#i'd do the old lady thing and hit them with it

[maybanksmusings]

THE WALLS ; JJ MAYBANK

SYNOPSIS ; when an unknown face appears in the outer banks searching for a father she's never met, she's unaware of how her life is about to be completely turned upside down.

WARNINGS ; jjmaybank x routledge!reader, strong language, depictions of violence, afab!reader, sexual content, mentions of abuse, drug and alcohol consumption, strangers to lovers, fast burn to slow burn, canon adjacent, not proofread.

AUTHORS NOTE ; no yapping today

part one. part two.

you never knew how relaxing it was to lay in the sun, the steady movements of the boat gently rocking you side to side. it was almost as if you hadn't set fire to everything you and john b grew up believing.

john b knew his mom took off when he was a kid, what he didn't know was that she was pregnant when she left. you thought that your dad died and your mom lived in your hometown her entire life.

both of you agreed that, for now at least, this branch of the family tree would be kept from the others until you've had enough time to fully wrap your heads around everything without the added input from everyone else.

"ladies and losers." john b claps, grabbing the attention of everyone on board "with the newest addition to our dysfunctional family," he gestures in your direction earning applause from the group, with the addition of a cheer from jj "the no pouge-on-pouge macking rule is still in full effect, just in case anyone has forgotten."

you don't miss the glare sent in jj's direction, the blond in question, however, was too busy making a face at you to even notice that he was the target of that rule.

it takes everything in you not to laugh, you understand why the rule may have been implemented in the past. young kids making up rules to protect their friendship. but you surely were all old enough and mature enough to handle real adult relationships.

"does our newest recruit partake?" pope asked throwing a can of beer to jj and kiara before looking at you once more.

"are you forgetting she was flat drunk when she went all cat woman on topper?" kiara joked, cracking open her can and raising it to you "to passing your initiation."

"and to beating the shit out of a kook!"

"here here!"

you sit up to bow as the others raise their cans to you, unable to stop the soft laugh that escapes as you sit up again "thank you, thank you. i'd like to thank my agent, my manager,"

john b jokingly shoves your shoulder to shut you up "a little humility wouldn't kill you, you know."

"humility is for losers" you taunt, making your way over to the cooler to see for yourself what was inside "besides, you owe me so humility is redundant."

before you can continue excusing your incoming speech, you're jolted forward by a sudden bump in the boat. you lose your footing, grabbing the closest thing to you and dragging it into the water with you.

person. the closest person to you and dragging them into the water with you.

you were a pretty decent swimmer, decent enough to not drown at least, but when you hit the water, any swimming ability was replaced with dread. truth be told you shouldn't be surprised, not even twenty four hours ago someone did in fact try to drown you so it was only natural you began to panic.

your brain was begging your body to do something, to override your fear with instinct, but no matter what you did all you could do was kick and flail.

you cling to the familiar frame dragging you to the surface, wrapping your arms and legs around him like a koala clung to a tree. you hid your face in the crook of jj's neck to shield your tears from the group, even if there was a chance you could explain it away as water in your eyes.

"you're okay, baby" jj coos, his hand cradling the back of your head "you're safe, i got you."

"the fuck was that!?" kiara shouts, helping the boys drag you and jj back onto the boat.

pope peers out over the edge, trying to catch a glimpse of anything that could be in the water "guys, i think we hit a boat?" he calls out over his shoulder.

almost as if in sync, jj and john b exchanged a knowing look. they knew what it meant, from what you learned so far they've been attached at the hip for years so it wasn't a shock that they had some weird telepathy.

without a word from either of them, they dive off the side of the boat and into the water, undoubtedly to scout out whatever pope had spotted. neither kiara or pope showed much of a reaction, probably because they were used to their antics.

you, on the other hand, sat by the edge of the boat and peered into the murky water below. you were holding your breath, waiting for any sort of sign of life from either of the boys.

time passes agonisingly slowly, but soon enough you spot the unmistakable head of brown hair rising to the surface.

"jackpot, baby!" jj hollers, throwing his arms into the air in celebration "one poor bastard made aggie mad, that's a seriously primo boat."

kiara shrugs "what do those kooks expect, they're harming the environment with their flashy boats, it's karma."

"easy there, greenpeace." john b huffs, pulling himself up and into the boat "mother natures most recent victim could have all sorts of profitable shit inside."

"exibit a," jj announces proudly, producing a silver canister from his pocket "would our newest pledge like to do the honours?"

"i would love to incriminate myself by stealing private property!" you exclaim, sarcasm dripping off of every syllable. nonetheless, you take it from him and shake its contents onto the floor of the boat.

the metallic clang makes everyone wince, the group sighing in disappointment of seeing what was inside.

"wow, greaat, almost died over a lousy compass." jj groans, plopping himself down into a seat.

"it isn't a lousy compass," you mutter, scrambling to retrieve your fathers' compass from your backpack and comparing the two side by side.

they were identical.

"cause that isnt freaky.." pope mumbled, peering over your shoulder.

when you look to john b, he's already looking at you, knowing exactly who this compass used to belong to.

"it's a set," your voice sounds like you have just joined the dots of a brain wracking mystery.

"two compasses, one for each kid."

before anyone can question what exactly john b meant by that, a sharp noise zips past your ear, grazing the top of your arm and scaring the shit out of you.

the five of you look towards the source of the noise, another boat is coming towards the hms pouge, and the two men on board looked far from pleased as they aimed their guns right at the five of you.

"shit, shit!" john b ducks into the drivers seat and hits the gas, jolting all of you backwards as you sped through the marsh "get down!"

you all do as instructed, laying face down on the boats floor, rocking with every sharp, zig-zagged movement john b made. each of you flinch every time a metallic ding rings out against the boat's exterior, you hear kiara humming a tune to keep her mind occupied.

your eyes scan the boat for anything that could help, an idea coming to you the second you spot an old fishing net.

"y/n, what are you doing!? get down!"

you ignore popes shouts, moving quickly to gather up the net and toss it off the back of the boat. as you had hoped, the aggressors' boat gets caught up in the net, allowing john b to get you all out of there without harm.

"you moronic genius!" john b half praises, half scolds, the moment the boat stops at the chateau's dock. grabbing your shoulders and giving you a shake "what is with you and almost dying?"

"a thank you wouldn't hurt," you retort, the throbbing sting in your upper arm still as prominent as when it first happened "this poor girl couldn't handle it."

you pat the side of the hms as you climb off, your fellow pouges following behind as you all tiredly drag your feet towards the house.

"looks gnarly," jj remarked, appearing beside you and focusing his gaze on the small wound on your arm "here, lemme help out."

you are very much aware that it's nothing more than a surface wound, barely a graze, yet you allowed jj to lead you over to the hammock and sit you down.

when he headed inside to grab what he needed, you sank into the comfort of the hammock and closed your eyes. the slight breeze, the gentle rocking of the hammock, the warm sun burning down on you. it does a good job of helping you decompress from the insanity that ensued since your arrival.

the hammock shifts under you when jj returns, the extra weight tilting the fabric to bring you closer to him. he doesn't want to speak, to disturb you in your peaceful bubble. he knows he's staring but he can't look away.

"you just got here and you already look like you've been put through the wringer." jj jokes, though there's a clear sense of seriousness underneath.

and he isn't wrong, the bluish bruises staining your throat from toppers hand, and now the blood smeared all over your arm which made it look much worse than it was.

"two near-death experiences will do that,"

"two near-death experiences so far.."

you know he's telling the truth, but you can't help but laugh as he helps you sit up. a comfortable silence falls between you as he wipes around the graze with a cloth, before gently placing a bandaid over the wound.

the close proximity doesn't seem to phase either of you, at least not enough to get anyone to move. without a word, he reclines back into the hammock, an arm out in a silent invitation.

you reason with yourself that it was harmless, john b's 'macking' rule echoing in your ears as you considered your options. realistically speaking, both you and jj knew this was far from harmless but more like the edge of a slippery slope you could both snowball down.

but you were tired, and it was jj, and the others weren't even around to see it.

no harm, no foul, right?

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[citriarchive]

for me my meds are like my cane: i would like to not need them, but in my case they are objectively a net positive (i know this isn't the case for everyone) and i will use them because i want and deserve to feel better.

and honestly even then i've evolved with my personal feelings on my usage of both. gone from not wanting to use them at all ever to being thankful i have them when i need them.

it's a crutch in the same way a cane—or a fucking crutch—is a crutch. if you tell me not to use my cane when i know i need it because "i need to learn not to use it" as if I hadn't BEEN doing that, you're getting thwacked over the head with it.

there's a difference between advocating for not IMMEDIATELY overmedicating people (which is good, 100%, jumping immediately to especially high doses of or generally potent medications which could be dangerous for someone is a shitty practice) vs. shaming people for taking medication at all and some of y'all would do well to learn it.

“if you take medication for that, you’ll be taking medication all your life!!” yeah, and?? bud, i already put on my glasses every morning. it’s like. a condition of mine, not a side hobby i’m pursuing irresponsibly. 

[thechy-fychannel]

I saw a few other blogs doing this so I thought I'd share my input on what I think would happen in the House MD universe in 2024:

the constant jokes abt house and wilson's relationship turns into the fellows jokingly writing fanfic abt their boss and his boy best friend. somewhere along the way they all get very serious abt the quality of it and it turns into a Whole Thing, a 150k+ novel that they vow to take to their graves.

house discovers the fic by accident and sends it to wilson. wilson discovers things abt himself and then he and house discover each other shortly thereafter.

house purposefully posts the fic online and credits the fellows by their entire full names so it embarrasses them more than house and wilson. It's never spoken abt again but it gets way more online attention than any of them expected.

wilson doesn't get how the Cloud works and accidentally uploads his and house's nudes to the google nest hub on his desk. He doesn't notice it until one of his sweet little old lady cancer patients points it out to him during their appointment. He throws the google nest hub into his trash can until he can figure out how to get the naked pictures off of it.

house has an alexa and abuses the hell out of it. sometimes ppl hear him screaming at someone in his office, only to walk in and find a robotic voice replying with "sorry, I didn't get that" and house throws it off the balcony.

wilson gets addicted to online shopping. house has to stage an intervention bc they do not have enough room in their closet for another pair of prada loafers and their kitchen is full of shitty gadgets that wilson bought off temu or something.

some right wing social media influencer comes in with a mysterious illness and ends up getting castrated as part of the solution. 13 personally does the procedure herself and house watches like a proud dad.

a patient reveals chase's grindr by shoving his phone at him and asking "is this you?" abt the headless profile with the ripped abs that says Dr. Feel Good, 0 feet away, in front of the rest of the team.

foreman finds the team doing tiktok dances bc house told them to learn it in order to understand their 15 yr old patient better.

chase medically murders mitch mcconnel and the entire hospital celebrates ding dong the witch is dead style.

there's a whole episode where house faces his transphobia bc of a trans patient that he connects with. the patient tells him to fuck off and go face his own problems instead of pretending to make it right by being nice to one trans person. And house does, even if he's not perfect, he really tries to do better.

