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jemwritesstuff · 4 years ago

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Jeffrey "Jeff" Johansen x reader

this was supposed to be "i broke your nose at a moshpit" AU but this mixed with a dream i had so i had to edit it cause it seemed to fit so much better lol also can you tell im missing live music? cant wait to get stabbed in the arm. anyway for once im mostly on time, i hope you’ll enjoy this <3

cw: no social distancing, swearing, blood mention

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For whatever reason, you had already lost your friends in the crowd and the band had barely started playing. Since you had pushed your way to the front through literal blood, sweat and tears, you were definitely not going to give that up just to find them. They’d have to survive without you now.

The band was one you had just recently started listening to. When you learned it was also playing the festival with some other bands you and your friends listened to, you knew you had to get there. Nothing beats live music anyway - the bands contact with the crowd, the rhythm thumping in your chest, the feral feeling of just existing freely, easily beat the ringing in your ears for hours afterwards and the drunken idiots. Regardless, it was a metal festival; if there’s one festival you don’t have to worry about getting assaulted, it’s gonna be a metal festival. You remember one time when your female friend was getting felt up in the crowd, she barely had time to react when another guy from the crowd - possibly the meanest looking motherfucker there - had already struck him in the ear and thrown him over the railing straight in the arms of a bouncer. He even made sure that she wasn’t too shaken up and asked to walk her to her car after the gig was over.

You’d be fine.

Just when the crowd was getting a little bit too impatient, the band stepped on stage. The cheering was deafening, yet you couldn’t help but shout along. The whole performance was magical. The low sounds of bass you could feel deep in your bones, the squeaking of a guitar up-close, even the drum solo that shook the entire area. Hell, you barely felt heat from the pyrotechnics that were situated right in front of you. The crowd was under a spell and you with it; screaming and shouting the lyrics, cheering after every song, headbanging in sync with the members. You knew the moshpit was close - someone had lifted a short girl out of the way next to you. The ground was trembling from strain, you from excitement.

The few hours went by in a whim. It had barely been a moment when you were wondering where you'd lost your friends. The singer of the band was thanking the crowd for being amazing. You cheered again. You'd find your friends later, nevermind the fact that your phone had run out of battery.

The crowd started humming the melody of one of the bands biggest hits that hadn't been played yet. The band was halfway off the stage when one the drummer rushed back to his place. The rest of the band couldn't resist either and the hungry crowd got one more song.

"I've got one more thing for y'all!" The singer exclaimed, still huffing from screaming for the duration of the song.

"To celebrate the upcoming album, we ordered a bunch of custom guitar picks. We thought that 'okay, maybe like 10 will be enough', because we all know I always misplace my stuff. And it would've been if Tommy here" - they all pointed at poor Tommy, who just sheepishly laughed - "hadn't accidentally put too many zeros in the order. So now we've got a thousand picks with the unofficial album art that's just Riley throwing up in the tour bus." Laughter echoed throughout the area.

"Coincidentally, we got the picks in sacks right there next to the stage and we might as well give them to you as a little thank you!"

It wasn't raining men, but the sentiment was still there. You were at the front so you had a good chance at grabbing something off the air but it wasn't easy. With so many people after the same thing, pushing at you from the back it was a handful to just keep upright and not get trampled in the ground.

You're not sure how exactly it happened; you just knew that when you were reaching up, the guy behind you did so too, and you ended up knocking him right in the nose.

He shouted a curse and you whipped your head around to see a tall man, rocking an admirably long and dark beard with hair to match, holding a hand under his nose.

"Oh fuck, I'm so sorry!" You frantically yelled. "Shit, I'm so sorry, here-" You offered him a tissue from your pocket which he gladly took.

"Ah, it's fine, don't worry about it." He chuckled. You noticed how the corners of his eyes crinkled when he smiled, even if he was a little pained. "It's just a little nosebleed."

"No, that's definitely a big nosebleed." You deadpanned, seeing your tissue already get colored crimson.

He laughed heartily again. "It's fine. You've got a good punch on you, wouldn't wanna get on your bad side." He complimented? You'd rather take it as a compliment anyway.

"That's gonna need more than one tissue. Shit, I'm so sorry- the least I can do is take you to the medical tent."

"Ah, I wouldn't wanna take up your time like that. I think I can find it myself, now that the crowd's dispersed a little too." He smiled and turned the last clean side of the tissue.

"I'm the reason you're in this shit and I don't wanna get haunted by my nana again, so you are coming with me." You frowned and started making your way towards the tent you had visited earlier when one of your friends had almost fainted.

He did follow you. Whether to humour you or not, you never found out. You were glad he did, though, your nana would've surely hit you over the head with the wooden spoon again if you'd have left him in distress like that.

The nurse at the tent was much more efficient at suppressing the bleeding. You'd stuck there just to get some peace of mind that the man would be okay, spewing apologies every few sentences which he always waved off.

He was given the okay to leave soon and just in time, since you could hear the next band start playing some distance away.

"I really am sorry." You started, not daring to raise your eyes to meet his. "My brain got overridden by corvid syndrome, I didn't think to pay attention to the people around me."

"Don't worry about it. I mean, it certainly wasn't the first time I've gotten punched at a festival. I'll be fine, anyway." He laughed. The warmth of his voice hardly left space for doubting.

"Are you sure there's nothing I can do to pay you back? Sorry, again." You asked again and nervously fiddled with the sleeves of your jacket.

"Well, there's one thing but that's only if you're absolutely sure about it." He offered. You raised you gaze at him and noticed the shy smile he was sporting.

"And what's that?"

"You could let me take you on a date tomorrow."

Admittedly, it wasn't what you were expecting. The tall, hairy man was rugged but definitely handsome too. Even if you didn't think that, his smile for sure was one of the Earth's wonders.

You agreed with a bright smile and introduced yourself. His name was Jeffrey, but he told you to just call him Jeff. You'd given him your phone number when you realized that your phone was out of battery. Thankfully, you had a pocket full of guitar picks and a pen, so you did get his number too.

He refused when you offered to give him a part of your hoard, so of course the only logical course of action was to hug him and discreetly drop a few in the pocket of his leather jacket.

You knew you'd get a stern talking to from your friends when you'd finally find them but it all seemed worth it when you looked over your shoulder to see Jeff smiling and waving at you.

#jems content #dbd x reader #dead by daylight x reader #jeff johansen #jeff johansen x reader #gn reader #oof i cant remember any tags ive used before #anyway its here and it is still sunday where i live so i wasnt lying about keeping to my schedule lmao #anyway thanks again yall i hope youll enjoy this :)#dbd #dead by daylight

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silverisbestboy · 4 years ago

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Werehog Sonic x Reader

Requested by anonymous: Henlo yes,,, could you maybe do Werehog!Sonic x Reader HCs? 🥺👉👈 I love him sm and there’s not nearly enough content for him as there should be,,,

You didn't know what to expect when you went to investigate the loud crash outside your house in the middle of the night

Clad in nothing bu thin pajamas and weilding a baseball bat you bought on a whim for protection, you thought maybe you'd see raccons in your trash bin or a drunk that stumbled into your yard

You certainly didn't expect to see a huge wolf-like mobian passed out on your driveway

Not knowing what else to do, you rushed up to him, asking if he was okay

The strange creature mumbled incoherently, and you saw blood slowly trickling from a wound on his large head

"Oh my god! Okay, don't worry, I'm gonna call on ambulance or something!"

He groaned at that

"No...n-no...hospitals."

"Then what am I supposed to do!?"

He gave no response as he drifted in and out of consciousness

Rather than go against the mobian's wishes and take him to a hospital like a reasonal person, you somehow managed to drag a (very heavy)bcomplete stranger into your home to patch him up with very little medical knowledge

Luckily, you at least knew some basic first aid, and were able to patch up his enormous head

You stayed up the rest of the night with the stranger splayed out on your living room floor, baseball bat close by just in case things got nasty

However, as the sun rose in the sky and you went to once again check on your new friend, instead of finding a hulking blue-gray wolfish being, you saw a mich smaller blue hedgehog in its place

"What the hell?!"

