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kissesfrombangtanatnight · 2 months

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Jey (Part 2)

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"Shut the hell up with that Jey. You know damn well I'm in this 100%. I would never love another man the way I love you. We've been through too much to get to where we're at. Look, the owner of the club said if he or one of his workers finds it, they'll call. I gave them my number and yours. So please calm down." It's a long while before he begins talking again. He laughs sarcastically as he rubs his beard.

"Oh yeah he called me and I went to pick it up this morning." You felt relief in your chest.

"....Well that's good, where is it so I can put it on?"

"You're not getting it back." Your mouth fell.

"What do you mean I'm not getting it back? You gave it to me Jey."

"Exactly. I gave it to you and you took it off, so clearly you don't want to wear it. You wanna be Miss Single."

"Joshua you are being fucking childish."

"Okay y/l/n." He says calling you by your last name that you dropped to add his, Fatu, to yours. You feel tears prick at the corners of your eyes as you turn away from him.

"You're such an asshole." You mumble lowering your voice. Not wanting him to hear the tremble in your voice now.

"Yeah whatever y/l/n, when you're ready to be a wife, then you can get it back."

Shaking your head, you turn your body completely away from him and stare out the window. You lightly dab at the corner of your eye as a tear slipped. His grip on the steering wheel doesn't loosen as he continues on down the road. Both of your minds clouded and emotions through the roof.

That afternoon

The day was slowly ending as all the family sat around several tables placed in Mama Fatu's backyard. The family had gathered to have a big BBQ. When you and Jey had arrived earlier, he kept up that same distant behavior. It was honestly getting on your nerves now. You wish he'd forgive you, but that man was stubborn. If he felt your loyalty was in question, he'd let you know how he felt. But he should know better. You loved him to death and would never sabotage your relationship with him for some random guy.

Right now though, the ladies all moved into the living room while the fellas stayed outside playing cards. The kids were downstairs in the basement hanging out and having fun amongst themselves. You sat across from Trinity as you sipped from your wine glass slowly. You weren't really engaging in the conversation, too focused on your husband. You could see him through the window having a good time as per usual. That beautiful smile on his face made you mad. Why couldn't he be like that with you?

"Y/n? Y/n you heard me?" You snap out of it to see Trinity staring at you as the others engaged in separate small talk.

"Huh?"

"I said come with me to the kitchen to fix more drinks. " You knew that was code for something else. But you don't hesitate and walk with her into the kitchen just as laughter erupts amongst the men outside. You sigh as you begin fixing more drinks absentmindedly.

"Girl what's going on? You look upset. Talk to me." She says popping some skittles into her mouth. You begin to explain to her what was going on. She said nothing, only her eyes stretching then going back to normal, shaking her head or pouting.

"And now he's been giving me the silent treatment. Girl I don't know what to do. I didn't think it'd upset him this much."

"I remember when that happened to me chile. He was talking bout pulling out divorce papers. Told him that mess was not funny. I know how you feel."

"How did y'all reconcile? Cause I don't think I could go another day with him being this pissed." You look out the window to see him concentrating on the card game in front of him. He looked so damn good. And even though the sun was beginning to set, his skin still glistened. Not to mention the shirt had came off, exposing his beautiful tattoos. He'd recently got a tattoo with your initials just below his rib cage. Just looking at him was getting you excited and it didn't help that he was manspreading. Long story short, your man was blessed.

"Honestly? I just had to suck up to him. He's honestly a big teddy bear, with the right words and moves, he was good. If not, make him realize what he's missing with all that unnecessary anger." She smirks. You look at him momentarily to see him flex his muscles and you could've dropped down right then and there.

"You think that'll work?"

"Girl yes, men love that kind of attention." She shrugs with a laugh. Then a idea popped into your head, it was crazy yes, but you were sure it'd get him riled up. You take the drinks you fixed and placed them on the coffee table in the living room before excusing yourself. You walk down the hall into the guest bathroom. Looking at yourself in the mirror, you bit your lip unsure.

What if it doesn't work? Is this really appropriate?

Fuck it.

You pull your dress up over your ass and slide your panties down and finally off. You spread your thighs and take a few pics. Almost slipping on your underwear, you pull your dress down and lean against the sink scrolling through the pics. Satisfied with about three, you walk out and stroll back downstairs. You were a bit nervous, but you couldn't wait to see his reaction. You sit back down on the couch and just listen to the conversations the ladies were having. You darken your phone screen not wanting anyone to catch a glimpse of what you're about to do. You hide your smirk behind your wine glass as you find his name in your phone, Zaddy Fatu with the heart eye emojis. You find the perfect picture and hit send.

You were a bit nervous as it's been a while since you and Jey did something like this, but fuck it. You were in the mood for games and games you would play. Through hooded eyes, you out to him on the patio. You watch as he reached for his phone in his pocket. You almost burst into laughter seeing his eyes stretch and the deck of cards in his hands almost dropping to the floor. You could see Jimmy beside him glaring and yelling something, they must be card partners. He looks up at you shaking his head momentarily and mumbling the words don't.

But he should know by now, you don't always listen. You send a second pic. He begins to shift in his chair uncomfortably. His legs begin to bounce as he rubbed his hands up and down his legs in an attempt to ease the growing boner in his joggers. He was glad they were black or else they probably would've exposed him. Rubbing a hand down his face in frustration, he licks his lips as he glares at you through the window. You just wave your hand before popping a grape into your mouth. You were enjoying this. You finally send the last pic, which was ten times worse than the first two, in the most torturous way. He mouthed the word fuck, as he finally got up, not being able to handle anymore teasing. He doesn't walk into the house though, you watch as he walks across the yard and disappears.

Seconds later, your phone dings signaling a text from him.

Come here.

~Zaddy Fatu

Read at 9:45PM

You were going to make him wait just a while longer. No way were you giving in that easily. You went back to eating some fruit when your phone vibrated a second time. You almost choked on your pineapple slice seeing a pic of him with his dick in his hand.

I said come here.

~Zaddy Fatu

Fuck it, your man needs you and sure as hell wasn't about to pass this up. Excusing yourself, you walk out of the front door and down the driveway. He was lucky it was darker now and that he parked alongside the street. You make your way to the car, where he was obviously waiting in the backseat.

Hopping in, he wastes no time attaching your lips to his. So much fire was behind that kiss, your skin feeling like it was heating up. You moan into his mouth feeling his erection press between your middle. Not breaking the kiss, he pulls your dress up, reaching under your and sliding two fingers into your already wetness.

"Shit Jey." You moan breaking the kiss, mouth forming an o as your close your eyes in bliss.

"Damn baby you're soaking and I've barely touched you." He smirked curling his fingers inside of you moving them in a rapid pace. The sounds of your wetness filling the car. You tangle your fingers in his wet hair as you connect your lips with his again as he continued working on you. Your tongues wrestle against each others as you fight for dominance but in the end, he won. It was getting sloppy, saliva sliding down the side of your mouth, but you could care less.

"Jey baby please, I'm about to-" Not being able to finish a sentence, your walls tighten around his fingers and you squirt all over the front of his joggers.

"Fuck baby."

"I'm sorry." You giggle as you lift yourself momentarily to slide his joggers down. "I'd love to continue with the foreplay Jey, but we don't have that much time and they're gonna wonder where we're at. Just fuck me already." You tell him. You let the backseat back as far as it'll go. You switch positions as he puts you on your stomach getting behind you. You throw your braids over your looking at him biting your lip.

"Say less mama." He says aligning himself at your entrance. He grips your hip with one hand and the other, pushing himself into slowly causing you both to let out a groan. "Shit girl." He grunts. Finding a rhythm, he sticks with it thrusting into you hard and fast.

"Oh my god Jey! I love it baby!" You moan out as he thrusts upwards into you mercilessly. You hang on to the seat for dear life as the sounds of your love making fill the car once again.

"Fuck! Yeah yeah yeah-" You deepened the arch in your back as his thrusts seemed to get harder.

"Shit, you gon learn not to disrespect me. Say sorry." He grunts reaching over and grabbing the back of your neck. You were completely at his mercy. But you didn't care, you'd submit to him any day.

"Ah ooo baby I'm sorry. I'm sorry!" You scream out feeling every inch of him as your walls tighten around him.

"Say it like you mean it." He demands smacking your ass hard.

"I'm sorry daddy! I'm so sorry ahhh!" It's been a while and lord knows you've missed the feel of your husband inside you. You tried reaching back to get him to ease up, but that only fueled the beast inside him. He was gonna fuck the shit outta you.

"Nuh uh, you gon take this dick baby." He said as you cry out again and again.

Reaching around, he grabs you by the neck drawing you to his chest but not ceasing his movements. You rest your head against his shoulders, eyes rolled back. You were in a daze.

"Baby, I got something for you." He moans into your shoulder. Through hooded eyes, you catch a glimpse of something shiny in his free hand.

Your ring.

"Mmmmm Jey give me my ring." You moan feeling your climax building. He let your neck go as you fall forwards. You take your ring from his hand.

"Put that shit on Mrs. Fatu." He demanded reaching between your legs and rubbing your clit. You felt like you were seeing stars.

"Baby I-ooo, I'm gonna cum. Shitshitshit!"

"Come on this dick baby fuck." Your orgasm hits you like a thousand waves. You spill all over him and on his thighs. "Damn I'm cummin. Fuck!" He groaned reaching his own high, coating your soft walls.

You collapse onto your stomach trying to catch your breath. He falls beside you looking down at your fucked out state.

"Keep that shit on y/n. I gave it to you because I see myself spending the rest of my life with you. That ring symbolizes my love for you and only you."

"I know baby and I'm sorry. I love you." You say stretching up to kiss his lips.

"I love you too. Now hurry up cause my mama walking down the driveway prolly wondering what the hell we doing." He laughs.

"Oh shit!"

A.N. Hope you all enjoyed! ♥️

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sports-on-sundays · 8 months

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everyone can see he looks at you like you're the world, but you don't even know it / landoscar

Summary: Lando x Oscar - Lando being stupid and Oscar being lovestruck basically.

Warnings: Uh none??? Maybe light mention of violence. Maybe some could be supposed as a bit of angst.

Requested: Surprise surprise- no

Author's Note: Usually won't be writing ships but I had to get it out of my system. Might not be my best work but I really just had to write some Landoscar. Enjoy, fellas.

Oscar watched as Lando kidded with Carlos, feeling strange flutters in his chest whenever Lando laughed with his friend or did something goofy.

He was so fixed on Lando, he didn't even see, hear, or register that the former McLaren driver Lando was conversing with could clearly see him gazing as he was.

"Lando, look at the way your teammate looks at you," was immediately what Carlos said, always taking any opportunity to tease Lando.

"Hm?" Lando asked, in confusion, glancing around. "Where is he?"

Carlos gestured with his chin discreetly, and Lando glanced behind him.

And his eyes met the big brown ones of his teammate in McLaren. And right away, as soon as their eyes met, Oscar's flitted down to the ground. He stuffed his hands in his pockets, his brown eyelashes covering his downward facing eyes like curtains. As he sped up, to Carlos, the pink on Oscar's cheeks was unmistakable. But to Lando, it was nonexistant.

Lando looked back to Carlos, grinning as his eyebrows scrunched up, "What? Were you trying to trick me, mate-"

Carlos chuckled, shaking his head, "You're so oblivious."

"Sorry, what?"

"Got to go. Ferrari team is calling."

"Carlo-"

"Adios!" he called, before walking off.

Oscar rounded the corner, but he had heard it all.

It was impossible. In interviews the glances Oscar caught himself giving. 'Accidentally' bumping shoulders with him was difficult not to do. He wanted to be near him. He loved talking with him. So many of the things he did were so funny and...

God.

No, he didn't think Lando was stupid at all. He wasn't trying to let Lando know the strange feelings welling up inside him. No, he didn't want him to know. Because they were weird. They were teammates more than friends. And friends more than... more than anything other than that... And Lando probably isn't... like that.

He didn't know he was into guys, either, until Lando.

(Okay well maybe Logan was really his first crush but he really refused to admit that he still found Logan cute.)

But no, it wasn't Lando that was stupid. It was himself.

He was acting like a kid in school with a stupid crush who had no control over his emotions. What the hell was up with that, he did not know. But control in this subject was not a skill he could grasp.

"Oscar!" said his teammate as Oscar felt his hand grasp his shoulder. Oscar looked over his shoulder, his nose suddenly inches from Lando's.

"You're in a good mood," Oscar observed at the grinning twenty-three year old.

Lando shrugged. "Why not? How are you?" The two McLaren drivers stood, getting some morning coffee together.

"Oh, I'm fine..." Oscar murmured, pouring coffee into his mug.

"Oh, I'm fine..." Lando randomly mimicked, exaggerating Oscar's tone of voice and (in Lando's perspective) Australian accent.

Oscar smiled, looking up, meeting his eyes, Lando grinned, being silly. Being silly on purpose, with the intention to make Oscar laugh. He could always make Oscar laugh, and just the fact that doing that didn't make Oscar chuckle suggested unconciously to Lando that something bothered his mate. Curiously, he'd found himself starting to pick up the little things about Oscar, quicker than he had with either of his other teammates.

"What's up, Oscar?"

"Nothing much, wh-"

"No, like, how are you this morning?"

Oscar was taken off guard by the sudden seriousness in his teammate's voice. He looked up, and felt his stomach lurch as he stared at Lando. He scanned his face- which was quite handsome to be honest- and their eyes met.

He's so serious, but I can't tell him what's really bugging me.

Because he's bugging me.

Oscar swallowed, which Lando saw. "I'm good, as I already said. Sorry if I seem a little tired... Didn't sleep well and I have a lot on my mind."

Lando studied the younger man, before saying, "Obviously we're just teammates, but every single little personal thing can affect racing and performance- so if you ever need to get anything off your chest-"

He cares. He cares so much. "Thanks, Lando, really, I'm fine," Oscar interrupted curtly, before grabbing his drink and turning on his heel, walking out of the room.

"Look at this," one of Oscar's friends laughed. "What the hell are these fans?"

"Most of the time I try to avoid the really strange ones-" Oscar abruptly stopped talking when he saw what was on his mate's phone. His nose crinkled up and his cheeks grew red, and as anger seeped in, so did embarrassment.

"What the hell is right. Why do you seek out this stuff?"

His friend chuckled. "Your reaction is funny." His friend had shown him a post, made by some dumb fan who likely needed a life. A picture of himself and Lando, with simply the caption, 'Oscar looks at Lando like he's the world, and neither of them realize it.'

Why do fans-

No way.

That's not real.

Looking at the picture made the Austrialian's stomach lurch. Because he sort of got what the fan was saying.

"Dude, Oscar, you'll never guess what Alex said the other day," Logan laughed. The two twenty-two year olds walked down the paddock together.

"You're right, I won't guess. What did he say?" As they walked, Oscar instinctively waved to Lando the moment he saw him.

Logan waited a few seconds, before saying, "That's funny, too."

"What?"

"It was about Lando. Because, you know, they know each other well enough. Rookies together and everything. Like you and me."

"Sure..." Oscar always was careful, hesitating when talking about Lando with others. He was mindful to never bring him up and always say as little as possible about him. No one could know how much he felt obsessed with the other McLaren driver.

"He was like, 'Have you see the way Oscar looks at Lando? It's like he's an angel or something. And trust me, Lando is not an angel.' Or he said something like that. I was like, 'Yeah I guess.' But really I thought about it and you probably just... What?"

Oscar had accidentally sighed a little too loud. "Nothing. That's just not the first time I've heard something like that. But continue on-"

"Yeah, well, I was thinking that you probably just have those type of eyes that show your feelings. Like right now." Logan and Oscar looked at each other's eyes.

"Hmmm?"

"Your eyes always show when you like someone a lot. I mean I'm sure you've got other friends and you look the same way, or, like, at your mom."

"What brings you to that conclusion?" Oscar asked carefully.

"Well, because, Alex is right. That's not just your constant look in your eyes. It took me a second to realize that, though, because you look at me with the same look. Which is nice, buddy." He made a silly grin.

Logan was really lame and cheesy. Or at least Oscar thought so.

(But he was also cute.)

And it was unfortunate he wasn't just slightly more stupid.

Oscar's eyes flitted to the ground of the paddock. I really am terrible at hiding it, aren't I? Logan's saying my eyes betray me. Isn't it curious only I get that look in my eyes when it's Lando or Logan?

It honestly really stressed Oscar out, and it was getting tiring to pretend nothing was wrong.

No matter how much I watch my words, everybody knows because of my stupid eyes. May as well gouge them out.

Oscar was tired after the Japanese Grand Prix. Lando spraying him with champagne on that podium. It was... amazing.

A moment he'd never, ever forget.

But now he was tired. So, so tired.

Suddenly, though, he turned, hearing a door swing behind him in the McLaren hall. His eyes met Lando's, and his heart involuntarily started to beat faster as Lando made his way down the hall toward him.

