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[lunastarhawk]

WiP Wednesday

ToM part 27 is well underway, and I'm really excited for this one :)

Here's a silly snip...

As Altheia glanced around now, everything seemed to be in place.  Nadia, Nazali and Mazelinka were sat at one end of the table making small talk; Selina and Muriel stood in a comfortable silence together in a far corner with drinks in their hands and Theo spinning on the spot nearby with arms outstretched.  Portia, meanwhile, had gone to fetch Julian. Altheia looked up as Aisling returned with drinks for her and Asra, and smiled at her.  She’d certainly warmed to her, and was glad that Asra had found someone he could connect with.  The day before, Asra had taken Aisling to the tea shop that served the best peach tea in all of Vesuvia, and Altheia certainly wasn’t going to mention that he’d only found out about it after he’d promised to take Aisling there. “I’ve no idea what this is,” Aisling said as she handed Asra a cup. He looked down into the cup with a dubious frown.  “It… it’s blue.” “Aye, it is.”  Aisling looked down into her own cup, pondering the drink inside.  “Barth wouldn’t tell me what’s in it that makes it blue.” “You probably don’t want to know,” Altheia said with a wry smile.  “It’ll get you very drunk though.” “Oh!  Grand.”   Aisling took a sip, and almost immediately grimaced; Asra followed suit, and then coughed with his face screwed up in disgust. “Maybe hold off on it until you’re drunk enough not to care about the taste,” Altheia laughed, holding up her own glass of orange-flavoured rum.  “This is the good stuff.  Came from a bottle.  Get tipsy off that, then the punch in the bowls on the table.  Then the blue… whatever that is.  If you’re still standing by then.  Ignore Julian if he tells you to start with Salty Bitters, they're disgusting.” “Good idea.”  Asra glanced over at Barth to make sure he wasn’t looking, then turned and discretely poured both his and Aisling’s drinks into a plant pot. Altheia was glad that there were no secrets between her and Asra anymore.  When they’d returned from his gate after Altheia had banished the shadowy echoes and sealed up the portal to the void between realms, Asra had told her everything.  She knew now what Judgement had said to him - that without the Fool travelling between the Major Arcana realms, they had nothing to bind them together and were beginning to drift apart.  Where there had been an ocean between them, with the watery realm of Cups connecting them since time began, there was now simply a void.  That the Fool couldn’t return while they were trapped in the physical world as a vessel for Altheia’s soul.  That they couldn’t return even if she died, and that if she did die they’d be lost to the decay of the body into the earth.  They could only return if she found that part of her self that had been lost to the sea between the realms when she’d died and Asra had thrown her ashes into the sea at the Lazaret.  And that if the Fool couldn’t return to continue their journey between the Major Arcana realms, the only way to stop the realms from drifting apart and causing irreparable damage, would be for Altheia to take up that journey herself, sailing between the realms forever. But for tonight, they'd set all of that aside. Because tonight, this small gathering of people on a rooftop garden, was for Julian.

[dailyflicks]

DAILYFLICKS 30K EVENT: FAVORITE 90s FILM PER MEMBER ↳ THE MASK (1994) — Ashley (@buckysbarnes)

It's party time. P. A. R. T. Y? Because I gotta! 

[justagalwhowrites]

I saw this video and I feel like something like this would be fun to read! I have to ask would you ever consider writing a kidnapper!Joel fic?

https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZT8Dfp6Na/

Hi Bestie!

So.... Yes :)

Not quite the vibe of the linked video but I hope you enjoy it!

Run Rabbit: Part One

It was just over a year after the world ended that you were captured by Joel and Tommy Miller. They're harsh, they're cold and they're killers. But, as a nurse, you're a valuable person to have around and they're not the worst thing wandering the wasteland that was the United States. And there might be more to these men than meets the eye.

PLEASE READ ALL WARNINGS. Written as part of the @romana-after-dark Dead Dove December event (but posted late because it's impossible for me to make a deadline at the moment apparently.) This will be in two parts.

Relationship: Joel Miller x Female Reader X Tommy Miller

Warnings WHOLE FIC: DUBCON (reader is a captive, participation might be enthusiastic but consent is dubious under the circumstances.) Raider!Joel; Raider!Tommy; Captive reader; Canon-typical violence; graphic depictions of violence; graphic depictions of injury; attempted SA (not by Joel or Tommy); Dom/Sub dynamic but not an established relationship; Dom-ish Joel; Brat tamer-ish Joel; Sub-ish reader; DDDNE; M/F/M threesome; unprotected P in V sex; Anal sex; Oral sex; No use of Y/N; Minors DNI 18+ Only

Length: 8k

PLEASE NOTE: part one does not get smutty ❤️

Part 2

November, 2004

“You can have whatever you want, please!” 

Your hand was clamped over your mouth as you tried to keep quiet from your place below the floorboards. Your boyfriend, Zach, had tucked you into the crawl space when he ran in from hunting with three men on his tail. 

“They don’t know about you,” he’d said, breathless. “Stay quiet, I’ll get us out of this.” 

But even a year into the apocalypse, Zach wasn’t a great shot. It wasn’t long before he was out matched and the men were breaking down the door to the cabin you’d been holed up in for a few days. 

“Seemed awful keen to protect whatever it is you got,” one of the men said. “How do we know you’re not gonna just come and try to take it back?” 

“Should just kill ‘em,” another man said. “Don’t gotta worry about it then.” 

“No, no, I swear I won’t,” Zach pleaded. 

“Prove it,” the final man spoke for the first time. “Got no reason to trust you now, why should we leave you alive?”

You kept your hands tight over your mouth, trying not to cry, trying to stay quiet, hoping they’d leave Zach alive. 

“Because I have something better than supplies!” He yelled it, his words flowing together as he stumbled over them. 

“Like?” The third man said. 

“My girlfriend,” Zach panted. Your breath caught. “She was a nurse before, in an ER, she can keep you alive, you can have her, please…” 

“And where is this girlfriend?” The first man said. “You seem awful alone here…” 

You hoped Zach was just buying time, that he wouldn’t actually tell these animals where you were. 

You were wrong. 

“In the closet,” he said. “There’s a crawl space there, I told her to hide there while I took care of things here. Please, she’s worth a lot, she’s good at patching you up, she’s real pretty, you can have her, you can have her…” 

The sound of his begging almost covered the thud of boots as you heard the closet door creak open and the floor over your head disappeared. 

“Well, would you look at that,” a large man with shaggy curls and a patchy beard - the first one who has spoken, you thought - smirked down at you. “He’s not full of shit.”

“No,” you shook your head, eyes wide. “No, please…” 

The man ignored you, grabbing a fistful of fabric at your chest and hefting you up from the crawl space with a grunt. He dropped you on the ground and you tried to scramble away only to have another man grab your shoulder and throw you down. You landed on your backside, a different tall, broad man with dark curls looming over you. 

“Where you think you’re running to, little rabbit?” He smirked, the second man who had spoken. You pulled yourself back from him, looking for a way out. The third man, blond and pale and the youngest of them, stood over Zach, a gun pointed at his head. He started humming Run, Rabbit, Run as he smiled at your boyfriend, glancing your way, prowling toward Zach. A predator enjoying his prey. 

“So,” the first man dropped your pack that had been in the crawl space next to you at your side with a thud, making you jump. “You really a nurse?” 

“She is,” Zach answered for you. “She is and you can have her, please…” 

“Zach!” Tears tightened your throat. 

“I’m sorry, honey,” he said, not looking at you. “I’m sorry, but I can’t…” 

The man who pulled you from the crawl space sighed, pulling a handgun from his side, going up behind Zach and pressing the barrel to his head before pulling the trigger. Your scream hung in the air longer than the crack of the gun, the salty, metallic taste of Zach’s blood on your tongue as his body slumped to the ground. 

“Hey,” the man who shot Zach dropped to one knee in front of you, grabbing your face roughly, gripping your cheeks in his large hand. There was blood on him, too. “You really think that piece of shit is worth screamin’ and cryin’ over? He was sellin’ you, girl, he ain’t worth any grief of yours.” 

He released you and looked over his shoulder to the other dark haired man. 

“Tommy, got something we can hold her with?” The other man - Tommy, apparently - started going through his bag. He looked toward the blond next. “Vince, gather what you can, we’re heading out in 10. Made a lot of noise here, don’t want to wait and find out what that attracts.” 

“Are you going to kill me too?” You asked quietly. 

The man who seemed to be in charge cocked his head at you. 

“Now why would we go and do a thing like that?” He asked. “Your boyfriend might have been scum but he was right, you’re valuable cargo. You’re gonna be a good girl for us, right?” 

You weren’t really sure what to say to that, your heart beating so hard and fast you were sure this man could see your pulse in your throat. 

“Don’t really matter either way, does it?” He said as Tommy handed him some rope. “You either cooperate or you’re more trouble than you’re worth and we just kill you. Don’t make much difference to us. Hands out, wrists together.” 

You just looked at him and he sighed, pulling his sidearm out again and putting it below your chin. The muzzle was warm and wet from where he’d just killed Zach and, for a moment, you thought you were going to vomit. 

“Didn’t I just say I’d kill you if you got to be more trouble than you’re worth?” He said. “You’re already a lot of trouble by bein’ and extra mouth to feed so I recommend cooperating before my temper runs out. So. Hands out, wrists together.” 

You obeyed and the man wrapped your wrists in rope tight enough that you had no hope of wriggling out but not so tight that it was painful, just uncomfortable. He wrapped his large hand around the cluster of rope between your wrists and yanked you to your feet. 

“Got anything on you I should be worried about?” He asked. “Be a lot easier on you if you tell me now than later.” 

“Knife,” you said, voice shaky. “Right pocket.” 

“Good girl.” 

He reached into your pocket and pulled the weapon free, opening and examining the blade. 

“Know how to use this?” He asked, brows raised. 

“I’ve used it,” you replied. He nodded and closed it, putting it in his pocket. 

“Be a good enough girl for a long enough time and maybe you can get it back,” he said before turning to Tommy. “I’m gettin’ a head start with this one, heading north west, back to site. You know the way.” 

“I know it,” he said. “We’ll clear out quick, catch up soon.” 

The man who had you grabbed your pack from the floor and slung it over his shoulder before bringing his rifle around to his front, nudging you forward with the muzzle. 

“Let’s go,” he said. “Try and take off and I’ll shoot ya. And I don’t miss.” 

The man kept close to you, nudging you along in front of him and you tried not to trip on roots and overgrown brush but you’d only been walking about 20 minutes when you failed, falling with a pained grunt. The man sighed and grabbed you by the collar, pulling you to your feet. 

“You OK?” He asked, gun pointed at the ground and not at you. 

“Yes,” you said, even though your hands were scraped up and your knees hurt and you had your boyfriend’s blood on your skin and your throat hurt from screaming.

“Keep movin’,” he ordered. 

