.

He tilts his head to the side "Oh yeah?" You nod your head "I say this in the lowest form of creepy, but you're fascinating to watch" he doesn't say anything in return, so you keep going "I have a thing for faces. They tell me stories and I enjoy listening to them. It gives me something to think about, it calms me. Your face tells fascinating stories. They help me fall asleep, and they help me wake up"

Eddie just looks at you, confused and amused at your words. "I promise I'm not crazy" You say, covering your mouth to suppress the giggles coming out of it. He chuckles "We're all a little crazy, aren't we, Y/l/n?" You nod, blushing and looking down at your fingers, picking at your black nail polish. "Why don't you ever sit with anyone at lunch?" You look back up at him, your smile fades slightly. "I don't have any friends" You look back down at your hands timidly.

You moved here with your dad last year and havent found your spot in hawkings yet. You're a shy person, with some anxiety. Talking to people and taking the initiative is a struggle for you. Eddie understands how you're feeling. He's alway had a hard time connecting with people. He has a steady friend group now, but it was hard to pull it all together.

"Listen, I don't know what's drawing me to you. Maybe it's how beautiful you are, or maybe it's deeper than that. All I know is that I want to be your friend" He grabs your hands and holds them in the middle of the table. "Let me be your friend" You smile, nodding quickly. "Yes!" He says, pumping his fist into the air. Your laughter fills his ears, making him smile along with you.

"You aren't as scary as people put you out to be" He scoffs, "No, I'm horrifying" He replies, flipping his curly brown locks. "Absolutely terrifying" You play along "Disgusting" He leans in closer to you "Petrifying" You do the same, getting closer and closer with every playful insult.

Your noses are only millimeters apart now. You can feel his warm breath on your tender lips. He looks down at them, then back up into your eyes. Your lips part open just the slightest bit, enough to get the air that was just sucked from your lungs back into them. He gulps, you watch as his adam's apple bobs in his throat. "Nervous, Munson?" You accuse boldly. He moves in closer "No, but you are" He whispers. "You cocky bastard" "Oh you love it" You smile, looking down at your hands.

His pointer finger and thumb bring your gaze back up to his. "I love making you all flustered" He leans in further, you close your eyes, waiting for some sort of contact. He snickers, getting up from his seat "What the fuck" You say in disbelief. He laughs obnoxiously "Gotcha!" You cross your arms and glare at him "You wanted it tho!" you protest "I will not confirm, nor deny that accusation"

He leans over the table, looking down into your y/e/c eyes. "Just wait, my child" He says, putting a hand on your cheek "You'll get to taste the lips of Eddie Munson soon" You giggle "You're making it seem as though I'm desperate" "Are you not?" You bite your lip, trying to come up with a snarky response. You stand up, now at eye level with him "You wish, Munson" You lightly smack his left cheek twice, before getting up and running out of the clearing. A stunned and laughing Edding Munson running after you.

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A/n: Hello! I hope you enjoyed this! Ik it's kinda cheesy. they were moving a little fast, but it's whatever. Please request anything if you have something that you're interested in! I would really appreciate it (: 

Okie! that's all I have. I hope you have a good day/night!

-Georgia <3

(Line creddit: @plumycake)

[tomanpeach]

🤍 valentine's day with mikey 🤍

a/n: idk where scooby doo came from, forgive me lmaoo hc mikey tries so hard for love pls cherish him

content: it's all fluff m8

there was no way mikey forgot about valentine's day. you had been asking him for weeks what the two of you were going to do for your first valentine's day together. every time he'd simply said, "you'll see."

everyday since february 1st you'd been guessing, too. ice skating? mikey said he doesn't know how. dinner? too predictable, you deserve something better. romantic getaway? sorry, no.

there were hundreds of things you loved about mikey, maybe even thousands, but the way he kept secrets so fucking well was not one of them.

each time you brought up valentine's day he gave you a small, reassuring smile and moved on without giving anything away. not even a single clue. you practically vibrated with excitement every time you let your mind wander considering what he might have planned.

but when you walk into his house that night, you're surprised to find... nothing.

there are no big red heart balloons in the entryway, no rose petals on the tabletop, not even a happy valentine's day from your boyfriend when he greets you at the door with a kiss.

okay, so he forgot.

