#it was so fucking high and mighty like I have every right to tell our coach

[gods-favorite-autistic]

Hey can people in my pep squad realize when they’re being bitches and hypocrites and also that saying “it was a joke” doesn’t make literally anything better

#I fucking hate people at my school #I tired to defend someone in an argument (because they were calling someone a grade younger than us a little girl which was stupid) #and one girl was like ‘stfu I’m gonna beat your ass’ so I blocked her and I said I blocked her and they were like wow that’s so dramatic #it was just a joke like actually shut up one it wasn’t funny two it didn’t sound like a joke and three #YALL WERE JUST GETTING ON SOMEONES ASS FOR JUST TALKING BAD AB SOMEONE #it was so fucking high and mighty like I have every right to tell our coach #because I don’t think our coach would take ‘it was a joke’ as an excuse #like I’m not your friend so you can’t just joke around like that #plus. threatening people over text. IS NOT FUNNY. #anyways I hate those girls #vent #vent post

[nonbinary-eddie-munson]

Steve hadn't meant to evesdrop on eddies new band. Really, he was an innocent party here.

Once things had calmed down in the aftermath of Vecna, Steve and Eddie had scrounged up every penny they could -steve even sold his precious beemer so they could have the extra cash- and got the hell out of dodge. Eddie couldn't stay in a town where everyone still looked at him like he was a murderer and Steve loved Eddie too much to keep him trapped in a town that hated him.

They had settled into chicago nicely, far enough away from the hellmouth that was hawkins, indiana that they werent constantly jumping at the sight of their own shadows, but still close enough they could be back in less than a day if shit started going down again.

The metal scene in chicago was just starting to take off, and Eddie quickly fell in with a local band that was in need of a new lead guitar. Steve had yet to meet any of Eddies new band members, his work and class schedules keeping him entirely too busy and exhausted for socializing. All of which led to this moment, Steve hovering awkwardly at the end of the hallway leading backstage as Eddies new bandmates tore him apart.

"Seriously how'd a guy as hard core as Ed end up with a preppy little asshole like that, i mean did you see what he was wearing?" The drummer scoffed

Self-consciously Steve worried at the hem of his black polo, he had stressed over his outfit all evening before they headed out to the venue. Eddie assured him that he looked great telling him he looked "like a sexy little gothed up jock" in his black polo, his tightest jeans and just the barest hint of eyeliner and mascara to make his eyes pop

"I know it must have been slim pickings back in butt fuck nowhere but Ed's got options now. Sure, the guy has a nice ass, but Ed could pull someone who's not gonna ruin our cred by dating a guy who looks like a narc" the bassist added on meanly.

Swallowing past the lump in his throat Steve turned to head back to the bar when Eddies voice stopped him in his tracks.

"People who disrespect my boyfriend dont get to talk about his ass" came Eddies sharp reply "Steve is more metal than all of you dumb fucks combined, and he's the inspiration behind all of the lyrics that are making us so big in the scene right now. If you cant fucking respect my boyfriend, you sure as hell dont deserve to get famous off the songs i wrote about him so im fucking out and im taking my songs with me."

"Ed you cant be fucking serious" the drummer started

"No, fuck you guys! You act all high and mighty but your just as fuckin shallow and small minded as the dumb hicks Steve and I left Indiana to get away from. Good luck finding someone to replace me and my songs before the fest next month" Eddie spat, his footsteps thundering against the concrete floor and around the corner into the hallway, coming up short as soon as he spotted Steve frozen in the hallway shocked at Eddies fierce defence of him.

"Oh sweetheart" Eddie crooned bringing a hand up to cup the side of Steves face his thumb gently swiping away the tears Steve hadnt even realized had begun to fall "I'm sorry you had to hear that baby. Lets go home" Eddie took his hand back from Steves face, wrapping it around his waist and tucking Steve firmly against his side ushering a still dazed Steve down the hall, out of the bar and into the cool night air

"Your didnt have to do that Eds" Steve said quietly, reluctantly pulling away from Eddie now that they were out in the open where anybody could see.

"Of course i did baby. You're the love of my life. You matter more to me than anything else in this world. More than my guitar and metal and dnd. And certainly more than some mouth breathers who wouldnt know what metal is if it got up on stage and took a bite out of a demon bat" Eddie replied with a grin and a wink swooping down to press a quick peck against Steves mouth as he stood in the middle of the sidewalk frozen in shock at Eddies declaration

"Im more important to you than music and dnd?" Steve asked in a quiet awed voice, his heart beating rapidly as if it was trying to physically escape his chest and burrow itself into the flesh of Eddies own ribcage.

"Sure are sweetheart, now why dont you get that sexy ass of yours moving so we can get home and I can show you just how much I mean it" Eddie replied, his voice lowering into a deep gravel that drove Steve crazy, hands reaching out to pull Steve forward a few steps urging him in the directon of the van parked furthur down the street.

Steve stumbled after Eddie, letting the other man lead him, his brain still not fully back online after Eddies bold decleration of love.

Steve didn't believe in any god, but he found himself thanking every god he could think of for bringing Eddie Munson into his life.

#im sleep deprived and idk where this came from but here you go #anyways they definitely went home and fucked real nasty #and then Eddie went on to make a new better band and they all became best friends with Steve and then they got a record deal #and eddies old band could suck it #okay thats enough internet for me its time for bedtimes #steddie #steve harrington x eddie munson #steve x eddie

[untitledmemes]

Hazbin Hotel Prompts

Part III An assortment of prompts taken from the series Hazbin Hotel on Amazon Prime. Adjust as necessary to fit pronoun and/or descriptor. In case of Multimuse, don't forget to specify which one/s. Reblog, please do not repost or add.

“ I know you don't want to, but we need every advantage we can get. ”

“ You got daddy issues? ”

“ I'd like to meet the big dick incharge. ”

“ Who am I kidding? This sucks! ”

“ Where are you these days? ”

“ You know I haven't been watching much TV lately. Scrambles the brain. ”

“ Anything in my power is yours for the asking. ”

“ Wait. You're inviting me over? ”

“ It's showtime! ”

“ Look how much you haven't grown! Still fun sized. ”

“ It's nice to finally put a face to the name. ”

“ You are much shorter in real life. ”

“ You like girls? So do I! We have so much in common! ”

“ Who needs a busboy now that you've got the chef? ”

“ I'll rig the game for you because I'm the ref. ”

“ I'm truly honored that we built such a bond. ”

“ It's a little funny, you can almost call me dad. ”

“ They say when you're looking for assistance, it's smart to pick the path of least resistance. ”

“ Sadly there are times when a birth parent is a dud. ”

“ I know you were all waiting for me! ”

“ Why is everybody gawking? Is it cuz I'm adorable? ”

“ Hey, watch it, tall dark and creepy. ”

“ You gotta warn a girl when she's in mixed company. ”

“ Where can a girl get a drink around here? ”

“ Don't tell me you're not happy to see me. You might hurt my feelings. ”

“ All you could hear was screams. ”

“ Underneath it all, he's a total sweetie. ”

“ Who in their right mind would cross me? ”

“ Big talk for someone who's also on a leash. ”

“ These are our people. I have to try. ”

“ You build something nice, you invite people in and offer them everything, and they just bring violence and chaos to your doorstep. ”

“ It doesn't matter how well intentioned you are, they're always going to disappoint you. ”

“ It's time I remind everyone why I am here. ”

“ You don't actually give a shit about this tacky place, do ya? ”

“ They didn't listen to me, they wouldn't listen to you. ”

“ I won't lose it all again. ”

“ I'll shelter and adore you more than anything. ”

“ It's the view I had of you that showed me dreams can be worth fighting for. ”

“ Looks like the apple doesn't fall far. ”

“ Whatever could be the problem, my dear? ”

“ I wish I could come, sweetie, but I have that thing... ”

“ You been texting me depressing shit all day, figured we could tear shit up like old times. ”

“ Well, if it isn't my arch-nemesis. Have you come to meet your fate in battle? ”

“ Are you sure you're in the right place? Because I think you might be a little lost. ”

“ I'm sorry you can't stay. ”

“ I'm handling this shit right now. ”

“ Don't fucking shush me, bitch. ”

“ I want you to do whatever you need to do to keep this problem from getting worse. ”

“ You sure fucked up, didn't you? ”

“ If you have actual evidence, then show it already. ”

“ Take one of these and you won't be worrying about nothing. ”

“ I just thought you were better than that. ”

“ I think you're done, tiny. ”

“ I was thinking maybe, um, you'd wanna do... a sex with me? ”

“ I just want a taste. ”

“ I may have to put up with your bullshit, but you ain't fucking with any of my friends. ”

“ It's not as simple as you think. Not everything is spelled in ink. ”

“ Guess the cat's out of the bag. ”

“ I wanted to save you the anguish it takes to do what was required. ”

“ If hell is forever, then heaven must be a lie. ”

“ Don't you act all high and mighty. ”

“ How can I bring joy when I now know we are bringing misery to thousands of innocent people? ”

“ I couldn't bear to see you suffer that fate. ”

#rp meme #rp memes #rp prompt #rp prompts #rp starter #rp starters #memes #starters #prompts #roleplay meme #roleplay prompt #roleplay starter #roleplay memes #roleplay prompts #roleplay starters #sentence meme #sentence memes #sentence prompt #sentence prompts #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel 2024

[deathskid]

SAY IT.

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ toxic!ex bf!choso x fem!reader ☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙

❀ wc | 2.8k

❀ cw | nsfw, choso kinda mean, mentions of infidelity, unprotected sex, mirror sex, squirting, fingering, semi-public sex, bathroom sex, daddy kink, breathplay, creampie

choso snatched you up by your arm and dragged you to the bathroom that was ducked off in the back of the crowded club, ignoring your pawing hands and protests, your nasty choice of words being drowned out by the loud music. finally reaching your destination, choso threw you inside the bathroom, closing and locking the door behind him.

“what the fuck is your issue?” you seethed, rubbing at the spot on your arm he had grabbed you by.

“you. you are my issue. you’re walking around all high and mighty, being a slut and showing off your ass to any man with a dick in between his legs.” he spat, rolling his eyes at you.

“oh my god, you idiot. we are not together. if i want to spread my legs to the next man i see? i can! you forget that’s exactly what you did! swinging your dick around to the first bitch you lay eyes on!” you threw your hands up in frustration, not understanding why choso couldn’t grasp the fact that you two were done for. there was no coming back from his betrayal, but he was going to change your mind.

“it’s not the same and you fucking know that. if we’re not together then why do you still call me when you can’t sleep? if we’re not together then why do you still walk around wearing that necklace i gave you? if we’re not together, why the hell haven’t you blocked my number?” he ran his hands down his face, frustration settling in.

“how is it not the same? oh i know, maybe it’s because we were actually together when you did it! i fucking hate you. i don’t even know why the fuck you’re here. i’m staying and i’m going to do what i very well please. i recommend that you leave because you’re going to hate me if you stay.” you evaded his questions, knowing that you didn’t have an answer for him. there was no doubt that you were still madly in love with him. you were trying to convince yourself that you had moved on, hoping that at least faking it would get you out of this sticky situation.

“no, we are going to leave. i’m gonna take you home where you can’t be a whore.” choso reached for you arm, but you jerked it back, stepping away and mugging him.

“you cannot tell me what to do or where to go anymore, choso. this is getting so tiring because you do this every fucking time! i cannot breathe around you. everywhere i turn, there you are, trying to act like nothing happened between us.”

“i apologized, what more do you want? i proved to you that i only want you! it was a stupid mistake.” he said, throwing his head back.

