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ferg0s · 3 months ago

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Hi? Hello! Hear me out on this Aomine fic....Just a thought that's been bugging my mind lately.

Police Officer!Aomine who's the ace of the Police department— arrests a member of a notorious mafia organization (reader) who is actually a secret FBI Agent going undercover in the Mafia to take down the whole organization. It'd just be fun, you can choose not to write it or take the request. Option is all yours! 🥹🫶

I didn’t read the member of a notorious mafia part ��🏽‍♀️

“Better luck next time, sweetheart,” he chuckled as he clicks the cuffs in place. You try to struggle, but it’s useless when your hands are behind your back and your bend over on the hood of an undercover police car. You should have known - the other girls told you this was a hot spot for cops, undercover and in uniform. But you had finally gotten a lead - and you knew that he liked to frequent this block. The lead to the head hanchos behind Tokyos biggest cocaine smugglers. The Yakuza.

“Listen - you need to let me-“ “Save it, sweetheart. Cry all you want in the holding cell-“ he said, grabbed the chain linking your cuffs together and yanking you up. Your wrists burned from the metal digging into your skin and to your bones. You wanted to cuss him out, scream and kick him. You hated the TPD, Tokyo Police Department, they seemed to have the most inflated ego out of any department you had the displeasure of meeting.

Maybe going undercover as a prostitue wasn’t the brightest of ideas, especially since the TPD had announced they would be cracking down on that stuff in the red light district. But this was your only way to potentially getting close to the Yakuza. Usually you were pretty good at identifying cops, having worked next to them for a while now - smug, a little jittery and eager to get you in. Usually people would try to smooth talk you into getting in their car - to which they got pepper sprayed and arrested for soliciting, your buddies coming in and arresting them and you going back to the streets if they were the wrong person. But him? Smooth talker. The way he carried himself - you trusted your gut a majority of the time, and it had never let you down, until now it seemed.

“Listen to me-“ you try to wiggle out of his grip. But the heels you wore gave you little to no stability. “I’m Dec-“ “You’re a talker, huh?” He said as he opened the back of his car, wasting no time in shoving you into it. You land on the leather seats with a thump - groaning at the pain. You try to sit up as he walks around and sits in the drivers seat. Once fully positioned up, you waste no time.

“IMDETECTIVE(L/N)WITHTHEKYOTODEPARTMENT-“ you yell at him through the metal bars of the cop car. He chuckles, turning back to you. “And I’m Micheal Jackson - funny how that works huh?”

He had seen his fair share of excuses - but this was new.

“Call your chief and ask him about me-“ you groan.

He wanted to humour you, embarrass you for being to adamant on a lie - but the earful he got from his chief had him uncuffing you in no time. “Sorry-“ he said, but you would tell he wasn’t. “Stupid of you to get into a cop car-“ he scoffed, taking off your cuffs and putting them back in his pocket. You rub your wrists as you look at him. “You’re a damn good undercover cop-“ you mumble. He grips his steering wheel and taps his fingers against it. He looked over at you, noticing your outfit. The skimpy short skirt, the mesh top with the Neon bra poking through. The messy and ripped fish nets with the platform hells. The messy makeup and hair added onto it. You looked like the girls that would do it for a pack of coke, so he had to give you credit for believability.

“So… what now?” He asked.

“Find a donut shop and leave me the fuck alone-“ you groan, fixing your hair and opening the door, making sure to slam the door as hard as you can when you left.

He knew he couldn’t just leave. The Kyoto Department had been hunting the Yakuza for got knows how long, they were often clowned on the fact that it seemed like they were chasing ghosts. But their operations tended to be small busts of local money laundering schemes and gambling rings. He knew this was something bigger - something more classified. He had been patrolling the streets for a week now, mostly busting illegal escorts and drunk men. He needed something more… he knew the department already saw him as an A-1 Cop, but a bust like this would have his name going down in history…

“Oi-“

You turn your heard at the sound of a whistle. It had been a few days and you were still on the streets trying to look for a lead. So far no yakuza. And the only ones that did some around were low level thugs who were barely connected. Lackies.

You turn your head to the direction of the noise, eyes widening when you see the cop from days prior walking over to you. You were ready to confront him until you saw he was with something. A part of you wanted to drop the act and yell at him, but something in your gut told you to wait.

“Ain’t she a beauty?” He scoffed to the other man as they approached you. They both stood infront of you, the cop from before putting his arms over your shoulder and pulling you in. “I’m telling you- she’s into that weird stuff.” He told the other man. You looked over at the other man, feeling his eyes strip you naked as he looked at you. “You always did have a type-“ the man scoffed.

Was that an insult or compliment?

“Whatdaya say?” The cop asked. “You think Haizaki would like her?”

Haizaki. The man you were looking for. The man you’d been prowling the streets in search of for over 3 weeks now…

You notice the cop glance at you, a stumble indicatation that he was on your side. You straighten up. “This will cost you - you know,” you coo, leaning more into the cop. “Don’t you worry your pretty little head about that,” the cop cooed back as he pulled you in closer, staring at you. You swore you felt his hand graze over your ass. The cop turned back to the guy. “Cmon - first rounds on me-“

“I dunno-“ “Still nervous as ever, huh? What? Scared your oni-chan will get mad at you-“ the cop teased. “He’s not - whatever. Fine.” The other man sighed. He rubbed his hand over his face and turned away, as if contemplating the thought. “Fine - he’s been in a bad mood anyways. With the fed-“ he cut himself off. “With everything going on. He could use some stress relief, beats talking it out on me.”

“Perfect,” the cop next to you smiled.

“But if anything happens it’s all on you, Daiki!”

Daiki. At least you had a name to the face now.

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Part 2?

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hold-fast-and-rise · 15 days ago

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Understanding Your Jeep Wrangler's Suspension System

The suspension system is a crucial component of your Jeep Wrangler, responsible for providing a smooth ride, handling, and stability. It absorbs shocks and vibrations from the road, ensuring a comfortable driving experience.

Key Components:

* Shock Absorbers: Dampen the oscillations of the suspension system, preventing excessive bouncing.

* Springs: Store and release energy to absorb shocks.

* Control Arms: Connect the wheels to the chassis, providing lateral stability.

* Sway Bars: Reduce body roll during cornering.

* Tie Rods: Connect the steering wheel to the front wheels.

* Drag Link: Connects the steering gear to the tie rod.

* Pitman Arm: Connects the steering gear to the drag link.

* Track Bar: Helps maintain vehicle alignment and prevents excessive wheel movement.

How it Works:

When you drive over a bump, the suspension system absorbs the impact. The springs compress, storing energy, while the shock absorbers dampen the movement. The control arms and sway bars work together to maintain vehicle stability and prevent excessive body roll.

Importance of Maintenance:

Regular maintenance is essential for the proper functioning of your Jeep Wrangler's suspension system. This includes:

* Inspecting components: Check for signs of wear, damage, or leaks.

* Replacing worn parts: Replace parts as needed to ensure optimal performance.

* Wheel alignment: Maintain proper wheel alignment for better handling and tire life.

By understanding the components and functions of your Jeep Wrangler's suspension system, you can better appreciate its importance and take steps to ensure its proper maintenance.

#jeep #wrangler #suspension #knowledge

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mermaidsirennikita · 6 months ago

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I feel I should say I’m one of those people who read Wuthering Heights as a full-grown adult and was like, “How in the hell is this romantic? Cathy married someone else to get away from Heathcliff, and then her murderous ghost kills him for what he did to her children.”

To only focus on young Cathy and Heathcliff’s doomed romance is to seriously miss the point of the book.

I don't think the novel was ever intended to be romantic (... in a conventional sense), but it has a very compelling romantic relationship between two people that influenced later straightforward fictional love stories, which is why it is what it is today.

However, I will disagree on the take on Cathy's motives for marrying Linton. She doesn't marry Linton to escape Heathcliff; she marries Linton to go TO a level of status that she does not currently have. She does love Linton, in her way, and appreciates the gentleness and stability her offers.

However, Cathy does not present Heathcliff as someone she "will not" marry when explaining her mindset to Nelly. She presents him as someone she CANNOT marry because he's too "low" for her. At this point, he doesn't have the wealth he'll have when he comes back, and I would also say: Heathcliff is NOT the degree of fucked up that he is when he returns. He's super abused and angry... but he's a teenager. He doesn't have shit. He's not angry at Cathy the way he is when he returns, because though he knows she's heading towards something with Linton and is acting differently, she has not married Linton YET. He's possessive of her, but the relationship is not in the place that it is in when he returns from his mysterious absence.

If Heathcliff was not low, Cathy would quite possibly (probably?) marry him. Her big speech is telling Nelly that she loves both men, but her "pretty" love for Linton will fade. Her love for Heathcliff is an "ugly" love, but it is enduring and will always endure. Cathy doesn't see him as something to run from as a person; she sees him as an extension of herself. Catherine and Heathcliff, especially Catherine because she dies so young, lack separate identities. They are basically one person growing up—and in fact, at points Catherine is the worse one, as she takes part, as a child, in the abuse of Heathcliff before growing to love him. (I mean, she's a child motivated in part by jealousy... but still.) She's also manipulative , abusive to Nelly (the "help"), and basically puts on a good face to Edgar Linton that disguises how fucked up she actually is.

Catherine Earnshaw is essentially denying her actual self (not necessarily her best self, but who she is at her core) when she marries Linton. She is turning her back on whatever identity she has, however fractured and enmeshed with Heathcliff's it may be.

Catherine has become somewhat tamed when Heathcliff returns, and she's fully aware of how bad his behavior is (see: Isabella Linton). But that doesn't mean she doesn't want him around. She wants him and Linton to settle their conflict, she wants him to be "her" Heathcliff again (versus who he is when he returns successful and even more embittered) and it reads as very "have my cake and eat it too". Which is consistent with the selfishness that seems inherent to her even in childhood.

She wants her marriage to Linton. She also wants Heathcliff to settle down (emotionally speaking... not with another woman lol) so that she doesn't have to worry about their conflict anymore and clearly has much more passion for Heathcliff. Her death is linked in part to that passion; she's mentally ill, she's stressed about Linton barring her from Heathcliff, she's not eating and isolating herself, all while pregnant. She declares her love for him right before she dies and basically gives him shit for like... not at the same time... because she can't handle the idea of him being alive when she's not. She basically screams at him to stay with her when he's about to dip because Linton is returning from his errand (while Nelly sits there like OH FUCK OH FUCK OH FUCK as her super pregnant and super dying mistress like... basically makes out with Heathcliff.... and her husband is heading up the stairs about to burst into the room....).

And Heathcliff in turn wastes away (maybe self-starvation?) because he wants to be with Cathy's ghost. The description of his corpse indicates that he looks happy to die and be with Cathy. I don't think her ghost killed him by any means—but if she did, it was exactly what both of them wanted. Eternity together in death.

I mean, who knows what Catherine Earnshaw would've bene like as a mom to Cathy II. But I kind of highly doubt she would've been a good one. As soon as Heathcliff was back on the scene, she started denying her husband and obsessing over him, and if she'd made it past the birth, I don't think that would've changed at all. Catherine is, from jump, a shitty person, and I feel that her ability to be shitty and passionate and very much a partial architect of her own destruction (mutually with Heathcliff, and she in turn his a mutual architect of his downfall like, she and Heathcliff are essentially planning their long game suicide pact in their last scene together lol... and it's Heathcliff's bitterness and determination for vengeance that keeps him dying sooner, versus a lack of desire to be dead with Cathy) is what makes Catherine such a fabulous character.

Heathcliff is a horrible person, but Catherine isn't THAT much better, and she does not seem to truly WANT to be that much better when we take away what she thinks she should be.

