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ickypuppi3 · 1 month

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billy’s mom waking him up while it’s still dark, whispering even though neil’s working the night shift. it’s a couple days before his tenth birthday and she’s telling him they’re going to have their very own adventure, just like the ones in billy’s books. she grabs an already packed suitcase from under billy’s bed and kisses him on the nose, tells him to get dressed quick. the two of them leave in an old beat up yellow bug that she managed to get for a third of the asking price and keep parked around the corner until now. they stay with friends and jump from place to place so neil can’t track them down. billy gets used to surfing couches and staying in motels.

he spends his tenth birthday in a diner, his mom gets him a big stack of pancakes and a milkshake with extra cherries. gets a candle out her pocket along with her silver lighter. sings happy birthday and pulls a face when the waitress frowns at them, just to make billy laugh. she sips at her coffee while billy tucks in. smiles when he holds some out with a “c’mon mama, share with me.”

billy thinks it’s neat. thinks it’s the best birthday he’s ever had.

they eventually end up with a place in california, a little bungalow near the coast and billy grows up with his mom. billy gets pretty shirts from the thrift store ‘cause his mama lets him do stuff like that. doesn’t call him a queer, doesn’t force a baseball bat into his hands whilst yelling at him for crying, for being a pussy. his mom lets him read and keep a journal and press flowers between the pages of the neverending story, she plays hendrix and dusty springfield and laughs when billy comes home from his friends’ house with his first piercing at thirteen. she doesn’t tear down his posters or yell when she finds him using her eyeliner.

and everything’s perfect. sort of.

they have bad days- billy’s mom has bad days. billy calls them gray days ‘cause that’s how the world looks when she’s like this. all her color gone. no singing-dancing in the kitchen or baking five different kinds of cake because she couldn’t decide which one was best, no last minute trips to the beach or sitting outside at night and telling billy about the stars. instead she’ll stay in bed, won’t go to work. she’ll stare at the wall blankly and look right through billy when he tries to talk to her. she won’t take the pills the doc gave her and billy doesn’t know what to do. never knows what to do. just chews at his lip until it bleeds, bites at his thumb until it’s red raw. he’ll get in the bed with her. lay beside her and just talk like she used to do with him when he had a nightmare. hum a song to her.

billy’s still pissed at the world just slightly less so. still has that anger and anxiousness simmering just below the surface and shows his teeth when cornered. he’s still hardened in a way that a kid shouldn’t be but. it’s different. there’s no neil. the only bloody noses he gets are at school, when he fights with the kids who call him a fag and a fairy, call his mom a basket case. he uses fists when they laugh and ask if she’s all there with a finger pointing at their heads, ask if billy will “catch the crazy.”

those are billy’s bad days. sitting in the principals office, icing his knuckles.

when he’s fifteen, billy manages to bag a job at the local auto repair by turning up every day and telling howie how good he’d be, that he knows cars and it’s all he wants to do and please please please. eyebrows pulled together, eyes puppy dog wide and hands clasped in front of him until howie grumbles, throws an oily rag at billy. says fine but billy’s gotta pay for anything he damages. someone brings in a chevy camaro and billy asks howie to let him help fix it up. does the begging again until howie laughs. says get a hold of yourself, kid, voice fond as he ruffles billy’s hair.

billy’s four months away from turning seventeen when the doorbell goes. he’s eating a sandwich and watching knight rider. he’s wearing the necklace his mom got him for his last birthday and- he answers the door. doesn’t think twice. freezes when he sees neil standing there. he looks different. hair a little shorter and more wrinkles. where billy’s gained weight, gained muscle, neil’s lost it. his eyes are a little sunken and he’s still got his wedding band on. he reeks of booze. billy has to remind himself to speak, just says “yeah?” his voice comes out small and neil smiles at him. smiles and billy feels this weird twist in his stomach ‘cause .. that’s his dad and he hasn’t seen him in years and it twists and twists and-

turns out. not much has changed. billy realises a little too late that neil will always be neil. they run again. have to leave everything behind. billy doesn’t get to say bye to his friends, to howie, to the car. they leave a lot of stuff behind and head in any direction away from neil. they both try to keep the mood light, take turns driving and play the tapes billy grabbed. they end up in indiana- hawkins. they stay at a motel until billy’s mom finds a place for dirt cheap. it has two bedrooms and a dingy bathroom, a living room slash kitchen and one hell of a damp problem. it’s dirt cheap for a reason.

it’s above a shop in town and- it’s fine. their landlord is an asshole but they’re together and they’ve got a roof over their heads. billy’s enrolled at hawkins high and his mom gets a job at the laundromat. he tells her that he doesn’t need to go to school, that he could just work and help pay the bills but his mom won’t have any of it. says that she wishes she had finished school and that billy’s too clever to waste it. that he has potential.

billy knows the reason she dropped out of school was because she had him. he just nods, rests his head on her shoulder.

it’s billy’s first day at school and his mom drives him to make sure he actually goes. he gets out the car and tries to shake the nerves off. straightens up and puts on his act. plasters a fake smile on his face and it’s working, he’s got most of the girls swooning and the boys at least seem curious. billy looks around and his eyes land on a guy leaning up against a bmw. his hair’s coiffed to high heaven and he’s wearing a polo, preppy as fuck but- pretty. it’s one of the first things billy realises about him, all doe eyes and moles dotted just about everywhere. he’s got a smirk on his face. not aimed at billy but the guy beside him.

pretty-boy walks over to him and billy raises an eyebrow, plays it cool. he introduces himself as steve and billy gets the idea that he’s top dog at hawkins high, is immediately proved right when they step into the building. king steve, freckles calls him. billy laughs- catches steve looking at him when he does and feels his face get hot. steve just smiles wider, calls billy california and tells him to sit with them at lunch. billy tries to ignore the way steve’s smile makes him feel like the rug’s been pulled out from under his feet.

he nods and steve grins. tugs at one of billy’s curls.

says “i think you’re gonna like it here, california.”

#it got away from me i fear #billy has to live somewhere else at the start and then they move to california i don’t care he needs to be there with his mom for the #majority of the time he just has to #he Is california ! what else am i supposed to do here he needs it #makes hawkins that much worse #he’s best friends with argyle but he doesn’t get to say bye !#billy’s first kiss is with a girl but the second the one he counts is with a boy and his mama knows he’s gay also #probably argyle if we’re being real #my words #billy hargrove #billy’s mom #harringrove #cw slurs #cw mental illness #spinning in circles i just need mamas boy billy and king steve so bad #mamas boy billy & king steve

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randomxreaders · 4 months

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The transfer

Fem Reader x criminal minds

(bau team)

a/n: okay guys this is my comeback and yall aren’t ready cause i got a criminal minds series for you so although there was a 2 year wait it will definitely be worth it pookie pies(not proofread)

PART 1- The news

4:35 am

Y/n just stepped foot out of the elevator onto the familiar sixth floor assuming that there was a god awful case and that’s why she had been woken up with the urgent phone call. As she stepped into the bullpen she noticed the emptiness of all the desks, the only person there was Hotch. He stepped out of his office and called down “Y/l/n thank you for coming so early you’re needed in my office.” oh. This wasn’t for a case Y/n’s stomach dropped when she stepped into Hotchs office and saw Linda Barnes the new director of the fbi. “What’s going on?” Y/n asked.

2 hours later

Two hours ago you were called into Hotchs office. Garcia was the first to arrive going straight to her batcave too tired to realize anyone else was there. Then Rossi and Morgan came in they were conversing most likely about the game last night, they glanced up to Hotch’s office making eye contact with you until Barnes shut the blinds for more privacy. “Hey, what's that all about?” Morgan asked Rossi confused, “Don’t know.” Rossi replied, sending a questioning look towards the now closed blinds.

A few minutes later Reid walked into the bullpen sitting down starting to work on his paperwork until Prentiss and J.J walked in, “Hey, have you guys heard from Y/N we were supposed to carpool this morning but she never showed.” Prentiss said, “She's been in Hotch's office has been for a while now.” Morgan said. The team looked around confused but then started to work on their paperwork from the last case.

Back in Hotch’s Office

“I’m sorry your transfering me!?” Y/N asked shocked. “Yes agent Y/L/N you will be moving to California and will be starting your own BAU team. You will be the unit chief and other pre-selected agents will also be working with you.” Y/N looked at Hotch hoping he’d step in and say something, but he just stared at Barnes. “Ma’am all do respect I don-” Y/N was cut off by Barnes “Miss Y/L/N I did not make this decision. The head directors of the FBI did you have to go, here is the paperwork all the information you need will be in there.” “So I have to leave.” Y/N said teary eyed but also filled with rage. “Yes, sorry.” Barnes handed you the paperwork as she walked out of the room. “I’m sorry Y/L/N but there's nothing I can do.” Hotch said “ Yeah I know” “You can fill that out in here if you'd like.” He said looking at you with sympathy.

The team saw Barnes walk out of the office and knew that this couldn't be good, Hotch came out next the door opening just enough for the team to see the tears slowly fall down your face. “Looks like we're losing another on.” Morgan whispered. Spencer couldn't tear his eyes away from Hotch’s door. Hotch walked to Rossi’s office “Shit” he said after he closed the door “This is worse than when J.J had to leave.” Hotch sighed. “What happened Aaron?” “Y/n’s getting transferred to California to start her own team.””Well that's an amazing opportunity, but it's hard to see her go.”

Y/N read over the contract it said that an apartment would be provided, a place for the team to work and rental cars. Y/N signed the transfer papers and headed to Barnes office.

The team looked up and saw Y/N walk out of Hotch’s office at the same time Hotch walked out of Rossi’s. Hotch walked over to Y/N “Do you want me to tell the team.” Y/N silently nodded then headed off to Barnes office.

#criminal minds #bau team #spencer reid #emily prentiss #jennifer jareau #aaron hotchner #criminal minds x reader #bau x reader #fem reader #tv series

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man-moth-hook-hand · 2 months

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Welcome to my Nightmare Ch. 1

Here is the first chapter of the rewrite!

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Chapter One: Santa Carla

Dry heat. The only two words that could describe the hellscape that Santa Carla, California was. I was just now realizing that I had no idea what I had gotten myself into, getting states away from home. The horrors of the grimy truckstop showers should have been an omen not to come here, but I was determined to get away. To start new. To be. . . different.

I had hitchhiked what felt like hundreds of miles, but I knew that wasn’t possible. I couldn’t believe how lucky I was not getting some serial killer-rapist to pick me up. So far, I had gotten nice people, families, and old run-down people that were once me. The Sun’s lasers blasted at me like I was Princess Leia. I was definitely going to get a sunburn after this. I held my thumb up for the millionth time to plead with someone to not let me die of a heatstroke out here. No luck.

The dry dirt crunched under my boots as I walked down the side of the highway into California. A “Welcome to Santa Carla California!” the sign taunted me. As I passed, something told me to glance back. Some punk had spray painted the phrase “MURDER CAPITAL OF THE WORLD” in a fitting, blood red. I suppose maybe that should have been my omen to quit while I was ahead. Of course, I didn’t listen. I had hithicked and been through some of the nasties and sketchiest places to get her. Murder Capital of the World wasn’t going to shock me. More people means more crime anyway.

This time, my thumb yielded an old red Toyota to take pity on me. Once inspecting my saviors, I understood why an older woman had stopped. She had two children in her car. Maybe she saw herself, or her kids, in me. Maybe the husky that was desperate to sniff me begged her to pull over.

“Hi, are you alright? Do you need a ride?” A sweet and delicate voice emanated from her gentle expression. Murder Capital of the World, am I right? Her two sons, the older brunette, and younger blonde, eyed me suspiciously. ALthough, they didn’t seem too concerned with their mother picking up a total stranger. Maybe she did this often.

“Yes ma’am, I just need a ride into town.” I explained. If I got a cheap hotel, maybe I could settle down a bit. I glanced into the old vehicle, it seemed a little over crowded. The two teenages didn’t seem to want to share their precious car space, especially with a husky on the blonde’s lap. Who drags a Husky into this kind of weather?

“Michael, move over just a little. Would you?” The woman’s turquoise necklace with wings caught my eye. It looked almost like a Journey album cover. Michale, the older brunette guy, side eyed me. Not wanting to displease his mother, moved over just a little.

I grabbed the sun bleached handle and opened the car to scoot towards Michael. I tried not to take up too much space, I was a sweaty hitchhiker. It seemed like any space I took up was too much.

“Thanks, I’m (Y/N).” I gestured my open palm towards Michael to shake.

“I’m Michael,” he thankfully shook my hand and didn’t seem too upset about me being in the car. “That’s Sam, Nanook, and my mom–”

“I’m Lucy by the way.” She laughed.

“It’s nice to meet you all. Thank you for giving me a ride, I really do appreciate it.” I thanked Lucy. Sam muttered something about not asking for another one. His mother’s displeased look stopped him from saying anything else.

“So, you’re staging with some family?” Lucy glanced at me through the rearview mirror.

“Oh, uh. I just . . . um. . .” I can’t believe that I was completely choking up. Shit. “Yeah, but only for a little bit.” I hoped that was enough to convince her. It wasn’t.

“Oh, they couldn’t drop you off?” She questioned.

“Well, they don’t have a car, so I just walk everywhere.”

“If you need somewhere to stay for a bit, we have extra room.” Lucy reached for my hand behind the seats.

“Mom–” Sam objected. I couldn’t blame him.

“Sam! Be nice. I raised you better than that!” She scolded.

“You’re more than welcome to stay with us if you need. Really, we do have plenty of room.” Lucy seemed more concerned for me that I was about myself.

Was it really a bad idea? Maybe. Was I going to take it anyway. Yeah! A rent free place to stay, why wouldn’t I take that? Plus, I could cook, clean, or pay rent after I got a job, so it wasn’t like I was taking advantage of them. I only had sixty bucks left, so not enough to stay at a motel for very long.

“Are you sure? I really don't want to take up unwanted space.” put on a sweet and naive voice. I couldn’t make it too obvious that I wanted to stay. Sam and Michael would be a little harder to convince, but I could do it.

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Along the ride, I learned the family’s name was the Emerson’s, freshly moving to Santa Carla after a not-so-great divorce. I thought it was interesting to move so far away, even if Lucy’s father was here. Did she not have siblings? Friends that could help her out? I wasn’t going to ask. Michael wasn’t too thrilled finishing his senior year in a completely different state, but he said he was going to try to make the best of it. Sam, on the other hand, was almost insulted that he had to relocate. A total mall-rat. California seemed right up his alley, every person who wanted to be someone, wanted to be in California. Not Sam though.

The Emerson’s stopped at the boardwalk, which I had no idea was anything more than an expensive tourist trap. Lucy said she came here all the time when she was younger. I always thought it was just for rides and carnie good, but no, there were legitimate businesses. It looked like a couple of food joints, random stores, and a . . . pharmacy? Weird. Maybe it was cheap to rent here. Maybe tourists just got sick a lot.

People were pouring out of every nook and cranny of these places, it was like an anthill. I hadn’t ever seen this many people since Black Friday, except with less fighting and stealing. The Emerson’s had split up and it looked almost impossible to figure out how they were going to meet up. It was overwhelming, especially with how bright and hot it was. Maybe I needed that pharmacy.

Sam and Nanook split, running around like wild children. Lucy and Michael went looking for jobs. I wasn’t really sure where to be, I also wanted a job, but I didn’t want to compete with Lucy or her son. Maybe if I look the next time we’re here, I’ll find one.

Jesus Christ, it was bright. Somebody’s got to sell some shade, otherwise I was going to get a migraine. I scanned the sweaty maze of people, locating a small shop. The Sa’s Surf Shop sign looked over me. Jesus, there were so many people. I forced myself into the air conditioned shop. The smell of sunscreen, surf wax, and too many people that smelled like salty water and B.O. was so grody. I spotted a pair of round, cat eye sunglasses, with a teal rim. They sat discarded in a big with other various pairs.

