#sorry babe you're so fucking stupid you see someone who need saving you save them

[monstersqueen]

clown to clown communication

[modelbus]

hey babe! congrats on 1000 that's insane !!!

if you're still taking event requests I have oneeee :))

dream, soulmates (tattoo would be so cute) then the word horror <3

Thank you!! The word “horror” lets me have so much fun…

Pairing: Cc!Dream x Gn!Reader

Soulmate AU - Horror

Dream made the biggest mistake by inviting you for real-life manhunt. You weren’t just ready, you were prepared. The past months had been spent training, even though you hated the early morning runs

But you just knew you had to win.

The bastard beat you enough in Minecraft. Real-life is where you’d exact your revenge, hit him right where it hurts.

His ego. Obviously. Nowhere else.

To save money, you had driven down to Orlando just for his video. You spent enough money buying cool clothes so you could match your Minecraft character, you didn’t need to spend more.

“Ready for this?” Sapnap asks, squinting in the mirror as he attempts to tie on his bandana. Key word: attempts. After a few tries, he gives up and stuffs it in his pocket.

“I was born ready to kick Dream’s ass.” You grin, relaxed against the couch. Unlike him, you’re already fully dressed.

Sapnap flexes a bicep, laughing at you in the mirror. “Me too. Take him down!”

Your eyes drift to the tattoo on the back of his shoulder. A black outline of a flame, small and seemingly insignificant. But you and the entire world knows better.

It’s his soulmate tattoo. Someone else, somewhere else, has that exact tattoo in that exact place. And that person is quite literally made for him in the same way Sapnap is made for them.

Everyone has a soulmate tattoo. Something unique in a completely random place on their body that matches one other person. There are a few rare cases with multiple matches, but it’s rare enough to find one soulmate. Finding any others you might have is damn near impossible.

You haven’t found yours yet. You might never will, knowing your luck.

Your tattoo is simple, and relatively hidden. A small sun, just below your knee. Cute and tiny; you love it. And you love knowing that there’s someone else with it.

“Are we actually going to run through the woods to catch him?” George asks, wandering in. Although you and Sapnap committed, he didn’t, and chose to instead go for normal clothes.

“And we’re going to win.” You add. “Don’t forget that part. I’m tackling that motherfucker.”

Sapnap throws his arm around George’s shoulder, shaking him violently. “LET’S GO!”

-

You should’ve said no when Dream asked you to do this.

You’re hot, and sweaty, and tired, and sore. Everything hurts. But, on the plus side, that means Dream has to be too.

Trampling through some trees, you can’t help but think of what George is doing. Probably casually walking along, enjoying this video. You’ll steal his chips later in retribution.

“Fuck Dream. Fuck Sapnap. Fuck George.” You huff, shifting the camera attached to your chest. “Fuck the fans. No, wait, I take that back. Love you fans.”

“Are you… okay?” Someone asks.

You shriek, jumping back and brandishing a stick as your weapon. If there’s a murderer out here, you’re going to haunt Dream’s ass, best friends or not.

The person cackles, and you whip your head around to stare at Dream. Dream, who has that stupid mask hanging by his side. Dream, who is dressed in the most horrendous green you’ll ever see.

“I hate your stupid video!” You declare. He grins back at you, and it’s only then that you realize what a sorry sight he is.

There’s dirt smeared over his T-shirt, and his pants are ripped. He must’ve tripped or gotten caught somewhere. If Sapnap or George got him, they would’ve said something on the radio.

Your gaze darts down, at the red heart charms hanging from a belt loop. If you take those, you win.

And you’re going to win.

“It’s hot, isn’t it—“ Dream starts, but you’re already tackling him.

“Give me the hearts!” You yell. “Hand them over! You lose, green asshole!”

“Woah, woah! Wait! We can talk this out!” He pushes at your shoulders, one hand covering the charms.

“No the fuck we can’t! It’s hot, Dream! You put me through this!”

You grab his wrist, trying to pry his fingers away from the charms, but to no avail. He’s not going to give them up, the bastard.

Somehow, he manages to scramble away from you, pushing himself up and on his feet before stumbling back. You’re left on the ground, reaching dramatically out for him.

“Did— did you train for this?” Dream asks in disbelief, stopping a few feet away.

You groan as a stick stabs into your elbow. “Maybe.”

He laughs, stepping forward and holding a hand out to you. “This was a really bad idea.”

“I know.” You sigh, then reach up and take his hand. “Can we scrap it and get a pizza or something?”

Whatever he says next is lost to you.

Because you look up at him, only for your eyes to get caught on the rip in his pants. The rip that’s just under his knee, wide enough for you to see skin.

The rip that reveals a small sun tattoo right under his knee, identical to yours.

“Are you getting up?” He asks, sounding amused.

All you can do is stare in absolute horror at the tattoo.

The man who put you through this torture, who forced you to endure the Florida heat for multiple hours outside. That man is your fucking soulmate.

The man who also happens to be your best friend, and someone you love no matter what he puts you through.

You use his hand as leverage to get on your feet, but don’t let go yet. Instead, you pull him closer for a hug.

“I haven’t said we’re scrapping it yet.” Dream points out, but wraps his arms around your waist anyway.

You’ll ask him about it later. You swear.

“But you will.” You murmur, reluctantly letting go. “So let’s get out of here.”

Dream, your soulmate.

Right now is too… busy to tell him. You’re in the middle of a recording, and in the woods. It’ll be better if you wait, give yourself some time to think about it.

Later. Definitely.

[xxxevilfilms]

Bi-Curiosity Killed The Cat: Chapter 3

Info: The Pilgrim family home is empty; Stacey and Wallace take advantage.

Warnings: Vaginal Sex, Cunnilingus, Virginity Kink, Daddy Kink, Unsafe Sex

Disclaimer: They're hot, sorry. Don't like, don't read :P

“They're really leaving you here by yourself?”

“Yup. I didn't feel like going, so they told me to hold down the fort”

“What about Larry? He isn't gonna be here?”

“When is he ever here?”

Wallace blinks and then shrugs at Stacey's response as she opens the door to her family home to let them inside. It's dark and quiet save for the low hum of a hidden furnace, and Wallace feels his heart leap into his throat when it dawns on him that he's finally alone with Stacey in her own home. It's exciting as it is a little strange; he's never been in here without Scott, so to see Stacey and only Stacey bouncing around turning on lights and hanging jackets without the lingering presence of her parents or her older brothers was surreal. Stacey finally had the house to herself, and in turn, Wallace finally had Stacey to himself.

Wallace hasn't felt excitement like this in a long time.

“Throw your coat wherever, it's not like my folks are here to complain.” Stacey said. “You hungry or anything? I think my mom made some japchae for me before she left.”

“Is that like the beef and noodles thing you cooked for me before?”

“Yuh-huh,” Stacey pulls out two containers of food. “Mom made enough for me and Scott, but since he's off doing that venue, there's plenty of extras.”

“I'll gladly take two bowls then.”

“Woah, for real? She doesn't skimp out on the beef you know.”

“I need all my energy for later, don't I?”

Stacey giggles as she starts prepping Wallace’s food, the older man quietly admiring the girlish way Stacey flipped her hair and batted her lashes at him. It's been a long time coming, but Wallace and Stacey were finally ready to fuck. They talked about it and of course made sure to prepare Stacey for it, so after months of dry humping and naked ruts under the sheets, Stacey and Wallace planned a time when they could actually be more intimate without any interruptions. They figured winter break would be best since Stacey's parents would be out of town again, but it was just sheer luck that Scott and Lawrence would be out the house, too. Scott was apparently at a headline with Natalie while Lawrence simply disappeared. No one knows where since he hardly talks to anyone these days, but Stacey suspects it's at an arcade somewhere.

“Here ya go,” Stacey gives Wallace his japchae and smiles. “Gave you some extra just in case.”

“Damn, hun,” Wallace grabs some chopsticks and smirks. “You ready to get fucked that bad, huh? We got all weekend.”

“I've been waiting for this for a while, of course I'm ready.” She grabbed a can of soda from the fridge and cracked it open. “I mean, yeah I'm nervous, too, but it's like a fun kind of nervous...”

“Well so long as you're still up for it, we can fuck as much as you want, as long as you want.” He stuffs some veggies in his mouth. “I'll take care of you. Fucking you stupid is a job I'm proud of.”

Stacey rolled her eyes. “...God, you're such a slut.”

“Takes one to know one, don't it, baby?”

“Save it for the bed, perv,” Stacey sticks her tongue out at him. “Mighty confident for someone who's never fucked a girl before.”

“It's the same mechanics in the end, yeah? Thrusting and busting is the same no matter who you fuck, babe.”

“Still, you're not a little nervous?”

“What's there to be nervous about? Not like I don't know what I'm working with. I can't wait to get up in those guts.” He motions at her crotch and licks his lips. “You're gonna make me hungry for something else in a minute.”

“Hold on, old man, we don't wanna give your ticker a start just yet.” Stacey rounds the table to kiss his cheek and whisper in his ear. “I'm gonna freshen up; powder my nose, stuff my bra and all that.” She rubs his chest and grins playfully at him. “I better see a clean bowl and that big cock when I get back, okay?”

Wallace gulps and nods, lips curled and eyes beaming when he takes in Stacey's words.

“Goddamn, whatever you say, baby.”

“Good boy,” Stacey tittered before running off upstairs. “See ya in a minute, darling~”

Wallace watched Stacey for a few moments until he couldn't see her anymore and let out a shuddering breath when he heard her bedroom door close. With great mental strength and willpower, Wallace calms down the erection growing in his underwear and quickly eats the rest of his food. He's never heard her talk so dirty before and he absolutely loves it. He never expected to turn a sweet thing like Stacey into such a slutty little girl; just thinking about her eating cum and creaming on his cock made his dick rock hard.

Wallace palms himself through his jeans, fingers tracing a foot long cock that braces the length of his thigh once he cleans his bowl. As he sets his chopsticks down and bites spit-slicked lips, he smirks deviously at the stairs that led to the second floor and promptly followed after his little girlfriend's trail. The sooner he fucks her pussy, the better.

When Wallace arrives at her bedroom door, he doesn't bother knocking and walks in uninvited, catching a half-naked Stacey by surprise. She's in the middle of pulling down her jeans, and like a hungry dog eager to pounce on his prey, Wallace snatches Stacey by the waist to guide her to the bed, wet lips sucking and biting purple bruises into her chin and neck.

Stacey is floored but doesn't try to fight it. She instead relaxes and half-heartedly attempts to push Wallace off of her.

“W-Wallace...” Stacey moans and then flinches when Wallace crawls between her legs. “Wait, lemme just...”

Her words fall on deaf ears and turn into drawn out mewls that make Wallace grind his cock into her panties.

“Fuckin’ tease...” Wallace pinches her nipples and twists them between his fingers. “Can't just beg for it and run off like that...” He feels her shiver and runs his tongue over her collarbone. “You think just cuz I'm gay, you can get away with showing that cunt off?”

“I wanted to take a shower first...” Stacey coos and bucks into his hips. “Couldn't wait for me, huh...?”

“What do you think?” He kisses her mouth and nips at her lips. “I wanna fuck you, baby...” He does it again. “Wanna know what it's like to fuck sweet pussy like yours...”

“Oh my God, Wallace...” Stacey scoffs against his lips. “Just shut up and do it already, perv...” She wraps her arms around his neck and returns his kiss with feverish gusto. Wallace chuckles and strips Stacey of the rest of her clothes as he revels in the taste of her mouth, hands groping and squeezing exposed flesh and deep curves while Stacey works on the buckle to his belt. She's soft and supple like a plush doll; Wallace has to remind himself to be gentle with her, but with how bad she wants it, he isn't sure if he can trust himself tonight.

Especially when the little brat starts palming his cock.

“Mmm... Fuck, hun...” A string of spit bridges their lips when he pulls away to kiss down her neck. “You're so fuckin’ hot...”

Wallace moves down her stomach, mouth craving for teen cunt. His cock humps Stacey's bed and his hands grab for her hips once his tongue tickles the hood of her clit. Stacey arches her back and moans, writhing and panting when he peels back her clit to suck on her bud, lips making suction that melts Stacey into mush.

“Hnngh...!” Stacey whines as she digs her fingers into his hair. “Wallace, that's too h-hard--!” Her hips leave the bed then, her opening ravished by explorative digits while her clit is pinched and rubbed between long fingers, piss hole teased by the tip of his nose.

Wallace doesn't say anything as he doesn't wanna ruin the fun. She complains that he's too hasty to make her come, but he knows she likes this, likes it when he treats her like this. She wants Wallace to finish her off because he's the only one who knows how to make it happen. She says that she tries to do it herself, but only wants him to do it, her excuse being that she can't. Wallace gets hard at the thought of her needing him so badly and works to make her cream every time he plays with her pussy.

Wallace thumbs her asshole next, doesn't prod or push, just circles and pokes around puckered flesh. Stacey flinches and squirts all over Wallace’s tongue then, drenching him with slick he's quick to drink down. His throat tingles and his tongue lolls as the taste of her pussy settles in his mouth, prompting Wallace to kick off his pants so he could kneel over her, long member hanging menacingly over her bellybutton and pubis as her shiny pink pussy trembled against his balls. His girlfriend is breathless and shy when she realizes how close Wallace’s cock is and starts to squirm, unsure of herself.

Wallace notes this, his toned stomach rising and falling in time with her heart. He grins and grinds his shaft into her folds to reassure her. It's his first time, too, at least with a woman, but experience guides him. For Stacey, this is something new, taboo, and dangerous; a harsh transition from girlishness to womanhood.

“Hey,” He swirls his hips and watches her face. “Look at us, hun.” An adjustment leads to the tip circling her slit. “C'mon, look,”

Stacey looks down, sees his thick cock pressed into her pussy.

“You're so pretty like this, you know that? So pink and pretty, just for me, right?” Wallace wraps her legs around his waist, cockhead splitting her lips apart. Her maidenhead pulses against his skin, reminding him he can't go crazy even though he wants to watch his prick bruise that pretty pink flesh he loves so much. “Just gotta open up for me, hun, okay...?” Another prod, followed by a hitch in Stacey's breath. He bends over and holds her in response, her little body trembling the more he pushes. “It's gonna pinch, but it'll only be for a little bit, baby...”

“It hurts...” She winces, her nails digging into his shoulders when he fits the tip in. “It really, really hurts...” She doesn't throttle or move away though and keeps holding on, accepting a barrage of kisses and licks that ravish her cheek and neck.

“I know...” He shushes her, takes this as a sign to go further, and slides into her with stuttering hips and a shaky constitution. “I know, baby doll...” He's a third of the way in now and it takes strength not to buck his hips, not to fuck her stupid. Her pussy quite literally clings to him, dragging along his shaft and pulling him deeper within. Instinct begs him to plow her, but he resists and opts to hold her tighter when he slides the rest of the way in, her yelps of pain sending a jolt straight to his cock. Stacey clings to him for dear life soon after, little pussy stuffed to its limit as crimson droplets collect around his shaft, making him shiver. He popped her cherry--took her and ruined her on his cock and his cock alone, an accomplishment only he can revel in. Stacey looks up at him, in pain but still expectant, and Wallace quells that pain by rocking his hips, ink black eyes half-lidded and predatory when the sight of Stacey's tear-stained cheeks suddenly makes his loins ache.

“So good...” His movements are slow, steady. He can't jostle her too much lest he risks ending this early. “Such a good girl for me...”

“W-Wallace...” Her eyes are pink and puffy, wet from pain, just like her pussy. His name is like a mantra on her tongue, a pleading mewl meant only for him that grows more desperate the longer he pumps her cunt. She doesn't resist, doesn't want to ruin this either because she wants him so badly, but she wants comfort, downright begs for it with her eyes, so Wallace babies her, spoils her. She gets it out of him so easily, and while she'd be hard-pressed to admit to it, Stacey loves being spoiled and shows her love for it when she's at her most vulnerable. Independence is lost on her when she's under him and is replaced with juvenile reliance, a power trip that Wallace embraces and cherishes whenever he has her like this.

She calls for him, the way he wants her to, the way she's always too embarrassed to do. She doesn't think twice this time though, doesn't hesitate when she does; she just wants his attention, wants to know if she's being good for him, if her candy sweet, pretty pink pussy was as good as he thought it was going to be.

“D-Dad...” She gasps, g-spot agitated. The word turns Wallace’s ears red. “Daddy...”

Sparks, intense like fireworks, like cherry bombs that pop in the sky, ignite behind Wallace’s eyes. There aren't enough words in the world that can describe how elated he is to have Stacey's cunt, so he shows it the best way he knows how. He fucks her nice and hard, pulls out all the way and slams back in so his dick can kiss her cervix. Stacey's back arches and her eyes widen, mouth agape and letting out broken moans overpowered by Wallace’s grunts. He gives himself up to her in body and spirit, unable to keep his composure when he asks her to say it again.

“More.” He holds her hips and goes faster. “Say it more...”

His eyes glaze over when she does, like it's the most natural thing in the world, the thrumming sharpness in her g-spot and cervix compelling her to obey him.

“Daddy,” She says, breathless. “Daddy, daddy...”

“Fuuuuck...” He sits straight up, pumping his hips fast. Stacey is jostled upwards with each thrust, big tits bouncing on her chest. She's moaning now, bracing herself against Wallace’s thrusts by holding his sides, eyes rolling into her head. Her skin is spanked pink by his cock and balls, wet with sweat and precome that rolls over her labia. She tightens up, gets slicker, rolls down on his cock when he thrusts up. Wallace likes that, almost too much, and sinks deep inside, humping into her womb, unable to pull out.

“Fuck, Stacey, so fucking good for Daddy...” Wallace sings his praises of her. “Tight little girl cunt, wanna fill it up, make you come...” He huffs and bites his lip, pleasure blooming in his gut. “Love you, baby, love you so much...”

“M-Me, too...” Stacey throws her head back, shaking terribly. “I love you, Daddy, I...I love--!” She bows off the mattress, letting out a shrill cry that leaves her cross eyed. She came all over him, soaking his cock in rich girl juice. He digs her out, the squelch of her sex and her rapturous cries driving him over the edge. When his balls clench, Wallace has enough self-awareness left to pull out and empty himself on Stacey's belly, but isn't able to. Stacey locks her ankles and pulls Wallace down by the shoulders to lick his lips, drunk off sex and too addicted to his prick to let him leave.