#wuthering heights

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wheelsgoroundincircles · 1 year ago

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1955 Chevrolet 210

TECH CHECK Owner: Eric Mead, Evansville, Indiana Vehicle: ’55 Chevrolet 210

Engine Type: BluePrint Engines Chevrolet LS3 Displacement: 376 ci Compression Ratio: 10.7:1 Bore: 4.070 inches Stroke: 3.622 inches Cylinder Heads: BluePrint Engines aluminum Camshaft: BluePrint Engines hydraulic roller (0.612/0.585-inch lift, 225/238 deg. duration) Ignition: E38 Engine PCM Assembly: BluePrint Engines Exhaust: Church Boys Racing by Stainless Works 1-7/8-inch primaries to 3-inch collector and 2.5-inch stainless pipes bent by Dave Favor’s Performance Exhaust, MagnaFlow Mufflers Ancillaries: Holley mid-mount accessory drive, PRC radiator and core support, SPAL Fans Output: 530 hp at 6,100 rpm, 508 lb-ft at 5,200 rpm

Drivetrain Transmission: ’99 GM 4L80E Automatic with TransGo valvebody kit prepared by Wathen’s Transmission (Owensboro, KY) Torque Converter: FTI Billet 3,200 stall Driveshaft: Driveline Plus Rear Axle: Strange Engineering 9-inch with Truetrac differential, 3.70 gears, 35-spline axles

Chassis Chassis: Roadster Shop SPEC Front Suspension: Strange single-adjustable coilovers, stabilizer bar Rear Suspension: Strange single-adjustable coilovers, parallel four-link, Panhard bar Brakes: Baer four-wheel disc, 12-inch front rotors with four-piston calipers, 11-inch rear rotors with four-piston calipers, Baer Remaster master cylinder

Wheels & Tires Wheels: Bogart Racing Wheels D-5; 17×4.5 front with 2.25-inch backspace, 15×10 rear with 5.5-inch backspace Tires: Mickey Thompson Sportsman S/R front, 26×6.00R17; Mickey Thompson ET Street S/S rear, 295/55R15

Interior Upholstery: Holtsclaw Custom Upholstery (Francisco, IN) Carpet: Cars Inc. black loop carpet Seats: Original bench seat with black-and-white vinyl Delray pattern Steering: Summit steering column with Eddie Motorsports steering wheel Shifter: Lokar Dash: Original Instrumentation: Dakota Digital VHX HVAC: Vintage Air Wiring: American Autowire by Andy’s Hot Rod Shop (Mulkeytown, IL)

Exterior Bodywork and Paint: Reisinger Custom Rebuilding (Evansville, IN) and Andy’s Hot Rod Shop Paint: Sateen Silver/white by James Smith of Road Runner Restorations (Johnston City, IL) Hood: Stock Grille: Danchuk Bumpers: Danchuk Glass: Auto City Classics Fuel Tank: 15.5-gallon Tanks Inc. galvanized powedercoated silver

#Chevrolet 210 #chevrolet #car #cars #street rod

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cripplecharacters · 8 months ago

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Hello. I have a character (a couple, actually) who has an fictional, congenital physical disability. The closest-real world disability I might compare it to is EDS possibly? Her knees when they are "straight" are 15-20 degrees past 180 (what a normal straight leg would be), and her ankles and feet are malformed. Her ankles seem "swollen" and her feet are very small and squished. This of course causes her trouble walking, frequent dislocations and other injuries, balance issues, and chronic pain.

Also caused by the same fictional illness but can be given a name are moderate to severe arthritis from birth, autism (MSN/lv 2), apraxia, and (because of her disability she was treated poorly) PTSD.

So with that backstory, my question is what kind of mobility aides would be helpful for her? I've thought about a 3-base cane for stability and all that good stuff, but would forearm crutches or something else be more beneficial? I've also thought about rubber grips on cups/cutlery. What other things could I look into?

The other character with this disability has a similar build to her legs (though possibly more severe, instead of just her knees being hypermobile the joint is not formed very connectively) and is missing her ring and pinky fingers and 3 small toes on each foot, which causes her chronic pain and of course mobility issues. I figure her situation is pretty similar but in case there is anything that would be specific to her I figured it'd be worth asking.

And one last side note, if there are any real-world disabilities that better fit the description of this condition, I'd definitely be interested in looking into them for further research so please let me know.

Hello!

I definitely agree that Ehlers Danlos Syndrome (EDS) would be the closest real-world match for what you're describing. For that, I'd suggest looking at some of the mobility aids used by people with EDS.

We've made a few posts contrasting the different mobility aids out there (You can take a look through the #mobility aids tag to check some of them out!), which can be helpful for some general information on mobility aids and the advantages/disadvantages of each individual option.

For your character specifically, it sounds like they would need more support than a cane can offer. While a cane can help with balance issues, it likely wouldn't offer much support for the frequent dislocations and chronic pain described.

From the sound of it, forearm crutches would be the best option if you're looking for mobility aids with a similar style to a cane. They're more weight-bearing than a cane is and would provide more support for her in her day-to-day life. That being said, if she frequently has trouble walking long periods of time, a wheelchair or rollator may be better suited to her needs.

Aside from mobility aids, other tools that may be useful for her can include orthotics, braces, compression devices, etc.

Orthotics are shoe inserts that help provide support for parts of the feet that take the brunt of it when walking. They can be especially helpful for your character because of her "malformed" feet and ankles as they can help keep them aligned when walking. This article [Link] talks a bit about the benefits of orthotics and explains them better than I'm currently able to.

Braces can help to prevent dislocations and just generally offer some support for her joints. They can also have a beneficial effect on her swelling but compression socks may be better suited for that specifically.

Compression devices (Specifically compression socks for her) would be able to help reduce the swelling of her ankles as well as decrease the pain from her ankles and feet in general. If she also has poor circulation, these can be beneficial in that way too.

Another aid that could be helpful for her would be grab bars, especially in the shower and by the toilet. Grab bars are generally very helpful for people who have poor balance or general weakness/instability in their legs. I cannot count the amount of times that grab bars have saved me from faceplanting in the shower (Including this morning😅).

If she struggles with her fine motor skills, rubber grips for utensils can definitely be helpful or even just utensils with thicker or rounded handles in general. Because of my own problems with grip strength and fine motor skills, I typically use the Ikea plastic utensils when I'm eating because the slight roundness to them makes them easier to hold. (There's also the added benefit of not making a terrible metal-on-floors sound when I inevitably drop them but that's unrelated)

Though you didn't specify how her autism affects her, noise cancelling headphones or ear protection in general can be helpful for any sensory aspects, along with sunglasses, blackout blinds, and/or a weighted blanket.

For the second character you mentioned, holding a cane may be especially difficult for them due to their missing fingers. When you use a cane with your full hand, most of the pressure is being sent through the wrist and goes up your arm. Using it without the use of the ring finger and pinkie means that the pressure is going straight to the wrist. Though it may be possible for short periods of time, it would likely cause issues with their wrist, shoulder, and arm in general if they use it long-term. Because of this, a rollator may be more effective for them -- especially since it's more weight bearing and supportive than a cane is -- or a wheelchair, depending on their needs.

The other supports mentioned for your first character (Orthotics, braces, grab bars, etc.) may all be beneficial for your second character, potentially more-so if their condition is more severe.

Although I can't think of any other real-world conditions that would parallel what you've described, the community here may be able to suggest some!

Cheers,

~ Mod Icarus

#mod icarus #anonymous #ehlers danlos syndrome representation #mobility disabilities #autism representation #writing mobility aids #mobility aids #canes #rollators #wheelchairs #crutches

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trancylovecraft · 11 months ago

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(AOEX) The Blood Of An Unwilling Covenant

PART 3 OF 8: Astaroth

(Yandere Platonic Demon Kings (Ba'al) x Reader)

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Her hands gripped around the cold metal bars, The nipping of the night's air reflecting in the brisk chill coming from them.

A half-crescent was placed high in the sky, The moonstruck light reflecting in the ebony skies along with the sparks of the stars gleaming like spilled glitter. It was a beautiful night, One you could stare at for hours upon from your bedroom window while you fell into the depths of Hypnos's hold.

But he didn't have a grasp on [F/N] tonight, Instead she was wide awake to view his mother in all her glory. The song of the wind travelled through the outskirts of the town she stood in, Symphonic in nature as it played through her hair.

[F/N] stood grasping the corroding bars of the towns cemetery, One of it's kind and a rarity for Japan as the majority of the dead decided to be cremated. She was lucky it was in walking distance from the youth centre.

It had been about a year since the incident with Umaimon or whatever his name was, Only becoming a funny story to tell while mingling. She hadn't thought about it in ages however, Less than a C plot to her current arc.

Her eyes peered through the bar gaps, Pushing her face right in between as irises searched the perimeter for any kind of staff attending to the tombstones, Or whatever they did, [F/N] didn't know.

But she did know that there wasn't anyone in her sight, No matter how far she squeezed her face in between the gate bars or how much she listened out for any footsteps. Made sense, These places always tended to be understaffed.

She'd been staking this place out for nights now. Just like clockwork she would slip through the cracks of her old window, Always after making sure that the makeshift dummy of pillows and blankets was fastened in place.

[F/N] hadn't been allowed out for ages now, Serves her right for sneaking out so often and getting into trouble she supposed. But it was cruel not to let her come here, Not to let her speak her sorrows.

This was where Tetsuya was buried after all.

[F/N] stuffed her hand into her basil-coloured hoodie, The darkest shade she had to hide her in mother nights shawl as she pulled out a branded flashlight.

It was a childish design, Really. It was trademarked by scooby-doo, An American cartoon she and Tetsuya use to watch on the daily. It was designed like that old van the gang drove around in, Blue with green flames and the occasional orange flower to break it up.

It was also a flashlight that use to belong to Tetsuya, A fact that she smiled at, Admiring the chipping paint only for a moment before she flicked it on.

The light fluttered. [F/N] had to shake it to stabilize the rays as it finally shone against the bars in front of her.

It finally illuminated the grounds hidden behind the gate. Though the moon was luminescent it only helped to see the shapes of gravestones and flowers within the dark, The shadows consuming everything else leaving it difficult to see.

Though with the flashlight she could now see the exposed engravings of the granite rocks. Whispers of the dead and their legacies inscribed onto the stone. A brother, A sister, A mother and a wife was what they were known as but they weren't anything she knew.

As usual, There was no guard to react to the spotlight. Incompetent staff, They wouldn't even be able to spot her freshly-teenage self climb over the gates of the grounds they were meant to protect.

A foothold in the first bar. [F/N] pushed herself up and was just tall enough to grasp onto the upper bar of the gate's design, Hanging from the metal digging in her palms. She was spry enough to pull herself up.

It was easy cake to lug herself to the top of the gate, Fling a leg over the side and hop down into the overgrown grass of the graveyard below. Feet hitting the dirt with a thump, Barely even ripping her old jeans in the process.

[F/N] didn't hesitate to start sprinting across the valley the graveyard sat in, Guarded by the thick brick walls and nothing else as she seen the security passed out in the booth. Slobber down his shirt and a cup of coffee gone cold on the desk.

She ran past gravestones filled with flowers in all colours. Peonies, Roses and Daffodils were only the few she could name as she passed by, Only seen by the spotlight. Names she didn't recognise, Dates she wasn't around for and family members that weren't hers.

She knew however when she saw the far off headstone, One surrounded by nothing but corrosion and empty pots that it was the one she was looking for.

Her run skittered to a halt, Almost tripping over her feet as she came to the end of the row she was in. The scooby-doo flashlight still held tightly in her hands, The spotlight it shone dusting over the engravings of the tombstone.

Tetsuya Toyama

20XX - 20XX

Beloved child. Forever in our hearts, Rest in peace.

[F/N] smiled as she read the engravings, Almost as bright as the spotlight shining on them. Her body lowered, Knees bending as she crouched in front of the tombstone belonging to her late friend.

"Hey, Tetsu'.. Haven't been around much, I'm sorry about that but Mrs. Ono hasn't been letting me out. You know how she is.." [F/N] giggled lightly as she flicked the flashlight off, Stuffing it back into the front pocket of her hoodie.

She didn't get a response as she sat back onto the dry grass of the grave, Sitting directly in front of the soil where he was buried. She curled up into a ball, Arms hugging her knees as she let the silence sink in with the wind.

[F/N] sighed, Clicking her tongue.

"It's been so long since you've left me.. Ya know? Even though has been so long you're still my friend, My only friend.. Since the other kids think I'm delusional" [F/N] laughed lightly, Though it sounded strained in her throat as her smile started to die.

