#i just had nowhere else to say this and needed to babble

[worldlxvlys]

I HAVE A IDEA (MR CRABS I HAVE AN IDEA)

yk the new song ari came out with (we can't be friends) Chris fic were the reader and him are best friends that always flirt and they made out drunk at a party and have not been talking for a week untill Chris shows up at her house and they makeout and maybe some smut? Idrk

Anyways that's all 💋

we can’t be friends

chris sturniolo x reader

warnings: angst, mentions of drinking/being drunk, smut, fingering, oral (fem receiving), squirting, cursing

a/n: i’ve been absolutely OBSESSED with this song and itching to write about ittt

i hope you enjoy

i let out a heavy sigh at his last text, before throwing my phone onto my bed.

of course i wanted to fight for us, but this was about more than just our friendship . this was about what was best for us individually.

for as long as i could remember, i always put chris’ feelings before my own. i spent so long chasing after him, just to end up heartbroken.

i watched him constantly pick other people over me, blissfully unaware of how deeply he was wounding me.

but no matter how much i wanted to, i couldn’t blame him. it was easier to point fingers at him than to accept the fact that this was partially my own fault.

i let him continue to hurt me, over and over again, never telling him what he was doing to me. and if i didn’t tell him, how would he know any better ?

so, even though it killed me to act so cold and distant toward him, it was time to look out for myself for once.

i needed to take the time to love and take care of myself before expecting someone else to do so.

sure, he’d be upset for a short while, but once he got over me he would easily move on to the next girl. that’s all i was to him, after all. just another girl.

i was pulled from my thoughts when i heard my front door open and close suddenly, followed by quick footsteps toward my room.

i waited behind my bedroom door, quick to swing my arm out in front of me when the person made it to the doorway.

i was met with chris, who immediately caught my wrist in his hand.

we stared at each other with wide eyes, neither one of us speaking. i blinked up at him, watching his eyes trail down to my lips.

“don’t do that” the words flew out of my mouth before i could stop them.

his eyes immediately shot back up to mine, a curious expression taking over his features.

“don’t do what?” he asked, loosening his grip on my wrist to let it slide down, intertwining our fingers.

“chris, we aren’t doing this. i meant what i said earlier, we’re better off not being friends”

“you keep saying that, but you won’t tell me why. you gotta talk to me baby” he spoke.

“i don’t want to” i spoke back, shaking my head as i backed up slightly to create more distance between us.

“how am i supposed to know what i did wrong if you don’t talk to me?”

he was right, of course he was. it was unfair of me to just cut him off with no reasoning. but the second we start talking about it is the second it becomes real. i didn’t want to come to terms with the fact that i was trying to end one of the most important friendships i’d ever had in my life.

“you didn’t do anything, chris” i answered. he wasn’t having it. “no, tell me. i’m not letting you just end our friendship like this, not without a reason”

“i just can’t be friends with you”

“why? what is so wrong with me that you don’t want me in your life? and completely out of nowhere” he spoke, his voice rising slightly.

“see, that’s the problem. i don’t want you out of my life, i want you in it forever. but you clearly don’t want that, and it’s ok.”

“who the hell said i didn’t want that?” chris asked, his brows furrowing.

“chris, it’s fine. you don’t have to try to make me feel better-”

“so you don’t believe me?” he cut me off.

“i mean, i don’t know, i just…” my babbling trailed off as i tried to find the right words.

“let me prove it to you” he whispered as he toyed with the strap of my tank top.

my breathing grew shallow as he moved the fabric down my arm slightly, pressing his lips to my shoulder.

“chris….we shouldn’t” i whispered, but tilted my head to the side, allowing him more access as his lips moved up my neck.

“really? you weren’t complaining a week ago” he spoke against my skin.

i slapped his chest lightly at that. “yeah, well we were also drunk”

he bit down on my neck, harshly enough to leave a bruise and elicit a moan from me. “so, you don’t want this?” he asked.

i let out a deep sigh, “of course i do, chris. but do you?”

he looked as though he was going to say something, but i stopped him “don’t tell me yes just because you want sex. i don’t want you to just want somebody, i want you to want me. if you’re just gonna fuck me and move onto the next girl, then forget it” i spoke.

the more i thought about it, the more i convinced myself that he didn’t really want me.

“hey” he spoke softly, cupping my jaw. “this isn’t about the sex, this isn’t even about me wanting you. this is about me needing you. this is about me not being able to live without you. yes, i’ve been with other girls. but there’s a reason that you’re the only one that’s always been there”

“i was so sure you didn’t feel the same, so i tried to move on. but i couldn’t, because none of those girls are you. and i’m so sorry that i hurt you, i’ll spend the rest of my life making it up to you if i have to”

chris looked at me as though he could cry. his blue eyes shot back and forth between my own, his thumb caressing my jaw gently.

“so make it up to me” i whispered, pulling his lips to my own.

one of his arms smoothly slid behind my back, supporting my weight as i found it hard to keep my balance.

he kissed me like he had waited his whole life for this moment. his lips felt so soft against mine, unlike our last kiss.

this kiss made our drunken one feel sloppy and desperate, like two people who were just horny, but this was more than that. it was eye-opening, sweet, gentle, it was everything i didn’t know i needed.

but chris did, he always knew what to say or do to make me happy. i couldn’t stay mad at him even if i wanted to.

“let me make you feel good?” he asked when we pulled away. “yeah” i let out breathlessly, nodding my head.

“lay down for me” he said, leaving another kiss to my neck. i did as he said, getting onto my bed and laying on my back.

he wasted no time in crawling over me, his hands placed on either side of my waist. “can i?” he asked, lightly tugging at the hem of my top.

i nodded at him, lifting my upper body up as he pulled off my top. without a word, he attached his lips to my nipple while caressing the other with his hand.

i let out a loud moan at the feeling, beginning to squirm underneath him.

“shit, chris” i sighed out, his eyes immediately looking up at mine.

he swirled his tongue around the hardened bud, watching as my body melted into his touch.

he sucked on my tit until the skin turned dark, moving to the other to give it the same treatment.

“god, chris. feels so good” i moaned out while he continued to work my sensitive nipple with his tongue.

���you look so pretty like this” he rasped as he soothed my boobs with his hands, “can’t believe i have you all to myself” he mumbled to himself.

he moved his face downwards, leaving gentle kisses to my rib cage and abdomen. he paid special attention to every birthmark and scar he found, pressing a kiss to each one.

his fingers rubbed small circles into my skin as he ventured further and further down my body.

he stopped at the waistband of my shorts, leaving a kiss to my crotch area. due to the thin material or the shorts and my lack of underwear, my hips shot up involuntarily at the feeling.

“no underwear? such a dirty fucking girl” he spoke, smacking his tongue against the roof of his mouth.

he licked a long stripe up my pussy through the shorts, eliciting a long whine from me. “chris, stop teasing me” i spoke as i squirmed under him.

“you just make it so easy, baby” he spoke, before continuing to leave kisses down my thighs and calves.

“lift up” he spoke as he hooked his fingers into the waistband of my shorts. i raised my hips, allowing chris to pull them off.

i let out a sigh at the feeling of my heat being exposed to the cold air of the room.

chris stared down at my glistening pussy, mouth hung open slightly as he pulled my folds apart, spreading me open.

“my god, you’re so gorgeous” he spoke, blowing cool air onto my heat.

“hold your legs apart for me, beautiful” he spoke, his lips inches away from my core.

“so wet” he mumbled before running his tongue along my thighs, just missing where i needed him.

“chris, please. i need your mouth so fucking bad” i whined. “where, baby?” he asked, teasing me some more.

finally having enough, i wrapped my legs around his head, pulling his face into my heat.

he let out a long moan into me, his eyes rolling back as he licked up every drop of my slick.

my head fell back at the feeling, legs loosening around him to let him pull back if needed, however he stayed right where he was.

the words that fell out of my mouth sounded like gibberish, but i didn’t care about that. all i could focus on was chris.

the way he groaned into me, his needy tongue lapping me up like i was his last meal. his piercing eyes never left mine, only making the tight feeling in my stomach grow.

my arousal covered his flushed cheeks, making me even wetter.

there was something that i found so incredibly hot about how messily he was eating me out. it was like all he cared about was me finishing.

he moved his face from my legs, making me let out a whine at the loss of contact.

he stuck his tongue out, his spit dripping down onto my pussy.

“what do you think about when you touch yourself? ” he asked suddenly while he brought his finger down to my core to rub me.

“i- oh” i cried out in surprise at the feeling of his finger entering me.

“holy fuck, you’re so tight” he whispered as he pushed his pointer finger in and out of my tight walls.

“oh my god” i whimpered when he pushed another finger in.

“if you don’t answer me, i’m stopping” he spoke.

“this! i think about this!” i rushed out, eyes screwing shut at the feeling of his rough fingers inside of me.

“i think about how perfect your hands are. fuck- how long your fingers are” i struggled out between moans, “i think about you” i finished.

“yeah? what about my cock?” he asked as his fingers sped up.

“you think about what it would feel like for me to fuck you into oblivion? ” he asked as he curled his fingers, hitting my g-spot.

“fuck, yes! i’m so close chris” i cried out as he continued to plunge his fingers in and out of me.

“c’mon, you got it. doing so well for me, want you to make a mess all over me” he rasped out, fingers moving rapidly inside of me.

“chris, wait! i’m gonna-” i tried to warn him, but i was too far gone as my juices shot out of me.

the liquid dripped down his face, onto the saturated sheets underneath us.

“yes, yes, fuck yes” chris groaned as his mouth hung open. i leaned up slightly, watching the way his hips stuttered and his body shook.

“fuck” he let out breathlessly, as he began to shudder.

“did you just come untouched?” i asked, eyes widening slightly.

“if that doesn’t prove how much i want you, nothing will”

wait why’d i kinda eat ??? 🤭

masterlist

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[storiesforallfandoms]

too far ~ jschlatt

word count: 2231

request?: no

description: in which he takes his dickishness a little too far

pairing: jschlatt x female!reader

warnings: swearing, rpf, angst, use of y/n, schlatt being a dick, insecurities and self...issues (?),

masterlist (one, two, three)

*i read a fic with this premise like a week or two ago but i cannot for the life of me find it anymore and i needed some mean schlatt angst turned fluff so i am writing my own version. if you are the original author this one goes out to you i will tag you if i can find you*

Everyone who knew Schlatt knew that he was sometimes "mean". It was never serious, it was all just meant to be teasing. For the most part, the worst of it went to Minx who was able to match his energy without it ever affecting her. Everyone else just got a few comments every now and then, but never anything incredibly rude.

Until it suddenly got directed all on you.

You had known Schlatt for some time, having met him through his online friend group while gaming one night. You had become acquainted quickly and you found yourself being excited whenever you knew you'd be playing or recording with him. It seemed like he felt the same way, or at least he was friendly and civil. That was until one recording when you were excitedly talking about something, he suddenly piped up to say, "Jesus, do you ever shut the fuck up?"

Everyone was laughing, so you figured it was just a joke, but it took you by surprise. You knew Schlatt was blunt, but it seemed completely out of nowhere when no one else seemed to mind your babble. You chuckled along with everyone, but you found yourself falling silent for the rest of the recording. Some of the others would include you in the conversation, but you only gave short answers.

After that, it seemed like Schlatt would be picking on you more and more. He rarely had anything nice to say to or about you. It became harder and harder to want to do recordings or streams when he was acting like that, and your mutual friends were starting to notice his continued bullying. It made everyone feel uncomfortable, even if he kept insisting it was just jokes.

It all came to a head when you were asked to do one of those "dating shows" on YouTube. It was you, Minx, Emma, and Jaiden, and Schlatt, Ted, Tanner, and Connor, with Jack hosting it. You weren't sure what the rules were or how the game was supposed to go down, but you loved watching the hilarity of other online "dating shows", and couldn't wait to be a part of it. You were a little weary of Schlatt's presence, but there were so many people involved that you figured you wouldn't get the brunt of his insults today.

Jack sent you the link for the Zoom call. You were one of the last people to join the call, so you were immediately met with a cacophony of overlapping voices. You chuckled to yourself at the familiar chaos. You adjusted your volume settings and positioned your webcam before turning it on.

A high pitched scream brought the conversations to a halt.

"What the fuck was that?" Jack said with a laugh.

"I think it was Schlatt," Ted said.

"Yeah it was me. Sorry, I just saw a jumpscare," Schlatt responded.

"What the fuck are you on about?" Minx asked.

"I saw (Y/N)'s ugly mug suddenly join the call and it scared me."

Everyone was silent. Your face burned and tears started to form in your eyes. Your body moved before your brain could register, your hand moving your mouse to click the "End Call" button. The moment everyone's faces disappeared, you allowed yourself to cry.

For all the hurtful stuff Schlatt had said, he had never gone after your appearance. It was one of your biggest insecurities because you felt like you didn't measure up to other female streamers. Sure, that was a cliche insecurity, but it was your truth. You marveled at how pretty all your friends were and would often mentally compare yourself to them. It wasn't something you had spoken publicly about, so obviously Schlatt didn't know he would touch a nerve, but it still felt like an extremely low blow. Especially for it to be the first thing you heard when you turned your camera on.

You sent Jack a message to apologize for leaving, but you told him you didn't feel up to doing the show anymore. He responded almost immediately to let you know that it was okay and he didn't blame you for your decision. You were shutting down your set up when your Discord started ringing; a voice call from Ted.

"Aren't you supposed to be recording?" you asked, trying to keep your voice even.

"We're taking a quick break while Jack decides if he wants Schlatt to compete anymore," Ted explained.

"Don't kick him off just because of me," you said.

"We don't really want him to play after what he said. It was incredibly fucked up and uncalled for."

"He's said worse to Minx."

"Yeah, but he and Minx have an understanding. We've all noticed that he makes fun of you, but you don't respond the way Minx does. I don't know what his problem is recently, but you don't deserve those insults. You're an incredibly kind person, unlike us assholes."

You chuckled through your tears. "You're not an asshole, Ted."

"I am sometimes, don't lie."

"Only a little bit." You wiped the fresh tears from your eyes and let out a shaky sigh. "I don't want to record with Schlatt anymore."

"I understand," Ted said. "I'll let everyone know, too."

"Thank you."

When you and Ted hung up, you sat back in your chair and took a deep breath. The sting from Schlatt's words was still strong, but you also felt some relief in having talking to Ted about it and him assuring you that you wouldn't have to record with Schlatt anymore. It still upset you that Schlatt made such a 180 when it seemed like you were both getting along so well, but you weren't going to wast anymore brain space on him.