“Give it to me,” She pleads to him. “I want it, I want it so bad...”

Wallace should be more hesitant, knows better than to risk Stacey's womb for a good nut, but he doesn't think clearly enough to care and laps at Stacey's tongue with his own rather than fight her on it.

“Here it comes then, baby...” Wallace’s hips snap forwards, his voice strained. “Here it fucking...comes...”

Stacey gets off to it, to his come flooding her pussy. She sighs ecstatically at the warmth that splashes her womb and holds him tight while Wallace loses all strength in his limbs, collapsing on top of her in a heap. They take a moment to catch their breath, too exhausted to do much else but lay there and make out with each other. Wallace is the first to pull away once he realizes that his seed is rapidly pouring from her cunt however, but is stopped once again by Stacey's little voice.

“It's okay,” She simply said. “Safe day.”

Wallace relaxes and decides to warm his softening cock in her sex, loving the plushness of her insides. Stacey meanwhile reveres him with kisses and nuzzles, his sweet girl consumed by a post-sex haze that makes her focus on “daddy” and only daddy. Wallace smirks, enjoying how blissed out Stacey is, and plays with her clit to keep her floating on cloud nine.

“Are you gonna make me come again, daddy...?”

“Of course, baby,” He laughs. “I love it when you make a mess.”

“I wanna do it on your dick still...” She bites her lip, eyes teary again. “Please, can I?”

“Gotta give me a minute, angel, daddy still needs a sec.” He kisses her hair. “Once I'm ready, I'll bounce you on my cock next, okay?”

Stacey nods, happy. Wallace hides a shit-eating grin from her by burying his face into her neck. It's like the more he touches her, the more needy she becomes, like a desperate kitten. It's a trait Wallace looks forward to exploiting this weekend if it means turning his sweet new girlfriend into a baby slut, desperate for his cock.

Yeah, Wallace was definitely bi.

Or, rather queer-adjacent.

Pilgrim-sexual, maybe?

Yeah, that sounds about right.

[teenage-mutant-ninja-freak]

Hi!! Um if you're feeling up to it, do you think you could possibly write something about the Mob! Turtles s/o having gone missing for a few days? (The reason for having been missing is up to you) sorry if this sounds dumb, feel free to ignore this :)

Not dumb at all, babes. In fact I love it! They would not be happy turtles if you went missing.

Mob! Leo

It's been 2 days and no call, no text, no internet use from any of your accounts

he's beside himself

he always, always said that he would keep you safe, that his work would never interfere with your life

but some things he can't control catch up to him

when he finds you, you're shivering and covered in blood, he's not sure how much of it is yours and how much is the guys he just killed who took you

he made their deaths quick, straight head shots so you wouldn't get too traumatised from seeing him do what he actually wanted to do to them

he'll save that for whoever ordered you to be taken, once you're home safe.

he scoops you up s carefully as possible

kisses your cheeks and forehead and nose

he's got a blanket in the car for emergencies that he wraps around you

the next week is just coaxing you back to your normal self

he gets you the best and most discreet therapist money can buy

gets you flowers every day

breaks down crying at one point because he's the reason this happened to you

he can't get over it

every night he holds you a little tighter than he did before

also gets you 24/7 protection

Mob! Raph

The big guy himself

a little needy and likes to know where you are at all times so the second you miss 3 calls he's out there tracking you

when he finds you, it's only been a few hours so you're not too hurt or shaken up

but you're still scared and relieved as fuck to see him

guns pointed at him and the guys who took you yell at him to get the fuck out

Raph just looks directly at you

"Cover your eyes, baby. You're not gonna wanna see this"

but you hear everything

it's mainly screaming but the occasional sound of what must be bone breaking or a guy being flung across the room.

when you open your eyes again there's blood everywhere, especially on Raph

he leads you out, holding on to you to support you the entire time

after that he gets you a gun, only a small one but good enough to do what needs to be done

he trains you, too

always telling you to go or the eyes and the throat first

and to fight dirty

he's a lot more vigilant about where you are from then on

if you miss one call he shows up at your work or house

it's not too long before he asks you to move in, though

it's easier to keep an eye on you when you're closer

he breaks down at one point, though

crying and begging you to forgive him for getting you into this mess

he'll never forgive himself if you got hurt

Mob! Mikey

you don't want to fuck with Mikey or what he considers to be "his"

but someone was stupid enough to and they paid the price

you couldn't keep track of where he was, it was like he was everywhere at once

he had a baseball bat with nails in it

you could hear the skin ripping and tearing as it swung away from whoever he just hit

eventually you just closed your eyes

he wanted to send a message loud and clear: "don't fuck with what's mine"

there were tears in his eyes when he went to untie you, though

he couldn't be more sorry that you were taken and that it was because of him

he makes a promise to you right there and then in that blood soaked room that nothing like this will ever happen again

after that he's a lot more attentive

does everything for you, at your beck and call day and night

he just wants you to understand that he will never let that happen again, that you're safe with him

secretly he's a mess, barely sleep anymore. too scared someone will come in the night to take you again

lots of "I'd be lost without you, I don't what I'd do if you were gone"

has Donnie keep track of you and update him every hour about where you are, just to be safe

Mob! Donnie

He knows you're gone after half an hour

there hasn't been any interaction on your phone, no cctv cameras can find you and he called your work and roommate and they don't know where you are

he's a mixture of pissed and worried

you, however, are tied to a chair in a place to don't recognise watching Donnie sneak up behind a guy who's yelling in your face before slitting his throat

That's very Donnie's style, not a quick death and a very bloody one

he knows where to cut so it'll take the longest to bleed out

he's worried, there's no doubt but he also has to rub it in

"I told you to take the better lit route home. This is what you get for not listening to me"

finds the other guys and kills them too the same way

after that, he uses it as leverage on you

you do what he says because he knows best

because the last time you didn't listen, look what happened

he'll never let you see it, but he's a bit of a wreck privately

there was a lump in his throat until he was you alive

he could only calm down once he knew they hadn't taken you from him

he watches you sleep most nights and keeps extra tabs on you than he did before

one day, the facade begins to crack, though

you didn't answer a calls and their wifi was fucking up so he couldn't find out where you were fast enough

you've never seen him so pale when he turned up at your house

he looked like he was about to cry or puke or pass out

"answer your fucking phone" was all he would say, though

you could barely move he held you so tightly that night

[flowerflamestars]

Hey hey hey 😀 not sure if you've been getting my asks(could really be my WiFi too) or Tumblr has been up to no good again, but hey how was ACOSF? I gather from your updates and posts you're just disappointed by it. A lot of us are. Hope you've been doing well after reading Acosf 😅

Hey babe! I know I have at least one from you that I need to answer- entirely my bad, I’ve been going through my inbox in little chunks. Yall have been too lovely and the influx is great :)

Disappointment is very much the right word. 

The big thing- ignoring that Nesta as a character was meaningful, or that the baby plot line was big swing in every wrong way possible, the plotting is a MESS- is that I think the story resoundingly fails on both it’s goals.

It’s a recovery story, a healing story. And a romance.

BIG SPOILERS AHEAD

Nesta is stripped of her autonomy. And I want to be extremely clear on that- this is framed as an intervention and it is not an intervention. It is not, at any point, really about Nesta becoming healthy. It’s about control. Rhys says it, Feyre says it, Cassian says it: Nesta is a problem. Nesta affects their reputation. Nesta needs to be punished.

Morrigan, a fellow abuse/assault survivor, tells Cassian with absolute seriousness that they should just throw Nesta into the Court of Nightmares and leave her there. Because she’s just as bad.

WHAT

The entire structure is that Nesta needs to change- but it isn’t about her being safer, her finding her way- it’s about the fact that her being suicidally depressed makes her sister sad.

So yeah, Nesta gets stronger. Because one of her two-pronged punishments is army training with the man she once loved and has been trying to distance herself from for YEARS. Who proceeds to control what she wears, when she sleeps, WHAT SHE EATS. Who laughs, when she gets hurt. 

By the end of the story, the issue Nesta has confronted, from her laundry list of trauma is...that she’s bitchy to her sisters in instances of extreme distress/hardship. 

That she...blames herself for the death of her abusive, absent father, who in no way contributed to her life from the time of her mothers death into her adulthood until he showed up for...ten seconds in acowar, named a ship after her, and immediately died. Watching a parent die? traumatic as hell. Retconning an ENTIRE parent-child relationship to make a character have something more palatable to struggle with? Bad writing.

Rape hangs over Nesta like a cloud this whole novel, but she never talks about it. It never in any way comes up while her and Cassian are having rough sex on every available surface.

She never heals, and she never becomes comfortable as a faery. She gives up her power. 

Literally AND figuratively- Nesta is the same person at the end of the novel, but now she can punch really hard? has no magic, gave up a destiny the book STRONGLY IMPLIES was actually, really, always about Rhysand. All that changed is now she’s finally bent enough to play by the rules of the same people who condemned her for responding to the terrible things that happened it her...in ways exactly like they have and continue to do.

It makes me so sad, you know?

Which brings us to Cassian.

Who is supposed to be the emotionally intuitive one. The one who has survived so much, who understands trauma. Who more than that, understands Nesta, better than anyone else.

That is not the man in this book. 

He’ll make this earnest declarations that sound...almost right? and then ten seconds later he’s guilt-tripping her. Saying just, absolute bullshit to her. Sexualizing her in her lowest moments.

It’s not enemies to lovers- Cassian is ashamed of Nesta when the book begins. Takes active glee in physically punishing her when she’s having a breakdown 600 pages later, on what it supposed to be the great tipping point of their relationship.

At no point does this man seem to even LIKE Nesta. He wants to have sex with her. He want her to do what he wants and obey 1) him and 2) their High Lord and Lady. 

Nesta, who even toward the end of the book, as I said STILL IS NOT HEALING AT ALL, tells Cassian: “I don’t deserve you, and I never, ever will.”

Cassian’s response it to...kiss her?

Tell her: “You’re not going to marry Eris.” “There will be no one for else. For either of us.”

And then Nesta says yes, cries more, and they have sex again.

oh yeah, and then in the morning he runs off? To have a snowball fight? And then doesn’t speak to her or see her for three days.

I just. This dynamic never gets better. Proud, strong, intelligent, ferocious Nesta is always kind of like: will you look at me? you’re good and i am not. 

She’s not safe in this love. Not comfortable, not ever on even ground. The entire dynamic of this relationship has brought her low and keeps her there.

So like, in the end. They have this fight where Cassian fully starts yelling at her...in public...because she isn’t saying yes! we’re mates! I’m going to quote it here:

“I am your mate, for fucks sake!” Cassian shouted, loud enough for people across the river to hear. “You are my mate! Why are you still fighting it?”

She let the truth, voiced at last, wash over her.

“You promised me forever on Solstice,” he said, voice breaking, “Why is one word somehow throwing you off that?”

“Because with that one word, the last scrap of my humanity goes away!” She didn’t care who say them, who heard. “With that one stupid word, I am no longer human in any way. I’m one of you!”

He blinked. “I thought you wanted to be one of us.”

“I don’t know what I want. I didn’t have a choice.”

“Well, I didn’t have a choice in being shackled to you, either.”

GUYS. I hate this fight to unfathomable levels.

so yes, he immediately tries to recant it...but like, let’s follow the thread for a minute. They’re together, really together, ever since the stupid moment Nesta said she was trash and didn’t deserve Cassian and Cassian said...you and me! forever! let’s fuck about it!

I get that the matebond is a precious thing- but god, it could not be clearer Cassian just...doesn’t respect Nesta even a little bit? She won’t use the word, so he’s yelling at her.

a page before: “That word means nothing to me, Cassian,” she said, voice thick as she tried to keep people who strode past from overhearing. “It means something to all of you, but for most of my life husband and wife was as good as it got. Mate is just a word.”

BECAUSE SHE WAS HUMAN. Because, very validly... Nesta has been fae for, two years? Her baseline is human, that’s how she feels. And she’s not wrong??

Faeries get married too. It’s not mates or nothing. 

In my imaginary book, Cassian goes: why Archeron, is that a proposal? Because I’d love nothing more than to be your husband.

In THIS BOOK, he snaps: “That’s bullshit.”

Annnd cue fight.

Not only is Cassian so, so disrespectful of Nesta’s feelings...HE THOUGHT SHE WANTED TO BE A FAERY?

Are you kidding me, canon? Nesta was drowned against her will in the Cauldron! Cassian was there, unconscious in a pool of his own blood, still trying to reach her and save her. The ENTIRE pivot of her character that slides her into the dark place this book is meant to heal her from is her complete loss of autonomy at Hyberns hands.

and then the shackle line. I just...obviously, people say things in arguments they don’t mean, But Cassian never once stops going for what hurts the most where Nesta is concerned, and is yet baffled by her responses. He understands how to hurt her, but not how to comfort her when they’re fully clothed.

And then the end is...they’re mates. They’re going to have babies. They’re going to have a big faery mating ceremony. Nesta’s feelings aren’t not addressed, they magically cease to exist.

I’m sorry this turned into a FULL RANT- but yes, I’m disappointed. 

Its always the same story: the difficult woman has to soften. Learn to be nice. Power? she can’t have that. She’s going to have a mate and babies, that’s her journey, because that’s every woman's journey.

There is one bright spot, which I do have to mention. I love Nesta’s friends. 

They’re her real chance at recovery, that the IC have nothing to do with. And you know what? she makes them right off the bat. It’s crazy how if you treat someone like a person, they can function like one.

I just want them to have their own story far, far away from everyone else. 

[mizuuziz]

Dream of Me Pt 1. - San

Ft: Ex Hongjoong

Tags: Angst, Mentions of Dream Sequences, Mentions of Future, Mentions of Cheating, Mentions of killing, Mentions of Marriage, Strong Language, San x Reader (Gender Neutral)

Time Traveler San Au

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Part 2 - Final

You were walking around the park when a man approached you, he told you his name. San explained your life story. No one else knew what you went through, someone who you barely knew told you all this. He was a stranger who you met mere minutes ago. He even spoke of your plans for a secret marriage to your boyfriend Hongjoong. No one knew, not even Hongjoong's friends. He even spoke of how you met Hongjoong as a kid. You both were in kindergarten, he even spoke of how you and Hongjoong got engaged. You were frightened, yet you felt like you knew San.

"I'll prove that I'm right, I'll show you your future." San looked at you dead in the eye, as he spoke to you.

"I believe you." The words came out of your mouth without hesitation.

"Do you want to know more? I'm warning you, it's all very hard to deal with. Are you sure you would want to know more?" San asked you, as he was sure to speak to you in a secluded area.

"I should, there's a reason as to why I met you. I should have listened to you if by chance I met you in the future." You nodded, as you only spoke the confirmation that San needed.

"If I stand corrected, your parents are opposed to this marriage, they don't believe that Hongjoong should be the one you marry. Well, you marry him, but you're only miserable. You believe that you know all of him, you even trusted him. For proof, I'll leave a detail out of how we met and something else, if you see it then you'll know that you were meant to know. As a result of your marriage, you were condemned." San waited for your response to what he saw you go through.

"What if I make a different choice? Can you see that other path I would choose?" You waited for San to respond to your visibly shaking hands. You started questioning your love really meaning something to Hongjoong.

"I cannot see any other alternatives, I'm a time traveler, I can only see what you went through when I met you. I loved you then, even when you dismissed my opinions on Hongjoong. You said that I was only jealous of him. I never wanted to see you suffer. You never even invited your parents because they opposed it, it was wrong. I am only given a chance to time travel in this time for now to stop you." San sadly glanced at you. You didn't know why your heart was aching for San.

"I'm sorry." You got up to hug San even if it's for a mere moment. You forgot about Hongjoong at the moment.

"I created a time machine, so I'm here. You both married in my presence, we had already met at the time. You also won't be able to wake up until you see your future, it's an effect to seeing your future. Y/n, he even cheated on you before the wedding. That sick in the head dared to." San looked at you in the eye with tears threatening to fall out.

Hongjoong cheated on you, yet San was the most affected. He saw you go through that. You approached San and wiped his eyes.

"Don't, I'm still not over you." San sadly backed away from you. You didn't know how to respond. You couldn't find another way to break the silence.

"San, tell me more." You worried more and more about what situation you got yourself into.

"Y/n, he had a baby. You married him without knowing that he had a son with a woman. You found out and wanted to get divorced. Hongjoong refused to let you go, even when you applied for a divorce. He was controlling. He even had the kid and the woman living with you." San looked down in sadness.

"You one day had enough and decided to kill him for taking away your youth. You told him that you both wouldn't divorce if he came to the apartment building rooftop. Everyone was living in that apartment building, you pushed Hongjoong off the rooftop. You were taken to prison for First-degree murder. Even after his death, you were tormented. My advice for you now, follow him today at night to prove my point." He finally spoke about what he could tell you.

"Thank you, I wish I would've listened to you before. I also hope that I could meet you at this point of my life." You started crying because there was someone who truly cared. You were determined to take the bind off your eyes.

"In two days, at 9 am was the moment we met. I have to go now." San hugged you until he disappeared.

You finally took off to your place while taking a fresh breath of air. The day became sad after San left. You didn't want to believe what you were told, but you shouldn't be fooled any longer. You would finally know who was lying. Hours passed and you finally got in touch with your fiancee. He called you to make sure you were okay.

"By the way babe, my friends are coming over tonight, I can't go see you. I'm sorry, I'll make it up to you." Hongjoong apologized over the phone. He seemed nervous, and you were apprehensive.

"It's fine babe, see you tomorrow." You responded in the usual manner.

You decided to use an excuse to go to his place. There was still light in the sky for you to go observe him. You took your car and waited at a stop that was out of sight to watch Hongjoong. You grew bored, but you needed to know. Good thing you didn't confront Hongjoong without proof when he called you. You waited until it was nighttime. The night stars beamed, you wanted to shine bright like those stars. You hoped to meet San again, you didn't want him to dissipate from your life. Then all of a sudden, you found your answer. Hongjoong ran out of his place to come to get a woman who was as young as you both. You never even met her before. To take away any doubts, Hongjoong even ran to her arms and kissed her on the lips. He was holding hands with her. That was your cue, you got out of your car. You approached both of them from behind and tapped on Hongjoong's shoulder.

