#he’s gonna die at the end ain’t he? oh well

[shentunans]

#wu xie always be carrying an injured xiao ge on his back #mysterious lotus casebook #fang duobing #li lianhua #li xiangyi #cheng yi #zeng shunxi #dmbj cast #love the fact this drama is airing on cctv8 which means is on tv in China Whoopi #he’s gonna die at the end ain’t he? oh well

[redstarwriting]

his girl | ii. envy me

earth 42!miles morales x fem!reader | miles morales x fem!reader

word count: 2.1k

genre: angst to fluff

warnings: language, insults, spoilers, probably bad spanish, 42 Miles and reader get into a little spat, stubborn 42 Miles, violent 42 Miles, Miles and Miles almost fight twice

a/n: teehee and so it begins 🤭 didn’t expect this to turn into a whole series but i’m not mad. i hope y’all enjoy the storyline i thought up and please, by all means, give me your input! thank you all for the support 🖤 enjoy :)

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Miles, in fact, did not run. He was too taken aback to do anything, even though his body was screaming at him too. And he was too focused on your confused face. You looked exactly like his (Y/n), and it made his heart ache. And that is how other Miles was able to knock him out so fast. And why he just woke up in his Uncle Aaron’s apartment, chained to the punching bag, just like he did to Peter after first meeting him. He hears his uncle's music blaring from his record player. He looks in the direction it’s coming from. His eyes widen as he sees his Uncle Aaron. He’s alive. “Uncle Aaron?”

“Not your tío,” 42 Miles says, and Miles glares at him. “I’m just tryna go home, bro. Why are you doing this? What are you getting from this?”

“You said you’re from a different dimension?”

“Yeah. And?” Miles asks, narrowing his eyes at him. “Why are you here?”

“I told you I was sent here by mistake! I just wanna get back to my world, man. Dad’ll die,” he says, exasperated, and Miles stares at him with a blank expression. “Your dad alive?”

“Yeah, of course, he is,” Miles says, and 42 Miles frowns slightly. “Oh.”

Miles normally would be able to piece together what the disappointment in his voice would mean. But he's a little preoccupied with multiple other thoughts currently to necessarily care to psychoanalyze his own behaviors. He also doesn’t have the chance to see Aaron’s face drop and see the sadness in his eyes. Or the way you immediately look at your Miles to make sure the news didn’t break him. “But he’s gonna die if you keep me here,” Miles explains, and 42 Miles nods. “Yeah. Well, you ain’t leaving.”

“…Please. You have to let me go,” Miles pleads. But 42 Miles just stares at him, unmoved. “Why would I do that?” he asks, placing his gauntlet next to Miles’ head. Miles frowns, placing his finger on the piece of metal linking the chains together, ready to electrocute it and make his escape. The other him stares at him with an unreadable expression, seemingly no emotion behind his eyes, and just as it feels like shit is about to go down, he hears your voice ring out. “Miles. Just let him go.” Both your Miles and 1610 Miles turn their heads to you. It’s the first time 1610 Miles noticed you were in here. “(Y/n)? Bro, why are you letting her around your business?” Miles asks, and 42 Miles shoots a venomous look at him. “She insisted on coming. This is her first time around this shit,” Miles hisses at him. 1610 Miles can’t help but feel a tightening in his chest. He wants nothing more than for you from his world to be here with him. Not even in a romantic way, at least that’s what he’s trying to convince himself. He just misses you. He chased you away, and now he doesn’t even know if he’ll be able to fix it. His thoughts are interrupted when you clear your throat. Both of the boys look back in your direction. You’re on Aaron’s couch, staring at your Miles with such intensity it makes even 1610 Miles lock up. He can only imagine what it’s like being the one on the receiving end of that look. He sees other Miles’ eyes soften in his peripheral vision as he removes his fist from beside Miles’ head. “Mi amor…”

“No. Let him go, there’s no point in keeping him here,” you say, and 42 Miles frowns. “Not one to let people go, (Y/n). You know that.”

“I don’t give a fuck, Morales.”

“Damn, ma! Not even callin’ me Miles now?” Miles asks, an edge to his voice. You frown. “No. Not right now. Let him go, and we’ll see.”

“Why you want me to let him go? Got a crush on him or something?” Miles asks, and you raise your eyebrow. You glance at Miles, then back to your Miles. “Technically, yeah. I do. Unless you’d prefer I break up with both of you right now,” you say back, your voice just as cold as your boyfriend’s. “You tellin’ me you’d rather have this guy? Sayin’ this guy is like me? Estás de broma…” he mutters, and Miles looks between the two of you. “Not to piss you off more, but this guy is still technically you,” Miles says, and 42 Miles glares at him. “Cállate. No one was talking to you.”

“Man, why do you hate me so much?! I’m you!” Miles says, exasperated. He just doesn’t understand why this version of him is so hostile to him. They’re basically the same! Except Miles is a superhero and other Miles is a supervillain, but they still both have super in the title so how different can they really be? “Is this a call for help or–”

Miles gets cut off but 42 Miles punching the punching bag, right by Miles’ head. Enough force is exuded that the sand from the bag flies out, starting to pour down the side of it. His eyes widen, and you gasp. Even Aaron reacts a bit to it. But maybe it’s just because someone who looks exactly like his nephew is on the receiving end of it this time. This time. “Miles!” you yell, standing up. “What?!”

“What do you think you’re doing?!”

“What I gotta do! You don’t get it, (Y/n)! This is the job!” Miles yells, and you roll your eyes. “Oh, please, Miles. This is the job? He’s you! Wouldn’t you be trying to get home if you knew you could save your dad?!” you yell, and he glares at you. “(Y/n). Don’t.”

“You know you would be,” you walk over to him, placing your hands on his cheeks. He subconsciously relaxes, but only slightly. You sigh. “You don’t have to be such a hardass all the time, amor,” you mumble, and he shakes his head. “No comprendes, amor… I have to be this way. Or else— “

“Miles, he’s not a part of the cartel. He’s not gonna tell anyone here that you let him go… he’s not even from here. It’s okay for you to think with your heart instead of your head just this once,” you say, and he huffs. “Nah. I stopped thinkin’ with my heart a long time ago,” he says, and a hurt expression crosses your face. “Then what am I? A calculated move for you to use as an adavantage when you need it?” you ask, venom in your words. “No, (Y/n), don’t be estúpida. You’re mi vida, but him? How I know he ain’t just some experiment they made? To get to me?” Miles asks, looking at you with a skeptical look. You sigh. “Dude! I don’t even know what you’re talking about! I have spider powers, is that a thing anyone else here has?!”

“No.”

“Exactly! Why would whoever you’re talking about make a carbon copy of you with enhanced biology just to use me for this?!” Miles asks, and you shrug. “He’s got a point, Miles,” you say, and 42 Miles looks at you again. “Thank you, (Y/n),” 1610 Miles says, and 42 Miles rolls his eyes. “(Y/n) you have to understand that I can’t take no chances. You know that the cartel will go after—”

“I know. I know, Miles, but I really don’t think that—”

“You don’t know that (Y/n). You don’t know them like I do,” Miles says, and you sigh. “Miles. Mi amor. Mi vida. Mi sol, listen to me. If he wanted you dead, he would have done it by now,” you try to get through to him. He glances back at Miles, and Miles can literally see the distrust and paranoia in his expression.

He must have been through so much shit. This is a world with no Spider-Man after all. And all this mention of a cartel? No wonder Miles turned to the Prowler. It’s similar to Aaron in his world, he thinks. He thought that he had nowhere else to turn, so he turned to crime. But deep down, he can’t be that bad. Right…?

“Amor, I need to be cautious. I just have to ask him some questions before… letting him go,” he mumbles, glancing at Aaron. Aaron nods. 1610 Miles gets the feeling they’re not planning on letting him go. You must get that feeling too, because you shake your head, pulling your hands away from Miles’ face. “I can’t believe you right now,” you say, and he frowns. “(Y/n), please just try to understand—”

“No, Miles! I’m done trying to understand you when you never try to understand me!” you yell, and he clenches his jaw. “What do you mean by that, huh?” he asks, and you scoff. “I just. I need to leave. Before I do something I regret.”

“Like what, huh? Break up with me? Fight with me? Actually understand where I’m coming from for once?” Aaron cringes at that. You’re probably the most understanding person in his life other than him. That wasn’t the right choice of words. And you let him know it. “FOR ONCE?! Miles! Oh my god! Are you serious right now?! How many times have you tried to understand me?! I lost people too, you know! And I’m not out here—”

“Do you think I want to do this, (Y/n)?! Be fuckin’ for rea! I do this for you!” he yells back, and you shake your head, frustrated to the point of tears. “I never asked you to do this!”

“You didn’t need to because I love you enough to want to without you asking me to! You need it, Mamá needs it, everyone needs it, and I can provide it for all of you!” You angrily wipe a tear away, trying desperately to keep the rest of them contained. Miles softens. “Amor, no necesitas llorar—”

“Stop, Miles. Just… just stop. I need some air, don’t follow me,” you turn, hurrying to Aaron’s door. Miles steps forward to go after you, but Aaron puts a hand on his shoulder, shaking his head. “Nah, man. Give her some space. She’ll come around,” Aaron says, and Miles clenches his fists. As soon as he sees you slip out of the door, closing it behind you, he turns to Miles. “This is your fault,” he says, pointing at him. “Miles,” Aaron says, crossing his arms. While he is also weary of this new Miles, his Miles isn’t thinking rationally right now. Then again, he is only 15. That’s why Aaron is here, sometimes he needs some assistance. “Why you lookin’ at me like that?” Aaron asks the other Miles. Miles hadn’t even realized he’d been staring. He shakes his head. “Nothing… nothing. Just… good to see you. Haven’t in a while,” he mumbles, and Aaron raises his eyebrow. That could mean a few things. Best not to dwell on it, though. 

“Who are you, really?” 42 Miles asks, and 1610 Miles groans. “I’m you, dude! Why is that so hard to understand?! I’m not a part of a cartel or anything I just want to get home!” Miles is frustrated. Seeing the world they live in from Aaron’s window, he gets why Miles is so… paranoid. But honestly, how long can he keep this uncertainty up? “Explain how you got here. And don’t just say ‘by mistake,’ alright?” Miles says, showing the claws on his gauntlets. Miles rolls his eyes. “I’m Spider-Man, right? And there’s tons of different Spider-Mans… men? Not important, there’s other me’s! And Spider-Women, Spider-People in a bunch of different dimensions, one of them, Miguel, figured out how to travel dimensions and we all met each other… except I wasn’t supposed to meet them because the spider that made me Spider-Man actually came from this world so someone here was supposed to get bit and I wasn't supposed to exist like this, but—”

“Wait… you sayin’ my world ain’t supposed to be like this…?” Miles asks, and Miles nods. “Yes. The people at Alchemax on my world built a collider and had the spider come to my world and it got out and—”

“You’re the reason for this?” Miles looks at himself, who is not even angrier. “I… n-no, but yes, I—” Miles gets cut off by a gauntlet getting placed way too close to his head again. What he doesn’t know is 42 Miles just put together everything in his head. This Miles was Spider-Man. And his dad was still alive because of it. If that were the case for him, maybe his dad wouldn’t have died. Maybe he wouldn’t have been like this. 