Your phone buzzed from a Discord notification. You looked down at the screen to see Schlatt was trying to send you a message. Instead of reading it, you went to his Discord profile and blocked him.

~~~~~~

It was easier than you thought to forget about Schlatt and his insults. All your friends did as you asked didn't invite you to recordings if Schlatt was a part of them, or vice versa with him. You went on to block him on all social media, and even muting his channels on YouTube so you wouldn't risk seeing him in your recommended. It was like he never existed, and you didn't even care.

You were in the middle of editing a video when a knock came at your door. You assumed it was the Uber Eats you had ordered, so you saved your progress and got up to answer. Instead of finding a delivery guy, you came face to face with the man you had been avoiding for weeks.

"What are you doing here?" you asked. "Wait, better question, how do you know where I live?"

"I bothered Ted until he told me," Schlatt responded.

You rolled your eyes. "Ted's dead to me."

You went to close the door, but Schlatt's hand shot out to block the door. You scowled at him. "Take the hint, Schlatt. I don't want to see you."

"I know you don't, and I get why, but please let me explain and apologize."

"I don't want to hear what you have to say. Honestly, you don't even deserve to take up my time to try and give some shitty explanation for your shitty behavior."

"I know - "

"You really hurt me," you cut him off. "I took the insults in silence because I knew you poked fun at everyone, but they really hurt me. It got to a point where I was dreading having to interact with you every time someone invited to a Discord call and I saw that you were in there too."

"(Y/N) - "

"And then you called me ugly in a call in front of everyone and that hurt the most. I know it shouldn't have given how much else you've said to me, but my looks are one of my biggest insecurities, and I know you probably didn't know that but still, going after how I look was such a low blow. And it hurts so much because I thought we were friends, but suddenly you're insulting me and bullying me at every chance you get, and it almost felt worse than the way you act with Minx so how am I supposed to take it as anything other than you not liking me and - "

Your rambling was finally cut off by Schlatt taking hold of your face and pulling you into him. You were shocked when you felt his lips against yours. Your initial reaction was to pull away and to start yelling at him again, but suddenly your brain switched to tell you lean into it. So you did. You pressed into Schlatt as much as you could; your body against his, your hands on his hoodie, standing on your toes so you could reach him.

Also to your surprise, Schlatt was the one to pull away first. He rested his forehead against yours, keeping his face inches apart from yours.

"That was one way to get me to stop talking," you joked.

He smiled. "Seemed to be the most effective way."

"So, are you about to tell me the reason you were being mean to me is because you liked me? Because if so, that is a very elementary school explanation."

"Unfortunately, that is the reason."

You pulled away from Schlatt and finally gestured for him to come in. You realized you had been standing in the doorway this whole time, and now that you had somewhat calmed down, you figured you'd listen to his explanation. You were much more intrigued now after your kiss, although you were far from completely forgiving him for what had happened.

You led Schlatt to your living room and you both sat down on the couch. You were very much aware of how close you two were sat. His body was inches away from yours. You could be touching him again if you wanted to.

"I was trying to push you away," he said, bringing you back to the topic at hand. "I was afraid you wouldn't like me back, and it felt easier to make you hate me than to risk that rejection."

"No offense, but that's a really stupid idea."

He chuckled. "Yeah, no offense taken because you're right. I should've just talked to you about it like an adult instead of assuming you would've rejected me. I thought the easier route would be to make you hate me, but then that succeeded and I realized how much I missed getting to talk to you. Not to sound too corny or anything, but everything felt empty when you weren't around. I knew I fucked up majorly, and I tried to apologize that night after what happened, but you blocked me on everything and I realized just how far I had actually gone."

You thought back to the call you had with Ted that day when everything had come to a head with Schlatt. "Did you not tell Ted how you felt?"

"Not until I begged him for your address. Listen, I love Ted and all, but the dude has a big fuckin' mouth. He would've let it slip one way or another how I feel about you, and I didn't want that. Actually, no one knew. I kept it to myself completely."

"You're an idiot. You know that, right?"

He nodded. "I'm more than well aware, yes."

"And you know it's going to take more than just kissing me and apologizing to completely redeem yourself? I understand why you acted the way you did, as stupid as it was, but it still really hurt me. I'm not going to forget everything just because you were being stupid."

"I don't expect you to. All I wanted was to explain myself and hope that you'd give me a second chance. I'm serious, (Y/N), I don't think I can just not have you in my life. If you don't want to date, that's fine. I'm okay with something platonic, as long as I have you."

You smiled and finally dared to reach out and touch him. You took his hand in yours, running your thumb over his knuckles. You then dared to lean forward and capture his mouth with yours in a quick, gentle kiss. When you pulled away, Schlatt had a smile on his face. You mirrored it with a smile of your own.

"You'll have to work for forgiveness," you told him. "You can start by taking me out on a date."

"Done," he said. "Right now?"

You giggled. "Maybe tomorrow. I was actually in the middle of editing a video when you came, and I have Uber Eats on the way."

As if on cue, there was a knock at your door.

"That would be it."

"Can I stay and hang out while you edit?" Schlatt asked.

"Of course. But I'm not sharing my food with you."

"Oh, you have no choice. You invited me in and let me stay, therefore you're sharing your food."

"You know what? Go fuck yourself, I take back everything I said."

You exclaimed and giggled as he suddenly grabbed you and pulled you to him. "Too late! No take backs! You're stuck with me for a very long time, toots."

[moongreenlight]

Need more secret wife please 😭😭🙏🙏🙏

WIP Wednesday? WIP Wednesday.

Secret Wife p3 SMALL UPDATE that I have been hoarding like a dragon with treasure lol (I am riddled with guilt)

It takes Johnny upwards of two hours sat alone in his car in silence to fully process what just happened. He’d tried to ask a thousand follow up questions in some rapid-fire babble, but he was met with a wall of stony silence. Goes on stupidly for well over two minutes until Ghost knocks him with a cupped palm on his temple. Little rougher than could be considered friendly, but nowhere near harmful. Served to bring him back to earth.

“Take a breath, sergeant.”

The low rumble of Simon’s voice barely rises over the dull roar of the cars around them.

“Fuck off.”

Johnny looks less gobsmacked than he feels.

“Mind your manners.”

A bite. He must’ve quit smoking around you for the time being. Made him more waspish than usual.

“Cannae believe you, bastard. Kept a secret tha’ big from us all this time?”

Simon took a labored breath in. A sigh like the stiffness of his muscles was creating a vice around his lungs. He threw a sideways glance back toward your car a few aisles over. Like he was making sure you were still there and situated. Pursed his lips and rubbed the bridge of his nose while saying something about how Soap was to under no circumstance take you up on the dinner offer. Turned on his heel and made his way back over to you without a goodbye.

Johnny had half a mind to disobey out of sheer bull-headedness but decided against it just before he sent you a message on his last day of leave. Deleted the text he’d drafted and resigned to trying to press Simon more about things when they got back on base.

He tried, persistent bugger that he is, to pester his L.T. to give up more information. When the two of you’d gotten married. Why he hadn’t said anything. Why wasn’t he invited to the wedding? Was there a wedding? Does anyone else know? All fruitless. Snubbed each time.

He would have been offended if he hadn’t come to know Ghost so well over the years. He’s cagey at his warmest, so it’s no real surprise that he’s kept this under lock and key. The real shock came from the understanding that it happened at all in the first place. Johnny had a hard time wrapping his mind around someone as kind and welcoming as you somehow getting tangled with someone as stoic and brutish as Ghost. He tried to conjure up infinitely many situations where the two of you met and the coupling made sense, but he never stumbled on one that felt right.

Your went into labor over a month early. Just a few weeks after the boys had returned to base. Four hours before the boys were due to board a flight that would deploy them for three weeks. It was the only time Simon had ever been late to call. Johnny was sent to go track him down by an extraordinarily eggy Price.

He found him ready to leave, rifle slung over his back like a soldier. Pacing the hall outside your room in the bay. Down a short corridor in the back that usually hosted surgeries. He was whale-eyed and hostile toward the sound of Johnny’s boots echoing across the brick. It was jarring to see him so agitated. His hulking frame tangibly vibrating through the pounds of gear he was sporting. He truly considered just walking away. Spinning some tale about desertion because that seemed entirely less daunting than trying to corner an animal like Ghost.

Johnny eventually got him to leave. It was a non-option at this point, just a matter of getting the big bastard into the chopper. Tugging him away was like leashing a feral dog. He was fanatical, tugging at the lead and choking himself the entire way across the landing pad. Didn’t stop snarling until he was pushed down into his seat by Price and made to shut up.

[gay-dorito-dust]

Hello! Can I request Dad! Stanley?

Stanley had his ups and downs, much like life itself but everything he did he did with reason…some of the time.

He’s an okay dad but you wouldn’t want him any other way as Stan has shown you time and time again that he’d put you first 100% no matter what.

He’s gives you a plethora of nicknames;

Pipsqueak

Kiddo/kid

Short stack

Pain in my ass-

You probably don’t know much about Ford because Stan was still bitter about how things were left of between them.

That and the fact that he didn’t want you involved with the paranormal that resides within Gravity Falls and potentially getting hurt in the process.

Though this would all changed when Mabel and Dipper came for the summer and a mysterious journal was found hidden within the woods, which inevitably lead to you, Dipper and Mabel growing addicted to discovering the secrets that lie beneath the seemingly sleepy town of Gravity Falls.

Stan probably has a fuck ton of photos of you from when you are a baby and would reminisce on the the days where you’d only babble and grab ahold his thumb after staring at it in deep thought for a good five minutes.

Stan isn’t the best at comforting others but that don’t mean he doesn’t try, so if he ever were to see you sad he’d probably make up a obligatory time for you both called: Stan time. Time where you spend with your beloved pops on the deck chairs on the roof of the shack and let out your grievances.

Or take you out for a drive at night with nowhere in mind. It’s perfect bonding time and makes for great memories as Stan can offer solid advice when it falls under his line of expertise.

He probably taught you a thing or two about conning people and getting away with it when your above a certain age, so that if you were to get into any legal trouble you’d know what to do in the need for a smooth escape.

Also he probably teaches you boxing alongside Mabel so that you’d both kick all the ass possible, he may or may not lend you his brass knuckles just so you could give anyone an added bonus of pain when getting socked in the jaw.

He’s very protective over you, you’re his kid after all! So needless to say that anyone who breaks your heart one way or another was in for a rude awakening. Still to this day he debates whether or not it’s morally acceptable for a man of his grown age to punch a kid on his own kid’s behalf.

While he might be a shitty person to others but in your eyes, he was your favourite person and you were his little partner in crime.

Stan was glad when you entered his life and made it just that little bit more brighter and hopefully being a better influence to others then him, while still maintaining parts of him in the process towards people who obviously had quite a bit of money to fall back on based on the brand of clothing they wore, or how many shopping bags they’d carry in each hand.

Kinda like Robin Hood but not and a tad scummier.

Who ever you grow up to be as a person, Stan would always be proud of you as he’s your personal hype man in anything you do.

He’d definitely keep you in the dark about the portals, again out of a need to protect you, Mabel and dipper. However much like everything else in gravity falls, nothing stays hidden for long.

[dickgraysonisnothereforthis]

Yeah, I’ll Let You Cut Me Open (jason todd x vampire!reader)

Jason’s always twitchy after a fight. Good thing you show up.

Another installment of the jason x vampire!reader series. You know the drill, foul language and suggestive content.

The rest of the series is on my masterlist

Humor, fluff. Ain’t nothing else going on, boys.

No use of y/n

I have no idea how long this is.

—————

Jason sighs, looping the end of the zip tie and tightening it against the unconscious perp’s wrists. Panting heavily, fight barely over, he methodically checks the man for injuries. Other than a few broken teeth courtesy of Jason’s fists, the man seems fine. Almost ildly, Jason brings a finger to his own neck, hunting for his pulse. Way the fuck too fast. Jason’s fingers twitch.

He’s always struggled with the comedown. The raid was a huge success, Red Hood had worked with Nightwing and Red Robin to track down and dismantle one of Bane’s drug warehouses. They’d gotten to the docks at one am and had the last goon out cold by two thirty. It was the kind of fight Jason loved, fast and dirty, with opponents well trained enough to make it interesting, to make him work for it. It wasn’t a good fight unless Jason got knocked around a little, that’s what he always said.

But now the fun’s over. Jason’s blood is still thrumming, heartbeat loud in his ears, and he has to catalogue evidence and search the premises and drag these stupid henchmen into a neat pile for the GCPD. Resigned, he reaches for another lifeless body, hauling him over to the growing lump of men.

“Lift with your legs, Hood,” Dick offers from the ground as he binds hands and ankles. Jason grunts. Man, this sucks. All this damn adrenaline with nowhere to put it. Maybe he should take up meditation to calm down, or some shit.

“Hey, isn’t that your boy-toy?”

“Oh my gosh, it is!”

Or maybe not.

Maybe his adrenaline can stay right where it is, because that’s definitely you, running barefoot across the warehouse in a barely-there minidress, your friend Crystal trailing behind you.

“Well, looky here,” Dick says with a grin. “Your girl’s a-coming.”

“Jason Jason Jason,” you chant happily, “Jason, Jason. I’m so glad you’re here!” You run eagerly into his arms, and Jason catches you, glowing at your affection. He doesn’t think he’ll get used to it.

“Cute,” Tim comments, walking over from where he’d been bagging evidence.

Jason ignores him. “What’re you doin’ wandering round the docks, princess?”

You shrug unsteadily. “Got bored at the club. Was lame. Went for a walk.”

“She drunk?” he asks Crystal.

“Oh, yeah,” she confirms with a smirk, holding up your discarded heels she’s got hooked around her finger.

You wriggle in his grip. “Jason, Jason,” you babble, sliding your hands up his chest to go for his helmet. “Hey, wait, take this off.” He obliges, and you stretch out on your tiptoes, planting your hands on your shoulders and vaulting yourself up to reach his face. His arms come up to support you, and you rub your face against his neck. “Jason,” you whisper conspiratorially. He hears Tim cough, and flushes awkwardly. “Jason.” You kiss a line up his neck. “I’m hungry.”

He drops you immediately. “No.”

“Ahh!” you shriek as you hit the floor. “No?!” You beat your fists against the concrete.

“Hood,” Dick says reproachfully, but Jason waves him off. A little bump on the floor won’t do any damage, and he’s not about to let you sink your teeth in him on a moments’ notice.

Sure enough, you push yourself to your feet, pouting at him. “What the fuck. Jason, give me some.”

“I told you, no. I got beat up on enough already, I don’t need you biting just ‘cause you’re drunk and you want a snack.” All true. Bonus: he doesn’t want Dick and Tim to see you drink from him. That feels private. Especially since he’ll probably pop a boner.

“Oh,” Tim hums thoughtfully. “She wants to have some of your blood.” He thinks for a moment. “You guys do that?”

Crystal saves him from answering. “You good?” she calls to you. “Can I go?”

“Yeah, fine,” you answer over your shoulder. “Whatever. See you later.” Crystal tosses your shoes to the floor and makes her way out of the warehouse.