"Oscar," he said simply, grinning widely in the way he did. The moment he reached him though, Lando, with no more thought and one purpose, suddenly threw his arms around Oscar.

It wasn't just any hug. Lando hugged him tightly, his chest pressed against Oscar's. For a moment, Oscar was too shocked to move. Can he feel my heart pounding? This far after the race, can I blame it on adreniline?

Oscar finally awkwardly, stiffly, wrapped his arms around the British driver back, the hug lasting too long for... anything close to regular.

Finally Lando spoke, breaking the terrible silence. Still, he spoke soft. Almost gentle. The concept of Lando speaking gently to him... Oscar had to admit... he liked it. "You've seemed off lately. I hope this... I hope this makes you feel better, these podiums..."

And your hug.

Oscar relaxed slightly, his muscles become less tense as his arms rested more closely against Lando's back. He was warm, and emotions from Lando flowed into Oscar. It was comforting, despite also being unnerving for Oscar. He practically choked on the words, and even coughed, but got out awkwardly, "Why- Why do you care so much?"

Lando sighed. "Because we're teammates. And I like you..." Oscar felt heat on his face and surprised butterflies as Lando pulled away.

Lando gave him a cute smile, before starting to walk down the hall past him. On his way past, he patted Oscar's back, and as he walked off, called, "And, besides, that's what friends are for!"

Right.

That's what friends are for.

As Oscar glanced back over his shoulder for one more glimpse of Lando, he felt cut to pieces. And alone.

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leonenjoyer69 · 22 days

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Both your OCs occupy space in my mind lol I love both Harry and Elias. Would you mind giving some more rambles please and thank you? About either one. I just love learning more about them.

VJEKBKDKF TYSM, I'M GLAD YOU LIKE THEM :D it makes me very happy to know that people enjoy my ramblings and art of my lil fellas :3 (also, all you sweet anons are gonna be the death of me with your mysterious identities!)

(SUB NOTE: if anyone ever has any ideas at all or art requests or something for either of my sillies PLEASE don't hesitate to bring them up I would literally love hearing any suggestion or answering any question ever)

Anyways!!! I've actually been waiting to drop a bunch of stuff on these fellas that I've been talking about with some folks on Discord (which y'all can also ask for if you wanna talk to me on there I LOVE TALKING TO YOU GUYS), so thank you for granting me the perfect opportunity >:3 so, without further ado, I shall begin:

First of all, i just wanted to drop my height HCs bc,,,, why not lmao

I can't exactly visualize heights very well in my mind so these may be a wee bit too tall, idk, but yeah! I think giving Hyde an extra half inch would be funny bc you KNOW that mf would just round up lmao. Elias is a bit taller than Hyde, which Hyde kinda hates sometimes, itty bitty fella.

Anyways!! Harry is first up for rambling bc I have less for him rn lmao. I don't remember if ive mentioned it much before on here, but I know I included it in the fic i did for him, and that's his Scottish accent :3 we as a fandom don't write Jekyll's accent enough so I like projecting it onto injured Hyde and now Harry 😌 MORE SCOTTISH JEKYLL PLEASE-

Harry didn't really have to worry about keeping face in the mindscape (except for when around Mind Lanyon, who would pester tf out of him over it) so he fell back to at LEAST having an accent. He partially fell back on it because 1, it made him feel a wee more comfortable, and 2, because of how often he revisited memories from university (specifically during his and Lanyon relationship ofc), so he's used to hearing himself speaking with at least a drawl.

But yeah, that accent kinda sticks with him when he gains control and he has quite a hard time shaking it, which makes for some fun interactions, like when Lanyon's trying to break down his office door :3333

I believe I've mentioned this, but Harry is very very sensitive to most physical sensations (touch, pain, etc.) and has some light and sound sensitivities for a decent bit after gaining control. Because of how long he spent in the mindscape with numbed senses, It really messed with him to suddenly have control again. Eventually he starts getting used to it again, but for the first few days he's practically on the edge of a mental breakdown at every moment. He's also super jumpy from it (and from the ungodly paranoia he got from the mindscape lmao) and is quite firmly "no touch" for about a week (except for when he initiates stuff with Lanyon). Once he gets used to it tho his touch starved ass is a lot more affectionate and such.

One last thing for him! He's also far more sensitive to hunger and thirst sensations/pain, so he tends to take far better care of their body while in control. It took him a short while to get used to eating and drinking again, but he's more than happy to do it, not realizing how much he had missed it. Plus, he's seen how horrible Jekyll and Hyde would take care of themselves, so he certainly doesn't want their neglect to be his downfall. He's also a bit more sensitive to being tired, but can't sleep very well (especially without Lanyon) because of paranoia and nightmares.

OKAY, NOW, onto Elias!! Most all this stuff is from a discord convo that I didn't feel like rewording, so... Sorry if the formatings weird 💀 (questions are indented and italicized, as well as abbreviated)

OKAY SO, For how Henry (or whoever) convinces Elias to switch back:

Elias usually throws some sort of fit when he's initially order to switch back (except for the very rare instances where he's actively wanting to switch back, like when everyone's busy and he starts getting lonely anyways), though most the time he'll simmer down when Henry starts sorta begging or when either Henry or Lanyon (or very occasionally Hyde) lowkey bribe him. Usually Henry (or Hyde) will bribe him with physical touch/affection (hugs, cuddling, kisses, stuff like that), or bonding time, like going out and doing things together and such (or just doing stuff together at the society, like watching Henry do science or doing paperwork 💀). (Also, sometimes Jekyll will just get somewhat impatient and start asking more desperately and the guilt kinda gets to Elias, Henry usually feels bad about it tho) otherwise, Lanyon will bribe him (quite grudgingly, might I add) with more time out, going to the park with Elias in shadow form and talking, or letting him get a gift for Jekyll or Hyde. But yeah, Elias is lowkey like a little affectionate, overactive puppy :3

[...] I misread "letting him get a gift for Jekyll or Hyde" as "letting him get a gift FROM Jekyll or Hyde" and swore for a moment that sometimes Jekyll/Hyde sent gifts to Elias but Lanyon stole them [... ]

LANYON WOULD TOTALLY STEAL ELIAS'S STUFF TO USE AS BARGAINING LEVERAGE 💀 but yes, bribery is the go to, this guy does NOT like being locked away, so when he does it's either out of guilt or he's getting something out of it, hehe

[...] Imagine that since Lanyon is probably taller than elias, he just hides some lf his stuff on higher places so that he cannot reach them, I feel like Elias would annoy the hell out of him so that he stops doing it though (Lanyon puts them back where they where, and when Elias isn't there, he just hides them again) also, I just imagined Jekyll like guilt tripping or manipulating him so that he drinks the potion

Oh he absolutely would, Lanyon would have a whole "confiscated" shelf for it too, and Elias would definitely whine about it with sooo much persistence. AND JFKGKKF YEAH JEKYLL WOULD 😭😭 both out of selfishness and not, since he still hasn't tested how the formula behaves when an alter ego is out for prolonged amounts of time, and sometimes he just wants Robert back.

Jekyll likes Elias, he just has more of a preference for Lanyon. Jekylls probably also got a bit less patience for Elias's whining after dealing with Hyde's for so long lmao, he always feels kinda bad about being mean or anything to Elias tho, since it's kinda his fault that Lanyon split.

Would Lanyon ever like bother Elias with the fact that Jekyll likes him better?? Like maybe, at one point he just gets too tired of him wanting to hang out with Jekyll and says to him that Jekyll just deals with him out of pity, and like Elias then just feeling kinda bad about it and wondering if Jekyll actually likes him??

If Lanyon's feeling especially spiteful and annoyed, probably, but also Elias worries about that enough on his own and bothers Lanyon with all his self deprecating thoughts anyways 💀

How does Hyde feel about Elias?

He's generally guilt free about the whole "splitting Lanyon" thing and /gen likes Elias way more than he likes Lanyon lmao. He still gets that sorta bitter anger and resentment when he looks at Lanyon, but he doesn't get that with Elias. Hyde kinda thinks that Elias is all the best parts of Lanyon (Except for Elias's emotional sensitivity sometimes, but Hyde deals. He feels surprisingly bad when he upsets Elias..) But yeah, Elias is most of the reason why Hyde is complacent enough to actually kinda lay low after messing up Blackfog and stuff, so Jekyll certainly likes Elias for keeping Hyde somewhat in check lmao

And that's everything I have for this!!! Thank you so much for the ask :D

#answered asks #oc: elias wright #oc: “whole” jekyll #jekyll and hyde #tgs #the glass scientists #my ramblings #lanyon takes the potion au

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manicplank · 4 months

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This might be a weird ahh prompt, but I was wondering how the Pizza Tower fellas would react when they enter in a giggling/laughing fit. You know, those in where you try to stop laughing but fail miserably (It happened to me recently at 5 AM so yea-)

Also I love your blog so much bye <3

I know exactly what they're talking about and I love it

Laughing fits

Peppino: He probably heard or saw something really stupid and can't stop thinking about it. Every time he almost stops laughing, it pops in his head again, and he bursts out in laughter. He'd be on his hands and knees with tears in his eyes. As soon as it goes quiet, he thinks about it again and screams with laughter.

Gustavo: Giggles a lot. Laughs until he can't breathe, catches his breath, then starts laughing again. His jolly little laugh turns into wheezing as he gasps for air. He ends up rolling around with his hands on his belly, kicking his little legs around.

Mr. Stick: Starts laughing at whatever he finds funny. His laughter is contagious, even to himself, and it just leads to even more laughter. Imagine Waluigi going "he he he he HA HA HA". It's hard not to laugh at that. He kicks and stomps his feet trying to cope with the silliness.

Pepperman: I imagine he has a dumb laugh similar to Patrick Star's. He painted something stupid and can't get over how dumb it is. He'd probably end up falling and rolling around. It's not even funny. He just has no sense of humor.

The Vigilante: Instead of his normal laugh, he's wheezing. He heard someone fall over drunkenly at the saloon and just couldn't hold his laughter in. It gets funnier every time he thinks about it. Funniest thing he's seen in a while. He might also be a little bit drunk.

The Noise: He's absolutely laughing at one of his own jokes with Noisette. He's laughing so hard that it's silent. He's rolling on the floor and slapping his knee. He tries to collect himself, but as soon as he does, he bursts out laughing again.

Noisette: Laughing at the stupid joke Noise told. She's on the floor curled up. Her stomach hurts from laughing, but she just can't stop. She's wheezing uncontrollably with gasps for air interrupting, she also laughs so hard she snorts. She tries to stop laughing but repeats the joke and loses her shit again.

Fake Peppino: He saw someone slip and fall. How silly! He laughs in reverse. When he laughs, his body moves like a cat who's about to throw up. He can't stop laughing! He gets the goggles for the rest of the day. Everything makes him laugh.

Pizzahead: Gets laughing fits quite often over the smallest of things. He finds The Noise especially entertaining as he can be incredibly clumsy. Once Pizzahead starts laughing, he can't stop for at LEAST an hour. He laughs so hard that he probably gurgles. He has the tendency to scream when he laughs, too.

Pillar John: He's a relatively silly guy despite how miserable he looks in the tower. His hatred for Pizzahead has its advantages. When Pizzahead gets hurt, it's HILARIOUS. He can't stop laughing, especially when Pizzahead scowls at him for thinking it was funny. The look on his face makes John laugh so hard that the tower shakes. (People in the tower thought it was an earthquake.)

Gerome: He doesn't laugh often. In fact, he has a broken sense of humor. There was one time Pizzaface slammed face down on Pizzahead and flattened him. It made Gerome laugh SO HARD that he fell on his back and needed help getting up. He still chuckles when he thinks of it.

#pizza tower #noise #the noise #headcanon #pizzahead #noisette #peppino #peppino spaghetti #fake peppino #pepperman #the vigilante #mr. stick #pillar john #pizza tower gerome #pizza tower gustavo

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Monkie Kid

season 4

episode 1

knox reaction

HECK

L- help that’s so funny i just started typing this and my youngest bro came up to me and went “shouldn’t you be watching monkie kid?” THE TIMING WAS IMPECCABLE I’M ON THE FLOORBG;SAKMF;AWLEF

ANYWAY HE’S RIGHT I SHOULD BE

I HAVE BEEN SITTING HERE SINCE EIGHT THIRTY AND IT’S ONE NOW AND EVERY TIME I THOUGHT ABOUT WATCHING I’D GET SO HYPE IT FELT LIKE I WAS GONNA IMPLODE BUT HECK IT HECK IT WE BALL, LETS ROLL I’M READY TO SCREAM AND CRY AND SOB AND WHAT THE HECK AM I GETTING IN FOR-

man i love this show this is insane

ALRIGHT

guys I haven’t even opened the file pls it’s just sitting there i’m cryiNGBG;ALAWFIAMWF

OKAY

OKAY I CAN DO THIS

(ajr bang song music) HERE WE G O

opened the file. I have accepted there’s no way i’m going to be normal about any of this

can i just say tho i’m impressed how quickly we got the english episodes season 3 was waiting months and avoiding spoilers was like walking through a minefield- wdym no i’m not stalling

HECK OKAY STARTING HERE WE GO

i have closed discord no longer distracted

OH GODS I PRESSED PLAY I;MGNSDF;LKMAFAWGBA;IOWMF

THEMESONG WTHEME SONG I’M GOINT GBDFBSALKFMA;OWIABG;IWEMF;AMF

I have

seen the theme that was shared last month but

oh man i am

i am still not normal

GUYS ITS GBSDFB;AWKMEFFL

CAN I PLS JUST

THE BEGINNING?? PLS??? THE GOING THROUGH VICTORIES THEY’VE HAD, THE LBD ONE I’M BGSDF;MAWOIEFMAF

AND NOW EVERYONE’S GOT THEIR JTTW COUNTERPARTS/PAST LIVES BEHIND THEM AND I AM MENTALLY ILL WHY IS EVERYTHING THIS SHOW DOES SO FREAKING PRETTY PLS I’M GBSDFLK;MA;GOINWFAMF AAAAAAAAAAAAAA

sorry going through it frame by frame we’ll be here a while I try and make it quick

I love how Zhu Bajie is holding a kitchen knife sir still cooks 10/10, hecking desert for Tang with ruins and HMBGSLDKFMAWEF SANDY, SANDY MY ABSOLUTE BELOVED, ALL THE SKELTONS IN THE BACKGROUND WITH HIM AND THE WILD RED HAIR DESIGN FOR SHA WUJING GIVES ME LIFE, MEI WITH THE DRAGON PALACE BEHIND HER I’M IN TEARS, AND THEN WE GET TO THE MONKEYS, AND THE SCROLL WINDING AROUND IN THE BACKGROUND I SWEAR IF THIS IS TIME TRAVEL, OR DELVING INTO SWK’S MEMORIES, OR GOING INTO THE BOOK I’M FLIPPING TABLES I HAVE SO MANY GUESSES AND I’M SURE NONE OF THEM ARE RIGHT SWK AND MAC HELLO DISASTER MONKEYS YOUR’E BEAUTIFUL HIS HAT HIS HAT I’M GONNA CRYGBLSAE;KFMAWEF

as you can see I am perfectly normal about this show LEGO Monkie Kid

lion fella looking at swk, hi you can tell the lion dude is a fave the way he’s drawn no fr literally just in the theme song he is so shaped, i’m sure he’s great but SWK BELOVED WITH HIS MONKEYS |;A;/ PLS THE SWORN BROTHERS ALL LAUGHING AND MESSING AND SWK LOOKING PASSED OUT ON THE TABLE PLS I’MGBNSDFLKAMWEO DBK’S SMILE FACING OFF AGAINST THE HELPGNDFL WITH NEZHA THERE AND AAAAAAAAAAAA MAC THERE AND AAAAAAAA

we’re cool we’re normal, i remember someone saying this was supposed to be like a filler season not so plot heavy or something, i call cap this is gonna emotionally destroy me i can already feel it

MK GETS LI’LL MECH IT LOOKS LIKE IT TELAPORTED THERE THAT MIGHT JUST BE FOR THE THEME SONG BUT THAT WOULD BE AWESOME IF HE LEARNS HOW TO DO THAT HELLO??

new outfits new outfits new outfits NEW OUTFITS NEW FITS NEW FITS NEW FITS

TANG GETTING A HAND OF HIS BUBBLE SPELL, PIGSY HYPE PIGSY HYPE PIGSY STANS WHERE WE AT, NAH I LOVE THIS DUDE SM, FATHER OF THE YEAR only Sandy could smile that brightly standing on a pile of bones and skulls i swear MY MANS WEARING HALF A SHIRT PLS BGS;LFKMAW;EOFIM

so hear me out, theory moment, all this dark looking fools with blue eyes, i swear they look like ink, ink from a book perhaps? maybe i book they get thrown into HECK IF I KNOW I’M JUST SO HYPED I SWEAR I’M SHAKING THEY HAVE THEIR WEAPONS HBGBSDF;AMWOEIMF SCREAAAMSSS fighting evil ink clones of their past lives? MK FACING OFF AGAINST MONKEY OFC I JUST AM SO FREAKING EXCITED I CANTBGL;SDFMAOI;EWFMASLKFAWOIEMKDSF

the jttw crew looks so freaking dope i love them

gosh this show’s animation is just FLYING BARK YOU HAVE MY ENTIRE SOUL NOTHING BUT MAD RESPECT AND GRATEFULNESS FOR MAKING THIS HIGH QUALITY OF ANIMATION

okay okay theme song over, i managed to have that only take up like… less space than ses 3 I’M DOING GOOD SEE GSDBFA;LKFMEWOFIAMFKLAF

okay actual episode time I’m gonna cry when i hear any of them i’mgbkl;fma;owef

oh ohhh hello hellloooooo hello mysterious swooshy beginning hiiii

OH OH

IS THIS

THIS LOOKS LIKE THE UNDERWORLD

HELLO??