"so happy you're here, baby," he holds your face in his hands, squishing your cheeks slightly as he looks at you with adoration in his eyes. "go sit, i'll grab us snacks."

with that, he disappears into the kitchen. the night wasn't special at all. after all his teasing smiles and 'you'll see's, it felt just like any other night.

mikey comes back into the room balancing two bowls of chips, a sleeve of oreos, and two drinks. he arranges them on the table and flops down into the seat next to you. smiling at you briefly, he takes one of your hands and holds it in his lap while he turns on the tv.

"am i gonna sit here and watch you play video games?" your tone sharpens suddenly. mikey replies evenly, "no, i'm putting on a movie."

you feel a bit sick as he clicks through the movies on the tv. he lifts your hand to his lips and presses a kiss to your knuckles. "mikey," you mutter, not sure what you even want to say. selecting a title, he looks over at you, head cocked to one side, "yes, m'dear?"

"what are we doing?" you try not to frown but it proves too difficult to hold back.

his thumb strokes the back of your hand tenderly, "watching scooby doo."

"mikey."

"scooby doo 2: monsters unleashed."

he's looking at you like you should understand why he's chosen such an obscure movie. and one you'd already seen.

"why?" your brows furrow. "we've already watched that together."

"right."

realization crashes over you like a wave. the night wasn't supposed to feel like any ordinary night: it was supposed to feel familiar.

it had been almost a year since you and mikey had watched this movie together for the first time. you could hardly remember how it had even come up, but when mikey heard you hadn't seen scooby doo 2: monsters unleashed, it shocked him to his core. you'd laughed hysterically at his frantic reaction: we have to put it on now. i'm not fucking joking. stop laughing. you need to see this movie. you had immediately gone over to his house for the first time. he got you a drink, and looted his kitchen for snacks, finding chips and oreos.

as you finished the movie, mikey had laid his head in your lap and asked what you thought. "it was cute and silly," you had smirked down at him. "like you, when you found out i'd never seen it."

the look he gave you then was one of deep fondness. you had held his gaze as you ran a hand through his hair. "will you go out with me?" he had asked, voice smaller than you'd ever heard it. "i like you so much, i can't take it anymore."

the two of you considered that night to have been your first date.

"i guess it's not the best idea for valentine's day," mikey's hand cups the back of his neck as he suddenly feels embarrassed. "i thought it would be cute to recreate our first date. i guess it didn't–"

you cut him off with a kiss, climbing into his lap. his arms snake around your waist. you feel him smile against your mouth. "this is so sweet," you beam, pulling away. "the absolute sweetest. i love you." "i love you more," he says back.

you kiss him again but stop when you notice his eyes flick behind you for a split second.

"do you want to watch scooby doo, mikey?"

"i really do."

you throw your head back and laugh before snuggling into his arms.

[onlyswan]

punisher | jjk

→ pairing: jungkook x f!reader

→ genre: smut, strangers

→ warnings: oc likes stealing lol, exhibitionism, oral (m & f receiving), use of the word slut, hairpulling, mouth fucking, penetrative sex, protected sex, overstimulation, cum eating, squirting

→ word count: 3k

summary: either i’m careless or i wanna get caught.

note: started thinking of silver jk during my insufferable class today i’m sry sue me

~*~

you dig your hands in the pockets of your hoodie as the familiar smell of the convenience store welcomes you. other times it makes you feel sick, but tonight’s the kind of night when familiar is somehow comforting. sparing a glance at the newly-hired cashier (you go here everyday without fail and this is the first time you see her), you head to farthest shelf and browse through the snacks, getting a feel on what you should get for tonight’s all-nighter.

