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redhead1180 · 1 month

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Sunshine

Pairing - dark!Rafe x pogue fem!reader

Summary - Reader has a crush on JJ, but JJ is dating Kie. Rafe decides he wants reader to get over JJ, no matter her say in the matter.

Words - 3k

Warnings MDNI - NON CON, DUB CON, drugging with E, slapping, physical fight (m vs f), dry humping, alcohol use, drug use, rough sex (p in v), degradation, blackmail, very dark Rafe.

A/N: This is my darkest piece I have ever wrote and of course it's for Rafe. He is mean SOB in this, so if that triggers you, please don't read. Thank you to @haven247 for the beta read. I am nervous about writing this dark, but hope you like it. PLEASE HEAD THE WARNINGS!

Being at a kook party was not your idea of fun, but they had free booze and it was better than a keggar. After the last week you’ve had, you have every intention of getting plastered and trying to forget your crush and best friend was dating someone else.

JJ your best friend since you were 4 and crush since you were 14, was officially dating Kie. And it hurt, a lot. You knew it was coming, saw the writing on the wall, but held out hope it wouldn’t. The only person who knew about the crush, that you knew of, was John B. He was your brother from another mother, and knew you inside and out. You three had been friends so long, you don’t remember a time when they weren’t there. John B has given you hug and told you he was sorry the day you saw them kissing through the Chateau window. He informed you they were dating and you had gone home and cried yourself to sleep. Avoiding them this past week, but couldn’t get around it for this party.

You had watched them dance, laugh, and make out, and were completely ready to vomit. Or wait, was they alcohol? I was in my 3rd concoction of the night and was not feeling much of anything. Well physically anyway.

Anyway, you were in the kitchen getting another drink, when you heard the last voice, you wanted to here.

“Well, well if it isn’t Miss Sunshine” Rafe Cameron sneered as he walked into the kitchen.

“Fuck off, Cameron” I told him, trying not to say more and start something.

“Anyone ever told you have a venomous mouth, Sunshine” he laughed.

“Only to you, Cameron. Everyone else thinks I am adorable and sweet” my voice dripping with sarcasm.

“I bet you taste sweet” he chuckled. I turned around and caught him looking me up and down. He showed no shame for being caught. “What’s got you drowning in booze tonight? Wouldn’t have anything to do with Maybank and Carrera doing the horizontal mambo, would it?”

“You’re such an asshole, Cameron” You go to walk past him and he grabs your upper arm and pulls close to him.

“Most girls that talk to me the way you do get punished” he leered, inches from my face.

So, side note, when I drink, I think I am ten feet tall and bulletproof. And tonight was no exception.

“Let go of me you fucking psycho!” I hissed at him, pulling my arm. Unfortunately, he was so much stronger than me, my arm barely moved in his grasp. “I swear to God Rafe, I am not in the mood for your bullshit tonight.”

“Don’t call me psycho and I think I need to teach you some manners.” he growled right before he grabbed the back of my neck and pulled me in to kiss him.

I instantly started pushing on him and struggling to get free. I bit his lip and he howled in pain and jerked back. I slapped him across the face, not caring this was Rafe Cameron, Kook Prince himself, and no one ever told him no.

He snapped his head back and I looked in his eyes. They were completely black, no amount of blue left, and had a predatory look that actually caused a little fear to creep up my spine. Something else, God help me, arousal shot through to my core and made me soak my panties.

I started to back away and with each step I took back, he took forward.

“Rafe just fucking walk away, leave me alone” I try to sound defiant and flippant, but not sure I pulled it off. His grin was pure evil, reminding me of every Disney villain I ever watched.

*Oh Sunshine, you really shouldn’t have done that” he smirked. I turn to run and get one of the pogues, but he grabs me by my waist and turns me around to throw me over his shoulder.

“You psychotic motherfucker, put me down!” I yell as I punch his back as hard as I can. He just grunts and slaps my ass hard, bringing tears to my eyes and more arousal to leak out of me. My mind was telling me to fight because you hate him, but my body was yelling at me to let him have his way.

He takes you to some room, locks the door, and proceeds to throw you on the bed. He immediately grabs both your wrists and roughly jerks them above your head, causing you to arch your back from the roughness and your tits rub against his chest. The lace bra you wear offered little protection from the friction and instantly your nipples hardened. Rafe chuckles as his free hand rubs over my breasts and pinches my nipples.

“You may not want this, but your body does” he chuckles as his hand slides down over my stomach and to the waistband of my shorts. I continue to struggle, he slaps my bare thigh, causing me to gasp. I know if I looked down right now, there would be a red hand print.

“You’re a feisty thing, maybe we should get you a little more pliant.” He threatens.

I see him reach in the pocket of his shorts, but don’t see anything in his hand when he pulls it out.

“Rafe, what the fuck are you doing?” I demand trying to keep the worry out of my voice.

“Just a little something to make you enjoy it more.” He smirks as he places a pill on his tongue and grabs my jaw to look at him.

“Open up, Sunshine” he murmurs as leans in to kiss me.

I try to shut my mouth, but the hold he has on my jaw won’t let me. He shoves his tongue in my mouth and I feel the pill begin to dissolve as he devours my mouth. God he is a good kisser, I can’t stop myself as I whine in the kiss, causing him to moan. He held my jaw until the pill was fully dissolved, then he lets go, but we continued to kiss. Fuck, what was I doing, this was Rafe, I should be biting his fucking tongue off, yet I didn’t want the kiss to stop. He finally pulls away when air became a necessity.

“What the fuck did you give me, Rafe?” I pant, still trying to catch my breath from the kiss.

“Aww Sunshine, it’s just a little E to make you forget your troubles and help me fuck you without the feistiness.” He smiles down at me. I start to struggle again and hurt him in some fashion. His hold on my wrists and him between my legs really left me defenseless, and he knew it.

“Now let’s get rid of these clothes.” He grabs the neckline of my shirt and rips it down the middle. I screech from shock, and he continues ripping till it is off me.

“Oh Sunshine, you have some beautiful tits.” He groans as he leans down and latches his lips on one of my nipples. I gasp out from pleasure as he sucks, nibbles and licks my nipples through my bra. Thousands of jolts of delight ripple through my body to my core. I began to feel a zing of energy and mixing that with pleasure, I couldn’t stop myself from grinding my hips up into Rafe.

“That’s it baby, let the drug begin to work. Let me make you feel good and forget Maybank for tonight.” He murmurs as he continues his assault on my tits, his mouth on one and his hand, pulling and pinching the other.

“More” I whimper to him, trying to get more friction. He reached behind me undoing my bra and let go of my wrists, I moved my arms so he can get off. My hands fly into his hair to push more into my chest. He grinds down on me and I groan, I feel the heat build in my stomach.

I have a slight moment of clarity, where I thought what the fuck am I doing, when Rafe rolls his hips and the tip of cock hits the seam in my shorts just right to rub my clit and I see stars. I moan out as I squeeze my eyes shut and let my orgasm wash over me.

“Fuck Sunshine, when was the last time you came?” he chuckles, reaching down to unbutton my shorts and take them off. He stands up, using the opportunity of me in a blissful state, to rid himself of his clothes. I look over to him and see his cock saluting me. My eyes wide at how big he was.

“Shit Rafe, I don’t know what you plan to do with that monstrosity, but it ain’t fitting in me.” I say in wonder.

“I’ll make it fit,” he said as he spread my legs and slapped my pussy. I yelped, still sensitive from my release, but it caused a wildfire to spread through my veins. He slapped it a few more times, rendering me a whiny mess. I tried to hide my face, ashamed at how he was making me feel. I knew the E was mainly to blame, but a part of me knew it wasn’t all the drugs.

“Oh, don’t be shy now” Rafe taunted as he pulled my hands from face and roughly kissing me.

Distracted by his kiss, I didn’t notice he lined his cock up to enter me. He shoved it in my soaked pussy and I screamed in his mouth. The pain and burn from his stretching without prep was almost unbearable. Instantly, tears formed in my eyes and I pulled my mouth free.

“FUCK!” I cried out “Rafe, get out, pull out, it hurts so bad!” I cry but he continues to snap his hips into me, even though I was pushing on his stomach.

“Shut the fuck up and take it.” He growled as he grabbed my arm and jerked it above my head, slamming into me faster. I was whimpering, crying mess underneath him. He continued to pound into me, hitting my cervix, lips taking what they wanted from my lips down to my breasts.

“I’ll have you forgetting Maybank after tonight and you’ll only want my cock in this pussy. You’re mine now, Sunshine” he rasped in my ear.

“I hate you” I hissed at him.

Eventually the pain began to be replaced by pleasure, my cries turning into moans as I felt my core heat up and the band began to tighten.

“You keep saying that, but your body doesn’t,” he taunted “you might be venomous, nonchalant, and a raging bitch to the rest of the world, but all you needed was a Daddy to tame that mouth and this pussy. Didn’t you?”

I ignored him, not wanting to agree with him. Suddenly I heard and then felt the smack across my face. I let out a shocked yelp and grabbed face with my free hand. My body betrayed and a rush of arousal coated his cock.

“Oh, you like being slapped huh? When I ask you a question, you answer it, slut” he hissed at me.

“Yes Daddy” I moaned out, before slapping my hand over my mouth, not believing what I just said.

“That’s my good little slut” he teased.

He let go of my hand and reached down with both hands to push my thighs into my chest. I cried out as the new position hit my G-spot and I saw stars. Within seconds, the band snapped in my stomach and I was screaming daddy repeatedly.

“That’s it, you little cunt, cum all over my cock.” He grunted before pulling out and flipping me over on my stomach. He straddled my thighs, pulled my butt up, and shoved himself back into me. I moaned as the new position let him hit deeper. I grabbed the headboard needing to ground myself, as the drugs and orgasm made me feel like I was floating away.

He wrapped his arm around my neck, putting me in a chokehold, snapping his hips into me at such an ungodly pace. I could already feel another release coming. The drugs had all my senses turned up to an eleven, the burning in my stomach, the tingling in my core, the pleasurable pain every time he hit my cervix. I felt that if I had another orgasm, I would fly off into outer space.

“S’too much, daddy” I whine, trying to push on his stomach. “I can’t do it”

He slapped my hand away and smacked my thigh hard, making me cry out.

“You will take everything I give you. You’re my little cum slut now and you will obey me” he grunted. He grabs my arm and jerks them around behind my back, grabbing both wrists with one hand. With his other hand, he grabs hair and uses both as leverage to fuck me harder.

All you could hear in the room were my ‘uh-uhs’ and our skin slapping together. I was close as my walls begin to flutter around his cock, but he was too as I felt his hips stutter.

“You better cum before me or you’re outta luck,” he panted. “We’re not here for your pleasure, only mine.” He taunts as he speeds up getting closer to his release.

I manage to wrestle one of my hands free and reach down to rub my clit. The added stimulation almost instantly makes me fall over the edge, I scream out and clamp down on Rafe’s dick. My body convulses as I have the strongest release of my life, but the E in my system causes me to keep cumming tears falling down my cheeks as I can’t stop.

“Jesus Fuck” Rafe gasps, “You’re clenching so tight I can barely move.”

He forces his cock in and out of me as he pants and grunts. Slamming into me one more time, I feel his seed shoot out against my walls.

“fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck” he hisses. He slowly thrust back into me a few times before pulling out and flip me over. I was essentially a rag doll by this point.

“Oops can’t have any Daddy’s juices spilling out can we?” he smirks, shoving two fingers in me pushing his cum back in me. I whimpered and grabbed his wrist.

“Stop, too sensitive” I whimper out.

“Stop being a whiny slut” he sneers before slapping my pussy a few times. I cry out, tears running down my cheeks. He reaches for his phone and takes a picture of me.

“What the fuck” I snap.

“I need something to jerk off to when you’re not around”

He shows me the picture. I look royally fucked out, mascara and tears running down my cheeks, lipstick smeared all over my face, bruises and hickeys around my neck and chest. He grabs my phone and tosses it to me.

“Unlock it” he demands.

I do without any argument. He puts his number on and sends himself a text, so that he has my number.

“When I call, I expect you to answer and come to me” he demands coldly. “If you don’t, then the whole island will know your just my cum slut and enjoy it. I have evidence.” he grins.

I nod, knowing he had me, because the thought of the pogues, especially JJ finding out made me sick to my stomach. He tossed my shorts and some tshirt he found to me.

“Now you’re gonna get dressed, go back to the party and act like nothing happened. Your hickeys were from some random touran.” He instructed. “The whole time you pine over JJ, my cum will be seeping out of your cunt. Oh, and clean your face up.”

I move slowly getting off the bed. I get dressed and head to the en suite bathroom. I look at myself in the mirror and start to cry. I splash water on my face, cleaning myself up, the whole-time sobbing.

Rafe comes in the bathroom and stares at me for a minute. I turn to face him and he smacks me on the cheek, not hard enough to bruise, but enough to sting and leave his handprint.

“Stop crying like a cunt,” he mocked me, “You enjoyed it, I think I counted three orgasms from you?”

“It was the drugs” I argue.

“Sure, sure. The explain why you were soaked before I gave you the E?” he asked.

I’m looked away cause I had no answer, at least not one I was willing to admit.

“S’what I thought,” he smirked “Now get downstairs, before I change my mind and take you home, tie you up, and use you all night.”

I ran out of the bedroom and went downstairs, looking for my friends.

Walking around, I finally found John B and Sarah making out in a corner. Pope was in another room trying to woo a girl with coroner talk, the poor girl looked scared for her life. The last room I walked into, JJ and Kie were on a couch, Kie in JJ’s lap making out. My friends, wait no family, didn’t seem to have missed me.

I walked into the kitchen and made me a drink and walked outside to one of the patio chairs. My phone dinged with a message.

Remember our deal and no one finds out. Although with as worried as they were for you, not sure they would seem to care.

I downed my drink and got up to get another one, tears running down my cheeks.

How the fuck did I get in this situation and what was I gonna do. All knew was I hated Rafe Cameron and I would find a way out.

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proseover-bros · 1 year

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FOR THE ONES WE LOVE | CH. 1

FANDOM: The Walking Dead

SERIES: For the Ones We Love

STATUS: Ongoing

ERA: Prison

PAIRING: Eventual Daryl Dixon x Female Reader (No Use of “Y/N”)

CHAPTER ONE: Backseat Driver

WORD COUNT: 2k

SUMMARY: Daryl Dixon gets much more than he bargained for when his motorcycle breaks down while out on a run. Miles from the prison, he has no other choice but to hot-wire a car he comes across on the side of the road, only to discover that he wasn’t the first person to get there.

RATING: Mature

WARNINGS: Language, Mention of Attempted Sexual Assault, Symptoms of PTSD

SERIES MASTERLIST

A/N: While I’m not new to writing fanfic, this is my first attempt at Tumblr fanfic, which is somewhat different than what I’m used to. I have a whole backstory dreamed up for this character (she’s a nursing student who escaped from Grady Memorial after it was overtaken by Dawn and Gorman), but I know from what I’ve read of Tumblr fanfic, self-insert fics are preferred. This is my first attempt at that, so any constructive criticism is welcome. Please let me know your thoughts on the story as well. I have several chapters already written, just trying to decide what format to proceed with/if there’s an audience for it.

“Wow, thanks for that.”

At the sound of an unfamiliar voice coming from behind him, Daryl Dixon’s eyes flew to the rearview mirror as you sat up from where you’d been lying in the backseat of the car he’d just hot-wired. The all too familiar noise of a hammer clicking into place sounded as you lifted your arms, aiming a revolver directly at the back of his head.

With the way you trained the gun on him, combined with the intense gaze in your eyes, he knew that you’d shot it before.

Of course you had.

A woman, alone in this world?

There was no way in hell you could’ve survived as long as you had not knowing how to use a gun.

Daryl cut the engine and raised his hands. “This your car?”

You shrugged. “No, but I was here first.”

“I got it runnin’, that makes it more mine than yours.”

“I was getting to that.” You said defensively.

“Bullshit.” Daryl scoffed. “Ya don’t know how to hot-wire a car.”

“How do you know?”

“‘Cause ya ain’t that kinda girl.”

The stranger’s assumption pissed you off, but what pissed you off even more was the fact that he was right. Before he came along, you’d been close to having a full-on meltdown when finding the car just a few minutes earlier, only to discover that the keys were missing from the ignition. There’d been a hell of a lot of abandoned cars that you’d passed during your travels over the past couple of weeks, because apparently even after a goddamn apocalypse, nobody left their keys behind.

And who was he to pass judgement on you? With his Harley Davidson vest, greasy hair and the ability to steal a car in the first place, this guy was lucky you’d given him any warning at all. Although you hadn’t spoken to another human being since escaping the hospital, and were beginning to think you were missing even the most trivial of conversations, you had quickly come to the conclusion that human interaction was entirely overrated.

Especially with this particular human.

“How the hell do you know what kind of girl I am?” You practically growled.

Daryl hesitated, knowing that he ought to tread lightly, yet somehow his mouth decided to run off anyway. “Just do.”

Your eyes widened as you lunged forward to press the barrel of the gun to the back of his skull. “You don’t fucking know me.”

Dumbass, Daryl scolded himself.

What was he thinking, arguing with someone who was pressing a loaded gun to his head? After all this time spent fighting to survive, did he have a death wish all of a sudden?

With his hands still raised, Daryl nodded, his senses finally returning to him. “We can change that. I’m Daryl.”

Suddenly, a memory of your mother warning you not to talk to strangers appeared as the man introduced himself, and you had to bite the inside of your cheek to keep from laughing. After a few seconds, you lowered your gun and laughed out loud, no longer able to keep it inside.

The entire situation was absurd. You were running on zero sleep, hadn’t eaten anything in days, and hadn’t spoken to another soul since you’d left Atlanta. It was the most inappropriate thing in the world to be laughing in your current situation, and yet you couldn’t stop.

Daryl hesitated. He thought he might be okay at handling a pissed off woman — but a crazy, pissed off woman?

Might as well shoot myself now.

“Ya crazy or somethin’?” Daryl found himself asking.

