#shut up walt no one cares

[ano-po]

OmO. What if Rizal was also questioning his peaceful revolution? What if there is a part of him that thinks, "Maybe Bonifacio's revolution was kinda right" and the more he writes Elias the more he's making so much sense he got a fever and he had to kill him off.

After some research on historical biographies and rereading Noli me Tangere, I have come to the important conclusion na hindi pala kasing pareho ang bonizal at elibarra. They’re not exactly parallel as what we initially perceived them to be so.

My hot take? Elibarra is his two brain cells conversing. Pinangalanan lang niyang Elias at Ibarra itong cells para kunwari hindi siya lonely pero siya lang talaga ‘yun. What a Gemini, ‘no?

[holylulusworld]

How to cure a grump (3)

Summary: You’re losing your job on Christmas.

Pairing: CEO/Boss!Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader

Warnings: angst, grumpy Bucky, awful boss, mistaken identity, kinda fake dating trope, snowed-in trope

How to cure a grump (2)

Tonight, you don’t get much sleep. You toss and turn in your bed, knowing your boss, the man costing you your job and future, is sleeping right next door.

How dare he come here to demand shit from you after kicking you out two days before Christmas! Mr. Rogers knew about the password and PIN. He could’ve easily told your boss about it.

“Wait! That bastard!” You sit up on your bed and curse loudly. They are friends. Maybe this is some sick game they are playing. “I won’t be the butt of their jokes!”

When you get out of bed, you push your feet into the Santa Claus-themed slippers your mom got you for Christmas last year. 

Looking down at your body, you chuckle as the shoes look so different from the high heels you wore for work. They look like Santa's face. They have a white, fluffy beard and mustache. A red Santa hat sits atop each slipper.

“Fuck it,” you mutter and storm toward the door. If Barnes wants to mess with you, he’ll pay for it.

You storm into the guest room without knocking, immediately switching the light on.

“What?” Bucky looks at you like a deer in the headlight. He sits on the bed, in nothing but his boxer briefs. While you try not to stare at his abs, muscular arms, or the prominent bulge in his pants, he’s less subtle.

Bucky looks you up and down in your red and white Christmas-themed pajama set. “Are you often wearing onesies?” He snorts. Bucky never spent time with a woman wearing anything but silky nightgowns, or only a smile for bed.

You’re wearing a long-sleeved pajamas onesie style, featuring a fair isle pattern with elves, snowmen, and Christmas trees on a red background with white accents.

You huff. “I didn’t know you hold power over me in the bedroom too. It’s soft and plush, and I don’t give a shit if you like it or not. I want to know why you are here! Is this a trick? Do you and Rogers want to make fun of me?”

“Rogers must’ve forgotten you left the password,” Bucky grunts while wildly gesturing toward you. “I talked to him, and he didn’t mention it. If I knew about it, I wouldn’t have come here to spend the night at a guestroom in the middle of nowhere instead of getting drunk on Barbados, two hot blondes in my arms.”

You wrinkle your nose. “Figures,” you huff. “I’ll call Walt. Maybe, he can help us get you to the airport so you can leave all the little ants working for you behind to spend an annual salary on your vacation!”

“Not my annual salary,” he dares to say. Bucky even smirks, and you lose your temper again. Right when he gets up from the bed to grab his pants, you jump into motion and tackle him to the ground. He yelps as you slap him across the face, once, twice, three times.

Bucky grabs your wrists in an attempt to stop you from hurting him.

“Munchkin is everything—” Your mother chuckles as she watches you sit on top of Bucky. “Oh, kids, I’m sorry. If only I knew you’re celebrating your reunion!” She closes the door behind her, leaving you and Bucky to your fight.

“Tomorrow morning you are gone, bastard,” you growl. “Now let go of me before I castrate you.”

He smirks. “Your mom believed we were having sex. Did you keep her awake often while you were still living here?”

“Says the man whore,” you wiggle in his grip, snarling as he won’t let go. “I’m not the one with an endless stream of women leaving my bedroom.”

“Not only my bedroom.” He still smirks when he finally releases your wrists.

You hurriedly get up and glare at him.

“I don’t care. In the morning, you’ll find a way to get out of my house, and my town. Use your money for something useful for once. And don’t contact me again! You are dead to me”

Slamming the door shut behind you, you huff. How can women fall for your asshole boss? You can’t believe they only see his pretty façade.

“Morning, lovebirds,” your mother chirps as you make your way into the kitchen. She’s humming Last Christmas while you are in a sour mood. Bucky Barnes has this effect on you. “Oh, where’s James?”

You take a deep breath, ready to tell your mother the truth. This is a serious case of mistaken identity. “Mom, uh—do you remember that I told you my boyfriend broke things up with me some time ago?”

“Of course, Munchkin,” she coos while flipping a pancake. “I’m all for second chances, Y/N. Maybe he finally realized how much you mean to him. But—” She points a knife in Bucky’s direction the moment he steps into the kitchen. “If he messes up again, I’ll castrate him!”

“Like mother, like daughter,” Bucky grumbles as he steps further into the room. “Good morning. Please don’t start the new day by castrating me.” He flashes your mom a stunning smile, earning a giggle.

“Oh, I was joking, James,” she says and goes back to preparing breakfast for a whole football team. “What do you like for breakfast? We have waffles, pancakes, bacon, and eggs, or French toast.”

“I usually only eat egg white.” Bucky pats his stomach, rubbing it. “I try to stay fit.”

“For the ladies,” you sarcastically say. “Mom, he won’t stay for breakfast. James will leave now and try to get a flight back to New York.”

“What? No! He must stay for breakfast,” she sniffles and uses her powerful puppy dog look to make your resolve to kick your former boss out crumble. “What about the Christmas dinner? I already planned everything. I was awake all night!”

“Mom,” you sigh. “He needs to take care of business.” It’s not a complete lie. Bucky wants to take care of a few things back in New York. “Do you think we can make it to the airport?”

“No,” she pouts before taking a large bite from one of the waffles. You watch her chew slowly before speaking again. “The streets aren’t the only problem. Maybe we could make it to the airport with your dad’s old truck, but the airport is closed.”

“I got a private jet,” Bucky throws in, earning an angry look from you. Of course, that rich bastard has a private jet.

“James, no plane will take off today, or for the next days. Not even a private jet,” your mother points out. “If you’d excuse me now, I must pick up a few things for Christmas.”

“Mom, what about the snow?” You hate to see her sad face. “Do you want me to get what you need? I was always the better driver.”

“Your dad was the best driver—” She stiffens, and you can see grief flash up in her eyes. No matter how long he’s gone, she’ll always miss your dad. “He taught me everything.”

“I know,” you murmur and hold out your hand to squeeze hers tightly. “Do you want me to come with you?”

“Yeah.” She nods while struggling to hold back a sob. “I forgot to add a few things to my Christmas list. The streets should be free for now. We should hurry before more snow will keep us from leaving.”

Much to your dismay, Bucky decided to join you on your shopping tour. His pilot told him there was not a chance to get back to New York anytime soon. Now he needs a place to stay over the holidays and boots. It’s too damn cold to wear slippers.

“Over there you can buy boots,” you say, and point at the only shop in town selling warm boots. “I’ll get the things on the list, Mom. You can wait here.”

“Alright, Munchkin,” your mom says while watching Bucky look at you, brows furrowed. He dips his head to watch you storm off. “Don’t take it to heart, James. Christmas was always hard for Y/N since her dad passed away, and John left her for some other girl.”

“John, huh?” Bucky asks as you are busy buying everything your mom has on her list. “What happened?”

“It’s not my place to tell you, James. All I can say is that they wanted to marry the next spring and John decided to cheat.” She huffs. “Y/N moved across the county to get away from him, their business, and the girl he chose over her.”

“Their business?” Bucky presses on. “What kind of business?”

“Oh, nothing special. They—” Your mother gasps loudly as John steps toward you at your aunt’s bakery. “No, no! This will ruin Christmas for Y/N!”

“What?” Bucky follows your mother’s eyes, seeing you stiffen as John stands in front of you to chat you up. “That him?”

“Yes, I must stop him from hurting her!”

“Leave this to me.” Your mother smirks when Bucky enters the bakery. She even chuckles as John’s fiancé watches your former boss walk toward you.

Bucky, on the other hand, doesn’t know what came over him until he shoves John out of his way to cup your face and kiss you fiercely.

You whimper against Bucky's warm and plump lips. It's been a while since someone kissed you, and this kiss is on top of your list.

“Dude, excuse me! We were talking,” John grunts as Bucky and you part. You stare at Bucky, unsure what to do. “Hey! This is not the place to make out!”

“What?” Bucky turns around to smirk at John. “Sorry, I didn’t see you there. I was missing my fiancé, is all.”

“Fiancé?” John hiccups as you are too stunned to react. What just happened? Why did your former boss kiss you? Why is John here?

“Yes, fiancé. And I’d appreciate it if you stopped distracting her. Her mom is waiting outside, and it’s damn cold. We don’t want this lovely lady to get sick, don’t we.”

“Sure, sure,” John awkwardly stammers. “It was nice seeing you, Y/N. Have a good Christmas.” John and the woman he chose over you leave the bakery in a hurry.

You’re still shell-shocked and just watch them leave. What else can you do? If you slap Bucky’s face now, John knows this was all just play pretend.

Meanwhile, your mother stands outside the bakery, smiling to herself as Bucky nervously rubs the back of his neck.

More tags in reblog.

How to cure a grump@cjand10, @nofingjustaninchident, @pettyjayy, @pattiemac1, @formulas-bitch, @winchestert101, @greatmistakes, @mrsnikstan, @jokersqueenofchaos

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

The Farmer's Daughter 15

Warnings: non/dubcon, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Characters: Walter Marshall

Summary: You notice a peculiar change in a family friend. (short!reader, sorry size kink is out)

Part of the Backwoods AU

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging.

Walter sighs as he shuts the hood of the truck. He tuts and faces you, keeping his hand on the metal, his other going to his hip. He looks at you then the sky behind you. The rain has stirred the scent of mud and grass and left a glaze over everything. 

“You’re lucky the thing didn’t blow up in your face,” he says. “Maybe the rain saved you.” 

“Oh, I... didn’t know,” you utter nervously. “Timothy said it was fine--” 

“Yeah, well, shows how much he knows,” Walter stands straight and pushes back his curls, “he’s not ready. He’s too young. I’ll make sure he learns. Be sad if he through away all your dad’s hard work, huh?” 

“Y-yeah, I guess,” you swallow. His words remind you of the imbalance. You need him. That’s the reality that brought you all the way up here. 

“Right, well, I’ll deal with it later. I got some chains I can use to get it up to the house but we should head into town then go see your mother. Make sure she isn’t worried sick,” he steps towards you and brings his hand up under your chin. You fight not to shy away, “what were you thinking? Putting yourself in danger like that?” 

“I... I had to come see you--” 

He smiles, “that’s sweet but I’d rather you wait and have you in one piece, sweetheart.” 

You nod into his hand and wince as he leans in. His thumb rubs your chin as he tilts your head up and he presses his lips to yours. Your surprised by his gentleness, though his beard grazes your roughly. You let him kiss you as he swoops an arm around to wrap you up. 

When he parts, your breathless and dizzy. His eyes gleam down at you, “wife,” he rasps out, “we’re almost there.” 

The shift in his mood puts you off. It’s just like back in the kitchen, one moment he’s terse and short, almost disappointed, the next he’s almost delicate and content. He releases you and takes you by the hand. You follow him back up towards the house. 

You wait outside as he runs in to get his keys. As he comes back out, you open the door of the truck and brace the interior. You put your foot on the small metal step to pull yourself up and gasp as you’re lifted from behind. Walter helps you into the seat and you wriggle free with a meek ‘thank you’. 

He kisses your cheek before he shuts the door. You focus on buckling the belt as he rounds the front of the truck. He climbs into the driver’s side and turns the engine. He sets off, one hand on the steering wheel, the other on the corner of your seat. 

You sit quietly, watching the hills roll by. This is it. This is your life. You’re going to married and a wife and you’re going to be tied to this man and these lands forever. You never really thought it out, you just expected life to unfold before you. 

He pulls up to the bank and turns into the lot. He steers into one of the angled spots and kills the engine. You tap your fingers on your legs before you regain your bearings. As he opens his door, you do the same. You get out, hopping down with a small oof. You catch yourself on the door. 

Walt stomps around, “hey, hey, careful. Don’t hurt yourself.” 

“I’m fine,” you smile, “really, I can manage.” 

“I just don’t want you twisting your ankle,” he says. 

“Um, okay, all good,” you show him your foot, “really.” 

He stares at you. His cheek ticks. He takes your hand and shuts the passenger door. He tugs you away towards the front of the building. As you follow the sidewalk down to the entrance, you pass a few other curious pedestrians. You don’t miss there gazes and the low whispers between them. 

You go inside and find the bank empty. Walter drags you to the counter and taps the bell on it. You stand on your toes to see over the high desk and see a head pop out of a back office. The woman looks unimpressed as she goes to bang on the door next to hers, “customers.” 

She quickly retreats as you wait. The next door opens and another woman emerges. She’s taller than the other one, slimmer too. She struts over as she tugs straight the collar of her blouse. Her pretty pink lipstick clings to one lip as the other is faded to its natural hue. 

“Hello, folks, how can I help you today.” 

“I’d like to speak with an advisor about a mortgage,” Walter says as he lets go of your hand, instead hovering his large one along your lower back. 

“That’s exciting,” she chimes, “you and... I didn’t know you married?” 

“Not yet,” Walter exhales, “anyway, do you got someone available? I don’t really have time to sit around.” 

“Sure, sure, Pete should be able to help you out. I’ll just take you to an office.” 

The woman, Marska, comes around the desk and waves you down the hall. She takes you into an office and leaves you there. You and Walter lower yourself into the stiff chairs. He reaches between to offer his hand. You take it and nervously stare at the empty desk. 