“yes, a mistake that could’ve been avoided. a mistake that shouldn’t have happened. the real mistake was our fucking relationship. i knew from the start this wouldn’t work, everyone told me it wouldn’t work, but i tried so fucking hard to make it work. you still somehow managed to fuck that up. after the endless chances i gave you, you fucked it up.” you felt a lump in your throat begin to form as your brain forced you to relive the moment when you walked in on him with a strange woman sprawled out on your bed, with the sheets you purchased with him. the scene flashed in your head, your bottom lip quivering as you felt your heart crush just like it did that fateful night.

“you can’t say that. our relationship wasn’t a mistake, you mean the world to me.” his tone softened, voice just barely louder than a whisper. he hated himself for breaking your heart and he truly wanted to make things right with you, but it was hard expressing his emotions to you. he could barely control himself when he would find himself angry with you, fucking the first woman that walked into the ducked off bar he visited when he needed to cool off.

“i can say that because it’s the truth. you crushed my world.” you began to walk towards the door to leave, but choso stopped you, stepping in front of it so you had no choice but to stay. you sighed.

“you don’t care about me anymore? you don’t miss me?” he was met with silence. you crossed your arms over your chest and looked down to the floor, biting the inside of your cheek. he knew at that moment that he had you in the palm of his hand. no matter how strong and resilient you tried to seem around him, you were wrapped around his fingers.

“c��mon baby, i know you miss me. i miss you.” he closed the gap between the two of you, peering down at you. you didn’t respond, opting to shake your head instead. he tried to raise your head up with his index finger, but you rolled your neck out of his touch. he chuckled and gripped your face in between his index and thumb with more force, your glossy eyes traveling up to his.

“you don’t miss me? you don’t miss daddy’s dick stretching you out? hm?” he cooed, tilting his head to the side. you denied, shaking your head quietly. “you don’t miss my tongue? my hands grabbing your ass like this?” his free hand palmed your ass, giving it a quick smack before gripping and massaging it. you bit down on your tongue to hide the squeal that almost left you. gulping, you shook your head again.

“uh-uh. i need to hear you say it. tell me don’t miss me. tell me you don’t miss me fucking the shit out of you every night. be a big girl and use your words. i know you can. you were just using them a minute ago.” he mocked, smirking down at you.

“i don’t m- oh fuck.” you couldn’t finish your sentence before his hand hiked your skirt up to your waist and dipped his fingers underneath your lacey panties, rubbing against your clit and running up and down your slick folds.

“you don’t? well then why are you all wet for me? hm?”

“i-i don’t know.” you stuttered, your hand gripping on to the bathroom sink beside you to keep yourself balanced.

“i think you do, baby. let daddy show you how much he missed you.” he purred in your ear, lips grazing against your earlobe. you shook your head again, trying your hardest to resist his advances, but your body was giving you away. you knew he was bad for you, but you couldn’t bring yourself to fully leave him. your heart, mind, body, and soul still belonged to him and he knew that.

his thick finger pushed its way in between your folds, your walls clamping around the digit that was now thrusting inside of you. you let your guard down and let out a small gasp followed by a hushed moan, your head falling forward onto his chest and hands gripping at his jacket. the walls you had built to keep yourself away from him came tumbling down in an instant.

“there’s my pretty girl.” he said, adding another finger, scissoring them inside of you. you balled up the fabric in your hands, his fingertips grazing your g spot, a strained moan falling from your lips. he left a trail of kisses down your neck, leaving purple bruises in his wake, a reminder that you still belong to him.

“choso…please.” you whimpered in between mewls, your knees buckling under his touch.

“you know how to use your words.” he spoke into the crevice of your neck, tongue dragging across your soft skin.

“need you to f-fuck me.” you stuttered, pulling him impossibly closer to you, needing skin to skin contact.

“yeah? tell daddy you missed him and daddy’s gonna pound that pretty pussy just like you want.” you hesitated, clenching down around his digits that were driving into you methodically, purposefully avoiding that sweet spot you prayed he would hit.

“n-no.” you whined into his shirt, bucking your hips into his hand. his patience was growing thin and he was growing tired of beating around the bush with you. he lifted your head up to meet his eyes and wrapped a free hand around your throat, squeezing at the sides. his fingers finally prodded at the spongy spot in your walls, massaging and applying pressure to it, his thumb circling that sensitive and swollen bundle of nerves. your brows knitted together as your jaw went slack, pleasure written all over your face.

“you wanna say that to my face? look me in the eyes and tell me you don’t miss this. you know i don’t like when you lie to me, y/n.” his eyes darkened, his tone and the lack of oxygen only intensifying the arousal pooling in your core.

“let me cum, please.” you choked out, a strained moan getting stuck in your throat while you tried your hardest to ignore the flames igniting inside of you.

“why would i let you cum if you don’t miss me, baby?” he tsked, shaking his head with a sly grin on his face. a sob escaped your lips, your legs trembling as his fingers continued at their unrelenting pace, your arousal dripping out from around his fingers and onto the tile floor. your eyes searched his for even a hint of mercy, but there was none. deep down, you knew that it was pointless because within 6 years of knowing choso, you came to know mercy wasn’t in his vocabulary.

“f-fuck.” you squeezed your eyes shut, face twisting in pleasure, hoping to avoid his threatening eyes.

“look at me when i’m making you feel good. look at me and tell me you don’t miss me.” he demanded, hands squeezing the sides of your throat harder to get your attention.

“i-i don’t miss—fuck—miss you.” you cried out, seething anger marked in his eyes.

“what a fucking liar.” he mumbled under his breath. you barely had time to grasp his words before you found yourself bent over the bathroom counter, right leg tossed on top of it. your breasts spilled out of the itty bitty crop top you wore, your stiff nubs hitting the cold marble countertop causing you to hiss.

“look at yourself in the mirror, baby. there we go, that’s a good fucking girl.” his fingers tangled in your hair and yanked your head up, forcing you to look at your reflection in the mirror. your face was already stained with tears, mascara darkening your under eyes.

“you know i fucking hate liars, baby. and you’re lying to me. i know you miss me. i gotta give you a reminder, huh?” his teeth nipped at your ear as he whispered, his eyes never leaving your reflection in the mirror.

“no i don’t-“ the burn of his cock invading your walls halted your sentence, a loud yelp escaping you. you didn’t even remember hearing him unbutton his pants and undo his belt, so the sudden stretch took you by surprise. choso hissed, bottoming out inside of you with one swift thrust.

“fuck, i missed you. this pussy’s still fuckin’ made for me.” he chuckled, his fingers digging into your scalp.

“you look fucking pathetic. screaming you don’t miss me, but creaming all on my cock.” he grunted, smirking at your fucked out expression.

“daddy…” you whimpered in between moans, your body jerking forward with every carnal thrust, his cock kissing the tip of your cervix already.

“what was that? you. can. be. louder. than. that.” he accompanied each word with a harsh thrust, slamming his cock deeper into you. your eyes rolled to the back of your head, mind spinning at the stretching of your walls, your abused cunt pulsating and throbbing around him.

“nngh—daddy! fuck!” you sobbed, moving your hips back to meet his thrusts.

“that’s my fuckin’ girl. c’mere.” he released your hair only for his fingers to turn your face to the side, his lips crashing onto yours as his pace quickened, his cock pressing your g spot. your moans were swallowed by him, his tongue snaking its way into your mouth and swirling around yours, lips moving in sync.

“i missed my baby, shit.” he groaned, rutting his hips into you, his cock dragging along your velvety walls. despite his rock hard demeanor, you were his only soft spot. he had trouble verbalizing his emotions, so he showed it by fucking you into oblivion.

your eyes flickered from choso’s gritted teeth to your own face in the mirror, his hand moving back down to grip your throat as he angled his hips to fuck you deeper and harder. your hair was disheveled, lips parted and swollen, eyes glazed over and mascara smeared all over your cheeks from your tears. you looked terrible, but choso thought you looked absolutely stunning in this state.

“daddyyyy, c-cum—need to cum.” you drew out, mouth gaping open as he snaked a hand around your front, angrily massaging your clit.

“say it.” he spat, his cock throbbing inside of you as he chased his own release, his darkened eyes boring into your soul through the mirror. you shook your head no, high pitched moans contradicting your answer. he released his grip on your throat and delivered a harsh smack to your ass, earning a rasped yelp from you.

“say it.” he repeated himself, carnal desire and frustration laced in his voice. his other hand continued its assault on your sensitive clit, moving faster than before. you were sobbing from the stimulation, suffering because you refused to give in to him. instead of fucking into you like a jack rabbit, he slowed his assail, opting for longer and deeper strokes, making sure you felt every ridge and vein on his cock as he pushed against your cervix. your eyes widened, looking down at the bulge in your stomach as he moved his hips languidly.

“i-i c-can’t! i can’t i can’t!” you cried, dropping all of your weight down onto the countertop, cheek hitting the cold marble.

“daddydaddydaddydaddy! please! need it!” choso ignored you, hissing at your walls spasming around his length, only urging him on, determined to make you say those fatal words. strands of his hair fell out of his pigtails, sticking to his face and sweat beading his forehead. he watched your ass bounce off of his cock and ripple with each thrust, your cunt sucking him in with a vice-like grip.

“say. it.” he spoke through gritted teeth, repeating himself for the final time, having it up to here with your pertinence. tears spilled from your eyes and fell onto the sink, the feeling of the building pressure in between your legs causing you to sob and writhe underneath him, the coil in your core threatening to snap at any moment.

“missed you.” you muttered underneath your breath, caving in. you could practically hear choso smirk. he pulled your head up with fingers laced in your hair, your back now pressed up against his chest.

“say it again.” he demanded, bucking his hips faster into you and working his fingers faster on your pulsating clit.

“i missed you.” you moaned out, a gasp following. you were teetering over the edge and choso knew that.

“again.” he yanked your head back, causing you to strain your neck to look up at him, wincing at the sensation.

“daddy, i missed you!” you cried out, clawing at his wrist that was assaulting your clit.

“a-fucking-gain.” his lips were pursed together, his thrusts getting sloppier as he approached his orgasm.

“i missed you s-so fucking much, daddy! oh my god! iloveyouiloveyouiloveyou.” you blurted out, practically screaming as bliss washed over you, your orgasm knocking the wind out of you as you seized in his hold, your cunt throbbing and squirting all over the floor, gushing all around his cock.

“that’s it, baby. make daddy fucking proud. i love you so fucking much, shit.” choso wasn’t far behind, cumming with you as your cunt squeezed him tightly, refusing to let go, painting your insides white and filling you up to the brim.

“fuck, i missed you more. c’mere.” he breathed out, cupping your face in his hand and smashing his lips on yours, both of you still out of breath and at a loss for words, letting the heated kiss you shared speak volumes.

“i’m sorry. i need you.” choso panted as he pulled away, caressing your cheek with his thumb. “let’s just go home.” you were too tired to put up a fight, so you nodded, just wanting to be in your bed asleep with choso holding you close, knowing that you’d regret tonight in the morning, but you didn’t care. one night of feeling loved by the man who broke you down would be enough.

#jjk #jujutsu kaisen #jjk smut #jjk x you #jujutsu kaisen smut #choso kamo x reader #jujutsu kaisen choso #kamo choso #choso kamo #choso x reader #choso x you #choso x y/n #jjk x reader

[blimbosworlddd]

Nirvana: A Rock Lee Fic (Chapter 1)

Summary: Your dating life is terrible. Your friends’ marriage is fantastic. Your career as a medic was doing great, though. But you aren’t happy. However, after one quick trip to the Mighty Rock Dojo, you stumble upon the most magnificent man you’ve ever met- the taijutsu master- Rock Lee.

Notes: slow burn fic, afab/fem/black reader.

Warnings: Mentions of sex, (light) descriptions of blood and violence. Usage of the N word. The reader and Lee are in their 20s but virtually any age group that is 18 and up can enjoy this story. Again 18+, minors do not interact… pls.

Word count: 2.6k

Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4

You were lonely. So lonely.