He could have had everything that was taken from him. 

“That’s enough talking, cabrón,” he growls, ready to escalate things yet again. Miles gets ready to break out of his restraints again, and Aaron gets ready to help Miles out. Then, over the music, they hear a scream.

A scream that undoubtedly belongs to you.

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[jyoongim]

You know how theres been so many fics of what if reader was one of Al's victims and they meet in hell?

Well I kind of want to request something like that? but like the part where the murder happens??

I wanna see human!Alastor all out of breath still smiling going "oh wow you really gave me quite a chase, dear" when he finally corners you. Him with blood staining his cheek looking down at you as he finally managed to get you in the trunk of his car and giving us that oh so sexy "Lovely." in a deeper slower voice hajdjs I AM MASOCHIST OKAY

maybe reader can be like "go to hell bitch" with her dying breath and Al's just like "gladly! i'll see u there!" and they do meet heidnsja

You groaned as you propped yourself up against a fallen tree.Your body was screaming in pain, you were covered in small cuts and scraps from running through the woods. You winced as pain shot through your system. You looked down to pull your hand away from the bleeding wound.

Fuck

You weren’t gonna survive this.

 You knew it. 

Could feel it.

It made you laugh. 

You heard a stick snap and whipped your head to see a dark figure walking towards you. You let out a breathless laugh, adrenaline finally coming down “damn bastard…”

Standing before you was the boogeyman himself.

Alastor.

He was leaned over, hands on knees as he panted, probably from running after you.

He chuckled, looking up at you over his blood-splattered glasses.

”I must admit I hadn’t expected you to run into the woods…a mistake on my part honestly…but you sent me on quite a chase darlin’ ” He was crouched in front of you, a smug smile on his face.

 He was splattered in blood.  

Your blood.

You grimaced, scrunching your nose at him. “You couldn’t just let me die in peace could you” 

His smile curled as he pulled out some rope,  oh how he loved that fire of yours.

”I’m afraid not my dear”

You didn’t have the energy to fight him as he tied you up, hissing at him as he heaved over his shoulder, deciding that you throwing insults at him would satisfy you.

”You are an egotistical self-absorbed piece of shit!”

”You think you’re so good huh? Killin folks and thinking no one knows…You ain’t as good as you think Alastor”

He hummed as he tracked back, listening to you hiss and curse at him.

”You’ll get caught mark my words! You like attention too much to keep your crimes under wraps. I never took you to be sloppy but what else is there to expect?”

He dropped you into the trunk of his car, leaning over you mockingly as you gasped trying to take in as much air as you fought the drowsiness that wanted to overcome you.

”Lovely” he brawled out tucking a strand of hair being your ear.

Even in your last moments, you fought him.

”I hope you burn in the hottest pit in Hell asshole” you muttered as your eyes closed, finally submitting to your wounds.

Alastor smiled as your body went limp “Ill gladly see you in Hell ma cherie”

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The gang watched in shock as a woman walked up to Alastor with a knife to his throat.

Alastor grin stretched across his face at the sight of you

”Why what a pleasure to see you again my dear” He leered down at your angry form “Miss me?‘

“You fucking asshole!” You hissed pressing the knife into his neck

”You might of killed me alive but ill be the one to end your afterlife” He laughed, taking your hand with the knife and lowering it. 

“Ill love to see you try darlin’ ”

#hazbin hotel #hazbin alastor #alastor #alastor the radio demon #alastor x reader #hazbin hotel fanfiction #jyoongim #alastor x y/n #alastor hazbin hotel #human alastor

[spacequokka]

About Time

Pairing: Changkyun x Reader Genre: Angst, Smut Rating: M Summary: You broke the number rule of fuck buddies and ghosted him. You think you don’t have to answer for that? Word Count: 3.5k Warnings: mentions of drinking, fingering, public unprotected vaginal sex, hair pulling, biting, creampie

Arrow: Gold > Friends (with benefits!) to Lovers AU

Thanks to everyone in @kvanity-main​ who patiently put up with my 99 questions and requests. Extra thanks to @jinsquishes​ for the beautiful banner. I recommend nvrmnd, Die for You, God Damn, and Horizon for this. Happy Valentine’s Day my lovelies!

One would assume a dark, crowded club would be the best place to avoid someone you’re ghosting. How could you ever hope to find anyone through all the bodies and smoke? Now add the fact that the person you’re avoiding hates places like this, and it should be perfect. Right?

Wrong.

Because across the fucking room with a red solo cup in one hand and a vape in the other was none other than the last person you planned to see tonight. You fully expected to see the Easter Bunny before Changkyun’s molten stare. A sharp elbow to your side yanked you out of the mental sinkhole you fell into the second your eyes met his.

“What the fuck are you staring at—” Vita followed your line of sight and gasped dramatically. “Ain’t no way. I thought he hated clubs. What the fuck is he doing here?”

You sputtered something that could’ve been a response in baby talk, mind thoroughly fucked as you scrambled to get your shit together. Quickly tossing back the rest of your drink, you looked around, frantically searching for the nearest exit. You’d even jump out of a third-story window at this moment.

“I’ve gotta get the fuck out of here.” You threw your cup away. “I can’t be here.”

“Wait, what?” She pulled on your arm. “No! Don’t leave me! You swore you’d hang out with me tonight.”

“Well, that was before Korean John Wick popped up looking like he’s gonna take me out with a pencil.” You looked at her, eyes pleading for understanding. “What if he comes over? He’s gonna ask why I’m not answering his calls and texts. What the fuck am I gonna say to him?”

Her grip tightened. “Be honest with him! Just flat out say you caught feelings and the situation doesn’t vibe for you anymore. I’m pretty sure he’d appreciate you being upfront with him instead of pulling this hide-and-go-seek shit.”

“Oh, fuck you, smart ass. You dodged Taehyung for weeks before you nutted up and told him the truth.”

Shock flashed in her eyes before she let go. “Wow. Digging deep in the past, ain’t you? At least I fucking told him.”

“Right.” You looked back at Changkyun. The cup and vape were gone, but his eyes were still on you as he watched with curiosity. “So I have at least another week or two before you can talk shit. God, he looks like he’s gonna come over. If he does…”

“Jesus, _____, just spit the words out and be done with it.” She crossed her arms. “It’s better than dragging this out any longer. Trust me. What’s he gonna do? Dump you? You’re not dating. At the most, he’ll agree it won’t work and walk away. He isn’t the type to make a scene.”

As if to piss on her logic, Changkyun pushed away from the wall and headed in your direction, snaking through people without taking his eyes off you. Pure fear made your heart stutter as you grabbed her shoulders.

“Yeah, right. Tell him that, will you? I’m getting the fuck out of here.” You darted to the side. Stupid fucking heels and stupid fucking drinks made it hard to coordinate your limbs in a way that put as much space between you and the quiet storm behind you as fast as you could. Sure, it was a cowardly thing to do, but you weren’t in any shape to have a decent conversation with him. An honest one. One that formally put an end to the nights that bled into mornings where he’d cuddle you as the sun rose. To the moments you cherished while confusing you.

Not yet. You needed more time. Just a little more time.

Your eyes stung as you pushed your way through to the nearest glowing green ceiling sign. You just wanted out, away. Anything but face the truth, the inevitable hurt. The chilly night air was refreshing on your heated face when you stepped out the door. The panic softened just enough for your head to clear. Okay, you were in an alley. You just needed to figure out which way the street was so you could get a Lyft and—

The door opened behind you. Panic shot through you like shards of ice as you looked over your shoulder in horror and watched Changkyun step out. Time crawled to a stop as he adjusted his black leather jacket, pulling on the collar of his matching silk shirt. “Are you done running from me?”

Your mouth opened and closed as each train of thought derailed before making it to your lips. Running? In which sense? You turned around to face him, intent on saying something but ultimately failing because what the fuck should you say?

The longer he waited for you to speak, the more intense his stare got. “You realize the whole point of being fuck buddies is to actually fuck, right?” He pulled the door shut behind him then put his hands into his pocket, and cocked his head to the side. “And I’m not sure if you noticed, but uh, we haven’t fucked since—what—three weeks ago?”

“Something more like two and a half.” You mumbled.

His eyebrows rose. “Oh, so she does remember how to communicate.” He looked away and nodded, tongue poking the inside of his cheek. “Since I’m not worth the effort of a call or text, I won’t waste your time. Just tell me why we’re not fucking anymore and I’ll be on my way.” He gestured at you with his hand in his coat pocket. “Go on. Is it someone else?”

There was something in the way his frown and grouchy words didn’t match the flicker of uncertainty in his eyes. Though it was brief, for a second you saw the Changkyun you wished you could be with all the time. The one who was emotionally available. “N-no. I haven’t…no one but you, Kyun.”

Confusion creased his brow even more. “So, then what is it? I give it to you good, right? I mean, the way you can’t even get out of bed after—”

“It’s not that. I promise.” You bit your lip and looked at your feet. “Please, Kyun. It’s hella stupid. I just…” You couldn’t bring yourself to say it. He was expecting some grand, logical reason when in reality it was so fucking…simple.

“What is it?” He prodded. His gaze dragged over your body before he looked away and changed his stance. “Jeez, you don’t have to overthink everything. Just spit it out.” He closed his eyes, swallowed, and lowered his voice. “Just say it.”

Maybe it was the sudden softness in his words that made your chest tighter as your throat and eyes burned. Right. Just say it. Let go and move on. You took a deep, shuddering breath. “I-I can’t do this anymore.”

His face tightened for a second as if he’d flinched from pain. For a solid minute, neither of you said a word, listening to the ambiance around you. The cars passing by on the street. The muffled bass of the music inside the club. The hum of electricity from the flickering streetlight nearby. Just when you thought you couldn’t take another moment of silence, he asked, “Why? Did I do something wrong?”

“No!” You reached out and nearly touched him before thinking better of it. “No. It’s me. My mistake. I—” You swallowed and looked around the dimly lit alley as if the words you needed to say would jump out and save your ass. How could you tell him the truth without ripping your heart out in the process? You hugged yourself and shut your eyes, willing the unshed tears to back the fuck off. You could cry it out later. Not here. Not in front of him. He’d told you plenty of times tears did nothing for him. “Fuck. When we started this, we both agreed to keep it casual. No feelings.”

He inhaled sharply and took a step forward. The crunch of the ground under his shoes made your eyes snap open. A mistake. His eyes widened upon seeing the tears lining yours. “Baby—”

You shook your head and hugged yourself tighter. “A-at first, that worked for me, Kyun. I swear it did. Sex with you is the greatest thing I’ve ever experienced so far in life. You’re amazing, so please don’t question that. But, as we got to know each other more, things got…complicated.”

“Really. Complicated, how?” He took another step closer and you took one back. “What complication justifies shutting me out?”