13 gets her medical marijuana card and accidentally becomes the team's plug. her main customer is wilson who still supplies it to certain terminal patients. She hears "hey, can I hit your pen?" at least four times a day.

foreman buys a tesla and it blows up in the parking lot. they spend the entire episode trying to figure out who tried to kill foreman, but it turns out that teslas just do that sometimes.

there's an episode where house finds out that netflix is removing his favorite obscure tv show that ran for 2 seasons in 2002 and wilson recruits the team to hunt down a dvd copy of it without house finding out. they somehow manage to find one and spend a ridiculous amount of money on it, only to open the dvd case and find a copy of the porno wilson starred in that one time instead of the dvd of the show. park saves the day at the last minute by finding a copy of it in a box of dvds in her parents house.

[a-dauntless-daffodil]

and it's the chaggie ladyhawke AU with the steel chair!!!!!

A knight by day and beast by knight, a hawk who's lady only in moonlight: two lovers cursed to be always parted even when when they're never apart-

-and the quest to undo this curse before it, and their separation, becomes permanent >:)

Extra twists I'd add to the original film canon:

Ironic Curses - Charlie, who never wanted to hurt anyone and used her noble title to speak up for the downtrodden, turns into a monstrous wolf creature filled with bloodlust that goes on the rampage every night (except for the hour directly after sunset and before sunrise, when she is tame around Vaggie) - Vaggie, ex-guard who was more loyal to Charlie than to the corrupt officials who paid her enforce their cruel laws, each day turns into a wild hawk desperate to escape (except for the hour right after sunrise and before sunset, when she is fiercely protective of Charlie and refuses to fly out of sight from her)

Extra Suffering - Hawk!Vaggie won't take food from people, or leave long enough to hunt when she's more herself at dawn and dusk, so Charlie has to repeatedly risk losing her forever by taking off her hood and setting her loose- then desperately chasing after her- trying keep track of her long enough for the sun to start setting again ---- Sometimes Charlie can't find her before nightfall and Vaggie wakes up alone in the woods to the sound of a distant inhuman howl of despair (not fun, but, it makes it easier to get back to Beast! Charlie) - Beast!Charlie spends most of the night trying to kill everyone and everything around her- so if she wasn't able to lock herself away before sundown, Vaggie has to grab her spear and do her best to keep Charlie from doing murder- by fighting her, leading her on long chases until sunrise, or trapping her ---- Sometimes Charlie wakes up at dawn to find Hawk!Vaggie crumpled next to her in a nest of bloody rag bandages, and the first thing she does before anything else is try her best to at least rebandage the wounds she gave her

They Go Around Rescuing People (against the law) - Vaggie mainly does this by not letting Beast!Charlie eat people as midnight snacks - During the day, a guilt wracked Charlie goes out of her way to free imprisoned people, save them from punishments, and fight Vaggie's former fellow guards every chance she gets ---- she gets this chance A Lot, since the reason they have to keep traveling is there's a warrant out for her head and the dead body of her hawk

The Other Roles Go To - Evil Bishop Guy: split between Adam and Lute, with Adam pissed that one of HIS guards got with the daughter of the woman who turned him down, and Lute wanting Vaggie to suffer and die for leaving the exorcist guards - Nice Monk: Emily is the one who accidently let slip about chaggie to Sera, who told Adam, who did the curse thing on them. After that all happened, Emily left her comfy position and locked herself up with all the old texts she could find, searching for a cure to the curse. She finds one, yay! - Loveable Rouge Who Helps: All the hotel crew. Charlie rescues / helps them each in turn, and they tag along with her for protection (meaning Vaggie then has to protect THEM from HER)

after the gang is assemble, the film plot plays out as expected

blah blah blah, holy shit the bird just got hit by an arrow, what the fuck the knight lady is REALLY freaking out about that, oh no it's almost sunset- uhhh lady knight says leave her here take her horse and the hawk and ride to the nearby abandoned tower where someone named Emily should be, because Emily can help the hawk.

AHHH the bird turned into a woman!!! A woman with the same injury as the hawk?

AAAAH that monster thing from before is outside howling and screaming, kill it-! Nope, never mind, the injured lady says she'll stab us if we hurt the big scary monster thing, and Emily says to leave it alone it'll be gone by sunrise.

blah blah blah, during the next eclipse, if chaggie can make Adam and Lute look at them standing together as themselves during the few moments they'll both be human at the same time, the curse will be broken! If this fails, they both stay in their cursed forms forever! Great!

.... how are we getting inside the castle for that? Oh right. Chaggie has been adopted by a rag tag band of criminals. This should be fun.

[darnell-la]

𝗬𝗢𝗨'𝗥𝗘 𝗔𝗟𝗪𝗔𝗬𝗦 𝗦𝗢𝗥𝗥𝗬

pairing: possessive!logan howlett x cross-dressing male!readed

warnings: toxicity, cheating, a lot of anger, knocking out, neck grabbing, pinning, forced public sex (consensual), anal, no preparation, crying, begging, apologizing, ass slapping, name calling, caught, etc.

request: Ok so like I think I've commented on this before, But I'd love to see dark dom logan with a male partner who cross-dresses. Male y/n decides to be petty after a very heated fight so he wears one of the most baddest outfits he got to a small get-together and Logan sees this? idk it seems stupid it's my first time requesting!

Of course, you could totally ignore this please take your time! - @reeeeee3737388

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How do you guys feel about a x men story with reader? Logan being rude Logan at first, then slowly shows small affection towards the reader. Jealousy and things of that sort. They soon hit it off, and after Logan starts acting rude again, because he’s scared of the love he grew for her. It’ll be a long story, but something to read at night. ALL ON WATTPAD! Comment below, please!

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Y/n had caught Logan flirting with Jean earlier today. When he finally confronted Logan about his actions, Logan laughed in his face.

“You know ion swing that way, Bub,” Logan said as he sat back in his chair and put a cigar to his mouth. “Well, you use to Logan, and even if you didn’t, that’s shitty,” the man said.

Logan couldn’t take y/n seriously. He’s so much smaller than him, it’s almost too funny.

“Well, ladies love me, princess. Can’t do nun about it,” the man said, making y/n scoff, knowing Logan would stop looking at anyone if he just asked. Logan was just a cocky bastard, and y/n has had enough.

“And I guess I can’t do nothing about men wanting me too,” y/n said before turning around to head out of his boyfriend’s room.

“Y/n, don’t start,” Logan warned, knowing Y/n was known for taking things too far. Logan only flirts with women for his ego. He never touches them, but y/n ok the other hand does.

"Get your ass back here! lan done talkin!" Logan yelled at his boyfriend, but he ignored him and slammed the door in his face.

Logan had run after y/n as soon as he left, but he was nowhere to be found. Not in his room. Not in the kitchen. Not in the living room. Nowhere.

He’s now sitting at a table in some club with the x men, waiting for the rest to show up, especially y/n. He ignored Logan’s texts all day. Logan knew he’d be in for some surprise.

“Finally, the girls are here,” Hank stood up and waved for Jean, Storm, and y/n to come to the table he had bought for the night.

Once Logan looked up, he almost flipped the table at the sight of y/n. His tight pants ripped on the side to show his thighs along with a tight shirt that said “I love Milfs”.

Y/n knew there would be a lot of old men here. He also knew Logan looked nowhere near forty years old even though he was one hundred plus.

“Y/n’s looking good today,” Scott spoke as the ladies and he came up to the table. Logan kept quiet as y/n spun around. He instantly dropped his head onto the table at the sight he had just seen.

Y/n’s ass was cut out of the right pants he had on. Logan was going to kill him.

“Right!” Storm said as Hank and Scott covered their mouths, knowing Logan wasn’t going to approve. Everyone bursted out laughing once they saw how stressed the older man was.

“He’ll be okay, ain’t that right, Bub?” Y/n mocked the man. Logan held his hand out as he got up, basically telling y/n to watch himself. With no word said, he had left, going off to the bar to drink and distress.

“Welp — Who’s ready to party!?” Y/n asked loud enough for Logan to hear as he kept walking away. He giggled at the shake of the man’s head, knowing he’d gotten to him, and he hadn’t even started yet.

Throughout the night, Logan watched y/n like a hawk, trying to keep his composure but barely made it. He’s on his second cigar and hundredth shot. The man was unbelievably angry but didn’t want to lash out, or y/n would win.

Y/n took his first look at the man for the night, watching him struggle to get his lighter out of his pocket as he kept eyes on him.

The smirk plastered on y/n’s face only made the man struggle harder. “Fuckin’ hell,” Logan looked away for a quick second to find the lighter that he just had. Once the man looked back up, he was gone.

“Oh, fuck no,” Logan growled as he slammed his cigar and lighter on the bar table before running off to find y/n. “Where the fuck did he go?” Logan asked Jean and Storm who were just dancing with him.

“Don’t know, maybe outside for a break?” Storm said before she continued dancing. “Why does it matter? Didn’t you guys break up?” Jean asked as she placed a hand on the man’s chest.

Logan quickly pushed Jean off and went to turn away but she grabbed his arm. “That's what he said!” Logan looked back at her with wide eyes, hoping she was lying, but she played her memory in his head of y/n telling Jean and Storm that Logan and him had broken up before they got here.

“I’m gonna fucking kill him!” Logan shouted before he yanked his arm away from Jean and pushed through the crowd.

Logan’s heart pumped fast as he sniffed y/n out, hoping he was near, but he wasn’t. He had left the damn club. “Son of a bitch!” Logan said.

Logan ran out of the club and stood at the front, concentrating on y/n’s scent. The man almost yelled at the smell he smelled on him. Y/n was leaking. “What the fuck is he up to,”

Logan followed the smell for what felt like hours through the huge parking lot. He almost yelled the boy's name out until he heard a familiar whine.

Logan’s head snapped towards the noise, looking over cars to see the view of y/n’s neck being sucked in by some older man in his truck.

“Motherfucker,” the man cussed under his breath as he sped towards the boy in another man’s car. He was quick and quiet, making no noise for y/n to hear until he opened the door.

Logan pulled the boy out of the car and threw him to the ground before pulling the older man out and giving him a hard punch.

“Logan!” Y/n shouted at the man before he could throw another punch. Logan noticed the man was knocked out, so he drew his attention off of him and to y/n who was on the ground, lips swollen and eyes glossy from the situation he was just in.

“You were just gonna let a man fuck toy in his dirty ass truck!?” Logan shouted, standing over the younger man as he dusted himself off. “Why not? I’m single,” y/n got up with a shoulder shrug that he quickly regretted.

Logan grabbed the boy by his neck and slammed him on the man’s truck with a growl. “You’re a fucking pain in my ass, y/n,” Logan’s jaw clench as y/n tried unlatching the man’s hands.

“Well, we’re broken up now, so-“ Logan threw the younger man to the ground and quickly hovered over him. He took no time to tug at his boyfriend’s clothes, ripping them off in seconds.

“Wanna run around here like a slut? Then keep it up, because I tear cute little bitches up like you as a hobby,” Logan spat before he turned the boy around who was now naked and covered in dirt.

“Logan!” Y/n tried fighting the man off because they were outside in the open, and the man next to him could wake up any second to the sight of him pinned to the ground.

“Get the fuck up,” Logan pulled y/n on his hands and knees before he pulled himself out. “Logan, stop! I-I’m sorry,” y/n tried calming the man down, but the spitting sound he heard made him realize he had fucked up beyond repair. Logan is not going to stop.

