#also i wanna take my dog for a walk before i have to drive back to fuckass school

[todayisafridaynight]

What kinds of prescient stuff/callbacks to later-established lore do you think they'd put in K3? Like how they had Majima making cryptic comments in K1 that were clearly about Saejima, or how they put Yuki and Makoto in K2.

hmmmmmmmmmmmmm i dunno :)

#snap chats #genuinely though. i have no idea LMAO #cant even begin to think of anything. i have clams for brains tho #also i wanna take my dog for a walk before i have to drive back to fuckass school #but anyway yeah i truly dont know. my problem is that im always content with things until a new idea is brought to me #then ill chew on that and THEN start thinking so with y3 its like .. im p happy with you ... i dont think anything else could be done .. #i wanna play y3 now ... ill prob do that when i get home or somethin #im ending this here now i answered this seven tags ago. i dont know so if they do put anything like that i'd be astounded to see it

[leclercvsx]

Switched

CHARLES LECLERC

pairings: charles x reader

summary: Charles takes Leo to the park for a walk but doesn’t go home with Leo, the puppy he leaves with is definitely not Leo

warnings: none, also i have no idea if Leo is old enough or had his shots to be outside but for the sake of this story, let’s say he is!!

i might make a part 2👀👀

masterlist | REQUESTS

Y/n had finally finished up her work on her laptop and walked into the kitchen as she let out a loud audible groan whilst she stretched. She checked the time before contemplating what to do for the next four hours.

She turned around at the sound of little patters on the tile floor running towards her. She smiles before leaning down and picking up the small puppy. “Hi, baby. You wanna go for a walk? Let’s go to the park.”

Y/n used her baby voice to speak to her puppy, Arla, whilst the small mammal was licking her cheeks. Y/n laughed before grabbing Arla’s lead and taking her to the car. She strapped herself in before placing Arla on her lap, who just lays down and curls up into a ball.

Charles had finished his training session on his sim before deciding to take Leo to the park for some fresh air. He grabbed the small puppy’s lead and headed to his car with Leo lying in his hoodie pocket.

Once Charles had arrived at the park, he attached the lead and collar around Leo’s neck and walked him along the small dirt trail path. After about 10 minutes of following the path, Charles decided to take a small break and sit down on a bench.

He must’ve turned his attention away from Leo for a matter of seconds before he looked down where the golden puppy was, only to find out that he was nowhere in sight as he had slipped off his collar.

Charles’s eyes practically sprang out of his eyes as he jumped up and started shouting the small puppy’s name. “Leo?! Leo Leclerc, get back here!” He frantically shouted as he ran around the park like a headless chicken desperately searching for his beloved puppy.

After a few minutes of desperately searching, Charles heard a few small whines coming from behind the bush. He sprinted over to where the sound came from and let out an audible sigh of relief as he spotted the golden fur beyond the bush.

He gently picked Leo up and cradled him in his arms as he scolded the small puppy. Leo barked and licked his face in return as Charles rolled his eyes and began walking back to his car.

As he was leaving he heard a women’s voice shouting out a name, he figured she had the same problem and was about to go and help her before the shouting came to a stop. He shrugged his shoulders and got back into his car, letting Leo lay in his lap as he drove back to his apartment.

Y/n was completely over this day, not only had she tripped and grazed her knee but she also almost had a heart attack searching for her puppy, who had ran off when she fell over.

Once she found little Arla, she tried looking for her collar and lead but couldn’t so she just shrugged thinking it got caught on a bush or something. She got back into her car and placed Arla back on her lap before driving home.

Y/n had arrived home and collapsed onto the sofa with Arla lying on Y/n’s stomach. She ran her fingers through the silky fur as she scrolled through social media on her phone.

After a few minutes, she felt the small puppy roll onto her back so Y/n could pet her belly. Y/n smiled as she moved her hand to stroke her belly before her eyes widened as she let out a loud yelp, causing the small puppy to jump up and bark.

“Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god! i’ve stolen someone’s dog.” Y/n ranted as she stared at the puppy before her eyes widened even more. “Someone’s stolen my dog!”

Y/n very quickly, scooped the puppy up in her arms and practically ran to her car as she placed the puppy on her lap. She made a fast as possible drive back to the park as she had prayed that whoever had Arla had noticed that she wasn’t their puppy.

Charles was already at the park rushing around as she called out Leo’s name whilst holding the almost identical puppy in his arms. He didn’t notice he had got the wrong dog until he observed the puppy as it peed on his floor. His heart sunk and his eyes widened as he saw that the puppy he had was not a male.

He wasted no time in going back to the park and was just about to give up before he heard the familiar voice of a women shouting the same name he heard her shouting earlier. Charles very quickly but carefully followed after the voice before coming face to face with a quite attractive women holding his puppy.

“Oh, thank god. I’m super sorry about the mix up, i thought he was mine but he definitely isn’t.” The girl spoke quickly before they exchanged puppies and checked them over.

“Don’t be sorry, i also thought that she was mine. I’m Charles by the way and this is Leo” Charles responded back as he glanced down at Leo, who was already squirming in Charles’s arms trying to get out of grasp and back to the girls.

“I’m Y/n and this is Arla” she spoke with a small smile as she gently reached over and gave Leo a small head rub, causing the puppy to let out a small bark of contentment.

Y/n giggled a little as she held Arla closer to Leo, making them both sniff and lick at each other. Charles was too busy admiring the way Y/n giggles and couldn’t help but smile before snapping out of it and looking at the two puppies.

“Well, it seems they get along pretty well. Maybe we should exchange numbers to, you know, set up a play date or something?” Charles mumbled out as his cheeks turned a faint pink colour, which Y/n made a mental note of.

Y/n smiled before nodding slowly and exchanging numbers with Charles, causing the man to smile like a mad man. “That was very smooth i must admit” Y/n mumbles with a small smirk, causing Charles’s eyes to widen a little before chuckling.

“I had to shoot my shot, i guess. So, are you free tomorrow?” Charles asks, glancing at her before adding on “For the play date of course”

His flustered state made Y/n giggle before nodding slowly. “Yeah, i’m free tomorrow for a ‘play date’”

The two adults say their goodbyes and take their own puppies home as they both looked forward to the following day.

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can we PLEASE talk about how FREAKING ADORABLE LEO LECLERC IS?!?!? like the way they just walk around with him in their hands or pockets😭😭😭😭😭

sorry i’ve been gone for so long, it’s been a rough few months LOL🙏🏼

#f1 imagine #f1 x reader #formula 1 #imagine #formula one #leclercvsc #f1 #f1 fanfic #f1 fic #f1edit #charles lechair #charles leclerc x reader #charles lecrelc #charles leclerc #charles x reader #leo leclerc #f1 smau #mercedes amg f1 #f1 2024 #f1 x you #ferrari #carlos sainz #puppies

[ilythena]

Request: Jack and Luke go to an animal shelter to adopt a pet (cat or dog, which ever is your favorite) and Jack falls for the adoption counselor that helps them pick out the perfect pet

𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐋 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑 | 𝐉𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐇𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐄𝐒

★SUM after Luke begs Jack to get a dog, he ends up lucky in more ways then one.

Fem!reader, straight fluff, no warnings! Kinda short tho, tbh I got too interested in Luke begging Jack for a dog 😭 req are open so don’t be shy to send in some, almost done w a lot of them just gotta find time to post em <3

♪ DIAMOND BOY - SZA

“Can you just hear me out-“ “no.” “Please! Just one!”

Sitting on the bed in Jacks room of their shared apartment, Jack throws his head back with an irritated groan. “Luke, I’m not going to keep arguing with you about this shit. We can’t have a dog. Who’s going to watch it? And clean up after it? We’re both professional hockey players and have zero time for an animal.”

With a pout, Luke hesitates before speaking again. “I’ll clean up after them! And I’ll spend all the time with them!” “Luke no. We have a game tomorrow. Go to bed.”

“Why am I even asking! I’m a grown man. I’ll just get one and bring it home.” “I wish you fucking would.”

Luke storms out of Jacks room and heads to his own. Immediately getting on his phone and ranting to Quinn about his problems, Jack turns his body and sighs.

“…what’s going on with the Hughes’?” “Apparently Jack said no to a dog. Luke’s not taking the rejection well.”

The two brothers glare at each other from across the locker room, Luke tightening his laces and Jack grabbing his stick. He mouths an ‘I’m not changing my mind. No dog.’ And Luke huffs before walking out.

“…..well, he’ll get over it soon.” Nico says, patting Jack on the back and he just frowns. “Why is he so insistent on a pet all of a sudden? I mean, you understand why I’m saying no right?”

“Yes, I understand. But I can also see his side. You two will come to a compromise eventually. Let’s not worry about this stuff and just focus on trying to win the game tonight, okay?” Nico says and with a nod, both boys walk out of the room and onto the ice.

Everything was going well at first, Jack had even scored a goal! But it’s like this week just wasn’t on his side. The opposing team began crushing them after the first quarter, swiftly taking out their team with a score of 3-1.

On top of the crushing loss, it was pouring rain outside. And his umbrella broke, which meant he had to walk in the rain, with his brother who’s mad at him, after he loses a game. Great.

Both boys get to the car cold and covered in water—not a word spoken between the two. Luke closes his door shortly after Jack does and it’s pure silence between the two. Jack starts the car and turns the heat up to the max before driving off and making his way home.

“Hey luke?” “…yeah?” “I’m sorry. I’ve been really stressed out and honestly I don’t think it’s good for us to be arguing over something so stupid. Maybe we should get something to eat-” bark! Jack’s eyes snap over to Luke and suddenly it feels like the car is at 100 degrees.

“What was that.” “What was what…?” Bark! Comes from Luke’s side of the car once again, this time Jack can faintly see something moving inside of his jacket.

“Luke.” “….listen! Do you see how hard and cold it it outside? Poor thing would have freezed to death out there!” “I told you no dogs!” “Look at her!”

Luke pulls the small puppy out from his jacket and you can see her shaking. Wet, cold, and obviously very lost.

“…what do we do now?” Jack whispers and Luke doesn’t answer, pulling the animal closer to his chest. After a moment of discussing what to do, the boys decide to just go home and sleep for the night.

“Hi, welcome in… how can I help you?” “We wanna adopt this dog-“ “no we don’t.”

Jack pushes Luke behind him and gently snatches the puppy from his hands, a sharp gasp cutting through the air when Luke feels the shove.

“Oh! Where did you find them?” “On the street, my brother couldn’t help but pick them up.” You gently take the animal out of Jack’s hands and inspect them for a second before looking him in the eyes. “I’ll have to do a cleaning and a check up for them, since they’re very dirty and I want to make sure the dog is healthy before I give them to you.”

Jack glances at you and when you two make eye contact all the anger he had directed towards Luke died down immediately in his throat. He quietly nodded and in less than a second, you were gone and in the back.

Another one of your coworkers came and got their information, and Jack had sat next to Luke in the small waiting area.

“…can we please keep the dog-“ “maybe.”

After what seemed like hours, you walk out with the dog put in a small kennel, handing it to your coworker. “Good news, puppy is very healthy! Bad news, you can’t keep her because she’s microchipped, which means she does have an owner.” Luke groans in disappointment, but his eyes flicker over to another dog playing through the window in a designated play area.

Jack notices this, and after standing there for a while, he speaks. “….are any of the dogs over there up for adoption?” “Yes sir! All the animals on the right side of the building are up for adoption. Are you interested in adopting today?”

“Um, yes.” Luke’s head snaps over into Jack’s direction. “That’s great! I’ll let you two look at the animals, and let me know if you decide to adopt.”

As you walk away, Jack looks at Luke and glares. “Don’t get too happy. I’m picking the dog.”

“Hello Mr. Hughes, how may I help you today?” “Hey. I know this is really sudden, but I think he’s sick! He’s been throwing up a lot.”

Jack drags in a golden retriever, who his brother named ‘Jett’ and he doesn’t look to well. Slouching and obviously very tired.

“Oh no! Here, follow me. I’ll get him onto the inspection table and I’ll check what’s wrong with him.” He follows you down the hallway with the puppy in his arms and sets him down gently onto the cold metal table.

Watching you take a stethoscope and check up his heartbeat and trying to listen into his stomach, his heart briefly stops when you call in your coworker to do an x-ray on the animal.

After getting sent to the waiting room and waiting an hour, his worried face shifts to confusion when Jett quickly runs out the door and in between Jack’s legs.