running your hand through them, the faint sound of plastic crunching and creating friction with your fingers, you smoothly grab whatever you land on at the count of five and dig your hand back in your pocket to leave it there. you turn around to slide through the third row, doing the same thing before moving on to the next aisle.

you purse your lips together as you stare at the selections, contemplating if a bag of chips can still fit in your small treasure chest. do i take my chances? “i saw that,” your heart almost jumps out of your chest upon hearing a deep voice so close to your ear. the man beside you dumps a gigantic bag of cheetos in his basket before looking at you with an amused glint shining on his wide doe eyes. this guy, he isn’t so bad. very good looking.

but see, you don’t get nervous easily. you socialize on a daily basis to take advantage of opportunities and create connections, like incase you pass out while doing your assignment and your hardworking seatmate you’ve been charming since the first day of school takes pity on your pouting and exhausted face per se. or how you’ve been gathering dirt on your dean and professors because you love chatting it up with the librarian who shushes anyone who breathes as she tells you about who she saw together at the sauna. but don’t tell anyone i told you about this. you just giggle and playfully zip your mouth before you gather the books you checked out in your arms, waving a small goodbye to her and make mental notes as you walk through the hallways.

“you saw nothing.” you say casually, heading to the refrigerators to find something that will quench your thirst. you’ve always enjoyed the cool air harshly blowing on your face, taking too long to close the door as if you haven’t already decided what to get. he follows your footsteps, facing you as he leans on the fridge beside you with a mocking grin painted on his face where a strand of silver hair dangles. the rest of his hair is in a messy ponytail. his black shirt also sports his tattoo sleeve that’s so hard to peel your eyes away from. his big arms are also bulging. yeah, a fucking cocky good looking tattooed silver haired bastard who is physically incapable of minding his own business.

“you know the kitkat is peaking out, right?”

your eyes immediately drops to check it, and he is right. “fuck you,” you grumble as you push it deeper in your pocket. “i’m a broke college student. let me have a break.”

“a criminal record for stealing kitkat wouldn’t exactly look good on a college student.” he points out, raising his perfect eyebrows.

“who said anything about criminal records? i’m not gonna get caught.” you quickly snatch an iced tea and start to walk away but he blocks your path. you huff and roll your eyes in irritation, crossing your arms as you stare up at him. okay, very tall, too. wouldn’t mind climbing, just saying.

“i literally just caught you. you do know i can tell you off right now?”

“are you blackmailing me?” you gasp, pointing your index finger at him in accusation. his lips slightly part as he stares at you in disbelief.

“no! what i’m trying to say is-”

you smirk, training your eyes towards the counter. you cut him off. “if you rat me out, she’ll most likely lose her job for being asleep while i snatched shit off the shelf.” he follows your gaze and sees the clearly sleep deprived cashier whose face is flopped down. there’s only the two of you inside the store.

“how is that my problem? she shouldn’t have been hired in the first place if she can’t stay awake to do her job.” annoyed because you cut him off earlier, he bites on the inside of his cheek as he looks back on your unwavering presence.

“ah, you’re so tense. have some conscience. life is hard. people need to eat and sleep.” you offer him a sweet smile and advances in another attempt to leave, but he obstructs the way again.

“you’re the one being tense, babe. i’ll pay for the shit you snatched off the shelf.” he imitates your words. you inwardly grimace at the pet name and blink up to him in pretend surprise. you take out the snacks from your pocket and drop them on his basket, a ‘i-can’t-believe-this’ smile once again making a way on his face with a slight shake of his head when he sees that you took more than he initially thought. she is definitely sly.

“well, i won’t say no to that. will you buy me ramen too?” you don’t wait for an answer. two packs of ramen fall on top of his precious bag of cheetos. he watches your every move as you explore around the store, the sway of your hips and how good your ass looks in those leggings hypnotizing him. he starts to feel uncomfortable in his own pants and he secretly adjusts himself. you appear infront of him again with a pleased expression.

he clears his throat. “so, anything else you want? none of these are healthy. you know, considering you’re a college student.” he curses himself when your face brightens.