I picked up two similar pairs and wandered around the store pretending to be a customer. I put the pair I wanted in my waist band underneath my baggy shirt. I made my way over the bin and placed the other pair back. It was so easy to take from shops like this, there were always way too many people to keep track of thieves.

I walked a couple shops down before placing my shield of glory upon my face. A few more shops down, I noticed a bookstore. I was a little confused at how many shops and what types called the boardwalk “home.” It was much more than I expected.

The sign was so sunbleached it was almost impossible to read Used Books on the front. Straight to the point, I guess. An old ancient being guarded the sacred used book store. He seemed almost upset that someone wanted to actually buy something. The store was a tightly packed maze of books from new to who knows how old. Nothing was organized, excepta few book on display near the back, but none of them related to each other. Maybe the old geezer would hire the help he probably needed.

Once inspecting the display, I noticed that How to Raise Your IQ by Eating Gifted Children by Lewis Frunkes was next to Dracula by Brahm Stoker. . . . interesting. I pulled Dracula off the shelf, then moved around the shelves to find a similar cover. I eventually found another vampire novel that looked close enough to Dracula. I hid Dracula in between my back and the waistband of my pants, hopefully he hadn’t seen me. I proceeded to place the other book on the display hoping it would trick the old man. I made my way to the front of the store to find the old man staring at me intensely. Had he caught me? Hopefully not. He looked between me and the display, quinting. Could this dinosaur even see?

“Was that on the display?” a grainy voice interrogated me.

“Yes, sir.” I said.

He stared at me harshly before saying something. “Alright then.” He uncrossed his arms and placed him on his hips, revealing his name tag. Milforn.

“Excuse me, I was wondering if you were looking for some help–”

“No.” Milford flatly stated.

“Uh, ok. Have a nice day then.” I backed away slowly.

“I don’t need no help.” Milford’s jowls flapped angrily.

“Have a nice day sir.” I said as I quickly exited the store. What a weirdo.

I wandered around a bit before spotting Lucy, Sam, and Nanook. It seemed like lucy was asking Sam to give some money to two kids eating out of a dumpster. I remembered what that felt like. A couple of people had given me money before, but it always was embarrassing taking it. It felt like they just pitied me and wanted to make themselves feel better. Lucy didn’t mean it that way though, she was a good person. I truly do believe that she is a good person.

“Hey,” she grasped my shoulder gently. “We’re going to head up to my father’s now. Don’t forget you’re invited now.” She chuckled at me.

“Ok, thank you.” I said. I kinda felt bad for accepting. I didn’t want to take advantage of Lucy the same way I did those shop people. Lucy was nice, those shop people sucked and had overpriced junk.

Eventually, Me, Michael, Sam, Lucy, and Nanook clamored our way into the old, but well loved, Toyota. Sam seemed more upset about me going than Michael did. The car ride out of town was a little tense to say the least. It was thick enough to choke me. Lucy didn’t seem bothered, or didn’t let it show. She turned on the radio, made jokes, and eventually it seemed as if we were having a good time. Sam even laughed at something I said.

“Ya know, I haven’t lived with another girl since I lived with my mother!” Lucy laughed. “If you need anything, really anything, don’t hesitate to ask.”

“Thank you. If you need help moving anything, let me know. I don’t mind.” I chirped.

“You could move my stuff into my room.” Sam laughed.

“Light work I guess.” I quipped back. Michael chuckled in response. “So, how old are you guys?”

“18.” Michael said.

“Old enough.” Sam said.

“Sam,” Lucy nudged her son in the ribs. “He’s 13.”

“I’m guessing you're maybe 30?” I joked with Lucy. While Same and Michael didn’t seem to think my joke was funny, Lucy felt more than flattered. After all, it was her approval I was after, not two punk-ass teens.

“So are you in highschool?” Michael asked.

“No, I just graduated.”

“So why are you all the way out here?”

“A fresh start. I just wanted things to be different than how they were.” I didn’t want to tell my whole life story to a guy I just met a couple hours ago.

“Fair enough. Us too.” Michael was quiet and didn’t talk much. “I’m finishing my senior year here.”

“Who said you’re graduating?” Sam joked. Michael wetted the tip of his finger and shoved it into Sam’s left ear canal.

“Mom!Michael just gave me a wet-willy!”

“Michael, please don’t start on the wrong foot. We’re almost here. I don’t want your grandfather to think we fight.” Lucy explained.

“I thought it was funny.” I whispered to Michael. He chucked a bit. Perhaps I could get them to warm up to me.

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topguncortez · 1 year

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Bad Medicine | Chapter 11

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synopsis: A wealthy Italian mobster sets up his daughter to marry the head of one of the last remaining mafias in California. The union was supposed to create and heal the damage between two families, but all it does is cause more harm than good.

word count: 5.0k

warnings: guns, drugs, mentions of prostitution, mentions of physical assault, mentions of sexual violence, mentions of torture, mentions of suicide, physical violence, nudity, steamy scenes, guns, mentions of graphic images, murder, fighting, mentions of threats, character death.

In the quietness of the early morning, the only sound that could be heard throughout the mansion was the soft echo of Y/N’s footsteps as she moved down the hallway.She softly knocked on the large wooden door in front of her, staring at her slippers as she waited for an answer. It took a couple seemingly endless minutes before the door opened, revealing a half asleep Rooster.

She offered a soft smile, “Can you teach me how to fight?”

The words alone made Rooster feel more awake, a smile breaking out across his face as he nodded his head at her, “Did you seriously wake up at six am to come ask me that?” Y/N nodded and he chuckled, “Give me 10 minutes, meet me down in the studio.”

Buried down in the Seresin Mansion was the large basement. Y/N had only wandered down there a handful of times, one of the most memorable had been on her first night here. Since then, she had avoided the ‘Chamber’ and so had everyone else. Jake had vowed to himself after that night, that all torture and “business” agreements would happen outside of the mansion. Y/N had found herself in the basement other times though, digging around and looking at the various rooms. The boys had converted one room into a workout/fight studio. It had mats, various weights and equipment laying around. She often found herself hiding against the wall watching Jake and Rooster spar, their gorgeous bodies attacking each other with punches, and ultimately would lead to Rooster pining Jake to the mat.

Y/N wore a pair of tight athletic shorts and a tank top, as she waited nervously for Rooster. She had some fighting experience, just a couple of moves Reuben and Gianni had taught her, but other than that, she was otherwise defenseless. She didn’t like carrying a gun, even though Jake had suggested she does. The fight she had with Isabella was based on pure anger, and she was smaller than Y/N, making it easier for her to overpower her.

Rooster sauntered into the ring, wearing just a pair of boxing shorts. She couldn’t help but look him up and down, his toned muscles on display. The wound on his abdomen was nearly healed, leaving another pink scar on his body. She watched as he walked over to a table and grabbed some ace wrap and tape.

“For your fists,” Rooster said, gently taking her wrist in his hand. She held her hand up as he wrapped her fists, “So what do you know? I’m guessing you know some stuff?”

“Payback and Gianni taught me the basics,” Y/N said, “Basic hand to hand.”

“That’s really all you need to know. You’re always gonna be protected.” Rooster grabbed her other hand and started wrapping it.

“That’s what I don’t want. I don’t want to… rely on you guys to always come save me.”

Rooster nodded, placing the wrap back down on the bench, “Alright Muhammad Ali, show me what you got.”

“I think more like Vinny Paz,” Y/N said as she climbed through the ropes. Rooster chuckled as he walked up, “Don’t hold back,” Rooster nodded as he brought his fists up, squaring up with her.

Y/N walked around the ring, watching as Rooster bounced on the balls of his feet. She lunged first, going to swing at his face, but Rooster blocked it. They shuffled around, dodging each other’s swings. Rooster occasionally would give her small pointers on how to hold her hands, or to fix her stance. He would tell her different moves to try and how to get out of different situations. Y/N kicked up her leg, going to strike Rooster in the side, but he grabbed her leg, and tackled her to the ground. She landed on her back with a thud, her breath leaving her lungs. He moved off her quickly, sitting back on his heels and watching as she pushed herself up.

“Keep going,” She said and Rooster nodded, pushing himself up.

He watched her every move, letting her get some hits in. Rooster had explained some basic grappling techniques on how she could overpower her opponent. Y/N went and swung at his face, which Rooster dodged, and sent a hit across her face. He gasped as the hit sent her flying to the ground. He kneeled down next to her, reaching out to help her, but Y/N held her hand up stopping him.

“Are you okay? Did I hit your nose?” Rooster asked her.

“Quit going easy on me,” She whispered, “Going easy on me isn’t going to help me get better.”

“I don’t want to hurt you, I’m just trying to help you. Fighting takes a lot of skill, we need to go slow.”

“Do you think, given the chance, Francisco would go easy on me?” Y/N asked.

“No, I don’t,” Rooster said, “I’m going to tell it to you straight, cause I know the rest of them will keep this shit from you. He left a note in Isabella’s hand, a warning basically. I’ve dealt with fuckers like Francisco before, and they don’t stop until they reach their goal. I know what it means to be scared, to see shit you aren’t supposed to ever see. I understand your need to want to protect yourself, and I am willing to help you, but you have to do this shit my way.”

Y/N looked up at him, and studied the lines on his face. She gently reached up, and ran her thumb over the scars, “How did you get here?” She asked him. Rooster smiled softly at her, and grabbed her wrist, placing a kiss on her palm.

“That’s a story for another day.” Rooster answered, “Now come on, let’s do some more drills.”

Rooster and Y/N spent most of the morning going over different drills. He showed her different ways to maneuver a knife as a self defense tool. He watched her as she beat up on a punching bag until her knuckles were split and starting to bleed through the white tape around them. They grappled a couple more times, Rooster teaching her how to place someone in a choke hold and break their wrists.

Jake leaned up against the doorway, watching them shuffle around the ring in a sparring match. His eyes narrowed in on her, seeing her tiny body matchup against Roster’s large one. He was impressed when she tackled Rooster to the ground, but he also knew that he let her. She held him in a choke hold until he tapped out. She stood up with a bright smile on her face, her body covered in a layer of sweat as Rooster stood up from the mat. Jake clapped his hands slowly, drawing attention to himself as he walked over to the ring.

“Guess we have a new fighter we can enter in at the club,” Jake smirked, leaning on the ropes of the ring.

“Tough enough to take you on,” Y/N joked and Jake raised his eyebrows.

“Is that a challenge, sweetheart?” Jake asked.

“It is.” She smirked, “Rooster, clear out. I don’t want you to see your fearless leader get his ass kicked.”

“You got it boss,” Rooster smiled, grabbing a towel and water bottle before clearing out of the ring to go shower.

Jake slid through the ropes of the ring, and onto the mat. He stripped off the t-shirt he was wearing, leaving him in just his sweatpants. He looked at her, and held his fists up, signaling the start of the fight. Y/N brought her taped up knuckles to her face, as she shuffled around the ring with him. He threw the first punch, which was easily dodged, and she returned it with a kick to his side.

Jake stumbled a bit, but caught his footing and lunged forward grabbing her body. Jake had her pinned, but Y/N managed to get her legs around his waist, and use enough force to flip him over. Jake grunted as he landed on his belly, and her arms wrapped around his neck, and her legs wrapped under his arms, pulling them back at an awkward angle. Jake struggled to get out but eventually had to tap out, feeling the blood rush from his head.

“I fucking told you!” Y/N smiled, jumping up from the ground. Jake coughed a couple times letting the air return to his lungs.

“Yeah, yeah, I let you win.”

“Okay, whatever helps you sleep at night.”

Jake looked up at her, as she smiled down at him. He reached his hand out, wrapping it around her ankle and pulled her down to the ground. She landed down next to him with a thud and a laugh. Y/N fell into a fit of giggles and Jake couldn’t help but laugh too.

“Never underestimate your opponent,” Jake said, “But since you technically did win, how about I take you out to celebrate.”

“Like to the club?”

“No. . . like on a date.”

“Oh. . .”

Something over the past three weeks had shifted between the two of them. Jake was treating this less like a business arrangement and more like a relationship. He had started seeing her as his equal; a fearless Mafia leader. But he was also too scared to let himself really succumb to what his heart wanted. He had dreams at night, dreams of a life he wanted to live. The white picket fences, the kids riding their bikes down the sidewalks, the dogs running in the backyard. For the longest time his dreams had been flooded with angst and turmoil, now they were warm and bright, all with the same picture.

“I’d like that,” Y/N said with a smile. Jake returned the grin. He jumped up from the ground and reached his hand out to pull her up to.

“Perfect,” He said, holding her body close to him, “Go shower. We got some wedding stuff to do.”

Y/N nodded and placed a peck on Jake’s check. She started walking to the stairs when she paused, realization setting in, “Holy fuck…” She mumbled, “We get married in a fucking week.”

— — — ♱♱♱ — — — ♱♱♱ — — —

Y/N was thankful that she had hired a small team to help her plan the wedding. It took some of the stress off of her. She had done this once before, planning a wedding, and could remember the breakdowns she had along the way. But, it was quite the opposite now, she was actually excited to be getting married.

Her day was spent finalizing the guest book, the band, the seat arrangements and the decor for the backyard. Jake was the one who wanted to get married in the backyard. The white rose bushes they had everywhere were just starting to bloom, and would be fully opened by next week. Jake had hired the best groundskeepers to make sure the grass and everything was absolutely perfect.

“And who will be walking you down the aisle?” One of the wedding planners asked. Y/N looked up from the copy of the dinner menu in her hands. She was yet to think of that. In her mind, it was always Reuben who would give her away. He was the only man she trusted to not let her fall.

“I-I don’t know,” Y/N said, placing the card down.

“Your father?”

“Oh God no,” Y/N scoffed. Her heart hurt trying to imagine any other man by her side. She couldn’t even picture Gianni, who she was the closest too out of her three brothers. Y/N shook her head and sat up straighter in her chair, “No one. I’ll go solo.”

“Are you sure, Miss?”

She wasn’t but she nodded her head anyway. The wedding planner nodded, writing down that small detail. Y/N looked out the window into the backyard, where Jake, Bob and another wedding planner were. They were going over chair placement and where to place the tiles for the aisle. Y/N stood up from her chair and walked over to the window. She watched as Jake talked animatedly about something and could see Javy interject something making his friend roll his eyes.

“I want open chairs. Near the front, on my side,” Y/N said. She turned around to face the wedding planner, “Three of them; for my mom, Reuben and Sophie.”

After the meetings about the wedding, Y/N stayed in the office finishing up paperwork for the clubs. The clubs had finally started to increase in profit, mainly due to the renovations that had been made. Her next plan had been to propose the renovation of a building down the street from the club and turn it into a speak-easy. Y/N missed going to the one she opened back in Italy. She saw it as the perfect place for Jake to do business deals. It would also keep the various gang leaders and mobsters away from her front door.

“What are you working on?“ Bob asked, popping his head into the doorway.

“Club ideas,” Y/N said pushing back in her chair, “You guys sort out the stuff outside?”

“Yep,” Bob said walking into the office, “Surprisingly this isn’t the wedding of the century so it’s a little easier to plan. But we got it all set up, don’t worry bridezilla.”

“Uh, I don’t think so,” Y/N scoffed and Bob chuckled. He sat down in a chair in front of her desk and kicked his feet up.

“Do you love him?”

“What?”

“Simple question,” Bob shrugged.

“I don’t think there’s anything simple about it.” Y/N said, crossing her arms across her chest, “Why do you ask?”

“Just wanted to see what you were thinking,” Bob put his feet down and stood up from his chair, “Have fun on your little date.”

Y/N watched as he left the office, leaving her alone with her thoughts. She hadn’t really thought about what she felt. Everything had happened so fast between them, rationally four weeks wasn’t a lot of time for someone to fall in love. But, their situation was different. She had seen all sides of Jake; the ugly and the beautiful. Everytime she closed her eyes at night, she could see Jake.

