#this time I wasnt the one who could shut their trap

[selfless-desires]

continuing from here, — @mcrtyrized , , ,

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While Steve didn't actually intend to offend his newly made ally, the look in their eyes told him more than enough without needing to improvise— he couldn't specify what exactly went through their mind, he's never been good at reading strangers (especially guys), though one could only assume being called an idiot just minutes after losing a fight didn't sit well with the guy's pride. There was a noticable shift in the atmosphere, the air between the two felt heavier than it has before as the young Harrington chose to stay silent rather than make the situation worse for himself. If he was lucky, Leland wouldn't deck him in the face for all the shit he's spilled in the last minute or two— though they sure as hell looked tempted to do so, even if only for a brief moment.

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It wouldn't be the first nor the last time Steve has run his mouth in what one could describe mindless fashion, lackin' any sort of filter that might've saved his ass were he wise enough to think before speaking— though, to his surprise, while expectin' a walk on eggshells for the rest of the night, Leland took things… fairly well considering everything. Better than what he would've expected after witnessing the guy sock someone just minutes prior— would've thought he deserved it, too, after how he failed to do anything but make 'em feel worse… or maybe he hasn't. Whatever trace of annoyance there's been on their face was now gone & replaced with a playful smile, their hushed chuckle relieving him of whatever tension he's felt prior.

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'It's stupid,' those words felt familiar, being one to use them all the same when it came to his own problems— the elbow nudgin' his shoulder earned Steve's attention for a brief moment before he'd glance back to meet their gaze. Chocolate brown eyes searchin' their own while they went on about what brought them here in the first place & once more, Steve couldn't help but feel that maybe they weren't all that different. Asshole parents, he too know what it was like to have your college funds paid for you & expected to bring results— only difference is, Steve's parents have long given up on their son ever being more than what they meant him to be from the moment he was seen in a cradle: a successor of the oil company his family have passed down from father to son for dozens of years.

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It was when the other chose to lean on his side that Harrington snapped out of whatever trance he's been in, staring at the guy a while too long for it to be appropriate due to a smile he happened to find pretty. Instead of pushing 'em off like most would've in his situation he chose to give them a shoulder to lean on, quite literally, a hand coming around their side to pat them in what could be seen as an (awkward) attempt at comfort. Steve's arm lingered there, the tips of his fingers lightly pickin' at the fabric beneath 'em while he huffed out a hushed comment.

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" Take it easy, man. " he would say, voice now softened with more room for comfort instead of past grievances. Couldn't help but look over when he felt the weight on his shoulder, too, givin' him an odd sense of comfort he'd choose not to question but enjoy while it lasted. He's learnt just how fast things could end after all, why should the question of why be prioritized instead of the peace he so clearly ached for? Then again, it should've been no surprise it'd end all too soon as Leland chose to move from his side— the wobble in their step & the pained look in their eye more than enough to warrant the flash of worry that painted the young man's visage.

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“ Hey… hey hey hey, HEY–! “ firm hands reached to grasp at the other's frame as Steve moved to stand on his own feet, holding them by their shoulders to ensure they wouldn't topple down on the stairs like they might've if he weren't there for their aid. “ Careful, Jesus– last thing I need is for you to land us in a hospital, ” while one could consider this scolding there was a clear hint of worry within the young man's speech, doe brown eyes searchin' Leland's features as if to assess just how dire their situation were from the seems— should he take the guy to a doctor? Maybe… but first, he needed them to cooperate. How would he achieve that? Well… he's dealt with a whole tribe of kids before— sure enough there'd be a way to bribe some guy to stay, even if it needed some creative thinking.

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Instead of letting go of 'em Harrington faintly applied weight to their shoulders, give 'em a little encouragement to do the right thing so to speak, not planning on letting go of them without proper medical aid— he's dealt with concussions, got one himself just the year prior, he wasn't about to let them make a mistake that could've been avoided. “ Just… settle down, alright? I’ll bring you something to drink, “ get some sugar in their system, possibly help with the forming ache in their temple— or perhaps quench a thirst they may or may not be aware of at the time being. Whatever the case, Steve wouldn't be rid of quite easily as he didn't give the athlete the time or chance to refuse his 'generousity', even if they considered it.

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“ What do you crave? Sprite, Pepsi, Fanta… " once he was sure they wouldn't attempt to stand on their own for a second time Steve redirected his focus onto the flight of stairs behind him. One step after another the brunet slowly descended while still keeping an eye on his peer, just to be sure, hands loosely hangin' by his sides while he awaited their answer— he already knew what he'd get for himself, the promise of a cool drink enough to encourage him to move with a faint skip in his step while trying to divide his attention— was a mere miracle he didn't stumble over his own feet just yet, though he wasn't about to jinx a bold statement.

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[aciddrattboyy]

red flags and long nights

your feelings for megumi were very much real but it was pretty apparent only saw you as a fuck buddy- but who were you to pass up any opportunity to be with him

megumi x f! reader ☆ wc: 1.7k cw: smut, angst if you squint, spit (one mention), oral/fingering (f!receiving), penetrative sex [!characters are aged up!] a/n: im high while posting this and i was while writing this so i apologize if its shit this has the potential of becoming a multi part work i have some ideas but im not sure bc theres tons i wanna write

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the knock on your door sent a mix of dread and anticipation through your body. for a moment you considered not even opening it. you knew it was megumi from the countless times he’d come to your apartment before. late night, unannounced, needing something. needing you. you had tried to rationalize it before; friends with benefits wasnt such a bad thing. a lot of people had that very arrangement. but when you really thought about it, you couldn’t confidently call megumi a friend. 

you stood in your kitchen, the light from the open freezer illuminating the area. and with a sigh, you shut the freezer and made your way to the door. twisting the knob, you half heartedly hoped that he had left by now. but there he was. 

megumi looked tired as usual, hands shoved in his pockets and eyes only half opened as he waited for you to let him in. a lump formed in your throat as you closed the door behind him. whether from the excitement or nerves, you weren't able to discern the difference between the two anymore. you watched as he took off his shoes and placed them neatly on the rack, your heartbeat growing faster with every passing second. 

a rush of adrenaline shot through you when you felt megumis hands land on your hips, bringing you closer to him and backing you against the wall. he wasted no time, lips latching onto your exposed neck as he pressed against you. a small whimper left your lips as a hand traveled south, grabbing the back of your thigh and lifting your leg to rest against his hip. 

“not here,” you breathed out as his other hand groped at your chest, your body growing hot as you felt how hard he was under his sweatpants. “my room,” he reluctantly let up after a few moments. your face grew hot; despite how dark it was in the entrance way, you could feel how intensely he was staring at you. with only a short nod, megumi trailed behind as you led him to your bed. 

he closed the door of your bedroom behind him, watching you intently as you turned to face him. you offered him a small smile, one he couldnt seem to give back before pressing his lips against yours. you instinctively wrapped your arms around his neck, deepening the kiss. your breath hitched as megumi lifted you into his arms with seemingly minimal effort. the kiss grew messy, only stopping as he laid you on your bed. he stood over you, stripping down to his underwear. the low light of your lamp showering his toned body in a warm yellow glow. he didnt allow you to stare for long, getting onto the bed and trapping you under him. he looked at you below him, dick pressing against his boxers as he took in the sight. with a shuddered breath, he grabbed the hem of your shirt and slowly took it off of you. hands smoothing over your stomach and traveling up to your now bare chest. 

you knew from the time you spent with him that megumi wasnt one to show his emotions on the outside. this was the only time he let some of it slip through the cracks and you wanted to make the most of it. sitting up on your elbows, you tangled your hands into his hair, pushing him down to meet your lips. 

megumi was quick to oblige, slotting his tongue between your lips as he grinded against you. a small whine left both of you at his movements, your hips bucking to meet his. your head felt hazy as megumis hands worked skillfully to discard of shorts and panties, doing so without interrupting your messy make out session. he nudged your legs open with his knee, your thighs resting on top of his as he now directly humped your bare cunt. he could feel how wet you were through his boxers, leaving a damp patch against his covered dick.  your whines were muffled by his lips as he continued to press himself against you. with one last lingering kiss, megumi let up. hands planted on either side of your head as he looked down at you.

“can i,” his voice was almost hoarse as he spoke, eyes never leaving yours as he waited for the go-ahead. too embarrassed and wound up to answer back with words, you nodded your head, heart racing as he moved down your body until he was face level in front of your sopping pussy. 

he licked a stripe over your slit, eliciting a gasp from you. your head lolled to the side as you slot a hand in his hair, biting your lip as spread your thighs further open. he kissed your inner thigh, resting his head on the other as he pushed two fingers inside of you. he started off slow, pumping his fingers in at a steady place as he licked at your clit. 

your eyes were screwed shut as he hit that spot inside of you, shallow breaths leaving your lips as made an attempt at not making too much noise. his free hand held onto your thigh tightly as he picked up his speed, fucking you with his fingers as his mouth latched onto your clit.

“hah- megumi-,” your voice was shaky as your thighs began to tremble with your oncoming orgasm. megumi got the message, adding a third finger as he set a brutal pace. a low groan left his throat as he felt your walls flutter and clench around him as the knot in your stomach only grew. you werent able to hold back a string of moans as you came, your whole body twitched as you came undone around his fingers. those moans quickly turned into a whimper as he kept going, working you through your orgasm and teetering on the edge of overstimulation. your hips moved jaggedly, trying to escape the onslaught of pain and pleasure before megumi slowed down to a stop. pulling out his fingers and dragging them between your folds, spreading you open for him. 

with one last strangely intimate kiss to your clit, megumi sat up, taking off his boxers and discarded them somewhere on the floor. repositioning himself between your legs, his eyes never left you. his heavy gaze sent heat straight to your cunt, making your hole twitch in anticipation of what was to come. 

you watched as megumi tilt his head down, a string of spit falling down onto his cock. his wrist moved languidly over it as he took in your state; hot and flushed as your chest rose and fell shakily. he grit his teeth, jaw clenched as he pressed his dick against your cunt, feeling how wet you were from your orgasm moments before. he was insatiable, you knew that. it was why he kept coming back. you constantly told yourself it wasnt the only reason. but you werent fooling anyone but yourself. 

you felt his tip prod against you, pushing in slowly. a low hiss left him, growing drunk on the way you felt around him. leaning over you, he buried his head into the crook of your neck, kissing the skin messily as he pushed himself in until his pelvis met yours. you mewled at the feeling.

your hands clawed at his back as he began to move, setting a fast pace that continuously knocked the air out of you. the sound of his hips snapping against yours rang through the room, almost drowning out your moans and whines. a hand snaking down your body to rub at your abused clit as he continued to pound into you.

the bed creaked as megumi moved both of your bodies with the push of his hips, pace growing unsteady as he grew closer to his own orgasm. the feeling was becoming too much for you as the knot in your stomach threatened to snap for the second time. your legs were beginning to ache as you neared your release. not able to conjure up the words, all megumi had to go by was the rise in tone of your whines. his thumb circled your clit roughly, egging your orgasm on as you twitched under him, blabbering his name and whimpering. 

megumi unexpectedly sat up, pulling out and still attacking your clit as he fisted his cock to release. with a guttural moan he came over your stomach, both of you panting heavily as you came down from your highs. 

you laid there, body feeling like mush while megumi got up, redressing quietly. you watched as he walked into your bathroom, not bothering to turn the light on before grabbing a towel and coming back to clean you up. this wasn’t uncommon for him to, he may be standoffish but he wasnt a jerk. despite not saying it, youd like to think he cared for you and showed it through his actions. you sat up, thanking him sheepishly as he handed you your earlier discarded shirt. 

“are you leaving now,” you asked after glancing at your clock and pulling your shirt on. it was almost 2 am and you’d use any excuse to be with him longer. megumi looked at you, mouth opening as he got ready to answer but was interrupted by the loud buzz of his phone. you watched as he pulled it out of his pocket, the light from the screen making it easy to see how his expression changed to something more serious before looking back at you and shaking his head.

