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whoresidentevil · 22 days

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Leon and Your Hair

a/n: I haven't written in years so this is very experimental 💀 I'm open to constructive feedback!

Also, I wrote this with the reader having type 4 hair in mind but I tried to make it as texture-inclusive as possible :)

General:

Leon himself takes pride in his hair and appearance in general which is one of many ways you guys relate to each other.

I imagine your shared bathroom would be full of hair products and tools more than anything else, though most of it is yours.

Leon isn't ignorant, he knew how important hair is to your culture way before you got together. Because of this, he respects how much effort your maintenance requires.

RE2:

This man 100% uses all your stuff every time he comes over. You start wondering if these containers have a hole at the bottom of them or something. Eventually, Leon just starts buying the shampoo/conditioner combo you use for himself at home because it's doing wonders for his hair. Plus the scent reminds him of you, it's a win-win.

Leon had nice hair before, but your presence in his life introduces him to products like deep conditioner, hair oils, etc that just elevate it further.

When you get your hair braided or styled Leon always wants to be the first person to see it! He even goes out of his way to pick you up from the salon so he can shower you with compliments right after.

If he has time I can see Leon sitting in the salon with you for however many hours it takes the stylists to be done. He sits there flipping through the hair magazines he took from the waiting area, turning the pages over to you every couple of minutes. "Babe, you should try this next time." with the most genuine smile on his face. Even if it was some atrocious 90's editorial style, you smile and nod at every single one.

RE4:

Once Leon starts going on long missions he's unable to be your personal chauffeur 24/7, so he'd definitely want you to text him pictures every time you get your hair done. He always sets them as his phone wallpaper to have an updated photo of you everywhere he goes.

During his training I doubt he'd have the luxury of technology though, instead opting to get a Polaroid of you every now and then in the mail. He always makes sure to compliment you on something in the letters he sends back and keeps the latest Polaroid somewhere in his pockets while the older ones are tacked to his wall. (poor guy misses you so much)

When he's home with you he realizes how much he missed your silk pillowcases and bed sheets. He didn't think they were actually helping his hair and skin until he had to sleep in crazy locations during training/missions and noticed the difference. he silently thanks you for that.

RE6/ID/DI:

After so many years of being together, Leon knows about all your hair preferences, favorite styles, and even things he hasn't seen you in yet. (our boy is educated 👏🏾).

Sometimes you ask him to help pick what you'll do with your hair next which either ends with him saying "You look beautiful no matter what" or showing you very specific photos he found on Google.

It's been years since you've paid for your own hair because Leon insists on taking care of that for you. It doesn't matter how much it costs, he has no problem with it as long as you are happy.

He'd go into the beauty supply store with you and know exactly where to go and what to get, even reminding you not to forget some things along the way.

Leon has a huge soft spot for your natural hair, whatever texture it may be he's whipped for it. Loves being able to touch your hair (with permission) and probably asks to help you on wash days so he has an excuse to do so.

speaking of which, I can see wash days becoming an intimate thing for you two as you get older. He'd help you shampoo in the shower as a form of affection, or you're sitting in his lap while he helps you detangle when your arms get tired.

If you have locs I can see Leon looking up a tutorial on how to do retwists to help you out. Even if you tell him time and time again that you'd rather have your loctician do it he insists you give him a chance. Turns out he's not half bad at it and you let him do it a few times a year.

#leon kennedy #leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy x you #black reader #leon s kennedy #resident evil #fanfic #x reader #x black reader #leon x black reader

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samwise1548 · 9 months

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awh I’m sorry you’re feeling down man :( I hope things get better soon! I was gonna make a request but I don’t think this is great timing. If you’re up for it use this ask as an excuse to draw whatever the heck you want! You don’t have to of course :) but it’s always good to take a break and do something you enjoy, be it drawing or something else <3 sending good vibes!

It’s alright. I’m feeling kinda better now. Thanks for the kind wishes!!

Drew the season 1 archives gang going out for lunch as thanks <3

[ID: a drawing of Jonathan Sims, Martin Blackwood, Sasha James and Timothy Stoker form the Magnus Archives. They’re all seated at a table. Jon is angrily looking at the menu. Marin is holding a mug in his hands. The three archival assistants tag amongst themselves as they wait for their boss to select a meal. The entire drawing is done in shades of green only. \End ID]

#ask box #tma #the magnus archives #jonathan sims #martin blackwood #sasha james #tim stoker #my art

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pathos-logical · 1 year

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How to Keep Doing Descriptions (from someone who does a fuckton)

Plain text: How to Keep Doing Descriptions (from someone who does a fuckton)

This is a list aimed mostly at helping people who already write IDs; for guides at learning how to do them yourself, check my accessibility and image description tags! I write this with close to two years of experience with IDs and chronic pain :)

Get used to writing some IDs by using both your phone and your computer, if you can! I find it easier to type long-form on my laptop, so I set up videos and long comics on my phone, which I then prop up against my laptop screen so I can easily reference the post without constantly scrolling or turning my head

I will never stop plugging onlineocr.net. I use it to ID everything from six-word tags to screenshots of long posts to even comic dialogue! On that last note, convertcase.net can convert text between all-caps, lowercase, sentence case, and title case, which is super helpful

Limit the number of drafts/posts-to-be-described you save. No, seriously. I never go above 10 undescribed drafts on any of my four blogs. It doesn’t have to be that low, but this has done wonders (italics: wonders) for my productivity and willingness to write IDs. If I ever get above that limit, even if it’s two or three more, I immediately either describe the lowest-effort post or purge some, and if I can't do that then I stop saving things to drafts no matter what. No exceptions! Sticking to this will make your life so much easier and less stressful

My pinned post has a link to a community doc of meme description templates!

Ask! For! Help! Please welcome to the stage the People’s Accessibility Server! It’s full of lovely people and organized into channels where you can request/volunteer descriptions and ask/answer questions

I make great use of voice-to-text and glide typing on my phone to save my hands some effort!

Something is always better than nothing!!! A short two-sentence or one-sentence ID is better than no ID at all. Take it easy :)

If you feel guilty about being unable to reblog amazing but undescribed art, try getting into the habit of replying to OP’s post to let them know you liked it! This makes me feel less pressured to ID absolutely everything I see

This is a sillier one, but I tag posts I describe as "described" and "described by me." When saving to drafts, I never preemptively tag with "described by me," since for some reason that always makes me feel extra pressure and extra stress. Consider doing something similar for yourself if that applies!

I frequently find myself looking at pieces of art which feel like they need to be considered for a bit before I can write an ID for them, and those usually get thrown into drafts, where the dread for writing a comprehensive ID just builds. Don’t do that! Instead, try just staying in the reblog field for a bit and focus on the most relevant aspects of the piece. Marinate on them for a little; don’t rush, but don’t spend more than a handful of seconds either. I find after that the art becomes way easier to describe than it initially seemed!

On that note, look for shortcuts that make IDs less taxing for you to do! For example, I only ever describe clothes in art if they're relevant to the piece; not doing that every time saves a lot of time and energy for me personally

Building off of that, consider excusing yourself from a particular kind of ID if you want to. Give yourself a free pass for 4chan posts, or fanart by an artist who does really good but really complex comics, whatever. Let it be someone else's responsibility and feel twice as proud about the work that you can now allot more energy to!

As always, make an effort to find and follow fellow describers! It’s always encouraging to get described posts on your dash, and I find that sometimes I'm happier to ID an undescribed post when the person who put it on my dash is a friend who tagged it with "no ID"

TL;DR: To make ID-writing less stressful and more low-effort, use different devices and software like onlineocr.net and voice-to-text, limit the amount of work you expect yourself to do, and reach out to artists and other describers!

#i have no idea if there's a real audience for this post but this is a genuine list of things i do to help myself out #i hope it can help someone else out too <3 #accessibility #image descriptions #my posts #kay talks #long post #this has been in my drafts for so long i'm exiling it because i can't stand wondering if it's coherent any longer

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angxlwritez · 11 months

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A Sinner's Prayer

➳♡゛-PAIRING: Priest!Nanami x Fem!Reader

➳♡゛-SUMMARY: You confide in Father Nanami to rid you of your sins.

➳♡゛-WARNINGS: Blasphemy, Religious themes, Sacrilegious themes, Smut (MDNI), Manipulation (?), P in V, Biblical References, Begging, Fingering, Priest kink, Masturbation, Creampie, Implied unprotected sex.

➳♡゛A/N: My friends said the shoes he wore reminded them of a preacher...so I took that idea and ran with it💀.

The early afternoon sun was warm against her skin as she continued to plaster a smile upon her fully glossed lips, her throat feeling dry from all the talking she’d done, and her feet were beginning to ache from standing for so long in the five-inch heels she mistakenly shouldn't have worn in the first place.

This was just what the results of your duties were, when you just so happened to be the preacher’s daughter. An image of perfection and grace was to always be up kept and that’s what she continued to do.

“Y/N darling! There is someone here I would like you to meet,” Y/N saw her mother call to her as she shook hands thanking the last few guests for attending the day’s service. As she walked over to her mother, she saw her having a conversation with someone she had not seen before. It was a bit odd as the town she was in was fairly small and many people seemed to know each other in some way.

“You called me mother?” Y/N questioned, the curiosity in her tone not being concealed as she glanced at the mysterious blonde man from the side of her eyes.

“I did. This is Father Nanami, he will be attending our church for a while. He will be taking over the position here and helping your father with some things within the church. I would like if you could assist him with anything he may need and to make him as comfortable as possible, he is our guest after all.” Y/N’s mother explained to her as she nodded her head refusing to look the man in his eyes once more.