There’s a tap on the doorframe and a man enters. Pete. You’ve seen him before when you came to the bank with your mother. 

“Morning,” he says as he swaggers around to sit behind the desk, “lovely to see you folks bright and early.” He offers his hand across the desk and Walter reluctantly lets go of yours to shake it. Pete looks at you and you hesitantly shake his hand. The man beside you shifts and huffs. “So, we’re looking into a mortgage, huh?” 

The manager smiles as he leans back nonchalantly in his chair. He looks between you and Walter, “gone and snagged yourself a young one, huh, Marshall?” 

Walter growls and crosses his arms, “I have a down payment.” 

“Uh, yeah, of course,” Pete rolls his chair closer to the desk, “just making some small chat. Big news, the two of you.” 

“Is it?” Walter challenges. 

“Marriage is a big deal, isn’t it?” Peter chuckles nervously. 

“You would know,” Walter sneers as he sniffs, “you got something on your cheek.” 

You only notice at the mention of it. Your eyes retreat from the window to Pete’s face, the smear of pink along his cheek. You look away, embarrassed for him. It must be true what they say about him and Marska. 

“Uh, thanks,” Pete wipes his face with his sleeve, “let’s just jump in then.” He puts his hands over the keyboard and clears his throat. You can see a trickle of sweat along his hairline as Walter’s disapproval burns through the small office.  

[cryoverlife]

Carter Kane Headcannons

I mentioned before in an earlier post but he’s literally the only character in the riordanverse that cares about the rules (despite the many he’s broken) and can spell (you don’t dyslexia to be a bad speller, can not tell me Magnus or Sadie are good at spelling)

There are three people at the Brooklyn house that are capable of getting everyone to listen to them, everyone does not include Sadie. Carter, Walt, and Zia. Like they’ll walk into a room and everyone’s like ‘gotta pay attention’.

Has zero time. This poor kid has so much stuff to do it’s a shock he even has a chance to breathe. There is school, training a bunch of kids, running a nome, plus more.

terrible sleeping schedule. He was constantly woken up to get on flights and most of the time he was sleeping on in airplane or in an airport. Never got a chance to adjust to Jet lag either.

the more you get to know him, the more awkward he gets. He has been trained to interacts with strangers, but when he hangs around you for multiple days he just shuts down, like ‘oh no, I actually know this person now what do I do.’

carter did not realize Bast would make them go to school and therefore had a large freak out over it when Bast randomly brought it up. Like he wants to go, but he has no idea how to function.

terrified of kids. Doesn’t hate them it’s just when one of them to come to him he just doesn’t know what to do. He is weirdly good with them though.

he is the epitome of seems calm, actually always panicking.

he’s like an old man when it comes to technology. Sadie thinks it’s hilarious because she the queen of technology.

[honkytonk-hangman]

Just Another Thing – [2]

WALT ‘FINN’ FINNEGAN X READER/OC

Summary: God help anyone who might’ve thought a nice, stable relationship might bring some kind of change to Walt Finnegan’s usual mischief and mild-hedonism. God especially help them if they also thought a girlfriend would provide any sort of calming influence over him.

She definitely influenced him, anyone could tell you that, unfortunately just never in any way that could even remotely be described as 'calm’.

Warnings: cussing, mentions of and talk of sex, sexy body parts, ect. reader/OC is named Kimberly/Kimber, but it is still written in second person and her name shouldn’t come up very often.

Finn wakes with a start, the unfamiliar room around him momentarily sending him down a rabbit hole of confusion and doubt, right up until you walk through the door, which pushes him toward a separate spiralling hole, making him suddenly recall every detail of last night with startling clarity.

When Beverly had said you were the one girl on campus who’d put up with him, he hadn’t expected you to also be the one girl on campus who gave as good as she got behind closed doors, too.

Finn isn’t exactly shy about his sexploits, he’s slept with plenty of women, but generally, even the most enthusiastic ones weren’t exactly the best of lays, if he could be so crass to say. It wasn’t that they were particularly bad or that he didn’t have a good time, it’s more owing to the fact that Finn was somewhat unlike most men his age, in that he had always made a point of educating himself, on many topics, but especially on sex. 

Especially when it involved the many different ways to please a woman.

The girls he’d slept with in the past could say whatever they wanted about him as a person, and they frequently did, but he’d never, not once ever, left a woman unsatisfied. It was important to him, for a reason beyond simple masculine pride that he’d never really bothered to interrogate. 

At the end of the day he could give whatever reason he wanted, he doubts any woman would really care. Ideally, he’d have them too distracted to care. Generally though, his partners were not as well versed, meaning he gave, and he always gave happily, but for the most part he had to take care of his own pleasure, which wasn’t exactly a chore. Hell, that was half the reason he was doing it in the first place.

You on the other hand…

Finn swears he nearly gets rock hard just thinking about you last night, but he has no time to indulge, because in the present moment you’ve appeared as if on cue. He’s not certain you realise he’s awake yet, which mostly works for him. He internally grumbles a little as he catches sight of the time, before quickly shutting his eyes again when you near. He really hadn’t meant to sleep over. He’d planned to be up and out shortly after you’d fallen asleep, as per usual, but in all sincerity, you’d fucked him so damn good, so thoroughly, that he can’t even remember falling asleep in the first place.

Finn can’t help himself as he lies there, hearing you so closely shuffling about, he allows himself to peek at you, simultaneously delighted and regretful when he lays eyes on you.

He shouldn’t be here, stealing glances at you as you dress, he should have stuck to routine and left last night. But you really were amazing, not just in bed, but your flirting, your banter, your honesty, even if it was hard for him to read it as such at first.

Finn trails off then, thinking about how great a time he had with you in only a few hours, and finds himself imagining a whole little scenario where he gets to see you again after this, maybe actually take you on that date he’d promised… it sounded nice, in theory, but Finn writes it off immediately. That wasn’t his bag, and really, who was he to take you out beyond this chance meeting? He wasn’t exactly boyfriend material, and he also wasn’t interested in wasting anyone's time. He didn’t want to do that to you, but more importantly he’s pretty sure he’d get a baseball to the head if he did. Or in the crotch. 

As Finn thinks about how he’d really like to talk to you more, maybe ask about your major, your team, he realises what he’s doing and scrubs all further thoughts out, quickly snapping himself back to reality.

A reality in which maybe the most beautiful, sexy, and clever woman he’d met on campus, or off, is packing up her sports bag for what is likely an 8:00 AM class, something that Finn should also be doing at this very moment, and not childishly pretending to be asleep, resigning himself to being late.

“If the sun is bothering you, I can close the curtains,” your voice rings out then, nearly causing him to jump. That was another thing about you, too, until last night Finn has always had a harsh vendetta against anything that could even remotely be considered ‘honky tonk’ or typically southern, he’d even avoided taking home a girl once or twice solely because her cowboy boots had irritated him so much, only now, all of a sudden he felt nothing but pure, soppy, affection when he hears the extremely thick east Texas twang in your voice.

He firmly believes that only you can make such a heavy drawl sound so delicate and classy. He’s unable to picture you in any kind of small, dinky little town, so instead decides to imagine that you come from one of those hoity-toity neighbourhoods they had up in Dallas, which makes nothing but perfect sense to him.

Finn finds himself hurriedly blinking his eyes open in reaction to your words, before remembering that he’s supposed to be faking sleep to avoid you. You look over at him from your neat little desk, your huge duffle bag now open on your chair, which you appear to be packing several deflated balls into.

He reminds himself that you were on the College’s Volleyball team, something he hadn’t actually known existed until yesterday, but rejoices in the good news by recalling what you looked like at the park in your tight little shorts, your knee and elbow pads somehow really doing it for him. Finn rubs his eyes and groans at the fact he was probably never going to see or speak to you after this, let alone see you in those little shorts again.

“Huh?” he replies dumbly to your question, looking over at the window when you nod to it. He realises that your room might be the worst in the house, with the way the blazing Texas sun is already assaulting every inch of the space.

“I always leave the curtains open on school days, I like waking up with the sun, but I can close them if you want to sleep more?” you explain. Finn shakes himself more awake, the rouse well and truly over now, and awkwardly pulls himself from your admittedly very warm and very comfortable bed.

“Oh, no, don’t worry about it, I’ve gotta get up now anyway,” he tells you, clearing his throat and scratching the back of his neck, already practising avoiding you by refusing to look your way, telling himself it’s for his own good.

You chortle, but shrug and shake your head, before going back to packing your duffle.

Finn lingers uncomfortably next to your bed, now wondering if he had maybe upset you by staying. Not knowing what else to do, he focuses on your duvet, beginning to fiddle with it so your bed at least looked neat, and in the back of his mind, hoping it might help you forget he was ever here in the first place. No such luck, his movement causing you to look up at him properly, dropping a deflated volleyball and waving out a hand to stop him.

“Oh! don’t you worry about that! Those definitely need to go in the wash later,” you inform him, a note of wryness in your voice as you reference last night’s activities. Finn drops his hands away from the blankets at your bequest, also dropping his gaze once more now that you’ve stepped even closer and are focused solely on him.

Your attention makes him aware of his state of undress, only a pair of underwear covering him, and he happily starts to busy himself with collecting his clothes from the floor where he'd tossed them hastily many hours ago, only to find them folded neatly on the window bench. He realises you really must rise with the sun, and wonders how many hours you’d been up already.

“Last night was a lot of fun, by the way. There are definitely far worse ways to soil some good sheets,” you speak up again, a laugh accompanying your heavy accent this time. 

Finn finds he can’t refuse you his attention now that you’re asking for it, forgetting all about evading you as much as he can get away with, instead looking over at you as he dresses. Oddly, he finds his smile is nowhere near as tight or rueful as he feels.

“I’m glad,” he says without much thought, before instantly panicking when your face falls despondently.

“You didn’t enjoy it?” You ask worriedly, the prospect his reply presents clearly upsetting you, but despite telling himself that continuing to engage will only make disengaging even harder, it’s all completely in vain as he hurries to comfort you.

“What? No, no, I definitely enjoyed it,” he assures you quickly, glad when you seem to relax at his affirmation. Still, you seem a little more reserved than before, than you had been last night, which makes his skin itch uncomfortably. “Think I enjoyed it so much my brain is still scrambled,” he goes on, in an effort to stop the prickling sensation.

It works, your face breaking into an endearingly proud grin, shortly before the itching disappears. You chortle a little and give a small shrug, going back to your bag packing.

“Well, I’ve put in a lot of work to have exclusively great sex,” you tell him. “I mean, you can’t expect to spike a volleyball perfectly without practice, so why should sex be any different?” you continue, with another laugh and a shake of your head.

Finn doesn’t know why he feels so surprised at your statement. Maybe it’s just that he’s never heard a woman so casually admit to sleeping around. Then again, if men got to, then why shouldn’t you too?

Beverley could say what she wanted about the way he used discussions around the feminist movement, as well as women’s rights as a whole, just to get laid, but Finn had read all those books she’d sarcastically kept lending him, and he genuinely thought the matter to be worthwhile.

Okay, so sue him if he happens to also on occasion use the very legitimate talking points of women’s sexual liberation in his attempts to pick up women, but it's not like that meant he didn’t really believe in what he was saying!

Finn is about to open his mouth to formulate some kind of a reply when you glance at the time and let out a soft gasp.

“Oh shit, I’m going to be late!” you baulk, quickly pulling the zip of your duffle bag closed and hauling it over your shoulder. “I’ve got to go, feel free to use the shower, just close my door when you leave!” you hurriedly ramble, shoving your feet into a pair of sneakers. Finn is still blinking with his mouth halfway open when you call out a last goodbye and disappear out the door.

He showers, dresses, and is about to leave when he realises he hadn’t closed your door. He considers for a moment, at the bottom of the stairs, just leaving anyway, but he can’t bring himself to do it, so he rushes back up, closes your door with a quiet click, and then at last all but flees from the shared house.

“Noticed you never came home last night,” Dale slides into the seat next to Finn at the lunch table, and wiggles his eyebrows teasingly. Finn simply eyes his friend, and takes another bite of whatever it is the school liked to call food.

“Hooked up with the girl I was talking to all night.” He tells him simply. “Fell asleep after, only got out this morning when she left,” he goes on after another bite. Dale stares at him, a frown pulling over his features.

“So…” he prompts, causing Finn to look up at him again and shrug.

“So what?”

“So why do you sound so troubled? Was it not good? She was hot as hell man, no way it was that bad,” Dale insists, making Finn at last drop his fork to discuss properly.

“No she was good, it’s just…” he trails off and tries to figure out his own soured mood. Normally he’d have no issue talking up such a good night, especially considering you were good, but he can’t help but linger on one tiny little fact. “I don’t know, it’s like, this morning there was no ‘when will I see you again’, no care in the world it was just a one night thing, she’s not like other girls, you know?”

Dale blinks at him like he’s a moron.

“Okay? I’m not seeing your problem here?” he says, frown even deeper now. “Isn’t that perfect?”

Finn balks.

“No! She’s perfect! You don’t get it, I think I want to see her again, this girl is unbelievable!” He protests, sounding mildly desperate but he doesn’t care. He looks away from his friend, and out at the grass. The cafe he’d chosen for lunch sits right opposite the library, and normally he’d have spent his break scoping out the cute girls who’d sit studying under a tree or whatever it is he normally did, but today he’d barely even taken note.

“Man, not you too!” Dale groans in exasperation beside him, quickly digging into his own lunch as if this topic isn’t worth continuing. “First Jake, now you… actually you know what that’s fine, you hook up with that Kimberley chick, leave me with all the other cute girls…”

Finn had stopped listening about halfway through Dale’s tirade, how could he possibly pay attention to it when right there, through the window of the library, he’s spotted you, sitting at a table for four, a stack of books in front of you, your pen writing diligently on some page in front of you.