“i cant” he said softly, you thought you heard a twinge of pain in his voice but chalked it up to your imagination. “try to get some sleep,” with an awkward nod of his head he walked out, softly closing your door behind him. you waited to hear your front door open and close before flopping back down on your bed with a loud exaggerated groan. you knew you wouldnt be able to keep on like this. you didnt want to just be his fuck buddy. you wanted a relationship with him, a life with him. 

megumi has almost  all his walls up and you were completely open for him. 

getting under your blankets, you thought about the next time youd see him. thought about how maybe youd grow the balls to confront him. this was just turning into one tiring, messy cycle.

i hope you enjoyed !! reblogs/comments are very appreciated <3

[ganondoodle]

I probably still wouldn’t have been a big fan of the game, but I don’t think I would have been NEARLY as upset about TotK if BotW didn’t seem like it was so obviously setting up plot points for a sequel. Like, you’re very clearly MEANT to wonder what malice is, and how Ganon became the Calamity instead of just the Demon King. Fi is awake again, where are they going either that? What’s the deal with the Triforce-shaped symbol on Zelda’s hand? There were a LOT of other things like that, and many of them had to do with overarching lore for the series.

I get it if they want to reboot the series, but “BotW 2” was the single worst game you could have done that with. It could have been an amazing conclusion to the original continuity.

EXACTLY, you, you get it

botw felt like the introduction to a vast world with secrets and hints to things that were planned to become a bigger thing- a big giant game as a big giant set up, and then ... like totk likes to do alot, it lacks a pay off, and that is something it even does within itself, cosntantly, set up and no pay off, or set up and the most boring and uninspired pay off you can really not even call that, from the bigger things like the whole dragon thing being hammered into your head as irreversible and then it IS reversible.. out of nowhere without you having to do fuck all, the whole thing with the ancient hero beign a big mystery with lots of interesting ideas attached and then its some weird ass dog creature that doesnt resemble any other race with, of course, sonau armor, bc there nothing that isnt sonau in that game, even finding the old treasure maps you can find that then lead to amiibo stuff from botw id call that

botw wasnt that great with rewards either but exploring the world and wondering about those, surely intentionally, placed mysterious and intriguing designs and places did alot for making it so interesting to think about, totk fumbles it all and even the new stuff doesnt even come close to that environmental storytelling botw was so great at, sonau ruins? ha they look entirely different than in botw actually, bc those were built by hylians you see, the actual sonau stuff is in prime condition considering the time thats passed and its all the same blank blocky blocks that serve no purpose but to be a place for you to find a thing or exchange some currency- the most you can think about it is ... that the sonau hollowed out the entire underground of hyrule, every inch of the map, ... which is WEIRD and doesnt exactly make them look that good but ... thats all there is

at least with the shiekah it made somewaht more sense and it felt much less .. invasive? and you didnt have anyone from that time to talk to, other than dead monks whos only purpose is to give you their last piece of their own spirit, but in totk ... raurus ghost and mineru too are both just there to talk to but DONT tell you shit but vague hints that were already clear, the sky islands used to be on the ground? oh you dont say, you see them there in the stupid memories! and dont get to know how they got up there and theres nothing that can clue you in to that, its just sonau magic yet again i guess

dont even get me started on the whole malice/miasma thing, it made so much SENSE that there was a source of it, someone that has keep kept in a horrible place just between life and death for thousands of years trying to break free by their hate and anger manifesting to such a degree its literally spilling out and building creppy eyeballs, mouths and ribcage like structures like they are trying to rebuild themsleves outside of their awful prison no one knows about is so damn compelling, but no, actually, the guy trapped there was the msot evilest evar, was sealed bc him evil and no other motive, and the previously mentioned stuff is pretty much utterly unceonnected, and his magic beign miasma with red instead of pink and no creepy body parts was the true version of it, that pink one was its own thing heehooo SHUT UP argh

it doesnt help that really, i dont feel like the sonau were set up either, they were a tiny part in botw, really only serving to make the world seem more ancient and more full of history, having ruins from a past civilization there you know nothing about and cant find out more is so good, its compelling and sad and makes the world feel more real, just shoving them into everything, being the center of attention all of thes udden and not even the architecure fitting feels so ... forced, i really truly believe the og sonau werent meant to be more than that, but in their fear of the game being too similarly looking like botw they took the sonau to replace the shiekah with them- imo the shiekah were the ones set up to be deeper explored in botw, with their whole misstreatment by the royal family in the past, monk miz kyoshia reacting the same way a yiga commander would was deliberate and brings up even more interesting ideas, the comments about where the mysterious energy the ancient shiekah used to power everything being concentrated in certain regions?? thats a big ass set up, the fact that the center of what is signaling everything to reactivate being below hyrule castle? the fact the whole arena thing was BUILT INTO THE CASTLE or it on top of it is so??? cool??? and sso damn intriguing, we are scratching the surface of their history- but then no, actually, the sonau are the cool new shit those other ones just uh ... disappear, also the sonau did everythign the shiekah did but even better wayy before them haha

its like they didnt want to tackle the more complicated stuff with the shiekah, their relationship to the royal family and how the yiga ... have a point and a good reason- so they replaced them with entirely new purely goodest good guys that did the same stuff before them with none of the history attached :))

this is why im so insistent on it not really being a sequel, thers no follow up on anything that was set up, NOTHING, and no, a couple having a kid now or whatever isnt a follow up on an interesting set up, how hard is it to understand that-

.... listen to me rambling, you probably know all that already nhjdfkbnkd

(i know i always bring up the shiekah but ... they were so central in botw, while also not taking up every single corner- unlike some other ones >_____>, with so much interesting stuff to connect and think about, i cared about them so much i felt kicked down the stairs by their treatment in totk)

[thechaoticplayer]

academic rival Ver x reader

Author's note: BAM SLAM IMAGINE BEING AN ACADEMIC RIVAL WITH VER? NAUR... COULDNT BE ME, IM NOT THE TOP OF MY CLASS my ass would get annihilated (lmao)

Summary: me blabbing about being fucked by Ver Vermillion but in bullet points and a bit of paragraphs

Contains: nsfw, academic rivalry, might be ooc, x fem reader, dry humping, Ver using you to get himself off, extremely short sorry I'm yet again writing this at 4 am

None of my works are proofread

Ver Vermillion and you were at the top of your class, always going above the standard

And of course, you became academic rivals.

it was like a flip switched in Ver, he known to be quiet and level headed

but with you? You somehow know where to pluck his nerves

It was always a competition with Ver with tests, quizzes, unit tests, etc to see who would get higher than the other

Lately, both of you have been getting tied scores

Throwing jabs at each other under a veiled smile, you bet that you were going to get the higher score

Unfortunately... you didnt :[ he got one point higher than u

And you said you were willing to bet ANYTHING... yk...

"in a classroom? You're insane," you whisper shout at VER VERMILLION who traps you in between his arms on his desk.

"The door's locked, I'm not stupid," Ver retorts.

"People can still hear genius."

"Well..." Ver places his hand on your mouth and leans close. "You're going to have to be quiet then, right?"

You exhale hard through your nose, obviously protesting against this. You were in the middle of thinking about biting him when he lifts the skirt around your hips, his breaths tickling your ear. You can feel your heart rate spike up, a mixture of anxiety and excitement pumping in your veins.

A harsh jerk brings your hips to Ver's, and a muffled squeak rips from you. Something hard bumps your inner thigh, and you flush hard at the sight of it.

Ver hums at the look on your face, noting the swirl of anticipation and desire. "Who would've thought Miss Top Of The Class could be so naughty."

You narrow your eyes at him because this was his idea! Ver was the one who suggested this, not you! What on earth is he-

Ver grinds his clothed erection against your own clothed cunt and you stifle a moan. He does this ever so slowly, his hard cock pressing against your clit between two thin pieces of fabric. Ver spreads your legs wide for him, looming over you as he ruts against your core.

Your arousal seeps through your panties and it shows on his pants. Ver chuckles shakily, swallowing down moans himself. His eyes watch as your own flutter open and shut and you unknowingly, grinding yourself against him as well. Ver's cock is so painfully hard, and grinding against you offered some sort of relief. But it wasnt enough for him.

Ver tears your panties, causing you to squeal. His hand tightens on your jaw in warning, giving you a quick glare of warning. You glare back at him, breathing hard.

He slides his length in between your folds, groaning at the feeling of your slick coating him. "You're so wet for me. And to think you actually despised me. I guess I was wrong."

You were definitely gonna bite this guy when the head of his dick circles your sensitive bud, causing a low moan in your throat. His girth nearly slips in but never does, Ver teasing you with just the tip. It was embarrassing how soaking wet you are for your rival.

"You don't deserve my cock," Ver whispers hotly in your ear, making you shudder. "So I'll just use you until I'm done."

So that's what he does, cock sliding between your folds to get himself off, teasing your entrance, only allowing a centimeter by centimeter in you. Your hands grasp his shoulders, begging Ver to fuck you with your eyes as his length bumps against your clit for the umpteenth time. But Ver isn't listening, watching the way it seems like more and more arousal cover his cock and drip onto the desk and floors. His pace quickens as well as his breathing, his cock pulsing with the need to spill like your own.

Your eyes roll back at the feeling, pleasure shooting up your back and causing you to arch. Toes curled as Ver used you for his own selfish pleasure. His groans nearly fill the room, but he knows to keep quiet.

Hot liquid spurts out his cock, spreading all over your core as you release with a drawn out moan. Both releases mix together on your bare cunt, and Ver observes with a low laugh.

"You should see how your face looks right now. I didn't even put my cock in you and you came," Ver notes with a innocent smile. You shove his hand off your face with a scoff, chest quivering.

"You're the one who enjoyed it the most," you snap back shakily.

Ver gets close to your face. "Perhaps I did, but I didn't show it as much as you did."

Heat floods your face and gestures to your cheeks. You hop down from the desk, nearly falling but catching yourself before you do so. You stare at the ripped panties on the floor and Ver tosses a roll of napkins at you, which you catch easily.

"Clean yourself up and the desks," Ver calls as he approaches the door of the classroom. A grin on his lips. "You are the loser of this bet today. Would love to have more bets with you in the future."

A quiet click of the door and he's gone. But next week, just as predicted, there would be another bet.

[icallhimjoey]

I'm patient but I'm not but I'm patient but I'm not are we going to pee in this elevator and is Joe going to hear us go pssssss I'M PATIENT BUT I'M NOT please pretty please part three soon? 🥺 🥺 🥺 

so, ive learned that apparently peeing in front of a stranger is literal nightmare fuel for some of you and i wasnt aware and im very sorry for exposing you to this fear without having put a proper trigger warning in place... but, um, here's part three :) Wordcount: 3.5K

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Between Floors and Feelings

part one - part two - part three - part four - part five

“They say this station’s haunted, you know?”

It had been forty minutes. Forty-five, maybe, of being stuck in a lift with a stranger, and all you wanted to do was sleep.

Just… have a cheeky little nap. Some good quality shut-eye.

If you would’ve been by yourself, you’d have laid down already, no doubt about it. Would’ve dozed off until firefighters or whoever else knew how to save people from lifts would come to rescue you.

If you’d have been alone you also would’ve definitely pissed yourself, but you thought that maybe the dress would hide it well enough. You could easily pretend the lift already smelled like urine when you stepped inside just before it had gotten stuck. Before you’d gotten trapped inside with a handsome man in an expensive suit who had introduced himself as Joe.

Joe, who was now trying to distract you with some spooky shit you didn’t believe in.

“Actor William Terriss, murdered in 1890-something. There used to be a bakery here,”

You were far too tired to really interact with him, but Joe didn’t mind. He just talked, and you just listened. You also didn’t really care for what he was telling you, but the fact that Joe was trying to make casual conversation in an attempt to distract from the stupid and increasingly annoying static from the intercom was sweet.

“And now they say he stalks the corridors, looking for bread. Tall guy, apparently. I’ve been told some tube workers were so scared of him, they requested to be transferred to a less haunted tube station,”

“Less haunted,” you repeated, “Not not haunted. Just, less.” that tickled you.

“A little haunting is fine, a touch of spook keeps you on your toes. But a tall actor looking for bread?” Joe looked at you, eyes squinted and eyebrows raised, and then jokingly answered his own question, “That’s too much.”