As she introduced herself in a quick fashion, she was beginning to feel hot under his intense gaze. Not long after, she had produced an excuse to leave the pair so they can finish whatever conversation they were having prior.

As she walked away, she drew out a breath, she felt the heavy feelings of guilt finally disappear off her shoulders. Impure thoughts were filling her head the exact moment she saw him, and she needed to pray them away she needed to ask her savior to help rid of these thoughts and to not fall into these evil urges.

As weeks passed by Y/N barely spoke to Father Nanami. She would always make sure that everything he needed was there and ready for him so he would not have to speak to her. That wouldn't stop her from looking at the man though it was almost impossible not to, anyone with eyes could see that he was an attractive man and even if he was, she needed to stop.

However, one day Y/N found herself alone with Father Nanami in the church. She had been cleaning the pews after the service while he had stayed behind to finish some work. As she dusted, she felt his presence behind her and she couldn't help but turn around to face him. His eyes met hers and she felt a sudden heat rush through her body.

"Is there something I can help you with, Father Nanami?" she asked, trying to keep her voice steady.

He walked closer to her, his eyes never leaving hers. "Yes, Y/N, there is something you can help me with," he said, his voice low and smooth. "I've noticed the way you've been avoiding me. Is something the matter?"

Y/N felt her heart race as she struggled to find the words to reply. "N-no, Father, nothing is the matter. I've just...I have been doing some duties for my dad and I just don't want to get in your way."

Father Nanami took another step closer to her, and Y/N could feel the heat emanating from his body. "You don't have to avoid me, Y/N. In fact-"

Just before the man could finish his sentence Y/N's phone began to ring. She quickly reached into her pocket to check the caller ID, hoping for any excuse to get away from the situation. As she looked at the screen she noticed it was her dad.

"Excuse me, Father Nanami. I have to take this call," she said before rushing out of the room and answering the phone.

"Y/N, I need you to come to the house right away," her father's voice was stern and she knew she couldn't refuse.

As she made her way to the house, she couldn't help but feel relieved that the phone call had interrupted the moment with Father Nanami.

When she arrived she noticed that her dad was on the phone with someone and seemed to be in a heated argument. He motioned for Y/N to sit down and wait for him to finish the call. As she sat down, she couldn't help but feel anxious, wondering what the argument was about.

Finally, her dad hung up the phone and turned to her. "Y/N, I have some bad news. Your mother and I will not be here for the next few days. We'll be out of town making a guest appearance at another church. We need you to take over some of the more of duties while we're gone."

The woman nodded as she spoke, "Of course. What do you need me to do?"

"You'll be helping Father Nanami with leading some of the services and assisting him with anything he may need. He's still getting adjusted to the town and the church, so it's important that you make him feel welcome and comfortable." Her father explained before giving her a warm smile.

As her father left, Y/N couldn't help but feel a sense of dread. She knew that being alone with Father Nanami would be dangerous for her. The urge to give in to the impure thoughts she had been having was growing stronger by the day, and being alone with him would only make it worse.

But she had no choice. She had to fulfill her duties and make sure everything would run smoothly.

And that would be the case until she had finally done it. Y/N had given in to temptation and now she felt dirty. She couldn't avoid the urges that hindered inside of her head as the restless nights of her dreaming about him alone had finally reached the brink.

Y/N tried everything she could to avoid it but her fingers had found their way to her clothed core, her body trembling with desire. As the thought of Father Nanami consumed her every waking moment.

The man had awakened something inside of her that she had never experienced before, and the temptation was too strong to resist. The way he looked at her, the way he spoke to her, it was as if he knew what she was feeling.

The moment she’d finish it was as if a light switch had turned on in her head, she ran to the shower trying to scrub her skin with the rough loofah wanting to rid herself of the sin she’d committed.

But the guilt lingered, like a heavy burden on her shoulders. She knew what she had done was wrong, that it went against everything she had been taught growing uo.

As the days passed, the woman went about her way trying to push away any thoughts that were consuming her.

One day as Y/N went and greeted everyone she had hoped that there was a seat available in the back. She could not trust herself to sit at her usual spot in the front pew without feeling embarrassed and ashamed.

But still everything would have been fine if things were operating as normal. Unfortunately for her today was not that type of day. She'd gone through the special service being done today with the man, knowing her father was not here. Having prepared everything for him she'd find herself without any luck having to sit at the front and center, right where Father Nanami could see her every move.

As the service started, Y/N tried her best to focus on the words being spoken by him but she couldn't help but freeze. His voice seemingly deepening with every word he spoke, "But among you there must not be even a hint of sexual immorality, or of any kind of impurity, or of greed, because these are improper for God’s holy people."

Y/N felt like he was speaking directly to her, and she couldn't help but feel the guilt wash over her once again. She knew she had sinned and she wanted to make it right.

As the service continued, Y/N's mind raced with thoughts of confession. She knew she needed to tell someone and ask for forgiveness as it was only right.

Almost as if it was fated his words being spoken lingered in the air, "If we confess our sins, he is faithful and just and will forgive us our sins and purify us from all unrighteousness."

As the service came to an end the woman continued her duties and locked up the church.

Trying to shake the nerves she cleared her voice, later facing the man. "Father, can I speak with you for a moment?"

He turned to her, not even looking slightly surprised. "Of course, Y/N. What is it that you need to speak to me about?"

Y/N took a deep breath, trying to steady her nerves. "Father I need to confess something to you. Something that I've been struggling with since you've been here at the church."

His expression softened as he listened. "Go on, Y/N. Whatever it is, you can tell me. I am here to listen and to guide you."

Y/N took another deep breath before speaking. "Father, I've...I've been having impure thoughts about you. And it's not just thoughts, I've acted on them. I know it's wrong and I'm sorry."

Father Nanami listened intently, his face giving away nothing. "Y/N, I appreciate your honesty. It takes a lot of courage to come forward and confess your sins. Do you want you sins forgiven (Y/N)?"

Y/N nodded as she too nervous to speak. In a quiet tone she answered, "I do."

Father Nanami placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder. "First, we need to work on preventing these impure thoughts from consuming you."

Suddenly, she felt one of his hand on her thigh, and she gasped in shock. As they slowly inched its way up her leg.

"Tell me how often have you been having these thoughts?" His breath hot on her neck as asked her the question.

Y/N's heart raced as his hand continued to move up her thigh, her body betraying her once again. She closed her eyes, trying to fight the temptation that was consuming her.

But it was no use. She answered him truthfully, "Every night, Father. Every night I dream of you."

He leaned in closer, his lips brushing against her ear. "And what do you dream about, Y/N?"

The woman open and closed her mouth trying to form coherent words together, "I dream about you touching me, Father. Touching me in ways that I know I shouldn't want."

His hand reached her pussy, and she moaned softly. "And do you want me to touch you like that, Y/N?"

She didn't answer, but the way her body responded was enough for him to kow the truth.

His hand stopped on her pussy, his fingers gently brushing her clit. As she started to breathe heavily, making soft whining sounds.

"I know you want me to touch you, Y/N. I know you're aching for it. I’ve seen the way you’ve been watching me too."

He pushed the fabric of her dress aside and slipped a finger inside of her. Making no effort to stop him, she opened her legs wider, letting him in.

The man continued to fuck her with his fingers, gently grazing her clit with his thumb. "You're so wet. I can tell you want me to fuck you. Isn't that right?"

She couldn't answer, as the pleasure was too much for her to even think. The woman moved her hips against his fingers, wanting more and more of him.

The man leaned in as if to kiss her, but stopped no more than an inch from her lips. Instead, he kissed her neck, running his tongue down her collarbone, before returning to her chest.

With his free hand he pulled the front of her dress down, revealing her breasts. Leaning in he took one of her nipples in his mouth, sucking on it lightly.

Continuing to Suck on her nipple, her moans filled the air, as she let out soft whimpers. Pulling away from her he spoke, "If you want me to stop, all you have to do is say so," he whispered a smirk gracing his lips.

His words continued to travel into her ears, making her wetter by the moment as she wanted nothing more than to fuck him shaking her head franticly.

"I don't want you to stop. I need more. Please."

The man continued to tease her as his teeth grazed her neck.

"That's it, Y/N. Beg me for it. Beg me to fuck you."

"Please, Father. Please fuck me."

She felt his fingers leave her pussy as he pulled her panties down, and before she knew it they were on the floor.

He grabbed her hand and pressed it against his erection, which was hard as a rock. "See what you do to me, Y/N? See how you make me feel?"

His body pressed closer to her, and he kissed her passionately. Grabbing her by the waist then turning her around, bending her over the pew, before taking off her dress entirely.

As he spread her legs with his own, she felt him rub his cock against her pussy.

The man grunted slightly as her hot wet walls were sucking him in. "I think you were made for me." He whispers in her ear before slipping himself out of her.

Slowly he started to enter her again, inch by inch, her head feeling light from his actions. "Oh God!" She moaned as the pleasure started to take her over.

"Wrong name. Let's try that again, shall we Y/N?" He whispered in her ear. Y/N nodded, trying to understand what he meant by his words.

He continued to fuck her, "Good. Now use my name, Y/N. You want to be forgiven of your sins, don't you?"

The woman nodded as she was trying to find the words to speak.

"Then use my name. Scream it loud so that no one can hear you, but your God Almighty."

The pleasure was too much for her, and in a breathless voice she moaned, "Father..."

The man stilled his movements for a moment, waiting for a response. "No good. I need you to scream my name, Y/N!"