ALL THE LITTLE FLOATY LIGHTS IS THIS THE UNDERWORLD??? DEATH?? HI? ????

i’m normal i’m normal i’m normal i’m normal i’m normal i’m normal i’m normal

that’s a dope fit dude, i’m biased towards sick hoods tho i will say, looks like he has like an arrow on the back of his hand whats that i feel like i’m being presumptious assigning this dude as he- OH COME ON THAT’S SO DOPE THAT’S SUCH A COOL HEBGSFLKMAIOWEJFIAMFMMF HELLO ROOM FULL OF SPINNY THINGS IS THAT THE DEATH NAME BOOK\???? AAAAA

i’m jumping ahead might not be the underworld at all i could be wrong AAAAAAASCREAMSNGBSLK;DFMAWEF

SIR THE VIOLENCE OF THAT SPIN LIKE, THE HECKING FORCE OF SOMETHING LOOKING SO EASY AND IT SHAKES THE WHOLE FLOOR IS SOMETHING ALRIGHT I’M BGDS;LFMA;OEWF

AAAAA

AAAAAAAAAAA

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA AAAAAAAA AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

STIMMING STIMMING CHILLS I CAN’T TYPE I’M TOO BUSY STIMMINGBGFSDL;JFMA;WE SCREAMSNBSGSDKFLM SCREAMSBGSKMDFLM HELGGBBSKAMW;EF AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAQAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

nice transition i love this show i’m in pieces GLOWY LETTERS ITS THEY ITS THEM WHAT DOES THIS MEEEAAAANNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN

DOUBLE SNAKE

oh we have old lego people now hello gents NAH BUT THEIR BACKGROUND CHARACTER DESIGN IS ALWAYS SO FIRE

the trio of grandma’s my beloveds

PLS I CAN’T BEILEVE HOW DISGRUNTLED THIS ONE PERSON LOOKS AT BEING THROWN INTO THE AIR BGSLKF;MAWEMIF

have

kay

so so

so sooo so hey hi hello hi there i

i am smiling

so big rn sir

the grandmas mk MK

MY BOY

MY LAD

MY MAN

IT HE

I ADORE

YOU DON’T UNDERSTAND ITS HE

So i really love this funky monkie man, i adore him, he is serotonin, he is everything, he is so wonderful

OKAY AND THE SNAKES EXPRESSION IS SO FUNNY PLS, JUST *SWEATS* MASSIVE STAFF MY LAD IS DOING SO WELL I’MGBSDALKFMAWE

VOICE I

I NEED TO PRESS PLAY AGAIN I WANT TO HEAR HIM I WANTBG;LSDFMAWE I LOVE THIS FREAKING SHOW SOMEBDOY SEDATE ME BGDS;LFKMA;WEF

POWERFUL

HE IS BUT A LAD

HE IS T H E LAD

“GOOD MORNING LADIES”

PLS

YOU DON’T UNDERSTAND PLSBGB;SDFMA;OWIEFMAWENASNGWIEMFKSMF

HIS SMILE

HISBGSLKFMAWE

GOOD MORNIGN MK

WHAT A SWEETIE

PLS

ADOPTED GRANDMAS THANK YOU

MISS LADIES GM

I’M

I’M GOING TO START SOBBING I SWEAR HE IS EVERYHTINGBFMAOIAWJE;FAGBAEFMASF

POWERFUL LAD

HE IS NOTHING BUT VIBINGBSDF;LKAMWE

SELFIE

PLS HE’S TAKING SELFIES WITH THE GRANDMAS I’M BGSLFKM;AWE

THE BLEP

PLS

PLS HE’S SO WONDERFUL I AM NORMAL ABOUT THIS CHARACTER I SWEAR

JIN AND YIN

THE LADS

nice caps mates y’all stylin this season 10/10

OH THEIR SNAKE NICE

HELPGNSLFKMWE HAS THE STAFF

STILL TAKES THE VEHICLE

WHOAH

WHAT THE

SEARPENT SHEARS

FANCY

OH THEY’RE SO FANCY TODAY

THOSE ARE MASSIVE

PLS

MMEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII

MA’AM OF MY HEART

FIRE OF MY HEART

GIRL OF MY WORLD

WHAT WORDS BELVOED

BELOVED

SHE’S STYLIN IN A SHIP

PLS

PLS IT’S ALWAYS BREAKING DOWN

HER LAUGH

HER LAUGH IS EVERYHTINGSKFLSDMF

PRETTY NEW ROBE

OHH HELLO? HOW’D THEY GET HIS RING???

WHERE’D YOU GET ALL THESSENL;GMAWEF-

w wait

wait did they get them from monkey kings place? because if so that’d be really funnybGLKAMWEF

OKAY NAH THO THE “that we’ve SOMEHOW managed to steal” LIKE THEY DON’T KNOW HOW THEY DID IT EITHER I KNOW IT’S WRITING BUT ITS STILL SO FUNNY PLS BGS;LKFMWEA;IOFM

JUST THROWING THINGS

NOT EVEN USING THEM AS WEAPONS

JUST TOSSING THINGS

HELPGNSDLKFMWE

ESPLOSION

MEIIII

EMJIGNSFLKWEM

AAAAAAAAAAAA

CAN

I’M SO HYPE

PLS

LAD GETS A PERSONAL MECH

I’M GONNA CRY

LOOK HOW GOOD HE IS

nNICE CATCH MONKEY MAN

CAUGHT

SNATCHED

NOTHING DOING

EASY MEAL

RIP

BUGGAR

PLS

TEAM ATTACK

I’M GONNA CRY

YOU DID NOT NEED TO DESTROY THAT WHOLE BUIDLIGN PLS BGSLFMKAWE

AWAAA AAA PLLSSSS

THE CITY BEING HAPPY ABOUT HIM I’M

YES

DARN RIGHT

WONDER HOW LONG THAT’LL LAST I’M SORRYGBSF;KMAWEFMAS

SO MANY GRANNIES IN THIS SEASON AND I APPROVE

nice landing mates bG;ALKWEFM

COME ON THEIR SO SILLY AND EPIC I LOVE THEM SM MEI AND MK THE DUO EVER

get

pls its so easy

get BRICKEDBGSLKWEMF

GET BRIKED GET IT CAUSE

BRICK

ON HEAD

pls don’t kill me i’m doing my bestbG;LWAMERF;OAWEF

little groUP HUG

THE TIME FOR HUGS IS OVERGHLSKF

OH??

THEIR MANAGER????

THEIR MANAGER?????????

MK WERE U GONNA KILL THOSE SUCEKRS??

HELPGNSLFKMAWEF

IS THAT THEIR MOM OR AUNT OR SOMETHING??

DANG

AWAAA PLS

“i wasn’t ACTUALLY gonna slice and dice em i just thought we looked cool and edgy” actually your honour i adore him and he’s never done anything wrong in his life and he should get all of the hugs and money and everything in the world

MEI MY BELOVED

TAKING SELFIES

PLS

PLS THAT’S SO FUNNYGBSDFLKAWMEF

mans ready for edgy, i’m ready mei i can feel it its my emo goth girl phase

THEY HAVE PILES FOR DIFFERENT THREAT LEVELSGNSLDKFM PLS

;-;

my lad

my lad is so trauma

pls

he’s so traumatized

pls he needs therapy

I love him i’m so concernedbG;LKAWEF

SIR

SIR PLS

SHE’S CONCERENED

JUNK IN TRUNK

*looks at my bricked joke*

I can’t even judge him i do the same thing plsBGL;AKMEF

am i an Mk kinniebG;LKEWF;ONAWEIOFMWE IGNORE THAT MOVING ON WBK PROBABLYGBSL;FKMWAEF

IS HE OKAY?????

SIR????

ARE YOU ALRIGHT????

I DON’T THINK YOU ARE ALRIGHT

PIGSY

HELPGNBSLF;KMAWE

HELP I’M

PLS

PLS I’M GONANGBSADLKFMAW;EOF HEGBKLSFMEMFK WBGBS;LKDFA;WEIMF

WHEEZINGNSFKLMSDF

OH GODS WE’RE HALF DONE I’MBGBSDFLKAEW

PLS IT’S PIGSY

HE’S NOT EVEN PRETENDING TO DILVIER NOODLES ANYMROE

I’M NGONGDSLFAMOI;WEFMAFKH;GOIAWFEJE

STILL USES THE VEHICLE THO

i am

so in love with everything about this show pls

my concern for mk grows ARE YOU OKAY GOING BY YORUSELF?? ISSUES WITH THE MONKEY ?? ARE YOU OKAY?? TRUAMA AT THE MOUNTAIN?>? DEISAGREEMENTS WITH MONKEY KING STILL?? ARE THINGS AWKARD??? I’M SO CURIOUS PLS BGSLKFMAWEF PLS PLSGBSDLKFMWE

PLS DON’T STILL BE MAD AT HIIIMMMMMMMM

HE’S DOING HIS BEST MK PLS I’LL ONLY ACCEPT THIS OUTOCME IF THIS WHOLE SEASON IS JUST EXPLORING MONKEY KINGS TRUAMA ADN THEY ALL GO “OH TAHT’S WHY HE’S LIKE THIS” OKAY OKAY MOVING ON I’M PROBABLY WRONG I JUST LOVE THEM SO MUCHGBSDFLKAEW

i have

to pause this

every time

i hear one of their voices

every time

W WONDERFULGBDSFLKAMWE

MONKEY

IT HE

ITS HIM

IT IS THE MONKEY EVER

THE ONE AND ONLY

THE ABSOLUTE BEST MONKEY OF ALL TIME

THE MOMST TRUAMA

SIR HAS SO MUCH JUNK PLSBGSL;FM

I am so normal you guys I’m so normal about hearing Monkey King Mei Pigsy and Mk’s voices i’m so normal bG;LAWMEF;EWAMF

aALL THE LITTLE MONKEYSNGLKSFE

HELPGNDSLFKMAWEF

NEZHA’S GONNA FLIP WHEN HE HEARS I HAVE THISBGS;LKFMAWEAKGM NOT GONNA RETURN IT? I MEAN FINDERS KEEPERS RIGHT-

OH HE STYLIN

MATE HE STYLIN MONKEY KING IN CAPES BRUH THERE AIN’T NO OTHER

I’M

PLS

HE’S SO

PLS

ITS THE MONKEY GUYS WHAT ELSE DO I SAY

ITS HIM

WHEN IW AS YOUR AGEBGLD;FMA;WEFOIMAWEF

I’M

PLS

HE’S SO

HE IS

YES

I’M

I’M SO NORMAL I LOVE HIM

SIR SEEMS A BIT DETATCHED STILL OH YEAH SAVING PEOPLE YES THAT IS A THING YOU ALSO DO I REMEMBER PEOPELGBSLF;MAKWEF AND GIVING HIM PRAISE YES, PRAISE THE LAD TELL HIM HOW GOOD HE’S DOING DESERVED PLS I’MGBSDF;LKMAWE

SWINGING YOUR BIG OL TAIL AROUND TO GET WHAT YOU WANTED-

he is

so important to me you guys I have such brainrot over this monkey pls bGLKAMWEFAF

I WAS GOING TO SAY MAKING REGRETABLE LIFE CHOICES BUT BGS;LKFMA;WEFAG;WOAIEMFAWEF

y you

kinda already done

more for this world that i ever

;-;

pls

i’m

|;-;/

|;A;/

monk e y

OH MK PLS WDYM

OH WE

WE PLAYING THE BLAME GAME ARE WE

OH THEY’RE BOTH SO TRUAMATIZED AND MENTALLY ILL

THEY BOTH NEED THERAPY SO BAD

MONKEY KING BLAMING YOURSELF FOR IT ISNT’ GONNA HELP MK STOP BLAMING HIMSELF PLS MONKEY SEE MONKEY DO THEY WOULD HAVE FOUND WHAT THEY NEEDED ANYWAY PLS, MK IF YOU HADN’T SHOWN UP THEY WOULD HAVE GOTTEN THE STAFF STRAIGHT AWAY, LBD CLEARLY ALREADY HAD THE KEY THE MAYOR HAD IT, AND COME ON COME OOOONNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN MK PLS YOU GOTTA JUMP THROUGH SOME SERIOUS HOOPS TO SELF BLAME FOR THIS

i mean his teacher’s p good at doing that too it seems but BGLA;KMEF;OAWEF SHAKES THEM BOTH

YOU HECKING MENTALLY ILL MONKEYS

i adore them hanging out they mean everything to me I’m adoring how chill this starts out i feel like i’m about to be hit by a train of some kind bGLK;MAWEF

“come on bud you gotta learn to let that suff go” AND RISK LOOKING LIKE HE’S IRRESPONCIBLE AND DOESN’T CARE AT ALL LIKE YOU??? THIS IS A CHALLANGE SORRY I’M THINKING ABOUT MONKEY KINGS TRUAMA AND HOW BEING ALOOF AND LIKE HE DOESNT’ CARE HSA GOTTA BE THE ONLY WAY HE CAN LIVE WITH ALL THE STUFF THAT HE DID AND THE STUFF THAT WAS DONE TO HIM OKAY I’M NORMAL I’M NORMAL

BELIEVE ME I WASN’T ALWAYS THE EASIESTMKML

WHAT

BUT YOUR’E SO CUTE AND CHEEKY

PLS

MONKEYGBSDLFK;AW;OEFMAGH;IAOWENBG;OIWAEMF

“i know right??” PLS

PLS SIR

UR HONOUR I WILL NOW ONLY EVER DESCRIBE MONKEY KING AS CUTE AND CHEEKY /J /J /J

THE POINT IS

oh hi

hello

nah tho that’s

actually p decent advice ngl

<— number one rule is “leave it better than you found it” in dealing with everything

STILL GOTTA RECOVER FROM THE MESSUPS THO MONKEY KING

I CAN SEE WHY HE’S BEING LIGHT ABOUT IT-IS THAT THE MONA LISA BGS;JDLAKFMNA;WGB;OIAWEM;AWOEG;OIWEFGGBIO;MEF

MK HAVING TROUBLE

I’M GONNA CRY

IT WON’T

OH THAT FACE

OH NO THAT FACE HE MADE

PLS

MONKEY KING SIR

SUN WUKONG

MAN

OH MAAAAAN

THAT FACE

SERIOUSLY THIS DUDE

MAKES SUCH

SPICIFIC FACES WHEN MK ISN’T LOOKING

WHERE ITS JUST

SO MOURNFUL

AND UNDERSTANDING LIKE FEELS THAT

FLYING BARK YOU ABSOLUTE MAD LADS YOUR EXPRESSIONS WILL BE THE DEATH OF ME

FOREVERS A LONG TIME BUD

TRUST ME

I AM

MENTALLY UNWELL YOU GUYS

I AM SO VERY MENTALLY UNWELL

man cleaning up together ;-;

WELP

THAT’S AWKWARD

FIRST OFF CALLED IT, CALLED IT THAT THEY’D FIND SOMETHIGN WHILE CLEANING HIS PLACE I SO CALLED IT I WAS SO RIGHT

gosh that was some PANIK from mr. the king

OH MAN IT WAS SO CHILL FOR A HOT SECOND

SCREAMSGNSLDKMAWEF

OH I’M

GOTTA BREATH HANG ON I’M NOT CHILL I’M LSOING IT

YOU DID A THING

HIDING BEHIND MONKEY KING PLS

OH BOY

OH BOYYYYYYYYY

SO HANG ON

WHAT IS THISBGSL;DKFMAWE

AAAAA

WAHT IS AGHSJFLKAWEFN;GANLE;AWFKEKMLAAA

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

AAAAAAAAAAAAAA

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

SCREAMS

MONKKEY KING SNATCHING HIM GETTING HIM OUT O FTHE WAY AT THE SPEED OF SOUND

OKAY OKAY

SO INK CREATURES

FROM BOOK I WAS RIGHT

SWK WHYAAAAAAAAAAAA

SCREAMINGBNFLAMWEF

AAAAAAA

GOING THROUGH

WHAT

HOLY

WHAT THE CRAP IS

HAPPEN

OH MY GODS

OH MUY GODS WHAS I WRIGBSDLGN;WAELNMWAKEMRFWEMAIEWMGAAA

AAAAAAA

THING ABOTU IT BEING A BOKGHNSG

I’M NOT NORMAL I’M LOSING IT GUYS

ITS

ITS A BOOK OF TRUAMA I SWEAR

LISTEN TO THAT I’M LSOING IT

EVERYBODY YELLING AT HIM LBD LAUGHING WUKONG IS FROZEN ITS THE SAME CLIP FROM WHEN MEI WAS YELLING AT HIM TRUAMA MONKE TRUAMA MONKEY OH OH THIS SEASON IS GOING TO KILL ME I’M GOINT TO DIE I’M GOING TO PERSIH THISBGSLKMA;GH;OIWFMAWEOIFHA;AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA]