She wasn’t sure if she could say it though. She didn’t know if she could let those words leave her lips yet. The last time she had said those words was to a man that she thought would protect her. She was scared, those three silly words held a lot of weight. They meant much more to people in their line of work. Sometimes, those are the last words someone will ever hear.

— — — ♱♱♱ — — — ♱♱♱ — — —

Jake was pacing the floor waiting for Y/N to come down the stairs. He had made them dinner reservations at a French restaurant down on Broadway. He checked his watch, and ran his hand through his hair. He was getting anxious, and he didn’t even know why. It wasn’t like he couldn’t walk upstairs to her room and drag her to dinner with him. But he’s trying to treat this like a normal date, like how normal people do.

“If she doesn’t come down those fucking-” Jake’s words got cut off as he looked up to see Y/N, standing at the top of the stairs. The dress she had on was white short silk. Her shoes were red, which showed off her tan legs. She was like an angel and a devil at the same time. He walked over to the stairs, extending his arm for her to take, “M’Lady.”

“Such a gentleman,” Y/N smiled and kissed his cheek.

Jake led them out to the waiting blacked out beamer. He climbed in the car behind her, sitting across from her. She reached over to the chilled bottle of Champagne and popped open the top. Smirking as he grabbed two glasses, Jake held them up for her to pour. Jake looked her up and down, noticing that she wasn’t wearing a bra. She set the bottle down and grabbed the champagne flute from his hand.

“To love, to honor, can’t come in her, come on her,” Jake smirked raising his glass to clink with hers.

She rolled her eyes and took a sip. Y/N eyed him, taking in the navy blue suit he was wearing. He decided to forgo the jacket, wearing just a black long sleeve button up, a navy vest and trousers. She smirked at seeing his wandering eyes look her up and down. She decided to test the waters by uncrossing her legs, shyly flashing him. Jake choked on his drink and she giggled. He carefully moved from across the car to sitting right next to her, wrapping an arm around her shoulders and pulling her in close.

“Did you forget something?” Jake whispered, taking his hand and brushing it against her breast. She sucked in a breath and looked up at him.

“Don’t think so,” Y/N responded.

“Hmm, if you say so, then I guess you didn’t,” Jake smirked, “You look breathtaking.”

“I know,” She smiled.

“Cocky.”

“Don’t act like you don’t like it.”

Jake laughed and kissed her hairline. He loved the feeling of having her in his arms. He didn’t know he had been touch starved for so long. He usually shied away from human touch and interaction, but the second she held him in his arms, that’s all he could ever think about wanting. The stress of long days of meetings and arguments could all be fixed by a simple touch from her.

When the car came to a stop outside of the restaurant, Jake got out first. He carefully watched her get out of the car, making sure not to flash anyone who might be walking by. He nodded at the hostess, not bothering to stop as he walked through the restaurant and to the back. He had a secluded section in the restaurant. Jake scanned the area, everyone who sat there was dressed in suits or fancy dresses. The jewelry on their bodies stood out against the dim lighting, as Jake greeted some of them. Some of the faces Y/N knew from looking at a map of gangsters and leaders in Jake’s office. Jake took her to his table, pulling her chair out for her.

“Mr. Seresin, what can I offer you to drink?” A young waiter asked.

“Do we still have that Santiago Wine?” Jake asked, sitting down across from Y/N.

“We have the 1983 or the 1996.” The waiter said.

Y/N shook her head, “Those are terrible. Find a 1951, red sour, it’s a Merlot,”

“Yes Miss. . .”

“Seresin. It’s Mrs. Seresin,” Y/N said and the waiter’s eyes widened as he scurried away from the table. Jake’s smile was bright, it sent shockwaves through him to hear her refer to herself like that, “What do you recommend?” Y/N asked and looked up at him.

“Well, Mrs. Seresin,” Jake smirked, “Asserting dominance on the young waiters?”

“Someone has to,” Y/N smirked.

The waiter returned with the bottle of wine that Y/N had suggested, and Jake had agreed it was better than what they already had opened. The French restaurant was nice and quiet, and pretty much everyone stayed away from them. Occasionally Jake would get a look from one of the other mafia leaders seated across the dining room. The word of their marriage had spread in the past week with the delivery of their wedding invitation. People had already started to speculate that Jake had been taken off the market, but never by Y/N Santiago. Most thought that her father had sent her to a nunnery after the whole Francisco mess.

“You got eyes on you,” Jake said softly. Y/N glanced over her shoulder at the brooding man looking at you, “You know him?”

“No, but I bet father dearest does,” Y/N rolled her eyes, “Sometimes I wonder if famous kids have this bad of an issue with people.”

“You mean to tell me having big scary, murderous looking men staring at you isn’t normal?” Jake joked.

“Funny,” Y/N responded, “I haven’t been out like this in years. At the club back in New York, I always hid my face, which gave me some anonymity. After. . . everything, I didn’t want to show my face, I was too ashamed, too scared. My father tried to keep me under lock and key but I couldn’t stand it.”

“He kept you trapped?”

“Like an animal. And sometimes I felt like it.”

Jake looked at her with sympathy. Getting her to open up had been like pulling teeth. They both had things that had been locked away, and with good reason. The things those two had done and seen was enough to send someone jumping over the edge. Jake wanted to know, he wanted to know what made her tick, what made her spin, what made her scream in fear at night.

“What was it like?” Jake asked.

“What was what like?” Y/N asked, sipping her wine.

“Francisco.”

Y/N choked on her wine at the name and how easily it fell from his lips. She looked around to see who was listening. She had been paranoid ever since Isabella was dropped on their doorstep for who could be listening. She set her glass down and leaned in.

“It’s a story for another day,” She simply said and Jake nodded.

“Promise?”

“Promise.”

— — — ♱♱♱ — — — ♱♱♱ — — —

Y/N and Jake tried to suppress their drunk giggles as they stumbled into the house late. The bottles of wine they had drank at the restaurant were starting to hit, making them feel warm and fuzzy. Jake was better off, keeping her upright as best as possible. She walked into the kitchen and kicked off her heels, before reaching for the zipper on her dress.

“Whoa, what are you doing?” Jake said, stepping in as his fiance was once again stripping down in the middle of the living room, “You gotta stop getting naked in the living room.”

“Want to go swim?” She asked innocently.

Jake shook his head, “Hot Tub.”

“We have a hot tub? Since when?”

“You’ve been here four weeks and didn’t know we have a hot tub?”

“Nope.” Y/N said and then continued to strip out of her clothes. Jake rolled his eyes, but also followed suit, stripping down. He stopped in the kitchen to grab a bottle of white wine this time, and then led her out to the hot tub. Jake watched as she got in first, submerging her naked frame into the hot water. He followed in suit, setting the bottle and the glasses down.

They both sat in a comfortable silence as soft music played in the background. Y/N looked up at the stars, trying to point out the constellations. Jake leaned against the side, looking out into the garden, checking on the rose bushes.

“Tell me about Natasha,” Y/N spoke. Jake snapped his head towards her, he didn’t even know that she knew her name, “The night after the fight. . . you got shift faced, and kept calling me her name.”

Jake sucked in a breath, “It’s an old ghost.”

“She clearly means something to you. I have told you about my ghosts, it’s only fair you tell me about yours.”

“I don’t know all your ghosts,” Jake said. Which wasn’t entirely true, he knew of her relationship with Francisco from the information gathered by his brothers, but he had never heard her speak about it. Y/N looked down at her hands, and nodded softly, “I’ll tell you about Natasha, but I want to hear your story of Francisco.”

“It’s only fair,” Y/N said. Jake gave her a sad smile.

“I met Natasha at a Navy bar, and not to sound sappy but, it was love at first sight. We hit it off great, she was everything I was looking for. She was smart, beautiful, talented, and strong. I should’ve known from the jump that it was too good to be true. I was just so blind to the “love” I thought I had for her,” Jake said and took another drink,

“At the time I thought my whole career was going to be in the Navy, I never thought I would take over for my dad. I didn’t think he trusted me like that. But then the assassination attempt happened and he pulled me in. Natasha. . .was one of the only outsiders that I trusted to know about this life. I gave her an option, to run and not look back, or to stay and be prepared for her whole life to change. And she chose to stay. At first, it was easy, she didn’t ask too many questions, kept to herself, let me do my own thing. But then, she started asking more and more. I thought it was just out of curiosity. . .” Jake shook his head, his jaw clenching, “She tricked me into trusting her, into loving her, I thought I would get married to her, so eventually, like an idiot, I told her everything. I told her about the crime families, about what my family does, how we fit into the whole Mafia Outlaw world.”

“Jake. . . “ Y/N said softly, her mind already jumping to the conclusion.

“It was actually your father who said something about a rat in one of the families. I didn’t believe it, and refused to. Natasha was so perfect, she would never do anything to hurt me. But I had to find out, I couldn’t just warn her to run away, I had to know. So, I chained her up in the chamber, tortured her until she broke. She was a fucking rat.”

Jake had tears running down his face. Y/N was yet to see him this vulnerable, baring his true soul to her. Jake put up a tough front, he had to. He is the face of the Seresin Family Mafia. He was taught at a young age that feelings weren’t allowed. You couldn’t be a soft Mafia leader, you had to be one ready to kill with no remorse, even if it meant killing the people you love. Jake wiped his eyes and let out a shaky breath.

“My father demanded that I do it, to teach me a lesson. You don’t fall in love in this life. You marry with the intention of growing the business, that’s all these sham marriages are. . . business deals. I had killed before, I knew I could do it. . . but I loved her too damn much and she betrayed me, in more ways than one. I held the gun to her head, looked in her tear filled eyes, and couldn’t do it. I know she hurt me and my family but I couldn’t pull the trigger.”

“So who did?”

“Someone who never should have,” Jake said softly, bowing his head in shame, “I turned it all off after that. I didn’t allow myself to heal, to forgive and move on. I buried all my anger and emotion into running the family and women. I tore through women like I was getting paid for it. But all this shit changed when you showed up. God I wanted to hate you, I wanted to never ever let you near. But. . . you changed something in me. I don’t know what you did, but you healed me.”

“Jake,” Y/N said softly, putting a hand softly on his cheek. He grabbed her hand, holding it there as he nestled into the touch, “You healed yourself. I didn’t do anything.”

“You must’ve been the catalyst then, cause it’s been almost three years.”

“It takes time to heal,” Y/N said, “I didn’t heal overnight from Francisco. I’m still healing from him.”

Jake grabbed her body and pulled her into his lap, so she was straddling him. He placed both hands on her face and looked into her eyes, “I would rather die, than let the son of a bitch hurt you.” Y/N nodded and placed her hands on his shoulders.

Jake pulled her in, kissing her lips. Her hands flew to his hair, getting tangled in the damp strands as their lips clashed together. She could taste the sweet wine on his tongue as his arms pulled her even closer to him. Y/N moaned softly as Jake trailed, kissing down her jaw to her neck, sucking and biting softly. She moved her hips against his, feeling him grow hard under the water.

“You’re so beautiful,” Jake mumbled against her skin, bringing his lips back to hers, “And so mine.”

“Jake, I-I,” Y/N pulled away a little bit to look at him, “I love you.”

Jake gasped softly. For once in her life, she was sure about something. She was sure that in this moment she felt completely safe in Jake’s arms. She felt that no matter what happened in the world, she would always have Jake. It was at this moment she finally allowed herself to feel what she had been afraid of. It took years to move past what Francisco had done, to let herself trust others. Jake wiped a tear that fell from her eye and kissed her softly.

“I love you,” Jake said back. Y/N smiled and kissed him again. The kiss was soft, full of love and passion. Those three words had changed something for both of them. The last time either of them had said those three words, it ended in heartbreak and agony. Jake had seen the love of his life die, and Y/N hoped hers would kill her. But in this moment, they knew they would die for each other.

They were oblivious to the outside world, living in the moment of being in love and holding onto each other. Neither noticed the three other boys frantically running out to them until Bob spoke up.

“Y/N,” Bob said. Y/N tried to turn but Jake kept her still, keeping her back to the boys. He raised his eyebrows, glancing down at her naked form and she nodded,

“What?” Jake asked them. Y/N looked at him with her eyebrows furrowed.

“We found Sophie,” Rooster said, “She’s alive.”

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I’m in NEED of some rooster blurbs, imagine you two being all sweaty because your air conditioner stopped working in your apartment and you’re both hot and bothered so you take off clothes to get comfy and he’s turned on

it’s getting hot in here - rooster (top gun)

note ; i have been RABID for rooster since i saw this movie. i am so happy y’all share the love because the way i am imagining rooster being a little brat because it’s so damn hot and he doesn’t know how else to cool off.

warnings ; cursing, suggestive language

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“this is fucking ridiculous,” he wiped another droplet of sweat from his forehead. he was standing up again after being sat down on the leather couch for about .2 seconds. how was he supposed to be comfortable when the air conditioner wasn’t working in 100 degree weather? it was preposterous, if you asked him. to save on rent, you and rooster had moved into a loft that had more problems than it was worth. to make matters worse, california was enduring a massive heat wave.

“baby, relax. complaining about it isn’t gonna make it any better,” you fanned yourself off with a nearby magazine you were reading before. you were too sweaty to focus on anything else but unsticking your thighs every three seconds. rooster wasn’t always in a bad mood, but when he was, he really was.

“you know, you would think our landlord would hop in his car because at least it has fucking air conditioning,” he was referring to your landlord’s attitude towards coming to your apartment to fix your issue. however, he seemed reluctant over the phone to budge.

“he’s probably sitting on his couch eating a fucking popsicle,” you agreed as you put your wet strands of hair up in a messy bun. “the only good thing is at least i’m shedding calories here. i feel like i’m in a damn sauna.”

“that’s it. i’ve had it up to here,” and with that, rooster took off his tank top, his abdominal muscles glistening with sweat. you had to look away, because you were just going to make yourself more hot if you stared at him. the last thing you needed was another part of you being wet.

he collapsed down next to you on the couch, sprawled out in refusal of letting any of his body parts touch. you were still trying to maintain minimal eye contact. wrong time to be horny, and you knew it. he knew this was going to be a problem for you, especially because your favorite pastime was commenting on his physique. the first time you noticed him at the hard deck, you thought to yourself damn, this guy works out. so, keeping your hands to yourself in this situation was not an easy one. “what happened, cat’s got your tongue?” he joked.

“oh, shut it,” you rolled your eyes. “i’m not in the mood.”

you couldn’t help but realize that the only way to play this game fair and square was to also take off a piece of clothing. “you know what, it is actually getting a little too hot in here,” you said as you began to remove your crop top. underneath was a black lace bra that normally wouldn’t have been worn on a day like today, but your breasts would have sagged without it. now, they were perked up and right in front of his eyes for their viewing. “god, that’s much better.”

“you’re kidding.”

“what? i feel like this is fair,” you quipped. he was practically drooling, eyes glued to your chest. you were well-endowed and he made sure you knew it. this time, however, they were covered in sweat and although that might sound disgusting to the normal person, that was a meal to him.

“don’t do this to me, [y/n],” he begged. eyes had not moved once. you weren’t even sure if he was blinking.

“if you play your cards right, bradley, i might even let you touch them,” you smirked at him before picking up your magazine once more and reading where you left off. oh, he was absolutely going to lose his mind today.

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12 Days of Ficmas - Day 6

Prompt (by @12-days-of-ficmas): i know it’s supposed to be romantic to be snowed in but literally all i have in my apartment is pop tarts

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Story Description: Nick Miller has it all planned out. A rental just for him and (Y/N), a dinner reservation, and a week by themselves during Christmas in Chicago. The only thing he can't predict is how the weather will be.

Fandom: New Girl

Pairing: Nick Miller x Female!Reader

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Nothing Ever Goes According to Plan

He meant well.

Nick Miller always meant well.