“I don’t fucking care,” the man said before he pushed at the younger man’s right hole. Logan watched y/n struggle as he forced himself through, finally getting the tip.

“Logan!” Y/n cried out, clawing at the ground as he tried to keep himself together. “You shut the fuck up, slut,” Logan spat as he pushed in further, eye twitching at the slight pain from how tight he squeezed him, but he’ll get through it.

“L-Lo! Logan!” The younger man shook, cock twitching before he came. Y/n’s cum dropped out of his cock and onto the ground as he cried out, begging for Logan to calm down. Anything. This was too much for him. He wasn’t expecting this.

“Little fucking bitch can’t take a cock in his ass. What a surprise — All talk but no fucking bite!” Logan slammed into y/n roughly, balls slapping against his y/n’s own which only made him get weaker.

“S-Sorry,” y/n back repeatedly arched as the man kept up his brutal pace, hitting his g-spot with every thirst. “Sue you are, y/n. You’re always fuckin’ sorry. Every fucking time!”

Logan’s hands dug into the man’s ass cheeks, drawing a little blood that made him wince. “P-Please, baby. I’m so sorry,” y/n couldn’t help but cry in embarrassment, lemon never stood a chance going against Logan.

“Ian finna stop fuckin’ you, Bub, and you know that. Been a bad little boy recently — Thinkin’ you can go off and let another man touch you,” Logan’s thrust was still rough, but not as they were before.

Hearing the man call him a baby will always make him weak. He loved y/n and loved the way he crumbled and went back to a submissive partner. All for him.

“So sorry,” y/n whined as Logan softly pulled y/n back by his neck, hand gripping a bit tight as his other hand came down on his smooth ass.

“Fuck!” Y/n’s body jolted. “Tell me again,” Logan demanded as he slapped his ass again, but this time, twice. “Fuck, I-I — Lo, I’m sorry!”

“I know you are, baby. You always are,” is all he said in his ear before continuing his harsh slaps on the younger man’s ass, making sure he’ll feel the pain later. It will be a reminder of what Logan can and will do to him to show him he’s his.

“What the fuck,” a man slowly growled behind the two. Y/n’s heard rose and Logan turned back with a smirk, realizing it was the man he had knocked out.

The man took a look at the bottom boy, realizing it was the man he was going to use for the night. He scoffed in disgust before he opened his mouth to say something.

As he did, Logan placed his arm out and brought out his claws, making the man’s words die in his throat.

“Talk, touch, look, or think about my boy, and I’ll claw that saggy needle off,” Logan threatened. Logan gave the man a last look before turning back around and placing that hand on y/n’s waist.

The stranger walked off and stumbled back to the club. Logan could only chuckle as he brought y/n’s hips back into his rough thrust, looking over his head to see his eyes roll back.

“Now he knows this body’s mine,”

[boiohboii]

The people's sweethearts

Chapter 1

(Verstappen!reader x tom holland x zendaya)

Soulmate au

YN Verstappen had been through hell, by her own father, for something she didn't even ask for. She grew up learning that she should hate what was given to her, after all it was the reason her father was always angry with her. So what should she do when the one thing she learned to hate is the one thing that brings her love, safe and comfort that not even her older brother can compare.

WARNING: not proof read, Jos Verstappen (worsned like 10 times for this fic) poly relationship, derogatory terms by father, abusive father. If I missed anything else please let me know

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Max and Yn Verstappen are close, really close, some would even say they are too close for being siblings, after all it's not usual for an 18 year old to go live with her older brother in a country 2 hours away (by plane) from her university rather than just to rent something close by.

Everyone had very harsh words to say about the pair of siblings, some still do but these are just people who hate max verstappen and they know nothing angers him more than someone insulting his baby sister, everyone was very vocal about how strange, weird and abnormal it is for 2 grown siblings to live together.

Everyone thought that the Verstappen siblings would change their living arrangements after Max and Kelly found each other, only to be surprised by Max buying a bigger penthouse that'd be enough for all 4 of them.

Everyone was negative about the prospect of the redbull formula one driver being followed around by his little sister until the release of The Anatomy of A Champion came out.

When the producers of the show pitched in the idea of talking to yn, max had refused, he wanted his sister nowhere near any of these vultures knowing how bad it can, and most probably will, get. Max was aware from a very young age that what his dad was constantly saying and doing to him and his sister wasn't normal, whenever he was at a race he would see the other boys' dad's hugging them and telling them they did a good job even if they didn't get first place, he would see how other's would have their father waiting for them with water and towels, and most importantly he would see how other dad's had their daughter on their shoulder making the other little girls laugh; Why does dad only make yn cry?

He remembers it so clearly, the way his father hit his sister because of something out of her control, something that she didn't even ask for, something that was thrown at her, it was the day his sister got her soulmark.

Everyone had a soulmark that appeared on their 5th birthday and today was yn's which made jos take her to the soul doctor. Soulmarks were complicated, which is why soul doctors were important, they let you know more about your mark and the bond that's to form between you and your other half.

"Wow young lady, you'll have twice the amount of love it seems."

"What?"

Max knew his father's tone, he know that he's angry and he unconsciously held onto yn's hand, hoping that his father wouldn't take his anger out on her.

"Well Mr Verstappen you see these lines," the doctor gently held up yn's wrist, turning it over to show off her newly given mark "that's an indicator of one soulmate, I'd say he is 3 or 4 years older than her given the shade of the mark, while this other lines that are in a circular shape indicate the other soulmate, he seems to also be around 3 or 4 years older as well. It looks like the mark that indicates young miss yn here is the moon, with how the moon is in the center I would say that yn would be the last in the group meaning that her two other soulmates will meet each other before they meet her."

Jos was angry throughout their drive home, he had already smacked yn into the car while rushing her to get in and as soon as they were in the car he hit her across the head, his arms tall enough to reach the young girl in the backseat. That was the first time max heard these words that would be so easy to recite within a few weeks.

"Two soulmates? Why couldn't you just be normal, why do you have to be such a slut?"

The ride back home was one of the worst max and yn had ever expirenced.

"Two soulmates, ridiculous.They're not even going to want you! They'd meet each other before they even know you!! At least if you turn out to be good for nothing I can just pimp you out on the street, maybe then you'd be useful, and it's not like your soulmates will even like you or want you. Unlovable whore."

"So," the interviewer started as Sophie Kumpen sat on a white sofa in Max's home in Monaco "how is your relationship with your youngest?"

"It's not as close as I'd want it to be," the mother of three confessed as she looked into the camera "yn is a very sweet girl, she had been through a lot. When Jos and I divorced she wasn't really aware of what was going on, she was too young to understand, and as she grew older all she could see was Max. He had been the one to take care of her: i remember once when Max was around ten years old he called me up, asking me how to make a soup because yn was sick and jos was out god knows where.

Max and YN were and are always there for each other, and I don't think that will ever change. I'm sure everyone thought their relationship will sort of tweak a bit when Max and Kelly met each other, but I don't think Max will ever allow that and it's not like Kelly even tried to change their relationship, she was the one who was apartment hunting for all of them while Max was racing and Yn was back in England for her university." 

"Do you think yn is putting in the effort to be there for Max?"

"Oh definitely, I mean studying mechanical engineering along with aerospace engineering at one of the top universities in the world is enough proof. Her whole life revolves around Max and I don't think it's a bad thing. Max had been her everything, he's the one she always goes to cause he is all she knows. When she was deciding what to do right after high-school all she said was that she will choose the majors that'll help her get an internship at formula one so that she'd be there with Max for the rest of his races, however long he wants to be there."

"Do you know what happened between Jos, Max and Yn? Don't you think it's weird that once Max turned 18 he asked Christian Horner to ban his father from the paddock? And to help him have yn with him as much as possible?"

"I'm not really going to go into the details of it, but Jos has done a lot of damage, especially to yn. It's not something I can talk about, not that I even want to, but Jos was a terrible husband and a wose father, I'm insanely glad that yn and max turned out as good and well as they are. Seeing them so close is not something that's surprising me given what Jos did to them, to yn" Sophie's voice broke as a few tears escaped her eyes "sorry, it's just, what she had to go through, it's traumatic and I'm happy that she had Max with her through it all. It fills my heart with joy seeing the little family Max and Yn formed with Kelly and Penelope"

ch. II

[niennawept]

I want to combine my two favorite unhinged fan theory factories into one:

Gil-galad is Adar's son

Okay, now that I have your attention, let's go on a journey that starts with two things:

Thing the first: I really love people's unhinged theories that Adar is a canon character. I don't think he is; I think he's just some guy that Rings of Power made up but it amuses me to no end when people come up with convoluted theories to make him a guy from canon.

Thing the second: The Silmarillion fandom has a long-standing in-joke about who Gil-galad's father really is. Christopher Tolkien told us that it was Fingon in the Silmarillion and later regretted it, because there was so much confusion in his father's notes on the subject and so many different candidates. Cue all kinds of cracky theories of who Gil galad's gil-gal-dad is. I would like to submit mine.

How does this theory work?

Well it's quite simple actually. Adar and some elven thrall lady hit it off in Angband and have a kid together kinda by accident through weird Angband-based magic. That is a problem because now she's got this like elf-looking baby that has black blood and also Angband is no place for an elf-looking baby. This could get them both into extremely capital 'b' - Bad - trouble.

So, Adar takes that baby and he sneaks into an elven camp and he does that old movie trope where he leaves the baby on the doorstep and then makes a noise so that that people inside the house will hear it. Only this time, it's a war tent and the person inside is Fingon.

Fingon picks up this adorable baby and the baby kind of looks like him and he's like well - I could adopt this baby right? So he goes back to a fort with this baby and Fingolfin takes one look at his son and takes one look at that baby and says to himself "my very gay son did probably did not produce this baby. However, it is probably the only grandchild I will get from him and he is my heir." So welcome home, son and grandson.

Is there any evidence?

Exhibit A: The GIF set that started it all. Look at the similarities! Connect the dots! And thank you, @fukutomichi, for starting off this crazy unhinged theory.

Exhibit B: During Season 2, Episode 1 "Elven Kings Under the Sky", there is a moment where the camera lingers on Adar while Gil-galad is singing his song. Now they actually probably did that because they wanted to remind the audience that Adar was formerly an elf, but this is an unhinged theory, so we're going to ignore the obvious reason they did that and assume that they're trying to connect them for some reason. Yes, that's right. They're trying to tell us that Gil-galad is Adar's son.

Exhibit C: Their their armor matches. The gorget that Gil-galad is wearing in Season 1, Episode 5 "Partings" is a perfect match to the river pattern that Adar is wearing on his armor. Coincidence? Normally, I'd say yes, but in this unhinged theory, I think not.

Exhibit D: In one version of the story, Gil-galad is his mother-name. Is that because his father-name is not elven? Is it because it's potentially uruk in origin?! And don't come at me with that Ereinion nonsense."Scion of kings?"* Sounds like someone's trying to underline a point there, eh? Almost like they're worried people won't think he's kingly enough.

Exhibit E: Gil-galad, despite ample time and opportunity, never marries or produces an heir. Why? Because he knows. He knows that if he does, some one will be close enough to learn his deep, dark secret: he has black blood and his child might too.

