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[speedwear]

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[libbyfandom]

Let’s take a look inside Modern!Mizu’s Camera Roll! Featuring Reader and BES Characters (Companion Piece)

Screenshot of an undercut with long hair.

Screenshot of a wolf cut.

Picture of her tv screen showing her new high score at a video game. (To rub it in Taigen’s face that she beat his)

Her hand cupping the back of a pretty neck covered in hickeys.

Akemi death-gripping a trash can with her face buried into it as she hurls. The rollercoaster Mizu forced her on is in the background.

Selfie of her and her adoptive father at a baseball game. (She couldn’t get him to smile. He only hummed, which made her laugh)

Video of you asleep on her, your head on her shoulder and your hand curled up on her chest. Her fingers are gently brushing the side of your face for a minute, before your eyebrows pinch in sleep. You make a soft, stressed noise unconsciously. Her lips press to your temple for a long moment. “Shh shh shh.” Your expression relaxes again, and she goes back to gently stroking your cheek.

The full moon.

A video of Ringo coming up silently behind you and Akemi while you're standing in line at a coffee shop. You two turn around and nearly jumps out of your skin when you sees him. (He's always so silent)

Screenshot of a quote “How do we forgive ourselves for all the things we did not become? -Doc Lubel”.

Her torn up jeans and bloodied outer thigh as she sits in the grass along the road, her crashed motorcycle in the background.

A video of her holding your wrists down in bed, oh so slowly pressing kisses all over your chest where she yanked your top up to your collarbone. Every once in a while she bites into your skin without warning, gripping your wrists tighter when your body arches and tries to twitch away with broken whines. She waits each time for you to stop moving, staring intensely up at you with your skin between her teeth, before she licks at the bite to soothe it away and restarts the cycle.

Video of her sitting on her bed practicing knife flipping.

Her hand holding a book titled "Waiting by the Front Door: Children of Parents with Addiction".

A close up of the price tag of the book "Waiting by the Front Door: Children of Parents with Addiction".

Saved selfie Ringo sent of the two of them on a hike.

Screenshot of a dinner reservation confirmation for two at a new restaurant downtown.

Video of Akemi in the middle of some rant in Mizu and Ringo’s living room. The darkness outside the window suggests it’s very late into the night. She gestures wildly at something off camera. “-and Taigen pees in the fucking shower-!” Taigen’s voice comes from somewhere off camera, loud and offended. “I aim for the drain!” You sit in the background behind Akemi, looking disturbed and distressed.

Screenshot of piercings. (For the wish list people are asking for)

A gif of a character going “Some god damn peace and quiet”. (For the wish list people are asking for)

The ocean.

Saved video Ringo sent of you two at the beach bonfire. You’re cuddled up into each other while sitting against a log, your legs overlapping hers. You’re both staring into the fire, absentmindedly playing with each others fingers where you’re holding hands on your lap. She’s never looked more relaxed.

You and Akemi in the backseat asleep on the drive back from the beach.

Saved photo you sent her of her and her adoptive father playing chess. Her brows are furrowed as she thinks over her next move, sitting properly with her hands in her lap. This is instead of how she usually plays with one leg propped up on her chair and elbow leaning on her knee when she plays with Akemi.

The one nice photo of just her and Taigen, posing in a big mirror at a dark, more upscale restaurant wearing suits.

Screenshot of receipt for two concert tickets on your birthday.

Ringo laying head down on a pile of finals notes in defeat at the library.

Screenshot of a text you sent of a grocery list.

A video in her “Hidden” folder that is 37 minutes long and requires a password that only she and you know.

Screenshot of the word “Bitch” in Barbie pink font.

You curled up on the couch fast asleep, wearing Mizu’s oversized college sweatshirt.

Saved photo Ringo sent of Mizu standing in the bathtub making a peace sign with one gloved hand as the other holds Akemi’s newly dyed and wet burgundy hair while Akemi is seen leaning over the tub so Mizu can rinse out the excess dye.

A picture of her hand holding an engagement ring nestled inside a green velvet box. She wanted Akemi’s opinion. So she’ll stop having an anxiety attack over what she picked.

[rotdistressxox]

Hiii thank you sm for your kengan works! Just wondering what are some head cannons about agito post KAT gap and his biggest changes. As well as maybe raian post training arc? 💜

Not a problem! I'll include both of em' in this post. Sorry if this seems short!

Kanoh Agito and Raian Kure: Post KAT HC'S

Kanoh Agito

• It was a gigantic humble for him to lose for the first time in his life. He knew he had a lot of self-reflecting to do after.

• Number one thing to do was to help ground himself as a human. All this time he's viewed himself as this god, he's never truly experienced strong emotions. Apart from some sadism and god-complexes.

• He truly did love you, but after this, he feels as if he hadn't really been there for you.

• He needs boat loads of reassurance. You still love him. He's still a strong fighter. He knows that, but then there's doubt.

• Is noticeably less tense or formal. Loosens up, doesn't wear a suit and tie as often when out of his usual fighting outfit.

• Got a motorcycle, duh! Now he can take you out for nice scenic rides.

• Embraces the human side in himself while fighting. He doesn't think too highly of himself anymore. Knows his place in the fighting ring.

• That doesn't mean he stops training, there's always room for improvement

• Spends more time with you, exploring the outer parts of Japan.

Raian Kure

• SORE LOSER

• Still sour about his loss with Ohma. That's what drives him during in training.

• After being gone for a while. He still has the same old cocky personality. Which I guess is to be expected, this is Raian afterall.

• It's different when he fights though, he doesn't toy with his opponent as much like they're food to him. Goes straight for the kill.

• Just because of some training doesn't mean he's not a psychopath still. He still pursues he's other means of work. Being an assassin / hit man are now his main source of income.

• He doesn't go out in public much, prefers to stay in the village and help out. Now that he's tasked with restoring Ohma to his full strength, he finds his patience to be growing. Not his usual short-fused self.

• I guess he learns a thing or two from Ohma. You like to watch them go back and forth with their unbalanced personalities.

• If we're talking his relationship with you, he's matured a bit. He's taken a liking to being vulnerable with you. He can pour his heart out to you about 'shit that pisses him off'

[lodeddiperactivate]

Part 2 How to survive a horror movie / OBX x Scream Crossover

Pairing: Barry x Reader

Word count: 637

Warnings: smut, drugs, alcoholism

Summary: You're the new kid in town, and simply trying to adapt to your new life in the Outer Banks when serial killer Ghostface starts their murder spree. Now, you can't really trust anyone, right?

Author’s note: This part's a bit short, decided to cut it before they got to the trailer because final part will be packed.

part 1

You walked all the way from your house to the country club, mainly because you just needed to clear your head with everything that had happened since that night. You weren't particularly close with the victims but you knew them from school and have talked to them on several occasions as well. On top of that, the entire town is crippled with fear from the news that there is a serial killer on the loose.

You were only a few minutes away from the country club when you noticed someone familiar walking towards you. Barry, who looked like he had just came back from the country club, was walking towards you counting the money he had in his hands. He didn't notice you and before you could even process what you were about to do, you called out to him.

"Hey Barry, hey!" He looked up at you and smiled.

"Well hello, Y/N, right?" You nodded as he made his way to you, putting the load of cash he had in his pocket.

"Headed to the country club right now, huh,"

"Uhmm yes, I guess I needed some kind of distraction from what's been happening and I've been at home the whole morning so I figured I'd go spent the rest of the day there," you ranted then paused. "I'm just really REALLY bored but also too scared to do anything that may attract the attention of a serial killer, ya know?" you feigned a small smile to which he replied with a light chuckle. There was something dark in the way he looked at you.

"Where are you headed to now?" you heard the desperation in your voice. You thought to yourself that this is not you, you're normally cool and indifferent but Barry's making you act like some highschooler.

"Ah just a couple of errands here and there," he replied. You smiled back at him, and waited. What were you waiting for? You wouldn't admit it out loud but despite Sarah's warnings, you were sort of hoping for an invitation from Barry to go some place else, maybe go with him to do whatever his errands were. But he didn't ask you.