Your body sagged as your chest tightened to the point of pain. “Please, don’t make me say it.”

“I deserve to know the truth, don’t I? I’ve spent more time in the past six months in bed with you than I have on my own. I got to the point where I’m not used to waking up alone.” He licked his lips and exhaled hard. “Like, I get that fuck buddies aren’t as close as we are. Maybe friends with benefits doesn’t cover it either. Whatever it is, it’s good, right?”

You hated how your heart colored his words with hope and yearning. This wasn’t the same guy who swore to you he couldn’t do relationships. That you’d never catch him doing lovey-dovey couple stuff. That wasn’t him. Commitment wasn’t in his skillset. “For you.” You bit out after a gulp of air. “It’s good for you. I-I can’t separate the physical from the emotional stuff.” You looked at him through tears. “I tried so hard to keep it casual. I reminded myself over and over that you can’t give me lo—more. But you confused me! Insisting I stay each night, waking up with you. Telling me I’m beautiful and insisting we hang out for fun. How was I supposed to keep my heart out of it?”

His expression went blank, completely clueless as he stared at you. “What?”

“God, Kyun. For someone who says otherwise, you do the boyfriend thing really well.” You dried your face by dabbing at it with your coat sleeve. “For a minute, you had me imagining what it’d be like. And once I got to that point, I knew I couldn’t go on with this anymore. It hurts like hell to want someone in a way they’ll never want you.”

Changkyun blinked a few times before understanding dawned on his pretty face. “Oh.” He got a distant look in his eyes, looking down the alley at the street. “So…you caught feelings for me?”

Your arms dropped to your sides. The gut punch wasn’t as painful as you thought it’d be, but it still hurt. “I know I should’ve talked to you. I just…didn’t know what to say or how to say it.”

He bit his bottom lip and nodded then took a step towards you. You automatically took a step back so he took another. And another. And another. Your back collided with the wall of the building behind you and before you knew it, he was pressed against you, chest to chest, and looking into your eyes with an expression you’d never seen on his face before. Worse of all, it made your stomach turn with excitement in a way that only he ever could incite. His fingertips caressed your cheek before they traced down to your neck.

“Say it again,” his voice was low and warm like coffee on your tongue, “tell me what you imagined being with me was like.”

You sucked in cold air noticing how the tip of your nose was getting numb. “I—this isn’t a joke, Kyun!” You pushed at his chest. “I’m being serious—”

His fingers curled around the back of your neck and gently squeezed. “And so am I. I wanna hear it.” He pulled you close until your foreheads touched then gently rubbed his nose against yours. “You made me go weeks without hearing your voice or seeing your face over this. So, give it all to me. Every single thought. Make the pain worth it.”

Your heart skipped a beat. You swallowed hard and looked into his eyes. “I told you. It’s dumb. I just pictured stupid couple stuff like taking selfies, holding hands in front of your friends, or cuddling on a rainy day.”

He hummed as his fingertips caught the hem of your skirt. “I admit, that does sound like stupid couple stuff.” You scoffed and tried to pull away, so he quickly followed with, “But I’d do them with you if you really wanted to. At this point, there isn’t much I wouldn’t do with you. For you. To you.”

“What?” You searched his eyes, mind reeling as his words echoed in your head.

“Let me make a little confession of my own.” His free hand gripped your jaw between his thumb and index finger as the other splayed across your thigh. “Since I last saw you, I haven’t been out much. Maybe to the store. At first I thought maybe you were just busy. But then Jooheon would tell me he saw you out with your friend and each time I wondered if it was me. Maybe you were avoiding me.” He pulled your leg up on his hip. “At first, I told myself I didn’t care. That you’d get over whatever the fuck you were going through and come back when you were ready. But you never did.”

You gasped as his hand wandered between your bodies and toyed with the edge of your panties. “Kyun—”

“No, no. Shh. Listen to me. I need you to know how hard it was to stay away and give you space, baby. No one else touches this dick but you.” It was hard to focus on his words when his fingers started to stroke your clit through the sheer fabric. “I don’t even get hard at the thought of fucking anyone but you. That whole time you were gone? It was just me and my hand.” His lips brushed against yours, but he didn’t kiss you and smiled when you started to chase his mouth. “Just like you, hm? What did you use?”

His fingers pushed your panties aside and cupped your pussy, middle finger pressing between your folds. “My toys—oh, god—and fingers.” Your breath hitched as he dipped his finger inside.

He moved his hand from your chin to the wall. “Did they feel good? Better than me?” You shook your head and he bit his lip, rewarding your honesty with the rest of his finger buried to the hilt. “You look so fucking hot right now. This skirt. This top.” He leaned in and nipped at your neck, soothing the skin with a lick as he worked his finger in and out. “I saw you as soon as I walked in. Wanted you right then. Needed you…”

His words were smoke in your head, creating a dense fog of him that made you burn from the inside out. Your hips rolled on his hand, pace increasing when he added another finger. You were vaguely aware of how fucked out and needy you sounded as he pulled moans from you with just his hand. His lips caught yours and ended with a playful bite as he pulled his hand away.

“As needy as the last time we did this, huh?” He groaned in your ear, low and husky as he fumbled with his pants. You couldn’t even respond, too focused on helping him work the belt buckle and zipper. The second his dick was free, he pushed his pants down to his thighs and reached for yours. “Get up here.”

One leg went around his waist, and with a hop, so was the other. You put your arms around his neck. Using the wall for leverage, he gave you sloppy, frantic kisses as he held you up by your thighs, feeling around with the head of his dick for your entrance. You squealed when it pressed into your clit and he chuckled into your mouth as he angled his hips just right and—

“Say it, baby.” He hissed as he pushed in slowly. “Tell me again why you ghosted me.” You tightened your grip, nails digging into the sleeves of your coat, as his dick stretched you with an ache you missed. When it felt like it’d never stop, he was fully seated inside and twitching every time you clenched. “Say it.”

“B-because I fell for you.” You whimpered when he pulled back then snapped his hips once. A warning. “Ah! Fuck, Kyun.”

“I wanna hear you say it.”

You squeezed your eyes shut and hid your face. “I love you. I did it because I love you and I thought you wouldn’t feel the same.”

“Fucking finally.” He brushed a kiss to the side of your face and adjusted his grip on your thighs. “About time you came around, baby.” With another snap of his hips, he set a steady pace that he’d occasionally interrupt by grinding his pelvis against your clit, determined to get you both there as quickly as possible. “Need you to cum with me. Missed you so much. I hate waking up without you next to me. Need you th—Ah, fuck. So tight.”

Your fingertips caught the ends of his hair and you pulled on it. In response his strokes grew longer, deeper as he let you drop onto his length with a clap of skin. Every time he moved, sparks danced up your spine and through your limbs. “Oh, fuck!”

“It’s been so long, baby. Just a—just a little longer. I’m almost there.” He nudged your head back and kissed you hard, a clash of lips and tongue as he swallowed your moans while feeding you his own. You were vaguely aware of how the bricks dug into your back and hips, too lost in the pleasure you were drowning in. How had you stayed away from him for so long when he could do shit like this to you? You were crumbling to pieces in his arms, on his dick, and for once it didn’t scare you shitless. You could trust him to put you back together. You held his face and kissed him harder, trying to match his intensity. When he caught your tongue and sucked on it, you fell apart. You came hard, convulsing in his arms as he leaned back and switched to quick strokes, moaning your name as he reached his high. “Oh, shit. Fuck, baby, fuck. I love you. I love you so fucking much.”

He leaned against you with a whimper as his body rode the wave, pressing up into you as he stuffed your pussy with cum. Your lips met after a few misses and you laughed through a kiss. The kiss slowly turned to light pecks between shy smiles as he rubbed your thighs. “My back is gonna be so sore in the morning.”

He snorted and kissed you once more before helping you down onto your shaky feet. “That’s not the only thing that’ll be sore. The night is young.”

You playfully swatted his arm as you fixed your panties and skirt. “Ugh. My panties are wet and sticky.”

His arm came around your waist and pulled you against him. “My car’s not that far. We could go back to my place.”

The thought of leaving with him reminded you of what he’d said not too long ago. “…Did you mean it? Or was that just heat of the moment talk?”

He looked into your eyes. “I’ve been in love with you since the first night you stayed over.”

“What?! Kyun, that was like the first month into this. There’s no way—” He cut you off with a kiss, this one sweet and tender as if he’d break you with his lips.

“I didn’t say anything because I remembered the rules. It seemed like you were okay with the way things were so I was okay with it. As long as I knew I was the only one you went to, I could live like that.” He looked into your eyes as his thumb brushed over your bottom lip before brushing over your hair. “Then suddenly you were gone without an explanation why…and I realized I didn’t want to let you go. Not without a good reason. So, yeah. I meant it. And just in case you don’t believe me, I love you. And I’d love you even without the sex. My heart is yours…so take care of it.” He gave you a shy yet bratty pout.

You blinked and fanned your face, turning away so he couldn’t see. “I’ll do my best. Um, so to your place?”

He threaded your fingers together. “Yup.” He pulled you along towards the street. “We can take a shower, drink some water, then work on getting another noise complaint from my neighbors.”

“What are you gonna do when your landlord finally kicks your ass out?”

He looked at you and smiled. “Look for a place to share with you.”

#kcupid #kvanity #thekpopuniverse #mxnetwork #monsta x smut #monsta x angst #changkyun x reader #changkyun x you #changkyun smut #changkyun angst #i.m x reader #i.m x you #i.m smut #i.m angst #monsta x scenarios #monsta x imagines #kpop fanfic #kpop smut #hbd kyun <3 #happy valentine's day

[hashtagcaneven]

Kuro's Advice for Awesome Fight Scenes

So I heard you want to write a cool fight scene. Rock on.

Running into some trouble though? No sweat, I got you covered.

I compiled this list of 8 Rules I personally use for Kickass Action Scenes for a Discord group of writers and thought it might be useful for others as well.

Rule #1 Fight scenes MUST tell an emotional story.

A fight is just an argument but with physical violence instead of words. Just like how in a musical people talk until the energy and emotion goes so high they burst into song and then when that keeps building, they all start dancing. Same concept. People argue and disagree until the emotion is so high they start throwing hands.

Fights act like any other scene where it starts with one emotion and ends with another. Emotion should flow through each move. They should ebb and flow from start to finish, raising and lowering tension to keep a reader engaged and guessing over who is going to win.

This is the bedrock of fight scenes. No amount of “rule of cool” is going to save the scene if there is no emotional heart beating through it.

Rule #2 You need personal stakes

Goes kit and parcel with Rule #1. Your POV characters have to have something on the line to tell an emotional story.

What happens if they lose? What happens if they WIN?

Go beyond JUST “oh if they lose, they die”. What happens to the character’s world if they lose. What will happen to the ones they love when they’re gone? What are the TRUE long term consequences for failure?

Even if it's a friendly (ie non lethal) competition scene, what are those stakes? Bragging rights for a proud character? Or perhaps taking their opponent down a peg?