“oooh, now that you mention it yogurt also sounds nice.”

fuck, i was just supposed to buy cheetos and leave. what the hell did i get myself into? maybe i should’ve kept my mouth shut.

he peers at your smiling face, your eyes following the every move of the cashier who had a meltdown in front the two of you when she realized she’s been asleep for only god knows how long, the beeping of the barcode reader filling the devoid store. once all been’s paid for, you slide an iced coffee towards her, ignoring jungkook’s unreadable expression. he told you his name when he took out his credit card, by that way. it suits him well, you think. jungkook. it slides off real nice on your tongue. “that’s for you.”

“h-huh?” the poor young woman stutters.

“fighting!” you cheer for her before turning away to leave, a small ‘thank you’ dying in her throat as you’re dragging jungkook by the hand and the warmer air outside envelopes you once again.

“aren’t you going to thank me yet?” he can’t believe you had the audacity to give other people a drink that HE paid for, he doesn’t even know when you took the coffee, but then again you were about to steal. he shouldn’t be surprised anymore. frankly speaking, he’s more amused and a bit of lost.

“no, because i will pay you back.”

“you don’t have to. you said you’re broke.” he responds in confusion. “just say thank you.”

“it won’t cost me money, that is if you’re fine with it.” you shrug, hooking your hand over shoulder that is carrying the plastic bag. “do you want a blowjob?”

jungkook almost chokes on his own spit. “what the fuck?”

you giggle at his bewildered face. “what? you were checking me out!”

and in your own words - well, i won’t say no to that.

and that’s how jungkook ended up having his cock down your throat, your head bobbing up and down as you suck greedily on his long and thick length.

“oh, fuck, fuck, fuck!” he moans out, hips jerking unconsciously to make you take more of him. you roughly pin him to the wall as you close your eyes and envelope the entirety of his cock in your mouth, challenging your gag reflex ever than before. damn, is he packing.

his hands find your hair when he felt your tongue swipe repeatedly on his balls. he chokes out a gasp, the pleasure overpowering his senses. he twitches inside your mouth as you work diligently on his shaft. the streetlamp’s faint glow shines on your seductive figure, and he’s sure it doesn’t do your beauty justice. “oh, what did you just- ah shit, you’re a fucking sin.”

he shoots up again, making you gag and your throat deliciously constrict around him. you pull away and quickly resort to jerking him off as if someone’s going to take him away from you, ducking down to ravish his balls with your tongue. his senses are heightened as his heart is pounding against his chest, the deserted dark alley you’re at oddly making this entire situation more enthralling for him. he can feel everything - your saliva soaking his cock, your small and soft hand stroking it with just the right amount of pressure that makes his head spin and knees pathetically tremble, and your mouth, giving and torturous as you lick and suck on his balls.

“holy fuck, you’re so eager for my cock, hmm?”

you moan in response, purposely making him vibrate with more pleasure. once you had your fun, your lips trail up from his base to his tip, teasingly licking on his head.

“such a good fucking slut for me.” he mutters out a praise that makes you wetter. damn it, you’re dripping through underwear, your neglected center crying out for stimulation. with hazy eyes, he angles his hips and makes you swallow him again.

your eyes widen when you feel a slight sting on your scalp, his hand gripping your hand harshly as he keeps you in place. “i’m gonna fuck your mouth. be a good girl and stay still for me, okay?” your soft and teary eyes looking up to him almost makes him come right there and then. what a goddess.

you moan around his girth and nod, holding on to his thighs for balance as he starts thrusting his hips. “oh fuck, you feel so good. so fucking filthy, offering to suck me off out in the open like this.” he picks up his pace, your jaw remains slack as you try your very best to keep up with his relentless assault. the lewd sounds makes your eyes roll back, feeling unbelievably horny from giving a goddamn blowjob. he’s so fucking hot. and rich, too.