You laughed harder at his question, leaning against the backseat as your sides started to ache. “Or something.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Ya gotta name or not?”

Once regaining your composure, you peered over the passenger seat and noticed the large crossbow that he’d laid down while working on getting the car started. You also noted the backpack slung over his shoulder with several arrows sticking out through the flap. “Give me your arrows and any other weapons you have. Maybe I’ll tell you then.”

“Don’t wanna know that bad.”

“Hah.” You rolled your eyes, aiming the revolver at his head once more. “Wasn’t asking.”

With an irritated grumble, Daryl shrugged off his bag and handed it over. There was a brief pause while he rummaged around in his pants and pulled out a pistol, extending it to you handle first.

“No knife?” You asked suspiciously.

He cursed under his breath, but a few seconds later you had a hunting knife to add to your collection as well. Finally satisfied, you met his eyes in the rearview mirror and told him your name.

“You alone?”

“Looks like it.”

The silence between the two of you clung in the air like smoke. Daryl kept his eyes glued to you now that you had all of his weapons, minus his crossbow, which was useless without the bolts.

He didn’t pride himself on much, but one of the few things that he’d always felt he excelled at was being a good judge of character. The woman in front of him was young, probably mid-twenties, and pretty. In Daryl’s experience, pretty women were absolute bitches, but not necessarily dangerous. Even so, he couldn’t brand you with that particular title just for pulling a gun on him. You were only protecting yourself.

“Mind lowerin’ that thing? I did give ya all my weapons.” Daryl reasoned.

You paused, but reluctantly lowered your gun, your eyes locked on his as you sat it down on your lap.

“How’s that?” You asked.

“Depends, can I turn around without havin’ to worry ‘bout ya blowin’ my head off?”

You stilled at his words but found yourself slowly nodding your head in agreement.

When Daryl turned all the way around to face you, you held your breath. The last time you’d been this close to a man, it was Gorman, and he had tried to assault you.

The world had been a dangerous place for women far longer than it had been for men. Men may have recently had to learn what it was like to fear strangers now that the world had ended, but it had aways been something to fear for women, which made it twice as frightening these days.

As you studied Daryl, you noticed that he had lighter facial hair than that on his head, and pale blue eyes. With his intense gaze and bare biceps, he had a rugged air about him that you had a feeling he’d always possessed. He seemed like the kind of man who didn’t need an apocalypse to know how to fight for his life.

The two of you remained as you were, staring at each other for a tense moment, sizing each other up and down as you both tried to decide whether or not the other was a threat.

“Lay down.” Daryl grunted.

“What?” You blanched, your hand moving towards the revolver once more.

“Down!” He hissed.

Jumping over the partition dividing the front and back sections of the car, Daryl slid to his knees, tucking himself in the floor space behind the passenger seat, his hands clutching you by the elbows as he pulled you down, tugging your body flush against the backseat cushions.

When Daryl grabbed you, your first thought was a vile one, but your grip around the gun relaxed ever so slightly when he landed beneath you rather than on top of you.

“What the fu—” You cried as you both lurched forward, a series of bangs sounding at the rear of the car. Rather than finish your crude sentence, you cut yourself off when Daryl’s hand covered your mouth. Feeling your jaw tense against his palm, he raised a finger to his lips when his eyes met yours, slowly easing his hand away as a horde of walkers appeared from a clearing in the woods by the side of the road.

You both remained that way for what truly could have been hours, the only sound being your heavy breathing and the groans of the horde as they trudged along either side of the car like cattle. When the noise finally died down some time later, Daryl held a hand out to signal for you to wait, then eased up on his haunches ever so slightly, peering out the front windshield to find that the horde had wandered off up the road.

Once given the all clear, you slowly lifted your body from the backseat, your hand instantly going to the side of your neck as you attempted to work out the kink that had formed there from laying in such an awkward position.

“Jesus.” You muttered.

Remaining where he was for fear that you’d think he might try something now that he was in close proximity of his weapons, Daryl kept his eyes on you for a few silent seconds.

“Look, I know all about wantin’ to be alone, but no one can make it alone now. You can keep my weapons, even hold your damn gun on me while I drive, but I have a camp a few miles back. My bike broke down, s’why I was lookin’ for a ride, but I can take ya someplace secure. I’m with a group of people back at a prison.”

“A prison? Really?” You asked curiously.

Christ. Was that actual hope in your voice? Had the last year not completely crushed you of that?

“Yeah.” Daryl nodded. “There’s eight of us. Men, women, a boy, and a baby.” Nodding towards his backpack, he continued. “Open it.”

Cautiously moving your hand to his backpack, you unsnapped the top and drew back the flap to reveal several tins of powdered baby formula. Running your fingers over the lids, you hesitated, your eyes slowly returning to Daryl. If this was some kind of trick to get you to come along, it was pretty elaborate.

“I just gotta ask ya three questions first.” He said.

With your curiosity getting the better of you, you shrugged your shoulders. “Go for it.”

“How many walkers ya killed?”

“Walkers? You mean, the living dead freaks that have taken over the world?”

Daryl nodded.

“I don’t know. Who keeps track of that shit?”

Daryl had to admit, at least to himself, you had a point. But it was one of the questions that Rick insisted on asking newcomers, and he wasn’t about to start breaking his rules for anyone.

Seeing that Daryl wasn’t willing to budge on the question, you sighed as you thought about it. “A dozen, at least.”

“How many people ya killed?”

Your mind instantly went to the lifeless eyes of Gorman and Dawn.

“Two.” You answered, without a hint of remorse.

“Why?” He asked.

You stared at him, expressionless. “I’m a woman and I’ve pretty much been on my own since the world ended. Why do you think?”

Daryl stared right back at you, and in his fierce blue gaze, you knew that he understood you completely.

“All right, let’s go.”

“That’s it? I passed?” You asked, surprised.

“Looks like it.” He grunted, using your choice of words from earlier and earning a small smile from you because of it.

“Okay.” You agreed. “I’ll ride back here, and I won’t hold my gun on you . . . unless you drive too slow.”

“Pfft.” Daryl scoffed as he climbed back over to the driver’s side and began to work on restarting the car. “Don’t gotta worry ‘bout that.”

CHAPTER TWO

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thelittlestsquid · 9 months

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How I Met You (1/3) - König x F!Reader

A/N: Graphic design is my passion, yes. Anyways, this is my first fic ever! Yaaaaaa.....aaayyy.. yeah. I'm German, so obviously I had to write about König. Before anyone says anything - yes, I know he's Austrian. I headcanon him having family in Germany that he visits when he's on leave. He speaks standard German so it makes sense to me. I also gave him the name Mathias. I don't know, he seems like a Mathias to me. :,) This will have three parts, so hopefully y'all enjoy it, because we'll be doing it again. Twice. I don't really know how Tumblr works yet but if you want to request anything - I always gladly take requests! <3

Anyways, this is getting pretty long - if you want anymore info on me or the rules for requesting, look at my pinned post! Thanks so much for reading! <3 (I'll translate everything German, don't worry!) Kaufland is a German supermarket btw., it's literally 'buy land' wtf

Summary: König never thought he'd have to worry about falling in love or starting a family. He also never thought that he'd meet is partner-to-be in a Kaufland, trying to reach bread - and failing horribly.

Warnings: (Social) anxiety, König doubts himself a lot, Kinda Meet cute, Fluff, language, Female Reader, German Word count: 2k

From an outsider's perspective, König was a skilled operator, a deadly fighter who was deadset on completing his objectives.

Even if he was built like a mountain, he somehow managed to go completely unnoticed by his enemies, making him a deadly weapon.

That was him. That was all he was supposed to be - all he had to be good at.

And he was, well, he tried. He tried so damn hard to be. But lately, his mind seemed to wander. Suddenly he felt like being this perfect weapon wasn't the only thing he wanted - something he thought would be long lost to him became an option again. A family of his own.

He believed that, if he ever tried to find a partner, they would be military as well. His life was full of murder and misery, he thought that he needed someone who understood his job. He thought only a fellow operator would.

So why the fuck was he here, in a Kaufland, staring at the cute woman at the end of the aisle - clearly not a soldier. Clearly struggling to reach the top of the shelf. His legs started to walk towards her - his social anxiety somehow forgotten.

''Äh, entschuldigung? Soll ich dir helfen?'' (Uh, excuse me? Should I help you?)

Fucking bullshit these… tall fucking… shelves in Germany…, you were visiting a friend in Germany for two weeks. Everything went well - until you went shopping and tried to get some bread that was at the top of a giant shelf. Fucking hell, why are shelves in Germany this big?! Fucking Germans…, you cursed wildly in your head, trying to reach that damned bread for more than five minutes now. It was getting embarrassing but your ego didn't allow you to just ask someone to help you.

A shadow fell over you. You turned around and looked right into a broad chest. Slowly your eyes wander up into the face of the absolute giant in front of you. The lower portion of his face was hidden by a face mask, his blond, long hair in a low bun - some strands of hair falling into his eyes as he slightly bend down to look at you. Blue eyes look down on you but his gaze doesn't quite reach your eyes - he seems to stare at your nose. He says something you don't quite understand - it's only your second day here after all. He seems to understand your confusion, his eyes widen slightly as he clears his throat. ''You speak English?'', he slightly tilts his head to the right. You nod, letting go of the shelf next to you. ''Yeah, uh.. sorry, what were you saying?'', you say as you straighten up a little so that you can actually look into his eyes.

The mans eyes widen a little as you straighten up. Standing a little straighter himself he points to the bread, his eyes crinkling as he seems to smile a little. ''Do you want me to get that for you? I would not want you to hurt yourself'', without waiting for your answer, he grabs the bag and hands it to you. You take it, glad that this madness was finally over. You put your aquired treasure into your shopping card and turned back to the giant. ''Thanks. What's your name?'', he seemed to think for a while, eyes becoming distant. Did he forget his name? After a short while he cleared his throat again and look back to your nose. ''Mathias. My name is Mathias. And what is your name?'', you could see the ghost of a smile behind his mask. It didn't quite reach his eyes but it seemed genuine. You told him your name and held out your hand. Mathias stared at it but decided to shake it, his large hand covering yours completely. He was insanely warm, like he just held his fist into a bonfire. ''You uh, have a pretty name'', he says, even if it was a little quiet. -- What the fuck was he doing? 'You have a pretty name' - really? Fuck, he should've never asked to help you. He should've just gone into another isle and finish his shopping. Did he really think he could just... chitchat? He was never good with that! When you asked him for his name, his mind seemed to go blank for a second. Scheiße, was he König or Mathias? Would it be weird to make you call him König? Yes, yes it would - Mathias it is. (Shit) You are not on base. This is a civillian. Callsigns aren't normal here. This is not military ground.

He repeated the mantra in his head. So much, that he almost forgot to answer you. After some debating, he shook your hand - reminding himself to be gentle. Civillian, not military. This isn't a seasoned operator.

Fuck, what was he supposed to say now? How would a normal conversation continue? Was he annoying you? Surely you had better things to do as standing here.

He was taking up so much of your time, maybe he should just turn around and walk away, maybe that way he could forget about all of this and just finish his shopping and-

His eyes were distant again. Was he okay? Should... should you ask? Something about his entire act was extremely confusing. He was tall, undeniably strong - his face was almost hidden by the mask yet what you saw was... actually really fucking handsome. He seemed gentle and thoughtful - he helped you, a complete stranger, after all. Smiling, you took out your phone. ''Let me buy you a coffee as a 'thank you', yeah? Want you give me your number?'', you held out your phone, opened on a new contact. Mathias flinched a little and blinked down onto the phone. He stared for a few seconds before taking it. ''That would be... nice. Thank you'', the phone looked absolutely mini in his hands, he could hold the entire thing with one hand as the other typed in his number. It seemed to take him a while because his fingers pressed down on two numbers at a time. He scrunched his eyes a little, seemingly very concentrated. It looked really adorable.

After returning your phone, you bid farewell. You still had some shopping to do and surely Mathias had other matter to attend to as well. Whatever it was, he seemed pretty determined to leave the supermarket as fast as possible, almost tripping over himself in the process. You huffed out a quiet laugh as you continued through the aisles.

Okay. So you obviously didn't hate him. She gave me her number... She wants to meet me... He stood in front of his mirror, two shirts in his hands. Today was the day you two would meet a cafe, not far from his home. He liked that one, it was quiet, not too full and their menu was amazing.

Should he wear his mask? It would be hard to eat with it on... Should he go with his normal, black shirt? Maybe he could try something new? No. He wanted to be comfortable and not worry if anyone thought his outfit was weird.

König decided on his usual stuff, black pants, black shirt - it became a habit from when he was on base. You couldn't exactly wear bright ass clothes on a mission.

After some spending some more time on panicking, he decided to take his mask with him - put it on once he felt the need to.

König didn't think he was ugly. Quite the opposite, actually. He found himself to be handsome. The thing he was most worried about wasn't his looks.

On missions, he wore his sniper hood - an old shirt he couldn't use anymore since it became too small. It wasn't what he imagined to be wearing when he joined, but it stuck. König was used to hide his face, not caring about his expressions. It was so familiar to him that he sometimes forgot to show emotions when he was on leave. Old habits die hard, eh?

But he wanted to try - he found you genuinly interesting and he loved how patient you've been with him. Since your first meeting, the two of you texted daily. König behaved completely different over text. More bold as usual. You, in return, answered with the same boldness - subtle and not so sublte firts were exchanged over the past few days which resulted in König being even more nervous when he thought of meeting you again.

How the hell did he manage to get into this? Since when did he talk to people, let alone befriend them? Was he trying to be friends with you? Clearly you seemed interested, did you want more too? Wait, too?

Before he could loose himself in his self-doubt again, he threw on his jacket, took his keys and wallet and left his apartment.

This was all so... new to him. On the field, all he had to do was function. He had to set his emotions aside, they didn't matter. What he thought didn't matter, how he talked to his subordinates didn't matter. But he wasn't on base now. He was on leave and he had to remind himself every. single. time. that he needed to behave differently here.

It was hard which is why he usually kept to himself, resting alone in his apartment or going out with some comrades to drink - people who understood him and thought like him.

As he walked down the street, he suddenly worried if you even recognised him without his mask. But König didn't have to worry for long, as your friendly voice called out to him from further away. --

This cafe was absolutely adorable. You arrived a little earlier than necessary to get a good view of the place. It looked really old, baby blue accents and plants everywhere. Almost like a little palace.

Spotting Mathias wasn't hard, as he towered over pretty much everyone. But something seemed different today.

You could see his face - all of it. And fuck, was he beautiful.

He frowned slightly as he walked down the street, his eyes cast onto the floor. You could see some freckles covering his cheeks. His hair was in a ponytail, his blond curls falling over his broad shoulders.

You had to stop yourself from staring. Any time now. But it was so damn hard to look away.

You don't know how it happened but after your short encounter in that stupid supermarket, the mountain of a man didn't leave your mind, his voice basically replaced your inner voice at this point.

He was an absolute treat over the phone and in real life. Especially in real life.

You jogged over to him, calling out his name in the process. ''Mathias, hey! Hi, how are you?'', you smiled up at him. He smiled slightly and it absolutely melted your heart. He had dimples that only became more prominent when he fully smiled at you. ''Hello you. I am good and you? I hope you will like it here'', he nodded towards the cafe.

You had an absolute blast. It was nice and quiet, the food was amazing and most importantly - you had just the right company.

Mathias was cautious with telling you anything about him but after some convincing he told you about his work. He was a soldier in the military, stationed in Austria but visiting his family in Germany.

That makes sense, you thought. Something about him screamed soldier. His height, the way he dressed, those absolute huge muscles - you kind of already knew.

But all this only made him more attractive in your eyes. Strong, capable but at the same time he seemed so... gentle, so sweet.

The date - as you called it in your head - ended sooner than you wanted it to. But inside you knew that this wouldn't be the last time the two of you crossed paths.

#i relate to König so FUCKING MUCH #I love him so much #könig call of duty #könig #call of duty #könig x reader #könig x you #konig mw2 #konig x reader #konig x you #könig cod #fem reader #könig x fem reader #cod mwii #cod mw2

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Dial Tones Part One | Eddie Munson x reader

☏ Masterlist.

This is an idea I had which should’ve been a one-shot but has now evolved into a multi-chap. Thank you to anyone that gives this a go!

Part of @arlertslove Are We Live? event. Thank you so much for letting me join, lovely!💕

Summary: “I ain’t here for therapy, sweetheart.”

“You do realise this is a premium service?” You rolled your eyes.

“Oh, my wallet definitely knows,” Eddie smirked, “I just like the sound of your voice.”

Starting a job as a phone sex operator was supposed to be temporary, you were just trying to earn enough money to move out of your parents home and pay off your loans. The biggest rules were don’t tell your clients any personal information, and definitely don’t fall in love.

But you hadn’t counted on one of your clients being Eddie Munson.

Pairing: Eddie Munson x f!reader.

Warnings: 18+, no beta, Eddie calls a sex line, weed mention, m!masturbation, f!masturbation, dirty talk, lots of suggestive content, reader introduces herself with a fake sex line name but Eddie hates it and doesn’t use it really.

Word Count: 7.7k.

Loneliness had always been prevalent inside Eddie Munson, it was difficult not to be when he’d lost so many people in his life. But it began to feel worse after he made it back from The Upsidedown. An incident that should’ve made him grateful to survive, to keep his life after so many others lost theirs, but he couldn’t help but feel like it had been wasted on him– that it should’ve been him. The nightmares that continued to plague his dreams since he made it back to Hawkins had begun to seep into his consciousness too, affecting his work and making it near impossible for him to attempt finding a stable relationship. Not that he’d find one in this shitty town anyway, even though he’d graduated High School, the same labels that shouldn’t exist still defined him. Even though he’d been cleared of all charges, he’d always just be the town freak. In the end, it had just been a reminder of how lonely he really was.

Eddie twirled the pack around in his fingers, pinching the sides together as the material flexed beneath his touch. The words glistened in the low lights of his bedroom as he read over the words again.

“Your happy ending is just a phone call away.

DIAL: XXX-XXX”

A dramatic pair of red lips were beside the phone number, the other side had a pair of breasts with “CALL ME” in bright red font.