"What the fuck, are you doing Hongjoong?" You were now mad that you were betrayed.

"Were you stalking me? Y/n, you're a psycho!!!" Hongjoong screamed even in front of that woman.

"You're a psycho for wanting to marry me even while having an affair, I don't deserve this. Now here's your stupid ring!!!" You finally threw your engagement ring on the street.

"No, you're not doing this to me!!!" Hongjoong gripped onto your wrist so tight.

"I called the police, now let her go!!!" A man came to your rescue and led you out of the situation. You recognized him immediately, it was San. Times changed, you were supposed to meet him in two days. You guessed that events changed since you caught Hongjoong cheating.

"Are you okay? Did he hurt you?" This present time San was just as kind as future time San. You stared at San in awe, he was right.

"I'm okay, thank you." You thanked San and asked for his number just in case Hongjoong came by again.

You drove home and called your parents to apologize. If San was right about this, then it's only right to reconcile with your parents. Now all you needed to do was go to sleep. You snuggled on your bed and slept.

You had dreamt about that future life. You met San at the grocery store when you went to go buy cereal and he was in that same aisle. He helped you reach the cereal you wanted. You both started meeting more and more until he found out you were getting married. He even told you that was walking to his house at night and saw Hongjoong with another woman kissing. Just as you saw them when you confronted them in this time because you changed time, but you dismissed San even when he told you what he saw. You even said that he was jealous and never wanted you to be happy. That same moment, he confessed his love for you, and you told him that you didn't want his worthless love because you loved Hongjoong. You couldn't recognize yourself, you became a monster. You didn't believe San and that led you to your doom at that time. You also saw how San created the time machine and wanted to use it the day of your wedding, but it failed. You committed a crime and were thrown in prison, you would refuse to see San. You also saw every single detail that future time San told you. That was all you could see.

You finally woke up, two days later. It was 6 am when you realized that there would be another encounter. You got ready even if there was still time. You realized the true meaning of love, Hongjoong only made you suffer in the long run. You tried to make things the same to not alter too much. You still dressed in the time you did before when you had to go for groceries. You finally drove to the groceries and went inside and went in just a bit before 9 am. He only said you both saw each other at 9 am. You approached the cereal aisle at exactly 9 am and there he was. He was with another woman, you thought that you should just leave. Then all of a sudden, he called out to you.

"Excuse me, I saw you yesterday. Don't go." San called out to you. You stopped for a moment before turning around.

"Oh hi, thank you for yesterday." You nervously replied as you approached him.

"No worries, but meet my sister Ha Neul." He grinned ear to ear as he introduced his sister and looked at you. You forgot that he didn't tell you his name even when he gave you his number. He only said his name in the future time, but at present time San didn't even have your name.

"I'm Y/n, what's your name?" You grinned as well as you asked San. You forgot that he never told you his name at present time.

"Omg, I'm sorry I didn't tell you my name. My name is San." He was soon told by his sister that he should've introduced himself before. She is pretty just like him.

"I didn't call you because I lost your number. You didn't put a contact name and I accidentally saved it without having your name." You replied. It was indeed true, but you also had been asleep for 2 days. It was all a supernatural experience that you wouldn't forget.

"Y/n, do you have a boyfriend?" Ha Neul asked you and San whispered to his sister to not ask such things.

"No, I got out of a relationship with someone who I realized that I no longer loved because they were bad to me." Both San and Ha Neul apologized.

"I'm over it, San actually saved me. And I took pictures of my arms." You told both of them. You also explained to Ha Neul what happened yesterday.

"Well I have to go now, thank you both." You smiled and said your farewells to the siblings. They both waved and you noticed that San was blushing. It seems like his sister was teasing him about you from the way his sister was looking in your direction.

You decided that you weren't going to break San's heart. As soon as you walked out of the grocery store, you felt like a weight was taken off your shoulders. The sun was shining bright today and you had no regrets. You walked out and embraced the sun rays that blinded your sight at the moment. The fact that San loved you all throughout the future time was comforting, you only wished that you chose him instead of Hongjoong. He loved you enough to save you from your doom, he never intended to make you fall for him. He even respected your decision to not accept his feelings in the alternate future. You planned to change your future.

Everything you saw in the alternate future took place in a span of years, but you fell for San in a span of days. All you needed to do was make him fall for you, he must not love you at the moment. If nothing happens, then it's not meant to happen. You will always be grateful for San since he saved you in both worlds. You refused to go down without trying even once. San said that you hurt him, your heart must have ached for a reason. You must have realized your faults too late and only pushed San away. You refused to make the same mistakes, you were almost involved in a poisonous marriage. There were small details that changed like the first time you both met and you even met his sister when you didn't do so in your alternate future.

You walked to your car as you felt the trees rustle on the shade your car was parked on. You were afraid that San wouldn't love you in this life. If he has no meaning for a time machine, there probably won't be one in the life you changed. All throughout the drive home, you worried that the changes could make it impossible to be with San. It may seem ridiculous, but you were going to go to the end of your newfound love for San. After all, he made so many sacrifices for you and you only hurt him in your alternate future. You finally rolled down your car windows because you felt overwhelmed already. The drive home felt like an eternity, then you noticed that it seemed like you would be getting new neighbors. The moving trucks were parked in the next-door neighbor's driveway.

You felt quite sad these days. You decided to just lounge around your house, you had nothing to do. You were laying down on your couch and were watching a series. Your doorbell rung, you don't have anyone to visit you which only makes you nervous. You look through the peephole and notice Ha Neul and San. Why are they here, could they be the new neighbors? You wondered if what you changed, had an effect on San's life.

[halstudandruz]

Always Have, Always Will ~ Part 3

*Not my gif*

Pairing: Jay Halstead x Reader

Requested: Yes

Prompt: Sequel to Part 1 & Part 2

Warnings: Swearing

It had been about a month since Will found out. He avoided you and Jay at all costs only talking to you when he absolutely had to at work and you still felt just as guilty as before. Which only caused you to get into your own head. Yeah, you loved Jay but was it just the old Jay you loved? You both were different people now and that scared the hell out of you.

“Jay, do you want olives?” You yelled from the kitchen pulling the jar out when he came walking.

“No, I hate olives.” He answered coming up to wrap his arms around your waist.

“What?” You asked after a few seconds of silence.

“I hate olives, and so do you. Why do you even have them?” He asked, but you went stiff in his grip.

“Cause you love them, what do you mean you hate olives? You used to eat a jar a day.” You explained grabbing a hold of his wrists to loosen his arms around you.

“I know, that probably wasn’t good for my blood pressure. They got a little old after eating them so much.” He chuckled.

“But..what about the olive theory?” You turned to face him and a confused look came over his face.

“Why do you look like you're about to have a meltdown over olives?” He looked at you concerned taking in your features. Your mind was running rapidly, your chest starting to tighten.

“Because I am!” You exclaimed causing Jay to take a step back to get a good look at you by putting space between the two of you.

“Babe-“ He started going to grab your shoulders but you shrugged him off.

“I just..I need a minute.” You shook your head slipping past him into your room to shut the door. Tears were crowding your eyes and you were starting to breathe harder pacing around the room when Jay quietly earned.

“Babe. [Y/N]. Hey, come here. Talk to me.” He reached for you, setting you down on the bed beside him as you stared down at your shaking hands, “what’s going on?” His hand ran through your hair.

“I’m just scared. Terrified actually.” You admitted glancing at him.

“Of what?” He questioned grabbing a hold of your hands, steadying them.

“It’s just...we’re such different people now. Ya know? I feel like I know nothing about you.” You explained.

“[Y/N]..” Jay sighed.

“No, I’m serious. You’ve gone through things I can’t even begin to fathom. I mean obviously that has to change you, right? We’re not these teenagers who were clueless about the real world anymore. What..what if the people we are today just don’t fit like we used to?” You looked down into your lap, and were surprised to hear a small laugh come from Jay.

“Look here,” he whispered tilting my chin up with a finger, “no, we aren’t the same people we used to be, and yes we have a lot to learn about each other again. A lot of stories to catch up on, but we’re only the people we are today because of those clueless 18 year olds. We may have been through some shit since then, but I know with my whole heart you are still that stubborn, smart, gorgeous girl I fell in love with and that is the part of you I know I’ll always have.” He smirked at you, palm against your cheek.

“What if I can’t save you from everything you’ve gone through?” You worried.

“Baby girl, I don’t expect you to save me from anything. I just need you here that’s it and I know everything will be okay as long as I have that.” He assured you.

“I love you Jay Halstead.” You bit your lip.

“Even if I don’t like olives anymore?” He joked making you giggle.

“Even if you don’t like olives anymore.” You nodded leaning into to kiss him deeply, breaking when his phone began to ring. Sighing moved to dig it out of his pocket,

“I swear I’m gonna get rid of these.” He complained before answering, “What? Yes. Okay see you soon.” You looked at him, eyebrows raised. “Ruzek said they’re on their way to Molly’s.” He explained kissing your forehead as you nodded both moving around to change before going to meet with his team.

It was the first time you were actually going to be around them so you were sufficiently nervous walking over to their table Jay’s hands clasped tightly with yours.

“Hey, wait I know you!” Mouse looked at you intently.

“What? You sleep with Greg too?” Erin asked eyes on you.

“I-I uhm no?” You choked out nervously under her intense gaze, only relaxing a little when a smile took over her face.

“I’m kidding, come on sit down.” She patted the seat beside her.

“You’re the girl from the picture.” Mouse continued his thought.

“What?” You asked, confused.

“Mouse.” Jay jumped in giving him a hard stare that seemed to be some kind of warning.

“But it’s her isn’t it?” He defended pointing at you.

“Mouse. Drop it.” Jay scolded. Causing Mouse to put his hands up defensively nodding his head. You knew better than to push with Jay sitting there so you dropped it as well falling into conversation with those around you. Well until Jay went to get drinks and the rest of the team dispersed to mingle, leaving you alone with Greg.

“So, spill.” You rested your head on your hands smirking at Mouse once it was just the two of you.

“Yeah, in case you haven’t noticed Jay could probably break me in two.” Mouse raised an eyebrow at you.

“Maybe, but then I’d yell at him so it wouldn’t really be worth it.” You shrugged sighing loudly Mouse looked over his shoulder to see Adam and Jay still standing at the bar.

“Okay, he just..he had this picture the entire time we were in the army. Never left it alone, always had it in his pocket. You know like most guys do. Have pictures of their family and girlfriends. Anyway he was so attached to it one night we thought it’d be funny to take it and hide it when he was showering. No big deal right? He can just get someone to send him another. But he freaked. Said he couldn’t get another, tore his bed apart. I’m his best friend and anytime I asked he just avoided the conversation. We just figured you died or something.” He explained shrugging.

“Alive and in the flesh.” You joked just as Jay arrived with your drinks,

“What were you talking about?” He questioned looking between you two suspiciously.

“Football.” You both answered at the same time giving each other a surprised look. You were going to like this kid.

An hour or so later you had come out of the bathroom just in time to bump right into Will, who was coming back the hall. Laughing bitterly he shook his head turning to go right back where he came from,

“Wait no! Will just..” You begged, grabbing a hold of his arm which was tense underneath your fingers. He turned to face you, jaw tight, body stiff. “Listen I know you’re mad and you have every right to be. Hate me all you want, but don’t hate Jay, please. He’s your brother.” You pleaded.

“That’s exactly the issue, [Y/N]. He’s my brother and he had no problem stabbing me in the back.” He shot back, anger clear in his tone.

”You know as well as I do that every morning he wakes up it might be his last. He’s really not all that careful.” You admitted blinking down at the floor, voice shaky. Sighing loudly Will ran a hand through his hair,

“I’m still so pissed. At both of you, but Jay’s right I played a part in this too. I should’ve been upfront and honest with both of you and I wasn’t. I knew in the back of my head something like this was going to happen. I’m not stupid [Y/N]. I could clearly see you never felt about me the way you did about him, and you were never going to. It wasn’t fair of me to expect you to, and it wasn’t fair of me to put you in that position that day at the hospital. It was petty of me.” Nodding you reached for his hand,

“I’m really sorry.” You apologized looking at his now relaxed face.

“Me too,” He gave you a small smile.

“You want to grab a drink with us? I’ll buy.” You bit your lip making him laugh,

“Yeah I’m not quite ready for that yet, give me another couple months.” He winked at you, squeezing your hand before turning to walk away. Swallowing hard you closed your eyes to run a hand down your face before feeling strong arms encircle you,

“If you wanted a quickie in the bathroom you could’ve just come and got me.” Jay whispered into your ear making you jump.

“Where’d you come from?” You asked, turning to face him.

“Well I came to find you and saw you talking to Will. So, I kinda avoided that one. Trying to explain black eyes aren’t as fun as it may seem.” He chuckled, “How’d it go?” He asked looking down at you.

“Pretty well actually.” You admitted, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“He still pissed?” Jay questioned

“Well yeah, but I think it’s gonna be okay.” You smiled up at him.

“How couldn’t it be when I have you in my arms?” He grinned tilting your chin up to place a soft kiss on your lips, “Ready to go?” Nodding you grabbed his hand letting him lead you out of the bar after saying goodbyes to his friends. Jay grabbing your hand over the center console as you headed to his place,

“So like Kim and Adam are totally boning right?” You started the conversation.

“What?” Jay looked at you confused.

“Are they not dating?” You questioned.

“They were engaged actually, but then they broke up.” He explained.

“So friends with benefits then?” You negotiated, they were definitely still sleeping with each other, there are few things better than your girl instinct and you very clearly saw the looks they shot each other all night.

“What? No, they’re broken up.” He reiterated.

“Honey, you may be one hell of a detective but you don’t always have the best intuition.” You joked as silence filled the car for a couple minutes before Jay broke it again,

“Oh my god, they’re totally still fucking.” Jay looked over at you wide eyed causing your laugh to fill the truck.

Crawling into bed with Jay that night you wrapped your body comfortably around his listening to his heart beat against your ear, and that’s when you decided to take the leap.

“Do you still have it?” You wondered.

“Have what?” Jay looked down at you skeptical look on his face.

“The picture.” You answered.

“I’m gonna kill him.” Jay sighed moving to grab his phone but you snatched it away from him giving him a look,

“Why didn’t you ever tell him about me?”

“I don’t know. It’s embarrassing.” He shrugged, and even in the dimly lit room you could see the pink tint on his cheeks.

“Loving me is embarrassing?” You replied.

“You know that’s not what I mean. It’s just..everyone carries around pictures of their wives and their kids and I just have one of my ex girlfriend. Then I’d have to be the one who admitted I broke up with you. Relive the biggest mistake of my life. Have to listen to all the guys make fun of me and call me an idiot, because I was. I don’t know it was just a conversation I didn’t want to have.” He confessed.

“Well..do you?” You asked again.

“Yes, of course I still have it.” He chuckled.

“Can I see it?” Beg coming out a little, huffing Jay unwrapped himself from your walking to his dresser to retrieve his wallet. Laying back down beside you he opened it pulling out numerous cards before the picture emerged behind them. Handing it to you.

“I completely forgot about this picture.” You admired it, torn edges, little tears along the side, color faded showing the wear it had been through.

“It’s always been my favorite.” He smiled lovingly.

“Why?”

“It’s not posed. It’s not fake. It’s just us and we look so happy. Like nothing in the world could ever stop us. Get in the way of us, but then...I let it.” Jay explained. You remembered the day it was taken very clearly. Seated on Jay’s lap in his backyard as he sang to you the song that was playing on their old radio, Jay’s mom sneaking up on you to capture the moment.

“Jay.” You sighed, grabbing a hold of his hand to entwine your fingers with his.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry I hurt you and I’m sorry I pushed you away. I just was doing what I thought was best for you regardless of how much it might’ve hurt at the time, but then I never stopped. Every time I thought of you, it just...hurt the exact same as it did the day I left, and I swear god my life flashed before my eyes whenever I watched Will put his arm around you.” He shook his head, jealousy seeping into his voice.

“I’m sorry. I don’t know what I was thinking. I was hoping if I faked it then it would somehow become real and I wouldn’t have to miss you anymore.” You admitted.

“I’m just glad you came back to me.” He said brushing a piece of hair beside your ear.

“Why do you still carry it around?” You wondered.

“Regardless if I’m over there or here it’s still the only thing that got me through.” He grinned leaving a gentle kiss on your lips.

“You know I could’ve been married. You could’ve been jacking off to a picture of some other guy's wife.” You teased.

“Haha, you’re so funny.” Jay said sarcastically, rolling his eyes before flipping you underneath him to cover your face and neck in kisses causing you to laugh loudly as the picture fell out of your hand onto the floor. He didn’t really need it anymore. He had the real thing in front of him again to help him through whatever he may face.

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Heart, Mind and Soul

(A Jack x Rin x Roland drabble)

Word Count: 1770

Warnings: a coming out and mentions of polyamory

A/N: While celebrating the arrival of Emma's baby, Jack comes to a happy realization. This is 100% out of order from "Someone Saved My Life Tonight" and its impending sequel. 🤣

“This baby is very..”

“Oh, he's lovely! You’re lovely! Jack, doesn't Emma look lovely?! I know you're very fuck the lot of ya inside. You need me to take some of that from you? Or him?”

“Blimey, Little Bird,” Jerry laughed.

“Sorry! Sorry. Bit of an emotional tornado going on from everyone. I get nervous and manic.”

“Squidgy,” Jack finally managed to finish his sentiment from before. Everyone stared at him, “Well he is! I've no proper contact with kids save Billy, but he’s a teenager. Wasn't exactly in a right way when he came round was I?”

“I've got loads of experience with them,” Roland piped up from his place against the wall. The others seemed to forget he was there. Except Rin.

Rin knew he was vibrating with the sound of gentle chaos that surely emanated from Emma, Jerry and the baby. “Plenty of kids in the traveller community I came from. We all chip in and help,” he spoke softly. His long arms outstretched towards the mother and her infant. “I’d like to hold him if Jack won't.”

Emma’s eyes darted from Rin to her brother. She wasn't full of panic (like Jack), or excitement (like Rin). It was more like confusion over Roland’s place in their life.