“So, I thought he had an infection in his stomach from some sort of food, but as soon as I officially set up the x-ray and tried to put him under it, he refused and went from looking sick to looking completely fine. My diagnosis is that he was trying to get your attention by being dramatic.”

Jack scoffs in disbelief and looks down at the golden ball of fur in between his feet, shaking his head and rolling his eyes.

“Wow. So I brought him here for nothing?” “Pretty much.” You try to hold back a laugh but fail miserably, smiling at the animal and preparing the register for his bill.

“Well, at least he’s okay! That’s all that matters.” You say and Jack lets out a brief chuckle before looking down at the machine.

“150 dollars?!” “Unfortunately, He did waste the supplies used to prep the x-ray machine…”

“Back again, Mr. Hughes?” “He was eating grass, I’m concerned he’s sick.” “You said that the last time you came in.”

It’s been about 4 months since Jack officially adopted Jett, and coincidentally his owners been coming into your clinic non stop for those past 4 months.

“I’m just looking out for him, what kind of owner would I be if I just let everything slide under the rug?” He grins and you scoff with a smile before leading him and his dog into a private room so you can “investigate” the problem with Jett.

The happy dog jumps up onto the table and rolls over, making a happy sort of huffing noise when you rub his stomach. After doing regular check up procedures, you can determine that there’s absolutely nothing wrong with Jett.

“As usual, there’s nothing wrong with your dog. Why do you keep coming in here when you know he’s fine?” Jett jumps on you and you can’t hold back a laugh when he jumps down onto the floor and stands in a playing position. You open the door to the dog play area and let him out to go socialize with the other dogs that stay in the clinic.

“Maybe I just wanna see the cute girl who works here.” “Well maybe there’s an easier way for you to do that instead of dragging him along with you and wasting your money.” Jack bites his lip into a smile and slowly walks closer to you with his hands into his pocket.

“Does that mean that maybe I can take you out on a date this weekend?” “Maybe it does.” You lean against the counter that holds all the paperwork and files in the clinic and take out a small slip of paper, writing something down on it before shoving it into his hands and walking back into a ‘staff only’ facility.

“ xxx-xxx-xxxx. I’ll see you this weekend, Hughes. ;)”

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I would have added my pink banner BUT I ran out of picture space….. sorry this ended so suddenly, I was struggling w how to end it!

© copyright of ilythena. Do not repost or translate onto any other websites.

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[uluvjay]

Injuries- T.Zegras

In which your baby of a boyfriend is home for a few days nursing a lower body injury

Trevor zegras x Established relationship reader!

Warnings?; kissing, talk about sex

Lightly proofread!

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Trevor had gotten hurt a few days ago against the Avalanche and since then has been home with a lower body injury. Your boyfriend was tough..on the ice, at home however he acted like a baby.

He could pick a fight with veteran players that tower over him but needs you to shower with him because he ‘can’t wash his hair right’ and needs you to scratch his back or play with his hair before he can fall asleep.

And due to how nervous you got after seeing him limp off the ice and how you rushed down to the medical room, he was making sure he exaggerated his injury around you as much as he could. 

All morning for example his leg hurt so he needed all the kisses he could get because they made him feel better, and you had to let him use your heated blanket because the heat helped. He also was in to much pain to get up and make his bowl of cereal.

Currently you were in your shared bedroom getting ready to join Trevor at his checkup with the teams doctor and physical therapist.

“Where are you going?” He asked as he walked into the room to get changed.

“With you”

“What why?”

“Well you know, since your in so much pain still I figured it would be best for me to come and learn what I could do to help. Plus I already asked your Pt and she said it was okay” you told him as you turned to face him with your arms crossed

“You dirty dog” he said laughing

“What? I’m just trying to make sure my poor boyfriend gets better” you said walking over and kissing his cheek “oh and I’m driving”

“What no, your cars so low” he whined

“I know, that’s why we are going to take yours ” you said giggling knowing how he was about people driving “His baby”

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After a long ride of Trevor acting like you didn’t know how to drive and keeping his hand tight around your thigh, you made it to the arena.

Trevor walked around to your side as you were getting out and took the keys off you, “My poor baby” he said as he tapped the hood of his car.

“Z I am not a bad driver you drama queen” you said laughing as he grabbed your hand

“Mhm whatever’s makes you happy babe” he said cause you to push him and you both laugh.

When you made it to the team’s physical therapist Lauren he stopped right outside the room. “Are you sure you wanna come in? I mean so you don’t have to hear me describe my pain” he tried

“Trevor shut up and get the hell in there” you told him causing him to drop his head and walk in.

After saying your hellos she had Trevor sit on one of the table things they have in there and started to ask him about pains and their scale and where they’re located.

“Honestly I’ve felt a lot better over the past two days, I’ve been stretching every morning and not doing excessive movements or anything” he explained avoiding eye contact with you.

“Okay I do have to ask, have you had sex?” She asked causing you both to blush profusely.

“No she put me in the dog house, didn’t want me to get injured more by the thrusting” he said with no shame

“Trevor!” You scolded getting even more red

Lauren however was laughing and found lots of amusement out of the situation. “Okay, we’ll we’re just gonna run some test and then you can come in to practice tomorrow and coach will let you know what he wants you doing” she told him.

After he was all finished and you were walking back to the car you brought up his pampering over the last few days. “So, drama queen now was it being pampered these last few days?”

“I was not being a drama queen!”

“Z, you literally just told her you’ve felt good for the last two days and this morning you begged for my blanket and kisses because you were in pain” you said laughing.

“Okay fine..I might have been a slight drama queen” he said as you made it to the car.

“Mhm slight” you said laughing and he pulled your door open for you

“So since I’m cleared does this mean we can have sex when we get home?” He asked a few minutes into the ride back home

“Jesus Christ Trevor” you said laughing

“It’s an honest question!” He replied laughing as well

“Yes Trevor, we can have sex tonight” you told him watching him fist bump the air like a child.

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#trevor zegras #trevor zegras imagine #nhl fanfiction #trevor zegras x reader #nhl #hockey imagine #trevor x reader #anaheim ducks #trevor zegras fluff

[keegansgf]

"pink is nice"

pairing: Valeria Garza x fem reader

synopsis: some domestic fluff backstory on Valeria's pink nails.

word count: 1.3k

tags: domestic bliss, fluff, silly wlw brainrot

A/N: Have you ever noticed Valeria has pink nails?? I have so many headcanons about her because she's just my little silly goose. Yes, she's 100% an artist and yes she has awful seasonal depression. I also think the y/n I've made for her is a beautician who does her hair and nails. Hashtag Valeria apologist lifestyle.

"Sorry that I don't have any more colors! I thought shades of pink, yellow, green, and blue would be cute for spring." You said while Valeria looked at your relatively empty nail polish organizer. "You could go with your usual picks too."

Her brows furrowed, eyes squinted, and she stood with arms crossed, deep in thought. Never have you seen someone so decisive with nail polish– it's cute, though! The people around Valeria could never see her in such a normal state– thank god you were able to witness this. You spaced out and stared at the organizer until she snapped you out of your trance.

"Pink is nice. I think I'll go with that." She kissed your cheek and handed you the nail polish, base coat, and top coat bottles. You fixed the throw pillows on your shared bed for extra cushion, one for you and one for her. She sat beside you in her spot, putting the polish next to you and handing you a nail file.

"You think you can shape them down? I think they're a little overgrown for work." She laughed while pushing her stray hair out of her face, tucking it behind her ear.

"In your terms, they are. I hate filing them down, though... you have such pretty nail beds."

"I wouldn't be able to do my job properly with anything longer, but thank you for the compliment, amor. Sweet as always."

You jokingly groan at her response, continuing to file down her right hand. You both sat in a comfortable quietness, the occasional dog barking or car driving by being the only interruptions. Valeria darted her eyes around the room before circling her sight back to you, the floor, then to her hands. By now, you were working on her base coat. Her focus returned to you when you broke the silence.

"When we first met, I saw you as a purple gal. It's a very royal color historically– it fits you." You said, observing the bottle of hot pink nail polish beside you.

"Really?"

"Mhm. You usually don't pick bright colors, so it surprised me when you chose this. What's the switch up today?" Valeria bit the inside of her lip and looked to the side, trying to come up with an answer. If she had to be honest, it was just a pretty color– one of her favorites, too. She does understand where you're coming from, though. Her nails usually match her everyday closet, which are neutrals and some hints of blue from her jeans, so she opts for either black or shades of nude. They're colors that don't stand out too much but still make her feel pretty wearing them.

"I felt a little special. Spring is here, so it feels less dead, unlike winter. Plus, our anniversary is coming up! I'm in a good mood," She used her free hand to pet your head, not wanting to mess you up by shifting to kiss you. "I think a bright color fits how I feel right now."

 You smiled at her genuine happiness. It was rare for Valeria to come home without stress, walking in carrying her anger from a mistake her employees made or a mistake she made herself. Whenever that happens to be the case (which again, is frequent), she isolates herself immediately. Despite her line of work taking a fair amount of collaboration, she works by herself most of the time. That left a lot of speculation about what 'El Sin Nombre' was truly like, and not who Valeria Garza was under her work mindset. It amazes you that you were able to get to know her with how distant she was with the people around her. You're surprised she even wanted to date you– let alone marry you.

"As long as you're happy, I'm happy, love. Speaking of our anniversary, what do you wanna do?"

"Well... I think we could both benefit from going outside. How does dinner sound? We can still cook breakfast and lunch ourselves. I know you like spending our mornings together." She giggles.

"You know me so well." You laughed, finishing the base coat, and started with the main event; the hot pink nail polish chosen by your wife.

"It really is a nice color. It makes me forget the seasonal depression we both got out of." She said, examining the sheer first layer. She was right about the seasonal depression. You both get tired during December, then exhausted trying to start the new year correctly in January and February. It starts getting better in early March when you're finally caught up with life, and the pace quickens to prepare for spring.

"Now you have me wanting to use pink too. I might go with a lighter shade so we can still match."

After about three coats, you were finishing off Valeria's nails with a glossy top coat. She looked at her other hand which was drying to admire your work.

"Good job as always, amor! When can I not trust you with my nails? Thank you."

"It's nothing! Plus, it's been a while since you've taken some time for yourself." Valeria clicked her tongue and sighed, knowing what you were referring to.

"I know, I know. I missed being home, too." The only con to being married to her; she's rarely able to be home, especially nowadays with her bigger plans. As much as you appreciate the precious texts and phone calls while she's hours away from home, dealing with something work-related, it's hard to cope with life going on without her home. Your co-workers always see you mope around whenever Valeria is long-distance, and she's more serious than usual while operating away from home. You completed each other so perfectly– it was like tearing the sun and moon apart when you weren't together.

Every conversation you and Valeria had brought you closer; it was the reason you both took interest in each other from the start. One of the more hidden interests she had was art. She isn't into doing her own art– at least not often, but she could talk about how it impacts her for hours. You remember you were on a walk with her while admiring the street art of Las Almas after coming home.

"What made you start liking street art so much? You talk about it so passionately."

"Las Almas wouldn't be itself without the street art. I think it shows the community and the will of the people. I like it for that."

"Do you have a favorite piece?"

"Hmm... I don't think I could pick one if I tried. You're always my favorite work of art, though."

It makes you glad that she sometimes treats her trips as art tours, sending you murals in a new town she arrived in. Sometimes you think in another reality, Valeria pursued art and wouldn't be as stressed and overworked as she is now. But as long as she's happy with her life, all is fine. 

"Alright, they're dry- ah!" You got pulled into a hug while Valeria laid back on the bed, bringing you down with her. She peppered your face with kisses before deeply kissing your lips and burying her face in your neck.

"Thank you again. I love you." She said, sighing into you. You were on your sides facing each other while her arms were on your waist.

"I love you too. You're welcome, by the way." You giggled, wrapping your arms around her, enjoying her loving embrace. You stayed just like that for a minute, savoring the warmth before Valeria spoke again.

"Do you want to get snacks and watch a movie together? I call it an early anniversary celebration." She said while getting up on her elbows and giving you a wink. "I may have been able to work a little extra last month to be around you more."

"Of course, I want to." She got off your shared bed, helping you up to go pick movie snacks with her.

"Alright, let's go. This week will be just for us, I promise."

