#im going to die from both fun and stress

[san-shui]

Taking a writing for tv class, and in my professor’s words for our spec script assignment:

We’re writing glorified fanfiction Abbott Elementary

[gatorbites-imagines]

Listen. Listen. Hear me out.

I beg you, almighty gator—Gambit(Remy LeBeau) x M/FTM reader(ur choice i like both :)) where reader is a mutant that has some kind of power that has to do with sea monsters, and loves tarot cards so Remy does card tricks for him while reader is in a pool.

When I was a kid I called Gambit “Magic Man” and I had to hold myself back from screaming that in the theater when I was watching D&W a few days ago and revived my non-understandable fanboying of him. (Sorry for the rant)

You can change the fic anyway you want, I’ve got no problem as long as Remy is as silly as he normally is(can evolve into smut or whatever cause I’m freaky like that 😏)

Gracias Gator!!

Remy Lebeau x mutant male reader

Headcanons

I love Remy SO much its insane. I can’t write accents, so it’s there in spirit. Haven’t read the comics, so im basing this off of is wiki. no smut but i had fun writing this.

i loved seeing Remy in the movie, i just wish theyd given him his eyes, you know?

How you two met can be a mixed bag. Maybe you met in the x-men, maybe you met in the thieves guild before every crossing paths with the x-men as a whole, or maybe somewhere completely third. I enjoy the idea of the thieves guild though, so ill go with that.

You both had different reasons for joining or doing what you do, but being two mutants amongst a lot of other non-mutants meant you felt some kind of kinship with each other, even if you didn’t really get along in the beginning.

Especially with you two being visibly mutants. With Remy’s eyes and you having scales on different areas of your body, gills on your sides, what others would refer to as “monster eyes”, so on and so forth.

This resulted in you two preferring to work together when you got the chance, you trained together, ate together, slept together (not like that), so on and so forth. It also meant you two got a very deep understanding of each other over time.

It also meant that Remy got to see just how stupidly powerful you were. In the beginning you just thought your powers involved controlling water and being able to breath underwater. Who’d have thought you could do crazy stuff like controlling typhoons, rain, lightning, so on and so forth, like some kind of biblical being.

This was how you gained the name leviathan. You didn’t really like the name in the beginning, since you hadn’t really picked it yourself and it felt almost insulting with your appearance. But Remy was so supportive you ended up coming to like it, even though it took a long time.

In the end you two split apart as you leave the guild, going your separate ways but still keeping in contact in small but safe ways. With a power like yours it was hard to stay under the radar, and many wanted you on their side, even if it meant by force.

Time passes, Remy joins the x-men, you travel on your own and discover yourself and the world. Remy gets kicked out of the x-men when they learn of his past, you two meet up again and travel together for a while.

Its during this gap in Remy’s place with the x-men that your relationship became something more. He tells you about Rogue, and how he at first thought he loved her, only to realize what he felt for her wasn’t near as strong as what he felt for you.

And of course, during this confession, Remy tries to lay on the charm and act like it isn’t a big deal, but you can easily see through him and notice how anxious he is about it. in the end you just have to grab him and kiss him to shut him up, which yes, does shut him up, but also leads to you guys falling back into the water you’d been sitting by when he lunges at you to kiss you again.

Hes a charming guy yes, Remy has such a way with his words, how he carries himself or how he touches you. But underneath all that he also cares so deeply, to the point of being willing to die for you or those he cares about, which makes you lose scales from stress at times.

So, if you place protection spells on him that you got from the deepest part of the sea by the people who have started to worship you like a god, then only you have to know. That Namor guy is pretty swell, when he isn’t being a bit arrogant. He even taught you how to use a spear, so you guys are kinda brothers in spirit now.

At some point Remy does return to the x-men, somewhere you don’t feel ready to join him yet. So, a lot of kisses are shared, and a few tears a shed. And yes, of course you give him jewelry made from your scales. And a dagger made out of your larger teeth when you transform into a more serpentine form, because yes, you can also do that.

Remy doesn’t feel much need to tell the x-men about his relationship. Sure, he keeps flirting but that’s just because that’s how he is. But it never goes further than that. Some of the members that can read minds know about it though, since he thinks about you regularly.

In the end the relationship is exposed when the x-men find themselves in quite the pickle near the ocean. And Remy, knowing he can get them the upper hand, is able to snap one of the sigils you placed on him.

Rip to whoever they were fighting, since the sea lashes out and swallows them whole, followers by a giant feral looking sea serpent, you, rise from the water. Yes, you teleported there. What else were you supposed to do? You thought your boy was in danger!

Cue the x-men just being stunned or confused when Remy calls out the cheesiest pet names, almost kicking his feet in happiness at seeing you. It makes a bit more sense when you transform into a more human form, it still takes some explaining though.

In the end you don’t end up fully joining the x-men. You doing that would place them under a lot more danger than usual, since you had your own enemies and alliances, and you’re pretty sure Namor would get butthurt if you did. But you become something of an ally. Which means you hang out on Krakoa on the regular.

It becomes a very regular sight to see a giant serpent lazily swimming around the island, or resting half on the beach as Remy sits and shows you his different tarot readings. Of course, you also spend time together with you in a more human form, but seeing such a big sea monster also makes any baddies keep a distance.

There are also of course pools set up on the island, not just for you, but they’re accessible for you as well. Remy is regularly seen in the pool with you, or just sitting with his feet in as you two talk or whatever else you guys do.

You end up becoming something of a swim instructor to the youngest mutants, or just those that can’t swim in general. This is something Remy finds extremely entertaining and he’s always teasing you about it. luckily its easy to shut him up with a kiss, or by knocking him into the pool. Or both. He doesn’t mind.

[sematarygirls]

Living Dead Girl Pt. II — Patrick Hockstetter.

part one

pairing : patrick hockstetter x ghost!reader

summary : patrick gave into his urges and finally tested his morbid curiosities on prey much larger than just a cat or dog. little did he know his actions would come back to haunt him... literally.

warnings : patrick being a psychopath , animal cruelty , male masturbation , graphic descriptions of murder and suicide , reader being manipulative , degradation , sexual themes ,

word count : 4.5k words !

a/n : can't believe i'm finally posting this after a year and a half. also this is my first attempt at smut-ish so i'm sorry if it's ass. im not gonna say this is 18+ bc I myself am not 18+ (im turning 18 this year tho) also im not your mom and idgaf what you read.

"Finally," a voice sounded, causing him to drop both his can and his plate. The sharp sound of glass breaking followed by a loud thud echoed through the room as the plate and soda can collided with the floor.

"No, no, no," Patrick shook his head, shutting his eyes. "This isn't real. I killed you. You're not here. You're not real."

"Sorry, babe," the voice, your voice, whispered into his ear. Your warm breath fanned his ear, and he felt his whole body tense. "I'm very much real."

"That's not possible," he said through gritted teeth. "I watched you die. I buried you!" He opened his eyes, convinced that this was all some terrible drug trip. Maybe the weed he'd just got from Henry was laced, or maybe he was suffering from a temporary psychosis. Either way, there had to be some rational and logical reason that he was seeing you.

However, when he saw you there, sitting there with a smug look on your face, your presence as solid as any living person, he felt his heart skip a beat.

You tilted your head, eyebrows furrowing as you pouted. "What's wrong, Patrick?" You asked condescendingly. "Don't act so scared now." You walked toward him slowly, watching him scramble backward in a panic. A smile spread across your lips as you saw the pure fear in his eyes when he hit the wall behind him, having nowhere else to go. "You weren't scared when you stabbed me. You weren't scared when you watched me bleed out in your arms. You weren't scared when you buried my body like some animal you found on the side of the road." Your voice was seeping with anger as you stepped closer and closer, cornering him. "So you don't get to be scared now."

Patrick Hockstetter was not someone who was frightened easily. In fact, up until this very moment, he didn't think he had the ability to be frightened at all. His unique ability to remain calm and collected in situations that would often stress others out was one he was prideful of. However, at that moment, he felt all composure and level-headedness dissolve. For the first time in his life, he was scared. Not just scared—terrified.

"What- What do you want?" He asked, his voice shaky as he looked into your eyes. You no longer looked at him like he hung the moon. There were no remnants of your innocence and naivety—willing to trust that people have the best intentions. There was nothing behind your cold, lifeless eyes. It was like staring at a corpse.

"Now, what's the fun in that?" You grinned, leaning forward so your face was inches away from his. Your gaze flickered to his lips. The same lips you thought he'd planned to kiss you with, but instead, he'd stabbed you in the stomach and mocked your intelligence. "You should really watch your back, Patrick," you whispered with a devious smirk, your breath fanning over his face. "I heard the search for me is really picking up after they found my blood in the woods."

Your words snapped him back to the reality of the situation at hand. He had killed you. What you were saying was impossible though. Right? He was meticulous in every stage of his plan. There was no way they found any trace of you. "What are you talking about?" He asked, his eyes searching you for any sign of deception, but you were impossible to read like this. He was no longer able to detect everything from a single glance. He only knew what you wanted him to know.

Without another word, you disappeared, leaving the boy spiraling as he went through all the events of that night over and over again. "Come back!" He screamed, his voice echoing through the empty house. "You can't just leave like that you bitch!"

Patrick let out a frustrated yell as he grabbed the nearest thing—which happened to be a porno mag—and threw it across the room in a fit of rage. Who did you think you were to haunt him? To come into his room, make him feel that horrible emotion, and tease him just to leave abruptly?

He sat on the edge of his bed, trying to control his heavy breathing as his anger took over. You had to have been lying, trying to get into his head. He hated to admit that it was working. He was supposed to be the one in your head. This was his world. He controlled everyone and everything. You shouldn't be here. You should be dead and buried like he had intended.

He fell back in his bed and took a deep breath, letting his mind settle as he chased sleep. He told himself you would be gone tomorrow and that would be that. Your appearance to him, like something out of a Charles Dickens novel, was just a fluke. Tomorrow you would be dead and all would be right with the world.