“Jason.” You put your hands on your hips. “Come on. I’m starving. You can spare a little.”

“No-o,” he enunciates. “Get your damn hospital blood at home.”

“I don’t want to,” you stamp your foot. “It’s too far!”

“That ain’t my problem, sweetheart,” he says, turning around. He’s half expecting it when you run over and launch yourself onto his back, wrapping your arm around his neck in a chokehold. “Please?” you wheedle. He grins, reaching for your arm and using it to chuck you across the room. Tim gasps as you crash into a table, but you’re up in moments, pushing the table out of your way and sprinting back to him. Jason smiles wider. He loves, he loves having a partner to roughhouse with. He dodges you as you lunge clumsily at him, and you hiss in frustration.

“Come on!” you howl.

“Damn,” Dick murmurs as Jason pushes you away again. “They’re really that indestructible?”

Jason nods, opening his mouth to answer, but then you tackle him, wrestling him to the floor.

“Here, wait, just let me—no! Stop!” you cry furiously as Jason fights you from below. “Just—just leave your fucking hand here—” you pin his wrist to the ground, and Jason’s stuck, he can’t win against your strength. Doesn’t stop him from trying.

“Whoa. Strong,” Tim notes.

“Get off,” Jason commands breathlessly, using his hips and legs to try and leverage you off of him.

“No, not until I have a little.” Your knee hits his crotch, and Jason smirks in satisfaction as you spit angrily. “What the fuck? Are you wearing a cup? No fair!”

He uses your confusion to haul you off of him and scramble to his feet. He crouches, waiting for your next attack, but you remain on the floor, picking your face up to glare at him.

“Ja-son! Please please please please—”

He ignores you again, wiping the sweat from his brow. “Hood, your cut,” Tim warns, and Jason presses a hand to his temple, realizing he’d started bleeding again.

Instantly, you’re up on your feet. “You’re bleeding? Oh no…” You sidle towards him carefully, eyes locked on the blood sluggishly dripping from his head. “Jay, that’s terrible.”

“Knock it off, doll.” Jason catches the roll of gauze Dick throws his way. “You’re not gettin’ any.”

“You fucking bastard,” you mutter. “I don’t know why I keep you around at all.” Looking around, your eyes rest on the unconscious men on the ground. “Can I take some from them?” you ask, eyes lighting up.

Dick opens his mouth to protest, but Jason beats him to it. “Nuh-uh.”

“Oh my god,” you seethe. “Fuck you, you never let me do anything!”

“Didn’t realize you were looking after a cat, Jay,” Dick says wryly.

You totally ignore him. “If you won’t give me any, I’ll just go out and kill someone.” Tim gasps, and Dick shifts into a fighting stance. You cross your arms over your chest, as if to say, “so there.”

Jason’s heard this one from you before. “No you won’t.”

You throw up your hands. “‘No you won’t!’ ‘No you won’t!’” you mimic him furiously. “I swear to god you’re making me into a fucking loser.”

Jason turns to Dick as you pace the room, muttering to yourself. “Think you can handle the rest?”

“What?” Tim asks, affronted. “You serious? There’s like, piles of work still to do!”

“Yeah, Timmy and I will take care of it,” Dick says easily. “Come on, Tim,” he slugs an arm over his shoulder. “Red Hood’s gotta deal with his vampire.”

Jason rolls his eyes but stalks over to you nonetheless. “Come on, doll.” He herds you toward the exit. “I’ll take you home.”

You dig in your heels. “You gonna let me have some?” you challenge.

“Christ, yes,” he mumbles out of earshot of Dick and Tim. “At home.”

“Fine.” Smiling in satisfaction, you turn and skip out of the warehouse.

Jason follows you outside. You’re already straddling his motorbike, grinning happily. Jamming his helmet on, he gets on behind you, giving you his bloody fingers to suck on. You lick them eagerly.

His stomach swoops, and he revs the bike as he lets out a growl. You giggle around his fingers and press yourself against his back, directing his other hand to fall on your thigh, right at the hem of your short short short dress. He gropes you eagerly.

Yeah, he can think of another way to get the adrenaline out.

[penkura]

Another part to this request and the this piece I did for it, but focusing more on Law and Noa this time. :)

~~

Noa quickly realizes he and Luna could lose you and Law, the safety they’ve come to enjoy, at any moment. It hits him before Luna could ever be aware of it, she’s still too young to understand what happened to their parents and grandfather, but she knows something is wrong after your crew is attacked by an enemy Pirates crew, and you’re injured while running the two to safety on the Polar Tang. It’s not bad, just a few scratches, but after you’ve locked them safely in your room you go back to help your crewmates and end up with more injuries, worse than before to the point that after everything is settled, Law keeps Noa and Luna away from the infirmary for the rest of the day so they don’t get scared or anything. You suffered decent blood loss, dizzy and out of it rest of the day, if you were conscious enough you’d likely say to keep them out for the evening.

While Luna is okay for the night, being entertained by Ikkaku doing her hair, Noa is nervous to not see you or Law, it makes him remember how the two lost their parents but didn’t know at first, their grandfather kept them home and told them only when everything had been settled. Luna didn’t understand but Noa did and it tore him up. When their grandfather passed and they were sent to the orphanage, Noa put on a brave face for Luna during the day, but at night he struggled to keep himself together.

But of course he would, he’s only six now, he’s still a child. He’s scared of losing more people, especially you, Law, or Luna.

Dinner comes around and while Luna is set at the table eating, Noa is nowhere to be seen and it starts to concern Law as he looks around the room.

“Where’s Noa-ya?”

Everyone looks around and between themselves, Luna babbling and grinning at Law, but none of them have an answer.

“I haven’t seen him for a while,” Clione scratches the back of his, “but last I saw, he was going to your office. I thought he was going to sit with you.”

“I haven’t been there for a few hours. I’ll go see if he’s there still, thanks.”

Those around nod, Law stops long enough to ruffle Luna’s hair which makes her laugh. Anyone else he walks by he asks if they’ve seen Noa, but not one of them has. He figures the six-year-old must be hiding somewhere, maybe out of fear of what happened earlier that day or he could be having a meltdown over something else and chose to remove himself from the group for a bit. He’s a smart kid, but still learning how to handle his emotions, which Law understands.

“Noa-ya.” When he gets to his office, Law doesn’t see the child anywhere, not even hearing about peep from him at first, even when he closes the door for privacy. “Noa-ya, Clione-ya said he saw you come in here earlier. Are you all right?”

There’s no sound for a bit, until Law hears a tiny sob from the small closet in his office, and he sighs to himself. Something happened for sure, it’s the only reason Noa would be hiding there, he’s done it before when he’s done something wrong and not wanted to be scolded by you or him. Walking over, Law doesn’t open the door at first, instead crouching down to what he believes will be eye level when he gets Noa to open the door, he wants to talk to him first.

“Noa-ya, what’s wrong?”

There are a few more little sobs, before Noa finally speaks up just loud enough for Law to hear him.

“[Y/N]…got hurt…is she o-okay?”

“She’s fine, she’s sleeping right now.”

“C-Can I…can I see her…?”

“In the morning, she needs to rest tonight.”

A nearly inaudible ‘okay’ is what he hears, making Law sigh lightly. Noa must’ve been so worried about you, he must think it’s because of him you’re hurt, even though that’s not true. You’d done your job as a Heart Pirate, protecting your crewmates and fighting for your captain. It only went awry when you got jumped by two enemies, who did enough to you that Law had to Shambles you away for safety, even then it was a bit late because of the injuries you’d suffered. Your biggest concern after was that Noa and Luna were safe, asking them not to be told even as you passed out from blood loss. It took a while before Law knew you were stable enough that he could let you sleep the rest of the day, he’d been so busy making sure you were all right that he hadn’t been able to check on the children, to make sure they were okay too.

And it looks like Noa isn’t, not mentally anyway. It reminds Law of himself too much, but Noa is much younger than he was at the time of his own suffering, he doesn’t deserve to worry about anything. All he should be concerned with is what to play with Luna and what the next meal is going to be, not if you might die from being attacked.

“You know, [Y/N]-ya was worried about you and your sister. Before she fell asleep she wanted to know you were both okay, she was so relieved to know neither of you had been hurt,” he swears he hears the door start to open, but doesn’t see Noa at first and keeps going to try and get him out, “I know you’re scared, but everything is fine. No one is going to die, we’re going to make sure of that. You and Luna-ya are safe here.”

When the door opens, it just enough for Law to see Noa there, eyes red and puffy from crying, tear stains down his cheeks, as he sniffles a little.

“You…you promise?”

“I promise,” Law nods as Noa finally comes out and wraps his arms around his neck in a hug that Law returns before picking him up, “We’re not going to let anything happen to either of you, all right? We’ll keep you both safe.”

Noa nods, refusing to let go of Law for the rest of the day. None of the other Heart Pirates say anything when they see Law still carrying Noa around for most of the evening, even when Luna joins in wanting to carried around. It just makes him look like a dad helping his kids, it’s not too far off from the truth. Neither of them let Law go even as he takes them to get ready for bed, they only release him long enough to take baths and brush their teeth, then they’re holding onto him again as he reads to them to help them sleep. He knew taking care of kids would be a lot, he just never expected to have a moment like this where neither wanted to let him go.

The next morning, once you’re awake and doing well, Law brings Noa and Luna to the infirmary to see you, Noa is quick to climb onto your bed and hug you tight, before you’re really able to greet him. Luna joins in once Law sets her on the bed, the two repeating the night before but without letting go of you instead. Even once Luna is content and back to playing on her own or getting someone else to play with her, Noa still holds onto you and doesn’t leave you for most of the day. After Luna falls asleep for a nap and Law takes her back to your room, he comes back to get Noa but has to stop when he hears you comforting him through around bit of crying.

“It’s okay, I know. I’m sorry you were scared, but I’m so happy you’re not hurt.”

He can’t hear what Noa says back to you, but it doesn’t really matter in the end.

“We all love you and Luna, Noa. We’re going to keep you safe and not let anything happen to you two, all right?”

Law decides the only thing you all can do now is to give Noa and Luna the love and protection they need in the same way Corazon did for him. You’ll give them hope for the future and the family life they deserve to live.

[rooksunday]

fluffcember day twenty seven: family gathering

jaster rubbed his face, as if the action might somehow aid his comprehension. it didn’t. with a sigh, he levelled his best buir look at jango. he’d had a lot of practice with the look over the years, but jango had seemed to settle down lately, as he focused on leading his pack of grunts out in the galaxy. the story he’d just garbled out, however, indicated jaster was going to have to get back into practice with alacrity.

at jaster’s sigh, jango began to protest.

“buir—!“

“just… one more minute, jango.”

jaster settled back into his seat at the head of the dining table, where he’d been enjoying his caf and concord dawn’s early morning, before jango had tumbled in already babbling at hyperspace speeds as if finding the right words would forestall any pointed questions.

that had most assuredly not been the case. witness: jaster’s incipient headache.

jaster took a fortifying sip of caf. he was mand’alor. he was a buir. he could manage whatever this was.

his gaze slid from jango to their enraptured audience, who were clearly both fascinated and baffled by the byplay occurring in jaster’s kitchen, and he forced himself to be honest. he could probably manage whatever this was.

jaster returned his attention to jango. “tell me again, slowly this time, like i’m an old man who has dealt with several concussions in his life, who are these very familiar-looking young men?”

the group of incredibly familiar faces, arranged in loose formation behind jango, shuffled almost as one. jaster had counted ten visitors and then given up; the door that led outside remained open and he could see more young men—and possibly young women and young folk of various genders—milling about on his lawn like soldiers missing a battlefield. they all wore the same red and blue scrubs, and there were more than ten of them. many more than ten.

jango, at the head of the inside group, had an expression on his face that said he had picked his fight and would be fighting it whether an enemy appeared or not. alas, he had learnt that from jaster.

“they’ve got nowhere else to go, buir, and—“

“not the question i asked,” jaster said mildly.

“there was a-an explosion, sir,” said the young man at jango’s right shoulder, who had a fresh-looking scar hooked around his eye.

he’ll need bacta for that.

“force nonsense,” muttered one of his companions derisively, this one with grey peppered in their hair.

“it was still an explosion—“

“that answers the ‘how’, i suppose, but i did ask ‘who’,” jaster reminded them. he addressed his question to the scarred figure at jango’s right shoulder. “who are you?”

the grey-haired figure bristled but the scarred one came to smart attention and looked over jaster’s shoulder like a trained warrior twice his apparent age.

“i’m cc-2224, sir!”

before jaster’s stomach could finish twisting at the unit number, the grey-haired figure snapped, “he’s cody. i’m fox. that’s jango fett.”

jango started to say, “why’d you say my name like that—“

“fox, don’t—“

fox dodged cody’s swipe and prowled forward to frown down at jaster. “who are you?”

with carefully relaxed motions, jaster refilled his mug from the cafetière, not missing fox’s keen attention on the process, and took a sip. then he smiled, the way he did when someone was provably wrong about mandalorian history.

“i’m jaster mereel, and i’m not entirely sure how, but i do believe i’m your ba’buir.”

jaster lifted his comm to take a holo of fox’s poleaxed expression, framing cody’s laughing face and jango’s wide-eyed resignation in the background. yep, that would make the perfect cover image for the new family album.

[sarahghetti]

Could we get a mix of 27, 28, and 40 with the moonknight guys! Love your work! xx -V

ooooo had a lot of fun with this one!! request more kisses from this list!

pairing: marc spector x reader, steven grant x reader, jake lockley x reader

summary: you go to steven's work event with the boys. aka, the boys + a comforting kiss (#40), a sloppy kiss (#28), and a soft kiss (#27).

warnings: none! only fluff <3

word count: 1.3k

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Warm, low-hanging lights are strewn throughout the ballroom, and chatter fills the air. The band’s playing something jazzier than they were at the start of the evening, and you can see the effect it’s having on Steven’s coworkers with the increasing sway of their hips.

Well, that, and all free drinks are probably hitting them by now.

There’s no sign of Steven, though; his neatly styled curls and the sharp lines of his suit are nowhere to be found. You frown. He was only supposed to be away for a few moments while he grabbed some water.

“Excuse me,” you smile before slipping away from the group you were talking to. He’s been gone a little too long to have been in the washroom, and you’re awkwardly peering at the door when you feel your phone buzz.

I’m outside.

It’s quieter in the courtyard, a small gardenesque area with shrubs and park benches lining the edges of a lawn. You spot him instantly. His back is to you, arms crossed as he leans against lamplight. But there’s a stiffness in his shoulders that’s a bit much for your Stevie.

“Hey, Marc,” you greet and he startles, tension easing from his body as you rest your hands on his chest. Steven’s tie hangs loosely around his neck, and a curl falls onto his forehead from how much he must’ve been messing with his hair. “You okay? Didn’t think I’d see you tonight.”

“Neither did I,” he mutters, scowling over your shoulder towards Steven’s work event. The bright lights and busy crowds—it’s all precisely what Marc tends to avoid. You cup his cheek, worried, and his gaze finds yours again. “I’m fine. Just needed some air. Steven should be back soon.”

There’s an unsaid or else at the end of that last sentence and you snort, leaning forward to brush your nose against his. His arms come up to wrap around your waist; his hands clench into fists behind your back.

“I’ll wait out here with you, then,” you say. You feel Marc tense up underneath you as he readies himself to absolve you of the responsibility, to tell you to just go back inside and enjoy the party, but you’re faster.

You tug lightly at his neck, and he folds easily under your touch—always willing to do whatever you ask of him—until you’re able to press a gentle kiss against his forehead. He lets out a long breath, clutching at your back to keep you close as his eyes flutter shut.