You kept looking back over your shoulder at him. He reminded you of a guy you dated once who was in the army. He never looked in one place too long, head constantly turning, looking, searching. There were threats, he knew that. He also knew how to see them coming. The gun was tilted toward the ground but close and ready. You were waiting for him to change his mind about you, to shoot you, too. Part of you wondered if this was part of a game for him, if he was going to walk with you just long enough to lull you into a false sense of security before shooting you. Maybe he liked the fear, the surprise. Maybe he’d given too much away by killing Zach and now he couldn’t get what he wanted from you. 

Maybe that was better than the alternative.

You were only walking about an hour when the other men, Tommy and Vince, caught up to you. The man you were with turned and pointed the gun, noticing their approach before you did. You froze, only realizing that it was probably a good time to run now that his attention was elsewhere once it was too late. 

“Just us, Joel,” Tommy called as they climbed up the hill you’d just made it up yourselves. “No trouble behind us.” 

The man - Joel, apparently - lowered the rifle and the men joined you. They had four packs between the two of them, two you didn’t recognize and two backpacking bags that you recognized as yours and Zach’s. Your stomach turned. 

“Not a terrible haul,” Tommy said. “These two had decent gear and must have just taken somethin’ good. A lot of jerky, good stock of ammo, some medical shit.” 

Joel looked down at you, his eyebrows raised. 

“You know how to use the shit in those bags?” He asked. You just looked back at him. He sighed and grabbed a fist full of your hair, jerking you close to him, making you squeak in shock. “Don’t play dumb, girl, you know how to use that shit?” 

“No,” you said sarcastically, not sure where the guts for that came from. “I enjoy hauling around shit I can’t do anything with.” 

Joel’s jaw tensed and you weren’t sure if he was about to yell or laugh. 

“Not gonna get far with an attitude like that, little rabbit,” Tommy said, but he was smirking a little. “Lot better for you if you just answer the questions when we ask ‘em.” 

You looked between the two men closest to you for a moment. You wondered if they were related. Their eyes were the same, same hair, too. They would have been handsome in another context, one where you weren’t afraid they were about to kill you. 

“It’s mine,” you said after a moment. “We were backpacking when the outbreak happened, we didn’t even know for a day or two, we were in the middle of the mountains and there weren’t other people around. I know how to use it all.” 

Joel released you. 

“Good to know you ain’t completely useless,” he said. 

“You mean outside the fact that I can save your life?” You bit out. Again, you weren’t sure why. 

He snorted. 

“Outside of that. Keep movin’.” 

With the other men there, Tommy took the lead and you followed, Vince and Joel behind you. You could feel Vince’s eyes on you, the cold, lecherous feeling of his gaze making your stomach churn. 

Night was starting to fall by the time you reached a cabin that showed greater signs of people than you’d seen in what felt like forever. There was a stack of wood on the front porch, a line between the house and a tree that looked like it was meant for drying clothes, barrels placed to gather rain water. You stopped, staring at the small structure. 

“Inside,” Joel said after a moment. 

“I have to pee.” 

He sighed. 

“Vince,” he said. “Take her to piss. Don’t fuckin’ touch her unless she tries to run, got it?” 

Vince groaned but nudged you off to the side of the house with the muzzle of his gun. You looked around, trying to get a lay of the land, see what a good route out might be. There was a small path that looked like it would take you deeper into the woods, eventually up into the Smokies. That was fine. If you could get your pack, you could survive out there for at least a week or two on your own, maybe find a settlement or something. You’d never had to survive on your own, you’d never hunted or shot a human being. Zach had handled that. You weren’t sure how long you could really make it on your own but you’d rather give that a shot than leave yourself to whatever these men had in store for you. 

“Here’s good,” Vince said after two minutes of walking. You held out your wrists and he raised his eyebrows. “You think I’m a fucking idiot?” 

“I can’t really pull my pants down like this,” you said. “I’m not a man, I can’t just whip my dick out…” 

He stomped over to you and unbutton and unzipped your jeans before yanking them down to your knees, ignoring your surprised sound before going back to your hips. His fingers trailed over your skin, sinking into the meat of your ass and making your stomach churn, before he pulled your panties down, too. You could feel his eyes on you, lingering on you, before he stood up. 

“There,” he said. “Happy?” 

He walked a few steps away and turned back to look at you. 

“I can’t go with you watching.” 

He shrugged. 

“Not my problem. You have to go bad enough, you’ll go.” 

You glared at him and held his gaze before squatting and peeing, missing toilet paper and privacy more than you had since the damn outbreak started. You straightened up when you were done and stood there, still looking at him. 

“Afraid you’ll have to come pull up my pants, too,” you said. “Since your boss apparently wants you to wait on me hand and foot.” 

A muscle in the man’s neck twitched but he stalked over and yanked your clothes back up, harshly buttoning and zipping your jeans before shoving you back toward the cabin hard enough that you stumbled. 

Inside, Joel and Tommy were sitting at a rustic table, a fire going in the nearby fireplace. There were two Nalgene bottles of water on the table and a bag of jerky between them. The jerky you recognized. You and Zach had made it just a few days earlier. 

You tried not to think about it. 

“He behave himself?” Joel asked, stretched out with his legs far in front of him. 

“You’re really gonna take this little cunt’s word over mine?” Vince asked. 

Joel just kept looking at you, ignoring him entirely. 

“Asked you a question girl,” he said. “He keep his hands to himself?” 

You glanced at Vince who was staring down Joel, his blue eyes hot and angry. You looked back to Joel. 

“He was fine,” you said. 

“Good,” Joel said, getting up, grabbing a bottle of water and going over to you. He put one of his huge hands on your shoulder, guiding you to the nearby couch and nudging you down onto it. 

You obeyed his unspoken command, lowering yourself slowly down but not relaxing into the cushion, staying on the edge of it. 

“Open,” he ordered. 

Your eyes narrowed. He glared back. 

“Open your mouth,” he said when you didn’t obey. 

“You put your dick in my mouth I’ll bite it clean off.”

Joel squared his jaw and held up the bottle of water. 

“Don’t got a smaller bottle right now and you can’t hold this with your hands tied. Don’t want you droppin’ dead from dehydration after we went through all the trouble to get you here so open your goddamn mouth.” 

You ground your teeth for a moment before you obeyed. He unscrewed the top and poured the water on your tongue, crisp and cool and making you aware of just how thirsty you’d become in the few hours you’d been with him. 

“Good girl,” he said. “Was that so hard?” 

Eventually, he stopped and you closed your mouth, wiping your lips on the back of your tied hands as he closed the bottle. 

“Don’t gotta worry about that shit from us,” he said. “Prefer when a woman begs for it, not about to take it from one who ain’t.” 

“Because I can trust what a group of murderers says,” you snapped. 

“Murderers,” Joel shrugged. “Not rapists. Hungry?” 

“Why?” You asked, tongue still sharp. “Going to be kind enough to give me scraps of the food you stole from me?” 

“Something like that,” Joel said. “If you’re gonna try to starve yourself to death, just let me know. Save you the trouble and put you down quick instead.” 

You watched him for a moment. For some reason, you trusted what he was saying to you. That he wasn’t going to hurt you - at least, not like that. That he was intending to keep you alive. 

“Not hungry,” you said eventually. 

Joel shrugged. 

“If you change your mind.” 

You sat on the edge of the couch cushion as the men took inventory of what they stole from you, what they killed Zach to take. You tried not to cry. 

It’s not like you’d been especially close to Zach when the outbreak happened. You hadn’t said “I love you” yet, you’d been dating for a month and a half and fucking for just a few weeks of that. 

The backpacking trip had been a spur of the moment thing for both of you. You had some vacation time to burn before the end of the quarter, his job was flexible and you’d bonded over a shared love of the outdoors. You’d ignored the words of caution from your girlfriends when he wanted to take you hiking for a second date, the two of you ending up exhausted but proud as you came to the end of the seven mile trail he’d selected. He kissed you there for the first time, his lips salty with trail mix and sweat and a view of a valley swelling with shades of green spread out below you. 

You were somewhere in the mountains when the world collapsed. You didn’t even know it had happened until you returned to where you’d parked your car to find the windows smashed and the inside looted, a body missing a chunk of its skull not far away. You’d ran to it on instinct, dropping to your knees beside them to check their pulse even though it was clear that there was no way they would be alive. Their skin was cold and there were fibrous, vine-like tendrils swarming in their brain. 

It had been you and Zach from there. He was more of a survivalist than you. He knew how to hunt and trap, taught you how to skin a rabbit and process a deer. You weren’t sure if you’d truly come to love him or not, if the feeling you had for him was just what happened when you went about surviving the end of the world with another person and became dependent on them for your very life. 

But you were certain that he hadn’t loved you. Not really. If he had, he never would have given you over to these men. 

You’d never have done that to him.

Maybe you did love him. You weren’t sure you’d ever know. 

“Sleep here,” Joel ordered as the day fully shifted to night and Tommy and Vince started readying for bed. “I’m keepin’ watch for now. We were gone long enough, some dumbasses might think they can move in. Don’t try anything.” 

He went onto the porch and you stretched out on the couch, the other men going into what you expected were bedrooms at the back of the cabin. Your hands were still bound. You stared at the dying embers of the fire, the orange glow, and cried. 

***

Joel needed Vince to stop acting like a shit head. 

The man didn’t seem to understand the position he was in. He was the least valuable person here. He was young, he was dumb and he was disposable. 

He just didn’t seem to realize it. If he kept looking at you like you were something he could take, he’d find out just how disposable he was.

Joel came in from his watch about 5 a.m. to find you whimpering quietly on the couch. He sighed. 

“You really still crying over that jackass you were with?” He asked as you sniffled quietly. 

“Shut up,” your voice was thick and wet. 

“He ain’t worth it,” he said gently, sitting in the armchair that was near where your head was. He wasn’t sure why he was bothering. But then, he’d never really taken a captive before. He usually just killed people or turned them loose. You were valuable enough to keep and sending you out into the wilderness alone seemed crueler than holding onto you. He just had no idea what the fuck he was supposed to do with you now. “He didn’t know who the fuck we were or what the fuck we’d do with you - lot worse out there than us, little girl - and he handed you over on a silver fuckin’ platter. More than happy to trade your pain for his sorry life.”��

“He’s the only person left that I knew,” you said softly. It was the first truly genuine thing Joel had heard you say. Except, maybe, when you asked if he was going to kill you. “I’m alone now.” 

“Not alone, little girl,” he said. He wasn’t sure why he was reassuring you. He shouldn’t care. “You’re better off.” 

“Why do you call me that?” You asked, lifting your head ever so slightly from the arm of the couch to look at him. “I’m not a little girl…” 

“Little compared to me,” he said. 

You scoffed and sniffed at the same time. 

“You’re a giant,” you said. “Everyone is little compared to you. Don’t see you calling Vinny there little boy…” 

Joel laughed a bit. 

“Maybe I should. And you’re a girl.” 

“I’m a woman,” you said, a spark of defiance in your tone. “I don’t think I’m much younger than you, if I am at all.” 

Joel frowned a bit at that. 

“How old are you?” He asked after a moment. 