“You want the rest of my soda?” Finn asks blindly, already getting up. Dale protests, but Finn doesn’t even hear him, simply grabs his lunch tray, places it in the returns bay, and legs it across the grass as fast as he can.

He slows down upon entering the library of course, smooths down his hair, his moustache, grabs the first book he sees, and walks right up to where you sit, pulling out the chair opposite you and flips his book open. Out of the corne rof his eye, when he sees you look up, he looks up too, putting on his best display of ‘surprise’ when he ‘notices’ it’s you.

“Well now, what a coincidence this is!” he says before you can get a word in. You blink at him, but don’t seem annoyed, simply cocking your head in an intrigued manner.

“What a coincidence indeed,” you drawl slowly, placing your pen down. “Thanks for remembering to shut my door,” you go on after a beat where Finn is briefly too awestruck to say anything more. He quickly snaps back though, remembering the clear message you’d sent him last night, how you hadn’t seemed to enjoy his antics more than you enjoyed simply talking to him.

“It’s the least I could do, you know,” he leans across the desk a little to faux whisper. “After such a great night,” he says, rewarded for his efforts when you smile at him. His own smile drops however, when a moment later, you pick up your pen again and look back at the books around you.

“Listen, Finn, I appreciate you coming over to see me and all during your lunch,” busted. “But I really need to study for this paper…”

Finn jolts, wanting to flirt and charm you into paying attention to him, but he reminds himself that you aren’t like most of the girls he’s seen before, and so instead relents, beginning to get up.

“I’m sorry, I should go–”

“–You don’t have to go!” you interrupt him, looking back up. Finn slides back down into his chair like you’ve commanded him. “Just give me another half hour, okay?”

Finn does. He nods, and turns his eyes back down to his book, and for the next thirty minutes he reads about the life cycle of bees. He’s only occasionally distracted by little hums you make, which cause him to look up at you for a minute or two and simply stare. He gets a good look at the pile of books you often swap out and flip through, taking notes, and finds himself again stunned by you in all your sexy, sexy, smart glory. You were studying something to do with physics and space and Finn can’t help but think to himself about all the time he’s wasted seeing anyone but you and despite some of the books you have open having titles containing astronomy, he decides to keep his knowledge of astrology off the table.

Almost exactly thirty minutes have passed when you at last close all your books, including your notepad, place down your pen and look up at him again.

“You know, I didn’t think I’d be seeing you again,” you tell him thoughtfully, looking him in the eyes. Finn opens his mouth but at first no words come out, so he quickly closes it again. He stares at you, you smile back and roll your eyes. “Come on, I know a place we can go, since you didn’t even eat half your lunch…”

Finn dutifully helps you return your stack of books, along with his own, before following you to your car where you promptly drive him off campus to a sweet little diner a block away. Even he’s surprised with how quiet he stays until after you’ve both ordered, he doesn’t even check out the cute waitress as she walks away, too absorbed in staring back at you as you make a hand gesture like you’re ready now.

“What’re you studying?” he asks quickly.

“Astronautical engineering,” you reply. “What are you studying? I didn’t think we had a beekeeping school.”

Finn smiles and shrugs, almost about to launch into a speech about beekeeping and the non-existent classes he took on it, before he stops himself.

“English literature and teaching.” he reveals, feeling a little naked in doing so, but the way your face lights up after he tells you erases any such doubt in his mind.

“You’d be good at that! I bet you’d have no trouble holding a class's attention!” you gush. Finn distinctly feels his face go red.

Over lunch, you ask him about the baseball team, and in return he asks you about your volleyball team. You’re halfway through explaining a recent rule change when you stop and blink up at him.

“Oh you don’t care about volleyball rules,” you say, seemingly bashful at having gone off for the past five minutes about the subject. “I bet you’ve never even watched a women’s sports game and cared about the rules,” you joke. Finn laughs, your statement not untrue, but he won’t go away with you thinking that was still going to be the case from now on.

“Not in the past, but I would if you were playing,” he tells you earnestly, hoping to god you don’t think he’s simply using a line.

You stare at him for a beat before smiling softly again, turning your eyes down at your plate as you do. You place your knife and fork together at an angle and Finn definitely concludes you come from some kind of high society out East.

“I can’t go home with you tonight, it's a school night,” you say, sounding sorry about that fact at least. Finn frowns.

“But it’s a Friday?” he doesn’t mean to push, he doesn’t even care if you go home with him, he’d be okay with genuinely, actually studying with you if that's what it took. You shake your head like you’re reading his thoughts.

“I have a shift at the observatory,” you begin apologetically, before your face once again lights up.

“How about the next time we see each other, we go out then?” you repeat his words from your very first meeting. Finn straightens up, a grin pulling across his features. He liked this game, and unlike the last time, he didn’t have to go away with the feeling that he’s made a mistake, because he can tell by the tone of your voice, one way or another, you intended to see him again.

“Alright Kimberley, it’s a deal.”

[kylejsugarman]

i love how walt thinks he's sooo smart and sooo wise and sooo good at reading people when in fact his perception of others is so clouded by ego and traits that he has ascribed to people irrespective of their actual behavior that he is comically Bad at knowing people as they are. its both so funny and so depressing how walt sits there across from jesse and Tells him that he should go into business (right after, of course, telling jesse to get his GED even though jesse literally already graduated from high school because in walt's mind, jesse is Dumb and Reluctant To Better Himself) because walt has known jesse for just as long as we the viewers have and in spite of their time spent together, walt truly knows almost nothing about jesse beyond the most superficial facets of his personality. he's the one who Sells the meth, so obviously he should go into business. even when jesse speaks up and says he always wanted to go into sports medicine, walt shuts him down and insists upon his own advice. we the audience have spent the same amount of time with jesse as walt has and we know beyond a shadow of a doubt that jesse's caring nature would make him a great candidate for a field like sports medicine because we choose to see his nuance, what motivates his behaviors and what parts of him change. walt doesn't. his perception of jesse is set in stone and walt, the wise all-knowing father, must guide this pathetic, stupid, unmotivated junkie to some form of success so he can experience the pride of having "rescued" jesse from his own incompetence. get ur GED. go into business. do as i say and u'll be just fine. all of this time together and walt doesn't know A Thing about jesse.

[starfirewildheart]

Chapter 17

Summary: Sy and his lady both retire from the army but not before tragedy befalls Sy. He slowly tries to adjust to life again on their ranch.

Pairing: Sy / OFC

Word count: 2,512

Rating: no one under 17. I'm not responsible for what you read. Kindly police yourself.

Chapter 17

August glanced over his shoulder into the back seat. Three weeks and two surgeries later the hospital finally agreed to let Debbie go home. She still had a long road ahead and it still didn't guarantee a full recovery and her anxiety was through the roof at times and at other times was so depressed she was nearly catatonic and a few normal days scattered in between. She was refusing to eat and in general sulking like a brat. Sy hoped getting her home would help.

Mike had been released after a week and a half. Walt had taken custody of him and Napoleon and Will were staying with them as security until everyone was jailed, including the corrupt cops. He was recovering physically but emotionally he was distant and shutting them out.

Geralt turned onto the long, tree lined drive admiring the land and imagining what it looked like in summer. He loved the country and a working ranch brought a warm feeling to his heart. He drove past the barns where a few work trucks sat along with ranch hands tending horses noting a beautiful chestnut mare before turning his attention back to the drive. Finally they pulled up in front of the large ranch style home and parked. Everyone got out, Sy helping Deb out and lifting her into his arms bridal style while Geralt and August got everyone's bags.

Deb took a deep breath of the fresh air ecstatic to smell anything besides anesthetic and medicinal scents that she'd been trapped in for weeks. 

“Where's Aika?” Deb asked, seeking out their furry friend. 

“She's with my sister and the kids. They are bringing her home tomorrow. “ He gently bounced her in his arms. “Where would ya like to get comfy sugar?” Sy asked as they all walked in. All the Christmas stuff was still up even though it was after Christmas now because they hadn't got to celebrate yet.

“Bath.”

 “Baby,” he started but was cut off. 

“Bath,” firmer.

“You want to wash off again?” He could see wanting to smell like their soap and not hospital bath in a bag shit so he started toward their ensuite bathroom. He sat her on the edge of the bed with her bad leg up and started gathering clean clothes for her.

“No Sy, a real bath.”

He turned to her. “You know you can't get your leg wet Deb. Your stitches could come apart or you could get an infection.”

She crossed her arms over her chest and scowled.  “I don't care. I've not been in a bath or even a shower in three weeks!” When he arched his brow at her and crossed his arms over his chest she sighed and stood shakily on her good leg. “I'll do it myself!”

“Sit down!” He yelled and stepped forward. She sat down and blinked up at him with wide eyes. He hated yelling at her after all she'd been through but he refused to let her act out like that. “Little girl, you will not hurt yourself or cause any further injury just because you want to get your way.” He gripped her chin in his big hand and forced her to hold eye contact. “I'm gonna try to get you into the bathtub but if it doesn't work I will give you a sponge bath and you won't fight me on it. Got it?”

“Yes sir,” She agrees . “I'm sorry I yelled. I just feel so dirty and I haven't… I know I've been washed but I just

.. I still feel their hands on me and i…I just want to wash it all away.” He leaned in and kissed her forehead. 

Fifteen minutes later she was perched on the vanity in nothing but a shirt and bulky leg brace that went from her upper thigh to her ankle. 

Sy was filling the tub with water when something hit him in the back of the head. “Woman,” he turned to face her, suddenly realizing it was her shirt she'd thrown and she was now sitting on the vanity completely naked. “Fuck,” he rasped all blood flow in his body going straight to his dick. 

“I hope so,” She grinned,  crooking her finger and beckoning him to her. When he was close enough she fisted his shirt and pressed their mouths together in a heated kiss. Sy pressed against her, hooking her good leg over his hip and she felt him pulsing against her through his cargo pants. Tears brimmed in her eyes.

“Are you hurting?” He asked as he wiped a tear away with his thumb.

She shook her head , eyes locked with his while she tried to get her emotions under control enough to speak. Swallowing past the huge lump in her throat she pressed her hand to his bulge rubbing it and relishing in his sharp intake of air. “You still want me.”

“What? Of course I want you Deb. You're my life.” He didn't understand how that could even be a question but he could see the doubt in her eyes. “Debbie?”

“I just,” She didn't know how to express how she felt. Like she couldn't form the words much less say them. “I…”

“Talk to me darlin’, please.”

“Sy, the water,” She pointed to the nearly overflowing tub.

“Fuck!” he ran over and shut the water off just before it spilled over the edge of the tub. He laughed but drained enough of the water that she could get in without it pouring on the floor then went back to her. Cupping her face in his hands he leaned in, pressing their foreheads together. “Please talk to me. Don't shut me out Deb. I know you remember the hell we both went through when I tried to hide my thoughts from you. I was lost in my own hell and putting you through it too. We promised to tell each other everything after that, remember?”

She knew exactly what he was talking about. When he was recovering from his POW time he felt like he was too much, not worth the work, or the love she had for him and he tried everything he could to make her leave him but she refused. It nearly broke them both. “i..I'm not the one for you. Not your soul mate anyway. You're settling for me because I'm safe and comfortable.”

Sy felt like someone punched a fist into his chest and was crushing his heart. “You're my world Debbie, my heart, my everything. I'm sorry if I haven't shown you what you mean to me. Please, give me a chance to….”

“Austin, no! It's not that at all. You treat me like a queen and I know that you love me!” She hugged him tight. “This isn't about anything you've done or not done. It's about me. It's about me not being enough. I mean family is everything to you and your mom hates me. I turned your dream ranch into an animal rescue because I needed to feel like I was doing something helpful. I just latched on to you and didn't even notice that you weren't settling down or or ,” he head was pounding.

“That I haven't given you a ring so you couldn't possibly be what makes me happy? Isn't that what Lindy told you that night at the restaurant?” When he watched her he'd dip down because she couldn't look at him he gritted his teeth. “I haven't given you the ring yet because I wanted to be sure I could be the man you deserve,  that I could overcome the PTSD enough to give you a life, sugar. It has everything to do with you but not how you're thinking. I was so afraid of not being good enough I didn't show you how much I can't live without you.”

She shook her head, “No. It's not your..”

“We both said that but clearly there is a problem, sugar because you are doubting us.”

“Doubting me,” She explained quietly.

Realization washed over him and it all became crystal clear. She'd been his rock for so long he'd forgotten how she was when they first met. The chip she had on her shoulder because she felt like she had to prove she was good enough, that she could be the best at everything. He took it as a woman having to prove herself in a man's military at first but the more he was around her he realized that she was afraid to let anyone close, trusted no one to even have her six. She lived like she herself was the only one in the world she could trust or depend on. It led to a lot of being reprimanded, write ups, push ups, pull ups, and finally a talking to that finally made her see thongs from Sy's point of view about having to trust her team or they were all in danger. That was when he really started trying to get to know her in earnest, when he eventually learned about her abuse and abandonment. She'd come so far and he'd been through so much that he didn't realize she needed reassurance he wasn't giving her. He was a fucking moron. 

She gasped when Sy grabbed her face and kissed her and didn't stop until her tense muscles finally relaxed against him and she was breathless. She didn't even register him removing the leg brace until he was lowering her into the hot water, careful to keep her bad leg resting on the side of the tub. She sighed contentedly as she leaned back. Sy chuckled, “Feel good?”

“So good!” 

They both jumped at the knock on the bathroom door. Sy stood and went to see who it was.

“Your sister is here,” Geralt told him. “She needs to talk to you.”

“I'll be right there,” he sighed. He went back to Deb. “You stay put. If you aren't in the same position you are now when I get back I'm going to spank you until you can't sit and when that ass starts to cool down and feel better then I'm going to do it all over again and again until I feel like you learned your lesson and if I get tired I'll let Gearlt and August takeover.”