He drifted off to sleep, having convinced himself that he would never see you again. He was able to get a few hours of sleep, but you weren't going to let him be at peace for long

At around 4 am, Patrick had a very vivid dream that he was choking. He was gasping for air, clawing at his neck as he looked around frantically. His surroundings dissolved into a pitch-black room. He felt his lungs burning, his brain growing fuzzy as the oxygen left him. It felt so vivid, so real.

He awoke in a panic, sitting up straight as he gasped for air. His lungs felt like they were on fire. Like he had truly been deprived of air like he'd dreamed about. He panted, catching his breath as he looked around at his room, thankfully finding no signs of you. However, when he finally felt secure, able to draw a breath without feeling like a thirsty man drinking water, he realized the pillow that had been behind his head was now sat on his lap.

The realization dawned on him that he may have been actually suffocating, and you were the culprit. He shook his head, trying to expel the thought as he laid back down, throwing the pillow off into the black depths of his room, so he wouldn't have to worry about it anymore. It was just a dream. Just as you were just a vision.

Patrick wasn't stupid, though many would argue to the contrary. Just because he didn't give a shit about school and didn't try didn't mean he wasn't smart. He just saved his intelligence for things that actually mattered—like planning and executing a murder.

That in mind, his refusal to accept the things he deep down knew to be true was not, as some would think, him being stupid. On the contrary, he believed himself smarter than to believe in silly things like ghosts. Dead things stay dead. He'd learned that at a very young age. He knew when he killed his brother that he would not be coming back. Just as he knew when he killed you that you would not be coming back.

Ghosts don't exist. He wasn't dumb enough to believe that.

As he laid in bed, trying to rationalize himself into a calm enough state to fall asleep again, he found himself more on edge with every creak of the old house around him. He stared up at the ceiling, his eyes conspiring with the moonlight to play tricks on him. His breath hitched at every shadow dancing around the dark.

You were proud of your work, and you had barely done anything yet. You watched from the shadows, pleased as he seemed to run himself in circles trying to cope with everything going on. The mere thought of you was torture enough.

You grinned, biting your lip as a thought washed over you. As a ghost, not bound by the physical realm, you had the ability to do a lot of things. One of those so happened to be raising and lowering the temperature in a room.

You focused hard, raising the temperature several degrees, making Patrick swear at the sudden sweat washing over him. You watched with a satisfied smirk as he pulled his shirt over his head, trying to cool himself off.

He didn't have a six pack or anything, but you didn't expect him to. He had a lean, toned torso with a very sexy v-line peeking out from his jeans. A small tattoo sat on his stomach just above his v-line on the right side. You couldn't make it out in the darkness, but you didn't care much. The sight of it alone was enough.

After all, who said you couldn't mix a little bit of business with pleasure.

He had taken away the rest of your life, all the possibilities of experiencing having your first kiss, losing your virginity, falling in love. It was only fair he made up for that in one way or another before your time together came to an end.

The time passed agonizingly slowly with Patrick staring at the ceiling and you watching him, studying him like he was some foreign thing. It was so interesting to watch someone when they don't know they're being watched. Of course, he felt the hairs on his neck stand on end, his body detecting the unseen eyes on him, but he chalked it up to paranoia—as he did every other unexplainable thing that seemed to be happening to him.

His mind drifted off, the heat making him restless as his brain filled with gruesome images of his previous kills. He sifted through his memory for the most interesting ones—dismembering birds, beheading cats, snapping a squirrel or two's neck—but none of them seemed to get him off anymore.

The image of your face right after he stabbed you made it's way into his mind. Your eyes, so wide and filled with fear. He could practically hear your sweet voice crying out, asking why he would do this to you. The thought made his cock tighten in his jeans.

He reached down, palming himself through his jeans with a groan. Reliving the sounds of you choking and coughing up your own blood had his fingers working quickly to undo his belt. He tossed it to the side, practically ripping the button off his jeans as he pulled them down along with his underwear, allowing his dick to finally be free from the restrictive fabric.

He spat in his hand, gripping his cock and lubricating it. He caught his chapped lower lip between his teeth as swept his thumb over his pink head, smearing his precum across it. He let out a low moan, letting his hand travel up and down his dick at a slow, agonizing pace. He kept his eyes screwed shut, immersing himself in the memory of your murder as he stroked himself.

Patrick was not a moral man by any means but this was a new low. Getting himself off to you, in his mind, was no better than if he was imagining one of his dead animal playthings. You were nothing to him. You were roadkill.

But, for some reason, the fresh sight of you, wearing the clothes he killed you in with that dark blood stain right where he'd stabbed you, your hair all matted, and the cold, lifeless look in your eyes, made it so easy to relive that night in great detail.

It was the greatest night of his life. The biggest release of pressure he'd ever felt since he began getting those homicidal urges—those itches. He didn't think he'd ever get to feel that euphoria again, but fucking himself to the thought of it would get him pretty damn close.

He let out a strangled moan, his hips pushing into his hand as he came, and he was right, it was the second-best feeling he'd ever felt. It didn't compare to killing you, but it was enough to satiate his urges once again.

He laid there, panting for what felt like hours. The time moved by so slowly until finally, the sound of the alarm block beside his bed blaring pulled him from his thoughts.

The red numbers reading 7:30 blinked slowly, reminding him that he had to get up and get ready for school. He leaned over, smacking the top of the clock roughly to silence it before falling back flat on his bed, preparing himself to get up.

He groaned, pushing himself up and grabbing a random pair of jeans and a shirt that smelled clean enough. He quickly got dressed before making his way back downstairs. He knew Belch would be here any second to pick him up—he always woke up later than he was realistically supposed to.

He slipped his boots on, and a few moments later, he heard Belch laying on his car horn. Rolling his eyes, he opened the door, heading outside and letting it slam just behind him.

"Calm your tits," he shouted in annoyance. Patrick always had a short fuse, but after the particularly restless night in which he'd been visited by some fucking ghost of Christmas Past, he found himself particularly irritable.

"Dude what happened yesterday?" Victor asked as Patrick climbed into the blue Trans Am.

"You were totally tripping the fuck out," Belch chimed in, starting the car and peeling out of Patrick's neighborhood.

"Dumb fuck can't handle his liquor," Henry scoffed from his spot in the passenger's seat.

"Shut the fuck up, Bowers," Patrick bit back, gazing out the window. "At least some of us don't piss our pants when we drink."

"It was one fucking time you dickhead!" Henry defended quickly, his cheeks turning red from the embarrassment.

At the feeling of someone's hand on his thigh, Patrick quickly looked over at Vic. "Don't fucking touch me you-" he paused just short of spitting some derogatory remark about Victor being gay and a freak when he saw you sitting between him and Victor, grinning at him darkly.

"What the fuck are you talking about, dude?" Victor asked, bewildered by Patrick's behavior. Patrick was always an odd one, but he never acted this weird.

"He probably smoked himself fucking dumb," Henry grumbled, still annoyed about the pants pissing remark.

You held a finger to your lips as climbed over onto his lap, holding onto his shoulders to steady yourself. You just wanted to rile him up a little, make him feel suffocated by you, like he could never escape. And truly, he couldn't. You were never going anywhere until you believed justice had properly been served, and you would take that in any form.

He glared at you, but you paid him no mind, leaning to whisper into his ear: "How cute," you condescended him. "You thought I would just go away." You dug your nails into his shoulders making him sharply inhale, trying not to tip off his friends to the seemingly unwarranted pain he was feeling. "You will never be rid of me," you whispered menacingly, looking deep into his eyes with a sickening grin that made nausea pool in his stomach.

In any other situation, having someone on his lap, digging their nails into his shoulders would probably have been a pleasurable experience, but this was not any other situation. This was a nightmare he couldn't seem to wake up from.

When Belch finally pulled into the school parking lot, Patrick couldn't get out of the car fast enough. You disappeared as he scrambled to unlock the door and get out, finally feeling like he could breathe. He pulled his shirt collar to the side, looking down at the angry red marks where your nails had been. They served as a disturbing reminder that you were really there, and you could do anything to him.

"You get laid last night, Hockstetter?" Belch asked, grinning as he saw the red marks.

"That why you ran off yesterday?" Henry snickered. "You pussy whipped?"

"At least, I actually get pussy," he sneered, paling as he heard your laugh echoing around him the moment the words slipped from his lips. It was a deafening sound. Like a mix between a cackle and a scream that seemed to permeate his surroundings.

His jaw clenched, eye twitching as he resisted the urge to cover his ears. Apart from not wanting to look insane, he also didn't think it would help much. You weren't around him. You were in him, in his head.

The bell could faintly be heard going off inside the school, making Victor curse under his breath. They had two minutes to get to class or they were late.

"Mrs. Denton's gonna throw a bitch fit if I'm late again," he groaned, watching as Henry lit a cigarette.

"Kiss ass," he remarked, taking a long drag before exhaling the puff of smoke into Belch's face as Victor walked away.

"You asshole," Belch coughed, shoving Henry.

"Oh, shit." Henry's eyes widened as he tossed his cigarette on the ground, quickly stomping it out. "Let's go," he ordered, making his way up the stairs to the front doors of the school, looking behind him frantically.

Patrick's eyebrows furrowed at the sudden shift in Henry's demeanor. He followed the brunette's gaze, his eyes locking with those of Butch Bowers, the sheriff.

"Wonder if they're here for you," your voice taunted him, breath tickling the back of his right ear. He turned, preparing to come face to face with that condescending smile you always seemed to be wearing, but you weren't there.

He looked back, finding Sheriff Bowers still staring at him, seemingly ignoring whatever the deputy was leaning into his ear to say. Patrick wasn't one to back down easily, but your presence, your warnings, had him on edge. He quickly advanced forward, his lengthy legs providing long strides as he followed suit in heading inside Derry Highschool.

The sounds of his heavy boots hitting the linoleum floor echoed through the empty hall as he made his way to his math class. Victor was right; Mrs. Densen was going to throw a bitch fit that he was late, but he didn't care. He wouldn't have cared on a normal day, but on this day, with the police sniffing around and you practically breathing down his neck, he cared even less—which he didn't even know was possible.