Truth be told, the tits on the pack had been the only reason Eddie had picked it up. His eyes caught the card on a table at a truck stop that he was at with his Uncle Wayne when they’d travelled south to pick up parts for his truck, smirking at the picture as he pocketed it on the way back from the restroom.

He had absolutely no intention of calling the number, the card sitting forgotten in his jacket pocket for the next few weeks until he was searching for a lighter. His trusty zippo flickered as he tried to light his joint as he searched for a pack of matches he remembered grabbing earlier that week. Smiling in victory as he grabbed the pack of matches, snapping one out before striking it against the back. Holding his joint towards the flame as he waited for it to ignite, heaving a sigh of relief as the smoke finally began to seep into his lungs.

Rubbing his eyes with the heels of his hands, the joint held precariously between his fingers as he tried to forget the negative memories. Resting back on his mattress as he read the pack one more time, “Your happy ending, just a phone call away”— what kind of bullshit was that, he couldn’t help but laugh. Wondering how many lonely men picked up the same packs of matches at truck stops along the highway and actually called the number, thinking they were talking to a sexy young thing when in reality it was an old lady with no teeth. Snorting at his wild imagination as he tossed the card onto the bed beside him so he could grab his beer, taking a long swig from the bottle as he relaxed in his bedroom. The loud guitars of Iron Maiden played through his speaker as the drugs and alcohol began to flow through his system, feeling himself begin to relax as his foot bobbed to the music as it hung off the edge of his bed.

Maybe it was the beer or weed that gave him the confidence to call the number, morbid curiosity getting the better of him as he made his way into the kitchen to tug the phone off the wall. Holding the receiver between the curve of his shoulder and neck as his fingers messily keyed in the phone number, holding the card in his other hand. Eddie’s heart was racing in his chest as the phone began to ring, unsure what to expect or who exactly would be picking up. If anything he could laugh it off and hang up after the first minute, giving him another wild story to tell his friends about the time he called a sex operator (of course, it would be fully embellished for maximum effect).

All the bravado disappeared the moment he heard a click on the other end, with someone picking up his call.

“Well hi there, big boy. I’m so lucky you called me tonight-”

Big boy? Eddie’s mouth was agape at the pet name, your silky voice practically sang through the speaker. It should’ve made him laugh, it sounded ridiculous and he couldn’t imagine the number of men you’d recycled that exact same line on. But Eddie was floored, his cock twitched beneath his jeans as the airy sound had blood rushing straight between his thighs.

You sounded different to all those women in the porn VHS tapes he watched, a saccharine melody to your tone as Eddie was certain it’s the sound he’d hear if he ever made it to meet the man upstairs.

“Hello? Come on, big boy. Don’t be shy. You still here with me?”

“Uh- hi?” Eddie mumbled. All the bravado that he held inside him seemed to disappear at the sultry sound of your voice, for the first time Eddie Munson found himself speechless.

“Hey, big boy. Got a name?” Every time you called him that pet name it had his cock throbbing, and Eddie wasn’t sure he’d be able to survive hearing it again.

“I- uh, yeah-” Clenching his eyes shut in embarrassment as he tried to tell himself to calm down, his hand holding the back of his neck as the other gripped the receiver, “It’s Eddie.”

“Hi, Eddie,” You cooed on the other side of the phone, and if he thought the pet name would kill him, the sound of his actual name in that husky tone would surely send him over the edge, “Let me grab your credit card info and we can get started, yeah? Whatever you want-”

“This is so stupid,” Eddie grunted moving his hand up to grab the receiver to slam it back on the line but you stopped him, “Dunno why I even called, sorry.”

“Wait! Eddie?” There you go again, saying his voice like that, “Is this your first time?”

In everything.

Of course you could tell, he was probably being painfully obvious. 21 and still a virgin, not that there was anyone in this town he’d want to touch with a six-foot pole, but there had to be someone that wanted him. Or he’d be resigned to fuck his fist for the rest of his miserable life.

“Yeah,” He mumbled, as he felt his cheeks heat up.

“That’s okay,” You cooed, “I can talk you through everything, help you relax.”

Your voice was doing anything but, his cock tenting his jeans as it stretched the firm denim. Shifting his hips to try and give himself some slight relief as his fingers teased the cord of the phone, trying to remember to breathe.

“O-okay,”

“You can’t tell me a little about what you’re into, the things you like, what you want me to call you, and I can help you relax. How does that sound?”

Stupid. It sounded stupid. He didn’t even know how to answer those questions when he’d never really tried anything. Sure, he’d watched more porn than he’d probably like to admit, gaining a wealth of knowledge in that department. Different niche kinks and fetishes that most men in Hawkins probably couldn’t even name, and definitely more expertise than most men his age. But he’d never actually tried anything, not knowing if the things he liked to watch and read about would be the same things that he’d enjoy in practice. Well, if nothing else at least he knew where the clit was.

“Okay,” He mumbled, unsure how to respond as he chewed his gum.

“What made you call anyway?” There was silence on the other side of the phone as Eddie pondered the question, “Eddie?”

“Oh, I don’t know. Is it the fact I’m sat here alone smoking weed in my room on a Sunday night? Or maybe the fact I’m 21 and still a fucking virgin who can’t get a single girl in this shitty fucking town to even look at me.” He blurted, instantly hating the drugs and alcohol in his system for lowering his inhibitions.

“Then you must live in a town full of idiots,” Your reply was so simple, but it had his heart pounding against his ribcage, ready to burst free.

“Dunno about that,” He laughed, picking up his joint from the ashtray as he moved it back to his lips to take a large toke, “No one’s gonna wanna touch the town freak.”

You could hear the sad tone of his voice as he went quiet on the other side of the phone, letting the smoke slowly exhale from his lungs as it settled in the air of his trailer.

“Sorry,” He mumbled, rubbing his eye with the heel of his hand.

“Don’t be sorry,” You cooed, “Is that why you called?”

Honestly, he didn’t know why he’d called. Boredom, curiosity, loneliness? Perhaps all three.

“Dunno.”

“Well, I’m alone on a Sunday night too, maybe we can be alone together?” The seductive huskiness of your voice had him pulsating, his chest heaving as he tried to adjust the tent in his jeans.

“Bet you could talk to anyone you wanted on this line though, huh?” Eddie scoffed, leaning his shoulder against the kitchen wall as he took another drag of his joint.

“Well I am, I’m talking to you, aren’t I?” You laughed airly, and Eddie found his lip curling into a smile at the sound of it.

“Like you have a choice when I’m paying for the privilege, sweetheart.”

“Trust me, there are definitely worse people I could be talking to right now,” You whispered, and Eddie wondered what kind of clients you had to deal with on this line to have a response like that. Or maybe you were talking about people in your personal life, maybe family, a boyfriend, a husband–

“What should I call you?” His voice was soft, eager.

“Whatever you wanna call me,” The same sultry rasp returned to your voice as Eddie grinned on the other side of the phone. This felt like something directly out of a budget porno.

“No, what’s your name?”

Most men had fantasies, some had you pretending to be their ex-wives, their coworkers, or their best friend's wives. Anything that would get them off quickly so you could get paid and clock out.

“You not got an ex or a crush or anything you wanna fantasise about, Eddie?” You teased and were met with silence.

Eddie had liked girls in the past, of course, he had. There were plenty of crushes he’d experienced growing up in Hawkins, he’d even convinced himself he was in love with Chrissy Cunningham in high school, but none of them even really mattered to him now.

“Nah,” He scoffed, “Unless you wanna call yourself Elvira.”

“Oh, so you want me to be your mistress of darkness?” You laughed, but Eddie dropped his joint at your response.

“Shit,” He cursed as he bent down to pick it up before he set fire to the trailer, rubbing the fallen ash with a socked foot.

“Is everything okay?” You asked softly.

“Yeah, s’fine.” Eddie grunted, “So you gonna tell me your real name or am I gonna have to guess?”

“You can call me Cherry,”

Eddie knew there had to be some sort of anonymity in doing this job, but he’d hoped that at the very least he might be able to learn your actual name.

“Yeah, okay. Cherry.” Eddie rolled his eyes, “That your real name, yeah?”

“Tonight it is.” You laughed, light and airy and Eddie was certain he was going to pass out. He felt lightheaded as he leaned back against the kitchen wall.

“Okay, Cherry.” Eddie scoffed, but felt himself falling into the illusion, “I guess we’re both just losers at home alone together on a Sunday night, huh?”

His thoughts were immediately consumed by what you might look like- certain that if he were to ask you’d probably concoct an image of his perfect girl just to add to this fantasy.

“I guess we are.” You laughed again and it had Eddie’s heart doing somersaults.

“Pretty shitty for us though, right?”

There's just something about you, or maybe it’s the crippling loneliness he felt, that made him want to open up to you. He wants to tell you every little part about his life and he wants to find out about you too, the real you. Maybe it’s easier because you’re just a faceless voice, a complete stranger that he’ll probably never talk to again. Or maybe it’s the fact that you’re one of the only people that doesn’t think he’s a complete freak, even if he was the one calling a sex line at past midnight. But whatever it was, Eddie found himself opening up to you.

“Things won’t always be shit, Eddie. It feels like it right now, but I promise you things will get better.” Your voice soothed him, the tone softening his exterior as he leaned against the wall of his trailer.

“Hope you’re right about that, sweetheart.” He ran a hand down his face as he sighed, “Pretty certain I’m gonna stay lonely forever.”

“You don’t know that,” You grinned on the other side of the phone, “We can control our own destiny, all we have to decide is what to do with the time given to us.”

“Did you just quote Lord of the Rings to me?” Eddie took a deep breath as he recognised the quote, his heartbeat increasing again.

“Okay, you caught me.” You laughed, “They’re actually my favourite books.”

“Fuck, me too.” He breathed, wondering how it was possible to have one conversation with you and find himself falling hard. Even when he knew absolutely nothing about you, none of this was even real-

“Your time is almost up now, Eddie.” If he wasn’t mistaken, he could’ve sworn he heard your voice drop in sadness, “You’ve wasted all your time talking to me instead of using this service for what it’s actually for.”

“It wasn’t wasted time,” Eddie replied truthfully, he couldn’t remember the last time he smiled this much.

“Well, you’ve got about five minutes left before the line disconnects. Bet I could still get you off in that time if you want.” You teased.

“You seem sure of yourself,” Eddie replied, but he was certain it was true. His cock was painfully hard, and as soon as this call was over he was definitely going to take care of it in his bathroom.

“Hey, what can I say? I’m good at my job.” You laughed again, and he felt his heart doing somersaults.

“Yeah,” He breathed, “You are.”

“You didn’t even get to experience it, Eddie,” You pouted on the other side of the line, an adorable whine to your voice, “You definitely didn’t get your money's worth.”

“Nah, it was perfect.” Eddie hummed, “Have you seen how expensive therapy is? And I didn’t even have to leave my house- You’re underselling yourself, sweetheart.”

He made you laugh.

“Your time is up now, Eddie.” You breathe out a sigh when you notice the countdown has timed down to zero. Not wanting to leave the conversation yet, “I think this is the first time I haven’t made someone cum during a call.”

“Oh, sorry.” Eddie wondered why he’d been so stupid as to not take you up on your offer, it’s what he was paying for after all. But in some ways, the phone call he’d had with you felt better. He was the only man that had spoken to you that hadn’t received his happy ending, although in some sense he thought he had.

“Don’t be sorry, I really enjoyed talking to you.” You sounded sleepy on the other line and Eddie wondered if you were going to bed after this, or maybe you were already laying in bed talking to him. Whether you’d be falling asleep thinking about him the way he knew he’d be thinking about you.

“Me too,” Eddie pauses, before clearing his throat. It’s as though he’d forgotten that this wasn’t a flirty conversation with someone and not a paid sex operator call, “Thanks for— this,”

Eddie didn’t know what to call it, the last hour was spent talking. Wondering how many other men had given the same thanks at the end of a phone call after getting themselves off to the sound of your voice, it’s something he doesn’t want to think about as he stands from his position on the floor.

“Goodnight, sweetheart.”

“Night, Eddie.” His heart throbbed at the sound of his name a final time, his hand lingering on the receiver as he waits for you to hang up first. Not quite ready for this all to be over, “Call me back if you actually want me to make you cum next time, yeah? I owe you one.”

“Yeah,” He grins, finally placing the phone back into its bracket as he makes his way towards his bedroom.

Flopping down onto his back on the mattress as the effects of the weed and alcohol have finally worn off, but he’s still left with butterflies tickling his ribcage. His cock still pulsing beneath his jeans as he rolled his hips, the length of it pressed against the rough denim as a low groan rumbled from deep in his chest. The irony was that he’d spent the better part of an hour on the line to a sex line operator and he was still painfully hard after the exchange, his fingers slipping down to his fly to unbutton his pants. Dragging them down just enough to free his aching cock as he wrapped a fist around it, hissing at the temporary relief as he gave himself a languid pump. His thumb swiped against the blunt head to collect the shiny bead of pre that glistened against the tip as he smoothed it down the underside, following the thick veins that scattered along the length of his cock twitch at the sensation.

“Fuck,” Eddie groaned, canting his hips to fuck himself into his fist as his thoughts began to wander, trying to picture what you might look like on the other side of the phone as he heard your voice vividly in his mind.

Leaning forward he pouted his lips to spit onto the tip of his cock for some lubrication, smoothing it along his length as he set a steady pace. He regretted not doing this on the phone with you, the curiosity of it all still heavy on his mind as he tried to imagine some of the filthy stuff you’d say to him to try and get him off. Remembering what you’d said about him telling you his likes and dislikes, so you’d know exactly what would get him off.

Tugging his shirt further up his torso as the dark trails of his happy trail were exposed, eyes clenched shut as he imagined you on your knees for him between his cock. How much better your lips would feel wrapped around his cock compared to his fist, how warm and wet your pretty mouth would be as you bobbed your head along his length. Groaning as he tightened his hand around his girth, fresh pre oozing from his slit as he circled his wrist when he reached the tip of his cock, smoothing it along his length for more lubrication as he began to rut his hips up into his hand.

“Fuck, take it-” He grunted, eyes clenched shut as he concocted the perfect fantasy in his mind. He didn’t have a clue what you looked like, and somehow he was harder than he’d ever been. Even Elvira, Joan Jett or jacking it to those adult film store VHS tapes hadn’t made him this hard, it was as though his entire body was aflame.

Clenching his teeth as his hand began to move with more urgency against his cock, the crude sound of skin against slick skin sounded in his humid bedroom as he moved his free hand to cup his heavy balls. Rolling the heavy weight of them between his fingers as he worked himself towards his release.

“Shit, sweetheart.” He mumbled, as he pictured how wet and tight your pretty pussy would be for him. Wondering how many fingers you’d be able to fit inside you before he split you apart on his cock, wondering how you’d taste-

Eddie tried to imagine your voice moaning his name, the saccharine tone to it sending jolts of electricity directly to his length. His hand tightened around his length to try and replicate how tight your pussy would feel wrapped around his cock, squeezing him as you tried to milk him for all he’s got to give.

He’d never brought himself this close to climax in such a short amount of time, his entire body throbbed as he began to picture how pretty you’d look cumming around his cock. Those velvety walls stroking his length to try and coax him towards his own release, burying himself in your tightness with each rut of his hips.

Eddie began to imagine how pretty you’d look covered in his cum, wishing that he could know what you looked like just so he could picture you with his release all over your face. Wiping the tip of his cock against your pouty lips to smear his cum against the surface as he continued his frantic pace.

“Holy shit, princess.” Eddie groaned as his tongue peeked out between his lips, imagining you beneath him, moaning salaciously as you begged him to fill you up– and he would. God, he wished you were here right now so he could see how pretty you’d look with his cum seeping out of you. Watching your fluttering hole slowly push it out as it dribbled down the curve of your asshole as his slender fingers would catch it- slowly pushing it back inside you, keeping you stuffed full of his cum.

“Eddie,” He imagined how pretty you’d sound when you were about to cum, the slight breathless lilt to your voice as you came around his cock.

He’d never wanted anyone so badly in his life-

“Shit, fuck- fuckin’ take it-” A slew of curses left his lips at the fantasy he’d concocted himself of you, his hips jerking off his mattress roughly as he felt himself falling into his climax, his lips parting in a deep, throaty growl as he fell over the edge of his bliss. Calling out your name as white, hot spurts of cum began to spurt from his cock against his skin. Leaving silvery trails along his torso as he continued to give himself a few more languid pumps to prolong the pleasurable sensation.

Slowly opening his eyes as he was brought crashing back down to reality, laid back against his mattress as he glanced down at the mess he’d made of himself. His cum began to dry against his skin as he ran his other hand through his curly hair, pushing it back from his sweaty forehead as his chest continued to heave from the intensity of his climax. Eddie couldn’t remember the last time he’d made himself cum that hard, leaning over the side of his bed to grab a discarded shirt from the floor to wipe it against his abdomen. Cleaning the cum off his skin as he stayed staring up at the ceiling, trying to coax himself to stand up and shower before bed. The thought only served to make him think about you wet and soapy in the shower waiting for him on your knees, groaning as his spent, softening cock began to twitch at the image.

“Fuckin’ hell,” He groaned, deciding against showering tonight as he checked the time on the alarm clock beside his bed.

Lazily pushing his jeans down his thighs to kick them off his legs, letting the denim fall to his bedroom floor as he tugged his sheet up around his torso. Closing his eyes as he turned onto his side, fatigue began to consume him as he allowed himself to fall into slumber. It was the first night for as long as he could remember where he didn’t wake up during the night with nightmares, his head filled completely with you.

If someone had told you that you would become a sex line operator you would’ve laughed in their face. A job like this should be for someone with skills, experience and confidence. Areas in which you felt you were severely lacking, but you’d surprised yourself the first time you’d picked up the phone. The job boosted your confidence to no end and allowed you to finally move out of your childhood home.

It wasn’t supposed to be a full-time arrangement, just something you could do between jobs to earn enough money to pay the bills. And the salary you earned in the few hours each night was far more than anything you’d made working at the local store. Sure it was a little unorthodox, but you were determined to earn enough money so that you didn’t have to move back in with your parents, anything would be better than that.