Your friends tell you that you’re young and shouldn’t chase and should wait for the right person and focus on yourself and all that jazz. But there was nothing else you could do but wait; your career as a medic finally starting to blossom, you were trying to take care of yourself, and dating apps were full of people you weren’t attracted to. And the ones who did interest you either didn’t hit you up or stopped engaging.

You felt worthless, like no matter how beautiful or poised you tried to come off, that one person who you dreamed of spoiling and loving you was only that- a dream. You always felt like you wouldn’t be fully appreciated. You know you deserve someone who takes care of you, but no matter how painful it is you always keep pushing. You didn’t have time to drown in self-pity. At the end of the day, people still love and support you. That’s why you went on a date with some guy Shikamaru and his wife Temari, put you on.

You always envied their relationship; they’ve been going strong since high college, watching them grow and evolve as they fall deeper in love with each other. It’d make you quietly turn away and scowl every time they’d hold hands or smile into their kisses. Your date’s name is Sai. You went out a couple of times beforehand, and actually enjoyed his time; he was a smooth talker with a serene vibe who allowed you to be the corny goofball you were when comfortable. Especially when he’d crack deadpan jokes and tease you. the conversations you had held weight and authenticity.

Y’all were on your third date, walking the night streets of the city eating rolled ice cream. The stroll was silent but comfortable, not really thinking about how Sai hadn’t talked much throughout the day or barely payed you any mind when he did.

“Did you enjoy our date?” Sai quips, eyebrows rising inquisitively.

You swallow the melting treat and nod your head.

“Yup!” You lie. “What about you?”

Sai looks down at the remnants of melted ice cream in his cup before stopping in his tracks.

“Y/n, I think you’re really cool,” he prompts.

Fuck me, you think.

“But I don’t see us being any more than good friends. I don’t feel any excitement when I’m with you. Plus, my ex and I wanna get back together sooo. Yeah.”

While nodding spitefully, your plump lips press together in a tight line.

“Goodbye, Sai.” You turn around and walk the opposite direction.

“Should I get you an uber?” He calls out.

You simply wave your hand without looking back. You were glad y’all didn’t fuck anyways, learned the hard way of fooling around while easily susceptible to attachment. That’s how you got your heart broken. And you’ve healed, still healing, but trust is earned. and your time requires effort now.

you shut your apartment door with a foot and lock it before kicking off your boots. You pad your way to the living room couch, toss your keys on the nearest table and plop your face on the mattress. Your eyes sting at the despair of it all, wondering if this love shit is only magical for some. You bring your vibrating phone closer to your face, only to see that it’s Shikamaru. You sigh in contemplation, side-eyeing the TV across from you before reluctantly answering the call.

“Heyyy.” Your voice drawls out in a feeble attempt at sounding happy.

“How was your date?” He sounds groggy, like he just woke up from one of his daily naps.

You gulp, eyes widening in shame. “It was - uhhh.”

You hear shuffling on your friend’s end, waiting patiently for your response as he opens his refrigerator for snacks.

“Do you think I’m boring?” You whisper as if you’re unraveling this big secret about yourself.

The noise ceases on the other side.

“He dropped you, didn’t he?” He deadpans.

Your silence was all the answer he needed.

Shikamaru scoffs. “Fuck him. Don’t let some dude you only met 3 times ruin the rest of your week.”

“Mhmm.” You’ve heard people say that all too often for your liking.

“He said I didn’t excite him. Whatever the hell that means.”

“That’s really a drag, y/n. I’m sorry it didn’t work out for you. But you’re not boring at all, it’s his loss. Not yours, okay?”

You curl up in a ball and stare at your black TV screen, listening to your friend unwrapping a candy bar.

“Hey listen,” he takes a bite from the frozen chocolate. “Instead of sulking in your dark little hole waiting for another date, how about you come with Temari and me to meet a good friend?”

“Whoring me out again are we?”

He sighs tiredly at your lewd sarcasm, ultimately deciding to play along.

“Damn, was it that obvious?”

He takes a bite out of the hard chocolate.

“Anyway, he runs a dojo that his sensei founded. Called the Mighty Rock Dojo.”

“Stupid name.” You comment petulantly.

“Yeah I know.” He snorts. “We’ll pick you up at 10 am if you want, a change in scenery could help with your… perspective on life.”

“Nigga, just say I’m depressed. S’okay, really.”

“Yeah, well I think this could help, even a little bit. Didn’t you always watch those Bruce Lee movies when you were a kid? Rush Hour? The Karate Kid?”

“…yeah but-“

“This could unlock good memories for you. Make you feel like you belong?”

“I don’t fight though,” you reason.

“No need. Just watch.”

Your eyebrows furrowed in deep worry. While his offer is tempting, you did not see how attending a dojo would fix your love life. Maybe you could use some innocent excitement for once.

“Alright, alright.” You whine, cursing your schedule for making you free tomorrow. “10 am you said?”

“That’s my girl.” You side eye your phone: he hasn’t called you that since y’all broke up.

“And yes, we’ll pick you up at ten. Now go to sleep.”

After your friend hangs up, you set your alarm on your phone and toss it on the table beside you.

💚

You were not a morning person; eyes burning from fresh sleep as you ponder whether you should fling your roaring alarm across your wall. You didn’t really know what to wear at a dojo, so you decided on more casual clothing for the day. When you feel like you’re all caught up on your morning routine, notifications of Temari texting you to come downstairs pop up on your phone.

You greet the couple as you enter their jeep and sit in the back, enjoying the faint aroma of cinnamon in the air. Temari whips around eagerly to face you.

“You ready to see some sick ass-whooping?” She snarls.

“You know it, girl.” You snigger. She was a breath of fresh air, you like befriending people who were more unserious than you at times. And you were grateful for her acceptance of your history with her husband, regardless of her initial reluctance to do so. Y’all just clicked, and she eventually saw why Shikamaru kept you in his life after y’all broke up in high school.

The ride was peaceful; sun rays danced through the windows, a Lofi playlist tuning in the background to set a nice vibe. You’d doze off if you weren’t getting pumped to see what this dojo’s all about.

“So Pineapple, what’s this friend of yours name?” You quip, a shit eating grin adorning your features.

“Rock Lee.” Shikamaru grumbles while staring ahead, spiky ponytail peaking above the headrest. you call him ‘pineapple’ when you’re feeling goofy, and he hated that his wife started using that stupid nickname on him soon after.

“He’s been the master of the dojo ever since his sensei, Might Guy, retired 5 years ago,” Temari adds.

You hum in acknowledgment. When y’all finally arrived, your eyes droop a bit at how… unimpressive the outside looked. Very bland letters that spell out the black text of the establishment’s name. you wouldn’t consider it a dojo without the word dojo being on the big sign and the windows presenting what’s inside. You groan in pending boredom.

A ceiling bell jingles as you enter, the first step inside the dojo and your face is smothered with the pungency of feet. Usually, you would turn right back around with a cringe and escape such an intrusive odor, but the man before you makes it exceptionally difficult to move:

Beads of sweat decorate the contours of his neck and chest. An impeccable horse stance coils his body like a spring; perfect posture, plump ass sitting in a squat that shows the subtle bulge of his thighs through the fabric of his Gi; knees spread apart and each one bent at a 90 degree angle; left arm firmly folded behind his back while the other has his front palm facing him, slender fingers pointing up and pressed together like a blade. His hands and wrists are wrapped in white bandages that you assume would help secure the worn skin beneath. He’s in the midst of a match; his intense, unblinking gaze hold both his opponent and the onlookers in rapt attention. every move a display of disciplined grace and raw physical power. Every strike, every dodge, every block- they all hold tactical precision, unlike anything you've seen. It’s why he hasn’t taken a single blow. This is Rock Lee.

You don’t look away, leaning closer to Shikamaru.

“What technique is he using?” You mumble in fascination.

Your friend chuckles, sighing quietly after.

“Taijutsu. An ancient martial art that his sensei put on the map a few decades back. Last time I checked, this’ll be Lee’s 40th beaten opponent this week.”

“…well damn.” You grunt.

But how unexpected was it? he looks like an ancient warrior, like he loves every second of what he’s doing doing. Like he was born to do this shit. so much so, that all the physical pain it took to get him this seasoned seems a necessity for his strength. That’s why a dozen surround him marveling at his mastery.

The atmosphere is electric, growing anticipation of how this battle will end thickens the air. Lee’s opponent is bruised up, battered figure wobbling side to side just to cope with the damage already done to him. All Lee has to do is wait a few moments, not moving an inch until he watches him fall to his knees, and collapse on the matted floor. The victor blinks a couple of times with a deep inhale, you can hear the timbre of his voice when he releases his breath.

“Heh. Some things never change,” Temari scoffs with a knowing smile.

Relaxing his arms at the applauding crowd, Lee stands straight and bows to his beaten contestant, whispering a thank you for ‘showing his dedication and strength’. Lee slowly grabs his arm to help lift his body, walking him to a nursing room in the back of the dojo so he can tend to his injuries. An idea pops into your head, kicking off your street shoes to trot past the crowd for Lee. You decide that since you’re a medical professional, you’d assist him in his hospitality. You steadily get closer until you find the fighter looking in the cabinets for certain remedies.

“Got antiseptic with cotton balls?”

Lee jolted while still crouched under the counter, hitting his head against the hard surface. Your hand covers your mouth in mortification. When finally facing you, he freezes, eyes widening in wonder at your beauty. He’s been with a lot of pretty women, almost married one. And yet, none of them quite touch the uniqueness of your features. You are just stunning.

“I'm so sorry, I didn’t-“

“Don’t worry, my friend!” He chuckles sheepishly while rubbing the back of his head. “Just didn’t expect anyone to come in yet, haha!”

You smile at his reassurance, not expecting the depth of his voice; a low bass overshadowed by whimsical amicability every time he spoke.

“Ahh okay. Still have any antiseptic with cotton balls?”

“Oh, yeah! need some?”

“No, but your friend does.”

Lee lowers his hand from his head, turning his head to the man who lay on a thin mattress, and turns back to look at you.

“You want to help him?”

“Mhm!” You chirped, digging in your bag for your wallet to show him your license. Lee raises his hands up at your insistence.

“Y-You don’t need to prove yourself to me! I appreciate the help.” His eyes crinkle shut with a toothy smile.

You were thinking of ways to make it falter, like caressing the area where his neck and jaw meet or brushing your thumb along his bushy eyebrows. You could see how strong he is, and you wanted to feel it this time. You’ve never considered his textbook features attractive, but he makes them look too endearing to not like.

After swiping a bag full of cotton from the upper cabinet, Lee notions you to come closer with a wave. Standing beside him, you analyze the man’s wounds. Gently pressing your fingers throughout his body, you fail to spot any particularly tender areas. Lee hands you a cotton swab with a bottle of antiseptic.

“Nun too serious.” You murmur while squirting the solution on the cotton. “He’ll be fine.”

He nods with a hum, watching you gently dab the damp material on the fighter’s bloodied face. Your aura; it’s so calming, so mysterious- so you.

“What’s his name?” You ask.

“Neji. We’ve known each other since childhood.” There was a lilt of fondness in Lee’s tone when regarding the man you’re patching up.

Neji winces when you clean a certain cut below his crown, making you pause with caution.

“Oop, sorry Neji. I'm almost done.” You coo.

Lee watches in awe at how graceful and precise your movements are when treating his friend, the undeniable focus in your stare as you put your training to use impresses him even more. He couldn’t be that delicate with someone if he tried. If you were the last thing he saw before entering the afterlife, he’d accept death with open arms. You’re simply stunning. He clears his throat.

“H-How did you learn about the dojo?”

You look up in quick thought before flickering your eyes down to the task at hand.

“The Naras brought me here.”

Lee’s eyes glow up like light bulbs.

“Shika knows you?!”

You snort at the cute nickname.

“Yeah. We’ve been friends since high school. him and Temari thought this place would be a… more cathartic way to spend my time.”