You thought for a second, like you were doing the math. Which was fair. It’s not like he’d celebrated his last birthday, either, his stomach twisting at the thought. He had to think about it, too. 

“I’m 33,” you said. “How old are you?” 

He was surprised. Not that you looked terribly young, now that he thought about it. More that human faces lacked much definition to him anymore. Anyone older than a teenager looked about the same until they started going gray. You just seemed younger. 

“I’m 37,” he said. 

“Yeah, I’m not a girl,” you said, putting your head back down. 

“You could tell me your name,” he said. 

You scoffed. 

“Then I’m not sure what I’m supposed to call you, little girl,” he said. He could feel you glare at him. 

“I had a whole life before,” you said quietly, more to yourself than to Joel. “I had a house and a job and friends and I used to go to dinner and to concerts and buy the people I loved presents. I had a life before.” 

He realized then why he’d thought you were younger. You were, possibly, the most human person he’d come across in a year. Some small spark of divine mortality - the juxtaposition of life and a kind of death that was still possible - there in your eyes that didn’t exist in others. It seemed naive, in a way. Made you seem younger than you were. But he wasn’t sure that was it. Maybe you weren’t naive. Maybe part of you was just clinging to your humanity harder than anyone else left. 

“We all did,” he said, voice harsher than he’d really meant it to be. There was part of him that wanted to snap that tie in you. It was unfair that you got to keep it when he didn’t. But it was a kindness, too. You’d survive better without it. “You move on. Go to sleep.” 

He went to the room he shared with Tommy who was unconscious, sprawled out on the bed and snoring. Joel took the sleeping bag on the floor and stared at the ceiling, trying to make himself not listen for the sound of you crying in the next room. 

Things were surprisingly smooth with you for the next two days. Vince was a fucking idiot and got a nasty cut on his arm that you tended to, giving him stitches while he leered at you and Joel ground his teeth. 

He felt better with you tied. Your wrists, at the very least, but during the day when the men were coming and going, Joel bound you to a chair at the table. 

“Comfortable?” He asked the first time he did it. 

“No,” you spat, face scrunched in anger that was so fierce it was almost cute. If Joel even found things cute anymore. “I’m not.” 

“You gonna lose a hand from me cuttin’ off your circulation?” He asked instead. You just glared at him. “Good. Stay put, like a good girl.” 

“I hate you,” you seethed at him. 

Joel shrugged. 

“That’s fine,” he said. “Don’t gotta like me to keep me alive, do ya?” 

He went outside to gather wood. 

By the third night, you were yawning and looked barely conscious before the sun had even set. Joel frowned. 

“I keep telling you to sleep,” he said. “You ignoring me for fun or you think exhausting yourself is good for your health?” 

“I’d love to sleep,” you snapped. “But something about having my wrists bound keeps me up at night. Maybe it’s the discomfort, maybe it’s the looming threat of death, who can say?” 

Joel pulled Tommy and Vince aside after dinner, the men standing in the dirt outside the cabin, snow starting to drift down. 

“She hasn’t tried to hurt anyone yet,” Tommy shrugged. “Don’t think she’s gonna go far if she gets away and doesn’t seem like the kind to kill us in our sleep.” 

“Don’t like it,” Vince said, glaring at the cabin for a moment before looking back at Joel. “Can’t trust her as far as we can throw her…” 

“No one said shit about trust,” Joel cut him off. “But we can’t keep ‘er tied up forever.” 

“Fine,” Vince shrugged. “We can put her to use then kill her. Won’t need to tie her up then.” 

Joel could hear the blood in his ears. 

“Suggest that one more time, little boy, and see how long you last,” he straightened up as he said it, the full six inches he had on the younger man all the more apparent then. “You want to do that kind of shit, find someone else to run with.” 

“Fuck, sorry,” he raised his arms in a moment of surrender before crossing them again. “Just don’t come crying to me when she slits your fucking throat.” 

“Can’t cry if she kills me, can I?” Joel said, stomping back toward the house, pushing past Vince on the way. 

You were still bound to the chair. He wordlessly unwound the rope and you relaxed your elbows, stretching your arms as best you could with your wrists still tied. 

“Hands up,” he said. You frowned, just looking at him. “You heard me, you want me to untie you or not? Hands up.” 

You practically flung your wrists at him and he tried not to laugh at you as he loosened the knot and pulled the rope from your wrists. 

The second you were free, you rolled your shoulders and closed your eyes, groaning at the feeling of it. 

“God that’s good,” you moaned before you started flexing your fingers and rotating your wrists before you glared up at him again. “What? You try being tied up for days, see how you deal with it.” 

“Rather not,” Joel said, winding up the rope. “Better be a good girl, don’t try anything stupid.” 

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” you said as you spread your arms wide and sighed. Joel found himself smiling a little for the first time in he didn’t know how long. He stopped himself. 

“Actually get some sleep,” he said, voice gruff. “No good to us exhausted.” 

He left you alone, taking the bed in he and Tommy’s room that night and Tommy taking the floor. It took effort to not listen for you moving in the front room as he drifted off. 

He wasn’t sure how long he was asleep when Tommy shook him awake. 

“Joel,” he said urgently. “She’s gone.” 

***

Absolutely none of this was ideal. 

You were exhausted, the only thing keeping you upright the adrenaline that ran through your whole body. You didn’t have supplies, your pack and all its valuable contents in the bedrooms of the men. You were stuck running through snow, leaving a clear path to follow until the woods got dense enough that the snow hadn’t piled up much. 

But you had to go, you had to go now, now, now, right now. You couldn’t spend another night there like that, not when you had the option to get away, not when you had the use of your arms back. 

Your body wouldn’t let you sleep, even for an hour or two, even just for a night to try to make a break for it tomorrow. The second Joel had freed your hands it was like you could feel every part of your body in sharp, acute detail. Every frayed nerve, every thrumming vein, every peaked hair was stark and clear. You couldn’t relax enough to sleep. You had an opening, a chance. You had to take it, you had to. 

You didn’t even have your knife. 

But you had your body and you knew how to push yourself over long distances in the mountains. You’d been good at it before, too. You’d hiked most of your life, knowing how to get yourself to make it to the top of the next ridge even when your calves were burning and your lungs felt on the verge of collapse you knew you could make it. 

All you had to do was do that now, through all the exhaustion and all the panic, and put as much distance between yourself and those men as possible. 

You’d find some way to keep yourself alive eventually. There’d be supplies or a settlement. Something. You were sure of that. 

Mostly. 

Your breath rose in a cloud in front of you and you broke away from the trail into the brush of the woods, thankful that the moon was bright enough that you could have some sense of where you were going. 

You were just starting to relax a little when you heard it behind you. A sharp, shrill whistle. You froze. 

“Come on out, little rabbit,” Tommy called. “Not gonna hurt you…” 

“Shit,” you whispered as you panted for breath. They sounded pretty far away but they’d catch up eventually. 

You scrambled through the forest until you reached a cluster of ferns that was thick and full and you ducked into it. If you stayed quiet and still, they’d walk right past you. You could stay put for a while and then find your way from there. Simple. 

You tried to not shake from cold and fear as you heard the signs of the men getting close. There was the crunch of sticks, the rustle of leaves and the eerie sound of Vince humming Run, Rabbit, Run. The glare of a flashlight trickled between the ferns and you held your breath, the humming getting louder. 

For a second, a glorious second, you thought you were in the clear. Vince had passed your hiding spot, poking through the brush closest to the trail with his rifle but you were just far enough off the trail that he missed you, and you relaxed. 

Then you heard the snap of a twig. 

“Found you.” 

You spun, Vince turning the flashlight on and shining it in your face, all but blinding you. You threw up a hand instinctively to protect your eyes and he grabbed your wrist, yanking you out of your hiding spot and almost pulling your arm out of its socket in the process. 

You yelped in pain, you couldn’t help it, and he all but threw you onto the trail. Your eyes were still adjusting to the light but it took you a moment to realize that he had his gun trained on you. 

“Knew you’d take off on us,” he said, panting a little. You put your hands up and looked for a way out. “Knew you’d be more trouble than you’re worth…” 

You backed away from him, more on instinct than anything else, not able to watch where you were going and you shrieked as you tripped and fell back, landing hard and barely catching yourself before your head smacked into the rock of the path. You rose up on your hands quickly, scrambling back from him as best you could but he was standing, could see where he was going. You didn’t have a hope. 

“Please,” you whispered. “Please just… just let me go, you already have my supplies and…” 

“Can’t let you go with you knowing where we are,” he replied. “And you were already more trouble than you’re worth in my opinion…” 

“I stitched up your arm,” you said, tears stinging at your eyes. “I helped you…” 

“And those two idiots won’t even let me fuck you,” he cut you off. “What good is pussy you can’t fuck, hm?” 

“Please,” you said again. 

“That’s not an answer,” he prowled closer, the muzzle of his rifle so close you could almost touch it. Your heart was in your throat. “Think I’ll just kill you, bet that pretty head of yours would make all kinds of nice colors when I blow it off…” 

“Hey!” Tommy snapped, his gun up and pointed at Vince. “Know you’re not threatenin’ to kill her, not when we all agreed to keep her alive.” 

“You agreed,” Vince snapped. “You and your asshole brother, not me.” 

“That asshole has been keepin’ your sorry ass alive,” Joel growled from behind you. Your head whipped around to see him there, looming large over you. His gun was up, too, pointed at Vince. “You need us a whole hell of a lot more than we need you. You can do what I fuckin’ say or you can move on. But you keep pointing that gun at her and you ain’t gonna have much to move on with.” 

The three of them stood there for a moment, Vince aiming at you, Joel and Tommy aiming at him. Your heart felt like it was going to break your ribs it was beating so hard. 

Vince lowered his gun. Tommy did the same but Joel left his up. 

“Joel,” Vince said but Joel cut him off. 

“Don’t like men who don’t listen,” he said. “Not worth shit to me if you can’t take orders. Said you could join me and my brother if you did what you were told.” 

“I told you she’d run!” Vince snapped. 

“Don’t give a shit,” Joel said. “You think nurses pop up every five fuckin’ feet? She’s valuable. To us and to people we come across. Worth a little trouble. Worth a whole hell of a lot more trouble than you. Know your goddamn place.” 

He lowered his gun and looked down to you. 

“You alright, little girl?” 

You were too shaken to fight the nickname. Instead, you just nodded. 

“Good.” 

He slung his rifle on his back and reached down, yanking you sharply to your feet, the movement so rough it shocked you. Once you were on your feet, he grabbed you by your chin, his callused fingers harsh on your cheeks, and pulled your face close, so close that you’d expect him to kiss you if he were your lover. 

But he wasn’t that. He was your captor. 

“Thought I told you not to try anything stupid,” he asked, his face almost eerily calm but his tone on the edge of anger. “You seem smart enough to know better, give you an inch and you decide to take a mile. Several, in fact. Maybe Vince is right, maybe we should kill you…” 

“Joel,” Tommy said cautiously but Joel threw him a glare and he quieted. 

“You really think you can do better than us out there? Hm?” He demanded. “You think you can survive all on your lonesome?” 