"Well Y/N, it was nice seeing you but I gotta run," he smiled. He knew you were waiting for some kind of invitation but he also knew that the two of you being together is trouble, especially with your father who is one of the most powerful man in town next to Ward Cameron.

Your heart sank as you saw him walk away. He looked back at you after a few steps, and he thought you looked adorable standing there with a defeated look so he decided that maybe a couple of hours spent with you won't hurt his busy schedule.

You saw him walk away from you and stopped after a few steps. He looked back and smiled at you. You tried so hard to hide your smile when you saw him walk back towards you.

"Come on, I know some place a pretty girl like you can go and kill time."

You were so dumbfounded at how this man is so good with flirting that all you replied was, "You think I'm pretty?" To which he replied with a grin as he motioned you to follow him.

~

You two walked side by side for a while to where he had parked his motorcycle.

"This one's yours," he said as he handed you the one and only motorcycle helmet.

"Where's yours?"

"I only have that one," he said as he mounted the motorcycle and started the engine. "Hop on, princess."

"But all operators and passengers on motorcycles and mopeds must wear a motorcycle safety helmet of a type that complies with Federal Motor Vehicle Safety Standard 218."

He let out a heartily laugh at that very descriptive explanation before replying, "Then, I'd die happy knowing you were wearing my helmet," he said as he winked at you. "Now come on."

[monpalace]

Fanfic devil (affectionate) :3

I HAVE MORE TIME THOUGHTS!!

Time is the type of guy that LOVES laying ontop of you. Resting his head on your stomach/chest while his arms are wrapped around your waist!

He loves this for a few reasons! 1, he feels as though he’s protecting you with him covering most of your body from outer harm and 2, your head scratches are the best??? You could knock this man out in a matter of seconds when you play with his hair

He honestly gets a little upset/pouty if he doesn’t get his nightly head scratches. Like you could be reading a book or doing something that is taking your attention and Time will just flop down beside you and huff.

Imagine a pouting husky, thats him

(Modern) Time in highschool/college gives jock/greaser vibes?? And imagine his s/o/crush having a more punk/alternative aesthetic?? Power couple frfr

(Modern) Time in highschool was the type of guy that, after he sent a flirty test to his crush, he’d slam his ohone down and walk away. Like hell do laps around the house at he just OVERTHINKS and blushes at how stupid that was.

Will fucking dive bomb his phone when he hears the notification ding

This could be modern or regular Time but, imagine you two are reading a mystery novel and you both are trying to solve the mystery while reading??? Like yall dead ass bought another copy of the book so you could tear it apart and put all the clues on a board

Hes so cute when he has to wear a set of reading glasses as he looks over some ‘clues.’ You give him many kisses while he has them on, and he has no idea why you random get super lovey but he’ll never complain

Time is the type of lover that loves to watch his s/o get ready in the morning. Its so domestic to him?? It reminds him that he’s more than a hero now, hes more than just his sword.

But he is also the type of lover that will lock his arms around his s/o’s waist and try to keep them home. Like, he’ll still be lying in bed and youll be at the edge if it, having come back to give him a kiss before you left, but now your just….stuck

He just straight up refuses to let you go, giggling to himself as you try and break free. You do end up on the floor at one point, just laughing as you try to crawl away from him.

He just drags your ass back up into the bed. You aint going anywhere tonight, good luck!

i also love your thoughts on this stuff so much 😭😭 got me laughing and smiling at this shit

fanfic (solar) system 🫶🏽

aren't huskies notorious for being loud and dramatic asf? you forget to massage his head one time and he just pretends to cry while spewing on about "oh so you don't love me anymore? you hate me? did you just tell me to literally sleep with the fishes? you never want to see me again in your life? you can't stand the sight of my face? you want me to fuck off and die?"

he strikes me as the type to whine when you get up and use the bathroom or get a snack like that one tiktok audio because, if time is one thing, it is clingy-- but it's amplified when he's tired

he also drools. i don't make the rules.

you make the mistake of wearing a cropped top, wearing one that raises easily, or just forgoing one altogether and there's either an unbroken line of saliva going from your belly button to your chest (he likes listening to your heart-- it reminds him you're alive) or it's just all up in your neck and pillow 😭😭

time's knowledge on anything punk/alternative is seriously lacking before meeting his s/o. he knew nothing of the style, music, beliefs, etc, etc but he got really into it once you introduced him to them

BUT IMAGINE MODERN! TIME (OR HIS S/O) OWNING A MOTORCYCLE?

he gives you his helmet whenever you both ride on his because he says he doesn't have a spare (he does) and that he just wants you to be safe. sometimes he situates you so that he's behind you while he still maneuvers/controls the bike because he's just cool like that (he practiced it a lot with his friends)-- but he also melts whenever you're in control of the bike because he gets to take the backseat and put his hands around your waist like in those movies

(he says he traded it out in college for something more "practical," but he really just has it hidden in a shed/garage somewhere. he goes in and repairs it whenever he has the time since it's so old and he's to attached to sell it)

time would send something like "i liked your shirt," and then toss his phone out a window before anxiously trying to do something productive. he tries to put off answering as long as he can so he doesn't come off as desperate but he ends up biting his nails and giving not even 45 seconds later

he squeals like a child when gets a "thank you (: i liked your jacket," before immediately over-analyzing with a little corkscrew board and everything. "should i buy something with [brand] so they'll compliment me? would they like it if i got them something with [brand] on it? is this a sign they like me or am i just being delusional"

HE'D LOOK LIKE SUCH A NERD WITH THE READING GLASSES THOUGH? imagine he actually has terrible eyesight, you take his glasses and put them on, and immediately walk into a wall or something? 😭

"woah! you might need glasses more than me lol"

"you look like a fucking mosaic and picasso painting mixed together. stop talking"

his little grandpa glasses lower his intimidation by a landslide so he rarely wears them, so it's only natural you drown him in affection. he takes it in stride (even in public) and asks why you're so obsessed with him when you wear them and you only respond with ";3c" or something

trippy i will like,, collapse and die or something 😭 character a keeping character b from leaving the bed/house is my one weakness

assumedly, time is stronger than you, right? because of that he'll definitely manhandle you back into bed with little effort, day clothes be damned-- if you keep trying to fight him even after he goes back to laying right on top of you, he uses the excuse of "i'm the goddess' chosen hero. tell them i need you for something"

"i can't do that if you keep me here."

"then i'll go in with you and tell them tomorrow," and then he doesn't. he pulls the exact same thing the very next day for the rest of the week

[callsign-bunnie]

I’m not requesting Rudy owning a motorbike hc’s I’m on my knees begging for them. (This wasn’t something I knew I needed)

Please and thank you

I wasn't expecting to get that many asks but I'm grateful!

--

So, he's had the motorcycle since he was in his early twenties

He found it after finishing a raid (this was shortly before he became SIC) and marked it with a tracker to come back to it, later

It was very run down, an unfinished project by one of the Narcos that he, himself, had killed, so his first action with it was to scratch off their name and put his own on it

It was a very basic run down yamaha, nothing really special about it, besides the fact that it was a very pleasant blue color, and it wasn't very heavy due to the fact that it was missing quite a few of its parts

He had to sneak it onto the base, and later would relocate it to Alejandro's ranch

When Valeria's betrayal happened, his team ended up with a lot of free time due to investigations

So, he spent most of it trying to get that motorcycle to work

One of the first things that became very apparent was that it was neglected for a clear reason, that reason being that it was in VERY poor condition

Besides the outer bits, everything inside needed to be replaced

He's very tedious with cleaning it up and fixing it until it runs perfectly and with no issues, though this takes close to three years to do so

Money wasn't an issue, he found ways to steal the parts he needed if he couldn't afford them

The biggest issue was time, since he's made SIC somewhere in the middle of this and his time suddenly drops to having very little, if any at all

Eventually, though, he gets it finished and after new paint (he freshens the blue), it's ready to ride around

Alejandro isn't actually that anti-motorcycle, but he does express a lot of concern when Rodolfo drives it, so Rudy just learns to drive when he's not around