Although you hadn’t been doing this job for long, you still had your fair share of regulars. Men that would specifically ask for you when you called, your boss Bev often vetting them before they were transferred to you. Ensuring that anyone who became too much was banned or transferred to one of the more experienced ladies, your safety was her top priority.

You’d been thinking about Eddie all day, wishing that you’d met under different circumstances so you’d have a way of contacting him. Wondering whether he’d actually fancy you if you’d grown up in the same town and if you’d even have a chance with him. You couldn’t remember the last time you’d smiled that much on a phone call with one of your friends, never mind the clients that you spoke to daily. There was something that had you holding onto the little fantasy that you’d now concocted in your mind with Eddie Munson, although you knew that’s all it would be– a stupid little fantasy.

He probably lived on the other side of the country for all you knew, or maybe he already had a girlfriend. There were a lot of things you had to overlook as part of your job, and unfortunately, there were a lot of negatives. The men that called your sex line were often calling for a reason, and Eddie was no different. You were a means to an end for most people, and you’d have to continue to remind yourself of that. You hadn’t even got him off on the phone call, so you doubted he would call again. But, it had been nice to dream, even for a few moments.

The shrill ring of your phone broke you from your thoughts as you reached out to answer it, snuggling back against the plush cushions of your couch.

“Hello?”

“Hey, darling. There’s a client asking for you by name.” Your boss Bev spoke on the other side of the line.

“Ugh, it’s not that creepy again, is it? I told him to stop calling.” You blanched at the thought, placing a hand over your eyes to try and block him from your memory.

“No, it ain’t him, but he sounds young? Said he spoke to you last night?” Your boss continued, “I can ask his name-”

“Eddie,” You breathed.

“Oh, you remember.” You could hear the teasing tone of her voice on the other side of the line, “I can tell him you’re not available tonight if you don’t wanna talk to him, darling-”

“No!” You almost shouted, sitting up from your position lying on your sofa, “No, it’s okay. You can patch him through to me.”

“Okay, hun. But you call if you need anything, you hear me? I don’t want to find out any of my men have been taking advantage of you.”

“Thanks, Bev. I will.”

The line clicked to indicate the phone call had been connected and you took a deep breath before speaking.

“Hey, big boy.” You teased, unable to stop the wide grin that covered your face.

“Hey, sweetheart.” Eddie’s soft voice spoke through the receiver, “I hope calling you back so soon is okay? The last lady said I could talk to her, but I just really wanted to talk to you-”

“Of course, it's okay.” It’s more than okay, you wanted to say, “ But I gotta say, Eddie. I didn’t expect you to call back so soon.”

“Oh? Why?”

You’d honestly not expected him to call back at all, so the fact that you were talking to him now had you giddy. Your finger twirled around the phone chord as you spoke into the receiver.

“I dunno,” You chewed your gum, “I don’t feel like you got much from the call last night.”

“Oh no, I really fucking did,” He groaned, “Had the first good night's sleep I’ve had in months.”

“I’m glad,” You smiled, snuggling back against your pillows, “You sound a lot happier today”

“I am.” He breathed softly, “Especially now I’m talking to you.”

“Bet you say that to all the girls,” You laughed.

“Just the real pretty ones.” He shot back.

“Lucky me, huh?”

“I guess you are pretty lucky,” Eddie scoffed, “I mean out of all the guys you could be talking to, you get to talk to me.”

“I’m glad I picked up your call,” You smiled.

“Hey– I was gonna ask you this last night, but I’ve been thinking about this a lot,” Eddie mumbled, “But I was wondering what made you work for a sex line?”

The question caught you off guard, you hadn’t been expecting him to ask the question so soon, and in such an upfront manner. You were often embarrassed about talking about your job, only one of your closest friends knew what you did for a living. You hated the thought of him judging you. Like most people seemed to, it’s why you didn’t tell anyone in your personal life what you did for work.

“It pays the bills,” You shrugged.

“That’s fair enough,” Eddie smiled, “A pretty wild way to pay the bills though.”

“I’m sure you’ve had a few weird jobs to snag a bit of extra cash.”

“Ain’t that the truth.” He laughed and you felt your heart clench.

“So did you call to finally experience my world-class service today?” You laughed, “Since you didn’t get the full experience last night.”

“I’d disagree, cause I think I did,” Eddie’s voice was soft as it flowed through the receiver, “You gave me a lot to think about-”

If only you knew he spent the rest of his evening fisting his cock to the thought of you.

“Oh really?” You grinned, “Want me to impart more of my words of wisdom on you, young padawan?”

“I ain’t here for therapy, sweetheart.” He replied huskily.

“You do realise this is a premium service?” You rolled your eyes, “You’re definitely paying over the odds just to listen to me.”

“Oh, my wallet definitely knows,” Eddie smirked, “I just like the sound of your voice.”

“Your wallet will be sobbing when it’s empty and all you have is my voice,” You laughed.

“I dunno, seems pretty worth it to me,” He shrugged.

“But you shouldn’t settle. You could be getting more for your money, Eddie.”

“Oh, yeah?” Eddie licked his lips, his heart speeding up as he tried to think of what to say next.

“There’s nothing wrong with lowering your inhibitions.” You cooed, “I could help you with any little problems you might have..”

You trailed off, really hoping that he might get the hint, you’d never felt so flustered on a call as you had with Eddie.

Most men left you bored, watching the clock as you pretended that they were the only man in the world.

But with Eddie you didn't have to pretend, he had you curious, inquisitive, desperate for more.

Your clit throbbed at the sound of his voice, thinking about how he would sound saying the most desperate, depraved things to you.

“What problems would those be, sweetheart?”

“I dunno?” You laughed, “Maybe the real reason this line is here?”

“Wait, what.” You could practically feel Eddie blushing on the other side of the phone, “No- that’s not why- I didn’t try to call you back for that-” He stuttered.

“Eddie, relax,” You cut him off with a laugh, “You’re the one calling a sex line, remember? It’s kinda my job.”

“Yeah, but I don’t want you to think that’s the only reason I’m calling for… Cause it isn’t.”

His voice softened on the other side of the phone as you smiled slightly, “You don’t have to be shy, pretty boy. That’s kinda what this line is for.”

“You call all of your callers pretty boy?” He scoffed.

“No, just you.” You teased back, you weren’t one to use pet names during calls even though your clients seemed to like using any and everything to describe you. Different men had different vices so you had to learn to deal with pet names that you wouldn’t always enjoy. Most of the time you blanked out all emotion during these calls, something that meant things wouldn’t become too intense. But when you started speaking to Eddie you felt yourself diving in heart first, slowly feeling yourself yearning for him.

“How’d you know I'm even pretty, eh?” Eddie teased.

“I can just tell,” You hummed, “I have this feeling-”

“You gonna tell me you’re a seer now?” Eddie joked, “How many fingers am I holding up?”

“Two,” You joked, but you heard him curse on the other side of the phone.

“Don’t do that shit, sweetheart.” He laughed, “I’ll start believing you.”

“Was I right?” Your cheeks ached from smiling so wide.

“Lucky guess,” He muttered.

“Okay, stop avoiding the question.” You pulled him back to the topic, eager to know the answer, “Tell me what you look like.”

The line went silent for a few moments, the air thick with tension as you were worried that you’d upset him. The truth was Eddie was scared to tell you what he looked like, nervous even. Unsure how he could make himself sound attractive over a phone call when you couldn’t even see him. He wanted so desperately to make himself sound like a fantasy, like the way the elves were described in all his fantasy novels- the perfect creatures. But all he could think of were things that would put most women off, the same way it had put off the women in Hawkins.

“You first.” He deflected.

“Uh-uh, I asked first.” You joked back.

“Aren’t I the paying customer?” You could hear the smirk in his voice, and you knew at that moment he’d won.

“Ugh, fine.” You huffed, “Cheap trick.”

“Are you going to tell me what you look like, or what Cherry looks like?”

“How would you know the difference?”

“Wow, sweetheart. You really gonna lie to me?”

“Who said it would be a lie?”

“What do you normally say when guys ask what you look like?”

“Usually they already have a specific fantasy in mind, so I just go along with whatever they like to avoid disappointment.”

“Well, you definitely don’t need to worry about disappointing me,” Eddie mumbled, “I just wanna know what you look like.”

“But don’t you have a fantasy in mind, Eddie?” You continued, “Something sordid that’ll help make this conversation better.”

“It doesn’t need to be better.” He shook his head, holding the receiver between his shoulder and neck to reach into his pocket to grab his packet of cigarettes. Placing one between his lips as he reached for his zippo, “It’s already perfect. You’re already perfect.”

“We’ve had one conversation, how do you know that?”

“Trust me, I can just fuckin’ tell,” He laughed, “Now please tell me what you look like?”

“Begging now, hm?” You laughed, “Is this a new kink reveal?”

“Shut up,” He scoffed before becoming more serious, “Please?”

“Okay,” You breathed nervously.

You’d never told any clients what you really looked like before.

You tried your best to describe yourself as honestly as possible, wondering what sort of fantasy this would put into his head about you. Whether he’d be imagining what you looked like, or an over-embellished version of you. Deliberately leaving the things out about yourself that you didn’t like as much, as you focused on your hair colour, length and eye colour. You hoped he liked what he heard, even just a little– wishing you could see into his mind and see what he was envisioning.

“Oh, fuck. You sound beautiful.” He exhales softly, “Wish I could see you for real.”

“Okay, your turn.” You avoid the compliment, thinking that he was creating a perfect version of you in his mind that didn’t reflect how you looked. Trying to ignore the sadness that washed over you as you thought about that, the thought that if he saw you in real life he wouldn’t feel the same way.

“I dunno what to say, I’ve got long brown hair, brown eyes, tall, boring.” He trailed off.

“Nothing about you seems boring, Eddie Munson.” You smiled, “And I happen to think long hair is real sexy.”

“Yeah?”

“Something to hold on to when you’re between my thighs, right?”

“Fuck,” He groaned, the subtle thud of his head banging against a wall played in the background as you smiled into the phone, “You got no idea what you’re doing to me, sweetheart. Seriously.”

“Well, I could be doing more, but someone doesn’t seem to want to.” You teased.

“It ain’t that I don’t want to,” Eddie mumbled, “Cause I really fuckin’ do.”

“So what is it then?”

“I just really like talkin’ to you,” He shrugged, taking another drag of his cigarette, “It’s just nice to talk to someone.”

You felt your cheeks heat up at his compliment, realising more and more that you enjoyed talking to him too. It was a breath of fresh air compared to the other clients you had to deal with on the phone each evening, and you felt yourself becoming a little less hollow in his presence.

“Well you are the paying customer, and I aim to please- but remember I do have other services available.” You laughed.

“I’ll take you up on them, sweetheart. I promise.”

The thought had you squeezing your thighs together as you imagined his smooth voice talking to you through the phone- telling you to do the nastiest, most depraved things.

“Once again, your times nearly up and we’re both still completely clothed.”

“Next time, for sure,” He grinned, “Since you seem desperate to get me naked.”

His cock was throbbing the entire time like it always was when he spoke to you– but you didn’t need to know that.

“Says you! You’re the one calling a sex line.”

“And yet this has been the most PG conversation you’ve had.” Eddie laughed and it had your heart thumping inside your chest.

“So tomorrow?” You laughed.

“Yeah! I– Fuck,” Eddie groaned, “ I forgot- I won’t be able to talk to you tomorrow, I’ve got a show.”

“A show?”

“Yeah, I’m in a band. We play at a bar outside the town every Tuesday.”

“You didn’t tell me you were in a band!” You teased, “You should’ve led with that, it’s hot.”

“Oh, yeah?”

“Yeah! What do you play?”

“Guitar, and sometimes I dabble in vocals, depending on what it is.” He laughed, “Our crowd of five drunks seem to enjoy it at least. We get a standing ovation at the end of every show, although it’s usually when they’re trying to get to the bar.”

You couldn’t help but laugh at his honesty, imagining him giving the performance of his life for the smallest crowd. Part of you wished you had friends in the area to go out with too, instead of spending all your time cooped up inside your tiny apartment. Moving to a new area had made it difficult to maintain your old friendships and create new ones, the thought of going out to meet new people was completely daunting as you spent most weekends alone.

“Well, I hope you put on a great show for them tomorrow, Eddie.” You smiled, trying to ignore the twang in your chest that he wouldn’t be calling you the next night, “I’ll speak to you soon?”

“Of course you will,” His voice softened, “Night, sweetheart.”

“Sweet dreams, Eddie.”

“Well I’ll be thinking about you, so they should be.” He grinned, finally hanging up the call as you heard the familiar dial tone.

You replayed his final words in your mind as the line went dead, the familiar dial tone sounding through the receiver as you held it against your chest. “I’ll be thinking about you, so they should be.” you were one step away from squealing and kicking your legs in glee as you felt your entire body heat up. Although you couldn’t shake the slight disappointment that he’d told you that he wouldn’t be talking to you the next night because of his gig, already looking forward to his calls each evening. The conversations you’d had with Eddie helped you feel a little less alone in your empty apartment, a little more human after the monotonous conversations you’d have with your other clients.

If you lived in the same city you’d be able to go to the show with him tomorrow night, to see him play guitar in his band in the dingy dive bar. But instead, you were stuck here, painfully alone. Letting your thoughts begin to wander as you thought about being his biggest cheerleader as you watched him perform, his fingers strumming against the guitar strings as you felt your cheeks begin to heat up.

His fingers.

Imagining how they would feel stroking along your inner thighs, tracing a path up towards the heat between your thighs. Pressing against your clit through the thin cotton of your panties as he watched you grind down against his hand, eager for any kind of relief as you arched your back into him. Rubbing your thighs together to try and quell the ache as you wished he would’ve taken you up on the offer to have a salacious conversation on the phone, making it the first time you’d ever touched yourself on a call with another client.

Your hands moved to grasp your breasts through the thin fabric of your nightshirt as your nipples began to pebble against the fabric, your thumbs brushing over them as you gasped in pleasure. Thighs rubbing together to create some friction as you tried to imagine Eddie’s voice whispering your name as he pressed searing hot kisses against the curve of your neck, trying to press the pads of your fingers down harder against your skin to try and replicate how his hands would feel against your body. Sliding a palm down your stomach to press against your leggings, rolling your hips into your touch as you thought about his fingers slipping inside your tight, wet cunt as he slowly stretched you out.

Imagining how pretty his cock was, wondering how thick he was, how long he was- the thoughts had your cunt clenching around nothing as you imagined how much he’d stretch you out. Reaching places that your fingers couldn’t quite make, filling you up and fucking you into the shape of his cock.

“Eddie,” You whimpered, your eyes clenched shut as you tried to imagine him here with you, your hand slipping beneath the hem of your leggings and panties as you pressed against the top of your mound. Your fingers delved between your messy folds as you found your clit. Rubbing soft figures of eight against it as you imagined Eddie’s fingers, the pads calloused from years of playing guitar as he began to work you towards your climax.

“Come on, pretty girl- you can do it for me, can’t you?” Wishing you knew what he looked like to try and complete your perfect fantasy, “I know you wanna cum-”

You trembled as you kept your slow, steady pace. Your hips moved in tandem with your fingers as you worked yourself towards your climax, his name on the tip of your tongue as your walls began to flutter in the telltale signs of your release.

Thinking about him bending you over in the dimly lit bathroom of the dive bar after his show when he was covered in a thick sheen of sweat from the performance, the taste of weed and beer on his tongue as he pulled you back with a palm around your neck to stare at your reflection in the mirror. His hard cock pounding into you as he made you stare at yourself, watching as he split you apart on his cock.

“Are you gonna come for me, sweetheart?” He cooed into your ear, his warm breath fanning your cheek, “Wanna watch you come undone for me-”

You could feel it, you were so close to the edge as you began to place more pressure against your clit, determined to vault into your bliss before you heard the shrill tone of your phone ringing in the background.

“Fuck,” You growled as you pulled your hand from your leggings, scrambling to reach the phone you’d hung back on the dock as you tried to pick up in time before your client was transferred to another operator.

You couldn’t pass up the opportunity for another call, not right now with rent due. Your nose scrunched in frustration as your clit throbbed with neglect, your entire body so close to the release you coveted.

“Hi there, handsome.” You cooed into the phone, immediately putting on your sultry phone voice as you heard your client reply through the receiver, “I’m so glad you called-”

The lie came out so naturally now, you were so used to the lie on the phone with these men- but you couldn’t help but wish it was Eddie on the other side.

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To Be a Princess

Chapter 4

Last/Next

fem!reader x kokonoi/bonten

TW: Disordered eating, Mass murder, Depersonalization, Poor proofreading

A/N: This is pretty heavy because I've been in a rough place recently. Read with discretion.

The last two months have effectively blurred into each other. It’s been all the same. You wake up, Hajime dresses you, and you go nowhere. He leaves and if you’re lucky, Haruchiyo is forced to watch you. If you’re unlucky, you’re cuffed to the bed and stuck in your room all day.

“Eat this and we can go.” Hajime slides you a decently sized pork cutlet sandwich and you get to work on it without a second thought.

It hurts your stomach to eat so much after such a long time of eating so little. Your throat is even rejecting it a little. It takes more energy to chew and swallow than you’d anticipated. You definitely should be taking it slower, but you need to get out of this place. You’ve been going stir-crazy.

At least it’s a really good sandwich. Even if it pains you to eat and give him what he wants, you can appreciate a good piece of meat.

When you’re done, you slide the plate to him, and he kisses your forehead.

“Thank you.” He smiles.

✮✮✮

It’s good that Hajime is letting you tag along today because you’ve started to eat the stuffing in your pillow. Not a lot. Maybe a fistful. A decent fistful every day for about a week. He hasn’t noticed, or if he has, he’s kept his mouth shut. But you try your best to hide it. You re-fluff the pillow you keep pulling down out of and flip it, so the torn side isn’t showing. If you eat any more feathers, you might get sick though, and that’s not ideal. You should be sick, right? If you are, you haven’t noticed.