“As long as you need.” You affirm, and Marc nods mutely. Through half-lidded eyes, he’s far more at ease than when you first found him, looking at you so softly like you hold his heart in your hands, like you’re the cure for all his ailments.

Like you give him peace.

-

Steven’s not one to get drunk very often, and you’re beginning to see why.

“C’mon, Stevie.” You tug lightly on his arm as he waves over his shoulder, still saying goodbye to his coworkers even as you’re trying to escort him home. An exasperated smile pulls on your lips. “Let’s get to you to bed.”

“Wasn’t that a blast, love? I can’t believe they got Dr. Ibrahim as the keynote speaker, oh, her work is incredible—” All the alcohol has loosened his lips, and no amount of stumbling over his words stops his thoughts from streaming out anyway. If Steven is enthusiastic while sober, then he’s positively beaming now.

He continues to babble into the night. You hum in affirmation as you eye the streets for a cab, cool air nipping at your skin. It’s colder than you thought it would be. You’d forgone a jacket in the name of fashion and look at you now, rubbing your arms in a lame attempt to generate some heat.

Steven acts immediately. One second, you’re yearning for the warmth of a car interior and the next, Steven’s suit jacket is draped onto your shoulders from behind. His hands, still gripping the lapels, wrap around your torso in a hug as he bundles you up like a cocoon and proceeds to not let go.

“Steven—” You laugh as his weight presses down on you, his breath warm against your ear. He pulls you impossibly closer so that you feel the entire length of him against your body, then cranes his neck to press sloppy kisses on your jaw, your cheek, the corner of your mouth—anywhere his lips can reach. You splutter. “We gotta get home!”

“In a bit,” he promises in between trailing his kisses down your skin, snickering at how you squirm, ticklish. “Have I told you how lovely you look tonight? Because you look gorgeous—radiant, darling.”

It’s like you can hear the moment when his focus switches from the event to you, and the air is promptly filled with his glowing praise in between the loud smacks of his lips. When he reaches the junction of your neck and shoulder, you think, surely, he’s done now. But all he does is switch to your other side and start his journey anew. “Just—one—more.”

Drunk Steven is a mushy liar, but in the warmth of his embrace, your cheeks straining against how widely you’re grinning—you can’t complain all that much.

-

Steven toes off his shoes as he makes his way through the living room, then promptly faceplants onto the couch.

You can’t help but laugh, prodding at his back in an attempt to stir him. “Steven—Stevie, you’re so close, just a few more steps to the bed, up you come.”

His response is garbled nonsense into the throw pillow, although there’s an intonation in his voice that makes you pause. He continues, words still too muffled to understand, but you can make out the accent more clearly now that you’re looking for it.

“Hang on—Jake? Is that you?”

An affirming groan.

Your hand languidly strokes his back, condoling. “Did Steven leave you to take care of the body?”

Finally, Jake turns his head, and the indignant pout on his face is truly something to behold. “Steven just passed out. Marc is probably mad that I accidentally put him in the driver’s seat earlier.”

“So that’s what happened.” You shake your head. Still, you lightly tug at his arm to try to get him up. “C’mon—it’s bedtime.”

His eyes flutter shut. “Just let me sleep here.”

You quickly do a once-over. Half his body is hanging off the couch, arm and leg resting on the floorboards. His neck is angled in a way that’ll kill whoever wakes up tomorrow morning, and that doesn’t even cover the hangover that’s surely waiting for them. You tug at him again. “Nuh-uh. Let’s go, Lockley.”

Reluctantly, he follows, feet dragging on the ground as you lead him to the bathroom. He complains the whole way through the shower and brushing his teeth, and you do feel a little bad even though it’s for his own good. Exhaustion seeps into his movements, and he nearly knocks over the cup of water on the nightstand as he gets into bed.

You slip in beside him, brushing damp curls away from his face. Already half-asleep, he leans into your touch.

“Can’t believe Steven left me here. ¿Qué te gusta decir? This is cruel and unusual punishment.”

Now it’s your turn to pout, feigning disappointment. “Aw, that hurts.”

You try to remove your hand in order to settle in, but his hand comes to cover yours, keeping you close. Without opening his eyes, he presses a lingering kiss to your palm. A sleepy sincerity has replaced his annoyance. “Cada momento a tu lado es una bendición. Sleep well, darling.”

You can't help but smile back. “Good night, Jake.”

[silvercap]

Number 15 from the drabbles list? (any character you'd like!) 🥰

You got it ;)

15. "Talk to me."

Hunnigan's eyes burn in the late night dark, the glow of her computer screen blurring and flaring briefly before she removes her glasses and rubs at her eyes. The monitor crackles slightly before Leon's voice filters through the speakers, her tired body immediately at rapt attention as she slides her glasses back in place.

"Hunnigan?" He sounds breathless, the connection gritty with static and interrupted at times by loud clatters of unidentifiable noise. Leon makes a short, sharp sound, his voice even more frantic when he speaks again. "Hunnigan, you still there?"

"I'm here. What's your status, Leon?"

"They---they hit me with something," he manages, Hunnigan's blood running cold in her veins. "I d'know what, but it's not---not good."

"What sort of something?"

"I think---" Leon cuts off his words to groan, the sound utterly agonized. "S-some kind of poison? I---I don't---"

"Did you get a look at the projectile?" Hunnigan asks, tapping at her keyboard to pull up the data report on the compound Leon had been tasked to investigate. "What are your symptoms?"

"Hurts," he gasps, "they're chasin' me."

"Symptoms?" Hunnigan repeats, but Leon's voice has gone hazy. Whether from the pain or whatever substance he's been shot up with, she isn't sure, but she can tell just from his tone that he's distracted. The comm line rustles for a long moment, before Leon's voice comes back in a whisper.

"They were ready for me," he gasps, strangely panicked. "They knew---they know---"

"Keep it together, Leon, I need you to work with me. Should I send evac to the rendezvous?"

"I'm---they're gonna---I can't---" Leon babbles, intercut with increasingly choked sounds of pain.

"Talk to me, Agent Kennedy," Hunnigan says, sitting up straight and putting as much stern reassurance into her tone as she can. "I need you to focus on my voice."

"Hunnigan," he whimpers, "I don't feel right."

"I know." Hunnigan's knuckles are white where they clutch at the mouse, gaze fixed on the pages of information scrolling past. "We're going to figure this out, okay?"

Leon gasps suddenly, the sound of shouting filtering into the background of the hissing radio line. "They found me. Hunnigan, I---I'm compromised."

"Is there anywhere else you can hide?" Hunnigan demands, but she's too late. The sound of gunshots fills the still-open line, Leon's ragged breaths audible only when his half-empty magazine runs out of ammo in a few shots. He makes a strangled sound.

"Get off me!" he growls, the sound of a scuffle interrupting Hunnigan's feed. It doesn't take long for him to cry out, coughing. He tries again to speak, but it's interrupted by statches of static. "Hun--gan! Ne---you to---"

The line goes dead and disconnects, leaving Hunnigan drenched in cool light from the computer, and Leon nowhere to be found.

[aswallowssong]

Sicktember 2024 #6: Dizziness/Vertigo

Welcome to my first installment (this season, iykyk) of "Aaron Hotchner, my sweet sweet baby, I'm so sorry to do this to you." I love playing in @themetaphorgirl's PSOLC sandbox (tysm my queen), and if it also means I can write soft things about Aaron, it's a two-for-one!!

“Shut up, or die!”

“You literally cannot threaten me with death over this! Hotch!”

Aaron looked up from his book and raised an eyebrow, tugging at his earlobe. He hadn’t been listening, but there were three other big kids in the room, and he had no idea why he’d been the chosen target of the whining.

“What?”

“Derek said he was gonna kill me!”

Derek rolled his eyes at JJ, crossing his arms over his chest. “I did not. I didn’t say how you were going to die, I just said that the options were shut up or die.”

Aaron’s eyebrow only raised further on his face. “Sounds like witchcraft to me, Jayje. I’d watch out.”

Derek spluttered for a moment, arms failing before he started babbling about how he couldn’t be doing witchcraft, because witchcraft is for girls and he was a man, but Aaron blocked them back out sometime around when Penelope started assuring Derek that, oh, no, men could definitely do witchcraft.

He had way too much to do to be worried about that. The english paper he’d forgotten to write and been mercifully granted an extension on was due at the end of the weekend, and he was still three chapters away from being able to outline the damn thing, let alone actually write it. Thankfully he was a good writer, and he knew that, but his spelling was awful, and he was going to need Alex to go over it with a fine tooth comb before he could submit it.

And he couldn’t have her look at it until it was written.

And he couldn’t write it until it was outlined.

And he couldn’t outline it until he’d read the chapters, which the little kids were going to make impossible to get through.

He’d considered moving to Alaska when Spencer wriggled under his arms and into his lap.

“Bug,” he said, an apology already in his mouth. “I really need to focus, can you go sit with–” He cut off, looking around.

Alex was at the library, working a long shift so she didn’t have to work on Sunday night, and could go over his paper with him.

Dave was writing something on his laptop with an expression that was giving ‘violent’ and ‘don’t come near me.’

Emily was nowhere to be seen. Probably out with that guy Ian that Aaron hadn’t met but definitely hated on principle.

Which left–

“James?”

James looked up at the same moment that Spencer deflated.

“Hmm?”

“I don’t wanna sit with James, I wanna sit with you.”

Aaron ran a hand down his face. His eyes were blurring, even with his contacts in, and the words had started swimming on the page. He hadn’t even been reading that long, but if eyes could ache, his sure were. That, and his ears hurt. But his ears always hurt, so, what else was new.

“I know, Bug, but I need to be able to focus on this.”

“I’ll be quiet!” Spencer pleaded, dropping into a whine immediately. “I won’t be distracting or wiggly, I promise!”

A pout settled on Spencer’s little face, and Aaron closed his eyes and took a breath before shaking his head.

“We can watch a movie or something when I’m done, but my eyes are already tired, so I just need, like, an hour of space.”

Spencer huffed, his shoulders slumping, and slid off Aaron’s lap to go sidle up to James. James, unphased, beamed at Spencer while ruffling his hair. 

“Do you wanna help me with this math problem, Bug? I know how much you love numbers.”

Aaron turned his eyes back to the book, and it felt like the page was swirling. He closed them for a second, a hand reaching up to press on his temple. When did the headache come on? Usually he could feel them starting, but it felt like it had gone from nothing to pounding.

“Fuck,” he mumbled, rubbing slow circles on his left side, and when he cracked his eyes back open, he’d managed to dislodge one of his contacts. “Fuck.”

Thankfully, it didn’t seem like anyone had noticed his slowly crumbling composure, and he stood up, setting his book down on the arm rest. The world moved in a dizzying spin, and he reached out to steady himself on the back of the armchair. It seemed that the only person that noticed was Dave.

“Where are you going, fagiolino?”

Aaron scowled, stomach swirling with how dizzy he suddenly was. “I knocked my contact weird. I’ll be right back.”

James and Spencer both looked up at his voice, and then back down as Spacer said something about matrices that James clearly didn’t understand. Dave, looking unimpressed, shrugged, and went back to glaring daggers at his computer. 

The others didn’t seem to even notice, still arguing about witchcraft.

He stalked out into the hallway, and when he was nearly to his room, everything tilted, and the pain he’d been feeling in his temples and his ears seemed to throb in sync, sending the world sideways. One of his shoulders hit the wall, and his knees buckled as the edge of his vision started to darken.

Aaron wasn’t a stranger to passing out. It happened relatively frequently, but usually when he was sick. He wasn’t sick.

Or, he hadn’t thought he was? He’d been tired, sure. Spencer had been having crazy nightmares as the weather shifted, something about tinfoil being a bad window insulator. He didn't know what that meant, but he hadn’t given it a huge amount of thought past calming him down, and promising that the windows were closed tightly, and that while Lincoln House was sort of shitty, it wasn’t bad enough to be drafty. 

He didn’t get to contemplate it, because he slid into a crumpled heap of limbs against the wall, the darkness almost overtaking him before he glimpsed someone come into view in the hallway. They might have shouted his name – his actual name, Aaron – before he slumped the rest of the way sideways to the ground, his consciousness left behind.

When he came to, not very many seconds later, he only knew two things. Someone was pulling on him, and he was definitely going to throw up. The latter, he was used to. That happened pretty much every time, and then the nausea abated. 

He usually got a warning, though, when he was going to pass out, so he was either in a bathroom already, or in bed, if he could be, with his little desk trash can ready to be used for its secondary purpose, right after throwing away abysmally incorrect math assignments.

There had been no warning this time, so he was mildly surprised that after he gagged, there was a trash can (maybe the one that lived in the hallway?) being shoved under his chin. He was sick immediately, coughing and heaving several times before it let up, and he shuddered, wiping his mouth along the back of his hand and willing himself not to cry. The dizziness usually abated, but it was hanging on, and the throbbing in his head or the pulsing of pain in his ears hadn’t stopped, either.

“You’re okay,” he heard, finally registering that someone was holding him up. “Did you know your ears are leaking?”

Aaron didn’t know that his ears were leaking, but he wasn’t surprised. He wasn’t a stranger to ear infections by any means. He just didn’t know how it could have gotten so bad they were leaking, and he hadn’t realized.

It took another second for him to register the voice that was speaking to him, muffled as always. Everything was always muffled.

“James?” He mumbled, a little surprised, but not unhappy. He’d rather James find him like this than Dave, or one of the younger kids, or god forbid, Spencer.

“That’s me,” James said, pulling him the rest of the way upright. The world spun a little faster, and Aaron swallowed his stomach down. “You know, if you’d told Alex you were sick, she would have traded her shift.”

“I didn’t know,” he said, sounding far away to himself as he fought to shake off the fog. “Just had a headache.”

That’s a lie, he heard a voice, Alex’s probably, say simply in his head.

It wasn’t a lie. At least, it wasn’t until it was. 

“Snuck up on me,” he amended, to at least have a sliver of truth between them.

James sat with that for a second, moving so Aaron could push his back against the wall. He’d always thought that James had the sort of eyes that looked at you, but looked through you more, like he was analyzing you in a polite way. Alex talked all the time about James’ dream to be a doctor, and there were moments where Aaron could see how perfect of a match that would be.

“You probably have an ear infection, probably both of them,” he said, his tone void of emotion, save for sympathy. James didn’t do pity, and Aaron appreciated it. “Do you have a fever?”

“Dunno,” Aaron said, and James pressed a palm against his forehead.

His face pulled, just slightly, before he said, “I think so.”

“Okay.”

“Do you want to tell me what’s wrong?”

Aaron looked up at him with lidded eyes, trying to focus on his face as everything spun.

“Really dizzy.”

James raised an eyebrow. “Well, I– Yeah. Yeah I figured that, you passed out.”

Aaron felt himself flush, more than embarrassed that James had seen that, but the stubborn part of himself won out. “I didn’t mean to pass out, James. It’s not like I wanted to collapse in the hallway.”

“Well, your ears are definitely infected. They’re literally leaking, so your equilibrium was bound to be off. And you definitely have a fever.”

He stopped, pulling his phone out, and Aaron took half a second too long to figure out what he was doing before the phone was up to his ear.

“Jame–”

“Al? Yeah, hey sorry, I know you’re at work. Aaron’s sick, do you think you could call someone to come cover your shift?”

“James, stop–”

“Yeah, I think his ears are infected. He said he’s really dizzy, and he’s definitely got a fever.”

Aaron gave up, knowing he wasn’t going to get anywhere, but let himself be incredibly grateful James didn’t mention him passing out in the hallway. Alex would freak.

“Yeah, text me when you’re leaving. I’ll get him in bed. I’ve got it … Spencer? No, Spencer is helping Dave figure out the best synonym for ‘star,’ so I think that’ll take a while … Yeah. Okay. See you soon.”