“i’m so close. god, oh shit - you’ll swallow all of it. all of it.” he demands through gritted teeth, movements teetering as he nears the climax of his pleasure. upon hearing his desperate whines and curses, you fondle with balls to help him get closer to the edge.

“ahh, holy fucking shit! slut, take all of it. i know you can.” he shoves his entire cock down your throat, you choking around him finally triggering his release as spurts of cum explodes in your mouth. he feels like his body is on his fire, pure euphoria running in his veins as he still fucks you through his orgasm, you feel him twitch until he blisses out and empties himself. he slumps back on the wall, panting hard as sweat trickles down his temples.

you stick out your tongue to show him that you swallowed every drop of his cum. he smiles and tucks the hair that sticked to your forehead behind your ear. “good girl,” he’s ashamed to admit he feels himself harden again at the sight as he pulls up his pants.

you stand up, wincing as you at last register the pain from kneeling. i should’ve worn sweatpants. leggings are so fucking thin. my poor knees.

“you taste very nice.” you tell him with a giggle, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand.

“oh really?” jungkook grins, arms snaking on your waist to pull you closer to his body. you moan softly when he starts nipping at your neck. “i want to taste you, too. let me return the favor. that was amazing.”

you lightly push him away and he looks at you in confusion. “i sucked you off as payment for earlier. if you return the favor, won’t that make it null and void?”

he huffs a breath. “i don’t give a fuck about that anymore. i want you.” he groans with extreme need, slotting himself back to your neck to leave hickeys on your skin.

“okay, fine. do you have a condom?” your voice comes out quiet as you savor the feeling of his ministrations, his tongue soothing what he previously bit.

“yes, i do.”

“i’m already wet. please, i need you inside of me.”

he doesn’t waste time. your legs are around his waist as he insatiably fucks your pussy into another orgasm, your back pressed to the wall as you make out sloppily, swallowing each other’s moans.

“oh god, so big. you’re reaching so deep.” you cry out as you surrender to the pleasure he’s giving you. he purposely grinds on your clit every thrust, making your toes curl and your eyes roll back. the squelching sounds of your wetness and his balls slapping against your eyes. the scent of sex hanging on in the air. drunk on his lips, his tongue. completely enamored by the tattoos inked on his skin as your nails dig in his arms. jungkook and everything he’s doing consumes your entire being at that moment.

“are you gonna come for me again?” he smirks against your mouth, driving his cock rougher and faster as your scrunches up in divine rapture, never been fucked this good before that you hold on tighter to his broad shoulders not wanting to let go of the feeling just yet. but it’s too much. too much. you uncontrollably tremble in his arms as your orgasm hits you harder than the one before this, clenching around his length like a vice. through gritted teeth and hisses of curses like a forbidden prayer he spits it out, he fucks you through your orgasm before spilling his load in the condom not long after.

jungkook doesn’t give you time to breathe. you find his head between your thighs, almost forgetting that he mentioned he wanted to taste you, too. his warm and wet muscle makes contact with your slit, sliding up to your clit with a flick before diving down to feast on your juices. you jerk at the overstimulation, but you didn’t want him to stop. “fucking hell, your tongue is incredible.”

you swear you can feel him smirk as he wraps his plushy lips around your clit and sucks greedily, eyes closed and head moving from side to side. he laps at the new wave of juices that gushes out of your core and comes back up to torture you with other wordly pleasure. without thinking, you take off his ponytail and it slides off smoothly. might have to ask about his conditioner. you grasp his shiny silver hair in your hands to shove his face closer to your core, grinding your hips as you slowly become devoted to his wicked tongue.

your heart thunders in your chest as an overwhelming feeling blooms in your belly, “oh, oh god, shit, wait. stop! jungkook, i’m going to-” but you cut yourself off with a squeal when he shakes his head, covering your face as you squirt all over his face.

despite the ringing in your eyes and dazed mind, you see his shocked face soaked with juices. “see? i told you to stop!” you croak out, shakingly tugging off your hoodie to wipe him with it, leaving you only in a cami top.