Avoid vague generalized stakes and find what makes it personal. A knight may fight for his king and country but he also does it because he has his pride as a knight on the line if he walks away or loses.

Rule #3 Pacing is key

Action is fast paced in real life. It should be so in writing.

I personally think of my fight scenes as if they were a movie/show/play fight scene. Partly because that’s my own personal experience and partly because it helps me with pacing, especially with multiple POV characters.

Don’t spend too long on one action. Keep it flowing but have moments of pause. Real fights have moments where someone needs to pick themselves back up or two opponents need to steady themselves for the next round of assault. Use those moments to dig into the introspection of the POV. Your reader is also gonna need a breather from time to time.

With multiple POVs, I flip through them like I’m switching shots on film. We cut away from one thing to see what another character is up to in the flow of things. I flip the camera at moments of triumph or tension to keep building that emotion.

Rule #4 Let your heroes take some hits

Show off those stakes by letting your big bad character get his ass kicked a little bit.

Let ‘em get knocked around a bit to build that tension within a reader. Make them wonder how they’ll pull this off.

Superman fights are so easy to be boring because he’s basically invincible. We all yawn because we know he’s gonna win. Then along comes someone with kryptonite and suddenly it's Superman getting the beat down. Now we’re emotionally engaged because how is he going to get out of this one?

Show their competency in a fight by how well they can take big, painful hurts and keep going anyway. Show it in how they fight back or stay standing, despite the effort.

And don’t be afraid to let your heroes lose a few times. It makes their eventual victory sweeter.

Rule #5 Be clear and concise with your descriptions

Now ain’t the time to pull out your best Tolkien describing a meal impressions.

Action is fast. There are a ton of moving parts which can be severely complex and hard to follow. You want to avoid this confusion at all costs.

Use clear, specific language so the reader can visualize what is happening in their head and not get lost. Once they get lost, they will get frustrated and disengage.

Ditch the heavy metaphors. Let the movement speak for itself as the allegory. If you want to sprinkle in some flowery language, do so separate from the actual action happening in a fight.

Rule #6 Learn the basics of movement

You don’t need to know how to swing a sword with proper technique to write a sword fight (though, let’s be real, it helps). As long as you understand the fundamentals of how the weapon moves, you can write a good sword fight.

Because what makes a fight good is the EMOTION in the fight. Not just the fancy flourishes.

However, if you go too crazy and it becomes unrealistic, your readers can easily disengage.

So you don’t need to know the difference between a riposte and an ochs stance. You just need to know that arms don’t swing that way. You need to know if someone gets pushed, it can throw them off balance.

Learn the basics of human movement, and if there are weapons involved, learn at least the basics because if I see one more person say they’re wielding a longsword like it’s a small sword, you people will kill me inside even more.

Rule #7 Every action has a consequence

When someone attacks, someone has to defend (or get hit). But when someone moves their body one way, it can open them up to a counterattack.

If I lunge too far forward and overextend, I’ve left myself open for attack. If an opponent turns around, their back is now my next best target.

Pay attention to how your characters are moving. Are they opening themselves up for easy counterattacks when you don’t want them to? 

Thinking about what opening a move gives their opponent can help you write your fight scenes, as it will lead to a natural flow and chain of events.

Rule #8 Don’t be afraid to add sound

Fights are vocal. People grunt and groan and shout when they’re hit. They also make noise when they attack. The more wrapped in emotion, the louder and noisier people tend to get as they get lost in it.

During those moments of pause you add from Rule #3 is a great moment for characters to continue the verbal part of their argument

 If one character temporarily overpowers the other, let them brag. If one character gets punched in the mouth, describe the sound of the blood they spit on the ground. 

Just, for the love of the gods, don’t go all Marvel and be quip central. Don’t undercut your own tension and emotion for a quick laugh or to sound cool.

Some examples of great fights:

#go forth and conquer friends #writing fight scenes #kuro writes #writing #writers on tumblr #fight scenes #story telling #action scenes #writing tips #writing advice #Youtube

[via-the-cryptid]

one of you, I don’t remember who but if it was you then here you go, mentioned Ellie befriending Ace. it took me a minute to realise that you probably meant the psychic little girl and not the pirate, but… now that I think about it, that’s actually a really good idea.

first off, I’m going to start by saying that I barely remember anything about Ace except hat she was super psychic, scared the Joker shitless once (good for her), and I think ended up dying as a result of her powers overloading her brain. I also remember Batman stayed with her until she died, but past that, nothing! so if my interpretation of her is off, well, that ain’t Via’s problem.

picture this: Ellie, approximately 14 in physical terms, only been alive for like a year or two. it’s post-Portal Incident II: The Reckoning, so her body is stabilized but her powers are going bat-crazy. she’s alone in an unfamiliar city with far too many restless spirits, being chased by actual supervillains, and she’s scared. maybe she ducks into an alley or hides in an abandoned building, and maybe one of those spirits was watching.

it’s been a long time since anything has caught Ace’s attention in the mortal realm. she likes to check in from time to time, see what’s happening as the world moves on without her, but it’s useless to linger over what she can’t affect. in the end, it only ever makes her miserable.

but sometimes, she can’t help but watch. sometimes, like today, she sees another little girl in trouble. she thinks, ‘she’s like me’, and she needs to know that this girl makes it through the night. even if she doesn’t, Ace still has enough power in death to show her a good dream before another ghost is added to Gotham’s countless number of lost souls. she follows the girl into the building, watches as she curls up in the corner, out of sight and barely there.

and then she looks straight at Ace.

“Did you want something?” Ellie asks, and she doesn’t break eye contact with the spirit floating in the doorway, even as her eyes go wide. “If you have unfinished business, I might be able to help, y’know, so long as you’re not trying to cause trouble.”

“You can see me.”

“Sure can. Kinda hard not to, your outfit’s pretty distinct.”

It’s the outfit she died in. Ace doesn’t really want to wear it anymore, not when she’s so far removed from that era of her life, but it isn’t like she knows how to.

“So,” Ellie says, “what’s your deal? Are you just here to watch it are you picking a fight? ‘Cause I’ll warn you, I don’t know how to play poker and everyone else so far has refused to reach me.”

Ace blinks. “I’m not here to fight with you.”

“Okay, cool. Are you… here to fight someone else?”

“No. I was watching you.”

“Well, that’s a bit unsettling.”

“You were alone, and you looked cold. I had to make sure you weren’t going to die in here.”

“Again?” Mutters Ellie, and Ace’s expression snaps from intrigued to guarded in less than a second.

“What does that mean?” She asks, glaring right at Ellie, and the other girl grimaces.

“Did not mean to say that one out loud. Okay, so hi, I’m Ellie, and basically I’m dead—”

“What? No, you’re not. I would be able to tell if you were dead.”

“Half-dead, then. I was a clone OFA guy who was half human and half ghost, ‘cept I was falling apart, so I decided to fix it by doing the same thing he did to become half-ghost, and I ended up standing inside a portal to the Ghost Zone while it was opening. Make sense so far?”

Ace’s jaw is dropping, but she can’t seem to find it in herself to care. “Half-dead.”

“Oh, we’re still stuck on that, then. Basically, if you— actually never mind, I don’t really know how it works. I can turn from ghost to human, if that helps.”

“How?” Ace whispers. “You said you were… falling apart. And a clone. And half-dead.”

“Well, now I’ve got two out of those three, since I fixed the first problem. Do you want to maybe sit down or something? This is gonna be a long story if you want the whole thing.”

Yes, she absolutely does. Ace float across the room and settles in next to Ellie, folding her knees up to copy the other girl’s pose. “My name is Ace.”

“Nice to meet you, Ace. I’m Ellie. Wait, I think I said that already.”

Somewhere on the other side of Crime Alley, unknowing of the two girls hidden away in a long-forgotten corner, Edward Nygma slams his head down on the desk as he once again fails to pinpoint the location of the mysterious white-haired girl.

#dani phantom #danielle phantom #danny phantom #dc comics #ellie phantom #ace batman #dp x dc #dp x dc crossover #edward nygma #the riddler #Gotham Ghost AU

[devilsrecreation]

I just thought of this:

So I’m thinking in my crackfic, after Jasiri and Kenge come back from Oz (as in wake up from a dream) and she’s telling everyone about it, Janja jokingly says “Next time, I’m goin’ to a fantasy world”, hinting at a joke sequel crackfic which I’ll never make.

And now I give you…..Janja in Wonderland

Janja follows what he swears is Ushari’s ghost down a hole or an Aardvark den into a strange new world where everyone seems to be crazy

The cast:

Janja as Alice

Ushari as the White Rabbit (ghost snake)

Sumu plays the role of the Doorknob but instead is the gatekeeper

Cheezi and Chungu as Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum

Mzingo and his Parliament as the Flowers

Shupavu and Njano as the Cheshire Cat (skinks)

Kenge as the Caterpillar

Reirei as the Mad Hatter

Kiburi as the March Hare

Goigoi is that little door mouse inside the teacup cuz he’s so sleepy

Zira as the Queen of Hearts

Scar as the King of Hearts

The rest of the Outlanders as cards

Azaad gets the role of the Dodo, with the Night Pride participating in the Caucus Race

Extra notes:

-Janja’s the self aware one this time. He recognizes all of his friends but decides to play along for the hell of it

-Wema and Tunu play the role of Dinah (Alice’s cat), who follow Janja until he falls into the hole. Then they do that little kid “BYYYYEEEEEE!!!”

-Janja never cries, instead he gets pissy and fed up with everything. ���Hey, that ain’t fair!” and “Oh, that is some bullshit” is a running gag

-Kiburi gets an accessory this time. He wears a gold chain and a cute little bowtie

-Instead of smoking, Janja finds Kenge using a tree as a punching bag. He’s also carved vowels in various trees with his claws. He gets mad when Janja grows bigger than him

-The scene where Alice gets stuck in the White Rabbit’s house doesn’t happen here. Mainly cuz I wouldn’t know what to do with it

-The “eat me” and “drink me” things still exist, but it’s a bone instead of a biscuit and a drink bowl instead of a bottle

-The minute Janja sees Scar and Zira, he immediately believes he’s gonna die 😭. It goes as well as you would expect

-Mzingo and his parliament are basically a club where they talk about random stuff while holding various types of flowers

-The fic ends with Janja waking up from his dream and everybody thinking he’s crazy Jfhhfgdg

#help i love this idea HDGDGDGD #leaving jasiri out of this one cuz she deserves a break #although ig she plays alice’s sister in this case #i think this is my way of tormenting the outlanders #no but cheshire skinks would fit so well cuz they’re little shits #crack fic idea #tlg outlanders #the lion guard

[operationslipperypuppet]

First scene // Last goodbye

The first and last times we see Ol’ Cobb. 200 years apart.

(Aka I got an idea about first scene vs last scene and that very common gif set and did it to the best of my ability with an audio-only medium).

transcript under the cut

Murph: This guy is an old, kind of grizzled, Crick hunter, and it’s not that he’s not hospitable, it’s just that he’s a little bit more serious. So, you go to do the handshake, and he’s kinda just a couple steps behind you, like moving real slow.