She fully intended to protest but what came out of her was more of a strangled whimper. He cleared his throat to hide his chuckle.  “I'll be good, I promise.”

“I know you will, sugar.” 

Sy went to speak to his sister and Debbie soaked in her hot bath. She sat still for a bit but really wanted to wash. Chewing her lip she pondered if grabbing the soap would be against the rules. Stretching her arm out she reached the soap without moving her butt at all and took it as a victory. Lathering up her bath puff she started washing herself. Once she felt squeaky clean she grabbed her razor and started shaving … everywhere. After three weeks she resembled a sasquatch except the leg and arm (shoulder) they'd done surgery on. When that was done she settled for a few minutes but quickly got bored, she was all alone after all. “Oooo jets!” Pressing the button the jacuzzi jets bubbled to life and massaged her sore muscles only with her bad leg up at an awkward angle it exposed her to the full force of the jets causing her to jerk and gasp. The pain that shot though her leg was almost instantly replaced with need as she used her finger to further expose her clit to the jet. Using her other hand she slipped two fingers into her slit working them hard and fast chasing the pleasure she didn't realize she needed so badly. Turning her body a little toward the side of the tub the jet hit the perfect spot and even though she couldn't reach the spot inside due to her awkward positioning the jet was doing the trick. Her hips slowly started to flutter as she threw her head back and whimpered through her release moving her hand away from exposing her clit as the pulse of the jet became uncomfortable. She hadn't noticed Sy come back in or even approach until she felt his fingers pushing into her still quivering hole. “Fuck!” She squealed at the stretch and shock of it.

He lifted her ass up out of the water enough to latch his mouth onto her clit and switch between sucking and licking until he'd made her cum two more times, the last time screaming out his name with a series of loud moans.

Sy got her out of the tub and carried her straight to the bed. It was tall enough that he could just bend her over the edge, carefully resting her bad leg out to the side up on the bed leaving her open to his hungry gaze. “You ready for me sugar? Gonna take my dick like a good girl?”

“Please,” he begged, trying to rub her ass back against him. She gasped when his big hand smacked against her ass leaving a burning ache in its wake.

“Be still, your brace is still off. You're in trouble as it is, little girl.” He grinned when she went still, knowing she was thinking about the spanking he told her she'd get if she moved earlier. He took the distraction to push himself in up to the hilt causing them both to moan at the sensation. “So fuckin tight for me, like your made to fit my dick.”

All she could do was moan incoherently as he railed her from behind, each thrust causing her to gasp as he pounded against her cervix. It was painful but the pull out and push in up to that point was bliss. She was losing the battle of control over her body and clamped down on him as tight as she could, wanting to give him some of the pleasure he'd Given her.

“Son of a bitch,” he growled as she squeezed him so tight he thought his brain was coming out of his cock. Reaching under her he started rubbing her clit. “Cum for me. I want to feel you come apart when I fill you full of cum.” A few more circles to her bundle of nerves and she was rutting between his cock and fingers.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck,” She cried as she exploded around him and he emptied inside of her, the wet squelching sound of their combined releases echoing in the room as he collapsed breathlessly beside her.

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[narcosfandomdiscord]

narcos fandom smut alphabet - finished!

you know what goes really well with summer sunshine and narcos tv rewatches? SMUTTY FIC!

(they put that bisexual lighting on Isabella for a reason, after all!)

this was our first month of prompts over at @narcosfandomdiscord! for every letter of the alphabet, we had two smutty prompts that fanfic writers used for inspiration. 🥰 our group ambition was to create at least one fic per letter—26 new narcos smut fics during the month of July—and we totally smashed it, in large part thanks to prolific work from @salt-is-a-terrible-currency. happy reading!

if you prefer reading on ao3, check out our collection. all fics tagged as #nffalphabet on tumblr. and it's just that simple 🥰

if you have any questions, you can message us on tumblr or join our narcos fandom discord here!

🍰 Prompt List & Fic Masterlist 🍰

July 1 — A — angry sex, anal

Right For Once by @drabbles-mc — Steve Murphy x f!Reader, angry sex, 2.3k

Infuriating by @salt-is-a-terrible-currency — Javier Peña x Original Female Character, angry sex, 1.5k

Our Man In Mexico by @hausofmamadas — Horacio Carrillo x Andrea Nuñez, angry sex, 2.5k

July 2 — B — blood, bound & begging

Final Warning by @purplesong1028 — Amado x Pacho, bound & begging, 490

Please (with your finger) by salt-is-a-terrible-currency — Javier Peña x Original Female Character, bound & begging, 1.2k

blood on vacation by @ashlingnarcos — David Barrón x f!Reader, blood, 1.8k

July 3 — C — cuffs, choking

If I go too far by salt-is-a-terrible-currency — Javier Peña x Original Female Character, choking, 737

mentirosos by @narcolini — Kitty Paez x gn!Reader, cuffs, 1.1k

July 4 — D — domesticity, “don’t make a sound or they’ll hear us.”

Taking Care by drabbles-mc — Diego Ramirez (Narcos OC) x F!Reader, domesticity, 2.1k

Lipstick's smudged by salt-is-a-terrible-currency — Javier Peña x Original Female Character, domesticity and “don’t make a sound or they’ll hear us", 447

A Few Moments by @purplesong1028 — Miguel Félix/Pacho Herrera, “don’t make a sound or they’ll hear us", 482

July 5 — E — edging, eldritch

The first time I felt a ghost by salt-is-a-terrible-currency — Javier Peña x Original Female Character, eldritch, 716

July 6 — F — fight or fuck?, friends with benefits

No relationship talk by salt-is-a-terrible-currency — Javier Peña x Original Female Character, friends with benefits, 422

Unbroken Rules by drabbles-mc — Horacio Carrillo x f!Reader, friends with benefits, 2.9k

July 7 — G — gag/gagging, gun play

Paper-thin walls by salt-is-a-terrible-currency — Javier Peña x f!Reader, gag/gagging, 361

Whatever He Wants by purplesong1028 — Amado Carrillo Fuentes x Miguel Félix, gun play, 416

July 8 — H — honor bondage, hatesex

Dress blues by salt-is-a-terrible-currency — Javier Peña x f!Reader x Gurney Halleck, honor bondage, 1.8k

THE DISTANCE BETWEEN US by hausofmamadas — Enedina Arellano x David Barrón, honor bondage, 2k

July 9 — I — infidelity, in public

Never meet your heroes by salt-is-a-terrible-currency — Javier Peña x Original Female Character, in public, 955

Don't Mention It by drabbles-mc — Javier Peña x f!Reader, infidelity and in public, 2.7k

No Strong Suit by purplesong1028 — Miguel Félix x Pacho Herrera, infidelity, 439

July 10 — J — jealousy, "just shut up already"

Unprofessional by drabbles-mc — Walt Breslin x f!Reader, jealousy, 4.3k

A bad idea by @artemiseamoon — Javier Peña x Original Female Character, jealousy, 2.3k

The ring by salt-is-a-terrible-currency — Javier Peña x Original Female Character, jealousy, 1.1k

July 11 — K — knotting, knocked up

Which time? by salt-is-a-terrible-currency — Javier Peña x Original Female Character, knocked up, 418

Secrets in the night by artemiseamoon — Horacio Carrillo x Original Female Character, knocked up, 3.5k

Someday When It's Over by drabbles-mc — Horacio Carrillo x Original Female Character, knocked up, 2.8k

July 12 — L — luxury, lingerie

Eres guapa by salt-is-a-terrible-currency — Javier Peña x Original Female Character, lingerie, 544

Desire by artemiseamoon — Enedina Arellano x Original Female Character, lingerie and luxury, 3.9k

Round-trip Ticket by drabbles-mc — Steve Murphy x Original Female Character, lingerie, 7.7k

July 13 — M — mirrors, "make me forget (all about him/her/it/them)"

Another brick in the wall by salt-is-a-terrible-currency — Javier Peña x Original Female Character, make me forget, 812

Favors Owed by drabbles-mc — Maria Elvira x gn!Reader, make me forget, 2.7k

Like Old Times by artemiseamoon — Judy Moncada x Original Female Character, mirrors, 1.4k

July 14 — N — nipple play, "no one does it like you"

No One Like You by drabbles-mc — Javier Peña x f!Reader, no one does it like you, 2k

Sore by salt-is-a-terrible-currency — Javier Peña x Original Female Character, nipple play, 580

July 15 — O — on all fours, one night stand

Cascade by salt-is-a-terrible-currency — Javier Peña x f!Reader, one night stand, 580

July 16 — P — praise kink, pulling hair

Dress blues, pt 2 by salt-is-a-terrible-currency — Javier Peña x f!Reader x Gurney Halleck, praise kink, 404

July 17 — Q — quiet (or trying to be), quickie

Sweet, sharp, addictive by salt-is-a-terrible-currency — Javier Peña x Original Female Character, quiet (or trying to be) and quickie, 464

July 18 — R — role reversal, ruined

Bad Guy Treatment by drabbles-mc — Steve Murphy x f!Reader, role reversal, 3.8k

What is she to him by salt-is-a-terrible-currency — Javier Peña x Original Female Character, ruined, 444

July 19 — S — submit, "say my name"

Stoke the flames by salt-is-a-terrible-currency — Javier Peña x f!Reader, submit, 387

July 20 — T — trapped together, tied up

On company time by salt-is-a-terrible-currency — Javier Peña x f!Reader, trapped together, 574

July 21 — U — upper hand, underwater

The Weight of It All by drabbles-mc — Walt Breslin x Sal Orozco, underwater, 2k

he keeps his rules. you keep him. by ashlingnarcos — Horacio Carrillo x gn!Reader, upper hand, 1.1k

Polkadots by salt-is-a-terrible-currency — Javier Peña x Original Female Character, underwater, 359

July 22 — V — virginity (loss or roleplay), video

Off the Backburner by drabbles-mc — Steve Murphy x f!Reader, virginity, 4.1k

In this moment of pretend by salt-is-a-terrible-currency — Javier Peña x Original Female Character, virginity roleplay, 435

July 23 — W — "we probably shouldn't do this", worship

Stay A Little Longer by drabbles-mc — Horacio Carrillo x f!Reader, "we probably shouldn't do this", 1.5k

Lunch break daydream by salt-is-a-terrible-currency — Javier Peña x f!Reader, "we probably shouldn't do this", 497

July 24 — X — exhibitionism, exes having sex

It's complicated by salt-is-a-terrible-currency — Javier Peña x Helena, exes having sex, 971

Not Yours Anymore by drabbles-mc — Steve Murphy x Original Female Character, exes having sex, 3.2k

no witness by ashlingnarcos — Walt Breslin x f!Reader, exes having sex, 2.4k

July 25 — Y — yearning, "you look good like this"

Superman (4) by @garbinge — Javier Peña x f!Reader, "you look good like this", 5k

Lost Time by drabbles-mc — Horacio Carrillo x f!Reader, yearning, 2.9k

If he closes his eyes by salt-is-a-terrible-currency — Javier Peña x Original Female Character, yearning, 442

July 26 — Z — zipper, zeal

Things Like That by drabbles-mc — Danilo Garza x f!Reader, zipper, 2k

Zealot by salt-is-a-terrible-currency — Javier Peña x f!Reader and Nathan "Cable" Summers from Deadpool x f!Reader, zeal, 4k

(note: we hit the link limit on this post so from now on, links will be to fics + to authors on their first appearance.)

[nyasbae]

sleep deprived

pairings: gustavo fring x fem!reader

summary: your boss noticed you’re overworking yourself and decides to do something about it.

a/n: gus got that email rizz

warnings: really messy lol

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You couldn’t sleep. You couldn’t. Gus had you making ninety pounds worth of meth every week, and due to your partners’ sudden disappearance, you were stuck doing all the work by yourself. You sighed, thinking back to how you got into this position.

You were a just a broke college student, trying to pay off your loans when you you met Jesse. You knew each other back in high school, and now he was your dealer. The two of you became buddies and one day you walked in on him and Walt talking about somebody named Gustavo Fring, the owner of a fast food restaurant with an undercover drug business.

You needed money and you convinced them to let join in. Realizing that the “the more the merrier” shit you had pulled really was just that, shit. After they had taught you the recipe, you ended up doing everything, always.

Gus had put to lines under the deadlines, signifying that if you didn’t get this done in time — there’d be consequences. At the same time you had a lot of due college assignments, and skipping all your lectures. So you practically lived in the lab, sleeping and eating there, until you had no time for either of those things.

You were leaning against the counter with a hand on your jaw, steadying your face. Your eyes shut and light snores coming out of your mouth. As Gus inspected your face, he realized you’d never once look so peaceful as you did in that moment.

“I see you’re getting a lot of work done,” he commented, knowing it’d wake you. Gus needed to talk to you about this. He had cameras everywhere and had been paying very close attention to how much time you’d been spending at the lap. You had your laptop and school books there, a few snacks and amount less cups of coffee.

The sudden sound of his voice startled you as you woke up with a final snore. “Shit– I’m so sorry! I-I didn’t even notice I was, uh’falling asleep” your slurred, your words blurring together due to your grogginess. You looked up at him with lazy eyes.

Gus looked at you through his glasses, his expression as emotionless as usual. You thought you saw a glimpse of emotion in his eyes, though it was probably just your sleep deprivation making you see things. Gustavo Fring doesn’t care for anyone. Especially not some random meth cook who can’t even do her job right… right?

“You should get home and get some rest, ___. Your drowsiness is affecting your work performance.” Stated as a fact, though functioning more as an excuse.