Your panicked yelp caused the even stranger stranger to wake up and promptly begin screaming in your presence

Which caused you to also scream

The match eventually ended when the two of you ran out of breath and y'all just kind of stared at eachother for a while

The hedgehog eventually inquired about his whereabouts followed by a wary explanation from you

"Oh...yeah, that was sorta me."

"...say what now?"

The hedgehog whom you now know as Sonic quickly explains to you thag he absorbed some of Dark Gaia's energy which causes him to transfrom into a "were-hog" at night

He tries to say his goodbyes and leave but you're insistent that he stay until he's at least healed

Luckily, Sonic bounces back quickly so he agrees

Over the next few daye, Sonic grows quite fond of you, despite some unsavory situations

You find that you enjoy the dog-like traits he inherits at night

One night, you reached up to scratch behind his ear which caused him to fall to the ground with a very loud thump

Let's just say that you pretyy much stayed in that position all night

Of course, Sonic's pretty pouty over it the next day, but much to his chagrin, that is not the last he saw of dog-lover within you

Another night, you played a video of wolves howling which is promptly followed by a certain werehog's own serenade

Once again, Sonic's not too happy about that the next morning

But you are unrelenting

Another night, you throw a ball across the front yard

At first he fights the urge top chase it but eventually is forced to give in once you bring a stick into the mix

But despite you're taking antics, Sonic finds that he doesn't particularly want to leave when he's all healed

Still, he bids you farewell Ann's turns to race away over the hills

But add he's running, he turns his head back for just a second to see you waving at him, to which he smiles

When the night comes, and his body takes on the instincts you so adore, he'll definitely be back

#sonic headcanons #sonic the hedgehog x reader #sonic the werehog #sonic the werehog x reader #sonic the hedgehog

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did-he-just-hiss-at-me · 3 years ago

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Okay I have a concept more than a title? I had a title but it slipped my mind- got one- said I would be back with a Logan ship

Chaos Collides - intrulogical?

(Do not worry- This works perfectly! Ty again, sorry for the delay! Sorry if this is too angsty for y'all lol)

(A side note: Yes this is intended to be pretty ambiguous)

Logan couldn't exactly what was the catalyst to this moment. But he could give you a summary of events, if you asked.

There were fires created by his own hands. Architecture crumbling at his feet. Winds causing havoc at his whims.

He... was fighting someone. Someone dear to him. That someone was Remus, the love of his life.

It all started with a casual argument that escalated. The two of them couldn't just agree. Then for some reason, they couldn't let those quarrels go. They fought more and more.

It eventually became physical. But not in the way that you'd expect.

They were both "reality benders", as they both eventually came to call it. The world would shape to their desires in anomalous ways, if they knew how to control it of course. And for the most part, they did.

So when their unwillingness to just accept they were wrong came to its worst, they used their powers. Logan had a bad temper, and Remus is naturally violent, so two of them warped reality in hopes of getting the other to shut up.

Maybe they shouldn't have acknowledged their anomalous side. Maybe then it would have saved them from this point. Maybe knowing that they could do anything they wanted is more a curse than a blessing.

Maybe Logan realized the weight of what he had been doing when an attack if his threw Remus to the ground, creating a crater in the city they had destroyed.

He weeped with Remus in his arms, too hurt to heal himself. Logan didn't have any knowledge on reversing injuries, so he couldn't help Remus either.

Logan screamed in emotional agony, begging for someone to do something. But there was nobody. All gone, thanks to the damage they both caused.

If only they hadn't been so stubborn.

'If only I'd just...'

'I f o n l y I . . .'

'I f o n l y . . .'

...

[Undocumented anomaly log; archived as #7823]

{As of May 10th 202X, the Foundation has been made aware via anonymous tip that a possible anomalous event has been discovered in _____, Florida. It appears to be a situation in which two months go by perfectly normally before the city is anomalously destroyed in the space of less than an hour, then suddenly restored to a state reflecting how it looked previously.}

[File SCP-XXXX has been drafted.]

[Undocumented anomaly log; SCP-XXXX]

{Further research and exploration attempts have concluded that the city of _____, Florida is trapped in a time loop of exactly two months, one week, and five days. The city is contained within an anomalous, invisible bubble that traps everyone from the inside and leaves them unknowledgeable of previous loops. Tests using D-class have informed us that the city residents believe themselves to be between the date of July 3rd and September 15th, 2018. This SCP should be marked as "Safe".}

[File SCP-XXXX has been created.]

[File SCP-XXXX was updated on June 30th, 202X.]

{On June 29th 202X, the Foundation was finally able to conclude that two unidentified reality benders are the cause of the time 'bubble', as well as the destruction of the city of _____. These two individuals have been classified SCP-XXXX-1 & SCP-XXXX-2. It is currently unknown if evacuation of city residents or containment of -1 & -2 is possible.}

...

"Perfect."

(Yes, this drabble was inspired by the SCP universe & its reality benders. I'm a pretty big SCP fan, haha. However it's not intended to be a real SCP, as it's not very fleshed out and super flawed, this is just a one off story.)

#sanders sides #ts sides #logan sanders #ts logan #remus sanders #ts remus #intrulogical #ts intrulogical #kacey's writing #ask to tag #background character death #(poor civilians; man)#morally gray logan #morally gray remus #questionable logan #questionable remus #fandom crossover

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imagine-loki · 4 years ago

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It was his idea

TITLE: It was his idea

CHAPTER NO./ONE-SHOT: One-shot

AUTHOR: fanfictrashdump

ORIGINAL IMAGINE: After the Chitauri attack on New York, imagine Loki being sentenced to public service on Earth, specifically in aiding people who got hurt during the attack. His magic has been limited to only be enough to aid keeping Odin’s spell in place so he wouldn’t turn blue. His task is to help people with special needs, to do house chores, help them get around, do their grocery and keep them company while they recover. He is assigned to a girl who ended up blind after one of the Chitauri shot at her.

i’d love an imagine where Loki turns someone looking for him into a long and convoluted game of marco polo or something

RATING: T

NOTES/WARNINGS: I told y'all that prompt was giving me ideas. And now look at where it’s landed us! Face-first into a load of fluff! Sickly sweet fluff! Warnings of language and very soft Loki. Related to I signed up for this & I signed up for this, too.

Loki prided himself on his responsibility. Whenever he committed to something, he saw it through to the very end. It was a point of pride and he would be damned if, living on Midgard, he would let go of one of the fundamental traits that made him, him. So, when Stark had mentioned a reduction of his total workload, including the disappearance of a certain name on his roster, he did what every responsible, principled adult would do… he pretended not to have been informed.

And it wasn’t like that person had complained or made absolutely any mention regarding his continued presence. In fact, they often made plans with each other–books they want to read together, albums to listen to, meals to prepare together. It wasn’t his fault. It just made him atypically nervous to think of her alone in her apartment, clumsy and lonely. And, no, this was not some silly sentimentality… he was just fulfilling his promise. He just had a conscience. Wasn’t that the very reason he had been sentenced to this stupid little experiment?

Loki took the steps up to Charlie’s apartment by twos, his long legs easily climbing up to the fifth floor with an ease that belied his centuries of training. He could have used the elevator, he knew, but there was something incredibly awkward about being stuck with someone else in the small metal box for what seemed like an eternity (though he knew the trip was barely a paltry few seconds). He would very much rather just take the stairs. He needed the exercise after all the lounging he had been doing lately, anyway.

The front door was unlocked, as usual, despite Loki’s many warnings that it was unsafe for her to do so. Not that Charlie ever listened to more than half of what he said. She was a dear and seemed to like him well enough, but he would be lying if he said that she tended not to put a whole lot of weight behind his words of warning. Especially when those words of warning were mocked back in a perfect imitation to his own accent and cadence. He should have found her attitude irritating–she was obstinate. Like a mule. A very, very cross mule. It made him smile.