Are there holes in this theory? Absolutely; all the evidence is circumstantial at best. Do I care? Nope. This is for the pure, unhinged fun of it. Anyhow, if you need me I'll be headcanoning this for the rest of the run of Rings of Power until they show me Gil-galad's blood, mmmkay?

Thank you to @hellofeanor, @fishing4stars, @baddybaddyadardaddy for spitballing with me.

[absolutebl]

This Week in BL - new entries upset the rankings

Organized, in each category, with ones I'm enjoying most at the top.

April 2024 Wk 2

Ongoing Series - Thai

City of Stars (Fri iQIYI) ep 11 of 12 - Like most Thai BL pulps, this show doesn’t have much story to it. But I'm discovering that what it does have I actually really enjoy. I love that the gay boys got to play matchmaker for a change and I like how just GAY they are. It's nice. Refreshing.

We Are (Weds GMMTV iQIYI) ep 1-2 of 16 - University ensemble BL featuring PondPhuwin, WinnySatang, AouBoom, MarcPawinPoon. I like it. It’s old school Thai BL, but having fun with itself and its tropes. I’m not expecting much, so I don’t mind it waffling. All the couples are comfy. Chemistry is okay. Friendships are nifty. I like Pond's floppy hair. We fine. 

Two Worlds (Thurs IQIYI) ep 5 of 10 - What an extremely bloody episode. And bad guy turned out to be very bad indeed. And now pretty much everyone is dead. Nice kiss. Of course. 

Deep Night (Thurs iQiyi) ep 6 of 8 - It’s cute, they happy, not a ton happened. Random gratuitous bathing. As you do in BL. And I still think the sides should just end up in a thrupple

Only Boo! (Sun YouTube) ep 2 of 12 - Oh they very cute. Also very silly. 

1000 Years Old (Thurs iQIYI) ep 9 of 12 - No. NOT THE GUITAR. YES abandon guitar for the sniff test! Love this for them. And me. My most favorite trope defeated my least favorite trope. VICTORY!!!  

Ongoing Series - Not Thai

Unknown (Taiwan Tues YouTube & Viki) ep 8 of 11 - It’s just so good. Baby went away, grew up, and learned how to become a temptation... and a husband. 

Gray Shelter AKA Gray Currents (Korea Thurs iQIYI) 1 of 5 eps - SooHyuk, only just surviving, reunites with YoonDae, his (brief) younger stepbrother who feels abandoned. They end up living together. The younger brother is played by Lee Jae Bin of Choco Milk Shake. OMG. STEPBROTHERS TROPE. Lucky me! Two in one season. Yay!!!! It's Korea so great visuals too. I shallow but yeah, this is great.

Living With Him AKA Kare no Iru Seikatsu (Japan Thurs Gaga) ep 1 of 10 - Kindly Ryota goes off to uni only to find his new roommate is his childhood bestie, Kazuhito. Kazuhito doesn’t have a girlfriend and Ryota tries to help him figure out why. Same director as Old Fashion Cupcake. It’s utterly charming. I am charmed. Also the framing is gorgeous (of course). Very stylish.

Love is Better the Second Time Around AKA Koi wo Suru nara Nidome ga Joto (Japan Weds Gaga) ep 6fin - I don’t know. Kind of a flat ending with the leads apart for most of it. I enjoyed this show but it never really hit with me. 

Summation

After a teen betrayal and resulting separation a reporter reunites with his first love. That love wants him back. I enjoyed the authenticity of a reunion romance explored in Japan's quintessentially contemplative yet surreal way. The juxtaposition of the tenderness of the sex scenes with this Japanese style of authenticity was oddly elegant but all in all this still fell a little flat for me. There's nothing objectively wrong with it, but in total the narrative felt sluggish and the main couple were just... stiff (in the wrong way). Frankly, I'd rather just rewatch Tokyo in April is. 8/10

Love is like a Cat (Korea Mon Viki) eps 3-4 of 12 - What is going on with this show? No, I get the plot. I just don't get the show or why I’m watching it. Annoying. 

It's done, but I suck

What Did You Eat Yesterday Season 2 AKA Kinou Nani Tabeta? Season 2 (Japan Gaga) 10 eps

To Be Continued (Sat C3 Thailand grey) ep 7-8fin - I can't for the life of me find the final 2 episodes. Haven't had a real hunt, but yeah. No dice so far.

It's airing but...

Takumi-kun Series 6: Nagai Nagai Monogatari (Japan Furritsubs) eps 1-? of 10 - I may wait and binge it.

Lady Boy Friends (Thai WeTV grey) 16 eps - reminds me a bit too much of Diary of Tootsies only high school. Not my thing. DNF unless it turns a corner and is truly amazing.

Kiseki Chapter 2 (Sun iQIYI) 6 eps - It’s so boring DNFed at 2.

Close Friend Season 3: Soju Bomb! (Weds iQIYI) 6 - The problem with situational comedy BL is it must be situational, comedic and a BL. This show gets 1 of 3 claims correct. 33% is not a passing grade. Dropped at 3.

Memory in the Letter (Thai WeTV) - only 4 eps, tell me if I should bother?

Next Week Looks Like This:

4/18 At 25:00 in Alaska AKA 25 Ji Akasaka de (Japan Thurs Gaga) 10 eps - Yuki lands his first starring role in a BL drama alongside superstar Asami (previously his senior at uni). Said superstar suggests they form a sham relationship until filming concludes. As they actually begin to fall in love, the spotlight begins to burn. I think I've seen this before (joke) and also the trailer doesn't inspire confidence.

Still to Come in April

4/25 Boys Be Brave! AKA Roommates (Korea Thurs Viki) 8 eps - Trailer Jung Ki Sub is Kim Jin Woo's slacker friend - and secret crush. So when Ki Sub crashes at his place, his heart tingles to be near him everyday. But as the short stay turns into permanent mooch, how long can Jin Woo keep his true feelings under wraps and hold back from confessing?

4/26 My Stand-In (Thai iQIYI) 12 eps - adaptation of Chinese novel "Professional Body Double" by Shui Qiang Cheng. Stars Up (Lovely Writer) and Poom (Bake Me Please) directed by the same team as KP (not a recommendation IMHO - my biggest criticism of that show was the clashing directing styles). This one looks complicated, lemme try: Joe is a stuntman for famous actor Tong. Joe falls in love with Ming but Ming sees Joe as nothing more than a Tong-replacement. After learning this horrible truth, Joe dies. Joe then wakes up in the body of another man also named Joe. He manages to rebuild the same life as before—with the same people eventually re-meeting Ming. Ming wants Joe back but Joe doesn't understand why. But Ming seems to know what's going on and wants to give him some kind of explanation.

I'm exhausted just trying to describe the plot.

Knock-Knock Boys (Thai WeTV) - 4 college friends conspire to help their friend lose his virginity. Familiar faces like Seng (yes, Billy's previous pairing) and Best, news here. But will it actually air this month?

Upcoming BLs for 2024 are listed here. This list is not kept updated, so please leave a comment if you know something new or RP with additions.

NOTE: It looks like one of my personal favorites of last year Unintentional Love Story is getting a spin off!

THIS WEEK’S BEST MOMENT

Sniff test turning into a make out sesh? Please and thank you. City of Stars

(Last week)

Streaming services are listed by how I (usually) watch, which is with a USA based IP, and often offset by a day because time zones are a bother.

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If ya wanna be tagged each week leave a comment and I will add you to the template. Easy peesy.

[thelaisydazy]

I LOVE YOUR FIREFIGHTER SERIES!!ITS SO CREATIVE!!

Could I maybe perchance order a jealous ff!Simon x reader pretty please 🙏

Like it can be whatever you want, from gaz asking reader out to a customer flirting whilst Simon’s there, it’s up to you!

Tumbles, baby, absolutely you can. I'm so glad you like the Flashover series. 💚💚💚

It isn't like Simon to oversleep. He gets to the bakery later than usual, finding it already busy with customers. The table you two usually shared breakfast at was currently occupied by a pair of old ladies eating scones and drinking tea you'd no doubt poured for them from the back.

Up at the counter you were helping another customer with a cake order, you clearly hadn't spotted him yet. The customer, an older man, was leaning over the counter where you were writing his order on a piece of paper, his face just a little too close to your hair for Simon's liking.

"Say, you're a pretty little thing," the older man says. "When's your lunch break? There's a nice little restaurant in town."

"Oh, no thank you," you say. "What kind of icing do you want for your cake?"

"Oh come on," he says. "I have a lot of money. I could make sure you never had to work again."

Simon's blood boils as he hears the old man attempting to hit on you. With Riley's leash in hand, he stalks up behind the old man, towering over him.

"Is there a problem?" Simon rumbles, his eyes dark as he glares down at the customer.

The old man spins around, nearly tripping over Riley. "Ah! Well, no no," he says, stumbling over his words. "Nothing at all. Just a friendly conversation."

"I think you should order your cake somewhere else." Simon narrows him eyes. The old man doesn't wait for another warning, running off quickly. Simon turns to you, his gaze softening. "Are you alright?"

You look up at him, cheeks red. "Uh.. yeah.. yeah," you say. "Uhm.. thanks. He's been standing here forever. I never thought he'd leave."

Simon grunted. "Sorry I'm too late for breakfast," he says.

"Well... It's almost time for my lunch break," you say, offering him that sweet smile that makes him melt.

"I'd be honored."

[morehousebites]

Quotes as House MD

Random shit my friends have said as House MD

for contex, I'm in training to get my Medical Assistant certification and most of my friends are also in/going into the medical field

House:

My mysteries are falling out

Can't a mortal want for death?

That's assault. Don't make me elevate it to battery

No no, don't be embarrassed, you all did bad

I'm going to Hell AND I have to pay with quarters? This is the worst day ever!

It's only like the fourth gayest sport. Behind football, chess, and competitive pole dancing

Either kill yourself or get over it

Don't touch these without gloves, they will irritate your tits

Well y'know, some people come out of the closet, [Chase] goes into the closet

I only let my [fellows] teethe on them occasionally. They're mostly slobber-free

Am I not writing right now? With my words? Like a poet?

You're a sick degenerate fuck! I like you

OSHA is for pussies

I can hurt you and then it will have to be my fault

I'm American I'm entitled to piss where I want

Happy erection day. Your penis hard?

I LOVE bullying children

Sorry ladies, this cock is all mine

It's not abuse if they're living. That's why you kill them first

Chase:

Being lesbian is masochist (referring to Thirteen)

As the youth are fond of saying these days: dope, sick nasty.

I'm a cunt not a whore

He's fat, he needs a vasectomy

She's 14, her uterus is gonna wither up

My dad has a PhD in Jesus

I don't even have a thought process

Ow, don't hit me, you're ugly

The part I'm confused on.... Is all of it?

Victim blaming, it's the right thing to do

Ketchup is such a good moisturizer

Aw man that sucked ass, I guess I'll just die hairy

No sin here, move along

Cameron:

I'm not a lesbian, stay away from me

Numbers, organs, same thing. What am I, a doctor? A medical student?

Not gonna lie I kinda like heroin

Them's the house rules, and I'm the coolest bitch

Wow she's pretty! Oh she's dying

Do you not want to smoke weed on the bus to the hospital?