She didn't know what to do, but the pleasure was too much to handle. The man pulled out of her suddenly, making her groan in protest. She turned around, looking at him with pleading eyes. Her voice coming out in panting breaths as she begged, "Please Nanami, I need you to fuck me…Please!"

That was all he needed to hear. Grabbing her by the hips, he pulled her to him, before slamming his entire length inside of her. He leaned in to whisper in her ears. "Your pussy feels like heaven Y/N."

The woman leaned back against him, her hands grasping onto the wood before her. In return, he wrapped his arms around her, the hand on her hip, joining the other in pinching one of her nipples.

"Feels good, doesn't it? You love this huh?" he grunted in her ear.

She answered him with soft moans and the nodding of her head. His hand gripping her breast harder, nails digging into the flesh of her breast.

The man then grabbed her ass, pulling her back to meet his thrusts. "Your pussy is so tight for me."

She continued to hold onto the pew as she panted in pleasure. "You want me to cum inside of you, Y/N? I'll give you everything you need."

The woman was in another world, as her body moved along with his own, their breathing growing heavier by the second. As she once again tried to form her words "I want you to cum inside of you me... I want you to fill my pussy with your cum."

The man groaned as he felt the tightening of her walls, before moving one of his hands to rub her clit, her release coming seconds after his own.

They stayed that way for a few minutes, him still inside of her, before he pulled out, both of them collapsing onto the wooden floor of the chapel.

They laid side-by-side, panting and trying to catch their breath.

"I'm glad you came to me, Y/N. But your penance is not yet complete. Can you meet me back here at 8:30 AM sharp tomorrow, we have a lot of work to do."

The next day, she was sitting in the same spot as before on the floor of the church. Her mind still racing from last night, when she felt a hand tap her shoulder.

Looking up, she saw Nanami leaning over her. "Good to see you again. Ready for your penance?"

The woman nodded, her body aching for him to touch her. "I'm ready to be forgiven Father."

The man smiled, and pulled her into a kiss, before grabbing her by the hand and dragging her to the confessional room.

He shut the door behind them, before sitting down on the chair, beckoning her to kneel in front of him. Her body still aching from the previous night, she let him pull her into a kiss, her hands wrapping around his neck, as his tongue entered her mouth.

Pushing her onto her knees, he unbuttoned his pants and took out his rock hard cock.

"Now let's get started. Shall we?" The man spoke, as a mischievous glint took over his eye.

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ironwhoore · 2 years

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i’m right here, i got you.

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summary: reader is under vecna’s spell

pairings: eddie munson x hopper!reader

id listen to radio gaga by queen while reading this

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“i’m going to stay here with eddie okay? wanna make sure he’s safe.” you tell robin, steve, max, el and dustin.

“whatever you do, keep your walkie on got it?” steve demands,

“yeah i know, be safe out there okay?”

“we will,” max smiles,

you’ve been hiding with eddie ever since he wouldn’t respond to any calls and with the news footage of his trailer you knew where he was hiding,

“y-you don’t hate me?” he has tears in his eyes,

“eddie why would i hate you? i know you could never do something like that!” you hugged him as hard as you could, “what happened?”

“you’re not gonna believe me,” he runs a hand through his tangled hair. when you give him an eager look that you’re all ears he inhaled deeply, “so i-i,” he exhales, “chrissy fucking cunningham asked me for weed and we went to the spot in the woods but-but then she asked for something stronger so i took her to the trailer to give her some and,” he lets out a broken sob, “i came out of my room and she was in like a trance or something i don’t know but, she-“ he pauses and looks at you,

“eds, ‘s okay, i’m listenin” you rub your hand on his back,

“you’re gonna think i’m crazy,” he laughs sadly, “she-she floated up into the air and her bones,” he takes a breath in, “they snapped. all of them. and her eyes, god y/n her eyes! they were sucked into the back of her skull. so-so i knew i had to get out of there, i would’ve been blamed for it and i-i didn’t want to go to jail and i was scared so, i ran.” eddie looks at you with tearful eyes, “i ran y/n like i always do, i-i could’ve just told the cops that i came home and she-she was in there but fuck.” you lean your head on his shoulder, “i was so fucking scared y/n you don’t understand. i had to get out of there.”

“eddie it’s okay, i would’ve done the same thing. that must’ve been scary, i’m sorry.”

that was 2 days ago, now eddie is screaming into the walkie for help, you were in a trance. just like chrissy. you got up and went to the bathroom, excusing yourself from the conversation you were having with eddie for a second, then you looked into the bathroom mirror for a few seconds after brushing your teeth, when you walked out you saw your sister el standing in a yellow flower field,

“el?” you run up to her, and give her a hug which she accepts lovingly,

“i missed you y/n,”

you pull back from the hug and look at her, she has shoulder length hair and she’s taller. you haven’t seen her in six months, you two wrote to eachother quite frequently, after deciding to stay in hawkins to graduate after your father’s death.

“i missed you too el,” you sniffle,

“you did?”

“what? of course i did!”

“you didn’t miss me y/n, you never came to visit.”

“el i didn’t have the mone-“

“no.”

“huh?”

“no, you feel guilty y/n. you don’t want to look at me in person because you’re guilty. you’d see me and break down because you know you let me down. you let dad down.”

“guilty? el what are you-“

“you’re the reason dad is dead.” she turns around and her back is facing you. you take the opportunity to grab a big rock next to your feet and put it in your pocket, because whatever this thing was, it was not your sister.

“you’re not el,” you speak up,

“what?”

“you’re not el, what the hell are you?”

it turns around and gives you a catlike grin, “you are smart y/n.” it’s still el’s form, but not her voice. this voice is much deeper, almost demonic.

“what the hell?” you walk towards it, and it’s form changes, a fleshy, tall figure.

“it’s time y/n. time to end your suffering, i know how everytime you go to sleep you cry. cry because you miss your dad, cry because you’ve failed eleven. but i can help you, i can end it.”

“no.” is all you say,

“what?”

“i said no.” you chuck the rock as hard as you can, it hits the figure in the neck and you bolt the opposite way of it. there’s a tree with a thick trunk that you spot, so you dash behind it hoping to wait until this thing leaves.

“you cannot hide from me y/n.”

“what do you want from me?” your breath has picked up a heavy amount,

“i’m taking what is mine back. and i need your help to do that.”

“i don’t want to help you, you creep!”

a familiar sound echos through out the field, it’s a song? you sit there for about a minute before lyrics start coming in,

“i’d sit alone, and watch your light. my only friend through teenage nights, and everything i had to know, i heard it on my radio.”

radio gaga by queen, you stand up and look towards where it’s coming from, there’s a light ahead, you see yourself in the air and eddie screaming,

“so don’t become some background noise, a backdrop for the girls and boys who just don’t know, or just don’t care. and just complain when you’re not there!”

you run towards it, almost tripping over your feet,

“you’ve had the time! you’ve had the power! you’ve yet to have your finest hour!”

you’re almost there, a yard away, when something crashes next to you making you fall. but you get up immediately and start running again,

“we watch the shows, we watch the stars. on videos, for hours and hours. we hardly need to use our ears. how music changes through the years!”

not even 10 feet away, you can make it, you can make it. you slip over your own feet and fall again, you’re pretty sure you’ve hurt your ankle, but you don’t care. you keep going until you reach that window to what you assume is reality, when you reach it you fall and hit the ground.

“oh god! y/n,” eddie rushes towards your side and pulls your torso into him, hugging you. you fling your arms around his neck,

“eddie,” you cry into his neck, “eddie!”

“oh fuck, are you okay? oh my god i thought i lost you,”

“im scared eddie, i don’t know what happened i-i saw el, and then-then,” your words were cut off by a sob tearing from your throat and you push yourself as close to eddie as possible, he puts his hand on the back of your head and kisses your forehead,

“i’m right here,” he soothes, “it’s okay i’m right here.”

reblogs are appreciated!!!

#stranger things #ironwhoore #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson angst #eddie munson is hot #eddie munson smut #eddie munson fluff

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zorilleerrant · 1 month

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Jason was right about the school. Bruce pulled some strings and went on some whole long thing about scholarships. Not to Jason, but he can still see it in the haggard smile on the face of the woman in charge of liaising with all the educational institutions, the way she overemphasizes certain phrases like she’s repeating them word for word.

Not least of all the part where she pushes seventeen brochures into his hands and asks him, with a pained look in her eyes, if he’s thought about college, and work-study programs, and student discounts on all sorts of things. Thin lips biting back the way Bruce obviously wants desperately to pay for it all, as if he isn’t already paying Damian’s tuition out of pocket.

The scholarships are real, this just clearly isn’t one. This is someone paying too close attention to someone who should’ve slipped his view, and now Jason can’t even use his own name anymore. A Jason, sure, there are lots of them, but the one Bruce has gotten so worked up about? Best case, he’ll think Jason’s a plant by some villain who wants to throw him off his game, worst case – worst case he’ll know.

He doesn’t think he can use Peter, either. Not unless he wants to see tears pile up in the corners of Bruce’s eyes while he smiles softly and pretends they aren’t. Not that Jason’s ever gotten entirely used to that one, either, the handful of times he used it.

Fuck, it would all be so much simpler if he really were just some down on his luck single dad, going back to university to learn things he never got a chance to, never having to hide all the things he shouldn’t know. But he’s about as much Greg Cather as the guy who made the fake ID was, if you don’t count the picture. It’s not actually of Jason, but it’s close enough.

Damian can still keep his given name, at least, and Jason can be Baba all he wants, and they have, you know, the things he planned. All the things he planned. They have food, and clothes, and somewhere to stay, and Damian’s going to school soon. Everything but Jason’s rock solid plan to hole up in a safehouse and do who knows what.