#valeria garza #valeria mw2 #valeria x reader #valeria garza x reader #cod #cod mw22 #domestic bliss #domestic fluff #call of duty #call of duty modern warfare 2

[judes-hoe]

Family Time ~ TAA66

Parrings ~ Trent Alexander-Arnold x reader

Summary ~ Trent knows your parents and siblings, but what happens when he goes to your grandparents(dad’s side) house for Christmas, and meets the rest of your crazy family.

Warnings ~ none

A/N ~ just to clarify that this will be kinda about my dads side of the family and I will be using my family’s names, Sid you don’t want to read it don’t, also I do live in the united states so it’ll kinda be like you and Trent going to visit for the weekend. Also she wanted me to tag her and I said I would @formulalfc <3

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You and Trent were currently on your way to your grandmas house.

You had asked Trent if he could come with you for a weekend to fly to the United States, so you could do Christmas with your family. It’s be his first time meeting, your dad’s side of the family. You’ll admit that it was a little hectic sometimes, I mean your dad has 3 brothers so, you have a lot of cousins. But Trent had asked klopp to take the weekend to go and that he’d be back Sunday in the afternoon. So klopp agreed and here you are, in a car with your sister and her husband, driving to your grandparents.

Your sister and her husband were talking so I look over at Trent. “You nervous” you asked Trent taking his hand to hold. “Yeah a little, you always talk about how hectic it can get” he says with a smile. “It’s fine they’ll love you” you spoke with a smile. “My grandma loves everyone” you said.

Trent knows your family, like mom and dad and your sibling. He’s never met any of your grandparents, so when you said like your uncles and their kids will be there and if everyone is there, they’ll probably be like 15 people in your grandparents house.

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After about an hour, you finally arrived to your grandparents house. “When we get in I’ll introduce you to everyone, then we can just sit on the couch and chill” you told him, he just nodded back. You walked into the house after your sister Savannah, and her husband Boyd.

When you and Trent take your shoes off you see your mom and dad first. “Hey mom, hey dad” you spoke hugging them both, then they went and hugged Trent. I walk over to my grandma who was looking for something. “Hi nene, this is my boyfriend Trent” you said hugging her. “Hey my lovely granddaughter, nice to meet you Trent” she said hugging him as well to which he hugged back with a smile. “Nice to meet you” he said softly.

You walk over to the dining room table we’re most of your uncles and aunts were. “Hi everyone” you spoke going around and hugging them. “This is my boyfriend Trent” you said to which they all said hi and said their names.

“Okay I’ll take you to meet all my cousins come here” you said and Trent follows you like a dog. “So this is, Anissa and her boyfriend Ethan, this is Anissa brother Jalen and his Wife Kalyne, this is Anissa and Jalen’s brother Logan, This is Ellah and her brother Gio, then this is Christian and his sisters jewl, Avery, and raven” you spoke going around introducing Trent to all of your cousins. “Nice to meet all of your” he said.

After you had introduced Trent to everyone, you took a seat on the couch and he sat next to you. “So what do you think, I know it’s a lot of people” you look at him laughing softly. “It’s a lot of people but they seem cool” he said kissing you cheek.

You and Trent sat there on the couch, you held his hand between the both of you. Your cousins coming to talk once in awhile. “Dinner ready if you wanna eat” my grandma shouts out. “Do you wanna go eat” you asked Trent. “If you want I’ll get food and you can eat some stuff off my plate, I know klopp probably doesn’t want you eating kinda unhealthy food” you spoke before he could answer. “That’s fine, but I love when you pay attention too what I can and can’t eat my love” he said kissing you before getting up.

You got a plate of food, before sitting next to Trent at a table with all your cousins. “You’re not gonna eat Trent” my dad had called out seeing Trent didn’t have a plate. “No, I got a game the day after we get back to England so coach doesn’t want me to really eat anything that might not be good for me” he told my dad. “But I’m gonna eat some food off of her plate” he added. “Alright bud I was just checking” my dad said sitting at the table next to us.

While we all ate, Trent ate some stuff off your plate. You and Trent went to go and sit on the couch as your grandma said it was time to open gifts. Trent had pulled you in his lap so there was room for other people. All the other kids got fifty dollars while younger kids got 4-5 gifts.

Your sister, her husband, you, and Trent all said our goodbyes and got in the car to head back to my sisters house.

After and hour car ride, you and Trent went to the guest bedroom, changing into pajamas before getting into bed. “So how’d you like meeting the rest of my family” you asked him while rubbing up and down his arm. “It was nice, they seem nice and chill, but god I love your family drama” he said giving you a kiss after. “Alright let’s go to sleep my love we have a very early flight” he said kissing my forehead before pulling you close to his chest. “I love you” you said kissing right over his heart. “I love you too princess” he mumbled in your hair.

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#trent alexander arnold #judes-hoe😚 #trent alexander imagines #trent alexander x you #trent alexander arnold fluff #trent alexander arnold x reader #trent aa

[smileydk]

Noona!

Pairing: Idol!Niki x OC

Summary: Jiwoo and Niki were in a relationship. Niki had a tendency of doing as he felt, which in this case meant bringing home a kitten, to Jiwoo's apartment since Jay and Jungwon are very allergic.

cw/tw: None, fluff, fun, comedy, crackheads (not literally)

Note: I just have a new obsession with Ni-Ki. OC = Jiwoo, is a December, 04-liner.

Working as a kindergarten teacher was usually fine. But today all the kids seemed to have planned to make Jiwoo's life harder than necessary

She had to tell one kid, Changmin, that he had to drop of their kitten, because they weren't allowed in class. Changmin wasn't pleased with the answer but did as told.

''Ms. Kim, why can't I bring my kitten to class?'' Changmin pouted as he held his kitten close.

Jiwoo couldn't deny it. The kitten was adorable. But the some kids were allergic and some were horrified by the small animal.

''Changmin, your little kitten is adorable, but some other kids in here are allergic and it's against the rules. You don't wanna break the rules, right?''

Changmin shook his head. ''No Ms. Kim, I don't wanna break the rules''

Jiwoo was honestly more surprised that Changmin's parents allowed him to even take the kitten with him to kindergarten.

''Right, so how about we leave the kitten with eomma and appa so we can finger paint?'' Jiwoo gently grabbed the kitten from Changmin and walked outside with the kitten. She found Changmin's parents and handed the kitten back to them.

''Uhm, I don't know how Changmin convinced you a kitten was okay, uhm, but you need to take it home''

Changmin's father's eyes widened. ''Oh my God, he told me it was pet-day, I'm new to... children''

Jiwoo chuckled. ''You're doing a great job. But just letting you know, if we were to have a pet-day, we'll send out a newletter to the parents''

''Okay, thank you'' Changmin's father took the kitten and bowed before heading out.

Jiwoo watched as the kids finger painted. She loved her work, but this particular day seemed to drag on forever. She groaned quietly as Ara threatened to cut her friend's hair.

Why?

Because she took Ara's purple, favorite crayon.

''Ara, put down the scissors, now!'' Jiwoo sighed and took the scissors from her grip. She doubted the scissors would even be able to cut hair, they could barely cut paper.

The hours ticked by and soon the kids were being picked up one by one. Changmin apologized for his morning rendezvous. Jiwoo only chuckled.

''It's okay Changmin, just don't do it again, okay?''

Changmin saluted Jiwoo and ran out to his dad. Ara also apologized to Jiwoo for her attempt of a haircut. Jiwoo didn't see the harm. Ara apologized to both her and her friend, she had gotten her crayon back and she was (probably) not gonna repeat it.

The day ended and Jiwoo settled in her car. Finally.

All she wanted to do was sleep. Maybe eat. Depends on how much energy she had when she reached her home. She knew she had some old kimbap in the fridge.

Her phone, connected to the car, rung. She answered after seeing Niki's name popping up on the screen.

''Niki, hello. What's up?''

''Hello... uhm... what's your favorite animal?''

Jiwoo was chuckled. ''What?''

''What's your favorite animal? Like... cat, dog?

''Uhm... cat I suppose. What did you do?'' Jiwoo stopped by a traffic light and stared at the caller ID. She knew he'd done something stupid and irrational.

''Noona, don't be mad, but I got us... something'' In the background cars were heard pulling out and driving away from NIki.

''What did you get us? And why did I hear the cars leaving you behind?''

''I might have gotten a kitten... that has to live with you because Jay-Hyung and Jungwon-Hyung are allergic. Also... I need a ride''

''Where are you?''

''MusicBank...''

''Niki... that's half-across town'' Jiwoo mentally cursed Niki but steered the wheel towards MusicBank.

''Please Noona~ you can name the kitten!''

Jiwoo chuckled. He was cute. ''I'll be there in like 20 minutes''

''Love you Noona!''

''Love you too, Niki''

Niki got into the car and smiled sweetly. ''Look! Cute!''

Jiwoo stared at the small kitten in Niki's lap. She then lifted her gaze to face her boyfriend. ''Niki, you don't have the time for a kitten. And to be honest, I don't really have time for a kitten either''

''But look at it Noona!'' Niki carefully picked up the small kitten and held it closer to Jiwoo. ''It's so cute~''

''And you can't return it?''

Niki gapsed dramatically and held the kitten close to his chest. ''How can you be so cruel? I can't just kidnapp it from it's mother and then return it. It's attached to me already, look!''

The small kitten, that basically fit in Niki's giant hands, nestled into Niki's chest and fell asleep. Jiwoo had to admit, the kitten was very adorable. And Jiwoo wanted to keep it.

But none of them had time for it.

''Fine'' Jiwoo sighed and started the car. ''But you better come by and take care of it''

''Promise!'' Niki saluted Jiwoo and turned his full attention to the little kitten in his lap.

Jiwoo shook her head, but a small smile grew on her lips. ''You're lucky you're cute''

Niki smiled. He had the best girlfriend in the world.

Niki stayed true to his word. He came over at least 5 out of 7 days of the week to hang out with the kitten, which Niki named Oreo because it was black with a white patch on it's stomach.

But if he had schedule Jiwoo gave him time off. His idol job was more important than the kitten. According to Jiwoo, if Niki was in charge he'd probably spend 24/7 with the kitten.

Niki also had his own key to Jiwoo's apartment. Only thing was he had a messed up sleeping schedule, so sometimes Jiwoo would wake up at 2 a.m to Niki playing with the kitten in the living room.

Like tonight.

''Niki, what the fuck?'' Jiwoo raised an eyebrow as she turned on the lights.

''Heeey~ Noona, you're so pretty-''

''Cut the crap. Why are you not at the dorm? Sleeping? Like a normal person at this hour?''

''Kitten'' Niki smiled innocently and held up the tiny kitten.

Jiwoo sighed and closed her eyes. ''Please go home to sleep. Or at least go to bed''

The boy stood up and walked over to his girlfriend. ''Sorry, Noona'' He hugged her tightly. ''I'll stop''

''I don't mean you can't come over. Just... stop coming over in the middle of the night because a, one day I'm gonna think you're a murderer and hit you, b, we both need sleep'' Jiwoo wrapped her own arms around Niki's waist and rested her head against his chest. ''And you need to stop growing''

''Never'' Niki smiled and squeezed her harder. ''Now let's go to sleep- is that my shirt?''

Jiwoo peeked down at the hoodie she wore. ''Yeah, got a problem with it?''

''No, you look good''

''I know''

Niki and Jiwoo both headed to bed. The small kitten, Oreo, followed the two humans into Jiwoo's bedroom. Since Oreo couldn't get on the bed, he resulted in just meowing loudly.

Niki peeked down on the floor and spotted Oreo, who stopped meowing as Niki stared at him. ''Can I-''

''Do whatever. Just sleep'' Jiwoo mumbled, already falling asleep again. Niki cheered quietly and picked up Oreo from the floor and laid him on his chest.

''Now be quiet, Noona has to be up early, okay?'' Oreo simply titled his head to the right. ''I'll take that as a yes''

Jiwoo giggled as she heard her boyfriend's conversation with the kitten. ''You're cute''

''I know''

''I was talking to Oreo'' Jiwoo opened one eye and smirked. She knew she was a tease. But in all fairness, Niki broke into her apartment at 2 in the morning.

''Ha. Ha'' Niki pouted and turned back to the cat. ''Oreo, Noona is mean'' Oreo let out a small "meow", as if he agreed with Niki.

''Great, now the cat is on your side'' Jiwoo turned to Niki and glared at Oreo. ''Also, why would you name the cat after a cookie?''