Rin felt that her.. well could she say sister-in-law? Sister? They were great friends. Either way, Emma liked Roland. She liked that he teased out the jealous, competitive side of Jack. That he made her brother human. Social. That Roland fit like a strange musical puzzle piece into Jack and Rin’s life together. Rin knew Emma just didn't have the words to ask what was going on.

Jack's body tensed. His nostrils flared as he puffed out his chest. “I'll hold him!” he protested. From his position behind the medium, Emma and Rin noticed a cheeky grin spread along Roland’s face.

“First of all relax,” Emma gently suggested. Jack tried, his shoulders sagged and curved downward. “You can either hold him one of two ways. Like this,” she demonstrated holding the newborn against her shoulder. Her one hand covered his back; the other cupped his head. “Or in your arms this way.” Now she situated the baby cradled in her arms. Not once did he stir or open his eyes.

“Either way you might as well learn both, love. So you can help Em and Jez,” Rin pointed out. “Get the hang of carrying him about, then feeding and changing nappies.”

“Uh, doesn't he need Emma for the feeding?” Jack's question was innocent enough. “And me? Billy’s fourteen. He’ll be round more than I will.”

“C’mon mate, just say you’re scared. I'll take him instead.” Roland stepped towards Emma and everyone else.

Emma made to hand the baby off to Roland, but Jack piped up. “No! He's my nephew! I'll hold him first!” The baby whinged in response, but still no crying.

“Alright, no need for a shout. So touchy. Ok just hold your arms like this,” Roland crossed his arms in front of his body and hugged his elbows. Jack mimicked him. “Now in the crook. That's where his head goes, alright?”

“Yes Daaaddd,” Jack rolled his eyes heavenward and stared up at Roland through the curls that hung over his forehead. He sneered with a lip curled, but it was only playful.

Emma could see the light behind her brother’s eyes as he and Roland looked at one another. She knew that look. The flirtatious, almost bashful one two people who were newly in love- or at least attracted to one another- gave. Other than the fleeting smirk, only Jack's eyes gave him away.

Roland, on the other hand, couldn't seem to hide the affection he held for the other man. His smile was wide and dimpled his cheeks. Yet Emma couldn't tell if it was Jack or Rin he was in love with.

Emma noticed the way Rin seemed blissfully unaware of what was going on between the two men while she curled herself into Jack’s side. Her chin resting against him as the baby was placed in his waiting arms. The way the empath felt about Jack was often spread out around to everyone nearby. An overwhelming sense of calm and warmth would blanket them. Often accompanied by a wild heartbeat and flushed cheeks.

But there's no way she could be unaware, Emma thought to herself. Rin literally absorbed emotions. Was she ignoring it then? Afraid to confront the situation lest she lose Jack or Roland who had been the woman’s oldest, and only, friend.

“That's it. Look at that,” Roland interrupted Emma’s contemplation. “You're a natural, love.”

Even Jerry knitted his brows in confusion. He shrugged as his wife stood beside him. They watched as Rin’s friend joined the couple on the sofa. He settled into Jack the way his girlfriend was. Was it just to get a better look at the baby, or was it more?

Jack, it seemed, was a natural. After the initial shock of actually holding an infant in his arms, his body relaxed immensely. He cradled the head in his hand and realized just how enormous it was in comparison. Or how good the baby smelled.

Jack didn't even know babies smelled good. Or took ragged little breaths in their sleep like a sigh. Or had the soft cheeks that he was now brushing ever so gently with the thumb of his free hand. Then over the bottom lip. His lips.

“I think he's got my mouth,” Jack said in utter fascination. The baby finally opened his eyes and attempted to focus up at the face in front of him. “Oh brilliant!” Jack marveled now. “He's got my eyes! Well, OUR eyes,” including Emma in the statement.

“Technically all babies have those color eyes until they're at least a few months old, then they'll change to a more permanent one.”

“Thank you for that soul crushing spot of information, Rolo.” Jack's eyes rolled again, but he jokingly jabbed him with an elbow. It was totally flirting.

Rin placed her hand on the newborn’s forehead. She closed her eyes and appeared to drift off for a little. “Babies are so emotionally quiet. They need just three things, and they either like you or they don't. You’re in luck, babes. He bloody well adores you.”

Jack felt a lump in his throat. He thought back to the day he and Martin, Emma’s ex and Jack's “lawyer”, were sat together before Jack was taken to hospital. How Martin had told the young man there wasn't much to like about him. Jack's response then was the same as it was right now. Except the tears that unexpectedly slid down his cheeks were happy ones.

“Cheers, mate.” Jack's crooked grin was full of hope. A tear fell on his nephew’s forehead which he quickly tried to wipe away, but Roland beat him to it. Their fingers brushed together; Jack bit his lip. His heart rate picked up.

“Givin’ him a bath already, and ye only just held him a first time, Uncle Jazz..” Roland paused to let that roll off his tongue.

Jack and Rin simultaneously scrunch their noses. Faces screwed up in obvious fake disgust as they stared at their third.

“Absolutely not!”

“Jazz sounds like every musician ever trying to fight each other for the spotlight. No bleeding way. Rather listen to your stupid theremin!”

“Jazz is improvise and-” Roland swallowed his bottom lip and took a breath as the other two just laughed. “Fine! How's Jax?”

“Loads better!” the others exclaimed together.

Rin snaked her hand across Jack's shoulders and lost her fingers in the hair on the back of Roland’s neck. Their attention back on the infant.

Emma’s face began to match her hair with redness. Only because she couldn't stand not knowing what was going on. She wasn't upset or even worried. No, she knew Rin was giving off tendrils of stillness. That Emma would be ok. That everything was ok. She squeezed Jerry’s hand and he whispered in her ear that the little bird was right.

“Alright, who next? Wren? Rolo?” Now Roland’s eyes rolled dramatically. “Maybe Auntie if she's ready?” Jack turned to her.

“Since I am INCREDIBLY turned on watching you hold this baby, hand him to Rol so I can see if it does the same?” She was flirting.

“I’d love to if ye don't mind?”

Jack relented. He handed the baby off to Roland who held him quite expertly in one arm. His other hand free to absently swipe a stray tear on Jack's cheek who leaned into the hand that lingered on his face.

The three of them forgetting where they were. Or weren't? Either way, Roland’s hand cradled the side of Jack's face the way he was the baby’s head. It took little encouragement, and the softest tug, for the men to bring their mouths together in a tender kiss. Jack's hand clinging to Roland’s shirt.

Rin covered Roland’s hand on her boyfriend’s cheek and ended the kiss. She turned his face towards hers, hand tangled up in the wildness of Jack's hair now. Their mouths meshed into one for a few moments before breaking apart. Their foreheads pressed together as they smiled at one another with a knowing glance.

Then Rin leaned around Jack so Roland could bend to kiss her too. Their lips lingered this time with a hint of tongue.

“Jack, is there something you.. You want to tell me? Us?”

“Yeah mate, safe space and all. Scout’s honor.”

Jack heaved a sigh. A contented one as the three people on the sofa all shared secret smiles with one another. The notion being passed amongst them silently. emphatically. That it was the right time to say it out loud.

“Seems I love men and women. And well, guess I've gone and fallen in love with one of each? They’re not making me choose because they are already in love. It’s been working for awhile now.”

“We just never said it out loud till right now,” Rin added.

“It sounds like fecking music to my ears,” Roland almost giggled.

“You don't hate me, do ya Em?” Jack was suddenly worried. Heart again in his throat.

Emma’s face relaxed. She didn't quite understand how it worked. A threesome that lasted into a relationship. What she did know was that Jack looked truly happy. He was as relaxed as the baby in Roland’s arms. How lucky that he was loved by two people instead of just one? That's all that mattered.

“I guess we say welcome to the family!”

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[jemmydoolz]

Edgar Has Always Been Kind of a Bitch

hi okay so it's a little after midnight but I'm posting a fic rn bc it's the first fic I've written in like,, a yr and a half and also I'm rlly excited abt it??

anyway battle buddies/fahc jeremwood angst based on ramblings in a gc

(warning for minor assault implications at the beginning, and brief mentions of a suicide attempt at the end)!!!

Fiona and Gavin decide that what Jeremy needs is a night of bevs, and, to put it simply, get wasted, so the crew settles on going to a club that Friday. Jeremy only has one or two drinks, but boy does he get fucked up.

Ryan’s sitting and talking with Geoff and Jack in a booth, sipping a diet coke. He looks over Jack’s shoulder to see Jeremy standing at the bar with a much taller, more intimidating man looming over him. The guy reaches out toward Jeremy, who leans away from the touch. Jeremy nervously laughs and his eyes frantically dart around for someone, anyone who might be able to help him.

“Hello? Earth to Ryan?” Jack waves her hand in front of Ryan’s face.

“Oh, yeah. Yeah. sorry. Hey, um, I’m gonna go home, I’m just not really feeling great,” Ryan murmurs as he slides out of the booth, already heading toward Jeremy.

“Um, alright, I guess? Drive safe,” Jack calls after him.

Ryan speeds up when he sees the man grab Jeremy’s arm. Jeremy’s face flipped through a thousand emotions at once when he saw Ryan approaching, but eventually landed on confused but grateful. He gave Jeremy a look that said just go with what I’m about to say.

“Hey, babe,” Ryan says. The man immediately drops his grip on Jeremy’s arm. Jeremy does his best not to choke on his own spit when he hears the word babe come out of Ryan’s mouth. He hadn’t heard it in so long, and he didn’t think it would still hurt so much.

“Oh, hey!” Jeremy turns to Ryan and reaches up to peck him on the lips. “Where’d Edgar go? It’s his birthday, I figured he would wanna hang out with his friends!”

Fuck. Mentioning something about their friend ‘Edgar’ was always code for I don’t feel good about this, let’s leave. Edgar’s birthday meant I’m having a panic attack, I need your help. Ryan wanted to punch the guy that was practically feeling Jeremy up. No—he wanted to fucking kill that bastard. He and Jeremy may have had a severe falling out, they may have suffered years of heartache and longing, but he still felt responsible to make sure Jeremy was safe.

“He said he kinda wanted to go home. He went to the bathroom while I found you. You, uh, just about ready?” Ryan’s eyes flitted between Jeremy and the other man, who cleared his throat and mumbled something about needing to go find his friends before walking off.

Jeremy and Ryan both sigh in relief once he’s gone.

“Wanna head outside for some fresh air for a minute?” Ryan asks, getting a meek, obviously shaken-up nod in return.

Jeremy says something that Ryan can’t quite hear over the music as they walk outside.

“Hm?”

“Oh, nothing. It was dumb.” Jeremy shakes his head. Ryan has had enough experience to know that it was better to just leave it alone. They both wordlessly come to a stop and lean against the wall of the building a few yards from the door. Almost as if they had been working as partners for years. They spend a few minutes saying nothing, watching people on the street, looking at the stars in the sky. Ryan can’t help but study the intricacies of Jeremy, realizing that so many things have changed, but somehow almost nothing about him is different. Jeremy’s hair is just a tad bit more grown out than it ever was at the agency (also, it’s bright purple and orange, which is not exactly the most appealing color combination, but that’s a topic for another day), but he still runs his hands through it when he’s lost in thought. It’s curlier than it used to be, but maybe that’s just because it’s longer. He still clenches his jaw so hard it seems like he’s going to break his teeth when he’s scared. He still wears a tank top under his shirt, no matter how hot it is outside. His eyes still crinkle at the corners when he lets out a bark of laughter that Ryan still swears up and down sounds exactly like a squeaky toy. He’s changed, though. Ryan can see in his eyes that he’s become aware of reality. He knows the responsibility he carries, the heavy consequences that come with his actions, that death is around the corner at every moment.

“D’you- d’you want me to take you home?” Ryan says barely above a whisper, but loud enough for Jeremy to hear. “You can go back inside if you want, but I know you always used to want to go home and be alone after Edgar shows up.” Jeremy lets out the tiniest breathy chuckle.

“Edgar has always been kind of a bitch, hasn’t he?” Jeremy says as he looks away from the sky to meet Ryan’s gaze, and his heart falls apart all over again for the thousandth time. That fond look of reminiscence and joy was one Ryan donned frequently at the agency. “I- Yeah. yeah. I’d really appreciate a ride home. I’m just a little too drunk to drive, I think.”

“Alright. I parked just down the street. Penthouse or your apartment?” Ryan hadn’t even noticed that Jeremy did seem somewhat tipsy; his Boston accent slipping in occasionally and his words slurring the tiniest bit.

“Um, apartment,” Jeremy says. “D’you rem-”

“Yes, I remember where your apartment is, Jeremy.”

It’s only a few minutes into the drive to the other side of town when Jeremy pipes up. “I honestly didn’t really expect you to help me. I didn’t expect you to remember Edgar, either. I dunno why I said it, I guess just vaguely hoping you would even though it’s been, what, three years?” he pauses for a moment and just takes in Ryan's profile. “I always hope you remember things from then. I know it went to shit, but we still had so much fun. We made so many memories and did so much dumb shit there. But I’m glad that stupid fuckin’ place collapsed. All of it was complete bullshit. I just wish it all fell apart before we did.”

Ryan doesn’t know how to respond. So he doesn’t.

“All those meetings I had to stay late for? Fuckin’ useless. They served no purpose, and I don't know why I was forced to go to them. I feel like the only reason I had to go to those meetings was because someone was hiding something from me. It was obvious that so many things were kept from us.” Jeremy stops for a second to try to will away the lump rising in his throat. “I thought you were cheating on me. For the longest time. I still don’t know whether you actually were. You were always out on ‘special missions’ and shit.”

The moment Ryan hears Jeremy let out a shaky breath his heart breaks.

“Was it me? Was I not good enough? I promise I tried my hardest to be what you needed. I’m sorry if I wasn’t. All I wanted was the best for you, Ryan. Even now, I just want you to be happy. If you're happier with someone else, then that’s what I want. I don’t blame you, though. I don’t deserve someone like you. You deserve so much better than me. I would do anything for you, Rye. We were together for so long. We did everything together! I thought I was gonna marry you. I was saving up money to get a ring. I guess I was too stupid to see that you didn’t want me anymore.”

Ryan looks over to see the tears staining Jeremy’s cheeks reflecting the soft orange glow of the streetlamps. Is this really what Jeremy thinks?

“I was so in love with you, Ryan Haywood. I’m- I’m still in love with you. I love you so goddamn much it hurts sometimes. Every time I see you hurt, upset, angry, anything other than healthy and happy my heart aches. I’m sorry I wasn't enough. I promise I tried. Fuck, I tried so hard.”

With every sob Jeremy lets out, Ryan's heart breaks just a little bit more. The short distance left until Ryan pulls up to Jeremy’s apartment building is spent wordlessly. Jeremy’s clambering out of the car and reaching to grab the door when Ryan speaks.

“Hey, Jer, do you want me to walk you up? I just want to make sure you’re safe.”

“No. I’m fine. I’ll be fine. I’ve already been a pain in your ass tonight, I don't need to waste even more of your time. I’m sorry. I’m sorry about everything.” Jeremy sniffles and wipes his cheeks, giving a half-hearted smile before shutting the door and walking away.

Ryan sits there for a second, unable to process fully what he just heard. He starts driving without even knowing where he was going, and he’s so lost in his thoughts that suddenly he’s sitting in his car in front of the boardwalk along the beach and crying. He can’t believe anything he was just told—there is no way in hell that the brilliant, witty, talented Jeremy Dooley ever doubts his worth. It’s jarring to think that part of it was because of Ryan. He was going on extra missions because the agency was growing more and more demanding. For months they tormented Ryan with the threat of kicking out Jeremy. They said they’d do other things to him that Ryan doesn’t want to remember. Why did Jeremy never bring it up? Why did he just accept that Ryan had ‘moved on?’ Their lives were so intertwined with one another that Ryan never felt truly whole again. The only reason Ryan went with the break up was that he saw how distant and cold Jeremy had gotten. Ryan had assumed that, for whatever reason, Jeremy had changed his mind. He hated it, he was devastated, but he didn't know how to fix it.

Ryan decides he doesn’t want to go back to the penthouse tonight. He pulls up to the nearest crew safehouse, and suddenly things click.

Jeremy had always struggled with bad self-image and depression. He had gone to Ryan for comfort, which he was always more than willing to give. Jeremy was doing better. At least he told Ryan he was.

Jack had mentioned a while ago that when Jeremy first joined the crew, she had found him after a suicide attempt and barely left his side until he recovered. The only reason for it Jack had told Ryan about was ‘emotional trauma from a past relationship, that he didn’t really want to talk about.’

Ryan did that to him.

Ryan did that to him.

Ryan made the love of his life want to die.

The pieces left of his heart fall into more shards than there are grains of sand in this world.

He collapses onto the couch inside, too exhausted to even get to the bed. He knows he’s not going to be able to sleep, though.

To: Geoff

Dropped Jeremy off at his place, he was pretty drunk though so check on him please

To: Geoff

I’m staying at kung fu safehouse for the night

[bumblesimagines]

Off to the races

Request: Yes or No

This is loosely based off an oc story. Also, since Tommy (Malachai's actor) is Venezuelan and speaks Spanish, does that mean Malachai can too? 👀

My old man is a bad man

But I can't deny the way he holds my hand

And he grabs me, he has me by my heart

He doesn't mind I have a Las Vegas past

He doesn't mind I have a L.A crass way about me

He loves me with every beat of his cocaine heart

(Y/N) watched as Malachai and some of his buddies beat up a kid. He glanced at Jaime, crossing his arms. When a hot stranger offered him a ride, he didn't expect to hookup with him and later find out he was a gang leader. (Y/N) looked at Malachai when he backed up and walked over, knuckles bloody.

"Come on, baby." He said casually, grabbing his hand and holding it as he went back to his car.

Swimming pool

Glimmering darling

White bikini off with my red nail polish

Watch me in the swimming pool

Bright blue ripples, you

Sitting sipping on your Black Cristal, oh yeah

(Y/N) laughed when Jaime splashed him with water. The good moments when Ghoulies acted like normal people. (Y/N) liked those moments. He looked over at Malachai who watched him intently while sipping on his drink.

"Aw, cuties." Jaime cooed, making (Y/N) splash her.

Light of my life, fire in my loins

Be a good baby, do what I want

Light of my life, fire in my loins

Gimme them gold coins

Gimme them coins

(Y/N) bit down on the lollypop, chewing when it cracked and broke. He looked up when some rolled up money was tossed on the table. Malachai motioned to it.