You just smiled, eyes heavy-lidded. A silence fell and your mind wandered a second. If you thought about it, almost every tube station could easily have scary spooky ghost stories. They were all underground with groaning tunnels and echoing passages, if you believed in the paranormal, any noise could be coming from the other side. Especially when a little more deserted, every single tube station could give you the creeps.

But you'd never seen a ghost, and were planning on keeping it that way.

If you could just… slump sideways and rest your head a little. Close your eyes a second. Let the ghost of the bread-actor roam freely and do his thing without bothering him... if you could just sleep. Doze off, just for a little while.

Joe pressed the emergency button for what felt like the three hundred and eighty-third time.

Pressing the emergency button no longer made anyone ask you any questions. It was just static now. Static that would last about 20 seconds before it died again, and every time it did, Joe would just press the button once more.

He’d been assigned the button-pressing task, which was good work, because you felt busy enough focusing on staying awake and working your pelvic floor muscles.

You were uncomfortable, and grew a little more uneasy when you felt eyes on you. You turned your head to see Joe give you a wary once over.

“You all right?”

How deep was this pit of concern this man held within him? You tutted and slumped your head forwards by ways of answering.

“I’m so close to my bed, I can practically hear it call my name,” you whined.

“If you’re an easy sleeper, I don’t mind if you close your eyes a second,”

Too kind.

“I can’t, I’ll piss myself,” you deadpanned and hissed straight after, because mentioning it made you feel it more. You tried to relief the pressure by pressing both hands firmly into the floor and leaning heavily into your stretched arms. It did nothing.

“That’s OK, I’ll pretend I don’t see,”

You gave Joe a stare, one that said, ha ha, very funny, even though you had to work to hide your smile.

The static died.

Joe pressed the button again.

“So, you live close then?”

You nodded. “Bow street, just down the road,”

Joe blinked, then let out an impressed whistle that sliced through the air with a sharp, clear tone.

“My God, I didn’t know I was in the proximity of an actual billionaire.”

You were hardly a billionaire, but you’d be lying if you said you had never used your postal code to impress people.

“It’s a tiny studio above a Pizza Express, it’s not that glamorous,” you argued.

“Oh, so… millionaire, then,”

Had you not been so tired, had you not needed the loo so badly, you’d have reacted more to it. Joe was funny. Sweet. All you could give was a slight smile before a grimace overtook your face once more.

“Should’ve gotten off at Leicester Square,” you muttered.

Because you did all the time. Especially in rush hours. But you hadn’t wanted to walk the extra few minutes. Minutes that, in hindsight, would’ve passed anyway. Minutes that would’ve meant you could’ve been home right now.

“Nah,” Joe reasoned, having a sip of his own water before continuing, “You probably would’ve gotten your dress stuck in the escalator, making the whole system tear it off, and that group of drunk guys likely wouldn’t have gone easy on you,”

Joe had seen and heard those guys too.

“To be honest,” you started, eyes closed and entirely focused on the strength needed to keep every single drop of urine inside your body. “I’d take the humiliation if that meant I would’ve been home right now.”

And you meant it.

Fuck, if you just kept thinking about it, you would only feel it more. You needed something to make you forget about the building pressure in your lower stomach all together, but it wasn’t as if there were ample options of entertainment.

There was just Joe.

“Do you live close? Or do you still have a whole trek home once we get out?” it was the easiest way of asking if you were potentially stuck in a small metal box with a neighbour.

“Quite the footslog for me still, yea,” so not a neighbour then.

You assumed he must have had plans. Maybe Joe was meeting friends in a bar somewhere, or maybe he’d been on his way to meet his girlfriend - you knew nothing about him, and didn’t know what to assume.

“Maybe we can convince the ambulance to drop you off at your place later,” you tried your hand at a joke.

“Ambulance?”

“For my ruptured bladder,” it came out all constrained, and instead of a goofy laugh, you received a concerned glance from Joe that then turned into something more determined.

“Yea, all right, hang on, I’m gonna…” Joe trailed off, and twisted to cap off of his water bottle again before he drank whatever was left inside. Just, chugged it all down.

“No, don’t– there’ll be two full bladders inside this lift, and–”

“One.” Joe said, wiping his mouth with the back of one hand before he got up onto his feet. Then, he held a hand out to you, and without much thinking you took it. Joe helped you stand, and then gave you the empty plastic bottle.

“What?”

“I promise I won’t look… or listen, I won’t, you just– you’re risking a bladder infection, and you’re clearly in pain, so–”

“Oh my God, you think I’m going to pee into this water bottle?”

“I don’t think, I know, I’ll just… here, look, I’ll squeeze myself into the corner with my back turned,” Joe demonstrated, turning with his face pressed into the corner before he covered both ears with his palms.

“You’re joking. We could be in here for hours, I don’t–”

“Exactly.” Joe looked over his shoulder. “So, please, go ahead. If you gotta go, you gotta go. I’ll give you as much privacy as I can.”

He turned back, and you just blinked at his backside.

What the fuck was this guy on?

You looked at the water bottle in your hands and for a split second actually contemplated doing it. But then, how the fuck was this ever going to work?!

“I’ve not got the aim for this,” you said. “I barely got it all into an open handbag earlier, this is never– hey!”

“You what?” Joe turned around, hands lowering from his ears, giving you a sort of panicked, definitely confused look.

“You have remarkably good hearing for someone who was very actively not listening to me peeing,”

Joe's throat stuttered as he quickly turned back, hands back over his ears. To really sell that he wasn’t listening, he started singing, “That’s me in the corner… that’s me in the, spot, light, losing my religion,”

He wiggled his hips a little to the words as he sang way off pace, far too quick, and you thought to yourself that if you were going to have to be stuck in a lift with a stranger, it was good that you’d gotten stuck with this one. This light-hearted, big goof of a man, who seemed to not have a single judgmental bone in his body. Or, a musical one for that matter.

Feeling no judgment was very refreshing after heavily judging every single aspect of yourself from the moment you’d walked out of your office.

“Joe,” you said, clearly not going ahead and even attempting to use the empty water bottle as a toilet. But Joe was definitely going to think twice about turning around after that comment you'd made.

“Joe,” you tried again, louder.

But that just prompted Joe to raise his voice as well, “Oh no I’ve said too much,” Joe dragged out his words to keep the silences in between to a minimum. “I haven’t said enough– I thought that I heard you– ow,”

Joe turned and saw that the bounce he'd felt on the back of his head came from the soft plastic of the water bottle you were now holding by the cap in your fist, like a weapon.

“Thank you, but, I think I'd rather die,” than pee in front of you into a water bottle that would then just be full of your yellow piss. You shudderd at the thought of it.

“Okay, well then,” Joe swiftly took the bottle from your hands and stepped around you. You turned and saw how Joe placed the bottle right side up in the corner furthest away from the intercom.

“It'll be here for when you need it,”

“I won't need it,” you said, sliding down the lift doors opposite to sit back down.

“Hmh, debatable,” Joe scrunched up the side of his face, making him wink as he did so as he moved to go sit down next to you.

“I won't use it,” you rectified.

“Then it'll just be there,” Joe bickered, gesturing towards the plastic bottle with one arm.

“For no reason,” you honestly weren't going to fucking use it. You'd probably end up pissing all over your own hands, and Joe just drank the last bit of water that you could've used to wash them after. Although, working with just the one container, that wouldn't have worked anyway.

“It'll be there because I like to keep my empty water bottles in corners of lifts. Feng Shoe and that.”

Joe had one of those faces where he joked a bunch without showing it much, expression all serious, or all annoyed, but then he'd crack straight after. Would press his lips together to hide the smile that he couldn't escape as his eyes found yours.

“Um, it's Feng Shui,” you corrected, and the giggles Joe was trying to repress came out in a snort.

Sat next to each other now, you felt a lot more comfortable because there weren't constant eyes on you. Both you and Joe had the same view: your own legs, feet, the empty lift, the water bottle in the corner across from you near the opposite doors...

You let your head fall back against the door and closed your eyes a second.

That whole ordeal had woken you up a little, but you were still tired. Resting your eyes was still very welcome.

“So... I have um, I've got some questions,” Joe started after a short silence.

You kept your eyes shut, but stopped breathing for a second.

“If they're about pissing into a bag, no you don't,” you said, and you heard a small disappointed hum escape Joe's throat.

“So, um, I have no questions,”

That made you laugh.

Still didn't feel great. You still had to pee, but you were determined now. Your body was going to have figure out a way to just... reabsorb it all back into your system.

You laugh turned into a frown and an extended groan.

“All right,” you sat up a little, ready to get into it. You were going to tell the full story, whether Joe actually wanted to hear it or not.

“No, please, you don't have to,” Joe laughed as he backtracked.

“I've already said too much,” you sighed.

“I could wonder for the rest of my life,” Joe was sweet. Didn't want to pressure you into sharing anything you didn't originally want to share.

“It'll be like therapy,” but you were already talking yourself into sharing everything that had happened to you that evening, all the things that lead up to you getting onto the tube looking like you did.

It didn't feel right to just let this guy think you were crazy.

Which, maybe you were crazy, but, at least you could make him understand.

Right?

So you told Joe about the annual costume party at the office. This year the theme was the letter B. You went with bride. Your boyfriend - fuck, ex-boyfriend - dressed up as a business man which meant that he could just wear his own office attire. You had joked that you were going to tell people he dressed up as 'boring'. You had given him so many alternative ideas; batman, bra salesman, Bob Ross, a banana, Baby Spice, a blue man group member, Buzz Lightyear... you had more up your sleeve, but he'd insisted on business man. Would just be easier.

Yea.

Easier, and also more boring. But it was whatever. Showing up in a wedding dress with him wearing a suit was kind of cute, you thought.

And the party had been fun! Everyone had looked amazing, really amazing. Most people had gone all out with their outfits and it made you feel less silly for walking around in a big puffy white cupcakey wedding dress. Someone had dressed up as big foot, the full costume, and you'd had to figure out who hiding inside that costume by process of elimination.

But then, when you were hunched over the table that held all the drinks with two of your colleagues, mixing stupid shit together to make awful brown-looking drinks, it all went wrong.

You looked up, searched for him with your eyes, because you had a gross drink to give to him, and saw him across the room, talking to Derek whose desk was three seats over from yours.

You saw how he excused himself. Saw him say he was going to go for a quick toilet break.

But then he walked the opposite way. Derek hadn't even noticed.

And you were dumb.

Thought he just didn't know where the toilets were.

So with two drinks in hand, you rushed after him. Had a sip that spilled down the sides of your mouth because you weren't being careful, and you'd grimaced and laughed at how nasty it was.

Then you saw him step into your boss's office, and you slowed down. Why was he going in there? Surely he knew, could see, that wasn't where the men's room was.

You were about to call out for him, were about to go, “Babe, are you lost?” with a laugh stuck at the back of your throat that was ready to slip out when you'd see him all confused and all alone in your boss's office.

But then, when you stepped into the doorway, he wasn't all confused. And he wasn't all alone.

His face was stuck to your boss's face, and you could see actual tongue. You saw her fingers work to loosen his tie. You saw his fingers pressed into her waist. She was dressed as a bunny, the Playboy kind, because of course she was.

You didn't think they'd even seen you. Not that you spent a very long time looking at them. You'd instantly turned on your heel and marched back to where the party was still in full swing.

Two colleagues saw your ashen complexion, saw the shock and the panic and the hurried shaky steps you were taking and cornered you. Said things like, “I'm sorry you had to find out this way,” and “We would've said something sooner, but, you know, she's our boss,” and “I'm sure you understand, don't you?” because they'd all known. And apparently for fucking ages, too.

Your face had been streaming down with tears once they were done talking to you. Once they'd advised you to go home, you had mascara all the way down your neck and two empty glasses in your hands. The godawful cocktails that held nothing but strong liquors mixed together had been a godsend.

You'd hitched, “Tell her I quit with immediate effect.” without wanting to look anyone in the eye.

Everyone could go and fuck themselves.

And then, just before you walked out, you saw her handbag. You knew it held her planner, her cigarettes, maybe even her phone, and you thought, I've got to pour something in.

The table that held all drinks was too far back into the office. People would notice. Maybe you could go hold it open under a tap. Place it in the sink in the toilets and just.... fill it up.

That's when you had felt your lower stomach pinch.

“Listen,” you said to Joe, regrettably in tears once again.