''He looks like an Oreo'' Niki held up the kitten and showed the white patch on his stomach. ''Look! The white... filling thing. And I was at a lack of better names since you refused to name him''

Oreo got off Niki's chest and walked across the bed. He settled on Jiwoo's shoulder, nestling closer to her before falling asleep. ''Ha, fuck you, my kitten''

Niki looked offended but shrugged. ''At least 1 out of 3 is sleeping now''

Jiwoo smiled. She kissed Niki's cheek. ''Sleep''

''Yes, ma'am''

#fluff #kpop oneshots #kpop fluff #one shot #enhypen #enhypen fluff #enhypen niki #nishimura riki #niki fluff #engene #fluff oneshot #niki oneshots #teeth rotting fluff #kitten #kitty #niki x reader #niki enhypen

[love-toxin]

Drooling my friend. This was brilliant. I fucking LOVE it and love seeing them go all guard dog for reader, was just the right amount of sweet 😌 tysm for indulging my request for more of them.

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Eddie with a knife being protective made my brain buzz.

Steve being a sugar daddy, yep, yeahhuh. Fucking tracks, with that little bit of praise.

and then this part right here. killing me in the best way.

"Oh, you don’t even realize. The unexpected sweetness of you remembering such an insignificant detail about him actually makes Steve’s heart jump, feels like it’s the first time in ages since it’s done that. It’s baffling to each of them that you’re more concerned about them, though–and there’s that crack of mercy that forms then, that’s slowly gonna get wider and wider as the two of them realize they don’t just wanna tease you, they want you."

~~~

This made me wonder, aside from being protective, how older bully!Eddie would show he's growing fond of us. If Steve's way is through money and praise.

Wonder if Eddie would have you start wearing something of his all the time - his ring on a chain, bracelet, (or collar, what? who said that.). Feel like he'd want everyone to know who you belong to whether he's around you or not.

(maybe unnecessary but I might throw in a coffin emoji from now on ⚰️ so you know it's me, if that's okay. ._.)

HEHEHE!!! TY!!!! and i think you're absolutely right, older!bully!Eddie would definitely give you something personal to wear around so that everyone can see he's left his mark on you.

a tattoo would be preferable, but you may not be too amiable to that, so the next best thing is something like a necklace or a bracelet or even earrings. i think he'd likely go the collar route just for the sake of humiliating you because he will make it very clear that you are not to take it off, but he makes sure to treat you to a little smidge of praise when he comes into the diner and you serve the two of them while wearing it, because it genuinely makes him so happy to see his baby wearing something he made for you.

however, he's also an acts of service kind of person. your car's having problems? the next day he'll walk into the diner and demand your keys, and then drive it right out of the parking lot to take it to his garage, spending hours doing all the work he can before he comes back to pick you up at the end of your shift. he fixes your broken tail light, changes your oil, replaces your brake pads, and even fills up your gas tank and he doesn't say a damn word about all the free work he just did for you. just tells you to speak up if it starts clunking up again before dropping you and your car off and walking the rest of the way home. he's also one to take on the responsibility of any work needing done around your home, mowing your lawn, even cooking once in a while--but you better not make a big deal out of it, cause you're gonna be sucking him off til your jaw breaks for all this free labour you're getting out of him. that's what he says, anyways, but who knows if he'll even have the energy once he finishes up and drags himself back home.

#eddie munson #bully!eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie's angelface #st 4 #stranger things #ellie writes #anons

[promptthebear]

Dude no way! I dint realise you wrote for slashers! Could I please request Bo Sinclair with 🐰“If I have to tell you again, I won’t be this nice.” Thanks!

Hello!

Sorry this took so long, but congratulations on being my first Bo request! I probably could've done something smutty with this prompt for sure, but did more of like an enemies to lover type vibe? Anyway, I hope you enjoy it.

Easter Askbox Event- Bo Sinclair x Reader

CW: ****Toxic relationship dynamic!!!!**** It's Bo so obviously it's going to be unhealthy as shit. Swearing. Misogynistic name calling, but reader is into it. Reader is manhandled by Bo. Dom/Sub dynamic. Use of the word sir. Spicy but not explicit. F!reader, referred to in 2nd person as "you" Again, what it says on the tin, this is darker compared to my usual stuff you've been warned.

Bo was lying underneath his truck when you showed up. He heard you before he saw you, the sound of your flip flops echoing through the empty streets. He grit his teeth as the sound got closer, knowing that whatever you wanted now, it was most certainly going to be a pain in his ass. He’d made it very clear since your arrival that he wanted nothing more than for you to fuck off and leave him alone, but somehow you still weren’t getting the message.

A flash of pink in Bo’s peripheral, your diy pedicure, told him he was no longer alone. He ignored you anyway, carrying on with his repairs as though your presence didn’t make a lick of difference in his eyes. Hopefully, you’d realize he wasn’t in he mood and go bother Lester or Vincent.

“Bo? I know you can hear me.”

No such luck.

“So? Doesn’t mean I have anything I wanna say to you.”

His voice was slightly muffled coming out from under the car, but you could hear the annoyance dripping from every syllable. Huffing softly, you reached out and nudged Bo’s knee with your toe. When no response came, you did it again, a little harder this time.

“Bo?”

“Jesus H. Christ.”

Slowly, Bo began to work his way out from beneath the truck, grumbling and grunting like a bear being pulled from its cave. You took a step back, in part to give him some room and also to give yourself a chance to admire the view. Even in cut offs, busted up sneakers and a filthy tank top, Bo wasn’t exactly hard on the eyes. His toned arms and knife sharp jaw more than made up for his lack of fashion sense. If it wasn’t for his constant scowl, he might have been the most handsome man you’d ever seen.

“If I ever forget my name, I’ll know who to ask” he glared at you from beneath the brim of his ball cap “Someone better be fuckin’ dying.”

You tilted your chin up and squared your shoulders back slightly, before matching his glare with one of your own.

“You said you were gonna drive me into town today.”

Bo let out a sigh that seemed to come from the soles of his feet, muttered something you couldn’t make out, and leaned down to grab a grey rag from his toolbox. He began wiping the grease off his hands, and you watched the way the veins in his arms flexed with interest.

“I said if the truck was working, I’d take ya. But it ain’t, so that means you can either go ask Lester to drive you or start walking.”

“Lester’s out on a job” you shot back “And it’s too hot to walk.”

Bo shook his head and grinned, his teeth somehow blindingly white in spite of how much he smoked. You knew well enough by now, though, that for Bo, smiling meant the same thing as a dog bearing its teeth. This was a warning, one he’d be sure to make good on if you kept pushing.

“Tough shit for you then, darlin’”

You bristled visibly, which only made Bo smile even wider. He was toying with you now, and as always, you’d played right into his hands.

Gotcha.

“I told you, do not call me that.”

For a moment, Bo was too distracted by a drop of sweat that trickled down from your hairline to your jaw to answer. He watched as the droplet made its way down the curve of your neck and over your collar bones before disappearing between your breasts. You were dressed in a halter top and shorts that barely covered your ass. Looking at you made Bo feel all hopped up and crazy, like he was a horny teenager again. He wanted nothing more than to slam you into the nearest wall and fuck the sass out of you.

“I’m sorry darlin” he drawled, taking extra care to emphasize the pet name “Snapping your fingers may have gotten that little JV boyfriend of yours to jump to attention, but it’s gonna take whole lot more than the promise of a two minute fuck to get me to pay you any mind.”

“Please, you wouldn’t even last that long.”

Bo’s expression changed so fast, it scared you a little. You’d seen him fly off the handle a million times, throwing shit and screaming abuse at Vincent, but this was different. Something about the way his jaw tightened and the way his eyes flashed told you what you’d tapped into was deeper, darker. This was a whole new side to Bo, and you wanted to see exactly how far down the rabbit hole you could go.

“The fuck did you just say to me?”

His voice was a low and eerily calm, the growl of a predator who’d cornered its prey.

“You heard me.”

Silently, Bo lunged at you. You tried to sidestep him, but he was too quick. He caught you round he waist first, and pulled your body to his so quickly you banged your head off his sternum. While you were still blinking away stars, he grabbed a fistful of your hair, and yanked back, hard. Your eyes stung with delicious tears, and the smell of smoke and spiked sweet tea on his breath made you dizzy.

“I think I need to bend you over the hood of my truck and show you just how wrong you are. Of course, then anyone walking by could see how we deal with mouthy little sluts around here. Would you like that?”

You let out a sound that was between a whimper and a moan. It seemed to excite Bo even further, and he licked his lips before he spoke.

“Use your words, honey.”

You took a shaky breath, your body trembling with fear and arousal.

“N-no.”

A faint smirk played around Bo’s mouth. His grip on your hair tightened, and he brought the hand around your waist up to grab your jaw. You’d been trying to turn your face away, to get what little distance from him you could and now you were trapped. He was making you look at him, his blue eyes almost black.

“No…what?”

You stared at him, pupils blown wide, wondering what the hell he wanted. Then it dawned on you.

“No…sir.”

A deep, rich chuckle rumbled in Bo’s chest. He ran a thumb over your lips, the gesture weirdly soothing considering how tightly he was holding onto you. Then, without warning, he pushed you away. You stumbled and fell backwards onto the ground, your palms stinging where the gravel bit into them.

“Go on now, git.”

You stared up at him, your bottom lip trembling as the tears in your eyes finally began to spill down your cheeks. Humiliation and desire swirled in your gut. You felt hot, bothered and bruised, and you weren’t sure if you wanted to deck Bo in the face or kiss him.

“What the fuck are you waiting for? I told you to git. If I have to tell you again, I won’t be this nice.”

You scrambled to your feet, barely missing the spray of gravel Bo kicked your way. Still crying, you started to run back up the road. You could feel Bo’s eyes burning into your back, but you refused to turn around. You knew if you did, you’d go right back there and let him play out every twisted fantasy he had with you. But there was no way in hell you wanted him to think he’d won.

For now, you’d have to go back to your room, lick your wounds and satisfy yourself with your hand. Come tomorrow, you’d see if Bo was ready to make good on his threat.

#easter askbox event #bo sinclair x reader #bo sinclair x you #slasher fic #bo sinclair #bo sinclair imagines #house of wax 2005

[jesse-cromeans-sugarbaby]

Rusty Nail x Reader. She is the younger sister to Lewis and Fuller Thomas. And she is candy cane? Maybe Fuller makes her be the one to mess with Rusty since she is a female? After she hesitantly starts talking to him on the radio, instead of rusty wanting it to be a fling he kinda hoped he could actually get to know her. So he kinda gets sad when he gets set up but also mad at the brothers cause he doesn’t want to blame her for tricking him. Joel this makes well enough since.

Ask and you shall receive

Gruesome love

RUSTY/FEM!READER

Warnings: mentions of blood, death, Guns, slight gore, unwanted smelling, kidnapping,reader is scared y’all..fluff? I made this kinda dark..

Sighing softly, I leaned your head on the window of the car. The boys have been making me want to pull out my hair. They wouldn’t stop bickering. I don’t think I could take another second of them arguing. Thank god fullers distracted with the ham radio

Fuller has been fucking with it the entire ride. Asking stupid questions and acting like a fool. Suddenly he turns around to face me. Raising a brow, I know that look…ugh. “Sooo lil sis you wanna help your big bro prank some horny truckers?” Shaking your head. “No, I’d rather hang myself” I say before shooting him the finger. “Please..I’ll buy you your favourite snack for a whole year!” ”you can’t even keep yourself out of jail..” you deadpan. He slaps his hand on his chest, “oh you wound me” rolling your eyes at his childish antics. Glancing out the window I look at the dry land surrounding us.Turning your head to look back at him you see he’s giving you his best” puppy dog eyes”.

Slapping his head I know he won’t shut up til I do. “Alright alright..don’t blow a blood vessel” he cheers and shakes Lewis, he just slaps fuller off him. Handing me the radio I frown, maybe I shouldn’t do it. Sighing I speak into the radio.

“Hello..this is candy cane…?” Imumbled fuller looks at me waiting for me to speak some more, but you can’t think of anything. Suddenly you hear someone speak over the radio. “Candy cane..” gulping you. “Well, hi there who’s this” there’s a long pause. “You can call me rusty sweetheart” you look at the boys and fuller seems to be losing his mind. “We’ll rusty, I hope you're doing better than I am..this drive seems like it’s taking forever” “roger that candy cane” fuller smirks.