“are you shitting me? that was goddamn hot. i want to see you do it again.” his wide doe eyes shine with mischief, licking his lips to taste more of your essence. “you taste very nice too, by the way.”

it’s your turn to look at him in disbelief, but you quickly recover to hide the smile growing on your face. “getting ahead of ourselves, are we? buy me a coffee. you tired me out, you horny freak.”

he looks around the alley you’re at, almost forgetting where you are at the first place. there’s no way no one heard the two of you, he thinks to himself. he helps you fix yourself before making himself presentable again. he redoes his ponytail twice.

“sure, then let’s do it again?” he asks excitedly, intertwining your hands with his and picking up the plastic bags you hastily dropped a while ago.

“no! i need to study for my test tomorrow. i have priorities.”

“oh, come on.” he whines, opening the door to the convenience store again.

the cashier looks at the two of you with big eyes, now fully awake.

being only in a cami top, the countless marks jungkook left on you are uncovered. oh well.

you smile at her and wave until the man before you drags you towards the coffee machine. quite literally. you wince as your legs are still shaky. “can you calm down?”

“do you really need to study?” he asks for second time as you wait for the plastic cup to be filled.

“we just met. why are you already so fucking needy?”

“you gave me the best blowjob of my life! and you’re really pretty when you squirt. i need to see you do that under good lighting. this town should invest in better streetlamps.” his unholy grin binds you under a spell, and you notice a mole under his bottom lip.

you gulp as you recall the previous events that occured earlier. i really need that coffee.

your staring gets interrupted when you both turn your heads towards the cashier who gasped scandalously, and is now covering her mouth in embarrassment.

you sigh and blow on your piping hot beverage. “you dumbass, i think we broke her.”

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Ahhh I love your writing sm!! Could I request how the brothers would react to an MC that's super doting and overly loving from the get-go?. Always insists on helping w cooking duty, brings the brothers coffee if they look busy, etc? pls & ty!

Tbh I don't really have a love language over than verbal but this speaks to me

In game I make my MC very much like this, overly positive and always wanting to help. Not because I have to, I could easily pick more honest or teasing options but when it comes to it. My first instinct/Response is those options because I like the idea of being helpful to people

It's only when people start using that for their advantage or make me help them out even though I'm busy or just don't want to do it. That's when there's an issue.

Lucifer:

"oh~ Luci! You still working?"

You peered over at him at his desk, peaking from the space between the wall and the stair railing

He looked up at you with a tired expression, frowning

"I am, what do you need?"

you trotted down the rest of the steps, walking over to him with a bright smile

A tray in hand with coffee and biscuits and apple slices

"I made these for you, I know it isn't much but you're always working so hard... perhaps I can help?"

Lucifer wasn't too surprised, you were always offering your help whenever you could but it still surprised him you were so quick to offer

He didn't know how you had all that energy to face the day and then do more for others but he always enjoyed your company

"be my guest."

You grabbed a mini stool and sat beside him, you'd read over papers with him, massaging his hand whenever you noticed it cramped

He shared the snacks you got him and even revealed the mini snack draw he had in his desk

He put a finger to his lips with a smile

"don't tell my brother's, this will be just between you and me."

He showed you what he had and you picked whatever caught your fancy, happily eating as you looked over the papers

Mammon:

He wasn't use to Someone being nice to him so when you came along and offered acts of service - he was blown away!

Even over time he wasn't really use to it

Speaking of you and your acts or service; you were whistling a happy tune

A thick wallet in your pocket, you headed straight to mammons room

It was as if he could smell the money, he rushed to your side and started eyeing the wallet

"Stop peeking - it's a gift."

He looked at you confused but was grinning

"oh? The great Mammon can't refuse a gift!"

You placed the wallet in his hand, he let out a yelp at the weight of it

It was completely loaded!!! It was stuffed with money!