Her hand reached out, The very tips of her fingers dusting the surface of his headstone. The ice cold stone seeping into her skin like a sponge, Flooding her pores with an algid frost overtaking her body heat.

Her thumb brushed over his name, Lining the letters.

"I know I'm not crazy.. You know I'm not crazy, Don't you Tetsu'..? It was a demon that did this to you, It was a demon that took you away.. I know it's not a bear or a boar or a.." [F/N] trailed off as her thumb brushed along the words, Reaching his second name of Toyama.

She hummed.

"But to be fair.. I didn't even know you had a last name until you were dead." [F/N] muttered, Fixated on that one little last name and every syllable it held. "I don't even remember my own, To be honest with you.."

Her hand dropped from the headstone, Falling to her side as she sat in the silence of the wind. Her hands snaked themselves over to the opposite elbows, Hugging her hoodie closer to her body.

She sniffled, But it wasn't from the cold.

"I don't know a lot of things.. How to multiply fractions in school or.. Or I don't know what I want to do when I'm older. I don't know how you can make money or make new friends.." [F/N] trailed off, Shaking her head as a lump formed in the apex of her throat.

She stared at the gravestone, And as she read the name once more she hugged herself just a little tighter.

"..And I don't know how I'm ever gonna go on without you, Tetsuya. I want to avenge you, Tetsuya, I just.. I just.. I just don't know how.." [F/N] choked out through a salesman smile, Holding it up the best she could as her vision started to blur.

"Y-You were always the headstrong one.. You were always the one to find a solution first. You were never a crybaby like me, You always knew what to do so.. Please.. Just tell me.." [F/N] pleaded softly, Hands running down to the ungrown soil and gripping it tightly.

But yet again, She got not a single response from the coffin of her dearest friend.

[F/N] sniffled, Gripping the soil tighter. She knew she was never going to get a response, She knew there was no reply to her prayers or her pleads. There was never going to be one from him, Even if there was she didn't know what it would ever be.

"T-Tell me.." But she asked anyways. Body descending to the fresh soil of the grave, Cheek laying against the coursed soil as she rested in front of the grave. A makeshift bed for one, Yet knowing very well the second was lying just underneath beside her.

[F/N] shut her stinging eyes, The light red of them closing on the moonshine of the soil. She was so tired, So very tired.

What the counsellors, The staff and the psychiatrists didn't know was that the reason she kept leaving the youth centre was that she was searching for evidence. Every day she'd run off into the woods where he was killed, Retracing her steps and finding the exact spot.

For hours she would think of possible deaths, Angles and ways he could of died. Especially where the culprit would scamper off, Not to mention the search for the evidence of demons existence.

It was the only thing she did with her time nowadays, Nothing else.

The cigarettes she smoked were really the only fun she had left. She had grown to known it was bad but the way they tasted and the addiction was just so.. Enthralling to her. Even when they were kids and they pretended lollipop sticks had smoke raising high, She had liked them.

Tetsuya always thought they were cool, And she thought he was cool.

[F/N] loved him, She truly did. That old saying, The blood of the covenant was thicker than the water of the womb. It really did hold some weight, After all, She was lying next to the evidence.

He was her best friend, Her brother. In life or in death they were partners. Nothing would ever denounce that.

She just wished she had more time to tell him that.

"I-I'm sorry.. I was always the one holding you down.. I-If I wasn't such a coward then maybe I would of been there to save you.. I'm sorry, Tetsuya.." [F/N] sobbed quietly, Whispering the words to the cracked stone of the grave like the sweet nothings of a lost lover.

And most of all, She wished she passed over with him. Maybe then neither of them would need to be alone, Neither would have to go on without the other.

CLASH!

[F/N] jolted up from the silt of his grave, Cheek smeared in dry dirt as she craned up at the sudden sound.

Could it be the groundskeeper? Last she saw he was knocked out so deep that his drool dribbled all over his polo, Coffee so cold that it seemed iced and untouched for hours so did she really have such bad timing for him to wake up now?

Her hands lunged to the top of the gravestone, Peering over the edge of it. The sound had came a bit away from behind it, It sounded like something heavy slamming into the side of a large object.

Her eyes scanned back and forth like a hawk, Alert and attentive as she searched for whatever could of made the noise. [F/N] gulped, Hopefully it was just the deadbeat stoners coming out after a hit and not the groundskeeper.

[F/N] really couldn't afford the trouble.

There wasn't anything to be seen apart from the faraway mist surfing around the valley, Only illuminated by the tranquillity of the moonlight and obscured only slightly by the rows of shadowed gravestones.

[F/N] looked side to side once more. There was nothing in sight, Not person nor predator to be found within her vision. It was completely empty, All alone under the watchful eye of the moon.

[F/N] sighed, Breath dusting the air.

She lowered herself down from behind Tetsuya's gravestone, Knees resting on the dirt as relief washed over her like a rising flood.

Though that relief was drowned out by a taloned hand yanking her up by the scruff of her hood.

"AAH!" [F/N] screamed out into the night's air as suddenly her feet connected with nothing, Raised at least a few feet from the ground as the only thing holding her up was the sturdiness of her hoodie. Front fabric digging into her neck and choking her like a noose.

The hand shook her around, Body swinging back and forth as her screams echoed out into the night. She flailed and flailed but nothing she did let her go from whoever was attacking her, Neck craning behind her to try and get a good look.

But she could smell him before she saw him, And all she could pick up was the stench of deathly rot.

"GREAT! I come all the way here to absolutely nowhere and all I get is some human brat spying on me?!" The man wretched. His voice sounded like his vocal chords had decayed from his throat, Rotten and foul.

[F/N] couldn't hear him over the volumes of her screams, Her own chords straining to their final string.

"Y-YOU'RE NOT THE GROUNDSKEEPER-!" [F/N] shrieked as she was roughly shaken about by the hood, Both brain and organs hitting the insides of her flesh making her want to throw up her dinner of chicken stew.

"Shut up, You squealing little bitch! Of course I'm not your 'groundskeeper' or whatever the hell you think I am." The man snapped, Unflinching at her soles of her feet slamming wildly into his midsection.

[F/N] cried out, Feeling the edges of his overgrown and assumedly grotty nails start to run down the back of her neck, Teasing the uninjured flesh. She flailed her head around, Screams turning into obscenities as she finally got a glimpse of the man.

Tall and and withering, That was what came to mind at the sight of him. He was dressed in a salaryman's suit yet the oversized folds of his jacket and trousers could never cover his decaying weight.

What should've been out was in and vice versa, Ribs jutting up from behind his wrinkled blouse and his stomach caved in from what could've been hunger atop disease. While she couldn't see his face she could only guess what maggot-infested skeleton would've been of his complexion.

She could almost hear his teeth grind, Pincer's snapping together.

"W-What do you want from me?! I don't want any trouble, I-I don't know why you're here but let me go and I promise I wont say about seeing you here! J-Jus' let me go home!" [F/N] wailed out as the kicks to his shins, That seemed to do absolutely nothing to deter him.

"Let you go? Let you go?!" The man scoffed, Spit flying from his throat before his eyes lit up. "Ah, I get it now. You must be with those wretched little exorcists aren't you?! Tell me, Now!" He hollered.

The clawed nails on her neck went in, Jagged overgrown corners puncturing into her neck ever so slightly more. [F/N] screamed almost imagining it, Blood starting to pool up from the incisions and trickling down like rain on a car window, She could only imagine.

"I-I don't know what you're talking about! I don't know!" [F/N] babbled out, Hysterics setting in as her voice reached a crescendo.

The nails jabbed in further, The carmine of her bloody pulp spurting up once more, Making her screech.

"Liar! You came here to take it, Didn't you?! You did! Tell me now and maybe I'll let you go with the majority of your limbs attached!" He bit. The claws puncturing her neck wrapping around her throat. Jerking her body to face him.

[F/N] gasped.

The mans face, The mans face was unable to be seen. Not the majority of it but from what she could see?

He was decaying.

Black and blue splotches were hidden behind an old paper bag covering his head, Holes ruptured to form a crooked frown and eye hollows. The splotches, Disgusting and just like the festering mould on expired bread. This time however, Covering his skin like red-hot pimples.

Bile rose in her throat, His sickly yellow eyes hidden within the shadows of the paper lunch bag he wore. [F/N] wanted to puke, The smell made so much more sense now. The one that reminded her of the squirrel carcasses often found on the roadside outside of the centre.

Sometimes days old, Scabbed with their cool blood and their black beady eyes listless. They were often mangled, Tiny little limbs dissected into their tendons and ligaments all across the road.

And as she looked at him, The image of the squirrels was the only thing that came to mind.

She swallowed back her burning puke, Though that only made her words all the more choked.

"P-PLEASE! I-I don't know what you're talking about, I really don't know what you're looking for-! I'm not with 'exorcists' or whatever I swear! I-I'm just here to visit a grave!" [F/N] bellowed, Dripping mucus coming down from her nose as she wept at his visage.

The pointed teeth in his maw bared into a hiss, The shadows of the bag only making the drips of saliva glinting from upon them. [F/N] shuddered, Unconsciously turtling into the warmth of her basil hue hoodie as she waited on baited breath.

And just like that it was over.

The hand around her neck tightened, Bringing her closer ever so much before launching her across the graveyard.

[F/N] screamed as the wind wept round her body, Flying back at impossible speeds for someone of his muscle rate before her back connected with the hard surface of the ground. [F/N] cried out, Something in her back cracking as she tumbled over on the grass.

She rolled onto her side, Vomit not being the only thing coming out as her lips were coated in a thick ichor. Her hands grasped clumps of the grass, Near tearing it out of the ground as she hung on for dear life. Vision spinning, World dizzy.

The cold air was so much much nipping as she heard the muffled stomps of angered footsteps approached her over the ringing in her ears. The back of her throat burned, The sepia retch splattered across the dry dirt being the cause.

The footsteps stopped, Fixed just behind her.

"Stupid little girl.." The man chided as his diseased eyes looked down at her pitiful form curled into a fetal position. His foot pressed into the dip of her back, Roughly pushing it forward and turning her onto her front as she retched at the movement.

Though as much as he looked at her like a dying rat, He did believe her. What a pitiful little thing like her would never be accepted as an exorcist, Even though they were rodents just like herself.

What he had came out here for, She obviously didn't have. An artefact the Illuminati had been tipped off to by one of their members, Said to just be lazing around in this nowhere graveyard.

What a waste of time.

"P-Please.." [F/N] choked out weakly, She had landed wrong at an odd angle and now she was paying the price. She had no idea who he was, Writhing around on the chilly grass as the moon watched over the scene as an avid spectator.

A junkie, A drunk, A psychopath or a felon. Any of those could've applied to him. She had just wanted to visit her dead friends grave, So what were the chances of this scenario happening?

What were the chances that he would let her go?

The man, Designated as The King of Rot, Astaroth raised his hand. The sheen of his dirty claws glistened in the pale moonlight, Fingers curling to take in the rev of the killing blow. He grinned, Slitting a rats neck was always so.. Satisfying.

His hand fell down, Falling down from the air at a velocity so fast it could cut glass. Her neck in sight, Exposed as she coughed up even more of the mixture of bile and blood.

Her eyes only caught the shimmer of the grime on the claws as they came at her neck. She opened her mouth, Spew dribbling out and she clenched her eyes shut to brace.

[F/N] screamed.

The excruciating agony of claws slitting a bloody ribbon on her neck, The tendons in her neck snapping like faulty guitar strings as her lifeblood spilled out into a punch. Juices shining in the abomidable night.

All of it together, It never came.

[F/N] waited a second, Shaking as she held her knees close to her chest before she widened her lids.

Head still laying against the valley's grass, Eyes opening to see the close up of weed strands and blue-back beetles scurrying about. Her neck, It was still intact, There was no connection of a blade or talon wringing it.

Instead it was only an inch away, Hovering just above her throat. Her heart thundered looking at it, Hands still grasping at the grass for dear life as she turned her head over. Snot running down from her nose as she came face to rotting face with the assailant.

He was angry, He was furious.