You appreciated the couple for thinking of you, really. But it’s still kind of embarrassing that they know how much of a loner you are. Lee places a hand on his hip while the other rubs his chin, eyes closing to reminisce about a familiar time in his life.

“Ahh, I remember when I had nothing better to do than work at this dojo. It got so bad that Shika stepped in to show me a more casual way of life. I didn’t stop wearing my sensei’s hand-me-downs till last year!”

You giggled at how open he was to someone he just met. Lee didn’t expect your sultry voice to allure him so easily when you laughed. He wanted to make you do it again. He needed to hear it again.

“Yeah,” you agreed. “He’s like the dad friend.”

“He IS the dad friend.” Lee snorts.

While you both laugh heartily in unison, you wrap up Neji’s treatment and return all the equipment you used.

“All he needs is a few day’s rest and he’ll be good as new.” You look down at Neji who’s sound asleep, sighing in pride at your handiwork.

“My name is Rock Lee, but I’d like it if you called me Sensei Lee. What’s yours?”

“y/n. It’s nice to meet you, Sensei.”

You love the way he looks down at you with those big, slightly hooded eyes; like he knows y’all are already friends, and is patiently waiting for you to take the hint. His grin is so composed, radiating silent confidence.

“You’d be a great addition to our dojo, y/n.” You loved the way your name rolled off his tongue.

“…you think so?” Growing meekness faltering your tone.

“Know so! Every time I patch up my students, they say I’m too rough. But you’re obviously a pro.”

You quietly scoff, the thought of being a nurse for a bunch of fighters never passed your mind till now. Lee blinked a few times in concern.

“I can pay you, if that’s the issue.”

You shake your head abruptly.

“I already have a well-paying job. Plus I couldn’t do my best if it’s only for the money.”

“Yes, of course.”

He is too good at eye contact and manners. You begged yourself to act right.

“…I’ll think about it. What’s your number for the meantime?”

After he gave you his phone, you bid each other farewell. After reuniting with the Nara’s you told them everything that went down in the nursing room. Shikamaru smirks knowingly, turning towards his car.

“I’m glad you enjoyed yourself. Anyways, I want brunch.”

“Meals are on me for introducing a new hobby!”

“This is why we love y/n.” Temari sighs contentedly.

“Don’t get used to it,” you warned.

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[havin-fun-imagining-twd]

A measure of reverence, Pt. 2

When - about an hour and a half after you and Daryl headed off for another day of searching for Sophia, the morning of season 2′s Chupacabra. Part 2 is somewhat heavier than Part 1.

What - you get to a boarded up house and something isn’t right about it. That reveal from ‘What were your nightmares about?’ starts to come to a head.

Who - You and our mangy hick. I attempted a whisper of sensual tension and yes, y’all fight

Perspective - POV Daryl, POV You only twice. He takes over completely in the next one.

Pronouns - she/her

TWs - strong language, arguing, discussion of break-in, a child walker spotted, Daryl makes a sexist comment because he’s still learning and unlearning

Word count - it’s shorter like the Part 1

Be sure to read - What were your nightmares about?, and Part 1 of course. Why not cannonball into the whole series by checking out the Masterlist, slowpoke?

but are there terrible pictures? - always!

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Mid-morning

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Him

He didn’t end up nabbing a horse, he and Y/N took the motorcycle instead. It was the road they were searching first and the bike was way faster. And he didn’t want to ask Dr. Farmer about borrowing a horse because Dr. Farmer was probably gonna say ‘no,’ and Y/N was like “Dude, don’t steal a horse like it’s the 1800s. Let me go ask for you?”

Except, she was all hesitant to get on the bike at first. Kept staring at the gas tank for some reason. He didn’t think riding scared her. Didn’t she mention she’d learned how?

At any rate, they were off within a few minutes of the horse/bike debate.

Once they got there, he walked the bike to reduce the noise and save on gas...

...and the search was coming up emp-ty.

Empty houses, empty road.

Nothing but birds twittering and Y/N’s and his bits of conversation here and there. They called “Sophia!” every few minutes, and every few minutes they were let down again.

They didn’t search for supplies so much as cover as much ground as possible to try find any hint of somebody having come through.

“Those must’ve been the ones Otis checked,” she’d said, finally breaking what had mostly been silence for about half an hour. “Mr. Greene said he’d gone through to see if anybody was alive and bring back any survivors and to bury those that died. Not sure where the graves are, we saw, like, one,” she thought out loud. “But maybe most of them survived so went to a safe zone or evac spot?”

“It’s weird how there ain’t even geeks, though.” For this brief sec, he started to get creeped out. Where were the bodies? There had to be some.

“We’re callin’ them ‘walkers,’ remember. Way cooler than ‘geeks,’ like, literally.”

Always trying to lighten the mood, that one.

He actually knew (maybe?) how that nickname happened. “D’you know where that name came from?”

“Nah. Gotta say it confused me.”

“Came from the name for this crazy sumbitch at circuses who’d bite the heads off chickens.”

She didn’t even slow down, she full-on stopped walking and blurted out “What the fuck?”

“Yep.”

“Daryl, tell me you just made that up, that’s vile.”

“You didn’t hear Dale explain it around the fire that first night?” It was right after he told people about how he saw that chupacabra (he did see one, damn it) but people thought he was full of it.

She’d shivered as she tied a white strip to the telephone pole to mark the area. “Amy, Glenn and I got to talking about cryptid stuff with the kids after you said the thing about the chupacabra.” A smile. “Amy knew so much about mermaids and sirens.”

“How are we for time?”

She looked at her wrist. Dale lent her his watch again. “It’s only 9:31. High-five for this mighty good team right here, Dary-bear.”

After that, Y/N rested her hand on her stitches and looked at the property about half a football field away. “I think that’s the…that’s the one Mr. Greene mentioned.” She pointed. “Boarded up, closest to the road northside.”

From behind a big fir tree, he peered at the old house. The windows and doors were boarded on the bottom floor, clear on the top floor and attic. There were fruit trees in the big, woodsy yard. A large, faded shed. A tire swing and a metal slide. A kiddie pool. Overgrown tomato plants in what looked like a neglected garden.

A firepit. A compost heap. A chicken coop and run with a (ugh, that won’t be pretty) big gaping hole in the fencing. “What’s special about it, the fruit trees?”

“The family might, uh, they might could be inside the house. Alive or otherwise.”

A sensation like nausea swept over him for a moment, so he willed it down and he adjusted his grip on his crossbow.

“I’m guessin’ by the looks of it, it’s ‘otherwise.’ C’mon, let’s check it out,” he said. “They got fruit trees and kid stuff in the yard. If Sophia came by here, she prolly would’ve tried to go in the shed, at least.”

Y/N nodded and jogged toward the place—then shouted “Hello?”—and then started waving. Waving!

“Why you doin’ that?” he grated. He immediately started to pull her by her good arm back into the trees so they could approach less damn obviously.

Wrong move, because she wrenched it away and snipped, “Don’t you dare go grabbin’ people like that.”

He mumbled an apology (sort of) to be polite since she was his friend, but that’s it; because what was she doing? Fucking idiot. Since when was she that stupid? It would’ve been more to the damn point to superglue a target on their heads!

He said that to her, in fact, word-for-word.

Y/N’s muscles tensed up, just like before when her brother started spouting off about the search efforts. She licked her teeth, he heard her let out an exhale through her nose as if she were a bull about to charge, and the only way to accurately describe how her voice came out was ‘growl.’

“You better apologize, r-right fuckin’ now, you sorry piece of shit.”

Unfortunately, he let this fly out of his mouth: “You on the rag or somethin’?”

And she flung that shit right back at him: “Why? Lookin’ to get a used tampon shoved up your ass, bitch?”

He didn’t even realize she’d gotten up in his face until he felt her breath on his neck and under his chin. Hell, he could even feel the heat radiating off her body, she’d gotten real damn close.

But instead of looking all pissed off, her eyes got all wide like she was either alarmed or confused about something. They stared at each other.

Stared.

Swallowed.

Stared.

And it was the tiny, quiet, deer-in-headlights, shocked way she whispered, “Oh Moses, that comeback was disgustin’,” that despite his wishes made him lose it and start cackling.

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You

Of all things, his head bumped against yours when he burst out laughing.

It’s all good, though, it only served to break the tension more. You didn’t even realize you’d gotten so close until you felt his breath on your forehead but you were too taken aback at what had erupted out of your mouth.

Might as well make it more awkward, right? “For the record, I use pads and don’t have my period right now, though I finally did get it like two weeks ago,” you filled him in, letting yourself crack up a bit. At least the two of you weren’t having a catfight.

He groaned, “Goddamn,” and scratched the back of his head.

“Say, pookie?” you sassed, and earned a grumble in response. On second thought, you decided to leave ‘pookie’ more to Carol and stick with ‘mangy hick’ yourself. “Don’t go sayin’ stuff about girls and their periods, yeah?”

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Him

That the following words out of her mouth would be a friendly, not-fake sounding: “You’re a good man, I know you’re better than that,” threw him off. Being that this wasn’t the direction he assumed the conversation would take, he looked down at the ground and shuffled slightly while he wracked his brain for a response.

‘You’re a good man, I know you’re better than that.’

But before he figured out what to say back, she muttered, “And I named-called you and got in your face, that wasn’t right, but please don’t…c’mon, man, don’t call me stupid.”

It wasn’t just the imaginary knee that kicked him in the dick that time, an imaginary fist punched him right in the ribs, too. He’d been an asshole, a big fucking asshole. Part of him is wished he really did get punched when he managed to hush, “You ain’t stupid.”

He also apologized for the thing where he asked if she was on the rag, that was shitty. He was sorry he grabbed her arm and started to pull her, too, that was way more shitty.

But hell if a civil-ass conversation didn’t follow.

Story is: she wanted anyone who ‘might could’ be in the house who ain’t a geek walker to know she and him were friendly so that they wouldn’t shoot, and that the guy who just died Otis had gone by already and wasn’t shot at.

Y/N had seemed so sad. “They live right off a connecting route, how many people must’ve seen it, stopped, tried their luck?”

“That’s why I’m sayin’ go careful and quiet,” he stressed. “Outta sight.”

“We’ll still need to trespass and potentially break and enter.”

“And if they’re alive in there, you’re still a big-ass target when you wave.”

She nodded and exhaled. Wait, why were her eyes wet?

“When we get there, I’ll knock and ask if anybody’s home. If nothing, it’ll attract any walkers might could be in there, that way they’ll all be in one place so we can put them out of their misery easier.”

Interesting way to phrase it, he guessed. Why this whole schtick was such a big deal, he didn’t get, but ‘put them out of their misery’ stuck with him as they crept smoothly through the side-yard.

It stuck with him when he noticed trails of feathers all over, starting with one leading right from the clumsy hole in the chicken pen.

It stuck with him as they saw the side-door with a sturdy wood slab covering the knobs.

It stuck with him as he peeked through a plank to look in a window and saw what must’ve been the pantry.

He had to make sure about something. “That thing you said before,” he asked under his breath, “Y’realize there ain’t nobody ‘in there,’ right? That’s gone.”

“Dr. Jenner explained what happens, and we all saw the brain scan.” Her voice got quieter. “I-I’m trying’ to maintain a measure of reverence, I guess, for who they was.”

“A measure of reverence,” he repeated.

She huffed and whispered, “Don’t,” as she firmly tapped on glass. “Hello? We ain’t—” she paused and turned down her accent. “We’re not here to hurt anybody or rob anybody, we’re only looking for supplies and a lost girl. We can’t tell if this house is occupied or not.”

She banged on the window again. Called again. “We are going to come into the house if we don’t receive some kind of response that there’s people inside.”

Following this, he thought he was having a stroke for a second before he realized Y/N said something in another language. “Was that Spanish?”