“Nice we got him” I frown…this feels mean. Bringing the radio back up to my mouth. “Well I do love travelling though..cause it lets me see the world” I hear a chuckle then he speaks “then you’d love to hear about all the places I’ve been” I smile slightly and fuller nudges me “i would love to hear all about it” he starts speaking but he gets cut of and then there’s static. Fuller slaps the radio and fiddles with the nobs while whining. Sighing lean back in my seat…he really was a sweetheart..and you would love to hear all about his stories.

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The car is parked outside a motel I watch as fuller walks in to get us a room. Watching him get shoved to the side I furrow my brows. Suddenly hearing the radio pick up again I hear. “Candy cane?” Lewis tells me to ignore it. Frowning fuller gets back into the car holding the room keys he passes me mine. He hears the radio and looks at me.

“Tell him your turning in for the night and your staying lone star motel room 17 if he wants to meet up”

I glare at him and shake my head. He pushes the radio into my hands and I hiss at him. I frown,before speaking. “Hey there, rusty,how have you been?” “Hey candy cane, I’m good, how bout you sweetheart” I can’t get over the shitty feeling..this is mean, so mean and I hate I’m a part of it. “I’m turning in for the night, if you wanna meet up I’ll be at the lone star…room 17” “well that would be a treat” fuller snickers “tell him to bring pink champagne” I sigh before speaking “and bring pink champagne..it’s my favourite” god this feels terrible..

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That was what led us here….sprinting through a corn field. I couldn’t find Lewis or Fuller anywhere. I glance down seeing my whole body covered in dirt. My hair sticks to my face due to sweat.

Frightened, I tried to make sense of the situation. My body was shaking so much, from the cold and adrenaline. Whispering, I tried to call for Lewis, but heard nothing. I walked through the field seeing the parked truck sitting in the middle of the field. I looked around and suddenly tripped, confused I looked down seeing..fuller laying in a puddle of blood. I gasped covering my mouth, tears forming in my eyes. My hands shook as I crouched and tried to shake him. This was my fault…I cried and stood up on shaky legs.

“Lewis…please answer” I whispered..I didn’t see him anywhere I lost him when we all split up. After walking a little further I spotted Lewis. I ran over to him and he hugged him. Crying into his chest I told him about fuller. He cussed and kicked the ground, before turning to me “were getting out of here ok just follow me”. Nodding I follow closely behind him.

He walked over to the truck, hopefully the keys were still in the ignition. Lewis went to step closer, but all I heard was the sound of a gun going off. I felt blood splatter all over me. I stood there frozen..lewis? I turn to look and see his body lying on the floor..his chest covered in blood… i feel a hand on my face, making me turn my head. I turn and see rusty..grinning

“Well there you are gorgeous…I’ve dealt with those mean boys..ya had me running around”

Looking down at me with a smirk he slides a thumb down my cheek. Before leaning down and smelling my hair. He inhales and sighs before standing up straight. He kicks Lewis' body before picking me up. Throwing me over his shoulder. I struggle in his grip panicking. “Now don’t worry sweetheart…ain’t nothing gonna happen to ya” he says before bringing me to the other side of the truck, setting me down in the passenger seat. He grabs some rope and ties my hands together. Before buckling me into the seat. He turns so he’s face to face with me, his eyes glinting.

“I think I promised you some stories..didn’t I sweetheart?”

#rusty nail joyride #rusty nail x reader #x reader #slashers #murder husbands

[rodolfoparras]

Anyways, a second ask in a row because I didn't want to also add my oc talk to the other one

Grumpy, drunk, and tired Price all pissy because Gaz and Everett are helping him brush his teeth and shower up because he smells like the pub

Only for them to rub his muscles and loosen him up in bed so he's not so grumpy going to bed, pulling at least 4 little orgasms from him (two for both of them) before wiping him up and cuddling him to bed, he's out like a light and snoring (they'll clean him up again in the morning, especially if he's hungover)

And OF COURSE, Everett loves sleepy cuddle sex, very willing to let you do what ever you want with him or to do whatever you want him to do to him. May not be a talker normally but will be very vocal and sweet during sleepy sex 🫶 very sweet after too. Tea, some food, helps you to the bathroom and washes you up, loads of kisses as he rubs out any knots in your muscles, whatever you need, he's on it 🗣️‼️ but are you okay pooks? Would you like to talk about it?

Soap gets banned from doing laundry other than his own and Everett also ends up doing his own because he is taking NO chances. Ghost wears the pink shirts and glares at Soap the whole time

The dogs are cool when they're quiet and chill, like any of the boys in the living room, so Soap can creep over and pet them a little bit without reactions from the dogs. Does not like being outside in the field when Ghost and Everett play with them, which they wind up just taking the dogs for a walk around town instead so Soap's not too frightened with the dogs being crazy so close by

Soap is a little goofball, can see him putting little hats on the cats and they just play along with it, strutting some goofy hat

Everett does love when his boys coo at him🤭 yeah he's a traumatized war criminal but he loves being their bunny! (He loves when Gaz and Soap do it especially because of their accents + voices, Soap will coo in Scottish and Gaz just has a way with words) but he doesn't say it aloud, he's embarrassed but they all know because he wears the bunny balaclava anyways

One time I took a half of two different edibles and got soo fucked. My vision felt like those old cartoons where they'd zoom the picture out until the screen went black and it happened every time I blinked. I also harassed the hell out my bf, was yearning soo hard.

But I can see something like that happening to Price so he just drinks a bit instead when the boys wanna get high and monitors them throughout it. Makes sure they're eating and drinking water through giggle fits

Also, Everett and Price frotting while both a little tipsy??? Rubbing their cock(lets) together while all flushed pink and panting??? Get Everett drunk at a bar and you risk indecent exposure before bro is already in Price's lap grinding on him, he is ready to fuck him right there (probably fucks him on the car ride home while someone else drives)

also Everett who's got a little crush on Rudy?? (Projecting 😊 I love you Rudy) So while Price and Alejandro relax together and have a drink during a visit, both their boys are sat at their feet kissing and riding each other while moaning and whining (it's Everett who's whining, would let Rudy dominate tf outta him)

You're so real btw for imagining Price doing that to you ✋ those videos are so hot, so jealous of both of them

Bringing petplay back because it's probably my favorite kink/scene (I've definitely been a little insane to Charlie about petplay with Graves and Jeff 🧍‍♂️)

Soap with a muzzle(he bites hard w/ sharp canines) and a wolfs tail plug (irony 😋) and ears to match, Everett with the bunny theme, mmmaybe Ghost with a bear or maybe cat theme and Price, Roach, and Gaz all talking care of them?

Ugh imagining one of the boys (Price) telling Soap to open wide and pissing in his mouth through the muzzle as it splatters from hitting the bars 🫢

Everett riding or cock warming something the whole time, probably sucking someone off at the same time (probably Gaz whos playing and tugging on his overgrown buzzcut)

Roach who soothes a grumbly Ghost, coaxes him into it slowly and lets him watch everything until he gets needy, letting Roach fuck him even if he bites and growls until his brains all mushy (please forgive my spelling, I'm dyslexic and auto correct isn't helping 😭)

ANYWAYS 🫢🧍‍♂️

Who said all that 🏃‍♂️💨💨

Can't contain oc + poly 141 horny thoughts

I'm like that one screaming cat with it's head in it's paws

-🐧

THEY ARE LIVING MY DREWM LIFE I also want to pamper price and fuck him to sleep and then wake him up with more sex before pampering him all over again🧎🏻‍♂️

Oh I love when someone is talkative during sleepy sex bc you can talk about your day or about anything at all and anything they ask of you sounds so sweet coming out their mouth 🧎🏻‍♂️I’m okay sugar bee! I’m waiting for my docs to prescribe me my calming meds but for now I’m not feeling anxious or anything thankfully 🫶🏻

Soap getting matching outfits with the cats and dogs 😭 he’s more inclined to match with the cats but the more he grows comfortable with the dogs the more he starts matching their clothes with his

Oh Jesus that sounds like a trip but I’m glad your bf was there 😭 even tho the poor man had to put up with harassment/ j

Hello I’m kicking my legs and twirling my hair the thought of subs making out in front of their doms🧎🏻‍♂️🧎🏻‍♂️🧎🏻‍♂️

Wait the muzzle… pissing in their mouth while wearing it I am listening 👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀 or watching the pathetically trying to get closer to your crotch but can’t bc of the muzzle 🧎🏻‍♂️also leashes hello? Id let price prance me around I mean who said that :/

#alec answers #🐧 anon

[boygiwrites]

Harley D. Dixon 8

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Author's Note. PSA!! I re-worked the last scene in the previous chapter! (It's just different dialogue and a lot of it was cut to fix the pacing.)

Anyway. Very excited to share this chapter! :)

We spend all day scavenging.

Apparently some people want to start heading to Fort Benning, but Rick wants to stock up before we even think about it. We can't really drive across half the state when we don't even got toilet paper, after all; let alone food or gas.

He leads us from town to town, stopping at random shops, houses, and doctor's offices along the way, in search of supplies. Everybody stays behind in the cars, keeping watch, while the men drag themselves into building after building, coming back more empty-handed each time. I can tell it's starting to weigh on Rick. The last thing anyone ate was that potato salad, and our water bottles are all pretty much empty. We're hungry, tired; miserable — A group made up of growling stomachs and parched mouths.

Ahead of us on the road, Rick honks once and sticks his arm out the driver's window, pointing to a small supermarket he wants to loot.

He takes a left turn, and we all follow him into the parking lot, ready to rinse and repeat.

Everybody parks in front of the store.

My Dad shuts the engine off.

"I'll be back in a bit." He gruffly tells me, pocketing the keys. "Be good. Don't go nowhere unless it's with Dale."

"Okay, Dad."

"And if a walker comes up to the truck, what're you gonna do?"

I sigh. "Scream real loud."

We've been having this exact exchange all day, every time he leaves. We don't talk about nothin' else.

We're not really on good terms, but we're not really arguing, neither.

I think we're at a truce.

That's what happens when two people really want to fight but are deciding not to.

He slowly nods.

Then he grabs his crossbow, hops out, and slams the door behind him.

I watch him re-group with the other men, and they walk off together for the fifteenth time today. It's a pretty dismal routine.

I pass the time waiting for them to come back by reading my book. Dad found it for me back at the book shop. I've been reading it all day. It's about a scruffy cartoon dog named Hairy Maclary, and back home, I used to have almost the entire collection. I think it's why he picked this one. Reading it gives me a familiar comfort that he can't give me right now. It even makes me forget about how hungry I am after a while.

Beside me on the middle seat, there's a pile of other things my Dad's scavenged so far.

On the bottom is an ocean-themed blanket, two pillows, and an armful of clothes that he found in a stranger's house. When we sifted through them, I found a pair of socks that fit me. I slipped them on underneath my new boots. I also found some black jean-shorts and a big, green shirt with a purple frog on it. Frogs are pretty cool. I shimmied them both on to replace my pyjamas. Dad found himself a new pair of steel-toe boots, grey jeans, and a button-up that he ripped the sleeves off. We kept the rest of the clothes as spares.

There's also a half-empty box of bullets, a hammer, craft scissors, and one battery, which took him all morning to accumulate.

My tummy gurgles as I turn the page.

Nobody's found any food yet.

If we could eat batteries or bullets, we wouldn't be so hungry right now, but that's not how it works.

Sighing, I continue re-reading Hairy Maclary for the fifth time today, savouring it by painstakingly studying each picture.

It wastes about ten minutes.

"Whatchu readin'?"

I jump.

Whipping my head to the right, I see Shane walking toward the truck. Oh, God. He just might be the last person I wanna talk to right now.

He reaches the open window and casually crosses his arms over it, but his cheerful demeanour doesn't rub off on me. I try to scoot backward, but the pile of clothes quickly gets in the way. He's standing way too close to me. If he leaned forward just a little, the brim of his cap would touch the side of my head. I don't like that. His military dog tag twinkles innocently in the sunlight. Walsh, it winks at me.

Randomly, I become aware of the fact that there's nobody else around. Something about that isn't right.

"What are you doin'?" I ask.

Don't he know my Dad will shoot him for talkin' to me?