Put on a mask and be Robin again. Be Batman, but better. Hell, be a supervillain, maybe, just so long as he got to dress up as someone else for a while, have an excuse to run and jump and climb and stare at the blurry stretch of Gotham under weightless apogee. Drag himself back into the moment when he could fly.

He still has weapons. He just also has Batman’s scrutiny.

There’s something almost as soothing about packing a bookbag for Damian. The bag he had, sturdy canvas dragged all the way from home, and Damian would probably throw a fit if he had to go to school without it, so just as well. Something has to be consistent in the kid’s life. But everything else is from this neat little closet, smelling like artificial flowers over industrial cleaner, someone trying to pretty up another soulless shell. But under that, he can smell the paper scent of brand new notebooks, carboard boxes and plastic discarded to the side.

Everything is new and fresh and unmarred. Jason doesn’t think Damian’s ever used a marble composition book before. He’s used a ballpoint pen, but nothing this cheap, used markers, but never the washable, nontoxic kind. The books are well below his reading level, but he hasn’t studied literature yet, doesn’t know what he’s in for, and Jason finds himself a little jealous. Back to school shopping was always his favorite, just for this, even if the charity bins look a little brighter these days. Bruce’s fault or whatever. At least he’s done something right.

Damian looks skeptical at the neatly packed bag, lighter than he’s used to hauling around, but Jason’s riding his satisfaction high, brushing out the kid’s hair and feeding him breakfast, getting him to his first day of classes on time.

Breakfast is a granola bar and an apple. Jason will go shopping after.

Damian glares at Jason for clutching his hand too tight, but they make it to school without incident, and Jason barely has to juggle pleasantries before he remembers how to sign a form, sign Damian in. Hopefully not consign him to – well, Jason went here, too, and it was bad, some days, and worse others. But Damian is starting sooner, knowing more than he did at that age, and with Jason to back him up if anything goes wrong. So.

So.

“I’ll be fine,” Damian says, with an eyeroll that doesn’t cover the tremble in his lip, but makes Jason smile all the same.

He packed Damian a lunch. It’s not a very good lunch, but it has a note in it, some aphorism he’s already forgotten, just to get the kid through the day.

“I know you will,” Jason tells him, and wonders what he’ll do the whole time Damian’s in classes. Find someplace to hide and watch the school all day, waiting for something to happen? Better at least pretend to look for a job. Better plan how to make his money look legitimate and keep the Bats off his tail.

“Be good for your teacher,” Jason says, because he knows the three people in the office with them expect to hear it, even though he’s never understood exactly what it meant. But it sounds good, fatherly, when he says it, and causes Damian to give him a serious nod.

“I’ll pay attention and take notes,” Damian says, solemnly, with the double meaning Jason can’t break him of, because he’s still convinced they’re undercover somehow. He knows they left, he knows they’re hiding, he knows all the implications of running away, it’s just that Jason can’t explain what that means about their life. What is there to compare it to?

How do you ever explain to a kid that you’ve dragged them into a world they always knew existed but never got a chance to see? How do you teach them to fit in without telling them day after day this isn’t right anymore and that isn’t how we do things and for god’s sake, Jason, you can’t pick fights at school and calm down, it’s just a test.

Damian looks over his shoulder to wave goodbye as the smiling sunshine teacher takes him by the hand, and Jason waves back, fingers stiff as he tries to look casual. It’s easy to be calm in the face of the quotidian. Everything is a test.

#look i said something #my writing #fanfic #zorille's jason raises dami

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lunelicmoone · 2 years

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even more election arc tntduo things because why the fuck not

just to throw him off, q blows that stupid little strand of hair out of wilbur's face with the excuse that "you do it all the damn time. might as well help you out a little." (tommy gagged dramatically when he did it, and tubbo stifled his laughter as to not "ruin the moment")

wilbur fixing q's tie because it looked "unprofessional." and also because "it's annoying me. you don't even bother to tie it right and its just irritating." (quackity would tease him by saying "why are you looking so hard?" to which wilbur just wouldnt even answer him. the tips of his ears always gave him away, though)

wilbur soot, president of l'manburg: "yes, i find big q handsome and pretty and id lowkey fuck him if he asked but if you claim to have seen me checking him out then you're wrong and im gonna charge you for lies and slander because i have never done that ever i never—" meanwhile you catch him an hour later staring hard at q's unbuttoned shirt and his hands

SMOKE. BREAKS. sometimes wil would approach quackity before debates, and mind you q is already in politician mode so he's like "ah, mr. president. what brings you and your fancy—" and then he just stops when wilbur pulls out a pack of cigarettes with a hint of a smile on his face (they end up spending 3 hours outside and eventually arrive late to their own debate)

wilbur paying very close attention to quackity during his speeches despite going around saying that the other candidates "don't know what they're talking about", or that "no one's gonna vote for him. he has a history of being a hack politician", or even that "he's just in his rebellious phase, he'll get over it after we win." ("wil?" "…" "wil." "[hum]" "wilbur!" "ah— what? quiet, tommy, you know we cant talk during speeches." "but you-- we literally-- whatever.")

sometimes they'd arrive to the courtroom earlier than everyone else to, according to wilbur, "settle any personal arguments." (no, there's no any other reason. his face is flushed because it's hot in here, and no, the huge open doorway that leads outside to the cool almost-autumn breeze doesn't help. no— don't listen to quackity, he is not handsy, shut up.)

wilbur's cabinet + fundy and george have daily discussions on whether wilbur and quackity have something going on. everyone thinks that they do. well, george didnt officially answer. he fell asleep 5 minutes into the discussion. they put him down as a "yes" anyways.

#tntduo #c!tntduo #tnt duo #c!tnt duo #c!quackbur #still love these guys #election arc tntduo are forever superior #pogtopia arc is a close second #they hate each other but they kiss behind the stage #its great really #dsmpshipping #lune's drabbles #lune's writing #election arc brainrot

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nrcnewspaperclub · 1 month

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The day we’ve all been waiting for. Day seven of getting banned from every dorm

So Kalim is. Too nice. Far too nice for his own good. There is no fucking way that I am going to get banned from him

Also, I’ve been staying at Scarabia for a bit now since I got kicked out of Ignihyde already, One of my good friends is in Scarabia so I’ve been staying at his dorm, also I figured I’d consult him cuz he knows the housewarden better than I do

However I am in the basketball club, which means I do actually know Jamil fairly well, I’d even go so far as to consider him a friend. Me, him, Floyd, and Ace cause some anarchy a good bit

So we already knew we were targeting Jamil. My friends immediate suggestion was utilizing Jamil’s fear of bugs, but that’s too uncreative, and I wasn’t sure if I could rlly get banned for that. However I did note it as a last resort

My friends second solution was lighting something on fire, but that’s kind of his solution to everything? That or just dying his hair impulsively

That train of thought gave me the idea to try and mess w Jamil’s hair cuz I know how protective he is of it, but friend shot that down cuz Jamil is too protective of it and it’d be way too fuckin hard to pull that off

So my final thought: kalim can’t get me banned, but I can still use kalim to my advantage.

This is where friend clocks out, context my friend is painfully in love with Kalim so I knew he wasn’t gonna assist me with anything that would taint Kalim’s view of him. To which I say, fuckin coward, but whatever 🙄 (ack then again I wouldn’t do anything that would skew malleus’s view of me so I MEAN WHAT WHAY DID I SAY TJAY I DONT LIKE AMLLEUS)

So a lot of ppl think Kalim is dumb, he isn’t dumb, I know that for sure. But he is gullible, and very impulsive. So what I’m saying is he isn’t stupid, buuuuuuut……….

Anyway one sunny afternoon I tracked down Kalim, he was doing Kalim things, and I started making friendly conversation w him. He asked why I was here in the first place, to which I told him I got banned from Ignihyde but made up a whole sob story so he wouldnt wuestion the fact I intentionally pissed off idia lmao

He felt all bad for me and said I was always welcome at Scarabia, then asked why I chose Scarabia. I said bcuz my friend is here and also casually mentioned the fact I’m not welcome in any dorms

Kalim looks surprised and is like “wow, it’s kind of impressive you managed to get banned from all of them.” And questions how I achieved such glory

To which I tell him a short and abridged version of each tale that makes me sound better than I actually am and he’s in awe the whole time. He then starts rambling and is like “it’d be hard to get banned from Scarabia, I’ve never banned anyone, but Jamil has…” and I perked up and asked what the person did to get banned by Jamil

He said that Jamil had banned this person cuz they’d tried to poison Kalim’s food. Appearantly it was like a student plant all along or some blah blah shit, obviously I wasn’t gonna do that bcuz I’m not a fucking lunatic and I like kalim enough

I had the passing thought I could make Jamil think I was tryna poison kalim when I wasn’t but thatd also break Kalim’s trust in me and probably my whole friendship with the friend I’ve been staying with atp so

I was so out of ideas at this point I started reverting back to my friends suggestion of lighting something on fire, but then I had an idea.

The treasure room. I have the perfect signature spell for this, and I have genuinely no clue how this was not my immediate thought

So when Kalim was done rambling I made a comment abt how it was a really great day to go carpet flying, and tjat id ever been on a carpet before. Both statements here are true

And Kalim will famously take any excuse to go carpet flying so if you even mention it in passing he’ll over to take you so he immediately lit up

He leads me to the treasure room and the carpet apparently isn’t where he left it cuz he started digging around for it. Perfect opportunity for my plan!