“Just giving this my due diligence,” she mumbled, then rapped on the siding yet again, and loud. “Three people are going to break in unless we know we should not! If there is someone in there, make yourself known, please!”

Smart to add a fake third person and to stay pressed against the house to remain out of sight.

Annoyed as he was at all that bullshit, he found himself stopping from making any comments because her voice had cracked a little. He looked over at them.

His annoyance shifted into something softer. “You okay?”

“What? Yeah, I’m just bein’ an idiot.”

He took it on himself to knock and call “We’ll leave if we know you’re in there, just give a shout. We don’t want no trouble.” He hoped his voice sounded somewhat gentle when looked at his friend and shrugged. “Due diligence, right?”

Her expression was tense. “Was this how you felt before you saw the chupacabra? Th-there’s somethin’ not right here, and it ain’t just that all the chickens been attacked, there’s—” A few, loud bangs on the siding and one final “Hello!” and she looked at him, not bothering to finish whatever her thought was. Then she took a few running steps back to that window to look in between the planks like he did and suddenly jolted.

“What’d you see?”

“I just—I think it was a squirrel or a rat?”

Ah. “Guess that answers if anyone’s home,” he said, talking at a normal level now.

“How did those get in? All the windows are accounted for.” She started sprinting around the house, so he jogged along. “All three doors are shut or planked, too. Roof looks fine…”

That was a little weird, he had to admit.

“Daryl? I-I don’t like this.”

Curiosity took over as he squinted up at the top floor, where all windows were either closed or had an unbroken screen. He continued to walk around, checking the top floor and attic space, but everything was intact. “I’ma check out the sheds and the well, then let’s go. We’re wastin’ time.”

Well, the first one was a woodshed, so that was a bust. Nothing else could fit in there but a few more logs. In the second, bigger shed, it was pretty tidy and had the usual stuff in there like a lawnmower, storage bins, shovels, tools, old paint cans.

The way some of the storage bins weren’t flush against the wall made him pause. That thing Y/N said the yesterday about how they’d found foster kids sleeping hidden between furniture and a wall to feel safer popped back into his head.

Wouldn’t you know it, when he looked behind, there was a tarp positioned around two of the bins to make what looked like a small, concealed sleeping area.

It was good, it was real good! And based on the map, this house was close enough to the woods by the highway to have made sense!

He called Y/N’s name and started trying to clue together any other indication of what that was and if it really could’ve been Sophia and for how long she might’ve stayed. Again, he shouted, “Y/N, I’m in the shed!”

The high he was feeling felt as if five espressos were buzzing through him. Must’ve be what Y/N felt like after that coffee mix-up this morning, ha. Where was she? She had to get in there and see it!

He called her name a third time.

It was the way she croaked back “Daryl,” that had his bolt was notched and ready before he’d even left the shed.

“Y/N? What’s goin’ on?” He aimed his sights all around when he saw her.

But his friend was simply standing there, panting, and holding a giant (and unfamiliar?) pair of bolt cutters while she stared at something.

“Y/N?”

The word “the” was repeated five times when lifted her chin toward it and was able to finally spit out the word “hatch.”

He walked closer and looked down at the basement hatch.

“I l-looked in the window again and there was a dead one inside and—” she paused to breathe, and a slow string of words that didn’t connect enough followed. “I didn’t know how the, w-with the squirrel, so I, um, the, it’s—”

“Y/N, hey. Zen.”

Her whole demeanor had changed, especially from how damn cheerful she’d been this morning. Eyes wide, she waved him closer with her good arm and crouched at the hatchway. “Th-the pachysandra was coverin’ it, but the handle,” she held up the bolt cutters, “It’s red, it-it stuck out.”

It took him a few moments to see what she was talking about.

The cellar hatch wasn’t shut. A brick was holding it open. By the looks of it, it had been broken from the outside. The latch was snapped.

“Cockroaches always find a way in,” Y/N whispered.

Nausea splashed through him again when he reached for the crowbar that had been lost in the overgrown ivy stuff and put two and two together, along with what she meant when she said ‘cockroaches always find a way in.’

“You saw just the one walker inside, Y/N?”

A nod. “I stopped looking when I saw him. He was very young. I don’t reckon he would’ve been alone when…” She trailed off and drew her gun.

“Why do you need that?”

“Just checkin’ it again,” she faltered.

“That a silencer on there?” he asked in reference to the extra thing on the end.

She shook her head. “A compensator.”

He had no idea what that meant, but he did know she was most likely fixing to go inside and use that gun. Why, he wasn’t so sure of.

“Sophia ain’t in there.”

She ejected the magazine to check the cartridges. “I know.”

“Then what are you doin’?”

With a slide and a click, she loaded it back up. “Giving them rest and buryin’ them. I don’t know exactly what happened or w-what we’re gonna find, but I can give them rest.”

Giving ‘them’ rest. There was no ‘them.’

But instead of saying that or arguing further at what he should have considered bullshit and a waste of time, he was nodding.

“We go in quiet,” he said to her. Why, he wasn’t so sure of.

“You’ll help me?”

“Quietly.”

Y/N looked back at her gun and flicked off the safety. “I want this ready when we first go in,” she stated softly. “Please trust me.”

A firm “I do,” came out of his mouth. Why, he wasn’t so sure of.

Their eyes met. She nodded and rummaged through her backpack. Took out a flashlight. Her lips wobbled when she said, “I’ll take care of the little one, okay? You don’t need to see that.”

Looking back, it should’ve seemed foreign and absolutely batshit that he would be busting into a house just to put down geeks. And yet, he gripped the hatchway with one hand, gripped his crossbow with the other, and at her go, flipped the doors open.

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You

Time did that thing where it sped up and slowed down, and the strangely comforting feeling of nothing took over.

It was what you feared: home invasion. The residents had been alive at the time, or at least some.

The family in that house loved each other very much, that was plain. Seems they’d all caught the fever, too, unfortunately. The perps must’ve been sick, too, because they’d also turned. Everyone in the home had.

The grandma wrote a note, but the handwriting was hard to decipher, plus it was in Spanish, so you couldn’t make out too much of it. You’d folded it up and put it in your backpack.

While you and Daryl put them to rest, you counted the ones you put down yourself, thought of your mother, thought of the memories of doing this for your middle sister and her family, and prayed that you and Daryl wouldn’t get bitten in the process. You prayed the family in the house was in a better place, and you…you battled back and forth between inwardly telling the two who broke into the house that they were trash and deserved how they went out versus hoping that they found some kind of redemption before the end.

Maybe it was all a horrible mistake and they didn’t realize anyone was still living there. It didn’t appear at first glance that they surrendered once they found out, but...still, you couldn’t know.

Dale’s watch is ticking away, reminding you that you need to get up from the chair you’d sunk into.

It’s time to bury those poor people, and get back out there.

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teeny-tiny taglist :D

@spenciepoo338​ @its-freaking-bats​ @whistlesalot​ @bitterteapot

(don’t sweat if you want off or on the taglist, my mailbox is open either way)

#twd #twd fanfiction #The Walking Dead #the walking dead fanfiction #slow burn #found family #canon compliant #daryl dixon fanfiction #reader insert #reader-insert #reader insert fanfiction #daryl dixon x reader #daryl dixon x you #daryl dixon #daryl x you #daryl x reader #the slowpoke series

[hella1975]

my favourite ways of handling rude customers that wont actually get me fired but are still satisfying:

if they complain i love just really enthusiastically agreeing with them. like i pretend we're having a bitching session they're like 'the food was cold we waited for ages i HATED the meal' yadda yadda and i just nod along like 'omg that's awful no fr exactly im saying like' and more often than not they tire themselves out bc they're waiting on me to be like 'this is what im going to do to fix that/compensate you' and i just dont LMAO

just good old-fashioned harrassment. if you're on my shit list as a customer then that's it you're gonna get used to me. im checking your table every fifteen minutes. im forcing you into conversation. im waiting for you to bite into your food before i come over. im going to be so fucking annoying and you wont really be able to do anything bc technically im doing my job and who would use THIS of all things as psychological warfare... right?

for the super rude and demanding customers that are REALLY on a roll, i let them get a couple sentences out and then i just. cut them off. and really sweetly go 'oh im so sorry could you repeat that i didn't catch it'. it's insane how much something so simple can throw off their whole rhythm like it forces them to stop and think about what they're saying. doesn't always work but it at least slows them down

this one took me a while to start doing bc i dont actually have the authority for this BUT THE CUSTOMER DOESNT KNOW THAT. so if they complain about a specific past incident (e.g 'a girl served me last time and she was SO rude') i'll get very serious like 'what was her name?' and they're like 'what' bc NINE TIMES OUT OF TEN these people are just miserable and want to complain purely for the sake of complaining and kicking down, they dont actually want the confrontation. so i just stay very stoic like 'we pride ourselves on our service here and matters like this are handled very seriously. i could get a manager for you to talk to...?' they almost always want to drop it and i'll usually keep pushing it anyway just bc it's so funny watching them squirm when only 2 mins ago they were acting all high and mighty trying to make me uncomfortable over something ENTIRELY OUT OF MY CONTROL. ive only used this trick a couple times with customers i can tell OFF THE BAT are going to be wankers but not a single one of them have taken it further and it tends to placate them for the rest of the meal too bc idk they realise you're an actual human being with autonomy and not just a punching bag for light entertainment i guess

just a general statement here: if you're rude then im going to assume you'll find something to complain about either way. like the logic that 'the more i chuck myself around the better the service will be' is soooo flawed imo bc all it makes me do is figure i might as well make your experience bad on MY grounds instead of yours. im going to hold your food back. im not going to care about keeping your drinks topped up. is it good standard for a waitress? no it is not. but my other alternative is going down for battery and id rather keep the job on thin ice than lose it entirely

this isnt something ive done but my mum once had a really rude customer and she worked at a proper fancy place where the customers all wore suits and ball dresses, and she decided she was sick of this woman so when she was pouring her BOILING HOT gravy for her - mad that there are places where the staff pour your fucking gravy? - my mum 'accidentally' spilled it on her lap LMFAO

#spiteful behaviour that cant technically get me fired you are so beloved to me #you make my life so fun truly #hi ive just remembered im working the whole of april bc it's easter holidays and i dont think im ready to go back #like i love my job but also *gunshots* *explosions* *police sirens* *screaming* #hella slaves to capitalism

[vintage-bentley]

buddy i just don't want ANY romance in media that isn't about romance. media is oversaturated with it. i do watch gay romantic content sometimes because i'm tired of straight people monopolizing it! i watched red white and royal blue but all they did was bone every minute. it was fucking awkward and gross, and no, that's not homophobic! i don't want to see people fuck or passionately kiss regardless of gender or sexuality, i'm just a prude lol

You have every right to feel that way about romance and sex on screen. Personally I’m not a huge fan of sex scenes, they’re awkward to watch.

I just ask that you think twice before voicing this attitude towards same sex pairings. Because gay and bi people already hear this kind of disgust voiced about our sexualities and same sex relationships, because homophobia exists. We don’t want to hear it from you too, even if you take the high and mighty “but I’m aromantic and/or asexual and so much better than you nasties!” route.

It’s really frustrating that we can’t seem to go anywhere, even fandom, without people telling us how disgusting our sexuality is. I know you’re saying you feel this way about straights too, but 1. Straight people don’t often experience others being disgusted by them like LGB people do, and 2. The “b-but I’m disgusted by romance and sex!” argument seems to only come up when the topic of discussion is gay pairings.

Tl;dr:

homophobia is unfortunately a thing, and you should be making an effort to make sure you aren’t contributing or saying things that homophobes would happily agree with.