“So, do you like Haruchiyo?” Hajime asks, not taking his eyes off of the road.

“He’s alright. Weird. But he smells good. I think his teeth are fake.”

“Why?”

“I don’t know.” It’s a lot to explain. You realized it once when the Haitanis were over. Rindou has charmingly, somewhat crooked teeth and Ran’s teeth are perfect. Sanzu’s teeth are good at passing for real when you don’t look too hard or have anything to compare them to.

“Not all of them are fake.” Hajime says matter-of-factly.

“How do you know?” You rest your head against the window.

“I took him to go get the implants.”

“What? What happened?”

“Ran knocked three of them out. All in the front of his mouth.”

“That doesn’t make sense. What do you mean?”

“He does a lot of drugs. His teeth were on their way out, anyway.” Hajime smiles at the thought. “I didn’t want to see him missing so many teeth, though, so I took him to start getting them fixed the next day.”

“Yeah, but why did Ran hit him?”

Hajime shrugs. “There could be several reasons. I think he needed it either way.” He thinks for a second. “I just remember that Haruchiyo came to me with his teeth in his hand and he told me Ran did it. There was so much blood, he kept choking on it when he cried.”

Hajime seems amused by recalling it. He tries to suppress smiles and keep seriousness in his tone, but here and there it sounds like he’s telling you a pleasant dream he had.

“Why don’t you like him?” You prod. It’s not your business, but in the past months you’ve developed quite the attachment to Haru and while you can see tons of reasons for someone not to like him, Hajime seems deeper than the surface level.

He goes quiet in thought and then starts.

“He’s a jackass. I know I’m far from being a good person myself, but he takes it to a whole different level. His personality is grating. He doesn’t listen. And while he’s second in charge, it’s only for show. His bullshit falls on me all the time and I’m stuck with work I don’t want.” He clenches his jaw, and his hands tighten around the steering wheel. He seethes, “If being second in command was as simple as sucking Mikey’s dick, anyone could do it.”

“Wow.”

“Don’t get me wrong, it’d be easier to not hate him if he was incompetent. Okay? But he’s not. He’s very smart, and that’s what gets on my nerves. It’s like he does dumb shit on purpose, and I always have to fix it.”

“Must suck.”

“It does, but it’s fine. I’m going to outlive him.”

✮✮✮

A black-haired man slides up to your open window and starts talking before you can process who he is or what he’s saying.

“I’m sorry, what?”

“Oh, uh, they’re in his glove box. The cigarettes. I just need one.” He’s a very polite man. Very handsome too. Even with the scar marking a solid quarter of his face.

You’ve met him before, right? At the club? Had to be.

“Here.” You hand him the cigarette.

He starts to walk away but stops in his tracks. “You don’t want to get out?”

He’s opening your door and offering you his hand before you can think about it. You take it. How could you not?

“It’s weird that he left you in the car when it’s so hot.” He guides you to where a group of people are standing and talking.

For the first time in the fifteen minutes that you’ve been here, you realize that you’re in the middle of an empty shipping yard.

You look around at all the faces and then turn around to take in the entire scene. A bunch of well-dressed men in an empty shipping yard? What the fuck is going on?

“Calm down.” A friendly voice cuts through all the noise.

Rin. Why?

He checks his phone. “Kakucho, Mikey needs you. Keep your phone on you.” He says to the man that guided you here.

Kakucho walks away.

Something’s not right. Where’s Koko? Why are you here?

“Rin, I want to go home.”

He looks at you as if he’s considering helping you. Your eyes dart around, and you see Takeomi laughing with a man who has severe eyebrows and a goatee. You’ve seen him before. Other men are laughing too, but you’re not acquainted. You should leave.

“Let’s go over here,” Rindou says as he leads you to the side of his SUV where no one can see you.

“What is going on?” You ask plainly. “Why are we here?”

He scratches his head. “We have to kill a couple of people.”

“No.”

“What do you mean, no?”

The sun feels hotter. Your palms feel sweatier even through your sheer black gloves. You want to run, but you can’t in these heels, so you walk. Or so you start to walk. Rindou grabs your arm and pushes you right back against the door.

“I can’t. I can’t. Please.” Your nose tingles at the onset of tears.

“You will be fine.”

“No. I won’t. Rin. Please.”

“Stop fucking crying.” He forces out, irritated. “Do you want something to make you calm down a little? I might be able to find a pill.”

You shake your head.

“Then calm down.”

You try. Your hands smooth over the cotton fabric of your minidress. Once. Twice. Three times. Again, and again and again. But the tears don’t stop. Your head falls to your chest.

“Fuck.” He grunts. There is a split second where he’s all but throwing you into the backseat. You can feel your dress ride up and you know you flash him and when you’re situated, he looks at his watch as says, “You have about fifteen minutes to cry and then you have to be out there.” Before slamming the door.

You beat at the headrest in front of you and sob. He stands with his back to the door as if nothing is happening. This is why Hajime didn’t put any makeup on you. He saw this coming.

You scream into your hands and the fabric of those sheer polyester gloves burns when it rubs against your eyes.

You’d give everything not to be you.

The rest of the tears are silent. You lay your head back and just let them fall with the occasional hiccup here and there. There’s no more relief in screaming after it starts to hurt and it never got you anywhere, anyway.

✮✮✮

It’s more people than you’d expected. You count all the way up to twenty-five. Twenty-two grown men in their underwear, heads bowed in shame and their knees pressed to the shipping yard dirt and gravel. One woman and her two kids are in the same position but wearing the clothes they’d go about their daily lives in. Elementary school uniforms and nursing scrubs.

The two kids cry. They’ve done nothing wrong, and they can’t understand what’s going on.

At least one hundred people are standing around watching this, and you are the only one who seems to feel anything. Rindou has his arm resting over your shoulders and when you look at his face, it’s blank. Ran’s too.

Kakucho brings in a last man. He’s been beaten. Some of his nails are missing. He limps when he walks. Rindou and his brother titter. Of course they find this is funny. How long has it been since they’ve been full people?

The man bows to the detained before turning his back to them and getting on his knees. There’s a moment of breathlessness before the kids run to be at his side, hugging his half-naked body. They’re screaming and crying and begging their dad to tell them what’s happening. He stays silent. Everyone does.

Twenty-six people in total will die.

Mikey, Haruchiyo and Hajime appear. You can hear every one of their footsteps.

“Apologize to the team you let down.” Hajime isn’t yelling, yet his voice is strikingly clear.

The man yells. “I’m sorry for steering you all wrong and now you have to die because of my mistakes.” He’s shaking. Despite his confident voice, every inch of him is wrought with fear. There’s no denying it.

“Now apologize to them individually,” Hajime commands. The warm wind lifts his hair, and he almost looks like God. Mikey stands silently beside him and Sanzu stalks back and forth between the rows of men with a gun in his hand. You can tell he’s eager to do this. He’s more dressed up than you’ve ever seen him. Everyone is.

“Nakamura Touma!” There’s a loud wail at the sound of the name. “I’m sorry!”

Haruchiyo is quick. There’s the sound of a gun being fired, the woman’s scream, and grown men crying.

It’s real. You see the brain matter splatter on to the people nearest to Touma. You watch everyone flinch at the sound. The kids cower into their father. The woman folds in on herself to sob.

You stand in shock.

“Maekawa Yuichi! I’m sorry!”

It’s nothing for Haruchiyo to kill again. It’s just as fast as the last time. He executes the man with a smile. There are no second thoughts or regrets. He just lines his gun up and pulls the trigger.

This time, you’re not frozen in fear. You turn away at the sound of another namel. You’re faced with Ran’s chest and there’s a scuffle between you and both brothers. They force you to turn around.

It’s just in time for Haruchiyo to locate the man and put him to death.

“Don’t you ever turn your back. It’s bad manners.” Rindou jeers into your ear.

Your head falls as you start to cry again. Rindou’s hand comes to your hair to force your head back up. You’re met with an unreadable glance from Hajime.

The bodies fall name after name. Some men pee on themself before being done away with. It’s too cruel for you. You’ve never wanted to live in a world like this.

The numbers whittle down until the man is left with his wife and kids.

“Say sorry to your family.” Hajime sounds actually angry. The man doesn’t speak. It seems like the impact comes before the actual kick to the head Hajime delivers. The kids scurry away as Koko yells.

“Tell your wife you’re sorry!” He leans into the man’s ear. “Are you deaf?”

“Emiko!” He projects over the shrill screams of his children. “I’m sorry. Our financial troubles are my fault and I should have told you what was going on. I did this behind your back and it’s my fault—“

The sound of Sanzu’s gun going off is its own sick timer. He’s killed the wife before her husband can fully apologize.

Hajime is stoic. Unbothered. The kids’ screaming explodes into something worse. Something indescribable. They’re the type of screeches that claw at your insides and assure you’ll never be well again.

“Dead or orphaned?” Sanzu shouts to the man. It’s a question that’s impossible to answer.

✮✮✮

The screams have died. Non-executive members clear out. The Haitanis stay right next to you. Your feet are cemented into the earth. They gather around you as if you’re leading them.

Mikey speaks.

“Mochi, find someone to clean this up by tonight.” His voice is low, the wind is louder. He speaks calmly and precisely. “Rindou. Ran. Find the oldest son and ex wife. Kill them.”

They don’t object. They just nod.

“I’m going home.” Is the last thing he says before turning away. Haruchiyo trails after him.

They all disperse like nothing happened

Ran pets your head before heading to his car. Rindou bumps you with his elbow before leaving, too.

It’s like nothing happened.

Blood, piss, the salt of your tears, cologne. You can smell it in the air as you’re dragged back into the car.

Your stomach churns and your mouth feels like it’s full of slime. There’s spit filling your mouth and in place of crying, you vomit.

It’s stomach acid and that sandwich. You cough and then more stomach acid comes up. Hajime rubs your back as you lean over. All stomach acid comes up the next time.

You hyperventilate, trying to catch your breath. Spit drips off of your lips. You start to shake and you’re finally able to make a noise for the first time in minutes.

You let out a caterwaul. It rips itself through your vocal cords and punches out all the air in your body.

“It’s okay. You’re okay.” Hajime helps you into the passenger seat as you howl. It’s agony.

When he takes his seat you try to speak, but all you can do is let out tortured noises.

Your hands reach out to grab him and you bawl into his chest. When his hands come up in an effort to comfort you, something snaps.

You’re swinging without thought, and you don’t stop. You hit everything, but you know you mean to hit him. You punch and slap him over and over. Even the steering wheel is a victim of your fury.

For a moment, Hajime is letting you have this. Then there’s a switch where he’s on top of you with his hands around your neck and your heeled feet flailing to kick him.

It’s cramped, and every sound feels as loud as Haruchiyo’s gun.

“Stop.” He speaks gently as he strangles you.

You manage a sound resembling “why?” but you don’t know what you’re asking it for.

What?

His hair drapes like a beautiful curtain around you. You’re running out of air and your fingers are gripping at his wrists. Your dress is up your back. You can’t calm down.

“I said stop.”

You quit flailing. He lets you go. You hack and sit up as he returns to the driver’s seat.

You sob the entire way home.

✮✮✮

“There’s vomit on your dress.” He speaks softly as he unzips you and drops the new dress to the floor.

He slides your gloves off and takes a chance to feel at each of your hands. Next, your bra. He gropes your breasts with fervor. He hasn’t been this rough before a bath, ever.

You can only let it happen. You can see yourself from above as it happens. Your hair is messed up and you’re slouched over like a broken animatronic. You don’t move.

From above, you see him drop to his knees and kiss your stomach. You hear his voice like it’s being played on a shitty speaker.

“I couldn’t think of another way of showing you how well I protect you.”

You see yourself nod.

“You’ve been difficult lately, and I wanted to- I don’t know.” His hands grip at your hips. He puts his forehead against your stomach. “There’s people like that man that would’ve killed you.” He says, muffled.

He looks back up at you with teary eyes. “I’m just trying to keep you safe and I want to take care of you, but—” He searches for the words. “I don’t know how to show you that you’re better here with me.”

Your body nods.

“Please forgive me. I’m sorry.”

He hugs your waist with his face to your stomach.

You stand frozen as you return to your body.

#lived this kinda #kidding but this is what the abuse felt like a lot of the time #haven't felt happiness in like two weeks lmao #tw: abuse #tokyo rev x reader #bonten x reader #tw: violence

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ladykailitha · 1 year

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Telling It Like It Is Part 1

This one will be updated differently in smaller parts as we have now gotten to the point where my stories are much, MUCH longer. But I won’t be tagging. My ADHD would freak out. Masterlist or read it here on AO3

Jonathan slipped out back with a six pack of beers, thrilled that Steve was alone for the first time in weeks. He sat down next to Steve on the lounge chair and handed him a beer.

Steve popped lid off both their beers and took a sip. “Thanks, man.”

Jonathan nodded and they drank in silence for a bit.

“They aren’t tearing up my house, are they?” Steve asked, jerking his thumb behind them.

“Nah,” Jonathan said with a grin. “I made sure to put Eddie on guard duty. Those kids will behave for him.”

Steve nodded. Eddie and Jonathan being here was one of the reasons he went outside for a smoke. He could trust them to keep the chaos to a minimum.

He down the rest of the beer and popped open another one.

“Look, you know I don’t like you,” Jonathan began. Steve let out a chuckle. “But I respect the hell out you and that a good place to be.”

“Same,” Steve said. “I don’t think I could ever like you after...well everything I guess. But I trust you. And that’s important to me.”

“Nice to see us on the same page,” Jonathan agreed. “This will make what I have to say easier. On both of us, I think.”

Steve looked down the six pack. “That why you brought the beer?”

Jonathan laughed. “A bit.” He rubbed his hand on his jeans. “Listen close, because if you tell anyone about this conversation I will deny it and pull out all the pictures from middle school and turn them into fliers.”

Steve laughed. “Whatever say, man. No one is going to believe me anyway.”

Jonathan cocked his head. “Fair. But you need to hear this from me and not anyone else, because you won’t believe it from anyone else.”

Steve frowned. “What?”

“Now, I wasn’t there for any of these moments, but I’ve heard it from them,” he said, taking a deep breath. “Bullshit, douche, and douchebag. Sound familiar?”

Steve flinched with every word. He nodded and then pinched his nose and rubbed it.

“From what I gather only Eddie apologized?” Jonathan pressed.

Again he nodded, not trusting himself to speak.

“So take it from me, Steve,” Jonathan said. “You weren’t ever any of those things.”

“But I–” Steve said.

Jonathan cut him off. “You were a scared kid with abandonment issues who followed the first people who said that they liked you.”

“But–”

“And just like with your fucking parents, their love was conditional, wasn’t it?” Jonathan pressed. “Because I sure the hell didn’t see them around after your so-called fall from grace.”

“I left them,” Steve said weakly.

“You want to know why?” he asked.

“I take it you’re going to tell me anyway,” Steve murmured.

“Because deep down, Steve, you were always a good person.” Jonathan finished his beer and wiped his mouth. “I think your very presence kept them in check because they got worse. You were always the first in line to apologize when you thought you’d done something wrong. And yeah, protecting those kids wasn’t an option, it was something you had to do as the oldest of the bunch, but you stuck around. You think Tommy or Billy would have?”

Steve shook his head. He knew that they wouldn’t have. “I made myself useful because I didn’t have anyone else.”

Jonathan stared at him. “Holy shit, dude. This is way worse than I thought.”

Steve reared back his head in confusion. “What do you mean?”

“You think those kids, Eddie, Robin, Nancy, you think they are only still around because of the fancy house and nice car?”

Steve hung his head, but that was answer enough for him.

“Dude, I couldn’t say for sure about anyone else,” he said, shaking his head. “But my mom, Claudia Henderson, and Wayne Munson have been fighting for months who gets to adopt you when your parents finally disown you.”

Steve raised his head slowly. “Why?”

“Because they see you take care of their kids as if they are your own, and you deserve better than the Harrington name.”

Steve thought about it. “Oh. I’m wanted?”

It took everything Jonathan had not to cry. He barely held it together with Will, and now Steve Harrington. And no way in hell was he going to shed a tear for this dude.

“Yeah, you are,” he said. He stood up and gave Steve’s shoulder a squeeze. “Just think about what I said, okay?”

Steve looked up. “Yeah. Yeah, I will. Thanks.”

Jonathan nodded and went back inside.

Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Epilogue

#my writing #stranger things #steddie #jancy #rockie stranger things #jonathan byers is saint in this #i love steve's friends #but sometimes it takes an outsider #to tell it like it is #ladykailtiha writes

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i already know what the story behind the picture is but please explain it anyway we need to educate the masses

oh my god thank you for enabling me ive been thinking about this all day. regarding this post i made yesterday and this classic image (which i actually just found out was posted seven years ago today!)

basically as can be read in the post at BigFest in 2016 somebody had what i believe was a fan-made prop based on the laptop from season 2 of gravity falls. alex hirsch attended this convention and decided to type in the password to the laptop. we never learned the password in the show so lots of people were excited to find out!

a HUGE thing to note here is that journal 3 was still months away from releasing and in fact while a couple pages had been released as promotional material it was still being worked on until, like... gosh i wanna say may is when they finally started printing it? don't quote me on that though my point is that this was all taking place pre-journal 3 and, therefore, many fans were still operating under the (sensible) impression that the laptop which

had been designed by fiddleford

had been built by fiddleford

had fiddleford's name on it

said "PROPERTY OF F" on it (at this point it had been established through promo images that "F" referred to fiddleford)

was assumed to be fiddleford's by, like, four different main characters

was given to and used by fiddleford following s2e7

fiddleford presumably knew the password to

would also belong to fiddleford. right? i mean logically. logically, guys.

so when alex hirsch revealed that the password had been "STANFORD" all along, people thought that was a little bit... well

of course, a couple months later journal 3 would be published and it would say that the laptop had actually been STANFORD'S, not fiddleford's, and that he had made the password his own name. so technically i lied in my earlier post, there IS a heterosexual explanation for this, but imo it's still bullshit. like sorry i don't believe for a fucking second that stanford "i need to encode all of my messages in multiple ciphers and write in invisible ink" pines would ever make a password as simple as his own name. he wouldve picked like something with six different layers of alternate meanings and also put it through atbash at the VERY least. also as i listed above there is a LOT of evidence which would support the laptop belonging to fiddleford, as opposed to ford, which has this random retcon (and like... some of the computer keys are different colors? i guess?? idk that bit was stupid) as its only supporting evidence.

my theory is that, while writing the show, alex and the other writers had intended for the laptop to belong to fiddleford, but for whatever reason, when they were writing the book, they decided to make it ford's instead. i want to make clear that i DON'T think this swap was motivated by homophobia, or as a reaction to seeing people interpret the password in a gay way. by the time that this photo was taken several promotional journal pages had been released, so it's safe to say that even if they were still adding the finishing touches to the book, it was pretty much in its final stage and in fact might have already started printing (i think the first photos we see of the book itself were posted like a week or two after bigfest). so to assume that there's a correlation there is both unfounded and extremely unlikely.

now, the stargazing scene reprint, on the other hand

#long post #gravity falls #fiddauthor #<- why the fuck not. it's midnight no one can judge me #why are you as a man making your computer password the name of the man you live alone in the woods with #sorry anon i doubt think this is what you had in mind when you said “explain it” LMAO #tales of the wild zeep #uhhh a couple other notes #1. i do not know who made the laptop prop at bigfest. i assumed it was a fan but i wasn't there i really don't know #2. i said may is when they started printing the book but i have literally no source for that #it is a guess based on when promotional photos were being posted #3. i say “fiddleford presumably knew the password to [the laptop]” and i just wanted to explain my reasoning there #basically in s2e10 fiddleford says that he “fixed” the laptop and is shown using it #we also see it at the start of the following episode being used to monitor the activity of the portal #now. i am not a computer engineer. i am mediocre with computers at best.#but based on what i have been told. when you are faced with a password screen. there are two ways to proceed #one way is to reset the computer's hard drive entirely‚ to... “erase its memory” if you will #however this would result in one being unable to access any of the information which had previously been stored there #considering that we see fiddleford using the laptop to monitor the portal's activity i believe that its files must have been intact #so we can rule out resetting as an option #the other way to proceed is by. um. knowing the password. and entering it #so THAT'S why i say that he PRESUMABLY knew the password.#now it's entirely possible that he was able to hack into the laptop or something. he is a mechanical genius and he built it after all #i'm just saying that i think it's far more likely that he just. knew the password.#which is honestly really funny and still kind of gay if you believe the whole “the laptop was actually ford's” thing #why are you as a man telling your computer password to the man you live alone in the woods with when you wont even write it in your diary #fucking apologies for this OCEAN of tags. ive done taxes all day im an adult im allowed to infodump about old hyperfixations as a treat

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diggingupgrave · 11 months

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Magnificently Cursed... the blog post ✨

🕰🍂🕯🌿📔🧣🌙

My writing log says it’s been exactly a year since I started writing Magnificently Cursed, my Dark Academia Inuokko Magic School AU! I find summer to be insufferable (my apologies to the sun) so I took an escape hatch to an early fall last year and immediately fell down this massive rabbit hole. Not only did I write the whole fic and make overly-intricate graphics for each chapter… I also made a ton of other content that I simply didn’t have enough time to post! (Fall is but one season… unless you’re me, and it’s two, because fuck summer) So as a little anniversary gift to me, I’m going back through the archives and finally putting everything in one place.

Let’s start with the character mood boards, shall we?

Toge Inumaki:

I wanted Toge to have an earthy/natural, vintage-y feel, while Yuuta was all sleek and new. I’m still completely obsessed with this library-lizard aesthetic for Toge.

I low-key wound up buying a brown sweater after searching online for literal hours just like the one in the upper left so we could twin. That duffle coat still has my whole heart. Lavender mug inspired by Neara 🥺

Yuuta Okkotsu:

The lil ghostie patch 😭 I still think Yuuta would look hot as hell in all these clothes- especially the speckle-y fisherman sweater. Coat game is strong here as well.

... so is it obvious that I spend too much time on Canva yet? 😅

The Timeline:

My outline wasn’t outlining and I resorted to making an in-world calendar to make sure the dates were realistic. Each chapter is a different color, and the lines represent what days the chapters covered in-world. The corresponding stars represented each chapter’s posting dates… except the real life dates didn’t line up with the fictional dates (rude), so those thursdays were actually saturdays? I think? I'm actually not 100% sure what past me was up to here, to be totally honest 😅

(also, politely ignore that bit that says “epilogue - december” 💀i’ll get to it when i get to it. I don’t really like the idea of it being *over* so maybe i'll just gatekeep that bit forever)

⬆️ Example of aforementioned “outlining,” which, yes, is unfortunately littered with as many potential tweets as actual organization 💀

Not pictured: the outline for the first three chapters… when i thought this fic… would only *be* three chapters. 🪦

Writing Log:

I wrote all 92k between July 13th and September 13th (including 60k in August, nanowrimo style)!

Honestly would love to know what her regimen was because i immediately went back to being slow and undisciplined. I don’t foresee this coming august looking anything like this, lol.

Also, sidenote, hilarious that I took a break to work on it would make a whole in the middle of this? Because I literally just finished that piece this week and posted it today 😅

The Playlist:

Spotify proving that July 13th commitment! If you start a wip without procrastinating and making a playlist for two hours first... did you really start a new wip?

The playlist was three and a half hours and i would listen to it nearly every day, sometimes multiple times in a day 💀. Listen during a rainstorm for peak vibes.

(other favs not pictured: The Butterflly Effect’s cover of “Lay All Your Love on Me,” Sabrina Carpenter’s “Decode,” Liz Longley’s “Rescue My Heart,” and "Nothing's Gonna Happen" by The Staves)

Bonus:

(fall baking... toge's fav pumpkin muffins of course)

(my toge sweater knockoff)

(editing buddy... clearly working very hard)

(cider donut cider... for the ✨vibes✨)

(obsessively drinking massive pots of harney and son’s victorian london fog tea as i tried to interpret my own bullshit)

(me celebrating actual halloween like i didn't start in july)

.... ANYWAY (if you made it this far 😅) many thanks to anyone who read/kudos/commented/supported this fic, because (if you can't tell already) i had so much fun writing it.

Currently, working on another longfic rn that's also promising to destroy my life... but you never forget your first 😘

#jujutsu kaisen #toge inumaki #yuuta okkotsu #inuokko #dark acamedia

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0junemeatcleaver0 · 9 months

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Anonsense: A Deconstruction of a Bad Faith Argument

I honestly don't know why I'm even posting this. Will it be helpful for people who don't know how to immediately clock a bad faith argument? The people pleasers who might feel compelled to answer every anon no matter what? I hope so.

Do I have a bit of a bee in my bonnet after being woken up at 4am because I forgot to silence my phone only to see this bullshit after living through the most stressful week of my fucking life?? Also yes.

Whatever. At best this is a learning moment, at worst it's an opportunity to point and laugh at someone who thinks they deserve a Nobel Peace Prize for failing at being real pussy cunt-cunt in a stranger's inbox.

I am confused. You haven't watched the show but you hate the show...? Correct! You can, in fact, hate a thing you've only gotten a taste of. I saw the trailer (you know, the thing networks release to get you interested in a show?) and didn't care for what they were doing. That opinion was only cemented when I saw the ridiculous clip of Louis chasing a fucking goat around.

Something fans of colour especially black fans talk of so enthusiastically and fondly? You're right, VC fans of color are all a monolith and all enjoy the show. And the fact that I--a rando white person--hate the show is mortally wounding to them all. This is in no way infantalizing to fans of color, to imply that I somehow have enough power as some random person to ruin their good time by making posts about how silly I think this show is--posts I don't tag so that fans of the show don't have to see them.

And these fans aren't always show onlies. I know. I've talked to a few of them. They seem nice.

Idk if this ask is going to come off as bait Yes you do. You absolutely know that. And if you didn't know that, that was your clue to go back to the drawing board re: how to phrase what you meant in a good faith way.

-think of it as you will How kind of you. Thanks for the permission.

but this...you realize this comes off as some type of way, don't you? Only to the people who are actively looking to be upset, yes. And I don't care about those people. They are not of my concern.

You have had an ask that you published where the anon says they don't care that "certain demographics" of people are loving AMC. That's very very sus. 'Very very sus'. Am I suddenly on Twitter? Anyway. You do realize that book-only fans are constantly accused of belittling all show fans no matter what we say, right? That it's much more likely that anon said "certain demographics" meaning "the fraction loud, obnoxious fans who will accuse you of being immoral for not liking the show" and "people who never read the books and have nothing to compare it to" and not as some dogwhistle to mean "fans of the global majority", right? Also, my memory is shit. I may have used that phrase and if so, see the above reasoning for why I used it but also if I didn't: Why am I being held accountable for a random person's choice of wording?? I'm not anon's mom.

I don't particularly care if you answer or not. I'm sure. That's why you wrote an essay in my inbox. To not get a response.

If you block. I did. Fuck outta here.

I just had to put it there. Did you? What was the goal in this? Do you even know?

Maybe this is rude as per tumblr etiquettes. It's pretty rude regardless, but hey what do I know. I'm no Emily Post.

But this was just so odd as I am new to both the book and show fandom and while going through blogs I found yours So what I'm hearing is you're missing a lot of context for what's been going on around here and you've not realized that, is what I'm hearing. And you're either purposefully ignoring of didn't wait to find the many, many posts I've made detailing why I personally think the show is bad, why I think the white cishet frat bro turned wanna be auteur showrunner is doing a bad job of including characters of color in the text, the reblogs of fans of color who have brought up similar points, etc?

Stretch before you reach this hard, anon.

#talk hard #anonsense

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sword-dad-fukuzawa · 1 year

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HEY. UR TRIGUN META HAS BEEN DRIVING ME NUTS FOR A WEEK. so about worm moon. ever since you've mentioned it i've been going oh strong temptation after 150 years 30 days in the desert vibes. and. the fucking specific details about the two of them are driving me CRAZY. the way they could have been there in the emptiness of vash's darkest moments when he lets his mask fall in the isolation of the desert. the inhumanity of it all is so fantastic...the way that zazie is another force of nature that loves vash but! is removed from the extreme dichotomy of vash vs knives and plants vs humans, and something older!!! it's gotta be one of vash's complexes that he and knives are? i think the oldest folks on the planet? idk what's going on with that dr but if not the oldest then def among them, and the oldest are supposed to support and guide the younger, but zazie is so much older. he can't hurt them in any way that matters! they don't really care about the specifics of the situation beyond its impact on the planet, so for once they might not be another voice asking him what side he's on. or at least it'll be genuine curiosity or needling, not because he's hurt them. they don't need him. what a relief and pain that must be. anyway idk if that's your read on the situation or where they're going but i'm real excited to see where u take it after opening tumblr every morning and heading over here to get punched in the face with trigun feels over my cereal. ur takes on nai are phenomenal.

i'm real excited to see where u take it after opening tumblr every morning and heading over here to get punched in the face with trigun feels over my cereal. ur takes on nai are phenomenal.

okay first of all this made me giggle so hard. thank you, i'm very glad my insanity is contagious and also brings you joy!

SECOND OF ALL OKAY ZAZIEVASH. HRGHH ZAZIEVASH

i absolutely LOVE that thought about zazie being there for vash's darkest moments. i've been going with the idea that zazie is technically omniscient when it comes to stuff happening on gunsmoke but has a limited attention span, but i think they would notice their favorite not-human having a breakdown in the middle of an empty desert. i think also that vash's devouring loneliness would be assuaged, somewhat, by the knowledge that zazie is always there with him in some form or another. if not in their physical form then as the sand beneath his feat and the insects buzzing past and the air in his lungs. zazie's love means he will never be truly alone again.

they don't need him.

fuck, the absolute rictus of agony this thought puts me in (in a good way). they don't need him. you're entirely right.

vash is characterized by what he can do for others (violently, in stampede). it's how he characterizes himself, to his detriment. he's the hanged man, the martyr, the saint. but we also know that in trimax when he's up against knives, he calls himself "a gunman. just a simple gunman." but we all know that's bullshit.

yet with zazie? with zazie? that can be true. zazie is the planet, zazie is as old as the molten rocks that formed gunsmoke and the first worms that developed consciousness. zazie has no need of him. they were there long before him and will be there long after, and zazie can't be killed in any way that matters. holy shit, that really must be such a relief for vash. for once, he doesn't need to sacrifice himself for the person he loves, doesn't need to bleed for them, doesn't need to do anything for them but exist and love them back. that's insane. it's like having the softest possible place to land, for vash the stampede.

like i feel like he'd have a bit of a crisis about that initially (how else can he express!! that he cares about them!! if it's not hurting himself for their sake!! what!!) but once they've settled into a routine it would be such a comfort. god. genuinely thank you so much for sending this ask in i need to lie down <- too many blorbo thoughts in too short a time

#zazie the beast #vash the stampede #zazievash #trigun #trigun stampede

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currentlyfckingurmom · 11 months

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Her Song part 9

It's five o'clock on a Saturday morning. I don't want to be awake right now. Whose dumb idea was it to open a coffee shop, anyway?

I roll out of bed and check my phone, seeing a message from Willow. She wants to go out tonight. I have nothing to lose, so I agree. I can't help but think of Florence as I type out a response. She never leaves my mind, but she has a boyfriend so why should I feel guilty?

This past week has been so confusing. Last Friday she was being all touchy with Zach, but then she acted all jealous when I was talking to Willow. When we're alone, it's like nothing else even matters. It's just me and her, and an undeniable tension that forms whenever our eyes meet. She flirts. At first, I thought I was imagining it, but Ash confirmed it. 'Dude, she definitely wants to fuck' as Ash put it. I wouldn't quite say that, but to each their own.

Scarlett keeps pushing us together, too. She's come to the shop with Florence every day this week, and she never fails to slip not-so-subtle innuendos into the conversation. I just wish someone could be my balance of reasoning—someone who gives me their honest opinion and helps navigate all this bullshit. Ash is a great friend, but not the best at giving advice.

Groaning into my pillow, I begrudgingly roll out of bed and trudge into the bathroom to take a shower. The hot water cascades down my face, enveloping my body in a bath of calm. My thoughts aren't silenced, but they're quieter now.

I slip on some baggy ripped jeans and a Led Zeppelin t-shirt, layering it with an oversized flannel. One major perk of being my own boss is that there's no dress code. I tie on my Doc Martens and brush my teeth as I walk to Syd's room, opening the door and telling her to wake up. After making some breakfast, we're ready to leave by 6:30, and we arrive at the shop around 6:45.

"Fifteen minutes to spare," I mumble as I unlock the doors and usher Syd inside. Ash shows up within a few minutes and we crank up the music, starting the day with laughs and excessive espresso shots. Syd grabs a book off the shelf and sits on the floor, reading in the middle of the aisle, but I don't have the energy to tell her to move.

We easily deal with the morning rush of early birds getting their coffee. Florence shows up around eight, but she's not alone. Walking in behind her are Scarlett and...Elizabeth Olsen?

"Good morning, Y/N," Scarlett calls.

"Good morning, darling," Florence says absentmindedly, waving to Syd. I nearly melt at the nickname 'darling' but manage to hold it together.

"Morning, guys. I see you brought a new guest."

"Yes, hi! I'm Elizabeth, but you can call me Lizzie," she introduces herself with a kind smile, shaking my hand.

"Hi, Lizzie. I'm Y/N," I laugh lightly. "Would you like to order?"

"I'll have a chai tea latte with oat milk?"

"Coming right up! And I'm assuming the usual for you both?" I ask Scarlett and Florence, both of whom nod in response.

"And it's for here," Florence adds. I smile to thank her for already knowing what I was going to ask.

"Tu feras le thé? Je ferai le café et le café au lait," I tell Ash, divvying up the orders. She gets to work on Florence's tea and I make Scarlett's and Lizzie's. We quickly have the drinks made and served.

My phone vibrates and I check my phone, seeing a message from my dad.

Dad: I booked a flight up next Monday and a flight back on the following Saturday. Does that work for you?

Well it's a little late to ask now, considering you already booked the flight, I think to myself.

Me: Yeah, that works. See you then.

I slide my phone back into my pocket and sigh, refraining from rolling my eyes. Syd will be excited to see him. I'm doing this for Syd. It's just for a few days.

"Hey, everything okay?" Florence murmurs, resting her hand on my arm.

"Yeah, it's fine. Just my dad," I assure her.

"So, Y/N, what made you want to open your own coffee shop?" Lizzie asks genuinely.

"Couldn't afford college," I joke, although that's pretty much the truth. She laughs and Florence gives me a boyish grin, locking her gaze onto mine. "What made you want to act?" I ask Lizzie in return.

"Ooh, good one. Um, I guess it's always something I knew I wanted to do. There were times when my sisters' fame made me want to back out, but I love acting. It's a way to escape everything, I guess."

"Damn," I pause. "That's a much better answer than mine."

"You know, I think I like her," Lizzie tells Scarlett and Florence.

"Join the club," Ash mumbles with a sarcastic smile.

"Let me see your phone," Lizzie commands. I do as she says, raising an eyebrow as she types away. "There, now you have my number. And I put yours in my phone, too."

"Hey, that's not fair," Florence whines. "She was my friend first."

"I can give it to you," Lizzie tells her.

"No, no. I wanna make her work for it," I demand, staring into Florence's eyes as I speak. She swallows and breaks eye contact, chuckling nervously. I smirk lightly to myself, celebrating a victory in our nonexistent competition.

"Oh, I see," Lizzie says with a half-smile.

"Hey, we should all go out tonight," Scarlett suggests. "There's a new club, super low-key. Y/N, you'll love it."

"As amazing as that sounds, I can't. I, uh, I have a date tonight." Florence's smile falls and she looks down at the floor. I nervously play with a napkin and try to swallow my guilt. She has a boyfriend.

"Damn, another time then. Have fun on your date though," Scarlett says, wiggling her eyebrows. I playfully roll my eyes, wondering why I'm not the least bit excited.