He hung up, looking down at Aaron with half a grin. “She’s worried, but she’s coming when she can. Think you can get off the ground?”

Relief flooded through Aaron against his will. He didn’t want Alex to worry, but he did want Alex to come back.

“I think so,” he said, trying to get the world to stop spinning by sheer force of will. He didn’t want to ask James for help, but it turned out he didn’t have to. James was about as tall as he was, and broad, which helped when he offered Aaron his hand and was able to help pull him up to standing. 

The dizziness was bad, and it didn’t help the nausea either, but he kept a stable hand on Aaron’s arm as they started down the hallway.

[randomthefox]

Shadow and Gerald and Maria are on an overlook watching as a massive trolley car is chugging down the half completed train tracks into town. A massive battleship of a train cart locked onto the tracks, with a visible glass domed viewing platform on top where Eggman is sitting smoking a cigar and looking out on the town as it comes into the station. Maria is looking worried while Gerald is on the verge of a mental breakdown.

"No matter how far west we travel, he keeps following us. We have to uproot our lives and flee while my old company expands further and further across the country..." Gerald is muttering.

Maria gently takes Shadow by the shoulder. "What can we do? There's nowhere else we can go is there...?"

"Unless we want to swim across the ocean. But maybe... Maybe I'm tired of running anyway." Shadow scowls while pulling out his binoculars and getting a better view of the trolley car as it pulls into station and Eggman hops out and mingles with the Sheriff. "We're backed into a corner. Might as well lash out to the bitter end."

"We can't fight him... We can't." Gerald clutches his head while babbling. "What he's done with my company. What he's created. It can't be fought. It can't."

"I used to believe that was true too. But I've been shown how wrong we were." Shadow says while thinking back on the scene of Sonic shooting down steambots to save Tails in broad daylight in front of everyone and getting away with it. How he's been accosted by steambots out on the prairie and fought them off. If Sonic can do it then so can he!

"Shadow... Everything we've had to do to survive. All the innocent people you've had to rob just to get us through another day... Are you sure this is worth the risk?" Maria asks quietly, more concerned for Shadows safety than anything else.

Shadow sighs. "I'm not proud of a single thing I've done since we first went on the run. But. For the first time. I'm feeling something besides desperation." He doesn't want to admit it out loud. But for the first time he's feeling hope.

"One hedgehog....one little cap and ball pistol... Against an entire steam powered army." Gerald mutters while saying, Maria takes his arm to keep him stable.

"I'll need more substantial weapons, you're right professor. And I think I know where to find some real heavy artillery." Shadow says while looking through his binoculars directly at the massive boxcar on the tracks.

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In the dead of night a pair of steam bots are standing guard at the train station. Shadow and Rouge's heads peek out around the corner of a building, and they scurry over as quietly as they can. Rouge steps out into view attracting their attention with an "oh boooys~" routine while Shadow sneaks around to the other side of the trolley car and climbs up and into it. While the steambots are pointing their weapons in Rouge's direction she does her best to try and stall and defuse the tense situation, until just as they're about to fire on her and be done with it Shadow pops out from the doorway and grapples onto the back of one bot ripping away it's engine to disable it, and as the other turns towards them Rouge runs up and kicks the engine off the back of that one.

"What took you so long!?" Rouge huffs while adjusting her hair while the steambots spew smoke. The pair mosey inside Eggmans mobile headquarters of a boxcar and start rummaging through it. Rouge stealing railroad bonds and other loot while Shadow is on the look out for weaponry to rustle. In the very rear of the car they find a huge steel vault of a door. With a wordless glance and eyebrow quirk Shadow looks to Rouge, who just smiles and steps forward to start cracking the lock on the door.

Viewing from the inside of the vault, the door spins and then creeks open to show Shadow and Rouge framed in the doorway cast in silhouette. They stride inside and peer around in the darkness. Then the POV is overlaid with a sepia tone filter and film grain as a steam engine starts chugging into an activate state making Shadow and Rouge snap to attention and brace while looking directly at the 'camera'. The POV raises up and angles to look down at the two, while a gramophone sounding voice rings out.

"Intruders detected. Intruders... Unregistered." Shifting the POV around to show it's a Steampunk esk E-123 Omega, chained up and slowly revving up to his feet but isn't able to move from the chains holding him down. Shadow and Rouge glance at each other while Shadow reaches for his gun, but Omega just tugs at the chains. "Intruders... Provide assistance."

Rouge balks with surprise and then relaxed while Shadow is still on edge. "Assistance? Oh, I see... Eggman locked you up in here, did he?" Rouge intuits while gesturing to the chains. "How wastrel of him."

"Eggman... Creator. Eggman... Destroyer. Must destroy Eggman." Omega says with his voice skipping and scratching like an old gramophone trying to play a record that is mangled and damaged. "Assist me. To destroy Eggman."

Shadow actually smirks and looks to the side, meeting Rouge's glance. He pulls his gun from the holster and starts shooting at the chains, making them fall to the ground and letting Omega step free from the wall. "This is the first robbery I actually feel good about."

"Funny how things have a way of working out don't they?" Rouge laughs while reaching a hand out for Omega who looks at hesitantly before reaching his own claw out, which she gently takes and starts ushering him along to escape with them before anyone comes around to investigate the gunshot sounds. "Come on big guy, I'm sure the professor can get you back into fighting shape. Then the three of us can really start having fun raising hell."

[800tz]

LOVE BUZZED

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Pair: Jesus Christo x F reader

Fandom: Clone high

Warnings: None

Additional: N/N=nickname, H/S=hairstyle, the teacher name is just a random ass name i came up with, also Gandhi's back😝

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The day started off just as any normal Friday morning would, the halls busseling with the familiar faces of Vlad the Impaler and Napoleon, just the usual.

"Y/N! doesn't today seem like it's gonna be crazy? I mean nothing interesting has happened since the nip slip at the rally last week, somethings gotta be coming y'know?" Frida grabbed her skateboard, leaning against the locker next to yours.

"I don't know, I mean I can't really think of a reason for it to be a special day... Besides that Biology test, by the way, did you get it?"

You asked, refering to the answer key you asked her to steal for educational reasons.

"Of course I did, here" as she hands the answer key over, you slide her a piece of bubble gum, her favorite thing in the whole wide world besides her trusty skateboard.

You were walking to class with Frida slowly skating next to you, how days usually started, that was until an unusual interaction would start a chain of events...

"Heyyyy Y/N..so I know I still owe you that 5 dollars, and I promise I'm working on it! but I need a favor.." Gandhi appeared in front of you, out of nowhere, blocking your path.

rolling your eyes, you thought 'what more could he possibly need' he looked at you with his sad attempt at puppy dog eyes.

"What" you ask blankly, "Well, I need you to meet Joan in the bathroom..." he states. You noticed his nervous stance, he was visibly sweaty, tapping his pointer fingers together, avoiding eye contact.

"Ok, what tim-" immediately you were cut off by being shoved to the girls room "like right now" he blurts. Soon enough you were standing in a stall with Joan.

"Whats up" you asked tiredly, Joan didn't look half as nervous as Gandhi did, probably because she hasn't owed you $5 since the 6th grade.

"Ok, before you judge me, let me explain what happened first!" she says with wide eyes

"Basically, what happened was... "

FLASHBACK

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"Did you hear about that party Catherine the Great's throwing" Gandhi whispered, Abe looked at him quickly, "No? She's throwing a party? When? Is Cleo gonna be there?!" he babbled.

"Probably, but I doubt she'd invite us... Unless we had a way in" Joan smiled to herself, "I have an idea" Joan said.

"Yeah! Last weeks trip was sooooo wild right Gandhi?" Joan exclaimed loudly, Gandhi looked at all the eyes on him and immediately hid himself behind some menus.

"Right Gandhi??" Joan pushed, "O-oh yeah, totally! What did we do? Acid was it?" he yelled, "What are you guys talking about? We didn't do anything last wee-ouch!" Joan kicked Abe in the shin from beneath the table.

"Yeah! Huh thank goodness I brought the stuff!" Joan continues. Now, more than a few eyes were on them, almost the whole diner was looking their direction.

"Oh yeah, I know TONS of dealers!" Joan exclaimed, Catherine looked at her with the biggest smile ever, "You do!?" she overheard Joan talking at the table behind her.

Catherine jumped into the booth next to Joan, "Yeah, I do, why? do you need anything?" asked Joan.

"Yeah I do actually! I don't know if you heard but I'm throwing this party next Friday, and it would be totally lame without something to spice it up" Catherine frowned

"But if you have something, you guys could totally come" she says with a smile, "YES! Yes! We can totally have some by next Friday!" Gandhi declares, while standing on the booth.

"Wait-" Joan could barely get a word out before Catherine interrupted her with a clap, "Cool! You guys are totally invited! Don't forget the stuff or else I'll be totally pissed, anyways, thanks! See you at the party!" Catherine swiftly grabbed her purse and exited the diner.

"Gandhi.... Why would you do that! How are we supposed to get that much weed by next Friday?!" Joan whisper yelled across the table. "Uhhh I don't know... You think she's into me?" he asks, smiling very widely.

"No Gandhi, she's not- never mind that! You realize the entire school is going to be at this party? There's no way we're gonna get it in time!" Joan sighs.

Gandhi gulps, realizing the gravity of is rash decision making, "W-well, I think I know someone"

END OF FLASHBACK

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"So yeah.. That's what happened" Joan sighed, you rubbed your face, the situation already stressing you out to the max

"And you waited till Friday morning to tell me?" you ask. "Well Gandhi wouldn't stop getting all scared to ask you! Just please help me out, I'll do your homework for the whole rest of the year if you do this ONE LITTLE thing for me!" Joan begs.

"I wish I could but I don't even smoke sooo I don't know why Gandhi would even tell you to ask me, I'm sorry but I wish I could-" Joan grabbed your shoulders tightly.

"What do you mean you don't smoke? You mean you know people who do right? Gandhi told me you were close friends with Jesus" Joan panicked.

"What? No I went to middle school with Jesus, but we weren't close, and no, I don't know anyone who does" you tell her.

"Ah! That's it! I'll go talk to Jesus! He'll have something!" she cheered. The more you thought about it, the more you just couldn't shake it, why on earth would Gandhi think you were close with Jesus?

"Hey Joan! Before you go, did Gandhi tell you why he thought Jesus and I were close?" Joan quickly gathered her things before heading out to class.

"He said he talks about you a lot or something, anyways thank you so much! I'll see you at the party tonight right?" she asks,"Yup" and just like that she was gone.

You sat down next to Frida, only a few minutes later than usual. "What was that all about?" Frida whispers over the monotone teacher's lecture.

"It's kind of a long story but basically, Catherine the Great is throwing a party tonight, and Gandhi told her he has a ton of weed that he could take to the party" you explain.

"Ok? So what does that have to do with you?" Frida asks, "Well, the problem is Gandhi doesn't have any weed, so he asked me if I had anything because... Because apparently he thought I was 'close' with Jesus" you say.

"Jesus Christo?" she looks at me shocked, "Yeah, isn't that weird? Joan said he talks about me a lot or something" you say.

"Huh weird, maybe he likes you!" Frida teases,"No way! Shut up" you giggle "Anyways, we're going to that party right?" Frida asks, "Oh for sure" you smile, fist bumping Frida.

"Kahlo, L/N, something you wanna share?" Mr Bonner asks, Frida only pops a bubble loudly in response. "Alrighty" Mr Bonner moves on quickly.

LUNCH TIME

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"Why did you tell me that she knew a guy?" Joan quizzed, Gandhi rubbed his head "Well it's not my fault! Jesus won't shut up about some girl in English! Maybe it wasn't her!" Gandhi sighed, "We're totally not gonna make it to that party huh" he whined.

"We will as soon as you go talk to Jesus-" Joan starts, Gandhi stands up triumphantly, "That's it! I'll go talk to Jesus!" he says, walking towards his table.

"Almost like that's what I just said" Joan sighs while putting a spoonful of peas into her mouth.

Jesus was sitting pretty deep into the cafeteria, with a group of other stoner kids, he was surprisingly sober. "Hey, can I talk to you... Alone" all the laughing stopped immediately.

"Of course homes, whats going on?" he asks with his usual fluid voice, ending up in the hallway together, Gandhi began to explain the circumstance he found himself in.

"You smoke weed right?" Gandhi awkwardly asks, "'Course I do homes"... "Well uh, I'm kind of in a tough spot.. You see I kinda...overestimated... And I’m gonna need some- a lot of weed actually, I can pay you! I just- please man" Gandhi explains.

Jesus hums to himself, "oohhh I see, you promised someone a lot of stuff but then you actually didn't have anything but you need it cuz if you don't they'll get all angry? I been there before homes I been there" he says.

"So you'll help me?! Thanks man! You have no idea-" Gandhi's cheers were quickly interrupted, "Ehh I would, tch but I'm fresh out homes, and my plugs outta town" Jesus shrugs.

"Dude! Are you serious right now?!" Gandhi whines, "Stone cold homes" Jesus says bluntly, Gandhi whines loudly.

Jesus laughs loudly, "Haha! You shoulda seen your face homes! You were all like uuughhhhhh!" he laughs. "Wait so you were joking?" Gandhi looks up at him with hopeful eyes.

"Of course man, but I'll only help you on one condition ey" Gandhi looks at him, he would do absolutely anything to get laid at this point, "Whatever it is, I'll do it just tell me who I have to kill-"

"Woah relax, take a hit! You say you'll do anything ey?" Jesus holds out his pinky finger, "Anything" Gandhi pinky promises.

"That was a pinky promise homes, that means it's sacred ey, if you break it, something bad will happen, something very very bad" he puts his arm around Gandhi.

Gandhi gulps, "Of course man!" he says nervously, having absolutely no idea what he's getting himself into.

"Alright alright, I want you to set me up with that one super hot chick with the H/S, Y/N, man I had my eye on her since middle school homes, I just been too scared to talk to her and you pinky promised so now you have to homes" Jesus smiled

Gandhi was relieved it wasn't something as bad as he thought it would be, but don't get him twisted it was still a very difficult feat.

"Y/N?" Gandhi asks, Jesus pulls his wallet out, he fumbled with it for a moment before unfolding a yearbook page, he slid his finger down the page before reaching her picture.

The yearbook page had been from years before, it was a middle school picture of you, braces gleaming embarrassingly bright, almost popping off the page.

"Ooohh Y/N?! You have a crush on Y/N!?-" Jesus put his hand over Gandhi's Mouth almost immediately, "Shhh ey be quiet homes! Not so loud!" Jesus said.

Gandhi nodded, "ooooohhh I got you man! Your secrets safe with me! You won't regret it!" Gandhi led Jesus out the back door of the school, not to be seen by a single soul.

END OF SCHOOL DAY

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"Do you wanna come over?" you ask Frida, "Nah, I'll skate home today, see you at the party" Frida says her goodbyes before skating away.

Who wouldn't be excited for a party, today was the best day ever!

Oops, spoke too soon...

"Aw come on! Are you kidding me!" the tires were slashed, absolutely demolished, "Well it looks like I'll be getting a ride... Hey Joan! Can I ride with you! My tires are slashed!" you yelled over to the red headed girl.

"Sure, hop in" she says, you hopped into the passenger seat feeling lucky that you wouldn't have to walk home.

The ride to your house was quiet because you couldn't quiet get Jesus off of your mind, you've only spoken like once, what if he really did have a crush on you? I mean why though? you don't know each other at all! Whatever, it's basically the weekend, you should be focusing on yourself right now, yeah!

As Joan pulled up to your house, you thanked her and walked towards the door, thankfully your foster parents were on vacation so you were free to party!