Cobb (Murph): Uh, hi, how you doin’ Moonshine? It’s been a while since -

Caldwell, overlapping: Oh, dang.

Cobb, continuing: - I’ve seen you.

Moonshine (Emily): Yeah, what’s your name? It escapes me right now. I saw your face, though, that didn’t escape me.

Caldwell chuckles over the words.

Cobb: You know me, I’m Ol’ Cobb.

Caldwell laughs again.

Moonshine: Ol’ Cobb! Well get the heck out! What sort of croc you catch to get here?

Caldwell laughs again.

Cobb: You know, somethin’ ain’t right at the Crick.

Moonshine: Yeah.

Cobb: So I came here to make things right.

Moonshine: What you hunt - Who’s tastin’ the - Who’s tasting the fruits of that blunderbus?

Murph: He pulls out a wanted poster of The Widow, and he says

Cobb: I tracked The Widow to Galaderon. If I find her, that’s 10,000 gold pieces for Ol’ Cobb.

There is a break in the audio for a beat. When the next clip begins, the song “The Kingshammer” is playing under the words.

Cobb: Gruumsh’s guys saw me run up here. I’m gonna take ‘em as far as my old legs can run. But you - you’ve gotta stay here, alright.

Hardwon (Jake), attempting to interrupt: Cobb! Cobb, come on! No!

Murph: Uh, he keeps talking through you.

Cobb: Now, don’t go blamin’ yourself. I know you’re gonna blame yourself. But -

Hardwon, quietly to himself: Oh, fuck.

Cobb: I ain’t doin’ you a favor, alright?

Hardwon, still trying to interrupt: Uh, Cobb.

Cobb: You’re doin’ me one.

Hardwon: Let me die, Cobb.

Cobb: Let this old man leave the world knowin’ that the kids are gonna be alright.

Hardwon, louder: No! The world’s better with you in it than me, Cobb! What’re you doin’?

Cobb: Look after Moonshine and Bev for me, yeah?

Murph: You see he begins to walk, ahead of the other spirits, and turns back.

Cobb: Or, better yet, you tell Moonshine and Bev to look after you, dumbass. [Murph laughs loudly, in character as Cobb].

Jake: Hardwon laughs and sobs.

Cobb: Keep it light.

Murph: You see Cobb charges into battle, a ghostly reflection of his last stand.

#naddpod #ba2mia #not another dnd podcast #bahumia #naddpod spoilers #I am sorry for this but i simply had to #Also this transcript took so long. This is a long scene. I am sorry

[chainofhyrule]

So I remember sending this to you a while ago when you still had ignis, right? I made the ficlet I wrote twilight, but honestly? I think Legend might fit the bill a little better.

Legend with an anemic reader.

I mean think about it:

Depressed bunny man sees the only person he looks forward to seeing on a daily basis freezing because they're anemic (but he doesn't know that).

He's like, are you sick? Why tf are you so cold? and readers just like well I have a chronic illness lmao

Cue him shooting up and being like "chronic huh?????" like that one family feud meme

I'm sorry but I get giddy thinking about this. He's the black cat lover in the relationship, 100%

And his favorite person, i.e. the only person he actually likes-- could be dying (not really but that's what he thinks lmao)????? He can't just let it slide, oh no. Not when it's you.

So bunny man does what bunny man thinks is best. Your anemia becomes your free coupon for unlimited cuddles, any time of day (He would fight god himself if god tried to tear you off of him)

Trinkets. Might give you little things like hand warmers or gloves or fuzzy socks or even his hat in a pinch, just to keep your hands and feet warm (let it be known his hat is only for your hands. Feet gross him out, I don't make the rules)

And when he finally understands what anemia really is, he's momming you into eating properly. He's a mom friend, the mom in the relationship, you've called him mom before literally just to fuck with him.

"You're fucking eating it even if I have to pin you down and shovel it in your face because I fucking will" (I personally headcanon that he has the mouth of a sailor. It just fits)

"Eat, goddamnit, I don't want you getting sick"

"Did you take your iron this morning? No? You're taking it. Now."

Will stand up randomly to fetch an extra blanket if you're still cold.

"Shut up. I didn't get up for nothing, don't get used to it" he'd scoff as he wraps you up in it and grumpily kisses your forehead.

Totally lets you sleep in his bedroll with him.

...And fucking hates it when you put your cold feet against his legs, or your freezing fingers on his neck. Screams like a bitch. Everyone in the camp has heard it; Wars actually started calling him princess at one point and it almost ended in bloodshed.

"...You're gonna get it, you little shit," he'll growl at you when you make him scream like that. But he can't resist your cute face and that sweet, innocent giggle, can he?

...No, of course not.

Bunny man who has a black cat personality has my heart💖

NO BUT WHY DO I NEED THIS???

I have reread this like a least a DOZEN times by now and HHHHHHHHHH—

HELLO?

Just imagine him being so reluctantly sweet about it though 😭😭😭

Recruiting the others to keep an eye on you (I’d hc only Rulie or Wars) when he has to go do something. On some of the better days he still has a tendency to fuss. On the worse ones, you’d best bet your ass you ain’t doing anything unless it’s absolutely necessary. Time must chide him many times that your aren’t fragile, but in his mind it’s only ���mustcareforynmusttakecareofynmustnotletynstrainthemselves—WHYAREN’TTHEYWEARINGTHEGLOVESIGAVETHEM???”

poor bby would revert to the bunny “must care for the kit and keep kit warm” function and would rather die than admit it 😭😭😭

best bet under that glove is a magic cold-resistant ring of some sort 🤭

#BBY BOY BBY BOY BBY BOY BBY BOY— #WAAAAAA WHY’S HE GOTTA BE SO FREAKING CUTE THO 😭😭😭 #We need bunny man fics like this #NEED THEM #chain answers

[twsted-idiot]

Rae Transcript :3!!!

(Ft him being a faggot for Johnny) (his ability is Mimic. He can mimic voices of victims (current or past) to lure others towards him, or one of the other family members. Although the ability itself does no damage)

Feeding Grandpa

-“Everyone else says it was a hell of a lot easier with you up ‘nd able so..”

-“We don’t got all day, eat up.” -“Eat up so we can catch these assholes.” -(sigh) “we’re gettin it under control”

-“It’d be a whole lot easier if you could actually fuckin help.”

Victim Found (in hiding spot)

-“What’re you hidin’ for?”

-“It’s kinda rude to go around peoples property ‘n hide from em y’know.”

-“Get yer ass out here”

-“Picked a shit hidin’ spot, sugar.”

-“Found ya” (laughs)

-“Y’all should really find better hidin’ spots”

Victim Hit

-“Quit runnin’, you ain’t gon’ make it much further”

-“Awh, that hurt?” (Laughs)

-“Hold still! I’ll get it over quick, promise.”

-“All that screamin’ ain’t gonna save you.”

-“Why don’t you just give up?”

Blood Trail

-“You left a trail, y’know…”

-“Yer makin’ this awfully easy to find you”

-“Les’ got to clean this up.”

-“Aw, don’t bleed out everywhere. It ain’t no fun if you die before I get to ya”

Match Start

-“Y’all’s heads are gonna be rollin’ soon enough..”

-“Didn’t know we had visitors.”

-“Don’t worry, I’ll put y’all to good use.”

Victim seen escaping

-“Shit..they won’t believe em…”

-“Ain’t worth chasin’ em down, probably won’t make it far anyway.”

-(annoyed groan)

-“Goddamnit. The others really gotta start helpin, I can’t stop all of em on my own.”

-“Slick bastards…”

Idle

-"That girl wasn't even pretty, I dunno why the hell Johnny liked her so much...glad he fuckin' killed her"

-"The hells this draggin' on for?"

-"Doin' everything round here I swear.."

-"Awfully rude to keep hidin' from me y'know.."

Victim Seen

-"Come back here, sugar"

-"Where the hell you think yer goin'?"

-"It don't have to be this way y'know..."

-"I'll take it easy on ya."

-"Honestly, all this runnin' around is kinda pathetic."

Ability Denied

-"Ain't none of em nearby.."

-"None of em can hear me from here."

-"Nah, won't work here."

-"I should wait until they get closer..."

Close encounter

-"Oh? This ain't gonna end well for you."

-"Go on, hit me."

-"That's it! Fight back! It ain't no fun if y'all just let us kill you."

Execution

-"This woulda been easier if y'all just quit runnin'"

-"See? There was no damn point in allat."

-"Don't worry, I'll make sure to put ya to good use."

Drayton/The Cook seen

-"Quit hollerin' at me old man."

-"It'd be a hell of a lot easier for you to hear em if you'd shut the fuck up."

-"Watch it, I'll rip yer fuckin' tongue out myself."

-"Put those damn locks to use"

-"I'd rather be dead than actually be related to you, so quit talkin' like it actually matters that I ain't."

Nubbins/Hitchhiker Seen

-"Keep that damn roadkill away from me."

-"Hurry up 'n place them traps, they ain't doin no good if you don't."

-"You sure as hell ain't the best...don't care what that prehistoric ass says."

-"If you gonna talk about me, speak up. Yer mutterin' is annoying."

-"How the hell you make them traps of yers anyway?"

Johnny seen

-"Don't worry Hun, we'll catch em."

-(whistles)

-"You find any of em yet?"

-"I'll help you catch em if you want.."

-"I ain't lookin'.."

-"Yer old lady's gettin' on my nerves y'know."

-"Let me know if you need any help Hun"

-"You should quit bringin' them city girls around."

Sissy seen

-"Keep that poison shit away from me, I'll rip yer fuckin' head off if you get it on me."

-"Awfully convenient for you to show up now."

-"I ain't goin in yer stupid fuckin garden."

-"Quit singin' those stupid hippie songs all the time, it's annoying."

-"Don't you dare bring back one of them weirdos with you."

Nancy Seen

-"We're gonna catch em, quit hollerin' at me."

-"Just don't place them traps in my way.."

-"Where the hell you get all that barbed wire anyway?"

-"That's an awfully nasty scar..." (Chuckles)

-"What? Need help or somethin'?"

-"You can quit lookin' at me like I did somethin' wrong..christ."

Bubba Seen

-"Goddamn big boy, yer puttin' that saw to work."

-"Just watch where yer swingin' that thing..."

-"Don't listen to them, they're a bunch of assholes. They're just jealous."

-"Don't worry, I'll help you catch em'"

-"I'll drag one of em to ya so you can gut em, yeah?"

Cook(seeing Rae)

-"Yer makin a damn fool of yerself!"

-"You ain't even a part of this family, quit yer yapping."

-"This is Johnny's fault y'know."

-"You 'n Johnny better quit bringin' back those damn girls."

Hitchhiker(Seeing Rae)

-"Y-you ain't even actually a part of this family.." (snicker)

-"Lookit what I found!"

-"I'm p-placin' my traps, what're you doin'?"

-"You still can't handle eatin' flesh?"