However, there was no way he could, in good conscience, just let her mock him. At least not without the littlest bit of payback. Loki had decided quite a few weeks ago that if she was not going to listen to what he said, he wasn’t going to talk, at all. Not in any significant manner, anyway. Not until she was forced to listen. He couldn’t decide if he was being brilliant or cruel, if he was honest. He hadn’t just brought this idea up on a whim. In fact, he would be ashamed to say how many books and research articles he had devoured on the use of similar techniques. Still, he was so taken by her cautious precision and reluctantly excited intensity that it was difficult to give the negatives any thought, even when she got annoyed.

Silent as the night, he slipped through the front door and closed it behind him. Charlie was sitting at the kitchen table, sipping on a glass of water. Nothing in her demeanor betrayed that she had heard Loki come in. In fact, she was perfectly content to hum to herself while she drank, seemingly waiting for that same Asgardian to arrive. Loki smiled to himself, putting his bag down and clasping his hands behind his back as he tiptoed around her to the living room.

Charlie bristled, sitting up straight after being slouched the entire time he’d been watching her. “Loki?” Her body shifted left and right and tilted her head, as if she would be able to see where Loki had gone off to, if she could even tell he was there. “I can smell your soap. You might as well have taken a soak in a pine tree smoothie.”

So, maybe she could tell he was there.

Her fingers itched at her scalp, a nervous fidget that Loki found her doing quite often. It left her plentiful curls all the more mussed and wild than what they usually were, though he found it quite cute. He noted that her locks were still slightly damp from an earlier shower, to which he tacked on the blame for the smell of sweet oranges floating in the air. Another fidget brought him to smile, especially now that Charlie was barely holding on to that annoyed groan rumbling at the back of her throat.

Charlie grit her teeth exceptionally tight and her eyes fell closed in irritation. “Marco.”

Loki snorted immediately. “Polo.”

“I fucking hate you. This has to be mistreatment.” He smiled, though he said nothing in response. Charlie seemed conflicted between throwing something in the general vicinity of where she thought he was and actually playing his game.

Focus, Charlie. Don’t rush, Charlie. You know there’s a chair there, Charlie.

His words rattled noisily inside her head, despite her best efforts to be rid of them. They were well-intentioned, as was this whole stupid game. She was just astoundingly bad at it. Half the time Loki had to remind her of the furniture that was in her own apartment, even though she navigated it just fine when she was on her own. The demigod riled her up in such a way that she often tripped and cut corners, until she inevitably ended up on the floor. Having to admit that he was right and that she did jump the gun whenever he was in her abode was more irritating than the game of cat and mouse he had concocted. And that’s not even admitting that this foray into sound sensitivity had improved her accuracy of every day tasks a considerable amount.

“Marco.” She slid out of her seat and readied herself to follow the voice.

“Polo.”

He sounded further away than he had a moment ago, and Charlie swallowed the urge to scream. “Marco.” A whisper of a touch ran across her shoulders, over the skin exposed by her dress. She shuddered against the feeling and turned on a dime, eagerly pawing at the air and coming up empty.

“Polo.”

He sounded like he was in the kitchen now. Turning back around, she stepped lively towards his voice. While her mind was quick to pinpoint the exact location where she knew Loki was now standing, it seemed so focused on its task that it failed to remind her of the possible obstacles in her path. Several steps in, and her progress was halted by the tangle of her legs with something on her way. Her brain went into fuzzy panic as her feet flew out from under her and there was nothing to do but brace for the inevitable impact.

The breath got knocked out of her. Not by the floor, but by a sudden jolt in her momentum.

“I’ve got you, dove. Never fear,” he murmured into her hair as she clung to his shoulders like a lifeline.

“I hate you,” she repeated, though the phrase lacked conviction. Because it never mattered how many times she would trip and fall, he was almost always ready for a save.

“And, yet, you’re still holding onto me.” He was right. He had set her on her feet, but Charlie’s fists remained tangled in the fabric of his soft cotton t-shirt.

“Because the second I let you go you’re gonna start with the Marco Polo shit again,” she huffed. “Echolocation is clearly not for everyone.”

A second later she pressed her forehead into his chest and sagged into him. Loki chuckled under his breath and held her loosely to himself. She was warm and smelled like an orange grove and it distracted him long enough that he could quickly shove away the voice in the back of his head trying to guilt him. He was a monster. He couldn’t fix this. This would never be enough. On occasion he still wholeheartedly agreed, but maybe that was OK, to be that imperfect.

“What did you trip over?” He quizzed in an attempt to reign in his thoughts.

“The credenza. Again.”

“You know where everything is, Charlotte. Don't–”

“Rush to get to anything or you’ll forget in your haste,” she finished, imitating his cadence and accent perfectly. He laughed again and gave her a squeeze.

“If you spent half as long getting a sense of your surroundings as you do practicing that voice, you’d be crime-fighting through the city streets by now.”

“Color me uninterested, demigod.” The crisp, precision of her vowels prompted him to roll his eyes. “I can hear you rolling your eyes.”

“Me? Roll my eyes? Blasphemy,” he joked. Loki released her somewhat reluctantly, allowing Charlie to settle back in her seat at the kitchen table and himself a quick moment to survey her.

Charlie was wearing a flowy, canary yellow sundress, her feet bare as they swung back and forth beneath her seat. Despite her grumbly attitude, she looked bright–just short of incandescent–and it nearly hurt to watch her. Another set of voices, different from the first popped into his head, but these he promptly squashed and disposed of into the abyss before he could give them any mind. They, too, were distracted by the contrast of colors between her skin and clothes, and the flouncy ruffle at the bottom of her skirt. She looked pretty and he decided just then and there that it would be a waste for it to stay within those four walls.

“Let’s take a walk.” He dipped silently into her bedroom, grabbed a pair of sandals out of her closet, and dropped them into her lap with a pat on the head.

“And go where, exactly?”

“The park would be nice. We can grab some ice cream and–”

“And, what? Enjoy the greenery?” The sarcasm accompanying her smirk made him proud and exasperated in equal measure.

Loki sighed. “You haven’t been outside in a month. And last time it was to see, and I quote, that fucking fool of a neuro-ophthalmologist.” He kneeled on the floor in front of her. “Come on. Let’s get some sun, stretch our legs.” His fingers drummed on her knees, while he stared hopefully up at her face. Charlie frowned.

“You’re aware that I physically can’t see whatever stupid puppy dog face you’re making at me, right?” Her hazel eyes had still zeroed in on him in, regardless, when his hands caught hers on her lap.

Though his cheeks were now burning and his brain berated him for letting that detail, the whole reason he was here in the first place, momentarily slip past him. “Please.”

“Hard pass, buddy.” Loki sighed, getting back to his feet. Even though Charlie was all-in-all in a better place emotionally, he knew that she struggled with being out among people. More often than not, she would get overwhelmed by the ambient noises of the city, which at one point in her life had lulled her to sleep. She also complained about the fact that she could feel people’s gazes on her every time she stopped at a crosswalk or walked around a store. She said they felt heavy and awkward, though as often as Loki caught himself simply staring at the young woman, he wondered whether or not she was just picking up on his own brooding intensity.

He pressed a kiss to her crown before going entirely silent. Charlie groaned knowing exactly where this was going. “Don’t you fucking dare.” Her hands swiped in front of her, closing around empty air. “Ugh, Loki!” There was more silence. Muttering under her breath, she slipped on her sandals. “Marco.”

“Polo.” His voice carried the richness of laughter that Charlie would be more than happy to slap out of his system if it weren’t for the fact that she couldn’t physically find him.

Charlie stomped her feet. “You know, I can just stay inside, right? I don’t have to hang out with you.”

Loki shrugged, leaning against the open doorway. “Then, don’t.” She was glaring in his direction, arms crossed over her chest. After a moment, her shoulders slumped, the thought that he had actually left crossing her mind.

“L-loki?” Charlie’s voice was barely above a whisper and the little notch that formed between her brows when she was concerned, deepened. “Lo?” He forced himself to breathe deeply, inhaling and exhaling as loudly as he could to tip her off, and her body immediately relaxed. “Marco.” Her voice was still small.

“Polo, darling.” She rolled her eyes and made her way towards the door. “Mind your fingers,” he remarked as he closed the door behind them. “Come along. Stay close.” He narrowly avoided her hands when she reached out to grab him. “Just listen and you’ll be alright.”