He puts hella illegal mods on it, and Alejandro isn't happy about that

If he can't sleep, he'll take it around Las Almas on "Patrol", just sort of keeping an eye on everything

Doesn't call it his baby, but everyone else does

He refuses to put stickers on it, and any Sergeant caught putting stickers on it gets a very loud and stern talking to. Of course, this means it becomes a game to see who can put the biggest sticker on it without being caught (the winner was Rodriguez with a massive Care Bear sticker) they're all removable, thankfully

Some Narcos are very hesitant to do things at night, since it's hard to know when Rodolfo Parra is gonna roll up on his bike and knock your lights out

If Alejandro is around, he wears a helmet, but he usually won't bother

He does know the risks of driving a motorcycle, but he's at an "if I die, I die" mentality, so he doesn't care

However, he doesn't want to listen to a lecture from Alejandro, so he will still be careful to wear one around him

He forgot ONCE and still hasn't heard the end of it

He's very meticulous in upkeep with it

[jokerislandgirl32]

Ziolet Songs: Day Eight

Day 8: I’m Good (Blue)

You know I'm down for whatever tonight I don't need the finer things in life No matter where I go, it's a good time, yeah And I, I don't need to sit in VIP Middle of the floor, that's where I'll be Don't got a lot, but that's enough for me, yeah

'Cause I'm good, yeah, I'm feelin' alright Baby, I'ma have the best f*ckin' night of my life And wherever it takes me, I'm down for the ride Baby, don't you know I'm good, yeah, I'm feelin' alright

So this is more of a “vibe” song for Zach and Violet. I imagine them together in their pre relationship phase and this song is playing in the background as they fly down Outer Banks’ oceanfront Highway 12 on a motorcycle. Why? Because in my AU Zach can drive a motorcycle. It’s a very attractive concept to me…And this song, like riding a motorcycle is representative of a feeling of freedom.

Note on my OCs listed here: Todd is Koki’s cousin, Paige is his wife/Violet’s cousin, Nathaniel is Paige and Todd’s little boy, and Amy is Violet’s aunt/Paige’s mom. Also I’ve never drove/ridden a motorcycle so I hope this all seems accurate!

“Whose is this?” Zach asked pointing his thumb toward the motorcycle parked in the driveway at Amy’s house. 

“It’s Todd’s,” I replied cocking my head at Zach in curiosity, “why do you ask?”

“It’s nice is all…” he whispered looking closer at the chrome work. 

“What? Do you like it?” I question, surprised that he was so interested in it. 

“Yeah, I do, oh come on, don’t look so surprised, I’ve had one since college…” Zach grinned, winking at me. 

“I don’t believe it…” I whispered. 

“Why not?” His voice rose in aggravation. 

I sputtered, “I-I-I, ummm, You’re just so….scared of things and unsure of yourself….I thought you would be scared to death to even look at one.” 

He balled his hands into fists, “don’t think I know how to ride it, huh? We’ll see about that. Zachbots bring me my motorcycle gear!“

“What!?!?” I shrieked, and within seconds the robots obeyed his order and he was dressed in full motorcycle gear, all in his signature colors and with his V logo. He pulled the helmet on and flicked the visor up to look at me before he took a seat on the motorcycle.

(I image it would look something like this)

Zach sat on the motorcycle and looked at it to get his bearings, then he grinned mischievously at me, “Do you think he’d let me ride it? Just so I can prove you wrong, you’re welcome to join me.”

“ARE YOU CRAZY!” I screamed. 

“No, I’m dead serious,” Zach replied turning to me, admittedly he did look comfortable on the motorcycle. 

At that moment Todd happened to come out of Amy’s house, he looked at Zach and me suspiciously, “hey, what’s going on you two?”

“He wants to prove he can drive a motorcycle, and he wants me to join him!” I shrieked. 

Todd started laughing, he patted Zach’s shoulder enthusiastically, “oh this I’ll pay to see, it’ll be better than when I took Paige the first time!” He fished the keys out of his pocket and gave them to Zach.

I huffed, digging the toe of my shoe into the dirt, “I can’t, I’m wearing a dress!” 

Todd laughed and spoke up, “I’ll get Paige’s riding stuff for you to borrow, Violet!”

“Todd, Todd! Oh no you won’t, I’m not going on that thing!” I screamed after him, but he soon disappeared into my aunt’s house and reappeared with Paige who starting hollering at me from the doorway, drawing the attention of the neighbors until I caved and followed them inside.

I emerged a few minutes later decked out in Paige’s riding outfit and holding her helmet at my side, I glared at Todd who walked along beside me. Paige, Amy, and Nathanial followed us giggling, “you just had to open your mouth,” I growled.

Todd smirked and patted my head, “go on little cousin, I wanna see this, and you have an audience now…”

I stood hesitantly beside Zach and the motorcycle, looking from Zach to my family, Zach was becoming impatient and he bit out, “are ya coming or not?”

“If you kill me, I expect to have a nice spray on my casket!” I groaned pulling the helmet on. I hesitantly swung my left leg over the back of the bike. 

“I’ll notify my mom, she’ll prepare a stunning arrangement for the occasion. Now put your arms around me, and let’s go,” he flicked the visor to his helmet down and I did the same, then I wrapped my shaky arms around his thin waist, holding on to him for dear life.

Zach grazed his fingers over my arms before returning his hands to the handlebars, “you’ll be fine, I won’t hurt you.” 

“Okay…” I agreed, burying my head against his back and scrunching my eyes shut as Zach turned on the engine and the motorcycle roared to life.

VvvvvvvVvvvvvV

Ten minutes later we are flying down Highway 12, I’d screamed for the first couple minutes of the ride, but I soon became accustomed to the motion and realized Zach truly was a skilled motorcyclist.

I felt comfortable enough to lift my head and look to the ocean to our left, the sea breeze was blowing my hair behind me under the helmet…so this is what freedom feels like, I thought to myself.

[birgittesilverbae]

mary x shannon + darkness

should have expected the comics to contribute to brainrot but as usual I instead jingled my way to the guillotine like the painted fool I am

//

Night has long since fallen, shrouding Cat's Cradle in darkness, but the convent remains alive with activity as groups of Sister Warriors return from their patrol routes. Shannon sits in the refectory, knee bouncing anxiously beneath the table as she attempts to maintain an outward appearance of calm. 

In the weeks since she arrived at the Cradle, Shannon's become fast friends with Mary, so it's normal to seek her out after a patrol. It's entirely normal. Expected, even. That's what the other sisters do, after all: linger restlessly in the entry hall and refectory and chapel awaiting the return of their comrades. So if Shannon's sitting at her usual seat in the refectory, face lit from below by the desk lamps, a plate of food she'd saved for Mary growing colder with every passing moment, it's normal.

Minutes pass, stretch long around her, a burn growing in her calf at the constant circuit of plantarflexion-relaxation-plantarflexion-relaxation. The room grows quiet as patrol after patrol filters through, grabs a bite to eat between debriefs and visits to the infirmary and armoury. Finally, when only a few sisters remain, when only one patrol remains unaccounted for, Shannon hears the roar of a motorcycle engine coming up the drive.

She starts up out of her seat, one leg getting so tangled in the bench that she has to hop to tug her foot free. She crosses the room at a measured pace – definitely a walk, absolutely a walk – and reaches the entry hall at the same moment the outer doors swing open. 

In the shadow of night, the shape is indistinct, but then Mary steps forward into the light and she's–

"Mary, did you steal a child?"

"Got her for a pretty penny, actually. Thou shalt not steal, and all that." There's a familiar rasp to Mary's voice that for some reason calls to mind those few sessions of combat skills Mary had taken part in of her own volition, before she'd caught a strike to the throat and sworn off them altogether. She trudges across the entry hall, adjusting her grip on the child resting on her hip. A girl, from the bits Shannon can make out sticking out from beneath the oversized jacket she's wearing. She looks too old to be carried in that manner, her limbs gangly with new growth, but the grip she has on Mary's sweater makes her seem far younger than her size belies. "Shan, this is Beatrice. Beatrice, this is Shannon. I've got to go, but–"

Beatrice's voice doesn't quite fit the image Shannon's cobbled together in her quick scan. She remains prim and proper despite needing the sleeves of Mary's jacket rolled up to free her hands, despite the knobbly jut of her bare feet, skeletal tree limbs brushing the open air. "Please don't leave me."