My ultimate magic is called Hydra Heads, it allows me to make copies of one item, how ever the more copies I make the smaller they get. The original item gets shrunk down too, but it’ll be more durable than the other copies. This is irreversible. So as Kalim was head first in gold coins looking for that fuckass carpet I found a fairly sizeable vase, one thatd someone would notice if it was gone.

I immediately activated my spell, making about 30-ish tiny copies of this vase. I stuffed em all in my bag and acted like nothing happened

Obviously I still went on the carpet because DUH but now my friend is pissed at me cuz I went carpet flying with his crush or some fucking shit idk I tuned him out

Now begin the scheme

I was sitting in the lounge when Jamil stepped into the treasure room and quickly ran out and ran into Kalim’s room. He noticeeeeed anyway I started my paper trail, I placed a tiny vase in the hallway and one in the kitchen, then I tried to look as unassuming as possible

Jamil picked up one of the tiny vases and looked so fuckign confused it was PRICELESS. A few hours oater came basketball practice, id been leaving tiny vases around Scarabia throughout the day.

Anyway I’m at basketball and Jamil is yelling at Floyd because he’s Floyd and he probably did some shit, I took this opportunity to put a tiny vase in Jamil’s bag, as well as a few in the locker room.

I left practice early, telling the coach that my housewarden needed me for something, and Jamil STORMED out of the locker room as I was leaving and grabbed me by the jersey.

I realized he’d remembered my unique magic cuz of that one time me and Floyd pranked the team by using it on like half the basketballs. Jamil went on a whole borderline unhinged rant about how he’d so kindly let me stay at his dorm and I stole from him and had the audacity to taunt him with it, I gave him the remaining tiny vases and ran off

Did I technically actually commit a crime with this one? Yes! Do I feel bad? Nope!

So uh. Where the fuck do I go now.

-🐾

// should I make a blog for paw anon 👀

congratulations on getting banned from all seven dorms, 🐾. Your journey has been a wild ride.

hold on, what about Ramshackle? Not to get banned from there (unless you want to ig) but you could probably stay there.

//yes, absolutely.//

#[reporter:🪸]#[reader:🐾]#nrc newspaper club #nrc #twst #unreality

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alectology-archive · 2 years

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ohh im sure youve maybe already discussed this but if you're up for it id LOVE to hear your full take on Min. personally i like her okay, but I've never understood the massive favouritism of her on reddit, and it really annoyed me that so much time is spent on her and rand, and so little on elayne/avi/rand, tho obviously elayne and aviendha.. have their own storylines which min. doesnt really

There’s definitely a Type of crowd on reddit which makes her a very popular character there - characters like Egwene and Elayne who’re complex, willing to set themselves against their respective partners, realistically flawed & ambitious aren’t quite as popular for the same reasons.

As for Min herself... well. In general, my feelings about her have progressively gone from 'deeply disinterested in her’ to ‘deep dislike’ over time and it’s such a shame because I’m very fascinated by whatever is up with her ability. It lowkey reads like a very, very minor way of manipulating the Pattern and I've previously kind of compared it to whatever the Finn do & the Seanchan's own omen-reading practices (although I do need to admit that RJ has stated that what the Finn do is very different from Min's powers). If I weren't so irritated by how she ends up getting credit for a fashion trend in Cairhien when 1. She didn't actually start the trend 2. She didn’t like dressing the way she did and only did it because she thought Rand liked it 3. And If Dobraine had actually been praising her for talents other than dolling herself up for Rand, I would actually obsess over the fact that she got called Lady ta'veren because the text lowkey allows for that interpretation in a way. But I digress.

To get back on topic, the main issues I take with her characterisation are:

1. Her contributions to Rand's trauma, even if they're unintentional are massive - these include dumai's wells, Semirhage & Cadusane (I include her since she spends a lot of time bullying Rand or just being a Problem in general. She's not a good mentor figure.)

2. She receives undeserved praise all the time for supporting Rand during his downspiral when she does nothing but exist in the background. She’s acknowledged as Rand's emotional support gf in the fandom pretty widely but this is pretty much nonsense because she doesn't do anything to actually help him with his mental health.

3. She encourages Rand to resort to unhealthy coping mechanisms (resorting to sex during moments of emotional distress) while discouraging him from nurturing healthy coping mechanisms (she also gets really bothered when she isn’t the centre of attention in private)

4. It also definitely gets on my nerves how Min is constantly complaining about having to share Rand with two other women & always reminds the readers that Rand is involved in a polygamous relationship - Avi, Elayne and Rand easily read like they’re involved in a polyamorous relationship without her tbh.

5. Her arc of embracing femininity & constructing her personality around an idea she has of the kind of women Rand prefers (even if Rand liked her perfectly well before she started changing herself for him and never asked her to change herself for him) is one of the worst things to come out of the books. Sometimes her pants are so tight and her heels are so high that she can't walk properly. It’s kind of funny how she’s constantly complaining and blaming him for problems he isn't to blame for because she hates that she's supposed to love him according to prophecy.

6. Min is used to replace more healthy relationships like the ones Rand has with the Maidens & his friends from home which also really grates on my nerves since the books where they take centre stage are my favourite ones

7. She encourages and excuses Rand's bad behaviour a bunch (which Avi and Elayne would never have done). I got this vibe especially during TGS.

8. She blabs about Rand's trauma to practically everybody - including people who're looking to take advantage of him/manipulate him.

9. Min also threatens Rand with physical abuse when he's going through rough patches (this includes using her knives on him? The narrative plays this off as a fun, kinky thing when it really isn't)

10. Also because I’m petty I specifically hate her for that scene from TGH where she gets mad at Egwene for ‘tossing Rand aside’ when she wasn’t romantically interested in him anymore (like ???) She seems to feel that platonic relationships don’t matter as much as romantic ones do & pretty much behaves like it during the rest of the series lol.

RJ is to blame for a bunch of this, obviously, but Min doesn't have enough of a personality outside of Rand for me to really find it in myself to redeem her in my head, tbh.

I will admit that the entire point of providing Rand with an emotional support gf when he's supposed to be in a mental health downspiral was a pretty ridiculous choice on RJ’s part. I suppose Min as a character was set up to fail all along - she can't provide Rand any actual help because that would mean helping Rand out of his downspiral, you know? It gives the same vibes as the pointless plotpoint where Cadsuane is assigned as Rand's therapist when her method of accomplishing tasks involves bullying, abusing and harassing people until they’re sufficiently cowed.

#still think Rand should've had a warder gf tbh #since min doesn't have plot anyway it couldn've been her.#although the way she's written in the books I definitely don't buy her talent with knives or her interest in philosophy/reading #it seems very forced and ooc #you know who else is (actually) good with his knives and would actually make a good warder-#asks #cirillasedai #min farshaw #text #wheel of time

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thygoddessouijathicc · 1 year

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NFR AU Chapter 1: Prelude

(Disclaimer: NFR!Jack is not doing well. He also has a history of murder and identity theft.)

I am sitting in a somewhat rough chair, across from me is some strangely dressed man with a phone for a head.

Even though he has no eyes I can’t help the feeling he’s staring at me.

This is not my first job interview.

I have worked at 12 other locations before… right? 12? Where did I get that number, I’m sure it’s not 12… how many was it?

The phone stares at me, his gaze is ripping me apart.

I imagine myself post mortem being examined by a group of chimpanzees in lab coats. They are not doing a good job.

I itch at my skin. The orange paint is rather itchy, furthering the discomfort of the skin itself.

I start picking at my skin, trying to pull it off.

The phone interrupts me and tells me to focus.

I forgot he was there.

“What was the question?” I ask.

“Do you have any criminal record?”

“I started both world wars.”

“Ah so nothing serious.”

“No not really.” I admit, I need to up my game, I’m disappointed with my abysmal record.

“Do you have any ID?” He says suspiciously. Or at least I think he does.

I pull out a plastic bag and root around, picking out a card and placing it on his desk.

The card has blood stains on it, a small cut out picture of me glued on and slightly peeling.

The phone man picks it up… he doesn’t seem to buy it, but he also doesn’t seem to care. “Mason Foster?” He asks.

I nod vigorously.

“What’s the blood from?”

“Oh well you know how it is.” I smile, way too wide. I have a bad habit of that, it led to my cheeks getting ripped.

“Yeah sure…” if he had a face I’d say that he looks suspicious of me. “I want this conversation done so you’re hired.”

“Wait a moment phoney, what am I being paid.”

“Tokens.”

“I want cash!”

“And I want to see my family again, we don’t always get what we want.”

“Well if I’m not given cash you’ll never see anything again so you see our conundrum?”

“I’ll see what I can do.” He hisses. “Now sign the contract.”

I glare at him for a moment before signing.

Almost as soon as I do my vision blurs and I fall onto the table.

…

I wake up in a wide open expanse of nothing, a road in the middle of the desert. The road ahead twists and curves unnaturally and water is seeping out from the ground and rising into the sky like raindrops.

“That asshole better not have put me here or he’s fucking dead.” I snarl.

I barely dodge out of the way as a large deer hoof smashes the ground I was on. I look at the creature. It’s a towering 9-legged amorphous beast of smoke, looking down at me with glowing eyes.

“HEY ASSHOLE!”

Its neck extends so it brings its featureless face down to me, I stare into the eyes.

“I WAS STANDING THERE JACKASS YOU CANT JUST DO WHAT YOU WANT, WATCH WHERE YOU’RE FUCKING GOING!!!!!!!!”

“Esimed elbativeni sdrawot gnihcram lla era ew.”