"Oh, you know." He shrugs, smiling. "Thought I'd clock out for a bit, maybe take a lil' break. Nothin' crazy."

Uh... sure.

I don't think Rick would let anybody take a quick break. Not in the sorry state we're in right now. No way. I think he's out here in secret.

He nods toward my book. "So? Whatchu readin'?"

Silence.

"Looks good." He jokes. "I'm a lil' jealous, actually. Maybe once you're done, I'll have to borrow it off ya, huh?"

More silence.

I fold the book in my lap, shielding it from his eyes. I wish I could do the same to my entire body. I don't wanna be doin' this right now. It's like being in the CDC again, that awkward stand-off cloaked in darkness — Only this time, we're in broad daylight.

He clears his throat.

"Your, uh—? Your Dad find that for you?"

"I—"

This is makin' me mad, now. Don't he remember how angry my Dad got before? Does he wanna get shot?

He might be acting stupid, but I won't make the same mistake twice.

Shane is not my friend. Shane is a bastard cop, and I hate him, 'cause I hate bastard cops. I really, really hate bastard cops. Looking at him makes me angry. It makes me even angrier than lookin' at Rick made me, and Rick killed my Uncle Merle, but Shane — Shane ruined everything. He's the reason the car rides are silent now. He's the reason my Dad doesn't feel like the same person no more. He's the reason I couldn't just get belted and be done with it. He just had to walk in. Bastard cop.

He's supposed to save people, but I don't feel very saved.

I just feel angry.

"I ain't talkin' to you." I muster up the dirtiest, nastiest glare I got. "You're a cop. A bastard cop."

His eyes widen.

He wasn't expecting that.

"I'm—" His brows shoot up, and he lifts one hand in surrender. "Harley, I'm just a friend. I'm just here talkin' to you as a friend, okay?"

"You ain't my friend."

"Well, I like to think that you're my friend. And... friends worry 'bout each other, don't they?"

He's worried about me?

I see where this is going.

I don't wanna talk about what happened at the CDC.

"You ain't," I sneer, "My friend. How many times I gotta tell ya?"

I pretend to go back to reading my book, 'cause I want him to go away — just like I wanted him to go away when we were in the CDC. When he talks to me like this, Shane makes me feel like a wobbly tower of cards, ready to fall. He makes me feel like everything I ever knew was just a fairytale, or a straight up lie, like Santa Claus and the Easter bunny. He makes me feel like I'm someone worth feeling sorry for; someone who needs saving.

Well, I don't need saving. He's just gonna have to go save someone else if he wants to do it so bad.

I've been staring at the same word for a whole minute, puffing angrily out my nostrils. I hold the book so tightly that the pages start to crinkle under my thumbs, stretching thin, thin, thin, until they're about to rip under the pressure.

Leave me alone, I wanna scream in his face.

"Can I ask you a question, Harley?" 

I take a deep breath, glowering up at him through my bangs.

He glowers right back.

"Is your Daddy your friend?"

"Wh—?"

The page rips.

"'Cause I can tell you what friends don't do." He raises his brows, leaning closer. "I can tell you that friends don't pin ya down 'till you're crying, Harley. I can tell you friends don't shout; don't make ya feel scared. They don't whip ya with belts, Harley. Is that what you think friends do?"

I struggle to speak. I feel like I'm being accused of somethin' I didn't even do.

"I don't kn—"

"Yes, you do. Lemme ask you again." Shane cuts me off. "Your Dad. Is he your friend?"

Yes, is my immediate thought, and I'm— I'm angry again, 'cause this is exactly what I'm talkin' about when I say Shane makes me feel like everything is a confusing trick. I don't like this question. I don't like that he's even asking it. Yes, my Dad is my friend.

I'm overwhelmed with the sudden urge to defend everything he's ever done.

I open my mouth to answ—

"No." He answers for me — Sharp, like a scolding. "No, Harley. He is not your friend."

"Yeah, he is." I'm shocked. "He is my friend."

I love him. If Shane thinks he can just walk over here and start bad-mouthing my Dad, then he's wrong, 'cause it's not gonna work.

"No. He's not." Shane scolds again, but I refuse to listen to him. I'm reminded of my old teachers again. Whenever I was flunking a simple math question, they'd get angry at me, but they couldn't show it 'cause that's not very nice, so they'd settle for sighing and speaking to me very slowly, instead. That's what Shane does. "I know you think he's your friend. I know you think you love him. I'm not saying you don't, sweetheart, okay? I'm not saying that. I'm saying sometimes friends hurt us, Harley, and we need to have a good, hard think about whether or not we want 'em to keep hurtin' us."

"Well—? I—?"

I realize I don't have anything to say. I have a good, hard think about what he means, instead. A friend? A friend hurting me? I think he means my Dad. Yeah. My Dad's my friend and he hurts me, sometimes. It not that hard to understand. At least it wasn't, not until Shane came along and started lookin' at my Dad like he was some type of monster. The dead people, they're monsters, but not my Dad. I swear it's that simple.

"I don't wanna talk about this." I grumble, glaring down at Hairy Maclary as he chases a butterfly.

"Well, I think we gotta, Harley." Shane insists. "This is important. I'm tryna to help you here."

"I don't need your help."

"Why's that?" He asks patiently.

"Because I don't care 'bout any of that stuff." I'm hating all of this. "I ain't scared'a him."

"You see, I don't believe that." He squints. "I don't think you believe that, either."

I am not afraid. I just have to believe this.

"Yeah, I do." I argue.

"Harley—"

"Yeah, I do."

He gets frustrated, gripping the windowsill.

"'Dad, I'm scared'." He quotes. "That's what you said. That's what you said to him, Harley."

Oh. He heard that. Of course he heard that.

"Well, y-yeah, 'cause I was scared of the dark." I dismiss. "It didn't mean anything. Who cares?"

"You're scared—? You're scared of the dark? You're scared of the dark. Okay. Okay." He takes a step back, rubbing his hands down his face, collecting himself. He laughs but he's not finding anything about this funny. He grabs the window again, harder this time. "You really think I don't remember how you ran off in'a them woods and we all had to high-tail it after you, that night camp got over-run? How it was pitch-black, and you didn't even hesitate? You're not scared of the dark, Harley. Don't lie to me. I don't want my friends to lie to me."

"You're ain't my friend." I groan. "Sophia is my friend. Glenn is my friend. My Dad is my friend. Not you."

"You know what?" Shane gives the door a shake. "Why is that, I wonder? Why am I not your friend, but he is?"

Finally, a question that isn't confusing.

"Because he's my Dad, that's why."

I expect Shane to answer straight away, but he doesn't. He just stands there, raising his brows higher and higher with each second that passes. I frown at him, waiting for him to do something. Eventually, he just shrugs. "That's it?" He sasses me. "That's all you got?"

Well... Yeah.

He's my Dad. Is that not enough?

"He protects me." I'm quick to add. "He makes sure I'm safe. He cares about me. He does up my buttons."

"Anybody can do that." He scoffs. "I can do that."

"No. No, you can't."

"Gimme one good reason why."

"'Cause you're a—"

"And don't gimme any more of that bastard cop nonsense, 'cause I don't wanna hear it. Gimme something real." He makes a fist and beats his knuckles against his breast pocket. "Somethin' from in here. Somethin' from the heart, Harley. Somethin' you haven't heard anybody else say first."

Stumped for words, I try wracking my brain. He's a bastard cop. No, I can't say that.

"Come on." Shane pressures me. "Somethin'. Gimme somethin'."

I go through all the reasons I shouldn't want Shane as a friend.

He's mean? No, Shane isn't mean. I had fun catching frogs with him, and he was even gonna build me a tyre swing before we got forced out of the quarry. He constantly puts himself in danger to provide for the group. He looked after Carl and Lori when Rick couldn't. No. He's not mean, but my Dad doesn't want me to be friends with him. My Dad's word is law. That's a good reason. Yeah. I'll say that.

"It's not allowed." I tell him. "That's why."

"What does that mean?" Shane scoffs. "Do you even know, or is this just him speaking again?"

Oh. It is. I'm just recycling things I've heard before.

Why am I doin' that?

Whatever. I'll think of something else.

"Uh—" I struggle. "You-? You're—?"

I can't come up with anything.

Shane shrugs. "You don't have anythin' else for me?"

"You're—"

A bastard cop.

It all comes down to those three same words.

"You're-You're-You're—" Shane mocks me. "Come on, girl. Think."

I give up.

"I can't, okay?" I finally snap, and in one big huff of anger, I throw my book at his chest. He was right. I can't think of any reason why I should hate him. Not even one. All my thoughts are my Dad's thoughts, and when I try to create new ones, it's just a twisted mess of words and ideas that have never even come outta my own mouth before, only in through my ears. It's just a trick. It's impossible. "You win, okay? There's no reason for me to hate you. S'that what you wanna hear?"

"Finally." He chuckles, picking my book up off the ground. "Good. Good girl. That's what I'm talkin' about."

He holds it out to me.

I snatch it off him.

"I don't hate you." I grouch. "Never did. You win."

"Nah, I think you won." Shane rests his hip against the door with his arms crossed. "You learnt somethin' new just now."

"What?"

He looks like he's proud of me when he says, "How to think for yourself."

How to think for yourself.

What does that mean?

My Dad never taught me how to do that, I don't think. He's taught me everything else I know, like how to skin fish, use a compass, and do up my laces, but he hasn't taught me this. Shane taught me this. I guess I've graduated from learning how to catch frogs. This is a little trickier, but I think I understand. Thinking for myself is like a game — Say something Dad has never told me to say. I don't think I'm very good at it.

I must look a little unsure, 'cause he reassures me, "This is good. This is the first step of somethin' really good for you, okay?"

"Really?" I ask.

Shane seems to know a lot about this.

"Really." He smiles. "Now does this mean you're gonna drop that whole I-hate-your-guts act?"

"Oh. Um..."

I really want to hate Shane. It makes everything so much easier. If we're not friends, then that means I don't have to listen to him talk about what happened at the CDC, and I never wanna talk about that again. But I said it myself, just now. There is no good reason to hate him. He ain't mean, he ain't bad at protecting people, and he definitely doesn't hate me back. He wants to be my friend.

If I don't accept, I'll just be making myself look like an idiot.

I guess he tricked me into becoming friends. I don't know how he did that, but it worked.

"Fine. I'll be your friend." I give in, smiling lightly. It feels a little like admitting defeat, but also like breaking free of something I was stuck in. I don't like hating people. If Dad didn't do it first, I don't think would have ever hated Shane. "But on one condition."

I hold up a finger, putting on a serious face.

Shane smiles, "Shoot."

He's looking at me like no matter what I say right now, he's already gotten what he wants.

"My Dad can't know."

This is very important. I might not hate Shane, even if I am still annoyed with him, but my Dad hates him. He also hated Ronnie, and Ronnie ended up in a grassy ditch in the woods behind our house, with his face beaten to a lumpy, sticky pulp. I don't want that to happen to Shane.

"You know, you're a very smart girl, Harley." Shane lowers his voice. "That's right. Your Dad can't know."

I nervously pick at the skin on my lip. "I've never kept a secret from my Dad before."

"That's alright." Shane soothes. "That's good. That means you're a good person. I'm a good person, too. But this here is our secret now, okay?"

"So, we're friends now? You promise not to tell?"

"That's right." He says. "I promise. You know why?"

"Why?"

"'Cause I won't ever do anythin' to put you in danger, Harley. I want you to remember that."

He puts his hand on my shoulder.

I won't let anything happen to you.

That's somethin' Dads say to kids. That's something my Dad's said to me. But Shane's not my Dad. He's not anybody's Dad.

When we first arrived at the quarry, I remember thinking that Shane and Lori were Carl's parents. Whenever the other kids wanted to play with Carl, they would always go ask permission from them, just like they'd ask permission from Carol if they wanted to play with Sophia. They'd also hover around him all day, making sure he wasn't getting into trouble, and put him in time-out when he was.

Only parents are allowed to do those things. 

I think Shane also thought he was Carl's Dad, 'cause when Rick returned and he wasn't allowed to do those things anymore, he seemed sad.

"Like... how you protected Carl?" I guess.

He gives me a squeeze before letting go.

"Yeah. A little like that."

"But why? Why do you wanna be friends so bad?"

He thinks about it for a minute.

Eventually, he settles on an answer.

"Because we both know it wasn't the dark you were afraid of, sweetheart." He tells me, sighing. "That's why."

I look down at my boots, embarrassed.

It wasn't the dark I was scared of. It was my Dad.

I guess Shane figured it out faster than I thought he would.

I hate that I can't lie to Shane like I can lie to myself. He must've been real good at interrogating people.