“No,” you said, fighting to not cry. You hated that you reacted this way, that when you were scared or mad your first instinct was to cry. “But I could find…” 

“Find what?” He cut you off. “Find someone else who’s willin’ to stick their necks out for you? Willing to feed you, shelter you without takin’ more from you?” 

He released your chin and you slumped back from him, massaging your face and working your jaw, trying to right it. 

“You’re damn lucky to be with us, little girl,” he snapped. “Real damn lucky. Better start actin’ like it instead of running off like some scared little rabbit. Hands out.” 

“But…” 

“No,” he shook his head firmly. “You lost the privilege of using your fuckin’ hands without my permission. Hands. Out.” 

You obeyed, arms trembling, and he bound your wrists together, the ropes finding the same indentations they’d made on your skin before. He dropped your wrists once they were bound and you looked at him as you still fought to not cry. His eyes met yours, sharp and cold. 

“You’re mine now,” he said harshly. “Sooner you figure that out, the easier this gets for you. Move.” 

The walk back to the cabin felt long and, when you got there, you went to lay on the couch but Joel stopped you. 

“What do you think you’re doing?” He asked, shrugging out of his coat. 

You frowned. 

“Going to sleep…”

“Not there you’re not,” he said. “You’re sleepin’ with me, you don’t get to be unsupervised anymore.” 

Your eyes went wide and you shook your head. 

“No, no, please, you said you weren’t…” 

“Wasn’t offerin’ to fuck you, girl,” he cut you off. “You’re sleeping where I can fucking see you so get in my bed.” 

Your whole body shook as he nudged you to one of the back rooms. You hadn’t been in one of these before. You had no idea how to try to escape if you needed to. It was stupid of you, you realized now, to trust Joel when he said they might be murderers but they weren’t rapists. Just because they hadn’t forced themselves on you yet didn’t mean they wouldn’t now. 

The room wasn’t huge, a queen sized bed in the middle and a sleeping bag on the floor. There was a door - to a closet, you assumed - and a dresser with some picture frames on top. 

“Shoes off,” Joel said. 

“Please,” you said softly. “Please don’t do this, I…” 

“Didn’t I say I wasn’t offering to fuck you?” He asked, sounding exasperated. “I don’t want you tracking dirt into the goddamn bed. Shoes off, get in on that side, one by the dresser. I’ll keep my hands to myself if you will.”

You obeyed and curled as tightly in on yourself as you could, facing away from him. You felt the bed dip as he climbed in, the heat of his body close to yours. But he didn’t touch you. 

“Actually sleep,” Joel muttered after a moment. 

You glanced over your shoulder at him. He was flat on his back, eyes closed, arms crossed over his chest. The opposite of someone who looked like they were about to grope you the second you passed out. 

Still, you rolled to face him, curled tightly on yourself, and watched him until his body loosened and his breaths evened. Tommy snored lightly from the sleeping bag on the floor. You weren’t sure if their unconscious state made it feel safe enough to rest or your body gave out from exhaustion but, the next thing you knew, it was morning and you were alone. 

You sat up slowly, hands still bound, an unfamiliar blanket draped over you that hadn’t been the night before. 

You made your way slowly, cautiously, to the main part of the small house. The men were talking in low voices around the kitchen table and you hovered for a moment, not sure if you wanted them to notice you or not. 

But Tommy was the first to see you there, a slow smile spreading over his face. 

“Well hey there little rabbit,” he took a sip from a mug. “You look rested.” 

“Probably wore herself out taking off,” Vince muttered. 

“Gonna be just you and me today,” Tommy said, ignoring Vince’s comments. “Those two are headin’ out to do some business.” 

“Business?” You asked, brows raised. “Is that code for murder?” 

“Our business is none of yours, little girl,” Joel said, drinking from a mug of his own. “You stay here, behave yourself, and maybe we’ll bring you something back.” 

“Rather not get anything that comes from killing,” you said. “Thanks though.” 

Joel just rolled his eyes and shoved back from the table. 

“You’ll take what I give you and you’ll like it,” he said, coming to stand in front of you. He put two fingers below your chin and tilted it, forcing you too look him in the eye. “Gonna take off on me again? Or do I need to tie your legs up, too?” 

You gritted your teeth. 

“No.”

“Good girl.” 

Tommy helped you use the bathroom and you sat on the couch with jerky and sore wrists and resentment as you watched Joel and Vince get ready to head out to do… whatever it was they were about to go and do. 

You weren’t sure what you were supposed to do to pass the time. You’d had some books in your bags but you weren’t about to risk pissing off the men for a little entertainment. 

But Tommy didn’t let you sit in silence for too long, flopping down next to you on the couch as you tried to find patterns in the peeling paint of he wall. You looked at him, cagey. He smiled. 

“You’re cute when you sleep.” 

You frowned. 

“What?” 

“You’re cute when you sleep,” he said again. “All curled up and shit, just like a little rabbit.” 

You shrank back from him and he put his hands up. 

“Not gonna touch you,” he said. “Unless you wanted me to.” 

“Well… I don’t.”

He shrugged. 

“Didn’t expect you would,” he said. 

He was quiet again for a few minutes before he spoke again, a gleam in his eye when he did. 

“Wouldn’t happen to play poker, would you?”

You didn’t but he seemed happy enough to teach you. But you couldn’t hold the cards well with your wrists bound and, after a few minutes of struggling, Tommy glanced toward the door like he was half expecting Joel to walk through it. 

“Gimme those,” he said, holding his hands out. You thrust your wrists at him faster than you were proud of and he laughed a little, taking hold of you gently. He paused before starting at the rope. “You’re not gonna take off on me, right, little rabbit?” 

“Not at the moment,” you said. 

“Good,” he replied, untying you. “Not a fan of keepin’ you all tied up anyway…” 

You turned your wrists, the bones popping as you luxuriated in the movement. 

“Thank you,” you said, massaging one wrist and then the other. 

He shrugged. 

“The game is Texas Hold ‘Em,” he said, dealing. “We’ll play a few hands open and then see how you do…” 

It was oddly easy to forget that you were being held captive when playing cards with Tommy. He was lighter than the other men, more like people you remembered from before, making easy going conversation about things that hadn’t mattered in more than a year. 

“I’m still mad that I didn’t get to see the second Matrix,” you said, watching as Tommy put the flop on the table. 

“That, darlin’, was a blessing,” he replied. “Wasn’t nearly as good as the first.” 

“I heard that, but still,” you said, looking at the seven of clubs, three of hearts and king of clubs on the table and trying not to smile at the seven of spades and king of hearts in your hand. “I think it might have been better than I heard. And maybe it would have made more sense when the third one came out…” 

“Maybe,” Tommy said, putting the turn on the table. Ace of diamonds, no good for you. “But I dunno, you seem too smart to like something that shitty.” 

“Bold assumption,” you smiled a little and he smiled back. 

“Before I put the river card out,” he said. “How about we make this interesting?” 

“Interesting,” you frowned. “Interesting how?” 

“I win, you tell me something about yourself,” he said. “You win, I’ll give you something you want. Can’t be a weapon but something else.” 

You looked at him, brows raised. 

“C’mon, little rabbit,” he gave you a cocky smirk. “Let’s have some fun.” 

You looked at your hand again. 

“Alright,” you smiled a little. “Let’s do it.” 

The river was the king of spades and you tried not to smile too wide. 

“Alright,” he said, looking like he was holding back a grin himself. “I’ll show you mine then you show me yours.” 

You shrugged and he smiled as he put the king of diamonds and the three of spades on the table. 

“Full house,” he said. “Kings over threes.” 

“Damn,” you sighed. “I just have the kings…” you lowered the card, looking disappointed and enjoyed Tommy’s excited expression for half a second before you put the second card on the table. “Oh, and the sevens. Sevens are higher than threes, right? I mean, I only went to nursing school, I can’t be sure…” 

“You little shit,” Tommy laughed. “You’ve got a damn fine poker face on you! Alright, what is it you want?” 

“My books,” you said immediately. “I had two, I think, in my pack. I’d like them. Please.” 

“I can get you the books,” he smiled. “You sit tight.” 

He brought you the books and you played another hand with the same stakes. And another. And another. And more after that.

You got some hair ties and clean socks out of the deal. Tommy got to know your favorite food and what you liked to watch on TV back when there was TV. 

After a while, he looked at the books that you’d set aside on the table. He picked up the top one, Slaughterhouse Five. 

“Think this was on my reading list in high school,” he said, looking over the back of it. “Never actually read it though.” 

“It’s good,” you said. “You missed out.” 

“Read it to me,” he said, holding it out to you. 

“Read it to you?” You asked, brows raised. “What are you, five?” 

“Never much enjoyed reading,” he shrugged, still holding the book out. “But I like listening. Like listening to you well enough. C’mon, little rabbit. Tell me a story.” 

You considered him for a moment. You felt oddly safe with Tommy. You weren’t sure if it was because he was showing you kindness and one of the only three people left in the world you knew now or if he was actually safe. You weren’t sure you could trust anything you were thinking and feeling. 

But reading to him didn’t sound bad. 

“Can we move to the couch?” You asked. 

He laughed. 

“Think we can manage it.” 

You settled on the couch, you folded into a corner and Tommy stretched out. He watched you closely as you opened the book. 

“All this happened, more or less…” 

You fell asleep on the couch before Joel and Vince made it back but you woke up in he bed, Tommy snoring next to you. 

Part 2

A/N: Hey yeah so... this was supposed to be a one shot but it got away from me. So now it's two parts. Part two up sometime within the next week or so ❤️

[slashingdisneypasta]

Imagine all the Cruella's working in the same company though! They would be so powerful XD

1996!Cruella owns the company. House of De VIl is her fashion empire; she manages, judges and directs.

Book!Cruella is a main investor- she sucks her poor husband dry for funds and owns 45 percent of shares. She also wears a lot of the clothes out to fancy socialite events which is valuable free publicity.

And also she often pops by and annoys '96 with her input because she's the only other 'Cruella' who '96 h a s to listen to, pretty much. *cough* OUAT can try it all she likes but no one listens to her 'good advice' (And sometimes it actually is good advice), because most of the time she's liable to ruin them just for fun *cough*

Animated!Cruella is their biggest customer- so big in fact that she's weaselled herself practically into the company 'family'. She's often where she's not supposed to be, like board meetings, because she 'accidentally wondered' too far from the dressing rooms looking for a bathroom. Oopsie.

OUAT!Cruella models, because, I mean- Look at this post I just made.

Estella is an intern for now, but a v e r y promising one. She gets them coffee and they begrudgingly use some of her designs (Like the Baroness did, because she was SO CRUELLA CODED- ).

Descendants!Cruella is the woman '96 built up the company with and then p u s h e d o u t, making her poor and bitter, but has recently come back by sneakily bidding online and earning 1% of the shares XD The bitches have gotta listen to her, now. Hahaha!