“Save your fucking excuses you almost killed me!!!!!!!!!!!”

“Yawa gnitsaw flesruoy leef uoy od?“

“Yeah I’m calling my goddamn lawyer. You can’t-“ I am kicked away by the creature. That asshole.

I land inside a tower, inside is an elderly version of myself rocking on a rocking chair violently while knitting.

I pick him up and throw him out the window.

An eye appears where the window once was.

“DO YOUR JOB. FUFIL YOUR SINGULAR PURPOSE SO YOU MAY CEASE TO BE. THE BEAR MADE A MISTAKE DECIDING TO CREATE YOU. I HOPE YOU CAN AT LEAST TRY TO BE LESS DISAPPOINTING.”

I hate it when these things talk to me. I punch the eye and my vision fades again.

…

“EMPLOYEE! EMPLOYEE WAKE UP!” The phone yells. I get up off the table.

“The fuck did you do to me?” I ask.

“I didn’t do anything I just… you just FELL ASLEEP ON MY HECKING DESK!!!”

“Fine, whatever, lie to me and see how that works for you.”

“Just get to work!”

(Note: NFR!Jack is feral.)

#dsaf #dsaf old sport #dsaf jack #dayshift at freddy's #dsaf steven #dsaf phone guy #Nothing Feels Real DSAF AU

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harveyhawkscripts · 11 months

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[A4A] Yandere Picks You Up After an Asthma Attack [Yandere Speaker] [Romance?]

Synopsis: The listener calls their yandere partner after an asthma attack caused by cigarette smoke.

WARNINGS:Yandere themes, emotional manipulation, tobacco and smoking

About Yandere: A good pickpocket, strong, manipulative

Ellipses (...) are listener replies

Words: 1014

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[Ringtone, beep]

YANDERE

Hello, my darling. How was class?

...

Darling? You sound… winded. Tell me what happened.

...

What?! Do you have your inhaler on you?

...

(Sigh) Oh, thank God. That’s good, at least.

...

I know I always check before you leave, but what if it fell out of your bag, or - or if someone took it?

...

You never know! Someone might want to steal an inhaler.

...

Well... Oh, I don't know! Anyway, don't change the subject. Do you know what triggered the attack?

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What?! Isn't the campus supposed to be tobacco free? You know, how all campuses are?

...

(Sigh) Yeah, I guess you’re right.. Some people just don't care.

...

Did you have your mask on?

...

You were eating lunch? They interrupted the lunch I made you! Hmph. What did they look like?

...

Of course not, darling. You know how slow to anger I am. I just want to report their behavior so it doesn't happen again.

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Don't worry yourself over it, darling, it's bad for your health. I'll take care of everything. You just stay inside and rest for now. Sit up and focus on your breathing, and keep your inhaler next to you. I'll be there to pick you up in just a few minutes.

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Absolutely not! No offense, but you sound terrible. I'll email your professor so you can take the rest of the day off.

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You can always access your assignments online. Just promise me you'll rest before you start to work on anything.

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Good. Hold tight, darling. I'll be there soon.

[Time Skip]

[Car locking]

Finally. Alright, they should be in that first building. Hm, maybe I should text them just in case...

Huh. That smell... Oh. Well, how about that. Now I won't have to bother looking for them.

[Footsteps]

Excuse me? Smoking is prohibited on campus.

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Look, I don't have time to argue. Put those out before I make you eat them.

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Obviously it was a threat, you idiot!

...

Oh, the campus police? And what are they going to do?

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(Laugh) And why would they kick me off campus? I have a student ID -- in fact, I have two! Yes, and your wallets, as well. And this pocket knife -- this isn't allowed on campus either, is it? It is nice, though. I think I'll keep it.

...

Oh, back off. You're obviously not very bright. There may be two of you, but I'm smarter and stronger than both of you dumbasses combined.

...Fine. Since you want to be difficult, let's make this quick. My darling is waiting for me. [Time Skip]

There you are, darling. Let me look at you. Oh, poor thing. You must be exhausted. Here, I brought you some water. Drink slowly, okay?

...

Hm? Oh, uh, there was traffic. Lots of traffic.

...

My lip? My lip! Right. I was chewing my lip, uh, when I hit a bump in the road.

...

Well, that's because --

[Cell Phone beep]

Oh, your professor emailed back!

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Good news, he says you're exempt from this week's assignments.

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Really. You're completely off the hook. Now, let's get you home. I have your nebulizer all set up for you. We can just cuddle and take it easy for the rest of the day, and we can watch whatever cartoon you want. How does that sound, darling?

...

Yes, of course I'll make you some tea! Peach and lemon ginger with Tupelo honey, I assume.

...

Heh, I thought you would want something sweet. Come on, darling. Let's head home.

[Time Skip]

There. All done, love. You did very well. Wait here while I get your tea.

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I know you don't like nebulizer treatments, but it's to prevent you from having another attack.

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Hm, I bet a snack will help you feel better. Here's your tea, darling. I also brought you a toasted pretzel bun and - boop! - Your hypoallergenic teddy. Now, are you nice and cozy?

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Missing? D-did I forget something? Whatever you want, I'll --

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Oh! Me!

(Chuckles) Of course, darling. Let me just snuggle up with you... There we go, all comfy. Are you feeling better now, love?

...

Good...

Darling, there's something I think we should talk about after today.

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Yes, I think it would be best if you switched back to online classes.

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But isn't it stressful to worry about your health and school? If you stay home you'll have me to take care of you. We could even put your desk next to mine.

…

Darling, you are way more important than my job. You know that. Besides, the main reason I work from home is so I can be there for you when you need me. Not to mention, I miss you when you're gone.

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Oh, you don't need to stress over all that! I can arrange everything with your professors. It should be easy enough.

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But you'll have everything you need here at home! Don't you? Don't I give you everything you need?

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Please don't fight me on this, darling. It's for your health.

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But it could happen again!

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No, no. That's not how it works. I'm your partner so it's my job to take care of you.

…

Darling, please calm down. You could have another attack.

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I know you just had a treatment, but you know how sensitive you are.

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(Sigh) Oh, my love. I know you wanted to attend in person this year. You won't be cooped up here, though! We can do picnics at the bay, go to the bakery -- I'll even take you to the library for study sessions. How does that sound?

...

There, see? I knew you'd come around. Now, enough serious business. Let's watch cartoons and snuggle our worries away. Can I pet your head?

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Aw, there you go. Now you're relaxing... That's it darling, you can fall asleep. Rest as long as you want. I'll be here when you wake up.

END

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bxbygxngstx · 2 years

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@queenxfjustice

Fuyuhiko stared out the window of the car at the pretty average looking high school, reading the sign plate that declared it as “Shuji Academy”. According to his research, his target was the Student Council President here with a reputation for being something of a teacher’s pet, or more specifically, a principal’s pet. The reputation didn’t match the rumors spread through the criminal underworld that had reached Clan ears, but he knew better that reputation didn’t always mean anything.

“Would you like me to accompany you, Young Master?” Peko inquired, sitting stiffly beside him as usual. He really wished she would relax some.

“Would you quit it with that ‘Young Master’ shit?” he grumbled, turning back toward her when she spoke. When she didn’t respond to that, he continued, “Nah, it’s just a regular high school, even if it’s one that tries to act more uppity than it is. Doubt any of the pussies here will have the balls to start anything.” With that, he exited the car and headed up the stairs.

Once inside, he could instantly feel the stares and hear the whispers of the students around him who noticed his presence. He was used to those kinds of things happening around him, so he just brushed them off in favor of finding his target. Sweeping the building for all exits and hiding spots more out of habit than any actual threat, he approached the first person that looked like staff. Luckily for him, the fact his target was Student Council President gave him a convenient excuse for being there. “Hey, you know where I can find the Student Council Room? I’m here as a representative of Hope’s Peak Academy,” he told them. Since he had already changed out of his school uniform into the clothes he usually wore for “the family business”, he flashed his Student ID, enough that they could see the school’s emblem and his picture but too quickly for them to be able to read his name or his talent. No need to put people more on edge than they already were around him.

The teacher or whatever she seemed rather offended by the way he addressed her, but upon hearing he was from Hope’s Peak, she immediately lost any fight she had in her. If she was going to fold that easily to simply a prestigious name, he really couldn’t give two shits about respect. After she gave him directions, he didn’t stay long enough to hear her try to talk up her school or herself in a desperate attempt to raise her social status. He had a job to do and didn’t have time to spend on irrelevant civilians.

Finding the room easily enough, he only knocked once to announce his presence before entering to several pairs of eyes staring back at him. Oops, seemed he walked in on a meeting of some kind. Well, he also didn’t have time to wait for her to be done.

“I’m looking for Makoto Nijima.”