Charlie whined and pouted. “Yeah, until I walk into oncoming traffic because I can’t hear you over the sound of cars.”

“Have I ever allowed you to come to harm?” Charlie reluctantly shook her head. “I promise I will make sure you don’t get mowed down by traffic. I just don’t want anyone to think I’ve abducted you from your home.”

“Why would they think that?”

Loki chuckled. “I’ll give you a second to remember who I am, Charlotte.”

Charlie smirked. “Oh. Right. Alien attack. Enslaving humanity. That rings a bell.”

“Funny. You’re very funny,” he quipped, deadpan. He quietly walked backwards towards the elevators. “First one’s free. Polo.”

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“M-marco?” Charlie wobbled over a dip in the grass. An arm swept around her waist and pulled her off her feet, carrying her easily across a distance she could not quite estimate.

Loki tutted under his breath. “I would think you would put up a little more of a fight when someone suddenly carries you off.”

“You smell like a Christmas tree,” she explained simply, sinking easily onto the soft grass she was set down on. Something cold was shoved into her hands and she frowned. “When did you stop for ice cream?”

“You truly do not pay a lick of attention when people are around, do you?”

Charlie giggled, licking her ice cream cone, happy to find a rich chocolate custard on her tongue. The sun was glinting off of her tanned skin and her eyelashes cast shadows over her cheekbones. The combination of the light and her dress made her seem like she was glowing. Loki shook his head, ridding his brain of those uncalled for thoughts as if he were one of those damn mortal drawing toys Stark called an Etch-A-Sketch. However, her second giggle in as many minutes proved more than effective at distracting him.

“What ever are you laughing about, Miss Camden?” He leaned forward and caught an errant smudge of chocolate on her cheek with his thumb.

“You’re an idiot.”

Loki guffawed. “You’ve awful manners, you know.” He bit down on his frozen strawberry bar to give himself time. “No, really. What are you laughing at?”

“It’s not people.” Her tone was matter-of-fact.

“That makes even less sense than your snickering.”

“You say I don’t pay attention when people are around. That’s not true. It’s not people. It’s you.” Loki’s heart stuttered so hard he dropped his treat. Charlie laughed again, throwing her head back as her shoulders shook. Her arm held her cone out in his direction. “Come on, I can hear the despair in your soul. And the thud of a popsicle. I know the sound well.” He bent to catch a drip off the side of the cone at the same time she gestured again. Another fit of giggles overcame her. “I swear all that wasn’t on purpose.”

“Yes, of course, it wasn’t,” he grumbled wiping away at the mess of chocolate on his face with the hem of his shirt.

“You know I can’t tell when you’re close, Marco.”

“Polo,” he replied, reflexively, sparking another giggle. “You’re not funny.”

“I’m hilarious. You’re just frazzled.” She took another lick, bouncing excitedly in place. “I would pay a hefty sum just for a peek at, y'know, all that deer in the headlights action,” she trailed off, gesturing at her face with her free hand. Fingers wrapped around that same hand, giving her a startle. The soft fabric of a handkerchief was wiping at her digits before dabbing at the very corner of her mouth.

“You’re a mess,” he whispered, touch lingering on her face far after her skin was clean.

“Loki…” His name in such a delicate, innocuous tone fascinated him more than any mystery anyone else could spin.

Loki shuffled closer, swallowing thickly. “Yes?”

“I have ice cream dripping down my hand. I kinda need to deal with it,” she replied, smirking. He released her all at once and watched as she tidied up her cone with an easy smile, though he himself was fighting the urge to scream in sweet, aching frustration. When Charlie offered her cone again, he held her hand steady as he had a taste to appease her insistence. However, the pit in his stomach that had opened up a few minutes prior did not allow him to have much more than that. “I’ve known you for eight months. Is it that incredibly surprising that I enjoy your company or, what?”

“Enough to purportedly have you zone out or trip over things? A little,” he admitted. Charlie shifted just enough to lean into his side, pointedly ignoring the gentle shudder that ran through him and echoed through her. He was extremely grateful for the fact that she seemed to be more concerned with whittling down her ice cream than with his suddenly anxious disposition. He channeled the anxiety into doting concern and let it bubble over. “Are you alright? Not too hot? Maybe I should have brought an umbrella to block away the sun–and you’re laughing again.”

“It’s not malicious.” She pinned her bottom lip between her teeth to keep from another laugh.

He shook his head good-humoredly, with a secret smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. “I know.” His index finger wrapped around a corkscrew-like curl. “You don’t have a single malicious bone in your body.”

“You don’t know that. I might be really mean,” she riposted.

Loki chuckled. “I merely have a feeling.” He tugged the curl and watched it bounce back before he picked another to repeat the process. “Do you want to go back home?” He asked, now worried about pushing her too far, too fast.

“We can stay a little longer. I’m enjoying myself.”

“I’m glad,” he muttered against her temple before kissing her there. He flushed. Loki knew the affectionate gesture had become a bad habit, as of late, but he justified it as an innocent token–a non-verbal reminder that he cared for her. For her wellbeing, his mind hastened to add.

The phone in her pocket buzzed insistently and he bit back a groan. Of course Stark would find a way to ruin even this. He pulled the device out as Charlie crunched on her cone with a ghost of a smile still lingering on her face. “Yes?”

“What are you doing?”

“I’m, er, at the park.”

“I know you’re at the park. I’m asking what you’re doing.” Loki frowned, turning his head this way and that to find where the billionaire was watching from. “Left.” In the distance, Tony and Pepper both waved at Loki. Pepper seemed to have been trying to suppress laughter while Tony was favoring a half-hearted glare. “I thought I told you Charlie switched off of the chores service.”

OK, so perhaps Loki did a little more than pretend he was not informed of his schedule changes. Like, actively ignore the whole conversation, altogether. Loki could barely make out Pepper saying “chores? Is that what they call it these days?” beside Tony, over the line.

“Yes, you said.”

“Is that Tony? Is he mad because I’m enabling you in playing hooky?” She asked, brushing crumbs off of her face with the cleaner hand.

“I guess he is–wait, you knew I was…? Why didn’t you say anything?” He asked, ignoring Tony’s complaints coming over the line.

Charlie’s empty gaze seemed to stare at him for a long moment before she pinched the bridge of her nose, and inhaled deeply. “Oh, I was kidding earlier, but I think he really might be an idiot,” she muttered to herself. She gestured with an open hand. “Let me talk to Tony.” Blinking confusedly, Loki handed over the device and she raised it to her ear. “Hiya, Tony. Yeah, we’re just hanging out. Was he expected anywhere else?” There was silence, and up ahead Loki could see Tony pacing as he spoke. “Oh. Then what’s the big deal?” She laughed, pulling the phone away slightly from her ear as she winced. “Jesus, Tony, I promise to have him back home by midnight with his virtue intact. I promise.”

Loki’s head snapped towards Charlie so quickly he felt it gave him whiplash. Charlie was wearing a large smile, head tilted slightly to the side as she listened carefully at the man freaking out on the other side of the call. “Tony, I am not spelling it out twice in one day.” There was a pause. “Yes, I did have to, and I’m not entirely sure he actually understood.” Charlie covered the mouthpiece and craned her head closer to Loki’s. “He’s here, isn’t he? I can hear the ice cream truck on his end.”

“Yes. A hundred meters, maybe,” he replied quietly.

He watched her deftly press the End Call button on the touchscreen and hand the phone back. The hand tucked against his side slid easily up his arm to his shoulder and stopped on his jaw. Her thumb barely brushed at his bottom lip and he could feel all the air in his lungs leave in a rush. Surely, he wasn’t still awake. Her lips nudged his more easily than he thought they would, tasting of chocolate and waffle cone and sunlight. Oh, he would be so angry if this turned out to be a dream.

“CHARLIE!”

Loki startled backwards at Stark’s voice hollering over the din of the park. He’d never had an out-of-body experience, but he reckoned this what that felt like. Tony was cutting right through throngs of people on picnic blankets and lawn chairs while Pepper attempted to persuade him back to their run.

“Time to get really good at Marco Polo, Lo.”