TRIPITAKA VOICE SHUT THE FREKAKNDFKLWE UPPPPPP NOOOOAAAAAAAAAAAA

SCREAMS THE BABY MONKEYS NOOOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

MK READY TO FIGHT

NOOOOO

THE

NOOOOOOOO

BBY MONKEYS

OH MAN

first of

bird guy

fire looking

that animation ??

that composition?? hot dang buddy flying bark is off the rails

secondly

SCREAMS

ITS LITERALLY A BOOK OF SWK’S WORST MOMENTS IT LOOKS LIKE, WAS I RGHT WAS I RIGHT WAS I RIGHT THERE’S NO WAY THERE’S NO WAY IW ASBGNLSAFKMAW HE’S GONNA GET PULLED IN ISN’T HE

MONKEY KINGS GONNA GET PULLED IN I SWEAR IF HE GETS PULLED IN

I’M LSOING IT I’M LOSING IT SCREAMING

SWK VS HIS TURAMA

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

TEY

I’M

HOLY CRAP

HOLY WAHT THE FBGDFNKSMA;AWOEGB;OAIWEFMKMSDFKMSDF

HE GOT FREAKINGB

I’LL FIGURE OUT AND ITS CRYING

HE’S CRYINGLKFDMSF

I AM NEVER OKAY EVER A DAY IN MY LIFE I HATE IT WHEN I’M RIGH AND HE SEALED THEM IN HE SEALED HIM

OH MY FREAKINGN TRUAMA

FREE TRUAMA

FREE TRUAMA FOR EVERYBODY

inhales

I am mentally unwell

fake composed

hello good evening

I WAS FREAKING RIGHT ABOUT THE SCROLL I’M GOING TO FREAKING IMPLODE RIGHT THS SECONDHGNLKSAMDF AAAAA AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

SCREAMSING

FLIPPING TABLES

RUNNING AROUND

THROWING CHAIRS

RUNNING OUTSIDE

THROWING MYSELF IN THE SNOW

LOSING IT

I AM LOSING IT

I AM SBGLS;KMSBG;OWAIEMNGABGA;OWEIFNA;OEWIBHG;OAIWG;B;OUINFAOIWEBGUIONMG;OIAWEMF;AWGO;IUFN;OIDRQWEJOIJG;OAIERWJF;BG;OWAEIJFOIJEF;LMF;OERGH;OLFMAO;WEIJF;OERGJ;OERHGOA;WEIMFOWGHEWAIOMFERWOGHWAEFJOEWAIMFORIJAG;WOIR

okay so that was

sure something

that was

SURE SOMETHING

THAT SURE WAS SOMETHING HUH

THAT SURE WAS

SOMETHING

WHAT DO I DO WITH MYSELF AFTER THAT

HEKCING

SCREAMS

SWK JUST

THAT WAS A GOODBYE

THAT WAS HIMSAYING GOODBYE

SIR REALLY WENT

WELP

THINGS CAN’T LAST

NICE KNOWING YOU

STUFF ALWAYS CATCHES UP

DO WHAT YOU GOTTA BYEEE

FR THIS DUDE

READY TO DIE

READY TO SEAL HIMSELF INSIDE

WAHT LOOKS LIKE HIS NIGHTMARES AND ALL HIS WORST MISTAKES FOREVER HUH

FR HUH HIM AND HIS MONKEYS JUST GONE

AND THERE ENDS THE LEGEND OF THE MONKEY KING SUN WUKONG GREAT SAGE EQUAL TO HEAVEN

FREAKNBGBGBSLKF;MAWEO;IFAGB;OIAWEFM;WOIAN;SAFMLSKDFDSF

AND I HAVE TO WAIT FOR MORRREEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

Y’all mk is so freaking traumatized the Lad needs therapy asap he just got out of a traumatizing experience and he just watched his mentor get engulfed in freaky ink and THAT

THAT

“some monsters can never change”

“you make a couple of mistakes in your life and no one ever lets you live it down”

“you’ve done more for this world that i ever have”

YOU FREAKING KIDDING ME

HIS FACE

WHEN THAT INK STUFF IS GETTING HIM

HIS FACE THE WHOLE TIME

SO IN THE THEME SONG

HE IS FIGHTING MONKEY KING

HE IS SO IN THE THEME SONG

YOUUUUU

YOU HEKCING

MONKIE CREW DIRECTIORS PEOPEL I LOVE YOU I WANT TO THROW HANDS I’M SCREAMIGNFBGFNAKWEFMAGN;OAIWEMF

THAT

oh yeah so

this season is

probably going to destroy me more than 3 did. 4 is probably going to be my favourite i’m calling it now, we’re dealing with monkey kings past trauma and depending on how its handled this will easily become my favourite welp here we go i’m ready to die bring it the heck on perishment here i come

ahem yes uh

thank you for coming to knox reacts today… uh we will be back with… more reactions when I get… more eps… in english i

all that dialogue that came out of the ink guys come on

THE MACAQUE SCREAM?????????????

THE LOOK ON WUKONGS FACE???

THE LBD LAUGH????????????

I AM

HOLY CRAPGBSESHGBWABG;WA4IEUONAEWFM

“Monkey! No violence.”

“NO!”

I’M SCREAMING

THE STREAK OF INK ON MK’S HAND FROM REACHING FOR THE MONKEYS

excuse me i need to go scream into a pillow nice having you here godspeed if you read all the way you’re as insane as i am i’m gonna go perish now or i’ll be keysmashing here all day have a good one SCREAMSBGS;LMAW;OGBWAEF

we get to see mk still having truama and trouble from the previous season you guys MONKEY KING’S PAST POPPING UP IN A MORE EMOTIONAL WAY AND YOU CAN SEE IT DANCING ON HIM PUSING HIM INTO THE GROUND MY GOOD SIR THIS IS LITERALLY EVERYTHING I COULD EVER WHAT I

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Sean McLoughlin x Reader/Jacksepticeye x Reader

Characters: Markiplier, Amy Nelson, Tyler Scheid, Ethan Nestor, Wade, Bob, and possible others...

Summary: When you’re born, you’re able to see in color until your 18th birthday, your vision goes dull in color until you see your soulmate. You’re 26, and still haven’t found your soulmate, but will that change when you go to L.A. for a youtuber’s get together?

Prompt: Soulmate!AU

A/N: Sean has a beautiful girlfriend, please remember that this is just a story!!

You just arrived at LAX for a get together that’s happening in 2 days, meeting up with your best friends such as Mark, Amy, Ethan, Bob, Wade and Sean who should arrive by tomorrow as he texted the group chat between you all...

You grab your luggage and go outside to see Amy’s car, jogging to her vehicle and knocking on the window, “Amy!”

“Y/n!” She unlocks the door and you put your luggage in the back seat and climb into the passenger seat, “How have you been?”

You continue your conversation on the way back to Mark’s house, which after 20 minutes she pulls into the driveway and parks in the garage, you both get out and you grab your luggage and head inside, once inside you see Mark, Bob, Wade, Tyler and Ethan chatting in the living room...

“She’s here!” They look up and come over and hug you, “Hey Y/n!”, you giggle and set your luggage down, “Hey fellas, how have you been?”

“Good, we were just discussing a video while everyone’s here, have any ideas?” Bob spoke for all of the guys...

“How about some improv? Everyone seems to enjoy those types of videos.” You suggest..

“Boys?” Bob looks at the guys, and they smile and nod, “Sounds like a good idea.” Ethan speaks out, the guys then go get things set up while Amy helps you get set up in a guest bedroom, “Thank you for letting me spend this weekend over here, I could’ve easily rented a hotel room.”

“It’s no problem, you know we love to have you around, we haven’t caught up in like forever...” Amy smiles, you nod subtly, “Yeah, it’s been a while, but not much happened...”

“Are you able to see color yet, have you found your soulmate?” Amy questions, which causes you to sigh softly and shake your head, “Nope...maybe I have no soulmate, I’m 26 and still haven’t found him...”

“You do have a soulmate Y/n, you just haven’t found the right on just yet, he’ll come around sometime, hell, maybe you’re soulmate is gonna be here this weekend...” You smile softly, “Maybe, but you and Mark are soulmates, Bob and his wife are as well, along with everyone else here, I’m the only one who hasn’t found one yet...”

“It could be Jack, I bet he hasn’t found one yet...” Amy suggests, “There’s no way, he’s a freaking amazing, handsome guy, there’s no way he hasn’t found his yet...” You give her a look, then feel your face start to redden...

“Looks like someone has a crush on him...”

“Oh shush, you better go help the guys, I’m gonna get comfortable for the evening...” Amy nods and goes downstairs to help the guys...

You go shower and switch out of your travel clothes and into some more comfortable clothes, then go sit on the bed and scroll through social media, then look at your channel stats, and reading and replying to some comments, when you feel tired from the jet lag and suddenly fall asleep...

~Next morning...~

You wake up to the smell of coffee that was just brewed, you get up, brush your hair, put it in a clip and head downstairs to hear a loud Irish gentleman jokingly bickering with Wade about something funny he did to make everyone laugh, you smile and slowly come into the kitchen...

“Good morning Y/n! Want some breakfast?” Mark asks as he sees you walk in, “Yes please, thank you!” You go and fix some coffee, before turning around, smiling, you then look at Jack, only then to see a ton of color, you shockingly looked around, you excuse yourself suddenly then slowly rush back up to your guest room, placing your mug down and pacing a bit, “There’s no freaking way...Sean..is my...soulmate? How...?”

You sit down on the bed, still shocked, you’re brought out of your trance by a knocking on the door, “C-Come in!” You look and see Amy come in then shut the door, “You alright, you seemed a little shocked? Stressed?”

“Uhm, yeah...I’m totally fine...” You look up to see Amy’s dark colored eyes, “I can finally see color Amy, it happened after I looked at Jack...”

“This is good! You finally found your soulmate after so long, Sean is your soulmate...” Amy grabs your hand, you look down at her red nail polish, you cover your eyes with your other hand, “This can’t be happening, but at the same time...it is...”

You calm your breathing, “He can’t possibly know...”

~Meanwhile, Jack’s POV...~

“Uhm, guys...” I look at the mug in front of me, to see a dark green color...

The guys look at me and notice a look of shock on my face, “Jack? You alright buddy?” Mark asks...

“Yeah, the fact that I finally know that Y/n is my soulmate!” I whisper yell, the guys also get a look of shock on their faces, “No fucking way...”

“She can’t possibly know about this, she’ll freak the fuck out...” I sigh softly, “She has to Jack, why else would she just leave after looking directly at you for a split second?”

“She could’ve had to go do something really, quick, I don’t know! Fucking hell!” I replied, then slowly calmed my breathing, “What should I do?”

“Well...”

~Author’s POV...~

You talked with Amy to get an idea of what to do next, “We have to talk about this, even if it’ll be hard to mention, but it’s worth it, I found my soulmate, and I’m not going to lose him...”

“That’s the spirit, come on...” You nod and follow Amy downstairs, to find the guys, talking about the plans for this weekend, you smile softly and refill your mug, and join in on the conversation, you notice Mark and Amy having their own little conversation every now and then, but think nothing of it...

Once the weekends plans are discussed, we go to our separate places, you got up and change into a jogging outfit of a tank, shorts, short socks and running shoes, with your hair in a high ponytail, you had your phone and earbuds in hand then let Mark know that you’re going for a quick run, and that you’ll be back in about an hour or so...

You put in your earbuds then open the door, and turn to shut it, catching a glimpse of Jack, then closing it, then shaking your head the starting your jog around the neighborhood...

You get to a nearby park then sit down on a bench, you get the urge to scroll through your gallery, mainly of picture of you and Jack, you wonder why it took so long for your vision to change, you liked him a lot, you’ve looked at him a lot, but those times your vision never changed, maybe something changed over the years, maybe he felt the same about you...

You’d never know until you ask him, you blush when you get to a photo of you’re first time meeting him, he was kissing your cheek, you we’re a huge fan when you started your channel, then eventually grew close to 5 million subscribers within a few years time, you sigh then get back up and walk back to the house...

You arrive back home after 30 minutes, you notice that everyone is gone except for Jack, “Where’s is everyone?” You shut the door...

“They went out for a night on the town...” He replies, you nod then go wash your body, then switch into another pair of PJs you brought along for the weekend, you come downstairs and sit on the couch a few spaces away from Jack, sensing something a little awkward in the air...

“How are you doing, Y/n?” Jack breaks the silence, “I’m doing good, you?”

“I’m doing good as well, anything new?” You shrug your shoulders, “Not really, I mean something special happened, but you probably don’t wanna hear about that...”

“Tell me about it, come here...” You move a little closer to him and face him, “I...I found my soulmate today, I wasn’t expecting to after so many years, what about you?” Jack nods, “I can say the same for myself, I found my soulmate as well...” You smile softly, “She must be very lucky to have a guy like you...” You smile softly, Jack smiles softly, “She is very lucky...”

Suddenly you feel his lips on yours, you kiss him back as he lays you down on the couch, then open your eyes to see his bright blue eyes staring deeply into your (E/C) eyes...

“I love you...” You whisper soft enough that he could barely hear you, “What was that?” He gently lifts your head up by your chin with his thumb and forefinger, making you look into his bright blue eyes...

“I love you, Sean...” You finally say loud enough, “I love you too Y/n, for eternity...” He then leans down and kisses you softly, when suddenly you both hear the front door open, you both shoot up off the sofa and fix yourselves up, before turning around and smiling...

“Hey guys, how was your night out?” Sean asks them as they finish coming inside, “It was great, seems like you had a good time yourselves...” You then look down and blush...

“S-shut up...” Sean then pulls you in, “Now if you excuse us, we’re gonna go upstairs and do couple things..” You and Sean stand up and go to the room you’re staying in and cuddle and kiss one another until you both fall asleep in each other’s arms...

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albertasunrise · 1 year

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Please do more hurt frankie fics like should of listened.

So much potential with the crash and/or the drugs but no one writes any without OCs or readers

Healing Hands - Oneshot

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Summary: Andy Simmons was in love with Francisco Morales but he didn’t even know she existed. Yet one night changes everything.

Relationships: Frankie Morales x (OFC) Original Female Character

Notes: Takes place a few years before the movie. For purpose of the story. Will, Frankie and Santi are the same age. (I half assed proofreading this so soz in advance)

Andy had loved Frankie from afar for as long as she’d known what love was. He was kind, funny, smart and popular. He was her dream guy but he didn’t know she even existed.

He was a year above her so there wasn’t any reason for their paths to cross but then shekd befriended Benny Miller and suddenly she was thrust into their world.

“Fella’s, I’d like you to meet Andy Simmons. Andy, this is my brother Will and his buddies Frankie and Santi.” He said as he presented her to them like some prized puppy “Andy here is gonna be tutoring me so I can pass science this year.”

“Andy huh?” Santi probed and she gave him a shy shrug.

“Short for Andressa.”

This brought a small smile to Frankie’s face and Andy swore her ears erupted into flames. Benny couldn’t help but notice how shy she was around Frank and he smirked. Her secret was out.

“I appreciate you helping this knucklehead.” Will pipped up, pulling And’s attention away from her crush and to him “We’re having a party this Friday… you should come!”

“Graduation party?” She enquired and he shook his head.

“Farewell party.” He stated and her brows drew together in confusion.

“Farewell?”

“These three enlisted!” Ben stated and her stomach dropped “They're leaving next week for training and our dad’s out of town so we thought one last bash before they sign their death warrants.”

“Don’t say shit like that.” Frankie scorned and Ben shrugged.

“You’ll be joining next year and you know it.” Santi teased and Andy gave Ben a wide-eyed look “He follows his brother everywhere.”

“Do not!” Ben argued and Will snorted “What? I don’t!”

“Yet you hang with us every lunch.” Will pointed out and Ben groaned.

“You guys suck.” The younger Miller grumbled and Andy chuckled.