He had planned a whole trip to Chicago for the winter with his girlfriend (Y/N). They had been very busy as of lately. He with his writing and she with her graphic design clients. Especially as the holidays snuck up on them, they had less and less time to see each other.

But Nick wanted to change that. They had already decided to spend Christmas in Chicago with his family. And as much as he loved them, he could barely spend a few hours in a confined space with them, let alone a week. He also couldn’t bring himself to do that to (Y/N). Having to spend the holidays in the piercing Chicago winter was torture enough.

He had rented an apartment just for the two of them. Close enough that they could see his family on Christmas day but far enough that they wouldn’t drop by for a visit. A nice AirBnB to spend the week in together. It was even adorned with beautiful Christmas decorations.

Nick arrived a day before his girlfriend. He had said it was so he could spend some one-on-one time with his family. But in reality, he had something else planned for her arrival.

“Look, Jess, I have told you the plan twenty times already,” Nick sighed into his phone. “I’m sure it’s gonna be fine.”

“Just tell me one more time, Nick! I wanna make sure everyone is on schedule.”

“UGH! Fine. She gets here at three, we have some couple-y alone time, then at 6 we get to Piccolo where we will be escorted to the outdoor patio where I’ll finally pop the question,” he listed off. “Then, if she says yes…”

“When she says yes,” Jess interrupted.

“Sure. We’ll go inside where you will all celebrate the fact that she is crazy enough to want to spend her life with me.”

“Stop it, Nick. I’ve never seen either of you this happy,” she reprimanded. “Now, you’ve got the ring?”

“Yes.”

“You confirmed the reservation?”

“Ya-huh.”

“Did you check the weather for today?”

Nick kept quiet for a couple of seconds. He thought he had done everything possible to ensure the night would go without a hitch. Except check the unpredictable weather of the winter. He had gotten used to the warm and sunny days of California so it didn’t cross his mind to verify that snow would ever ruin everything he had planned.

“You know they’re saying it might snow a lot tonight,” Jess regained his attention. “Maybe we can think of plan B, just in case something happens.”

“It’s gonna be fine Jessica,” Nick laughed nervously. “I’m pretty sure it won’t snow that much. I would know. I’m from Chicago.”

He didn’t have a backup plan. He didn’t want one. Nick wanted everything to go as he had been playing out in his head. Nothing less than perfection.

Somehow, he found himself nervously cleaning the place as he waited for the clock to hit three in the afternoon, and (Y/N) knocked on the door. The apartment was already clean but he needed to hyper-fixate on something that didn’t make him lose his mind.

Before he knew it, a knock rapped on the door and the nerves built up once again inside him. If she was here that could only mean that they were hours closer to a life-changing decision. And (Y/N) had all the power to turn all his Christmases into a time to remember or a time he would always dwell on.

“Uh, Nick?” (Y/N) called from the other side of the door. “Can you let me in, babe? It’s freezing out here.”

“Yeah, yeah! Just a sec,” he responded as he took one final look around the place to make sure it looked perfect. “Hey.”

“Hey, you,” (Y/N) smiled as soon as her boyfriend opened the door. She gave him a quick peck on his lips as she passed the threshold, patting away the snow that had accumulated on her clothes. “It’s really coming down out there. Looks like I got here just in time before things get ugly.”

“What’d you mean?”

“Well, snow’s already coming down hard and they say that six more inches of snow are gonna fall.” She wrapped her arms around his neck, a tempting smile on her face. “But enough about that, huh? It’s the first time in a long time that we’ve been together with no other things to worry about. Let’s make up for some lost time.”

“I like where your mind is, girl,” Nick answered, pushing his worries to the back of his mind.

***

The pair lay in bed, enjoying the warmth of the apartment. After engaging in the physical activity they had missed out on in a while, they were pretty worn out. (Y/N)’s head was on Nick’s chest, listening to his heartbeat as he drew circles on her back.

“It’s a bit romantic, don’t you think?” she said softly. “You and me, trapped in this very nice apartment, a white Christmas happening outside. It’s charming.”

Panic set into him once again. Whilst his mind was elsewhere, he had completely forgotten about the weather predicament. “Well, babe, being snowed in might sound romantic,” he said. “But all I’ve got in the apartment is beer and pop tarts.”

“Very college-esque of you,” she chuckled. “I think we can manage for a night. You know, we can start now, be drunk by seven and back in bed by nine. We’ll sleep through the whole night.”

“But we’ve got that reservation at that restaurant I told you about. It took me a long time to get it.”

“We can call and reschedule, baby. I mean, given the weather conditions I’m sure they’d understand,” she reasoned. “Now, I’m gonna go get a beer and sit by the fire. You can join me if you want. But I’m drinking with or without you.”

As soon as she was out of the room, Nick scurried for his phone. Calling the only person he knew could help.

“Jess! I’m freaking out,” he scream whispered.

“You’re snowed in?”

“Uh-huh.”

“And the only plan you had is falling apart?”

“You know it,” he replied. “I know I screwed up by not having a backup, but I don’t want to hear an ‘I told you so’ right now.”

“Okay, calm down, Nick. I’ll call the restaurant and have them set up the same thing for tomorrow. I’ll send out a message to everyone telling them about the change of plans. And you, my friend, are going to enjoy this night with your girlfriend soon-to-be fiancé.”

“Thanks, Jess.”

“Sure thing. It’s all gonna work out, Nick,” she said in an attempt to calm him down. “Now, I’ve gotta go 'cause I am also snowed in with Sam and I’m gonna take advantage of the situation.”

“You dirty dog,” he chuckled. “Have fun!”

He hung up the phone, feeling relief wash over him before he walked out to the living room. There, (Y/N) had taken out a six-pack of beer from the fridge and had started on her first one. In front of her was a plate with two pop tarts, and one of them had a bite taken off.

“Ready to get drunk?” she asked Nick when she saw him come out of the bedroom. “As you can see, I’ve already started.”

“You don’t have to tell me twice,” he smiled.

Two hours and twelve beers later, they were sat next to the apartment’s Christmas tree staring at the twinkling lights. They were bundled in each other’s arms, a warm blanket wrapped around them. They had drunk, watched movies, drunk some more, and ate half a box of Pop-Tarts. But they’d gotten to the point where their minds were hazy from the alcohol and everything around them was a very intriguing sight.

“This is fun,” she said. “I could do this forever.”

Forever triggered something in drunk Nick. Suddenly, the box in his pocket was burning a hole in his pants.

“Funny you should mention that,” he chuckled dryly.

“Mention what?”

“That!”

“What are you talking about?” she laughed.

“Forever.”

(Y/N) didn’t understand where he was going with his line of thinking. But it intrigued her. So, she asked, “What about forever?”

“You know, I had a whole thing planned,” he started. “But I forgot to check the weather. I grew up here and I forgot to check the damn weather.”

“Babe, why are you rambling on about the weather?”

“Might as well get this over with,” he smiled. “I, uh, had been planning something for a while now. But like most of my plans, things didn’t really turn out the way they should. You know, you start with one thing and make sure it’s perfect. Once it’s perfect you don’t want to mess with it. And you always do it with the best intentions, but the world doesn’t care about good intentions. And…”

“Nick,” she interrupted him. “Don’t mean to cut you here, but you’re rambling.”

“I had this whole speech planned,” he went on. “But for the life of me, I can’t remember it right now. So, I’ll speak from the heart – 'cause I’m very good at that, especially when I’m drunk.”

Nick moved his body until he was sitting face-to-face with her. He took her hands in his and continued.

“(Y/N), I love you. I love you so damn much,” Nick smiled. “I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Making plans that always get screwed up. I want to get drunk right before Christmas. I wanna go to crazy expensive restaurants with you and leave because we hate the food there. I want a house, and kids, and everything that comes with life. I want it all and I want it with you!”

“Are you asking what I think you’re asking?”

He pulled the black box out of his pocket, revealing the ring he’d guarded for six months and somehow had managed to hide it all that time. “Will you make the craziest decision of your life and agree to marry me?”

“Nick! Yes! A thousand times yes!” (Y/N) exclaimed as she threw her arms around him, knocking him back onto the floor. She landed on top of him and they both laughed. “And if getting married to you is crazy, then let me be crazy. Because nothing would make me happier.”

“Can I ask you something else?”

“Anything.”

“Make sure you act surprised tomorrow at the restaurant,” he chuckled. “It was supposed to be a surprise, but everyone’s gonna be at Piccolo’s tomorrow expecting a proposal. They don’t have to know it’s gonna be a replay.”

“Nick, you suck at lying.”

“But I’m great at make-believe,” he grinned. “And tomorrow I’m gonna be Nick from this morning. The nervous wreck that wanted today to be perfect.”

“Well, regardless if tomorrow doesn’t go well, today you gave me the best present in the world,” she smiled as she set a soft kiss on his lips.

“Merry Christmas, (Y/N).”

“Merry Christmas, fiancé.”

“Kind of like the sound of that,” he chuckled. “Nick Miller, fiancé.”

“I’d like husband a lot more,” (Y/N) smiled back. “And it’d be a Christmas miracle if you can pull off tomorrow. Again, you are terrible at lying.”

“But terrific at make-believe,” they chorused before laughing.

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little bit of help

stranger things

robin buckley x reader

"I just think it's ridiculous that my little brother and his girlfriend have better communication skills than Jonathan and I do," Nancy said, turning the wheel of her car down the cement path that led toward the high school.

Ever since Jonathan had called to tell Nancy that he wouldn't be coming back to Indiana for the break, Nancy had been passive-aggressively finding every way she could to discuss how ridiculous it was that he wasn't coming, Out of spite, she refused to go to California to see him, creating this bubble of angst that followed her around wherever she went.

"You could always go to-"

"I'm not going to California!" she shouted, whipping the car into a parking space. Even with the seatbelt, the aggression of her action nearly sent me crashing into the passenger door. "He told me he was coming here and he doesn't even have a good reason for not coming. He just wants to be there for his college letter to come, and it might not even come. Joyce could call him if it did. Even Will. It's not like it wouldn't be there when he got back."

"Maybe he's gotten it already and he doesn't want to disappoint you," I suggested, turning to face her now that the car was in park. "Or he's afraid that this college thing is going to tear you guys apart. Have you ever considered the fact that you guys might go to different colleges next year?"

"Of course I have," Nancy said, turning to the backseat to grab her backpack.

Her answer wasn't a surprise. Anyone that knew Nancy knew that she had developed a tendency to prepare for the worst. Since Barb had been killed in the Demogorgon's invasion of Hawkins a few years ago, Nancy hadn't allowed herself a moment to breathe. If she wasn't pursuing the truth for someone else, she was protecting her family and friends from the monsters threatening to spill into Hawkins from the Upside Down. If it wasn't that, she was preparing for her future. The one that logically included her current boyfriend.

"He should be able to tell me if something isn't working," she said, her voice soft. "I deserve that, don't I?"

"Of course you do, Nance," I sighed, placing a comforting hand over hers. "Maybe he's working his way up to it. If it's not working for you, then you need to do whatever brings you peace of mind."

Nancy gave me a soft smile. "Yeah, you're right. Maybe the distance is still taking its toll and maybe more distance is what we need."

I returned her smile. She turned to look in the mirror on her sun visor, adjusting a few strands of her hair. I watched her for a moment, catching sight of another car turning into the parking lot through her window. Inside, I could see the neat and somehow hasty looking head of hair that belonged to Steve Harrington, and his passenger that I would recognize anywhere.

"Hello," Nancy sang. "Are you listening to me?"

"Hm?"

"I asked if you were ready," she said. "To go in?"

"Uh yeah. Sorry."

Grabbing my backpack from the floor of the front seat, I sat it in my lap, making sure the zippers were closed. Nothing was worse than the wind blowing a stack of paper all across the parking lot at 8 a.m. After chasing them all down, no one even needed gym class.

Nancy looked out of her window and nearly pulled on her door handle to climb out of the car, but paused when she caught sight of the same car I'd noticed a few moments ago. She turned back to me with a knowing smile on her face.

"Ah, now I see why you weren't listening."

"What are you talking about?"

"Robin," she said knowingly. "Is she still avoiding you?"

"Like the plague."

Nancy stifled a laugh. "Have you tried talking to Steve? Maybe he can help."

“By what? Handcuffing her to the chair? No matter where I run into her, no matter what I try to say to her, she says like two words and then runs off. I mean, what am I supposed to do with that?”

“Maybe she’s nervous.”

“Because of me? She runs away from me like all the jocks do when they see Eddie Munson coming down the hall.”

Nancy laughed. “People get nervous when they see someone they like. Robin’s not exactly the most eloquent with words.”

“That’s not true. She’s totally coherent. Really smart too. I mean without her, Steve and Dustin never would’ve cracked that Russian code, and for all we know, we could all be dead. They probably wouldn't have gotten out of there without her and Erica," I said. "Sure, sometimes she rambles and it’s a little hard to understand, but passion makes people sound incoherent sometimes. I think it’s kind of cute how riled up she gets about the weirdest shit,” I trailed off, catching sight of Nancy’s lopsided smile. “Shit, was I doing it again?”

“Yeah,” Nancy grinned. “It’s cute though. I’ve never seen you have heart eyes over anything. Except for Jennifer Beals and Irene Cara, or anything Flashdance related.”

“Hey!” I argued. “If you can have your Tom Cruise obsession, I can have mine.”

Nancy snorted. “Okay, okay. You’re right. I’m not judging, I just think it’s sweet."

She cast a glance out of her window toward Steve’s car. Robin was still seated inside and when Nancy looked over, both Robin and Steve’s heads quickly averted from our direction. Nancy shook her head, eyes finding mine.

“Yeah,” she sighed. “You’re gonna need some help.”

“Is my only option Steve? Because that doesn’t seem to be going very well.”

Nancy rolled her eyes, climbing out of the car. I followed suit and the two of us met where the hood of her car came to a point. I looked toward Steve’s car, waving at him and Robin. Steve enthusiastically returned my wave and with some goading from Steve, Robin gave me one of her own. Instead of the smile one would hope to have paired with a wave, Robin wore an expression that almost looked like she was going to vomit.

“I think she hates me,” I told Nancy, who only shook her head and laughed.

What I didn’t know was that Robin’s morning hadn’t started much different than mine. Steve spent most of the morning droning on and on about his unsuccessful dating life before turning to focus on Robin’s. When they pulled into the school parking lot, Steve spotted Nancy’s car and the girl that sat beside his ex-girlfriend at the front of the car.

“Have you talked to her yet?” he asked.

Robin scoffed, looking toward the two girls inside Nancy’s car. “Are you kidding? My limbs turn to mush every time she talks to me.”

“Your limbs turn to mush all the time. You’re very uncoordinated.”

Robin rolled her eyes. “Thank you for the profound observation, Steve. She just make me–”

“Nervous. I get it,” Steve said. “But if you keep looking like you’re going to vomit whenever she talks to you, she’s going to think you hate her.”

“I couldn’t hate her,” Robin scoffed with wide eyes. Steve knew that as a sign that she was about to start rambling. “She’s the epitome of perfection. Her smile is so bright that I swear I can’t see anything within a ten-foot radius. When she looks at me, I feel like I’m on fire. You know, like that song by The Doors? I only know that because she wore that t-shirt of the band one day and I did like a deep dive into their discography–”

“Robin,” Steve cut in. “You need to talk to her. At the very least, stay still when she talks to you. All you need to do is listen and speak. You’re good at that.”

“Stay still? Listen and speak? That’s your advice?”

Steve nodded, his eyes still focused on Nancy’s car. “I bet Nancy’s telling her the same thing.”

Robin’s eyes went wide. “You think they’re talking about me?” She looked toward the car and after noticing the two were already looking in her and Steve’s direction, she quickly looked toward the school. “Shit. Do you think they saw that?”

Steve rolled his eyes. “Do you want to die alone?”