Not even in a sexual way just vulvas are dope

Shawty is a state of mind

Honey no one wants your organs

Alright I'm gonna go finish my work and disappoint [House]

They can't know I'm a freak YET

Supportive parents? In this economy?

I can't cry cause the makeup's too slay

Whoever said laughter is the best medicine was a man

Gravity is a bitch sometimes

Pleasure myself, weep, and repeat

If I had a dollar for every time someone has told me that, I could actually afford therapy

This is pirated, by the way

I've got my own knives: they're called fingers and I swear to god if he talks to me again they are going in his eyes

Foreman:

I'm no one's babygirl, I'm someone's baby MAN

I can ethically own him in the free market space of debate

You think you have rights here? This is [the hospital]

You're taking a speed bump at 5 miles an hour, I'm gonna actually enjoy my life

There is no opinions on the gays

You spilled spaghetti on the church?! (directed at Chase)

That's not a hehe moment

Do any of you... Hear in the ears?

Infidelity ain't lookin so good right now

I'd be full of shit if I told you I knew the answer all the time

I sympathize with you but you're making funny noises

THE DOOR WAS UNLOCKED THE WHOLE TIME AND I SLITHERED THROUGH THE WINDOW?!

Don't antagonize drunk old men who hate you

[missmarveledsblog]

Flumpy part 2 ( jake seresin x reader)

SUMMARY : Y/N is settling well in miramar , even more so with the dagger squad bar one although after hearing a potential date taking shit  jake rushed to defend her while y/n rushes out the door  only to head into a worse state which bids the question is it too late .  

warning : this is an angsty chapter  mentions of character death as well as some violence and our girl gets into an accident , the some violence is only in defence  though and its fictional so let keep our hands to ourselves but also jake hitting someone for us 🥵🔥 

@harrysgothicbitch as promised 😎🖤

@djs8891 😊

First official day wasn't so nerve wrecking giving she spent her weekend with her new could she call them coworkers . She liked how got along with them well nearly all of them one she really couldn't stand one of them . hangman , at first she was going to tease him for the flumpy comment it wasn't that deep til she heard him talking at the food table on the beach and well that just killed any sort of base for a friendship . throwing on her overalls and her hair in a ponytail as grabbing her helmet she and set on her way not wanting to be late for her first official day . only to see a bronco parked outside her driveway .

" i got my ride roo or did daddy dearest send you" she batted her lashes only to see a blonde head of hair in the passenger seat. " well roo my dear boy get out of my dad's ass and follow me" she laughed lifting the garage door .

" i tell him same thing darling doesn't listen" jake flashed her a dazzling smiles only for her to not even pay attention .

" i got you a coffee" rooster offered .

" we got you a coffee" jake yelled .

" i'll grab it when we get there" she laughed closing the garage and driving off on the bike.

" why are you in my car again thought your truck was way better than my... then my what did you call it flintstone mobile" rooster walked to the driver side .

" i thought i'd give the flintstone mobile a go you know i'm doing this whole don't judge a book by it's cover" he smirked. " i judged it right this time" he added looking around missing his baby.

" you wanted to try get on y/n good side , bagman that woman will chew you up and spit you out before you even know it" .

" no woman could do that and you know it" jake scoffed.

" you taking a ride to base with me and getting her coffee" .

" yeah because i like being liked" .

" oh bagman you met your match" rooster chuckled as two set off .

She pulled up in the car park taking the helmet off her head , fixing her hair as phoenix walked up to her.

" you ride a motorcycle god can you get any hotter" .

" wanna be my backpack" she winked . " i don't know what that mean but i will" the woman laughed .

" well i'll explain it at lunch lets see if any more repairs are needed plus the hornet which i can tell is roo's well i need to look it over as well as the one behind it which i know is seresins" .

" please don't kill bagman i need you around" nat fake pouted.

" even if he's a dick well i can be professional at work plus i don't look good in orange" she sighed sadly.

" hey kid thought rooster was giving you a lift you know it being your first day...." .

" or you trying to get me not to ride my baby which is ironic cause who got me into them?" she arched her brow.

" yeah well you didn't join the navy" he countered thinking he was getting somewhere .

" whats my degree" she smirked. " thought so old man now stop your sexism is showing and not good in this day and age" .

" it's not sexism" he scoffed .

" so if rooster wanted to drive the bike you would be same right" she asked.

" of course not you know why i don't want you on it" he looked at her pointedly .

" well if that's the case then you can't fly in planes ,check mate mister , where are the locker rooms" she turned to nat who was standing slightly awkward at the exchange.

" this way you need to get your keys at the front first" .

" well discuss it later young lady" he called after them. " in your dreams old man" .

" hey shit guys wait up" rooster ran after trying to avoid looking Mav in the eyes after hearing some of their discussion .

" what was that about" jake asked.

" probably one of the worse time in our lives and not my story tell hangman" .

First day was done then the first week then the first month it went by in a flash . she found she really like the dagger squad could understand her father and rooster could like them , she liked wednesdays because her and fanboy played video games after work or working out with javy on thursday , tuesday she help payback with cooking so he could wow his wife and sunday were girls day with halo and phoenix saturdays were beach days and due to rent issue most nights where spent with bradley her new roommate also saturdays the torture before the beach a hike with rooster and hangman although they still weren't on speaking term hell she pretended he didn't exist and unless it was work related she didn't acknowledge him at all and it was driving jake seresin beyond mad . He watched how she would be with the squad , the smiles and affection that he secretly yearned for , the laugh of hers that drove him crazy .

he stopped with even taking girls home because last couple of times he did they left mad as bulls when he realised that he called them y/n . one woman who turned up and derailed his life and now he was stuck like a lovestruck wimp with a girl that wanted nothing to do with him and that was all completely new. But he never showed that , no he would put on the same old charm or pull her pigtails like they were kids on the playground . He would say something ,first she would well ignore him but he kept saying things til he eventually would get a response with even though wasn't good it was better then ignoring him .

" well if it ain't my favourite little handy woman" he called as she was taking inventory of what parts would be needed already done with the day.

" what can i do for you" she eyes checking over each tray.

" jet making weird noise again , starting to think you aren't looking after my jet properly darling" .

" oh bite me i take care of it like i do all the jets you just aren't careful with the flying machine all action and no finesse" she shot back tying the top part of her overalls around her waist knowing there was nothing damn wrong with the jet this was just one hangman's ways of torturing her .

" where is the location of the weird noise or is it you brain trying to work" she asked climbing up the ladder ready check over the engine and to see it was in tip top shape.

" my dear you wound me so i heard it promise cross my heart"he winked making her bite her tongue not wanting to sink to his level . she checked it over knowing she wasn't going find anything wrong with the jet , she check it only a couple of days ago when he said same thing . she check the wheel well only to see what exactly was the problem and one that hated her job .

" problem here is you got a dead bird in here and it's not my job to clean that out have fun"she smiled happily leaving him speechless looking up as feather fell out floated to the ground .

"hey y/n you got a minute" bob called out.

" course i do" she skipped as jake wished he ignore the weird sound . she as well as the other squad members watched as hangman began clearing the jet watching as the carcass felled down onto the ground as he gagged loudly . " least there will be no more weird noise huh bagman" she cackled.

He may of washed himself three or four times after the whole bird incident wanting to make sure he got the reminisce of it off his skin even though it didn't touch his skin knowing . he probably should of got a recruit to do it but nope he done it all himself. In his cleaning he didn't noticed the door open or the pitter patter of the sounds of feet on the cold tiled floors . it was when the sound of the shower and humming started , he knew who knew it was wondering why the hell she was using the base showers . " princess is lowering herself to using the peasant bathrooms huh" he called making the humming stop completely.

" peasant bathrooms really also i thought you were gone" she sighed .

" nope still getting bird off of me".

" well i need to get the grease and oil off me i meeting up with a friend after work" she almost sang.

" yeah i know we're all meeting at hard deck later" he rolled his eyes .

" different kind of friend but enjoy" he could almost hear the smile in her voice which annoyed him but another feeling was rising one he's never had when it came to women , almost new as turned the shower off leaving promptly . what was it about this one that had him so well fucked .

" yeah i got her to agree to go on date with me" the voice laughed .

" man you are one lucky son of a bitch" . it was like the world was against him now having to listen so prick to brag about getting the girl, getting his girl .

" yeah all i had to do was pretend to like the shit she did and boom eating out the palm of my hand , i don't know whether to hit it and quit it or do i carry it on i mean her dad's maverick so maybe i can get something out of" the sniffling little shit was about to say more but the rage that built up as he spoke well he didn't get a chance to speak when he found himself slammed against the wall with a seething hangman staring at him .

" woah hangman let him go" rooster rushed up .

" little prick you think you can use her" he growled pushing the man harder.

" wait what you talking about man" the mans voice shook .

" i heard it all hit and quit or use her for her daddy now we both know she too smart to fall for that , she probably didn't even fall for your crap , she probably felt bad for you but that still doesn't mean i shouldn't beat you into these tiles right here" .

" because he's not worth it just let him go jake" her voice sounded so broken behind him yet he did, he let the man go even though he wanted to beat the shit out of him .

" leave now while you have teeth"rooster snapped as they ran out of there .

" pretty girl?" rooster said but she quickly rushed off to get dressed and leave the base before they could get to her she was driving off clearly upset .

She felt stupid , she thought he actually liked her , she couldn't believe she felt for his shit . " idiot you fell for the easiest line in the book because ugh" she grumbled to herself feeling the tears start to build . " great now i crying" she laughed although muffled through her helmet .

checking around only seeing one car she nodded to pull over and he waved indicating for her to go ahead . she moved almost there and then she wasn't it was all so fast she was almost there. She was catapulted off the bike at first is was all in slow motion like time was moving at snail pace then the impact she hit the ground hard setting time back into motion . she could hear her bike scrapping along the gravel as well as her skin where her suit was ripped open . everything hurt no hurt was probably too minor to describe it , everything burned intensely as she looked up through the now cracked visor of her helmet and yet she couldn't move it was like something was holding her down in place.

" miss can you hear me , she not responding" a voice called . " she still breathing although it looks like she struggling , no i didn't touch her , she bleeding bad" the voice frantically called like he was talking to someone she couldn't hear.

" he just came out of no where at full speed , hit her off the bike please are they close ". she felt warm liquid coating her skin and burning was starting to dull . " yeah there's a visor on her helmet there i got it off , miss can you hear me , her eyes are open" . " her eyes are closing miss stay with me , god he came out of nowhere please hurry miss,miss" was the last thing she heard before it went quiet and everything went black.

They stood quiet , standing their usual spot waiting for a text or call she was ok .

" she isn't at home i checked already" rooster sighed something in his gut told him something bad was going on same one he got the day his dad died or when his mom got her diagnosis.

" maybe she needs time" nat said softly although she was itching to go out and look for her .

" she needs her friend and i've a bad feeling" rooster began pacing . Jake seresin well he was quiet , almost too quiet as he replayed it all from her face to the fact she called him jake . usually it wouldn't of meant so much if it wasn't her. She never used his name not even his surname it was always bagman or hangman maybe even cowboy but never jake.

" fuck it i'm going looking for her" rooster snapped the man from his own thought and instantly he was on his feet.