“I can’t, sir! I’ve only made like, half of the meth I was supposed to and–“ you rambled on, but he interrupted you almost instantly. “Stop it, ___! You have done your part. Your partners’s neglect of their responsibilities is not your problem,” as he shushed you, his expression remained the same though his voice got notably more aggressive. “I’ll consider getting you new partners, you’ve mastered the arts of cooking now.” In that moment, you couldn’t be bothered by his comment on your friends; all you wanted to do was go back to sleep.

“Are you absolutely sure? I’ll get back to work as soon as I wake up, I promise!” You insisted, and he shook his head. “No, you’ll have the rest of the week off,” he said. “I value your effort but I cannot have your drowsiness affect my product.” Gus explained while putting a gentle yet firm hand on your shoulder. You eyed the hand and as did he, though he didn’t let go before he you reluctantly agreed.

“Alright, I guess,” you sighed. He smiled professionally as he took out his notebook, scribbling something something. “Fantastic! Write down your email and we can discuss your work ethic further.” He demanded suggested, handing you a note and a pen. You smiled as you messily wrote down your email address and gave it back to him.

When you went to sleep that night all you could think about was your interaction earlier, and how this might’ve been his stiff attempt at flirting with you. Although you figured this could’ve easily been your head playing tricks on you agin.

When you woke up the next morning you noticed a gmail notification. Written bellow a gusfr@gmail.com it read:

Hello, I hope you slept a worthwhile and woke up energetic and better. I suggest we meet up at my restaurant to further discuss our game plan.

Sincerely, Gustavo Fring.

Did Gustavo Fring just ask out out on a date?

[vilandel]

The Scent Of Lavender

Chapter 2 – Journey of Lavender

A/N The journey is slowly going and our main pair has a first real talk... that goes deeper than what Nozel intended 💜

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“I’m going to DIE!!!”

“Come on, you overdramatic virgin delinquent, you are just seasick, that is no big deal.”

“No big deal? NO BIG DEAL? I’M DYING OVER HERE!!!”

“Given the strength of your voice currently, I highly doubt that you are dying right now. And you call yourself a Magic Knight?”

“Shut up, No-No! Why are you two so mean to me? I’m the one dying and you just throw shades at me? Talk about squadmates, you are worse than vice-captain Nacht and his horrible claims about our squad!”

“You have to admit that vice-captain Nacht doesn’t lie, as harsh as his words is,” Noelle replied with shrug.

“No, he is lying! He says that captain Yami is irresponsible with his grimoire!”

“Well, he is. Who in their right mind gambles their own grimoires, risking to lose them?”

“Real men do!”

“Reason more why men are stupid. The Blue Roses aren’t so wrong, after all.”

“Who are you calling stupid, you jerky majesty? Argh, I’m going to… can’t the waves just stop?”

“If the waves stop, the ship won’t be able to move forward and you’ll be stuck on it for longer. And of course I’m calling you stupid, I’m royalty.”

“What fricking logic is that even?”

Vanessa giggled at the argument of her squadmates. Poor Magna certainly regrets by now that he asked them to keep him company. For some reason, he thought that the butler of captain Rill would be a pain in the ass for him. Magna logic.

But Vanessa was now certain that Magna would actually prefer the butler as a travelling companion. Maybe that wasn’t such a bad thing, dear old Walt would be the one spending the most time with him once they arrived at Lavender Island. Which would be in three or four days from now on, after their departure the day before.

It was strange that they hadn’t brought any spatial mages with them, though. They would have been there in no time. But apparently, any spatial mage known never set any foot on Lavender Island and for some reason, there were no Magic Knight stationed there permanently. Noelle of course pretended that it was because nobles there were full of themselves. But Noelle had a tendency to jump to the worst assumptions.

Vanessa was certain that if no Magic Knights were stationed on Lavender Island, it must been because everything was fine. Heck, maybe the nobles there were more open-minded and even kinder than on the mainland.

Plus, three weddings at once? That was so romantic.

Vanessa was certain that this mission was the best kind she ever had. It was really more like a vacation than a mission. Okay, it was sadly not a family vacation, since it wasn’t the entire Black Bull squad being sent. But well, they had the opportunity to work with people from other squads, to make new friends and this wasn’t something Vanessa dared to complain about.

Captain Rill was certainly a cutie, his butler seemed so caring and Mimosa Vermillion was just one of the most kind person Vanessa knew. That would be a piece of cake going along with them.

Captain Nozel was of course another level, more difficult to reach and there was the whole painful past with Noelle. But for Vanessa, it sounded more like a challenge. After all, there might be more about him than just a cold asshole. Him trying to mend his relationship with Noelle shows that he certainly had a heart.

Vanessa still wondered what could had happen to him that he ended up as cold jerk. Maybe she was overthinking it, but she didn’t had the impression that captain Nozel was enjoying being a jerk. Maybe a protection of some sort?

Protection from what, exactly?

Well, it wasn’t like this vacation mission was the perfect opportunity to learn more about him. Not to mention that he was handsome, which was really motivating for Vanessa.

Although, after she accidentally flirted with him when he caught her stumbling… the approach would be a bit difficult. Captain Nozel was related to Noelle, surely there has to be some sibling similarities and if awkward at taking compliments was one of them, he might trying to avoid her. It wasn’t like Vanessa didn’t felt embarrassed about it. She did and gosh, it never happened to her ever before to be embarrassed about her flirting and teasing. What a dumb first.

Not to mention that yesterday, Noelle scolded her for half an hour after Vanessa accidentally flirted with her brother. Okay, it was just Noelle overreacting like she did, but still, her squadmate make it sound like she just killed someone or something like that. Were Silvas really that bad at anything positive?

Magnas grunting brought Vanessa back to reality and away from that handsome yet cold man that was the captain of the Silver Eagles.

“I should’ve asked that stupid butler to keep me company. Or the captain of the Aqua Deers, even though he probably will take my plaster to paint on it. Or the sweet Golden Dawn girl, she seems nice and she is always in a good mood, plus she is a healer. Speaks A LOT for your cousin, Noelle. Heck, even the jerk captain of the Silver Eagles might be better company than you two!”

“That is not a kind thing to say to your squadmates, poor little virgin delinquent. Really, you’re in a bad mood when you’re seasick. And dealing with a wounded leg. Gosh, it’s both, no wonder you’re such in a bad mood!”

“Shut up, you wino!”

Well, if that didn’t proved Vanessas point, then what would it be? But honestly, Magna was really unhappy to be in this rest position. And the fact that he wasn’t on the mission. And probably because he couldn’t fly on his special broom in this condition. Vanessa actually hoped that taking the Crazy Cyclone with them would make Magna a bit happier. But well, if he can’t fly on it… But at least he would spent some of his time to take care of his broom instead of letting someone else doing it.

Hopefully Magna would realize it soon.

“Honestly, Magna, I have the feeling you’re just complaining for the sake of it,” Noelle sighed dramatically, trying to focus on her book. “Your situation isn’t that bad at all. Not the thriving adventures, training and gambling you have daily, but given your condition, you’re rather in a good place. Don’t tell me you would have preferred to have Luck trying to fight you every minute? Think of your leg, last time it happened, you couldn’t use it properly for a month!”

“Don’t remind me of that! I’m sure Owen just was overdramatic, it only took a month because… because Luck was being a jerk, that’s why!”

“It is better than losing your leg forever, if you ask me.”

The three Black Bulls turned their heads towards the door of Magnas cabin, only to see Mimosa in the frame, a teapot and a hot mug in her hands.

“Oh, sorry I didn’t knock, but my hands are rather full, so…”

Vanessa immediately stood up and guided the young Vermillion into the cabin. “Oh, it’s okay, come in, love. The more the merrier, am I right? Oh, is that tea?”

“Yes, for sir Magna. It’s a good herbal tea that would help for his leg. The waves and sea wind can be rather tricky. I put some honey in it, if it’s okay.”

“Of course it is! How kind of you! Magna, don’t be a jerk and accept this delicious tea.”

Oh, was Magna actually blushing? How cute! Well, Mimosa Vermillion was a pretty girl, but maybe it was just the kindness she was showing. Which also meant for him that he couldn’t get mad at her, unlike with Noelle and Vanessa.

Magna just grunted as he took a sip from the mug. Only to have his eyes brighten up the very same moment.

“Hey, this is actually pretty good! Thank you, Noelles cousin!”

“Magna, where are your manners? My cousin’s name is Mimosa! You should know that by now, it’s not like Asta never talks about her after he visits his rival… I mean, not that it matters to me at all!”

Vanessa frowned. Why did Noelle sounded kinda jealous right there?

“You’re very welcome, sir Magna.”

“Magna is just fine.”

“Okay, if you wish so. Asta told me a lot about you, he has you in very high esteem.”

Oh, did Mimosa just blushed right there? Yes, she did and even got a cute little smile on her face!

Vanessa started to understand. Mimosa certainly had a crush on Asta as well. Couldn’t blame that dear girl for that, honestly. Vanessa couldn’t tell though if Noelle was aware about her cousins crush on Asta or if she was just jealous that another girl was close to Asta. In any case, she wouldn’t admit it, obviously.

Well, that was some news. They weren’t even arrived at Lavender Island yet and she already learned something juicy. Vanessa was now almost disappointed that Asta wasn’t part of the mission, so she could have witness this sweet love drama in its full glory. But for the sake of those two princesses, maybe it was for the better.

Asta was a sweet lad, but so terribly dense and oblivious that sometimes even Vanessa was fed up with it. If he hadn’t realized Noelles feelings so far, it was only fair to assume that he also didn’t realized Mimosas as well.

What a situation, really. Logically, Vanessa was more close to Noelle, so she should maybe cheer for her squadmate more. But Mimosa was also such a sweet girl and she definitely appreciated Astas qualities, which was a huge plus point in Vanessas eyes. Happiness was something she deserved. And in the end, once he got a hold of his density, wouldn’t it be Astas choice? Be it Noelle, Mimosa or maybe someone else entirely?

That thought made Vanessa blink for a second. How strange. For as long as she knew the Black Bulls rookies, she always took for granted that Noelle and Asta would end up together one day. It seemed just the normal course of action in her eyes. But now that she learned that Mimosa Vermillion was also having feelings for Asta, she actually considered the possibility that Asta might fall for someone else…

Well, as exciting as it was, Vanessa hoped that it won’t end up tragically. It was fair to assume that both Noelle and Mimosa loved Asta enough that they would support each other, if he would choose one of them or someone else, that they would be happy for him. And Vanessa would certainly not try to sabotage any relationship just so Noelle can get with him. She often read some stupid romance novels were the love interest ended up with someone else first and the main character tried to sabotage that relationship, often with the help of friends. In the name of “true love” and because “it was meant to be”, some shit like that. Vanessa always hated this kind of plots and she refused to become that type of person. Even for her squadmates.

Even for herself… After all, since the jealousy towards captain Charlotte just wouldn’t come at this point…

Oh no, dangerous territory here, a slippery edge it was the best to ignore and drown in wine. But as Vanessa wanted to take another sip, she had to realized that her bottle was empty.

“Oopsie! Empty bottle. Don’t mind me, you little ones, I’ll just get another one and I’ll be right back.”

“Vanessa, you shouldn’t. This is already your fourth bottle today.”

Vanessa fought the urge to roll her eyes. She loved Noelle dearly, but that constant worry about her drinking habits was sometimes really annoying. After all, her royal squadmate had the tendency to overreact.

“Noelle, sweetie, I’m really holding back. Normally, I would be at my eighth bottle at this point.”

“And what about those you drink in secret?”

Shoot, how did she know? Or maybe she was just bluffing.

“Don’t worry about it, I got this under control. Don’t forget, I’m an expert at magic control, that counts for drinking as well.”

Vanessa left the room before Noelle could protest. Thankfully, neither Mimosa nor Magna noticed it, Magna would have argued again with Noelle and Mimosa probably would have been worried too, as the healer she was.

As Vanessa closed the door, she heard Magna laughing, while Mimosa told something funny about Finrals jerk of a brother. Well, the bonding was already promising for this vacation. There was nothing to be worried about in her books.

If it worked with Mimosa, it would certainly work as well with the two captains of their team. Maybe it needed more effort with Noelles handsome brother. Especially after the accidental flirt yesterday. Gosh, this was really embarassing. But what would life be without some little challenges here and there?

But first things first, a new bottle of wine. So, where was the kitchen of this ship again? With the cabins or below or above? Ships were rather like labyrinths for Vanessa and she lived in the maze that was the Black Bulls Hideout. But to be fair, she had never been on a ship before, no wonder it was easy to get lost.

“Ah, screw it, I’ll just ask a sailor to show me, let’s go on deck.”

Sadly, she didn’t saw any sailor on the deck, except for one who was behind that strange wooden wheel that was apparently leading the ship. Vanessa didn’t know what it was called and how it worked, but he looked certainly like he was on duty. So, better not asking him to show her the ships kitchen.

The only two other people present were the captains of the Aqua Deers and the Silver Eagles.

Uh, captain business?

Gosh, seeing them together like this, so different in so many ways, it was actually hard to believe that both of them were captains.

Not to mention that they were both so different as well from captain Yami… and captain Charlotte…

Dangerous territory, Vanessa. Don’t think about it.

Why did that thought sounded like she was trying to convince herself?

To distract her, Vanessa started to observe captain Nozel in particular.

Like yesterday, she was taken aback that she never realized how handsome this man was. Okay, she knew that he was handsome, but what she never noticed before was how fine-looking he was.

His profile was something else, it looked sharp and at the same time, there was a softness within, making him elegant. That jawline was probably the most mesmerizing one she ever saw and she had been in awe of Yamis jawline for long. His hair looked spiky, but Vanessa was ready to bet that it only looked that way. The shining of it was the same as Noelles and her young squadmate had quite the silky hair. Maybe his hair was silky too, just fuller? It had to be fuller than Noelles, otherwise he wouldn’t be able to make such an iconic braid out of his bangs.