[fanficfanatic000]

(A date?) E.M one

Nerd loser eddie x nerd loser fem reader

Trigger warning 18 + content no minors

Summary ( the fem reader works at a craft shop .seems and patches. Reader has more alt style. Reader is 21 and Eddie's 22. Eddie dropped out of high-school after almost dieing. The reader has zero friendsUntil a certain boy came into your work.)

A usual day usually consists of older women asking for floral pattern fabric And the white thread until today It was afternoon when you heard the bell on the door ring as someone with clanking chains walked in "welcome to seems and patches anything ya looking looking for?"You had to greet every customer because The job made you. He walked up to the counter. His figure was tall and leaned back Slightly his ripped dark blue jeans slightly baggy and hanging over his dirty white sneakers. His black Metallica t shirt was slighty tight clinging to his chest under a Jean jacket and a Jean vest. His doe brown eyes looking at you with his small stubble on his chin and a grin. "Uh do you guys have any sew on patches?" He raised an eyebrow"Yep our patches would be in isle 8" you smile "yeah thank you..." his hand on the back of his neck and he gulped "um can you come with me... i kinda wanted a second opinion and...." he gets flustered from your stare "n-nevermind" you smile "no problem its a pretty slow day anyways" his face immediately brightened and the red from his face drained "thanks p-pretty girl" and that caught you of guard cause no one has said that. Your face turned pink "you okay?"He looked down at your name tag "y/n?"You awkwardly nodded yes "um yeah its just no one has ever said that..."He tilted his head "?thank you?" His nose slightly scrunched "no ive never r-really been called pretty" you look down and you walk towards the isle slowly "seriously?""Yep" you say popping the p "Well i think thats probably because you make them nervous so they could never get it out.." his words have you all red and filled with butterflies he runs infront of you and held his hand out "im eddie."You put your hand in his ringed hand "hi eddie" he smiles wide and his beautiful eyes sparkle then you made it to the patches. He grabs a Metallica patch and holds it to the Jean vest. "Where would this look good?" You grabbed the patch from him and put it on the left of his chest. The air heated from noticing how close he really was. "Here would look pretty good"You hear a shaky breath exhale from eddie "Yeah" his face a pink tint as he grabbed a patch with a little coffen on it "how about this one?" You put it under the spot of the other one. The sunsetting out side "um i gotta check out now my uncle wanted me to get pizza and he's probably so Starved" he laughs slightly. As he just gave you an explanation to leave a store. "Well eddie i hope you enjoy your new patches." You say scanning them he smiles "ya know im thinking ill need more tomorrow if a certain pretty girl will be here." He leaned foreword and winked playfully. And you handed him the patches and he stepped out the clear glass door and you watch as he fist pumped in the air then basically skipped away.

look for part two with hash tag

A date em

[thegamingcatmom]

Okay but now I can't get Miri the Tired Studhorse out of my head. 🐎😭

HELP.

Like-

She's literally just made one village lady very happy indeed. Said village lady just left out the door, a noticeable limp to her step that would raise concern, if it wasn´t for that dreamy smile on her face.

And Miranda?

(That´s the look she gives AFTER those girls have left. She´s got a reputation to uphold, after all. Can´t let them think she actually fancies those "meetings".)

Tired, worn-out.

As everyone who "works" day and night to fulfill their duties would be. But needs must when one strives to achieve the unimaginable, the impossible - a true wonder.

Her Eva...

She's about to close the door and get some well-deserved rest, when-

.

Some Village Girl, just so able to prevent the door from smacking her right in the face "Oh! Jesus. M-Mother Miranda?"

Miri, already done af: *ffs*

Also Miri: *opens the door a crack, hardly enough to peek outside*

Some Village Girl: *twirls her hair, bats her eyelashes*

Some Village Girl, thirsty nervous af: "P-Please forgive the late disturbance, holy Mother. I was in the area, collecting herbs for the soup my Papa loves so much. The one I made for you the last time we...well, I mean-"

Miri: "..."

Miri: *eye starts twitching, but remains otherwise still because bish is too worn-out to care*

Some Village Girl, realizing she gotta speed things up if she ever wants to make soup again: "W-Well, it matters not. I was simply wondering if you would like...some?"

Miri: "..."

Some Village Girl: "...S-Some soup, I mean? Considering I am...here. With herbs. Freshly plucked. Ripe for the ta-making! R-Ripe for the...making. Yes."

Miri: "..."

Some Village Girl: *twirls her hair, bats her eyelashes*

Miri: *swallows*

Some Village Girl, starting to panic: "O-Or maybe another time? Of course you are busy, how foolish of me! P-Please accept my most sincere apolo-"

Miri: *lifts one hand to shut the girl up*

Some Village Girl: 🤐

Also Miri: *gives the girl a thorough once-over*

Some Village Girl: *flushed face, sweat starting to coat her skin, heavy breathing from her incessant babbling, bites her lip in worry-*

Miri: *swallows again*

Also Miri: *opens the door and steps aside*

Some Village Girl, on cloud nine already: "...O-Oh, really? I-I mean, if it pleases you, holy Mo-"

Miri, too horny now to NOT give a f: "QUIT your incessant babbling, girl! Either come in and make good on your soup-promise or get OUT of my sight and pray your Papa will not suffer the consequences of your pitiful attempt at courting!"

Some Village Girl, torn between feeling terrified and horny af: "Y-Yes! Of course, holy Mother! At once! I-"

The rest of Some Village Girl's incessant babbling is swallowed as the door is thrown shut behind her.

...It doesn't take long before different sounds start echoing through the night, however.

.

Sigh.

A sheperd's life is no easy feat. One must be prepared to tend to their flock day and night to ensure their utility, so they may continue to provide value to the sheperd´s livelihood in return.

Furthermore, one must always be on the lookout for dangers that could strike at any moment, disrupting the carefully constructed balance that has brought stability and efficiency for decades.

.

.

.

Yes. MC is "dangers." Funny, considering-

Miranda is a wolf in sheperd´s clothing.

[mayajadewrites]

I Wish I Hated You (Levi Ackerman x Reader)

summary: You don't do second chances. Especially after you gave your heart to Levi Ackerman, and he decided to throw it away so the next person has to repair the damage. Will Levi put his ego aside and finally admit his feelings for you are far deeper than you imagined? Or is a second chance out of the question?

warnings: eventual smut, this is a slow burn

ao3

C H A P T E R T H R E E: K E Y

You look around your entire apartment to see if Levi left the spare key you gave him. 

Nothing.

You sigh and admit defeat as you sip on your coffee which was made perfectly made. 

The bagel is warm so it couldn't have been long since Levi stopped by. Reluctantly, you take a bite of the bagel your ex boyfriend brought you. This too is perfectly made.

"He must've gotten these from the shop by his house." You say to yourself as you scroll through your phone, trying to kill time. You find Hange's name and text her to pick you up to bring you to your car.

Hange: Don't you have your car back already?

You: Um no... I woke up 15 minutes ago.

Hange: I helped Levi bring it to your house like 45 minutes ago. I thought you knew.

You move your curtain out of the way and see your car perfectly parked in your assigned spot. It looks like he got it washed, too. 

You're fuming. Who does this man think he is? 

You: I need you to give me my key back.

Levi: Why don't you start the conversation off with 'Thank you Levi for getting my car for me, getting it washed, and grabbing me breakfast'. 

You: I don't need to be nice to you. Give me my key back.

Levi: Ok but I made copies.

Of fucking course he did.

You: What is your deal? We're not together anymore so why do you need a key to my house? I gave you back your key.

Levi: You can get another key if you want.

You: That is not the point. The point is we broke up. So we don't need to be in each others lives at all anymore.

Levi: I never said I didn't want you in my life.

Tsk. The nerve of this man. 

You: You made it clear that you didn't want something long term with me. So what was the point of wasting both of our times?

Levi didn't respond. Ghosted. Typical for him. 

- 

The next day you have the opening shift - 6am to 2 pm. You prefer the morning shifts but the wake ups never get easier. 

You help serve the customers and make coffee - thankfully your shop is locally owned and doesn't get terribly busy. You also get to see the same faces every day which is comforting. 

When you look up after making a matcha latte, you see Mikasa Ackerman. Levi's cousin who you took on as your little sister. After the break up, you swore you would stay in her life. Your face lights up when her eyes meet yours and you run around the counter to give her a hug.

"Mikasa! God I missed you!" You cup her face with your hands. "You look good. How's life? How's Eren?" 

"I missed you too." Mikasa smiled. "I'm good and Eren is good. We would love to go to dinner with you soon!" 

"Okay, but your cousin is not invited." You half laugh, mostly because he might actually show up.

"Absolutely not." She grabbed her latte. "I've gotta run to work, it was nice seeing you! I'll text you!" 

The rest of your workday went as normal. No Levi interruptions. 

"Have a good day!" You wave goodbye to your boss and open the door to leave.

There he is, leaning against your car. 

You swat at him to get off your car. "Don't you have a job?" 

"I do. I'm on my lunch." Levi moved to the left of where he just was. 

"Okay... so go get something for lunch. I'm leaving." 

"I wanted to get lunch with you. We should talk." 

"Oh now we should talk." You raise your arms. "Now Levi Ackerman is ready to talk. That's great, talk to a therapist." You slam your car door and start the engine.

"If I talk to a therapist can I take you to lunch?"

"No."

"I want us to be friends." Levi leaned into your car. You can't help but stare at his sculpted jawline and his jet black locks that cover one of his eyebrows. He definitely just got his undercut done. 

"We can't be friends." You snap yourself out of whatever trance you were in. "I don't need any more friends."

"You have 1 friend and that's Hange."

"And that's enough for me. Anything else?"

"We're gonna be friends." Levi tapped the car window. "You don't really have a choice."

"You're like a roach." You press the button for your window to close. Levi's still staring at you intently. He never answered your text but felt so compelled to show up to your job and beg you to be friends? 

- 

As days go by, you feel the hole in your heart that Levi left start to close ever so slightly. You're nowhere near rebuilt, but you're healing. You spend your time working, writing, reading, and trying your best to avoid seeing Levi. He's stopped his random visits and hasn't text you, which feels... right. You're not supposed to talk to your ex boyfriend after you break up. Especially when you didn't want to break up but HE didn't want to commit long term.

...Right?

[sunsetsandsunshine]

If me and my mutual’s were the Spider-gang…

❤️EMERY AS MILES MORALES🖤 @sunsetsandsunshine

Y’ALL ALREADY KNOOOOWWWW 💘💞💖💕💗💓

Artist of the group

My Dad is a police officer AND detective sooooooo…

He has done the “You gotta say I love you back” thing to me multiple times…

Fucking loves having friends and talking to people

COMIC BOOKS ARE LIFE‼️ COMIC BOOKS ARE LOVE‼️

Keeping the collectibles I N S I D E of the box!!! IT STAYS NICE AND FRESH THAT WAY— LIKE PRODUCE YK???!!!