Robin smacked his arm. “Getting girls to go on dates might be easy for you, but some of us are socially awkward. I mean getting along with you at the mall was purely coincidental.”

“You’re not that socially awkward. You’re just nervous around the girl you like. That’s totally normal.”

“Not for you.”

“Not true. Nancy made me nervous. I was shitting bricks before I asked her out.” Steve’s eyes were on the two girls who had now exited the car, walking right past his car. The subject of their conversation waved at them, which he happily returned. He glanced over at Robin, who looked mortified. “Robin. Wave back. It’s rude.”

“I’m trying,” Robin reasoned, despite being motionless. “I’m thinking it in my head but my arms are refusing to move.”

Steve rolled his eyes, lifting the girl’s elbow. Robin wiggled her fingers as much as she could, but she knew the look on her face gave away her discomfort.

“Yeah,” Steve sighed. “You need help.”

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By the time the pep rally rolled around that afternoon, I’d done everything in my power not to think about Robin. All things considered, I’d done pretty well, but that came to an end when the band was forced onto the court to play the music for the athletes to run out to.

Nancy nudged me sharply the moment they began walking toward the bleachers, and not even I had managed to spot Robin yet. Nancy had even gotten there late and somehow managed to find her with ease.

One of the guys in the second row ducked their head to tune their instrument one final time, giving me plenty of time to spot Robin bouncing on her heels behind them. I smiled to myself, noting how miraculous it was that she managed to pull off that horrid band costume. The green of her hat brought out the lightness of her eyes, even from way back here.

A third of the way through, Nancy had to excuse herself to finish the layout for the paper. I decided to stay long enough to see Lucas jog out with the rest of the basketball team and the band to disperse before I got up to go to the bathroom.

Whoever had the idea to have the pep rally right after lunch was an idiot.

After managing to make it off the bleachers without tripping, I practically ran toward the nearest bathroom to relieve my bladder. As I was washing my hands in the sink, I heard someone muttering under their breath in the large stall at the end. It wasn’t until the sink turned off that I could begin to hear what they were saying.

“Even with a shit budget, the least they could have done was gotten a costume with a working zipper.”

I stifled a laugh at the complaint. It came from a voice I knew all too well.

“Robin?”

There was a soft thud from inside the stall. “Uh, hi.”

“Everything okay in there?”

“Yeah,” she said shakily. “These band costumes are just the gift that keeps on giving.”

“I’d say so,” I said with a smile I knew she couldn’t see. “That green really brings out the color of your eyes.”

Another thud. “Uh, thanks.”

“Are you sure you don’t need any help?”

“Yeah,” Robin squeaked out. “I’m fine.”

“Are you sure?” I fumbled around my words. “I can help. If you want me to.”

I waited to hear another thud but it didn’t come.

After a moment, the latch of the stall door squeaked open and Robin’s back was unveiled to me. She had gotten the coat off but the shirt she’d worn underneath had a zipper along the back that was caught in the strap of what I thought was a tank top. My eyes went wide at the sight and I swallowed deeply as I waited for her instruction.

“The uh zipper is caught in my–”

“I see,” I said quickly, Too quickly. “I mean, I can see the zipper stuck to the strap.”

Robin released a giggle that sent my heart into a short game of hopscotch. “I’ve never heard you get so flustered around me,” she said. “Normally that’s me.”

“There’s still time,” I said with a teasing smile. “As long as you don’t run away from me this time.”

Robin groaned. “I’m sorry about that.”

“Don’t be. It happens.”

I raised my hands, clasping and unclasping my fingers as I tried to work up the courage to bring them toward her back. “So you want me to–”

“Yeah,” Robin stumbled. “Could you just untangle it? If you’re comfortable.”

I released a shaky breath. “Yeah. I can try.”

My fingers wrapped around the soft black fabric of her shirt, while the fingers of my other hand touched the nude strap of what lay beneath it. In fumbling to grasp the silky strap, my fingertips brushed the skin of her back. Small goosebumps peppered her skin just as I got ready to tug the fabric apart, wary of any potential tears.

“You know,” I began, lightly tugging on the two pieces of fabric. “This isn’t how I imagined seeing your bra for the first time.”

Robin turned her head over her shoulder slightly, but not enough to meet my eyes.

“You’ve thought about this a lot?”

I shrugged. “Maybe.”

Robin stifled a laugh. “For the record,” she began slowly. “I do like you. I mean, Steve’s been riding my ass about it every day for the past three months. He kept telling me I was going to scare you off.”

“Gave Nancy some good entertainment,” I smiled. “She kept telling me to hang in there but I wasn’t planning on going anywhere. Not unless you actually managed to tell me to.”

Robin snorted. “Even if I could’ve talked to you before without wanting to vomit, I wouldn’t have said that.” She laughed to herself. “Who would’ve thought that being half-naked in a bathroom stall would make my shyness go away?”

I joined in with her laughter, exhaling a slight sigh of relief when the two pieces of fabric snapped back to their own spaces.

“Well, since you’re not running away from me this time and we’re in the perfect place if you need to puke,” I began. “Do you want to go out this weekend? We could go see a movie? Unless you’re sick of that from the video store.”

“No!” Robin said quickly, spinning around with her shirt clutched against her chest. “I love movies. I’d like to go. I don’t work on Sunday but I work Saturday afternoon. Or we could go Friday night–”

“Robin,” I laughed. “Why don’t I come by Saturday when your shift is over? Even if it’s late, we can make a night out of it. Plus, I want to see the expression on Steve’s face when we leave together.”

“Okay,” Robin grinned. “Thanks for helping me. Really glad you had to pee.”

I returned her grin. “Thanks for not running away this time.”

What neither of us knew was that Fred had stopped Robin in the hallway, talking to her about some paper for their history class. Their conversation had made her late for the pep rally, meaning she had to rush to get on her costume. Nancy had coincidentally run into Robin in the bathroom and zipped up her back, making sure that one piece of fabric was caught in the zipper of another.

Nancy was right. I guess I needed a bit of help after all.

#robin buckley imagine #robin buckley x reader #stranger things imagine #stranger things x reader #robin buckley

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moregraceful · 11 months

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You know for a team I have not watched regularly since 2020, random facts about the Dallas Stars sure are lodged in my head like immovable truths of the universe. If I ever find a program that can help me create an interactive timeline in a way that makes sense in my brain I'm creating a timeline of Dallas Stars information from the Seguin trade -> now and it's over for you hoes* (*me specifically, I am the hoes). Like I, who am generally bad at dates and numbers, just have various Stars' players rookie seasons/fresh outta Cedar Park seasons just taking up space in my brain for no reason?? Why. This timeline would also include such important cultural moments in Dallas Stars as Roope Hintz's haircuts and Finnish mafia contracts, information which is also just. in my stupid brain doing jack. This timeline would serve zero purpose and enrich humanity not at all but at least this information would be OUT of my HEAD

Anyway I have not been talking abt it because a) don't want to give details when the overall arc of the plot is still tenuously coming together, b) had to do a bunch of research for some finicky mental-illness-in-WWII-veterans but I haven't been able to make myself go digging on SciHub/LibraryGenesis/Google Scholar to see if anything I learned from Band of Brothers/The Pacific postwar fanfic is grounded in reality. But in my current state as someone who cannot watch videos or TV without getting sick but also can't really leave the house for long periods of time, I finally started digging into the research I need to do for it. I'm writing a Dallas Stars WWII postwar au for Fandom Trumps Hate!

I'm very excited about it, especially as I start digging into the historical pieces I need to make it come together and things start to (slowly, so slowly) fall into place. I haven't written a historical au in uhhhhhhh a while and haven't ever written one that was really built around serious hurt/comfort. obvs do not want to just be shooting from the hip when it comes to mental illness, particularly in veterans, but I wanted to be challenged, and so here I am, digging through Google Scholar annotations lol. (There's also stuff I need to research on Canada in WWII, gay men in the 1940s/during WWII etc etc etc, bc it's been a while since I looked any of that up lmao...historians scare me so I am like I must not make TOO much shit up....)

BUT the reason I was thinking abt the internal timeline my brain carries about the Dallas Stars from the past 5 years despite the fact that I could be using that space for LITERALLY anything else, is bc my bidder requested a bunch of older players (which is great for me to be clear - if there's one thing I'm always gonna do, it's gaze lovingly at pictures of Stephen Johns) but said that if I wanted to add newer players feel free. So I tried to balance out Old Guys with some younger players who I love or am interested in learning more about. Gotta give those old men some youth to keep em humble yk. But I wanted to de-age everyone by about 5-6 years from their ages irl just like...given the timeline of the war, bc so many of the older guys are like well into their 30s rn and I didn't want anyone to be career military. BUT!! I was making my little list of birthdates and ages relative to each other and now I'm like. If I de-age Wyatt Johnston by 6 years. He will be 14. tf is a 14 year old doing hanging out with a bunch of men in their late 20s. This is not LiveJournal. Or like Miro Heiskanen and Jason Robertson who I also wanted to include bc I love them, will be 17. I liked the logistical challenge of having a couple of Finnish guys and American guys in this au that takes place in Canada but also, what is a 17 year old Filipino-American kid doing in Vancouver yk. also like girl help do I really want to dig into anti-miscegenation laws in California and Canada 😭😭 shit was not repealed in California until the late 40s. how far down the rabbit hole do I go with historical accuracy this fic is supposed to be about some gay asses finding relief from the Horrors in community, together

Anyway, all. ALL. of this information about the Stars is going to be in my head for the rest of my life. I am going to forget everything historical as soon as I hit post on AO3 but will be in my 60s knowing that Wyatt Johnston was born in 2003 or that my dad and Roope Hintz share a birthday (kings). Like god forbid I remember my own family or friends' birthdays but I will definitely find use for the information that Miro and Jason's birthdays are four days apart or that Miro and Joe Pavelski and Jamie Benn all have the same birthday. Who is driving the bus here and why is it a Dallas Stars historian with selective memory

#WHO IS DRIVING THE BUS HERE!!!#also debating shelling out for scrivener bc this fkng notion storyplanning template isn't working for the story or my brain #there's just too much research going into this story and this $18 template is NOT cutting it 😭😭#i haven't attempted to use scrivener since literally 2012 but the ux has gotta be better now. it's gotta. right. right??#anyway the fic has to be a minimum 15k but the deeper i get into into research the more i'm like hmm. i think i'll be lucky #if i get out under 25k.#like can i really write longform fic rn no my brain fog is rly bad a lot of the time but i can at least research #anyway. enjoy this look at the state of my brain when i am faced with a writing process that takes more than one (1) hour lol #it's EXTREMELY fussy. it's extremely anxious. and it's extremely real #fresno oilers.txt #also in the interactive timeline: the joel fucking kiviranta goal and greatest hits of the esa lindell/john klingberg romance 😭

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Bread on Toast - A Future Man Fanfiction

Warnings: Destiny the sex doll, lots of mentions of dicks, JFUTZ 🫵🫨 (just for you guys)

Chapter 10 (pt. 2): Prelude To An Apocalypse

Just like the video games, Liv was much better at sparring with the creepy doll than Josh. Tiger had hooked the doll up where a punching bag was supposed to be hung and used poles to move her arms. Tiger was thoroughly impressed with Liv, and Josh not so much. Josh seemed afraid to touch the doll, especially after Liv made a comment about thinking it was a sex doll. While Liv would nail the doll right in the face with a punch, Josh would sadly slap it, like in this fight with Karofsky.

“Oh! Oh God, I grazed boob.” He whined as Tiger made the doll slap him.

“Suck it up.” She said.

Liv would snap the doll’s neck, Josh would slap it in the face again.

“Again.” “Again.” “Again.” Was all they heard. Josh finally got brave at one point and put the doll in a headlock, only to have Tiger attack him with the doll’s arms. He shrieked and fell on the ground.

“Yield! Yield!” He cried. Liv stood next to Wolf, who looked on judgmentally.

“Him?” He looked up at her.

“Love is blind.” She sighed, taking a seat next to him.

“This is so stupid.” Josh complained as Tiger let off. “I can’t learn to fight in a day.” He was drenched in sweat.

“Liv did.” Tiger used the doll’s arm to point to Liv.

“Oh, I took some self defense classes. I am a woman living in California.” Liv said.

“Well, Liv, I’m impressed with your improvement. Please participate next time there’s a fight.” Tiger shot her a stern look. She looked back at Josh. “Show me nose-to-brain.”

Josh panted and nodded, readying himself. He took a deep breath before spinning around and shoving the heel of his palm into the doll’s nose successfully. Wolf and Liv clapped politely from the side lines. Tiger nodded approvingly.

“Okay, that’s something.”

Josh panted. “Yeah, that something’s going to come in real handy after I get shot a hundred times.” He said pessimistically.

“You can’t get shot, you're essential to this mission.” Wolf said.

“In order to take down the building, we need to simultaneously detonate bombs in four strategic locations.” Tiger explained.

“Okay,” Josh was still panting. “Well, where are we during all of that?” He pointed between him and Liv.

“At one of the strategic locations.”

“We’re the bombs.” Wolf said.

“What do you mean we’re the bombs?” Liv asked, worriedly.

“L-like what, suicide vests?” Josh’s eyes bugged out.

“We could do belts but vests hold more.” Wolf shrugged. Tiger nodded in agreement. Josh looked at Liv, violently shaking his head. Liv was doing the same.

“No!” He cried. “No, that cannot be the plan!”

“Fine, we’ll do belts.” Wolf rolled his eyes, looking at Tiger. “Jesus Christ.” He muttered under his breath.

“No, I’m with Josh. We cannot be a part of this, alright?” Liv looked between Wolf and Tiger, pleading.

“Well, with only two soldiers and…you guys, it’s our only option.” Tiger stated.

“No! Whatever you guys need to do, you have to find another plan to save the world.” Josh grabbed Liv’s hand and pulled her next to his side. “Joosh and Liv out.” He pulled Liv out of the room.

“Wait, Josh, maybe we can think of something else-“ Liv said quietly as she followed Josh.

“You guys can’t quit on us now.” Wolf followed them out too. Tiger was close behind. Josh let go of Liv’s hand and turned to the three of them.

“Look, I am no savior.” Josh shook his head.

“You’re the reason we’re here.” Tiger said.

“Yeah. And you said it was the worst decision of your entire life.” Josh wiped sweat from his forehead.

“I said that years ago.” Tiger said.

“You said that this morning…” Liv said, looking back at Tiger.

“Time travel is fucked up.” Wolf sipped his smoothie.

“Look, everything that I have tried to do has just made stuff worse. Okay? Can’t you see I am not cut out for this?” Josh put his hands on his head, taking a deep breath as he turned around.

“We can’t make you do this.” Tiger said. “You have to want to do this. You have to need to do this. Without conviction, there’s no self-detonation.” Tiger sounded soft. “Liv, I’m assuming you’ll be with Josh.”

Liv slowly nodded. Tiger nodded understandingly in return. She held out her hands for them to shake. “Well, thank you for your service, Future Man. And Future Man’s friend.” Josh turned around with a surprised look. He thought they would put up more of a fight for him. Liv shook Tiger’s hand, shooting Josh a look that verged on both nervous and surprised. Josh did the same, immediately feeling a twinge of regret.

“You’re letting them go?” Wolf was wide eyed.

“They’re already gone.” She said, making eye contact with Josh. “I hope you stick whatever landing you’re looking for.” She said, quickly glancing at Liv and then back to him as she turned and walked down the stairs.

Wolf lingered, watching Tiger go. “Wow. She’s…really nice now.” Josh mumbled.

“I know what you’re thinking.” Wolf said, turning around to look at Josh and Liv. “Why race into a burning building when I already live in a fireproof palace?”

Josh shook his head. “No, I wasn’t thinking that.”

“I wasn’t thinking that either.” Liv mumbled.