#wow anon aren’t you special #so much better than the rest of us! #go talk to the straights about it and stop complaining about gay romance/sex #also ‘media is oversaturated with [romance]’ #straight romance maybe. gay romance? absolutely not lmao #again take your grievances up with the straights #asks #anon

[insomnia-productions]

i don't know if anyone remembers that teen apocalypse show Daybreak that Netflix cancelled after one season but im rewatching it while i wait for Yellowjackets s2 and i just transcribed turbo's entire on-screen-text speech from episode 6 and im going a little insane. i love him sm

anyway here it is:

You all. Every one of you. My legion, my friends, my tribe. I see you. I know your names and I know your heart. I know who puts in an honest day’s work. And I know who slacks the system. You know it, too. You know who you are. I SEE YOU. And it’s to you, I say, I’m lowkey-not-lowkey ballistic. You trust me to give you everything, yeah. Food, shelter, warmth, weapons, leadership, safety. Even a beer every now and then. And in return, you know what I ask? It’s pretty fucking simple. I ask that you don’t murder-kill me. That’s how this shit is supposed to work. Fair exchange, right? I mean, after everything I’ve built here? Look around you. This is our school. Our public school. And a public school takes in anybody. I take in anybody. There’s always a seat for you on my bleachers. Doesn’t matter your former tribe. Doesn’t matter who you used to be. You’re safe here. I’m the eye in Hurricane Nuclear Fallout. I’m the SPF-120 protecting you from the heat-blasting sun. And once it sets, I’m the only warm blanket you got on these bitter-ass nights. I give you all this, and I ask the simplest thing in return. Loyalty. Loyalty and trust. Loyalty and trust and like an inch of respect maybe. But mostly, loyalty. And would it seriously hurt you to pick up the trash every once in a while. This place is a mess. And it’s starting to smell like foot cheese. Again: I SEE YOU. A quarterback can’t make epic plays without knowing where every single lineman and running back and receiver is. Same here, with you. My job is impossible unless every lieutenant and soldier and kitchen scut right on down the line is is doing their fucking job. Vibe me? Am I getting through? Well, guess what? Y’all betrayed me. Why? I didn’t build all this so you fucks could just take it from me. No way. You don’t own this. The second you do is the second you make it toxic. I’m reminded of the immortal words of that guy who said whoha in Any Given Sunday. [HE GOES ON TO QUOTE THE ENTIRE SPEECH. IT’S LIKE… REALLY LONG.] Yeah. That’s right. I memorized that whole speech. Took me a whole year. I also memorized the speeches from Hoosiers and Remember The Titans and Rocky IV and Cool Runnings and The Mighty Ducks and She’s The Man and High School Musical and Friday Night Lights, both the movie and the television series. So I know about inspiration. I’ll tell you this story. It’s something I didn’t understand at first but now I’m coming around to it. It’s a story my dad told me. There was this guy who used to make vases. I don’t know what they call that? A vaser? Maybe? No. That’s wrong. A sculptor. I guess that could be right. A potter? Maybe a potter? I wonder if that’s why the kid is named Harry Potter? Because he made magic. Like made it. What was I saying? Potter? The vase! Right. Those vases were beautiful things. And check this out… the guy would wrap and unfired vase in horse hair — then put it in his kiln. The horse hair would burn off and leave these black, charred scars. But to get the horse hair, the guy would have to pluck it straight from a stallion's tail. How baller is that? And every time he did, that stallion would buck. The vase-maker, vaser, potter — he was pretty good at dodging the kick, cause he knew it was coming. But more than once, the horse would get him. Knocking him in the face and shoulder. Nasty shit. He still had rolling shards of broken bone you could feel, where the horse shattered his clavicle. But Christ in a halo, it was worth the pain. Those vases, man. I know you think I’m a dumb jock, but I can appreciate a thing like that. Well, I look out at you all, and I think that’s what I have here. You’re the bucking horse. I’m the sculptor. And the beautiful vase is all this, Glendale High. Look what we have. But you fuckers broke the vase. And I’m not sure we can ever glue this thing back together. But I’m gonna try. I’m really gonna fucking try. 

#daybreak #netflix daybreak #I thought turbo was mildly interesting the first time I watched #but I was drawing so I didn't even notice this text flash across the scrren #this time I decided to slow it down and read it #and im. why's he my favorite character now #all this when he’s the one who stabbed himself too

[thequietmanno1]

TheLreads, Vigilantes ch 97, Replies Part 1

1) “Now it is time to return to our headache, it’s a vigilantes chapter! We’re about to the see the humiliation of tensei (I fucking love tensei) by the hands of Koichi. Let us see how many seconds this high-speed chase will take, on Chapter 97: Pursuers”- About 10, if we’re not counting the failed talk-down attempt Tensei made which took longer than the actual pursuit.

2) “And look at that, it’s the emissary of hell himself. Alright Koichi, you don’t even know what’s coming your way, but trust me, you’re not gonna like it”- Not even just dealing with the usually-competent Tensei, it seems Koichi’s also gotta deal with most of the top pros out hunting him, hamstrung as they may be by Furuhashi’s writing.

3) “Ok… This is not the neighborhood, because everyone in there knows Koichi vigilante name, but this imply that he’s well-known enough outside of Naruhata? Right. I hope I’m merely misinterpretating this.”- Koichi’s fame appears to have been spreading by his more visible acts of do-gooding, but that’s also the same reason he’s being chased right now, having gained a rep for both good and bad reasons. I guess we could have seen more of this in prior chapters if the series had lasted longer.

4) “Dammit Koichi, pay attention, we don’t want to add vehicular manslaughter to your criminal record.”- ….does Koichi himself now count as a high-speed vehicle when he’s in motion? Like, he could always compete with them, but would a collision still be filed under “bodily harm” if he ran over somebody?

5) “THERE IS OUR MAN, THE LEGEND, THE ENGINE

TENSEI

AND HE’S ALREADY BEING A NARC TELLING KOICHI TO SLOW DOWN, BASTARD WANTS TO GIVE HIM A TICKET”- Koichi’s casually broken more speeding laws than hero laws, and now it’s all catching up to him….literally.

6) “Now Tensei, although I fucking love you, I have a feeling that Koichi does not feel the same to trust you. You know, it’s not like there was almost three years of story to show you two being friends and bonding while jogging to justify this

but then again, nothing important happened on that timeskip”- I’m starting to feel like the words “three-year timeskip” will become your version of the “Bat credit Card” skit whenever somebody brings it up….so I hope your sister continues to mention it at every opportunity

7) “And Koichi of course doesn’t trust him, because being honest, why should him? From what we know they met like, twice, this has all the emotional impact of two acquaintances by name meeting after three years.”- I appreciate Koichi having the brains to not immediately turn himself in to the official heroes, but still not casting off his goodwill with them by continuing to flee, instead taking on a third choice of using the truck to maintain his escape velocity whilst also letting him have a conversation with Tensei and letting him argue his case. Even if it was a doomed attempt, Koichi isn’t as Pro-vigilante as Soga, Knuckles and the others (ironically) and does want to believe in and trust the official heroes. It’s just that this time, the stakes are too high and personal for him to take that chance, so however reluctantly, he’s gotta break the law to keep their illegal operation running until Pop’s safety is secured. 8) “Don’t even waste saliva Tensei, he won’t stop, the fact you allowed him to roam free for those last three years don’t necessarily mean much much considering that every single hero in town also never batted an eye to him, even though he technically is famous.”-  Everybody being willing to let Koichi “play hero” does make them mighty hypocritical now the situation’s turned dire enough they need to step in and preform actual hero work in his stead. In that respect, Fires Georg actually kept the correct attitude up towards Koichi the entire time. 9) “Can you, Tensei? Can you really? Because I wonder for how long you would be able to.

Here’s the thing, why don’t you prove you’re capable of by catching Koichi first? If you can’t catch a single measly Vigilante, what shot you have of protecting Pop from a villain?”-  Koichi’s rise in competency against (furuhashi-nerfed) heroes does unfortunately highlight Soga’s point about how their group is needed on this operation, because if the heroes aren’t capable of stopping Koichi, then Nomura will easily penetrate their defences – and the fact that there’s multiple heroes in play hero only increases his chances, because we’ve seen how expertly he infiltrated that big hero operation against Bee Pop.

10) “Yeah see, this was a good reason for not trusting the cops and the heroes but it pains me to have to swallow the fact it’s once again Soga being the voice of reason.”- At this point, what’s one more pain to the list? Might as well grin and bear it, cause we sure aren’t getting a sudden switch over to Bakugo being Koichi’s helper, funny as that would have been. 11) “Also, he probably could’ve already done that if he wanted, I think he’s planning something. That’s the only explanation for him not going up a building and then legging it the opposite way since you can’t do sharp turns easily.”- Since a lot of heroes, especially pros, tend to use Ariel support or parkouring around the city rooftops to get around whilst on patrol, Koichi going up high only makes him a visible target and puts him in their preferred hunting grounds, as shown by both Edgeshot and best Jeanist, whose ability let them semi-spiderman their way around. Sticking to the dark streets lets Koichi move quickly and mostly undetected, but with Tensei covering the ground he’s forced to go high or order to avoid the net.

12) “Huh, guys, a net? He can jump over it

and even if that fucking creppy-ass girl tries I doubt she’s fast enough to catch him 

what is going on”- Tensei and his sidekicks are cutting off Koichi’s avenues on escape on the gorund whilst letting other, more mid-air capable heroes monitor the area from above in case Koichi tries to go vertical as an escape. Demonstrating teamwork and trust even between different groups of heroes, just like a proper Pro should.

13) “And there he goes… Yeah, I knew that would be the case, they didn’t even stood a chance

Really, no air support to intercept him even though everyone by now knows he can jumps around and is just a minute away from actually being able to fly. I retract my statement Tensei, turns out you are an idiot.”- Tensei’s group is highly-skilled at cooperating in large-scale operations on a level ground floor, but we’ve not really seen many of them that can fly well, if at all. In which case, Tensei’s ok with allowing other pros who have skills that cover that gap to step in to subdue Koichi if words or force won’t convince him to submit. It’s honestly not that different from the kinda tactics Izuku’s pulled off with 1A and their varied abilities before, showing how success requires more than one superhero who’s capable of covering all possible types of situation. 14) “TENSEI PLEASE DID YOU SERIOUSLY CAME ALL THIS WAY TO CATCH HIM AND YOU DIDN’T EVEN BOTHERED TO GET SOME INTEL ON WHAT HE CAN DO NOW?

HE WAS INVOLVED IN THE SKY EGG AND FIRES GEORG RAMPAGE, THE HEROES SHOULD HAVE KNOW WHAT HE CAN DO ALSO, WHO ELSE DID YOU RECRUIT FOR THIS”- The heroes did know what Koichi can do. That’s why Tensei outsourced some extra help this time around….

@thelreads

#my hero academia #bnha #chapter replies #thelreads #bnha vigilantes #vigilantes 97 #Youtube

[rocksalt-and-pie]

due to popular demand by a certain someone, here's the story about my little hitchhiker from the other party's pov:

I live in an urban area. Buildings, streets, sidewalks, cars, construction sites, you name it. I fly out of the nest, boom, suburbia. I see humans all the time.

Noctule bat is what they call us, or, in this particular place, small evening sailor. Personally, i think that's adorable. To clarify: i have nothing against humans. They're fine. I don't necessarily want one near me and it's not exactly ideal that they, you know, take away our prey and habitat with their lifestyle, but they're alright i guess.

However, encountering an actual live human in very close proximity was something I could have done without.

That night, just like every night since leaving the nest for the first time about three weeks ago, right after watching the big burning orb settle behind the horizon, my siblings and cousins and myself went out to hunt. We are mighty hunters of the night, if I do say so myself. Nobody else can hear a beetle crawl from nine feet away. And that's just our backup plan, in case our sonar fails.