The bell ringing had them all walking to class. Andy waved the guys off before slipping into class behind Ben. Sitting through class, she found herself distracted by the fact she was going to a party. That she was going to be spending a night with the guy she was pretty sure she was in love with.

To say she was excited was an understatement.

She’d picked out the nicest outfit she owned for the Miller’s party. Andy had promised her mum that she wouldn't get into trouble and when Ben had kindly offered for her to stay, telling her a little white lie about his uncle chaperoning, her mum had allowed it. Andy was pretty sure her mum was more excited at the idea of her being invited to a party. Andy wasn't lacking in the friend department. She wasn't ‘popular’ but she wasn't unpopular either. She’d just never really been one for going to parties. So when Ben had dropped Andy off and pleaded with her mum to let Andy come, he'd been a little surprised at how quickly she said yes.

Andy quickly changed into her chosen outfit, a cute little black dress and her favourite combat boots. She put on a little make-up, checked out her look in the mirror and when she was happy, gave herself a small nod and went downstairs. Her mum was standing in the kitchen sipping at her coffee as she flitted through a magazine but she looked up when she heard Andressa enter.

"You look pretty." She gushed as she took in her daughter's outfit "Could have picked some nicer shoes."

"I like these shoes." Andy defended and her mum put her free hand up in mock surrender before taking another sip of her beverage "So is Benny your boyfriend?"

Andy snorted at that before shaking her head.

"Nah, he's just a friend. I'm tutoring him in Science but turns out we have a lot in common and kinda hit it off."

"Sounds like a boyfriend."

"He already has a girlfriend who's much prettier and a lot more popular than me." She chuckled before grabbing her coat and slinging it over her shoulder.

"Not all guys seek popularity."

"They always seek looks." Andy scoffed and her mother's brows drew together.

"Andressa, eres Hermosa." (Andressa, you are beautiful)

"Tienes que decir eso.) (You have to say that.) Andy scoffed "Eres mi Madre." (You're my mother.)

Benny tooting his horn outside was the cue Andy needed to head out. Giving her mum a hug and a kiss, she sprinted to the door.

"Stay out of trouble." She called out and Andy waved her off with a 'Yeah mum' before disappearing.

Ben waved as Andy sprinted to his car, blushing when he whistled at her.

"Damn Andy, you scrub up good."

"Shut up and drive Miller."

"Yes ma'am."

Fifteen minutes later, Ben had parked up outside his house and they were weaving their way through pockets of people Andy had seen but never spoken to before.

"Drink?" Ben asked as he motioned at the keg sat in his kitchen.

"Please." Replied Andy, giving Ben a nod in thanks when he handed her the red cup he'd generously filled with beer.

"You made it." Called out a familiar voice and she turned to see Will and Frankie making their way over "Glad you came." Said the older Miller as he pulled her into a friendly hug.

"Thanks for inviting me."

"You crashing?" Will asked and Ben nodded with her "Cool, so are Frank and Santi." Will stated and Andy felt her pulse quicken.

"Santi's determined to kick everyone out by 1." Frankie piped up "Can't afford the cops coming over and kicking out asses just before we head off."

"Definitely not." Will agreed before turning back to Andy "Enjoy the party."

It wasn't a mad one like Andy had expected. It seemed that the Millers had invited a choice set of people for that very reason and Andy was glad of that. She found herself sitting by the pool later that evening, watching as Ben and Will played ball with some friends in the pool.

"Didn't fancy playing?" Andy looked up to see Frankie coming over with a soda and a smile.

"Not really." She replied as she thanked him for the drink and moved up so he could sit beside her.

"Having a good time?" He asked and she turned her head to look at him, smiling sweetly as she nodded.

"Yeah, I am."

Frankie gave her a smile in return and it instantly went to her core. They gazed at each other for a while, static crackling between the two of them before Frank's hand cupped her cheek and he pulled her into the most incredible kiss she'd ever experienced.

The boy's wolf-whistling stopped that kiss in its tracks and Frankie chuckled as he gave them the finger before pulling back to look at Andy. She was sure she was grinning like a lunatic but at that moment she didn't care. All she cared about was the fact that she'd just kissed Francisco Morales and it was everything she'd ever dreamed of.

"Wanna go inside?" He asked and she nodded eagerly, ignoring the woos and whistles as Frankie took her hand and led her in.

He took her upstairs and into what she assumed was a spare bedroom. His duffle sat beside a large oak dresser and what looked like the clothes he'd been wearing that day at school were neatly folded on top of it.

"Is this okay?" He asked, pulling Andy's attention back to him "We can go back downstairs if you want. Just thought that maybe you'd like-"

She shut him up with a kiss. She kissed him like it was the last time she ever would because, in reality, it probably was. The kiss became heated when hers and his hands started to roam. She unbuttoned his shirt and almost sobbed at what she revealed. Tanned skin and toned abs had her drooling like a hound.

"We don't have to..."Trailed off Frankie when her hands went to unfasten his jeans but he got his answer when her hand slipped in and cupped his growing erection.

"I want to." She whispered and that was all the invitation he needed.

In a flash, the two of them were naked as the day they were born and Frank's head was between Andy's thighs. His tongue lavished her and Andy was glad of the music downstairs because she couldn't keep quiet if she tried. When Frankie pushed two long, thick fingers into her tight heat she shattered. Andy grabbed at him, desperate to pull him up to her level again and when he kissed her again, she moaned at her taste on his tongue.

"Are you sure?" He asked one more time as he lined himself up with her entrance.

"Fuck me, please." She pleaded and with one swift movement, he was seated deep inside of her.

Now Andy was no virgin. She'd lost that to Sam Collins, her ex but he was tiny in comparison to Frank. She moaned loudly, grabbing the gloves of Frankie's ass and urging him to move. When he started with a languid pace, kissing her deeply as he worked out a rhythm. When he found her sweet spot though, he started to fuck her into the mattress. The sounds he pulled from her with bordering on pornographic and in no time at all she was there again.

"Frankie... she whined as she threw her head back "Fuck Frankie, I'm cumming."

He focused his attention then, giving her every ounce of pleasure he could. She was squeezing him so tightly that he was sure he wouldn't last much longer but he was determined to make her cum once more time before he did.

"One more Hermosa." He purred in her ear as his hand travelled down and his deft fingers started to rub her clit.

The combination of him hitting her G-spot and his fingers giving her the stimulation she needed was all it took to have her gushing over his length.

"Fuck." Frankie moaned as he sped up his thrusts, chasing his own high "Fuck baby I'm gonna cum."

"Cum Frankie." Andy pleaded and he did. With one more deep thrust, he painted her walls with his spend and panted against her shoulder "Fuck, that was amazing."

"I'm sure you've had better." Andy chuckled but Frankie pulled his head back and frowned at her.

"No." He replied, shaking his head "No I haven't."

The couple remained that way a little while longer before the two of them fell asleep in each other's arms. Andy knew that this was the one and only time she'd get to enjoy this so she made the most of it. Next week, Frankie would be gone.

She'd be okay.

She had to be...

Three years later...

Andy had been surprised when Ben had reached out. She hadn't heard high or tale from any of them in years. Ben had, sure enough, enlisted in the army the following year and that had been that. She'd written to Frankie for the first year he was gone but She had never received a reply.

She had known from the start that it was a one-night thing but when something came to light two months later. She had been desperate to get hold of him. All of her attempts had come up empty her heart shattered.

She'd meant nothing to him.

She moved schools but kept in touch with her friends and kept her head down. Three years later she had managed to make something of herself. She'd opened a cafe in town that had proved popular among the locals and she was thriving. She hadn't needed Frankie or anyone for that matter. She'd made it on her own.

Ben had arranged to meet her at her cafe on one of her days off. He'd sounded so excited to see her on the phone and she had tried to mirror that excitement but the truth was, they'd all gone radio silent for years and she had moved on. That time in her life was behind her.

Sort of.

Ben was sitting in the nook when she arrived. He'd spotted Andy through the window and stood to greet her with a wide grin on his face but his expression changed the moment he saw the pram she pushed in front of her.

"You're a mum." He stated dumbly, taking in the napping toddler before his eyes drifted to her.

"Nice to see you too Ben." She snorted as she rolled her eyes at him.

'I'm sorry it's just... Well, I wasn't expecting you to have a kid." He said as he pulled Andy into a friendly hug.

The child in question started to stir in her pram, brown eyes suddenly blinking up at the shocked man across from her.

"Hi." She said sleepily as she gave him a small wave and he smiled and waved back.

"Hi, there sweetie." He said as he crouched to her level "And what's your name?"

"Juana." She replied and Ben grinned at her.

"What a pretty name." He gushed "And how old are you Juana?"

She held up two fingers, just like how her mum showed her and Andy couldn't help but chuckle.

"Two?" He stated and she nodded shyly "Wow, that's big."

"No." She argued, pouting at the younger Miller "I'm little."

"Yes, you are Mija." Andy said as she leaned down to pull the toddler out of her pram "Quieres una galleta?" (You want a cookie?)

"Ce mama." She nodded and Andy smiled.

"Go pick one then." Andy said as she placed the toddler down and giggled as she tottled over to the till.

"So you have a two-year-old?" Ben asked and Andy nodded.

"Where's the dad?" He asked and Andy froze.

After the radio silence from them all. She'd decided to keep Juana's existence to herself. She had never expected to see any of them again so now that she was standing with Ben, watching her daughter pick dance around with Anna her favourite barista.

"He uh, well he kinda took what he wanted a left." She stated, trying to keep the details as vague as she could "Tried to reach out but he didn't want anything to do with me or her so..."

"Shit Andy." Ben said as he pulled her into a warm embrace "Well she's cute as hell and clearly a great kid so clearly you didn't need him."

"Thanks, Ben."

The two of them sat down, Andy thanking Anna when the woman brought over her favourite coffee and her toddler who was munching on her cookie of choice. Juana decided to sit on Ben's lap whilst he told her about his time in the army. How he'd quickly moved his way up along with the rest of them and you found yourself proud of everything he'd achieved in two short years.

"They all say hi by the way." Ben piped up as he downed the last of his coffee.

"That's nice." Andy replied and Ben frowned at her response.

"You don't sound like it is."

"It's just... I wrote to you... and Frankie, several times and I never got a response."

"Well, when Will, Frankie and Santi arrived, they'd ended up getting shipped off to a different camp for basic training. Wasn't long after that that they were sent on their first tour so good chance he never got 'em." Ben stated plainly and you suddenly felt sick "As for me. I uh... I did get your letters and I did write back I just... Well, I could never bring myself to actually send them."

"Why?" She asked and Ben shrugged.

"I dunno. Wish I could give you a good reason but I can't." He replied "Just a shitty friend."

"Bad word." Juana piped up and Ben chuckled.

"You're right... Sorry sweetheart."

"When you see Frankie... Will you uh, will you ask him if he got them?" Andy asked and he nodded.

"Sure."

The two of them spent another two hours catching up before they had to part ways. Ben promised to keep in touch and so did Andy but they both knew that it was one likely to be broken.

Life simply got in the way.

Four years later...

"Juana... You're going to be late!." Andy called up the stairs.

"Five minutes." Her daughter called down.

Andy was secretly glad her daughter was taking her time. She couldn't believe that she was starting the 1st Grade. It felt like just yesterday she was handed to her screaming and furious in the hospital. A horn sounding outside alerted Andy to Juana's ride and suddenly the woman was practically pushed her six-year-old out the door.

"Muuuum." Juana moaned and Andy chuckled.

"Have a good day baby." She said sweetly as she kissed the crown of her daughter's head "Mummy loves you."

She watched her daughter skip towards her ride and Andy felt her heart ache a little. Time was going so quickly. Next thing she'd know, Juana would be going off to college and she'd be alone.

That thought scared her.

Shaking her head, she hopped into her truck and drove to the cafe. Work was always a welcome distraction and when she arrived, she was happy to see her favourite regulars already sipping at their coffees and nibbling on the cake of the day. It was busy as always and soon morning faded into afternoon. Andy had just finished putting out some more cookies and cupcakes when the bell above the door rang alerting her to a new customer.

"I'll be with you in a sec." She said in a musical tone as she twisted the plate so the price was facing forward then when she was done she stood up and gasped at who she saw.

"Andy?"

There, standing before her, plane as the day was Francisco Morales. He looked different. He was more filled out. The sleeves of his T-shirt stretched over strong biceps and for a moment she almost forgot that he'd completely blanked her for the last six years.

"Frankie." She replied, giving him a small nod "What can I get you?"

"Really?" He asked with a scoff and Andy frowned.

"Really, what?"

"We haven't seen each other in like seven years and that's what you say to me?"

"What else should I say?" You snapped, anger bubbling under the surface.

"Oh, I don't know." Frank shrugged "How about, wow, it's been a long time. How are you?"

"Okay." She said in a mocking tone "Hi Francisco. It's been a long time. How are you? Thanks for fucking me and then never speaking to me again."

"I-"

"Oh, on the subject of never speaking to me again. Did you get any of the dozen-odd letters I sent?"

"You wrote me?" He asked, brows pulling together "I didn't get them,"

"Convenient." You scoffed "Did you want a coffee or?..."

"Black... please." He said and Andy nodded before turning around to make his drink.

Frankie watched her work. His heart aching from how poorly this reunion was going. Ben had mentioned that she had opened a cafe and so when Frankie had been discharged. He knew he had to see her.

"I'm sorry I never got your letters." Frankie piped up but Andy didn't acknowledge she'd heard him "What did they say."

"Mummy look what I did at school." Screamed Juana as she sprinted through the door of the cafe waving a painting above her head.

Andy placed the coffee on the counter before opening her arms to accept the hug her daughter gave her.

"Look, Mumma. It's us." She said as she shoved the picture into Andy's hands.

"This is lovely, baby." She said as she placed a kiss on her daughter's brow "Let me just finish serving this customer then you can tell me all about your first day, okay?"

"Is Anna here?" She asked and Andy nodded "In the back."

Juana sprinted through the arch that led into the back, screaming Anna's name as she waved her painting again. Andy smiled at her daughter's retreating form before turning to find Frankie staring at the spot you'd been the moment before.

"Frank?"

"Is she mine?" He asked, taking Andy by surprise.

"What?"

"She's what, six?" He asked and Andy nodded "So is she mine?"

"Yes..." Andy whispered and that drew Frank's gaze.

His eyes were brimming with tears as they flitted between the door and her. He had a six-year-old daughter.

"Why didn't you tell me?" He choked and Andy lost it.

"I did!! I wrote to you. Sent you sonogram pictures." She sobbed "I tried tracking you down but everyone I spoke to told me that they couldn't tell me where you were."

"I-"

"Besides." Andy interrupted "You didn't try and get hold of me. We had one incredible night together and then that was it. Radio silence for seven years. Shit, Francisco. I had to carry her and give birth to her without you. I had to move schools. My mum didn't want me to get bullied so instead I was sent to some private school where I was teased for being a pregnant seventeen-year-old." Andy was sobbing openly now, seven years of heartbreak pouring out of her "So don't act like the victim Frank because you aren't. I did everything I could to let you know about her."

"Why didn't you tell Ben when you saw him last?" He asked and you shrugged.

"Honestly?" He nodded and you sighed "I'd assumed you didn't care about me so I decided that she was better off without a dad. We've been fine without you Frank and we'll be good when you leave again."

"I was discharged." Frankie piped up and And's brows rose in surprise "I'm out. For good."

"That's great." She scoffed "So what ?"

"So, I want to know my daughter." He stated plainly "I missed out on six years. I don't want to miss another day."

"You can't be serious?" Andy growled.

"I'm her father... I have a right to know her."

"You have zero rights, Francisco." She snapped "You're not on her birth certificate. She doesn't even know you exist."

"Andy please." The man pleaded "Please." A thick silence hung over them both a moment before he spoke again "Can I just meet her at least?"

Andy thought about his request a moment. He looked so heartbreakingly sad that she felt herself breaking.

"I swear to you." He implored again "I didn't get your letters. If I had known about her then I wouldn't have stayed away."

"I don't know Frankie, I-"

"She doesn't need to know who I am." He pushed "I never stopped thinking about that night." This grabbed Andy's attention and she studied him as if trying to find the lie "It meant a lot to me. I'd never felt a connection like that before and I haven't since."

"Sure Frank." You scoffed but that look he gave you that night returned.

"I haven't." He assured her and Andy felt her defences fall "Please."

"Okay." Andy stated, her eyes drifting to the back "Juana." She called out and Frankie's heart leapt at hearing his daughter's name "Can you come out here a sec."

Not two minutes later, an excited six-year-old emerged with a wide smile on her face.

"Yes, Mumma?" She said sweetly as she looked at her mum and then at Frankie.

"I want you to meet someone." Andy said softly as she guided her daughter to stand in front of her "Juana, this is Frankie."

"Hi." She said softly, giving the man a shy smile.

"Hi to you too." Frankie said as he kneeled so he was eye-level with her "It's nice to meet you."