"Earlier, you asked me why I'm out here — Why I'm talking to you." Shane says now. I look up at him. "I'm doing it because no one else will. Not Rick. Not Lori. Not Glenn. Not Sophia. Not even your Dad. None of your other friends can help you the way I can, Harley, because they didn't see what happened in that room. They don't know, but I do. And that's very special to me, okay? It's special to me because it means I can help you. And I needed to make sure you were my friend before that can happen."

I start to frown. I do not want his help. That wasn't part of the deal.

Shane gives me a serious look, like he can tell what I want to say. "I know you don't want my help. I know you're angry. You're confused, and I get that. That's okay. But you need to understand that as your friend, I want what's best for you. And what's best for you, right now, is for you to realize that there is someone here who knows what you're going through. Someone who... just wants to help. Someone who's on your side."

I don't know how he plans on helping me. I don't wanna know, either. Cops puts people in jail. There's no jail anymore, but there is rope, and there are places to tie people up — Like shopping cart bays. Jim. I remember how he thrashed. I remember his screaming. I don't want Shane to get beaten, but I also don't want my Dad to get left. I have to choose one. I'm sick of choosing, but I have to. I know who I'm gonna pick.

"Shane, I know we're friends now, but my Dad is my number one friend." I really hope he understands. "Please don't do nothin'. Please don't help."

This makes Shane angry.

He licks his teeth; works his jaw.

I can tell he's already tryna puzzle out how he's gonna trick me into agreeing to this next.

"Please." I ask nicely. "We can still be friends. We can color together. I don't have my crayons no more, but I think Rick found some pencils, before. We can use those. I'll let you do my hair, too, if you want. We can even play tag. Just please don't take my Dad away."

When my Dad got taken away for killing Ronnie, I was sad almost every single day until he came back.

"I need him." I tell Shane. "I love him. Please don't help."

He just keeps giving me that angry look.

I recognize this look, I realize.

It's the look he gave my Dad at the CDC.

Blood-lust.

I realize I'm begging for the wrong thing.

Shane's not gonna take my Dad away.

He's gonna kill him, just like I thought. That's how he thinks he's gonna help.

"Wait." I frown. "I didn't mea—"

"What is going on here?"

I snap my mouth shut.

I look out the window. It's Dale, near the RV. He quirks one hairy eyebrow at us. I glance at Shane. I watch as he slowly re-directs that murderous look onto Dale, and I worry that something bad is going to happen. His veins pop out from his forearms as he grips the window.

"Just what do you think you're doing?" Dale asks, disgusted. "Don't you realize what Daryl would do to you if he saw this?"

Shane's jaw muscle ticks.

"It's okay." I quickly intervene, holding up my book. "He was just askin' about my book."

It's true, he was.

At least, he was at first.

Dale ignores me.

"I'm sure he won't appreciate you sticking your nose where it doesn't belong, I can tell you that much for free."

Wow. He's pretty brave for sticking up to Shane like that.

"Welp. I wasn't askin', Dale." Shane laughs, pinching the bridge of his nose. He shakes his head. He seems to think Dale's nothing more than a pesky little bug that he doesn't wanna deal with. He drops his hand. "You know what? I ain't doin' this. I got more important places to be."

He pushes himself off the truck.

"Nice shirt, kiddo." He mutters.

We watch him walk all the way back to the supermarket, one hand on his gun.

That didn't go so well.

As soon as Shane is back inside, Dale turns his suspicious eye on me. "What did he say to you?"

He wants to kill my Dad because he cares about me.

"Um. Nothin'."

"Are you sure?"

Aw, man. I don't like lying to Dale. He's so nice.

"Yeah. I'm sure."

"Okay," He lilts. "As long as it's not anything me or your Dad should know about."

Oh, God.

"Nope."

I put on my most convincing smile, like I'm posing for a picture.

He eyeballs me for what feels like forever, trying to decide if he believes me or not. I don't think he does. I know I should tell him the truth, but I can't. If Dale tells my Dad that Shane wants to kill him, he's gonna ask how he knows. He's gonna have to tell him that I was talking to Shane, and that just means I'm gonna get belted again. I'm tryna forget all about that, not have it happen all over again.

Besides, Dad already knows Shane wants to kill him, and he's not gonna do anything to put our new friendship at risk, anyway.

It's fine for now.

After a while, Dale gets sick of studying me, and he nods.

"Well, how about you come read your book in the RV? It's getting pretty hot out here."

He's not wrong. It's hot today.

"Oh, did you got that fan working?" I ask hopefully.

Like I said, we've found just about everything except for food — Even a new table fan, thanks to T-Dog.

"Sure did." Dale smiles. "It's working like a charm. Come check it out."

I hop out of the truck and into the soupy, summer heat.

"Can you read my book to me?"

He ruffles my hair. "Sure thing."

"You gotta do a funny voice for Scarface Claw. He's the evil cat."

He laughs.

Dale's a little different than Shane.

He doesn't have to ask to be my friend.

An hour later, the RV door opens.

I lift my head, the cool breeze from the fan fluttering across my face. I watch Rick stumble inside. He's drenched in so much sweat that it looks like he just took a long, hot bath in his clothes. He steals a rag from the drying rack and smothers his face in it. The little fan whirrs politely.

"Any luck out there?" Dale shakes out his newspaper, peering at Rick over his spectacles.

Rick tweaks the faucet on, shoves his head underneath it, and licks up the five little drips that come trickling out, moaning.

Gross.

"Doesn't look like you struck gold in the water department." Dale deadpans. "Any food, at least?"

Rick slides onto the floor, panting heavily.

When he peeks one eye open to glance at me, I belatedly turn the fan towards him, and he sighs in bliss.

"I just need a minute."

I'm literally fanning Rick off. I'm not sure if that's funny or not.

The RV door opens again.

My Dad walks in with Morales, both of them glistening like cuts of oily pork. Dad dumps his crossbow against the wall and crouches in front of the table. He turns his face this way and that against the breeze of the fan, ruffling out his wet hair. He gives my knee two pat, pats, to thank me. I smile just the littlest bit. Morales slumps on the kitchen, huffing and puffing.

Dale laughs at this weirdly entertaining sight. "So? Talk to me, here. What'd we find?"

Rick nudges my Dad out the way to feel the fan better.

"Scoured everythin'," He gulps, wiping his dripping brow. "Top to bottom, left to right. Hell, we even broke open the damn registers, but nothin'. Not even a chocolate coin. Cans were busted all over the floor. Rats were shittin' in the rice. Glenn almost got bit. Shane disappeared for a while; said he got cornered in the break room. Full-scale disaster, is what I'm tryna say."

Shane disappeared, alright, I think, glancing at Dale to try gauge his thoughts.

He just shakes his head.

"I take it we're not considering rat-casserole, yet?" He asks.

"Nah. Trust me, we would'a." My Dad scoffs. "But the dead ones were already chewin' on 'em."

Ew.

I think I'd rather eat frog legs.

Morales gestures My turn now, so I pivot the fan onto him next.

"I don't see how we're gonna make it to Fort Benning the way things are," Rick says. "But we can't keep doin' this."

"What's the plan, then?"

"We do what Shane suggested." He shrugs, looking around for objections. There aren't any, so he makes a cutting gesture with his open palm. "We power our way through to Fort Benning — Straight shot. We wipe our assess with leaves. We eat whatever game Daryl can find. We boil river water. We sleep in the cars. I'on care. I'm not risking our lives for this anymore. It's not worth it."

"Fan's pretty worth it." Morales sighs wistfully.

Dad side-eyes him, as if to say, You serious?

"And when we run out of gas?" Dale chimes in again. "RV's only gonna make it three more days, tops. And I don't even want to look at the radiator hose. It's hanging on by a thread, and barely, at that."

"We siphon." Rick simply says. "We drive and we don't stop unless it's to siphon or sleep. That's how it's gotta be from now on."

Drive, siphon, sleep.

Drive, siphon, sleep.

It don't sound fun or nothin', but it sure beats scavenge, scavenge, die.

"As for the hose," Rick rubs his sweaty, stubbly chin, before pointing at my Dad. "You're sittin' next to a mechanic. Daryl can do check-ups every few miles, and if somethin' really goes side-ways, we can just pull one from another car. There's a solution to every problem. Problems, I can handle. Full-scale disasters — Not so much. That's why I'm choosin' this. I believe we can do it."

This group is strong. It's like a glue that won't let up.

"As long as we don't gotta make more jerky." I mumble.

One by one, they all chuckle.

It's been a long day.

"Alright... Let's get a move on, then." Rick shakes his head tiredly as he stands back up again, against all odds, his smile a beacon.

The sun clips through the window like a golden floodlight, slowly sinking; slowly burning.

"We're runnin' outta daylight."

The fan continues to whirr like a happy kitten.

Author's Note.

Shane... the master manipulator!

That was one jam-packed conversation I had to get down, ahaha.

And Rick... I just love clowning on him every now and then. He's so corny and fun. The last scene in this chapter might be my favorite in the entire story so far, it's just so random and simple.

Please let me know what you thought about this chapter!!!

Sending love! :)

#the walking dead #twd fanfiction #twd #daryl dixon twd #daryl dixon daughter #daryl dixon fanfiction #daryl dixon #daddy issues #rick grimes #fanfic #ao3 fanfic #angst #shane walsh

[hrts4eddieee]

Braces free// Eddie Munson x fem!reader

Summary: you get your braces off and surprise your boyfriend Eddie.

Writing this cause I’m getting my braces off tomorrow finally and im excited so!!

Warnings: pure fluff

Word count: 1k

(Not proofread )

You smile

Into The mirror of Eddie’s van , looking at your teeth you just got your braces off after two long years of getting them tightened, not being able to smoke as much , being careful doing some actives with Eddie , getting cheeks cut open , you are finally free of the metal restraints, you giggle to yourself excitedly as you put your seatbelt on and step on the gas driving back to Eddie’s , you told him you were hanging out with robin you wanted to surprise him with the new look , he never cared about the braces he thought you looked nice with them and always helped you with appointments or if you were in pain , but you both know it makes some stuff more difficult having to be careful but he doesn’t care he loves you anyways braces or not.

You pull into the trailer park driving eddies shitty run down van , you look over and see max outside feeding the dog that hangs around the park you beep the horn causing the redhead to jump and look up “hi max” you yell over with a smile “oh hay y/n” she says with a smile “eddies got hellfire tonight do you wanna hang out with me” you yell to her , you and max got close after her close brush with death , she’s a sweet kid she deserves better then this shit whole town “yeah of course I just rented back to the future of you wanna watch it” she yells back I nod with a smile “I’ll bring the snacks” you yell back as you pull into eddie’s small dirt driveway hitting the breaks , you take the keys out take off your seatbelt and check your teeth in the mirror once more before getting out of the van kicking away stray beer cans that were littered around the trailer, you walk up the steps and into the trailer your ears are immediately met with Eddies strumming of his guitar you smile to yourself placing your handbag on the small kitchen table

“Hay sweetheart is that you I’ve missed you”

You hear Eddie’s sweet voice yell out you have a plan that causes you not to talk so you keep your mouth shut and dont say anything walking over to the fridge you grab a beer “not gonna say hello to me” eddie says in a teasing manner you turn around to see the long haired boy standing infrot of you with his arms crossed over his chest covering his hellfire shirt , you shrug plaguing the beer to your lips walking past him and making you way to his bedroom , you hear Eddie’s foot steps behind you following you in confusion he watches as you flip onto his bed your body spread out ,

What the fuck why won’t she talk to me

I think as I slowly make my way over to y/n I don’t wanna make her mad so I gently sit beside her on my bed placing my hand on her back rubbing comforting circles “did somthing happen with robin” i offer confused….no answer what is going on “are you ok” i ask more worry in my voice then I mean to let out…again no answer I roll my eyes “com’ here” I say pulling her body into mine sitting in my crossed legs her back on my chest I play with her hair I hate seeing her sad especially if I’m the reason “y/n sweetheart what’s wrong talk to me” I beg into her ear she shakes her head causing me to let out a sigh “princess please just let me know what’s going on yeah please I’m here” I say she could tell me anything..literally anything , she shifts out of my lap And onto the bad in front of me her legs also crossed she looks up into my eyes not saying anything just staring at for a while I start to get really worried until I see a small smile creep onto her pretty lips I let out a breathy chuckle “what’s going on” i ask more confused then I am in ms.oDonald’s class she looks down “I wasn’t with robin” she whispers and i swear I can feel my heart go into my feet “what” I ask with a hit if hurt..she wouldn’t would she “what are you talking about y/n sweetheart what is going on” i ask tears starting to form she springs her head up “oh no no baby no I was uh…I was” she stutters before looking into my eyes and smiling at me I look over her face my eyes landing on her teeth…wait… my eyes widen and i put my hands up to her mouth pulling at her lips and cheeks pulling her mouth open wider causing her to laugh “you got your braces off” I say excitedly she nods with a bigger smile on her face “I know look my bear teeth can you believe it” she jokes I chuckle tackling her into the bed “they look amazing” I say forcing her mouth open again running my finger along her top row of teeth she giggles “that feels weird” she says I chuckle and grab her hands Putting them into mine “do they hurt” i ask she shrugs “a little bit but not a lot I’m glad they are off” she says pulling our hands up to her mouth kissing mine I smile “you scared me for a second” I say with a chuckle she looks at my confused “when you said you weren’t with robin” I elaborate she pouts “yeah sorry probably not the best way to tell you I guess sorry Ed’s” she says I laugh and shske my head “your gorgeous y/n braces or no braces” i whisper into her ear she smiles pulling me into a kiss , “that feels different” I say when we pull away she nods “I know right” she says with a nose scrunch I smile down at her “i love you y/n I love you so much” I say rubbing my fingers over her lip she pecks me lips “I love you to eddie munson so much”