When you check your backpack for your house keys, it's almost like over night you became the most unlucky person on earth because of course your keys were missing!

"For fucks sake" you mumbled to yourself, walking over to Joan's car and stepping back in, "Welp looks like I'm locked out" you smiled to her, "Its cool, now we can get ready for Catherines party together!" you smiled at each other as you drove to Joan’s house.

JOANS HOUSE

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It was almost time for the party, you had put on some makeup, but you couldn't really eat anything because you still couldn't stop thinking about Jesus, what was going on?

"Ugh" Joan grunts next to you, looking at her flip phone with a stressed out expression. "What is it? Did you get the whole weed situation figured out?" you ask

"Yup! Everythings fine! Totally fine I promise!" Joans reaction weren't exactly what you wanted to hear, but it was enough for you not to worry too much.

The minutes ticked by quickly, soon enough you were in Joan’s car listening to the plans for who you were picking up.

"Ok so we're gonna drive to Gandhi's house, park there, pick up his van, and then we're picking up Abe and Jesus. Gandhi said we were taking a quick pitstop somewhere but he didn't say where" Joan explains.

You didn't think before you spoke "Wait Jesus is coming with us?" you blurt out. Joan looked at you confused, "Yeah, is something wrong?" she asked.

"No, nothing, also whats that pitstop? He didn't say anything about it?" you asked, as Joan put the car in drive, she looked at you and smiled, "Nope!"

Soon enough you were in a sticky van with Abe, Joan, Ghandi and Jesus. "Ok so where is this pitstop? You said it was on the way" Joan says.

Jesus leaned over the passenger seat from the back, pointing towards street ahead, "Just keep going this way homes, I'll tell you when to stop" the car was mostly silent other than Abe and Ghandi talking about all the girls they would bang at the party.

"Eyy how have you been Y/N, I haven't seen you since the 8th grade homes, how's it going" Jesus was sprawled across the van from me, picking the shag carpet lightly.

You're eyes widened suddenly at the sudden sound of your name "Well I've been alright, how about you" I replied shyly, Jesus sighs "Nothing much..." he trails off, still picking the carpet.

"I see you grew out that catfish stash" you joke, "Eyy don't trash Jesus Junior" he laughed while combing his goatee.

"Ey you remember when that one guy with the bug eyes threw up in gym and the teacher got all angry cuz he was throwing up everywhere and then bug eyed kid threw up on the teacher?" he giggles

"Kinda, wasn't that Tommy G?" you thought, "Yeah! Oh man, I'll never forget the look on your face, you were all like" Jesus widened his eyes an made an over exaggerated shocked expression with his mouth.

"I did not look like that!" you pushed his shoulder slightly, "Eh I think you did N/N" he pokes. N/N?...N/N, he gave you a nickname, and you actually liked it.

Jesus wasn't as serious as you thought he'd be, he looks a little intimidating from the outside, but now that you'd talked talked to him he was actually really cool!

"Ey stop right there homes" Jesus leaned over the passenger seat, Joan stopped the car quickly. "That's his place, we gotta break in there and get the stuff" Jesus says calmly.

"Break in?! I thought you said you were joking!" Ghandi panicks, "I lied, sorry about that, but ey relax it'll be easy, we'll need someone to distract the guard dog while I sneak in and get it" Jesus explains.

It was about 9 o'clock at night, the neighborhood was very sketchy, definitely not the best place for a group of teenagers to be.

After a lot of yelling and "not its" Gandhi spoke up, "I'll go" he sighs, everyone looked at him shocked "I'm the one who got us into this, and I'm gonna get us to that party or die trying!" he declares.

"Gandhi.." Joan whispers, Jesus smiles, "Great, lets go". Gandhi and Jesus stepped out of the van, sneaking over to the side of the house.

"Ok, I'm gonna put you over the fence and then I'm gonna go in through the window and let the dog out, you have to keep him busy for about 5 minutes homes, you think you can do that?" Jesus explained the plan to him.

Gandhi high fived Jesus and nodded. I watched from the window as Gandhi hopped onto Jesus's shoulders dropping into the backyard.

Jesus snuck in through an open window, the big dog barked loudly at Gandhi outside of the screen door, Jesus opened it and from the van all we heard was...

"Ahh!!! Good boy! Ouch come on hurry up man!" Gandhi was running in circles away from the angry dog.

A few minutes of loud barking was interrupted by Jesus jumping over the fence with a half naked Gandhi.

They jumped into the van almost so fast that you didn't see them, "GO! GO DRIVE JOAN HURRY!" Gandhi yelled.

The van sped off, throwing you and Gandhi onto Jesus, you looked up at him, he smiled widely, not in a creepy way but in more of an 'it's cool' sorta way.

The car gradually slowed down, "Did you get it" Gandhi huffs, Jesus reaches into his jacket, pulling out a big bag of weed, "I got rolling paper too, N/N's gonna help me roll them!" he puts his arm around me in a friendly way.

There I was, in the back of a van rolling blunts with Jesus and a mostly naked Gandhi.

As soon as we arrived at the party, everyone nearly went feral at the sight of a blunt, everyone plunged their gross teenage hands into the bag, by the time everyone was satisfied there was only one left.

"Ey N/N, wanna hit this with me?" Jesus offers, you had never smoked before...but you wanted to seem cool to him right now so you swallowed your fear and went for it.

"Sure" Jesus smiled, pulling out his lighter and lead you out of the house, "I've got a perfect spot, check this out homes" Jesus grins

"Ey Gandhi, hold onto this for me, thanks man" Jesus tossed Gandhi his flip phone. Gandhi gave Jesus a thumbs up and a smile, Jesus copied him and continued on his journey.

TIMESKIP

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The party was a full on hit, almost everyone at school was here, on the dance floor was Gandhi, still only in his boxers and socks, but that didn't matter now! It was party time!

'BZZZZT! BZZZZT!'

Jesus's phone buzzed in Gandhis sweaty boxers, causing him to forget that it wasn't his phone "Hey! Wuzzzaaapp!!!" he slurs into the speaker.

"Ey wussup homie, yo check this, I'm heading home in a few, I gotta new stash of some real crazy shiz, herbal blend type shit, anways, you should stop by homes I'll be at the crib in a few" the voice on the other line spoke.

Gandhi's heart dropped for the millionth time that night, "T-totally, ey I gotta go bye" he hung up quickly, saving his ass in the process.

Gandhi shoved his way through the crowd to the kitchen where he found Joan downing a can of beer, "uh Joan?" Gandhi yells over the music.

"Heyy, hows it goin~ do you think I should dye my hair blue??? Or is it just me-you know I feel great right now-" Joan immediately lurched over the sink and puked herself sober

"Joan! We have a serious problem!" Gandhi yells, Joan wearily lifts her head up, "What is it this time" she asks.

"Well uh, Jesus's plug is coming back... Tonight.... Right now.." He explains, Joan looked at him with wide eyes, "oh my god! Were gonna go to jail for breaking and entering! We're criminals Gandhi! Filthy! Dirty criminals!" Joan cries.

Gandhi thinks for a second, "Well not if we put it all back!" he proposes, Joan furrowed her brows "Lets go!" she drags Gandhi by his shoulder back to the van.

"What about Jesus and Y/N?! We can't just leave the-" Joan put her finger up to Gandhi's lips, "There's no time! We gotta hurry! Hop in the back and start putting the little crumbs into the bag-"

As Joan pulled the van doors open widely, a shocking scene appeared, you were only in your bra and bottoms, you're shirt thrown off to the side lazily, along with Jesus's jacket. You were placed on his lap, him holding himself up on his elbows.

Joan looked at the two of you with wide eyes, "Eyy up top!" Gandhi holds his hand up expectingly, only to be shoved into the van.

As the car sped off, you swiftly grabbed your shirt and tried your best to fan the herbal mist out the window. "Sooo did you guys go.....all the way?" Gandhi asks with a perverted grin.

You thought back at the moments before they arrived, your adrenaline still pumping from the excitement of doing something you weren't supposed to.

FLASHBACK

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Jesus led you back out to Gandhi's van. He opened the back doors for you, letting you in first then soon hopping in behind. "Ey we can hotbox" he smiles.

You were quite nervous, this being one of the rare occasions of you being alone with a boy. "Ey have you ever done this before? You look hella nervous" Jesus says while preparing to flick the lighter

"What are you talking about? I-I do this all the time" you lie, he looks at you blankly for a moment, "Kidding.. " you cringe at yourself, why would you say that, like why?

Jesus lights the joint, the herbal smell already filling the vehicle, he takes a long, beep breath in, sighing happily when he's finished.

"Here" he hands the joint to you, you take it cautiously, not really knowing what to do. Building your courage up, you slowly drew the joint closer to your lips, 'don't embarrass yourself'

"HACK HACK!" as soon as you tried to take a deep breath in, violent coughs errupted from your throat, this could't possibly get any worse

"Woah, you alright?" he pats your back gently, "no" you strain. Jesus sits you up gently, taking the joint from your hands he smiles.

"Tch, no need to be embarrassed, it happens to everyone" he grins. You tried your best to not run out of the van and into oncoming traffic.

"Ey how about we shotgun" he suggests, you look at him curiously, what the hell is shotgunning? You just looked at him blankly.

"Come here" he says gently, you sat uncomfortably close to him face to face, your cheeks getting warmer by the second.

You watched as he placed the joint between his soft lips, you couldn't help but look into his deep black eyes, wondering what kind of person layed behind them, just out of your reach.

He as he breathed in, crazy thoughts ran through your mind, you thought about kissing him....With tongue!

He came a little bit closer and blew the smoke into your face, you breathed it in, the task now feeling a lot easier.

"Tch see, I knew you could do it" he jokes, you laugh a little causing you to cough lightly. "Wanna try again?" he grins expectantly.

You thought about it, even if you guys did make out, it probably wouldn't turn into anything, but that might be a better reason to do it! But it's just all so confusing!

"Sure" you smile as he came closer. Nothing could stop you now, you would have his tongue in your mouth by the end of the night, even if it killed you!

Just like before, he dragged the smoke into his mouth, then he blew the smoke into your face, getting just a little bit closer than last time.

You couldn't tell if it was the marijuana, or if it was some newly grown balls, but you knew that the next shotgun, you would kiss him.

And sure enough when he came close, and blew the smoke into your face, you pressed your lips gently onto his, moving your lips gently on his.

The joint was long forgotten by the time you held onto his jacket, pulling his lips closer. It felt liberating! You pulled away, his face was slightly red, his hat and halo shitfed slightly.

His eyes were glued to you, he couldn't believe this was happening, Y/N L/N was making out with him in a van outside of Catherine the Greats house!

He leaned up, not wanting this moment to end, he kissed you passionately, holding your cheeks softly, he couldn't get enough of you.

The two of you ended up on the floor, you on top of him. He held onto your hips as you removed your shirt revealing your lacy bra. Jesus's eyes widened, you felt something unfamiliarly hard beneath your crotch, but you and I both know what that was.

He sat himself on his elbows, watching as you unbuttoned his jacket tantalisingly slow. With each button, you kissed him.

He lifted his hand up to move some stray pieces of hair out of your face, that's when the van doors suddenly opened. "Ah!" you yelped, Jesus only looked at the figures with a shocked expression.

The figures turned out to be Gandhi and Joan. Joan looked at the two of you with disgust, while Gandhi grined widely "Eyy! Up top!" he puts his hand up expectingly, only to be shoved into the back by Joan.

END OF FLASHBACK

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"What with the rush homes?" Jesus questions, Gandhi fills the two of you in on the situation, you not being able to focus too well thanks to the events that occured prior.

"Where are we supposed to get all of that? Is he gonna kill us? This is totally freaking me out!" Joan panicks. The car swerves wildly throughout the city, both Gandhi and Joan screaming with fear.

This situation had sobered you slightly, you thought carefully about what you could do to fix the situation, you thought a little bit but then you remembered!

"STOP THE CAR!" you yelled, the whole car went silent at the sound of your loud voice. Joan pulled over cautiously, as soon as the car came to a halt, everyone looked back at you expectantly.

"I have an idea"

TIMESKIP

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There you Jesus, Joan, and Gandhi were in all black, ski masks keeping your identities a secret. The four of you stood outside of the hospital, "If I'm correct, theres medical marijuana in there, and I know it might not be the same thing but its our last hope" you sigh.

All four of you walked up to the window, you held Gandhi up to the window, "Remember, try to be stealthy!" you whisper, he nods, holding his hand like a gun, "agent tan incoming" he says

That's when he dove through the window, shattering it loudly, the three of you left outside cringed, but it was too late to chicken out.

Jesus lifted you up into the window, next was Joan, then finally you and Joan pulled Jesus up. Gandhi stood there against the wall, holding his hands like guns, "I told you to be quiet! Theres security here!" you scold.

Gandhi keeps his mouth shut, still playing into his stoic agent act." alright, my foster mom works here, she talks about the stash all the time, it should be on the third floor" you say.

The four of you tiptoed through the hospital, trying your best not to be caught by staff or patients, but it was getting pretty hard since Gandhi was apparently addicted to acting stupid.

Once you made it to the third floor, you took a bag each, jackpot! You all quietly celebrated, thats when you heard keys jingling at the door.

You, Joan and Jesus all dove behind some shelves, Gandhi stood in front of the door. The door opened revealing a tall muscular man in a security guard outfit.

"Stop right there! You have the right to remain tan!" Gandhi shouts while diving out the window, you face palmed. But it wasn't the time for shenanigans, it was now or never.

The three of you ran for it, exiting the hospital swiftly, on your way out you found Gandhi hanging on a tree branch, you grabbed him and ran to the van, making a swift getaway!

As soon as you guys made it to calm ground, you all took a big breath of relief, but there was still one last thing to do.

As Joan drove towards the drug dealers home, a calming silence fell amongst you. You sat next to Jesus, leaning your head on his shoulder.

He tapped you on your leg, you looked into his eyes, "When this is all over, wanna hangout sometime?" he asks shyly, you smile "sure" you whisper.

Closing your eyes gently for just a moment to collect your mind. Unbeknownst to you, Gandhi gave Jesus a thumbs up, Jesus doing the same.

Once the car parked, Joan looked back "Jesus, this is it, don't fail us now" she says seriously, he just nods and heads off into the home through the window.

You all waited with anticipation, watching silently. Thats when a red car suddenly pulled up, it was the dealer! You started to sweat, what if he got caught? Or worse...shot?

You could tell that Gandhi and Joan were thinking the same thoughts, thats when suddenly, out of the shadows, Jesus came rushing out from behind the home!

He hopped into the van with all of us cheering for our victory, "Drive!" we all yelled.

We ended up at The Grassy Knoll, parked in the parking lot enjoying our shakes and fries.

"That was crazy! Did you guys see how I dove out of that window! I was so badass! I was like 'shing! bam! Kapow!' stop right there" he says the last part with an over exaggerated deep voice.

We all laughed at his interpretation of the situation, we all sat watching the sun rise together peacefully.

"Wait, wheres Abe?" Gandhi pipes up.

MEANWHILE

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"Where am I?" a disgruntled Abraham Lincoln asks. He was fully naked on a pool floaty, beer cans surrounding him in the water.

"Joan? Y/N?! GANDHI?!"

THE END

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[kathyprior4200]

Walk All Over You (Rolanda X Reader) (NSFW)

Warning for sex, blood and murder.

A pale full moon dimly glows behind a blanket of dark gray clouds. A chill wind is in the air, softly creaking the dead tree branches arching toward the sky. Thunder rumbles over the vast rows of tombstones below. There are no signs of life or civilization as far as the eye can see.

Except for you.

You were wandering all alone, shivering from the cold. You didn’t really know how you got to this place. On a dreary car ride back home, your vehicle had broken down in the middle of nowhere. There was no cell phone service and no nearby places to get help. You needed somewhere to spend the night other than your car.