And for some reason, The angry chitters of insects was all she could hear.

"YOU WRETCHED BEASTS-! LET GO OF ME, I'M A KING! YOU SHOULDN'T BE ATTACKING ME- DID HE-" The man was bellowing, Body jerking around at odd angles from seemingly nothing. Face scrunched up as his bony limbs stood entirely still.

The bugs, The angry chitters were coming from all of the bugs surrounding him. She watched as they came from nowhere, The graveyard only housing the odd centipede or ant hiding in the grass.

But this seemed like swarms pooling at his feet, Angry pincers snapping at the hems of his trousers and ants biting at his bare ankles. [F/N]'s jaw dropped, In absolute awe at what was happening before her.

She scampered back, Body still splayed across the grass as her back hit an unidentified gravestone. The bugs were so miniscule like the stars overlooking them and despite their large numbers and nips, There was no way they could've been doing something like that to him.

Body jerking as if something much bigger than ants and beetles was attacking him, Ramming into sides of his body. Biting and scratching at his skin as dark marks and bloodied gashes were suddenly found on his skin.

Was it something she couldn't see? Something she couldn't grasp? What was it, What was it doing to him?

He toppled over, Back thudding against the ground as the bugs took their chance and started to swarm. Crawling up his arms, Legs, His torso and his neck. They were eating him alive, Gnawing him down to the bone.

He yelled.

"YOU'LL REGRET THIS-! IF THIS BODY WASN'T SO WEAK I COULD-! I COULD- BEELZEBUB!!" Astaroth hollered, Spit flying out from his mouth as he cursed out some unseen name. Yet even so, It made [F/N] gulp.

Beelzebub, She recognised it yet it had been so long since she had heard it at all. It was the name of her old imaginary friend she use to have when she was younger, One she pretended to play with out in the sticks.

All before she found.. She found the corpse..

[F/N] swallowed back the acid reflux singing away at her throat, Pushing herself forward onto her knees, Her body moved for her along with her tongue.

"S-STOP IT! FUCKING STOP IT, ALL OF YOU!" [F/N] screamed. She knew not what she was doing nor did she know why, The only thing she did know is that she wanted this all to stop. To go home, Never had she ever envied the fake dummy under her bed before now.

Her sweat dropped, The angry shrieking of cicadas and centipedes came to a sudden halt. As if a sudden trance had came over them, Pincers stopped snapping together. Little legs stopped churning and the jerks of the man's body fell entirely.

The moon just a little higher in the night, Whisping trails of mist still dancing across the scenery. [F/N]'s sweat turned cold as she watched the insects march backwards away from the man, Almost like a hive mind they parted like the red sea.

Just like a new-born foal, [F/N] got up onto shaky knees.

She was covered in dirt from head to toe, Her hoodie of polyester was blemished with dark splotches. The backside of her jeans wet and muddied from the way she hit the ground, Not to mention the throbbing pain in her back that is.

[F/N] pulled back the strands of hair from her eyes, Knotted and tangled from the commotion as she looked at him. The bugs, So small yet so violent did such a big number on him.

The moulded spots across his body were so much bigger now, Like the marks of the black plague he was twitching. Covered head to toe there was no more sign of his sickly pale skin now, All bitten off by the invertebrates around him.

[F/N] swallowed, If she hadn't let go of her lunch before she would've done it now. He was groaning or what sounded to be groaning, [F/N] couldn't tell as his vocal chords were chewed out from their place in his throat.

One foot forward, Pressing down onto the ground in front of her. The bugs surrounding them moved backwards even more, Watching as she warily stumbled her way over to him, Eyes never leaving him for a second.

"What the fuck.." [F/N] breathed as she stopped and stood over his body, The paper bag on his head long gone and floating somewhere off in the wind. She didn't care about it now, Only seeing the horror of what disgusting carcass he had become.

His rotting skin was layered out over his thinning bones like purple tarp on a corpse, His eyeballs were non existent yet there seemed to be some flicker of what use to be still in there. [F/N] gagged, The stench of guts so much more prominent now.

Why did the bugs attack him like that? Why were they so aggressive and why did they leave her out of it? [F/N] glanced warily at the invertebrates still surrounding them, Terrified as she eyed them carefully.

"You.. You bitch you.." He croaked out, Belching as his body quivered. His head lazed round to meet her, No eyes yet he stared straight into her like he did. [F/N] bit her quivering lip in attempt to stable it, Fighting back the urge to back away.

"You have connections.. You.. and Beelzebub.. You, How-"

The man choked out gargled coughs, [F/N] gasped as his body jolted in place. Wincing back from her position only a little bit.

"A.. Are you okay..?" [F/N] squeaked, Tears rolling down her face and tickling at her bare skin. Her hands together, She knew the answer very well as it was obvious, Yet the question so natural on her tongue it could've been instinct.

The coughing stopped, Wheezing dying off from what was left from his lungs. [F/N] sniffled as she watched his eyes hone in on her even more so. If [F/N] wasn't stupid, She might of mistook it for confusion.

"W-What..?" He spluttered, Blood pushed out from his mouth and spilling out over his charred cheeks as he choked on the rest. [F/N] shyed her eyes away, Heart drumming like rain on a rooftop as she kept back cries of your own.

"I-I said.. I said are you okay..?" [F/N] repeated, Trying not to look at the carcass lying not even a foot away from her. It was a stupid question, Making her feel so seen within the empty gravesite.

She kneeled down towards him, Hand hesitantly reaching out to where his heart should of been and pressed down, There was no beat yet he seemed to still be alive. Though her eyes darted, Her thumb brushed against something in his suit.

Astaroth twitched, Eyes still hawked on the girl perched above him. For some reason he couldn't speak and it was not because of the state of his vocal chords, It was strange and nothing like he had ever dealt with before.

But for some reason, It made his crumbling ribcage shake, Something pulsati-

THUMP!

"What the.." [F/N] said as she pulled out a folder of sorts. It was similar to the ones found in the youth centres archives, One's she snuck around in at night time but this one caught more dirt than the ones she was digging through. Stained with muck.

For some reason she felt compelled to take it, So much so when she spied a single word upon it.

DEMON

Her hands seemed to move on their own, Possessed by the desire of a prying feline. Eyes narrowing in and sparkling with the shine of the Luna above as she opened the cream-folder-front to the first page.

"What.. What is this.." Astaroth wheezed though [F/N] wasn't focused on him. Documents, Dozens of them were stored inside the file. [F/N] shifted through them, Picking at the perimeters of the paper as she scanned the sentences inside.

Illuminati. Demons. Artefact. Laboratory. Location.

Words that made her widen her already-wide eyes, Her hands gripping the edges of the folder like it was her last life-line. It shook in her firm grasp, An oxymoron but she wasn't inclined to care.

"You.. Human, What are you doing to me..?" Astaroth whispered as his hazy eyes landed onto her form shifting through secret Illuminati files. He seethed, He couldn't be sure what was happening to him, Was it rage that she was searching through his stuff or was it.. Something more warm.

Was there a difference to him?

[F/N] wiped the drool on her polyester sweater sleeve, Not caring about the mess as her heart ran thousands of miles per hour. What was this? What did this mean? It spoke of atrocities, Talking of terrors and horrors she couldn't even comprehend.

Pictures, The pictures that were attached to the documents with a simple little paperclip were showing mutilated carcasses. People strapped to something you'd see in a dentists office yet their contorted, Almost disfigured jaws screaming was enough to speak to her.

This had to be fake right? This had to have some explanation..!

"You.. Come here.." Astaroth coughed out and this time it was enough to get her attention as [F/N] jerked her head over to him, Snapping the folder shut on instinct. She stared at him, Terror in her eyes as she let this sink in.

"Fuck.. I can't be here.." [F/N] exasperated, Suddenly realising the weight of the situation she was in. There was a dying man in front of her, A person she could be linked to if the groundskeeper woke up and saw her.

[F/N] shook her head, Lungs puffing out her chest and depressing back in. She took a few steps back from the cadaver. She couldn't afford to go to juvie! She had stuff to do, She had a mission to do, She needed to find Tetsuya's killer and there's no way she could do that behind bars.

The bugs around her chittered once before squirming away. Beetles crawling under stones, Worms and grubs returning to the earth from whenst they came. Ladybugs, Roaches, Snakeflies and mantises all skittered away from the scene, Leaving them alone.

[F/N] followed with them, Not wanting to be here any longer.

She shoved the file under her shoulder, Not taking her eyes off the dying man as she leaned down to pick up her scooby-doo flashlight that she had dropped in the fall. She shoved it into her pocket, Ready to turn away before she heard it.

"Wait.. W-Wait.. Come back here.." The man gurgled, Bony hand rising up from his side and pointing a withered finger at her. [F/N] shook, Stepping back further from the scene.

"No.. I gotta go, I'm sorry." [F/N] replied quickly, Shaking her head as she watched the mans body return to jerking and twitching. He moved violently, Making her hold her breath as his rotten carcass tried to get up.

"N-No! Get back here-" The man spluttered out another round of bloody coughs "D-Damn this weak body.. Useless! Stupid! M-Mortal body-!" He screamed out into the night, Wretched voice echoing throughout the valley.

[F/N] whined, Jerking away.

But by the time she had looked back, He had fallen silent.

He made no move now, Not twitch nor jerk of a single finger. He was just splayed out on the ground, Skeletal jawbone dropped open with no single syllable to be let out. He had died, Gone comatose after everything he seemed to still live through.

[F/N] seethed out air through her teeth, Dioxide turning into vapour in the night. She couldn't linger any longer, She couldn't be caught with a corpse. Even though it was the bugs that had done it, There was no way to explain why they did it.

[F/N] turned, Legs picking up and starting to sprint with the folder still sat under her armpit. The word demon written on a piece of paper in there, It could only mean that he was aware of their existence or at least had some idea about it.

He wouldn't miss it, He was dead. But she could use it well enough, Useful for her search.

So off she took into the night, Gone under the shawl of Mother Nyx. The groundskeeper would awaken and find the corpse lying through the rows of headstones without ever knowing she was there.

No camera's, No witnesses and an incompetent staff member. She was glad that these places were underfunded.

As she hopped the fence once more, [F/N] escaped into the open streets.

Uncaught and unseen.

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blathannabeaga · 2 months ago

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.☽༊˚ january writing; someone tying up your seatbelt for you

randy x reader

feat. qrf!reader, pre-relationship, mutual pining, fluff

If your worst mistake of the night was trying to do round-for-round for Bobby, even when she moved onto shots, your best was not protesting when Randy gently suggested that it might be best to curtail the night when you still had some use of your legs.

The cold January air outside the bar sobers you up, if only a little. You still walk crookedly, your head intent on going in one direction and your body in the other, and it’s thanks to Randy’s patient guidance that you neither buckle your ankle nor clothesline yourself on the handrail as you lumber down the steps and onto the sidewalk. His hand stays at your elbow, steering you gently in the right direction down the pavement until you catch a particularly vicious wobble in your stride and he falls closer into step to link his arm with yours.

He’s solid by your side, warm beneath the navy-blue fabric of his Henley and kind-eyed even as you shuffle over sloping pavement slabs and slow the both of you down. It wasn’t a suspect thing for you to leave places together, with one acting as the other’s designated driver, given that of all the QRF the two of you lived nearest one another when off-base. The fact you’d taken to sharing one another’s beds after getting home rather than crashing on cranky couches to keep an eye on the other was one known only to you and him, though.

“That’s it, sweetie.” He encourages in a soft tone, pressing his lips to the side of your head as you walk. As you cock your head at him, smiley and adoring, he feels a comfortable heat rise to his cheeks and brushes your hair back from your face with his free hand as he tugs you to him only subtly tighter. “Just a little further, yeah? Think you can do that for me?”

You lean trustingly against him, pressing your cheek against his shoulder. The tips of your fingers sing a rhythmless drumbeat against the muscle of his bicep, and the fondly confident smile you flash at him sends a flurry of butterflies swirling in the pit of his stomach. “Anything when it’s f’you.”

“Music to my ears.” He beams back down at you, kissing your forehead almost in thanks.