"Yeah, have fun on your date," Florence says quietly, the smile still absent from her face. "We should get going." She abruptly gets up and walks away, waiting at the door.

"Oh, uh, I guess we're leaving. Have a good day," Lizzie says. Scarlett waves and sends me an apologetic smile as they walk out of the shop.

"Wait, I didn't give you a song...recommendation," I call after them, trailing off because they were already gone.

Ash whistles lowly, draping her arm around my shoulder. "That is quite the situation you've found yourself in, my friend."

"What do you mean?"

"She's got a boyfriend but you're totally infatuated with her, and she gets jealous when you have a date."

"Well what do you suggest I do?" I inquire helplessly.

"Honestly, I don't know. Show her what she's missing. Use that jealously to your advantage," she advises, poking my ribcage.

"That's a horrible idea, Ashlynn. Like, astonishingly horrendous. And immature. And toxic."

"I'm just saying, going to a club with them would be the perfect opportunity."

"Ash, no."

Well...maybe. No, definitely not. Unless...no, I can't do that. Can I?

#florence pugh x y/n #florence pugh #florence pugh x reader #florence pugh x you #yelena belova

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.:Breaking the Shackles:.

.:InFAMOUS: No Man's Land Chapter 1:.

Hey guys! This is the first time I've posted a proper story onto here, so I am both nervous and excited to share it with you!

Since we probably will never get an InFAMOUS game that takes place after the evil ending of InFAMOUS 2, I figured why not throw my hat into the ring and have some fun with it?

Huge thanks to @rogueshadeaux for helping me out. She's a super talented writer and has her own InFAMOUS story, InFAMOUS: Erosion. Check her out, she's awesome and I have been learning a lot from her guidance.

I don't know if this is needed, but I'm putting it here anyways. MAJOR SOILER WARNING!

The story is from Cole's point of view, so be aware of that.

Buckle up and enjoy the read!

The night sky was clear, save for the odd cloud that passed overhead. The wind lazily blew as the fire before me crackled and popped. I warmed my calloused hands and closed my eyes, letting out a sigh. It had been a couple of weeks since I splintered off from the army I once begrudgingly led. A couple of blissful and quiet weeks of pure freedom.

It is in these times of quiet that I am able to think clearly, able to work out and make sense of all that happened over the past god knows how long. It’s hard to keep track of time when the only thing you can look at is the rising and the falling of the sun. I tossed a piece of splintered wood onto the fire as I began to think back. Think back to where it all began.

To when the shackles of the Messiah were forced upon my neck, arms and legs.

—-

I remember the day I became the Beast. After all that happened, all the pain, John just… Gave up and thrust his powers onto me. It was overwhelming, every nerve-fiber alight. The sensation was… Indescribable. It was heaven and hell all at once. It was… Incredible.

It’s a real shame that this buzz had one hell of a hang-over, the responsibility that John now shirked onto me. The task of raising up the next generation of Conduits. A burden I was now forced to bear, an expectation of greatness. Gee, doesn’t that sound fucking familiar?

In the beginning, everything was… Okay, I guess. I didn’t want to lead, never did and never wanted to, but who else would these people turn to? To them, I was their savior. I cured them of the plague that was ravaging their bodies and gave them powers, of course they were gonna look up to me. As much as I didn’t want to, I had to. I had to be provider, protector, teacher, mediator and all the lovely bullshit that comes from being a glorified baby-sitter of grown ass adults. I never sugar-coated anything; if they couldn’t follow me as I am, they won’t follow me at all.

God, and I thought dealing with Kuo and Nix butting heads with each-other was a real headache…

The only thing that made this hell tolerable was the fact that Kuo wasn’t riding my ass all the time, most likely thinking I’ve “turned a new leaf” and I'd suddenly become a changed man. I couldn’t help but scoff at the stupidity of it all, but who was I to look a gift horse in the mouth?

It wasn’t as bad in the beginning, the small group of fledgling Conduits all indebted to me was easy enough to manage. I could stay on top of everything and make sure they didn’t kill each-other while still having a tiny sliver of time to care for my own needs. Over time, as the numbers grew, so did the headache. It seemed like there was always something that needed my attention and if I ignored it to let them sort it out like adults, Kuo would be oh so helpful and “remind me” to go take care of it. I couldn’t get a moment’s peace, more and more I found myself unable to care for my own needs.

It. Was. Hell.

The responsibility of a savior, the nagging of Kuo, the neglecting of my own needs- God it felt like college all over again. My parents bore down on me when all I wanted was the freedom to do as I wished. A hunger started to grow inside, a need that I sated greatly when I had taken over Empire City and made it my own. A hunger for destruction, a need to take what I wanted. This hunger only grew the more I suppressed it. Every now and again, I would try and sate my hunger: toying with enemies, letting loose with my powers, instilling fear into those who followed me, but every time I tried, that icy bitch would get on my ass. If anything, she seems to be much worse than she was before.

It’s easy for her to say. Easy for her to bark at me from her pedestal and scold me, she’s not the one sacrificing anything and she thinks she has the right to judge me? HA! She abandoned her morality when faced with her own mortality, what high ground does she even have? She doesn’t have a fucking leg to stand on.

While infuriating as it was, as much as I wanted to leave, I felt like I couldn’t. I hated this role I was forced to play. Again and again, I was found in the role of the errand boy. Even with my choice, my choice to go against the “destiny” that Kessler groomed me to have, the greatest act of defiance I have ever committed to finally, finally free myself from this vicious cycle. All I seemed to do was to swap one set of chains for another. The breaker had been tripped and I was done! I wanted to be free!

Yet, I couldn’t be free, as without me… All of my hard work would go to waste. I was the only one who could awaken these dormants, the only hope that some people come out of this alive. Without me, these people would die. It was a burden I didn’t want, but it was one that must be shouldered, one I was forced to bear. These shackles I must wear until the end. This was fact, whether I liked it or not.

That is… Until one day.

The small army of fledgeling and newly fledged Conduits and I had gone through Lawton, Oklahoma. I had leveled the city down to the ground and awakened the Conduits within, but I had noticed that there were… Less Conduits than I thought would in a population of around 90k or so. This had spooked Kuo a bit, making her frantic. She believed that the reason for the lower numbers was due to the Ray Field Plague picking up steam and starting to kill faster. A reasonable train of thought. I would have believed it to be the why had there not been something else that I had noticed before Lawton. Something that had been starting to gnaw at the back of my head.

While Kuo was too busy harping on about me not keeping every Tom, Dick and Harry in line because… Oh I don’t know, I’m only one person. I had been paying attention to what was around me and I had started to pick up on some interesting… Discrepancies, if you will. The kind of disturbances that only Conduits could make: scorch marks with no true source to be seen, areas that looked damaged by various elements with no cause, a slight echo of energy in certain spots. These oddities reminded me of the damage I caused back in the beginning, those two weeks in Empire when I was trying to figure out my powers on my own. It made me start to wonder. Was there something else going on? It couldn’t be another Beast or someone running around with a third Ray Sphere… Could it?

The thoughts only continued to grow as I traveled westward. More signs of Conduit activity, but no Conduits in sight or any signs of an activation method. I started to ponder heavily, was it possible for a Conduit to activate themselves?

I got my answer as I traveled deeper through the Great Plains.

It was there I saw them, the “missing Conduits.” I stood in shock as I watched as two small gangs of super-powered humans clashed. Powers of all kinds and creeds striking and igniting the area with colors and damage. If that wasn’t enough, these Conduits weren’t rookies either, the way they used their powers reminded me a bit of the gangs back in Empire City. They had experience.

They had been awakened long before I came. Now the pieces were falling into place as I gawked at these… Free-Ranged Conduits as they fought. For what, I didn’t know, but all I knew was it looked like one hell of a party and I wanted in. That feeling, that urge, my hunger, it now burned hotter than before. I was about to rush down before I felt a cold hand on my shoulder, stopping me.

I turned my head and let out a low growl when I saw it was Kuo, stopping me. “Leave them be, Cole. It’s a good thing we figured out the mystery, but we still have a job to do. There are still people who need you.”

We? HAH!! There is no we. The only time she ever lifted a finger was either to bitch at me or when I had to twist her arm to actually get her to be useful and actually help for once. I pull my shoulder away from her touch. “Don’t touch me, Kuo.” I had hissed out at her before continuing onto the next city.

That day, that moment… It never left me.

I continued to see these Wild Conduits as I traveled on. Seeing how free they were. Able to live their lives however they saw fit as they roamed in roving gangs, taking what they wanted, doing as they pleased. Having the freedom that for years I have been starved of. How they turned the Great Plains into a post-apocalyptic playground. Absolutely lawless. Seeing them made my blood boil. They got to be free while I was stuck in a cage. Such thoughts made me grow bitter and even more resentful than I already was. Even nature was reflecting the mounting rage. The clouds darkening and rumbling with thunder as the storm in my heart builds.

I slipped into my old Empire City habits, no mercy, no care. Why should I? It’s not like the world ever gave a damn about me, the only people who ever did are dead. Kuo only cared when I was doing the things she wanted me to do and the people I commanded didn't give a shit either. The hatred burning and gnawing away at my chest like a rabid animal, demanding I do something, anything, to let it free. To sate my long suppressed needs, to take care of myself for once, just as I had done before. I started to do just that, little by little. My attacks on cities became more brutal, my training and sparring more harsh and unforgiving, my temper growing shorter. The relief I felt was welcomed, but short-lived as soon afterwards; the screeching icy harpy would be at it again. Bitching at me, screaming at me, interrogating me, undoing all of the progress I made. One step forward and ten steps back. It doesn’t take a genius to see the obvious, I was a ticking time-bomb. All Kuo was doing was adding more gunpowder to the mix and shortening the fuse.

It was only a matter of time before I blew a gasket, and that day came sooner than anyone thought.

It was only two short weeks after that moment, I remember it well. A pained scream rang out as I had thrown a pair of Fledged Conduits onto the ground, having beaten them senseless. They were getting into an argument about something; what it was, I didn’t give a shit. If they wanted to fight so much, I'd give it to ‘em. Now the two lay in the dirt, battered, bruised and pleading for mercy. I was about to knock them out when I heard the ear-piercing screech of that ice bitch. I felt the temp drop as she teleported over.

“What in the HELL do you think you’re doing??” She screamed indignantly at me. I turn my head to look at her, my eyes glowing with fury.

“What does it look like I’m doing? Dweedle Dee and Dweedle Dumbass wanted to have a scrap, I just gave them what they wanted. Is that a problem, Kuo?” My voice dripped with venom as I said her last name.

“What in God’s name has gotten into you? I shouldn’t have to tell you not to take your anger out on these people!” Her voice was like a fork on glass, piercing and painful. “You're a leader to these people! You can't just beat the shit out of them just because they piss you off!”

My face curled into a snarl as I walked up to her, I could feel the electricity in my arms building up as I got closer to her. “I can’t fucking win with you, can I?” I growl at her as I loom over her. “If I do something, you’re bitching and if I don't do something, you’re bitching! So which is it, huh? Do you want me to do something when these idiots act up or do you want me to let them sort out their shit on their own?”

“What I want you to do is to be responsible for once in your life!” Kuo screeches out. “These people rely on you, Cole! You can't just do whatever you want! You saved them, you must protect them! It's your duty!” Those words. Those fucking words. It felt like my blood was replaced with hot plasma hearing the pure and utter audacity she has. She was a hypocrite.

A crash of red lightning overhead as I finally snapped. That’s. It.

Before she could speak another word, I raised my hand and unleashed a torrent of electricity dead center in her head. The force of the shock sent her flying backwards as the crimson glow of the bolts changed to a color I haven’t seen, a hue I had missed.

Black and red.

I walked over to Kuo as she laid on the ground, her eyes looking up at me dumbly. I could see it in her face, she was gobsmacked. She tried to get up to shout at me again, her hands forming the tell-tale mist that she was going to fire back a volley of her own ice, but I shocked her again before she got the chance. She writhed in pain on the ground as I stared at her, electricity arcing off of my arms and thundering rumbling above us. She slowly tries to get to her feet as she gets control of her body.

“Cole! Have you lost your mind??” Her voice screams out, full of fear and indignation.I couldn’t help but to scoff.

“Lost it? No Kuo, if anything. I have found it.” I growl out with a sneer. “I’ve put up with your bitching and hypocrisy for far too long and I’m done.”

Kuo looks at me with that stupid shocked look, like she hadn’t known this had been a long time coming. “Are you giving up?” She gasps. “Wake up, Cole! This isn’t something you can-” I zap her again before she can utter another word.

“No! You’re the one who needs to wake up, Kuo! It must be real easy barking demands and telling people what to do while you get to sit on your ass. Not even lifting a finger to help unless I force you to help me.” My voice dripped in malice and hatred as I got into her face. “It’s so easy to yap and bitch while not having to do any of the hard work or make any sacrifices.” I can tell she wanted to say something, but she seems to have enough sense to shut up, especially since the Beast is staring her down.

“What? No retort? No backtalk? Good!” I snap. “It’s high time you shut up and truly listen to me for once in your damn life.” I could feel eyes around me as I could feel the others coming around and spectating in fear. “They way you talk and act; you think being a leader, being a messiah, is a walk in the fucking park. You’re not the one sacrificing. You’re not the one bearing the weight of everything on your shoulders, having to neglect your own needs and go against your very nature because there’s always somebody who needs your help.” I could feel the static building on my skin as my mind rushed with thoughts of the past. Of all the moments I had been denied the ability to choose my path. “ You never had to deal with the pain of being forced into a role you never wanted, the feelings of being an animal trapped in a cage.”

“But, Cole…” I hear the harpy’s voice speak up, much meeker than before. “John gave you those powers for a reason, you have a duty to fulfill, a moral obliga-” I hold my hand up and she shuts up again.

“Oh no, don’t you even think about going there with that “moral obligation” bullshit. You don’t have a leg to stand on!” I hiss out, teeth bared. “You’ve always been like this, Kuo. You act all high and mighty but when it came down to the wire, you sold your soul to the devil. You’re no better than me, but at least I’m not a hypocrite like you.” I spat out those words as if they were acid in my mouth. “I know I’m no saint, I never have been and you’re a fucking idiot for even entertaining the thought that I had become a changed man after John shrugged off his responsibility onto me.”

“Look! I get it!” Kuo squeaks out. “You were hesitant to take on this responsibility, but I was trying to help you! Regardless of whether you wanted to be a leader or not, you are now! You have to step up to the plate and be better!”

Was she serious? Was she that dense? Did she not hear anything I said?? “Oh, you don’t like how I do things??” I snarl as I grab her shirt. “You think I’m such a terrible leader! You think being a messiah is so easy, Why don’t you try it!?” Venom dripped off of my words as I growled. “You think you know how to be a better leader, be my fucking guest!” I pushed her back, knocking her onto the ground. “I’ve had it with you, I’ve had it with all of this. I’m done.”

I turned around and began to leave, leaving Kuo in the dirt as terrified onlookers watched me. Hearing Kuo stand up and reach to grab my shoulder, I turned around and unloaded several thousand volts of “fuck you” into her. It wasn’t enough to kill her, but it was enough to hurt like hell. I wanted to make sure my message to her was loud and clear, I was done playing nice.

I stand up on a rock to address the crowd of onlookers. “I’m taking my leave of this hellhole.” I stated, my voice firm and matter-of-fact. I wasn’t going to pussyfoot anymore. “If you want to continue to follow me, I won’t stop you. That’s your choice to make. Just know that if you do, I’m not gonna hold your hand anymore. You sink or swim and you take care of your own shit like adults.” With that, I step down and I walk out into the open plains.

I walked, then I ran, then I sprinted. I could hear Kuo’s voice calling out for me, but I didn’t pay it any mind. My body was filled with adrenaline as I made my mad-dash towards the very thing I have been denied time and time again, like a wild animal broken out of its cage. Freedom.

I ran out into the wildlands and I never looked back.

—-

The fire was starting to dim as I slowly came out of my moment of reminiscing. I had been on my own for a couple of weeks and it was goddamn heaven. I was now doing what I should have been doing from the very beginning; whatever the fuck I wanted. The shackles of the messiah were finally broken and I revel in every second of pure freedom I have. For once in my entire life, I was now truly a free man. I answered to nobody but myself.

I tossed a piece of wood onto the fire to give it a little bit more fuel before I looked out onto the horizon. My lips curled into a genuine smile, the first time in forever. Endless possibilities now at my feet. My eyes catch sight of a small band of roving Wild Conduits and my smile turns to a grin. What lay before me was a lawless world, full of people just as lawless as I.The world before me was a chaotic Eden. Ripe for the picking and now it was time for the Beast to come and play.

I just hope, for their sake, that they’re ready for the storm that is now coming. After all, it wouldn’t be much fun if I broke my new playmates, now would it?

#infamous 2 #infamous #cole macgrath #Xeno Writes #fanfiction #Evil Ending #SPOILERS #tw spoilers #Evil Karma #Lucy Kuo #Also #just a heads up #My dislike for Kuo shows heavily here #So my deepest apologies to any Lucy Kuo fans out there!#Evil Cole #Evil Cole MacGrath #demon of empire city

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15 Questions: Isabel

Thank you @duckingwriting for the tag! I haven't talked about Isabel too much so far so here we go.

I'll tag @vacantgodling, @outpost51, @sam-glade, and @writinglittlebeasts plus an open tag.

Nicea taglist: @kahvilahuhut

1 - Are you named after anyone? Sort of. My deadname was my great-grandfather's name, but we don't talk about that. I first noticed the name Isabel when I was watching figure skating, but I didn't intentionally name myself after a figure skater, so I don't know if that counts.

2 - When was the last time you cried? A couple weeks ago Spinder invited us all to see this romance movie that was cheesy as hell but the climax got to me anyway.

3 - Do you have any kids? I'm decent with kids, but I can't seriously imagine having my own.

4 - Do you use sarcasm? If you don't use enough sarcasm, they revoke your bitch card, and I'm depending on that gender euphoria.

5 - What's the first thing you notice about people? Their hair. I've been shopping around for a new weird hairstyle, because it's been too long since I did anything really interesting with my hair. So far, no dice.