Speaking of, it was astounding how such a hairstyle looked so good on him. Not ridiculous at all. Vanessa didn’t know how the captain of the Silver Eagles could pull it off, but he did. It was somehow fitting, as it did give him an eagle look. Was it on purpose or just a coincidence?

The beginning sunset bathed him in some pale golden light, only accenting his beauty. He was still looking cold and distance, yet the golden light somehow made it look as it was just a mask, as there was more behind. She saw the metallic lilac of his eyes, such a rare and mesmerizing shade. Vanessa did wonder if under a certain light, maybe his eyes would have more a lavender shade.

In this moment, it was almost the case…

Captain Nozel seemed to have finished to talk about whatever it was with captain Rill, as he walked away from his colleague. Vanessa was taken aback about how elegantly he was walking. Why haven’t she never realized it before? Granted, she never had much to do with him or Silver Eagles in general. But still…

His march seemed so focused, his aura was still cold. Yet, when he walked on the deck, his Silver Eagle robe slightly floating behind him, his expression serious, his lilac eyes clearly hiding more than they were showing, he looked more than just royal in her eyes. He looked majestic…

Gosh, did she really just thought that? Damn… maybe Zora was right, maybe she could easily be distracted by a pretty face. Well, she could still admit that Nozel Silva was handsome, no need to interpret more. After all, he wasn’t her type. He wasn’t buff like captain Yami. Yet, looking at the captain of the Silver Eagles, Vanessa dared to think that while he wasn’t buff, he wasn’t a beanpole either, like captain Jack. She knew that you don’t need to be buff to have muscles. Maybe it was the case for Nozel Silva? He always wear a lot of layers, like his Silver Eagle robe and Vanessa knew from Noelles clothes that the Silva attires could be rather complicated and with multiple layers. Light ones, though. Maybe there were some muscles hiding under all those layers.

Lean, well-defined muscles… That seemed rather attractive. Maybe she should stop looking only at buff men?

Phew, her thoughts were running wild. Was this good or bad? Was it right to forget her crush on captain Yami? Maybe, since the jealousy just wouldn’t take her.

Oh no, slippery slope again. Why did it always come back to her mind?

Nozel nodded slightly as he passed her, but that was all. He didn’t even glanced at Vanessa. Well, at least he wasn’t ignoring her, like he might would have done before his apology to Noelle. Yet, Vanessa wouldn’t have blamed him if he would’ve ignored her. Given how she accidentally flirted with him yesterday.

Still, it was somehow rude, just a nod and nothing else. Good reminder actually that he was still a cold jerk. But a damn attractive one.

“Oh, hello Vanessa!”

Captain Rills voice took her away from his eye-catching colleague and he even waved at her. Vanessa waved back and went towards him. Why not bonding with him too? He was a kind and sweet lad. So different from Nozel Silva…

“So, what were you two captains talking about? Captain business? Some small-talk? Enjoying the view?”

“I was, but Nozel was more focused on the mission.”

“I wonder why, it’s an easy mission, feels more like a vacation to me.”

“Well, it’s about nobles and weddings, I guess it is especially important to not lose focus.”

Really, captain Rill as well? Vanessa couldn’t be the only one who saw no problem with those weddings and this mission.

But maybe the captain of the Aqua Deers only tried to act like his rank. After all, he was the youngest captain ever so far and all the other ones were quite older than him. She wondered how it was like during captain meetings.

“Is it really such a big deal, captain Rill? I mean, when it comes to nobles and weddings.”

“It is complicated to me for the most part and thankfully my mother never urged me so far to get married. But I know enough to not be blind about it.” He was still smiling, but his voice was more serious than it usually was. “Noble marriages aren’t really out of love, it’s more about deals, power, alliances between houses, money… oh, that is a rough draft, but it’s the basic idea. I can’t really explain to it in details. Maybe you should ask Nozel, he understands certainly more about this topic than I do. Plus, he is also Head of House, he has to deal with such things probably on a daily basis.”

Vanessa frowned. Again this urban legend about loveless weddings and nobility. She just couldn’t believe that it was true, as it didn’t make any sense at all. At least to her, plus Noelle and Finral always have the tendency to exaggerate.

But captain Rills statement… and the fact that it was the first time someone outside of the Black Bulls talked about that topic…

“Maybe the nobles on the island are more open-minded about marriages than on the mainland,” Vanessa said slowly.

“Or maybe they are even more traditionalist because they live on an island.”

Well, she didn’t expected that statement. Why did it gave her a bad feeling about the whole mission?

“Captain Nozel knows more, you say?”

“I think so. I don’t think he likes it, he sometimes makes a face about nobles when he think no one is looking. Did I made a drawing of that face once? I certainly should. But yes, it’s only logical that as a Head of House, he knows more about it. If you wanna know more about nobles and their strange world, he is certainly your best shot right now.”

Maybe… But was it necessary? Vanessa was never really interested to know more about nobles and their world. It was too far away from her reach and since most of them never cared for the likes of the Black Bulls, why bother?

But somehow…

Was Noelle right? And Finral and some others, even captain Rill? Was it important to know more about nobility sometimes?

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“You are kind-hearted, Nozel… thank you…”

He could have sworn that his mother was smiling. But why would she? She was in pain, she had no reason to smile.

Nozel hold her hand a bit tighter. Fighting the tears in his eyes.

Was it just him or did her hand felt colder all of a sudden?

Maybe he should tell the servants to make some fire, his mother shouldn’t be cold in her condition.

But just as he stood up, her hand fell back on the blanket.

Lifeless…

“Mother?”

Acier Silva was still lying, her head a bit to the side were Nozel had been crouching, holding her hand. Her eyes were closed, her hair across the pillows looked like silver ink and she was actually smiling.

Does that mean that she was better? Was there still hope? It has to be, since she was smiling!

“Mother?”

Nozel put a hand against her cheek. It was cold…

And she wasn’t moving.

She wasn’t moving!

“Mother?”

There was no breathing… No, it was probably there, just very faint, not to be heard. Normal in her condition.

But as Nozel felt her pulse and her heartbeat, there was nothing but cold.

“Mama?”

Nozel hated how stammering his voice sounded now. He shouldn’t show any weakness. Mother counted on him and he was the only one who knew about this horrible curse. If not him, who else would be able to support her.

He shook her shoulders, softly first, then a bit more firmly. But Acier Silva, captain of the Silver Eagles and the Dancing of the Battlefield, didn’t moved.

“Mama…”

She can’t be dead, right? They wouldn’t let evil win, they were stronger than that. But she wasn’t moving.

Nozel couldn’t hold back the tears anymore, still denying the horrible fact as he fell on his knees, taking her hand again and looking at the smiling face of his mother. She was smiling, but it was cold.

Calling her, but she was gone… as well as his childhood.

“MAMA!”

Nozel woke up, sweating and panting, despite not feeling hot and wearing only his pyjama pants. As he looked around, he realized that he was not in his mother’s chamber on that fateful day, but in his cabin on the ship. Sailing to Lavender Island.

Just a nightmare. A memory.

They were always the same.

Nozel tried his best to calm his breathing. He should be focused, he was on a mission. Even worse, a mission involving nobles and weddings. This wasn’t the time to show any weakness. Neither in front of nobles nor of his companions.

One of them was Noelle…

He sighed deeply as he fell back on the pillow. On one hand, he was happy that his sister was also part on this mission. Of course, it wasn’t the first time that they got to be part of the same team, as they had been both part of the Royal Knights. But this had been before of his apology and before they started to mend their relationship.

Before he made amends…

And this was the reason why, on the other hand, he felt like it might be overwhelming for her. Nozel already felt so nervous about it, so how nervous could Noelle be, who suffered a lot because of his mistakes? Was it a good idea to be on the same team, on the same mission, for a rather long period of time?

Maybe he shouldn’t have accepted to go on this mission. But to be fair, Nozel accepted to take it before Yami even decided to send Noelle. Nozel wondered if he would have refused to go if he had knew beforehand his baby sister would be chosen to be sent on Lavender Island. And his own answer balanced between “yes” or “no idea”, but never to “no”. Wasn’t this the proof that he wasn’t a good man and never would be? That he was such selfish scumbag?

Nozel knew that he would never be able to make up for all the mistakes he did, that nothing he would ever do could make someone good out of him.

Yet, why was he still trying to reach to Noelle, to atone for what he did, when it was useless anyway?

Nozel couldn’t answer that. Maybe he didn’t wanted to, but he couldn’t see a reason for trying that wasn’t selfish.

Besides, he knew very well why he accepted this mission. It was because Lavender Island was the place his mother spent her honeymoon.

With his father… but Nozel refused to even think about him.

No, all he could think about was that his mother apparently loved to spent time there, on Lavender Island. If she had lived, she certainly would have brought all four them there. She had always loved to take him and his siblings on vacation, whenever she had some days off, which didn’t happened often.

Nozel didn’t understood even why this reason motivated him so much to go on this mission. His mind wasn’t even that much focused on the task ahead, but more about seeing a place that meant a lot his mother.

Even though, like everything related to the wonderful Acier Silva, it put a sharp dagger through his heart. It opened a wound that never had been close since he was fourteen years old.

For so long, Nozel had been afraid to focus for too long on anything that was somehow related to his mother. It always hurt too much and more importantly, he didn’t deserve it to have those memories without pain.

Yet, lately, ever since Spade, he seem to remember more often, willingly. The pain was still too much to bare, yet Nozel couldn’t stop it.

Having lost his curse must have made him mad in a way. He was so used to have it that not having it anymore felt… wrong. Now wonder he was going mad, if not having a horrible thing made him felt mad.

Nozel touched his neck, there were the curse mark used to be was now just a subtle scar, barely seen or felt. Making the golden chocker he still wore useless, but he put it on anyway. A good person would have abandoned it.

But that wasn’t him.

It would never be him.

He couldn’t go back to sleep. Not with those thoughts. Maybe he should walk around and come back, it sometimes helped him to fell asleep again.

Nozel wondered if he should try to ignore all those thoughts or rather dwell on them. Both options seemed appalling, though.

As he stood up, his eyes fell onto the office desk of his cabin. It was quite the ingenious invention, as it was anchored to the wall and on the floor, making it impossible to move, even during a thunderstorm. Same as the bed and any other furniture.

It wasn’t much anyway, but Nozel didn’t mind that much. This cabin, despite being smaller, actually had more furniture than his chambers back at the palace.

But his eyes fell on the books that were on it. Six, actually.

Three were his own. It was a long time since he read those stories and it felt a bit wrong to bring something on a mission that had nothing to do with it. But somehow, Nozel thought that maybe he could. Noelle did it as well, after all.

The Rose Crown, Fawkes & Geneviève, Lullaby of the Maiden…

It was just stories from old medieval times, when there was no Magic Knight squads and Wizard King. Stories of courteous love, of knights and fair ladies, tragedies, of only loving from afar.

If he ever would fall in love – as if that would happen to a man like him – Nozel always assumed that it would be this way. Only from afar, as pure as it could be. But never happy.

The other three books were more recent, had happy endings and were also about love. But despite that, it still hurt. Not only because he would never know that, but also because… those were some of his mother’s favourite novels.

Pride & Prejudice, Persuasion, Sense & Sensibility…

Why did he brought those books with him? Was it because he would go to a place his mother loved?

Well, Nozel didn’t want to read anyway.

After putting his sandals on, he made his bed and left his cabin. The ship was still moving, subtle only, as a mother rocked a baby.

Mother…

Nozel started to walk along the hallway. As silently as he could, to not wake up the others.

But apparently, it wasn’t good enough. A door to another cabin opened.

And the Black Bull witch came out.

Nozel froze. Why did it had to be her? As if it was already not enough that she certainly hated him because of what happened to Noelle and wouldn’t want anything to do with him? No, just yesterday, she stumbled as she came on the ship, he had to catch her… and she actually dared to flirt with him, in front of everyone, before realizing it was him!

Nozel wondered if she was as embarrassed as he was. But no, she was known as the Drunk Witch and given Noelles stories during her visits, that woman might have completely banned embarrassment from her personal dictionary.

The witch looked up and gasped a bit as she saw him. Nozel quickly looked away because… she barely was wearing something. Just her underwear! Was that even normal, even for a Black Bull? Not to mention that those pieces of fabric could barely be qualified as underwear, as they barely even covered…

Why did he looked back? Nozel turned his eyes again. She must think he was some kind of open pervert that only objectified women. As if she hadn’t already a horrible opinion about him.

He had to admit that, objectively speaking of course, she was quite beautiful. Much more than many noble ladies that always tried to woo him. Her porcelain skin, those long eyelashes, her elegant arms and legs, that swan like neck, her eyes, that wavy hair and that special shade of pink… what was it called, rosewood?

Oh no, he didn’t realized that he was staring again! What was wrong with him? Was this whole mission a big mistake, as he took decision he never would have made before? Like indulging anything related to his mother?

And the pain came back…

For a moment, Nozel had the impression that something in her eyes softened. But that was his mind playing tricks on him. Why would she ever soften her glance at him? He hurt Noelle who her squadmate.

“Bad dream, huh?”

“Is there any other kind?”

Nozel hated that he said that out loud. As true as it was for him, it was still a weakness and he shouldn’t show any weakness. Especially in front of someone who of course didn’t like him, might even despise him.

And who had good reasons for that.

“Wanna come in? That kind old sailor cook made me some and it’s always a good thing against bad dreams.”

Nozel looked up, shocked by her proposition. Why was she nice to him? Didn’t she resent him? She should, right? She had no reason to offer him something as delicious as hot chocolate.

And… why did she reminded him of his mother? Acier also swore that nothing was better against nightmares than hot chocolate.

“Cat got your tongue? Don’t tell me you dislike hot chocolate, handsome. Noelle always needs at least three big bowls of cocoa each morning. Don’t tell me she is the only one the family, that sweettooth must be in the genes.”