" i'll come with you" was all he said. Usually rooster would tease him , taunt that they would be using the bronco but no for some reason the look on jake seresins face was reason enough to keep it quiet and all he did was nod . they all walked out , standing talking about who was going with who til they heard it .

" fucking bitch had to be there man i was so close could of been balls deep now and buttering up captain mitchell " that pricks voice from across the car park . Not a second thought or the voice of reason from his friends to ignore it cause he saw red , full blown rage that had him barrelling across and punching the man square in the jaw . it was almost satisfying when his fist connected or when the prick hit the ground .

" what is your fucking problem asshole" .

" my problem is you , ya had the perfect woman and all you wanted was what she could give you , what she could benefit you not realising you had the best thing on this earth and you fucking took advantage of it , i hear you call her one more thing or they hear you in there well son a punch is gonna be last of you worries" he spat .

" she a chick man get over it acting like a crazy person over maverick bitch" he laughed the fucker laughed as jake went to dive on him only his friends pulled him back.

" she a force of fucking nature , smart and beautiful fucking woman , you lucky she even gave you time of day

. " hangman" rooster called.

" you don't hear what he's saying what he's calling her man" jake growled pushing out of his friends arms only for rooster to pulling back turning him around.

" hangman come on" he said again more almost gentle or something he couldn't quite place.

" nat no" was all they heard before the female pilot hit the man again only he went to hit back this time .

" not now rooster" jake gritte only for rooster took a hold the mans fist as the fucker actually looked scared.

" you get out of here not in there, he's right you say one bad thing about y/n in there you gonna get your ass beat " rooster pulled the men away sending them off with black eyes and bruised cheek .

" what the hell , did you hear them" jake snapped.

" jake we need to go hospital , there's been an accident . y/n hurt real bad" .

" come on lets go" he said leading him , nat and bob to his car . all again quiet once more.

The ride to the hospital was silent all wondering what bad truly was and all afraid to ask . in the space so short as a month she'd managed to worm her way into their hearts and now they hoped it wasn't end of what was going to be a beautiful friendship . jake felt ill hell he felt everything all in once but now more so fear and worry . it was all so much in so little time but one feeling he felt one he more , one he feared of feeling all these years and it could be too late.

" oh my" nat gasped turning their attention to the side of the rode . they saw it all the glass everywhere , blood pooled on the ground it didn't take a genius to connect the dots they knew . her bike still on the ground as the cops had the area closed off and her helmet thrown on the ground half haphazardly. " stop i'll meet you there" nat yelled already getting out of the car. " that bike is her baby i need to" was all she said .

" i'll go with her and get guys to bring us" bob said running after her.

" she right , that bike is here baby , she been driving them since she was sixteen , think that's her second one , the other one is in our garage she still cleans it takes it out. My mom was freaked when she got the first one i mean scared to death on it but mav would say she was go driver" he chuckled as they drove down the highway.

" thought he hated her on them".

"wasn't always that way ... shit mav probably freaked thinking history's repeating , look i said it wasn't my story to tell but fuck it , you know charlie blackwood her mom well she died when y/n was seventeen hit her hard during the whole thing well she needed space. sick of people giving their well wishes which i agree it's only so much of if you need me .. anyways she went on drive although that night it was raining from what we know she lost control on the road was real bad she ended up in a coma for couple months , they said she slim to none chance of full recovery and she beat those odd woke up all ok first thing she asked was her bike ok" he laughed as tears gathered in his eyes .

" she stubborn one huh but she fighter too so determined you know well of course you know your like her brother , she never lets anything go even when the guys talked down to her she showed them what was what probably how she had half the base on her side in matter of weeks, she's so smart too like brains for miles , it's cute to when you see her concentrating hard on something her little tongue poking out or that laugh not the fake one she gives cyclone to boost his ego but the real one that makes you wanna do more to keep it going" was like he couldn't stop talking it all falling out his mouth on it own free will as bradley smiled listening.

" sounds like a man in love to me , i mean i know i was young but reminds me of the way my dad would talk about my mom" .

" you hit your head chicken boy you sound crazy" jake quickly covered his track albeit not well .

" oh shut up man you know i'm right and me crazy you attack the same man twice for merely talking bad about her" rooster shook his head.

" that was hypocritical i mean come on i said same sort of shit first time with met i called her flumpy like she should of clocked my ass".

" well you do make shit first impression, i'll give you that is true but i've noticed a change in you since you met her , woman of hard deck are safe from your chat up lines , your not sleeping around like a dog and you've been trying to make it up to her since the beach. Yeah you tease her but thats your love language or what ever amelia says . all i'm saying is you got time to turn it around" rooster explained all so easily like he knew something more then he was letting on and maybe he did .

" do i though?" jake ask crashing them back to reality knowing it might not be a chance. He hope rooster was right , he hoped he could make things right and he hoped it wasn't too late . 

Part three

[gottalovetumbler]

Supernatural Stains

Pt.2 LFG!!!! MDNI 2,274 words info: blood, cursing, anger, dentist (Got longer than I expected but I wanted to get the back story squared away so we came all now ignore it and read on :)

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It's been over a week since you've seen those two handsome hunks and it seems you're already going through withdrawals. The bags under your eyes have grown from near non-existent to the first thing people's eyes linger on when you greet them. To make things even better this is your first night shift in a four-shift stint so there's physically no way for you to try and remedy this odd predicament you've found yourself in. 

Your shoulder pops as you shove another drop off into the large 40lbs washing machine, you should honestly get that checked out, not cause it hurts or anything it isn't very comfortable. As you throw the last struggling socks into the drum a scent you recognize hits your senses. Ah yes, the lovely scent of shit and menthol fills the air, by golly it's your absolute favor- 

“Excuse me, do you work here?” 

Agitation digs into your spine as it crawls higher and higher because no Dave, we haven't seen each other many times and I sure as hell haven't folded your dirty ass underwear more times than my own or anything. A nice smile grows on your face as you speed walk to the office, taking pride in the fact that he has to huff and puff to keep up with your cruel pace. “Of course! How can I help you?

“Well first off whoever did my laundry last time folded it when they weren't supposed to and I got overcharged for it so I'd like that as a credit or discount. Secondly, the idiot bunched my socks up instead of folding them like asked so howcan I get compensated for that?” What a lying fucking bastard, are you kidding me? You did that laundry perfectly and even took a few pounds off the total because you felt nice but nope no anymore. 

“Well for the overpayment I can calculate how much you overpaid and apply that to this drop-off but for future reference please let us know when you pick up if something looks wrong so we can fix it as soon as possible. As for the socks, I won't be able to do much about that since they were not damag-.”

A wrinkly finger being shoved into your face stops your angry ramble, impatience simmering about to spew as you lock eyes with the source of the said appendage. The vein in his neck bulges out as he bares his teeth at you ready to tear you a new one, not sure if it'll be physically or metaphorically with how angry he's becoming. The upcoming onslaught was halted by a large hand landing roughly on Dave's right shoulder. Your matching sneers split from each other and snap to the owner of the rough grip and in that moment you realize just how invested in the angry exchange you were. 

“Mate, if you think that's the way to speak to a beautiful young lady then you need ta’go for a walk.” 

And well, you'd be lying if you deny in any way that the smooth accented voice didn't make you flush. A small part of you is scared that this will just cause a bigger reaction and maybe even a lawsuit from dear old Dave but as you both look towards the voice you realize, there's no way in hell Dave will win this one. It seems he realizes this too as he just shoots you a dirty glare and stalks out the door with his laundry. 

You recognize one of the two men straightaway, that being Johnny, and boy oh boy did you miss that faint but sweet strawberry scent though you note its dirt counterpart is much less overpowering this time around. The new scent though, lemongrass with a smidge of gunpowder, nearly takes your breath away though what truly makes you gawk is the man it's attached to. What is up with all the attractive men and why are they in your laundry mat? How did not only this 6 '1 brown-eyed beauty but his two other handsome friends end up here?  

“You alright there, love? Something on my face?” Your face flushes as Johnny snorts, clearly getting the same feeling of Deja Vu as you. The new man huffs in laughter as your head bows. The sight that greets you causes your heart to drop, there's a small puddle of blood beneath both your clenched hands. You stand frozen both in shame and awe as you stare at the crimson fluid, what crappy vampire gets entranced by their blood. Two warm hands grip each of yours gently, dislodging the nails from your palms, they must be speaking but all you can hear is the roar of blood pumping through your ears.

As your gaze locks back into focus you question just how long you've been zoned out. The light outside is nonexistent so it's no longer 5 something pm, a sluggish glance to the bottom of the computer screen tells you it's 7:36. And holy shit does that knock you straight out of the nice daze you found yourself in, your senses slowly come back as you take in your surroundings. 

You're still in the office but instead of at the counter your sat in the plush rolling chair tucked into the back corner, Johnny is sitting in one of the chairs from the lobby to your left still massaging your now bandaged hands. His eyes lock with yours and a question is clearly on the tip of his tongue when the mystery man makes himself known. 

“Oh, finally you're up! How long do you dry a down comforter for? A lady jus' dropped one off with the vague instructions to make sure i' was quite fully dry.”

It fully clicks in then that not only have you been out of it for more than two but also that the new man has been handling everything for you. 

“Oh my gosh, I am so sorry that you had to do this. I have no idea what came over me. I am so so sorry.” Your attempt to shoot out of the chair is stopped by an immovable force, Johnny's arm locks around your midsection and pushes you back down. “No sae fast bonnie, yer in na shape tae up ad movin around. Sit back doun, guid lass, an juist rest, kyles got it covered for ye.”

“I appreciate that I really do but please, you've already helped me enough and I need to get back to work before someone reports me to the owner.” It takes quite a bit of energy to stop the nervous stammer in your voice but youmanage. It takes even more energy to convince both Johnny and who you assume is Kyle to let you finish the night but they eventually leave after catching you up with everything that's happened while you were out. 

Turns out Dave did end up coming back in and dropped off his laundry that Kyle finished as quickly as possible but waited an extra hour to let him know he could pick it up. Other than that, the machines gave them some grief and a handful of rowdy high school kids tried to use the lobby as a hangout spot but once it was clear they had no laundry they were quickly escorted out. After getting you up to speed they finally parted, Kyle with a tip of his head and Johnny with a frown. 

It was about 5 minutes after they left that you realized they not only handled customers for you but also started the nightly clean-up duty, the lint traps were cleared, the trash can emptied and even the machines were wiped down. Due to it luckily being decently quiet the rest of the night you really didn't need to sweep or mop so for the first time ever you got out right at close. 

With it being only about 10 pm, the drive home was filled with many more bright headlights than you would have liked but it wasn't unpleasant. Especially since you were much more focused on how many emotions were bumping around in your muddled head. The topmost being a mix of embarrassment and anxiety, what if Kyle and Johnny think you are some freak (just the word makes you cringe, mainly because it's not untrue), or what if someone contacted your boss or worse, left a review about the seemingly inebriated girl in the back of the office getting her bandaged hands rubbed by a burly man. All these thoughts came to head as you made a sudden and unwanted realization, you care way too much about what these men (who mind you, you've only seen less than three times) think of you. I mean you haven't even been properly introduced to each other, they could be serial killers for all you know, and here- ring ring ring.