Tries to be quote on quote “cooler” in front of others…

Newsflash? It never works

💝 Family lover all the way 💝

Music is LIFE 🎶🎤🎵🎼…idfk what we’d do without it…

A collector of many random things— rocks, toys, bracelets you NAME it

Hyperactive as HELL

Has a hard time accepting loss

“NAH” “🫠” “UHM…” “AAAAAAAAHHHHH”

A sketchbook for literally every season

When it comes to friendships, I will try everything in my power to maintain it and try to keep it going but once I’m done? I’m done 🫶🏾

A singer 😩🤚🏾

Physical affection 🫣💕💓

Apologies WAAAAAAY too fucking much

H A P P Y. S T I M S.

Suppressed anger issues

Knows way too many people both online and irl

Becomes a whole different person when angry 🥸👍🏾

Beatboxes and raps horribly

Basically Miles is me and I’m Miles ❤️🖤

🤍JOJO AS GWEN STACY🩵 @shut-up-jo

Cool af legit why the hell are you friends with me man—

Musician of the group 🪗🎷🎻🎺🎹🥁🎸

Shows up to your house without warning like you owe her money

In a band (most def)

Says the most DIABOLICAL and out of pocket shit known to MAN

🔥 Would burn down the kitchen if she ever cooked 🔥

Listens to Billy Joel 😌

POPULAR AF

Short af too 🤪🫶🏼

BAD PICK-UP LINES…

Would be cancelled if any of her texts got leaked

“DIE” “KYS” “CHOKE” “STFU”

Had the WORST 2020 phase (I’m sorry ilysm please don’t kill me 🙏🏼)

AOT lover (as you fucking should )

Honesty is the best policy 💋

Changes her voice depending on who she’s talking to

Has the most fucking unhinged and cursed FYP page

Doesn’t matter what social media app…it’s just straight up CURSED

Gives the best advice like oml

Could host a TED-talk but would there’s a 99.9% she would get cancelled

Needs to take a flipping BREAK 💕

Could make a TV show with her life (with like a million specials and crossovers)

Licks the powder off the Doritos and/or Taki’s and puts them back in the bag 😶…

Has burned Barbie’s before

Unironically sings 'Dance Monkey' just because

Your so so silly I love you so much 🤍🩵

💛SANA AS PAVITIR🩷 @itzsana-kiddingmenow

If sunshine were a person 🌞

Has a really toxic fanbase…

✨Anxiety✨

The best cook out of all 4 of us probably

“🥺” “GRRRRRRR” “🙈” “NAUUUR”

Calls people adorable, cute etc but can’t handle when people say that to her 🥹💓

Your adorable btw ☺️

When she’s mad she doesn’t cuss that much but most def just says big words

#TOXICFRIENDSGANG

Takes selfies like every single second 📱

Has Snapchat probably

Has listened to JoJo Siwa’s Karma WAAAAY too many times…

Would fold like a lawn chair if poked in the side 💕

FANGIRL

✨ Bilingual queen ✨

Sobbed for DAYS when MatPat dropped his departure video…

Is way too fucking smart 😉

Has the Ultimate Alpha Sigma Gyatt Rizz but doesn’t know it quite yet 👁️🫦👁️

A tea lover ☕️🍵

Would go to antique stores with people to just look at things and then end up buying the whole ass store

Does cartwheels for funsies

Overthinker ☹️

Could solo Bakugou and win

Is going to be a menace one she learns how to drive

Needs more sleep frfr

My lil sugar cream puff over here you guys 💛🩷

💙ZEEZIE AS HOBIE BROWN❤️ @ziipzeepzop-eez

101% effort in E V E R Y T H I N G

Side-eyes 🤨

Has more rizz than the whole Earth population combined

“FW” “THAT’S RACIST” “TWWINNNN” “YUUURR”

EMOJIS EMOJIS EMOJIS EMOJIS EMOJIS EMOJIS

Did I say emojis?

Comes up with the most cutest freaking nicknames for people 🥹💕🩷☹️💓✨

TAKE A BREAK 😡😡😡

Can most definitely win a dance battle against anyone but acts like she can’t

Dad jokes 🫶🏽

Uses finger guns unironically (through text and in person) 👉🏽👉🏽

Could make a diss-track about so many people 🫢…

Would have a million cats if she could

Probably had a Gacha Life phase

Would go to a movie theater just to watch cat videos on the big screen

Popular af 💕

Friends with legit everyone 🙏🏽

Would actually murder a man if they hurt one of her friends

Has watched Coraline and The Nightmare Before Christmas soooooo many damn times

Guillmero Del Toro’s Pinocchio made her ugly cry (Same here 🫠)

Could solo everyone here on Tumblr easily 👁️👄👁️

Hates Twitter/X but only has it for the ✨drama✨

FAIRY LIIIGHTS

Is most def someone’s opp ☺️

Can multi-task like crazy

So cool and dazzling and aahhhfhfhds 💙❤️

(If any of this makes any of you guys uncomfy just DM me and I can erase it 🫶🏾)

[summerofofelia]

15 day BL challenge time!

OG here 💙

Day 12 - Wedding you wish you had an invite to

Okay, this one was a toughie BUT I gotta go with KinnPorsche because

1. It would be E X P E N S I V E. I’m talking custom tailored Valentino suits and swarovski crystals. Beyoncé would perform at the reception. Their wedding would be featured in Vogue.

Expensive husbands

2. You just know those mafia boys know how to party. We’d do shots out of diamond encrusted shot glasses. The dance floor would be chaotic. Tankhun would jump on a table and break it by doing a death drop. I’d wake up in a bin in another city a day later covered in gold dust and holding a brass pig.

We all know who the real star of the wedding would be

Honourable mention:

Fang & Tan’s wedding.

Tan would do a 10 minute speech sobbing about how much he adores Fang. Tan would ding a glass himself and be like, “oh I guess you have to kiss me now” and Fang would shake his head and smile, slightly embarrassed but so, so happy. Then the horde of giant dumb dumbs (said with much affection) known as their friends would tear the dance floor up with the aid of a thousand shots and cocktails, partying till 4am.

Oh they would P A R T Y

[weatheringfeelingsvn]

Can I request you do a nsfw alphabet for the therapists?

And maybe one for Miguel but separately cause I’m still mad at him

NSFW Below~

SONNIG’s

A = Aftercare: Is probably the one that will need the most aftercare but he will always prioritize you instead; how you view him, what you need. Even as he is experiencing sub drops, he will reassure you that he's fine. You gotta be a lil forceful with him to take care of him.

B = Body part: He will never admit this but he likes his arms. He worked hard for their muscle definition. He will explode if you admire them too. On you, he loves your hands. He thinks they’re pretty and they do magical things to him when you touch him.

C = Cum: It tastes like lemongrass tea :]

D = Dirty Secret: He’ll try anything you’re into, even if he tries to act like he won’t.

E = Experience: He’s only dated twice before, and they were pretty vanilla. Everything he’s doing with you is new to him.

F = Favorite Position: When you ride him or fuck him from above. Giddyup cowgirl/boy/person.

G = Goofy: With flirting and foreplay, it can be a little silly, he wants to start it off light! Once you get really into it though, he normally doesn’t have the concentration to crack a joke. 

H = Hair: He started off casually trimming because he was self conscious about it.… but then he started completely shaving… 

I = Intimacy: He craves it. Any touch you grant him is something that he wants, whether that touch be harsh or soothing, he just wants to be close. 

J = Jack off: Since he’s met you, he feels shame jacking off because you’re what he’s thinking of now. To sort of balance it out in his head, he also does some weird little rituals like ‘If I do this humiliating thing or feel this level of pain, it makes it a little more okay.’

K = Kink: He thinks he’s being lowkey with his submissive masochism kink. He’s not. He yearns to be dommed, degraded, taken care of. To be used.

L = Location: He feels safest in his bedroom with his dog tucked away safely elsewhere. He would die if Zodiac ever walked in on him. He’s not opposed to your teases in public, though. He likes the thrill… but only with you.

M = Motivation: Being completely at your beck and call.

N = No: No scat or excessive bodily harm. 

O = Oral: He’d happily please you. He’s a little experienced but he could always learn to do better.

P = Pace: He’ll follow whatever you’re feeling like that day, if you want to fuck him hard or edge him slowly.

Q = Quickie: You are literally the only person that could convince him of having a quickie outside of his home with just a look. You break down his barriers.

R = Risk: He is putty in your hands, you can screw him up pretty good. Whatever risky behaviors you wanna partake in, he’s gonna excitedly oblige.

S = Stamina: An amazing amount! He can go on for however long you want!

T = Toys: He has a few that he’s bought to experiment with. He’s open to more if that’s what you want.

U = Unfair: Likes to be the one that is teased. Can be edged for a long time if you so choose ;] He will beg the whole time.

V = Volume: He’s very responsive and with enough encouragement, he will allow himself to shed his shame and get loud.

W = Wild Card: He will probably tear up during sex. Whether because you’re doing him softly or sadistically, you will be seeing a lot of him crying.

X = X-ray: He has a toned physique and a long dick. 

Y = Yearning: He’s always down bad to have you mess with him anywhere anytime.

Z = Zzzz: He falls asleep pretty fast while he is wrapped around you. He enjoys being the smaller spoon, despite being so big.

YU:

A = Aftercare: Very used to taking care of his partner. Knows exactly what you need, he has it all prepared, you never have to worry about it.

B = Body part: He’s proud of how adept he is with his hands and tongue. He’s an assman.

C = Cum: It tastes like chamomile tea. :]

D = Dirty Secret: He tried bottoming when he was younger and in a bad time of his life. He refuses to do so again.

E = Experience: He is the most experienced and he’s pretty proud of it.

F = Favorite Position: Doggystyle, usually with your arms tied behind your back going at his preferred pace.

G = Goofy: If you laugh, he’ll punish you. It makes for a great opportunity to be a brat to him.

H = Hair: He likes to trim his hair himself and shapes it. 

I = Intimacy: He can be pretty romantic when he feels that you’ve earned it.

J = Jack off: He doesn’t do it often. He’d usually find a partner before he met you, now you get to be his fleshlight.

K = Kink: VERY into marking and letting other people know that you belong to him without outright stating so. It’s a mind game he’s fond of.

L = Location: He has his own special room for certain activities, but practically anywhere in his house is free reign. Anywhere other than the kitchen because he doesn’t want to have to sanitize the counters… 

M = Motivation: Knowing that he’s the center of your universe when you do it.

N = No: No scat or excessive bodily harm. 

O = Oral: He will eat you out like there’s no tomorrow. He enjoys making you squirm so he’ll take his time.

P = Pace: He’ll keep the pace to whatever the mood feels like. He can do both fast and slow.

Q = Quickie: He’s the king of quickies. He’s pretty good at getting down to business, finishing you up, and cleaning up fast.

R = Risk: He’ll take calculated risks whenever he feels like it.

S = Stamina: He might not have the best stamina but if he doesn’t tire you out, he always finds a way to keep going.

T = Toys: He enjoys including toys and has quite the collection.

U = Unfair: He loves teasing you. He will metaphorically ~~and physically~~ keep yanking at your chain just because he feels like it. If you try to do the same, you’ll get punished (or rewarded depending on how you look at it).