He pulled open the door to the classroom, a hush falling over the students as he entered. Most stared at him wide-eyed, some avoided looking at him altogether, and he briefly caught Vic looking at him with sympathy. The teacher, however, was glaring at him, her arms crossed over her chest.

"Mr. Hockstetter, late again I see," she said pointedly. "You've earned yourself a detention after school today." Patrick stifled a laugh as he made his way to his seat at the very back of the classroom. "Is something funny?" She asked, her tone displaying clear annoyance.

"Yeah, that you think I care," he rolled his eyes, slipping into his desk. He tuned out whatever lecture the teacher decided to give him after that. His gaze drifted to the empty desk in the front row��� the one you used to sit at.

"Don't go feeling remorseful now," you said into his ear. He felt your arm around his shoulders as you leaned down, your face positioned next to his. He turned to look at you, and you turned to look at him, your faces almost touching.

your breath fanned across his face, the moment oddly intimate until you grinned at him, opening your mouth and emitting an ear piercing scream.

"Ah," he grunted in pain, his eyes screwing shut, and his hands gripping his ears. It felt like his eardrums were seconds away from bursting and causing blood to pour out of his ears. "Shut the fuck up!" He yelled, the room, and you, falling dead silent immediately after the words left him.

He peeled his eyes open, his hands falling as he looked around. "Excuse me, Mr. Hockstetter," the teacher gasped, clearly taken aback by his outburst. "Take yourself to the principal's office right this instant!" She ordered him.

His blood began to boil as he stood up abruptly, storming out of the classroom and slamming the door behind him. He was getting very very sick and tired of your little games. He headed toward the back door of the school, not wanting to cross paths with Henry's dad.

"This doesn't look like the way to the principal's office," you mused, appearing beside him. He stopped, turning to shove you against the locker. He groaned when his arms made contact with the locker instead of your body, and your laugh echoed behind him. "You think you can hurt me, how cute."

He let out a frustrated groan, smashing his fists against the locker. He couldn't stand you. He couldn't stand having someone that he couldn't manipulate or hurt but that could manipulate and hurt him. "What do you want with me?" He asked, refusing to look at you.

"To break you," you grinned. "To have you begging for it to stop."

Yeah, right he thought.

He was Patrick fucking Hockstetter; he didn't beg. He didn't bend to the will of others, especially not some dead bitch. He was determined not to let you win. You would eventually get tired of tormenting him and go back to wherever the fuck you came from. He was sure of it.

Oh, how he underestimated your patience and overestimated his resilience.

He lasted exactly a week. A week of you screaming and poking and scratching and fucking with his head. A week of people staring at him like he was insane with his random outbursts and talking to the air. A week of torment before you finally had him right where you wanted him.

"Just leave me alone!" He begged, standing in the middle of his room with his head in his hands. You had finally drove him to the brink of insanity, and he didn't know how much longer he could live like this. You, being everywhere all the time, taunting and touching and teasing, it was too much for him. He couldn't take it anymore. "Go away!"

You tsked, grinning at him, that condescending grin that filled him with indescribable rage. How could you look at him like that? Like he was stupid? You were the stupid one. You were killed by him not the other way around!

"I'm afraid that's not how this works," you told him, shaking your head slightly. "I get to stay until you give me what I want." You took a step, punctuating the next words you said with a pause between each one and another step forward. "However. Long. It. Takes."

"What the fuck do you want from me?" He yelled, desperate to get you away from him forever.

"Well," you drawled, running your index finger along his chest, making him flinch. You smiled at the effect you had on him. He talked a big game, getting mad when you left—cursing, throwing things, even—having the audacity to fuck himself to the thought of your murder— but when it came to being face to face with you, he cowered away.

Ain't nothing like a little fear to make a paper man crumble as Henry Bowers' father once said.

"I'll be nice and give you a choice," you said darkly. "You can turn yourself in," you almost laughed at the way his demeanor hardened. "Which we both know you're too proud and stubborn to do," you continued. The intrigue behind Patrick's eyes was undeniable as he eagerly awaited his second choice. "Or," you trailed off, grabbing a razor from his dresser and holding it in front of his face. "You can die."

"You're a crazy bitch!" He shouted, though his inability to mask the tremble in his voice made him sound less than threatening.

"Maybe," you shrugged, admiring the sharp piece of metal. "Hmm," you hummed. "I wonder how you'll feel about me in another week," you asked thoughtfully. "I bet you'll be wishing you took the chance while you had it."

His jaw clenched at your words. He'd already lost a considerable amount of sleep because of you, and the thought of you tormenting him any longer was a fate worse than death. "Why don't you just kill me?" He asked defeatedly. You'd backed him into a corner that he was positive he couldn't get out of without doing things your way.

"I'm not you, Patrick," you spat hatefully. "I don't kill people or things."

"What? Like driving me to suicide is any better?" He scoffed, challenging your sense of superiority over him.

"You have an informed choice," you told him, trying to regain your calm. You didn't like losing your temper, especially not to the likes of Patrick Hockstetter, scum of the earth. "That's a luxury you didn't extend to me."

He eyed the blade in your hand warily. He didn't like accepting defeat. He would never admit to killing you. Being confined to a tiny room, unable to satiate that burning itch deep inside him whenever he needed; it would drive him mad.

"Go on," you urged him softly, holding the razor out for him to take. "Put yourself out of your misery. End it all and be free."

He looked between you and the blade hesitantly, a million thoughts running through his mind as he tried to make a decision. Glaring at you, he took the blade. A scowl formed on his face as he observed the triumphant expression that you seemed to wear immediately after he made his choice.

"Two deep cuts, and you'll never have to see me again," you assured him. That all but sealed the deal. Patrick didn't believe in heaven or hell and death didn't scare him. Being caged like one of the many animals he's so cruelly killed scared him more than dying. He walked over to his bed, sitting on the edge.

He sucked in a breath, pressing the blade into his wrist and dragging it upward toward his inner elbow. He clenched his teeth, deeply inhaling through them. A groan of pain fell from his lips as he felt the warm blood begin seeping from his wound, running down his arms and onto his jeans. He continued the action on the other arm, feeling nauseous and lightheaded.

The blade fell from his trembling fingers, clattering to the floor as he fell back onto the bed. His head felt foggy, and the pain began to melt away into numbness. His eyes began to droop, and he faintly saw your outline standing above him.

He just barely felt you lean down, pressing a kiss to his forehead. His ears began to ring as his eyes fell shut. The words you spoke next were the last he would hear before his heart slowed to an eventual stop. He almost couldn't make them out, the sound muffled, as if he was underwater, but his mind used its last bit of energy to process them before giving out.

"Goodbye, Patrick Hockstetter," you said softly. "May you burn in hell."

tags! : @fatfagsj , @mysticalhills , @simpingforthe80s , @slasherho , @pinkpanther-44 , @slaggylemon , @kyranisnotdead , @ladydragiiss ,

[pwippy]

hi. hello. did you think my frame by frame analysis of round 6 would ever stop? it isnt it never will i keep noticing things and it might be unhealthy

somehow i tuned out tills expressions during the kiss scene ! guess we're going for those (this is an unnecessarily long undetailed yapping session so. mega warning)

shock to realization when hes being pulled in

more realization and confusion! actually a lot of these scenes include his pupils getting smaller. having a lot of revelations. emotions etc

fun game: tell the difference. thats right its the eyebrows! and eyebags. concern has set in and the fight or flight response which is technically good because it means he wants to live

his expression doesnt shift for a few frames but the main thing is (as previously mentioned) that he has a will to live again. he has light in his eyes. yeah hes confused and for the next few frames its the same expression but from different angles. a little ragdolly but also ivan has much more physical strength

right before he pushes away from ivan his focus actually shifts to him. when ivan first came over its more like till was staring into the unknown but now hes lucid and focusing on whats happening

also! a little fear? not sure its only like 3 frames

force

i dont think thats a tear since they have a specific texture. desperately hoping for his pov of round 6 at some point 🙏 wont say too much abt this but its really interesting! and really sad to see because of his blatant distress

that one line . argh. thats anger! the furrowed brows !

anger goes away in 2 frames. owh these frames. are so painful. ivan pulls back and just. looks at till. theyre looking at each other. to some extent THERE IS UNDERSTANDING. but its fleeting. (alsocan we talk about ivan trailing his finger over tills lips ohmygod. topography map which ivan has memorized literally on his hand. ow. divets.)

sighs sadly. this is when actual concern sets in for till and i. oh. only comment ill make is that compared to the kissing scene he is significantly more stressed based on the wrinkles and the situation in general. the kiss was more like that blurry line of consciousness when you wake up.

hes looking at ivan 🤗 (losing my mind)

i dont think you understand my hatred of this ! hes straight back into "oh im destined to die" mode! his face was relaxing !!!!

sobs in ivan tried to keep his hands stable so till wouldnt get jostled WHILE IVANS LITERALLY DYING

doubts maybe?? i dont think ivan was trying to strangle him like even if you give in to what you think is "fate" physically your body will retaliate against death or stress. hes not hacking or coughing or anything he is genuinely staring into the void. probably feeling guilty so

i wouldnt say hes confused here. at least not yet. its more of an "oh." expression. an emotional thud

he whipped his head down to look at ivan really quick!! anyways i imagine hes surprised he didnt die on stage. surprised he was let go (when usually hes doing the letting go ahahaha). he doesnt take his eyes off ivan the whole time ivans falling :')

also confusion. all confusion

i sure wish i could see his eyebrows to properly analyze him but I GUESS NOT. for at least half of the round till was mourning his own death (and mizis presumed death ig). he knew it would be quick. he didnt know ivan would step in and kiss him which just brings up a ton of "why nows" and "why mes" but also that he might be strangled. slowly. to death. then that doesnt go through either and now hes left to mourn his childhood companion

anyways thought this was interesting to pull out since till has a lot of subtle differences in his expressions but they mean EVERYTHING. its also an odd contrast to ivan who (at least until the end) stays nonchalant. he eyes barely shift and when he gets shot his flinching is there for literal milliseconds. both went into round 6 believing they would die and they both technically forfeited (with till not singing anymore). till *technically* went first. aha guess what ivans going to pull an aggressive move. that you couldnt have expected because honestly a) who could have expected that and b) till didnt go out of his way to pay attention to ivan. he took the interactions and moved on. he had a lower understanding compared to ivan who constantly analyzed till