We cuddle for the rest of the day until I have to go to hellfire…she really is pretty braces or not I will always love her.

#eddie munson #eddie my beloved #joseph quinn #stranger things #eddie stranger things #eddie munson smut #eddie munson imagine #fanfic #stranger things imagine #eddie x reader

[lea-andres]

@galaxy-shapeshifter FIRST OF ALL HI WELCOME BACK! SECOND, SO YOU MISSED SOME SHIT!

So, lovely mutuals encouraged me to bring back some of my ocs I had made and booted out of my own stuff few times because ocs are only cringe when I do them. This led to a bitter, bitter divorce with a certain popular Espio ship that shall not be named because FUCKERS KEPT SHOWING UP AND GOING "NYEH BUT [SHIP] BETTER!" ON MY CANON X OC STUFF WHEN I AM CLEARLY A MULTISHIPPER AND I USED TO SHIP BOTH!

(It got so bad I cut the ship that shall not be named out of my fics. I don't even proofread my shit before it goes up, you know how annoying one has to get to drive me to go edit a whole ass ship out???)

Anyway, so HERE'S THE GIRLIE DINAH AND HER BROTHERS BRUTUS AND CARLISLE~

(the ship art is @hansuart , red ink sketchdump is Possum, who I think changed their blog name because I can't find them now lmao, followed by 3 @infifi3 sketchdumps.)

Dinah the Spaniel, along with her older brother Brutus the Bulldog and her younger brother Carlisle the Terrier make up Team Cerberus: an archaeology team that hires the Chaotix to assist them on a dig. Something something dogs dig holes for bones joke. Their whole thing is taking powerful ancient artifacts and hiding them so villains like Eggman can't take them and use them.

Dinah's the academic one and the ACTUAL archaeologist of the trio (don't let her look fool you though, she's got a collapsible quarterstaff hidden on her person and she *will* wreck you with it!), Brutus is the muscle and a gentle giant, and Carlisle is a mad scientist that will invent anything or attempt just about any experiment for funzies and never worry about the consequences. Highlights include:

-Building a mech suit that basically turns the wearer into a superhero. Think Iron Man kind of.

-Melting a hole in his lab floor trying to cure love.

-Raised the dead for no good reason lmao. They just walked in a straight line until they bumped into an obstacle and fell over, BUT THEY WERE DEFINITELY UP AND WALKING

-Wants to cut open Espio and figure out how his invisibility works via reverse engineering. No guarantees on Espio's surviving this.

-And lightning round time of everything he built that ever exploded or burst into flames that wasn't supposed to explode or burst into flames.

-Oh also sometimes he goes on no sleep 90 redbull benders and just welds stuff together until he has SOMETHING. What does that thing he just built do? No one knows! He's gonna switch it on without warning to find out though so you might wanna back up. Or run, probably.

They have tags, hopefully Tumblr will cooperate and allow you to peruse them for more info.

#lea's ocs #team cerberus #dinah the spaniel #brutus the bulldog #carlisle the terrier

[maxdamax]

100 reasons to keep living

idk who needs this right now, but i made this for my friend who was in a bit of a dark place and i hope this helped him through it. but i also made it for anyone else who might be feeling this way because i once felt the same. for anyone who relates, scroll to the bottom and read the last reason.

anyways, here are some simple joys of life to keep you going…

finding yourself

a smile that turns into a laugh 

when you blush and when you stumble over a sentence

putting our arms around each other 

bringing people flowers and having them bring flowers

getting drunk off of old fruits

having breakfast before the sun has risen

kissing your baby on the forehead (if you wanna have one)

going into a french bakery and deeply inhaling 

dyeing your hair the colour of the sky

giving life changing advice to a stranger 

just being really stupid, in a rlly funny way

meeting old friends, picking right back where you left off

being a significant other and appreciating them

playing chess or beating ppl at chess

learning about your culture, roots

clicking selfies with friends with weird filters

falling for someone

having someone cry for you

having someone miss you

reflecting over the moments that make up your life

long showers, deep thoughts, frank sinatra in the background

TAYLOR SWIFT DAMMIT SHE IS WOWWW

getting your driver's licence

milestones in relationships, anniversaries

weird friends becoming weird siblings

having someone to vent to 

losing but having ppl who have your back

booping random dogs noses are sooo cute

having “our” song with a friend, family member or s.o.

german is a beautiful language and you gotta treasure it

having an extra 24 hours every 4 years

to discover your spirituality. 

finishing a project you have worked weeks for

to find your soulmate, friend soulmates or different 

to find your voluntary family

laughing so hard your stomach hurts

camping peacefully, one with nature

appreciating, discovering music

stargazing, alone, with a dog, friend, s.o.

blasting music while driving

hot chocolate on a cold day

binge watching your fav netflix's series

sunsets near the ocean / sea

stepping on crunchy leaves in the fall

birds chirping at 8am, popping bubble wrap

travelling, in your country or outside

sun showers after being in the cold

sleeping in on sundays

waves crashing on the beach

capturing beautiful moments on camera

being cosy with blankets and a thick sweater

building forts, (blanket, pillow or brick)

baking cookies with friends

long hugs with loved ones

going to your first concerts

bonfires with hoodies and singing

kittens being so awwww

rollercoasters going eeeeeee

having someone to love

running so fast your legs hurt & calves burn

looking back on old memories, making new memories 

winning a sports game, or participating 

the smell of rain, petrichor

karaoke, shouting songs, both old and new

dancing with your friends

being someone's favourite person, their go-to

feeling good after a great workout

smiling till your cheeks hurt

the perfect outfit, looking hot and feeling comfy

hearing “i love you”; hearing “i love you too”

lighting candles during a citywide blackout

to have children (or not, your choice ;)

taking a nice shower and sleeping in clean sheets

getting a cute tattoo, getting a badass tattoo

losing track of time with the person you love

you are loved, even if it's by me. please always remember that

tracing the person you loves collarbone

our blood is made up of stardust

having random squirt gun fights 

go to grocery stores and sit in carts, pushing each other

resting your head on your friends shoulder, vice versa

confiding in someone, vice versa

random 2 am texts about the meaning of life

trekking, reaching the top of a mountain

having a beating heart and breathable lungs

cookies and milk with your granny

learning stuff, anything, the colour of a dodo bird for example

walking through a rich meadow 

tasting the waves with my toes that are nipping at my feet

digging our hands in soil for no goddamn reason

discovering our soul

smiling when reading a cute text

the way you sleep after finishing a project

road trips with friends singing to throwbacks 

finding a new friend

just not giving up, in cooking, in love, in friends

hugging someone, your face fitting in the crook of their neck

writing poetry at 3 am, having tumblr to share your poetry

idk who would have scrolled down and read the whole thing but if you did, i was once in the same place as you, finding reasons to live. but sometimes, all you need is to breathe, have a glass of milk and think about your dream future. and you will have a future. think about all the things you have yet to experience and live to see yourself experience them. and i know it might not feel like it, but we make more of a difference in other people's lives than we think we do. sometimes, all you need is a reminder to keep going on. take this as a sign. please live as much as you can. you have a future. so please have a chance to live it. it will get better so don’t you think you should stick around to find out if i'm right?

#spilled love #love #keep going #keep fighting #motivation #motivacional #motivateyourself #you are loved #live your life #please keep going #reminder #good advice #to remember #positivity #self care #it gets better #i love you #love eachother #small joys #holy shit #poem #passion #love quotes #depression #mentally fucked #wellness #mental health #therapy #burnout #social anxiety

[theold-ultraviolence]

Angsty/fluffy combination of your last two modern aemond hc’s. One Christmas when Amaelia is really little aemond has a bad flare up of nerve pain, one where he can’t stand any light and noise and just needs to sleep. As horrible as it is he wants reader and Amaelia to have their Christmas without him, reader explains that wouldn’t be Christmas and so tells Amaelia that santa will be a little bit late this year and they end up having their Christmas Day on the 29th just the three of them and it’s everything they could want

Hello darling! I'M SO SORRY THIS TOOK ME SO LONG TO REPLY, normally when I see some messages I'm like, "oooh I'm gonna save this to reply to in the 'puter because it's too good and maybe I'll wanna write something longer and I don't like doing that on the phone" and then I never get my computer out cause I'm a worm in my bed. But AHH I loved this

Actually, I think that Aemond would be one of those parents who starts preparing for Christmas way, way, way ahead. And he's so sneaky, casually asking Amaelia since October what she'd like for Christmas, without being too obvious. Because by November, he's all set. So I think he'd already have everything ready if this were to happen.

And I bet he and reader have 'wrapping' dates, where they stay up late to wrap up Amaelia's gifts so she doesn't notice, and they're all hidden in his office until Christmas eve. But this time, with Aemond being sadly M.I.A. reader had to make due.

Reader drops off Amaelia very early in the morning over at Aegon or Helaena's, to begin the operation of driving to Aemond's office, getting the presents, and setting them up in the tree, before driving over to spend Christmas Eve with Aegon and Helaena.

Poor reader is exhausted, lol.

And Amaelia, while happy to spend Christmas eve with her uncle, aunt, and cousins, she's a bit less bright than usual because her dad is at home. She insists that they bring food back for Aemond, and she's constantly worrying about her papa, asking the reader to call him to see if he's okay (but they don't do it so to not disturb Aemond with the light of the phone screen or the noise of his ringtone).

Reader takes Amaelia back home when she's fully passed out after having played all night, puts her to bed, and then crawls back with Aemond, telling him all about how the day went - but Aemond is so sad that he let down his girl this Christmas. The sadness of it is enough for him to wanna get up and go to her room to wish her a merry Christmas, but as soon as he stands up he gets dizzy, so he laments that he can't even do the simplest task.

In the morning, Amaelia sneaks to the christmas tree before the rest of the house is awake, to open her presents. Before reader is out of the bed to join her, Amaelia is already walking on her tippy toes, silently placing her toys in her parent's room, so she can show Aemond what she got. She's very careful not to make any loud noise or anything, and Aemond smiles weakly at Amaelia's display and how she describes how each toy works/what it does.

The rest of the day is spent with Amaelia playing calmly in between her parents in bed, and resting.

Days later, when Aemond is feeling way better, he makes up for not being at his greatest for Amaelia, by taking her out ice-skating or shopping (but still being mindful of taking it easy).

Maybe he orders dinner from a very nice and fancy restaurant so the little family can have their own Christmas dinner, just the three of them and the dogs, at home.

ALSO! idk if this is a thing in the U.S., but I'm from Mexico, and it's a custom here that the Three Wise Men deliver toys for children on the 7th of January. So if this is a thing (or let's just say reader introduces this tradition to Aemond for a little self-indulgance), Aemond goes all out that day, making sure to wake up at the same time as Amaelia does on the morning of the 7th to be there with her as she opens her gifts, because he couldn't do that on Christmas.

#modern!aemond #modern!aemond's family #aemond targaryen #my oc: amaelia targaryen #my aus #my writing