Momma and all the aunts have warned us about the road and the vehicles on there. They also warned us about humans. Apparently, some of them are not very nice. Sometimes, when we were very little, they used to tell us this old urban legend about a human who literally bit off the head of one of our own! Like, who does that?! that's just sick. That's the scariest story I've ever been told during the daytime.

Tonight, I was about to find out how scary they really can be.

I don't know how and why, i must have not paid enough attention to my flight route, something had distracted me, but i flew too close to the road. Out of thin air one of those human vehicles appears, hits me straight in the face, needless to say i get thrown off course (YOU get hit by a ton of steel at high speed, we'll see if YOU immediately find your way back to your headed direction), i don't know where I'm going, it hits me AGAIN, and now the real horror begins.

I don't know where I am. I find a spot to sit. I usually hang upside down and avoid sitting on the ground, but it's okay. I need a break. I need to find out what happened. I need to make a plan. I need to catch my breath.

There's a lot of weird stuff around me. Most of it feels soft, but there's crinkly stuff too, and it makes rustling noises as I'm crawling through it. Speaking of noise: there is a lot of it. I have very sensitive ears and the noise is deafening. I don't like it. For some reason, the urban legend about the bitten off head comes to mind, and i shudder. That's also when I notice the human.

I've never seen one that up close. It's pretty big, bigger than you can imagine, and it too makes a noise, sounding kind of irritated.

I know for a fact that humans can't fly themselves, that's why they created these vehicles that do it for them, and apparently I'm IN one now. With a human. We're flying through the night at high speed, faster than I've ever flown before in my life, faster than anyone i know can fly. I'm holding on for dear life, praying that I'll make it out alive somehow.

Soon, we come to a stop. I keep very still. Lights flash. I'm not a big fan of lights if I gotta be honest here, it's too bright for my nocturnal eyes, and i frown. The human moves. A second later, another light, the brightest fucking light I've ever seen in my entire life is being pointed directly at me, and the human looks me straight in the eye. It screeches. I've heard them making that sound before, especially the little ones, but i'm not sure what it means. The human seems pretty upset though. It startles backwards, makes a few more of those harsh noises and disappears.

A moment later, i feel a stream of fresh air on my back and i turn around because i can smell the night, i can smell freedom. Unfortunately, the human is there too. I don't know how it got there that fast but i think it's reaching for me and i panic because, nuh uh, not today, no way I'm getting my head bitten off, no thanks. The open space between the human and the vehicle is very narrow, and according to my calculations it's a broad move, but I'm very brave, so i decide to make a run for it.

I fly directly at the human's face. I HAVE to. It's the only direction to go. It doesn't seem to like that, it makes that high noise again and frantically moves it's freakishly large long limbs. I miss it by mere inches. It's not like i TRIED to hit it and it certainly would have made it easier if it hadn't moved but I'm pretty proud of myself for managing to avoid it. It's not like WE bite off anyone's- nevermind. We actually do bite off insects' heads fairly often. But none of us would EVER bite off a human's head, not even our far removed cousins that drink other mammals' blood. What I'm saying is, pull yourself together, human, I'm just a small creature of the night trying to escape from your vehicle of hell.

I've made it. I'm free again. My heart's beating like crazy. I'm heading back East (i know where that is because i watched the big burning orb settle earlier, and as legend has it, it's always set in the West as long as we can remember), to the nest, where the rest of my family is gonna hear one hell of a story.

I've survived an encounter with a human. I'm a fucking hero returning from battle.

0/10 experience, do not recommend.

#bat #bats #story time #Ozzy Osbourne #writing #<< i guess. sure why not #witch-for-ordinary this is your fault. enjoy #for everybody who hasn't read my report‚ context: a bat flew into my car while i was literally listening to black sabbath #mp #halloween #spirit of halloween #the bat story #the bat incident #batman #black sabbath #anyway bye. god the tagging process is so silly why do i cringe so hard everytime i do it. yes i want my post to be seen sorry lmao

[mileapokp1677]

Three Steps to Win You (Intermission)

Title: Three Steps to Win You

Rating: M

Pairing: Daddy Chan/Tankhun, Kinn/Porsche, Vegas/Pete

Category: M/M, AU Nerd-Jock

Summary: Accidentally, scientist Tankhun Theerapanyakul embarrassed footballer Captain Chan "Daddy" Knight in front of his coach, teammates and fans. He had to fulfill three tasks from the captain before his apology was accepted.

Intermission 

(Tankhun POV)

Saturday Evening -- Theerapanyakul Residence

Ding!

A new message notification rang on Tankhun's cell phone, and he checked it as fast as lightning. Frankly, Tankhun had been waiting for news since the BSFC match this afternoon ended. 

New Message from Caramello. 

Tankhun squealed and sat up on his bed in an instant while holding his cellphone to his chest.

For god’s sake, Tankhun Theerapanyakul, have some dignity!  

Tankhun glanced at the full body mirror located right beside his bedroom door -- well , he had to make sure he looked perfect before leaving the room, anyone got a problem with that!? -- and his reflection there showed that his face looked as pink as a flamingo. He did have a pair of long legs like one, for sure, but that didn't mean he had to match their colors every time he was in a situation involving the BSFC’s Captain, right? 

Wrong.  

Apparently, Tankhun’s predicament wasn't over yet, because right at this moment his heart was starting to beat faster. 

Over a message? Seriously!? 

It was a good thing, really, that he was alone in his room at the moment. Just imagine if Kim were here… Tankhun snorted. The universe really had a way of making someone repay one’s actions in the past, and it seems that now they were retaliating for the way he treated his friends in middle school, high school, and university. Tankhun was the one who always laughed at their silly antics whenever they received messages, calls, or even post-it notes from their crush. Look at him now! How the mighty have fallen.

Hey, self… SHUT THE FUCK UP!!!

Tankhun took a deep breath to calm himself before checking the message from the Captain. 

[Caramello]

Me and the boys have safely arrived back in Bangkok. We waited for the team bus to take us from the airport to the training ground stadium, most of us parked our car there.

Tankhun smiled as he read Chan's message and rubbed his cellphone’s screen gently. He didn’t need anyone to tell him he looked silly because he knew for sure that he looked like one for feeling so happy due to something so trivial. 

Last Tuesday Chan informed him that the BSFC will travel to two opposing home grounds in provinces that are quite far from Bangkok, and they will only be back in the city Saturday evening, immediately after the second match. The Captain must have been busy with pre-match practice and stuff, so communication between them had been minimal these past five days. There was no use denying it to himself anymore, Tankhun missed him, like mad.

[Tankhun T]

Too bad for the draw result for today's match but hey... you guys won the previous match.

[Caramello]

The super busy scientist makes time to watch our game? I must say I'm flattered.

[Tankhun T]

Kim is the one who’s watching, I just happen to be there as well.

He was such a liar, but no way in hell he'll admit to Chan that he purposely came home early from the lab and had an early dinner, so he could watch the BSFC Wednesday night’s match. Or deliberately emptying his schedule this weekend just to watch this afternoon match and tomorrow night he’ll even plan to-

Ding!

Another message from Chan. 

[Caramello]

If you say so ;-) I must say, getting 4 points for two away games that were just two days apart was not a bad result at all. But of course, 6 points better ;D

[Tankhun T]

You have something called emoji on your phone, you know that, right? Stop acting so old, Captain.

[Caramello]

Hey, sometimes, classic is better.

[Tankhun T]

Oh please… 🙄

[Caramello]

Okay, what does that emoji even mean? There are too many and I swear to God, I can’t never manage to remember them T.T

Oh My God, Chan, stop being so adorable!

[Tankhun T]

You’re hopeless, Chan. 

Same as you, Tankhun Theerapanyakul! 

This time he wasn't going to deny his inner self, because Tankhun really was acting like a teenager who was hopelessly in love. He rolled over on his bed, even stamped his feet on the bed. Nothing can save him now. 

[Caramello]

So, are you free tomorrow night? Porsche and Kinn invited me to a theme party at the Moonlight, I’m sure you already know about it. Wanna come?

[Tankhun T]

Yes, I knew all about it and already told Porsche and Kinn that I’m coming. 

[Caramello]

What time should I come to pick you up? 

[Tankhun T]

Can we just meet at the Moonlight? I have something to do beforehand.

[Caramello]

Are you sure? I can wait for you, no problem.

[Tankhun T]

I'm certain.

[Caramello]

Ah, the bus is here. I'll see you tomorrow night.

[Tankhun T]

Okay. Night, Chan.

[Caramello]

G'night, baby. Sweet dreams.

Tankhun was so close to kissing his phone screen (shameless!), but it seems like there's still a little bit of his pride left, so he held back.

Thank God! 

His inner self might urge him to kill himself if he really did that. Tankhun put his cellphone on his chest and then closed his eyes. He smiled. 

TBC

Sorry for the late update. I have a severe writer's block. A lot of things happened in RL, I feel tired all the time. So this is a super short one, I don't even call it a chapter, let's just call it an intermission or a filler (hopefully this is the correct term). I think writing something is better than nothing.

I also want to thank everyone who has taken the time to read this story.

#daddy chan #tankhun theerapanyakul #chantankhun #kpts fanfic #au nerd jock #fake dating #slow burn #slow build #kinnporsche #vegaspete #kim theerapanyakul #everybody is a footballer #team as family #fanfic #kinnporsche la forte

[anicekidlikeme]

Fuck you, Mr. Ireland.

What I am about to do feels like opening the biggest box in a storage room full of neatly packed items. I am going to be embarassed, and teary, but it's okay. Telling stories and retelling stories is such an important impulse, and I must set her free. For whoever is able to find this atleast.

I used to laugh so much that my throat would get sore. And I feel like i was a different woman then and I am a whole other one now. Everyone makes such a big show about being sexually assaulted. They call you brave, they say it is not your fault, and whatever else is in the manual of saying all the right things. Touched, ruined, decreased in value are more like the words I would use, but fuck, sexual assault survivor works too. I still cant find the courage to tell my mother, but it is nice to daydream of a reality where she finds out, holds me tight, says its okay and its not my fault. I want her to say she likes me. But that won't happen.

Therapy helps. It's evident. I have come such a long way from not being able to shower for days, not able to leave the home of my then boyfriend, not wanting to eat. God it sucked. I learned nothing from it. And I want to honor that. I left my friends behind just to run as far away as I could from what I thought was a big danger sign with a bomb on it. It's not so graceful wishing ill on someone, but jeez, I cannot fucking help it. You know he's in Italy right now? Or Spain, or London. Im not sure. He could be fucking anywhere and he'd be standing high and mighty, with so much power over me. I truly believe that if you wouldnt wish the worst on your worst enemy, you need worse enemies. This man is my worst enemy, and sincerely, fuck him. I wonder if he thinks I won. I wonder if he did win. My brain fucking trots every day thinking about that. I get so used to feeling bad sometimes I wish I could just lay down and watch everyday pass. Not reacting.

You wouldnt believe how many hugs I have gotten from my friends since that day, but not one felt comforting. It didn't make me go wow, it feels like im ready to put this past me. To start fresh. I set such a strict deadline for myself for when i should have been fully healed, but oh my god was that a stupid idea and a giant failure. I will probably have moments of grief for the rest of my life, and you know what, I want to fucking honor that too. My boyfriend and I were joking around the other day about what the worst crime ever could be. Of course he went with murder, and its no shocker what I picked. I told him so casually, atleast you get to die and it’s all over when you're murdered. With Sexual Assault, you are a victim forever. Sorry, I meant "survivor". Fucking bullshit word.

I am working on it, and everyday is better. But if anyone would like to hold me all day, wow would that be awesome. I could use a full day of being held. For the longest time, I felt such shame asking my friends for help just for me to be able to function normally. They are truly the most patient, loving and generous people in the world. They protected my heart with such gentleness.