“Shit. Polo, Polo, Polo.” He hissed, snatching her hand in his, pulling her to her feet and sprinting off into a thicket of trees.

They stopped running only when the burn in their lungs and their legs was too much to take. Loki laughed, loud and rich and rumbly, pushing the shaggy mess of his hair back away from his face. Charlie was flushed, curls in disarray and leaning against an elm and panting to catch her breath. He sighed contentedly. Crowding her form against the tree, he buried his hands in the twists and turns of her mane before joining their mouths, relishing the way she tugged at his t-shirt to pull him impossibly closer.

“I was trying to say that I liked you, earlier, if that wasn’t painfully obvious–”

“Yes, yes. I get it,” he chuckled, leaning his forehead on hers. “Just, why?” The voices in his head were fixing to creep up and put a veil of gloom on his cheery heart.

“You’re my favorite monster. You’ve never made me feel like I needed to be fixed and that… has been more than enough.” Her fingers were making tidy circles into a bare strip of exposed skin at the hem of his t-shirt, sending a quiver down his spine at the sheer gentleness of the action. Loki felt a hairsbreadth away from falling apart in the most cathartic of ways. “Even though you felt guilty, you always treated me like a person, not a project, and… well… you kept coming back so I’m guessing you kind of–” He peppered her entire face with kisses, causing her to break out in giggles.

“Oh, Stark is going to have my head,” he whined as he forced himself to make space between them, lest he spend the next several hours snogging the life out of her.

“Why would he?” She asked, and there was a glimmer in her expression that seemed just short of dangerous. “Giving you the chance to play hooky with me was his idea.”

#Loki #Lover #God of Mischief #Others #Submitted one shot #submission #it was his idea #Fanfictrashdump

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bluealmondpie · 4 years ago

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Heyoo, sorry for disturbing on whatever ur doing but.... Is it okay if you can do headcannons for any boy u choose, don't worry I simp for all of them, with a s/o who has fluffy hair and it's split dyed

Love ur writing and I luv u

U R NOT INTERRUPTING ANYTHING MY LOVE! and omg a free pass to any character!!! so i did a few bc i couldn't decide on one, then i decided to do characters that so far have not appeared in my writing much, just on a whim, and split dyed hair is 100/10 i wish my current job lets me do that but no (;-;) here u go i hope this is what u were looking for!!! i love u too ♪( ´▽｀) also that image is adorable ♡

terushima

* honestly? he probably egged u on and helped u choose the colours

* after u finished doing up your hair he was like ooooooo ✨✨ lemme touch

* and suddenly he's totally addicted so fluffy!!! soft!!

* not worried about being rude or annoying will 10/10 just ruffle hair cos "it looked so soft?" rubs "how is this real?" rubs "it's so fking fluffy babe?!"

* from then on it's like a daily thing he will pat or ruffle hair whenever he meets you

* and whenever u say/do something cute

* and whenever you're sad

* and whenever you're angry

* and whenever he wants to, which is p much all the time (๑˃̵ᴗ˂̵)

* u can use it to threaten him tho. teru i swear if you don't stop being annoying i'm not gonna let u pat my head anymore and he will straightaway just stop everything

* boy loves touch so if u take away any touch he will b sad (;-;)

* he likes to play with each half of the colours separately, then try to braid mess it up so that the colours "will mix? will it mix?"

* your hair will get all messy and knotted up and you'll b royally pissed

* he's no good at combing thru the knots tho

* make him do a boba run while u undo it

* he will not b messing with it in a long while (about 2days only LMAO)

*****

goshiki

* tbh he has always wanted to touch your hair

* i mean look at this child u can't tell me he doesn't like soft things he is soft

* very in love with the fluff but very afraid to indulge cos it's invading personal space

* he only realised it was ok to touch when semi and tendou patted u on the head for a job well done (idk maybe u r shiratorizawa's manager or something) but even then he was like but they are third years is it rlly ok

* it was

* HE SCREAMED INSIDE OK LIKE OMGOMGOMG YASSSSSSS FLUFF

* anyway even if you two are dating he will still have same resistance cos he thinks it's rude to touch other people's heads without permission* (idk about other countries but i've been told not to pat people's heads cos it's rude/condescending? idk if asian parenting in general or just my asian parents)

* you'll have to tell him explicitly that it's ok

* even so he will only do it in private and when he is feeling courageous/confident or when he really can't resist anymore LOL

* was surprised when u dyed it

* doesn't know what to think about the colours "i... er... it's pretty? what about work/school and like do your parents know r u sure i mean it's pretty but Σ(-᷅_-᷄๑)"

* can't get used to it

* but he won't complain he thinks it's pretty he's just worried about what other people think he doesn't want them to think badly of u

*****

sugawara

* NO QUALMS WILL RUFFLE THE FLUFFLES

* he's got fluffy hair too you know

* it's almost a competition. whose hair is softer. fluffier. you compete to see how many people prefer whose fluff. spoiler: hinata wins, even if he wasn't supposed to be part of the competition.

* anyway! suga loves to just. bury his face in your hair

* nice smelling. soft. he can't resist

* a surprise back hug and then he will rub his face in the floof and b all like babe u smell nice today (♡-♡) pls don't move and let me live in your hair

* and u have to shake him off sugaaaaa you're heavy pls moveeeee /offended noises i am not heavy!!

* when u dyed it you didn't tell him

* impromptu decision maybe? he was a little surprised when he saw you after that

* chaotic baby loves the colours. will bring u out in front of daichi to watch daichi implode from shock (he can't explode cos it's impolite)

* a bit sad that u didn't ask him to help cos

* will 100% help to bleach/dye hair! "why waste money when we can just do it ourselves! ♪( ´▽｀)"

* also bc helping u to do your hair means he gets to play with your hair for a whole day! objective achieved (๑˃̵ᴗ˂̵)

* secretly he wants to match u but he's working now and he can't! (;-;)

* will ask if u want to do the same to your eyebrows. pls say no this boy is the epitome of chaos he just wants to see shit hit the fan

* otherwise why tell daichi? LOL

*******

requests are open!~ send me stuff ♡

masterlist here (｡•̀ᴗ-)✧

please save me they are all chaotic characters here and i cannot. deal. also chaotic suga needs more love y'all!!! anime sugawara is always so... calm and perfect senpai vibes but manga suga is chaos and anxiety and i love him so much ♡

likes and reblogs appreciated ♪( ´▽｀)

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pinkbubbles-and-bigtroubles · 5 years ago

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She Just Can’t Wait

Just a little bit of Malum smut from my Pink Kink AU to get you through the day. A quick introduction to Calum’s partner Kitten, who’s as playful as her name suggests. My usual warnings: oral, anal, mmf it’s pretty short so nothing too wild

Calum walked into the apartment and immediately heard her moaning from the living room. Kitten had texted him while he was out running errands telling him how horny she was.

I don't like it when I'm this worked up and you’re not home.

I'll be an hour or so Kitten, can you wait?

The picture he'd received in response had alone been enough to make him head home right then and there.

She was crouched in front of the full length mirror in her bedroom wearing Calum's tank top and Michael's backwards snapback and nothing else. She was sticking her tongue out and he could see her bare pussy peeking out from under the hem of his shirt. The next pic she sent she'd pulled one of her tits out of the shirt and her fingers were spreading her pussy out for him in front of the mirror.

Michael's playing Fortnite. I wonder what it will take to get him to turn off his game. Guess we'll find out 😜 hurry home daddy so you don't miss all the fun

Calum had been hard ever since but determined not to give her the satisfaction of rushing home at her whim. Let Michael get her started for him, they knew their limits. Sure enough when he got home Kitten was on the couch naked save for the hat, Michael had her feet pushed up in the air and his face between her legs.

Calum chuckled, unbuttoning and rolling up his sleeves as he crossed the room towards them. Her eyes were watching him as he approached.

"Did you make her cum yet?" Calum asked and Michael shook his head while his mouth noisily worked her over.

"Good," Calum crouched down so he was next to Michael in front of the couch.

"She wouldn't leave me alone," Michael laughed moving away so Calum could take over. "I've edged her already so she's ready when you want to let her cum."