-"Quit h-hollerin' at me."

-"You better watch out! Bubba might give you another one of them scars."

Johnny (seeing Rae)

-"You know all the good hidin' spots, don't ya?" (Chuckle)

-"Quit starin' now ain't the damn time."

-"You didn't seem too fond of that girl..there somethin' you wanna tell me?"

-"C'mon now, lure them out already!"

-"Put that voice of yers to work, yeah?"

Sissy(Seeing Rae)

-"Stay outta my way and you won't get any poison on you."

-"I'd stick around more if yall weren't such assholes..."

-"You still ain't seen the light yet, that's your problem!"

-"Stay out of my garden."

-"Don't start bringin' back those girls like Johnny.. we're in this mess cause of him."

Nancy(seeing Rae)

-"Quit ooglin' Johnny, you ain't slick."

-"Hurry up 'n lure em out!"

-"Why you always out in Johnny's shack for?"

-"Focus! Don't let em get away."

-"It ain't that hard to not get tangled in my traps.."

#Oc: Rae Slater #TCM oc #TCSM oc #TCM game #TCM game oc #TCSM game oc #Drayton Sawyer #Nubbins Sawyer #Sissy Sawyer #Johnny Sawyer #Johnny Slaughter #Black Nancy #Nancy Sawyer #Nancy Slaughter #Bubba Sawyer #Leatherface

[michaelsheens]

when noah kahan said "if the sun don't rise till the summertime, forgive my northern attitude. oh, i was raised on little light" and when he said "i thought that if i piled something good on all my bad that i could cancel out the darkness i inherited from dad" and when he said "my house was designed to kinda look like it's crying. the eyes are the windows, the garage is the mouth. so when they mention the sad kid in the sad house on balch street, you won't have to guess who they're speaking about" and when he said "i was taking the wrong meds, feels good to be sad" and when he said "my mouth was designed for my foot to fit in it" and when he said "someday i’m gonna be somebody people want" and when he said "no thing so sure that i can't learn to doubt it" and when he said "i divvied up my anger into thirty separate parts, keep the bad shit in my liver and the rest around my heart. i'm still angry at my parents for what their parents did to them, but it's a start" and when he said "at the end of the day, i know there are worse ways to stay alive" and when he said "i'm terrified that i might never have met me" and when he said "i forgot my medication, fell into a manic high. spent my savings at a lulu, now i'm suffering in style. why is pain so damn impatient? ain't like it's got a place to be. keeps rushing me" and when he said "if all my life was wasted, i don't mind, i'll watch it go. yeah, it's better to die numb than feel it all" and when he said "i drink till i drown and i smoke till i'm burning" and when he said "collect every dream in these old empty pockets, in hope that i'll need them someday"

and when he said "it's an ode to the hole that i found myself stuck in, a song for the grave that i dug" and when he said "i only tell the truth when i'm sure that i'm lying" and when he said "i would leave if only i could find a reason. i'm mean because i grew up in new england. i got dreams but i can't make myself believe them. spend the rest of my life with what could have been, and i will die in the house that i grew up in. i'm homesick" and when he said "it only falls into place when you're falling to pieces" and when he said "the whole place is quiet. you miss something that you can't place but you can't deny it. don't know whether you want a place in the coast or the country. you can't stay here, it's hard to face and it feels too ugly. you light a fire inside, let it burn" and when he said "with a past box of photos i rip myself open" and when he said "feel the rush of my blood, i'm seventeen again. i am not scared of death, i've got dreams again" and when he said "a minute from home, but i feel so far from it. the death of my dog, the stretch of my skin. it's all washing over me, i'm angry again. the things that i lost here, the people i knew, they got me surrounded for a mile or two" and when he said "my medicine is drowning your perspective out, so i ain't taking any fault" and when he said "i ain't proud of all the punches that i've thrown in the name of someone i no longer know. for the shame of being young, drunk and alone"

and when he said "'son, are you a danger to yourself?' well, fuck that, sir, just let me call. i'll give you my blood alcohol, i'll rot with all the burnouts in the cell. i'll change my faith, i'll kiss the badge. just wait, i swear she'll call me back. 'son, why do you do this to yourself?'" and when he said "i'll turn up the music and i'll forget until it ends that i'm not ready to let go yet" and when he said "i'm in my car and i see the yard, the patch of grass where we buried the dog. and the world makes sense behind a chain-link fence. if i could leave, i would've already left" and when he said "i thought i had something, and that's the same as having something. i get mad at nothing, blame my dad for something. i pull no punches, then feel bad for months. thought i was raised better. tried to fake better, tried to blame weather and escape better. hope the skin heals where the pain enters" and when he said "i saw the end, it looks just like the middle. got a paper and pen and a page with no space. i filled the hole in my head with prescription medication, then forgot how to cry. who am i to complain? and now the pain's different. it still exists, it just escapes different and evades vision. makes the rain different, makes the news boring and my rage distant. yes, i'm young and living dreams, in love with being noticed and afraid of being seen. but i can finally eat and i can fall asleep. it's fine, fine, fine" and when he said "medicate, meditate, swear your soul to jesus. throw a punch, fall in love, give yourself a reason" and when he said "we spent so long just getting by. that's the thing about survival. who the hell, who the hell likes living just to die?"

#noah kahan #you think this is long? #listen. i made one of these with ALL my favorite lyrics and it was at least three times as long as this #and i was like i absolutely cannot post that because skdfdfsk wow #so i picked just a few that speak to me in a very specific way and to establish a ✨ theme ✨ #text #long post

[sighonaraa]

[buries head in hands] no i don’t know what this is. have it anyway.

But it’s cool here, and soft against the satin of the sheets and the silken glow of the moon through the frost-glazed glass. Like the heart of the flame, or at least how Jamie thinks the heart of the flame should feel—’cause it’s blue, innit, blue and depthless and surrounded by warmth, the little cove where you can rest your head without worrying about getting burnt.

Across from him, Sam’s eyes are closed, lashes bent to the curve of his cheek. A hand tucked between his head and his pillow. Face half-buried in mattress. It’s a fragile silence they’re trapped in, and Jamie’s terrified to break it, but he tentatively reaches out a finger and pokes Sam in the chest anyway.

“Oi, Twenty-four,” he whispers.

Sam’s hum is sleep slurred and gentle.

“Me leg’s fallin’ asleep,” says Jamie, and wriggles his foot for emphasis where it’s pinned beneath Sam’s calf.

“Oh!” Sam says, immediately bolting upright. “I’m sorry, you should have—here, we can—” He’s scrambling about, clutching at blankets and sheets, and a decorative pillow gets tossed to the floor in the commotion, and Jamie—

Jamie laughs. Quiet, at first, and then louder, edged with the sort of hysteria you only get when it’s past midnight and even the old light of the stars seems like a joke, until he’s half-hanging off the bed and wheezing so hard his lungs hurt.

“Jamie—Jamie!” Sam lunges forward and drags Jamie back onto the safety of the firm mattress center, and Jamie, gaze blurred with tears, digs his face into Sam’s shoulder. “Jamie, what’s wrong?”

“Nothin’, mate, s’just fucking funny,” says Jamie, into Sam’s shirt. “You acting like I were gonna die all ’cause of me leg.”

“Well,” Sam says, awkward and flustered. “I just—I want us both to be comfortable. I want you to be comfortable.”

The laughter’s fled, now, leaving in its place a hollow cavern that echoes as though it’s a tomb, a barren land of bones and ghosts and no kind things. Jamie’s body, absent the light that others cast upon it. Jamie’s body, alone. There’s nothing worth saving in it when it’s all by itself.

But. But. Here: The space where his skin meets Sam’s. The two wholes of them made half. Him, limned in the sun that is his friend. And Sam. Sam, not running. Not turning away. Not taking what he can get and then leaving the ravaged corpse to rot. Sam, limned in—

Well. It ain’t the sun. Jamie ain’t the sun, he doesn’t think. Not yet. But—maybe. Maybe it’s there. He can feel it, the first tender rays venturing out, pale and scraped gold by the raw hand of winter.

And Sam doesn’t flinch from them. His arms come up; his palms find solid ground on the planes of Jamie’s shoulder blades; his weight leans into Jamie’s weight and remains.

“Are you?” he murmurs into the shell of Jamie’s ear. “Comfortable, I mean.”

Once, always, when his fingers curl into washed sheets and his eyes turn up to the ceiling, Jamie tastes perfume in his mouth and long hair brushes the exposed length of his collarbone, the deep scarlet of it like blood pooling beneath a scab. There’s a voice, sometimes high, sometimes low. It tells him what to do, where to put his hands, how to arch his neck. Sweat beads on his upper lip. He tries to scream and he can’t remember how. He whimpers instead and they think that means he likes it, so they keep going, going, going, and there he is at the end of it, the ravaged corpse left to rot.

He breathes in, now, and Sam smells of vanilla and the coconut candy they’d had at dinner and bleached chlorine from the hotel pool. The curve from his shoulder to his neck is a cradle. He’s next to Jamie, not on top, and there is no looming shadow on the wall smiling with its wound of a mouth.

Jamie presses his brow deeper, listens to the steady beat of Sam’s pulse. I’m here, it seems to say. You’re going to be okay. And,

“Yeah,” he says, the warmth inside of him fracturing the darkness to the same pieces he once was. “I’m comfortable.”

#it’s almost 1 am here so i’m not sure this is even coherent LMAO #BUT HAVE IT ANYWAY!!! #fic: the sun is only a God if you learn to starve #i mean. probably. i’ll fit it in there somewhere #ted lasso #sid speaks #cw rape #cw csa

[ohtobeleah]

Man if you ever feel like writing it I'd love to read about a Rhett and Brawler bar fight and poor Bob getting more grey hair because fuck one's bad but the two of them together?? He's gonna need back up 🤣

But absolutely no pressure I just love Brawler!

Everyone and their mother is on the Nosebleed Section kick. Well. I am here for it.

Oh it would so happen back in Wyoming. You’d convinced Bob to go home with you for a few weeks with Jake in tow—wanting to introduce him to the family. 

The Amelia county fair would be in full swing and Rhett would be third on the leaderboard before his second ride. Jakes in such awe as he watches you and Rhett talk about the sport he knows nothing about. 

“If it makes you feel any better it sounds like a whole nother language to me—“ Bobs chuckling beside Jake, handing him a beer he got from the kiosk before taking a sip of the lemon lime and bitters he got himself. “She misses it, I know she does.” 

“What ever happened?” Jake sees it as a good a time as any to ask, but Bobs pressing his lips together like it ain’t his place to tell Jake about your traumas. 

“She doesn’t talk about it, none of us do.” If Bob was being honest with himself? The entire family just pretended like it never happened, like you didn’t nearly die and that it wasn’t partly Rhett’s fault. “But she’ll tell you, one day.” He ends it with that, leaving it up to you to hopefully one day let Jake Seresin In enough to trust him with your deepest fears, your deepest secrets. 