"They're yours." He said. (Y/N) cocked a brow.

"Why?" He asked, picking it up. Malachai shrugged.

"Because you're my boyfriend and I want to give you money." (Y/N) raised his brows. Boyfriend? That was a first. He smiled, leaning forward.

"Well thank you, boyfriend."

And I'm off to the races, cases

Of Bacardi chasers

Chasing me all over town

'Cause he knows I'm wasted,

Facing time again at Riker's Island

And I won't get out

(Y/N) huffed, feeling someone grab his arm and pulled him back. He turned around, almost tripping from how intoxicated he was. He saw Malachai's face and grinned.

"Baby!" He cooed, wrapped his arms around him. (Y/N) heard Malachai sigh.

"Come on, let's head home." (Y/N) nodded happily. He knew going out and partying without Malachai's knowledge annoyed Malachai but he never stayed mad or annoyed. (Y/N) really needed to shake off that habit.

Because I'm crazy, baby

I need you to come here and save me

I'm your little scarlet starlet

Singing in the garden

Kiss me on my open mouth

Ready for you

(Y/N) laughed, falling back onto the bed.

"I already have to deal with those Serpents, I don't need to drive around town because you snuck off." Malachai said, helping him undress.

"Why don't you just kill them? Blow their brains out!" (Y/N) cracked up as Malachai rolled his eyes.

"You're crazy.." Malachai mumbled, leaning down and kissing him. (Y/N) happily kissed him back.

My old man is, a tough man

But he got a soul as sweet as blood red jam

And he shows me, he knows me, every inch of my tar black soul

He doesn't mind I have a flat broke down life

In fact he says he thinks it's what he might like about me, admires me

The way I roll like a rolling stone

(Y/N) woke up to soft kisses trailed around his face and neck. He grunted softly, bringing a hand up to his pounding head. Malachai chuckled, nudging him. (Y/N) opened his eyes, grabbing the painkillers and water. He sat up, glancing down at Malachai when he nipped at (Y/N)'s hip. Once (Y/N) took the painkiller, he lied back down and cuddled against Malachai.

Likes to watch me in the glass room, bathroom

Chateau Marmont

Slipping on my red dress, putting on my make up

Glass film, perfume, cognac, lilac

Fumes, says it feels like heaven to him

(Y/N) cracked open one eye, looking at Malachai. He smiled, sliding down so the water went up to his nose. Malachai watched him affectionately.

"Hey, little merman." He greeted. (Y/N) sat up, chuckling. Malachai approached him, crouching down and kissing him. (Y/N) pulled back, noting a smell.

"Are you using my cologne?" He asked. Malachai grinned, nodding.

Light of his life, fire of his loins

Keep me forever, tell me you want me

Light of your life, fire of your loins

Tell me you want me, gimme them coins

"I love you.." Malachai mumbled, pressing a kiss to (Y/N)'s shoulder. (Y/N) smiled, turning his head and looked at him.

"Who doesn't?" (Y/N) grinned. Malachai rolled his eyes, nipping his shoulder. (Y/N) laughed softly, turning around and wrapping his arms around him. He leaned in, kissing him softly.

"I love you too, Mal." He tangled his fingers into Malachai's soft curls.

And I'm off to the races, cases

Of Bacardi chasers

Chasing me all over town

(Y/N) tilted his head back, drinking the beer in one go. He placed the bottle down and looked at Malachai.

"You're gonna get liver problems." Malachai mumbled as he counted his money. (Y/N) cocked a brow, glancing at Malachai's beer bottles.

"Your one to talk." He replied. Malachai put him on house arrest after going out without his knowledge again.

Cause he knows I'm wasted, facing

Time again at Riker's

Island and I won't get out

(Y/N) stood up, going around the table and hugging Malachai from behind.

"Can I-"

"No." Malachai cut him off. (Y/N) pouted, resting his head ontop of Malachai's.

"Why not?" Malachai sighed, grabbing his arm and kissing it.

"I want you home. Safe. With me." Malachai replied. (Y/N) kissed the back of his head and hummed.

"Sorry for making you worry so much, Mal." (Y/N) apologized quietly.

Because I'm crazy, baby

I need you to come here and save me

I'm your little scarlet starlet

Singing in the garden

Kiss me on my open mouth

Malachai tilted his head back, meeting (Y/N) in a sweet kiss. (Y/N) pulled back and bumped their noses together before grabbing another bottle and opening it.

"You've had enough." Malachai grabbed it from him.

"Go take a shower, I'll join you in a minute." Malachai said. (Y/N) huffed but nodded, walking away.

Now I'm off to the races, laces

Leather on my waist is

Tight and I am falling down

I can see your faces, shameless

Cipriani's basement

Love you, but I'm going down

(Y/N) watched Malachai's car pull up, arms crossed. Malachai got out of his car, approaching him.

"I expected-" Malachai was cut off by his own grunt, holding his jaw as he stumbled back. (Y/N) shook his hand, knuckles hurting a bit.

"You promised you wouldn't get in trouble with the law and I have to find out through Jaime that you got arrested!"

"It isn't the first time-"

"And it'll be the last or else we're over."

God I'm so crazy, baby

I'm sorry that I'm misbehaving

I'm your little harlot starlet

King of Coney Island

Raising hell all over town

Sorry 'bout it

"You're fucking joking, right?"

"You have no fucking idea how worried I was, Malachai. Don't you understand how difficult it can be when you're locked up and the Serpents take advantage of it?" (Y/N) asked. Malachai sighed, eyes hard.

"Go ahead and try me if you think I'm joking." (Y/N) turned around, entering their home. Malachai groaned loudly, following his boyfriend inside.

"You need to calm down-"

"You're so fucking lucky I didn't go to that damn jail and beat your stupid ass. You've been dealing drugs for how long? Some rookie mistake and your ass is off to jail, God, you're so lucky that Peggy is a good lawyer." (Y/N) sneered. Malachai approached him, hands up. He slowly wrapped his arms around him.

"I'm sorry, baby." Malachai said softly. (Y/N) began to realx.

My old man is a thief

And I'm gonna stay and pray with him 'til the end

But I trust in the decision of the Lord

To watch over us

Take him when He may, if He may

(Y/N) played with his necklace, glancing at the clock. Malachai knew the cops were gonna be keeping an eye on him yet he had gone out to check on the drug run. (Y/N) was usually the one to make stupid and crazy decisions but Malachai was stepping it up. He heard the front door open and stood up, leaving the kitchen. Malachai shrugged off his jacket. He tossed some money onto the coffee table.

"Where'd you get that?"

"Some of the boys robbed a gas station." Malachai replied, yawning softly. Seemed like he was coming down from a high.

"Okay... I'm going to bed." (Y/N) said, walking to their bedroom.

"Babe? What's wrong?"

I'm not afraid to say that I'd die without him

Who else is gonna put up with me this way?

I need you, I breathe you, I'd never leave you

They would rue the day I was alone without you

"I'm just tired.." (Y/N) replied, glancing at him. Malachai leaned against the doorway, playing with his bracelet.

"I love you, you know that, right?"

"Yeah." (Y/N) lied down, taking off his necklace and putting it on the nightstand. Malachai headed into the bathroom, taking a quick shower and hopping into bed with (Y/N). Despite being annoyed with Malachai, (Y/N) wrapped his arms around him.

You're lying with your gold chain on

Cigar hanging from your lips

I said, "Hon', you never looked so beautiful

As you do now, my man"

Malachai was always a pretty sight to wake up to. A blunt hanging from his lips as sunlight poured into the room. (Y/N) took a moment to admire his man. He lifted himself up, kissing Malachai's arm. (Y/N) smiled up at him. Malachai leaned down, kissing him.

"Morning, babe." He mumbled. (Y/N) hummed, flopping down onto the pillow.

"Morning, Mal."

And we're off to the races, places

Ready, set, the gate is down and now we're goin' in

To Las Vegas, chaos, Casino Oasis

Honey, it is time to spin

(Y/N) felt the wind slip through his fingers as Malachai drove. It seemed like getting shot with an arrow brought Malachai back down to earth. (Y/N) was, of course, worried when he heard that his boyfriend got an arrow to the shoulder but couldn't help bursting out into a fit of laughter learning it was a teenager who had done it.

"Still can believe you laughed at me while I was bleeding out." Malachai mumbled.

"Oh, please. Penny and the others bandaged and stitched you up." (Y/N) smiled, looking at him.

"What do you think, Mimic?" (Y/N) asked, looking at the Rottweiler puppy sitting in his lap. Mimic barked in response.

"Right? Your other daddy is so dramatic." (Y/N) cooed. Malachai rolled his eyes. Their road trip was gonna be filled with lots of fun.

Boy, you're so crazy, baby

I love you forever, not maybe

You are my one true love

You are my one true love

You are my one true love

[sumeshi-t]

✨ self-ship tag game ✨

PART 2 | IwaLee (here you go, discord)

sorry if it's corny/cheesy LMAO my brain empty i can't think of anything to make for iwa's birthday i'm such a dumbass. was also supposed to draw an nsfw-ish thing for this but ya girl is feelin’ out of it lately sjhfalhj

How we met:

okay let’s just say i’m smart enough to land myself a scholarship in socal since i’m taking physical therapy anyway

i feel like... we would meet in the library LMAO what asian nerds

maybe i’d end up bothering him with the way i’m murmuring anatomy stuff and talking to myself when studying

so he overhears me struggling to remember that one word and he’s gonna fucking answer for me like okay sorry bud i’m stupid

jk i won’t react like that i’d just be like, “yes!” and turn to look at whoever it was who answered and say thank you because i’m so immersed in my own bubble of “knowledge” and big brain

when i notice that he’s actually cute i’d be fucking red in the ears out of embarrassment when he tells me to tone my voice down lmao so i apologize for being a bother :(

actually says, “don’t mind” damnit his english do be cute. just two asian kids far from home with accents

it’s awkward, but i’d steal glances at what he’s studying. would probably get caught after a looong while, but it’s bc i’ll be blanking off, brain tired

“do you have anything you want to ask?” he’ll be dropping his pen over his notes leaning back and stretching, bending his neck, rolling his shoulders while waiting for my answer

“omg i’m so sorry, i didn’t mean to stare.” then i ask what his program is just bc he could be in one of my classes and i didnt know

anyway, turns out our schedules were pretty similar, we live in the same area/dorm, so like there’s always a chance for us to meet somehow

we wouldn’t give numbers to eo on that same day; like give it about two weeks of constantly bumping into eo before that happens

watch me share my highlighters with him, exchanging notes, passing some snacks beneath the table like its weed or sumn

from lib meetings to getting lunch together to being invited to watch his games (in freshman year i’d still go because i’d be less busier)

i would definitely use the honorifics on him, from “iwaizumi-san” gradually to “iwa-kun”; he won't admit that he likes it because it's a little piece of home

would convince to practice palpation with him because his body is a perfect example–

"wh-why don't you ask someone from your class?"

"i'm not that close with—are you blushing? omg you are!"

somehow i joke around, "i won't touch your dick," then i'd laugh at his reaction.

anyway, in return for using his body as a model, i have to sit through a godzilla marathon with him

the first time he sees me breakdown from the stress he's kinda flustered at first; but he's seen similar things with oikawa so he has a faint idea what to do. damn his hugs feel so warm, so safe

i'm quicker to open up to him, once i got comfortable; and reassurance that if he needed someone to talk to i'll also be there

basically a slow burn best friends to lovers kinda thing

ngl i'd be crushing on him by the time we're entering second year maybe? but because we're friends i always throw the thought away because i don't wanna ruin what we have

but da heart wants what it wants

it would take: the teasing of his buddies back at japan after seeing him post ig pics of us together (it was me who did it, i grabbed his phone); and, my own set of friends getting annoyed at me for always being in denial—all these just for us to finally come into terms with what we feel for eo

"i have something to tell you," we'll say to eo before we enter the lib ksksksk

"oh, you go first-" "no, you-"

it's awkward but i'll be the first to confess and he's 👁👁

"you... what?" "smh don't make me say it again, iwa. does this mean we're not friends anymore?"

"yeah"

"oh..."

"because i like you too. you... wanna go out with me?"

First date x type of dates:

study dates are automatically a thing for sure; we've upgraded from lib to cafe dates

since we're like, friends before this, potential stuff for first dates are already crossed out since we've kinda done them already???

so this issue was raised and his mind said, "then let's redo everything,"

the first thing we did outside campus was go on a foodtrip. because i was craving filo food, and he was craving jap food. and then i have this kinda habit that when i get to eat something delicious, i silently squeal or hum in my seat he finds that cute

the "first date" doesn't really have to be grand because we're like... close friends with feelings. so we don't have to try hard to please each other. everything just feels natural when we're together

anyway, we try out the food we didn't have before. he still prefers sinigang over adobo. he's still kinda amazed where i put all the food after eating a bowl of ramen that's good for two

he's gonna take a pic of me in that excited face i make when the food is placed before me and make it his wallpaper (homescreen) secretly

after that, we're just walking, me telling him about something i watched or nerd talk, then he slips his hand against mine, holding it and pulling me closer that it makes me shut up–so he laughs

"that's all it takes to get you quiet, babe?"

"w-what? also... did you just call me babe? because i didn't think i'd like it,"

"i know something you'll like," he stops walking, then, with his free hand he cups my face and pulls in for a kith kith 🥺👉🏻👈🏻

i am blushing when i tell him, "that your first kiss?"

"y-yeah, why?"

"same"

we were already walking and he swoops in for a quick peck again, "then that's the second,"

he says that with a little frown on his face, cheeks also flushed and ugh soft!lee—i lean my head against his arm because i'm too short to put it above his shoulder. but anyway i tell him, "didn't think you had it in you to be this soft for me,"

"sh-shut up"

it doesn't seem romantic because ✨it doesn't have to be when we're already happy✨

While we’re dating:

he saves all the selfies i send him; whether it's the meme-ish ones or just me feelin' good about myself he's got them saved

notebooks getting interchanged kskskss it's terrible because one minute i'm reading my notes about pharma, then i flip a page and i see stuff about sports science like–???

tho what makes it cute is that he has tiny scribbles on corners in hiragana or maybe kanji and some random zigzag lines over some words–a sign that he fell asleep with a pen in his hand

i have lots of caps (that are majority of my dad's but i like them all so i brought sum) and he just... gets one from behind my door (it's the same energy as the hoodies thing)

and i 🥺 bc he actually looks good in caps like??? sir that's illegal

ok but walks in the beach at sunset

also surfer!iwa???? mhhhh yes yes living the dream honestly

ofc volleyball is involved, he's kinda pleased i can play decently. it's either the gym or vb

he would force me to go to the gym smh "you're a PT aren't you? shouldn't you be moving around too?" i'm gonna grumble but the sight of his er, toned body before during and after exercising is the best reward

actually its a win-win, he likes how my butt is outlined by my jog pants and how for him, i still look good even if i'm sweaty all over

hehe we'd end up getting horny by the time we reach the dorms–you know the rest and afterwards:

"so, you'll go to the gym more often now?"

"if it ends up like this, i wouldn't mind,"

we teach eo our mother language! but only on our spare time. omg imagine him telling me "mahal na mahal kita"??? i'm??? or when he's chatting with oikawa (especially that one time he sent a selfie of him and ushijima) he uses tagalog swear words if he just wants to mess with his best friend

vidcalls with each other's fam—i mean, for my parents they know we've been always close, and like, it will be my grandma/dad who'd ask him, "when will you court my granddaughter/daughter?"

he got so nervous, he stuttered, "i'm... i'm courting her already,"

anyway they approve of him because he is smart^TM and a good man 🥺 because they know he has ambitions in life the same way that i do have my own goals i wanna achieve

meanwhile me, i'm gonna be so nervous trying to speak to his fam, but they're all so sweet so i tell him afterwards, "so that's where you get the softies,"

anyway since this is college we're talking about, every passing year, we both become busy, especially when internships come around

but when he can, he'll fetch me from the hospital with comfort food because he knows it's been a rough day and he wants to make sure i'm taking care of myself 🥺👉🏻👈🏻 lowkey i try to do the same for him because he deserves it; but he says it's okay and that i should be preserving my energy for my studies 😭

[punkscowardschampions]