There's a splatter of blood under Beatrice's left ear, visible only when she buries her face in the hollow of Mary's collarbone. The sight of it makes Shannon's gorge rise, but if Mary is this calm then it must not belong to either of them. 

She's not sure that it makes it any better.

Mary presses her hand to the centre of Beatrice's back, her eyes wide when they find Shannon's. What do I do? she mouths. 

Shannon shrugs helplessly, but steps forward, holding her arms open. "Hello, Beatrice," she says gently, but the girl doesn't raise her head, and her grip on Mary's sweater only tightens further.

"Please stay," Beatrice says, the sound almost lost in the folds of fabric. "Please stay."

Mary lets loose a resigned sigh. "Okay, kid. Okay. I got you. I got you, Beatrice. I won't let go." 

[literaryfandomangel]

The Promise- Chapter Eleven

**Warning ** this chapter does have some descriptions that could be triggering to those with/recovering from an ED. I find it therapeutic to write about it as I recover from my own ED.

“Hold tight, sweetheart,” Dwayne lifted my hand, kissing the back of my hand. Then, the four men kickstarted their bikes. I yelped, holding on as tight as possible once the four men began driving. They were going a lot faster than the previous night. The cold wind hit my face, so I ducked it to rest between his shoulder blades. My left cheek felt like I had set it on hot sand, burning and tingling with the skin-to-skin contact. I felt my eyelids begin to close now that the adrenaline was wearing off. 

I had almost fallen asleep, holding looser, when the bikes abruptly stopped. I grunted and yawned, trying to force my eyes to open. My tiredness was seeping through my bones, making my eyelids feel like cement when I felt a hot hand on my cheek. It was rough, full of callouses, but yet so gentle. 

“Mia bella,” Marko reached out, stroking my cheek with his thumb. “Open those beautiful eyes.” I did as he asked, finally forcing them to open. He grinned. “Such a good girl.”

“I’ll carry you down,” Paul said, even though my body had frozen at Marko’s last sentence. I breathed out, feeling as if the world was floating around me. Marko grinned, sharing a glance with David. 

Paul lifted me off the bike. I was carried away from the motorcycle, bridal style. When I noticed that he was going for the steep staircase, descending into their hideaway, I gripped Paul a little tighter. I prayed he wouldn’t let me fall because the stairs dropped fifty to a hundred feet. I whined when each step jostled my hip bone, causing radiating pain. “I’m sorry, love. I’m sorry,” Paul kept murmuring, not stopping the descent. 

Dwayne had gone first, disappearing into the side of the cliffs. Marko and David followed behind Paul and me. I didn’t want to see the descent, so I rested my chin on Paul’s shoulder, facing Marko and David. Marko kept making funny and strange faces at me to try to distract me. I let out watery chuckles, trying not to drown in the waves of mounting pain. I know Paul felt horrible that every step he took was causing me pain. 

“Set her down,” Dwayne stated when we finally entered their “cave.” Which I guess wasn’t a euphemism for their man hang-out and was an actual cave. Paul strode across the room, setting me down on a couch. “Let’s get this jacket off.”

I let Dwayne remove his jacket from my body. It revealed the mesh sweater I was wearing underneath. Paul took the jacket, setting it to the side before Dwayne’s hands were on the hemline of my shirt. I took in a deep breath, anxious at the fact that they would remove the covering that hid my body from view. 

“Look at me,” David’s stern voice cut through the loud thundering of my heart. I looked into his pale eyes, on the verge of a panic attack. “We need to look at your injuries, baby. Just relax.”

Almost immediately, I felt calmer than I had before. The longer I stared into those pale blue eyes, the more my anxiety waned until it was snubbed out like a candle wick. I felt boneless, keeping my eyes on David when Dwayne finally removed the outer layer of clothing. The guys exchanged surreptitious looks when they saw my skeletal form for the first time. 

They saw how my bones protruded from the skin. They could map out every single vein in my body due to how thin and stretched my skin was over the bones. Marko was suddenly urged to hit someone, and Paul wanted to force me to eat ice cream. Dwayne and David remained the calmest, mentally advising the other two to get a handle on their emotions. 

Dwayne pushed me forward, looking down at the bruises littering my back. Having calmed a bit, Paul traced my prominent vertebrae with gentle fingers. I shivered at the feeling of ghosting hands touching my bare skin. Dwayne prodded along the darkening bruises to ascertain if anything was broken. 

He could only see so much since the tank top obscured his vision. Dwayne held his breath when he pushed up the thin material to reveal the worst bruising. His calloused hands caressed my skin as Dwayne pushed the material upwards. I heard Dwayne hiss, cursing under his breath when he saw the vast marks littering my back. 

David stood from his position, kneeling in front of me, to look at the bruising. He was silent, but he exuded a cloud of rage. My skin pebbled with goosebumps as I reacted to his emotions. I watched as he took off, disappearing into the depths of their home, lost from sight. 

“I’m sorry,” I cried, eyes wide as I watched for his form to return. 

“Don’t be sorry, baby,” Paul stroked my hair as he spoke softly. “He’s not mad at you.” Paul interpreted why I was apologizing with shocking clarity. “He wants to go back and kill the fuckers that put their hands on you.”

“I’m alright,” I whispered, overwhelmed by their response. I wasn’t sure why they were so up in arms; it was only a few bruises. Justin had done worse, and he hadn’t cared about the injuries. The only one who fixed my injuries was myself because I didn’t want Mom to know what he was doing. 

“Your back will be sore for a while,” Dwayne finally spoke after inspecting the area. He had pressed, ensuring that no bones were broken. Once finished, Dwayne gently pulled my tank top back down to cover the expanse of my back. “I need to see your hip now, though.”

I flushed, realizing that meant removing my pants. My fingers began to shake at the thought, but I brought them down to the button of my pants. My fear filled their entire cave to the point they could taste the sharp, acrid scent. David returned from the cave depths, having smelled and felt the fear in the air. He shared a glance with the other three, who were trying to comfort me but speaking through their mindbond in utter panic. 

Marko decided to make the first move. He came from around the side of the couch, leather chaps creaking with every step. Marko knelt in front of me, reaching a hand to stroke at the soft skin of my cheek. 

“We would never hurt you, Mia Cara,” Marko murmured. As I looked into his green eyes, I saw the sincerity. Even though he was usually the mischievous one of the group, they were all serious at the moment. “None of us would touch you in a way you didn’t approve, sweetheart.”

“Baby, talk to us,” Paul’s voice was soft and tiny. I looked around me, feeling a weird warmth emulating from my soul at the proximity of all four men. I didn’t want to be strong anymore, but I barely knew these four. They could just be playing a trick, but something in my soul cried that they weren’t the type to play such a cruel trick like this. 