God, what a pathetic evening.

“I'm not proud of what I've done. But I did exactly what you think I did and I only stopped because I heard footsteps.”

Joe had just listened to you without interrupting besides the hand he'd placed around your wrist when he saw your eyes well up as you spoke.

He very slowly rubbed his thumb back and forth, but didn't say anything. It felt like the most appropriate way to comfort you. He was used to hugging strangers, but that didn't mean that you were, and he had to actively work against the instinct to curl an arm around you.

The hand on your arm felt nice.

The thumb rubbing felt nicer.

“So, I left her bag there, on the floor, and just hauled myself out of there... and, against my better judgement, decided to get the tube home instead of a taxi.”

You rubbed at the underside of your nose, and then at a cheek. Maybe these tears actually cleared your face of all the make-up remnants. There was going to have to be a point where it'd all just... wash off, right?

You were expecting Joe to say something like, I'm sorry, or, that's awful. But then he softly said,

“Should've shat in it,”

And the laugh it erupted from you was embarrassingly loud. Came right from your core. Made Joe laugh too as he bent forward a little to find your eyes with his. Made your tears suddenly become tears of joy once more. Made you grab onto Joe's arm with the one that he wasn't holding onto. Made you suddenly sit up in an attempt to not wet yourself.

Fuck, fuck, fuck. Shit. No, fuck.

“Bottle!” you cried, moving your feet underneath you as you tried to stand up. "Quick, bottle, bottle, bottle!" you reached with hands you knew wouldn't reach far enough.

Luckily, Joe shot into action, almost seemed excited to do so. Jumped up, took the bottle, turned back to you as you were still trying to get up.

“I can't– help,” you squirmed, feet and bum on the floor still, both arms outstretched, waiting for Joe to pull you up.

You felt like you would sometimes feel when you really needed the toilet and you were right outside your flat, fumbling with the keys as you tried to hurry which only made things take so much longer.

Joe helped you stand, and the gave you the bottle before he slapped the emergency button. The static would help drown out the noise, you know, besides the loud singing Joe was about to do.

He stepped around you to go hide in his little corner again, hands already moving up to cover his ears, but you said, “Wait,” and used both hands to work you dress up, to get the bottle under the skirt.

Joe did wait, looking at you with big, rounded, expecting eyes. And you couldn't believe what you were about to say, but right now, everything was about survival and survival only.

“You're going to have to hold me.”

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[sulfies]

Desmond would 100% have a praise kink. He can flirt like no one's business, but the minute any of the boys start telling him what a "good boy" he is or that he is "doing so good", his brain shuts down and he melts.

Or him having a horrible realization he has a daddy kink would be funny.

I think we can agree All the Assassins have praise kink... They all havent been appriciated enough lol. I think All (including Des) would be emberassed by it lowkey tho

Connor would say "hmm...better than how I would set it, good job" to Ezio after he sets a snare trap and ezio is like "...learned from the best" inside he is yippiiii~

Altaïr would praise Desmond in training and Desmond would instantly put 100% more and try to show off that he can fight like Altaïr lol

Ezio would say smthn like "Your thirst of knowledge makes me jelous Altaïr, You got a good head for a lot..." First altair would snip back at the innuendo but also be smug about Ezio calling him smart the whole day (even tho yes ofc he is duh)

Desmond would patch Connors wounds and be like "goddamn what did they feed you, how are you built like this, where did these genes go and why did they miss me?!" Admire his muscles and Connor slowly blushes more as he stares at the ground and if he maybe flexes his bicep or stuff a bit when Des touches...who can blame him

Someone could ask one of the 3 about a memory or something and they would be like "oh I dont remember it was yrs ago wasnt that big of a-" and Desmond would be like "I fkcn do, here is how it went and how awsome it was" and the other would be like trying to not grin the whole time like lovesick dumbass

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Now

Im such a fkcn party pooper but I dont like Daddy kink😭 no shaming those who like it tho, I do enjoy a hot father figure character. I think its the same w me not liking english petnames it just sounds weird to my ear lol 😭 Turkish also use "Baba" so I cant have him say it in other languages as well like for Altaïr lolol

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Stuck in the Loop

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(Gregory convinces Evan to go on the biggest, scariest roller coaster in Hurricane. It goes just about how'd you expect.)

"Please?"

"No."

"Pretty please?"

"No."

"With sprinkles on top?"

"No!" Evan insists.

"Oh, come on!" Gregory deflates, running in front of Evan when he tries to get away from Gregory and getting in his face. "Go on the Red Death with me!"

Evan rolls his eyes and shakes his head. "No, Gregory. It's literally called the Red Death! Theres absolutely nothing you could do to make me get on that death trap!"

Not only does the name do nothing to make Evan want to get on it, but it's the scariest looking coaster in the park. Evan doesnt like coasters, or even rides in general, but when Gregory had heard about the complete lack of rides Evan had gotten on an at amusement park, he hadn't stopped bugging him about it.

But Vanessa is off somewhere with Freddy, probably getting snacks, and Evan is left to Gregory's pestering alone.

"But doesnt the name sound cool?" Gregory asks, grinning. "They say a kid who got on it got his brain turned to mush because it went so fast and that's why they called it the Red Death."

Evan quirks a brow, finally stopping in his tracks so Gregory doesn't have to chase him anymore. "Wh-- what does that even have to do with the name though?"

"Um, because it was red and bloody and the kid died?" Gregory says like its obvious, shrugging at him.

"And that's what's supposed to make me want to get on it?"

Gregory sweatdrops, looking to the side. "Uh, well--"

"No thanks." Evan says, briskly walking past Gregory and gripping his cotton candy. "I dont really want to die on a roller coaster today. Much less to a head injury."

"Oh, come on!" Gregory whines, chasing behind Evan and gripping his bag. He has to yell over the sound of a coaster when Evan's walking caused them to get too close to it. "It'll be fun! I promise!"

"Not for me!" Evan yells. "I hate roller coasters!"

And its true. Last time Evan had gotten on a roller coaster, it had been a few years back, and it was because his parents hadn't cared enough to sit with him while Michael got on one of the big, scary coasters, with loopety loops and straight vertical drops, but he couldnt be left alone. So when he was forced to get on the coaster with Michael, he had thrown up all over his older brother.

That wasnt a fun day for Evan.

"I'm plenty content just looking at the sights and pretty lights." Evan says. "Better than getting a headache all day."

"Okay, look." Gregory starts, holding out his hands, and Evan knows this means hes going to offer a deal that isnt really fair enough to be considered a deal. "How about this."

Evan sighs. "Oh, boy."

"Hear me out!" Gregory insists with placating hands. "You go on the Red Death with me," Gregory begins, pointing at Evan, and then himself. "and I wont bug you about a ride again all day."

To Evan's surprise, Gregory's proposal actually gets his attention. "Really?" He asks with wide eyes.

Gregory grins. "Yep!" he says. "This one coaster, and I wont even mention the Ferris Wheel."

That causes Evan to perk up. The Ferris Wheel is the bane of his existence. Not since he'd gotten on one as a younger kid and been stuck at the top for what felt like hours, scared out of his mind of the heights with his Father of all people. Michael would tease him, but his Father had barely a drop of humor in his body, and everything he'd said about Evan's fear was cold, harsh, and brutal.

Now Evan likes the blinking and flashing neon lights, that are always present on the Ferris Wheel, and always spottable from anywhere in the park. Especially when it gets dark and they shine all pretty like. But he's only been able to enjoy those from the ground, never on a high enough coaster with his eyes open and not squeezed shut with fear of plummeting down a two hundred foot drop, so it's not enough to stave off his hatred for the ride.

"Not once? Wont try to force me on it?" Evan ventures.

Gregory almost looks offended. "I would never force you on a ride. What do you take me for, a monster?" He furrows his brows, then holds out his hand to shake. "No mention of the wheel, or any other rides you dont want, and I'll buy you a funnel cake."

Evan's eyes sparkle, and he grasps Gregory's hand and shakes it at the promise of a funnel cake. "Deal."

Gregory grins almost as bright as the flashing lights at the prize games, and Evan doesnt actually realize what he agreed to until they're standing in line, and he can see just how far the Red Death travels high into the sky.

Evan feels queasy as the line moves forward, and the sight of the straight down vertical drop and loopity loops vanish from sight after entering the boarding area. "Oh, no..."

Gregory just claps him on the shoulder, and smiles. "Exciting, huh?"

Evan shakes his head and trembles as he watches a group in front of them be sent off on the coaster. "If you call feeling like you're gonna throw up exciting."

"Itll be fun." Gregory insists, but then meets Evan's eyes and gets serious, voice hushed over the excited chatter of the guests they share the line with. "Hey, you get on this coaster with me and dont like it, I wont ask you to get on another one, okay?"

Evan furrows his brows. "I thought that was already the deal."

"I mean it, though. Seriously." Gregory pushes, smiling. "I want this to be fun. And if it isnt, then I won't suggest doing something you didnt like again."

Evan just stares, and definitely doesnt tear up a bit when Gregory is nothing but sincere. "I-- Um-- Alright." Evan stutters, wiping at his eyes. "I'll try it, okay? I'm just... not that into feeling scared for fun. I already feel that way on my own enough."

"I get it." Gregory tells him, and holds him in a side hug when it's their turn to step up to the weird cart sculpted like a dragon. "Oh! Looks like we're next!"

Evan feels any sense of peace drain out of his body, replaced with anxiety now that its actually happening. "Oh, um-- Well, I--"

Gregory just steers him to a seat near the middle, and hands their bags to the attendant. "Nope. Too late. It's already happening." Gregory says good naturedly.

"Oh my god." Evan chokes out when hes strapped in, tight, secure, and pressed up against Gregory's shoulder. "Oh my god."

"It hasn't even started yet." Gregory laughs. And as if on queue, the ride pops and lurches, and Evan is only half aware of the embarrassment that colors his cheeks when he shrieks.

"Oh my god!" Evan says more forcefully this time, when the attendant says something Evan wasnt listening to, and the ride starts moving. "Gregory!"

Gregory just cackles when Evan is already pushing himself into the seat of the coaster before it's even gotten going. "Red Death! Red Death! Red Death!"

Gregory's chanting is joined in by others on the coaster, and Evan shakes his head when Gregory looks at him expectantly, a grin on his face.

"Look, you can see Vanessa from here!" Gregory says, looking over the edge of his side and waving.

It's only now that Evan un-fuses himself with the seat, and leans forwards to catch sight of Vanessa and wave, too.

But he'd chosen the exact same time that the coaster begins the drop.

The coaster lurches, and Evan only has enough time to look forward before Gregory is raising his hands in the air, and Evan is left grappling for purchase when the coaster leans forward, and begins to drop.

The nearest solid object turns out to be Gregory's arm, and Evan's stomach does flips when hes thrown downwards, down a completely vertical drop.

"Oh my god! Oh my god! Oh my god!" Evan shrieks, barely heard over the wind whipping around his ears and through his hair. Evan feels his heart jump into his throat, and his gut into his ribcage when their cart sails towards the ground. Evan can barely see what's going on around him, too busy trying to hide his face in the event that it may teleport him off and deliver him straight to solid ground.

Through Evan's own screaming, he can hear Gregory cackling and whopping, and when he finally peels his eyes open, Gregory has one arm in the air, the other being clutched by Evan, and Gregory turns to him.

"Isnt this fuuun!!" Gregory screams through the noise of other guests shrieking, and the coaster rattling along the rails.

"I--" Evan goes to speak, but the coaster lurching again throws him forward, and he shrieks again, grabbing Gregory's arm with his other and wrapping his ankles around Gregory's calf. "I'm gonna die!"

Gregory screams with laughter at that, and he let's Evan cling to him like hes the only thing standing in between Evan and death.

Evan thinks that this is it, his soul has left his body and is heading to heaven when the coaster flips them upside down.

Gregory whoops with joy, but he grips Evan a little tighter. "This is the best part!"

Evan begs to differ, but he can't say so because hes too busy screaming his voice out.

Evan squeezes his eyes shut when he can see the sky beneath him and the ground above him, and he feels nausea crawl up his throat when the coaster lurches, and knocks him and Gregory against the protective railing.