Janis & Grace

Janis: what's the name of that boy we were partnered with first day Janis: the one when we won? Grace: Craig Grace: why? Janis: that's it Janis: what's his deal, how do you know him? Grace: I literally don't Janis: you don't fuck with him? Grace: idk he's like really shy or whatever Grace: that was the first time I'd ever talked to him & vice versa so Janis: okay, well Mia banged him last night Janis: we saw her going in his room Grace: EW Grace: poor Craig Janis: yeah Janis: where is he Janis: she eat him afterwards, like 🕷 Grace: 🐍 like Grace: ugh he was cute Grace: RIP 🙏 Janis: anyway, thought I'd say 'cos obviously did it to 💔 you so naturally act the opposite to piss her off Janis: we got 📸s Grace: 🙄 duh I am the opposite, he hit me up & I said no thanks, I have the 🗨 Janis: ha Janis: send me that Grace: [does] Janis: 👍 Janis: always handy to have Grace: yeah Janis: not ready yet but can preview it when I'm done Grace: not sure I wanna 👀🍿 her snatching that sweet boy's virginity but thanks Janis: she weren't that careless Janis: thankfully Janis: you'll 👀 Grace: 👌👌 Janis: How's Els? Grace: UM why? What did you do? Janis: Nothing Janis: she fell on her arse, did she not Grace: Oh that Grace: it was no worse than when Asia dropped your bf Grace: how's your ankle? Janis: If I didn't know how thick she was, assume Mia put her up to it Janis: it's annoying Janis: need it to be better for when we get back Grace: literally so many 🐕🐩 to walk, what would you even do? Janis: exactly, can make loads in holidays, those 7 hours free really add up Grace: I'd offer to help but so can I 👶🍼 Janis: I'll survive Janis: take one of Billie's old chairs if necessary, get them to pull me along Grace: 😂😂 Grace: ask Mia what shifts barista boy is down for, maybe he can help Janis: in theory worth it Janis: but she'd probably be weirdly smug about her knowing instead of me Grace: true, just ask him Grace: 🤞💜 Janis: ain't sharing my pay Grace: he'd totally do it for free cos he's SO 😍😍😍 Janis: yeah yeah Janis: that'd fade well fast when faced with 6am and dog shit Grace: Hello?! He gets up earlier than that to serve ☕ and clean bathrooms Janis: we've all got very glamorous lives Grace: 🙄🙄 Grace: HIGHKEY should tell Craig to get tested but like I don't want him to think I'm 💔 Grace: ugh Janis: slip a 📝 under his door Janis: - a concerned citizen Grace: so retro Grace: love it Grace: idk if I even have any paper?? Janis: we have to do some exit survey bullshit don't we Grace: do we? Grace: EW Janis: mhmm, already planning my constructive criticism, obvs Grace: @ Mr Lucas what are you even doing here?! SO GROSS Janis: pretty sure he's following me Janis: fair, did cut the two spare ties he brought (??) in half Grace: OMG! you've literally saved someone's life tbh Grace: he's that creepy Janis: reckons we've got full term detention when we get back Janis: so sorry I foiled your plan, definitely wanna spend more alone time with you, sounds good Grace: 🙄🙄 Grace: so sorry you're short & gross & single & mad about it, hun Janis: if mum actually makes me go, it'll be my 🩸 on his 🧤 and her 🤲 Grace: she won't even Grace: not for that long Janis: 🤞 Janis: if all he cares about are the holes in all his 🩲 and not finding out what else I did, then she won't be as pissed off as she could be Grace: what else did you do?? Grace: also EW for that visual, babes Janis: 🤫 Janis: you didn't have to touch 'em Grace: you've literally made it even easier for him to touch himself, excuse you Janis: 😂😂 Janis: 📸 that for the online burn book Grace: can he get enough hate to retire please?! so over what a freak he is Janis: ain't we all Grace: maybe he won't be able to take us for any more activities thanks to the wardrobe malfunctions you caused 🤞🤞 Grace: 🙏 Janis: could be his day CANCELLED 👌🍆💦🥴 Grace: STOP Grace: I don't wanna see 🍆💦 applied to him EVER Janis: it'll stop him being so 🤬🤬 on the bus Grace: the breakfasts here are literally gross enough the 1st time around, can you not make it come back up!! Janis: yeah, pretty rough Janis: that'll be why the gals have been skipping, yeah 😏 Grace: 🙄 Grace: Don't even, she wants me to Grace: I don't have the energy to fight with her about it even after eating, sorry not sorry, babes Janis: no wonder she's taken to spreading STIs Janis: wanna take out as many people as she can, that one Grace: idk what goes through her head, 1st barista boy, now Craig Grace: thank god if I was actually 😍 she'd clearly have no idea Janis: he's not the worst looking Grace: barista boy? DUH Grace: we all see your 😍😍😍 hun Janis: I meant Craig and you know it Grace: like I said, he was cute Janis: shame he's now 50% likely to have the clap Grace: I'll write him that note, it's been forever since I did a good deed Grace: 🙏😇 Janis: nan be 💃 Grace: maybe now she'll love me 🤞🖤 Janis: she loves no one but dad and the LORD Janis: allegedly on that last one Grace: as far as she's concerned they were basically the same person so Janis: where was his dad, tbh Janis: maybe he was 1/3 Janis: 2/3 now Janis: 👶🏾👻 Grace: 🤷 Janis: she'll ask the lady at church who can talk to spirits, that's what she was on about to mum last I heard Janis: gonna stay in touch now he's dead, clearly Grace: 🙄🙄🙄 Grace: I won't be taking Craig to 🙏 his STI away then Janis: cute date idea Grace: IKR?! Grace: so tragic that we'll both have to miss out Janis: 💔 be a trip to the clinic with Mia instead Grace: more like a solo trip Grace: she's already forgotten that boy Janis: poor, poor David Janis: what fond memories is he gonna have looking back Grace: 🐍🐁 Grace: but that's a v relatable mood, this trip has been the WORST Janis: has it? Grace: not for you, obvs Janis: just remembering that one where you pissed yourself and then cried the whole time Janis: it's at least one up on that Grace: EXCUSE YOU Grace: literally don't bring up that you've ever known me, thanks so much Janis: there's no selling that storyline, sadly Grace: there so is Janis: the name's a dead giveaway Grace: & it still wouldn't be the wildest rumour ever spread Janis: reality is boring in comparison to what they can cook up Grace: duh Janis: go ahead and have a go then Grace: 🤷🤷 there's enough rumours about you & your bf rn Grace: it'd get swallowed faster than poor Craig 💔 Janis: what's the best one you heard then Grace: they're literally all so cringe Janis: go on Grace: 🙄🙄 Grace: no thanks Janis: 🎈🎉💩 Grace: it's bad enough I have to 👀 you IRL I'm not trying to gossip in 🗨 too Grace: try Mia or El Grace: they can't get over your 💖 life Janis: 'course they can't Janis: 💔💔 real devastated Grace: mhmm Janis: Ella should be buzzing Janis: but seeing Mia 😢 makes her 😭 Grace: she's too 💔 her fake injury didn't work & yours is real Janis: she can have it Janis: fucking stupid Janis: if this trip weren't a waste of time before Grace: you should totally forget about doing whatever if you wanna get better for hols Janis: doing what? Janis: it's not like we've done anything that taxing Grace: sure but anyway Janis: I can't spend any more time doing nothing Grace: like you said, we already are Janis: you know what I mean Grace: yeah Janis: maybe we'll go do something else Janis: idk Grace: you've got like the perfect excuse not to be under Mr Lucas' 👀 so Janis: I do, might make him join in though Janis: 'cos he hates us Janis: and then I just get bored Grace: OMG stop giving me gross visuals Janis: ?? Grace: anything involving him is like traumatising Grace: he needs to stay on the side lines, thank you Janis: bit harsh Janis: he's northern, not a monster Grace: 😂 but not even Janis: 😏 Grace: whatever Grace: it'll be over soon Janis: the trip? Janis: well observed Grace: duh not gonna kms over breakfast Janis: thought you meant my 💘 Grace: Mia wishes Grace: everyone else will obvs be 💔 Janis: give 'em a good thing Grace: they have so many #s and there'll be more when you dump him Grace: it'll keep everyone busy no matter how many boys she 🐍 and obvs me the freedom to 😢 and wet myself on this trip too so Grace: love that Grace: thanks, babes Grace: 🙌💜🙌 Janis: sounds like a wild time Janis: you are welcome Grace: sure Janis: enjoy your watersports, like Grace: 👌👌

[the-mf-bread-babies]

loneliness </\///\|/3

a fic by rocco wulfram north, m.d.

(found that name on hardcore baby names)

–chmapter jop–

before the tríp

It was a normal day for the Skullsmashers: go to somewhere, kill people, be gay, sleep, get brunch. Right now was the first part of their daily routine, and they were getting ready for it.

“holy fuck nova could you hurry the shit up i have to brush my fucking teeth you bitch” Ace hissed, knocking repeatedly on the bathroom door. “Fuck You. I'm Going To Go To Hell Itself” Nova gargled back, mouth full of mouthwash. More banging was heard; the door had seen better days.

Several feet away was Jake, all dressed up and ready to go, waiting for the others to get ready. He sat on the couch gayly in the living room down the hall, scrolling through Apocalypse Twitter. ‘every day i throw down an unpeeled boiled egg from the rooftop to simulate fear and unreadiness’ he read, a tweet from Orc's account. What the fuck. Classic Orc.

“ah fuck !! am i late !!” Jake turned around to see Damon panicking and counting the daggers in his pockets. “no no not at all. i just get ready really quickly to throw everyone into a state of disarray” Jake replied in an honest, monotone voice. “come sit down”

Damon sat down nervously next to his captain, knowing he'll ask him for Bambi on the PS2 now. “look. look at them those dumbshits” Jake uttered, pointing to Ace and Nova arguing. “those little bastards are completely unaware that ive put a fake cockroach puppet in the mirror. watch now” he added, pulling out a cheap remote control and pressing a button.

*sound of glass breaking* Jake sighed. “okay maybe that wasn't really the best idea” Nova screamed, running out of the bathroom and confusing Ace. “Fucking Roach!!!!!!!!!!!!!” she yelled, already too far away from them to be heard clearly. “huh. well okay then!” Ace grinned, going into the bathroom.

“i'll guard. you do your thing okay? :-)” Damon said to Jake, smiling mischievously. Jake's heart skipped a beat as he was suddenly flustered by the killer's action. «oh god, shit's just gonna get more complicated from here» he thought, staring into nothingness.

Damon braced himself against the bathroom door, eager to hear Ace's chaotic screaming. “ready ??” Damon asked, sending Jake back to the real world. “hhuh??????? oh yea right” he mumbled before beginning to control the cockroach with the remote. “this shit cost me like 200 bucks so it better be worth it”

HOLY MOTHER OF

F U C K

JAKE JESUS FUCKING CHRIST

WHAT THE S H IT DUDE

ace will remember this.

Jake cackled loudly, rolling on the floor and hitting the table with his fist. “LMAOOOOK FUCK YOUUU” he yelled, angering Ace even more. “I WILL GODDAMN SKIN UOUR FUCKIGN ISTINEDSTINES OLD MAN I SWEAR TKC FUCKF” they yelled back, pushing the door repeatedly. “IM GOIND TO FUCKIGN DIR HERE YOU BITCH”

“ah . ace ? could you move a little please ? i'm trying to get in ?” Damon said annoyingly kindly, making Ace jab a fake knife through the space between the door and the doorway. “THIS IS THE BEST FUCKIGN KNIFE I HAVE ON ME RIGT NOW BUT PLEADR JSUT FUCK O F F”

“hm ... i'll have to check in with the blacksmith today to know what this one's worth... possibly rusted here, though.... could also just be dirt tho.....” Damon mumbled, examining the knife. “FUCKING HEL P” Ace yelled in distress, his breath seeping through the door. “ace. brush your fucking teeth that's disgusting.”

“IM FUCKIF D TRYINF THERES JUST A FUCKGIFN ROSCH HEREERF” Ace explained fearfully, trying their best to get some pity from the other. “a what ?? don't think we have those here” “A FUCKIFN COKROSKC” “corrosion ???? how bad” “FUCK YOU A GODDMAND COKCROACH” “girls?? what?? are they milfs??” “HOW THEE DFUCKDB DID YEOU HEAR FTHAY WHATS DUCUNESKRHI”

Jake's hand slapped against Damon's shoulder as a way of saying thanks. “good work out there soldier. us skullsmashers really need someone like you damon” He said confidently, disguising his flirting as a compliment. “cool !! you too man !!” The shorter man replied, completely unaware of the flirting and continuing to yearn for the mutual love between him and Jake. fuckin idiots lmao

“alrighty fuckers, let's move!”

Rachel's voice sent Ace and Nova into a panic, making them scram to look for their weapons and equipment. “Got everything ya need? W'ain't makin' any stops; tryin'a save fuel.” Shaw asked, leaning against the wall at the entrance menacingly. “When the fuck did you even come here.” Dennis asked in surprise, carrying suitcases. “Hmph. Man never tells his secrets, young man.” She replied, tilting her cowboy hat. “What…”

Aaron was sitting peacefully in the trunk of a pickup truck they had, only to be met by a large backpack to the face. “ah!!!!!!!! very sorry!!!!!!! we'll be going in separate vehicles, and trunk space is very much needed!!!!!!!!” Whitney said, apologizing. “Ah. Well. O-okay then.” Aaron stuttered out, holding back tears from the painful impact the backpack had. Pretty sure he'll get a bruise from that.

Henderson and Rachel were waiting in the front seats of yet another pickup truck. To pass the time, they took very cringey pictures of each other pretending to be on Cowboy TikTok™. “Do one where you're pregnant with the truck's baby!” Henderson suggested, making Rachel flip the bird at her but begrudgingly agreeing with her stupid idea. “i literally would skin you alive.” She spat out, putting a pumpkin inside her shirt. “That's… literally so sexy, babe.” Henderson replied back, taking more pictures.

Meanwhile, Andre was busy explaining to Cyprus, who was in a small glass jar, that forcibly entering Damon's bloodstream and mutilating his entire body was not very nice, with Orc and Sarah judging. “YES BUT UNLIMITED POWER COULD BE RIGHT IN OUR HANDS ANDRE” “That'd very mean of you to do, and could actually probably kill you too in the process.” he explained to deaf ears. Well, technically no ears. Yet. “CYPRUS I KNOW IT SOUNDS STUPID BUT YOU COULD LITERALLY DO THE SAME BUT LIKE IN AN ELEPHANTS BODY DUDE” Orc suggested, only to be ignored. “cmon cyprus just pleaaaaase dont kill ppl ok”

Jake looked outside, then back at Damon. “well guess its time to move!” “yea ... but at what cost.” Damon replied confusingly, making a sad face. “did you know today is…” he started, then regretted saying anything. “nvm…” He turned away from the punk, sniffling and walking to Dennis and Aaron.

“damon” “??” Jake asked quietly, craning his neck a little before making the decision to leave the new recruit alone. Instead, he joined Henderson and Rachel in their odd activities.

“hey guys. i fucking miss sans.” Damon confessed, taking a seat next to Dennis. “My nose is bleeding.” Aaron pointed out. “ok. today's sunday. and you Know what That Means… Meant,” The boy continued, facing the ground. “Kanye West he…” Dennis began (begun???? idk). “… liked.” Aaron continued, also affected emotionally by the departure of not only Sans, but Komaeda too.

Jake stared longingly at the family, wishing he was a part of it too. He truly felt Ariel Little Mermaid's desire to become human. Seven Vagánias… that was a risk he was willing to take for him. He would shave his eyebrows off for that man, and he just might do it right now.

“Jake? Don't do that. Please don't fucking do that.” Henderson suddenly interrupted, surprising Jake. “do what” Henderson squinted her eyes, giving Jake a suspicious look. “That's the face you make when you want to do silly things…” She pointed out.

“You had that when you almost electrocuted yourself at that stable, you had that when you threw the dart at Scoran, you had that when you glued Marcus and Reese–” “OKAY OKAY I GET IT IM A DUMMY SILLY LITTLE BITCH BOY OK”

Rachel put the pumpkin back on the ground and went to the two friends, curious to know what the quarrel was about. “what's poppin gayboy!” She loudly asked, slapping Jake's forearm strongly. “i am in peril and shaking and crying” “daddy issues” “yget?” He explained, gesturing towards the Russells.

“ah. please clarify what kind.” Rachel said, knowing Jake has a very questionable taste for fictional middle-aged men, such as Sigma Overwatch and the guy from the cowboy game. “the fuckin. family one rachel” “look at em just vibing and simply being gay”

Rachel and Henderson gave eachother a look that questioned whether Damon and Jake were going to be a thing or not, since Jake's technically still with Andre. “Considering the fact that they adopted Damon, they could probably also adopt you if you wanted to.” Henderson suggested, knowing Jake wouldn't like this and would stupidly unknowingly accidentally confess his love for Damon to them both right then and there.

“what?????” “ew no thatd be fuckin incest or some shit what the fuck” Jake said, being grossed out. “what would be the incestuous part, jacon. we did not say or hint at anything related to incest.” Rachel asked, making Jake's hair stand up in panic. “fuCKIN NOTHING DUH” “BUT LIKE YKNOW I GET CRUSHES REALLY EASILY YEA??????” Jake explained weirdly.

“So there's a new one right now, huh…” Henderson asked… feeling like she was in Ace Attorney. “no!!!! no wait” “well yea– no.. but i–” “fuck You but yes” Jake grumbled. “ah no, we won't tell, obviously. it was just getting way too obvious, so we just wanted to hear it from both sides.” “WH” Rachel said mysteriously, getting into the driver's seat of the pickup truck. “okay guys let's go!!” She yelled out, starting the engine. “THE FUCK IS THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN??????” “BOTH SIDES???”

chapter dos

two four trucks

The journey to god knows fuckin where idk didn't plan i guess a fuckin cabin or smth idk was long and torturous, especially when Rachel said that cryptic-ass thing before going. What the fuck was that supposed to mean, bro.

sudden interlude for seating arrangements !!

truck 1: Henderson, rachel, whitney, CYPRUS

truck 2: jake, damon, marge, Andre, Aaron

truck 3: ace, Nova, Dennis

truck 4: sarah, ORC, Shaw, viper

truck two.

Jake awkwardly patted Marge's head in the backseat of the truck, avoiding eye contact with Damon and Andre. Of course he had to go on a three-day trip in the same car with his ex, his crush, AND his crush's father. God, he was pretty sure this was the lab rats' doing.

“cows.” Damon pointed outside, earning Andre's attention. “Holy– what are those?” He asked, taking his sunglasses off to admire the beautiful little cows. “Cows… we drink their milk and wear their skin as jackets…” Aaron explained, his eyes drifting from the road momentarily. “They can have best friends and stuff. Really nice guys. Also, they're expensive as hell.”

“Y–You do what. Their skin??” Andre asked, his voice a pitch higher than usual. “yeah and we rate them based on which layer it is. also, like their meat, expensive as hell. but still very cool.” Damon said, confusing Andre even more. “they also give us cheese and ice cream and whipped cream and stuff. underrated little babies. they deserve better.” “they also have nose rings which are punk as hell–”

“Wait, why the nose– cheese?! Cheese?! AND ice cream??!” Andre asked again, his mind attempting to comprehend the greatness that cows are. “Oh man, you are not ready to hear about pigs.” Aaron said jokingly. “What the fuck are pigs???” “Sausages, ham slices, bacon, lard, leather too, rotisserie–” “aaron please i'm gonna throw up.” “Oh, right. Sorry,”

Jake sat quietly in his seat, just now realising how much of his world Andre's missing. Sure, his world was much cooler, but do they have sheep? Palm trees? Penguins? Thought not, bitch. “andre do you know what a kangaroo is” He asked, breaking his silence like that one YouTuber.

“A what?” “kangaroo. some of them are buff as shit and they move by hopping. they cant hop backwards and they also keep their babies in little pouches attached to them and their bones and guts are exposed on the inside of said pouch. baby kangaroos are about the size of a jellybean, and the adults can box you”

“They what” “yea they're weird as fuck.” “its from australia so” “That sounds fake.” “oh man. wombats bro. quokkas. fuckin drop bears and flying foxes. PLATYPUSES!!!” “wombats poop in cubes and quokkas are always smiling” “Koala bears hold onto tree branches and eat their mom's shit, which is the leaves of said tree branches.” “Please stop what the fuck” “ohoho fucking GEESE” “GET IM JAKE MY NEIGHBOR HAD FUCKIN THREE OF THOSE BITCHES”

truck three.