Chapter Twelve

[bylertruther]

a collection of my thoughts + notes as i read lucas on the line —

first of all, i am, of course, feeling yet another wave of anger at all the "hot takes" that floated around cheapening lucas's season four journey or vilifying him for wanting to try new things, make a better life for himself, and be in the company of other black people that weren't related to him for once. as if his experience as a black boy doesn't make his life all that much harder, so much more complicated and isolating, even as he tries to better it. just... sigh. the more i read the more upset i felt about how fandom, no matter which one it is, treats black characters, especially ones with darker skin.

max breaks my fucking heart into a million pieces in this, over and over again.

i already know that people mischaracterize mike to a horrendous degree, but it is just... funny, for lack of a better word and in a terribly unfunny way, just how egregious it is. mike's written as such a stern stubborn hardass. he's a good older brother, and even uses that Older Brother Voice on others when necessary. he thinks motorcycles are cool, as well as the people that ride them. he's mopey and broody and irritable. he wants to fight to defend the ones he loves, but he won't do it if the offenders are bigger than him, which they often are. he fidgets with an old dnd die. he likes board and card games. he's honestly kind of a Cool^tm nerd guy—just has that standoffish vibe to him. he's the most difficult person to convince, apparently. he's also incredibly cut-to-the-chase, no-bullshit, mega blunt. of course we know that mike can be kind and sweet beyond his years, too, but i feel like that outer, more prominent layer of his—which, honestly, has persisted since the very beginning—is often cast aside by people for something more palatable. sad.

mike is the heart, i know this, everyone knows this, but... it is kind of funny that dustin and mike gave up on calling themselves a party, and what remained of them in hawkins wasn't much, didn't support lucas at all (which did hurt him a lot, because he couldn't give up hope that they eventually would), and that they only came together again like old times when will and el came down, but that togetherness went away once they left again. "look how the party fell apart just by will and el moving away." mike is the heart of the party, yes, but he relies on will, whether it be the support he offers or the inspiration he serves him, in order to be that heart. just interesting to see that repeated here, too.

the party doesn't understand or even see the racism lucas faces, which is to be expected, but still sad.

lucas is prone to nervousness and anxiety, and he clenches his hands into fists to keep them from visibly shaking. he also doesn't like the aggression that's prevalent in hyper-masculine spaces and takes note of it.

lucas's father was adopted by a white family, but they're not allowed to talk about them—ever. he's a vietnam veteran and doesn't talk about his time there either. he prefers keeping a low profile, because he feels that keeps his family, and people like them, safer. he also used to be a barber and he's the one that gives lucas his hi-top fade.

will didn't only wear jonathan's clothes. he also wore joyce's.

so many beautiful and heart-wrenching passages about the monsters of hawkins, which is a repeating motif in these tie-in books. it's classism, racism, homophobia, ableism, and so much more, and it's always there, lying in wait. those vulnerable are expected to remain small and hidden to survive, lest they become targets.

lucas has a dnd character that sounds a lot like robin hood. hashtag commie king 🤝

robin was the wise-beyond-her-years, nonjudgmental mediator between lucas, dustin, and mike. it took them hours to reconcile and she would interfere when it got too heated. lucas also felt that she would've fit right into the party were she their age.

nancy was their official chauffeur. hehe.

max flinches whenever anyone mentions neil or calls her maxine like he does. she also tried to run away on halloween, but talked herself out of it.

mike wasn't interested in dressing up for halloween because will and el were gone. max wanted to go as green lantern and lucas wanted to go as mad max, thinking he could borrow the costume from her.

eddie is apparently a freak, jackass, always high, and looks like he hasn't showered in a week. nice.

lucas knows the "i contain multitudes" walt whitman quote and it was a black boy that shared it with him. that boy, jay, also showed him james baldwin. the sinclairs are also fans of prince. 🌈 :)

i already knew this before reading, but it was nice to have even more proof that lucas is indeed the bestest boy in all of existence. this is #real and true.

[cwritesforfun]

JJ Maybank x Fem!Reader: I’m Madly In Love With You

You’re a Kook, but you’re his Kook. You’ve been dating for 6 months and it’s been amazing. Your family loves him and so do you. Except, he doesn’t know that you love him. And … you don’t know he loves you too. 

Y/N = Your Name **I do not own the Outer Banks characters**

JJ’s POV

I knock on Y/N’s front door and wait. I wonder what she’s wearing today and what snack she has for me. She looks really good in red. I mean she looks good in every color, but wow red! Hot! I love my girlfriend. Shit, I love her. I need to tell her, but how? If she opens the door, do I just say it? That will ruin the fun day we had planned with my friends if she doesn’t feel the same. She has to, right? Or else why would we keep dating? I’m stressing myself out for no reason. Calm down JJ. My friends love her, which is fun because Y/N gets invited to all of our outings. She brings food or snacks every time. Sometimes her mom even sends us with extra stuff they have because she knows we don’t always eat real food. I love her family too. They accept me and love me.

The door swings open and it’s Y/N’s mom. She exclaims “JJ! Good to see you, sweetheart! Y/N should be ready for your boat day soon. I have no idea why it’s taking forever. Please come in. She’s in her bedroom. And make sure not to forget the snacks.” I step inside, give her a brief hug, and head to Y/N’s bedroom.

I open the door and see Y/N pacing the room. I jokingly exclaim “Uh oh she’s pacing! Everybody panic!” Y/N snaps her attention to me and half smiles before she then keeps pacing. I stop in front of her and and grab her hands with mine before I ask “Babe, talk to me. What’s up?” She answers “I don’t know. I just feel sort of jittery and off today. I keep overthinking every single thing that I’ve done. It took me 20 minutes to decide on oatmeal for breakfast. I have no idea why it was such a struggle to decide that. I’m still in my pajamas, JJ. I don’t even have a bathing suit on or my bag packed.” I reply “Ok here’s what we’re going to do. Do you trust me?” She answers “Of course I do.” I reply “Great, I’ll pick out your bathing suit and you’ll look great because you look great in everything. Then, I’ll help pack your bag and we’ll go hang on the boat. You can drink a little and maybe that will take the edge off. My friends love having you around, so don’t worry about being someone you’re not.” She half smiles and replies “Okay.”

I hand her a red bikini and I shoo her off to change. I grab denim shorts and one of my shirts that she has for her to wear today. I toss it to her when she walks out. I help her pack a few extra things and we grab the snacks from her mom.

I hand Y/N my helmet and I help her get on my motorcycle. I get on, I feel her arms wrap around my waist, and we drive off to the Chateau.

As soon as we arrive, I notice Kie pacing around. Why is everyone pacing?! I exclaim “Someone please tell me why everyone is pacing.” Kie replies “Shut up JJ! I have a lot on my mind…. Ooh, I like your outfit Y/N.” Y/N replies “Thanks. JJ picked it out. I was stress-pacing this morning.” Pope says “I have a great idea, guys. Let’s go on the boat.” John B replies “But shots first. We need to take the edge off.” I smile and say “That’s my kind of move. Let’s do it.” John B pours us all alcohol in random cups and we throw it back.

We get on the boat and I make sure to put the snacks from Y/N’s mom in the cooler along with extra drinks. We’re set for the day.

I get behind the wheel and I pull Y/N to sit on the seat, so if I lean back, I lean between her legs. I like being close to her and I know it is clingy, but I love having some part of me touching some part of her at all times. 

We cruise around the water for awhile letting the breeze run through our hair and just enjoying each other’s company. 

I pull us to a dock and we stop for a bit, so we can all jump in the water. 

Y/N pulls off her shirt and shorts. Kie compliments her bathing suit and she once again compliments me for picking it out. Kie smiles at me and says “I didn’t know you were so into fashion, JJ.” I reply “I just like the color red on Y/N. I can’t help that she looks good in everything... and nothing.” Y/N starts chasing me and I dive into the water before she can get me.  Everyone jumps in and we swim for awhile. 

After swimming, we eat the sandwiches from Y/N’s mom and we down the hard seltzers we brought. 

We ride around for awhile before we go back to the Chateau. Y/N offers to buy 2 pizzas if we can pitch in a tip for the delivery driver and give her some money. She honestly is the best. My little sugar mommy;)

2 pizzas and some beers later, we all find ourselves around a fire pit and chilling by the fire. Kie, Sarah, and Y/N have been talking near the boat for a while.

Pope asks “What could they be talking about for so long?” I answer “No idea. Girls are girls. Hopefully they are confiding in each other about why they were all stressed this morning.” John B replies “Ah, so Y/N has said nothing about it?” I answer “She said she just woke up jittery and stressed. She does sometimes, but this time has made her not herself. I was worried. I just want her to confide in someone even if it’s Kie or Sarah.” Pope replies “Gross, you two are so cute.” I playfully shove him causing him to laugh. Pope then asks “Don’t hit me, but have you told Y/N that you love her yet?” I sigh and answer “No.” John B replies “Take it from me, just say it. The future is too uncertain to not say you love her.” I reply “Wow, buzzkill alert. Shit, here they come. Haha, you are so funny, Pope.” Pope looks at me confused and pretends to laugh along with me.