You jump as your eyes snap to the screen of your car where the name Big Grin takes up the whole screen. Why the hell was your dentist calling this late at night? With a huff, you answer the phone with a soft “Hello?”

“Hi, is this Y/N? This is Jessie calling from Big Grin, is this a good time to talk?” She continues after getting a positive noise from you. “I'm calling with regards to your recent appointment following your concern with your teeth amongst other things-.” Oh OH, that's why they are calling so late. 

~~~~~~~flashback~~~~~~~

A few months back you finally started seeing a new dentist after moving out of your parent's house. The dentist they took you to wasn't bad per se but he didn't know how to not be a creep. So you found a new dentist, Dr.Owen was a kind man and truly listened to all your concerns, especially paying attention to the ones surrounding your upper fangs. You had seen him for about 3 months when it all changed, one day he was just doing a routine cleaning when he accidentally caught your gum and made you bleed a bit. Now this typically wouldn't be too big of a concern but when the blood hit your tongue you blacked out. Coming back to only about 30 minutes later you were then informed that you are not only not human but that your a fucked up example of what you're supposed to be. 

Dr.Owen didn't say that of course but what he did tell you is that while he is not a vampire his wife is and that was why he had gotten into dentistry in the first place. So that people like you could have access to a normal dentist and routine cleaning. He also let you know that he has studied many different types of fangs but the ones you have are new. It seems that somewhere back in your bloodline something happened because you not only have a set of vamp fangs but also just normal human adult ones. The human ones grew in first and because of that your vamp puberty has been semi-halted. 

The gist you finally get after the hour-long lecture is that being a vampire is only passed through bloodlines, no biting people to change them. And that a kid fully becomes a vampire around the typical age of puberty when their fangs fully grow in. Now vamp fangs are no different from human ones, they look the same and don't even elongate like in movies, all they do is trigger a hormone that completes the transformation. The issue with your is that because they aren't/can't fully grow they are just sitting in your gums and aren't able to fully turn you. Until they do you won't feel the unstoppable bloodlust nor do you need to feed on blood but because they do exist they have slightly impacted you. 

Until you decide to get the adult fangs removed and let the vampire ones grow in (if ever) then you would only get small hints of the vampire feature, while you don't need blood to survive if you do taste it, it acts as a little like a sugar rush or caffeine. As for abilities, your sense of smell is slightly more enhanced and your eyes are more sensitive to light, effectively making you half vampire half human. 

He also gave you a quick rundown of the history of vampires, how the first was recorded as a passenger on a ship sailing back to Britain from the new world The issue with the story though is that everyone on that ship swore up and down that Thomas H Kline never boarded the ship and appeared out of nowhere. With no proof of Thomas being anything but a normal passenger, he was free to live his everlasting life in London where he had three children with his human wife Louise. Out of the three, two inherited the gene and with them, the curse continued down the bloodline till one of the branches came to you. 

~~~~~~~unflashback~~~~~~~

“And I'm just calling to schedule your next appointment with Dr.Owen to look at your teeth again and discuss the future, what is a good time for you?” A short back and forth gets you set up for an appointment at 9:30 am the next morning, early enough before work that you can go back home and do nothing for a bit. 

With that thought you pull down your long dirt driveway fully unaware of the truck that slowly drives past the entrance before flipping back around and driving back the way you both came.

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[yevmarie]

Light My Fire | Chapter 7

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Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Female Reader

Word count: 2.3k

Pronouns: you, she/her

Warnings: angst, mentions of depression, swearing, mentions of physical abuse towards other people, detailed description of typical TWD violence, differences from the main plot may occur, bad English (not my first language).

Taglist: @your-shifting-gurl @bae-live-0 @richardsamboramylove55 @deansapplepie @snailss @denisecabrera @dreamtofus @duckybird101

You were sitting near the tent, trying to occupy your mind with the book you had taken at the beginning of the outbreak when you left home. The novel was so good that you binge-read it after Rick got to the hospital. That was the only thing that distracted you somehow, almost the cure for the hours spent crying after calls with Lori, who always said the doctor's forecast had been discouraging.

Now, everything was different. Although you reunited with your friend, other things were bothering you. Thoughts rushed after every sentence being read.

Is Merle alive? Will the group come back? Should I tell everything to Rick? But that fucker Shane almost killed me today. Shit! The neck hurts so much I'd probably have bruises forming a 'necklace' in a day. Shane is scaring the hell out of me. Why is he doing that to me? Did I deserve it after all my love given to him? I think I deserve just nothing good. If any good is even left in this world…

You cursed to yourself, noticing that familiar Depression FM finding the 'right' radio wave in your mind. The host today is so cruel; he plays that shitty song with the lyrics derived from your brain. And that fucking cassette tape is broken, repeating every verse again and again. You knew what to do in such cases.

"Ms. Y/LN, there's one technique that helps to get rid of repetitive unhealthy thoughts. But it needs practice as any of them. So close your eyes and imagine a bus stop, some familiar one to you. Perhaps near your work. This must be the place you know well to add realism to your brain."

You put the book aside and leaned back on the tree to relax your body. You closed your eyes, took a deep breath, and imagined the bus stop near your office. This is a busy street full of office workers fussing around and cars honking.

"Good. Now imagine the bus you are waiting for."

You are standing in your uncomfortable office outfit, praying to catch the bus quicker and get home. And here it is!

"When it arrives, come up to it."

You make several steps, slightly losing balance as some teenage girl pushes you, aiming to get in faster than you to take a seat.

"The doors are opening, and you get in but notice one unpleasant thing… The people inside only talk about you. About your insecurities. They literally repeat your thoughts out loud, saying them to you in your face."

"You don't deserve love," an old grumpy lady says, looking at you with side eyes.

You take a step further, aiming for the part of the bus with fewer people, finding a man wearing total black: a leather jacket, jeans, massive boots, and bike gloves. He is saying nothing to you. He's not even looking at you, listening to whatever music is playing in his earphones.

"Love? Don't be ridiculous," the teenage girl who had pushed you before chuckled. "She just deserves nothing good."

Another step up to the man when he finally turns to you. Pale blue eyes, three-day stubble, a bit outgrown haircut, two cute moles on the face, one above his thin lips. Although his frame is wide and the outfit is brutal, he doesn't seem like that. He's calm.

"Daryl?" you whispered, standing up too close to him, the haunting scent mixed of his cologne, leather, and tobacco hitting your brain, sending waves of excitement through your veins.

"Yeah, talking about Daryl," a clerk sitting near you, reading a newspaper, caught your attention, "He thinks you are useless."

"Reckless," a woman cooing to her baby corrected the clerk.

"He talks to you out of pity," another voice said.

"He's not interested in you," added yet another.

All the hurtful voices meshed together, making your tears swell in your eyes. Daryl took off his earphones and passed them to you. You plugged them in and heard… Nothing! Except the silent echo of your heartbeat. You noticed people were still talking to you but couldn't hear them. Daryl cupped your face with his calloused, warm palms, still looking into your eyes. His gaze was calm, gentle, and loving. He leaned closer, narrowing the space between your faces, looking down at your lips; his breath tickled your sences as you savored the moment with anticipation.

"Ms. Y/LN, after hearing everything the passengers have told you, would you get off the bus?"

"No," you whispered, closing your eyes and feeling Daryl's lips touching yours in a sensual kiss.

FUCK!

You opened your eyes and threw the book away towards the tent.

"So, have I fallen for Daryl?" you asked yourself, desperately sighing, as surely daydreaming about the hunter wasn't planned, when suddenly you saw a familiar woman figure approaching you - Lori.

"Y/N, can I ask you to look after Carl and Sofia?" the woman's expression was concerned, obviously stressed out by something. You only nodded in consent, not wishing to talk, and stood up to go for the children. But your hope of no dialogue with the woman was dispelled in a second when she gently grabbed your forearm.

"We need to talk, Y/N."

"Enough talking for me today," you mumbled and stepped forward but were stopped again by Lori's touch.

"Please," she begged sincerely. "I… I'm really sorry for all that," her voice shaky. "I didn't know you still had feelings for him."

"You never asked," your response was just a guillotine, cutting off all potential reasoning.

"If you had only told me before… Perhaps I'd still be devastated, but I knew you were fair to me. And after some time, I'd accept it," you looked at your crying former friend and felt the pain hit your chest.

"Look, I'm not aiming to hurt you. Just trust me, it doesn't bring me any satisfaction. I'm not a monster. I just want to let you know I've always expected some tricks from Shane but not from you. Because you know what? I've always thought friendship is stronger. Love just comes and goes. But you betrayed me."

"Okay, okay," Lori nodded, sobbing, and was going to walk away, but you stepped aside and appeared on her way.

"I could overcome it and forgive you one day. But if Rick doesn't… He just doesn't deserve all of this."

"He'll never know," her answer outraged you. She was so sure you wouldn't tell Rick.

And honestly, she was right and wrong at the same time by saying this. You face the dilemma of telling Rick everything you know and destroying his family and friendship with Shane. Or you just step back and lose another close person like Rick because you'd not be able to even look into his eyes and act like everything is going fine and finally betray him by keeping silent. You didn't know what to do, and this tortured you.

"Then I'll just be nice to you for the love of Rick and Carl. I can't offer more; I'm sorry," you turned around and walked toward the campfire, leaving Lori alone. "I'll look after Carl and Sofia." 

Hours later, when you were spending time with the children, the camp was shocked by another event: Shane beat up Ed after he hit Carol. You felt sorry for the woman and reasoned her to have her rest, though you had planned otherwise before, and took your duty to help in the kitchen and stew the squirrels for the group. 

It was getting darker; the group was having dinner, but no one returned from the run to Atlanta. You saved the portions for the men and started cleaning the place you called the kitchen. You couldn't have your rest; otherwise, you would go crazy. Or eat as the food stuck in your throat again. Your nerves were being torn to shreds. 

But Amy's wrenching scream cut off the silence you mistakenly considered agonizing.

"Walkers!" people yelled. 

The chaos burst in seconds, resulting in fussing, cries, and shooting. The latter bothered you the most as it was uncontrollable, and you were scared to take a slug. You ran to the table and took a knife, scanning the situation around. Lori and Carl were hiding behind shooting Shane; that's good. You were looking for Carol and Sofia, who were near Shane as well but were more vulnerable to attack. 

You were going to run to them but heard upcoming rasps just near yourself. Turning around, you stabbed the walker's head, hearing the gut-wrenching sound of tearing skin and breaking skull. The blood spraying on your face and the smell almost made you vomit. The body fell on the ground when another walker approached you, snapping its teeth and stretching its arms to you. You kicked it in the chest so you had more space for maneuvering, swaying your arm holding the knife to damage the skull of the lying dead. 

You stood up, taking a deep breath and wiping the sweat off your forehead. Other shooting noises were reaching the camp. You heard Rick's voice calling his family when you fell, being pushed down to the ground. Your chest took a pasting by falling flat on the ground, and the air from your lungs was beaten away. You realized the snapping teeth were inches from your skin, so at least you needed to push it away from you to kill, but the body was so heavy you couldn't make a move. 