Now, her tone was flirty again. Was it to tease him? A subtle undertone to show that she disliked him? Some noble ladies who tried to woo him sometimes used that tone with him, Nozel neither was blind nor deaf.

But somehow, it still felt different…

Again, his imagination. Just his imagination.

But the witch was also one of Noelles squadmates and probably a better sibling he would ever be, no matter how hard he tried. If he wanted to be on better terms with his sister, then being polite with her squadmates maybe would be helpful.

“Only one cup, then.”

He might be polite, but he didn’t want to stay for too long. It was already unfitting for him to enter a woman’s chamber, even though she invited him. Nozel already so much dignity with all the mistakes he made, he could at least try to hold the last bit of respect that wasn’t in the mud.

The witch smiled – why? – and waved him in. As he entered, Nozel saw that her cabin wasn’t different from his, except that it was fuller and completely in disorder. It almost looked like Nebras bedroom, either at the palace or back at the base of the Silver Eagles. And Nozel thought no one could top Nebras shambolic nature.

It was strange. There was some familiar feeling in this chaos, even though it wasn’t Nebras. And it wasn’t back home at the palace.

Although… The Silva Palace stopped to be his home from the day his mother died. It was just the place he lived, but not home.

Another pang of familiar guilt went through his heart.

In the meantime, the witch filled two little cups with hot chocolate and handed one to him. Nozel took it, careful to not show his hesitation. He still had no idea if the witch was just trying to be polite or if there was something he should be cautious about. She was a Black Bull and certainly knew about Noelles past. She had reasons to hate him and maybe thought that Noelle needed to be avenged.

And Nozel wouldn’t even blame her. Wasn’t it normal to want to avenge people you loved and that had been wronged? He himself wanted to take revenge on Megicula for his mother. Why wouldn’t the Black Bull witch taking revenge on Noelles behalf?

And yet still… Nozel couldn’t feel anything out of the ordinary, anything that would have woken up his suspicions.

“Not quite the talker, aren’t you, sugar?” the witch giggled while taking a sip.

“Not really.”

“Small talk isn’t the worst, you know?”

“Small talk is what nobles use if they hope to gain something on the subtle way from a royal, especially a Head of House. I had to deal with those kind of people my entire life since I was fifteen… So, I have yet to find something positive about small talks.”

The disgust must have been quite obvious in his voice. The witch frowned and looked closely at him. He felt like his mask was falling. And he couldn’t have that.

“You don’t like nobles.”

Well, what an understatement.

“You know, for long I thought that only the kind commoners, peasants and some misfits like us Black Bulls would dislike nobility. But not only, as I found out. If even a royal like you, who isn’t a black sheep like Noelle and who is actually a Head of House, doesn’t like nobles, I really wonder why nobility still exists.”

Good question. But it wasn’t as easy as that.

“It’s… complicated.”

“That’s an easy way to not handle things going wrong.”

“Sometimes… but sometimes, it is not an excuse. It is really complicated. I am… myself struggling with it. But I’m not the only one. It is difficult to understand for many and a lot of nobles… add to the problem. They love power and a lot just want more of it. It’s simply put, but it’s the basic image.”

“Why not getting rid of nobility and any status altogether?”

“If it was that easy, it would already be done a long time ago.”

Nozel refused say more. The witch clearly didn’t care about nobles and how that corrupt world worked. If her idea was to simply get rid of it, she clearly was naïve. Which was stupid and not a good thing to be as a Magic Knight.

Yet, Nozel envied her a bit for her naivety. He had it as well when he was a child. But he lost it when his mother died.

And he lost every right of childlike joy when he started his unforgivable mistakes…

The witch must have noticed something shifting within him, as she put a hand on his bare shoulder. Nozel flinched at the touch. It was cold, yet not disagreeable. And her skin felt like silk…

But his flinch made her back away.

“Sorry, didn’t meant to startle you. But I think that since you don’t like nobles, maybe you shouldn’t have come to this mission.”

“The Wizard King asked me to come.”

“Well, I don’t think he would have mind you saying no.”

“I’m a captain. I can’t just say no when it fits me.”

“Yami does it all the time.”

“I’m not Yami.”

Nozel really hoped his tone hasn’t been to harsh. He knew how much the Black Bulls cared for the foreigner and they had good reasons for it. They went all to Spade in order to save their captain. Certainly the witch wouldn’t like if someone talks about Yami Sukehiro in a negative tone.

He didn’t like Yami, but he would be stupid to not respect him.

“Do you maybe have another reason to go on this mission?”

How did she know? Was her drunk reputation just a mask and she was actually terribly observant?

Nozel did the mistake again to look at her without his usual mask. And the witch dared to roll her eyes.

“It’s simple logic, darling. It visibly bothers you to go on that mission, yet you’re still going. You certainly have another reason than the mission. Nothing wrong with that, I don’t think you should be ashamed about it.

He wasn’t ashamed! Not really, but…

“It was the place my mother spent her honeymoon.”

“Oh.”

She sounded like she understood. Why?

“Does Noelle know?”

“Not yet…”

“You should tell her. Don’t you think you owe her that?”

“I know!”

He saw the witch flinch and he immediately regretted to have yelled. He didn’t want to yell, but he hated being remembered from others that he owed Noelle. He knew that better than anyone else. He owed his little sister more than could fit in the rest of his life and it would never be enough.

“I’m apologize for the yelling, miss Enoteca.”

“Please, handsome, you can call me just Vanessa.”

“Miss Vanessa… I know I owe Noelle this. But… Noelle looks so much like our mother and it is one of the pathetic reason that had lead me to do all those my mistakes towards her. I know that she deserves to know more about our mother. But Noelle is also her own person and after being practically in the shadow of a woman she never knew… it had hurt her. And I’ll do anything, anything… that it won’t hurt her again. I just… don’t know how to do it.”

Nozel hadn’t meant to tell the witch all of that. It was a bad idea, especially in front of someone who disliked him. It would sound to her like he was trying to find excuses. But that wasn’t it.

But who would believe that?

Still, it had felt… right to tell it to someone. To open his heart, even just a bit. He didn’t deserve it, of course. Yet it still felt it needed to get out. How strange.

Was he really getting unable to carry his burden anymore?

“Handsome… have you ever been able to grieve?”

Her voice didn’t sound any kind of upset or not believing him. Not even unkind. It sounded… like she was surprised, taken aback, maybe a bit sorry.

Hopefully it wasn’t pity. Nozel had never been able to handle pity.

And compassion had never been given, at least he never saw it.

“Tell me, miss Vanessa…”

“Just Vanessa is fine.”

“When… when a child, not even old enough to have a grimoire, lost a loving a parent… and is left alone to take care of the other siblings, unable to properly grieve and placed in a position to big for someone that age… What should be done?”

Nozel didn’t even know why he asked. After so many years, he hadn’t questioned why he didn’t got help. But…

All of a sudden, he remembered how he had asked himself this question when mother died. And he never get an answer. Was there even one?

The witch seemed to think a bit before answering, “Well, that child certainly shouldn’t be left alone. At least one adult should be there to support said child and the younger siblings, to help all of them dealing with the loss.”

“And… when no adult was there? When no adult helped?”

“That would be so cruel to leave a child alone with a task too big for that age. Left alone, that poor child might make mistakes and be screwed growing up, not to mention the younger siblings. But which adult would leave a child alone in that situation.”

Nozel didn’t answer. He just look at the witch. Not even trying to hold his usual mask. He didn’t had the strength anymore for it. Not tonight at least. He really was getting weak.

He saw confusion on the witch’s face at first, then the slow realization. His heart break for some reason at the sight… Was it right to have told her that much already? And why was his heart breaking when it wasn’t even whole in the first place?

Nozel felt like he was losing himself. Again…

“Wait… don’t tell me… that child is you? No one helped you? Why?”

He didn’t answer. After all, he didn’t had the answer himself. Except that he wasn’t a good person, but somehow, it sounded so… wrong?

The witch looked like she wanted to hug him, but thankfully she didn’t. Pity wasn’t something he wanted to get.

Instead, she put her cup back on the table and put a hand on his shoulder. This time, Nozel didn’t flinch. He couldn’t look at her either. It was wrong that he told her all of that. But it didn’t felt like it…

“You shouldn’t had been left alone back then…”

Nozel didn’t cry. He couldn’t. But her genuine kindness, despite her obviously disliking him, was enough to let at least one single tear fell from his eyes.

Vanessa went silent, but her presence was somehow doing more than his guilt…

[br34k1ng-bl0g]

So tired of ppl having the worst breaking bad takes of all time.

"idk I just thought Skyler was anno-" shut up.

"I didn't like Walt JR because he-" literally don't care.

"Jesse was so emotionally unsta-" don't.care.

I genuinely don't understand why ppl dislike like characters. The only way I can possibly see hating them to the amount that some ppl do is just. Misogyny. Ablism. And fucking. You just don't understand his character or any of the things that he went through during the show.

If Ur one of those BrBa fans DNI.

[fastlikealambo]

I left my pom poms in an alternate dimension. || eddie munson x black!fem reader

summary: you were supposed to be avoiding your ex, you were supposed to be talking chrissy out of buying drugs like a good friend, you were not supposed to see your best friend's body crumpled on the ceiling of your ex's trailer. 

now you're being hunted by  an avenging dickhead in a letterman's jacket, a monster with a clock fetish, and worse, your ex boyfriend accused of the same murder you are is right along with you for the ride.

eddie munson's an open book, but you've got secrets, one big secret that caused your breakup and could destroy your life and Hawkins forever.

who knows? 

maybe the best kind of couples' therapy is saving the goddamn world.

trigger warning: violence, gore, eventual smut, reader is 18+, use of pet names, trauma, child abuse, everyone’s favorite cheerleader going snap crackle and pop.

as always ageless blogs and minors, please dni

                            Chapter One: The Hellfire Club

You shouldn’t have come here.

“ Sweetheart, you’re scaring me.” Eddie said in a low voice, standing at the top of the stairs.

 He takes one step down and you move two steps back, the lights outside of his trailer coming on, your blood soaked pajamas coming into full view.

“Is that blood? Who did this to you?” Your boyfriend asked horrified, taking the stairs two at a time to get to you  but you put a shaky hand out in front of him.

“Stay back Eddie, please.” You whimpered and Eddie freezes in place, his hands out in front of him in a defensive position. 

“Angel, you’re hurt and you’re scared, please you have to tell me what’s going on!  Whatever it is, I can handle it, I just want to help you.“ Eddie puts a hand on your bloody cheek, eyes brimming with tears.

“ Was it Walt? Did he do this?” Eddie asked, jaw clenched and the sound of your sobbing in confirmation makes his jaw clench.

He doesn’t know you’ve done.

“Let’s get you inside, okay?  I’ll wake my uncle, I’ll call 911, I’ll call Hopper,  the Pentagon, whoever the fuck I need to call but I’ll take care of you, I promise.” Eddie holds his hand to you and there’s nothing more you want to do than tell him everything.

But you can’t.

“I’m sorry Eddie, I’m so sorry, but you need to stay away from me. I shouldn’t have come here, I won’t come here again.” You said simply, starting to back away, too much of a coward to look the only person you’ve ever truly loved in the eye.

“Please don’t do this, I love you. Did I do something wrong?” 

This is all your fault.

“You didn’t do anything wrong, Eddie.” 

“ Please-

“Just stay the fuck away!” You yelled, forcing yourself to watch Eddie’s face break before picking up your bike and running away.

He didn’t deserve that, nobody deserved that, but at least now he was safe.

Safe from you.

                                       ONE YEAR LATER

“And sometimes I wonder: how much loss could a community take?”

If Jason talked any longer, you were gonna barf into your pom poms. 

Chrissy’s smiling face kept you from hurling on the Hawkins High gym floor but if he didn’t shut the fuck up soon, you were going to go full Linda Blair at this pep rally.

How all those poor people who died at the mall related to the championship game you couldn’t figure out but the crowd went wild and you were on your feet with the rest of the squad, screaming wildly.

The pep rally ended quickly after that with Chrissy looping her arm with yours, a big smile on her face.

“You’re coming to the party after the game right? You promised!” Chrissy said.

“I’ll be there, might have to leave early, I’ve got work in the morning and I’ve got to be up to let Walt’s nurse in but I’ll be there as promised.” You said, playfully nudging her with your shoulder before grabbing your books from your locker.

“Can I ask you something? Promise you won’t get mad?” Chrissy turned to you, eyes wide.

“That depends on the question. What’s up?” 

“Does Eddie still deal?”

His name makes you drop your trapper keeper, your homework spilling out on the floor and you both bend over to pick it all up.

“ I don’t know, honestly, we don’t talk. Wait, why would you need to know if he’s still in business?” You asked, confused and very much eager to get the subject of your ex boyfriend out of the conversation.

 Chrissy doesn’t look you in the eye for a second but when she does it’s like a dark cloud fell over her features. It’s not the first time this week you’ve seen that cloud.

“ If something was up, you’d tell me?”

“You bet! I just wanted to get some party favors and I was looking to score.”

“ Score? Why are you talking like an after school special? Look, I know something’s up Chrissy, whatever it is, drugs are not gonna fix it. I won’t tell Jason, I won’t tell anybody, I promise.” You whispered. 

 Chrissy meets your worried gaze, clutching her books tightly to her chest.

“Do you ever feel like you’re losing your mind?”

“Once every fifteen minutes. Why?” 

“ Chrissy-

The cloud vanishes from your best friend’s face just as quickly as it came, a fake smile in place.

“I gotta run, see you at warmups!” Chrissy interrupted, voice too high and too cheerful before taking off towards the bathroom.

Something felt very, very, wrong.

The bell rings and the hallway becomes a fast moving current, snapping you out of your haze as you bump into someone hard.

“Oh, sorry! I didn’t mean to.” You apologized immediately, the nervous laugh dies on your lips when you realize whom you’ve bumped into.