Sarah immediately slides next to John B and they kiss. Pope says “PDA Alert!” Y/N sits next to me on the hammock and I ask “Do you want to kiss too?” She smiles and answers “Of course I do.” I lean in and smile into my kiss with her.

As the night ends, we clean up outside and start heading inside. I turn to Y/N and ask “Can you spend the night tonight?” Y/N answers “Yes I can. My mom said I could.” I reply “Good. I want to cuddle and I sleep better when I’m with you.” She smiles and replies “You’re so cute. I lo... I love cuddling with you.” Was she about to say she loves me?! 

We make it to my makeshift bedroom at the Chateau and we change into our pajamas. Y/N walks over to me and I say “The bed is so cold without you. Hurry and get in.” She laughs and slides into the bed. She wraps her arms around my stomach and I kiss her on the head. I have to tell her.

I exclaim “I need to tell you something.” Y/N sits up off my chest and looks into my eyes. I say “I really don’t want to lose you. Please keep that in mind.” She takes my hands and says “JJ, you’re worrying me. Are you okay?” I say “It’s not a bad thing necessarily... I guess it would be sad for me maybe... I just really have enjoyed these last 6 months of spending time with you. You’ve become someone very special to me and are the reason that I want to keep living to see another day. You brighten my day with your smile and your kind words. Y/N, I’ve loved you since the day I first laid eyes on you. I’m madly in love with you and I want to keep spending our days together. You are my everything truly. If you don’t feel the same way, please tell me, so I can move on.”  She drops my hands and asks “Do you really think I don’t love you?” I shrug and reply “I mean...” She quickly places her hands on either side of my face and says “Babe, it’s you. It’s always been you. I am so in love with you, JJ Maybank.” She leans in and I close the distance as we kiss.

I end up finding out that she was stressed this morning about how I’d react to her loving me. 

[zukos-tiny-burnt-ear]

Here we are! My version of the older gaang!

I'm gonna detail some of my thought processes below the cut

(Original for reference)

So for Aang, I had several gripes about his older version. The first and biggest one was that he looked wayyy to angular, so I softened up his feautures. Additionally, he's supposed to be about 23 in that drawing, and I mean, I thought he looked much much older than that (being 22 I think I have a little insight), so I tried to keep him a little uounger looking as well. Next problem was his clothes. To be perfectly fair I hated just about everything about them lol. Weird long-sleeve shirt under a vest/cape under a sash? It looked. Silly. I opted to keep his clothing similar to his Book 3 outfit, as I really liked it, and added his prayer beads(?), as well as a betrothal necklace! I feel by this point he and Katara would likely be married, and I liked the idea of Katara carving a necklace for Aang

For Katara, at first glance I didn't dislike her design, but then I looked at it closer. The short-sleeved shirt with the fur, implying that its made of quite a heavy and thick fabric sounds like a sensory nightmare. She appears to be wearing a shirt underneath, but the sleeves are clearly no longer than the topshirt, which seems. Weird and unnecessary. Skirt was okay, just a little boring, and she also is wearing pants underneath? So what I did was keep the general vibe, but made the top robe longer, and keep the bottom layer as just pants, trying to be more reminiscent of her old outfits. Gave the belt a little more ✨️pizazz✨️, and also gave her back her water pouch. I liked it, wanted her to have it. The last big change I did was I read up on Inuit tattoos, and decided to give her tattoos as well (Sokka was also originally going to get tattoos, but as it turns out the practice is almost done exclusively by woken and for women, so I decided against it)

Toph. I completely hated and have always hated the notion of her being a cop. It just. Doesn't really sit in line with her as a character imo. My other big gripe is they did nothing different to her hair! Anywho. So my biggest challenge was what would Toph actually do in the future? And I landed on pro-bending! I think she would have really enjoyed it, she'd get to Earthbend for a living (one of her favorite things), kick people's asses (another favorite thing), and make hella money (another favorite thing!) So I decided to put her in a pro-bending uniform, and try to imagine what early ones would look like (I figure she'd probably be one of the first pro-benders). Not much changed to be perfectly honest, aside from some coloring differences, more green trim denoting her as an Earthbender, rather than the neutral yellow/ reddish trim on the modern ones (also I realized only now that i covered her feet. Woops lol). I also chopped her hair short. I think she deserves it (eventually I'll get around to drawing a more up close version of her face/hair)

Zuko. Umm. His outfit baffles me. I cannot make any sense of it tbh. The shirt under the shoulder armor under the outer robe. The motorcycle-esque saddle bags. The skirt over the longer skirt. It all had to go lolol. I get that they were going for him being more like, adventure-ready/battle-ready, but he has a country to run! And is also trying to move away from the heavy militaristic/imperialistic image of said country. So I gave him a more relaxed, diplomatic looking outfit. Also. Where did his crown go? I put that back. He's the oldest of the groip, but still not quite 30. He's the only one that recieved any age lines, and it's just between his eyebrows (I imagine doing paperwork and sitting in meetings would make him furrow his brow a lot). Gave him the teeniest bit of facial hair, tbh I truly think the only one to grow reliable facial hair at this age range is Sokka lol

In my personal opinion, Sokka's original design is the best one. My least favorite part is probably the compression sleeve under the arm wraps, which seems redundant somehow. But overall not too bad! Still, I said I was gonna redesign them all, and I knew I could add a lil more sparkle to it. I wanted to take inspiration from Hakoda's outfits. Sokka really looks up to his dad, so I feel like modeling some of his clothing after him isn't a stretch at all. I also just personally believe that Sokka would wesr Uggs. So I've given him shoes similar to them lolol. Also gave him some facial hair starting to become similar to his dad's as well

[professorpski]

Fashion Patternmaking Techniques: Jackets, Coats and Cloaks

This is another volume by Antonio Donnanno which uses the block or sloper method to create a whole variety of garments. This one covers jackets from the ubiquitous blazer to the motorcycle jacket to the more interesting cuts that women only tend to wear. It defines types of jackets and coats as you see here with the raglan sleeve, the redingote, and what he calls the Montgomery and we call the duffle coat. The redingote, by the way is a reworking by the French of the word riding-coat, then reworked back into the English language. How is that for fun?

Along the way, he explains the basic terminology for different kinds of collars, sleeves, and garment lines for both women’s and men’s coats and jackets. Each one comes with a full sketch of how to draft the pattern pieces by altering the basic block: see the “Collarless Lapel” for part of an example of such a sketch. 

Capes and hoods in variety show up under the cloaks section, although I think they only work well for evening wear. I really like sleeves for daywear as you can remain warm and use your arms fully. But a striking cape is something most of us would be willing to cope with for an evening out. A last section explains how to cope with fitting problems for those garments that fall close to the body.

This is a technical manual and if you studied it closely, you would gain an almost encyclopedic knowledge of drafting and outer wear garment design. You can find it here at PromoPress: https://www.promopress.es/en/

[saytrrose]

random personal question, do you have any tattoos or piercings

also you seem knowledgeable in motorcycles do you.. have one because if the answer to all the above is yes then perhaps your track record is growing bro you should marry me /j

Yes I have tattoos, I have only 2 right now but I plan on getting more. I draw my own tattoos, I have a small rose on my wrist which served as my first tattoo and I got it matching with my stepmom and dad. It has multiple meanings.

Next one I got the past little over a month ago, a huge one that took maybe 5 hours straight and it’s on my outer thigh, 9x9 inches. This one!

I love colored tattoos. Also no, I don’t have any piercings though. I tried getting my ears pierced twice, different metals both times but I’d get an allergic reaction so they’d close up. I do like to wear fake piercings occasionally, specifically gold septum and helix.

Also I don’t have a motorcycle yet. I’ve saved up for my classes and I’m taking the course this summer so eventually hopefully. I’m very excited for that!

[htchnr]

♰ check up ༻ SAM AXE.*ೃ˚ part two.