Though his truck was parked only a stone’s throw down from the light and noise of the bar, because of your tipsiness and his enabling it takes considerably longer to return to it than it did to stroll down to the bar hours ago. The hood, cooled from the night air, is grounding beneath your reaching hands as you lean against the bodywork for stability while Randy fishes his keys from his pocket and opens the passenger door for you. Extending a hand out to you, he nods his head to the cabin of the truck with a smile that twinkles beneath the streetlights above.

“I hardly need your help to get in.” Your brows arch, an uncommon element of haughtiness woven into your gingerly slurred speech as you teeter back and forth on unsteady feet.

Biting back a grin, Randy nods and begins to retract his proffered hand with an expression of mock contemplation. “That mean you don’t want it?”

“Never said that”. Grumbling under your breath, you easily slot your hand into his and let him pull you up into the cabin of the truck as his laughs fill the quiet of the street.

So familiar with it now, you settle in almost immediately. Fondness runs warm in Randy’s chest as he stands up on the doorway and leans across you to tie your seatbelt, hiding his smile as he fumbles with the buckle in the near darkness. Cold hands reach out and grasp him round the torso, clasping him gently to you as an all-too familiar pair of lips kiss his neck sweetly. When he draws back and faces you in the shadowy light, your grin only grows as you trace his face with a light touch.

“You’re so good to put up with me.” You tell him, such a pureness to your words that it makes his heart wrench. It just about pulls the air from his lungs and he settles a hand on your thigh as he leans in, so close your noses almost brush as his warm eyes soften meeting yours.

“There isn’t a damn thing in the world I’d rather do.” He tells you, his chest running warm with the love he feels as your face splits with a smile and meets him halfway for a sweet kiss. Chances are you won’t remember it in the morning, but he resolves to make sure he doesn’t go another day without reminding you of it.

#he is ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh #i love him sm #randy sol #randy sol x reader #special ops lioness #special ops lioness x reader #january writing

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duckiemimi · 1 year ago

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i’ve recently come across an insightful video analysis that was reposted on tiktok, explaining the Gaza situation in depth and touching on the geopolitical and economic motivations that background it, along with the potential impact from the ethnic cleansing and the active genocide of Palestinian people by zionists. here’s a summary with some links to more-reputable news articles:

-roughly around a month ago, netanyahu declared his plan for a “new middle east,” an economic corridor stretching from India to the European continent, through the UAE, Jordan, Saudi Arabia, and “israel.”

-due to the weakening of the US Dollar, this “new middle east” corridor serves as a hopeful (on their part) counter to China’s new ongoing “silk road.” it’s essentially a move for leverage on world economics, trade, and politics.

-Russia is the country with the largest proven reserves of natural gas. in 2022, Nord Stream 1 and 2 (Russia’s gas pipelines) were both blown up. sanction packages from EU ban Russian gas. no more Russian gas coming into Europe.

-Iran, the country with the second largest gas reserves, signs the Nuclear Deal in 2015-2016. the US backs out of the deal and reimpose harsh sanctions on Iran. Iran is barred from selling its gas and oil to Europe and others.

-with Russia and Iran out of the picture, “israel” (US-backed) proposes itself as a solution to EU’s gas shortages. in 2010, they find the Leviathan—a giant gas field in the middle east (Mediterranean Sea), off the coast of Palestine, Lebanon, and Syria.

-Syria initially declines offers over its gas reserves; the US now controls 1/3 of Syria and all its oil fields, and “israel” regularly bombs it’s most vital port (Latakia). another major port is in Beirut, which mysteriously exploded in 2020. both Syria and Lebanon’s maritime activity are limited, including in trade and gas exploration.

-Gaza, also having its own unexplored gas fields, has been under siege, under naval blockade since 2007. the only working port left in the coast is haifa port in “israel.” “israel” is now the only one able to explore gas and implement an economic corridor, like the proposed “new middle east.” what the US and “israel” have essentially done is killed off the competition, stole their goods, and cornered the market.

-in light of Europe’s gas shortages, to get them gas before winter, “israel” attempts to “stabilize” the region by solving “the Palestinian question”—more than displacement, they’ve resorted to ethnic cleansing and genocide. basically an acceleration of their plan.

-what Palestinian resistance groups have done in response was because they were backed into a corner. tooth and nail, life or death. it did not happen in a vacuum.

it has always been a move for natural resources; Palestine, Syria, Congo—every move for destabilization framed as intervention. it has always been greed for capital.

update:

it’s come to my attention that the video in question might have some more pro-Russian leaning stances, and so i’ve deleted the google drive link to the reposted tiktok and the link to the actual tiktok as i do not wish to platform the denial, partial or in whole, of the atrocities done to Ukrainian people. i will keep the summary up with some parts omitted because i still do think it is an insightful analysis in general and i do think the knowledge is still useful and relevant.

#peace is not the answer; liberation is the answer #resources #palestine #free palestine #free gaza #gaza strip #please look into other resources within the first and second tags in this post too

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solozxo · 1 year ago

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Muscle man

Nsfw 18+ Oneshot

(basically obsessing over jks muscles)

Warnings- smut , wall sex , dirty talk , penetration , tension , just pure filth and a slight bit of fluff if you look close enough

“I’m literally so sexually frustrated these days Lula, i mean c’mon what do i have to do to get some dick- but like not attached to a worthless man” You sigh rummaging through some clothes looking for the perfect dress to cling to your body for a party your going to attend tonight.

“i mean you could always just buy a dildo” Lula’s laugh echos over the phone - making your eyes roll.

“God Lula you know what i meant- anyway what are you wearing tonight because i found just the dress” You smile holding the dress to your body whilst posing in the mirror.

“We must be linked because i just found one too” You both shriek and talk about how much your both looking forward to the party - doing your make up in the process.

It’s time to party

You and Lula walk in , head held high and hips swaying - feeling like the most beautiful people there.

Which you most definitely were

You find yourself seated straight at the bar whilst Lula mingles with the first hot lady she could see. such a flirt as usual

“i’ll take a martini please” you rest your head in your hands twirling a strand of your hair as you wait for your drink , the bass coming from the music already intoxicating you.

“HEY Y/N DO YOU SEE THAT BEEFCAKE OVER THERE?” Lula shouts down your ear , clearly lacking the social awareness to maybe tone it down

“Nope i haven’t noticed Lula” you laugh and shake your head at your friend who seems to be slightly drunk “Why what about him” seemly curious about this so called ‘beefcake’

“LOOK TO YOUR LEFT IN THE CORNER , THE MUSCLE GUY EYEING YO-“ you clasp your hand over Lula’s mouth , stopping her from any more shouting.

“Lula volumeee” you shake your head again with your hand still clasped on your drunken friends mouth.

“Lula ew gross” you pull your face as your friend tongues your palm. “well your suffocating me - plus you taste like something” she says smacking her lips.

“What the fuck do you mean i taste like something” You say , eyebrows raising , genuinely confused and curious all at once.

“you taste like….like…….hmm…you taste like virgin”

“PFFFT WHAT” You burst out laughing, clutching onto your chest for stability after hearing your friends absurd claim.

“Yeah dude , your so sex starved that your pussy is redeveloping it’s cherry - im serious” She says with the straightest face ever.

“okay whateverrr , go back to your babe whilst i finish my drink” You scoff swigging at your drink as she bids you fairwell - taking clutch to the girls waist and disappearing in the crowd.

You look over at the guy in the corner who was supposedly ‘eyeing you’ and decide to make a move since he clearly doesn’t have the balls too , so you finish off your drink wiping off the remaining droplets from your bottom lip and strut his way , keeping eye contact the whole time.

He’s leaning on the wall in the corner of the room , his hair is jet black and is styled in a slight wet look with piercings on his lip , he has a white shirt on that clings onto his body in the most perfect way with a few buttons down - too slutty to comprehend , with black jeans that outline his thighs , making them look like the most comfortable seat.

You practically salivate at the sight of him , hoping he only feels the same way you do as you inch closer to him.

And he does

Every step you inch closer to him he scans over your body and admires you again and again , as if his memory resets after each step you take and he’s looking at you again for the first time.

He saw you giggling with your friend , the way your smile lit up the dark and stuffed room , how you twirled your hair when you were waiting for your drink and how you walking into the place , rightfully making it your own.

You captured him and now he craves you.

He came to this party purely with the intention to support his friend after a break up , having no true relationship for a while or sexual relations- which is a hunger he now suddenly you craves all because of you.

“Hey , i’m Y/N and you are?” You ask with a smile - slightly tilting your head as you look at his features up close - He’s pretty. almost too pretty.

“I’m Jungkook , you wanna dance?” He says taking a step closer to you holding his hand out - his delicious and veiny hand-

“Let’s dance” you smirk , taking his hand into your own - leading him onto the dance floor.

He’s rather tall , his frame completely toppling over you , you suddenly want to be dominated despite having a dominant nature.

You go to take his hands and guide them to your waist as you guessed he’s hesitant, but you guessed wrong when he proceeds to slides his hands around your waist , slightly caressing your ass and leaning towards your ear.

“Don’t be shy you can touch me” He says as he slides his hands down your arms , pulling them around his neck - inching his face closer to your own , looking into your eyes and occasionally glancing at your lips.

The air grows thick and tense as you can feel his breath fanning over your mouth , urging you to make his lips your own.

You slide your hands to his neck , fingertips playing with the lobe of his ear.

“I wanna get out of here” You exhale , licking your lips and staring into his eyes with pure desire.

“I live close?” He breathes out , chest rising and falling.

“let’s go” You both nod simultaneously and he takes his hand into yours leading you through the crowd.

You don’t worry about Lula as she already arranged her escape earlier on.

You jump in his car eagerly , Barely fastening your seatbelt as all you can think about is how big his dick is and how sexy he would look inside of you.

He instantly clutches his wheel and drives to his house , whilst you on the other hand is desperate for some type of physical contact as you rub your thighs together to catch any friction you can.

Jungkook slings his hand over to you - gripping your plump thigh to tame you on the journey.

You both tumble into his house , almost forgetting to shut the door behind the both of you as your lips clash - hands travelling up eachothers bodies , your tongues swirling together and your fingers lock into his hair - slightly tugging onto it making him groan.

He slides his hands down to your waist firmly gripping onto you, “jump baby” , and you did in an instant - wrapping your legs around his waist and your arms around his neck - lips refusing to part.

He pushes your back sternly against the wall , hoisting you up as he unbuckles his belt and kissing on your neck.

“Let me know if you wanna stop” He breathes out , looking into your eyes - slightly pausing his movement.

“No no don’t stop” You whimper , wanting nothing more then his touch right now.

He understands your desperation and lets his jeans pool around his ankles - underwear still intact , gripping onto your thighs as your dress rides up to your waist.

He looks down between your legs , noticing your lacey damp panties and he takes a singular finger and rubs between your clothed folds - brushing over your clit.

You bite your lip and grind down onto his finger , practically begging for any type of relief you can get.

“All for me? , let’s see how you feel rubbing that pussy on my dick hmm”

He pushes you directly onto his hard buldge and grabs your hips - rubbing your covered clit on his cock.

“Oh ye- yes” Your head falls back - thumping into the wall , body stuttering as you have never felt so horny in your life.

“Shit i need more of you - wanna fuck you against this wall- fuck , you want that? hm? want me to fuck your pussy nice against this wall?” He moans out , sending you through the roof.

“ mhm fuck me like it’s your last time” You grip onto his shoulders for stability as your body goes weak from pleasure.

Jungkook wastes no time in removing his boxers , his dick instantly springing up slapping against your clothed hole.

He pushes you slightly down onto his bare dick , but your underwear blocks that rightful penetration you crave - making you whine like a desperate kitten.

“Hmm let’s get rid of these shall we” He hooks his finger onto your panties , sliding them down your legs at an eager pace.

As soon as they hit the floor he grabs onto your hips and effortlessly lifts you up , putting his muscles to use , and hovers you over his painfully hard dick.

“You ready? You want this?” He raises his brow and bites his bottom lip.

“God jungkook just fuck me” you whine , eyes practically watering.

After your answer , he wastes no time in dipping the tip of his cock into you - making both of your jaws fall slack.