“Eddie, I-

He steps back without a word, letting the sea of students flood between you two until the hallway is empty and you’re alone.

Just as it should be.

You don’t have a chance to talk to Chrissy during warmups and the game started soon after. It all goes by in a blur until Lucas Sinclair saves The Tigers from crushing defeat and even you can’t help but join in the absolute chaos of the win.

The game empties out and you grab your duffle bag, searching for Chrissy in the crowd.

“You need a ride to Benny’s?” Patrick asked with Lucas in Sinclair in tow.

“No, I got my car, I’ll see you there though! Great job tonight, Lucas!” You said, your first actual smile of the night fades as you spot a very familiar van and a very familiar cheerleader driving off.

“Chrissy, I’m not a narc but this isn’t you.”

“Chrissy, you’re my best friend, you don’t need drugs, you just need friendship.”

“Chrissy, get in the motherfucking car right now!”

You practice what you’re gonna say to Chrissy as you speed (well as much as a broken down ford pinto could speed) to the one place you swore never to return to. 

The lights inside of Eddie’s trailer are flickering what strikes you as odd but it takes everything in you to open your car door. Maybe if you could grab Chrissy without Eddie noticing in his own trailer.

Maybe you should just leave, Chrissy obviously didn’t want you there, didn’t trust you enough to tell her secrets to and who could blame her?

You had enough secrets for the pair of you.

You’re contemplating just going back to your car when you hear a scream that sends you bursting through the door.

“Chrissy you don’t-”

Oh God.

The sight above you is so horrifying, you choke on your words, you should be screaming but all you can do is stare at the contorted and broken body of your best friend on the ceiling, the monstrous product of something or someone truly evil.

But that evil was not the crying and screaming man on the ground near you and as much as you want to vomit and collapse onto the floor with him, you can’t.

“Eddie, we have to go.” You choked out, a trembling hand outstretched for him that he didn't take, still frozen in fear, screaming.

“Eddie, we have to go now!” You yelled, grabbing him by the scruff of his hellfire shirt and pulling him to his feet. You’re running on shaky legs, all but dragging Eddie out of the front door as Chrissy’s snapped corpse crumples to the ground behind you.

You were right, there was something very, very, wrong here.

That’s our first chapter, I hope it doesn’t suck!

[scorevechkin]

💜 for brad/ray?

*cracks knuckles* here we go!!

When Brad stalks off, Ray thinks that okay, maybe it was stupid but he wasn’t going to get an earful about it, because he knew it was a stupid thing to do. Who the fuck gets out of their relatively safe vehicle to stand in front of another vehicle in the middle of a fucking firefight? Ray, apparently.

“Brad’s comin’ in hot, at your three o’clock.” Walt chimes out suddenly before hopping off to leave Ray all by his lonesome and fully at the mercy of Brad’s righteous attitude. Ray grimaces but shifts to lean against the humvee, smiling when he turns to face Brad.

“What’s up Brad? Checked the tires, they’re all fine and dandy, no spares needed.”

Brad gives him a steely gaze before looking around and then stepping closer.

“What the fuck was that, Ray?”

Play stupid, his mind supplies. “What was what?”

“Stop it, you fucking jumping out of the humvee, are you looking to get yourself killed?” Brad asks, voice low enough that it drives a shiver down Ray’s spine. He hates being under Brad’s gaze when he’s like this, like he’s torn between chastising Ray or mother henning him.

Ray frowns, he knows it was stupid, but it was sort of neccessary, especially considering apparently everyone suddenly forgot they’d had comms. “Well, LT jumped out too and—”

Brad stops him with a sharp “Ray.” And Ray’s mouth clicks shut and he swallows, feeling annoyed and maybe hopeful or something, because he knows it was stupid but there’s a part of him that feels like doing cartwheels because Brad cares enough to get mad. Or maybe he just doesn’t want the trouble of getting a new RTO. “Fick is our commanding officer, of course he’s expected to get out and direct us, but you just can’t — you can’t.” He sucks in a breath, rubbing at his eyes with one hand and Ray just stares.

“Don’t fucking do that again,” Brad says after a long pause, his face contorting like he’s trying to continue being mad before his gaze softens a bit. “I can’t unfuck the radios myself,” comes out a little forced and fake sounding but Brad smiles and Ray can’t help but mirror it.

“Yeah, you would be pretty lost without me.”

“I would. I really would, Ray.”

Then Brad’s taking another look around before he’s stepping forward, hand up on the humvee’s roof and leaning in closer. Ray feels goosebumps spread across his neck at the body heat radiating off of Brad, a stark contrast to the cool air of the night. He doesn’t have much time to think about anything else before Brad’s kissing him quickly, knocking their foreheads together when he pulls away before ultimately moving away entirely, leaving Ray feeling like he’s floating

[blueshistorysims]

Early January 1909, Willow Creek College, England

“How was your winter holiday?” Joel asked the moment Byron stepped into their dorm. 

“Horrible. I thought summer break was bad, but…” He sighed. “My poor sister.”

Upon returning home for the summer, Alexander and Byron learned of the argument Edeline had with their parents, and her refusal to even eat dinner with their mother. Byron pitied his sister greatly, and he felt anger at his mother for saying such horrible things. The summer only got worse since Alexander smartly decided to spend all his free time with his beau Edith so they could snog all day, leaving Byron to comfort his two sisters.

Christmas had only multiplied the awkwardness. Edeline still refused to speak to their mama, and Rebecca refused to apologize. Byron honestly thought that Edeline was going to run away and never come back, and he wouldn’t blame her. He had never been more glad in his life to leave after New Year’s.

“Well, maybe they will make amends.”

“I pray to God that they do,” he muttered, sitting next to his friend. 

“I still can’t believe next year is your last.”

“I know,” Byron replied. “I’m turning 14 next month, and I’m already looking at universities.”

“Good luck.”

The friendship he had with Joel was far different from the friendship he had with Reggie. It was a different connection, a different feeling, and Byron didn’t know how to describe it. He was always happier when Joel was there, and sometimes, when they messed around, and Joel would touch him, his heart fluttered. 

He didn’t know what to make of his feelings, so he went to the one place he found refuge, the library. More often than not, he found himself reading Leaves of Grass by Walt Wittman, The Picture of Dorian Gray by Oscar Wilde, among others, books that had been decried by Victorian society for their depictions of homosexuality, and yet, he couldn’t stop reading them. The words were comforting, relatable.

So perhaps it wasn’t surprising that it dawned on him, reading in the library late at night that reason why he connected with the words so much. The descriptions of the men and their relationships was how he felt about Joel. He was attracted to Joel. He was attracted to men.

The revelation shocked him, and if he hadn’t been in a library, he would have screamed. He liked men? That couldn’t be. He’d had crushes on girls in the past. He liked women. He was horrified by the thought. 

Unknowing what else to do, he went back to his room, close to tears, and to his relief, found it empty. He slammed the door shut and sat on the floor, leaning against his bed. “My god,” he whispered, tears spilling from his eyes.

So of course, five minutes later, the door opened, and Joel walked in, pointing at something. “Byron, are you  in t-what’s wrong?” He asked, surprised to see the state his friend was in. 

Byron looked up and wanted the scream. He was the last person he wanted to see. “...It-it’s nothing.”

Joel frowned and sat next to him. “I know we’ve only each other this year, but you can trust me. I consider you one of my closest friends.”

Byron wanted to scream. Instead, he wiped his face and shook his head. “...I couldn’t. I shan’t. Besides, isn’t it normal for us Englishmen to ignore our feelings and never speak of them?”

He laughed. “I am not like most Englishmen, Byron. I don’t think you are either.”

He turned to him, unsure of what to make of his words. “...What?”

Joel swallowed, his face growing pale. “I’ve seen what you’ve been reading lately,” he said, his voice barely a whisper. “I’m about to do something very stupid.”

Byron barely processed what his friend had said before Joel pressed his lips against his.

Byron blinked. Joel was kissing him. He was kissing Joel. He liked kissing Joel. After a second, he just closed his eyes and went with it, deciding for once not to care about the consequences. 

[crazyunsexycool]

What was Ransom's feelings when reader first got in touch with him? Was he like "omg" or "wtf" when he seen she was getting in touch

The call

Let’s make this a drabble!!

Warning: none really, maybe a bit of asshole Ransom, and some angst?

“Maybe when you stop thinking with your dick and your ideas aren’t shit I’ll take them seriously.” Ransom snapped.

“Watch your mouth you ungrateful son of a bitch.”

“Eat shit Walt.” Ransom slammed the door to the conference room shut behind him. Everyone made sure to move out of the way lest they get caught in his wrath.

Ransom stalked toward his office with that permanent scowl on his face. He didn’t necessarily hate the job just most of the people he worked with, especially his uncle.

“Sir.” His assistant Ian stood at the door to Ransom’s office with a stack of papers. “These just came in via courier.”

Ransom just snatched the stack out of his hand and walks into his office.

“One more thing sir. I received a phone call and was told you absolutely needed to call back. It was of high importance.” Ian holds out a bright yellow post it note which Ransom also snatched out of his hand.

“Leave.”

“Yes sir.”

The door closes quietly as Ransom walks towards his desk and sets down everything in his hands. His initial thought is to just throw away the post it but the name on it gets his attention.

Please call Y/N Y/L/N

High importance .

He stared at the information he held for a few minutes. It had been years since the last time he talked to you. Ransom had cut all ties with you after graduation so what could you possibly need? Any and all anger he had been feeling a few seconds ago had completely disappeared. His thoughts all replaced by you. Ransom knew you didn’t have a lot of people in your life that had your back except for your best friend from high school. Had something bad happened? He moved and sat behind his desk and moved to grab the phone. After dialing the first three numbers he stopped. What could he possibly say to you?

Those thoughts were stopped when Walt barged in and began berating Ransom again. The post it laid crumpled on his desk forgotten.

****

“Sir, I have another request for you to call this number immediately.” Ian hands yet another post it note to Ransom.

It had been a few hours since he got the last one. Any courage to call and figure out why you were reaching out were gone. At this point he didn’t want to call. Hearing your voice would only bring up memories and feelings he wasn’t ready to face. Could he tell you he thought about you every day? Would it matter?

****

Ransom’s evening is full of more meetings and crap. His day has only gone down hill since his arguments with Walt. Now all he wanted to do was go home make himself a drink or three and then go to bed.

Before he gets up to go the door to his office opens one more time. This time Ian looks red in the face. This time he has a huge piece of paper in his hand as he walks towards Rans’s desk. He lays the paper in front of his boss and points at it.

“You better call this damn number before the end of tonight. I never want to hear from the person on the other end of this line. Now I have tolerated a lot from you but if you don’t do as I ask I’ll quit.”

“Who do you think you’re talking to? I could fire you and make sure you never find decent work again.”

“I don’t care. Call the damn number.” Ian huffs and walks out leaving a dumbfounded Ransom looking at your number again.

He grumbles under his breath and snatches the paper up. Ransom decided to get home before calling you.

When he’s finally home and had a drink he dials the number but he doesn’t press call. Ransom sets his phone on the coffee table and stares at it. Even now you made him nervous. The bad habit of bitting his nails, which you always admonished him for, comforted him. Maybe you finally wanted to tell him off for how he ended things. He did the same thing for the next few minutes. Grab his phone, look at the number, chicken out from actually calling and then bite his nails to ease his nerves. Finally after another glass of whiskey he dialed.

His heart was a jackhammer against his rib age when he heard your voice. But all at once all the nerves and uneasiness washed away. He shouldn’t have been surprised that even now you could calm him just with your voice. When the call ended Ransom was still completely shocked.

He had a chance to meet his kids and see you again. He sure as hell wasn’t going to waste that opportunity.

[cozza-frenzy]

you seem hopeful

I mean - what else are we supposed to do, give up? Let the bastards who hate us and wish we weren't here win? Terry tried that already; they gave up and lost their will to live. But the others refused to let them go without a fight, and they pooled every last scrap of hope they had so they'd still be here, because they are loved, and there isn't a single part of us that does nothing. And out there in the real world, there is no-one out there who can't do something. There are people out there who will drag whatever shitty laws might come out of this situation in front of a court, and advocate for rights, and demand their voices be heard. There are people who'll take to the streets and let the law go fuck itself, who'll cause disruptions that force people to pay attention. And even if you're not one of these movers and shakers - they're still people that need friends. That need to be fed, clothed, healed, sheltered. That need to be cheered on or cheered up, that need to be inspired and touched by what you can create. Like how Terry is still here, they need you to live - they need you to do the small everyday things so that they can do the big, important, or more specialized things. Even if all you can do is just be here, they're people who need you to be there so they have someone to make a difference for. Nobody is coming from on high to save us. Stories have sold us the myth of the singular hero, the main character, the Chosen One, the only important person who exists. But in the real world no single person has ever swooped in to save the day - not without the collective action of countless smaller groups of people, whose names might be lost to history, but whose actions continue to have real impact. We once made a post about how The Incredibles 2 wasn't safe for people with epilepsy, but it would have never gone viral and started an entire movement - that resulted in the Walt Disney Megacorp itself stepping in, and re-animating a scene to fix the problem in future iterations of the movie - if people hadn't cared enough. We made the post, but it was people giving a shit that signal boosted it all the way across the entire internet. So we band together. We organize. We survive. We care about each other. People in the third world have been doing this for decades and it's about damn time our society sat down, shut up, and listened to what they have to say. It's time to stop thinking that it's every man for himself on this bitch of an earth, and start thinking in terms of the collective - of the community that's out there waiting to be realized. We might not save the world on our own; but everyone around us has a world within them, and they're part of the worlds of those around them. If we save someone, we save each other's worlds. The sun will rise again, and we need to be there, we need to live if we're going to walk into the light together. Our enemies depend on us not realizing this. Don't let them win.