"How do you know Mumma?" She asked, her head tilting to one side.

"We went to school together." He replied, eyes drifting to Andy who was watching over the interaction.

"Juana." Andy said softly as she kneeled so she too was at her daughter's level "Frankie is your daddy."

This took Frank by surprise. He had been ready to just meet her as a stranger.

"My daddy?" Juana asked and Andy nodded.

"Yeah, baby."

"Where have you been?" She asked, her tone almost accusing and Frankie couldn't help but smirk.

"I've been away sweetie but I'm back now." He said softly as he pinched his daughter's cheek affectionately.

"Forever?" She asked and he gave her a broad smile.

"Yeah." He said with a nod "Forever."

"We need to go baby or we'll be late for Abulela." Andy piped up and Juana nodded before throwing her small arms around Frankie's shoulders and giving him a warm hug.

"It was nice to meet you, daddy." She said before pulling away and running to grab her pack that she'd dropped when arriving.

"Thank you." Frankie said as he stood up straight.

"Don't make me regret it." She warned before informing Anna she was leaving "Don't break her heart."

...

Andy's friendship with Ben had fallen back into place as easily as breathing. He'd been a little hurt at first when he'd learned that the sweet toddler he'd met all those years ago was basically his niece but he'd also understood why you hadn't told him.

Things with Frankie hadn't been as easy. He was trying but Andy was struggling to trust him. He wasn't the same man she'd loved all those years ago. He was jumpy. Most loud noises triggered some sort of freak out and that, in turn, frightened Juana. She was weary of him but had warmed to Ben instantly.

This had been hard for Frank to swallow. Leaving the army had been a struggle for him. He had resorted to desperate measures to try and calm to storm that raged in his head but nothing seemed to work. Not even the remedy that was currently burning a hole in his pocket. He wanted to do better. Not just for his daughter but for Andy. He just didn't know where to start.

...

"How are things with Fish going?" Ben asked as he watched his brother-in-arms play with his daughter.

"Okay, I guess." Andy replied with a shrug and that piqued Ben's interest.

"You guess?"

"He tried." She commended, letting out a long sigh "Lord knows he tries but everything seems to make him jump. He's been a lot better with Juana and I'm really glad they're bonding but I'm scared that one of these days he's going to flip. "

"We saw some shit, Andy." Ben stated and she listened intently "He got us through some pretty messy situations. We all owe our lives to him."

"Why was he discharged?" She asked and Ben scraped a hand over his mouth before he answered "Was shot in action. The bullet hit below his vest. Lost a kidney and was in a coma for two weeks."

Andy gasped.

"Was discharged with full honours." He stated plainly "Got a fucking medal and everything but that don't get rid of the nightmares."

"What do you mean?"

"He's got PTSD babe." Suddenly everything made sense.

Andy and Ben shared a look that spoke a thousand words. Suddenly, her agitation was replaced with guilt. She'd been too caught up in her own issues to see his.

"DADDY." Juana screamed, pulling Andy and Ben's attention to the child "Daddy, stop shaking... please daddy." She sobbed as she held his face in her small hands.

Andy and Ben we at his side in a flash, Ben taking the sobbing child in his arms as Andy stroked Frank's face as the seizure eased.

"Daddy." The child sobbed and Ben's heart broke for her.

"Baby. I need you to get my phone and call 911 like I showed you okay?" Andy stated before she returned her attention to Frank.

"Fish... Fish can you hear me." Frankie didn't answer.

The man lay there, eyes rolling around in their sockets as he tried to breathe. Andy could feel his pulse was rapid but weak and she felt sick to the stomach.

Joana's voice floated in the air as she ran back to them "My daddy started to shake and now he's breathing funny." She told the person on the other end as she held the phone to her face with both hands "Yes my mummy and uncle Benny are with him." She said, pausing again to let them speak "Okay." She said with a small nod before holding out the phone to her mum "They want to talk to you."

Andy took the phone quickly and then listened to their instructions "Sit him up and let him lean against you." She said to Ben, waiting for him to finish before bending his knees "Does he have a heart condition?" Andy asked Ben and he shook his head.

The next question they asked you made her stomach sink.

Had he taken anything?

She started to rummage around in his pockets only to come up empty but just when she was about to give up, she felt something. Pulling it out she choked back a sob at the bag of white powder she found.

"What's that mummy." Juana asked and Andy sobbed.

"It's nothing, baby." She said before giving her daughter a weak smile "I need you to go stand by the door and wait for the ambulance. Can you do that baby?"

"I wanna stay with Daddy." She sobbed and your heart broke just a little more.

"I know you do baby but daddy needs you to do this for him okay?"

She nodded and Andy gave her a sweet smile before watching her sprint back towards the house.

"Fish?" Called out Ben suddenly and Andy turned to look at the two men "No, come on Frank." He pleaded.

Frankie's eyes were open wide as he tried and failed to breathe.

"Come on Frankie, you need to breathe for us." Andy begged as fat tears slipped down her swollen cheeks.

"OVER THERE," Joana called out and the duo looked up to see the paramedics sprinting towards them.

They were quickly pulled to one side and Ben lifted Juana and held her close as the three of them watched the medics work.

"What's his name?" They asked and Ben was quick to answer.

"Frankie." He choked and the medics nodded

"Age?"

"27."

"Has he taken anything?"

"This?" Andy stated as she handed them the bag, her eyes pleading for them to be mindful of what they said.

"He's seizing." Called out one medic and Andy sobbed harder as Frankie's body started to shake.

"Daddy." shrieked Juana as her brown orbs leaked masses of tears "Daddy, stop shaking."

"Please take her inside." Andy pleaded and Ben nodded, carrying the screaming child into the house.

...

Three hours later, Andy was sat in a hospital waiting room with both the Millers. Will was holding Andy whilst Ben cuddled a sleeping Juana and time seemed to go at a snail's pace. Because of this, Andy was able to think about what she was going to do or say to Frankie if she ever saw him again.

She was angry at him for his choice of coping mechanism but mostly she was angry at herself. She had been so caught up in her own hurt that she had failed to see that Frankie was hurting. The fact that she hadn't figured out for herself that he had PTSD made her hate herself even more. All the signs had been there.

She'd just failed to see them.

"Family of Francisco Morales?" Called out a doctor and they all looked up in unison.

"Yes," Andy replied as she raised her hand a little and she gave the doctor a weak smile when he approached them.

"How is he doc?" Asked Will and the doctor sighed.

"He suffered a massive heart attack on the ambulance ride over." The man stated and they all sobbed "His heart is weak but there doesn't appear to be any permanent damage." That elicited a sigh of relief and Andy sobbed into Will's shirt "He's going to need therapy. We would recommend sending him to a facility for veterans with PTSD. There are programmes for people like him."

"People like him?" Ben growled and the doctor threw his hands up.

"I meant no offence." He replied "I just mean... He needs help. It's clear he's not coping well."

"We'll help him." Andy pipped up, knowing in her heart of hearts that it was the right thing to do "We'll take care of him."

"Okay." The doctor replied, "A nurse will fetch you when he's ready for visitors."

Half an hour later they were let to the ICU. Frankie's frail form was smothered in wires and tubes. The gown swallowed him and made him look so small despite his muscular build. Andy entered first, followed closely by Ben who was carrying a, very awake, Juana.

"Daddy?" She called out but Frankie didn't even twitch.

"Daddy's sleeping right now." Said Ben softly and the little girl nodded.

"Can I lay with him?" She asked and Ben shared a look with the nurse who gave him a small nod.

"You can but you need to be careful okay baby?" Andy stated.

"I will, I promise."

Sure enough, she laid down beside her father, extra careful not to pull on any of the wires and tubes that were attached to him. Andy watched with fondness as Juana started to sing him the song she always sang when she was sick. Her small hand affectionately petted his brown curls as she leaned on the other one.

"She's a great kid." Ben cooed and Andy smiled at him.

"Yeah... she really is."

An hour into their visit, Ben and Will went in search of decent coffee leaving Juana napping beside her father and Andy waiting patiently for Frankie to wake up.

Frank groaned. His senses hit him all at once. Andy was at his side in a heartbeat, taking his hand in the hope it would ground him a little as he came around.

"Frankie?" She called softly, careful not to wake Juana "You with me?"

Frankie nodded weakly before motioning to his mouth, unable to speak just yet. Andy grabbed the bowl of ice chips beside his bed and popped a few in his mouth. When he'd had enough, she placed the bowl down and resumed her seat beside him. Silence blanketed them for a while before she decided to break it.

"Why Frankie?" She asked, "Why did you think coke was going to make things better."

Frankie's eyes drifted to his dosing daughter and his guilt consumed him. The truth of the matter was he didn't know why he'd resorted to such a lousy coping mechanism. It didn't help him. It just made him more paranoid and yet he'd found that he'd not been able to function without it. Now as he lay in that hospital bed, stroking his daughter's curls he realised how much he had to lose.

"Please don't take her away from me." He said, his voice loud enough for Andy to hear him "I'm so sorry. Please... please don't take her away from me."

"Oh, Frankie." Andy sobbed "I will never ever take her away from you." She promised and it was Frankies turn to cry "We'll get through this." She assured him "Together."

"Daddy?" Said Juana as she rubbed her tired eyes.

"Hi, baby." He said sweetly as he gave her a warm smile.

"You better?" She asked and he gave her a small nod.

"I am thanks to you."

5 years later...

Andy jumped when she felt two arms wrap around her middle but then she hummed when she felt a warm kiss press against her neck.

"Good morning wife." Frankie cooed as he buried his face in her neck.

"Mmmm, morning husband."

"And how are my girls this morning?" As his gaze drifted to the baby that was sleeping soundly against Andy's chest.

"We are perfect." She replied as she turned her head to kiss him, smiling when she heard Juana enter.

"Ewww... get a room would you." The eleven-year-old moaned as she grabbed her backpack from the side.

"Technically, we're in one." Frank countered, sticking his tongue out at his daughter when she did the same to him.

"Where's your brother?" Frankie asked as he looked around for the toddler.

"HERE!" Mateo screeched as he waddled into the room, clutching his favourite bear.

"You want breakfast Mijo?" Andy asked as she carefully handed the newborn to her father.

"Ce, mama." Mateo replied as he nodded eagerly.

"Ana?"

"I'm good thanks." She replied before grabbing the last of her books and shoving them into her pack.

"See you later." She called out before dashing to the door.

"When did she start hating breakfast time?" Frankie asked as he placed a soft kiss on his daughter's brow as her face started to scrunch.

"Right around the time she discovered boys." Andy chuckled.

"She better not have." Frank grumbled and Andy laughed loudly, Mateo mimicking his mum "You'll never like boys... will you Mija?" He asked as he bounced his tiny daughter in his arms.

Looking at his wife, he thought back to five years ago when she'd promised him that they'd get through it together. He had gone to rehab. Gotten clean and proposed a year later. It wasn't long after that, that they learned she was pregnant with Mateo. He had been just the blessing they had needed. The final piece of the puzzle and then three years later... Mariana was born. His perfect little angel.

One last little blessing.

His life was exactly as he had dreamed it would be one day. Andy and him and the beautiful children they had created together. Life was perfect and he vowed that he would never do a thing to jeopardise it again.

Fate had other ideas.

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grimatruth · 28 days

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✶ — › 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐏𝐋𝐎𝐓𝐒 ‹ — ✶

HOWDY HO FELLAS! I am still in the midst of tornado recovery, but I set up my (dying) laptop for when I am able to sit down close to bed time. That being said, I am looking for some threads for my lads this go around. As always you're free to ping me in the ⁠plotting channel OR just DM me on discord. If there's a prompt not listed here that you would like to pick up with one of my fellas specifically, shoot me a dm and we can work something out.

SCÁTHACH: ANY SKILL +1 : As always, I'm super interested in exploring the hunter in a character like Scáthach. As someone who's a little more calculating than his sister, he's not unfamiliar with tactics or traps. He's also just handy to have in general with his big ass sword in tow. (REQUIRES UNAFF.) TAKEN BY DIARMUID EPHRAIM: HEAVY ARMOR +1: I won't lie, I originally grabbed this just because Ephraim needs the point. HOWEVER, I think it would be very VERY funny to have him act out being a heroic prince/evil villain for someone's play. Please give him some motivation to become a teacher so he doesn't have to deal with this shit. ANY SKILL +1: Ephraim being the battle driven loser that he is, is of course well versed in tactics and battlefield traps. You wouldn't be able to keep him away from these monsters, I'm afraid. Stick close to him and make sure he doesn't get fed up with waiting. :' ) (NEEDS UNAFF.) AUTHORITY +1: Ephraim is a king and while he's willing to help, there is an extent to his generosity. You push him and his coworkers too hard, and well, you might just have him to deal with. Will you be egging him on, or will you try to calm him down. Maybe you're just watching with popcorn. (NEEDS UNAFF.) MORGAN: ANY SKILL +1: Do I need to say more, Morgan is LITERALLY the trap guy. He is the knower of traps, and he will spend 4 hours explaining each and every one to you. Remembering where exactly he put all of them though? Well, that's a different story. Watch your step! (NEEDS UNAFF.) ISLAND STORMS: Morgan has had to learn how to fend for himself during his travels, not to mention that massive noggin' full of knowledge. If you shake him hard enough, a ton of useful survival facts might pop out, right? Wrong. You can run from him if you want, but he WILL be explaining to you every single thing he knows about keeping safe in the wild. HE WILL. (NEEDS UNAFF.) PEN PALS: Fellas. I don't know if you've read my one million word Morgan application, but... it's letters. Morgan likes writing letters, especially if there's someone on the receiving end this time. He'd prefer friends, but he's certainly not going to tamper with whatever dictates his partner. Don't wanna get in trouble... FAITH +1: Could be a fun thing, of course, what he's truly afraid of can't be shoved in his face... but, yaknow. Bugs can. If it means he'll get to see all kinds of bugs just by pretending to be afraid of them, well. Far be it from him not to check this place out. HEAVY ARMOR +1: Morgan is an awkward, unsocialized (properly) guy who has never done much acting aside from busting some moves with the Justice Cabal. That being said, he can really pull up if need be, and he'll dazzle anyone in the name of a good time. Also, a good grade. That's important too.

#⌜ OOC . ⌟ ✦ * · ˚#toa plotting

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1nm806 · 10 months

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hi... @crutchie-69 ( @the-woild-is-y-erster thought u might wanna see this too.. unsure tho!)

there was never silence in the manhattan newsie lodging house, but any volume was immediately doubled the moment any games were taking place. the current players sat around the card table were loud, mostly yelling at a pair of gamblers - both of whom wore matching wide grins as their fellow players shouted about them cheating at cards.

eventually, dimes - the shorter of the two - excused himself, walking over to the door, dodging the occasional piece of cutlery thrown at his head over his (definitely 100% totally fairly won) winnings, laughing loudly as the yelling quickly turned back on racetrack.

he readjusted his brown hat as he heard the italian say: "cmon fellas, one last game, double it - all or nothin!", and quickly slipped out the front door of the house. maybe he wanted to stick around and see if racer got soaked, but if he came back home with one more bruise from his own idiocy, shoe would probably take away his pack of cards. standing on the steps, he was focused on tucking his shirt into his shorts - too focused to realise that someone was also trying to leave the building. the only thing that tipped him off that that was an exclamation of surprise from behind him, and then someone walking straight into the back of him, knocking him down onto the street with a thud.

scrabbling to stand up before anyone saw him lying on the floor, dimes turned around to see a pair of the manhattan newsies, though he only recognised one of them. crutchie was making his way down the stairs, followed by some other guy the queen's newsie hadn't met before.

as the small boy brushed himself down, mystery boy opened his mouth to speak.

"you alright? took a fall and a half there, kid," he said. dimes gaped up at him, blinking slowly like a small child that was looking at some animal for the first time.

"dimes? buddy, if you have some memory issue now i ain't sure how i's gonna tell eel bout that-" came the concerned addition from crutchie, as the black haired boy's mouth opened and closed like a fish's before he blurted out:

"youse sound funny. whys you sound like that?"

there was a beat of silence, before the stranger burst out laughing, as crutchie desperately tried to do some level of damage control after dimes' impulsive words.

"i'm irish, kid. i have the accent still," mystery-irish boy responded once he'd stopped laughing.

"oh.. then the accents funny. youse still sounds weird, either way, i thinks," dimes tilted his head, face scrunched up in confusion. "who are you anyway? i ain't ever seen you 'round here."

"you'se ain't a newsie from this borough, dimes," crutchie pointed out - damn his sense, dimes thought the guy should stop spending time with davey, "of course you ain't seen him."

"the lads call me socks, on account of mine," said the no-longer-mysterious irish guy, gesturing at his (definitely odd) pair.

"dimes," came the response from the scrawny boy, as he looked socks up and down, "you gamble?"