“Well, I used to hide in a palace of my own, but, as someone who’s been to hell and back, I’ll tell you this. There is one downside to cocaine addiction,” Liv and Josh both made concerned faces. “It takes most of the day to kick it, so you lose the day.” Liv slowly side eyed Josh, who looked equally as confused as she did. “Second…none of this is real, your house, your lifestyle, your friends, it’s all an illusion. Except for Liv,” he turned and smiled at Liv. “Hi Liv.”

“…hi Wolf…” Liv sounded confused.

“You’re as real as it gets.” He said softly. He looked between them for a moment before turning and leaving down the stairs.

“Wolf.” Josh said, starting to follow after him. “Wolf!” Everyone in JFUTZ’s crew had left, the house was empty except for them. He caught Wolf at the front door. Liv followed behind him.

“Wolf, somehow fucking up this mission made my life amazing. Okay, don’t you get it? In this timeline, where I never finished playing ‘Biotic Wars’, everything is better.” Wolf looked behind Josh as he talked to see Liv’s face fall. She looked so sad. She clearly didn’t agree with Josh. “This is the universe telling me to stop.”

Wolf looked back at Josh. “No. This is fear preventing you from becoming a legend.” He said gruffly. He looked back at Liv, who was looking at Josh with sad eyes and shuffling her feet. “Maybe you should ask your partner in crime over there what she thinks, this isn’t just about you, Josh.” As Wolf turned and left, Josh looked over his shoulder at Liv.

“Liv?”

“Josh, I think it’s obvious I don’t like this- this JFUTZ lifestyle.” She mumbled, turning away and walking into the kitchen.

“Wait, Liv-“ Josh followed after her. Paul and Tracy opened the back door and stepped inside, holding garbage sacks with cups in them. “…so you’ll get that and I’ll-“

“Hey, hey guys,” Josh stopped when he saw them.

“Hey!” Paul acknowledged.

“Where’d everybody go?” Josh asked.

“Shaun White was doing some kind of fondue thing, so everyone went to that.” Paul said, putting a new sack in the garbage.

“Oh.” Josh felt Liv looking at him. “Hey, you don’t have to do that, I got somebody to take care of that, I told you.”

Paul and Tracy paused. “Yeah. Us.” Paul said.

“You okay boss, you’ve been acting kinda strange?” Tracy asked.

“Yeah, we saw you guys upstairs kicking the shit out of Destiny. It was kinda weird.” Paul said.

Josh looked at Liv. He looked back to Paul and Tracy. He pointed upstairs. “The doll’s name is Destiny?” They nodded, looking confused.

“Yeah, dude, your present? You ordered it?” Tracy tilted her head.

“No judgment, you’re the man JFUTZ.” Paul gave him finger guns. Josh looked horrified over to Liv. “So, the place is all clean and I have a plan to celebrate my birthday with a couple friends, so we’re just gonna boogie, alright?” Tracy and Paul walked past Josh, who still looked shocked and mortified.

“You guys work for me…?” he repeated.

“Yeah, we do- is everything all good? Is he okay?” Paul asked Liv. They both just stared back, processing everything. “Okay…we’re good?”

“Yeah. Yeah.” Josh blinked and nodded. Paul and Tracy exchanged confused looks and waved, exiting out the front door.

“So…” Liv mumbled. “Life isn’t as amazing as you thought, huh JFUTZ?”

“I bought a sex doll?” He covered his face with his hands. “JFUTZ, you can’t possibly be the lonely.” The realization struck him. “I need to- to talk to my parents. I need to see them.”

Josh tried calling both of his parents, both calls when straight to voicemail. They spent 45 minutes looking through every drawer, every cabinet, anywhere they might find where his parents’ condo could be.

“Josh!” Liv came out of the kitchen after finding a brochure for Hidden Cliffs Senior Solutions buried under a bunch of magazines.

“Oh my God…” Josh breathed out and Liv flipped through the pamphlet. “Did I…did JFUTZ…?”

“There’s a phone number, call and ask if they’re there.”

Liv and Josh tentatively walked inside Hidden Cliffs Senior Solutions.

“This is not a sweet condo.” Liv whispered as they approached the front desk.

“You’ve got a lot of nerve showing up here, mister.” Gabe angrily approached them.

“Dad, what- what is this place?” Josh looked around wide eyed. He’d never in his right mind put his parents somewhere like this.

“Very funny, you’re a wisenheimer now?” He didn’t even seem to recognize Liv. “Who’s this, your new girlfriend? Listen here sweetheart, make a run for it now. He’s not one for loyalty, look what he did to his parents.” He turned to Josh. “Why are you even here?”

Josh looked stunned. “I’m- I’m here to see you and mom…”

“Oh, you’re full of them today, you’re a regular comedian. You know what? You’re funnier than the entertainment they have in this prison, which is no entertainment at all.” He spat at Josh. “We can’t even get cable! The thing no one even wants anymore.”

“Wait, dad, wait, where’s mom?” Josh followed after his dad as he tried to leave.

“She wouldn’t want to talk to you and I don’t blame her.” He pointed an accusing finger at Josh. “That house was going to be yours one day. It’s the Futturman house, but you just couldn’t wait, could you?”

“I- I’m sorry. Dad, that wasn’t me-“

“It’s my fault. We never should have named you Joosh. You were made fun of as it hardened your heart. We were inspired by that Latino fellow and his girlfriend who introduced me and your mother.” Josh shot Liv a confused look. “It doesn’t matter. You’re more JFUTZ than Joosh now.” He tried to walk away again, Josh and Liv followed him to a soup dispensing machine.

“No, no, no, no, I’m Joosh, I’m the same sweet Joosh you remember, dad-“

“You got a court order declaring us mentally incompetent and putting us in this place.” Gabe shook his head in disgust at his son.

“Josh…” Liv whispered in shock.

“You don’t get to call me ‘dad’ anymore.” Gabe stated, putting change into the soup machine.

“Here, let me-“ Josh reached into his pocket to give his dad some change.

“I don’t want your money, that dirty money that corrupted you. You used to play video games for fun, and then you got a taste of success and the hangers-on started rushing in, and you liked it.” He said coldly. “You had two best friends, me and your mom, but that wasn’t enough for you.” Josh looked at Liv, who looked up at Gabe sadly. “Oh great,” Gabe huffed. “I wanted turkey chili and it gave me split pea.”

“Let’s just go get mom and we’ll go home.” Josh tried to take his dad’s arm, but Gabe wouldn’t budge.

“No, no-“ his soup spilt all over Josh’s white sweater, the one Liv had had on earlier. “Great.” Gabe rolled his eyes. “There goes the dinner I didn’t even want. Just get the hell out of here.” Gabe seethed.

Josh stared at his dad in shock. “Dad-“

“Do I have to call security? Get out!”

“Josh, let’s just go…” Liv said quietly, pulling his arm. As Liv dragged Josh out, he looked back at his dad as tears brimmed in his eyes.

“Liv, my parents-“

“I know, Josh.” She whispered, tears in her eyes too. It was dark when they got home.

“I’m gonna go take a shower.” Josh mumbled sadly, pressing a kiss to Liv’s temple. “I’m sorry you had to see that.”

“I’m sorry you had to deal with that.” Liv said quietly, hugging him tightly from the side. “…did you leave that scary sex roll down here?”

“No, it was probably Tiger or something.” Josh sighed, starting up the stairs, pulling off the stained sweater.

Liv pulled down Destiny the sex doll’s robe, so that she couldn’t see her fake ass anymore. She curled up on the couch and turned on the TV, flipping through the channels. Josh’s house felt empty without Diane offering her a cookie or Gabe telling her about the latest drama in his sister-in-law’s life. Liv zoned out and didn’t even notice she’d stopped channel surfing on a football game. Her eyes grew heavy as she started to doze off. The day had started out so amazing, only to fall apart like a jenga tower right before her eyes. A commotion in the bathroom made her eyes fly open. She sat up.

“Josh?” She called. No answer. Her heart stopped. What if a Biotic had broken into the house? She rushed up the stairs and threw the bathroom door open. “Josh, are you-“

Through the steam in the room, she could make out Josh, standing naked next to…Josh…who was also naked. Josh, her Josh, spun around, eyes wide. The other Josh, with a nipple piercing and ear piercings, looked at her and quirked an eyebrow, smirking. Liv shrieked. “What the fuck is going on?!”

“I don’t know!” Josh cried.

Other Josh’s eyes slid over Liv. “And who the fuck are you…clone me’s friend?” He raised a can of JOOSH energy drink to his lips. That’s when it hit her.

“Are…are you Joosh?” She clenched the door handle tightly.

Joosh narrowed his eyes at her. “It’s JFUTZ, bitch.”

“Do NOT call Liv a bitch.” Josh demanded loudly.

Joosh cocked his head. “Liv…? Kronish Labs girl?” He chuckled darkly. Josh took a step back, as if he were trying to shield her. “I remember you.” His eyes slid over her unapologetically again. She stiffened, Josh did too.

“You remember a different me.” Liv spat, glowering at him.

“What, you from another timeline too?” Joosh’s voice was condescending as he took a menacing step towards both of them, which wasn’t that menacing considering he was butt-ass naked. Liv and Josh still flinched.

“Yeah, actually…” Liv’s voice was high.

“Don’t come any closer!” Josh held out a defensive hand.

Joosh rolled his eyes. “Or what? We gonna fight? Let’s dance, clone.” He curled his hands into fists, looking as though he were itching to get into it.

“I am not a clone!” Josh cried, flinching again as Joosh got into a fighting stance. Joosh came at him.

Liv, still terrified and shocked, automatically dropped down and ducked, even though the swing wasn’t aimed at her. “Nose to brain, nose to brain!” She yelled to Josh, who was scurrying backward.

Josh spun around and whacked Joosh in the nose, making him stumble back, holding his face. He raised his eyes to glare at Josh, who whipped his head around to look at Liv in shock.

“Did you just hit my nose?!” Joosh snapped. Josh stammered, turning around.

“I- I didn’t- Liv, I don’t have anymore-“ he was scurrying back again.

Joosh wiped a small stream of blood that began to drip from his nose, eyes darkening. “Oh-ho-ho,” he shook his head, smirking. “Big mistake!” Josh backed into Liv, holding onto her.

Joosh reeled back, ready to lunge, but his feet slipped out from under him, tumbling backwards. With a sickening crack, his head slammed against the lip of the shower. There was blood pooling around JFUTZ’s head. Josh and Liv stared at the scene with wide eyes and holding onto each other's arms in stunned silence. Liv started screaming first.

“What the hell?!”

“I don’t know?!” Josh clenched onto her even tighter.

“He- what- what?!”

Josh side-stepped over to the corpse, kicking Josh’s foot with his. When Joosh didn’t move, he let out a horrified sound. “I killed JFUTZ!”

Liv side-stepped to stand over the corpse too. “I…I think he might have killed himself?”

Josh glared up at Liv. “Let me have this one thing, okay?”

“How was he here?!” Liv strung her fingers through her hair as she turned away.

“He must have come home early when we weren’t here? I…I don’t know? He thought I was a clone assassin? Because those exist here? I- I-“ Josh paced around, freaking out. “And then- and then he wouldn’t stop looking at my dick, and then he was perving on you, and- oh my God JFUTZ is dead! What do we do?”

Liv turned around to face Josh. “We find Tiger and Wolf, that’s what we do. I’m willing to bet that they’re in the sewer.” She looked over at him. “Get dressed. We’ll deal with him- you- JFUTZ…in a sec. I’m confused.”

Josh hurried and got dressed and they carried JFUTZ down to the table and laid him there for Tiger and Wolf to see, covering his crotch with a JOOSH washcloth. Bolting to the sewers, they conjured up a plan, thankfully finding Tiger and Wolf down there.

“Guys, guys, stop, stop, stop.” Josh panted as he climbed down the ladder.

“Josh, Liv, out of our way.” Tiger said, not even greeting them or seeming happy to see them. “We got a tower to take down.”

Josh helped Liv down to the ground. “Look, we’re here to help. I was wrong. Liv and I agreed that we belong down here in this sewer with you guys.”

“Yeah, we fucked up this timeline so bad that we’re kind of anomalies.” Liv said. They figured out that if JFUTZ existed another Liv was out there somewhere, and the real Liv and Josh weren’t supposed to be in JFUTZ and other Liv’s 2017.

“Yeah, we should be here and not in some fire proof palace.” Josh said.

“Sweet callback.” Wolf grinned.

“We’re in this with you guys,” Liv swung her arm around Josh.

“Till the end.” Josh wrapped an arm around Liv’s waist.

“Okay.” Wolf nodded, smiling slightly. “I’m gonna whip you guys up a C-4 belt.”

“No- no, no, no. We don’t have to die. Liv and I have a plan.” He said proudly.

Leading Tiger and Wolf back into the house, they introduced them to the deceased JFUTZ.

“How is this possible?” Tiger asked quietly, looking at Wolf.

“It’s like Liv said, we’re anomalies, other versions of us exist here. And because JFUTZ isn’t actually me, he never finished playing ‘Biotic Wars’, so no one has beaten it.” Josh said.

“I realized that while I was finding something to cover JFUTZ’s dick.” Liv said proudly.

“Yes, thank you Liv.” Josh said. He held up a copy of the game. “And we Bloogled it on my Blapple.”

“So?” Tiger picked up JFUTZ’s leg and let it fall against the table. Wolf moved the cloth up slightly to check out what JFUTZ was packing.

“So? That means that there’s another version of you two in the future waiting to come back for me.” Josh explained excitedly.

“Glad you didn’t get this one?” Wolf mumbled to Liv, looking at JFUTZ’s dick.

“Wolf!” She hissed and smacked his arm. “Not right now.”

“This is an entirely different reality,” Josh continued. “Your whole team could still be alive.”

“I also realized that part!” Liv added excitedly.

“I always knew you’d be the genius of this group.” Wolf fist bumped her proudly.

“Look, all I have to do is go and beat the game again and we get another Tiger and another Wolf and who knows who else.” Josh said.

“No. It’ll just be us.” Tiger said. “They’ll all die in the tunnel. Again.” She looked down at the ground. Wolf had told Liv about how they were the last two living soldiers from their time after everyone else on their team was blasted by poisonous DMC gas in a tunnel while they were trying to find the TTD. Liv knew Tiger blamed herself.

“Groundhog Day.” Wolf said, making everyone send him confused looks. “Andie MacDowell. I hit that.”

“No, they don’t have to die.” Josh said, eyes bright with ideas. “We can send them a message through the game and tell them to go a different way!” Tiger and Wolf looked hopeful, but worried. “Guys, we can get your whole team back. Who was there? Uh, Mongoose, Butterfly, Owl before he got that brainworm thing you were telling me about.”

“Myrm.” Tiger said. “He was myrmed.”

“Yes. How would you guys like a pre-myrmed Owl?” Josh shot Liv a big grin. God, he was adorable when he got excited about his ideas.

Tiger and Wolf glanced at each other, not trying to get their hopes up. “Let’s do it.” Tiger said.

“Avoid..the…tun…nel.” Josh spelled out. Instead of Future Man, he decided he would choose a name that would alert future Tiger and Wolf which way to go. “See? Now the future yous will take a different way in.”

“You genius.” Liv gave Josh an encouraging slap on the back.

“I’m Tiger, this is Wolf,” Game Tiger said as Josh started up the game. “You’re our newest recruit.”

“Come fight.” Game Wolf growled.

“Welcome to the Resistance.”

“Look at that handsome guy, huh?” Wolf nudged Liv’s arm and pointed at the screen to his likeness.

It took Josh hours to play through the game. There were 83 levels that were all progressively harder than the last. Wolf got busy preparing food for when their team was transported to 2017, bouncing back and forth from the living room and the kitchen.

Tiger stood by Josh’s side, holding a glass of juice as she watched. “Juice me!” Josh would say any time he got thirsty. Tiger would quickly step forward at let him sip from the straw.

Wolf made food for Josh which he claimed would “enhance his ability to play good”.