#queenxfjustice #(you don't have to match length. just didn't want him showing up at the room with no explaination)#(also in case it comes up later)#(the teacher he talked to was chouno)#Kill or Be Killed | ic #You Guys Aren't Like Me | Non-Despair Verse

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heptasepta · 1 month

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trans day of visibility and other thoughts

i have mixed feelings about this because i really dont know if im trans (nb) or not (cis guy). this isnt actually the first time ive questioned my gender, since i presented as a trans woman during 2020-2021 during covid. basically ive kinda liked the idea of being a girl for a while but certain circumstances made me untrans myself.

the first thing was that i was lazy and didnt want to go through the hoops that was mtf transitioning. also the thought of going out in public as a trans girl was scary but at home it was fine. i know this sounds cowardly but i just didnt really want to deal with that kind of crap so i just didnt. the second and arguably the more important one is that i think i falsely attributed the source of my unhappiness with being a cis guy and not the lack of a strong support circle and zero intimacy with people close to me.

while I do have friends, both online and irl (these days i talk more to irl friends) i still feel somewhat empty as well. not to mention the friends i made years ago dont really keep in contact with me. i try to reach out sometimes and we talk about whatevers been going on but after that its not much else. then they move on, only talking to me when i initiate something to them. i know this is also my fault too because i sometimes dont reach out to talk but it actually really sucks when youre too socially anxious both online and irl so any attempt at socializing comes across as desperate or inexperienced (with how to talk online) like genuinely i feel like im still stuck in 2021 despite the covid lockdowns being over years ago. i also never share anything about myself, not to my family, or people online. because of this i dont really know who i am and its been like this for years now.

i have doodles and papers and text documents full of ideas but i never share them because theyre always in a state of incompleteness and i dont want people to see what my work "couldve" looked like rather than what it actually looks like, without any proof that there existed earlier versions that id rather not talk about since i believe it shows a its imperfection which i know is a stupid thing to believe but at this point i dont really know. hopefully someday ill get it out there but for now, no.

also theres the fact that i really want to make stuff again but i havent, which i keep blaming on being in school but i think its just an excuse for me to keep doing this rigorous anime and video game consumption. i made myself basically a schedule for watching anime and playing video games that i follow diligently. the video game schedule isnt as strict but idk i feel like the past 5 years ive done nothing but watch content or whatever and not creating anything. i keep telling myself that once i "catch up" to enough shows/movies/games/whatever but its just an endless cycle at this point, also considering how slow i watch things, usually one episode a day is all i can tolerate so i dont know why i keep doing this. or maybe im lazy/depressed idk???

i dont really know what the future holds, i just hope i can get out of whatever this is.

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sereneres · 6 months

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beep ⁰

non-idol huh yunjin x reader / 1k

summary. — you really needed to let her go.

warnings. — implied & obvious cheating / angst + no fluff / minor kazuha x reader / inspired by reflections by the neighbourhood

ring.

a groan, followed by a discontent grunt. “unnie, is that your phone?”

ring.

“…no.” a pause. “m’ringtone doesn’t sound like that. ‘s your phone.” another groan.

ring.

chaewon, growing irritated by the repeating sound of yunjin’s ringtone, pinches the said girl, earning a delayed help. “answer the phone, yunjin.” she muttered, peeking an eye open to glare at her lover.

grumbling, yunjin does as the older girl ordered, reaching a hand out to blindly search the surface of her nightstand before picking up her phone. “…unnie, it’s not my phone, it’s yours. mine isn’t vibrating or anything.”

ring.

“that’s my phone you’re holding, yunjin.”

“huh?” yunjin lifts what was apparently not her phone to her face, squinting at the case and yelping when it abruptly turned on. “eugh- unnie, why is your wallpaper so bright?!”

“for god’s sake– give me that.” chaewon snatched her phone from yunjin before pulling away from the latter, causing her to whine in complaint from the sudden loss of warmth against her body. “pick up your phone, yunjin, your ringtone is driving me crazy. you should change it.”

yunjin purses her lips, her stomach churning at chaewon’s words. “yn picked it for me.” she murmured as she fidgeted with the edge of their shared blanket, internally cringing when she feels chaewon tense beside her.

“oh.”

“yeah. it’s…” she sighs, scratching the back of her neck awkwardly. “i don’t think i’ll be changing it anytime soon.”

ring.

as if on cue, the younger’s phone rang again. it seemed that whoever was calling her was rather persistent.

yunjin sighed as she took her phone from her nightstand and answered the call, not bothering to look at the caller ID. “hello?”

“yunjin.”

fuck.

chaewon, noticing how tense the younger had gotten, looked up from her phone. “who is it?” she asked curiously, an eyebrow raised.

“yn.” yunjin murmurs quietly, both answering chaewon’s question and speaking to you. beside her, she could feel the older girl’s body go rigid with apprehension. “what is it?”

“you aren’t home.”

your words were less of a question and more of a statement, but either way, it doesn’t fail to make yunjin feel even more guiltier than she already felt.

“i have some things to do.” she says. “a project. it’s taking a while to finish, so i’ll be staying at zuha’s place for the night.”

it’s an excuse, one she’s used many times before, but you’ve always accepted it without question.

fortunately, this time was no exception.

“do you know when you’ll be back tomorrow?” you ask, voice soft and airy as it usually was when you were tired. usually, hearing your voice like this would make yunjin smile widely or ‘like a dork’, according to chaewon, but now your innceont sounding voice only made her frown.

“erm, maybe around ten?” she glances at chaewon, who avoids her eyes out of guilt for doing… whatever this was behind your back. “y’know how ‘zuha and i are. i can never wake up early, and she’s just as bad, if not more so, than i am at waking up.” she pauses. “not to mention that we’re staying up to finish the project…”

she wonders when she had gotten so good at lying, especially to you. before, at the start of your relationship, she had never been able to lie to you all that well, nor had she been able to keep any secrets from you. it was why yunjin had always given you your presents–for christmas, your birthday, valentine’s, and your anniversary–days, sometimes even weeks before the actual date.

now, though, she was an expert at lying, as well as keeping things from you.

you hum, verbally acknowledging your lover’s words. “alright then.” you say. “i’ll let you go back to your work. don’t stay up too late, alright?”

she snorts, rolling her eyes and momentarily forgetting what was happening. “no promises. we’re not even half way done with the whole thing.”

you giggle. “of course, of course…” a pause. “i love you, yunjin.”

at your words, yunjin could feel her heart squeeze painfully and her stomach churn with guilt as her hand–the one that wasn’t holding her phone–clenched into fists, her knuckles turning white. “i… i love you too.”

to her right, she could hear chaewon choke out a gasp.

“good night, yunjin.”

“goodnight love.”

beep.

“well?”

you sigh, dropping your phone onto kazuha’s nightstand before turning around to nuzzle into the said girl’s neck.

“that bad, huh?”

“she said she was at your house doing some kind of project.”

your words are muffled due to your mouth being somewhat covered by her neck and her collarbone, but she manages to hear you anyway, as made evident by the way her arms tightened around you.

“when are you going to let her go?”

you snort. “if i break up with her, she’ll ask me why, i’ll have to tell her that she doesn’t love me anymore, and then she’ll deny it, begging for me to rethink my choices.”

you then sigh, nuzzling further into the crook of the japanese girl’s neck. “it’ll be easier if she realizes that she doesn’t love me anymore by herself. less issues that way.”

“and how long do you think that’ll take?”

“it’ll take a bit.” you yawn, giggling softly when you feel kazuha shiver in your arms at the feeling of your warm breath against her skin. “but not too long. maybe a few months?”

kazuha grunts. “i don’t think i can wait that long.”

it was a sudden confession, sure, but it wasn’t all that surprising–not to you, at least. you had expected to hear it–or, at least, something like it–the moment the girl started the conversation.

“you’ll have to, kazuha.” you murmur. “for her sake.”

kazuha, likely annoyed by your words, opens her mouth to speak, only to shut it when she realizes something.

“you’re still in love with her.”

her voice is colored by many things. she’s surprised by her sudden revelation, dismayed that you were basically leading her on, angry that yunjin was the one who still held your heart despite being so careless with it, and sadness upon realizing that you didn’t love her like she loved you.

“yes.”

your answer was unnecessary considering that she wasn’t asking a question, but kazuha goes quiet all the same, seemingly no longer interested in the conversation as she pulls you impossibly closer to her.

masterlist.

#sereneres #seren.writes #seren.indulgence #kpop x reader #le sserafim x reader #le sserafim imagines #yunjin x reader #huh yunjin x reader #kazuha x reader #nakamura kazuha x reader #au.yn

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cynicalone94 · 7 months

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I'm Not As Stupid As You Think I Am

“Jay I appreciate your concern.” Hollis says. “Really I do. I can’t thank you enough for everything you’ve done since my Reggie died. But it’s not what you think.”

“Really?” Jay asks, leaning in with narrowed eyes and a raised eyebrow. “Because that’s not what it looks like from where I’m standing. Someone is threatening you, Hollis. I can help.”

“No, no.” she says, shaking her head. “You can’t. Because there’s nothing for you to help me with right now.”

He sighs.

Something is wrong. He knows it but if Hollis won’t talk to him it makes it a lot harder for him to help.

Harder but not impossible.

Reminding her that she can call him any time, he reluctantly turns and leaves. An hour later, he pulls onto the road behind her as she leaves, carefully remaining far enough back to hopefully stay out of sight.

When Hollis pulls into the parking lot of a long closed down grocery store, any remaining doubt that the woman is in trouble is dispelled. He parks down the block and then creeps closer on foot.

He finds a spot behind a power box where he’s close enough to see Hollis standing next to her car and talking to two men.

But he can’t quite hear what they’re talking about and he glances around, wondering if he can get closer without being seen.

Then he hears footsteps behind him and turns to see two men, guns in hand, approaching him from behind.

“Well look who we have here.” one of the men says. “Darrel, it looks like you were right.”

“I always am.” the other man says, shaking his head and then calling past Jay. “Hollis, babe, I thought I told you to come alone.”

“I did.” Hollis cries. “I didn’t bring him here, I swear.”

“Well it’s a good thing I’m not as stupid as you think I am.” Darrel says. “Get up, you asshole.”

Jay slowly rises to his feet, keeping his hands raised to mid torso.

“She didn’t bring me.” he says calmly. “I thought something was wrong so I followed her.”

“Well that’s really too bad, ain’t it?” Darrel asks. “Because this isn’t any of your business.”