6 - What is your eye color? Brown.

7 - Scary movies or happy endings? Happy endings, but only if they make sense.

8 - Any special talents? I think being good at packing cargo counts. I'm out of practice now, but I used to be decent at trick skating. And I guess playing music and singing at the same time is a skill. My other talents are, hm…age restricted.

9 - Where were you born? Gevorad system. I could be more specific but that's all most people want to know.

10 - What are your hobbies? Music has always been the biggest one. I've been playing piano since I was seven, and I got into guitar later—not to impress boys per se but hey, it worked, so I'm not complaining. Theater also used to be a big one, but not so much now. I still read comics a lot though. Anywhere with good food and live music I will make my hobby. And when I'm planetside I like taking weird routes to stuff to see what I see, if that counts as a hobby.

11 - Do you have any pets? Nah, but my mom has a dog I visit sometimes.

12 - What sports do you or have you played? I've played plenty of sports, but the best is inline hockey. Roller derby's a close second, though. I play with one of the Potswick hockey teams when I'm planetside.

13 - How tall are you? 5' 9". I used to be kind of down about it until I realized I look devastating in heels and honestly that's what I really want.

14 - Favorite subject in school? Hm. [gets a faraway look for a long moment] History. Though it was kind of a wild experience moving from Gevorad to Antarac in high school because I knew the locality history but all the stuff the Ailna kids thought was obvious, I was like, they did what? who? And some of the stuff they "knew" was just groundgrazer bullshit. But at least most of it was funny and didn't escalate into fistfighting.

15 - Dream job? You'd laugh at me if I told you how badly I wanted to be a starlet. I did some theatrical acting, I did some movie auditions, but it really wasn't as glamorous as I thought it would be. And I had a hard time with directors not sharing my vision. Not even because I wanted to be the center of attention. I just didn't want the person whose job it was to tell me what to do to actually tell me what to do. In the end music captured me more anyway, and I think with more realistic expectations that'll be glamorous enough. So, I don't know, local music celebrity?

#Isabel is literally the hungriest of the crew. the Shaggy if you will #she's totally skipping over the part where she has the confidence and knuckle fortitude to end you in a fistfight #I feel like fantastical space setting doesn't have strictly piano and guitar but that's close enough #my new headcanon: actually the old butch from the general store is the hockey coach #it's just like haikyuu lol #wip: nicea #c: Isabel #15 questions #character interview #tag games

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I've got this new tattoo, it reminds me of you

Hi!! Welcome to my fic for Keefitz Week 2023! Thank you so much to Summer (@when-wax-wings-melt) and Avery (@skylilac) for hosting this!! Tragically, I did not finish all of the chapters in time, so keep an eye out!

Read on ao3 here!!

A mix of the prompts, hence the. multichap part.

Keefe Sencen was a maker of bad decisions. Quite frequently, as his friends loved to remind him. In his freshman year of college, his (former) best friend Fitz Vacker had suggested being roommates for their second year. Keefe had enthusiastically agreed.

But then they’d had a falling out over the summer. And he’d forgotten that they’d put in a request to room together. So there he was: Keefe Sencen, 19 years old, clutching a box (that had all of his decorations) as he stared at Fitz. Fitz who’d changed since July, skin darker and freckles more prominent. And fuck. His hair now had a teal streak that matched the colored contacts he wore. Keefe fought back the blush, and gave him a nervous grin.

“Hey, Fitz.”

“Keefe.”

“Keefe! Hey, how’s your summer been?” Thank god for Biana. If she noticed anything wrong, she didn’t say anything, just looping an arm around his shoulders to ruffle his hair.

“Pretty good! You?”

She shrugged, pale cream shirt contrasting beautifully with her skin. “Alright.” She had a dark red streak in her curls, matching Fitz’s. “We went to the beach a lot. Speaking of which! You should come with us on Saturday! There’s one super close, and I think everyone else is free!”

“I’ll clear my schedule.”

“Clear what? You don’t do anything!”

“Hey! I’ll have you know I am a very busy man—”

She cut him off with a laugh, eyes scrunching up from her grin. “Mhm, sure. Anyway, Fitz, you’re all good, yeah?”

He looked up from where he was putting books on his shelf. “Yep. See you later.”

“Have fun! I love you, don’t be stupid.” Biana hugged her brother, and then darted back to give him a quick squeeze. “I’ll see you on Saturday!” She blows them each a kiss and flounces out of the room, shutting the door behind her.

“Right…I—I’m gonna go get my bedding.” Keefe fled, leaving the box behind. He grabbed the laundry bag and his pillow, and leaned back against his car. This was such a bad idea.

Back in their dorm, he unpacked, made his bed, and set up his lights. He’d texted Fitz the week before, the first time they’d spoken since…That Day. He pushed the discomfort aside, and focused on getting his lights to be perfect. They had a bulletin board in between the beds, and he had decided to put a set around it. The lights are star shaped, connected by thin copper wires. He risked a look at Fitz’s side. He had slipped out, claiming dinner plans with his parents. (Keefe called bullshit, but only internally. Alden and Della had gotten divorced in their 6th grade year, and the two tried to stay away from each other.)

He glanced at the black bookshelf Fitz had brought, already filled with books. Keefe noted with a slight pang of sadness that he hadn’t brought any of the books they’d annotated together. But it was fine. Totally fine.

He’d eventually settled into his bed, climbing up the ladder. Fitz had taken the lower bed. Something ached in his chest. Fitz remembered. He remembered how much Keefe hated sleeping close to the ground, so accustomed to curling up far above the floor.

The door slid open and shut, Fitz left in an exhausted slump. He eyed him. Fitz ran his hands through his hair, head against the door.

“…Fitz? Are you okay…?” Maybe dinner with his parents had actually happened. Fuck.

“Keefe? You’re here?”

He couldn’t ignore the sharp concern anymore and scrambled down the ladder. Fitz blinked at him blearily, faded tear tracks on his cheeks.

“Yeah. C’mon, let’s get you in bed, okay?” He fell into a similar routine, born of many years. Fitz had always been like this after extended time with Alden. (Keefe had promised to never let Alden near him again, after the last time this happened. Just another way he failed.)

Fitz stumbled after him, falling face down on his bed.

“Okay, I know. Do you mind if I help you change? You’re gonna complain if you wake up in jeans.”

He mumbled something, and gave a slight nod.

“Great!” Keefe rummaged for a pair of pajama pants and a soft pajama shirt—one that proclaimed him as the captain of their Academic Decathlon team, Vacker in bold letters across the back. He helped him into the pants and shirt, and pulled the soft comforter over him. “Sleep well.”

Keefe left the room. It was just so confusing. They fought, but that was his best friend, but they had screamed until they lost their voices, but he had grown up next to him, and just…ugh.

He wandered the halls for a while, familiarizing himself with the new dorms. He recognized some of the people, but Foxfire was massive. He followed one of the hallways, nearly tripping over someone. “Oh! My bad, wait. Dex…?”

The one in question blinked up at him, eyes wide. “Keefe? What are you doing here?”

“I live here. You?”

“Oh, I was helping Tam move in. I live in Onyx.”

Keefe had lived there last year, and he winced in sympathy. “Good luck, dude. You’ll need it.”

“Dex? Is something wrong?” Tam poked his head out, bangs redyed silver.

“Oh, no! I found Keefe though!” Dex gestured towards him, and Keefe smiled awkwardly. Things had always been…odd around Tam. There was some tension between the two of them, and he hadn’t been able to put his finger on it during high school, and he presumably wouldn’t be able to do it now.

“Right…who are you rooming with?”

His smile felt painted on. “Fitz.”

Tam’s eyebrows twitched up, and he shared a quick glance with Dex. “Mmm. Well. I’m going to finish setting up.” Tam went back inside. Dex gave him an apologetic smile.

“I’m gonna go too. You’re going to the thing on Saturday, right?”

“Yeah.”

“Awesome! See you then!” Dex gave him a cheerful grin and vanished into Tam’s room. Left alone, Keefe sighed and trudged back to his dorm. Fitz was asleep, and he changed into his own pajamas, keeping the lights off.

It’s barely 10, but god, he’s exhausted.

He woke up the next morning to Fitz’s incessant alarm clock, a familiar sound from junior high and high school sleepovers also known as when Keefe would be kicked out.

Keefe yawned, and it’s second nature to groan good naturedly at Fitz. “Dude, turn it off.” One loud smack later, and he’d drifted back off to sleep.

He was rudely awakened just a few minutes later. Fitz’s alarm blared again, and he let out a loud complaint.

“Up and at ‘em, Keefe! You need to get ready.” Curse Fitz and his incessant morning person-ness.

“Ugh. Fine, but I get the bathroom first.”

Fitz grumbled, but acquiesced, and Keefe slipped inside before he could. That was the nice thing about living in Ruby Hall was that they had attached bathrooms, unlike Onyx where you had to go to the end of the hall.

He showered as quickly as possible and went back to the main room, dressed in a pair of black pants and a pale green shirt. Fitz slid past him, not saying a word. He sidestepped the already growing pile of shoes to go to his desk, pushed neatly under his bed.

Keefe sat down, flicking the lights to his mirror. He pushed gel through his hair, making it artfully messy. Once he was done, he turned on his hairdryer, carefully drying his hair. Sophie had made fun of him whenever he was over for group sleepovers, as he had almost always borrowed hers. Well. It wasn’t his fault she didn’t really care about her appearance. He had standards!

The bathroom door opened and shut, signaling Fitz’s return. He didn’t turn to look, intent on getting his concealer blended out. The habit had started in high school, when he was regularly pulling all-nighters. And so there he was.

After that, he checked the time. The alarm went off at 7:30, and his first class was at 9, just down the road, in the Topaz Fine Arts Center. As the name suggested, Topaz housed all of the fine arts, other than the auditorium. (That was next door, known as the Gemstone Theater.) It was just now 8:30, and if he hurried, he could swing by the coffee shop for a quick breakfast.

“Okay, bye Fitz, see you!” He grabbed his backpack and rushed out. He didn’t bother getting his car, instead running down the road to the coffee shop.

“Oh! Keefe, hey! Haven’t seen you in a while,” Marella enthused.

“Hey, Marella! Can I—”

“Large iced mocha and sausage egg sandwich?”

“Yep! Thank you!” He paid her, before sliding to the pick up counter. Linh brought over his order, giving him a gentle smile. “Good morning, Keefe.”

“Hey, Linh! How was your summer?”

“It was good. You’re coming Saturday, yes?”

“Mhm! I’ll see tomorrow morning, probably.”

“Good. Have a good class!”

“Thanks, Linh! Bye!” He dashed out the door, clutching his coffee. His first class of the day was with Prof. Palmore. She taught graphic design, and generally didn’t care if students ate in her class, especially since it went from 9 to 11:30.

Keefe waved at a few students he recognized, before entering Topaz. It was nice to be back. Quietly he walked down the hall, making sure to not disturb the other classrooms. Most of the campus generally didn’t care, but he’d seen someone cry from too much noise during the second week last year. Generally, it was just a good idea to not bother people.

Prof. Palmore’s door was open, the woman in question sitting behind her desk. She didn’t have a typical lecture hall, instead setting up shop in the computer lab.

“Good morning, Keefe.”

“Hey, Prof! How are you?”

“I’m doing well. How about you?”

“Pretty good! Still waiting for the caffeine to kick in.”

She smiles at him, and he grins back. “Well, why don’t you go ahead and pick a seat? We’ll be jumping right in this year, since this class is solely for recurring students.”

He nods and takes his seat. Other students slowly trickled in, taking seats around the computer lab. He’s in the back corner, at his favorite computer. Most everyone sticks to the middle and up, but he’d found this spot last year. Sue him, he was attached.

Sophie dropped into the seat next to him, clutching a massive container of coffee. She looked exhausted, eye bags ever present.

“Good morning!”

“Don’t talk to me.”

She had been taking classes here since high school, testing into the dual credit programs. Plus, their graphic design class always ended with the class here, so you could start your second year of the course as a freshman.

He took another sip of his coffee and watched as she upended a can of Monster into it. “Soph, it’s day one.”

She didn't respond.

His next class was at two, so he swung by to a little hole in the wall diner. Known as The Canteen, it served the best pasta he’d ever had. Inside, one of the workers from last year was there. Ophelia gave him a wide grin, reaching over to give him an elbow bump. “It’s the Keefester! How’ve you been?”

“I’ve been good! Definitely looking forward to some more of your pesto chicken.”

She snorts and motions him to follow her. She seats him at his table (again, one of his favorites), and pulls out her notepad. “So. Water, pesto and chicken pasta?”

“Yep! You know me so well,” he laughs and bats his eyelashes. She rolls her eyes playfully and saunters off. He messes around on his phone while he waits, texting back and forth with Biana. She sends him a snap, making half a heart with her fingers. He snaps her back, making the other half. His food arrives a few minutes later and he digs in.

It’s just as good as he recalls, and soon he’s paying for his meal. His next class—Calculus—is in Peridot, down by the library. The “core” buildings (science, math, english, history) form a loose ring around it, and it’s…fairly common to see someone run from a building to the library and back again.

He refills his water bottle inside and double checks the room number. It’s taught by a…Professor Glade, so that should be fun.

Keefe walks in, smiles at the teacher, and goes to sit down. It’s filling up fast, and he makes a note to arrive early to get a good seat. They just go over the syllabus and he makes idle chatter with the person next to him. Their name is Sage, they have bright pink and black box braids, and quite possibly the funniest person he’s ever met. (Excluding himself, of course.)

They exchange numbers and he waves as he leaves, intent on going back to his dorm. He needs to wrap up an assignment for his graphic design class, properly go over the syllabi he got, and draft up a schedule with Fitz.

He makes it back to his dorm, relocks the door and kicks his shoes off. At his desk, he pulls out his highlighters and the syllabus from Calc.

A little past 5, Fitz falls through the door. Okay, not exactly, but definitely close enough. He looks murderous.

Keefe quickly looks back down. Before summer break, he would have watched. But now…he goes back to reading, making small notes in the margins. Sophie had gifted him a copy of the three books of the Pentecost & Parker series, and he thinks he has solved it when their door bursts open again.

It’s Tam, who throws a bag at Keefe. “Here’s your stuff.” He leaves just as quickly as he came, door slamming behind him.

“What was that about?”

“I asked for my stuff back. I guess it works.” The two of them had had a…less than stellar breakup over spring break last year. It had been messy. And dramatic. And hella awkward.

He opened the bag, pulling out the books and the hoodie. Plus a pair of sweatpants that he’d completely forgotten about. His phone went off and he cursed. “I have to get to the tattoo parlor. I’m working till closing tonight, so I’ll try to not wake you up.”

He bolted out the door, down to his car. It’s a quick drive, and soon he’s pulling into the lot. Renee gives him a grin from behind the counter, wearing a sleeveless shirt that shows off the tattoos on her arms.

“Hey, Renee! How was your summer?”

“It was great! You?”

“It was alright. Do I have anything scheduled?”

She flips through the logbook. “Two. A mother and daughter here for a basic ear piercing and two people for noses. They’re together. Walkins?”

“That’ll work.”

She nods, reaching over to get the phone as it rings. “Hi, this is Sea of Ink, how can I help you today?” He hands her a pen and the legal pad, and she gives him a distracted smile. “Mhmmm. We do have a piercer, yes. We’re open all evening, but he won’t be available from 6 to 7. How does 8 sound?” A pause. “Excellent! We’ll see you then!”

“What do they want?”

“Helix. Anyway, I’ll be taking my 15 at 7. Do you want me to bring dinner for you?”

“Ooh, yeah sure. How ‘bout Jerry’s?”

“Sounds awesome, I’ll text you my order.” He heads to the back, going to wash his hands and get his supplies.

It’s a fairly uneventful time. Closing shift is always really chill, especially once Victoria arrives. Her bangs are still white, but she’s dyed her hair a dark blue, and gotten an industrial. It has a rainbow sheen, to no one’s surprise.

They don’t have many appointments, and Victoria has a firm no walkins policy. Renee hasn’t ever had a problem with telling someone to fuck off if they disrespect that, so they’re all set.

At ten to eight, he’s sitting on the loveseat, feet up on the seat. He’s reading again, this one a gift from Della. It’s part of a box set of Blood of Olympus series. This time, it’s the Mark of Athena. He’s afraid to write his little notes on the page, so instead he has a stack of sticky notes and tabs.

Renee is sitting behind the reception counter, a textbook cracked open. Victoria lounges in one of the armchairs, drawing on her iPad. The bell rings as someone walks inside, and he flinches as he looks up. Fitz is here, looking ridiculously out of place.

“Hi, I’m Fitz Vacker. I work at the new flower shop, you know, the one down the road? It’s called Bouquet Boutique? Anyway, I wanted to give you a bouquet, if you want it.”

Renee hurries over to take the bouquet, which is made up of pale blue and cream flowers. “Thank you so much!! I’m Renee Bright, and that’s Victoria Parsons. Welcome to Sea of Ink, and we offer a discount to shops on the road. Oh, and that’s one of our piercers, Keefe Sencen!”

“I thought you said you had to work…?”

“This is my job…?”

The two stare at each other, before Fitz flushes and turns away. “I should head back, but it was nice meeting you!”

“Same here! See you around, Fitz!” Renee waves cheerfully before she turns to him. “How do you know him?”

Victoria lets out an incredulous laugh. “Dude, you can’t just ask him why they know each other, oh my god.”

She holds her hands up. “That came out wrong! All I meant was that he doesn’t seem like your…type.”

“My…type?”

“Yeah! I mean, he’s not exactly the kind of person you typically date, yeah?”

“I…we aren’t together!” He can feel his cheeks heating up.

“Oh. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to assume—”

He waves her off. “It’s fine. I should get ready for my next appointment, okay?”

She nods, lips pursed. His client comes in though, clearly used to this. He does it quickly, adding to the piercings slowly climbing up their ears.

And then he stays until nine, reading and joking around with Renee and Victoria. And that’s that. Rinse, repeat, huh?

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Thank you so much for reading!!! I hope you liked it! This has been so much fun to write!

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