"not against the kid who jus sent half the lodgin house into uproar with his cheating," socks smiled. goddamn it, he had sense as well! what was with all these hattan boys learning to use their brains?

"it wasn't cheatin, it was tactical choices used to win."

"definitely cheating."

"it weren't cheatin! i ain't ever cheated in my life! there ain't no proof-"

"alright, alright," crutchie cut in, shaking his head with amused exasperation, "dimes, we all know yous a cheater. and we also all knows you gots to run back to queen's or else eel'll send outta search party."

that got the kid's attention, though it didn't stop him childishly sticking his tongue out at the older boy for cutting him off. "fine! i's'll be back soon, nd youse nd your ir'sh newbie better not be here turnin your boys against my games!"

with that final comment, dimes turned on his heel and started the walk back to queen's, the last thing he heard was crutchie and socks saying something and laughing before he turned the corner, silently wondering where exactly irish people came from and if he would be laughed at for asking. geography wasn't his strong suit.

#jack's hawkin the headlines !!#we're makin' headlines !#newsies oc: dimes #riff's boy socks #im SO scared i got him wrong....#eel's boy zeke #eel's boy shoe #<- they got mentioned so. tags

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frostbite-the-bat · 7 months

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tell me about your fucked up petz creatures

I WILL GO OVER My Main Cast. alphabetically as they appear in my funny box !

Starting off with ABYSS!! i love her dearly. she's a spamton mixie! specifically a blue addison + spamton + sparkle kittling. she's got no eyes or colors (she's got blue paw pads, thought!), leading to an unsettling appearance. i love her dearly, though! she's full of cheeky personality and she loves jumping through the hoop, if she isn't knocking it out of my hand. (or doing other things... she loves to mess around)

up next is... asshole! yes. thats his name. he's my oldest spamton i currently have! he was originally a different spamton neo, but for petzspamton creator's comfort i converted him to be dib's spamton neo. being based on a siamese - he's picky and he's mean. he's an asshole. that name stuck with him. he used to wear an iconic sweater but this spamton neo kinda breaks shirts so he has a santa hat now!

also spamton neos in petz are known for. their. uhm. Thoughtful Gaze.

next is... BIG BOY! MY BELOVED!! he is a gift from petzspamton for me based on my mega spamton neo design! he came named bigboy and since even my mega spamton neo's nickname has been bigboy. :] he's big, he's cuddly, he's gentle and he LOVES food. he also flops. a LOT. and genuinely when i say he loves food i mean it, he's based on a persian and those love food in petz. he seems very eepy today he's flopping less than usual but probably because of how wacky the room layout is + he's too interested in buck plush

OLD BAD ART ALERT I DONDNT DRAW LIKE THIS NOW I DREW THIS IN MY FLOP ERA but heres mega sneo design. just for context!! (ye he got swapped wings but who cares)

if you see similarities between this hair and the way i draw high roller, no you dont. no you fucking dont.

up next is cap'n! i'll be honest i dont play with him as often since i converted everyone from petz 5 to petz 4 - losing k_k in the progress </3. he just loves starting fights with everyone its no fun </3 but ANYWAYS!! this is a hexie made by YOURS TRULY! hes goofy

can't show off cap'n without.. SWEET! oh boy after glados this is my most complicated hex. DO YOU KNOW HOW PAINFUL IT IS. TO MAKE A CUBE. OUT OF (SPHERES) (AND LINES THAT ARE VERY FUCKY) ITS HORRIBLE. sweet sweet sweet my dearest friend sweet they start fights sometimes too but are calmer than cap'n. they like playing with plushies a lot as you can see

next is creature! a funky little spamton mixie. seriously this thing is like generation 7 and listing everything thats In Their Blood may take a while. they've got lovely spots and neat textures + are pretty big!!! their tip ends with a pink which is a fun contrast compared to the blue/white gradient. very silly fella!!!

next is cupcake! one out of two silly kitties i got from bad_death ! they did a thing where they gave out unique textured/patterned fellas to people on petzcord. so these guys are unique! like everyone elses. i have other petz i got from other people that are hexed, but i don't have them in the playable petz folder right now. cupcake likes to flop around, too! what a lovely fuzzball... they also get scared of everything which isnt characteristic of a persian personality but. hey. the wordl is scaresy...

next is dragonfruit with their funky shrimp tail !! also a spamton mixie - you can defo see similarities between them and creature. i believe they're related? anyways - the main breed they take from is cubus! they have calico personality so they are very playful!!

next is fledgeling! Bird. i dont even know whats in them .

FROSTBITE. MADE BY PETZSPAMTON FOR ME. THIS smug-ass cursed entity. they're a little bastard beast. theyre just me but petz. smug ass. likes to 🤨🤨🤨🤨🤨. friends with some but enemy to many. LOVES DANCING. PLAY MUSIC INGAME AND THIS THING WILL SHAKE TAIL. dear god even this frost made it to hr's , they will kill.

also the iconic gif with them and spammo.

next is GLADOS! or catdos if you will. i made this with my own blood sweat and tears it was a nightmare. but look! glados !

im getting tired and i havent eaten today yet because im autism SO. SHORTER DESCRIPTIONS.

iceshock!! silly ice spammy kitty.

MANGO MY DEAREST BELOVED. YOUNGER BROTHER TO OTTERPOP. THOSSE TWO ARE BASICALLY MY MASCOT SPAMTONS. I LOVE THEM SO MUHHCHCHCHCHCHCHCHC. THISSECTION IS FOR THEM BOTH MWA MWA LOVE THEM. also that was ttheir bday gift a year ago They Didnt Like It. btw otterpop blue shirt mango flower shirt

onion .

....and i hit the image limit so...! feel free to ask for more...!

#guzma plays petz #[answered]

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bangchanbabygurl · 2 years

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Case 143 (Who is he?)

Genre: Angsty/Smut/Empathetic + apathetic/love triangle/College AU/Childhood friends

WARNINGS: mentions of depression, anxiety, mature themes, explicit language, dark themes, heavy topics, trauma, smut, sexual scenes, mentions of kinks, drug and alcohol abuse, verbal abuse, physical abuse, parental issues, vigorous sex scene, toxicity, eating disorders, and self-harm.

Word Count: 792

Daisy handed me her car keys, "Why?" I asked. "You need to start driving again little sis; lose that fear of yours." She spoke with enthusiasm; I looked at her red SUV. "I don't...know Daisy," I said, pushing the keys back into her hand. "Lilac, please, you need to drive a car again. I understand you're scared, but you need to lose that fear eventually." Daisy said with a smile. I bit my lip and looked at her car again; inhaling sharply I closed my eyes for two seconds.

"Maybe next week...Today I want to walk," I said, walking passed her. "Lilac!" She uttered as I ran away from the house; I caught my breath once I reached the streetlight. I pant lightly, looking around for any cars. Breathing steadily once again, I fixed my coat. "Shit!" Someone cursed, and pain shot through my ankle. I grabbed ahold of whoever bumped into me, "Fuck I'm so sorry. Are you okay?" They asked. I felt anger rise in me, "Couldn't you be more careful," I scolded.

I looked to see a toned chest; I gulped and looked up at the guy who crashed into my ankle. "I'm so sorry I lost control of the skateboard." He apologized; he had a slight accent. He had a light tan, probably due to being out in the sun too much. His eyes, almond-shaped brown spheres...he made my heart skip a beat. I shook my head lightly and looked away, "Is your ankle okay?" He asked. I sided-eye him, "It's fine," I said through my teeth. The sharp pain made a yelp escape my lips, "You're not fine," The guy said. I gripped my bookbag, "Who's fault is that?" I mumbled.

A gasp left my lips as the guy swept me off my feet; fear of being dropped, I grabbed hold of him. I look at him. "Are you insane?" I asked. "No..." He paused as he sat me down on the nearest bench, "It is my fault you got hurt." He said. I turn my gaze back to him, "You lost control..." I said. He examined my ankle, "What's your name anyways?" I asked. His brown eyes looked into mine, sending shivers down my spine. "Han...Han Jisung, but my friends call me Han," He said; I hummed. "Han Jisung...Lilac" I said, extending my hand to him. Han looked perplexed, but a chuckle left his rosy lips. "Lilac...well, you'll be engraved in my mind." He said with a smile. I blushed at his words, "Funny...so I've never seen you around here before. Are you new?" I asked.

Han laughs and shakes his head, "Nope, I just got back from visiting Malaysia," He says. I saw Seungmin and Felix coming from a block away, "I see, well Han, I don't think you need to worry about my ankle." I said with a smile. Han looked up at me and stood up, "Why is that...Lilac?" He asked with a cheeky grin. "My friends can help," I said, "Lilac?" Seungmin asked. I turned to see Felix picking up the skateboard off the street, "You okay?" He asked as he glanced at Han. I nodded, "Just a small accident," I said. Felix looked at my ankle and Han, "I believe this yours," His deep voice spooked Han a little. I chuckle, "Guys, this is Han Jisung." I introduced them.

From the looks on Seungmin's and Felix's faces, they didn't seem too happy. "Fellas..." Han said nervously; he cleared his throat. "Yeah, we know who he is," Felix spoke harshly; I furrowed my brows in confusion. "What did he do?" Seungmin asked; I looked at him. "It was an accident Min. He didn't do it on purpose." I said. Han gripped his skateboard, "I should get going; it was nice meeting you, Lilac" Han said as he took off on his board. I whack Seungmin's arm, "You two didn't have to be rude to him," I spoke harshly at them.

Felix sighed, "Lilac, that's Han Jisung." He said. I looked at him confused, "I know I just met him," I said. Seungmin groaned, "Lilac...Han Jisung, the guy rumored to have gotten Ro Na knocked up." He said. I shook my head, "Rumors are nothing unless he or Ro Na come forward to tell otherwise." I said. I looked at my ankle before standing up; the pain was bearable. "Let's go; you two owe me new books," I said, smiling; Felix and Seungmin linked their arms with mine. "To the bookstore then," Felix said with a smile; I giggled at the mention of bookstore.

Han Jisung...he's sweet and very apologetic. I wonder if I have him in any of my classes.

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Trick Or Treat: Albert DaSilva x OC *Halloween Special* 🎃

Set in 1900 after the strike, the Newsies take Les trick or treating and run into a new friend from Queens, one that seems to stick with Albert. Sorry it's a bit short. :)

Albert’s POV

“Come on, Davey! It’s already 7:30 and we’ve only gone down 2 blocks!”

I hold back a laugh as Les drags Davey through the crowd-a knee-high kids. It’s Halloween, my kind-a holiday when you can stay up late and scare people to death! And right now it’s time to score some sugar.

“He’s right, Davey.” Jack walks up wearing his usual cowboy attire. “He ain’t get’n any younger.”

“Nonsense!” Race grins. “The night is young! We sold all our papes today so it's time for celebrating! Now let’s pick up the pace- I want Necco Wafers now!”

We all run down the sidewalk with Les leading the pack, hitting one apartment after anodda. A half hour goes by and soon we’s already at the edge of town.

“Well well well, if it ain’t the ‘Hattan boys,” a voice calls from behind us.

We all groan. “Hi Spot.”

Spot Colon, AKA the ‘King of Brooklyn,’ struts up along with more Brooklyn newsies.

“You’s trick-or-treating? What are ya, 5?” Before we argue he holds up his hands and chuckles. “Relax, relax. I’s just joking. In fact that’s what we’s doing here too. You know, for the little ones.” He looks over his shoulder and seems to get a gleam in his eye. “I want you’s to meet Annie.” He steps aside and a cute goil in overalls hops outta the dark. “She’s an old friend-a mine, so no mess’n around. Understand, Race?”

But Race don’t seem too interested, however Spot’s woids go right over my head.

“Hey doll, you’s ain’t from around here are ya?” I hold out a hand. “Name’s Albert.”

Annie’s POV

When Spot told me about how fun Halloween in ‘Hattan is I was so excited! There ain’t much to do in Queens, so I normally find somewhere else to party. What I didn’t expect was to meet Spot’s friends, rather good-looking ones if I do say so myself. Especially the ginger who’s shaking my hand.

“Hiya, Albert!” I say with a bright smile.

He gets a glazed look in his eyes and tilts his head. “I’s never seen you around Brooklyn before.”

“No, I’m from Queens.” I nudge Spot’s shoulder and he groans in annoyment. “I just hang with Spot when I’m bored. You fellas got anything exciting in ‘Hattan?”

Albert bites his lip and a part-a me’s hoping he invites me over, but to do that I can tell we godda get away from Colon.

“Say Spot, I think I’m gonna go check out the rich folks’ party down the block. I’ll catch up later!”

Spot seems reluctant, but he knows he can’t control me. He gives me a stiff nod and goes back to talk’n with the odda ‘Hattan boys, cueing me to give Albert a quick gesture to follow me. He bounds after me down the street and once we’s in a noisy spot away from the oddas Albert’s laugh’n like crazy.

“You’s just as daring as I am, doll!”

“Darn straight!” I grin and turn to face him. “Now we can chat without Colon give’n us the death stare.”

He gets a funny look and part-a me thinks he’s too chicken to go against Spot. “Why does Colon keep such a close eye on ya? You two close or someth’n?”

His noivousness makes me suppress a chuckle and I put a hand on his shoulder to calm him down. “Relax. Spot just worries ‘cause I don’t got too many street smarts as the rest-a yous.”

Albert nods in understanding. “He’s right to look out for ya. Makes me wonder how a pretty thing like yourself’s gone this long without get’n a normal life.”

His comment makes my smile fade and I put my hands on my hips. “And what’s that mean?”

Albert sees he’s slipped up his wording and holds up his hands. “Just say’n that you’s a very luvely goil and I’s surprised you’s ain’t married yet. You don’t seem like you’s should be hang’n around guys like me.”

He’s a lot more observant than I thought. Albert’s guessed I ain’t lower class, and he ain’t completely wrong. My folks have a decent income, but money can still be tight sometimes.

“I ain’t poor, but I ain’t rich eidda. And I don’t let someth’n as cliché as social class get in the way of my life.” I push past him and start walk’n away. “And if you’s think I’s just a pretty goil who should get married then take a hike, pal.”

Albert rushes up from behind. “I don’t mean it like that, honest-!”

“Oh sure, ‘cause I’s just an innocent, weak, pretty goil who shouldn’t be seen with lower class- you’s start’n to sound like my modda-!”

But I don’t get to finish my outburst because Albert pushes me against the cold brick wall and leans in. It comes outta nowhere and at foist I’m shocked, but then anodda feel'n grows throughout me that acts as anodda reason for my racing heartbeat.

“You like it dangerous, don’t ya doll? No wonder Colon has to watch over ya, never know when you’ll get into trouble. I ain’t say’n you’s a weak goil, I just wish I weren’t so poor so I could take you out properly.”

His husky voice makes me shutter and subconsciously lean into him, getting a surprised response from the gorgeous ginger.

“Annie, I- Does this- D-Do you like me too?” A simple reaction and he’s reduced to scattered woods.

“Yes,” I whisper. “Like I said, I don’t let social class come between me and what I want.”

He seems to regain his confidence and grins. “And what is it you want?”

I smirk and lean in to whisper in his ear: “Trick or treat, Albert.”

“Hmm… I ain’t sure I wanna take my chances with the trick…” He leans in closer and I feel his warmth surround me. “Or maybe I could ask ya out for a treat. Whaddya say, Annie?”

I lean in and give his lips a quick peck, making his face go nearly as red as his hair. “You seem like a treat yourself, handsome. I’d luv to go out with ya-!”

I’s barely gotten my woods out when Albert’s eyes light up and suddenly I feel soft lips be’n pressed to mine. I close my eyes and almost forget to stand, melting into Albert’s strong arms. Amidst the crowds of chattering kids and various Halloween celebrations all I can think of is him, no woids needing to be said to understand each odda. Once we pull apart for air Albert’s smiling like an idiot.

“God, I wish I would’ve started sell’n in Queens a long time ago! You wanna go on that date now?”

I kiss him one last time and start pull’n him towards the festivities. “Does caramel taste sweet?”

He grins and wraps an arm around my waist as we rush into the crowd. “I’ll take that as a yes!”

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Hot Dogs and Small Talks (One-Night Stands, Part 4.)

Description: Chief Hopper has been a mystery since he appeared back in town. Most people considered him a “lost, whoring-around alcoholic junkie”. But what if he actually manages to find a friend amongst all the known strangers he meets in Hawkins daily?

Part Summary: Being the one Hopper decided to turn to in the time of biggest distress officially made you someone he not only wanted to bang, but also someone he wanted to befriend. Yet, to be honest, it only meant that there was more trouble to come.

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Tagging: @theinfaethablefig

Master list: One-night Stands | Jim's playlist: H E R E

James Hopper was usually confident in everything he was doing.