The three sat silently, with the exception of Dennis, who was swearing at random times. “You call that a fuckin’ turn, old man?! HUH?!!” Ace's shoulders jumped, the sudden exclamations preventing them from sleeping through the trip. “This Is Probably The Last Time We'll See Each Other Alive.” Nova stated calmly. “i slept for like two minutes last night… didn't even get to wear conditioner today. unrelated but just sharing my struggles with you.” Ace said, shifting into a more comfortable sleeping position.

Dennis overheard the two talking, and opted to stay quiet for the rest of the trip, before stumbling across a strange sight. “FROG!!!” he yelled, waking up the duo. “he said fuck! he said the f” Ace yelled out while rubbing their eyes. “Are We Aliven't” Nova asked, stretching. “Sadly, no, but the good news is, I found a frog!” Dennis excitedly said, opening the car door.

“WHAT” “THAT SHITS GONNA POISON US WHAT THE FUCK” Nova yelled out, unfortunately not loud enough for Dennis to hear it. The man kept walking towards the creature that was technically an alien to them, and picked it up with watery hands. “DENNIS YOU'RE GONNA FUCKING KILL US ALL!!!!!!! DENNIS!!!!!!”

“So, you kids know how to handle a frog?” Dennis asked in a wholesome tone, alerting the two even more. “KILL IT KILL IT FUCKING KILL IT” “Oh, are you guys allergic to this little guy? Sorry, I'll put it in the dashboard instead.” “GET ITBOUT WHAT THE FUCK DENNID JESUS” “… Huh?” “POSIOJ DART FOGR” Nova shouted, hiding behind the passenger seat and being pushed by Ace, who was also going to hide there. “BITCH”

Dennis and the frog stared at them in confusion, hearing their horrified screams. “This is… a wood frog… not a poison dart… that one would probably die in this climate…” he explained plainly, his hands gently cupping the newfound friend. “oh. ok” Ace muttered quietly, while Nova maintained an awkward silence. “You can… pat them very softly if you want.” Dennis suggested. “Or spray the shit outta them. That could work too.”

Nova nervously held out her hand to pat the frog, then smiled in succeeding to do so. “Death Quivers Before Me” She said, proceeding to pat it even more. “can i do the spray thing.” Ace asked, their voice quiet as a whisper. “Yeah, sure. Go right ahead.”

*the frog was going to die so technically they didnt like fuck up the ecosystem or smth. do not attempt this irl.

truck four.

“What jolly tunes d'ya have on this here truck. Fellas.” Shaw asked, observing the radio. “uh, really, i don't think it'll be necessary!!!!!” Viper nervously said, only to be ignored. “NONSENSE! ONE'S TASTE IN SHANTIES PROVES TO BE A WINDOW INTO THEIR LIVES.” Orc said wisely, patting them on the shoulder. “i guess that's good advice, but really–”

TWO TRUCKS HAVING SEX. TWO TRUCKS HAVING SEX. MY MUSCLES. MY MUSCLES. INVOLUNTARILY FLEX.

“I SEE. A MATING SONG FOR YOUR SPECIES?” “my truck f### playlist,.,.,.” Viper tried to mute the speaker to no avail as most of the buttons on the control panel were very much broken. “I'm. Very sorry for this, pardner. But this doesn't sound so bad. I could put this in a jukebox…” Shaw consoled, only making them panic more. “im so f#ckig sorry” They said, before smashing the radio with a briefcase.

They all paused for a moment, unsure of what to do. “i have spotify…” Sarah croaked, holding up her phone. “they have lemon demon too, if you want…” She muttered, scrolling through the song choices. “does anyone want to listen to wet a–” “no.” “okay.”

The truck grew even quieter for a while, until Shaw gave a suggestion to pass the time. “Wanna play 20 questions?” “I'll start: how many folks have y'all killed?” Viper gave the assassin a horrified look, confusing her. “I think mine's around 150. No… 145…” She confessed, rubbing her chin. “Wait, or was it 160?”

“like six. do you like girls, and, follow up question, do you also coincidentally like short girls with long hair.” Sarah said without hesitation, stopping Orc from answering the first question. “Yes! I literally have a wife!” Shaw shouted happily, rolling up her sleeves to show Sarah her tattoos. “This one is her setting herself on fire and me getting inspired–” “ah, yes–” “That one was a total cover-up! Previously, it was the names of my exes, all thirteen of them, but now, it's my cat!”

After some time of receiving a bit too much RexShaw lore, Sarah finally got the answer she so desperately needed from Viper. This was the verdict that determines whether she could make a move or not. This answer could change– “i am gay and do not get attracted to women. thank you.” Ah. Back to more hunting. “I am a lesbian! High-five!” Shaw exclaimed.

And finally, the first truck.

truck one.

Loud country music blared in the truck as they drove by the snowy mountains of uhh. Winsnow. Like winter and snow. They had all chosen separate routes in order to cover more land and see if there were any new developments in the area.

“BRANDY!!! FETCH ANOTHER ROUNF!!!!!!” Rachel screeched as she drummed on the dashboard. “AND SHE FJSJS” Henderson kept driving, searching every inch of land for a rest stop to stretch her legs and also listen to something else.

“hendy.” Rachel said, getting her girlfriend's attention. “do you wanna buy that slime that cleans cars and stuff?” Henderson stared into the distance, pondering. “Hm. There's always the possibility of the slime disappearing under mysterious circumstances and turning up in the trash can the next day covered in saliva, so.” Whitney looked away, feeling attacked.

“yeah, that's a problem.” Rachel muttered, her hand instinctually moving to Henderson's. “Please don't crash the car.” She begged, looking sadly at her. “is there a domino's nearby. i heard they have that new peanut butter chocolate lava cake.” Rachel asked, cupping Henderson's face gently.

“Rachel. There's fucking mountains.” Henderson pointed out, gesturing towards their surroundings. “That shit will freeze.” Rachel put her head down in disappointment. “yeah. damn.” “MORE FLESH!!! MORE FLESH!!! MORE FUCKING FLESH!!!”

Oh yeah, Cyprus was here the whole time. “why does the metal say fuck?????” And Whitney too! “MIND YOUR OWN GODDAMN BUSINESS. FLESH NEEDED!” Cyprus yelled out, resembling a hungry toddler on a road trip.

“do you want like a burger or something......” Whitney asked, judging the spirit. “FLESH” “like are you more of a kfc or a mcdonalds guy” “NEED FLESH” She gave the couple a look, one that was kind of undecipherable due to her lack of normal face details like eyebrows, visible pupils, etc.

“So, three peanut butter lava cakes and one meat lover's… what else?” “ah!!!!!! no lava cake for me, i'm on a diet!!!!!! dirt and dirt only!!!!!!!!!!! also fish bones as a treat” Whitney corrected, her eyes searching for a nearby body of water. “Or, we could get Cyprus the fish meat, and Whitney the bones.” “sounds good to me!!!!!!!!” “FLESH”

…

“welcome to domino's! can i get your order?”

“three peanut butter lava cakes, please. that's all. thank you.” Rachel said, her seat switched with Henderson's, who was too nervous to order. “okay but they each take like three hours to make” “what.” “yea you can stop by like the grocery store up ahead” “fuck you for ordering this” “i–” “fuck off”

the grocewy stowe

The truck stopped by the front of the building, Rachel telling them to go in first while she searches for a good parking spot. Much to Henderson's disappointment.

“My lover…” Henderson said with fear in her voice. “it's okay… go along… i… i have to do this for you…” “for you all… i won't forget the good that you've done to me and everyone i've ever known…” “Rach, please don't go, I lo–” “you all are the kindest people… heaven may wait eagerly for you, but as for me, the ground trembles for its latest meal. fresh from the oven, i will enter the furnace…” “why the fuck would they cook you again” “because i'm TOAST!!” “haha”

“Kill Ronald Reagan while you're at it… I forgot which one he is but I'm pretty sure he's a total bitch…” “i will meet you doomguy” “heeeeeeeh” Rachel whined weakly as she slowly drove over to the spot she wanted.

MOTHERFUCKER.

A silver Honda Civic quickly made its way into there, angering the scientist. “not on my watch, fucker.” Rachel muttered, sliding the pickup truck across the road. She slammed her palm onto the car horn, which terrified even a murder of crows.

“huh wonder who that is” “hm anyway which fish do u like ???? :-)”

A woman who seemed to be in her late 40s exited the Honda Civic, throwing a rather large and flashy boa around her neck. “Jesús, ít's cold in hère,” The lady commented, putting on a pair of expensive-looking sunglasses. “Márie, come along, ma cheghhy!” (i forgot how to spell it)

oh, son of a B I T C H .

it's the french lady who smells weird.

Of course, seeing your enemy in any circumstance that wasn't planned was clearly a little scary and will probably be your last day alive, but bumping into them at a Target was kinda… awkward.

Both the hazelnut and the dolphin were less armed and armoured than usual, and there weren't any bodyguards or security. Usually, if a top leader goes anywhere, the standard protocol was to do thirty separate background checks on the location and have it guarded up somewhere in the three months before their arrival.

So, obviously, someone in Top 50 driving around town in a decades-old car buying groceries isn't very safe, or probably even legal. Hell, she hasn't even seen them wear anything this ridiculous ever. Could this be a distraction? Or is it an opportunity?

Ah, wait, they're both wearing their stupid little marriage bracelets.

It's the middle of October.

This is their anniversary vacation.

Shit.

in the store

Henderson strolled through the aisles with Whitney at her side, hugging Cyprus's jar. She examined the cereal boxes to make sure they didn't contain any food colouring that could potentially kill her.

Whitney, on the other hand, zoomed over to the meat section, licking her lips at the sight of a raw cod. “cyprus…… do you feel that? the need to devour a being???? the uncontrollable desire for energy that it transcends all laws and regulations placed on mankind?????? the growing hunger for power, one that's so strong it controls your every need????

a natural, primal instinct to become such a brutal being that no one, not even you, recognise yourself anymore. you look at yourself in the mirror and you feel like you want to destroy that, to put yourself onto the pedestal you belong on, to wreak havoc on the cosmos of all beings, living and dead, real and mythical, walking and extinct.

you know that you're the only who understands this instinct, the only one who follows it to this distance. everyone else may underestimate you, but in the end, you'll rise above them all. man's natural instinct is to become the ruler of all.”

“What the fuck, Whitney. Anyway, I talked to the deli guy and he said he could pay you to eat up some scraps if you want. You down?” Henderson asked, her trolley already full of snacks. “yea fuck it man” Whitney replied, walking over to the ‘staff only’ door. “im hungy as fuck”

parking lot.

Despite the growing need to kill the woman, Rachel was managing to control herself. Even though this was the perfect opportunity to eliminate one of them, she knows she'll be replaced by someone much crueler. So for now, she'll just stick to watching this lady consider which can of tomato sauce is better than the other.

Rachel parked the truck near the entrance and the Honda Civic. She kept an eye on the couple as she quietly made her way inside through the back door.

“So thàt's when Í saìd, ‘that's not a cactùs, that's a lámp!” Karén playfully said, her hand entwined with her wife's. Rachel was unsure whether to stalk the two or join her friends in shopping.

WELL, FIND THAT OUT IN THE NEXT PART,

B I T C H !! !! !!

[ravishmeclownboi-blog]

(/^♡^)/ first off you're amazing!!! Second, I'm feeling fluffy and want some pennyfluff where he saves the reader from an abusive bf (he can eat the bf ;) and is super nice while he cradles reader and kisses them telling what a good girl they are as he takes off their clothes and continues kissing them all over while comforting them. Ps. I love you ❤🎈❤ *scurries and hides*

Okay here goes i hope you like it😄

Rain fell down outside, you sat in your living room gazing out the window contemplating life in its simplest forms, wondering why we exist, what your purpose was, wondering why you ever got into this situation in the first place. Surely you were smarter than this? Surely you were. All your life family, friends, and acquaintances had told you that you deserved to be happy, free and with someone who adored and cherished you, and the funny thing is, for a while that all seemed to come true. You had met him in college and you instantly hit it off when he helped you study for a big final. You bonded over music, movies, you had the same sense of humor and ways of doing things. It seemed like you were almost made for each other, he was yours and you were his. You were soul mates and everything was beautiful for 3 years, everything was perfect, that was until you felt his hand strike your face. Of course, he promised he’d never do it again, begging you to take him back, which foolishly you did. Then the blow of his fist came,  powerful hands grabbing your hair and dragging you across your apartment floor, kicking and screaming whilst he would shout out obscenities at you, ‘dumb cunt’ was his favourite, it was used so often that it pretty much became your nickname and you just learned to withstand it. You had learned to withstand the beatings too. You had learned to live with the slaps, the mental torture of wondering when the next showdown was to come, you had gotten used to the sharp pain of the cuts, the aching of the bruises and you were an expert in coming up with excuses to when friends asked you what had happened to your face and your arms, they probably already knew what really went on at this point, but you were too mentally tired to care what they thought. 

You were happy and serene in these little hours of the day, the two or three hours between when you arrived home from work and you were awaiting your spouse to return, even though part of you hated him for what he put you through, you still loved him and you still got up to greet them when they came through the door, hugging and giving them a kiss like you were the perfect couple. But something always went wrong, the little things set them off if you hadn’t sorted out dinner, if there was laundry to be done or if you borrowed his laptop to check emails or do some work from home. You were always on your toes around him and you were afraid, but you never left. A part of you thought as the years went on, maybe if you’d settled down, got married and had a child maybe his personality and behavior would calm down, but you knew deep down you were kidding yourself because people don’t really change. You had been thinking about your time in Derry, where you grew up, and as the rain continued to ricochet off the window pane your mind wandered to those days when you were 15, younger and full of hope and love, all your friends, your family.... and someone else, something else. This thing stroke terror into the hearts of children and other adults but to you, it only filled your body and heart with wonder and majesty. It took a liking to you from the moment it set eyes on you and even though at first you were scared for your life, you found yourself oddly compelled to follow this thing wherever it went, have it beside you, like some kind of fucked up guardian angel. In time you felt safe around this creature, the way he touched you, caressed you and protected you, like the time you were nearly attacked by that asshole Henry Bowers, he came out of the shadows and attacked him, screaming at him to not touch “what was rightfully his” you weren’t an object and you usually hated the thought of a person addressing you like you were one, but he wasn’t human. And he said those things not like a possessive madman but like you were his precious little treasure, his world. When you left Derry you thought you’d never see him again, and truthfully it hurt. Even when you were in your honeymoon phase of your soon to be a destructive relationship you still thought of him. 

His face appeared in your dreams, whenever you closed your eyes he was all you could see, you wanted to feel his arms around you just once more, but I guess all good things must come to an end at some point, so you can move on to better, but what you had moved on to wasn’t, it was hell. Your thoughts and daydream suddenly were shattered as you heard the slam of the front door, you jolted up from your armchair to make yourself presentable and seemingly happy to greet your lover. “Hey babe, how was work?” You chirped out with a smile. Running over to give him a hug and a peck on the cheek. “Fucking bullshit, that’s what it was, I need a drink” your smile turned into a frown, he was in a bad mood and he’d not even been home for 2 minutes. “Sorry to hear that, how about we go out and have coffee instead, we could go for a walk and come home and watch something on Netflix, that’ll cheer you up” you said hopefully with a innocence and hope in your voice. “Have you seen the weather outside? and I don’t have time, gotta get paperwork done or I’m screwed, can you get me a glass of wine” you backed away and continued speaking, trying to sway him from the anger and stress he was feeling. “Come on you don’t need to drink, just come with me and we’ll have fu-“ he interrupted you with a mighty bellow of anger infused words. “ARE YOU STUPID? Did you not hear what I just said, stop being a fucking nuisance and get me the Damn wine” You gasped and took a breath, trying not to let your eyes fill with tears. “No” you timidly and shyly spoke “no I won’t get you a glass of wine because you don’t need it” he suddenly grabbed you by the arm and twisted it, your body became stiff and you yelped out at the sharp stinging pain of his fingers pressed into you. “You do what I fucking say...I told you to never speak back, remember what happens when you speak back you little cunt?” Tears started to form as his grip became tighter and more menacing. “Let go off me!” You screamed in his face “you’re hurting me” he laughed mockingly in your face, spit hitting your cheeks and making you feel completely inferior. “I don’t give a fuck, you deserve this, you’re always fucking going on at me, always wanting more more more! “Oh do this with me y/n “why are you always working y/n” why can’t you ever just shut up?” And with those sharp intakes of his words you felt it, the feeling you’ve felt a thousand times before, his cracked, dry hand slap you across your face, this one was painful and it made you fall to the ground in agony. You lay there like a shriveled up doll, covering your face with your hands and begging him not to continue. As he crawled upon the floor, towering over your body and screaming all the names under the sun at you, his face red with anger and hatred, but there was a look in his eyes, a hungry and sinister look, that look. 

You knew what he was thinking and you didn’t want to know what was going on inside his head, all the details. wickedness filled his face as he spoke, still angry but a forced calmness fell upon him. “You know, it doesn’t have to be like this y/n, I’m just really stressed and you make it worse, help me get a load off and we’ll call it a night hm?” Your eyes widened with fright, your lips trembled as you tried to scurry away under him, but it was to no avail. His hands began tearing at your sweater, pulling it up forcefully, hands groping onto your chest, his free hand was down below his belt as he unbuckled it and began forcefully pulling your jeans down. “NO Y/N STOP, STOP PLEAASE” you cried out “LET GO OF ME” you bit his hand trying to make him get off you but that only made the fury come out in full force with yet another slap to your tear-stained face. “You shouldn’t have done that you fucking stupid cunt” he sneered. He was about to do something much worse and you thought you might as well lie there and take it because it was useless trying to fight him. But just as you were beginning to come to terms with your fate you saw two humongous white-gloved hands appear over his shoulders and grab him, shoving him backwards into the wall. He was back. He stood there looking at your frail and shaking body, angered at what your spouse did to you. He remembered how full of life and innocent you were back in Derry and him seeing you like a frightened mouse made him furious, he liked your free spirit and even though he was a monster that fed on fear, something inside of him adored you being happy. “P-Pennywise” you gasped. “You’re back” you smiled out, still crying but the tears and sadness turned into an overwhelming veil of relief and excitement. You felt a rush come over you. “Of course I’m back little one, what has this pathetic human boy done to you?” He came over to you, putting his hand gently on your face and stroking your cheek, you closed your eyes and tingles went all through your body as you felt his beautiful warm touch, for the first time in so long, and it felt wonderful. A grumble filled the room, your spouse had awoken from his brief unconscious state after being shoved into the concrete wall. “What the fuck are you? What the fuck are you doing freak?” He screamed at the clown. Pennywise conked his head round to face the defeated man looking at him with pure hatred and resentment. “I’m going to show you real pain, I’m your worst nightmare, stupid man, how dare you lay your scum filled, meek human hands on her” He sneered. 