He couldn't believe it - it had to be a trick! There was no way you were giving him this much money!

"Are ya playing with me? Ha ha human."

"no tricks, you've been struggling with your debt to the witch's so I thought I'd help, I heard you've been getting in trouble with Lucifer more because of it so I wanted to help!"

He didn't even realize he teared up, he jumped towards you and hugged you close

Nuzzling your faces together as he hugged you tight

"You-! YOU DAMN HUMAN- NO YOU ANGEL! YOU'RE THE BEST THING THAT'S HAPPENED TO ME!"

You patted his arm, laughing and it wasn't long before he was planning to spend a big splurge on you despite his issues with money already

Levithan:

He was shuffling into his room, headphones on and just starting to calm down

Today was hectic so he was happy to finally be back home

"Evening! Don't worry, I still used the secret password."

"HUH-?! THAT'S NOT- WHY ARE YOU IN MY ROOM?!"

He threw his headphones off, face bright red

He should of known you were up to something, you kept humming whenever you entered his room

Talking about cleaning up after himself but he kept forgetting due to getting distracted

"I noticed it's gotten really messy so I decided to clean it for you but before you say anything, I know you hate when it's cleaned because you don't know where anything so I've labelled where everything has been stored if it's changed places."

He was still upset, he REALLY hated it when things are changed without him knowing first

But he looked around the room and sure enough, things were still in the cupboards and places he stacked them in and the labels were correct

Everything was completely organized! All the piled up ramen was even gone!

He exhaled a long breathe calming himself down, he was happy - really really happy

"Thanks.... just - can we arrange something next time? But I do like what you did! It looks nice - it's much better now!"

"of course, I'll ask next time - also~ I got you some special ruri-chan themed chips in hopes to make you feel better."

He moves before he knows it, hugging you tight

"STAY WITH ME FOREVER!!!!"

He's definitely embarassed afterwards and gets you out of his room before he makes himself look more like a love sick fool

But don't worry, he texts you wanting to hang out later

Satan:

Satan has been locked in his room after having a big outburst earlier that day

He got overwhelmed from all the noises and threw a book at mammon

You waited awhile before going after him, wanting him to calm down and looked after mammons sore head

You grabbed the book he threw, making a nice calming tea and even made some Apple pie

When you knocked his door he freezed

"Who is it-?! Lucifer, I'm not in the mood for your scolding-"

"it's just me, I got you something!"

He opened the door for you, letting you inside

His room looked clean for once - you didn't doubt he continued his rage into his room and cleaned up to calm down

You offered him a smile, placing the tray on his bed

"I hope you like it, I made it myself."

He looked at the fresh apple pie, his stomach rumbling at the mere sight of it

"you did this...for me? Didn't I scare you?"

You hummed, sitting close to him

"yeah a little but everyone has their bad days, you having one doesn't change anything - though you do need to apologize to mammon."

He sat down by his bed, placing the tray on his lap

"you're right I do, thank you for not just seeing me as some angry creature....I didn't intend to blow up like that."

You patted his arm, still smiling

You two sat together, you read his book for him whilst he ate and drank

He was very bashful at how supportive you are but that was you, you've always been so quick to offer help or do things for people ever since you've arrived

You were good to him, he'll always appreciate that

Asmodeus:

His love language is affection and words

Yours is acts of service

It's perfect!

Though, when it was established you were quick to help and offer your service - prepare for MANY innuendos

He'll come skipping to you, draping himself off the nearest object and asking if you want to help him de-stress

Most of the time you just have spa days or lay around doing nothing

You decided to treat him today seeing as exams were stressing him out

"Asmo! Won't you help me? I have this lovely new-"

He's skidding as he appears in the doorway, ready to do whatever you want

But you just grinned, knowing your plan worked

You grabbed him and shoved him into a chair

Before he knew it; his hair was tied up and his jacket and scarf has disappeared

"oh? What's all this about? Does my love want some special care?"