Calum easily slipped two fingers inside her wetness making her moan for him.

"You're so close aren't you Kitten?" Calum curled his fingers inside of her and began to start a rhythm that quickly increased in speed and intensity.

"I want you to suck her clit and let's see if we can make her squirt," Calum watched her eyes go wide when Michael's lips wrapped around her sensitive nub once more.

Calum was relentless, using three fingers to fuck her while Michael held her legs open as his tongue worked it's magic.

Calum felt her clench down on him and he knew, "come on baby, let go and cum for me. Show me what a good girl you are. Come on love, give it to me."

Hey eyes rolled back and her whole body shook. Calum felt her juices covering his hand and wrist as they kept going, pushing her harder. Calum felt her walls pulsing as he pulled out allowing Michael to lick her clean. Calum stood up unbuttoning now soaked shirt, pulling it off and wiping himself down with it before tossing it aside.

Michael was now sitting on the couch with Kitten's head on his shoulder and her hand palming his cock through his shorts.

"Want me to take care of our guest now," she asked, licking her lips at Calum while Michael looked away, blushing.

"Don't you think he should get to cum the same way you did? I want to have some fun too," Calum smirked at Michael who nodded eagerly and stood up.

Kitten eased his shorts down rubbing his cock over her lips and teasing the tip with her tongue. She brushed her lips down his shaft before giving his balls a quick tug and suck.

Calum pulled a latex glove before spreading Michael open and probing his tight hole with a lubed finger. He slowly worked him open listening to Michael's little whimpers and grunts. He let him relax and adjust as he went deeper while she continued to tease his cock with tiny little licks and sucks. Once he'd relaxed enough to let Calum move his hand easily Michael began to moan at the sensation. Calum kept up a slow steady rhythm as Kitten slowly took Michael's cock down her throat. Michael began to back his hips fucking himself against Calum as he worked another finger in stretching him more. Between the pleasure pain combined with her letting him fuck her face and tugging on his balls Michael knew he was not going to last long.

Calum reached around and tapped her shoulder so she pulled back.

"Suck his balls Kitten. Mate, jerk yourself while she does it'll feel amazing, trust me," Calum told him and he did as he was told. Michael leaned back into Calum's chest letting him wrap his bicep around his throat. He tugged his cock trying to match the rhythm of Calum's knuckles brushing his prostate. Kitten was going back and forth, swirling her tongue as she took each one in her mouth while pulling the other gently causing him to whine loudly. She felt his cock begin to tense and fill and she tapped Calum's thigh.

He recognized the signal and pushed deep into Michael's ass pressing on his prostate. If Calum wasn't holding him up Michael would've collapsed his orgasm hit him. A strangled cry erupted from him as he made a mess of his hand, his stomach and Kitten's face. Calum continued holding him up pulling out slowly as Kitten wiped her face and licked up every drop of Michael's cum from his skin.

Michael dropped onto the couch trying to regain his senses. Calum cleaned himself up and helped Kitten back to her feet. Calum took off his belt held onto it while Kitten quickly got him undressed all the way pulling down his boxers with her teeth leaving kisses and bites down his thighs. He was in no mood for teasing as he was achingly hard.

"Bend over," he ordered. Kitten stood right next to where Michael was sitting and bent at the waist grabbing onto the back of the couch.

"Such a good girl for me, letting me take you like this," Calum wrapped the belt around her neck but didn't tighten it. His other hand lined his cock up to her dripping heat before sinking balls deep in one stroke.

Calum wasn't gentle as he slammed into her hard and fast, but Kitten loved when he used her like this. Michael reached between her legs and rubbed his fingers across her clit. Calum lifted her leg up so he could get a better angle and Michael positioned himself so he could use his mouth as well.

Calum's groaned loudly at the feeling at Michael's tongue as he pounded into her. Between the belt around her neck and Calum holding her leg Kitten couldn't move and the feeling of complete submission only drove her higher as her climax was getting closer.

"Oh God," she cried out, her walls grasping at Calum as he fucked her through her first orgasm.

"Come on baby, give me another one. I wanna hear you scream while I cum inside you," Calum growled his hips slapping against her ass.

"I can't, please sir," she whined and Michael pulled away looking at up at Calum.

"Go harder Mikey, she's got another in her, i know my girl," Calum instructed and Kitten screamed when Michael hummed his lips against her clit before flicking his tongue over it rapidly.

Calum cursed and his hips stuttered with rough uneven strokes as he came so hard he saw stars. Her pussy contracted around him as her own orgasm began and Michael sucked her clit hard. Michael heard her whimpers turn to screams as Calum fucked her through his own orgasm and Michael could taste their sweet and salty mixture on his tongue as he continued to lick her as Calum pulled out. Calumb pulled his boxers back up and collapsed on the couch. Michael pulled the blanket of the back off the couch so Kitten could snuggle between them.

After a little while Michael and Calum had almost dozed off when Kitten stretched her muscles and got up from the couch. They both looked up to see her walking, fully naked, into the kitchen. Just when Calum was about to get up to see what she was up to she popped her head back out.

"Ok I put the lasagna in the oven and there's 50 minutes before it's done. Since Michael is staying all weekend I'm gone need to run to the grocery store after dinner, but first I'm gonna shower," she walked back into the living room headed towards the bathroom with her phone in her hand. "Y'all can join me if you like, or maybe just watch," she called over her shoulder disappearing down the hall

#pink kink au #calum hood #michael clifford #calum and kitten #malum #calum smut #michael clifford smut #calum hood smut #malum blurb

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darkarfs · 6 years ago

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On my evening constitutional to buy vitamins, coffee for the weekend, it occurred to me; T-rump's fucking rhetoric has officially made me lose my cool. Like, not to the point where I'm afraid or anything. But to the point where now I'm genuinely, like immediately worried for my trans friends, my friends of color. Not for myself, not ever; I'm a mess but I know exactly the impact I'm capable of and I get stronger every day. But literally when I got home, my nerves were so frazzled, so deluged that before I took my walk, I needed something to take the edge off. It ended up being about 5 oz of extra sharp cheddar cheese and a big glass of diet Vernor's. But then on my walk, I started having the thoughts; "what we're doing isn't enough." "This fucker's going to get his way, there're already brown babies in fucking cages, he just called himself a fucking nationalist, so many people are in danger, voting's just the beginning." "They're even rigging the voting in motherfucking Georgia." They got to be too much. Inside I was screaming "even in a fake democracy, people ought to have more power than this." "We really ought to just storm that place en masse and stove his head in with an Adirondack chair, right? Just to be safe?" "No, that would cause a civil war, that fuckhead's got a cult of stupid at his heels..." And on and on it went.

Then it started getting oddly personal. "Fuck's sake have I been lonely these past few months. Even in a heightened state of supposed camaraderie, I feel more isolated than ever."

Toward the Wal-Mart in the heart of Carnegie, right before the two drugstores, there's a TV repair shop. It's open...7 hours a week? And I fucking love it, it's one of the few things in my neighborhood that is exactly the same as when I moved here (the white panel walls are now green), other than my sweetest friend, the branch in the wires above the Zuk's. The vacant lot became a Walgreens, the Bottom Dollar became an Aldi by default, the Family Video is a furniture store, the Exxon is a Marathon, there are now two thrift stores whereas in 2015 there were zero. And for some reason, in the window, was a 43" tube television, and it was playing an episode of Mama's Family. The unbelievably unfunny Ken Berry was making a gawkish face, and I'm sure a sound that was like "g'awww" and there was Allan Hayser in his green sweatshirt and suspenders. And it oddly...grounded me. Made me feel like there were some vestiges worth holding on to. Maybe because it was familiar, despite my not having seen it in....10 years? Minimum. Is it worth saving? No, not at all. But it was a creature comfort, of sorts.

Y'all. Things are so scary for everyone but the white dudes right now. The fact that this russet-tanned, empty whim of a suit with hair that looks sprayed on and taped down is in charge of anything is...just the worst. He's actively encouraged violence against people who don't agree with him. He's mocked the disabled. He's...well, go to Adam-Troy Castro's Facebook page to see all the bottomless awful this addled white supremacist piece of shit has said, done and been in the last 3 years. He's ALWAYS been this, but now he's this and ostensibly in charge. People you know are going to die. There are going to be pogroms if he has his way in less than 2 years. Mark my words.