He was confident when he dealt with solving and resolving crimes, he drove with confidence, sang with confidence (even though he couldn't sing for the love of God) and he even seduced women with a strong amount of it. What did he have to fear, right? Not that he would think he was the best-looking fella around, but he surely knew his looks weren't the worst. Yet sometimes, the demons got him all of a sudden, pinning him to the ground until he couldn't breathe. These demons could get him anywhere at any time - but around his "anniversaries", the demons got worse, louder, and greedier than usual. And on those nights, he really feared being alone by himself in his trailer.

Usually, James decided to solve his problems with alcohol. On those nights, you'd find him in one of Lafayette's or Kokomo's bars either picking up ladies or playing pool with the guys inside... Occasionally even starting a fight. Which was his favorite activity when nights got like this.

The thing about the year's anniversary was that it didn't take place on a weekend night and it came all of a sudden while he was focused on something entirely else, which left him defenseless in the end. Yeah, sure, he could go for a quick trip to Kokoma, but he didn't even feel like that.

Since you were the closest at the time he felt the most distressed, you were his victim. Sure, he was trying to get under your skirt, but now he wasn't even hoping anything would happen that night. James just needed someone to talk to, someone who'd listen to him. You didn't seem a bad pick - you could be quite funny when you felt like being playful and he even managed to get you over the "you're fucking weird" phase. Now, you were more or less relaxed in his presence, shaking your head when he dropped an innuendo, laughing with him.

That brought you back into the moment. Opening your mouth, you looked up to Hopper standing there with an expression of a martyr. James was standing in front of the cash register with his hands in his pockets, his stare piercing the six-pack you were still holding onto. Well this was a conundrum, wasn't it? For some random reason, you were interested in Hopper ever since you met him in his "furrow and apathy" days, then it turned out he'd actually want to have a fun one-time with you (that was your theory at that time, at least) and now he was standing in front of the register, asking you for a bit of your time. For some reason, this wasn't going the way you'd expect it to go.

For the first time ever, you didn't seem to see the "I don't give a damn fuck" in front of you. You weren't looking at the ladies' man either - this man was broken, sad, and lonely. Not apathetic or furious... Just broken. Deciding against your better judgment, you set the six-pack on the counter, looking at your wristwatch. "I can close the store two hours early, at 8 p.m., cannot do much more, unfortunately." - You mumbled, moving on to clicking the numbers on the register, not sparing Hopper another look. - "Does that work?" - Then you did something Hopper saw for the first time in a long time - you gave him a genuine smile. Sure, he made his subordinates laugh, ladies giggle and most of the people grin, but he hadn't seen a true, genuine smile in a few good years.

"You're a miracle worker, Y/N. Thank you. Hotdogs will be on me." "Wouldn't go with you otherwise." - Alright, you weren't stopping at a smile. Now you snickered too. - "Hope this isn't a date or anything, Hopper. Wouldn't like to interpret the situation in a wrong way." - Now, he felt a smile creeping in as well. So far, you seemed to be not only the only choice he had but the right one as well. In the end, even though you were just casually flirting for the last two weeks, you were probably the closest he had to a friend at the moment. Sure, he could call Joyce, but he wasn't exactly nicest to her lately.

Joyce was that kind of person who'd still take him in with her arms open - she was always like that. A beautiful, bright woman with a great spirit and a great heart. Her problem was that she knew - she knew his history since they knew each other for a very long time... And they even used to be friends back in the day. Joyce knew about Vietnam, about him moving to New York, about Diane... And... Joyce knew... She knew about her. About his small precious angel, his baby girl. And that was why Jim didn't want her to help. You were willing to spend an hour or two without knowing too much. What did you even know? That he's a grumpy asshat? And who didn't know that?

"I would never." - Jim played it off cool, shaking his head. - "Clearly, you're the only one having a wrong idea here. See you at eight, then?" "Woah, first asking me out and then forgetting to pay? Geez. 8.75, come on." - Just when he picked up the six-pack, you grabbed the other half of it, bringing down it down with a loud bang. Sure, it wasn't like you thought Jim is about to steal, but you really didn't want to pay it from your pocket. A moment later, you watched him leaving the shop - when he turned around for some reason, you waved at him, giving him another smile.

After talking to Karen, you were growing to like her more and more, who came to shop with her older son Mike, the rest of the day had gone by quite quickly. Of course, you informed Donald about closing two hours earlier (which he didn't say anything against since you were the only worker in town for the past two weeks), it was almost eight p.m. Humming one of those seventies guitar songs, you restocked some of the items in the electronics section, making sure everything was ready for the following day. The very last thing you did was that you hung your blue uniform in the back closet, noting to yourself that you truly had to sweep the floors as soon as possible. You didn't really want to, but someone had to. You couldn't just let Joyce walk into a messy excuse for a store. Furrowing and pressing your lips together, you watched the mess once more as you put on a light sweater. By a lucky coincidence, it was also the sweater you had on when you first walked around Hawkins - the one that brought both bad and good memories.

Taking in a long breath, your mind pushed you down the memory lane against your better judgment; you could still feel the itching as the man stared right at you. You remembered the first time he had ever seen you in this article of clothing and as you caressed the intricate patterns on it, recalling the way the man was smiling at you. The sun was shining through the windows of your apartment, filling the space up with warmth and light. But then something snapped, something changed; something so profound that you simply had to escape.

From the corner of your eye, you already saw Hopper parking in front of the store as you walked around and turned off all the lights. Grabbing your purse, you locked the cash register and pulled out the keys, closing the store for the night. For a short moment, you stood there in absolute silence, thinking about everything and anything at the same moment.

To your surprise, the man jumped out of the driver’s seat and stood standing in front of the car, dressed in one of those flannel shirts that looked super fly and expansive as shit - you never saw James Hopper appearing as normal as he appeared that evening. The work-related thoughts were suddenly forgotten as you put a hand on your hip, watching him smoke.

You hoped, for the love of God, that this wasn’t what it clearly indicated - Hopper trimmed his facial hair, quite clearly, dressed up all posh and stuff, picked you up, and intended to pay for you; what did he expect in return? You hoped his expectations were low because you grew to like his continuous attempts to seduce you. It was fun and it complimented you quite a lot; you weren’t ready to cut it all off just yet. Taking in a deep breath, you clung your hand onto the strap of your bag and reached for your keys as you walked out, locking the store.

“Hey.” - The man sprung on his feet immediately, opening his arm while looking at your post-work glory; sweaty and a bit greasy hair, your skin tone paler than usual and the bags under your eyes were dark blue. And to him, you still looked pretty darn attractive, to be honest; but that was something Hopper shook out of his head quite quickly, since he wasn’t in the mood for games, really. - “Hey.” - You mumbled back, opening your arms in the same way he did just to put them back down; as you sat down next to him, the awkwardness and silence were through the roof - and his song choice made you cringe even more. The first notes of Stand by Me started playing melancholically as you rolled your eyes. o much so that you closed your eyes and clenched your teeth together quickly before looking at him.

“Hopper, listen…” - You started before realizing that the man is looking at the radio of his Blazer with the same panic as you did, pressing next as if his life depended on it. Holy shit, you thought to yourself, this was a funny fucking coincidence. “I didn’t even know I have Ben King on this tape when I put it in an hour ago, I swear on my damn life.” - The man swore, and just the fact that you were snickering made him snicker back at you as he lowered the volume of the music, putting both his palms back on the steering wheel. - “How was work? All good?”

“Moderate I’d say.” - You answered honestly and rolled your window down, leaning your elbow into the frame as you played with the cold wind. - “Nothing too exciting. Karen Wheeler stopped by with her son who was giving me nasty looks, but I don’t think it was personal - he had to look after his younger sister, so he was annoyed. Joyce said he’s kinda cool when he hangs out with Will.”

“Oh, yeah, Joyce. How’s she?” - James asked while pulling his own window down, finishing his cigarette; the interaction was so regular, nothing out of the ordinary, and yet, it felt like the weirdest thing ever. You didn’t know how James managed to be present and absent at the same time, but you were fascinated by this trait; while humming at everything you told him, he was still furrowing in front of himself, not sparing you a single unnecessary look. - “She’s slowly losing her sanity; the first few days, she said the days off are magical, but now she can’t wait to get back to work. She says she’s getting bored out of her mind. And… What about you?” “What about me?” “Um, anything? How was your day, how you’re doing?”

That was when Hopper finally paid you a fair amount of attention. The man turned his head in your direction for a bit, opening and closing his mouth as he tried to figure out what should he answer. In the end, he just nodded awkwardly and literally stuttered out his answer.

"It... It was just another day at the station. I'm doing as usual." - The entire time, he kept on nodding to assure himself; making you sense the stench of bullshit in the air. The usual meant brooding and furrowing at everyone at everything he came in contact with - you've seen his 'usual' first hand. This was far from it, actually; this person was unsure and scared. So in response, you just lifted your eyebrow and asked... - "Are you sure about that?"

"Obviously." - Hopper snickered ironically, putting his big boy antics on. And after he said that, you both fell completely silent. Whatever he was going through, he obviously wasn't gonna simply spill the beans and tell you his darkest secret. Not that night anyway. To be fair, you understood that sentiment; you wouldn't talk to him about your former boyfriend either. The memories were bringing you a lot of pain and uncertainty, your self-confidence was mostly left in shambles and until that very day, you were still reminding yourself of what the asshole yelled at you at the top of his lungs. You knew that none of what your ex had spat in your face was true, but it still made you doubt yourself greatly. Who even were you? What were you even worth? What was holding you in this world? It would be so easy to...

Holding onto the door handle a bit too harshly made you snap out of all the thoughts circling through your mind. Hopper was still staring in front of himself with one of his elbows leaned into the opened window beside him as he watched the road with a bored expression. You've left Hawkins by that point, now driving through a deep, dark forest. There was something about the wilderness surrounding Hawkins that made you uneasy. You didn't really know why you felt so weird about the masses of trees and rocks covered in moss, but you were fairly sure that it wouldn't be a hiking destination of your choice. - "I know you're the chief of police." - You mumbled, giving him a careful smirk. - "And murder would be easy for you to just cover, but... I hope you're planning on dropping me in front of my place."

It was a rather joke you had just made; so much so that it made Hopper laugh quietly while turning left off the main road. "Lucky for you, I'm not in the mood for making a mess. But for real." - The man joked back, pointing his finger forward, making you look out of the window. - "This is the best hot-dog place you'll ever visit." In front of you, there was a small cabin with a neon sign that said 'Harry's'. Nothing more, nothing less - just Harry's. It was built directly next to a lake, having multiple piers around. It reminded you of a fisherman's hut; there were barrels, nets, and piles of ropes everywhere. If someone would take you here during the day, you'd never suspect it could be a restaurant. Parking the Blazer on the dusty driveway, you two didn't spend any time just looking around.

Hopper lead the way, giving you a moment to take the atmosphere in - the mass of water was making the air a bit chillier, the crickets were loud as all hell here in the middle of nowhere and the splashing of water was making you relaxed. Harry's establishment had a great view of the entire lake, especially if were to walk on one of the piers and took a look around. - "You good?" - The man called out to you when he saw you standing at the edge of the wooden construct, hugging yourself as you took in the surroundings. "Yea, sorry." - You smiled back, finally catching up with him.

The interior of the establishment was just as nice as the outdoors - the cabin had a story, and history could be felt as soon as you walked in. Everywhere around the walls, there were various fishing trinkets and big, black and white pictures of boats and fishermen; some, you assumed, were either former owners of said cabin or used the building previously. The tables were neatly set and cleaned, even though there haven't been many customers visiting at this time of the day. There was one old jukebox standing in the corner, playing pretty neat tunes. Overall, you found the place very enjoyable. Hopper walked to the owner nonetheless, leaning his elbows into the counter while lighting up another cig. You followed his example, pushing yourself up on the bar stool.

"Jim!" - To your surprise, the owner wasn't any guy in his late fifties with grey hair, wrinkles, and a big, good ol' smile. It was a woman in her thirties with her hair loosely framing her face. And dear lord, she was very pretty. - "What a surprise, haven't seen you in ages." "Same goes to you, Agnes. You look better and better each time I swing around here." - Suddenly, the flirty Hopper you knew was back - you knew the crooked smile, gently closed eyes, and tone of voice. Oh. So that was what Jonathan was talking about. The ladies' man Jim Hopper.

"Oh, come on, stop. I'm not giving you a discount." - Agnes shushed him while polishing a glass, turning her head to you. - "I assume you're here with him, eh? Don't mind him, he's an asshole." "Not fair." - Hopper protested with a chuckle, turning his eyes to you to hear your answer. "I kinda figured already, don't worry Agnes." - And at that, Agnes started to laugh loudly. Hopper, who should've seen that coming, simply tapped the counter and smiled ever more widely. To be fair, he didn't expect the evening to feel like that at all; he didn't expect to feel welcomed and kind of... What was the word... Happy that you're there. What you couldn't know was that Agnes was his old high-school friend who, as it turned out, was dating a woman as you spoke - it would be understandable if the friendly flirting would make you feel weird.

"Oh, Hopper, I like this girl. Where did you find her?" - The woman asked and patted your hand resting on the counter. - "I'll give you a discount, though. Don't worry." "Thanks." - You said with shy giggling, turning away from her.

Just ordering food took you twenty minutes - the conversation between the three of you was playful and pleasant, and you enjoyed every single bit of it. Hopper and Agnes bounced off each other with a great deal of laughter sandwiched within, making you join the conversation just when you felt like it. Agnes liked you, she really did; she really liked how your sassy one-liners made Hopper look at you with his lips parted, furrowing at what you've just said. Somewhat, she got the feeling that you're not one of his dates - you've been too dressed for that, you've been too polite for that and sadly, you were smarter than most of the women James tended to bring into her small restaurant. She sort of wished you were though because you'd be the first normal woman Jim would be able to seduce after fucking years.

"Here it is." - Agnes said while putting two hot dogs down on the countertop, springling mashed potato chips right on top of them, and putting two cans of coke right next to them. You needed to say that you haven't seen a hot dog looking as good as that, James was right. - "One of the best hot dogs in goddamn Indiana. Take my word for that."

"They look absolutely delicious." - With that, you finally slipped off the barstool and picked up your hot dog, making sure it won't fall out of your grasp. - "Thanks, Agnes. I'll definitely pop by sometime, because holy damn. And you want only four dollars for this amount of food? Wow." - When you were done praising the hot dog (which made the woman grin at you amusingly), you turned your head back to Hopper. - 'Wanna sit on the pier? The view looked fantastic." "Yea, sure." - James answered while picking his stuff up. As soon as you were out of the door, Agnes tugged on his flannel shirt, almost making him drop the food. Her eyes pierced right through his emotionless expression. - "This was the most normal, intelligent, and lovely girl you've ever brought here. And you only let me meet the women that pass into the second round of selection. If you fuck up, you're a goddamn fool. Just wanted to tell you that, moron."

At first, Hopper stood there and watched his friend furiously polish some of the mugs for beer, not knowing what this was about; only until he opened up his mouth with a slight 'awww' coming out. He could be so dense at times; so much so that Agnes repeated the awww mockingly. "You got all of this wrong." - He said, cracking up a bit while watching Agnes' eyes looking slowly rolling back. - "Yea, she's really pretty and I thought about that stuff, yannow, but... I'm not making a move here tonight, Agnes. Do you know what date it is?" - Upon that question, she glanced over to the calendar - she knew. Of course, she knew. - "She's not my date. She's my friend." - And with that, Hopper left the establishment, following you to the edge of the pier where you sat down and waved your legs around like an actual kid.

"Agnes is really nice and fun. You known her for long?" - You said while Hopper dropped next to you in the least elegant way possible. The man didn't answer to what you just said, he simply hummed and took a bite out of the hot dog. You were totally right - the view was simply magical. The air smelled fresh and damp, mixed in with the typical scent of the woods Hopper loved so much. Sometimes, while you stared at the water, you could see the fish splashing around and swimming here and there. "I know you're not fine." - You said all of a sudden, making Hopper choke on the bite he had just taken. He had to crack his can open and take a long chug to make sure he won't asphyxiate. - "It was pretty obvious that something had happened when you asked me to hang out with you, let alone that I'm basically a stranger to you. And I understand what's it like to feel isolated and lonely, like you don't have anyone to talk to or to confide in." - Saying that, you took another bite yourself, waiting for him to answer. Yet there was nothing more but the splashing of the water, the sounds of the forest, and the buzzing of crickets disturbing the silence. "I won't make you talk about what's really on your mind, or what happened, since you obviously don't want to tell me. Sure, it would be nice to know once some time passes by, but you have the right to keep your secrets safe. It wouldn't be too nice of me to do anyway, would it? But I want you to know that I really appreciate being the one you asked to help you out." - And with that, you gave him one of the purest smiles anyone had ever given to him. - "And I also appreciate that you showed me this hot dog place, Agnes fucking knows what she's doing."

It was officially at that moment when you stopped being the object of his lust - you were something more than that. You started to become his friend. That also meant that things were only about to get more and more complicated for Jim.

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