“You’re not tucking your knees in enough.” Jake here’s you in earshot and decides to take a leap and join the conversation happening as you and Rhett lean on the fence, watching as amateur riders get their shit rocked. “It’s what’s costing you, Rhett—tuck your knees in more and don’t let go for nothing.” 

“You should get back on the Bronc Brawler, I can see the eager look in your eye.” Rhett doesn’t even turn his head. “Camp Draft was always your throne.” 

“Traded my spurs for G forces a long time ago Rhett, you know I can’t ride again.” There’s a lingering sadness in your voice as Jake slings his arm over your shoulder casually, not interrupting the conversation as he kisses your cheek. “Besides, you know if I was still riding, I’d be on the top of that leaderboard.” Rhett knows you harbor a sadness with you as you say it. He can still hear your screams from the near 400 pound bull that crushed your teenage self. He’d been riffing on you all afternoon, egging you on until he took it too far, told you that if you were as good as you thought you were you’d ride without armor.

Being the stubborn bastard that you are and wanting to show your big brother that you were just as good as him, maybe even better—you did just that. You damn near nearly died. Rhett looked at you for a moment as you held his smirk, chucking as he flicked your Stetson off the top of your head. 

“I know you would be Brawler, I know you would be.” 

There’s a thill that the rodeo just brings you that Jake hoped to one day understand. He fell in love with you a little more every minute he got to experience you in all your glory, cheering on Rhett and screaming your heart out. Jake even saw a side to Robert Floyd he never thought he’d see. The side that wore a Stetson and daggy flannel. It felt like he was in an episode of the twilight zone. 

“Little Y/n Abbott, as I live and breathe.” Fuck you knew that voice anywhere. “Haven’t seen you around for a few years darlin what brings you back?” Trevor Tillerson, there wasn't a bone in your body that didn’t hope one day he’d end up dead. You just prayed that you wouldn’t be behind the fatal punch. 

“Jake, this is Trevor Tillerson, his dad Wayne�� owns the neighboring ranch.” You explained as you sat on Jake's lap, shifting slightly as you cleared your throat. “Trevor, this is Lieutenant Jake Seresin.” 

“Ah, Army? Air Force?.” Trevor smirked wildly as he looked over his shoulder to where Bob stood with Perry. Both waiting for Rhett to come out of the shoot after his last ride. 

“Naval Aviation—“ Jake says it with pride. “Bobs a mate from work.” 

“And Brawlers?” Trevor questions the ins and outs of your relationship like he’s reading the gossip column of a dolly magazine. “Let me guess, Y/n, you’ve changed up riding techniques, riding aviators instead of riding bulls.” 

“You say it like I don’t visit you in your wet dreams Tillerson.” You hissed, standing from the comfort of Jake's embrace to hold your own with Trevor. You’d never gotten along, not since that one time he’d shoved your face in the mud in third grade. “Rack off, I’m tryin to enjoy my day, I don’t need you fucking my view up.” Like clockwork, like he’d done a million times before and would do a million times more, Jake Seresin sighed as he stood up next to you—reading the terrain, examining the situation playing out before he placed a gentle hand to your shoulder. Keeping you level headed. 

“I don’t think he’s really worth the bloody knuckles.” Jake was quick to mumble in your ear as he kept a spiteful gaze locked on Trevor. You’d never mentioned him, but when again—you didn’t do an awful lot of talking about your life outside North Island. “Come on, why don’t we go get a hotdog and fuck around at the games?” 

“Beats the alternative.” Again, your gaze stayed locked on Trevor as he bit back a wicked smirk. Unbeknownst to you, Trevor had bet Billy fifty bucks he could still get a rise out of you even after all these years. It was no secret to the people of Wabang that you were a hot head hitter. The town was first name basis in the bank, the post office, the bar, the grocery store, the park. There wasn’t a single person who didn’t know Y/n ‘Brawler’ Abbott was just a fucking easy to light as a stick of dynamite. “Good to see you again, Tillerson, keen for the reunion in another five.” You scoff. Pushing past Trevor as your shoulder connected with his. “Maybe by then you’ve shaken the rocks from your head.” 

“I may have rocks in my head but at least I’m not being held together by pins, rods and metal plates.” Trevor hissed, he hadn’t even turned to face you and he already knew he had you right where he wanted you. “The idea is to stay on the Bull, Abbott—not get fucking trampled by it.” 

Y/n—“ Jake feels you stiffen beside him, he sees you stop in your tracks in his peripheral vision. “He’s not worth it.”  

“Shut up Jake.” You hiss, not meaning it as he tries to reach for your wrist, trying to hold you back but he knows better than to get in the way of you when you’ve got that tunnel vision. “He knows what he’s doing.” You’re making strides towards Trevor, he knew it was like a right of passage to fuck around with you. Talk shit get hit is what the kids used to taunt. But you were both grown now—and yet here you were, brawling at the county fair like teenagers. 

“You fucking cunt—“ It’s the last thing Trevor truly remembers before your gripping at his shoulder and swinging a vile right hook into his cheek. The crack is loud and echoes through the stand as he stumbles back slightly. Spitting blood over his shoulder before he’s tackling you into the dirt, pinning your hands above your head so he could slam his forehead down on yours. 

“Fuck—“ Rhett sees the commotion as he’s stepping out of the shoot. “Bob! Fucking go get her will ya?” Rhett's climbing down the stairs as fast as he can as Bob and Perry turn to see the fight that's broken out. Bob's eyes go wide at the sight of you underneath Trevor Tillerson, his blood boils. 

“Is that Trevor?” 

“Kids had a wicked crush on that girl since pre-k.” Pretty snickers to himself. “C’mon Flyboy, let's go.” Perry and Bob are jogging over just in time to see you get the wind knocked out of you when Trevor delivers a blow to your stomach. 

“Hey! Get off of her!” Jake is shouted at the top of his lungs. He’s seen you in far too many fights at this point and he knows when you have the upper hand and if you’re winning and if you’re alright. You were in fact, not alright. Treveor was fighting dirty and he wasn't holding back. “Get the fuck off her!” Jake is horrified at the sight unfolding before him, Trevor Tillerson in on top if you, his hand wrapped around your throat as you’re crawling at his hand. 

“Easiest fucking fifty bucks I’ve ever made.” Trevor snickers as Jake is trying to pull him off you, he can't get a good enough grip but he's wrapping his arm around the guy's throat with enough force to drag him off you for a moment so you can scramble out from underneath him. Coughing and splattering. “Need your fucking boy toy to fight your battles now huh Brawler?” Trevor hisses as he pushes Jake away. “C’mon darlin, you're not going soft on us are ya? Flygirl?” 

“Jake, back the hell off!” You're mumbling, raising your fist as you fix your stance. “M’fine.” You were clearly not fine and Trevor was clearly using mind games to fuck with you, to get a rise out of you. “I'm good.” 

“Y/n.” Jake is pleading with you at this point. “He aint worth it baby, come on, lets just go.” His eyes are screaming at you to stand down, to let it go, but you can't, he doesn't know why this is so important to you, he doesn't understand what it's like. 

“You backing down Abbott, that aint like you, not one bit.” 

“Fuck off Trevor–” You start again, throwing the first punch that lands against Trevors chin. He's quick to follow through with another gut punch. You two go at him as Jake catches Perry and Bob racing over. 

“I can't get her to stop!” Jakes never seen you so tunnel visioned before, except the time you beat the shit out of that girl for messing with him. “Bob–”

“What the hell’s going on here!” Perry is shouting just as Trevor backs up and takes a swing at you that lands far too heavy and far too quickly against your temple. It sends you down, outcold. Rhett sees it as he's hobbling over, still taking off his riding gloves when he sees you go down like a sack of shit. You fight all the time, know your way around a ring and bar fights seem to be your specialty, but this seemed different. This had been a targeted attack. Trevor had gone too far and Rhett, well– he wasn't the one who could lose his job if he took things too far. 

“Oh my god–” Bob’s wide eyed and in shock as Trevor stumbles back in disbelief, Jake is at your side tapping your cheek softly to try and gain your attention, trying to draw you out of your unconscious state. 

“Brawler?” Jake coos. “Baby girl you gotta open your eyes for me, come on pretty girl, where are you?” Rhett is tackling Trevor in seconds, belting into him the moment he hits the ground in a fit of rage with a red raw need for revenge. 

“YOU FUCKING SCUMBAG.” It's damn near animalistic the way Rhett is going at it with Trevor. “ANY EXCUSE TO HIT A WOMAN HUH?” 

“IT'S BRAWLER!” Trevor is whaling, but it doesn't matter. You’re still a woman, a highly distinguished aviator and you don't deserve to be treated like anything less. Trevor Tillerson must have been dumb to think Rhett wouldn't have come to your defence. 

“I can't deal with this, they’re both as bad as each other.” Bobs sighing, rubbing at his temples as Perry just laughs it off. Watching as you came to in Jake's arms. Bloodied and bruised and still smiling because Jake had really pretty worried eyes. 

“Did I win?” You mumble, there's blood in your teeth and spilling out the side of your mouth but Jake doesn't care, he’s kissing your forehead regardless, shaking his head against you. 

“Not this time honey, but I'm sure you’ll get 'em next time.” Jake is blatantly unaware that the next time it will be him, and he's unaware in those few terrifying moments that he’ll come to the conclusion that he's going to ask you to marry him. But for now he just sits with you in the dirt of the county fair, holding you close because you'd just found out that sometimes you win some and sometimes you lose some. “He baited you though, so this one doesn't count.” 

“Woah, you have really pretty eyes, Hangman.” Jake knew you maybe had a slight concussion if anything as you stared up at him, he chuckled slightly as he held your head in his lap. “So pretty, all for me.” 

“That's right baby, all for you.” When Jake looks up, he sees Perry dagging Rhett of a now unconscious Trevor Tillerson, serves him fucking right. Bob looks like he's about to fall apart at the seams, so frazzled and beyond irate at the pair of you. Like Brother like Brawler Bob would say. He loved the pair of you like crazy but you and Rhett couldn't not be in the same vicinity as each other. 

“Oi Y/n, when the fuck?” Rhett's hissing, coming down to sit beside Jake. “What the hell happened?” 

“I had it covered.” You mumbled. Trying to sit up as you saw stares and heard colours. Rhett just laughs, looking at Jake who's just as stunned as Bob. “What took you so long huh?” 

“I was busy, had a competition to win.” 

“I can feel Bob's glare burning into me.” 

“Me too, if you look closely the vein on his forehead is about to explode.” Rhett joked as Bob just sighed, he hated coming home. “But you so could have had him Brawler, you win some you lose some though.” 

“When he's up I'm ready for round two.” You hissed as Jake helped you sit up. 

“Nope, no way, we’re going home before you beat up half to town baby.” Jakes shaking his head while Rhett just laughs. “I'm serious, you need to see a doctor for the concussion I reckon you've got.” You just looked at Jake, so much love for him and all his worry. Leaning into him to place a gentle kiss against his scruff covered cheek. 

“Not concussed enough to not know how much I love you.”