He and Gregory Oomf! when they slam against the solid object, and Gregory makes an upset noise when the coaster slows down.

To Evan's horror, the coaster squeals against the rails, and slows to a stop.

Gregory doesnt say a word. The only sounds are other guests conversing in disappointment and the coaster popping and letting out steam.

Evan gapes as the coaster stills completely, and leaves him and Gregory hanging upside down, on the highest point of the coaster, stranded.

Evan holds his breath, completely frozen in shock, and Gregory gapes as well.

"Um." Is all Gregory can say. "Um. I think. I think we're um."

"Stuck? Stranded? Trapped?" Evan finishes for him.

Gregory scratches behind his head, hair hanging above his head. "Yeah. That."

"What's going on?" Evan can hear some others murmer. "Are they gonna fix it? When are they coming to get us?"

"How long are we gonna be stuck here for?" Evan asks Gregory, trembling when he can feel himself hanging off of the seat and his iron grip on Gregory's arm and the protective railing.

"...I don't know." Gregory says after a moment, sounding dejected.

Evan sighs out shakily, not daring to look above him, lest he see exactly how high up he actually is. "Oh boy."

Gregory turns to him, cheek pressed up against his shoulder. "Evan, I'm-- I'm so sorry--"

"Its okay." Evan cuts him off, and ignores the brewing anger inside of him, because this is exactly why he doesnt like roller coasters, and he'd told Gregory so. He sighs, and tries to be kind for his friend, who doesn't deserve any malice. "Its okay, Gregory."

"No, its not." Gregory insists, swinging forward to try to get in Evan's line of sight better, and Evan tries to ignore the bolt of fear shooting through his stomach when Gregory is displaced for a moment. "Its not okay, Evan. You said you didnt want to get on, and that you hated roller coasters, and I still forced you to get on one."

Evan squeezes his eyes shut, mouth dry. "I said that its okay, Gregory."

"I just wanted you to actually have a chance of having fun at an amusement park." Gregory continues, and when Evan opens his eyes at the emotion lacing his friends voice, he can see Gregory's upset face. "You've only ever been with your dumb family, and they suck too bad to let you be comfortable at a place like this."

Evan shuts his mouth, staring at Gregory with misty eyes when he keeps going.

"Every time you've gotten on a ride, you've always had Michael making you as scared as possible, and your Father ridicules you and makes you feel terrible." Gregory's voice cracks, and to Evans horror, he can see a twist in Gregory's lip, and his friend looks at the ground, er, well, the sky.

"I just wanted to give you a good experience. I just wanted you to have the opportunity to decide what you do and don't like, without your family breathing down your neck about it."

Evan's eyes swim with tears, and Gregory laughs humorlessly, neck twisting around and face scrunched up when the setting sun gets in his eyes. "Look where that got us."

"No." Evan mutters, voice thick. "This isnt your fault, Gregory. It's bad luck, sure, but..." He trails off. "I'm not angry at you. I could never. I've already had more fun with you than I ever did with my family. Please, just..." He wipes a tear away with his sweater. "Dont feel bad. You did nothing wrong."

Gregory smiles softly, but still shifts in discomfort. "...Thanks. But were still hanging upside down on the highest coaster in the park with no clear sign of rescue any time soon."

Evan nods at that, because its true. "Freddy's probably freaking out." Evan points out.

A laugh bursts out of Gregory, and he twists his head, as if he could see Freddys malfunctioning head from all the way up here. "Ness probably is too. I wouldnt be suprised if shes giving the employees a piece of her mind right now."

A laugh rips itself out of Evan, too, real and genuine, and his cheeks hurt from how much hes smiling (probably from how much he screamed, too), despite the situation they're in.

Eventually, of course, Evan gets a headache, and all Gregory can do is try to distract Evan from it while the employees take their sweet time rescuing them.

The sun, at some point, had begun to set, and right as Evan has resulted to resting his eyes all while trying to ignore the pounding in his head from the blood rush, Gregory slaps his arm repeatedly.

"Hey, Evan. Check this out." Gregory says, soft in awareness of Evans headache. Evan peels his eyes open, squinting at the bright light, but looks to where Gregory is pointing.

Evan's eyes open fully when he sees the sight in front of him.

Just over Gregory's shoulder, the sun has set over the park, casting a dark shadow across the attractions, but the sky itself is a beautiful painting of pinks, purples, and yellows, the sun at the center of it all.

The lights of the park glow and flash, the neon lights accentuated in the dark. From where Evan's sitting, he can see kids trailing after their parents as the guests file out of the park, some skipping and jumping, some holding giant prizes, and some asleep on their parents backs.

But the Ferris Wheel is what really grabs his attention. The lights stand out and glow against everything else like it's a beacon, and they flash in patterns and colors that captivate him from the beauty. Evan is able to see it in all its glory from his spot on top of the coaster.

Not to mention the unusual circumstances of being able to see this view upside down.

Evan gapes at the sight of it all, not uttering a word as he just absorbs it. Gregory is quiet as well.

Its peaceful. Just watching the sun set. Watching the lights glow. Watching the result of families heading home after a long day of fun, filled with love.

"You were right about preferring the sights." Gregory mutters after a while, some of the final remnants of the sun peeking through his hair and forming a halo around him. "This is awesome."

For some reason, Evan splutters a laugh at that, and it only intensifies when Gregory grins at him.

Maybe they are stranded on the scariest coaster in the state, thousands of feet off the ground and hanging upside down with no indication of a rescue coming soon, but it isnt so bad when Evan has Gregory.

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[luvhughes43]

The Boy Trap Prt 2 | Luke Hughes x reader

request: Hi yes hello could I get a part 2 to Luke dating a twin and the boys getting them mixed up! Like maybe the girls pull a prank and it confuses the boys except lukey who knows who is his girlfriend

word count: 1.1k

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a week after that friday night party, the twins decided to pull a little prank on the guys to test their ability on telling them apart. they had gone to the mall and bought identical outfits, and they did each other’s makeup so that they looked the exact same. 

The plan was that they would both go to the boys house, and would take turns hanging out with them to see who would be the first to catch on that they were switching places. 

You walked into the house first, finding her boyfriend sat on a barstool at the kitchen island. Ethan, Duker, and a few other hockey boys were sat around the kitchen talking about their upcoming game. It was the perfect time to put phase one of the plan into action. You quickly pulled out your phone and sent your twin Hallie a quick text.

Y/n: they’re all distracted you can come in

Hallie: k i’m gonna hide in the bathroom

*y/n liked one message

You heard the front door open and close quietly, but a quick sweep around the room told you that none of the boys picked up on it. You walked over to your boyfriend and slid a barstool next to his. You sat down and greeted everyone.

“I missed you” Luke whispered in your ear as he dragged your barstool a little closer to his. He wrapped one of his arms around your waist and pulled you into your side. 

“So what are our plans for the day?” you asked the boys and they all started brainstorming ideas. Because you’ve been dating Luke for so long, you’ve grown close with all his teammates. So when you all had a little free time, you would all go out together, usually to parties, but since there was an important game coming up, you all decided to do something else instead.

“Well actually y/n, there's this movie that we could go to or maybe-” one of the boys started but you cut them off, “actually! I’m going to go to the bathroom real quick, you guys figure out our plans”. You got up quickly, taking Luke's hand off of you and giving him a quick peck on the check to which he returned. 

Walking into the bathroom you whispered, “Okay so Hallie it's time for phase two!” as you shut the door behind yourself. You both sat in the bathroom for a few minutes so that the prank wasnt obvious. “It's been 3 minutes i’m going to go out now” Hallie said as she pulled y/n in front of the bathroom mirror so they could compare their looks. Hallie fixed her hair in the mirror, applied a little more lipgloss and made her way into the kitchen. 

“So what are we doing?” Hallie said as she walked through the kitchen door. The boys looked up at her entrance but made nothing of it. Hallie had to tilt her head down to hide her smile as she made her way over to Luke.

Luke chuckled when he saw Hallie take y/n's spot beside him at the island. He looked around at the boys to see if anyone aside from him noticed the switch. None of them did.

“Lukey pookie what's wrong with you? Why aren’t you being all lovey dovey with y/n” Ethan joked to Luke. He was completely oblivious to the girls’ prank.  

“Yeah that's no way to treat your girlfriend! y/n, i could treat you so much better! He's barely even looking at you” Duke said and the other boys chuckled. 

“There’s actually no way you guys are this dumb” Luke laughed leaning forward onto the island. He rubbed at his eyes and leaned forward on his stool, resting his head in the palm of his hands. 

Hallie laughed, she stood up off the stools and patted her pockets, “hey, i think i left my lipgloss in the bathroom im gonna go check” she said to which the boys all nodded at her. 

Hallie walked into the bathroom, filled y/n in on what happened, and then they switched. y/n walked into the kitchen, and gave Luke a kiss which he reciprocated and then he once again pulled her closer by wrapping an arm around her waist.

“Why the hell are you guys being so weird today?” Ethan asked. 

y/n and Luke just laughed, “there’s no way” y/n laughed, “i’ve known you guys for how long now and you still don't  know me?” Luke chuckled at the boys as they gave each other confused glances. 

“Literally what are you talking about…” ethan said again,

“Hello boys!” Hallie said while leaning against the kitchen doorway. The sounds of the boys gasps and the shocked expressions on their faces made you, Hallie, and Luke start laughing.  

“Nah there's no way…” “have you guys been switching places or something?” “HOLD ON! Is that why Luke wasn’t touching you earlier??” “How does he do it…” they boys started talking amongst themselves. They all looked shocked and confused on how they missed the switching. 

“Dudes you guys should see your faces! Absolutely priceless” Luke started laughing again. 

The boys then pulled you and Hallie to be side by side, so they could point out all your similarities to Luke. “Like i'm just saying i dont get how you tell them apart…” Duke said as he kept looking back and forth between the girls, “how do you do it?” he asked.

“I'm never telling you guys. this is just too good!” Luke replied and the boys all groaned. 

After more discussion on of how the girls looked identical, the group finally decided on a movie to watch. You and Hallie showed the boys the parent trap, and they swore that by next time they saw you both, that they would figure out who’s who. 

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y/nuser: educating🫡👩‍💻 (slide 2: the boys faces when they found out hallie and i were switching places on them)

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lhughes_06: still can't believe they cant tell u two apart

y/nuser: it's embarrassing at this point

edwards.73: Identical twins are siblings who are born at the same time, from the same mother, and who are genetically the same. It can be hard to tell one identical twin from the other, because they look alike.

bestiegirl: u guys are umichs mary kate and ashley fr🫡

hallie: the looks on their faces when they found out we parent trapped them😭😭

y/nuser: literally so bad😭

hallie: in luke we trust🤞

y/nuser: in luke we trust🫡

mackie.samo: Do you guys actually switch places all the time or…?

dylanduke25: i’m thinking back to every time I've talked to one of them alone to try and tell but… I think they should fr take ethan’s tattoo idea into suggestion

[platonicallylovesick]

Some more "ppl defending Mrs. Bakugo" crimes against my mental wellbeing

People on titok are genuinely insane oml

"It's not abuse tho abuse is where its mentally and emotionally affecting the child's well being. and i think Bakugo is completely fine since thats his family's love language." GURL WHAT. GURL. DID YOU WATCH THE SAME SHOW?? IS BAKUGO DEVELOPING A CRIPPLING INFERIORITY COMPLEX AT THE AGE OF 6 NOT AFFECTING HIS WELLBEING???

"this is just for comedy... plus Bakugo is a brat and needs to be slapped sometimes" literally no child *NEEDS* to be slapped. the 16 yr old boy does not NEED to be slapped and esp not in front of his teachers who he genuinely looks up to and respects? ESP NOT WHILE BEING TOLD HE'S THE REASON THAT THEY NEED TO BE MOVED INTO DORMS IN THE FIRST PLACE????