[deltaqi]

rereading jsab:h for the first time since 2022/2021 and i just wanna say i feel the same way about it that i did then. about a fourth of the way through.

it’s so beautifully written and cyan is literally me and it makes me feel so validated.

hello little blue square with ptsd and imposter syndrome who feels like they have to carry the whole world on their shoulders or die trying 💙 me too buddy

Im really happy youre enjoying it!! Cyan is really fun to write, he's got a lot of cool stuff goin on that im excited to show. The poor little guy has the fate of the entire valley on their shoulders, both from a safety standpoint and a political standpoint. Because if P205 stays corrupt, it loses its Paradise status. i can go into a lil bit about their character more with stuff that wont come up in the comic:

Cyan is the younger sibling, but they've always felt like they have to protect Cube. Cube always came home from school stressed or in tears, growing up they were ostracized and bullied constantly. Which resulted in them feeling like everything about them is "wrong". It got worse when the two were forced into their titles as children when their mother died. Cube was always treated as a lesser Caretaker due to not being a part of the Zel family, and being neurodivergent didnt help with the ostracization. So Cyan has always felt like they HAVE to protect Cube, because it feels like the world is out to get them. Cyan has always been treated with respect in comparison, and it has given them the "it should be me" mentality. If they could, they would switch places with Cube. They feel guilty for not being the one in so much pain all the time. This got muuuuch worse after story mode- Cube got corrupted once for a short period of time, and now she has to deal with an extremely painful, debilitating disease that cannot be cured. Cyan *died*, and he's perfectly fine. You can see where im going with this

TLDR i love this lil guy and hes my second favourite fairy to write (first is daisy, she has a lot going on and is fascinating to me)

[skekthesilly]

sprunki lore according to my sisters (i have not seen sprunki at all and i think they might be lying to me) (theyre just making up a story at this point and im rolling with it) PART: 1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

very silly story under the cut:

black had a really bad day. he stubbed his toe, fell, spilled his coffee, and had an annoying ass conversation with wenda. black is so pissed at wenda that he punches her. apparently, black was holding a hypnotization bracelet so when he punched wenda the bracelet shook around and hypnotized her, causing her to snatch said bracelet from him and punching the latter - hypnotizing him as well. now they are both hypnotized and crazy.

this is why they are evil and killed a bunch of people - except wenda didnt kill grey because wenda loves him, and black didnt kill jevin because black loves him.

apparently. according to my sisters.

pinki was going to get a tattoo from black at a tattoo store. black was going to tattoo a skull with the words "bye bye" to pinki's forehead, but accidentally ripped her face off.

fun bot also punched wenda and black in the faces, in an attempt to un-hypnotize them. it did not work, because they did not have the hypnotization bracelet. black and wenda got angry and chased fun bot until they lost sight of them.

wenda didn't give simon enough food, so he decided to eat brud instead. after eating brud, simon was satiated.

mr. fun computer was dying, and said that he needed battery. so jevin, who was conveniently right next to him, plugged in a charger but it was the wrong charger. this turned mr. fun computer into a catboy, and made him chase jevin all around the room (because theyre in a house for some reason). so jevin ran out of the house that they were both in and teamed up with grey for shelter, because grey was hiding from wenda. but before they found shelter, black killed oren.

grey and jevin are in a forest trying to survive. grey is stressing out and babbling nonsense until jevin interrupts grey by saying "just shut up and kiss me already!" they fall in love and make out passionately. (note: THIS STATEMENT RIGHT HERE HAS TURNED ME INTO A GREY X JEVIN SHIPPER AND I CANNOT GO ONE SECOND WITHOUT THINKING ABOUT THEM KISSING. CURSE YOOOOUUUU RAAAAAGGHHHHH........... GETS BLASTED WITH YAOI BEAM.....)

raddy was pretending to be jesus. wenda got so mad at him that she nailed raddy to a cross, jesus-style. wenda then asked simon to eat half of raddy's body. suddenly, simon choked on brud's bucket (which had apparently been stored in his stomach and somehow got regurgitated) and passed out.

mr. sun was going to get a tattoo from black at a tattoo store. black says "okay but you need to burn down the forest and everyone in it first" and mr. sun agrees. after the deed is done, mr. sun gets a tattoo on their left eye.

however, pinki (who was apparently in the forest) survives the forest fire, along with grey and jevin. grey and jevin fled to a different forest when the saw mr. sun burning the first forest down.

vineria was in the second forest looking for food, but then she mistook plant food for normal food, so she ate it and felt really sick but she ate it anyways because she thought it was still food. she went to sleep, and the next morning her eyes were hurting a lot. she said "omg it feels like my eyes are gonna pop out" and guess what? they did. she then realized too late that the "normal food" was dangerous plant food, but by the time she realized this, the weird growth stuff in her insides were growing and reaching her brain, making her pass out. she died shortly after.

sky saw all the craziness happening everywhere and tried to find grey and jevin. but while they were running, they stepped on a booby trap and metal pipes burst out of the trap and impaled them, causing them to die.

(guess were switching to present tense now lmao)

grey and jevin are wandering in the forest when they find an abandoned house. inside, they find a shovel and keep it for defense in case something bad happens. they decide to stay in the abandoned house.

a day later, while grey and jevin are searching for food, they see sky's dead carcass and go "man. we should bury them." so they bury them using the shovel they found.

wenda and black are searching for weapons when they stumble upon an abandoned house (not the same house that grey and jevin are in). turns out that the abandoned house is actually tunner's house, and wenda finds a gun, cowboy boots, a cowboy hat, and cowboy clothes. she decides to wear the clothes and keep the gun, and is so intoxicated with the idea of being a cowgirl (she's always wanted to be a cowgirl) that she goes out into the forest, finds tunner, and shoots him because she wants to be the only cowgirl in sprunkiland and doesnt want any other cowgirls or cowboys to live.

wenda then gets really hot outside so she takes the cowboy clothes off.

a few minutes later, black is bored and wants to do something, so he goes "hey wenda. wanna see something cool???" and she goes "yeah sure." so black uses magic (which he apparently has for some reason) and magically revives all the dead sprunkis into evil zombies. wenda goes "woah. thats cool. can you control them?" and black goes "nah. lol. lmao. i cant control them" and wenda goes "omg bro youre so STUPID....... were LITERALLY GONNA DIE..... theyre like UNDEAD ZOMBIES NOW.......theyre NOT GONNA DIE ANYMORE........ bRO........" and black is like "haha. lol. i was bored. lmao. tee hee." he has no fear of consequences.

grey and jevin are still in the second forest, still hiding out in the abandoned house they found, but then clukr walks into the house (grey and jevin haven't locked the door because, in my sister's words: "theyre dumb") and for some reason they just dont notice clukr. but its because hes being quiet. they continue not noticing until clukr reaches the second floor (the house has a second floor and grey and jevin are on the second floor). then jevin goes "omg is that wenda" and brings out the shovel (he cant see clukr very well because its dark outside ((the lights barely work inside, theyre trying to conserve power)) ), but grey goes "wait thats clukr thats my semi-pookie clukr" (hes kinda basically a cat. like i know its canon that hes not a cat but me and my sister have decided that he is now a demon who looks like a cta. whatever. he has night vision too) and jevin goes "hmmmm. hmm.... hrmmm..... okay. whatever. sure ig."

but black was watching everything that was happening while holding a grey and jevin detector blessed upon him by mr. sun, and a chainsaw blessed upon him by mr. fun computer. black floats to the second floor back window (he has magic) and throws the chainsaw into the window, aiming for grey and jevin. jevin quickly deflects the chainsaw with the shovel but it bounces off directly into clukr's head, slicing it.

clukr is just introduced and then literally immediately dies like 5 seconds later. justice for clukr

anyways because of the magic that turns dead sprunkis into evil zombies, clukr dies but is immediately revived and is evil now. clukr then tries to attack both grey and jevin but clukr cant see very well thru his giant cymbal head and jevin just starts repeatedly beating up clukr with the shovel. yaaaaayyyyy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

now clukr is dizzy, but grey is freaking out and goes "we need to get outta here NOW" so he grabs jevin's hand and runs out the broken back second story window and gets cut up by all the broken glass, but he doesn't see black at the window and rams head-first straight into his stomacg. like. REALLy hard. so them black got a really bad stomachache and went spinning off into the distance while grey and jevin fell down the second story all the way down to the ground. and. note this. take notes of this.

after falling, grey and jevin are NOT INJURED. at ALL. not injured by the fall at the sLIGHTEST. but then they immediately pass out once they reach the bottom. like they literally jump out the window, are perfectly fine, and just ragdoll once they touch the ground. roblox style. like they just jump out and go "yippee!!! yahoo!!!!!" and land on the ground UNSCATHED and just. "uuuurrghhhhh!!!!!! passes out on the ground"

anyways my sister said that grey landed on all fours (like the totally awesome demon cat that he is) and is perfectly ok and has like a whole two seconds of being conscious until he just randomly ragdolls roblox-style on the ground. then jevin is about to fall to the ground beside him also perfectly ok, but in midair his body is just. magically teleported on top of grey??? and he falls on grey and he just passes out after?????? i have no clue just roll with it chat

anyways fun bot sees both their unconscious bodies at the back of the house and brings them to their secret underground base. jevin wakes up first in one of the beds in the base and fun bot notices and says "did you know that you passed out on top of grey.... thats kinda gay. thats kind of gay of you to do that"

jevin says "uhhhh no??? i didnt do that???? wtf???"

and fun bots like "yeah you did. i saw it with my own two robotic eyes. i saw it. i would not lie to you. you passed out on top of grey yaoi-style. i saw it"

and then grey woke up and was like "omg!!! where am i"

and fun bot goes "dw youre safe youre not gonna die by that weird creepy catboy mr. fun computer"

and jevin was like "oh yeah i remember he turned into a catboy and chased me all around the room"

and fun bot says "we gotta stop black and wenda. did you know that theyre hypnotized? i tried to un-hypnotize them but i need the magic bracelet black had and unfortunately its destroyed so i cant un-hypnotize them until we fix it"

grey hears something in the base and goes "uhhhhh.... is there other people down here?????"