His mouth widened, revealing his magnificent, frightening and razor-sharp jaws as he ran towards him and pinned him against the wall, his gloved hand, now with protruding black claws. “You never deserved her human, you never deserved to have her touch, her face, her body SHES MINE, and now it’s time to die” He stuck his fully clawed hand through his abdomen, blood splatting out over the white walls, he coughed and gagged on his own blood as he became nothing but a lifeless sack of meat between the clowns body. He fell to the floor like a rag doll. You sat there shocked, in a state of pure dismay. The man that you loved, the man that hurt you, made you feel inadequate, defeated, scared and worthless was now dead. And all though you thought you’d feel sadness and horror seeing the scene that had just unravelled before your eyes, you felt nothing. All you cared about was that Pennywise was back, he was back for you, he saved you, like a prince saving the maiden from a dragon. Pennywise turned his attention now to you again, he got on all fours and crawled to your shaking body that was sitting up on the floor, head down and trying not to cry. He held his hand, now back to the soft human-like hand to your face, he used his forefinger to touch your chin and tilt it up so you were looking at him, in his beautiful icy blue eyes, the same eyes you dreamed about every night. “He’s gone now, my sweet” without hesitation you threw your body into his, nose and mouth inhaling his scent, popcorn and bubblegum. Sniffling into his ruffled collar you felt safe again, as his arms tightly wrapped around you, in a beautiful gentle embrace. “I missed you so much” you quietly cried out into him. He stroked your hair and breathed into your neck as he was smelling you too, he hadn’t been this close to you in years, even though he’d never say it out loud because pride wouldn’t let him, he missed you terribly and he was absolutely over the moon to have his little doll back in his arms once again, like you’d never left.

“It’s okay little one, I’m back. And I’m never leaving again”

[chunsoftie]

hey, if you're still doing those 'I love you' prompts can I request #12 for Kyman, please?

Thank for you the request, @shortstackedkyman!

12. “Take my jacket, it’s cold outside.” (Send me a ‘I love you’ prompt here!)

There was a heaviness in Kyle’s chest that night. 

Hestared out of the bus as cars passed beneath, midnight approaching. The gamethat lasted three hours had finally ended and they were on their way home, bandand football team together because the school could only provide a single trip.Kyle brought his trombone closer to his chest as his eyes averted to the otherside, where a husky athlete was sitting. 

Cartman’s hair was shuffled and hisface was still pink from last-minute hustles on the field. He wasn’t the team’sbest player but he certainly had the build for it. Cartman had been playing fortheir high school since freshman year, and it was hard to believe they’d begraduating soon. Just another semester and they’d be sailing, Kyle thought. 

Butters was sitting next to them, the first chair clarinet player, and he stretchedout his arms.

“Talk about a game, huh Kyle? Maybe if we win nextFriday we can go to nationals!”

“Nationals…” Kyle trailed, watching Cartman’s hands asthey held his helmet. 

He wondered if they’d get that far, and what that meantfor Cartman. Scholarship wise, it wasn’t bad to get a gig solely forrecreational sports if it meant free tuition. Kyle knew that judging fromCartman’s GPA he was going to need a crutch if he wanted a good school.

“It’d be nice for us to go to nationals, too. Everyother year that we tried, we never got straight ones!” Butters groaned. “It’dat least make us look like a band that cared.”

Kyle didn’t say anything back, because when Cartmanshifted in his seat and when their gazes met, Kyle tore apart.

He could feelCartman look at him even when he focused back on the window. Butters mentionedsomething about going to see Kenny up front, even if Kyle wanted to speakagainst it. If Butters left, than that gave Cartman plenty of room to justsweep in, and just as if it was on cue…

“Jew.” Cartman slid into the seat next to Kyle and asmell of muskiness followed. Kyle scrunched his face for a few seconds beforehe turned back.

“Fatass. What if I wanted to stretch out my legs?”

“Too late.” Cartman lounged where he was and Kylerolled his eyes. 

The two of them sat in an awkward silence before Cartman sethis helmet between his thighs. He stared down at Kyle’s trombone.

“The band must be getting ready for competition soon,right? Make sure you don’t trip and cost the school a win.” Cartman teased. 

Kyle wasn’t sure what gave Cartman the right to say something like that sincehe constantly got into accidents while playing football. He’d be benched somany times because he got smacked in the head by an opposite player. Kyle wouldhave to fight the urge to cry from laughing in the stands.

“Right, make sure I don’t trip. Remind me which one ofus messed up during auditions and didn’t even get into the band.” Kyle said. 

Heremembered when Cartman auditioned during middle school, trying for percussioneven though he couldn’t keep beat to save his life. He would mess around withthe snares and when he finally got called up to try, he ruined it.

Evenwith cymbals he’d be such a klutz.

“That was six years ago, Kyle. If I really wanted toplay in your stupid band, I’d get in easy with an actual instrument.” Cartmansmirked towards Token who was in the front of the bus. “Like a tuba.”

“Tuba? Seriously?” Kyle bit his lip at the image ofCartman carrying out a tuba while they formed their school’s initials. Itcertainly fit him better than the other options. 

Cartman with a flute? He’d break it the first day.

“The bigger brass instruments are what kills, Kyle.”Cartman stretched out Kyle’s name with the tip of his tongue and Kyle hated howperfect it sounded. “Having a trombone doesn’t get you babes.”

“Did you seriously say the words trombone and babes inthe same sentence? You do know who you’re talking to, right?” Kyle asked.

Kyle had been out as gay since a couple years ago, andfor some reason, Cartman was one of the first people he told. Cartman ended upin the same boat, kind of. Kyle still wasn’t sure if Cartman was gay, but hefigured that after short, failed relationships with the girls in their grade,there had to be something to the equation. 

Well, either that, or Cartman wasjust horrible in the romance department.

“I don’t see you playing a woodwind, Jew.”

“As if whatever you play determines your sexuality –you are so full of it!”

“Yeah, yeah.” Cartman flipped his hand and the topicwas finished. Kyle was looking at his instrument now and wondered if that was a thing. Damn him.

“You guys did pretty good out there.” Kyle brought upthe game and Cartman shrugged. He started playing with his hands in his lap.

“Eh. We could have done better, had Clyde not beensuch a pussy and actually went for the kill.”

“Clyde’s pretty good though. He does better than a lotof the guys who barely do anything.” Kyle mentioned.

“He’s one of our better receivers, which is why he should have done better thantonight.” Cartman mumbled. “But whatever, I don’t care as long as get to playagainst the big boys.”

“You seem pretty confident you’ll get there.” Kylesaid and Cartman scoffed.

“Dude, we’ve won all but one game this entire season.I’d be pissed if we didn’t.”

“Well, we’ll be there when you guys get plummeted intothe dirt like last year.” Kyle said as he remembered their last attempt ofsurviving nationals. Cartman was getting his ass beaten, and it really was thegreatest sight a person could as for.

The bus passed through a bumpy intersection and Kyleturned his head towards the window. They were approaching their school now, andKyle couldn’t wait to be in his bed. Sleeping past noon was going to be such areliever. 

Cartman grabbed the yellow backpack to his side and shoved his helmetin.

“Took us long enough to get home.” Cartman spoke underhis breath and Kyle flinched as his phone buzzed in his pants.

TakingKenny home. Sorry to ask this but would you mind finding another ride? Xoxo –Butters

“Fuck me.” Kyle groaned as his head hit the back ofthe seat. Cartman turned towards him and chuckled.

“We could arrange that Jew but first I need details.”

Kyle didn’t question the intent of those words but hewas sure Cartman brought the shitty truck he was loaning from…someone. Kyle didn’t get much out ofthat besides Cartman not having a ride to just getting one the next day. He’dprobably never know.

“Would you mind taking me home? Butters bailed.”

“Of course,he did.” Cartman said as his eyes trailed to where the two blondes weresitting. “Why fuck over one when there’s two?

“C’mon, just forget about it.” Kyle found his bag andslung it over his shoulder, trombone in hand. “Can you take me or not?”

“I don’t have a problem with it but you’re going tohave to go through the Taco Bell drive-thru with me.”

Kyle checked his phone and saw it was past halfmidnight. “Dude, seriously?”

“I’m seriously, Kyle, and you’re either going toaccept I need my nightly dosage of Baja Breeze or step the fuck off.”

“Fine, whatever, just as long as you get me home.”Kyle said as the bus pulled into the parking lot and as people got off. 

The twoboys started walking over towards Cartman’s truck and Kyle started shivering.It was too cold outside for this. He tried crossing his arms over his chest,why wasn’t it this cold at the stadium?

“What’s the issue? You look like you’re freezing yourballs off.” Cartman laughed as Kyle punched his arm.

“Shut the fuck up, Cartman. You have a uniformand a jacket on over it.”

“Oh, so the jacket’s what you’re whining about. Well,here, just take it, since you’re crying over it.” 

Cartman passed the jacketover to a frostbitten Kyle, who was surprised at Cartman’s act of kindness butsaid nothing. He took it and covered himself, even pulling the hood over hishead.

“My truck has a heater, so you’ll only need it forlike, a minute.” Cartman said and Kyle just groaned.

“Whatever. If we have to go through Taco Bell theleast you could do is let me hold onto this.”

“You’re so greedy.” Cartman said. His eyes went up anddown Kyle in a pleased fashion. “I didn’t realize just how big-boned I wasuntil I see you being devoured by my jacket.”

“Big-boned? We’re still debating on that?” Kyle smiledand Cartman flipped him off.

“That’s it – I was thinking about getting those donutthings for us to share but I changed my mind, go suck your own balls.”

Kyle zipped up the jacket and shrugged. “It wouldn’tbe as fun if you made me do it by myself.”

Cartman stuttered and didn’t say anything to that asthey got in the truck. Kyle ended up keeping the jacket for another week.

You know, just in case he needed it.

[punkscowardschampions]

Janis & Grace

Janis: I'm coming back Janis: like, I'm en-route now Janis: so you can tell the parentals or whatever Grace: okay Grace: fine Janis: 👍 Janis: tah Grace: sure Grace: literally don't mention it Janis: alright Janis: forget I was even here, like Grace: ugh that means I don't wanna talk to you Grace: you can stop now Janis: Charming Janis: not asking for fanfare, or a shit banner, don't worry Grace: 🙄🙄🙄 Janis: if you don't wanna talk, you can shut the emoji keyboard and all Grace: whatever Grace: so sorry I'm busy being your PA rn Janis: how hard is it Janis: I did it in three Janis: even you can do it in under 10 Grace: I'm actually home so no, I can't Janis: well that's on you for being there and them for being annoying Grace: just leave me alone Janis: fucking hell, fine Janis: make your mind up Grace: I have & so have you Janis: what are you chatting about Grace: I called you SO MANY times Grace: until I literally couldn't cos Iggy said I had to call dad Janis: I weren't looking at my phone Janis: you know I can look after myself Grace: Duh Grace: but like you said, how hard is it, babes? Grace: like, 1 text you know Janis: Defeats the point of fucking off if you're gonna make a song and dance about it Janis: you wanna be my keeper or don't you Grace: I wanna know you're not fucking dead in a ditch Janis: You do now Grace: yeah thanks Janis: Look, I don't have to tell you my every move Janis: when do we text Grace: idk what you think I can say to that Janis: I'm just saying, you didn't need to freak out Janis: no need Grace: how dare you Janis: what Janis: I'm trying to save you the hassle it clearly is Grace: literally spare me this convo Grace: you're not this stupid Janis: Whatever then Janis: this is bollocks Grace: yeah exactly Janis: no, you Janis: don't pretend to give a fuck just 'cos mum and dad are getting on your nerves Grace: mhmm that's what this is Janis: yeah Janis: easier faking it when I ain't about Grace: I was totally crying so hard that I threw up cos I was worried about mum and dad giving me a lecture Janis: don't start Grace: I told you, leave me alone Janis: don't try and guilt trip me Janis: I'm literally on my way, can't do fuck all else Grace: don't tell me I'm pretending to care Grace: or pretend that you're coming home Janis: What's the point Grace: again idk what I'm meant to say to that Janis: Exactly Janis: I don't have to step over the threshold for it to fucking count Grace: you don't want to Grace: you literally could care less about me Janis: behave Janis: you don't wanna talk to me, we're hardly gonna hug it out Grace: like you're SO !!!! to talk to me Janis: I started this convo Grace: to get me to get mum and dad to be less extra Janis: yeah 'cos give a shit about them Janis: they're chewing your ear off, not mine Janis: so either way, I'd be doing you a favour Grace: wow Grace: thanks so much Grace: you obvs don't care about anyone but him so Janis: Oh yeah, cheers for spreading that about Grace: you've done that yourself, babes Janis: You don't know why I left, you never have, so don't be chatting shit Grace: excuse you, I haven't said anything to anyone Janis: he showed me the texts so you have Grace: that doesn't even count Grace: I didn't say anything he doesn't know Janis: clearly does to me Janis: as he's the only cunt I care about Janis: you didn't have to do that Grace: yeah well I was drunk & thought you'd gone forever Grace: sorry, okay Janis: you didn't know what you were talking about Janis: whatever, sorted now regardless Grace: duh Grace: I said he better get you back, you're back Grace: we know the boy can listen Janis: yeah, he just did it 'cos he's well scared of you Grace: I didn't threaten him, I'm not you Janis: ehh Janis: debatable Grace: oh please Janis: weren't exactly miss sweetness and light but alright Grace: he didn't deserve me at my sweetest or lightest thank you Janis: I told you, you got it wrong Janis: it weren't like that at all so Grace: she got it wrong, not me Janis: yeah Janis: he didn't fuck her though Grace: obvs! why would he? Grace: she knows nothing about camera angles and that's literally what she was there for, she probably gets her sex position tips from Cosmo Janis: probably Janis: clearly got community service for stalking anyway Grace: someone totally attacked her for whoring all over their man & then it was a whole thing™ Grace: like nobody wants to hook up with you if you're that tragic & so white you're basically see through, sorry about it Janis: Fair, Asia gets through 'em pretty well Janis: don't be catty, like Grace: cos she doesn't get her sex tips from Cosmo like a grandma duh Grace: & anyway he's like totally into you, boys aren't totally into Asia Grace: not the ones she picks Janis: hadn't escaped my notice Janis: cries as much as you Grace: RUDE Grace: I wouldn't cry over a boy that cringe Janis: 👌 Janis: least you have something in common Grace: OMG don't even Janis: you're mates, you're meant to Janis: or would you rather be like blondie and Mia Grace: 🙄🙄 Grace: that's not how you mean it Grace: I'm not THAT stupid, hun Janis: didn't say you were Grace: copy & paste it from literally any other convo from the last decade Grace: whatever Janis: you're well paranoid Janis: so, she got a new one yet or what Grace: idk I've been totally preoccupied wondering if you were still alive Janis: 👎 boring Grace: stop doing it to me then Janis: it's as much about you as it is him Grace: it doesn't have to be about me to effect me Janis: soz Janis: why would I help you, yeah Grace: if you ever did it'd be an event Grace: & I'm not dressed for one so Grace: 🤷 Janis: 🙄🙄 Janis: it ain't gonna happen so don't plan an outfit on my behalf Grace: 💔 obvs but I won't Janis: Good stuff Grace: 👌👌 bye Janis: you gonna say sorry Grace: no Janis: 💔 rude Janis: shouldn't call people names, Gracie Grace: you shouldn't run away from your problems, babes Grace: but like here we are Janis: What's your plan, going well? Grace: Why would I EVER tell you anything I'm thinking? Janis: Yeah, have to be thinking something first Janis: I get it Grace: sure Janis: 👋 then Asia Grace: don't Janis: 😏 Grace: I have no energy to be upset any more Grace: so just stop Janis: Then try a smile Janis: there's nothing to be upset about Grace: not for you Grace: & what are you an old man on a bus? telling people to smile is so gross Janis: It's old Janis: you're bored, we all are Janis: switch it up Grace: go away Janis: stop being boring Grace: literally what do you care Grace: annoy your boyfriend Janis: who knows Janis: might stick around if you weren't Grace: that's not funny Janis: it is though Grace: you really scared me Janis: stop worrying about me, jesus Grace: Oh my god, do you think I wouldn't just stop if that was a thing I could do?! Janis: it is Janis: ask me how much I think about you Janis: you don't need to, you told me, I don't Grace: again, I'm not you Janis: try harder Grace: I hate you Janis: 👍 Janis: there we go Grace: next time I hope you don't come back Janis: 🤞 eh Grace: yeah Janis: be back for dinner then Janis: get da to make my favourite Grace: he'd have to know what it is first Janis: yeah Janis: pretty shit ain't he Janis: sad times Grace: like I said, my energy's dipped too low for this Janis: best go lick a stamp Janis: perk you right up, Ells Grace: that's not a comparison anyone's making Grace: but thanks anyway Janis: should be Grace: maybe but mistaken identity never Janis: no shit Janis: no one's mistaking you for kate moss either but you understand what I meant Grace: totally Janis: thank fuck Grace: any more shade you wanna throw or can I go? Janis: huh? Grace: like can that be it now or? Janis: I don't give a fuck, babe Grace: cool Grace: such a fun catch up Janis: not at all Janis: go back to crying and vomming though Janis: sounds like a blast Grace: obvs Janis: oh, and don't ever try and stick up for me again, also obvs Grace: 👌👌 Janis: state Grace: I won't speak to him again, it's fine Janis: good Grace: 💜 Janis: ugh Janis: fuck off Grace: [does]