#nosebleed section // jake seresin #jake hangman imagine #jake hangman seresin #jake hangman seresin x reader #jake hangman x reader #jake seresin #jake seresin imagine #jake seresin x reader #jake seresin fanfiction #jake seresin x you

[inkmemes]

bullet  train  (  2022  )  sentence  starters ↪  taken  from  the  2022  action  movie.  trigger  warnings  for  kidnapping,  violence,  language,  &  more.  alter  as  you  see  fit  ♡

“you never know what horrible fate your bad luck has saved you from.”

“you put peace out in the world, you get peace back.”

“my bad luck is biblical. i’m not even trying to kill people and someone dies.”

“you said you wanted simple for your first job back. doesn’t get simpler.”

“i know i’m being judgmental. i need to… work on that. but, jesus, what a douche bag.”

“you don’t have to nick the biscuits, man.”

“why’d i do that?

it’s like i got a compulsion or something. i have to take it if i see it. need to talk to someone. serious.”

“you’re bleeding, mate.”

“oh, mate, shit. oh, shit, man. oh, fuck. who the fuck did i kill?”

“fuck is wrong with you?”

“you ever watch thomas the tank engine?”

“i always bring my stickers with me, you know that.”

“[name], you’re startin’ to get on my tits.”

“i want to strangle you now.”

“looks like it’s time for a jaffa cake.”

“three words describe our situation right now. do you know what they are?”

“family’s more important than money, right?”

“if you mention thomas the tank engine one more time, i’m gonna shoot you in the fucking face.”

“i will ruin your life the way you ruined mine.”

“dude, i don’t even know you!”

“let this be a lesson in the toxicity of anger.”

“i’m really good with faces.”

“i’m really gonna have to process my part in the incident on monday.”

“we have to have a hard discussion about the caliber of people we are surrounding ourselves with.”

“i didn’t realize i was gettin’ a babysitter to come cut my bollocks.”

“shove that fuckin’ hat up your fuckin’ arsehole, you hear me?”

“i shoot a lot of people.”

“didn’t i mention? i’ve always been lucky.”

“every day is a fucking headache with you, innit?”

“man, i just want to get off this train, go see a zen garden and some shit, you know?”

“you’re the diesel-est diesel that ever fuckin’ diesel-ed, not even close, that i’ve ever seen in my life, man.”

“no, no, no. i ain’t got the time or the patience, let alone the interest.”

“would you describe me as someone who lives in perpetual anxiety?”

“this guy’s like criss-fuckin’-angel. he pops up everywhere.”

“is this like a… like a sex thing?”

“did you go to the authorities?”

“i wanted to handle it myself.”

“are you hiding in a bathroom?”

“boundaries. we need boundaries.”

“i knew my luck would rub off on you.”

“i’m hedging my bets, you could say.”

“oh, my god, did you just say “whack”?”

“you’re really proud of yourself, aren’t you?”

“do you have, um, anything sparkling?”

“bro, i just remembered i gave all my money to that guy to wear my h-hat and glasses.”

“you fucking bastard! fucker!”

“for what it’s worth, you seem like a right fucking arsehole and i’m glad you’re gonna fucking die with me.”

“you two do look like twins, huh?”

“well, i don’t think they were in the market for fucking dildos and pantyhose, were they?”

“you don’t know anything about life.”

“you know, before us now is just a wall, but it’s an illusion, man.”

“i’m finding it very hard to follow this story.”

“i’m really good at reading people, and something tells me you are just not fucking right.”

“i mean, you’re not even afraid and your lip’s quivering. that’s a tear. that is really authentic, mate, like…”

“i gotta kill ya.”

“i’m glad you enjoyed the performance.”

“fuck, that thing is hot.”

“i’m mansplaining, i’m mansplaining again. i’m sorry.”

“you want me to hold your hand?”

“karma is a bitch.”

“it’s my bad luck. it’s bad luck on acid.”

“i could journal. i should journal.”

“i’m sorry, darling.”

“i don’t know who the fuck you are.”

“he just said that i could be a good backup plan and that a pretty girl makes a good hostage.”

“keep your fucking knickers on, all right?”

“what the fuck are you doing, you bell-end?!”

“make sure you do something that brings you peace, ’cause everything else is a pain in the ass.”

“you’re not going to let me get hurt.”

“you’re creepin’ me out, so, if you don’t mind, could you just find another seat, like, way, way, way down there?”

“i’ll fucking kill him myself.”

“you’re not gonna believe this coincidence, but i already got a dose of antivenom in me today, so i’m good.”

“yeah, you, you, you fucking shot me!”

“i’m fast to kick your ass, though, i swear to god.”

“i should’ve put a bullet through your arse!”

“i built myself up from the nothing you gave me.”

“man, i got a bad feeling about this.”

“i’m so sorry for your loss.”

“it was an assassination attempt on me.”

“i will come. i will always come for you.”

“yeah, it helps to process this. i have a good therapist.”

“our paths were destined to return to each other.”

“dude, all you do is talk about trains.”

“i wanted bubble milk tea.”

“i only do snatch and grab jobs.”

“for what it’s worth, [name] is a dick.”

“the narcissism on this chick.”

“what is with this fucked-up family?”

“please don’t make me regret it.”

“did you come to rescue me?”

“did you need rescuing?”

“you came to rescue me.”

“what’s happening to your face?”

“are you crying?”

“it’s a lot to process.”

“do you think maybe there was a little head trauma?”

#rp meme #rp prompt #rp sentence meme #rp sentence starters #rp starters #sentence meme #sentence starters

[arc-misadventures]

Jaune FMK: Salem (Pre-grim), Glynda, and Saphron

Jaune: MFK?

Jaune: Okay, This is a rather easy choice.

Saphron: Really, why is that?

Jaune: Well, you’re my sister, and considering how this game is played. Someone has to die, and I ain’t picking you for the other two stuff. So… bye-bye sister.

Saphron: Wait, we’re playing MFK, right?

Glynda: If I’m not mistaken we are.

Salem: MFK? What is that?

Saphron: Its a game where, Jaune has to chose between three girls, in this case us, to either Marry, Fuck, or Kill one of us.

Salem: Wait, one of us is dying?

Glynda: I’m afraid so, Salem. That is how this childish game is played.

Salem: I thought we were deciding on who, Jaune’s wife would be, and who would be his mistress’s.

JSG: What?

Salem: Is this not a common practice, one man with multiple wives?

Glynda: Maybe back in your day, Salem, but it’s not like that anymore.

Salem: Oh… That’s a shame…

Saphron: I’m one of his sisters so…

Salem: Inter family marriages was common practice among the nobility back in my time.

Saphron: Best not let our sisters hear about that…

Jaune: Sisters?!

Glynda: Are you surprised one of your sisters may have such feelings for you?

Jaune: I knew one of them is a bloody brocon! Sister’s implies its more than one!

Saphron: So…Do you want to change it to SMB instead of MFK?

Jaune: SMB?

Salem: What is that?

Spahron: S for Smash, or Fuck.

JGS: Okay…

Saphron: M is for Marry.

JGS: That makes sense.

Saphron: And, B is for Breed~!

Jaune: What?!

GS: Dibs.

Jaune: WHAT?!!

Saphron: Okay, so you two debate on what role you’re going to do; I’m gonna fuck, Jaune!

Jaune: You’re a brocon too?!

Saphron: And, its all your fault!

Jaune: My fault?! What did I do?!

Saphron: You knocked up my wife!

Glynda: Jaune! You cheated on your sisters wife?!

Salem: And, sired an heir?

Jaune: They wanted a child, and, Saphron wanted them to be an, Arc so… I knocked up, Terra…

Saphron: And, it was hot!

Jaune: Uhhh…?!

Saphron: I overheard you two going at it!

Jaune: You did?!

Saphron: I even saw the video, Terra made of you two!

Jaune: She made a video?!

Glynda: Can I get a copy of it?

Saphron: And, I’ve never been so turned on in all my life! I want to end up pleasure drunk with a limp like my wife! Come here you blonde haired Adonis!

Jaune: AHHHHH!!!

GS: …

Salem: I say we both take him on at the same time. Jaune strikes as the type of man you could be able to satisfy both of us with relative ease.

Glynda: I agree with that, but why would we do that; What do you hope to achieve with this plan of yours?

Salem: Well, I would much rather prefer to be the woman he married than simply impregnated. You no doubt feel the same.

Glynda: I do, I would not be openly seen as a concubine, or a mistress.

Salem: Agreed, so may I propose a bet to you; The winner becomes his wife, loser becomes his concubine.

Glynda: And, what would be the terms of that bet?

Salem: First one pregnant wins~!

Glynda: …

Glynda: Deal~!

Salem: Oh this will be fun~!

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Thanks for the ask @katatonicimpression ❤️

🚿 What's Sam's favorite song to sing in the shower?

Okay, I’m going to cheat right off the bat and name more than one lol. I really feel like he’d try to start each day by getting into a positive mood, even if he wasn’t really feeling it. (Oh, since we know he’s a morning jogger, we know he’s got to be a morning shower person lol). Anyway, so his go to song is Bill Withers’ “Lovely Day.” But, as predicable as it is, he loves Marvin Gaye, so he has to sing something by him sometimes too, but nothing from Trouble Man. Sam likes to keep it kinda easy in the shower, so he does one of Gaye’s earlier hits like “Ain’t That Peculiar.” Now, Sam doesn’t only like old old school, he also enjoys the old school of his youth lol, so I’m thinking he puts on “Motownphilly” some mornings just to get kind of hype. Plus he loves singing the breakdown 😂

🎓 What was Sam like in high school?

I might’ve said it before, but even if I did, I’m gonna say it again: Sam was basically Ferris Bueller in high school, and I’ll die on that hill. Dude is personable, has the gift of gab, and even though people think they know him, they don’t really know him like that lol - only his close friends do. And, he doesn’t discriminate - he’s open to being friends with everyone, and he’s cool with everyone. And he’s well known in his parish. Ijs… the man is Ferris Bueller 🤷🏾‍♀️😂

🌈 What is Sam's favorite memory of Riley?

You know what I like? I like when people headcanon Riley as being Sam’s childhood friend, and say that they decided to join the military together after high school (or college, dealer’s choice). People used to actually be able to join the military on the “buddy system,” so they’d always get stationed together, but idk if that’s still real, or even if it was ever official, or just a thing tptb would do if you signed up and made it a condition lol.

Anyway, I give all that unnecessary background to say, I think his favorite memory of Riley would be a childhood memory. Maybe the first time they got to take Sam’s daddy’s boat out by themselves and spend the night on the water. Sure, they were only 15, so they weren’t allowed to go too far out, but it was far enough lol. They packed a cooler full of pop and goodies, took their fishing poles and Riley’s new radio, and left the house at o’dark thirty one morning. They spent the whole day fishing, and gossiping, and eating junk food. Nothing spectacular happened, it was just a nice relaxing day, but they felt so grown up and independent. And, even though they’d end up taking the boat out many more times by themselves, nothing ever topped that first time.

#sam wilson #asks games!