Braving the cold, you step out and head forward. In the morning, you would begin the long trek to the nearest place with wi-fi.

Lightning flashes and crashes, illuminating an old building that appears in your line of sight. You freeze and look up.

It is an old hotel building, covered in cobwebs, the windows cracked. Glowing in orange on the roof in large letters reads “ONE STAR WONDER.” It looks like a cross between a motel and a haunted house.

What kinds of hobos, addicts, and shady people resided inside? You didn’t want to find out, but there was nowhere else to go in the dark. Taking shaky steps, you make your way to the double doors and pull them open.

Inside, the lobby looks just as tacky as the exterior. The floor is red and decorated with eye designs. The red wallpaper is worn in several spots and cobwebs hang in the corners. A couple dead plants sit on a round white table and there are a few worn red circular rugs. Two worn out orange couches sit nearby under hanging circular white lights spread out in every direction. The red ceiling is also cracked in several areas. Several lightbulbs are broken overhead.

At the front desk to the far left is a small green lamp, a service bell, and a large old box-shaped computer. A dark blue door with a skull on it reads “staff only.”

You see a figure sitting at the front desk, the hotel manager. You read the nametag: Rolanda.

The woman smiles as you approach the desk and says the hotel greeting.

“Welcome to the One Star Wonder, where it’s a wonder we still have that star!”

She cocks her head to the side. “How may I help you today?”

Rolanda sits with her hands folded together. She wears her well-pressed hotel uniform: a red vest with black buttons on the front and a gray long-sleeved undershirt. A matching gray skirt is underneath and further down are black leggings over her legs and black high-heeled shoes on her feet.

You notice her skin is ghostly white and her eyes are obscured by square-shaped gold and brown sunglasses. Around her slightly wrinkled forehead is her long dirty-blonde hair, mostly pulled back and ending in two thin ponytails sticking out on either side. A black toothpick sticks out of her mouth.

“Hello, Miss,” you say. “I was wondering if I could briefly spend the night here? I had a little trouble along the way.”

“Car trouble?” she asks.

You nod. “H-how did you…”

She shrugs. “Lucky guess. And of course you can stay. Cash or credit?”

You pull out your credit card.

“$25.66, please,” she says.

You hand her your card and she types on the keyboard of the old computer.

“Name, please?”

You tell her your name.

She hands you back your card. “Alright, looks like I found a nice room for you.” She opens a drawer to her left and hands you a gray key on a loop. “Head down the hall, three doors to your left.”

“Thanks,” you reply.

The lights flicker overhead for a few seconds, and you briefly look up.

“Oh, don’t worry about the lights,” she says. “They’ve been doing that for years.”

“Is this place haunted?” You can’t help but wonder.

Rolanda leans in slightly. “There have been some…disturbances, the kind that may have killed some of my guests in the past.” She pauses. “But…I’m sure you’ll be safe.”

A babbling sound comes from behind the desk. Rolanda glances down at a hunchbacked bellhopper in a red uniform, with straggly long white hair, gnarled fingers, and unblinking eyes. She drools with her hands out.

“B-b-bitch! Bitch!” she babbles.

“Oh, sorry. That’s Toleda the Igor,” Rolanda mentions, looking back up. “She’s worked for me ever since my last janitor guy disappeared. If you ever need help with your luggage, she’s there.”

You were at a loss for words.

Rolanda glances over at a nearby small vase on the desk. “Oh, I almost forgot…”

She reaches over and lifts up one red rose on a black stem. She hands you the rose. “Here’s a small token of welcome…for a sweet-looking fellow like you.”

You blush and take the rose. “T-thank you, Rolanda.”

“My pleasure,” she says, smile widening. “I hope you enjoy your brief stay.”

You walk down the dim hallway, searching for your room. More broken bulbs flicker overhead, and you hear drips of water coming from a nearby exposed pipe from the ceiling. You pass a large portrait of a smiling Rolanda in her uniform, holding a rose. You have a feeling that her eyes were following you as you continued on, but you brush it off.

 Finally, you find your room. You put the key in the slot, turning it. The door unlocks with a click. You step inside and turn on the light. You spot an old single bed with orange, yellow, and blue flowers on the bedsheets. An old-fashioned TV sits in one corner and a potted plant in another. A small bathroom is off to the left. Dust settles on the carpet below your feet. You put the rose on a bedside table and sit on your bed with a sigh. Worries and exhaustion fill your mind…how were you going to get back home?

“Need anything, sweetheart?”

A yelp escapes your throat as you lift up your head. Rolanda beams at you, arms folded behind her back.

“What the…how did…” you stutter in shock.

Rolanda shushes you as she steps closer. “You seemed pretty stressed when you came in. Just wanted to make sure you were ok.”

“Y-yeah, I’m fine,” you stutter. “Just knock next time, please.”

“I know we just met, but perhaps a dinner date with me would cheer you up?” she asks with a wink.

“Rolanda, it’s the middle of the night!” you exclaim. “I need some sleep!”

“Who said we had to go out to eat?” she inquires. “We can have some nibbles right here, right now.”

You blush and your eyes roll. “Ooh,” you groan. “Is this some kind of freaky sexual roleplay? Now’s not the time!”

Rolanda breathes on your neck. “On the contrary, I think it’s the perfect time. It’s clear you’re in some distress, and as your honorable hostess…”

She cups your cheek with her hand, “…I’d be happy to help you.”

“W-we don’t even have food!”

“We don’t need any,” she purrs, licking her lips.

“Again with the roleplay…” you begin. Your words are cut off when the lights flicker in your room. The room goes dark and cold. Rubbing your eyes, you see a sight that turns your blood cold: a black shadow with glowing yellow eyes and a grinning yellow mouth. The lights snap back on, revealing Rolanda again.

Realization hits you. ‘You…you’re the one…’ you think.

You lift yourself from the bed and head toward the door. Your hand almost reaches the handle when you feel yourself falling forward onto the floor. You cry out and try to stand, but a mysterious force grabs your ankles and lifts you up slightly off the floor. You feel your body being turned around before you’re gently lowered onto the floor on your back.

Something wet pools underneath you, spreading under your back and spilling rapidly toward your arms and legs. You struggle to lift your body, but the strange black goo sticks you in place.

Rolanda’s hand covers your mouth just as you are about to scream. “Hey, none of that. I don’t want you waking up the other guests.”

“Bitch! Let me go!” you protest.

Rolanda clicks her tongue. “I’m afraid I can’t do that. You know my secret now, so in order for me not to get in trouble…you’ll have to die.”

You struggle some more.

“Aw, it’s not so bad,” she coos, swaying her hips a bit. “Who wouldn’t want a beautiful lady to willingly enter their bedroom?”

She leans down and kisses you on the cheek.

‘I don’t understand…why…why did you kill innocent people?’ you wonder.

“Oh, it’s simple,” Rolanda answers. “If anyone suspects the existence of demons, someone has to send their souls to Hell so the humans can keep being clueless. Don’t take it personally, I’m just following King Leviathan’s orders.”

She then lets out a girlish giggle. “Though I do sometimes like to see if random humans would make great snacks.” She sighs. “I guess I really should be better at cleaning up after tearing them apart…”

‘W-what are you?! Where did you even come from?!’

Rolanda smirks. “Glad you asked. Since I’ll be the last person you see, I think I’ll let you see…some more of me.”

She slowly unbuttons her red vest and takes it off. She then lifts her undershirt over her head, only showing her slender pale chest and her bra.

She slowly moves her fingers behind her and unlatches her bra, which falls to the floor. You stare at her round white breasts, which she moves in sensual circles with her hands.

You try and glance away.

“Hey, keep looking,” she orders. “I know that look in your eyes. You’re more than welcome to feel them.”

You glance in confusion at your hands, which are still stuck to the floor.

You look back at Rolanda and find your face squished right between her boobs.

Your face turns red and sweat beads your forehead. You let out small grunts as her smooth skin caresses around your face, mouth and cheeks. You can’t help but give some small licks to taste her sweetness.

Rolanda’s breasts turn hard, and she snickers. “Flustered already, little morsel? You sure are fun to play with.”

All too soon, she pulls back from your face. She grins and begins to take off her shoes. She takes off her leggings and her skirt…painfully slow, until finally, her underwear falls off, too.

“R-Rolanda…” you stutter. “If you’re gonna kill me, I-I don’t…”

“Hush,” she whispers. “Let’s not ruin our fun…my fun, rather.”

She sways again and slowly lowers herself onto your chest. Her groin rests between your legs.

“W-what are you doing?” you ask. “Aren’t I supposed to have my clothes…?”

Rolanda ignores you and begins grinding her clit between your legs.

“Rolanda, stop!”

Rolanda chuckles and bucks her hips faster.

Under any other circumstances, this would be a wet dream come true. But in this case, you struggled and squirmed in vain. You were being violated by this strange predator and worse, you couldn’t stop the tingling hot pleasure sensation arising in your groin. You were completely at her mercy, and she knew it.

“Look how pathetic and helpless you are,” she grins between her hot groans. I know you’re enjoying this deep down. Just let it all…” she pauses. “… ‘cum’ out!”

Shortly after she says that, a long moan escapes your lips as wetness soaks your undergarments. Rolanda leans her head back in ecstasy as her cum splashes onto your pants. She pants and catches her breath, and you do the same, black spots dancing in your vision.

She stands up and folds her arms.

“Looks like you’ve been enjoying yourself too much.”  She leans forward and flashes a devious grin. “Let’s change that, shall we?”

The lights flicker overhead again. She leans down and trails her tongue up your neck, making you flinch.

“Get ready, human…because you’re now out of your depth!”

Her eyes start to glow yellow as she steps back into the dark. Lightning flashes and illuminates a monstrous face with an open black maw. The lights switch back on, and you can’t help but scream.

Rolanda poses in her demonic form. Her skin is gray and scaly, with several dark spots on her neck and off to the side of her forehead. Her long chin sticks out like an eels’, and her long yellow tongue roams just outside her rows of sharp teeth. Dangling from her head is a glowing esca, emitting a dot of hypnotic light. Her ears are fins, and her eyes glow an eerie yellow under sharp red sunglasses. Her hair is transparent white, trailing down into a long thin ponytail sticking out to the side. She clenches her four-clawed hands, while fish fins jut out from her back. Her body is now covered by a black undershirt and a purple vest. Her long black skirt reaches past her knees, the trim at the bottom in the shape of sharp teeth.

And on her feet…

…is the most bizarre pair of black high heels you’ve ever seen. They are shiny and black and along the surface between the top and the bottom are two curved ends that give the appearance of fish fins.

Click-clack, click-clack.

Her heels clack against the floor as she strolls toward you.

She sniffs the air. “That’s more like it. The intoxicating scent of fear and helplessness…you’ve got me famished!”

Ominously, she lowers her right foot until it lightly touches your stomach.

“I can’t wait to see how you break,” she whispers. She seductively rubs her shoe in circles on your belly.

“You’re a doormat,” she says with a scoff. “Such a little pansy that you’ll let yourself be trodden on.”

“No!” you yell.

“It’s the same with all you humans. You boast about your status and strength and sexual prowess. Or perhaps your beauty and nurturing capabilities. A vain attempt to hide all your insecurities gnawing inside.”

“I don’t…”

“Don’t what? Don’t know how weak you are? Don’t you how you try and cover away when death and disasters come knocking on your door? How you and your peers, family, and bosses are stuck in a losing game? Trying to repress all the hurt and shame until…”

She presses her shoe into your belly, and you wince.

“…it slowly breaks you piece by piece.”

She pauses and the silence fills you with dread.

Without warning, she lifts up her foot and stomps on your belly hard. You cry out at the sudden pain.

“You’re already whining like a baby,” she mocks. “I’m surprised you haven’t collapsed sooner.”

She walks forward, pressing her feet into your stomach, then gleefully doing the same to your chest. You choke and screech as a sickening crack resounds from below.

“Oh dear, I think I may have broken a rib,” she says. “You really are fragile in so many ways.”

She laughs and begins to dance on your body. Her long limbs and form twist and twirl unnaturally as she moves to your legs, hopping across them with one foot. The sharp ends dig into you, staining her heels with your red blood. She lifts up her leg and kicks the air. Her head cocks to the right and then to the lift, sickening cracking sounds coming from her neck. She jumps and plants both her feet into your face, rubbing and pressing for what feels like forever.

You muffle protests.

“You are krill under my boot,” Rolanda snaps. “You don’t talk.”

Your eyes blur with tears and Rolanda leans her head back and cackles into your ears.

“That’s it…keep crying, my dear! You should be honored that you’re about to become my delicious meal.”

She dips a clawed finger into your chest and licks your blood off of it. You were stunned you didn’t pass out.

She leaps off your face and twists in the air before landing back on her feet on the floor.

“I can sense every thought in that little head of yours,” she says, bending down to your hands. “You’re worthless…”

She takes your pinky finger and twists it hard. You scream and squirm, stuck in place.

“Irresponsible…”

She moves to your ring finger and grips hard.

“Incompetent…”

More sounds of your bones and joints breaking.

“Naïve…”

You cry out again before she reaches your thumb.

“And…” she drawls, “not me.”

Your thumb cracking was almost too much.

“Please make it stop!” you plead.

Rolanda moves to your other hand. “Satisfy me,” she commands. “Tell me I’m right.”

That was the last thing you wanted to do, but as you felt her claws curl around your other finger, you sob.

“Are you worthless?”

Her grip hardens. “Answer me.”

You nod weakly.

She grips tighter. “I can’t hear you.”

“Y-yes.”

“Yes, what?”

“Y-yes, ma’am…R-Rolanda.”

She smiles at your humiliation and moves to put your pinky back into place. She moves to your other hand, muttering, “this is too fun!”

“Are you irresponsible?”

“Y-yes, Rolanda…”

She stays still for a dreadful minute, then moves to fix your finger.

“Are you incompetent?”

“Yes, Rolanda.”

“Are you naïve?”

“Yes, Rolanda.”

“Louder!”

“Yes, Rolanda!” you desperately yell, tears streaming down your face.

You were starting to believe the self-degrading thoughts. Your fingers were pushed back into place. You close your eyes as she softly nibs your neck. “Heheheh. I don’t even need to possess you. You’re making it that much easier for me to break you. Men are right to be sacred of demons…and women. And it’s only a matter of time before you and your race are all gobbled up.”

She trails a claw down your cheek and neck. She strokes your neck with her long yellow tongue and you’re too weak to flinch away.

“We both know now that the only choice you have is giving up,” she grins right into your face. “You now understand your miserable life accounted for nothing. Your failings led you into my trap to meet your fate.”

“But still, you are doing me a great flavor,” she muses. She lowers and licks your tears from your face. “You’re giving me your body, mind, and soul. Your sorrows are a great delicacy, and I appreciate you providing them for me. You’re useful for something at least.”

Just when you thought things couldn’t get worse…

Rolanda laughs darkly. “And now, last but not least, my favorite part. You’ll be ready to die after this.”

She moves her esca down to eye level. In one last feeble attempt, you scrunch your eyes closed. Rolanda stands behind your head and pries your eyelids open with her claws. Tears spill from your eyes as you’re forced to stare into the dangling esca. She moves it from side to side in a hypnotic fashion and a haunting hum drones from her throat.

Icy dread and fear floods your veins as you lay helpless on the floor. You find yourself screaming as scenes begin to flash in your mind at top speed. All sorts of horrific scenes and memories. Some of them were illusions of fire and snakes and leeches. Others were your biggest traumas and worst childhood fears rushing to the surface like a giant wave slamming into you. Soon you couldn’t tell them apart. All the ways you hurt others, all your mistakes played like a horror movie in your mind, with no way to stop it. Friendships lost, babies struggling, parents gone too soon…

Your parents chiding you for not being good enough. Bullies taunting you in school hallways. The exhaustion of long hours at work. Natural disasters, fires, and earthquakes wreaking havoc across the land. Scenes of wars, bombings and crying children with worn clothes and starved bodies. The whimpers of dogs and cats being tormented…