fun bot says "oh yeah pinki and brud are here too idk how they survived but they did"

and grey's like "o. wow. so like. can we see em. like can we see how theyre doing"

and fun bot's like "yeah ok sure"

so grey and fun bot go deeper into the base to find pinki. once they find them pinki goes "omg!!!! hi!!!!! how are you!!!!!" but its kinda garbled bc like. she has no lips

and greys like "omg wtf happened to your face"

and pinkis like "oh yeah i got my face ripped off. btw if you wanna find brud hes at the cafeteria. straight ahead"

and greys like "ok"

so grey and fun bot go to the cafeteria and they see brud there and bruds like "ae"

and then hes like "omg!!!!!! is that wenda and black!!!!!! 😱😱😱😱😱😱😱😱"

and greys like "no???? its me and fun bot"

and bruds like "who"

and greys like "ok. whatever. at least youre still alive"

and fun bots like "ok chat we should go find the pieces of the magic bracelet. theres six pieces scattered across sprunkiland. also btw brud you should stay here bc i feel like you are absolutely going to die if you take one step outside of this base"

then fun bot goes to the area pinki is in and asks her "yo pinki wanna help us find the magic bracelet that will un-hypnotize black and wenda" and pinki goes "yeah sure but first you gotta fix my face bro this sucks" and fun bots like "man. i only have bandages and medicine. not skin grafts. i also have toilet paper to wipe off all the blood n yucky stuff from your face. you should take the bandages n the toilet paper. i dont think youll need the medicine bc like. im 99% sure youre not sick. actually take it just in case. oh and we need coats. it cold outside"

and pinki goes "ok lemme put on my coat rq. man. i miss my husband oren, fun bot. i miss him a lot."

and greys like "ok..... uh.... lets go get jevin. i dont think he needs a coat, he has his hood already"

so they walk to the area where jevin is in and once they find him they notice jevin has found a surplus of guns. hes like "yo check out these awesome guns i found. fun bot why didnt you tell us about this" and grey goes "vro..... youre literally going to kill yourself put those guns down.... do you even know how to use them" and jevin stares at grey with his big round sopping wet gay eyes and goes "pleade. were gonna need them" and grey goes ".....ok. sure. ok. dont shoot yourself" and jevin goes "um. well you see" and shows a comically perfect bullet hole that you can see straight through, and the bullet hole is IN HIS STOMACH. and my sister made a note of emphasizing that he is PERFECTLY FINE AND NOT IN ANY PAIN AND THERE IS NO BLOOD ANYWHERE. and he is just FINE. he is just JIGGY WITH IT. and he goes "yo grey can i have those bandages youre holding" and hes like "omg. jevin. you. you literally. ok. sure"

so jevin covers the bullet hole with bandages but then brud bursts into the room and goes "whERES THE BATHROON!!!!! i nEED to Take A Dump™️" and fun bot says "ok. go straight, turn a left, straight again, to the right, go in the elevator, 2nd floor, then go straight, turn right, up the left stairs, third door to the right, and you'll find the bathroom :)"

and bruds like "ok 🤤" and bashes straight through the wall

and fun bots like "okay. well. we need to get another thing-" and pinki goes "i know what it is!!!!!!!!!" and pinki runs out of the room and after a whole 10 minutes she brings a wHOLE ENTIRE ELEPHANT INTO THE ROOM. and shes standing on the elephant and she says "alright!!!! were ready to go now!!!!!"

so they exit out of the secret base. with the elephant

PART 2 COMIG SOON!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

- my sister

[satorubrain]

hi!! I really love your gojo stories 💗

as a request 👀 i wanted to read more about reader being as strong as gojo, maybe like a fluff and training scenario(?) i dunno 😭 but i would love to read any scenario!! thank you for writing sooo good, ily (⁠ ⁠˘⁠ ⁠³⁠˘⁠)✨

Pairings: Gojo Satoru x Reader.

Tags: Fluff

Synopsis: He cant handle himself and you cant either. Both of you are swooning over each other and screaming compliments. Its really so unserious and intense fighting

A/N: IM SO HAPPY THAT YOU ENJOY MY STORIES AND WRITING!! ILYYY 💕💕 and istg this is such a lovely brain food

If people found out if the strongest people of the era were training together, going up against each other? They would gladly sell their organs just to catch a glimpse of it. They wonder how meaningful the training might be, wishing they could learn something from you.

Contrary to the common belief, everyone who knows you both hates whenever you two fight. The strongest duo are not just unserious most of the time but also stupidly in love who would also be called simps without a shread of shame.

Principal Yaga has been out on a mission, hence there was no one stopping you both from, well causing chaos, having fun!!

"not bad" you commend smirking, blocking Satoru's kick with your forearm before gripping it under your arm and trying to attacking his knee.

"you look so sexy when you aren't holding back" Satoru compliments as he spins, freeing his leg from your monstrous grip. Predicting his moves you try to punch his back but he's quick on his feet, barely evading you.

Most people wouldn't even be able to comprehend what's going on other than you both screaming random compliments, hyping each other up, crashes and loud sounds of craters being made.

"LOOK AT YOU GO"

"Holy SHIT IM IN LOVE WITH YOU"

"that was a new move??? Don't do this to me, I'll actually let you kill me"

"MY KNEES ARE WEAK THAT WAS SUCH A GOOD DODGE SATORU"

The alarm rings, indicating the end of your training session. Both of you stop at the exact moment, just before landing blows on each other- you're slightly up in the air, standing on tip on one leg while the other is inches away from Satoru's lovely face. While his punch is inches away from your stunning body.

The next moment you swiftly retract your leg as he smoothly wraps his hand around your waist, helping you steady yourself before pulling you in for a kiss.

"You did so well" Satoru grins.

"Mmn. And so did you!" you praise him back, giving a peck on his lips.

Both of you walk away as if Yaga isn't going to kill you both the next day once he witnesses the horrifying sight of the schools training ground caused by as you both would say-

"cmon it was just melee combat training!"

"i just think the ground is too weak, look at us! We are just fine!!" Satoru blames everything else in the world for not being able to take the afterblows of your simple attacks.

Yaga is sure he's gonna get a stroke soon and die hopefully due to the stress you both give him every breathing moment.

Kinda nervous about this one but i tried my best to write it 🥹

I hope u like it ;-;

[REQUESTS ARE OPEN]

[MASTERLIST]

[laurenkmyers]

im trying to figure out why 4 minutes too. at thought at first it was because in the very beginning of ep 1 great and tyme die. but it was at 11:00 that they died not 11:04. then i thought hey maybe it has to do when the brain dies because tyme is a doctor but thats not accurate either. then I thought it was because of the time they met but they met at around 1:00. so i am really interested to learn why 11:04 holds so much significance. one thing i am hating is the lack of preview for next weeks episode.

but i am living for great and tyme's simple date and them getting to know each other. korn slowly unraveling with stress and worry over the illegal gambling business and getting more into it. ton kla and win. the show is so much fun and a breath of fresh air to BL series. it's a lot different than any other BL series tbh. except manner of death.

Nonnie...you might be onto something here though. Maybe this is the exact point? They both 'died' at 11:00 right? So, if the brain only has 4 minutes to survive without oxygen maybe this path we're seeing is happening inside Great's head? During his 4 minutes of him hanging between life and death? What if...like in the movie Inception, the further down you go into the subconsciousness the longer time you have?

So the flashes of the clock ticking from one minute to the next seem slower to him down there, but it's his subconsious trying to warn him that time is still ticking and he's on a deadline, and him jumping back 4 minutes in time after each wrong decision is like a reset.

Because what if the first choices we the audience see, is Great making the selfish choices which ultimately led him to his death in episode 1? And he's somehow on a path of course correction to change the future to stop not only his own death, but Tyme's too?Maybe getting to Tyme earlier in their story is imperitive to changing the timeline, to understand why Tyme is after his family?

It's the only thing that doesn't really follow the pattern of the 4 minutes, why Great keeps seeing him and Tyme together in the future, the future where they're both about to die. Because he's already fallen in love with him in that future. But the Great that we know hasn't. Not yet, and it's like his subconscious is yellingscreamingbegging him to fall in love with Tyme quicker.

And finally, what if, on the original journey, Great didn't know that Tyme was investigating his family and that leads to their death? What if he fell in love with Tyme and he was too late to save them both? What if it was a choice between him or Tyme, and he chose wrong. What if he wanted a second chance to fix the timeline?????

I'm literally talking out of my arse here. But god, this is so much fun. This show certainly is a breath of fresh, but sort of murky air. It's so unique and confusing and exciting. We're all having a ball.

[imthebestgirl]

Earth42!Miles Morales x FAB!Reader

DO NOT STEAL OR TRANSLATE MY WORK AT ALL.

Warnings! smutty (aged up miles and reader he is not a minor!!) black reader! pet names: mami, ma, beautiful, sweetheart, baby, etc. some degrading

Synopsis: Miles notices you aren’t home after a heated argument over text. He calls you to ask where you are but you don’t answer. This leads to his search and his punishments.

1:42 PM

Mami😍: Miles where you at???

4LIFER💍: Out.

Mami😍: Wym out ive been searching for you everywhere 🤨

4LIFER💍: why you worrying where I’m at mind your business that’s where I’m at stop texting me.

Mami😍: okay it’s gon be the same shit when you ask me where I’m at.

4LIFER💍: i want you to say that to my face 😂

Mami😍: okay don’t bother asking where I’m at when I’m gone 😚.

4LIFER💍: don’t worry ma I’ll know where you at.

“Mami😍 has phone on do not disturb”

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7:30 PM

Y/N’s POV

As I pulled up my skimpy dress over my thighs I heard a soft ding coming from my phone on the bed. Walking over to my bed to check who it was from it read..

MaKayKay😇: GIRLLL YOU READY??