The veins on his arms pulsate as he grips onto you , plunging into you hard and steady like your his own personal fuck toy that he moves up and down his shaft how he pleases. He pushes his chest into yours to get a better grip of your body - hiding his face into the your neck as he pushes you up more firmly into the wall- fucking you into it.

“Fuckk oh- yes your so tight and wet for me - let me hear how good your taking this dick” he moans out , thrusting up into you like an animal with no remorse.

“Fuck me harder” You say through clenched teeth , wanting nothing more than for jungkook to completely ruin you.

And with that he smashes his hips between your thighs , your cunt squelching and squeezing his dick - making your body jolt up into the wall like a feeble doll with no self control.

Your bodies drip with sweat and pant as you both crave release.

“Kook baby , im gonna cum” You say , nails clawing away at his broad back.

“Yeah? i want you to cum on my dick , im close too , cum with me beautiful” he grunts as his thrusts move quicker after hearing that nickname fall from your lips , fingers practically engraving your thighs as he chases his high.

After more thrusting and grinding , you clench on his length , body stuttering against his as his movements become uncoordinated and sloppy - cum seeping deep into you and drooping out of your bruised cunt.

Catching your breath , you climb down from his frame as he collects the both of your items from the ground.

“That was incredible” You pant , to which he nods and agrees.

“You wanna lay in bed with me for a while? i feel like i didn’t really get to talk to you enough tonight?” he asks gently whilst putting his boxers on , breathing heavily as if he didn’t have you pressed against the wall seconds ago.

“I didn’t take you for the clingy type” you joke.

“I’m not , but you captivate me and i wanna know why” He responds truthfully.

Wow for such a built guy he sure is cute

“Well luckily you caught my attention too , lead the way beefcake” You gesture for him to take the lead.

“Beefcake?” He laughs , taking your hand as he carries the bundle of clothing in one arm.

“It’s some nickname my friend came up with , guess your too muscular for your own good” you say poking his firm arm as you walk into his room - instantly making yourself comfortable, wrapping the sheets around you.

“You think?” he smirks and removes his shirt , surprisingly for the first time tonight - revealing a beautiful toned body , a nice set of abs and a glorious v line and happy trail which you could swear leads to heaven.

“Don’t make me horny again and just lay nexto me for goodness sake” You say covering your reddened cheeks with your hands as he laughs and climbs into bed nexto you , engulfing your frame.

“Sooooo y/n , what’s your favourite colour” He smiles in your face like a dork.

“Don’t be ridiculous” you shake your head as you both laugh out loud at the most overused question in the books.

“i’m kidding” He grins “You better be” you say snuggling upto him , feeling rather comfortable with a man you just met.

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Ac: quite like this one

#bts #bts fanfic #bts fic #bts jungkook #bts smut #bts x reader #jeon jungkook #jjk #jungkook x reader

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somethinginthewayiam · 2 years ago

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Maybe baby

pairing: Chibs Telford x plus-size reader

words: 2627

warnings: there is 18+ content throughout (minors DNI), talking of pregnancy

Summary: One morning you don’t feel so good and all your symptoms point to you being pregnant. You need to take a test immediately. You’re too afraid to tell Chibs you even could be pregnant. What would he say?

link to my masterlist and previous parts

After your yoga class this morning, you decided to walk by the ice cream shop. Chucky was in the middle of cleaning the big windows when you arrived.

“Looks good, Chucky”, you said when you came closer. “Thank you”, he said when he looked over his shoulder and spotted you coming towards him, gifting you a big smile.

“The shop looks almost brand new, you’re really putting in the work”, you said and stood next to him. He placed the telescopic rod he used for cleaning the shop windows next to his feet, holding on to it and put his other hand on his hip. He looked proud at the shop in front of him.

“We’re gonna put a big sign above the entrance, maybe with lights in it”, he told you and gestured towards the empty space above the door. When you looked up, you had to squint your eyes because of the sun. All of a sudden, little sparkles danced in front of your eyes and you stumbled a few steps back. Chucky caught you with his hand on your back.

“Huh”, you said in surprise and shook your head to get rid of the sparkles. “Are you okay?”, Chucky asked concerned. “Maybe I should sit down for a moment”, you said and Chucky led you inside. He brought you over to a bar stool and when he was sure that you were securely seated, he walked behind the counter.

“Should I get Chibs? He’s upstairs with the others”, he offered. “Don’t be ridiculous. I haven’t eaten yet and I just had a yoga class. Just give me a glass of water and I’ll be as good as new”, you waved off his concern.

Chucky filled a glass with water and handed it to you. You took big sips, drinking half of it in one go. Your head felt better but now you felt a little nauseated.

When you leaned forward and your breasts hit the edge of the counter, they hurt a bit. Lost in thoughts, you grabbed both of your boobs at the same time and squeezed them slightly. They were sensitive to your touch.

You were dizzy, your boobs hurt and you felt a little sick…

All of a sudden, your eyes got big. You couldn’t be. Could you? Maybe. Chibs and you were fucking without a condom for a few weeks now and that make-up sex was something else. So, maybe…

Heavy footsteps on the stairs indicated that the Sons were done with their session in the chapel. You couldn’t face Chibs right now. You felt like the word PREGNANT was written all over your face.

You jumped off from your seat, feeling dizzy again and held onto the counter top. Chibs was next to you in a second, reaching out his hand to stabilize you.

“You okay, darlin’?”, he asked a bit concerned. “I’m fine, I need to go”, you told him, avoiding the eye-contact and talking a bit too quickly. Before you could walk out, Jax held you back with a question.

“Hey, Y/N, could you help Bobby with some interviews for new CaraCara girls?”, Jax asked you. “I told you I can handle it”, Bobby said and sounded a bit annoyed. “We know how ya handle it”, Chibs said and made wanking motions towards him.

“I have never done that, I don’t know what you’re looking for”, you countered Jax’s question. “All you need to do is make sure that Bobby behaves”, Jax eased your mind. “Okay, sure”, you shrugged your shoulders. “I’ll meet you at the docks. I got something to do”, you said to Bobby and finally left the shop. Chibs looked after you a little irritated.

You basically fled the shop and got to your car around the corner. You drove to the next drug store and bought a pregnancy test. You couldn’t handle another minute of not knowing. You asked at the drug store if they had a toilet you could use because you didn’t want to drive all the way across town to your apartment. When they denied you, you drove to the warehouse in Stockton where CaraCara had its studio. You would have to take it there. Maybe you would be able to do it before Bobby showed up.

At the warehouse, it was slowly getting busier with CaraCara. The crew and the list of performers had gotten longer and the shooting schedule got busier by the day. It was a good sign that they were interviewing new performers.

At the warehouse, you walked over to the room in the back that was used as the production office. You found it empty, Bobby wasn’t here yet. You put your purse on the couch and grabbed the plastic bag with the test in it.

You left the office in a hurry to get over to the toilets to take the test. Right outside the door, you ran into Bobby, dropping the bag.

“Hey, doll, where’re you rushing off to?”, he asked surprised and bent down to grab the stuff you dropped. “No, I got it, Bobby”, you said but he was quicker. He picked up the little box and got up again. “A pregnancy test?”, he asked and looked at you with raised eyebrows. You quickly picked up the plastic bag. You wanted to grab the box from his hands, but he pulled his hand to the side.

“Please don’t tell him”, you begged him. “Are you?”, he asked with big eyes. “I don’t know yet”, you replied. “Then you better find out”, he said and handed you the box.

You rushed over to the toilet and locked the door behind you. You caught a glimpse of yourself in the mirror. Your cheeks were flushed and your eyes big. You looked like a deer in the headlights.

You peed on the test and put it on the sink as you waited five minutes as it said on the box. You put a timer on your phone. It was the longest five minutes of your whole life.

You weren’t ready, you knew you weren’t ready. You and Chibs had just reconciled after the explosion and his distance bullshit. The both of you were not in the right place for that kind of responsibility.

Then your thoughts wandered to Kerrianne, his daughter. He already was a father, maybe he was ready. But she lived across the Atlantic in Belfast, he wasn’t doing that much fathering. You weren’t even completely sure if he had any contact with her. He never talked about her.

Your thoughts bounced from left to right, from please let it be negative to we can make it work.

When the timer on your phone went off, you were so deep in thought, that it jump-scared you. You rushed over to your phone and turned the alarm off. You took a deep breath.

You reached for the test and turned it around. Negative.

You let the air out you didn’t even know you were holding in. A wave of relieve and disappointment washed over your body at the same time and it overwhelmed you. You sat back down on the closed toilet seat. Tears rushed to your eyes and spilled onto your cheeks. You put your hand over your mouth to muffle the sounds.

You were so confused because you didn’t know what exactly you were crying about. A big part of you was relieved that your life didn’t just change 180 degrees. Another, not that smaller, part was kind of sad. Somewhere in the back of your head, a little bubble had created images of you, Chibs and a little baby playing house, didn’t matter how unrealistic that actually was. And that bubble did just burst.

You wiped your face with some toilet paper and took a few deep breaths to collect yourself again. You put the test back into its packaging and just threw it in the trash can.

Then you walked back to the office. Bobby was sitting behind the desk when you entered, looking through some papers. He looked up at you and immediately noticed your puffy, red eyes. “So, how are we looking, doll?”, he asked. Instead of an answer, you just shook your head.

“And are you happy or sad about it?”, he investigated further. You took another deep breath, trying to swallow the tears that were welling up in your eyes again. “I honestly can’t tell you”, you told him truthfully and shrugged your shoulders.

Just when he opened his mouth to say something, the door opened and one of your girls peaked her head in. “The first candidate is here”, she told the both of you. “Thanks, darling. We’ll be right out”, Bobby told her and she left again.

You wiped under your eyes again and shook your head to clear your mind. Bobby got up from his seat and came around the desk. “You okay?”, he asked and put a hand on your back. “Let’s get us some new girls”, you nodded and said. He patted your back and led you out of the office.

Later that day, you helped out behind the bar at Diosa again as you were short staffed. You got yourself dolled up to fit in the picture. You had pushed the test from this afternoon all the way to the back of your head, trying not to think about it too much. It would have been too early. And, with all that was going on in Charming, really bad timing. You should be lucky that it was negative. At least that’s what you kept telling yourself.

A little later, the Sons came by, checking on the establishment. They came over to the bar. “Hi, guys”, you greeted them and started to open some beers. “Hey doll”, Bobby said and grabbed one of the beers. “How are you?”, he asked. You looked up and caught his stare on you. “All good, boss”, you told him and even managed to give him an honest smile. Bobby looked at you just a few seconds longer and gave you a little nod before he left the bar area.

When everybody had their drink and spread out around the club, the only one left was Chibs. He hadn’t said anything yet, but his eyes followed your every move. You thought it would hurt you more to see him again, but instead you were glad. You somehow missed him even though you had just seen him this morning.

You walked around the bar and over to him. You put your arms around his waist and craned you neck a little bit to give him a kiss. He put his arm around your shoulder and pressed you against him.

“You look good”, he said when you pulled back. “Thanks. Seems to be my new work uniform”, you told him and looked down at your dress and high heels.

“Is everything alright?”, he asked and his eyes ran over your face, scanning for every little muscle movement. You looked up at him, thinking for a second. “Everything’s fine”, you said honestly. “You felt a little weird this morning”, he said. “I am weird”, you countered with a smile. “That’s true”, he nodded and you poked his side. “Hey, that’s where you’re supposed to go, ‘No, babe, you’re perfect. I’m so lucky you let me have sex with you’”, you corrected him. “You know I don’t like lying”, he countered. “Since when?”, you asked honestly surprised.

Instead of an answer, he bent down to kiss you again. You let him for two seconds then you pushed his face away with a giggle. “I’ll get you a drink”, you said and walked around the bar, grabbed the bottle of Jameson and poured him a good amount. With the drink in hand, you walked over to him again and placed it on the counter top.

Chibs leaned against the bar with his back, watching you with a smile. When the doors opened, some girls came to work through the front door, already dressed for the night. He looked over and pushed his riding glasses down his nose to check them out.