Suddenly, you felt the weight above was lifted from you, thrown somewhere away, and shot, so you jumped out of your skin, instinctively closing your ears. Then, your body was lifted easily as if you were a featherweight. An arm tugs around you, pushing your back into someone's body. 

"Ya okay?" you know this gruff voice.

You quickly nodded and squizzed his forearm, thanking god Daryl returned to the camp. 

"Stay behind; it's clear there," the archer freed you from his hug and continued shooting the dead. 

Several minutes passed when the last walker was down. You were panting, trying to catch your breath, and dropped to your knees as your muscles were aching. You looked back and saw Rick hugging his family. Carol and her daughter were safe, but the field around the camp was covered with dead flesh — the bitter payment for your close people to be alive. 

"Y/N," you heard Rick approaching you, helping you stand up, "Are you okay?"

"Yeah," you nodded, standing up, but your legs were wobbling, so the sheriff had to help you keep your balance by holding you by your back.

"Where's Merle?" 

"He escaped, but we couldn't find either him or his body."

The hope died in your eyes, turning your gaze to as black as night. 

"Y/N, can you tell me something?"

"Hm?" you hummed, fluttering your eyes open as if you were returning from a trance. 

"Did Merle and you..?" 

"No," you cut short his question and were trying to walk away, but Rick stopped you, standing next to you, gently holding your shoulders. 

"Is it because of Daryl?" by an odd coincidence, the name mentioned made you stiffen so that Rick's touch read your tensity.

"What do you mean?" 

"Do you like him?" 

You stiffened even more, and the opportunity to lie about something faded. Considering you were talking to the sheriff, who was too good at reading people. Furthermore, when they were close ones. 

"No. We just became friends," you put his arm aside, hinting you'd like to walk away. This dialogue was leading to some strange course. "Rick, I wanna sleep, let's talk tomorrow, okay?" 

Your friend nodded and stared after you walking away. 

"So, why do you sleep in Daryl's tent?" you stopped and turned around to the man. 

"Because you got back, and there's not enough space for four of us."

"You had already moved to Dixons. There was no stuff of yours. Or you are a medium." 

"Rick, is it cross-examining?"

"I just wonder why you behave so strangely. If you like some of the brothers, it changes everything. I'll insist on searching. If you don't have feelings but still hang out with them when your family is here. Then I assume you'd had some fighting with Lori and…"

"Hey man," Shane appeared out of nowhere, approaching Rick. "Let's discuss our plans for tomorrow. We need to do something with the bodies." 

You mentally thanked your ex and quickly walked to the tent. Getting inside of it, you noticed the archer was already sleeping. Perhaps he was so tired he didn't give a damn where he was going. And at least it's his tent. You grabbed your blanket to move to Merle's, but Daryl's voice stopped you.

"Ain't sleeping. Get inside. It's better to stick together if another horde is coming. Not gonna touch ya," the hunter's sleeping voice made some magic to you as you got in and laid down back to him without hesitation. You covered yourself with the blanket, but it was too much already as you were flushed red, and all your blood was running in hot impulses through your body.

"Is it okay?" Daryl wanted to reassure himself you were fine with this. 

"Yeah," you replied. 

"So, if Rick noticed, then when will you accept you have fallen for Daryl, Y/N?" you told yourself and shut your eyes tightly as if it would help you fall asleep faster.

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[xxemiexx]

Out Of Order

~Request~

Short story, birth denial, clothing birth

Around 800 words

I got out my apartment and waddled to the lift, the baby sitting low in my birth canal, I'd soon be in the car on the way to hospital.

But then I saw the out of order sign!

"Fuck!" I cursed, I was on the 9th floor and would have to make it down in time for my taxi!

I sighed and moved to the stairs, taking a deep breath before taking the first step, as soon as my legs left each other the baby took the opportunity and moved lower.

"Oh no don't do this. Stay in." I moaned in pain taking the next step as the same happened again.

I made it down 7 more steps and the pressure in my stomach was growing stronger.

A contraction hit and I doubled up holding the hand rail as my body forced itself to squat down. I moaned as the pressure seemed to release in a pop between my thighs.

Gasping realising my water was running down my legs and the baby was right at the opening now I quickly got up out the squatting position pressing my hand to the baby's head.

"Not right now please!" I quietly begged taking another step.

I'd reached the bottom of the first flight and took a big breath as I pushed open the doors to the next flight.

The next contraction pulsed through me and my body was forcing me to push the urge just undeniable, it started to burn, as I was pushing I used the hand rail and steady myself as I lifted my leg slightly, giving the baby more room to come out.

Completely forgetting my current situation as I the head came to a full crown in my pants.

I groaned in effort, feeling the head slip back inside when I stopped pushing, realising this was a good opportunity I carried on walking down the stairs.

I rushed down the next flight fighting the contractions with panting and heavy breathing.

But as I started on the next step the pain took over me as I separated my legs, and the baby's head pushed into my pants in a crown.

"No!" I moaned but my body forced me to bear down and push.

The head fighting against the tight material of my pants finally popped out, I gasped loudly realising what I'd done.

"No! Fuck please stay in!!."

The lump between my legs made it hard to take the steps now, my pants moving it back in slightly when I moved too much.

I stumbled quickly down the next 3 flights, the head staying out, it wasn't until I stopped to catch my breath I felt the baby turn inside me readying for the shoulders to come out.

"Oh no..." I groaned and took a deep breath.

I pushed, squatting down and groaning with exhaustion. There was no room for the baby to move out any further.

When I stood back up the progress was erased as the head got pushed back against the fabric of my underwear.

The door to the stairwell for this floor opened and an elderly lady came into the hall, she had a walking stick and a bag.

“Why hello the-“ the old lady was cut off as her bag of shopping broke and her stuff fell all over the floor. She gasped and looked from the shopping back to me.

“Would you be a dear and help me pick these up?” She asked trying to bend down to reach things.

I groaned internally and waddled over to her slowly, carefully bending down to reach some tins.

I stood back up and felt a contraction building, I waited for the lady to stand back up.

Suddenly she stumbled forward when she was trying to stand, she reached forward for my support but she grabbed my leggings, pulling them down slightly as she steadied herself.

My body took the extra room and pushed of its own accord, the shoulders being birthed past my underwear and into my trouser leg.

I gasped and quickly moved away from the lady, heading back to the stairs, she shouted for me but I ignored her.

I reached into my leggings holding the baby that’s now half out of me, panting through the contraction.

I’m not going to make it.

I stop at the next floor and waddle to the rest room, quickly slamming the door on a vacant stall.

I don’t have the time to pull my clothes off as my body involuntarily pushes and the baby is birthed to the hips, pulling down into a leg.

I cry out as I give one last push, fully birthing my baby out into my trouser leg.

I pant hard and reach to take the baby to my chest. We stay like this until I have the strength to stand and finally call a cab to take us to the hospital.

[syndrossi]

Which one-shot au/scene would you most like to write? Like ideas from the prompts (like reversal au) or something that wasn't asked (Mysaria's pov on meeting the boys, for example).

Argh, there was something AU-related I was thinking about the other day as "oooh I'd love to write this" and now for the life of me I can't remember it.

I've been quite tickled by the "Daemon+twins wind up in the North when Robert and company are nearing Winterfell" concept, where the twins and their dragons are separated from Daemon and discovered by Stark men-at-arms, who are confused by this Jon lookalike who's several years younger (I think I'd have the twins at around ten, with Shadow and Qelebrys roughly pony-sized). Meanwhile, Daemon on Caraxes is hunting for them, and Ned's panicking because Robert's retinue is hours out and he doesn't know what to do with these two children, one of whom looks enough like Rhaegar that Robert would possibly demand his head on the spot, and his resemblance to his twin brother would highlight their own resemblance to Ned's Jon, so it's this awkward triple threat to this family. And he doesn't even know about Daemon!

Back in the Dance era, Baelon vs Volantis in Regnal AU, once they've shown their colors, is a dynamic I'd love to write. Also Jaehaerys interacting with the 4-year-old twins.

And in Resonant timeline itself, we're a long ways off from the boys hitting adolescence, but Rhaegar being entertained by Jon's awkwardness with the attention he's getting from the ladies of the court is up there for me.

...I said four things, but I'm incapable of choosing favorites, so it checks out, really.

[siriuslyobsessedwithfiction]

Unhinged rating of SJM characters' ships from someone who hasn't read any of the books.

(Purely based on posts I've seen on social media. This is what I think of the ships based on what the fandom says about them. This is not a serious rating, obviously, since I haven't read a single book of hers or even a fanfic based on those.)

1.. Feysand 3/10

I've seen people say he drugged her and forced her to perform a lap dance and he twisted her broken arm until she agreed to a deal with him. And that after they got together, he didn't tell her that her pregnancy could kill her because the baby couldn't come out with wings.

2.. Feyre and Tamlin 5/10

I have seen people shit on Tamlin for being the worst, but I've never seen anyone provide direct examples from text. All people say is that he's very toxic and that he wanted to imprison Feyre in his house. But she was in danger? And she was a 19 illiterate peasant girl and there were centuries old fearies who wanted to harm her?? Maybe prioritize your safety for the time being, girl? Idk, maybe Tamlin did some other worse things, but if his list of crimes against feminism only consists of this, then he's not that bad.

3.. Nesta and Cassian 2/10

I'm sorry, I don't see the appeal. Nesta needed therapy, not Cassian. If Nesta was Lady Death and Cassian stood by her side ready to bathe in her enemies' blood, I'd dig it. But I've heard Nesta loses her powers?!!!... No. Just no. Also, Cassian has internalized bastard phobia he had centuries to get over and he still hasn't. We do not tolerate bastard slander in this court. It's not a personality trait. And he laughed when she fell down the stairs??

4.. Nesta and Eris 9/10

These two would slay sooooo hardddd!!!... The amount of cunt they would serve. Drink wine and talk shit together. Also, they fit together more. Autumn court would show Nesta that even death and decay can be beautiful. Not every Archeron sister needs to be paired with a Bat boy.

5.. Gwyn and Azriel 4/10

I mean, sure, but why? No spice, no salt, no nothing. They had completely normal boring interactions. Not much potential here.

6.. Elain and Azriel 7/10

Is flower girl/warrior boy cliché? Yes. Do I care? Not really. Azriel seems a level-headed guy in general and he's more open to Elain than Gwyn. Also, there are already parallels with Rosehall and Elain being compared to a rose.

7.. Elain and Lucien

No rating because I'm very confused about these two. Why is she even Lucien's mate?

8.. Aelin and Sam 8/10

They were cute. He seemed like a good guy. He loved Celeana, he would've loved Aelin.

9.. Aelin and Chaol 5/10

I have no idea who this guy is. No disrespect. I gave a middle score.

10.. Aelin and Dorian 6/10

They're better off as besties. They're both in line for their own thrones, so it would complicate things.

11.. Manon and Dorian 9/10

Dare I say, they'd be the kinkiest couple? Pop off. Love it. Zero notes.

12.. Aelin and Rowan 6/10

Aelin only settled for Rowan because she was too tired for something else. Bold statement from someone who has no idea what she's talking about. But I just get these vibes. They were both damaged and tired people. Aelin still deserved more empathy. I've heard he once hit her out of anger. And kept saying he would never love her like he loved her ex.