Worse before better. But better's there. We have to be able to see it, and right now, it's not there.

Voting is a start. If it didn't matter, they wouldn't be rigging the voting machines in Georgia right now. If it didn't matter, Trump's lumbering sloth-ass wouldn't be feet behind a man whose wife he called ugly, stirring up shit for the sake of it. If it didn't matter, they wouldn't have purged so many voter rolls in so many states at the behest of the GOP. There's more you can do. But voting's a start. It's close. And it's going to matter as much as any election in your lifetime. I have a long memory. I don't forget anything of import. Neither will any of the LGBTQ community you know, neither will any of the people of color you know and love. Neither will any of the women. It's going to matter. Their memories are longer and more storied than mine. And they'll remember what you did and did not do in the days coming. They'll remember what side of history you chose.

There isn't "left" or "right" in these coming months. See it as apolitical if you must, but in my mind, every action is a political action, and inaction is AS political. There's what a person with a conscience would do. And there's the fucking abyss.

Not the "void." The void is infinity, and possibility.

The "abyss." The stultifying fucking "nothing." The absence of light and life, of hope and decency and care for your fellow human beings. What's in the sociopathic, needy hearts of billionaires and their ilk.

Know where you are. And I know I love you.

#Bibio - Wren Tails

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neverenoughpie-blog · 7 years ago

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Eliana DuPres

“Let me guess. C.O.D. again…?” Still salty.

Zachariah Wolf "You know it."

Eliana DuPres Crosses both arms, pouting.

Zachariah Wolf No sympathy, she knows what to do to make him smile.

Eliana DuPres When he offered her nothing in return for her pout, she uncrossed her arms, reaching for the hem of her own shirt to see if /that/ would get a reaction since her brattiness was not.

Zachariah Wolf Watching her as his eyes would follow the movement of her shirt where she surely would get a smile once it happened.

Eliana DuPres "C.O.D.?" she asked, as if he might have changed his mind in the last four seconds as she lifted her shirt an inch.

Zachariah Wolf Seeing how she still hadn't given up the gifts, all he could do was shrug at her as they could still negotiate.

Eliana DuPres Finding that shrug, she'd lift her shirt a little further, then a little further after that until the lower edge of her bra was showing. "C.O.D.?" she asked again, her eyes imploring him for a better answer.

Zachariah Wolf "Keep going." He assured her, craning his head down in attempt to get a better view.

Eliana DuPres Drawing her shirt up and over her head, she'd throw it at his head where it would fall, stealing his view all at once as her hands found her hips. "C.O.D.?!"

Trenton Russell "Looks like a fake laugh to me...or he just smelled his own fart." He couldn't help but laugh, wondering which one of them he'd pay for that comment first from.

Eliana DuPres Seeing there was someone else there, Eliana hadn't realized when she'd come out of the room. With Zach now with her shirt against his face, there was nothing for her to do but stand there with her hands on her hips, that smirk to her features, waiting for Z's reaction.

Zachariah Wolf Holding the shirt now that he promptly threw back at her. "If that was the case, y'all would know it."

Eliana DuPres As he threw the shirt back, she threw it on the floor. "C.O.D.???" she asked, insistent as ever as she still hadn't gotten her response there, or his sympathy, not caring who was in the room or what the cost might be.

Trenton Russell Realizing he walked into some sort of lovers' spat, he shrugged his shoulders and then perked up when he heard the term COD. "Oh are we having a LAN party?"

Zachariah Wolf "Maybe once she puts her damn shirt back on." He stated simply, eyeing the woman. "Trent, tell her to put her shirt back on. It's makin' you uncomfortable and all...an' all 'bout that how much more I can get paid for meet and greets with fans if I take my pants off."

Eliana DuPres "I still haven't gotten my fucking answer!" she called out, bending down to pick up the shirt and pulling it back over herself before storming out of the room and into the bedroom where she'd pout the rest of this out and leave the boys to their LAN party with no regard to her bratty antics.

Trenton Russell "Whoa, I just came ove...," he couldn't even get his words out of his mouth before the woman that was there with Z, presumably his girlfriend, put her shirt back on and stormed off to the back of the apartment in a huff. He looked over at Z and raised a curious brow. "Bro, what the hell did I just walk in on? Chicks throwing her shirt at you, you're talking about taking your pants off, she screaming about video games, and all I wanted to do was see if you wanted to grab a beer?"

Zachariah Wolf "It's called 'Dating A College Student.'" Saying it loud enough for her to hear wherever she had found herself before he'd stand. "But a beer sounds lovely."

Eliana DuPres Hearing Z's words, there were no other that got under her skin and he knew it all too well. Sitting down on the end of the bed, she'd wait for him to come into the room, not thinking for one minute that he'd leave her like that, her eyes to the alarm clock on the top of his dresser to see how long it would take.

Trenton Russell "Dude, I'm not even going there...honestly, I think it might be just a woman thing," he walked to the kitchen, making sure his words were not as loud as his were that were obviously meant for her to hear them. He grabbed a couple of beers and walked back to where he had left Z, handing him one. "So I take it that's your woman then huh?"

Zachariah Wolf "Yeah." He answered with ease as he took up the beer, cracking open the twist top with an experienced ease. "She's somethin' else that one." He'd hum, a good something else but still something else.

Eliana DuPres Still watching the clock, it was taking entirely longer than she would have expected, leaving her increasingly more agitated as she didn't get confirmation of her ability to get a smile out of him, and she got told to put her shirt back on that he had insinuated she remove. Finally getting up from the bed, she'd pull back the covers and get underneath of them, refusing to come back out of that room even as she heard the sounds of their voices, unable to make out their words, clearly enjoying themselves.

Trenton Russell "Women, huh?" He left it at that as he unscrewed the top from the beer and took the first sip, letting the smooth amber lager quench his thirst. As he took a breath after swallowing down the brew, he looked down the hall. "I would ask if you were gonna introduce us, but I'm afraid she might throw something else at you...or hell even me. I don't want to catch a damn shoe to the head."

Zachariah Wolf Laughing softly at the man as anything was an option with her. "Yeah, she's pregnant too so...it's like a hormonal bomb is goin' off and we are all innocent Japanese school kids." Bad joke. Maybe. Taking a mouthful of beer, a pensive sigh leaving him as he turned on the TV and system. Handing the man one of the controllers. "Imma' be back. Get a warm up round in as I go check on her." He'd offer.

Trenton Russell "Pregnant? You for real Z?" He took a long sip of beer as he said it so matter of factually, so apparently he was at terms with it or as best he could be. Taking the controller, he sat down on the couch and nodded to him as he disappeared to the back to check on his girl.

Zachariah Wolf "Yeah, man." He stated honestly as it wasn't a bad thing. As terrifying as it had been. Anyone who knew Z. for any extensive period of time knew the man had been through this before. Domesticated with a fiancé, damn near a wife, and a little boy of their own while in the service. Living on base in familial bliss before it all went to hell with the revelation that she had cheated on her childhood sweetheart while he was overseas and conceived a kid that was never his. It had launched him down a rough path after getting out of the service. One deserving of a book deal yet there he was. Slipping down the hall as he walked into the bedroom. Opening the door and closing it behind him where the woman was curled up as he had expected. Sitting down on the edge of the bed by her back as he slipped over her with his arms curling underneath.

Eliana DuPres As she heard the door open, she remained as she was. Even still when his arms came around her, she wouldn't move as her pout was in full swing by now. "C.O.D.?" she asked, her voice smaller than it had been in the heated moment in the living room previously.

Zachariah Wolf "You give me cause to smile everyday. You know that." He reminded her, hearing how small her voice was as he was pressing his ear near the source of the noise.

Eliana DuPres Feeling him there with reassurances at his lips, she'd hum her agreement as she did know this, but sometimes [all of the time] needed reminding. "More than C.O.D.?" She asked, turning into him where she'd be willing to emerge from the bed and even the room to join his company once more once she got the full smile she'd been after all of that time.