V = Volume: He’s pretty quiet when he’s not taunting or praising you. The most you’ll get out of him are a few grunts and heavy breaths.

W = Wild Card: 

X = X-ray: He’s a pretty average guy but he makes up for it in skill. Short king shit.

Y = Yearning: He has a moderate and controlled libido, but he loves making you flustered so when he sees the chance, he’ll take it.

Z = Zzzz: He’s a night owl. He’ll stay up, but if you want him to, he’ll stay in bed and pet your head until you fall asleep.

A = Aftercare: He’s new to all this, he will need a lot of guidance but he is very eager to fret over you.

Nubloso

B = Body part: He loves your tummy. He just wants to lay on you and hold you close. He honestly really likes his chest. It’s something soft that you can both enjoy!

C = Cum: It tastes like a subtle peppermint tea :]

D = Dirty Secret: If you gave him the chance, he would love to watch you pleasure yourself as both a learning experience to see what you enjoy the most and to just take the chance and focus completely on how you look in the moment. 

E = Experience: He only had experience with his hand before you came along.

F = Favorite Position: Good ol’ fashioned missionary, both for receiving and giving. He loves looking at you and holding you.

G = Goofy: He doesn’t try to be goofy, but he babbles so much during sex that sometimes it just happens 

H = Hair: Full natural. 

I = Intimacy: Inject it into his VEINS, he wants it all!! He’ll spout the corniest shit about how much he adores you and sometimes pause just to look at you with a dopey grin. He’s so in love.

J = Jack off: Quite a lot to be frank. He has a lot of pent up feelings and it’s a good method for self care.

K = Kink: He’s got the biggest breeding kink, he likes the fantasy of creating something new together and starting a family with you. If you’re not comfortable with it, he’ll keep it to himself, he doesn’t want to freak you out. 

L = Location: Here, there, anywhere. Bend you over in the office, lay himself across the couch, kitchens are free reign. Anywhere you are, it has absolutely crossed his mind. 

M = Motivation: Anything can get him started, really. Hearing your voice, being in your vicinity, smelling you, even just looking at you. This is his first time feeling so intensely about a person, he can’t control his reaction.

N = No: No scat or excessive bodily harm. 

O = Oral: You really gotta teach him what to do. He will enjoy learning!

P = Pace: You being his first, he goes pretty hard and fast like a rabbit. He has to learn to take things slow.

Q = Quickie: He’d love to have them as often as he can with you.

R = Risk: He likes controlled risky situations, like doing it in his office after he makes sure the door is locked. He likes the fantasy of showing people that you are his, but he’d actually rather not have anyone eyeing you.

S = Stamina: He’s a noob, he goes until he tires himself out so it can wildly range.

T = Toys: He’s open to them if you like them, but he kinda prefers going without (other than the strap, he loves it if you use it).

U = Unfair: He does his best to tease you to get a reaction out of you. Sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn’t, but he won’t give up.

V = Volume: He’s pretty talkative during sex. He does a lot of dirty talking when he gets lost in the moment.

W = Wild Card: 

X = X-ray: He’s got a soft physique with a thick dick.

Y = Yearning: He’s always yearning for you. His sex drive is crazy.

Z = Zzzz: He takes a while to sleep because he enjoys your presence too much. He’ll snuggle you and daydream about you as he feels you falling asleep. 

[gunnerfc]

Martha Thomas NSFW Alphabet (18+, minors DNI!)

AN: I think this was the oldest nsfw alphabet request I had so, sorry to the anon that requested this that it took me ages 😭

A: Aftercare

So soft after sex, will whisper cute things as your breathing evened out

B: Body Part (their favorite body part of themselves and their partner)

Martha’s favorite body part is her hands, she loves how easy it is to get you wound up

Her favorite body part of yours is your thighs, she loves having her head between them as she goes down on you

C: Cum (anything to do with cum)

Loves how you taste and will pull you into a deep kiss that has you both moaning at the taste of you on her lips

D: Dirty Secret 

Finds the idea of someone overhearing you very attractive

E: Experience (Are they experienced? Do they know what they are doing?) 

She is and you two have learned different things about yourselves since you started dating

F: Favorite Position 

She doesn’t have one, she just loves having her hands or mouth on you

G: Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous?)

Can be a little giggly before or after sex but is mainly serious during sex

I: Intimacy (How intimate are they during the moment?)

So so intimate

J: Jack off (Masturbation HC) 

She doesn’t have an opinion on it, if you gotta get yourself off go for it

K: Kink (One or more of their kinks) 

Having people hear you, it boosts her ego

L: Location (Favorite place to have sex)

She’s not opposed to sex in hotels with your teammates next door or somewhere semi-public like a bar bathroom

M: Motivation (What turns them on?) 

Just kissing her is enough to have her head spinning

N: No (Something they wouldn't do)

She might like having people hear you but she doesn’t want anyone to actually catch you

O: Oral (Preference on giving or receiving)

Giving!

P: Pace (Fast & Rough? Slow & Sensual?) 

Slow and sensual but sometimes it can be fast yet sensual

Q: Quickie (Thoughts on quickies) 

She’s a fan of them and they happen often

R: Risk (Are they open to experimenting) 

She is if you are!

S: Stamina (How many rounds) 

You two go for shorter rounds but there are more of them

T: Toys 

You two have a strap that is used sometimes but Martha prefers using her fingers or mouth

U: Unfair (Do they like the tease)

She does tease you but most of her words are more like praise

V: Volume (How loud are they? What sounds do they make) 

You’re the louder one between the two of you but she can be loud sometimes too

W: Wild Card (Random HC)

During an away trip with the team, you two got lucky and were roomed together and took the opportunity to have sex and you had to keep a hand over your mouth the entire time because of the thin hotel walls

Y: Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

It’s more in the middle but can be a bit higher sometimes

Z: ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterward)

You both fall asleep pretty quickly after sex

[goldenamaranthe-blog]

In the big cat au can we get cheetah Ruby and panther Blake meeting but Blake misunderstanding and being jealous

I'm having a little difficulty understanding how this is written. Like, P!Blake is jealous of C!Ruby because she's so close to T!Yang?

*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*

Panther!Blake: (steps out of the pond after her morning swim and blinks when she sees T!Y being a living weighted blanket for C!R)

Panther!Blake: (murderous aura swirls around her as she slowly approaches the two)

Tiger!Yang: Hey, Blake! How was your swim?

Panther!Blake: ....Fine..

Cheetah!Ruby: (finally relaxed) uuuuuuuggghhhh.... Thanks, Yang! I appreciate the weighted blanket treatment. My anxiety's been unreal ever since that new snow leopard got put in the enclosure next door.

Tiger!Yang: Awwww~ Sounds like my widdle sister has a crush~ (starts licking C!R's fur aggressively in a teasing manner)

Cheetah!Ruby: Ahhhh! (struggles to get out from underneath T!Y) Yang! Stop! You're messing up my scruff!!!

Panther!Blake: Sis...ter....? (covers eyes with her paw) I've gotta relax...

[gojocumdumpster]

You got any nsfw Erwin Smith headcanons? THAT MAN DRIVES ME CRAZY

Yes ma’am I do.

Type of story:🌹🔥

Afab reader

Warnings: Nsfw, cum, mentions of toys, dicks,ect

If you don’t know what they mean please search it up i’m so tired rn😭

I don’t know how to do headcannons like that so ima do a alphabet if that’s fine!

A-aftercare: 100/10 He will probably need to rest a little bit before he gets what you need because your gonna need something with how hard he pounded you

B- bodypart: His favorite body part might be his legs or arms one of those 2 and for you would be your thighs, the way they expand whenever you sit and when you suffocate him while he’s going to town between your legs

C- Cum: I feel like his cum is thicker a lot of people say it’s on the thinner side but he really gives off the thicker side. He like to see you swallowing it especially when you stick your tongue out and.

D- Dirty secret: He always wanted to fuck you on his desk or in levi’s room…😭

E- Experience: 8.9/10, in his teen years i’ll tell you this…he was a whore. But not as much now because he has to much on his plate and plus he was reckless as a teen.

F- Favorite position: Probably missionary to grip your thighs or riding.

G- Goofy: Not really, he really takes it seriously yours and his pleasure.

H- Hairy: I would say he’s shaven but not fully bald, like he leaves a little hair behind but it’s every blue moon he’ll go bald.

I- Intimacy: Same thing for Goofy, but if your bratty or just being disrespectful it’s the opposite.

J- Jerk off: Befote he got with you it would be like every 2 weeks.

K- Kinks: I can only think of Bdsm,daddy kink, school girl..😭

L- Location: His desk, or levi’s room.

M- Motivation: Something that has to do with your thighs like them expanding when you sit, you being bratty and others like that.

N- No: Pegging,piss,shat..

O- Oral: Giver, the debate is over. (and recevier to..)

P- Pace: And again like intimacy depends on your mood and his but its a steady medium pace just enough to get to cum.

Q- Quickie: Sometimes, if he's on his break and he needs to let go some stress.

R- Risk: He'll do it in Levi's office, that's enough to explain it all.

S- Stamina: You see what this man does on a daily bases? Not even getting paid. At least 2-5 hours..

T- Toys: He has a vibrator for you, belts, gags, cuffs lots of things.

U- Unfair: Only if your acting bratty, or not. AllI gotta say is you'll either be begging to cum or begging for him to stop.

V- Volume: Lots of groans, and fast breathing and moans when he's close.

W- Wild card: Want's to do it in a empty alley way..

X- X-ray: 7inches, thicker side with veins and tanish-pinkish tip.

Y- Yearning: Like 8.9\10 he can wait but not for to long before he pounces on you.

Z- Zzz: Waits a couple minutes then falls asleep yk yk yk.?!??!

[slashingdisneypasta]

Chucky Lee Ray x Reader || Drabble

Plot: When you come home from a really terrible date who definitely expects to be invited in, you do something Kinda Sneaky... and say you live with your brother and, oops! You forgot your key!!- and knock on the apartment next to yours, acting like this one is yours. Chucky's apartment.

Warnings: N/A.

Knock knock. No answer.

Knock knock knock. No answer.

Humming nervously, because why the hell why isn't he answering?? Please be home, Chucky, p l e a s e- "He must have his headphones on, the dumbass." You throw back to your date, Hank, rolling your eyes like 'brothers, huh?'.

"Hey, if you cant get it, you can always come back to my place?"

"Oh thats nice of you- " Knockknockknockknockknockknockknockknockknockknock-

"Bro!" You exclaim in a loud, totally-fake greeting as soon as the door flies open and reveals Charles Lee Ray, looking as if you just woke him up, his hair in his dark eyes and a beer-stained, moth-eaten white t-shirt on that completely washes him out and makes him look like Samara Morgan (Sweet jesus, if you weren't so desperate to get away from Hank, you would be terrified of this nightmare look). His face twists into grumpy, tired confusion but before he can ask you what the hell you're talking about- you slip your arms around his waist and squeeze him in a hug. "Play along." Dear god, play along.