Y/N😈💜: wait ugly im almost done 😒😞

MaKayKay😇: HURRY DAT ASS UP

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8:25 PM

Miles POV

As I was getting ready to leave the stressful world of being “The Prowler” I was thinking about how I was gonna make up my rude tone in my texts with a nice old fashion loving. I get a notification from Instagram..

“ERRYBODYENVYZY/N posted!

As I watched the 3 videos that Y/N posted. I stood, stared stopping in my tracks because I knew I told her to stay at home knowing that there’s usually criminals at this time of night.

Opening my messages, I go to her number to scold her about leaving the house to go “party” outside AT NIGHT with her so called friends who obviously don’t have self respect.

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4LIFER💍: Y/N bring yo ass home NOW.

4LIFER💍: Y/N I’m not gonna tell you again.

4LIFER💍: okay dont let me find you..

Mami😍: she busy rn.

Mami😍 has phone on do not disturb

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Y/N’s POV

9:13 PM

I knew he was gonna be mad because I sent that text but to be honest I don’t care. He wanted to act out so I’m gonna do it back, Though the party is starting to die down I was gonna call a Uber and have my last drink.

9:22 PM

I thanked the Uber driver and got out the car. The party was short but, pretty fun and I needed to get out the house anyways. I unlocked the door thinking the house was empty. I was so wrong….

As I stood in-front of the couch Miles greeted me with a serious and if-stares-could-kill facial expression. I didn’t know what to say but sorry, almost immediately after I was gonna apologize he got up and grabbed my arm harshly.

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(Both 1st and 2nd person)

Miles grabbed the restraints out the closet where we kept the toys at I was a shriveled mess out of scarce but also slight arousal.

Miles POV

I grabbed her soft and delicate legs to spread them apart and tie them down onto the bed pillars. Repeating the same steps only with her arms ties to the bed post slightly behind the pillars.

(Bed pillars)

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2ND person?

“I told you to stop being dumb did I not?” Miles said with a sharp tone it was obvious he was tired cause his accent was more pronounced.

Y/N didn’t answer and only gave him a dirty look of disobedience and annoyance. But finally she answered “It was your fault anyways if you would’ve stopped ignoring my questions maybe we would be in a more comfortable position” signing her arms tied with her eyes going up to the bed pillars.

Miles annoyed and sexually frustrated he pulled her dress up slightly to reveal her absence of panties but her presence of wetness. Miles sticks the tip of his finger in her wet hole.

Y/N’s whimpers a soft “please amor” and a slight back arch moaning after miles sticks his finger further in.

“quieres otro?” Miles says quietly into her ear trailing his free hand up her neck and giving a soft squeeze.

“Yes please, more, more..” Y/N whimpers out but because of Miles anger of her disrespect towards him he pulls his finger out “beg for it mami” Miles says with entertainment of her want and need.

“Please papi..I’ll be good for you, promise” Y/N whimpers her pleads over and over until Miles finally takes out his length.

Miles spits onto her heat giving lube so he can easily slide into her wet, tight heat giving her pleasure that he knew she didn’t deserve for pulling a stunt like she did.

Miles decided to tease her by slowly moving knowing she couldn’t do anything to make him move any faster or harder.

Y/N moaned and begged “Please Miles I need it I’m sorry I won’t do it again please..” Y/N begs Miles felt remorse but still wanted a answer “What do you want mami?” Miles says in a loving tone.

Y/N answers fast with a loud “Fuck me! Fuck me! fuck me!” And Miles took the answer and pounded into her hard and fast giving her and himself pleasure.

Y/N morning and grunting and her toes curling hard and eyes rolling back. Miles let’s out a soft groan into her neck grabbing her braids while harshly pounding his tip into her cervix.

The pain and pleasure make her feel so good causing little squirts to spurt out of her and onto Miles abdomen and the soft silk sheets she just washed.

Miles grabs her hands and says “let go ma it’s okay you can cum.” As he was about to he softly yells “cum for me mami.!” And Y/N did so with him.

Miles and Y/N lays there for a minute to cool down before Y/N is untied. After Miles asks “you wanna take a bath while I wash the sheets?” And Y/N responds with a “only if you join me?” Miles softly smiles and grows a soft frown and says “don’t ever pull that shit again.”

THE. END.

i fr wrote this with my friend man I hope y’all like it and don’t come for me cause they are both ADULTS bruv.

[drtwistertime]

dont look at that old dedf1sh post btw thats OLD old now. have a new salmon dedf1sh!!

im going to share a rather gross sockeye salmon fact that both is and isn't related to acht. ((cw body horror i think)) fun fact, after sockeye salmon migrate into fresh water river systems their bodies experience an increase of cortisol (stress hormone) from mating, which suppresses their appetite. being in fresh water, not much food being available and having high levels of stress, strains their bodies so much they literally begin breaking down and decaying. they live off of body fat for about 2 to 3 weeks after spawning and die.

I think that after sanitization achts body when through something similar to all that. the sanitized ink supressed their appetite and slowed their body to the point of starving and slow decay. (this pic isnt an example btw, thats more a rough draft of the redesign)

where i live mass amounts of sockeye salmon lay dead, washed up on the sides of streams and rivers where the salmon run had taken place. I like to think that acht chose the name dedf1sh with that all in mind.. and to sound cool. x] LOL

[sku11s1asher]

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cedric diggory x male reader

FEM DNI (or you’ll be blocked)

this was a one night stand thing so the reader doesn’t really show much emotion during their time w/ him. also, im very mad i had to rewrite almost everything because tumblr kept deleting it.

3/24/23 edit : WHY DIDNT NO ONE TELL ME THAT IT WASNT POSTED FULLY ?!?!!

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You and your friend R/N were getting ready for a party. You might’ve been taking too long as your friend was currently rushing you, “Please Y/N! You don’t have to take all day to get ready for a party that’s going to last like two hours.” You rolled your eyes at them, “Look, I don’t know about you but tonight is my night. I need to have some stress relief.” You heard a sigh before your friend plopped back on your bed.

Once you finally finished getting ready, you looked in the mirror, “I don’t know, this outfit-” “Oh my fucking god.” Your friend dragged you, they do not want to deal with your indecisiveness. You both left the dorm and headed to your car, “Since I decided to invite you to this party and stuff, I should be able to use the aux!” Your friend smugly said. “Right… if that’s so, have fun walking to the party.”

As soon as you and your friend got out of the car, you both got hit with a strong smell of alcohol. “Who’s party is this?” You asked them to which they shrugged their shoulders and replied, “I don’t know, I just heard about it.” You rolled your eyes, “What if we get killed here?” Your friend gave you a side hug, “At least we’d die together.”

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Shortly after that, your friend left with some person. After dancing for a bit you decided to grab a drink, unknown to you that someone was following you. You took a sip of your water and turned around to someone in your face. “Hey, pretty boy,” He smiled at you. You let out a small laugh, “Hi, handsome.”

“You had some good moves back there, you should show me a little more.” He smirked. You smiled, “What’s your name?” “Cedric.” “Well Cedric, I’d love to show you some more moves.” You said as you grabbed his hand. He said a quick ‘follow me’ and took you to a room. As soon as the door closed and locked it, he took off his shirt and sat on the bed patting his lap.

“You sure are eager.” You said to him as you took off your shirt, “Why wouldn’t I? Who wouldn’t love a personal dance from someone as beautiful as you?” Cedric replied. You sat on his lap and kissed his neck, you could tell he easily gets aroused since all you did was give him a small kiss.

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After some making out, grinding, and all that good stuff, you both decided you couldn’t wait any longer. He took off both of y’all’s pants, once he got yours off he started giving you small kisses here and there. “Did you prepare yourself at all before this?” He asked. “Yeah, I was hoping for something like this to happen.” He let out a slight laugh, “God, you are more of a slut than I am.”

He had your head shoved into a pillow as he was shoving his cock inside of you, “You feel so nice inside.” He whispered into your ear. Once he was fully in, he didn’t waste any time before he started pounding into you. You might’ve had a lot of other one-night stands but, this was one of the best so far. Your moans were muffled, but even if they weren’t, the party would’ve been too loud to hear them anyways. “You are taking me so well, princess-“ he couldn’t even finish his sentence before cutting himself off with a groan.

He pulled out for a quick second to flip you over, “Damn- I’m getting close-“ he moaned out. You really couldn’t comprehend what he was saying as you were in cloud nine but, what you did know was you were about to cum. He took your cock into his hand to jack you off, soon after you came, he did too. After a couple minutes he slowly pulled out, throwing the condom into the trash next to the bed.

He calmed himself down before giving your chest a pat, “That was nice, maybe we could do it another time.” That was the last you heard from him as he got up and left. Once you were able to get your brain right, you threw on your clothes and grabbed your friend before they could go in a room with someone else.

“Is it time to go?” They asked. “Yeah, it’s getting late and I’m tired, plus I just had some amazing sex.” On the way back to your dorm, you and your lovely friend talked about what y’all did at the party, laughing at each other. You both were total sluts but, it’s okay.

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thanks for the request, i’ve never watched Harry Potter, so sorry if i made any mistakes.

@weepingsandwichenemy

[cartoonrival]

HEY YOU Hit me with some Julie Su propoganda cuz I'm mostly lukewarm on her character and don't know all that much about her.