…the bodies of your beloved pets, friends, family, and lovers lying in a heap by your feet….

…the grief of not getting enough done in your short life…

You gasp painfully for breath as Rolanda sinks her teeth into your neck and shoulders, red blood smeared all over her mouth and fangs. You head flops helplessly to the side.

“Thanks for being such easy prey,” she laughs as she slurps. “Good luck in Hell or wherever you go.”

The last thing you see is one of Rolanda’s bloodied heels before death blissfully takes you.

[kanene-yaaay]

Hi hi hi it's juno again I'm once again going insane I need to share the little thought I just had!

So like... Wangxian tickling each other to help each other let go, but going for opposite end results because letting go means something different for their partner than for them,,,,, Because of their opposing social temperaments!

Basically:

Lan Zhan tickling Wei Ying until he's too far gone to get any words out. No more nervous rambling or insincere protests, just unselfconcious laughter and no need to comment on anything or to carry the conversation because Lan Zhan's got him.

And on the other hand:

Wei Ying tickling Lan Zhan until he forgets all his propriety and self-restraint and the clan rules calling for concise and clear speech. Wei Ying tickling Lan Zhan until he can't help but start begging and babbling because he's too far gone to even really notice and much less to care. And there's no one else he'd be able to share that completely unrestrained side with but Wei Ying, because Wei Ying also has him.

Tldr: LZ tickling WY until he can't talk, WY tickling LZ until he can't help but talk (i love them so much)

JUNO DEAR HOW CAN YOU JUST DROP HERE WITH THE MOST MAGNIFICENT, THE MOST INCREDIBLE HC EVER AND AHAVYWVWJWVWUAVA GOSH!!!!! ARE YOU AWARE!!!! I AM ALMOST RUNNING ACROSS THE WALLS W THIS SCENARIO I AM AAAAA ♡♡♡

The way that both of them want to LET GO, to totally relax and become undone under each other's hands until there is nothing else in their mind but laughter and love ♡♡♡♡

Lan Zhan! Who usually is careful and mindful with his words, selecting them with attention and sparsely using them only to stumble and lose each and every restrain, laughing loudly and clear, words tumbling from his smiling lips almost as much as his own giggling, saying anything, babbling and rambling and having no idea what even is being said with how much he is laughing is just !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So so soooooooo goooood so great I want to AAAAAAA

And don't even get me started!!!!!!!! About Wei Ying!!!!!!!!!!!! GOSH! The one who once has been so worried, fighting for every single ounce of control now giving it up deliberately because there is no one else he trusts more than his Lan Zhan. So he let's himself fall and be caught and laugh and laugh and let his mind, his words and teasing and jokes and fears and doubts be shut down at once by his caring, his stubborn and loving husband who is very set in making warmth and laughter blossom freely from his soul to his lips

And there is nowhere else any of them could ever want to be

[snow-system-wol]

[lv95-96 MSQ spoilers]

At least Menphina is good at picking up the pieces... At least it's better than last time she was needed to help. (~1.7k)

Ao3

(warnings for familial death/grief)

Menphina often knew what was best to do – often, but not always. Hovering by Wuk Lamat and Koana just felt voyeuristic, if she couldn't figure out the right words to say to them. Staring at their backs in horror did nothing to help anyone.

So it was a relief to be sent out into the city, to do what she did best. 

What awaited her was not the worst of sights, though that was setting the bar rather low. Still, structural damage was minimized, all of the fires were out, and there were no bodies visible within seconds of looking. 

It was nowhere near as bad as back then – and she'd find people to help and she wouldn't have to hurt anyone, it didn't need to be like Palaka's Stand all over again. Even slightly remembering it made Menphina shudder. She needed to shake all that off to continue walking, aimlessly searching for someone else that could be helped. Anyone.

It did not take long – and luckily, nothing about this was beyond her capabilities. She found a man, his colorful merchant’s garb dirtied with soot and blood, huddled in a corner between buildings. His first response was to scream and flinch away from her, but that only lasted a moment before he understood that Menphina was merely human.

He calmed somewhat, still anxiously mumbling to himself as she healed the scrapes on his knees and arms. He nervously pulled away if she drew close enough to touch, and there was no more she could do than gently say once more than that the attack was over and leave to continue her search.

Menphina found a woman, sitting on the ground by what was likely her home, openly sobbing. Menphina sat by her and scanned for injuries – finding none visibly apparent. She latched onto Menphina's arm, shaking her head – that she wasn't harmed, she was safe, but her husband and kids...

Menphina stayed there for several minutes, with an arm around the woman and murmuring platitudes.

She could not cure grief in a moment, though, not like other injuries. She felt uncomfortable about leaving, but she knew she was needed now, in a number of other places. 

And that she certainly was. She spent the next bell roaming, healing broken bones and burns on survivors that she came across in her search. Many were in shock, but that would pass with time.

As would her fatigue, but she was starting to exhaust herself. It was a lot for her, to hurry through this steep city on S'ria's bad leg, casting spells all the while. Some strength still remained, and she was glad for that, knowing it was always needed – inevitably.

Inevitably, yes, it was. The infrastructure of the city was largely intact, but there were homes and businesses that had been destroyed by fire and blasts. It was passing by one such building that she caught, over everything else, the faint sounds of crying and yelling.

Picking her way into the building, she immediately feared for her safety. There luckily was no basement to fall into, but the support beams and ceiling creaked and shuddered with every passing moment. A few pieces of wood landed by her, and she considered leaving immediately – until she found the source of the noise. Oh – oh no. 

She was right, she had heard a young child. He was on the floor, shaking the body of a woman that Menphina knew immediately was dead. Both were mamool ja – she didn't have to hear the child babbling to his “mama” to understand what was happening here. 

Menphina crouched by the boy, who wasn't even acknowledging her presence.

“Little one – it is not safe here. Come with me, please.”

“Not without mama. Can't you help her?”

She cringed, unsure of herself. “Let me get you somewhere out of danger, and then – then I will come back for her.” She wouldn't lie, she couldn't do that. Even if it was only going back to retrieve the body, she could promise that.

He pulled back from her touch. “No! I won't go without her! She'll wake up.”

“Please –”.

There was a louder series of creaks, ash and planks falling next to her, and Menphina realigned her priorities in a way that she distinctly hated doing.

She grabbed the child, holding him under his arms in a way she could only hope wasn't too tight, and – despite his screams and attempts to kick or bite her, despite her own pain and exhaustion – forcibly removed him from the house herself.

A member of the landsguard ran up to her, clearly concerned by the frantic child she was holding onto. Upon hearing the desperate insistences that he go back inside to get his mom, their face changed from angry to pitying, and they took over wrangling the boy with a silent nod at Menphina. She took the opportunity to slip away, to hopefully do more for someone else. 

She cared more that the child lived than about his opinion, but she didn't like the idea of being hated for interfering. It stung. 

When Alisaie insisted that she and Wuk Lamat both rest, Menphina had no complaints.

 ----------

“Raha?”

“Are you alright? You sound…”

S'ria curled up, just exhausted – part his body, part the dregs of Menphina's emotions, and part his own sadness. “Things have taken… a turn. Will you be here soon?” There was a distinctly plaintive note to his voice that he didn't have the energy to suppress.

G'raha responded immediately, his voice surprisingly clear through the earpiece for one out in the middle of the ocean. “Of course, we will be reaching port in the next several bells. What has happened?”

“It's all gone wrong. The competition was over, and the two Vows were accepted by the people, and I was traveling with Erenville to see his childhood village and then – then the dome and lightning and…”

“Ria, slow down and breathe. What is this about a... dome?”

S'ria gestured aimlessly. “Just that. It showed up over Yyasulani and then these airships appeared… I felt awful pulling Erenville away, he obviously wanted to stay and find out what happened, but the ships were heading for the city. When we got there, it was chaos – fire and smoke and bulletfire made of pure levin. The technology was… all wrong.”

G'raha took in a sharp breath and held it as S'ria spoke. He hadn't expected this to be dangerous for S'ria, how had it gotten so bad so quickly?

“Was the technology akin to Allagan in its nature, what you have seen in the Tower and at Azys Lla?”

“No – it wasn't like that. I've never seen anything that looked like it. There were automatons that were so advanced that I thought they were flesh and blood soldiers – until they refused to bleed or die easily.”

“That is…worrying.” (S'ria could hear the ‘fascinating’ that G'raha may have said until less dire circumstances.) “You…”. G'raha cleared his throat. “Er, not you, exactly, but – would it be correct to assume that Menphina was helping with the fallout of the attack? Are you both well? Unharmed?”

S'ria sighed. “Unharmed, yes. We are both just exhausted, her both physically and mentally really. I don't even know how much we should complain – I mean… Wuk Lamat and Koana. Their father is dead – their other brother killed him. I don't even care how Zoraal Ja got this tech, I just – who does that?!”

G'raha was quiet on the other end of the line for a long moment before speaking quietly. “His eldest son committed fratricide? Wicked white, that is awful, I cannot imagine how those two feel right now, I –”. G'raha's voice suddenly became less hushed. “Forgive me, Y'shtola, I shall explain momentarily, I must –”.

A dry chuckle, mirthless, slipped from S'ria's throat. “No, you should talk to her. You'll be walking into a fucking mess, frankly, best explain now. I’ll… I'll see you soon, Raha.”

S'ria did not blame Y'shtola in the slightest for being deeply concerned about what bits of G'raha's side of the conversation must've been audible. He wondered how she'd react to it – most likely it would make the last few bells of their trip all the more frustrating, with her desperate to understand more of the situation than S'ria's faltering explanation could give.

Well, S'ria should at least attempt to get a small bit of sleep in the meanwhile.

----------

He was jolted from a groggy half-nap by the chime of his linkpearl again. G'raha simply said the words “We've arrived”, and that was more than enough for S'ria to unsteadily clamber to his feet.

His body ached, no doubt worsened by Menphina's exertions, but he regretted none of it.

He made himself presentable and readied himself as quickly as possible – which is to say, pulled on his shirt, still damp from his makeshift clothesline, and made sure he had all of his weapons on his person. His quick attempt to wash his shirt had at least removed the worst of the soot from it, and that was plenty good enough.

S'ria reached for his earpiece then, finally responding.

“Where are you? The docks?”

“Heading up to the palace immediately, I am afraid. We shall meet you there?”

“Mhm.”

After his rather lukewarm hum, he closed the call-line and said a more spirited “fuck” in elaboration. It was… okay. He would have had to go up there anyway, but gods – the stairs. He wished traveling via Aetheryte and Aethernet were not such an ordeal for him, but… just this once, perhaps it was…?

No, it would probably be more tiring, even if gentler on his leg.

The walk was easier than he expected – whether it be familiarity with the city or simply sufficient motivation, he soon found himself at the top of the city. After a brief look about, he finally spotted familiar red hair. G'raha seemed to spot him around the same time – possibly an easier task for G'raha given their respective heights – and jogged across the square to meet him.

He came to a stop a few fulms from S'ria, a nearly shy look on his face. Had these weeks apart truly caused such concerns, this moment of hesitancy? S'ria closed the gap immediately, pulling him into as tight a hug as he dared. There – familiar warmth, familiar scent, all was as it should be again.

S'ria sighed, crouching just enough to tuck his face into G'raha's neck. “Missed you.”

S'ria knew he should hurry it up, with Y'shtola waiting nearby and the two Vows in want of help – but gods did he at least need this moment.

[robthegoodfellow]

summer retrospective time because i'm feeling down about term starting up and not writing as much as i wanted to but I KNOW this is ridiculous and my goals were unreasonable.

so totally unasked for and unprompted here's what i got:

Chapters 8 and 9 of Upside-Down - 32k (total wip 118k) - E - Harringrove - Crazy long March chapter wherein an ominous phone rings and rings, Billy experiences some firsts (first time playing D&D against his will! first time fucking Steve! first time enduring a birthday party!), and Eddie drags Billy to a thrash metal concert. In Flayedville, the kids rally the troops to save Billy, he and Steve share body heat, and plans don't go as planned.

Two fics written for upcoming @strangerthingscharityzine totaling 4k words in their original state, trimmed down to 1.5k words each for the zine edition. Idk if I'm allowed to summarize but one of them made Remy cry!

That Bartender Sure is Something - 1k - G - Harringrove - Sideways scene rewrite from alt character's POV wherein I try to lay groundwork for why Steve's parents are out of town so often (aside from my need to give boys safe space to fuck and be super freaking domestic).

Chapters 11 and 12 of Only One Bed - 13k (total wip 59k) - E - Harringrovesoningham or whatever Steve/Billy/Eddie/Chrissy is called - Chrissy POV and Eddie POV chapters wherein Chrissy and Billy bond and then Billy/Eddie/Chrissy navigate their dynamic as asymmetrical polyamorous triad. Mostly cute!! Minimal angst!!

¿Por qué no los dos? - 18k - E - Harringroveson/Metalsandwich - What was supposed to be an excuse to make Steve and Eddie thirst over Billy in space buns becomes unexpectedly harrowing exploration of aromantic experience for me and apparently others, some of whom may be entitled to compensation. But there's smut... at the end?

Drafted aaalmost first half (7k) of @bigbangharringrove fic wherein Steve flirts with necromancy and necrophilia and NO STOP where are you going it's all gonna be fine!!! See, Billy died in this contemporary fantasy version of Hawkins where magic and supernatural creatures are just kinda there and so Steve tries to revive him but he imports the wrong file. The wrong Billy. Because there happens to be a lust demon that goes by the same name as Steve's dearly departed husband and let me tell ya he is NOT jazzed to be here. Working with @LucaDoodleDoo who is awesome AND so far has not run away!

Drafted 1.5k of fic for upcoming @harringrovezine. Still on track to be way too long but I WILL trim it down. Not sure what else I'm free to say but I'm excited how it's shaping up?

what follows is me convincing myself i did a good job

And that's... that's it. About 76.5k in all. Which is more than I realized (and also according to haphazard math is more than last summer by maybe 10k?)

I'm not usually fixated on word count much (aside from like laugh-crying when a fic just balloons way bigger than anticipated), and more words does not equal better words by ANY means, but I think this gives me a reality check about getting down on myself. I didn't finish the major things I originally set out to finish but... yeah, such is life when you have more than one WIP in which you are painfully invested 😅

And it's not like I won't EVER finish them which is prob my biggest fear because i had a rep growing up for all my grand plans and projects just losing steam and going nowhere. But I am capable of finishing fics because look ma, there's 3 whole multi-chap fics with the little green check mark (please actually DON'T look, ma).

I'm just babbling now. When work starts I'll be back to writing in random libraries after last bell and my output will slow, and I'm sad about it. But wow you know what I did shit out a bunch of words in like 2.5 months so at least there's that.

(Hesitant to post this because I'm sure it looks like flexing or fishing or something? Or like I'm implying that unless you too are shitting out words you suck? Which uhh I am not! The intent is more for Present Me to flex on Past Me, maybe? And fish some reassurance out of cold hard numbers to more easily put things in perspective.)

Mostly this did work, though! I feel better about the summer. If you need a boost, look over what you've done across a certain span of time using whatever measurement suits you and talk yourself into a pat on the back.

Pat, pat.