"They're just messing around, have you never had a good relationship with your mother?" I have a lovely relationship with my mom, and there is a SOLID different between being lightly and playfully smacked on the shoulder during a lighthearted conversation AND BEING HIT ACROSS THE HEAD WHILE BEING YELLED AT TO SHUT UP IN FRONT OF *MY ONLY IDOL*

"Plus lets not forget in the earlier seasons this dude was a BULLY plus if you look at Bakugo he isnt even phased by her words he's just mad cuz she hit him. also if you watch the rest of the episode, Mitsuki says to All Might and Aizawa to take care of Katsuki and shows worry for him" oh so there's plenty to unpack here! First up. I WONDER WHY HE WAS A BULLY? I WONDER WHERE THAT 5 YEAR OLD LEARNED THOSE BEHAVIORS?? IT WASNT FROM ALL MIGHT VIDEOS, I PROMISE YOU THAT ?! Next up: "he isnt even phased, he's just mad she hit him." Bbg if you're told you're trash even just once a week for at least a year, you will stop reacting to it every time, in the moment. that does not change the mental stress it puts on you. Now add in the factors of "its def more than just once a week," "that is his MOTHER," "He's already immensely guilty about the situation," and "HE IS A CHILD." Then we have, "He's just mad she hit him." YOU'RE TELLING ME. YOU WOULD NOT BE UPSET. IF YOU WERE HIT BY YOUR MOTHER. IN FRONT OF *ANYONE* YOU RESPECT. LET ALONE THE LITERAL SYMBOL OF PEACE. WOULD YOU LIKE TO BE HIT BY *YOUR* MOTHER IN FRONT OF FUCKING IRON MAN?!

Last but MOST CERTAINLY not least: "She shows worry for him." Babe imma hold your hand in an white knuckle grip when i tell you this. I don't think you've ever been abused in your life. Because you do know that most abusers don't wake up thinking "MAN today will be a great day to torment my only son," right? She doesnt think she's abusing him. She's just doing what comes natural to her. She isnt reflecting on what effect her actions have had on her kid, she's the mother so ofc she's in the right and she loves her son so clearly the problem is his peers praising his powers too much, I cant possibly be to blame because i love him! She doesn't think about how its affecting him at all. Hell, it could even be a cycle bc honestly it already is one. When Katsuki is faced with unruly children he correctly identifies that there's some kind of lead kid (because he was a lead kid at that age, he was a problem child), and then HIS SOLUTION IS TO PHYSICALLY FIGHT THE KIDS, USING THE JUSTIFICATION THAT THAT WAS HOW HE WAS RAISED AND IN HIS OPINION HE TURNED OUT FINE.

This is actually a trap I've fallen into myself, I have recommended a little more tough love against my little siblings because I was treated much more harshly at that age than they are now. I WAS NOT IN THE RIGHT. KATSUKI IS NOT IN THE RIGHT. THIS IS HOW MALTREATMENT CHANGES A CHILD'S MIND. THIS IS HOW IT WARPS OUR VIEW OF THE WORLD AROUND US. Unless he gets some serious SERIOUS help, he will carry these experiences with him for the rest of his life. He might become just as terrible a parent as his mother.

His behavior is not his fault. He is a CHILD. A MINOR. If he was in his twenties and has experienced life firsthand and he was still being a bully for no reason or being physically violent with minimal to no provocation, I would agree that he needs a serious wakeup call. Still wouldnt agree with hitting him, but like yeah he's an adult, his prefrontal cortex is fully developed, he should be self reflecting. But AT SIXTEEN. HE IS A CHILD, A LITERAL CHILD. THIS KIND OF HOUSEHOLD ENVIROMENT IS ALL HE FUCKING KNOWS. IT IS THE RESULT OF HOW HIS PARENTS RAISED HIM, WHICH WAS TOXIC, ABUSIVE, AND EMOTIONALLY NEGLECTFUL.

Shoutout to the one guy in that comment section fighting for his life making good points as to the fact that YES Mitsuki is the fucking issue.

[theglitterpill]

Southern Nights

By Logan Anthony

Before getting pulled away by his friend, The Boy in Red gave The Stranger one last look as he was swept into the other room to the dance floor. With the thumping beat of the music, the atmosphere was electric with lights zooming through the air, indistinct chatter in a bubbly lilt, and drinks and smoke from people who were happy to get away from their lives for a few hours with close friends they met at sunset.

Chasing after The Boy in Red, the stranger went into the club and was met with a sea of silhouettes, flashes of glitter, and more indistinct chatter in ears already too full of the latest pop remixes.

From the flash of a chrome fan he spotted The Boy in Red in the center of the dance floor, alone, but how could someone like him be alone when everyone was his friend? Every guy around him wanted to dance with him and it seemed like each got their turn, but never for too long. The Boy in Red twirled, seemingly with strands of glitter and starlight that only he was able to see. The music used him as a vessel to channel energy that was primitive, from the time before the Romans, before the ancients, when there was only the rhythms of the earth, the great beats of the sea, the continents, and the pulse of life in every heart.

Catching the stranger’s eye, The Boy in Red gave him a flash of a smile he was always told was enchanting, not missing a beat of the music or letting the guy dancing with him know that his attention was divided. With a clack of his fan he hid half his face trying to make himself more tantalizing to The Stranger.

Rhythmically, like the waves of the sea, the whole room seemed to move up and down and The Stranger dove right into the waters, swimming towards the lighthouse of the chrome fan. He didn't know it but The Boy in Red saw him coming, and had purposefully turned away, confused by his own feelings of desire, hesitation, and wariness.

The Boy in Red was nervous, but tried to convince himself to focus only on the spell of the moment; how ancient he felt, how he thought his ancestors in Babylon and Cairo must have felt on celebration nights after the harvest in September, but he lost track of time with his partner rotation. Opening his eyes, he saw The Stranger in front of him, moving perfectly in sync with the rhythm of the room, and The Boy in Red could no longer use the safety of distance, flirtation, and his smile to hide his feelings of insecurity from himself. He felt emotionally shut-down, he didn't know if The Stranger noticed, if he was as sensitive to energy as he was.

The Stranger was, and did. He was turned off, but trapped by the nature of the rhythmic sea of bodies around him. He had fought to get this far, and he wasnt ready to fight his way back yet.

The DJ faded the mix into the next song and the two faced each other for a passionless dance, both awkward and dissociated, not meeting each other’s gaze for more than a second. The Boy in Red didnt know why he was being so reserved, The Stranger was so beautiful, and his for the taking; he had won, his web trapped the spider, his candy colored clothes had led Hansel to the forest. Was he a bad person because he loved the game more than the winnings?

The Stranger started to turn around, making a vague motion to his empty cup to say that he was going to the bar, trying to make a graceful exit. As if to say “No, stay, I want you”, The Boy in Red grabbed The Stranger’s cup and held it in his teeth before putting his arms around his shoulders. The Stranger was strong, with shoulders that had such a slope that you had to interlace your fingers behind his neck so your arms wouldn't slide off. Like this, The Boy in Red moved closer until the cup was also on The Stranger’s lips, the two sharing a kiss courtesy of the Solo company. Had Solo gotten a picture of this, they would have used it in their Pride campaign.

The Boy in Red, having slid his hands to The Stranger’s chest, took one hand off the moistened shirt and grabbed the cup, setting it on a rail behind them. Turning back, he moved in close, brushing the hair on his cheeks against The Stranger’s scruff, and shouted in a tone that through the music came to The Stranger’s ear as a whisper, “What’s your name?”

The Stranger leaned in until The Boy in Red felt shivers of electric desire run through his body, every organ lighting aflame.

“Alex.”

With a smile Alex pulled back, The Boy in Red’s hands moving to Alex’s lower back.

“I’m Carter.”

With a returning smile Carter pulled himself in, and the two let their bodies ask the follow-up questions.

[robinismywifee]

Back to the Old House -

Chapter 1:

June 28th, 2034

[1 year and 22 days after act one]

Raines age: 16 years, 5 months

Ellies age: 15 years, 2 months

CW: Puking up blood, D slur

Words: 2495

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Third Person POV:

Raine gripped onto her stomachs wound, holding it tightly to prevent it from excessively bleeding, running to the small building infront of her.

Once she made it to the building, she pulled out a bottle she had in her bag, and smashed one of the windows, not wanting to waste time looking for the entrance- if there even was one.

She climbed through the window, scraping her arm on one of the glass shards, she didn't even realize she cut herself as the pain from her stomach wound was too strong.

Giving a quick glance, she realized the building she was in, was a library, and once her breathing quieted down, and she didnt hear any clicking, she sighed of relief.

She limped to a room in the library, opening the door and shutting it quickly behind her. She collapsed to the floor, took off her bag and took out her medical supplies.

She didn't have much supplies left, she actually only had a banadge. it'll work.

she wrapped up her wound, hissing in pain, tying it tightly. She then spent the next half hour, pushing past her blurry vision and the pain she got anytime she moved, to set up a trap at the doorway. If anyone opened the door and walked in, it would go off and explode. Not a big explosion, but enough to make whoever pass out on impact, or even die if they hit their head hard enough.

Right after that, Raine pushed herself as far away from the trap as possible, and passed out asleep.

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A loud boom jolted Raine awake. She squinted her eyes in pain as she held onto her opened wound that was left basically unattended.

She looked over to see that her trap had been set off and exploded. before she could process anything, a voice spoke up. "Hands up!"

Raine looked around the room with blurry vision until she spotted a black haired girl infront of her with her gun pointed directly at her.

The girl lowered her gun slightly, taking in the sight of a random girl she had never seen before in such a terrible state.

Raine took that opportunity and grabbed her gun, pointing it at the girl, her finger going to the trigger to shoot, but a recognizable voice caught her off guard.

"Raine?"

Who is that? They know my name? Do I know them? Why do they so sound familiar?

Raines thoughts were so overwhelmed that she couldn't see for a moment, her vision going black. When Raines vision went back to normal, she didn't have time to look around the room to see who the oddly familiar voice was as she hunched over and started puking. Her vision was black again and her ears were ringing as she threw up. She couldn't hear, smell, or see, but she could feel the pain in her stomach and she could taste the blood in her mouth that she was spitting up.

And then, Raine couldn't feel or taste either.

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Ellie was on group patrol, with 5 other teenagers, they were meant to stick in pairs of 2, Ellie was paired up with Dina since they were friends. Ellie and Dina were checking out the old library, and while Dina went to check out the opposite side of the building, Ellie got distracted by the comics, being excited that they had one of the parts of her favorite graphic novel, Savage Starlight, she had yet to find or read.

While Ellie read the back of the comic, Dina found a broken window and glass shards around it. this wasnt here last time? Dina glanced back at Ellie, her nose was in one of those dorky comics she likes to read, so Dina decided to not bother her.

you can hear a pin drop from

how quiet it is, it was probably just an animal.

Dina looked down at the glass shards when she saw blood.. a trail of blood. It lead to one of the rooms of the library.

Dina walked over, slowly and quietly opened the door, she saw a girl on the floor, she couldn't tell if she was alive or dead.

She looked down in the doorway to see a wire, attached to what looked like some bomb.

Dina grabbed a brick off the ground, backed up far, throwing it right at the wire, causing the bomb to explode.

Once it was safe, Dina took out her gun, making sure the saftey was off, and went into the room, pointing her gun directly at the girls head. She saw the girl move around slightly, the girls hand immediately went to her stomach, gripping at it, and squinting her eyes.

Once Ellie heard the boom, she ran to where Dina was, she saw the mess that the trap made when it was set off, she frantically looked into the room and saw dina standing there, gun in hand.

"Hands up!" Dina said harshly, but when her eyes fully scanned over the girl, she saw that she was just about their age, and was in a very distressed state. She saw the way blood poured out of her bandage, and leaked all over her hand and clothing. She saw the countless of bruises and scratches on her. a deep, fresh cut on her arm, a big bruise right on her inner theigh, she even had her eye almost swollen shut with a nasty purple bruise around it along with a cut just under her eye, dried blood was all around her nose and cracked lips.

Dina didn't even realize she was lowering her gun to the ground from being in a trance, she hadn't seen anybody in such bad shape in so long.

Ellie just stood at the doorway, eyes scanning over every single bruise and scratch on her body. And her face. Oh, and her face. Ellie recognized her immediately, but she couldnt put her finger on who it was. And then she thought maybe she didn't know who it was and she's never seen her face before, maybe in her dreams though, because god, she was beautiful, even with that nasty black eye.

And then it hit her.

"Raine?"

Dina turned around, surprised by Ellies presence, almost forgetting that Ellie was meant to be with her at all times while they were out. Then Dina was confused, rain? what the heck is she talking about right now? is it raining? and who cares if it is?