"nope, I just want to look after you today~ you've been stressing over exams so much, I wanted to treat you like a prince."

He had the biggest grin on his face after that

And treated like a prince he was

You did his skin routine, brushed his hair and curled it

If he even mentioned being thirsty you were straight to getting him a nice refreshing drink

If you're able to - please carry him bridal style - he will love every second of it

"you treat me so well, I know I'm already a blessing to this demonic world but you're just pure light."

He's so love sick, an absolute fool in love

"nonsense, I'm just helping you like usual."

Which is true, you were always being helpful to him

Thats why he loved doing whatever he could for you

"Never leave the Devildom, I couldn't bare not seeing your beautiful face everyday."

You just laughed, massaging his face and gave him a quick kiss

Beezlebub:

Another person who does acts of service as a love language

Though, do forgive him if he forgets due to hunger - he'll immediately make it up to you

At this point he's become a subconscious challenge/game of service - always trying to one up each other

Currently, he was really anxious about his up coming game

It was the biggest one that R.A.D was having and was against a smaller school in the Devildom

The brothers all agreed to come watch him play and even made banners and levi brought glowsticks

You were no were to be seen

The weeks running up to the game you were always busy and whilst you still do some things for him here or there - you were mostly out of the house

But it was but a long lasting plan

You planned on supporting him the best way you could!

When he finally rolled onto the field he felt dread when he didn't spot you in the crowd

He couldn't stop frowning until he saw you, shaking pom poms and running with the cheersquad

That's right, you joined the cheer team to show your support for the lovely demon

"I WANT TO DEDICATE A CHEER TO OUR STAR PLAYER - BEEZLEBUB!!!"

He's so flustered and absolutely shining with joy under his helmet

As soon as he could he came running towards you and hugged you tight

"I was so worried I did something that made you drift away....you did this for me?"

"of course! I'm sorry I made you worried, I wanted to surprise you."

He had to take off his helmet after trying to nuzzle your face, you yelped when it bonked you

"This is the best thing anyone has done for me, thank you (Y/N)."

"you're welcome, now go win that game! Prove those losers that R.A.D is the best school around!"

It was no surprised that R.A.D won

The players all cheered and partied, inviting the band and cheerleaders to celebrate with them

But you decided to have a sleepover with Beelzebub, feeding him plenty of tasty foods as your own type of celebration

"Open wide."

You almost choked on the cake basically shoved in your mouth, laughing as frosting covered your nose and cheeks

You got your revenge but he happily licked what he could

This is the best celebration he could ever get

All because of you!

Belphegor:

Even if your love language wasn't acts or service, you definitely got in the habit of doing it with this guy

He was spoilt from always being carried and pampered by his twin

He could get away with sleeping anywhere as long as he got things done and good grades

But you were always the helpful human, giving him snacks or fluffing his pillows

He's joked about getting a bell so he could call you whenever he needed you

That never happened

"Belphie!! You awake? I got something for you."

He immediately popped his head up and waved to get your attention

You showed him the cup of hot mocha you've recently made; sweet and delicious and has an extra kick to help with keeping awake

"Smells delicious, you made this?"

"yep! Now drink up, we got plans today."

He happily drunk it, feeling more awake with every gulp

By the end of the Cup he was absolutely overjoyed from the taste

Though you almost groaned in frustration when he yawned, so happy that he got sleepy

"you have anymore~? I could drink loads of these- make me more, you know how to make them, I'm too sleepy - it's your fault I'm sleepy."

You flicked his head

Reminding him to not act like a brat

But you did make him more and throughout the day you'd give him a large cup

You needed to do studies and make sure belphegor kept his grades up - Lucifer's orders

But he was already a star pupil regardless so you weren't sure why you had to

But spending time with your favourite demon was never an issue, regardless of his attitude

"We need to do this more, I love it when you look after me."

"I know, now write your answer, I need proof you're working so I don't get strung up."