“Who are they?”, he said with obvious interest in his voice. You pushed his glasses back up his nose. “None of your concern”, you said dryly and walked back behind the bar.

Chibs grabbed the list of available girls and services that was lying on top of the bar.

“You don’t seem to be on the menu, little lady”, he said after inspecting the list and looked up at you over the edge of his glasses just like he was looking at the girls before. Looks like roleplay-Chibs was back.

“I’m special, you have to ask for me by name”, you told him with a wink while you polished a few glasses. “And what is your name?”, he leaned in a little further.

You put the glass down and leaned on the bar with your forearms, coming very close to his face. “I would tell you because you’re kinda cute, but I’m sleeping with one of the owners and he doesn’t like to share”, you told him in a whispered tone.

“Mhm, that’s a real shame. Is he at least any good?”, he asked and a smirk played around his lips. You took your sweet time with your answer, keeping him in suspense.

“He’s a good kisser. He really knows what he’s doing down there. He’s…the best I ever had”, you told him.

“Is he now?”, he asked with a grin and stood up, a very proud look on his face. “Alright, calm down”, you shook your head with an eyeroll. He came behind the bar, put his arms around your waist and his head on your shoulder. “Let me show you that I’m even better than that guy”, he offered and kissed your neck. Your body stiffened at his suggestion. Normally, you would immediately agree and pull him into the office in the back.

“I have to work, Chibs”, you told him and moved your head to the side and out of his reach. “Come on, I’ll be quick”, he told you. “That has not the effect you think it has”, you mentioned with a chuckle and stepped away from his as you saw a customer coming towards the bar.

You served him a beer while Chibs was waiting behind you. Normally, you would have a little chat or small talk with the men at the bar but a moody biker wasn’t really an inviting sight. “He didn’t even give me a tip. You’re bad for business”, you told Chibs when you turned towards him with a raised eyebrow.

“So, is that a final no?”, he asked one last time. “Not tonight, okay?”, you said and cupped his face, kissing him apologizingly. “Go mingle with the rest”, you said and nodded towards the couches full of girls and Sons. He cocked his head, his eyebrows raised and an intrigued smile on his face. “But keep your pants on”, you told him, pointing a finger at his face before you pushed him out of the bar area.

He stayed until Diosa closed for the night and drove you home. Since it was late, he went right to bed as you were taking off your make-up and changed into your pajamas, consisting of a loose-fitting top and a pair of shorts.

When you went to the toilet for a last pee before bedtime, you noticed that you had gotten your period. This was the most obvious negative you could have gotten. You felt tears burning in the corners of your eyes, but you swallowed them.

Turned out, all your symptoms from this morning were just part of some weird PMS.

next part Oh so horrible

#sons of anarchy #soa #chibs telford #chibs telford x plus-size reader #chibs telford x reader

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luna-writes-stuff · 1 year ago

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Jackie and Wilson, Pedro Pascal

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Fanfic, gn! reader

Meet-cute, fluff

Word count: 3168

Tw: I hate this fic haha, but enjoy anyway. Also, you’re a bartender now so obvious mentions of alcohol. Paparazzi, slight anxiety, mutual pining. Making fun of paparazzi? That’s it?

Summary: You work in a local bar when the building is suddenly surrounded with paparazzi. You knew why they were there - you had already served him two drinks. However, instead of throwing him out, you got talking with him. And after a day of keeping up appearances and minding rules, you are an incredibly comfortable distraction to him.

Buy me a coffee/force me to write more

“So tired trying to see from behind the red in my eyes. No better version of me I could pretend to be tonight. So deep in this swill with the most familiar of swine. For reasons wretched and divine.”

When a career finally takes off, it could offer one more than they bargained for. Take a wealthy lawyer, who bathes in money, but wallows in sunken dignity and dishonesty - or a proclaimed doctor, who performs surgeries and saves lives like no other, but returns home with dreadful stories of the day and baggage they wish they could have left at the hospital.

When an actor’s career begins to take off, they will gain fame. A fandom is built, money flows in, your name can be seen on billboards; it seems as if you are on the top of the world. But with that also comes the need to constantly watch what you say or what you do. Be professional during interviews, don’t spend too much time taking pictures with fans on a red carpet, don’t go out too much or the restaurant might have to close because it can’t handle its guests’ capacity.

It could bring stability, financial safety, a feeling of satisfaction - the ability to take care of those who you love and spoil them unconditionally. But regardless of how often stars will tell you that the famous life can be miserable, most fail to correctly grasp this concept.

You weren’t famous by any means. You worked in a local bar, serving local drunks and local students. So, when a crowd of people began to gather in front of your windows, taking pictures with obnoxious flashes with no apparent respect, you had been taken aback. After multiple warnings and questions for privacy, your boss had finally called the police to clear the situation. Then, after two hours, it was finally somewhat quiet again.

“She blows outta nowhere, roman candle of the wild. Laughing away through my feeble disguise. No other version of me I would rather be tonight. And, Lord, she found me just in time.”

However surprised, you were not stupid. You knew why they were here, or - more specifically- for who. You had served him two drinks at the bar before he retreated to the table in the far corner of the room, further away from the windows. He didn’t even have to say his name before you put the drinks on his tab. You didn’t hide the fact that you knew him, but he was a customer. You were not going to hinder his privacy or dignity if you could help it. Not during work hours, not after work hours. Which brought you back to the point that it was company policy that a customer on tap had to order at least one drink every thirty minutes, or they had to make room for new customers.

And thus, with the crowd finally cleared, you made your usual round of the room, taking orders and offering people their drinks. When you finally arrived at his table, you grabbed his empty glass, immediately drawing his attention to you. “Can I get you anything else?” A polite smile was shot from him as he nodded briefly, then turning back to his phone. As you grabbed a pen, you tried to strike up a casual conversation, not even thinking about your words until they were spoken: “If you don’t mind me asking, what brings you all the way here?”

Shocked at your own words, you squeezed your eyes shut in embarrassment, remembering his line of work and his reputation. “And if you do mind me asking, just tell me it’s work.” You quickly added, now grabbing the notepad as well. Pedro only chuckled at that, putting his phone on the table as he looked back at you: “I don’t mind you asking,” he answered. “But it is work.”

Raising your eyebrows, you nodded at him with a relieved smile. “Lucky guess.”

“'Cause with my mid-youth crisis all said and done. I need to be youthfully felt 'cause, God, I never felt young.”

Seemingly pondering his next words, he spoke before you could begin your next sentence, a gentle expression on his face. “The place I’m staying at had cameras on me at every angle. Figured I’d have a little more privacy in a downtown bar.” You pursed your lips at that, nodding sarcastically: “Ah yes, that worked great.”

Again, you squeezed your eyes shut, shaking your head as you tried to correct yourself. “I’m sorry.” But instead of a stupid remark or an uncomfortable silence, you heard his laugh followed by a dismissive wave. “No, you’re fine.”

His eyes fell upon the pad before you, unseemingly changing the subject: “I’ll have another cola.” Observing his smiles and laughs made some part of confidence grow within you. All night he had ordered nothing but cola, and where you would usually tease your customers for it, you found yourself somewhat withdrawn with him.

You didn’t know if it was because of his entire reputation or simply the way he looked at you, but you were hesitant to speak your next words. But when he continued to gently smile at you, you couldn’t resist the light tease: “It comes with a lemon. You sure you can handle that?”

“She's gonna save me, call me "baby" Run her hands through my hair. She'll know me crazy, soothe me daily. Better yet, she wouldn't care.”

You didn’t know it then, but that simple remark had made him feel incredibly at ease. A day filled with formal greetings and the constant need to make himself look presentable faded the second you teased him over ordering another cola. He didn’t even have time to comment on your words, your figure already making its way back to the bar.

It was your coworker who later arrived at his table with his drink. When he couldn’t see you behind the bar, he stood up, grabbing his stuff as he made way to the long counter. He had sat down on one of the chairs, trying to subtle glance around the room trying to catch any glimpse of you.

You walked back into the building a handful of minutes later, announcing your break to be over. That had explained why he couldn’t see you. Your face lit up slightly as you noticed that he changed his seating, now in front of you as you would work. In a way, it didn’t seem distracting nor unwanted. If anything, part of it felt comfortable.

“We'll steal her Lexus, be detectives, Ride 'round picking up clues. We'll name our children, Jackie and Wilson. Raise 'em on rhythm and blues.”

“Corner got lonely?” You asked, hanging your jacket up behind you before turning around, facing him from the other side of the bar. “Music’s better here.” He countered, pointing to the box above the doorway. You followed his gaze, rolling your eyes jokingly as you spotted the equipment.

“Here I thought you were beginning to like me.” You quipped, grabbing a glass as you began to clean it. He watched you work, unsure if he should interrupt or not. “You lied,” he suddenly said, gaining your attention. His hand raised slightly, the cola clutched tight in his fingers. “It doesn’t come with a lemon.”

You grinned at him, reaching for a slice of lemon before handing it to him. “I did promise.” You agreed, returning to your work as he grabbed the slice from your hand. Once more, a silence fell over the two of you.

“Lord, it'd be great to find a place we could escape sometime. Me and my Isis growing black irises in the sunshine. Every version of me dead and buried in the yard outside. We'd sit back and watch the world go by.”

“You from around here?” He asked, trying to fill the silence. You shrugged at him, knowing it was no good idea to announce your address in a public space. But a vague idea could never hurt: “Ten minute drive,” you revealed. “Why?”

Toying with the straw in his drink as he pushed the lemon down, the man revealed: “I was wondering what there was to do around here. It’s gonna be at least two more days.”

You scoffed at that, finding pity in the fact that he of all people got stranded in a town not widely known for its publicity, media, or events. Yet, a world famous star was sitting in front of you, and you were about to announce that there was nothing to do here.

“Light shopping?” You tried to promote, referring to your local stores and perhaps three big brands. “Maybe the cinema plays a good film, but that’s about all you’ll find here.” Placing the glass back on its original place, you spun around with a dramatic gesture of your hand. “You’re stranded in the middle of nowhere, my good sir.” Humming lightly, you spoke the hooking cords of the infamous Eagles song: “Welcome to the Hotel California.”

“Happy to lie back watch it burn and rust. We tried the world, good God, it wasn't for us.”

Pedro shook his head in entertainment, earlier anxiety slowly settling down as the nerves left his system. Being around someone who was somewhat nonchalant about him made him feel relaxed in some sort of unusual manner. It wasn’t unwelcomed, though.

“Any good restaurants?” He continued, his interest growing as he tried to build up to next questions. You remained oblivious to his intentions though, and happily answered him: “Like a handful. There’s not much here.” When he failed to respond to that, you grabbed a post-it, already jotting down some names. “I could give you a small list of recommendations.”

He simply hummed in reassurance, peeking over the bar to look at what you were writing down. He could not help but feel slight disappointment as he found out you were indeed writing down names of places that sounded a lot like restaurants and cafes. So, maybe flirting hadn’t been his strong suit, but he was steadfast if he was anything. He just leaned back, leaving you to finish your writing.

“She's gonna save me, call me "baby", Run her hands through my hair. She'll know me crazy, soothe me daily. Better yet, she wouldn't care.”

When you handed him the note, he pretended to read the names, asking you a question while his eyes remained on the paper: “What’s your favourite place? One you can really recommend?”

Instead of a genuine answer, what he had expected, you laughed instead. When he looked at you, he noted the way your expression had also found slight humour in his earlier words. “Way out of my budget,” you chuckled. “Went there once for a birthday.” Then, you looked at him, shrugging as you remembered what he did in life. “Might be your alley, though. And otherwise, the local cafeteria serves amazing fries.” You put the emphasis on amazing, almost imagining the dish in front of you now. You could go for some good fries.

“Could you show me where?” His voice tore you from your thoughts, forcing you back to the bar, his eyes gentle. Instinctively, you reached for the paper, ready to start writing again: “I’ll write the address down.”

“We'll steal her Lexus, be detectives, Ride 'round picking up clues. We'll name our children, Jackie and Wilson. Raise 'em on rhythm and blues.”