They both watched as Raine stared at nothingness, seemingly the air. And then, there was the sound of Raines gun hitting the floor, and then the sound of her coughing.

Ellie watched as the girl who she thought she would never see again, hunched over and coughed up blood, groaning and hissing in pain as she did so.

Then, Raine fell over from sitting up, the back of her head right into the puddle of her own blood, blood dripping out of her mouth and down her cheek.

Dina and Ellie stared at the girl. Dina stared at her because she was in shock of the whole situation, the most anything has ever happened on group patrol was running into to some clickers, and at most 3, since they only ever patroled at safer spots considering their age.

Ellie also stood in shock, but it was because she was so at lost of how Raine could have ended up here. What were the chances that two kids from the Boston QZ would end up in the library of Jackson, Wyoming?

Once Ellie was done thinking back to all the times Raine had laughed in her face, called her slurs, and just overall was a homophobic bitch to her, she ran over to her, realizing how bad of a state she was in, picking her up so she sat up, "Raine? Raine? Can you hear me?" Ellie said in a frantic tone, shaking her shoulders, she pressed the back of her hand to her forehead, "Fuck, she's burning up"

Ellie looked down at her bloody stomach, "Shes- shes loosing lots of blood" Ellie panted, bringing her two fingers to her neck, feeling for her heart beat. once Ellie felt her heart pump, she sighed a relief, "Shes still alive, come on Dina, get her bag and help her up"

Dina watched, confused, is Rain her name? do they know eachother? Dina ran over to grab the girls bag and swing it over her shoulders, once Dina turned around to help Ellie get her up, she saw the girl already in Ellies arms, bridal style.

"Come on Dina, we have to get her back to jackson, I dont think she has long"

"What about the group? We were supposed to meet-"

"I don't give a fuck about the group Dina! She's gonna fucking die!" Ellie said frustrated.

They hurriedly made their way to the horses, with Dina staying quiet after Ellies outburst. Ellie carefully place Raine ontop of Shimmer, Ellies horse, and climbed on behind her, she took out the rope in her bag, and as quick as she could she tied the rope around both their bodies so Raine wouldn't fall off the horse.

Ellie glanced over to Dina. "If you care that much, go yourself" Ellie said loudly, frustration still in her voice, she lightly kicked shimmer, signaling for the horse to go, leaving Dina behind.

Ellie rode the horse alone with Raine, it wasn't until now that Ellie had realized Raines hair was dyed to be blonde, Ellie wondered how she did it and why. She wondered what Raine was gonna look like after being cleaned up and getting her bloody, dirty, hair washed.

Dina didn't follow behind. Ellie was mad right now. Mad at Dina, mad at herself, mad at whoever messed up Raine this bad.

She was mad at Dina for leaving her to go to the group, when she literally had someone dying in her arms. She was mad at herself for caring this much about Raine, when all Raine did to her was hurt her for a year straight.

Once Ellie got to the gates of Jackson, they immediately opened it, they probably assumed the passed out girl was one of their own from the community.

The people at the gates immediately ran to inform Maria, Maria came fast, "Ellie? What happened? Where is everyone else? Who is this?"

"Maria, please, you have to take her to get help, one of the nurses have to stitch her up, shes bleeding out, she's unconscious, she was coughing up blood, I don't want her to die Maria"

Ellies eyes were teary, her voice and hands were shakey, but she refused any tears to drop.

"Oh, Ellie, of course, Shes gonna be fine." Maria comforted, hoping her words were true, Maria untied the rope for Ellie, Ellie jumped down and immediately lifted Raine off the horse. Raine wasn't heavy at all, she was way skinner then she was at the QZ, she looked like she was being starved. Ellie wondered if the same people who gave her the bruises and wound starved her. Come to think of it- Ellie didn't even know if people did this, it could have just been infected, but somehow Ellie knew it wasn't. Maybe it was the bruising at her theighs that gave it away.

"Ellie, is she infected?" Maria asked, watching as Ellie picked her up bridal style again, "No- just please Maria, take her to get stitched" Ellie had no clue if she was infected or not. She sure hoped not. Since it was summer, a lot of Raines skin was showing, she wore a tight tshirt and shorts, and Ellie couldn't see any bite marks, but maybe behind that bandage- no. Ellie didn't want to think about it.

Maria took the girl from Ellies arms, since she was stronger and could carry her with ease, she was able to run with her to Jacksons hospital.

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Ellie watched as the nurse pulled the needle through Raines skin. Raine still wasn't awake. She wasn't waking up from a needle going through her skin. Ellie began to worry every possible outcome. What if she dies right here? What if she makes it, but when she awakes, shes disgusted by just my face alone?

Ellie held tightly onto Raines hand as the doctor pulled the last stitch through, "She's gonna be okay, dear" The nurse said to Ellie.

"She- She.. She's still not awake, how could you tell me shes okay when shes still unconscious after that! A needle was just going through her skin! What's really gonna happen?" Ellie tried not to raise her voice at the poor nurse but it was hard. "Ellie, she will be okay.. I believe shes suffering from cerebral hypoxia, which caused her to be in this coma"

"What? A fucking coma? How long!"

"Please stay calm dear.. we can't be sure of how long, but it will probably take a few weeks"

"A fe- few weeks?" Ellie fell back on the chair, "Now you said she was coughing up

blood and then passed out?" Ellie nodded, "Well I think that she might have choked on her own vomit.. which would have caused the cerebral hypoxia"

Ellie covered her face with her hands, pinching the roots of her hair.

I just want to speak to her.

"Do you want to clean her up or do you want me to, dear?" The nurse said, referring to her dried blood and dirt.

"I wanna" Ellie mumbled, hands still covering her face, the nurse nodded, even though Ellie wasn't looking, "Be sure to wash her hair good too. She has lots of dirt and knots, i'll leave you two alone now, if you need anything i'll be right down the hall at my desk"

Ellie didn't nod or respond, not listening to a word she said. Once she heard the door close, she lifted her hands away from her face to see the wet tears that fell onto her palms. "Fuck.." she whispered to herself, angry that she let tears drop.

Ellie wipped her hands on her jeans and took the rag and soap, and began to gently scrub off any dirt or blood off of her, being sure to go lightly over her bruises and scratches.

Once ellie did the best she could, she leaned Raines head closer to her, her hair dangling off the bed, she dipped her hair into the bucket of water and added shampoo to her hands, scrubbing them together before messaging it into her scalp gently.

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a/n:

first chapter yay! hope you guys liked it as much as i liked writing it!

any opinions or thoughts?

[bookcub]

January Wrap Up

every year, i try and do more reviews but wrap ups seem to be a fast way for me to do these

bloodmarked by tracey deonn- fantastic sequel, i am so hyped for this series. the start was a little rough but the end had me holding onto my seat. it also got me through a rough time (ie the airport)

grade: A

the hookup plan by farrah rochon- the last in this series, it was fine but ive already forgotten most of it. sweet and quick and light.

grade: B-

aces wild: a heist by amanda dewitt- a fun heist novel that was more about friendship than heist. i enjoyed the relationships and the ace rep more than the plot. a good time, fast paced and a love letter to out internet besties

grade: B+

the holiday trap by roan parrish- better set up than the holiday, which its loosely based on but it was just fine overall. didn't do much for me

grade: C

ophelia after all by racquel marie- if you like contemporary ya, stop what you are doing and read this book. a beautiful coming of age story i deeply related to. beautiful representation, i felt very seen and also i loved ophelia and her messy emotions and her gorgeous flower garden. an absolute delight.

grade: A

little house in the big woods by laura ingalls wilder- read this for class. led to great discussions about colonialism. also love learning i wasnt the only one who remembered the line about how the mom used to be so skinny the dad could fit his hands around her waist 🙃🙃🙃🙃

grade: D

kindred by octavia butler- this book lived up to the hype. it is a classic for a reason. the only time travel book i love. absolutely gripping. shocked i didn't cry. beautiful. cant wait to read more of octavia butlers work. cannot recommend this enough.

grade: A+

ella enchanted by gail carson levine- a reread, one of my all time favorite books but i did hate the audiobook that i used unfortunately. it has aged so well tho and was just as gripping as all my past rereads. literally cant shut up about this. best cinderella retelling i have ever encountered

grade: A+

seven days in june by tia williams- this book had me on the fence at the start but get the panel scene and wow. this was a wild ride, i loved how intense the backstory was and how much the main characters had grown. it was inspired by romeo and juliet but also had persuasion vibes. i loved the journey they made together and as individuals. look up trigger warnings first!!

grade: B+

by the book by jasmine guillory- super fun, a little too cheesy, but the audiobook elevated me experience. loved the wish fulfillment. modern day beauty and the beast but less creepy and more agency.

grade: B-

sisters of the neversea by cynthia leitich smith- a wonderful remaining of peter pan addressing the racism of the original text and other retellings. lily and wendy are step sisters who meet peter pan. it went into some heavy topics without being heavy handed and full of adventure. i adored the characters and the messages and the reframing. i read this for class but ill be recommending this to a lot of people.

grade: A-

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sorry bro by taleen voskuni- the Armenian romcom i never knew i needed!!! absolutely lovely and heartfelt and so much angst at the end. read this on the last day of January, the day it came out and it was just. . . 🥰🥰🥰🥰

[chiimeramanticore]

any thoughts/headcanons/ideas/takes you feel compelled to share on a whim? about anything in particular?

this is an older ask thats been sitting in my inbox but i wanna use it as my opportunity to talk about benny while im still fnvposting bc BOY do i have thoughts about benny and BOY do i have a story for you guys

so as i briefly mentioned before, i had decided to do the yes man route before i even played the game bc i just wanted to play for him at first lol. i didnt know how closely tied yes man was to benny before meeting him- my main 2 goals were "get that bastard who shot me" and "find my robot boyfriend" lmao

when i got to the strip and confronted benny, he convinced me to go up to the presidential suite and told me he'd meet me there- ofc this was a trap, but with a good speech check (like i said, a good speech check makes for some of my favorite moments in the game) i managed to convince him to let me go . i dont even remember what i said (i think it was something like "if you let me go i won't follow you") but i remember he was like ".....i cant believe im actually letting you live" and in that moment i was like Ohh im in this fuckers head now

since then ive been imagining this semi-homoerotic rivalry between us, a la tom and jerry or cooper and propeller knight lmao. he skipped town immediately made a run for the fort (obviously. him letting me live didnt mean he was done trying to take over vegas) and i ran after him bc. well i needed that chip too lmao . when i got to the fort i found him captured by the legion, and i finally had the opportunity to talk to him at length.

after learning his backstory and motivations, i realized, i dont actually hate benny nearly as much as i thought i did? like he's an asshole for sure, and he will always be the guy who shot me in the head lol but like, he wasnt like... evil yknow. i realized i saw a lot of myself in him- he's just one guy who took a look at the world and realized he didnt like any of it, and wanted to change it... but he's also only one guy. it felt like we started out in the same position, and he lost his way at some point. he kinda epitomized my own (in-character) fear that whatever i did with new vegas after taking over wouldn't be the right decisions to make. and god i felt bad for him

so i tried to let him go. twice lol . i went out of my way to find a stealth boy for him like he asked, but he was a stupid asshole and activated it immediately when i gave it to him and then we both died dfkghk so i did the bunker mission and went back to caesar and he was like "ok you can choose how benny dies" and i asked if he could be let go and he was like "haha youre funny. choose something or we're crucifying him" and i was like Okay Okay Sorry

if im being completely honest i felt bad for benny like this. i'd usurped his plans embarrassingly easily, and now he's tied up and on death row because of it. we'd had our exchanges in who had the upper hand, but i didnt wanna just kill him like this, it didn't feel fair. so i told him to fight me in the arena, and he was like. amused by the idea? and we got our stupid machetes from the legion and fought and it was clumsy and messy bc im not good with melee and he's just an npc but there was something kinda perfect and human about it

and then i got the final blow on him. and my game froze. it froze so bad i had to force shut down my pc . the next day i turned it on and guess whose copy of fnv was completely busted! like loading any save or starting a new game would immediately crash the game kind of busted. and then i went to open yes man and SOMEHOW his data was entirely wiped . and i was CRUSHED because that's!!! that's the reason i started playing fnv to begin with!! i put a month of play time into him!! i'd maxed out my relationship with him!! i didnt know if i could even get that progress back!! but i had to go to work and i couldnt stick around to find out!