Zachariah Wolf "Yes, more than C.O.D." He stated with ease, having to handle her with the kitty gloves by this point as he felt her turning into him.

Eliana DuPres A full smile swept her features as her arms drew around his neck, a kiss to the side of his face. "Maybe after your friend leaves, you can show me just how much," she offered, not knowing who that man had been that sat in their living room. "Until then, a kiss and then nachos," she requested, a convincing nod of her head to follow.

Zachariah Wolf "That's my cousin." He corrected her as he felt her to the side of his face, nodding simply as he always catered to her whims and this would be no different. Leaning in and pressing his lips gently to hers.

Eliana DuPres Feeling his lips there to her own before she could react to the fact that the man she'd been shirtless in front of was actually his cousin. Pressing firmly into that single kiss, having made a deal there, she drew back to meet his eyes. "Well, I should apologize to your cousin then," she decided, in a whisper there before him, a slow smile to her lips.

Zachariah Wolf "Or put your shirt on infront of people." He added, not too happy about it but it was what it was at that point.

Eliana DuPres "I took it off because you wanted me to!" she reminded him as that had been his doing, not hers. "But I won't take my shirt off in front of people anymore, not that I knew he was there at all, but. I will check all surroundings before removing my clothes," she continued, smirk there to her lips as her hand found the side of his face, stealing his lips in violation of their deal. "I'm all yours," she reminded him, never but a moment away from making sure he knew.

Zachariah Wolf "Yeah." He stated simply, as standing proudly and shirtless infront of his cousin didn't do well for her case but he couldn't allow it to hit him quite yet though it certainly would later.

Eliana DuPres Drawing back from his lips she'd meet his eyes. "Not yeah..." she whispered, pressing another kiss to his lips, her hand finding his side. "You know I wouldn't have if I had known someone was here and if you hadn't told me to 'keep going'. Did you even know he was here?" she asked, eyes to his before pressing another kiss to his lips, not letting him go unkissed for more than a moment. "I am all yours and you know this. Been all yours since New York, even when you didn't know it yet," she reminded him.

Zachariah Wolf "No." he answered simply as she found his lips, hearing her reminders as it would be more difficult than just that but it was something for another day as he slowly pulled himself up from the bed. "Cmon, let's get you your nachos."

Eliana DuPres Hearing him say no, she could only assume it meant he hadn't known his cousin was there either, but when he had nothing more to say on the matter after all that she had said, she drew in a breath that felt uneasy and burned on the uptake. "I'm not getting out of this bed until you tell me that you know that I am all yours and that you aren't mad at me for not knowing he was there and doing what you told me to do. I don't strip for people. I didn't do it for him or for fun, I did it for you without knowing he was there. And that you trust me."

Zachariah Wolf "That ain't your fault. It was the part of where I told you to put it back on that upset me." He stated simply, as he couldn't fault her for that and he knew it but this wasn't the time for it all. Eyeing her as she mentioned not getting out of the bed causing him to shake his head. "Then don't." He stated simply, having no stomach for her being this way when someone else was involved as he turned simply. Slipping out of the room and knowing that it would set the tone for his mood for the rest of the day.

Eliana DuPres As he clarified what it was that had him upset, she was just about to say something when he was up and gone from the room just like that. Her eyes widened at his ability to just walk out on her in the middle of something, even if there was someone else there and it wouldn't have taken them that long to come around to things, still not hearing him say that he knew she was all his and that he trusted her. Panic rose in the pit of her stomach as she felt a wash of emotion burning at her eyes. Refusing to let those tears fall, she'd get up a moment later, making her way through the bedroom door where she'd find the two in the living room. "Turns out we don't have the stuff for nachos. I'm gonna go to the store and I'll be back shortly. You guys need anything while I'm out?" she asked, keeping her emotions in check for the moment, though it wouldn't remain true once she got outside of that apartment.

Trenton Russell Playing the video game, he didn't hear anything coming from the room down the hall which he figured was a good thing. A few rounds of COD later and Z emerged from down the hallway with a blank expression on his face. Trent couldn't tell if it was a good one or a bad one, so Trent looked away from the game and his direction. "Everything good bro?" He wasn't able to get an answer before his girl came out of the bedroom not too far behind him talking about nachos and the store. Trent just sat there, not even sure what was going on, and he hadn't even been introduced yet to her, causing him to remain silent on the couch with a slight shake of his head.

Zachariah Wolf Not knowing how to introduce the two when she wasn't representing herself particularly well. "Okay." He stated simply, knowing it wasn't necessary but she just wanted to take the trip. "I think we're good here...by the way, Trent...this is Eliana." Controller in hands, figuring she could reverse it and figure it out.

Eliana DuPres Knowing she wasn’t doing a good job there, knowing she wasn’t feeling like herself, knowing that she was a royal fuck up and had somehow ruined a perfectly good evening, it was best that she leave the boys to it and give them that space. Hearing the introduction, she’d put on the best smile she could, though the moisture could be spotted there in her eyes if anyone looked hard enough. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Trent,” she choked forth, barely pulling it off as it had been far too long since she last had to put on a show for anyone. She turned her eyes towards Zach's only to find him there with his controller, prompting a drawn breath as she made her way to the door. Grabbing her keys, she’d open the door, closing it behind her as quickly as possible as she refused to fall apart infront of a man she had only just met.

Trenton Russell "Nice to meet you too Eliana," he looked her way with a bit of a crooked smile as he nodded a little before she made her way out the door. He could tell that she wasn't too into the whole thing though, but didn't say nothing. If Z wanted to talk about it, he would and Trent wasn't gonna force it. "Alright, so you wanna take lead or let me." He turned the attention back to the game and figured he'd just let it ride for now.

Zachariah Wolf Watching her at the door where he knew he could feel his eyes on her. Still not sure how him getting in his feelings had caused this though the woman had definitely left the bed regardless. Hearing his cousin speak, he'd shake his head. "I got you." Getting both controllers set in the lobby before searching for a live game. Only able to wonder if this was what life was to look like for him. Not allowed to have his own emotions without upsetting her though he tended perfectly to her own.

Eliana DuPres Overcome with her own emotions, she didn’t understand them, nor would she expect him to put his night on hold to do so. Instead, she’d walk down the staircase from the second floor apartment and find her car at the bottom. There, she could let it all out and fall apart. She could scream without anyone hearing her and be frustrated with herself and her own actions. She’d fucked up and any other time she’d be able to say it was what it was, offer her apology, and not hold onto anything afterwards. But this time, everything felt bigger, surely thanks to the little one growing inside of her. She leaned her head down on the steering wheel, giving in to the feeling entirely and letting it all out, letting herself feel like a royal fuck up for her own actions in that apartment and in the way she’d meet his cousin for the first time. She’d go back inside eventually, but first, she’d have to completely melt down in the privacy of her car before she could function to do anything else.

Trenton Russell "Alright. I'll go grab another beer. Wanna 'nother one?" He got up and leg this controller on the couch and headed towards the kitchen. He figured Z probably wouldn't say much but maybe at least another beer might help take whatever edge might be lingering from whatever was said in the bedroom between him and Eliana.

Zachariah Wolf "You know it." He stated with ease, polishing off that first one with little complaint or difficulty as he pressed it across the surface of the coffee table. "I'm sorry for how awkward that was, by the way. She usually ain't like this. I don't know what's gotten into her."

Trenton Russell Bringing them both a couple more longnecks from the fridge, he sat down and just shook his head. "Don't worry about it man. I'm sure she didn't like the fact that I just walked in on.. well whatever the hell it was I walked in. Forget about it." He picked up his controller and set it on his leg as he twisted off the top and took a sip from the chilled bottle.

Zachariah Wolf "Wasn't all that promising." He promised him, taking the bottle simply and having a million things to say on it yet nothing to say all at once as it bottle necked and he pressed the ready up button on both controllers.

Trenton Russell He knew that silence all too well that was louder than anything his cousin could say. He didn't pry or push the issue, just jumped into the game and decided that helping him take some time to divert his feelings against some zombies might be the best thing he could do.

-July 6, 2017

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