Liv helped move furniture around to make room for the people who were about to be standing in the living room. Wolf breezed past them and placed some fancy plates of finger food on a table.

“They’ll be peckish when they arrive.” He said to Liv, as he placed them nicely around the table. “Don’t wanna give them palate shock, so best stick to simple hors d’oeurves.” He turned around and rolled his eyes at Josh, who had his back to them, playing feverishly. “Not sure how I’m going to do that without a melon baller, but I suppose I’ll make do.”

“Not his house, Wolfie.” Liv pat Wolf’s back as he walked past her, throwing his hands in the air all animated.

As the furniture was stacked by Tiger and Liv, Wolf wandered back into the living room. “You got any crème fraîche?” Wolf muttered in Josh’s ear.

“Uh, no.” Josh mumbled back, blasting a Biotic in the game. Wolf huffed and went back into the kitchen. Liv eventually plopped down by Josh’s seat, sitting on the floor and resting her head on his thigh. She was the only welcome distraction, even if she wasn’t really distracting him.

“Ah, Liv,” he said as she rested her cheek on his leg. “My good luck charm. Remember when you helped me beat this level?” Level 69, she remembered. Josh claimed that she helped him beat this level by never shutting up about how it was level 69. At the time he was yelling for her to shut up, but when he beat the level first try he switched up immediately.

“Oh I remember.” Liv laughed.

As Josh continued to play, Liv dozed off every now and then against his leg. It was about 2am. Liv was jostled awake a couple times by Josh moving around while he played. Every time he would repeat apologies to her over and over and lean down to kiss the crown of her head. He really liked that Liv was right there next to him. Liv drifted in and out of sleep as Tiger and Wolf bustled around them.

Finally, around 4:35 am, someone woke her up by tapping her on the shoulder. It was Wolf.

“Wolf, let her sleep.” Josh whispered.

“She might want to be awake for this.” Wolf mumbled. Liv lifted her head, eyes bleary.

“Hey, Liv.” Josh said gently. “I’m on the last level.”

“Grape?” Wolf offered, crouched down next to her, a small handful of grapes cupped in his hand. She took one and popped it into her mouth.

“Just play the level.” Tiger said, sounding antsy.

“Okay, okay,” Josh said, unpausing the game. Liv took two more grapes from Wolf’s hand. “All I have to do is shed all of my armor and weapons,” he muttered, unequipping everything. “Take the secret passageway past the Jizzadrian kill squad, dodge those perfs, that leads directly to the big boss.” Josh muttered as he played through. They all crowded closely around Josh, eyes wide as they watched him. “Okay, here’s Dr. Genocide, slit his evil throat,” Josh made his character slit the boss’ throat. “Hit the detonator,” Josh was growing louder as he got closer to beating the game. “Slide down the fire tube without being burned alive, all before the kill scraper explodes!” Just like that Josh beat the game. Again. He stood up proudly and dropped his controller.

“Boom.” He said, proudly. Tiger and Wolf looked impressed. Liv was beaming from ear to ear.

“God, that was hot.” She grabbed him by the collar and pulled him in for a kiss.

“Congratulations. You’ve achieved the ranking of savior.” Game Tiger said as Josh kissed Liv back.

“Disgusting.” Tiger groaned as she shielded her eyes. Josh flipped Tiger off as he deepened the kiss. Wolf looked at them lovingly.

“I love love.” He whispered, looking emotional.

Liv and Josh pulled away, grinning at each other lovingly. “That should do it.” He said, looking around while still holding Liv close.

“Do you think I made enough food?” Wolf asked.

“You know what Wolf, I don’t but I didn’t want to say anything.” Tiger sighed. “We need to back up,” she pulled Liv and Josh apart and they backed all the way back to the couch against the wall. “There are about to be 45 bloodthirsty warriors up in this piece.”

They saw lightning begin to form, the room even shook and buzzed a little. Josh grabbed Liv’s hand. Wolf grabbed Liv’s shoulders to brace himself and Tiger held onto Josh’s elbow as the lightning got more and more intense.

A/N: There’s only one chapter left RAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!!!! But! Don’t worry! I’m writing a season 2 installment as we speak!! Everyone say “thank you heydorothea009”!! Fun fact, it was my birthday yesterday! Yay! Contrary to popular belief, (no one has ever asked this) I’m 21, and the 009 in my username is not bc I was born in 2009, but simply bc “dorothea” is a song from Taylor Swift’s 9th album “evermore” (my favorite album by the way), and the 009 is bc heydorothea9 and heydorothea09 were taken. There’s some heydorothea009 lore for you!! Anyways, thanks for reading so far!! You guys mean the world!!!

#josh futturman #future man #josh hutcherson #tiger future man #wolf future man #derek wilson #eliza coupe #maia mitchell #bread on toast #hachi machi #future man fanfiction #Josh Futturman x OC #jhutch

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eurydicees · 10 months

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YOU WROTE 18K BY HAND?? i am so impressed i need to ask what you are writing about. holy shit u are like a god

oh my god ok THANK YOU for asking !!! also in the time since you asked this, i have written another 1,400 words by hand. Anyways. under the cut bc this got. too long.

so this was originally for the 50k big bang project, but it was cancelled so i'm gonna go ahead and talk about it publicly now. SO.

the sparknotes summary: it is an iwaoi post-canon coming of age relationship study !! it's about iwaizumi in california and oikawa in argentina and how they navigate their friendship while long distance. it quite literally walks through every step of their journey from graduation aoba johsai to meeting again at the 2020 olympics....the sheer amount of time i'm covering is why its currently ~88,000 words LMAO.

this fic is literally my little monster. it was supposed to be 30k. then it was supposed to be 50k MAX. it is now 88 thousand words long. anyways though i'm enjoying it.

it's a slow burn get together, but it's also a break up & make up fic. the idea is that they dated in high school and then had to break up bc of the distance--but i think they're probably going to get together in the end. the middle is a whole lot of them growing up and figuring out how they can have a healthy friendship even as adults and dealing with loneliness and adulthood on their own and really coming into themselves as people by the time that they get to the olympics.

i just finished parts two and three, which is iwaizumi's years at university. here are some BANGER lines, if i do say so myself:

after oikawa's visit to california, when he has to leave again:

Oikawa smiles at him, and with that, he takes the handle of his suitcase and walks into the airport. Farther and farther and farther away, until he’s disappeared from sight and Iwaizumi is standing alone again, next to the blinking red hazard lights and the sound of other cars’ wheels on cracked concrete. He gets back into the car. He doesn’t really want to talk to Rich right now, or any one of his other friends or teammates. He kind of just wants to be alone. So he turns off the hazard lights and puts the car in drive and then he takes the long way home.

when iwaizumi is talking to his friends about oikawa:

“It’s not a big deal,” he tries. “We’ve both moved on. It wouldn’t have lasted while we’re in different countries anyway.” He does not mention that Oikawa had asked him to wait. He does not mention that he is—he is waiting, and he doesn’t plan on stopping. He doesn’t plan on breaking that promise to come home. “Ah,” Em says, subdued.

during a drunken NYE call:

Iwaizumi can hear the flinch in Oikawa’s voice. “You miss me?” “I’m not saying it again,” Iwaizumi says, and it sounds like it’s supposed to be angry, but it just comes out tired and sad. “Of fucking course I do. You’re—” “I’m what?” Iwaizumi takes a shuddering breath. “You’re so far away, Tooru. You’re so far away and it makes me—fuck, fuck! I shouldn’t have called. I should—” “No!” Oikawa says it instantly, desperately, cutting off any idea that Iwaizumi should go. Which is good because as much as Iwaizumi wants to escape the embarrassment of this phone call, he doesn’t actually want to hang up. He doesn’t actually want to leave Oikawa now. “Stay. Please. Stay with me.” Iwaizumi pauses for a moment, swallowing down Oikawa’s words and turning them over in his head before saying anything else. “Okay. I’ll stay.”

anywayssssssss!!! it's been REALLY fun to write, but it's also like. an insane labor of love. this fic was my project for nanowrimo july of LAST YEAR, and it's my project again this year. isn't that crazy. so so so much has gone into this fic its literally driving me up the wall. it haunts my every waking moment and also my dreams.

but yeah i don't have wifi where i'm living for the summer, so i've been writing everything by hand and then typing it all up when i can use a hotspot on my phone. i also have the most amount of free time in my life than i have , like, EVER had in my non-child life. so i get to spend so much time writing, which has been sooooo fun. i am begging the universe to keep me from being burnt out bc i'm genuinely having the time of my life working on this.

ok phone's about to die gotta go. thank you for asking i want to talk about this SO bad. please feel free to ask me. please enable me i'm begging you

#ask #july nano 2023 #i have opinions on the value of writing by hand. also enable me to talk about that. please please please

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foolstemper · 1 year

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TRIGGER WARNING: ABUSIVE DOCTOR, TRANSPHOBIA, SEXUAL ASSAULT, EATING DISORDER

This is a long one and I know the wording in this review is transphobic but… My first top surgeon was an absolute bastard that’s left me with significant health issues as a result - including needing a second top surgery.

I saw him kiss young trans girls on the lips and no one fucking believed me but now it’s showing up in his reviews like this:

If you’re going to have gender affirming surgery in Whittier or Beverly Hills, California, be very wary of this doctor. You can DM me for his practice. He left me with terrible burns on my stomach, fucked up ribs and surgery results I will never be able to fully correct - among emotional and other physical fucked upedness.

Fuck you, Doctor.

BEWARE! THE REST IS WORSE!

Here’s some of what he did to me.

- he refused to answer my questions 90% of the time

- called my body “weird” and “off putting” while looking at my new chest for the first time

- went out of his way to do things that were extremely painful/humiliating without warning

- my surgery was only supposed to last 3 hours max but went over 8 and he refused to answer my families questions or mine after I woke up

- I woke up on the surgery table naked with pain in my genitalia, was thrown into clothing immediately and shuffled out the back of his surgical office into my families car

- he and his staff misgendered me every day I saw them until the last day without fail

- told my mom not to call him unless my fever reached 104 - it was 103. Hung up on her

- made me wear a surgical binder for five fucking months straight, 24/7, and I was so clueless that when people told me that that was in no way okay, including another top surgeon and two GPs, I could have cried because I was in so much pain. My ribs are still fucked up and I had surgery in early 2018

- I had dog ears and puckering in the center of my chest, he sewed my skin together so wrong that it hurt to move for two years and there are still pockets where dirt collects

- it took months and multiple doctors to finish taking out staples and stitches because he never took the time to be sure they were all out.

- called my GP an idiot for not feeling comfortable in removing some sort of an anchor internal stitch or something that was dangerous to remove, that you couldn’t see on the outside of my body, that could have reopened my chest entirely and that the surgeon should have removed himself

- he told me NOT to bandage my nipples and one fucking fell off

- he triggered my eating disorder by making me lose twelve pounds every month immediately after surgery or else he’d make nasty comments about how his nurse gets up at 4am to go to the gym and if she could do it, I certainly could, too

- had pictures of various famous porn stars on every patient room wall

- kissed young trans girls ON THE LIPS

- said I had a “very ugly family”

- my lips turned blue after surgery and he called me a liar and said to stop being dramatic

- left burn marks all over my ribs

- I had an infection in one of my drain wounds that he refused to treat

- during the consult, he would not let me put my shirt back on while we discussed things like insurance and the scheduling process

I had night terrors for two weeks leading up to appointments with him and one day, I just stopped going and reported him to my insurance, who told me he had multiple malpractice suits in the beginning stages. I also found out that he almost fucking killed a trans person who was bleeding out. He refused to see them or fix the wound, and refused to even tell other surgeons about that persons surgery.

There’s more but I am too heartbroken. DM me if you’re having surgery in Whittier/Beverly Hills, California so I can help you avoid him.

#personal #trans #top surgery #nonbinary #queer #ftm

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bloodhoundluke · 1 year

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motion ⎮ luke hemmings

description: luke is experiencing a tough time mentally; every day feels the same. what is his way out of the darkness?

pairing: she/her x luke hemmings

warnings: anxiety, depression, self-loathing, angst, cursing (let me know if there's anything else).

word count: 600ish.

a/:n: this is a bit short, i guess. it's pretty sad at first, too :( this is an angsty one, so i'd recommend maybe skipping reading this if you aren't in the best mental state. if there's anything you'd like to talk about, i am always here <3 ps. if you can find any mistakes (e.g. grammar), please do let me know!

this is pt. 3 of when facing the things we turn away from series. the parts are not related to each other; rather, i'd call them blurbs.

The pressure to finish the album. The hate. The self-loathing. It became all too much to Luke; he had let everything bad consume him. He couldn’t even trust what he was seeing, as if his eyes were lying to him. Two months had been the same everyday: wake up, take care of Petunia, studio, come home, walk and feed Petunia, open a beer, sit in the darkness, go to sleep. Was that really what life had to offer? The same shit everyday. Numbness, sometimes pain. Why couldn’t Luke get it right? His life?

As time went on, time became an obscure concept to him. Tomorrow would be like yesterday, and yesterday had been like all the days before. Was there a way out for me, he wondered. The days were filled with regrets, anxiety and darkness. Sometimes it was blank. He blamed himself for everything wrong he had done in his life; sometimes he couldn’t even care less. What was the point, anyway?

Then it hit him. He needed to take action. If he moped around all day, what would that lead to? Nothing particularly good, as he had witnessed. So, he booked a therapist appointment after contemplating about it for a few weeks. It helped him to see what he could do in his life in order to be happier. So, he took mindful walks everyday in his neighborhood, hung out more with the boys and called home more often. He practiced being more mindful of his thoughts and did mental health exercises.

Luke felt alone, even though he had told his loved ones about his mental state. It felt like no one truly understood him. Or was it just in his head? He wanted to get better and started to cancel on parties and some other social events since his anxiety was at its peak. He felt selfish for that; he had always been to every social gathering he could go to. Luke knew he had been thinking about other people’s opinions for far too long. He wanted to please people, even if it meant his own suffering. But not anymore, Luke decided.

His focus was on the future instead of the past; there was something he needed to find. Something that would make everything make sense. He knew there were some things he would never know, but still he was searching for some type of miracle. There had to be some sign from the universe, right? Luke needed to know what was his purpose. What he was supposed to put his energy into. A few months went by quickly and Luke was still stuck inside his own head. What was this miracle he was supposed to find?

And there she was standing in a flowy pale yellow maxi dress in the California sun. As Luke laid his eyes on her, he knew she’d be something special in his life. Even if it was just being acquaintances with her, he knew she was the one he wanted to find. Three coffee dates and four dinners later, he knew he had fallen hard for this woman. After one and a half years of dating and five months of living together, he knew she’d be the only one he would want to spend the rest of his life with. Her generous giggle, the habit of leaving doors and cabinets open, her urge to be physically close, the nervousness when meeting new people. He loved all that there was to her: the good, the bad and in-between.

The couple lounged around in their living room, watching some romantic comedy Luke had picked. After a while of silently watching the movie, he decided to speak.

“I think you are my miracle, petal”, Luke caressed her cheek and looked at her with his eyes full of admiration.

“I am not the miracle here, remember that. You helped yourself. You are your own miracle”, she smiled gently.

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Scars (6)

Chapter 6: Show me, Please

Alice was shy, sneaky, quiet, and hard to get to. Natasha had been trying to get to her or corner her, but she rarely, if ever, left her room. The girl was just gone.

"I can't get to her," Natasha said, flopping next to Clint on the couch. "She's like a ghost. She's gone with the wind, invisible, was never here, she's a spy and doesn't know it, she's-"

"You could just leave her alone," Clint said. "Did you not hear what she said the other night? She is a child who has been isolated for the majority of her life, just now being reintroduced to society at 17 years old. She's not well, and you chasing her isn't helping. Just leave her alone she'll come whenever she's ready. You need to stop bombarding her with questions. Remember, the only one she knows is Tony. " he continued casually to flip through the tv channels while glancing at the ceiling occasionally.