OK OK ... well baseline info she's the daughter of dark legion general luger, and half sister of lien-da and kragok, who are twins and both high ranking legion soldiers. when their mother (merin-da) died and luger remarried, ld and kragok hated his new wife (julie-su's mother) (mari-su) so bad they orchestrated her death, info which was they kept on the DL for a long time until js eventually found out about it. memory situation, js is raised by other folks who actually love her and doesn't learn who her blood family is until later. she joins knuckles because she feels inexplicably drawn to him (soul touch) (echidna soulmates) so she defects from the legion to join the chaotix. the soul touch thing sucks and i hate it but this is how it goes. ill talk about my au version of her at the end lol bc things ive built on top of canon are part of the reason why shes one of my fave charas in the series lul

ANYWHO i honestly find it pretty frustrating when people talk about js as just being pink knuckles, shoehorned into the story to give knuckles an obligatory girlfriend, because it really demonstrates that they like. weren't paying a lick of attention to anything because she genuinely has a LOT of personality but since people just go in anticipating anything penders touched to suck they don't even bother to think about her for longer than half a second.

js fills a niche that, imo, could always use filling, especially with regards to girl characters, which is to say shes a well meaning asshole. shes incredibly blunt, she's pessimistic (immediately assumes knuckles must be dead when enerjak returns and they cant find him, tells knuckles not to search a fallen ship that his mother was on because shes probably dead and she doesnt think he'd want to see that). shes terrible at handling interpersonal conflict (knuckles confesses to her that he feels guilty and stressed over all the pressure put on him as guardian and she scolds him and says "this isn't just about you", which results in a minor shouting match when she really had zero intention of starting an argument), she's almost constantly beefing with vector (tbf its because hes sexist he refuses to see past her history as a member of the dark legion). these might suond like cons but i love characters like this LOL and they fit especially well in archie where people love to get mad at each other and make dumb mistakes and it just feels very genuine and interesting and endearing to me. shes rough and difficult but she's also DEEPLY loyal. she'd die for knuckles and the chaotix and the way she interacts with them always makes me soooo ........ im just gonna give some examples i can find.

(knuckles is on the phone with her)

^ this was the genuine conclusion of an argument they had and im obsessed with it because both of them suck with emotions so they both give the worlds strangest apology and know that the other means it and they move on. plus putting her arm in front of SHADOW THE HEDGEHOG while theyre confronting eggman even after watching him CHAOS BLAST, primarily because she feels like this is more her fight than his (its about knuckles).

theres def more and i could find them if i was more on top of archie but unfortunately im #narutopilled rn. BUT ANYWAYS. shes just a very fun character with a messy personality and fun interactions and she loves her buddies sm even tho she bickers with them. shes just very special. she fits well with knuckles in a way that makes their relationship actually feel plausible instead of just forcing him to have a girlfriend (tho ofc the writing is fumbled sometimes like. ITS ARCHIE. bffr. but thats the case with literally everything ever in archie so you take what you can and its amazing). also see below. BASED AS FUCKKKKKKK

and ill discuss my au briefly bc u r asking me my opinion on js and that does play a large role in how i feel abt her, but rly im just expanding on elements of her story that werent discussed as fully as i wouldve liked. her relationship with lien-da is obviously BAD in canon, but theres not a lot of time spent lingering on precisely how lien-da and kragok feel about julie-su as the product of their fathers second marriage to a woman they KILLED because they hated her so much. ive also given her much more internal strife over turning away from the legion, originally joining the chaotix planning to betray them from the inside then being slowly convinced to join them for real after realizing how much she'd been brainwashed by the legion and what its like to have people who truly love and care about you. her story as someone who is trying to find herself outside of her history as a child soldier is something that TOTALLY deserves to be expanded on and its a bit sad that it wasnt explored. but i mean really im not changing her actual PERSONALITY at all because as i discussed shes oozing with it.... im honestly never going to make the full comic i wanted to so at some point im just going to compile all the lore and concept art and stuff into one big post to share. but thats like a spoiler free taste.

she also has a gun. which is fucking awesome because not enough sonic characters have guns. people make shadow the guy with a gun but he hasnt been seen with one since shth. hello....

[gatorbites-imagines]

Immortal with an immortal S/o pls(maybe where the s/o isn't a hero)

The Immortal x Immortal male reader

Headcanons

Im going off my personal headcanon that Immortals name is Abraham or Abe, just cuz its easier to write. A shorty but a goody. I was listening to old people music, cuz I kept imagining them acting like an old married couple.

Having an immortal partner would be something that helps Abes mental state quite a lot, since one of the reasons he struggles mentally is the fact that the people he loves keeps dying from one thing or another.

How you are immortal doesn’t really matter, even if it strong effects your physical appearance. As long as you can come back like immortal can, or somehow can’t die at all.

Maybe you stood by his side back during the beginning of his hero acts, back before it was called being a hero and it was just Abe wanting the best for the world and its people. But you quickly realize being a hero like that isn’t for you.

You do your own thing when Abe goes out to be a hero. You guys have both been alive for so long that neither of you really get jealous or worry too much if you don’t see each other for months. It’s nice to keep in touch though, and you guys make sure to meet up as much as you can.

Maybe you are more focused on something like the arts, performing, writing, and so on. Or you might even be more active in helping the little guy, like food banks and the likes.

Maybe you live in a cabin far away from the cities, up in the mountains where even the GDA leaves you alone. So, its somewhere Abe can come and just relax and be himself. Cue him coming back from a stressful meeting with the guardians, and he immediately relaxes when he hears the music playing from wherever you are.

You are both very old, which means your tastes are kinda dated. With you not being so busy being a hero, you can be a bit more modern, but there’s still lots of old things that make you nostalgic, and stuff you two like to do together.

I could imagine that Abe quite likes to do domestic things together the old way. Like cooking with the old tools, no modern machines or crazy inventions. Just you two, your hands, and whatever tools you guys have had since the 50s.

You guys would also dress quite old at times, even if it was on accident. People end up thinking you guys are some of those people who dress up and act out old times. It gets a little funny when you guys meet other people who do that, who all gush at how great your outfits are, unaware that it’s so good because its actually your clothes from back then.

Abe is also old school romantic. You bet he brings you flowers. You bet he still acts like he’s courting you like some kind of knight. And you bet he gets scandalized and flustered being too affectionate in public. You find it adorable though.

It’s a very common occurrence for you two to dance together. Be it in your kitchen or living room with oldies playing. Or at those clubs that are for the people dressing up and acting like it’s the 50s for fun.

You guys have most likely also been married for many many years. Way before it became illegal for two men to be married, and maybe even before marriage is as we know it now. But Abe would be so flustered thinking about marrying you again.

You can tell what he’s fumbling about since you’ve known him for so long, but its so endearing that you just let him work up the guts to propose again, probably for the 10th time in your guys long lives.

All in all, you help center Abe much more than he is in canon, since he doesn’t have to worry about you growing old and dying, or just you dying in general. He still worries of course, I don’t think he ever doesn’t worry, but its not as bad.

[moonlit-escape]

⋆⛧°. ⋆ Sasha Mystreet headcanons !!

i have a tummy ache rn from eating too much. anyway here's sasha i lobe her

half russian, half korean

demisexual (this is me projecting not just bc of her color palette i promise dont LOOK at me like that)

still pretty closed off, cold, and stoic. but, once in a blue moon, gene and zenix get her to genuinely laugh or mouth off and get angry and they absolutely relish in it

they're best friends :(

the only one of the three who can currently legally drive.

breakcore / hyperpop-punk Queen !! (crystal castles, quinn, swrslvt/cynthoni, laura les, snafu, charli xcx, xn88ax. yknow, shit i added to her playlist)

PIERCINGS!! honestly w all these headcanons, if they are/were a punk, they have piercings. she has double eyebrow piercings, a bellybutton piercing, and a tongue piercing

got deeper into and still practices witchcraft, just not potions or spells. she prefers her palm-reading, tarot, herbal mixtures and remedies, and crystal charges

im planning on making her patron saint someone from MCD that didn't get to mystreet, but first i have to actually Watch MCD.

loves scented candles and incense. she has pretty incense holders all around the house

favourite video game is luigi's mansion

always plays luigi during mario party and always loses. but it's fine bc she always wins mario kart (zenix is always princess peach and gene always plays one of the fuckin monster goons: dry bones, shy guy, goomba, one of the koopa kids)

had a crush on gene at one point, and they even tried out a relationship in uni, but then realized they were just doing the same exact things they did as friends and weren't really going anywhere, so they stayed besties

uses potion bottles as water bottles because they're just more practical

runs a vampire fanfic tumblr blog. she makes really fuckin good vampire au fanfics of really popular fandoms

has a butterfly knife and switchblade collection. they're all really pretty

zenix made her match phone charms with him, but he tells everyone she forced him (nobody believes him)

her and gene used to be skater buddies (zenix couldnt figure out how to skate for the life of him), but she's the only one who still skates around sometimes

i don't know how to explain this to anyone and it is honestly just my own delusion but oh my God did sasha have a mini crush on katelyn in high school

like it wasn't anything super. but she cannot lie to herself and say she didn't have fun during gym getting to see katelyn

typical "goth gf" reads classic literature and edgar allen poe poems and short stories. but also she has to work, so she listens to audiobooks

it's not that she doesn't feel her emotions or anything, but more-so she's just not used to expressing them, and doesn't know how to properly. and now, she feels like it's too late and would be too awkward to learn how

so, she expresses herself in other ways. like through her loud music, or her witchcraft, or through pen sketches and painting

she likes to go on walks every once in a while in completely random or strange places. yknow, ones where it feels like you shouldn't really be going. and sometimes she sketches whatever she finds there and thinks about

whenever she has a particularly.. excruciatingly stressful day, she likes to lay on the floor with her astral projector light, listen to music, and take an edible. it helps her calm down, and feel like she's in a different world for a while

it has backfired before though, because her mind went to the wrong place, and she ended up having a panic attack. so, she makes sure she only does it when both of the guys are home to check on her and ground her if she does start spiraling

Don't do drugs, kids. And if you REALLY have to try it because you're stupid, don't do it Stupidly. have a babysitter. a Trusted babysitter. and don't start with edibles. Be safe, or fuck up and die

[littleshopofchaos]

Writeblr Interview Tag!

Thank you to @dearunreliablenarrator for the tag

I tag @waltzshouldbewriting @violetcancerian @watermeezer @cherrybombfangirlwrites and anyone who wants to do this

Short stories, novels, or poems?

All of them. Its fun and good to practise having a variety

What genre do you prefer reading?

I love fantasy as my main, but my second favourite is crime/ true crime and things like Agatha Christie

Are you a planner or a write as I go kind of person?

Both. I like to have a variety so I can get stuff done and not stress about some fun projects whilst outlining the serious ones that need a lot of work

What music do you listen to while writing?

Mostly musicals, right now its Wait For Me/Reprise from Hadestown, and then there's things like Linkin Park New Divide and Numb

Favorite books/movies?