✮ꜜ masterlist. ✮ꜜ buy me a coffee!

content warning mention of a cut ⋆ bloody bandages ⋆ Sam being the SWEETEST guy EVER ⋆ tooth rotting fluff ⋆ Sam's charms ⋆ heavy flirting ⋆ if i missed anything, lmk!

pairing paramedic!Sam x tattooed!sunshine!reader.

summary you deliver Sam the promised cake, as he fulfills his promise of checking on your cut. walking away with the promise of a coffee date. wordcount 2,7K.

© 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒 𝐇𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐍𝐑. 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲, 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦, 𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫!

you're shaking with good nerves as you drive your motorcycle to the hospital address Sam gave you. you put your whole soul into the cake after pulling it out of the oven, excited to give him a piece in return for his help. and to see that gorgeous smile of his again.

Sam's in the parking lot behind the hospital, leaning against the building's wall as he takes his break. he hears the loud sound of the motorcycle, watching a feminine figure round the parking lot, before nearing him. the motorcyclist stops before him, turning the engine off before pulling off her helmet to reveal you.

safe to say, Sam nearly chokes on his water, twisting the cap and chucking the bottle in the back of the ambulance. " well hey, handsome! how's work been? " your sunny smile greeting him as you unmount your bike.

he can spot a thin blue sundress sticking out from your thick motorcycle pants, happy that even in the warm weather you wear protective gear. he swallows, the sight of you riding in on your bike replaying in his head. " work's been nice and quiet, how's your day been? your leg doing okay? " he offers, sitting on the edge of the ambulance.

you smile and nod, " my day's been calm, " and Sam nearly forgets how to breathe as your smile widens. " my leg's been doing okay too. once more, thank you so much for checking it out and cleaning it up, it really means a lot to me, "

'anything for you', Sam wants to say, but finds himself just smiling and nodding, " once again, not a problem at all, doll. " watching you blush at the pet name.

" oh! " you turn around, pulling your backpack off your shoulders and resting it on the seat as you rummage through it and retrieve a container. " here! " you grin proudly, and Sam was melting into a sappy puddle at how happy you looked. " the cake i promised, " you handed him the container, " there's also a fork in there for you, just in case, " you add, zipping your pack shut.

he opens the container, and the smell of a rich chocolate cake comes wafting out. his eyes meeting a big slice of cake with strawberry sweet smelling frosting and a few heart sprinkles and all he can think about, is where to find a ring the quickest.

you watch him closely, watching his face morph into such a silly look as he grabs the fork in the container and takes a bite of the cake. the bite confirms it, a rich chocolate cake with deliciously soft and sweet strawberry frosting that all just melts in his mouth. oh yeah, he's two seconds away from being down on one knee.

you tilt your head with a widening smile, watching the big tough man melt as he eats. " i take it you like it? " you laugh, and the sound is music to Sam's ears.

he quickly swallows the bite he has in his mouth, looking up at you with those gorgeous eyes. " honestly i don't even have the words for how amazing this is, " he stumbles through his words, mind in the gutter as he blinks.

and all you can do is smile, smile so brightly it almost blinds him. he takes a minute, setting the cake aside as he gathers himself with a clear of his throat. " but besides your outer worldly baking skills, how's the leg doing? "

you blink, before nodding. " the leg's doing okay! it's a little sore around the cut, but nothing feels too painful. " you explain, leaning against your bike seat. " i'm gonna be honest i haven't once taken a look at it cause, " you shudder a little exaggeratedly, watching Sam listen attentively.

" want me to take a look at it right now? i've got plenty of time, " he offers instantly, he's maybe got ten minutes of his break left, but you don't need to know that.

you blush, eyes widen as you nod. you stand from your bike, unzipping your heeled boots and pulling them off before unzipping your protective pants and pulling them down. Sam can't take his eyes off of the scene before him, once your pants are pushed down the rest of the blue sundress flows down your heavily tattooed thighs and he catches the smallest glimpse of how far up the wild flowers go. his face reddens a little more.

he clears his throat, trying to fish his mind out of the gutter as he stands up, patting the back of the ambulance for you to sit. you nod, turning around to drape your pants over your bike and Sam's eyes are on your ass in an instant. mesmerised by the way the fabric thin and loose frames your figure.

you turn around, carefully stepping across the short distance of hot asphalt of the parking lot to the ambulance. you sit down, sucking in a breath as you find Sam on his knees before you putting on gloves, patting his thigh. " set your foot right there, that's it. " he hums — and good lord, it's your turn to fish your mind out of the gutter. " let's see how you're doing, " he mutters, carefully unwrapping the gauze.

once more you want to praise him for angling your leg in such a way that the wound is out of sight for you and you can still look at him. his big hands are ever so gentle once more as they hold your bare leg, setting the slightly bloodied gauze down by his boot so it's out of your sight. god, is there anything this man doesn't think of??

" this might be a little unpleasant, " he gently warns, carefully and slowly peeling the last bit of gauze that laid directly atop the wound. you suck in a breath at the feeling, hands clenching shut. " i know, i know. i'm sorry, honey. "

now you don't know if you're swallowing out of mild pain or if you're trying to reserve yourself. gosh, the way his words make you feel..

" there we go, " he praises, laying the last piece of gauze with the rest, now able to take a good look at the wound. his thick fingers handling your leg so gently as he looks and prods, you're putty in his hands. " well, everything's looking just fine here, sweetheart, " he concludes, looking up at you with a wide smile. you smile at the sight of his.

Sam's eyes return to the wound, eyes carefully dragging up your leg as he glances at your tattoos.

what he wouldn't do to be able to see all of them, trace them, ask about them..

he glances back up at you, head tilting as he looks passed you a little. " you remember how the big kit looked last time? " he asks, nodding to something behind you. you nod, and he smiles. " great, could you lean back and grab that for me? should be juuust behind that chair right there, "

you nod, turning to look behind you. you spot the kit, leaning back and stretching to grab it. Sam's eyes almost instantly drift between your thighs where your dress rises, just barely catching a glimpse of what look to be light blue lacy underwear. Sam's brows furrow in a painfully pleasured look, watching you grunt as you drag the kit for a better hold on it, your knees twitching up as you pull it forward.

he shakes his head as you sit up, the look on his face replaced with a slightly strained smile. " such an angel for me, thank you, " he praises, one more comment like that and you just might combust.

he takes the kit, opening it and grabbing some fresh gauze. " i'm gonna wrap it in some clean gauze, and then you should be alright and done. " with the way he talks you through this, you've got a feeling he definitely talks you through it while he's going at it- " how many tattoos do you think you've got? if you had to estimate, " his voice cuts through your thoughts.

you blink down at him, watching him carefully wrap your calf, your foot resting on his muscled thigh. you let out a breath, " gosh, i think i lost count years ago, " you laughed, and Sam's smile widened at the sound.

it only takes a second longer before he picks up the empty package from the gauze, picking up the older, bloodied pieces too and fitting them tightly into his large fist as to hide the blood from you. you caught a glimpse of the gauzes, but all you could think of was how his hands would look wrapped around different things.

he gets up, leaning in close as he stretches to throw it away behind you in the trashcan. you catch a waft of his cologne while he lingers close, and you almost feel dizzy with how good he smells.

he leans back, standing before you as he moves to lean against the open door, arms crossing. " there, how's that? " he grins, nodding down to your leg. his eyes dragging up your exposed thigh before meeting your eyes.

your chest is heaving a little, the closeness from just a minute ago sending your brain into a frenzy. you grin, nodding. " thank you so much, Sam, " his name rolling off your tongue in a way that his him dying to hear it cried from your lips.

he shakes his head, " anytime, honey, it's no problem. " that gorgeous smile making your chest heavy a little more. he leans down a little, his smile widening. you can spot a gold chain peaking out of his uniform shirt. uh oh.

" so, " he starts, trailing off a little. you subconsciously move in a little closer as well, eyes flitting between the newly discovered chain and his sweet eyes.

you look up through your lashes, " yeah? " your voice is more quiet, hanging off of whatever he'll say next.