Natasha knew that Clint was right. Running around stalking the girl wasn't going to get her to talk. She was usually more collected than this, but having something or someone so close and not knowing a thing about them was something Natasha didn't like. Especially when everyone else was so nonchalant about it; she was a spy, for crying out loud.

On Christmas, she gave everyone scrapbooks filled with blackmail, yet she couldn't find anything about this girl. Natasha had literally gone through every database possible to man, even databases people weren't supposed to know about. She couldn't find anything on Alice Stark. She even called Professor X, The well-known telepath and Headmaster of a Mutant/gifted only School, to help; he did find out who she was; he confessed to knowing and keeping tabs on her for a very long time but wouldn't tell Natasha anything else, but he did say something along the lines of "The child was put in a bubble for a reason Ms. Romanoff please ..... don't pop it " now Natasha was even more interested in the girl.

Why am I the only one wondering, Natasha thought to herself

"Because you're always used to knowing everything or pretending to know everything. And this one time, you know nothing, and everyone knows you know nothing, and you don't like it." Clint answered casually as if she actually spoke out loud to him. He knew she wasn't. And she knew he knew she wasn't. "Plus, I went through Tony's stuff and found out that the first rule on her long list of rules to stay here was not to use her abilities. She isn't going to tell you if it risks her getting sent back. This is her first taste of freedom, her only taste of freedom.

"Shit," Natasha cursed, finally realizing the effect she was having on the poor girl.

"you just lost your cool for a moment. Next time you see her, apologize," Clint said, then picked a bowl off the coffee table. "I've given you advice and knowledge. Please make me more popcorn". Natasha rolled her eyes, but never the less made the man popcorn.

Alice had a new hobby/habit, people-watching. Or, more accurately, watching people through surveillance cameras. She'd often watch the team do mundane things such as training, eating, cleaning, playing games, and just being domestic. It made her feel much better than actually sitting in the room with them and made her less anxious.

Due to this habit, Alice accidentally caught part of Clint and Natasha's conversation. She listened to Clint defend her as she realized how desperate Natasha was to find her secrets. She was really working herself, trying to find out her abilities.

Would it really be bad if she showed them? They were the Avengers, after all. It's not like they would tell anyone else. And she didn't want them to not like her. She had really been putting Natasha through the wringer.

These were the only people she knew the only people communicated with she couldn't lose them over the trust or a petty rule, right?

Her Father wasn't home, he had gone to a company meeting with Pepper he was in California and they were in New York. He'd never know, right?

Alice paced the gym floor heavily she had finally given into Natasha and decided to show her what she was asking, for now, she was waiting. Too busy pacing, Alice didn't notice Natasha and the rest of the team.

"Alice" Finally, she noticed the team that had gathered for her. "You wanted to show up something?" Steve said

She nods, taking a few steps back " I- I...powers?"

"Uh yeah, no shit- I mean, yes, we'd like to see "An elbow from Natasha set Clint straight.

"Dad....don't-" Everyone nodded before she could finish completely understanding.

"Listen, Alice, if you don't want to tell us, that's okay. We're okay with that. We don't want you to get in trouble or anything -"

"Shut up, Rogers." Sam scolded Steve.

Taking a deep breath stepping forward to a punching bag, she bites down on her index finger until she bleeds, "she's hurting herself" Clint made the obvious observation, letting the blood drip from her finger blood spill on to the floor taking another breath shaky breath she flicked the blood off her finger into the direction of the punching bag. The team didn't know what they expected but what happened surely wasn't it. As soon as the blood drop hit the punching bag it ripped off the chain bursting open, hitting the back wall and leaving a massive dent.

"That was... AWESOME," Clint said, running up to Alice before remembering boundaries. Everyone bombards her with questions. Alice didn't really answer any questions, more or less just stood there and smiled.

They liked her,

"Tony, are you paying ?" Pepper asked, frustrated she had been talking to air for the last 20 minutes. "No, sorry. Watching Alice," Tony said as he watched the footage of his daughter breaking the #1 rule he said not to. "she's in trouble"

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Chapter 1: The Calling

My eyes creak open and I am greeted by emptiness. There is nothing and no one except for me inside these awful walls. At least, nothing meaningful. There’s supposed to be meaning. There’s supposed to be love, but there is nothing. And that’s what’s wrong here.

Everything changes and nothing persists. I stay like this for a little longer, wallowing in my own woe and misery… then I get a call. The sound of California Boyz makes me jolt upright and grab the phone. It’s an unknown number. “This is Kieran Roe speaking.” “Do you give out yer name to everyone like that, boy?” They had a thick, Welsh accent. I couldn’t quite place it as either northern or southern. It seemed to be leaning more north, though. “Who is this?” “No, seriously, do you really just hand out yer true name to every bloody person you come across? Like fuckin’ candy at a parade. I’d expect better of someone as educated as you.” This time I clock the words. So they’re magical, or at least, aware of the supernatural. I sigh, “Look, if you’re just gonna reprimand me then we can just–” “No, no, yer gonna wanna hear what I have to say.” “Then say it.” “Feisty, innit?” They audibly click their teeth together. “Alright, well, to introduce myself, people call me Collector.” “Oh... You.” “My reputation precedes me then?” He giggles. “Yeah. What’s your business with me?” “I hear ya got a story. A few, actually,” Collector explains. “Newest one bein’ some real Orpheus and Eurydice shite, I hear.” I hang up and he calls right back. I let it ring twice before sighing and hitting the answer button. I know he doesn’t just take, he trades, but that doesn’t stop the fact he struck a nerve. It’s a wonder he gets any clients with this dogshit business strategy. “Leave me alone,” I bark. “Wait!” He yells through the phone. “Listen, I’m sorry ‘bout it. Really am. It’s tragic, innit?” Collector clicks his teeth together again. “I didn’t call ya to tease. Really.” “Then why?” The question came out shakier than I wanted. I was practically oozing venom. Who gave this bastard the right to talk to me like this and then backpedal. Hell, all I know is his title and his pronouns. I don’t even know who he is. “I got whatcha need.” I inhale sharply. “And what is that?” “You wanna look for yer lover boy, yeah? See where they are in all of the realms? A way to divine ‘im?” “... Y-yeah. Actually.” I take a few deep breaths. I fumble with the day-old braid in my hair to ground myself. This is it. This is my shot, but why would it fall into my lap like this? It just didn’t sit well, but I couldn’t just let it pass me either. “Great,” Collector continues, noticing my baited breath. “I got just that. But business is a face to face affair I reckon. So listen up. Grab a pen n’ paper, or whatever you have to fuckin’ record this. I don’t care.” I quickly scavenge my nightstand like a man possessed. I shove magical artefacts of unknown power and origin aside and onto the floor. I need this. Finally, I find my journal of spells. I don’t even care if it wasn’t made for this purpose. I just have to record this. I have to know. And so I do as told. I transcribe it and even have him repeat it for good measure. “When?” I asked. “Whenever. ‘Fore you do, you’ll have to scrawl a lil symbol on the door. It oughta be in…” He pauses. He pauses for so long, in fact, that I start wondering whether or not he had hung up. Or died. Eventually, he pipes up. “You got a copy of ‘Sigil Magick and How To Annoy The Gods’, yeah?” “Yeah. How’d you know?” “I assumed. Anyhow, page 54. If you have the first edition, then it’s 52. If you have the collector’s edition, 69.” “Thanks. Anything else?” “Yeah. Be ready to impress me.” And he hangs up. “Yeah, definitely not ominous at all,” I mumble. I flop onto the bed, flip phone still in hand. And I stay like that for a while, occasionally letting out loud, dramatic sighs. I even move to put my hands in my face. Before I can even grumble out the rest of my grievances, I fall. I fall deeper and deeper. The dull sunlight hitting my eyelids falls away into nothing. It’s just a void. A sea of nothing but stars. Me and the stars. Millions of stars surrounded by billions of worlds. So small. So alone. It’s cold in the vastness. It always is. Without love, there’s nothing left but a cold eternity. The love of friends and family. When you cannot claim or create happiness in a cruel world, what’s left but that world? I fall deeper and into a memory. Suddenly it’s a tepid day and I’m on that old farmstead. Scarless hands feel the grass and I look over to see them. “Blaidd,” The name rolls off my tongue naturally. In this state, the horrors have yet to touch me- us. Everything’s alright. “Yeah, what’s up, Roeboat?” I roll my eyes at the name. “Tough crowd… How about Roebot?” They ask. “I think Roeboat was cuter,” I shake my head, “Listen… I was thinkin’-” “Dangerous thing for you, y’know?” Blaidd interjects, now laying in the grass. Limbs spread. “Yeah, I know. Don’t wanna strain my brain cells.” “All two of ‘em.” “Yup,” I start joining them in the grass. I turn and stare at them. They were so beautiful. In so many different ways. I loved every part of them, even the parts they thought unlovable. It was an unconditional kind of love. My favourite sort. I blink and continue. This is still a memory and I am forced to play it out as planned. Lest my brain twist it. “Anyway. I wanted to ask you. Do you think this’ll last? Us? This view. This life.” “I dunno. Prolly not, but that’s fine y’know?” “Yeah?” “Yeah,” Blaidd plants a little kiss on my cheek. “Things change, but that doesn’t mean things are gone. Got it? What’s with the existential questioning anyhow?” “I dunno. I guess I just get like that sometimes.” “Pft. Brains are weird,” Blaidd chuckles. “You gotta try livin’ with no thoughts sometime.” “Like you?” I look over at them. The grass only slightly gets in my eye, but that’s alright. I get to look at them and that makes it okay. “Yeah! Ex-act-ly.” I giggle and fall asleep, content And so, I fall up. My flesh begins to sear painlessly again as new scars begin to reform. I am no longer untouched, but rather, in the present again. I rise above the vastness and eventually into consciousness.

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Where am I?

CW: Blood, mentions of suicide, Light body horror

ya boy is still feeling experimental. i'll try and answer any questions yall might have after this weird little ride.

I've never written something so fast

Takes place not long after @damien-mlm 's writing, teehee

The forest was always peaceful at this time. Taking walks quickly became one of Skulk’s favorite hobbies besides the usual people-watching and it was a nice break from his recent bout of over-worrying about everything. Waking up, walking around town, his boys, himself. Always worrying, always paranoid.

Things were getting tense around town and it didn’t take a genius to spot it. Though he’d seen it most with his boys. Things were getting bad, though Skulk found himself amazed by how fast it was tumbling down. Perhaps he was just more experienced with covering his tracks but it felt like every time he checked in they were more and more stressed about every little thing.

Hell, Skulk had even gotten mixed up in one of Bright Eye’s stupid schemes.

It was one of the few moments he wasn’t watching his other lover.

Damon had been acting strange recently and trying to act like no one had noticed. But Skulk barely counted as a person, so maybe he was right. Either way, Skulk had been trying to keep tabs on Red. Watching him leave home and return from work, watching him buy his groceries, and making sure he didn’t do anything too stupid.

He’d even taken to meeting up at Red’s work just to “hang around.”

Though, Red always assured Skulk that he was fine. That he wasn’t going to hurt himself, promising that he was sleeping fine.

Skulk knew the last bit was a lie. Though he never called Red out on it. He trusted that they had no reason to lie to each other.

At least he thought they had no reason.

Skulk was walking through the forest, it was always peaceful around this time. The sun beamed through the branches and down onto Skulk’s face. His normal, human face. He hasn’t touched his mask in weeks except for business. Maybe skulk didn’t need it at this point, besides his paranoia for Red, he’d finally felt ok. Skulk finally felt like he could let loose, pull back the curtains in his mind, and allow a little light inside. It felt nice.

In complete honesty, Skulk hadn’t been entirely in charge of the ride for the past month. Hadn’t really had to. Didn’t even realize it was happening but he hadn’t seen anything the entire time. Not a man in the trees or his room coated in blood. He hadn’t heard his own thoughts for days.

Was this healing? Skulk hoped so.

Skulk was just about to head back into town before he felt his phone vibrate in his pocket. Blueboy!

“Hello, Darlin! I was just about to head home-”

“Skulk, where are you? Red tried to fucking kill himself,” Darrell’s distressed voice shot through Skulk and stole his voice with it. “We’re at the hospital now, but I don’t know if I found him in time, the doctors are doing what they can but Skulk please I need...” Nothing was in focus, there was nothing except Skulk and Darrell’s distant, scared, scattered voice.

It felt like with just those words, the world was too bright. Too loud. Everything buzzing and glowing brightly as though the mime was suddenly trapped under a blinding spotlight and he didn’t know what to do. He couldn’t think of words and just as soon as he’d heard Darrell’s words, nothing else made a sound.

He’d left this back in California.

Nothing except the hum of fluorescent lights and a burning pain in his left hand. Shit, he wasn’t supposed to be back here. His vision was blurred and hued black. He wasn't supposed to be back here.

He’d left this feeling back in California he wasn’t supposed to be feeling this anymore.

He wasn’t supposed to be feeling this he wasn’t he wasn’t he was supposed to be better now why didn’t he feel better anymore where was he?

where am I?

where am I-?

Skulk blinked and he was back. And he wasn’t alone. His hotel room was a mess and a simple glance back to his hands and he knew why. He was trying to find his face. Maybe he’d misplaced it. Tilting his head he wondered why he’d left it.

Securing it back onto the hole in his head he felt back where he was meant to. Taking in a deep breath, he tried to think about the time he missed. Looking now out the window to see it was pitch black outside. His hands felt wet and his cheeks puffy and raw.

He’d been out for a while.

“You really haven’t changed, have you, "Skulk?" You hear one bit of bad news and combust. Honestly thought you learned after what you did to us.”

The voice caught Skulk off guard, he hadn’t heard her in so long. Looking back to his room and felt the sharp pain in his gut once he realized what kind of visit this was.

Sitting on his bed was a headless woman.

Not just any woman.

Skulk couldn’t even remember her name anymore, though he recognized his damage. Her sweater was once a nice blue, though this visit it was stained, almost black. Old blood made a soft squelching sound as she shifted to stand up before Skulk. She didn’t have eyes but Skulk could feel she was staring at him.

“I thought you people would leave me alone by now,” Skulk mumbled, his mouth frowning down at her.

“Why? You’re not better and we’re still with you.” She mused, “You had your chance twice now and you still let your loved ones drop dead around you. Lucky you, you didn’t bring down the knife for once.” The woman laughed, echoing through Skulk’s head as he shook it away.

“What? Who died?” Skulk hummed, his mind blank as he rubbed his face. The woman shrugged, lightly poking Skulk’s chest in an almost playful manner.

“You’re almost thirty, you can’t be having these kinds of memory problems already!”

“But who died? Don’t tease, just tell me-” Skulk huffed.

“The answer is just a call away.” Skulk shook his head, looking away from her as he patted his pockets. He didn’t feel his phone.

“Hey- What happened to my-” Skulk looked back up and she was gone. The room was back to normal. His hands were still wet and with a quick glance down he realized they were wet with blood.

When did I?

Skulk blinked, he couldn’t remember what happened. He couldn’t remember hours. Maybe days.

How long had he been out..?

A hard knock on the door snapped Skulk back, his face shooting towards the door as he quickly ripped off anything wet on him.

“Just a second!” Skulk called out, washing his hands off before grabbing an old band t-shirt and sweatpants he’d stolen from Red’s cabin. Skulk would have to call him when he found his phone again. He didn’t check up on him today and owed a visit.

Another hard knock snapped Skulk back.

Skulk kicked his old clothes into the closet and walked over to open the door. He didn't have time to put on a new pair of gloves.

“Hello?” Skulk asked, tilting his head a bit. He didn’t recognize this man.

“Good evening, I’m Detective Carson. Would you mind riding down to the station with me? I just have a few questions for you.”

“... Can I bring a sweater…?”

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