Favourite books: Any Agatha Christie, Skulduggery Pleasant or A Good Girls Guide To Murder the trilogy

Favourite movies: Lilo and Stitch, Monsters Inc, Pirates of the Carribbean, Inside Out 1 and 2, Shrek 1 and 2

Any current WIPs?

Keep The Peace is part of my series Amongst The Chaos, an adult fantasy slice-of-life supernatural series where its a bunch of characters living in the city of Nottingham, and meeting up at various places to get together and talk about events that have happened in their lives as they live amongst the supernatural - e.g Angels. Demons, Ghosts and the like and their reactions to the chaos.

If someone were to make a cartoon out of you what would your standard outfit be?

jogging bottoms and a lilo and stitch t-shirt or a game of thrones t-shirt, stich trainers, a stitch handbag and a sunflower lanyard.

Create a character description of yourself: 

Fat non-binary person really into eating and crafting and loves to dye hair different colours, cannot see for shit without glasses and cannot drive.

Do you like incorporating actual people you know into your writing?

Yes and no. All my characters are original, but sometimes my mother will suggest 'oh, write about our family, your nephews, the cats' ect and to be honest with you, ive never figured out how to fit them in, so i dont.

Are you kill happy with your characters?

Oh yeah, absolutely. I will kill whoever I want to, whenever I want to. I'm not afraid to get violent with the deaths, but I gotta do it justice

Coffee or Tea while writing?

Tea, Hot Chocolate or different juices, depending what's in my reach and i'm interested in.

Slow or fast writer?

It depends on how motivated i am, when im not in writers block i can write 2k within like 2 hours

Where/who/what do you draw inspiration from?

Everything - the books i read, the games i play, the music i listen to.Bad writing pisses me off real bad and I know I can do better

If you were in a fantasy world, what would you be?

A librarian or writer completely done wih the city being destroyed by the supernatural but being really intrigued and trying not to die.

Most fav book cliche:

I cannot answer.

Least favorite cliche:

curing disabilities. like fuck off with that shit, give them their aids back and we dont need to cure autism, we're fine the way we are

Favorite scene to write?

all of them, i just cannot pick one thing i love. Its just... the whole process of writing that I love and I wouldn't change it fot the world

Reason for writing?

Because its a part of what makes me, me and i wouldnt have it any other way. I am a writer, its in my blood. I enjoy the creation, the creativity, the uniqueness of my own voice

[deatheatet]

Paz lived but was sent back to earth au

Jake sent Paz back and kept spider with the intent of sending spider back when he was old enough. Ardmore wanted any marines,or pilots,which both were unlikely, who survived the first fight brought back to Pandora and Paz was brought back. The story starts when Ardmore is meeting the ones from the first war.

Paz waited annoyed,she was here to find her Nino,not meet some CEO assholes,and bitch's, She wouldn't listen to them anymore than she had Miles.... Miles,the man she loved... Still did even after 15 years of him being gone.. she still held on,she didn't even know why. She tried to date again after 5 years,but she always ended up comparing it to what she and Miles had had... She missed him so badly it hurt. Age and life had worn down the energetic, always ready to party smartass Latina everyone on Pandora had come to know... honestly? she got compared to Quaritch a lot,by the humans who'd been in charge when he was a new marine. Older,worn down and war hardened. She was still a smartass but not as jokingly childish as she had been before. But after taking two Na'vi arrows to the chest,and her ship getting shot down? No one knew,not even the doctors,How she had survived. Hell she herself didn't even know. Ardmore came walking up with her arms by her side,That was a surprise,she'd expected suits,not a military leader but years of experience and such her reaction was as instant as the others who'd come back with her. They all shot up ramrod straight with their hands up in salute. Except Paz,she just stood straighter. Ardmore looked at them all one by one but Paz caught her attention,she was younger than most,late thirties at least.

"Im General Ardmore. I was the one who offered your second tour on Pandora. Your all here because your experienced and can train humans and tell them what you know better than they do " The General introduced herself

"General Ardmore" an older guy said "Only one of us here has on hands on war with the Na'vi experience."

"Who would that be then?" Ardmore said looking at all the guys

"Lieutenant Passella Marie Socorro. First class Scorpion gunship pilot. Took two Na'vi arrows to her chest and had her ship shot down and survived" The older guy introduced Paz to the General.

"You can call me Paz. I hate being called Passella" She said arms crossed.

"Come on,Boss" Groaned Fike "We've all been stressed for months. a party's just what we all need " Quaritch rolled his eyes l,he'd been listening to their reasons to come for hours now. some science puke was throwing a party for humans, Avatars and, apparently,Recoms alike. He didn't see the point in it. He left Fike to complain by going to his room and laying down,he just stares at the top drawer of a small dresser by the bed.... His memories made the smallest things hurt. Like cooking or watching TV. His human selfs memories made it hurt like hell. Like his heart was cracked... or just not fully there... it wouldn't ever be again either. First thing he did after getting used to this body for an hour or two,was go and ask about her and the kid. He was told that Lieutenant Passella Marie Socorro was Killed in Action. And that no one had any idea what became of their son... the little baby boy that would cling to his hand or dog tags when he had to leave,the little baby boy who cried if someone other than him or his Mama held him for longer than a 30 seconds. He missed that,he missed them so badly but... Jake Sully would die,he caused the war that made him lose the only things he ever had to fight for. He didn't care about Sully's wife,she could live or die,but Jake Sully would pay for it.

"Fine,we can go" He announced to the squad who all cheered loudly.

Paz was leaning against the bar with her eyes closed,this was a little annoying. She used to love parties,but she couldn't love them anymore,not without Miles making it fun with her. She sighed and drained her bottle of whiskey,she still had a waaaaaaaaays to go before she was as fucked up as she wished she was.

"Hey girl where's the party loving Latina I remember" a doctor,Molly,she'd made friends with in the hospital asked smiling

Paz gave her a look.

"Okay,okay yeah I know. Your only her for your son. Did you hear anything about him....?" Molly asked

Paz stares at the ground. she's asked and asked. no one knew what had came to be of her precious little mini Miles. Many thought he was dead,not that they said this to her,out of fear of the woman

"No. I asked. He's supposedly still alive and with the traitor science pukes but..."Paz stopped and finished in a whisper "Sometimes I wonder what'll happen if my baby isn't alive anymore and I'm just up here waiting for him,.... when he'll never come" She shook her head and turned to leave when Molly went to dance

"Hurry up or we're gonna miss it, Colonel" Lyle called out in front of him running to were this... Party was at. nothing but a bunch of dumb kids making fools of themselves. If anything,it was gonna be a first class shit show the next day for'em. Getting up and goin bout with a hangover from hell wouldn't no fun, personal experience speaking. Sides,he was only goin for his squad and to make sure Mansk didn't have ta play babysitter for 10 drunk recoms,toddlers in adult bodies when they weren't on the battle field anyhow. He lost the squad walking as slow as possible,so used to it,e ignored what his tail was doing till someone grabbed and and smacked it. He turned on the human stupid enough or drunk enough to do it and started to growl "The fuck do yo-"

Paz got smacked by some new giant ass avatar,recom whatever the fuck they were's tail. She grabbed their tail and smacked it away turning as Snarling "Watch where your fuckin go-"

Both froze... a moment passed... then two...then three and more...

Quaritch stared. His voice caught in his throat,this.... it wasn't... couldn't. He kneeled down on one knee and reaching out to touch her face... making sure he wasn't dreaming.. and she was really here. "Paz... "

She stared as the minutes passed... she was dreaming right? She had to be dreaming but when he kneeled and touched her face,her hand shoot up and held the back of his hand... she was touching him.. It was real... She reached up with her free hand and touched his cheek tracing her fingers where his scar used to be. He froze and caught her arm by the elbow, gently and looked at her arm with a strange look,his ears twitching like he heard something. She didn't know what it was about before she realized,he was hearing her arm

"It's cybernetic" Paz said lightly "My scorpion crashed after I got shot down.. I got a cybernetic arm to replace the one I lost in the crash"

"It's cybernetic" was all he heard before his mind blanked out until "Shot Down" hit his ears he looked at her,she was wearing a tank top and shorts.. he didn't see any puncture scars from arrows on her... until she subconsciously moved the fabric of her shirt over her chest out of the way... To puncture scars were there... branding her body... Never had he wanted to tear Sully's throat out so badly than at this moment. That bastard caused the war... caused THIS to happen to Paz... Sully would die if it was the last thing he did

"They forgot your scar" Paz found herself saying before she thought about it. It snapped him out of the little state he was in and he looked at her,the smirk she loved so appeared on his face "Can't forget something ya have ta earn,Sugar" He felt his lips quirk. "Miles" She whispered

"Paz" Quaritch whispered and before he could stop himself,he leans down and forward kissing her. Paz kisses back without a second thought,.. oh how she'd missed this . Quaritch wrapped his large arms around her,God his memories didn't do the real thing justice. They kissed for what felt like hours.. They pulled back Paz's eyes were wet with tears,of happiness and love.

"Id say we could go back to my barrack... but.. I don't think you'd fit" She said playfully

"You don't need ta beat round,Mama. Let's go" Quaritch smiles, standing up and Paz follows him to his bedroom,it was just as bleak as it was when he was Human. He sat on the bed a smirked a little watching Paz struggle to get up there. Paz glares at him but gets up there none the less. Quaritch wraps his arms around her and lays back,Paz smiles and snuggles closer to him. "I've missed you so much,Mi Amor" Pa whispered

"Fifteen years is a long time ain't it" He whispered back not loosening his hold on her much smaller body.

He rolled over and let Paz lay her head on his arm and trace the glowing freckles on his face. Eventually,her eyes started to close and she pulled herself directly against his chest and he held her. Quaritch pulled the comforter up and over them whispering the words "I'll never let anything hurt you this badly ever again Paz. I'll die before I lose you again"

Wow this was long. I'm sorry it's taken so long and how long it is. It's been in my head since my "IF PAZ LIVED AU" post. I have other stuff in my drafts but this was what I chose since so many people voted Paz and Quaritch in the poll