“I just wanted to see if I could help.” Jay says as he’s shoved toward the cars.

“Then wait until you’re asked next time.” another man snaps.

“No need to get angry Terry.” Darrel says. “Perhaps our new friend is a stroke of luck seeing as Miss. Davenroe is a couple thousand dollars short.”

“I don’t have all of it yet.” Hollis says, tears streaming down her face. “I just need a little more time but I brought you what I could.”

“Two thousand dollars.” Darrel scoffs. “When you owe me fifteen thousand.”

What had Hollis gotten into that she owed this man fifteen grand? He doesn’t recognize Darrel but he recognizes his type, a loan shark.

“Maybe it is lucky that I’m here.” Jay says. “I can get you the other thirteen grand.”

He can get funds authorized to make a drop so that they can take this guy down.

“He must be a pretty good friend.” Darrel tells Hollis. “Offering up that much money to help you out.”

Then he turns to Jay.

“You sure you want to lend this bitch that kind of dough?” he asks with a grin. “She doesn’t have a good track record of paying her loans back. I’ve been trying to get my money back for over a year and there’s always another excuse.”

“She’s a friend.” Jay says, shaking his head. “Whatever I can to help her out. I’ll just need a couple hours to get my hands on the cash.”

“Oh yeah, like I’m going to let you just wander away.” Darrel scoffs. “I don’t even know who you are.”

“Ryan Clarke.” Jay says, grateful that he keeps his undercover ID in the front of his wallet.

Any situation that calls for his actual ID is suitable for the other to be seen first. Safe enough to be able to verify the validity if necessary.

But he doesn’t reach for his wallet yet, not wanting to set the men off with sudden movement.

“I need to do more than verify a driver’s license.” Darrel says. “You’re staying where I can keep my eyes on you.”

“Then how the hell am I supposed to get you the money?” Jay asks, rolling his eyes.

“There is someone here that I’ve had the chance to vet.” Darrel says, glancing over at Hollis. “Don’t think too much of her but I know she won’t dare double cross me, not again.”

Jay frowns, glaring at the man. But he isn’t finished yet.

“Not when she knows your life is on the line if she does.”

“No please.” Hollis begs. “I can stay here. You can kill me if he tries to screw you over.”

“You don’t call the shots around here.” Darrel snaps. “You have made stupid decision after stupid decision. It’s time for someone else to take control of things for you.”

“Just please don’t hurt him.” Hollis begs.

“It’s okay, Hollis.” Jay says.

This complicates things, makes it harder to coordinate getting the money and setting up the operation.

But not as hard as Darrel would hope.

None of this is about not knowing him. By making him give Hollis access to his accounts, it makes it harder for him to set up a plan.

It would work if he really was Ryan Clarke, a part time day laborer. But this isn’t Jay Halstead’s first rodeo.

“I- I need to give her my keys.” he says. “I have a safe deposit box where I keep some cash. I just need to call the bank to authorize her to access it.”

Darrel studies him for a moment before nodding.

Jay fishes his keys from his pocket and passes them over to Hollis. Then he makes a phone call.

“Hello.” he says before the other person can respond. “I need to authorize a friend to access my safe deposit box. I’m out of town and there’s something I need to have handled. I told her where I keep my spare key and everything, I just need you guys to let her in.”

“Absolutely.” the response is immediate. “Can you tell us the box number and the name on file?”

“129. Ryan Clarke.”

“And your authorization phrase, Mr. Clarke?”

“Windy City.”

“And what is your friend’s name?”

“Hollis Davenroe.”

“Thank you so much, Mr. Clarke. I’ll get that authorization on file and we’ll make sure your friend is taken care of when she stops by.”

“Thank you.”

He ends the call and then Darrel takes his phone.

“Tie his hands, Terry.” he orders.

Jay doesn’t fight back as Terry forces his arms behind his back, securing them with several wraps of duct tape.

Hollis is crying as he’s pushed toward the silver sedan parked next to her battered Ford. He’s annoyed but not really surprised when the trunk is popped rather than one of the doors being opened.

Darrel turns to Hollis.

“Get the money. And keep your phone on. I’ll let you know where to meet us.”

And then something crashes against his skull and he tumbles into the open trunk.

As he clings to consciousness, he hears the slam of the trunk.

And then he sinks into the abyss.

He wakes up slowly.

His head hurts but he still manages to sit up. He tries to bring his hand up to rub his temple and is brutally reminded that he’s restrained.

He tucks his head down, resting it against his chest.

“Terry wasn’t supposed to hit you.”

He looks up to see Darrel sitting on a couch, watching him.

“That gives me great comfort.” he groans.

“This is what happens when you interject yourself into a situation that you don’t belong in the middle of.” Darrel says.

“I’m just trying to help.” Jay whines. “I’m getting you your money.”

“Which I still think is stupid.” Darrel tells him. “And that raises the question; why the hell would you do that?”

“I’ve been trying to look after Hollis since her husband died.” Jay answers. “The way he was murdered… she needed someone.”

Maybe if he’d stayed in touch better than he has she wouldn’t have had to borrow money from a guy like Darrel.

“Well the dumb bitch hasn’t made it to the bank yet.” Darrel retorts, taking a drink of the beer in his hand.

“She’s scared.” Jay offers.

“Well she drug you into this mess.” Darrel snaps. “You’d think she would remember that the friend who’s lending her a shit ton of cash is waiting for her to come back.”

“Maybe she needs a reminder.”

Jay looks up to see Terry standing in the doorway.

“Haven’t you already done enough?” he growls.

“No, he’s right.” Darrel says, tilting his head. “It shouldn’t have taken this long. Maybe we need to remind her what happens if she doesn’t get the job done.”

Terry steps forward and Jay leans back.

“Not something you’re going to get out of.” Darrel says. “Take it like a man.”

A hard punch knocks him to the floor and then a flurry of kicks slam into his stomach and back.

He tries to twist, trying to find a way to protect himself from the attack but with his wrists bound behind his back there isn’t a lot that he can do.

The attack doesn’t last long.

Soon enough, Terry stops and then kneels next to him, unbuttoning his shirt and peeling it aside to reveal the darkening of his skin.

A raw scrape of something against his skin makes him look down and he sees blood welling over his stomach.

“That’s better.” Terry says, patting his cheek roughly.

“Face isn’t very bloody.” Darrel comments.

That’s all it takes for Terry to slam his fist into Jay’s face, breaking his nose.

“Alright.” Darrel says, holding up his phone. “That’s it.”

Ironically, it’s at that moment that the man’s phone goes off.

“And there she is.” the man snorts. “Let’s decide where to meet up and make the exchange, huh?”

It’s getting dark when Jay is pulled out of the trunk of the car in yet another abandoned lot.

Hollis is standing next to her car, a duffle bag at her feet and hands twisting anxiously.

Jay steps toward her and is shoved to his knees.

“Got the money?” Darrel calls.

“It’s all here.” she calls back. “Please. Let him go.”

“Bring it over.” he orders.

Hollis picks up the bag and walks over.

“Please.” she repeats. “It’s all here. You didn’t have to hurt him like that.”

“You didn’t have to take so damn long to pick it up.” he answers.

“It wasn’t easy at the bank.” she complains. “They had his authorization but I had to fill out a ton of paperwork, get a copy of my driver’s license, confirm his authorization phrase. I went as fast as I could.”

“Shut up.” Darrel snaps, picking up the bag as Terry stands behind Jay with the gun in his hand.

He sets the bag on the trunk and opens it to start counting the money. Suddenly shouts fill the air.

As his team swarms the lot, Jay sees Terry raise his gun toward Hollis and tackles the man.

It’s hard to fight with his hands bound but he’s got plenty of other weapons. He smashes his head against Terry’s, disorienting him and then twists to try to knee the gun out of his hand.

As he makes contact, the gun goes off and the bullet rips through his lower leg. Terry pushes up to his knees, reaching for his weapon but before he can get to it a gun is pressed up against his own head.

“Don’t move.” Hailey snarls and Jay lets himself drop back to the ground. “You okay, partner?”

“I’m fine.” he groans.

“Yeah…’ Hailey says, wasting a few seconds looking him over. “You don’t look fine.”

Terry and Darrel had eventually stopped the bleeding from his broken nose but they hadn’t made any effort to clean up the blood so he supposes that’s fair.

“Broken nose, gsw to the leg.” he reports. “Everything else is minor.”

“Alright.” Hailey agrees easily, cuffing Terry and then dragging him up to his feet and handing him off to a patrol officer before kneeling next to her partner.

With a swipe of her knife, his hands are free and he immediately grabs his leg.

“Fuck.” he curses.

“What the hell?” Darrel is cursing as he’s being searched and cuffed.

“Turns out I’m not as stupid as you think I am.” Jay jokes, throwing the man’s words back at him.

His only response is an enraged shout and Hailey shakes her head.

That’s when Hollis shows up on his other side.

“I’m so sorry, Jay.” she sobs. “I never meant for you to be involved in this.”

“I suck at minding my own business.” Jay says. “Jus’ ask Hailey.”

“He’s right.” his partner readily agrees. “So if you ever find yourself in trouble again, just let the idiot help you.”

Hollis laughs tearfully and lets a patrol officer lead her away. A paramedic joins them, prying Jay’s hands away from his leg.

Hailey takes her partner’s hand and he squeezes back.

“Thanks for having my back.”

“Always.” she promises him.

#whumptober 2023 #no.19 #i'm not as stupid as you think i am #Chicago PD #fic #loan shark #hostage #Jay Halstead

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