" how 'bout some coffee, say this friday? " his voice lowers, his eyes flitting down to your lips.

you nod, almost instantly, leaning up and closer as he leans in. " then i can check up on your poor leg, make sure it's doing okay and not causing you any trouble, "

your chest is heaving at this point, Sam's eyes occasionally flitting down to watch your tatted breasts move up and down against the tight top of your sundress.

you swallow, Sam's eyes glued to your throat as he watches the motion. " friday works for me, " you whisper, almost as if you're out of breath.

Sam grins, leaning in further. you could just about feel his breath against your lips. " well then, " he whispers. you shift, trying to lean up even more. " sounds like a date to me, "

you nod eagerly, the tips of your noses ever so slightly brushing against each other. one if his large hands moves down to tuck a stray piece of hair behind your ear, his nose gently and playfully knocking against yours. your lips almost touching,

before the ring of your phone makes jump, knocking your noses against each other. you both groan, but burst out laughing. " i'm so sorry! " you laugh, holding your own nose before shooting up on your feet to cover his hand on his nose with yours.

he shakes his head, laughing as he wraps an arm around your waist. " don't worry about it, " the beautiful sound of his laughter like music to your ears. he nods to your pants from where the ringing is coming from, " you should really answer that though, hon, " he chuckles.

your eyes widen, laughing as you quickly but carefully step to your bike, almost tripping over your boots to get to your phone. Sam watches as you bend over the seat, one foot up as you try to reach for your phone. he drops his head back against the door, eyes glued to your ass as he imagines the lacy blue underwear he got a peak of just a bit ago.

you finally fish out your phone, quickly answering with a rushed, " hello! " as you push yourself back up, turning back to face Sam. " hey Michael! " Sam lets out a huff, of course it's Michael.

" you need, huh? uhh, " you scramble around, grabbing your pants as you clumsily shove one leg into them. " i can be there in ten? "

Sam watches closely, stepping in to grab your waist before you fall over as your figure wobbles a little. " phew, thanks, " you nod to Sam, who merely smiles and returns the nod. " what? no, nothing, " your eyes move to your phone, then back to Sam, who understands as he takes it from you, holding it by your ear so you can pull up your pants. you smile big as a thanks.

" again?? Mike i've got an order to fulfil by tomorrow, " you whine, tucking your dress into your pants. you grab one boot, shoving it on. " you better make it up somehow, Michael. " you huff, putting the other boot on and zipping them both up.

" uh huh, you better. " you adjust everything as you take the phone from Sam's warm hand, your fingers brushing his. you throw a leg over your seat, straddling it as you check if you have everything. " yeah, i'll be there. uh huh, see you Mike. " you nod along, hanging up.

you sigh, tucking your phone away before turning to Sam with a wide smile. " thanks for the close save, " you laugh.

Sam nods, " don't want you scraping up that pretty face, now do we? " he steps closer, that gorgeous, sleazy smile on his lips. he tilts his head, " what kind of order? if you don't mind, of course, "

you blush, shaking your head. " i've got an order for my bakery that i need to finish up, " and Sam's eyes widen in interest.

" a bakery you say? good for you that you're doing something with your incredible baking skills, " he grins, leaning in a little.

you smile, nodding. " well, i gotta go. rather get this over with so i can get back to finish everything up at home. " you tip your pretend hat at him as you start up your motorcycle, " i'll see you friday, handsome. " you grin, leaning over to press a kiss to his stubbled jaw. " have a nice day! " you wink, pulling out of the parking lot, leaving Sam blinking and breathless.

little does Sam know, that he'll be Michael's way of making it up to you later for today's help..

[thatndginger]

OC Deep Dive Tag

thank you very much @pandoras-comment-box for the tag (their answers for the fantastic Cal and Finder here!)

Rules: answer the following questions for your OCs!

I used a random die roll to pick which character got to answer these, and apparently the universe really likes Warrick right now, because he's the winner~

What uncommon/common fear do they have? 

Warrick is scared of heights, and also of outer space. His reasoning for that last one is that it is a near-perfect vacuum devoid of anything except for bullshit fake-but-actually-not stuff called ‘dark matter’ and ‘dark energy’. Of course he should be scared! Also: aliens.

Do they have any pet peeves? 

For someone who doesn’t really care about germs, he really hates it when people don’t wash their hands before putting them anywhere near their mouths. Or any orifice, really.

What are 3 items you can find in their bedroom? 

A duffel bag full of spraypaint cans. A poster for the “4th international motorcycle speed event” of 1964. A white, sheer silk shirt with a floral pattern.

What do they notice first in a person? 

Confidence, or lack thereof.

On a scale of 1 to 10, how high is their pain tolerance? 

For minor injuries 3/10. For major injuries 8/10. He’ll whine to hell and back about a stubbed toe, but will try to play off a dislocated joint like it’s no big deal.

Do they go into fight or flight mode when under pressure? 

Usually flight, unless he’s been backed into a corner.

Do they come from a big family/are they a family person? 

Yes, because Warrick considers the Pack to be his family. There are roughly 20-30 people who consider themselves Pack (the numbers fluctuate some as people come and go) which is a big family. And while he’s kind of flighty and forgetful Warrick’s end goal is to make sure they’re safe.

What animal represents them best?

…. Well, he is a werecougar. But if I had to pick another animal, it’d be a labrador retriever: friendly, loyal, sometimes kind of dumb, and 10th most dangerous dog breed in the US statistically.

What is a smell that they dislike? 

Banana.

Have they broken any bones? 

Yup. He’s broken a couple toes and fingers, and once one of the bones in his tail while in cougar form.

How would a stranger likely describe them? 

Cute in a gangly goofball way, flamboyant, fantastic hair, a little spacey.

Are they a night owl or a morning bird? 

Night Owl 100%. His preferred schedule is staying awake until 5am and sleeping until 2pm. Or later.

What is a flavor they hate and a flavor they love? 

Hate - sweet potato. Love - Fenugreek

Do they have any hobbies? 

Graffiti art, urban exploring, fleecing unsuspecting fools in games of pool.

Boom, surprise birthday party! How do they react to surprises? 

After he manages to restart his heart, Warrick is so fucking jazzed. People want to celebrate him? And they went to the trouble of planning a surprise party? This is the best thing to ever happen to him. Will try to pretend that this doesn’t make him want to cry happy tears, but is going to hug every single person in the room at least once and will be smiling like a loon the entire time.

Do they like to wear jewelry? 

Oh my god, yes. In addition to being a fashion disaster when it comes to clothes, Warrick loves accessorizing. He’s got a couple ear piercings and an eyebrow piercing that he’ll change out regularly, and always has some assortment of rings, bracelets, and necklaces. He doesn’t stick to one material either, so it’ll be a mix of gold, silver, leather, shell, or whatever else he’s found. It shouldn’t look good but somehow usually does.

Do they have neat or messy handwriting? 

Messy. So messy. Which is hilarious considering his graffiti writing is usually very neat and stylized. But give him a pen and it devolves to chicken scratch.

What are the two emotions they feel the most? 

Excitement and boredom.

Do they have a favorite fabric? 

Silk. Followed closely by linen. He’s a fan of natural fibers.

What kind of accent do they have?

A generic American accent with a bit of that northwestern accent (saying egg like “aygg”, caught as “cot”, pawned as “pond”)

I shall gently tag @sliceoflifeshepard @aritany @half-hell @a-crystallen-author if y'all would like to rant about an oc or two!

Here is a handy list of the questions to make it easy for you:

What uncommon/common fear do they have? Do they have any pet peeves? What are 3 items you can find in their bedroom? What do they notice first in a person? On a scale of 1 to 10, how high is their pain tolerance? Do they go into fight or flight mode when under pressure? Do they come from a big family/are they a family person? What animal represents them best? What is a smell that they dislike? Have they broken any bones? How would a stranger likely describe them? Are they a night owl or a morning bird? What is a flavor they hate and a flavor they love? Do they have any hobbies? Boom, surprise birthday party! How do they react to surprises? Do they like to wear jewelry? Do they have neat or messy handwriting? What are the two emotions they feel the most? Do they have a favorite fabric? What kind of accent do they have?