so i spent ALL day on friday anxious and sad and worried i wouldnt be able to fix things. it took me all weekend but i did eventually get everything fixed (extra special thank u to yes man's dev for helping me w him). but i swear to god i was convinced this was all somehow benny's doing. the game had frozen on a frame of benny mid-machete chest stab, and it was the last thing i saw before all of this happened. after our extended cat and mouse game, after all this back and forth, it felt like he was fucking me over one last time from beyond the grave and beyond even the limitations of the game. i took his life, he took my yes man. like seriously yes man was literally the only other program that was affected by the crash, it FELT targeted lmao

when i got the game working again, i had to replay the sequence where i killed benny and it didnt crash when i killed him this time. actually seeing him fall to the ground dead was oddly both cathartic and painful. i took his belongings (which felt kinda disrespectful but im sure he'd have wanted me to lol) and i left the fort wearing his suit. i gave yes man his gun (maria, which i love that he named, the loser)

i dont think benny was Right (though i dont think anyone in this game is meant to be entirely Right lol) but i also think he had the right idea going in. he's equal parts inspiring and a cautionary tale and i hate him just as much as i love him. he might be my favorite character in this game. i'll miss you, you asshole

[freckled-fate]

catch me hating who i used to be but still striving to catch that blissful balance of depression and elation.

on one hand, i was in an awful place mentally, but on the other hand, my heart wasnt worried and most of my arguments werent major and ended fairly quickly. i was so so so much happier, lighter. my heart hasnt unclenched in several years and i ache for that feeling of peace that i last achieved in giggling meadows. if i went back to that, i would have lost so so much of what i have now, so would it be worth it in the end? ive gained so many people but ive lost even more. the ones ive lost strain on my back like the weight of my betrayal will eventually pull me under. even if nothing truly happened save for drifting apart, im a fucking romantic who remembers all the time. i cant forget those little snippets of joy and thats what forces me down in the end, dragging me down down down until i reach the floor. the nights spent crying far outweigh the past memories of joy, but still i long for them, even if my heart is swelling and im feeling so so much pain as i type through my thoughts, feeling regrets my regret in these words, as thought im being ungrateful for all the love ive been shown this past year. i hate the way nothing is ever enough, i hate the person i am so so much. i wish that she could just be grateful for the present and let the past go but no, i could never do that. even if i hate some of the things about my past self, i feel that ugly little thing inside rearing its head ready to pounce and force me to remember remember remember how kind they were? how people would actually listen to you? not shutting you down?? the past is such a glorious tragedy and yet it makes itself known in the ways i still go through the motions, remembering remembering. oh i cant use that anymore, it was their favorite. i find myself longing for those who i cut out, achingly chopping away the thin ties between us, only to try to thread them back together. everytime it gets too peaceful, this feeling comes back, and i remain trapped in this cycle. boredom, creating problems, fighting, wrapping my wounds, and healing, before the cycle repeats. its the way the world runs. i find a place i can call my home for a few months and then i come up with issues. cant i just cut myself out!!! when will it become my turn to be the one removed. when oh when will my wrongdoings catch up to me?

—just realized this is super long, whoops. have a lovely day to the three (max) people who will read this.

[slaughtermehole]

Bonten Mikey trapping you with a baby

It's been a week since you guys had fought and you have left. Mikey was losing himself once again. He wanted to kill you and kiss you. He been blowing up your phone with threats ever since you left him.

"Call me back this is your last warning y/n".

You stayed at a friend's house and you had noticed you forgot something at the house you and mikey had shared. You had forgot your laptop. You were hesitant to go get it knowing the chances of running into mikey. However, all your work files was on that laptop. You ran to your car and drove home. You had finally arrived and as you were putting the key in you looked behind your shoulder to make sure no one was there watching you. The door had opened and you went upstairs into your room to see your laptop laying on the bed

"Whew it's still here.. lemme just find the cord and we'll be outta here for goo-"

"Y/n."

You had froze. You felt cold. Your hands began to shake and your breath began to shorten. You knew exactly whose voice you heard. It was mikey.

His gun was pointing you. His eyes were so cold. He was furious and you could tell.

"You're not going anywhere y/n"

You began to tear up with the laptop still in your hand. His gun was still pointed directly at you.

"Mikey can you put the gun down at least? You're (sniffle)scaring me" you said while crying

He was silent. He didn't respond. He just stared at you while still keeping the gun pointed at you. He wanted answers. Why did you leave? You treated him so good. You should have known there would be no escape. The only escape there is, is death. You were his. Only his. The thought of you leaving him and moving on keeps him awake at night.

"MIKEY GOTDAMN" you yell. You were sick of the silence.

"I JUST WANT TO MOVE ON. I DONT WANNA DEAL WITH YOU ANYMORE BECAUSE YOU ARENT THE SAME MIKEY I USE TO KNO-"

Mikey interrupted you with a loud bang coming from the gun. He had shot the wall a inch next to you.

"Shut up. Shut up. SHUT UP Y/N"

He was starting to lose control of his emotions and you could tell by the way his eyes widened.

"I LOST EVERYONE WHO WERE CLOSE TO ME AND ILL BE DAMNED IF I LOOSE YOU. IF I HAVE KILL US BOTH I WILL."

You stood there crying. He wasnt the same. You wanted the old mikey back. His gun was still in his hand. You knew if you didn't do something now somebody was going to end up dead

You walked over to him. Cradled his face. You could see tears forming in his eyes.

You kissed him.

Your intention was to disarm him and bring him back to a calmer state because he was beginning to loose himself. You are aware you are his peace. As you was kissing him, he dropped his gun and begin to lift your shirt. He had pushed you against the wall still kissing you.

Your intention was to disarm him but as the kiss got deeper you realized you wanted this as bad as he did. Mikey finally got his hands on you. He finally got what he wanted, you.

Your shirt was off now exposing your breast. As he stared upon you, still fully clothed. You grabbed his dick and unzipped his pants now exposing his hard cock. You placed his dick in between your tits giving him a titfuck while he was still standing.

"I love your beautiful tits y/n I'm going to bust right in between them."

You spat on his dick while you massaged his dick in-between your tits going as fast as you could. He moaned your name beautifully. His breaths were getting heavy and you could tell he was about to cum

"Cmon mikey.. bust in between my tits baby. I'm all yours look at them mikey. Look at them."

As you continued to glide your tits up and down his dick he busted. You used your finger to lick the cum off your boobs. Yet, he was far from done. He went a whole week without seeing you. He wants to cherish this moment.

He took off his shirt and whispered in your ear

"you're having all my babies tonight. Gonna get you so full. I want you pregnant."

You didn't say anything. You were so intoxicated with the sex he was going to supply but little did you know Mikey was dead serious.

He began to kneel to your pussy licking it and eating it whole. He sucked your clit and He gave himself a hand job while he ate your pussy. Boy was so horny. You moaned as loud as you could.

"I love hearing you fucking scream"

You came right on his mouth. He slurped you so well. He missed your pussy.

"Did you fuck anyone else? Did you give anyone else my pussy y/n"

" No! No sir! I- I promise mikey"

"I'll kill you if you did"

You were scared of him. You stared into his eyes nervously. He then began to flip you over in doggy style position. Your pussy was beyond wet and he moaned while he massaged the tip in.

"Mikey...your dick feel so good"

He took his tip out. You were so tight and your pussy wasn't opening up for him he stuck his fingers in surprising you,

"You need to open up for me. I want your pussy to take me so you can cum.

He slid his dick back in and this time he managed to get it in all the way. You moaned like crazy and so did he. Your ass clapped onto him. He smacked it as hard as he could

"This your punishment for leaving. *smack* you're never leaving Me and I mean never. *smack* you're forever glued to me *smack* we belong together *smack*"

You screamed out his name crying from the pain and pleasure. He was getting faster and faster.

"OH Y/N ITS SO DAMN TIGHT. IM CUMMING INSIDE YOU"

You began to see white. Your vision blurred. You were fucked outta your mind. You began to feel mikey hot warm seed leaking into you. He kept his cock inside until he was done emptying himself. Thats a week worth of cum. Best believe your pussy was full.

He then pulled out kissing your neck.

"Mm-missed you so fucking much. I can tell you're tired y/n get some rest and I'll clean you up"

Boy was he a good liar. He was waiting til you fell asleep so he can sneak into the bathroom cabinet to grab your plan b.

You drifted off and that's exactly what he did. He had called sanzu while preparing his shower.

"She's home. Pick me up and Make sure you change the locks and lock her inside the house. She's not going anywhere. If she needs anything she will have to go through u first"

He hung up the phone and showered. His mission was complete. You were stuck with him forever. He knew deep down he got you pregnant and it made him happy.

He left the house leaving you in bed. You went searching for your plan b and noticed it wasn't there and as you were trying to walk out the house you noticed the doors were locked from Outside. He also had took your phone.

3 weeks later, you complained to sanzu about your morning sicknesses and asked if he could get you a test from the store. Turns out you're pregnant. As you looked at the test you began to form tears in your eyes because you realized what mikey was up to all along

Mission accomplished. He will never let you leave.

[davenportia]

ok i’m ranting about this because i need a distraction

chase davenport deserved better. he deserves the world

first of all his father is so toxic. like this dude just cares about money and is in-love with himself. in avalanche, chase led the mission and didn’t get credit or thanks for guiding them. bree and adam gave mr. davenport the credit and he cheered them on but NOT chase. “hustle and muscle” but nothing for chase? it’s no wonder he rebelled and went on a mission on his own. and then mr. davenport barely cared when he saw that chase was alive. like no “OH THANK GOODNESS MY SON IS OK” or hug. but when chase showed him the shit that he brought back from the mission, THATS when donald was excited. EXCUSE ME?

then bree ditched him in an episode instead of just telling him she wanted to hang out with her friends. just tell your brother the truth instead of lying bro? i love their relationship but god that wasn’t nice of her

speaking of bree, she never stops complaining about her life and especially about her brothers. bro i would DIE to live with chase davenport or any of the dooley-davenports. this girl has the nerve to complain about having bionics, living with two other bionic people, and have chase davenport as a brother? PLEASE.

skipping ahead a little bit, what’s unrealistic about the show is how chase apparently could never get a girlfriend. he was always made fun of for it, especially by adam (who never got a girl during the show either?) “don’t worry chase. you’ll have plenty of girlfriendless years to figure it out” “you do know you’re never get a girlfriend, right?” like when a girl did like him, adam ruined it because he was jealous. let your brother be, oh my god.

he’s the smartest man in the world and no one credits him for it. in ‘twas the mission before christmas’ (S2), he pointed out that he’s a genius and davenports scientist friend wasnt praising him. like he clearly just wants someone to be proud of him. and the scientist in the space elevator episode was called “the smartest person i’ve ever worked with” by donald right in front of chase as if he’s smarter than chase. chase even tried to correct him, and donald then called himself the smartest. and the other thing is how small he is. like adam always makes fun of his “tiny doll like body” and that same scientist called him a “little lady,” then in sink or swim (S3), adam called him “our lovely daughter, piper.” chase really isn’t that small. billy is 5’ 8 and that’s not that small. spencer is over 6’ tall, and bree is shorter than both leo and chase. like can we stop making fun of chase for his height? he’s average size just shut up.

lastly, mission leader in elite force. skylar led one mission and was heavily praised for it. chase has been leading missions for YEARS and NEVER gets credit. it’s not fair. yes trapping skylar in mission command was wrong but chase was hurt and i don’t blame him. and in the last episode, reese played with poor chase’s feelings just to get the list. of course they were a weird couple but chase looked really happy. when he found out she’s rodissius’ daughter, you could see his heart sink to his stomach, and yet rodissius was laughing at him. i’m glad bree stuck up for him though. however, this is the one time i actually think chase was really dumb and makes me mad. reese was very sus and yes, it was his fault, but also, he was tricked.

i could go on and on but i’ll save that for another time. in conclusion, chase deserved better and his siblings and dad should have been nicer to him.