You didn’t see the slight defeat in his eyes as you mindlessly grabbed your phone and started looking up addresses. If you had, you wouldn’t have even taken the card to begin with. You would have decided to tease him back on it. But you hadn’t seen it.

In his eyes, it felt like another let down. Either he was being too low-key, you were being too oblivious, or this was your way of letting him down easy. You did stand behind a bar all night. He wouldn’t be the first, nor would he be the last to try to make a move. You must have mastered turning down flirting attempts during that time.

When your eyes finally rose, you did see the way his eyebrows had furrowed slightly, or how that friendly smile had lightly faded. When he noticed you were looking at him, he gave you a questioning look. Not one of curiosity, but as if he was asking you if you had understood him or not.

“Oh.” You sighed, ultimately catching onto his meaning. Your heart skipped a beat when he didn’t try to defend himself. He had been genuine. You could almost curse yourself for not having paid more attention.

“Cut clean from the dream at night, let my mind reset. Looking up from a cigarette, and she's already left.”

“If you would be okay with that.” He added, his voice more hushed than before, almost as if you had already rejected him. At that, a feather light feeling entered your stomach, the ability to form words finally coming back to you: “The cafeteria or…” you trailed off, unsure of where he wanted to go.

At your words, that same smile climbed back, neither of you missing the slight and - unsuccessfully - suppressed sigh of relief. “Your favourite place.” He cleared up.

You nodded at him, handing him the post-it, now filled with tiny scribbles of street names. “Cafeteria it is.” You decided.

“You sure?” He asked, putting the note in his pocket, his full attention now on you. You hummed in affirmation, waving your hand off in the distance. “I can’t afford that restaurant.” You shared, but interrupted him as he went to speak. “And I am not going to let you pay for everything.”

Though he wanted to, he hadn’t argued with it that night. Nor did he the night after, or the night after that. It wasn’t until you officially started going out, that you allowed him to lay for your dinner every so often.

“I start digging up the yard for what's left of me and our little vignette. For whatever poor soul is coming next.”

And now, three years later, you were seated in that exact same cafeteria you had dined in back when you first met. When your boss had to call the cops in order to get the paparazzi to leave. It was insane to consider you had not become used to them, even if that was not a fond thing.

To him, you felt like a moment of pure nothingness; he didn’t have to pretend or hold up to any expectations. There was nothing he needed to say or needed to hear. As insane as it might have sounded to him, he simply felt like a normal person around you again. As if he had never become famous, and never played in award-nominated shows and films. And that was why he had initially fallen for you. It was because of your calming demeanour. And none of that had changed through the years.

“They’re not making it subtle, are they?” You joked, as you watched a man with his long lens camera with flash on sitting on a terrace on the opposite side of you. Fries were stuffed in your mouth as Pedro was munching away on some greasy burger. Opening your mouth in an undignified manner, you turned to the camera, flipping them off, before returning to your meal.

Pedro laughed at you, holding his hand in front of his eyes as he tried to hide himself. Grabbing the straw from your drink and the straw of his own drink, he fumbled with them for a while, before turning to look at the camera, the straws now dangling from his teeth like some sort of vampire with a new set of pearls. You snorted at the sight, banging your fist on the table as you held your hand in front of his face, pulling the straws from his mouth: “Now it has your gross bacteria all over it.” “Ew,” he returned in a high pitched voice, mocking your speech.

“She's gonna save me, call me "baby", Run her hands through my hair. She'll know me crazy, soothe me daily. Better yet, she wouldn't care.”

“This is how you get cooties,” you laughed, pointing the straw at his face in an accusing manner. “Disgusting,” Pedro agreed with a grin, pulling the straw from your fingers. Then, he stuck them in his drink, ignoring your betrayed looks. “Asshole,” you scolded with a chuckle

“You know, about three years ago, we sat right there?” His finger pointed to the bar at the end of the street where you used to work. Having now been together for more than two years, you quit your job soon after, noticing the publicity wasn’t working for your job. It wasn’t helping the bar and it wasn’t helping you. You remembered how guilty Pedro had felt when you told him, even after you had reassured him how you knew this going into the relationship. It was all the more reason for him to spoil you even more now.

“I think we caused the manager to grow grey hair prematurely,” you confessed, forcing another chuckle out of his throat. “That may have been my fault.” He added. “I walked into that bar to get a moment of peace. And that’s where I found you.”

“We'll steal her Lexus, be detectives, Ride 'round picking up clues.”

You smiled at him, fondly remembering that moment. “You could have had any model or superstar, and you choose someone who catered to local drunks.” “An important job,” Pedro added in a joking voice. You joined him: “I’m sure there are some who would agree with you on that.”

From over the table, his hand found yours, squeezing it fondly. “I don’t think I would want any model or superstar now that I know what I could have missed.” “Sap.” You interrupted, yet you returned his affectionate gesture all the same, silently letting him know you were appreciative of his words.

“I’m glad you walked in too,” you admitted. “Even though I had no idea what to say to you.” “You said the right thing,” he assured. “Besides, who else would I bully paparazzi with?” As he said that, he waved to the man with the camera with an unenthusiastic expression.

And moments like these were a perfect depiction to him why it was you and would always be you. Even with cameras on him and his privacy being scarce, you remained beside him, taking it upon yourself to mess the pictures, sometimes marking them unpublishable due to certain symbols being made on them. You were his distraction and his moment of solitude. Perhaps he would have found it in anyone else, but he had no desire to figure that out. You were with him now, and he would hold onto that for as long as he could.

“We'll name our children, Jackie and Wilson. Raise 'em on rhythm and blues.”

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shiv roy x reader pls!! like i was thinking maybe angsty jealous shiv and then fluff at the end? i dont mind anything honestly i just want shiv x reader content

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a/n: omg i was so worried that nobody would request shiv so i was so happy when i saw these!! i hope you don’t mind i combined the two!! kinda ended angstier than i intended too

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Shiv Roy had a meticulous morning routine that she followed every day without fail. She woke up at 5:00 (exactly half an hour before Tom), got changed, brushed her teeth, and went on a run. After about 3 miles, and when she knew Tom had left for work, she returned home and ate breakfast while scrolling through work emails and current headlines. This morning, however, her usually peaceful routine was interrupted. By you.

As the woman ate her breakfast bar and scrolled through various news articles she couldn't help but notice your name-making and appearance. At first, it wasn’t anything out of the ordinary, your family owned one of the biggest fashion houses in the country so it wasn’t a surprise that some blog would write an occasional fluff piece about the outfit you wore to fashion week or speculations about your relationship with some model or actor. And although she would never dare admit it, she would secretly save everyone to read later. But it wasn’t until she saw your name plastered on an article headline written by her very own family’s news company that her attention was caught. The article detailed that your father had announced his anticipated retirement and you would be inheriting the family company and sole CEO.

You had met Shiv and college, you wish you could say the two of you hit it off instantly, but you both knew it was from the truth. You both came from wealthy families and were used to having to fight viciously to get a spot at the table, so naturally, an unspoken rivalry formed between you, and the constant need to outdo and impress the other grew. However as your professors began to notice this competition, the more they would pair up the two of you, and eventually over the four years, your rivalry melted into something some might call a friendship. However the passion and intensity remained and it wasn’t easy to forget the late nights spent together fueled by wine and lust, the exam that you were supposed to be helping each other study for long forgotten.

But as graduation approached and the simplicity of the days on your college campus came to an end, so did your and Shiv’s complicated relationship. She met her prince charming, a wealthy boy from Minnesota named Tom, or as you liked to call him “farmer fuckface”. But Tom was doting, he put Shiv before everything and promised a life of stability. One that her father might be proud of. Tom was safe. Tom was everything you were not. This, however, still did not stop the twinge of hurt she felt reading about this news. She fucking the fact that she had to hear about your life in a newspaper instead of listening to you ramble and giggle endlessly while tangled in your sheets.

And just like clockwork, as she was fighting the urge to call you your name appeared on her home screen.

Hey, know it’s been a while but it would mean a lot if you came tonight. I miss you.

Shiv tried not to read into the last sentence of the message and instead clicked on the attached link you sent. It was an invitation to some party your company was throwing to celebrate your new position as CEO. If it was anyone else, she would of already politely rejected the invitation and made other plans for the evening. But it wasn’t. It was you. So she began to draft her text back.

I’ll check my calendar.

Much to Shiv’s dismay Kendall and Roman had also received invitations and insisted on coming with her. Shiv knew of her two brothers' motivations, both had been wanting to get into your pants since she first introduced you to them all those years ago and despite all the rejections they still seemed persistent.

Shiv Roy was not a naturally anxious person. You can’t be, not when you go into countless business meetings every day filled with dozens of perverted old men just waiting for you to screw up and more focused on your tits that the words coming out of your mouth. But tonight her stomach was erupting in butterflies.

Right as they walked in, Roman b-lined to the open bar, and Kendall mumbled something about finding Stewy, which left Shiv standing in the middle of your party all by herself.

“What’s a gorgeous lady like yourself standing here all alone?”

she could recognize your teasing voice from miles away. Shiv practically snapped her head around to see you, looking as gorgeous as ever, except now more mature and adult than she remember.

“Bonnie,” you breathed, Shiv’s heart surged at the nickname you gave her years ago after finding out her full name, Sibohan, “fuck I missed you”. You engaged the redhead in a tight hug, one that Shiv hesitantly accepted.

Once you released, Shiv cleared her throat, “Yeah I..Fuck yeah I missed you too”

“Come on let’s get you a drink”

At the bar, Shiv was impressed when you still remembered her order.

“So, I’m surprised you came”

“Oh yeah, why’s that?”

“You’ve been avoiding me”

Shiv scoffed “I have not been avoiding you”

“Come on, you have to, ever since the wedding” you, of course, referencing Shiv’s wedding to Tom. “Speak of the devil, where is farmer fuckface”

Shiv chucked at your endearing nickname for her husband, “He’s you know, working”

“I see” you took a sip from your martini “I’m surprised he let you come here by yourself”

“What do you mean?”

“I think you know exactly what I mean” You peered up at her from your martini glass with a smirk. “Right well, I think I should make rounds” You fixed your hair and chugged the last bit of your drink.

“Ah right you’re a busy CEO now aren't you” Shiv smiled, “I’ll see you later”.

Shiv watched you as you made your way around the room, greeting your guests and graciously thanking them for coming to your party. She couldn’t help a twinge of jealousy watching a bunch of strangers receiving your attention and loving praise. Her final straw was when she watched Kendall march up to you. You of course greeted him with a kind hug, one that lasted a bit too long for Shiv’s taste. She watched as he made you laugh and grazed your arm with his own. It used to be amusing to watch her brothers pathetically flirt with you all those years ago because she knew you were hers. But now it just made a pit form at the bottom of her stomach.

Shiv chugged the last bit of the champagne she had been nursing and made her way to you. She abruptly grabbed your hand, muttering some lame excuse to Kendall about needing you for some “girl emergency” and dragged you to the nearest bathroom.

Her lips were on yours the moment she locked the door, and your hands wasted no time getting lost in her short hair.

“Aw what’s a matter Shivy, got a little jealous out there” you pouted her lip at her

“Oh fuck off” she murmured as you began to leave kissing down her neck, to her collarbone.

“Missed this, missed you”. You felt Shiv’s hands begin to trail down your back, slowly unzipping your dress “Wait, fuck” you mumbled against her lips “What about Tom?”

“I’ve talked to him”

“About us?” you raised a brow.

“No, well, no not exactly. I’ve told him I want a more open relationship,” she stated matter-of-factly.

“Wow, who knew Shiv Roy was so progressive” You started to kiss her again “What’s next, buying a van and starting a nomadic life?”

“Oh shut up” you could practically feel her eyes rolling, “and since when did you ever care about Tom?”

You looked up at her once more, “I just-” you paused, “Fuck, never mind”. You caved and reunited her lips with yours.

You realized this was a battle you were not going to win anytime soon. Before Shiv was your “Bonnie”, she was always going to be “Shiv Roy of Waystar Royco”, and your relationship just didn’t fit into that part of her life. Neither of you was ready to admit how much you meant to one another, so you would just pretend that it didn’t matter. And you figured if you got burned, at least you were electrified.

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