When you pull back, a hostage-smile pasted to your face standing there with Hank behind you looking bored and annoyed (And wearing a stained t-shirt of his own- under a date blazer), the cranky frown on his face upturns into a smirk. Oh~

You hope to god thats a good smirk and your annoying neighbour is not about to screw you.

Its not like Hank is dangerous, or t h r e a t e n i n g, at all- no. He's fine. But after 4 hours of talking about his fucking car, and The Big Bang Theory (How funny Howard Walowitz is in the first seasons and how misunderstood he is with women- jesus), and meeting his mother at the start-- you are DONE!!

DONE!! FINISHED!

You're up to hear with him and Chucky, as annoying and rude as he is, suddenly feels like a great alternative! At least if you went out with him tonight, you might've gotten a good buzz out of it. Hank took you to a Chuck E Cheese, and he didn't bring a flask.

When Chucky leans against the door and makes room for you to slip by, smirking dangerously at your date, you happily go into his apartment. You never wanted to get in there so bad, before. You never wanted to go in there, period, before today. But now it feels like sanctuary. "So... you're the guy that took out Y/N tonight."

Oh no- he's still talking. Why on earth is Chucky still talking-

"-Yeah thats him!" You cut in, before flashing Hank a bright smile and a waive. "I had a great time- bye Hank!" Please go. Please go. Please go now-

Before your date can leave and you can never see him again, Chucky stops him- and when you glance at his face, you can see an even broader, more mischievous smirk on him. Oh no. "Hold on there, man, wait. I gotta make sure you're alright, don't I??"

"No, bro, you don't." You say pointedly, making Chucky turn that nefarious, lascivious grin onto you for a moment.

"Hehe... I think I do."

Through grit teeth, you beseech him. "Fight the urge." Or, well- beg him. You're begging. You're absolutely begging.

Because wherever Chucky is going to take this, is not going to be good, especially with that evil twinkle in his pale blue eyes. "What kinda brother would I be if I didn't check him?"

"The best brother in the world."

"Ahhhhh... you're just sayin' that. Hey Hank- " When you both turn back to the hallway and see that Hank is, actually, gone-- you're equally baffled and relieved. Thank god, but... when did he leave??? Chucky, on the other hand, pouts. "Damn. ... Maybe he wasn't that into you."

While rolling your eyes, you catch sight of a black object plainly sticking out of Chucky's pyjama pants. "Or maybe he saw the gun tucked into your pants! Is that loaded!??"

"... no."

"No!??" That did not sound definitive!!

"Well yeah, of course it is. But here's the thing, doll. Guess what?" You're about to ask a put-out and huffy 'what?', when Chucky pulls the door to his apartment abruptly closed; standing far too close to you and looking at you in that lecherous Chucky-way that makes you feel so small and squirrelly. Wait- "Look at that?~ You're all mine, all of a sudden~ Hehe,"

As you stand there, half scared/half... something else, you wonder dumbly how and when did you lose control of this situation-

[stevethehairington]

5, 20, 35 for wee woo show asks -@girlboygarfield

eeeeeeef hiiii ty for the ask friend!! 💕

5. Least favorite episode

i simply cannot answer this question with just ONE episode, bc my most HATED is a fucking THREE PARTER, CAN YOU BELIEVE. 😩 the fucking. season 7 opener. the fucking. cRUISE SHIP ARC MY BELOATHED. MY WORST ENEMY. genuinely, THEE worst opening disaster and one of THEE worst, if not THEE worst, arcs of the whole entire show.

i just. god. i don't even know where to begin with it. bc like. IT WAS A FUCKING MESS. A FUCKING MESS. seriously. like. it feels like when they were writing it they were like oh MAN we GOTTA do something that will top everything that came before this, it's gotta be BIG, it's gotta be CRAZY, and then they threw spaghetti at the wall and INSTEAD OF WAITING FOR NOODLES TO FALL, THEY WENT OH FUCK IT ALL STUCK HELL YEAH LET'S THROW IT ALL IN. i mean seriously. there was S O much going on and N O N E of it meshed well and it was just. so fucking MESSY in the WORST way.

like. starting off with making athena have all these like. mysterious issues with bobby and their marriage all of the sudden?? OUT OF LEFT FIELD. but then to like. have that and make them go through all of that AND THEN NEVER FUCKING BRING THAT UP AGAIN??? LIKE HELLO??? WHAT? WHERE? W H Y??

and then. bringing back fuckin norman and lola. like. that could've been a fun nod! but then it just got annoying lmao. i was like i dont caaaaare about these people!!!! there were SO many extra people. norman and lola and the dollar-store-chase-from-house-md-boat-dude and the numerous crew members and then the fucking family that home aloned their child on the boat like MY GOD SO MANY PEOPLE. when really all i wanted was to focus on BOBBY AND ATHENA.

AND THEN THE FUCKING PIRATES????? LIKE WTF??? they fr brought fucking p i r a t e s into the mix for them to hold the ship hostage for like 2.5 minutes and shout about a fucking dongle (which. MY GOD i know thats a real thing but PLEASE THAT WORD IS SO UNSERIOUS AND ALSO THAT WASNT EVEN A DONGLE) and then to fucking. leave and then never show back up again. like WHAT was the point. what was the point!!!!!

i just. ough. i had suuuuuch high hopes for the cruise ship arc, it COULD HAVE BEEN SO GOOD, but then it fucking SUCKED and im still mad about it.

OH AND ALSO. THE WAY IN THE FINALE OF THE ARC THEY F I N A L L Y GAVE US THE REST OF THE 118 ONSCREEN BUT THEN FUCKING DIDN'T EVEN SHOW THE ACTUAL RESCUE.

genuinely. THAT is my villain origin story. ALL THAT FUCKING AWFUL MESS AND THEN WE D O N T EVEN GET TO SEE OUR HEROS SAVE THE DAY. ITS STUPID ITS SOOOO STUPID. they shouldve fucking nixed the pirate storyline and actually gave us the helicopter landing on the overturned boat, gave us buck and eddie and hen and chimney SAVING BOBBY AND ATHENA AND EVERYONE ELSE. im so fucking mad about this!!!!!! it was like the stranger things 2 days later EXCEPT A THOUSAND TIMES WORSE ACTUALLY.

ALSO. by not showing any of this, they realllllllllllly fucking shot themselves in the foot wrt bucktommy tbh. bc like. this was supposed to be their first meeting. this was suppose to be the origin of buck's crush, yknow, the one that makes him coocoo bananas enough to maim his best friend in the next episode. EXCEPT. BECAUSE we never see them interact (like. LITERALLY at all. we get maybe one exchange in the helicopter BUT EVEN THEN NOT REALLY), we never see them chat, we never see the cool things tommy does that makes buck go all starry eyed over it - so it makes it reeeeeeaaalllly fucking hard the next episode to understand where and why and how that crush even came about. (which - dont even get me started on this particular issue, the overabundance of offscreen relationship progression, for ALL couples not just bucktommy, bc it is perhaps my biggest pet peeve about this show and i could rant about THAT for hours gkflgdf)

BUT ANYWAYS. this was supposed to be a good arc!!! it had ALLLLL the opportunity to be that!!!! but it fucked SUCKED ASS and im mad about it and i will ALWAYS be mad about it.

(W O W sorry lmfao i went OFF there. did NOT realize that question was going to awaken something in me LMFAO)

20. Moment that made you cry the most?

oh my goddd okay. like. genuinely this show has made me cry SO many times, like ALMOST every fucking episode has something in it that makes me at least tear up, but i have DEFINITELY ugly cried at SEVERAL moments...... the only problem is i am now COMPLETELY blanking on all of them fskjglfdkgs. or, at least the one that made me cry the most. maybe this is a cliche answer, but the mitchell and thomas storyline truly got me so good it made me CRY. and then also since this is most recently in my brain, the madney wedding episode, but specifically the scene where chim is with the lees and they're talking to kevin. the buck begins end scene and the "i almost gave up" moment, like FUCK (already fucking EMOTIONAL scene and then they went and threw the song from fucking broadchurch my BELOVED over it which made it a thousand times more emotional to me). god i know there are so many more too but ough ough.

35. Underrated moment?

DO MORE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

THIS IS THE HILL I WILL DIE ON THAT LINE IS S O O O FUCKING UNDERRATED NO ONE TALKS ABOUT IT AND IT SHOULD ABSOLUTELY BE TALKED ABOUT IT'S SOOOO IT'S S O O O O!!!!!!!

wee woo show asks

[leschanceux]

☕✨ memes from the tea room: sfw version ✨☕ feel free to change pronouns where necessary!

well if isn’t the consequences of my own actions

on my way to make things worse ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ

i am innocent and have done nothing to deserve this in my life ever

no no that actually makes sense to me

one day I will learn to count and you guys will be so proud of me

you'll understand when you're older

THAT IS NOT ENCOURAGING [ NAME ]

my voice was even lower than usual

my ADHD also goes "WE MUST GET RID OF THE NOTIFICATION", and then my bad memory goes ".....What was that?"

...... don’t look at that emoji name i don’t control it i promise

at no point did I know where either sentences were going

We are doing this because we love you (?)

it'll be a x-mas miracle!

ew. you're back

how do we file a complaint with winter?

I knew it, you're secretly Chester Cheeto

the cheese of truth seems to be a questionable method of divination, but who am I to judge?

I'm gonna treat that statement with the sarcasm it deserves

I should not have come in to try to understand the chaos happening here

[ name ] here just going for minimum effort, maximum embarrassment

I'M SORRY MY OLD WHITE MEN AND RODENTS GOT MIXED UP

“Is this the ghost of [ name ] seeking revenge”

Like BAM DID YOU WANT TO KNOW WHAT TIME IT IS?! KOOL AID MAN STYLE

I'm living for the chaos

listen it’s not real if you don’t affectionately accuse each other of hypocrisy at least once

YOU ARE NOT DUMB. YOU ARE SURROUNDED BY PEOPLE WITHOUT BOUNDARIES.

.... CAPS LOCK IS CRUISE CONTROL FOR COOL

by which I mean I followed [ name ]'s explicit instructions

YOU CAN'T PUT KRAFT SINGLES ON TORTILLA

icb i have a new statement piece !

I swear I'm a professional

today's motivational speech: don’t be part of the problem, be the whole problem

my liege she be not bovvered

I'm allowed to have the braincell sometimes

pro tip: read the directions for things

T H E R A P Y

a queen is never late, everyone else is simply early

I have no defense you knew I was stupid when you hired me

I'm not adult enough for decor.

hi flop, i’m dad

Yeah, I am a noisy idea generating motherfucker when I have the braincell.

Hi I got distracted by a pretty man and almost walked into a fuckinG DOOR how’s your day going

I have been awake for over 24 hours and I'm about to order a truly inadvisable amount of Halloween decor

You're all terrible enablers and I'm too weak to protect myself

y'all just gotta trust me

let's all not do this but definitely do that

I saw nothing. I mean, I totally saw everything. But I won't tell anyone.

me and math are mortal enemies

my worst nightmare is that one day i'll like coffee and i'll lose a part of my personality

...I already barely use social media so I guess my geriatric ass is safe?