I wish sometimes that I had so much money that I could make everything work out for me just the way I wanted. I choose to go back to New York and live in a large large apartment with plenty of windows. I'd ask Drew if he wanted to come. We'd live close to all my friends, and host dinner parties. Enjoy the city (which you can only do with 2 mountains of cash). In a few years, we'd have a kid, and move to the suburbs. I would love to make babies with Drew. They would be so smart, kind, gentle, loving, and talented. I have never felt that way before for anyone (Sorry past boyfriends). We'd start a cute coffee shop together, and live out the rest of our days with no worry.

Im not even close to having that kind of money, but thats okay. To have people in your life that make you want to imagine your whole future with them is so special. There is no way he won.

Fuck you Mr. Ireland.

[yoongiblunt]

I really got my job and some lil hoes from my job running around trashing me every other direction and I’m so Fuckin burned out it’s unreal.

I’m more upset about the personal bit than setting fired. I can handle that.

But me saying someone caused my relapse?

Me saying I was having this sexual relationship with my friends that wasn’t happening?

I can understand how the second one could have gotten melded into truth, I do. There were a lot of jokes made, but I’ve made those with the couple in mind and with them present. It was never disrespectful, or not by intention. So that really fucking bugs me that it got so far out of what I could control that it’s circling around this way.

But the first one is blatantly untrue and it’s an awful thing for anyone to be told. I hate that it’s something someone believes I said. Because I would never want something that damaging said about someone to be something that came from my mouth. We discussed all of the factors of using again together with each other, it was a really good night. One that I hold with a lot of care in my memory, and I even thanked my friend and tried to make sure he knew how much I appreciated him. He even got me an Uber home.

I hate that someone tarnished that memory. It didn’t deserve to go sour. I’ve never blamed anyone for my using coke. I’ve never once said it was his fault I relapsed. I never said that. And I can’t even defend myself. I can’t even work out how that got said.

Right now I’m dealing with my job lying about me, and if I sit here and publicly call these lies too, I just look like someone who can’t take accountability.

I am accountable for the jokes about our sex life, one hundred percent. I made the mistake of letting those jokes fall on the untrained ear, I’ve made the mistake of tellin them in ways where they’ve sounded like truths. Calling them my boyfriend and girlfriend for the bit was funny to me. It was all a bit, none of it was real. I thought people knew that. I didn’t think it would get twisted up like this. We have always had a fun flirty friendship, nothing sexual. Nothing real like that. It was just goofing around, I know that. So it’s difficult to be projected like I don’t.

The drugs part just makes me angry for them. How dare someone say something so hateful to them. Because that’s not just about hurting me, I can take my character being attacked. I can take being made to look like a creep or whatever. What I can’t take is y’all damaging two very decent people for the sake of spilling some tea. They don’t deserve to hear that someone they called a friend said they forced them to use drugs.

He was working on his sobriety. We had amazing talks about our use of drugs and our struggles with them. This narrative totally shits on all of that trust and care we built. And for what purpose? What did either of them do to deserve someone telling them something so fucking mean?

If you’re gonna go after someone, just go after me.

And I’m sure I know who said it.

They guilted me when I wouldn’t text him to get us coke when we were out. Said that I had just relapsed days before why was I so high and mighty.

I said I’m not, you can get coke from literally anyone, I’m not texting him when he’s home, not out with us, and interrupting his time with drugs he expressed wanting to use less of. They fucking threw their hands in my face and then started having a panic attack.

Then they went thru my room when I got home looking for coke.

So I know what that intention was. I know why they did that.

They were also mad at me for making it hard for them to get at him. I listened to them all night talk about finding a way to get him home, and I joked I had been sowing those seeds for years. It was light hearted. They were immediately catty and trying to be competitive with me all night when him and I were just hanging out and having drinks. They dominated conversations and shut me down over and over.

I feel like I know who said these things, but I’m not sure.

I have an inkling of who would have something against me. They’re angry, I understand, but it’s an awful thing to do to tarnish someone else’s memories with your own pathetic behavior.

I wish I could express to literally anyone the way this feels because it’s not even a little bit fair to them that they have to feel like someone misused their trust like this.

I’m just so sorry them knowing me has made things so hard on them. It isn’t fair. I just want my friends happy. I just want them to feel respected.

I would never say something like this. And I wish I could control this narrative better

Maybe I’m misguided. Maybe I just don’t understand anything at all, I’m not sure what to believe. I know the things I’ve said, and I know I would never say anything like this. This is,,, just out of control really.

I can’t even attempt to fix any of it because I don’t even know how. I don’t know who said it, I don’t know how you fix a lie. I’ve spent my whole year rebuilding the person I was, trying to grow and learn how to better handle hard situations so that I could be this better person. But it really turns out im not a better person. Im just as hopelessly confused about everything as I’ve ever been, and im worried that this is the way people will see me now.

Im not even really worried about other people, im moreso worried about them. I have a lot of good memories with them. I don’t want those to go away or hurt when I remember them. I don’t want THIS to be what my brain remembers, I don’t want THIS to be what comes up when they think of me. It isn’t fair that other people get to have so much control over you, your words, and how others see you. Because the person that was described to me was someone I didn’t like. And it’s worse because I know I didn’t say those things. So what am I even supposed to do?

How do you apologize to someone for something you didn’t do and how do you give them proper closure when you didn’t mean to cause this damage?

I just wanna do the right thing.

[lab-trash]

Villain Arcane

So, I think updates are going to slow down from here. I still have a couple of chapters in stock, and I'll post those in the next couple of days, but I'm still in the process of writing this.

Chapter List

“So, do you want to fly, or use my superspeed?” Marcus asked. Oliver shrugged.

“Speed, I guess,” He said. Marcus nodded before abruptly picking up Oliver.

The next thing that Oliver knew, he was in a dark, fenced off area. 

“This is one of m— Douglas’s old bases,” Marcus introduced, putting Oliver down on his feet. 

“Wow,” Oliver said, “It’s nothing like my mom’s base,” He said absentmindedly. Marcus laughed lightly. 

“Yeah, yeah, I know,” He said. “But, let’s face it, Douglas wasn’t exactly rich,” He said with a small laugh. 

It was weird. Marcus’s old facade seemed to have faded away by the time they were inside his base. It had drifted away from the suave, ominous sort of persona, to something that felt way more natural and normal. 

“And neither am I,” He added, “But this is what I have to work with.” 

“Where’s Chase?” Oliver asked, more out of sheer curiosity than real care. 

“C’mon, Oli, be patient.”

Ah, there was that persona again.  

“We both know you’re not here for him,” He said, crossing his arms. “I thought you wanted to join me. But if not, I can always just tie you up next to your little leader.”

“Augh, Chase is not our leader!” Oliver responded, seemingly by instinct. 

“Is that so?”

“We don’t have a leader, we’re all equals,” Oliver grumbled. 

“Seriously?” Marcus asked incredulously. “You guys are… equals?” 

“Supposed to be.” 

“Ah, there it is,” Marcus said. “That makes much more sense.”

“What?”

“Just the way Chase talks about you,” Marcus said, “Or rather, how he doesn’t talk about you. He talks about everyone else with such… respect and nostalgia. I’ve only heard your name… maybe twice?” Oliver grimaced. 

“Of fucking course…” He muttered. 

“Not surprised then?” Oliver shrugged. 

“Not really. I mean, Chase has always thought he’s better than everyone, especially me,” He said. 

“You don’t have to tell me twice,” Marcus said with a small laugh. “Luckily that worked out for me, but jesus christ.”  Oliver let himself laugh too. 

“It’s like Chase is trying to replace me. Suddenly Chase is Kaz’s best friend, suddenly he’s with Skylar— the only one that I didn’t have any connection with before was Bree!” 

Marcus just stared. Oliver didn’t even notice at first, trying to calm himself down from his little outburst. 

His mom had always gotten upset at him when he had little outbursts, whether they were from fear or anger. As Oliver got older, he realised how annoying that was, given that he probably got the habit from Bridget. 

But Marcus’s staring wasn’t at all like Bridget’s glare, the one that told him to shut up. It was soft— surprisingly soft for a supervillain. For an android. 

“What?” Oliver finally asked. Marcus shook his head. 

“Nothing,” He said. “I like your passion.”

“Wha— I-It’s not passion, it’s just like… frustration,” Oliver defended. 

“It’s okay to not like people,” Marcus said. He stepped a bit closer. “It’s okay to want people to be gone.” 

Oliver stepped back. 

It was weird. Marcus wasn’t being amorous. At most he was being gentle, but even that would be sugarcoating it. It was more as if he was genuinely trying to convince Oliver. 

And it was kind of working. 

“I don’t know…” He said, “Kaz would hate me if he knew how much I, uh, didn’t like Chase.” 

“So?” 

“So?” Oliver repeated. “Kaz and I are best friends, I can’t lose him.”

“Haven’t you lost him already? To Chase?” Marcus asked. “When’s the last time you two hung out together? For fun.” 

Oliver tried to think. Every time he’d come up with memories from Mighty Med or Logan High. There were only a few memories since they moved to Centium City. 

“You’re right,” Oliver admitted. Marcus huffed a small laugh. 

“I figured,” He said. Oliver rolled his eyes, but even Marcus could tell it was affectionate. 

“You live here then?” Oliver asked, changing the subject completely. He couldn’t tell if it was to get information, or to stop himself from thinking. 

“Among other places,” He said, “D…” Marcus winced quickly before continuing. “Douglas. Uh, he has a bunch of bases, paid for by his ex. Well, exes. And I have the locations of all of them programmed into my… self.” 

“What about the place in Centium City?”

“Oh, that was just luck.”

“The last place you were,” Oliver said, pointing back as if he were pointing to the actual location. “Was that a Douglas Hideout?” Marcus nodded. “If they find out you’re here, don’t you think they’ll figure out the pattern?”

“I dunno, that team of yours is pretty stupid without you and Chase,” Marcus said. “I’ll figure something out.” 

“Where do you sleep?” Oliver asked, looking around. 

Marcus began walking and motioned for Oliver to follow him. 

“I don’t technically sleep,” He said, “I’m not human, remember?” 

“Right,” Oliver said. 

Marcus opened a door to what basically looked like a small warehouse. He held it open for Oliver and let it slam shut behind them. 

“I sleep there,” He said, pointing to a structure in the corner of the room. 

“Oh, you sleep standing up too?” Oliver asked. 

“I mean, I am bionic,” Marcus said. “But if you decide to join me, there is a bed. For you. If you want.”

“Wait, seriously?” Oliver asked. “Dude, we just met. And I’m on the team of your enemy.” Marcus shrugged. 

“You don’t have to be.” 

Part of him didn’t want to be.

“And we didn’t just meet. We met like… last week.”

“Yeah, because that’s better,” Oliver snapped. It must’ve caught Marcus off guard because he full-on flinched.

Oliver immediately felt bad. Which he obviously shouldn’t be feeling. Marcus kidnapped their leader— not their leader, they’re equals— and apparently tried to kill multiple of his teammates and their whole family. 

Minus Naomi, presumably. Did Marcus even know she existed?  

“How long do you have to know someone before you do what you want?” Marcus asked, as if he was so sure that Oliver really did want to join him. 

The worst part about that was that he wasn’t entirely wrong. 

“That doesn’t make any sense,” Oliver deadpanned. “A-And how do you know I want to join you? I could go back to the Elite Force, I could bring them back here and storm your whole… stuff!” Oliver rushed to add. 

“So you do want to join me?” Marcus asked slyly. Oliver hesitated. 

“... No,” Oliver tried, but Marcus definitely didn't believe him.

He didn’t say anything about it though. 

“So you wanted to see Chase?” Marcus asked. “Or are you just feeling an obligation to your team?”

Oliver thought about it for a moment. He did want to see Chase, but it was also because of his teammates. They’d want to see Chase, so Oliver should want to see Chase. 

“I want to,” He answered, although it felt like a lie.

Marcus motioned for him to follow him again, which Oliver did. It felt weirdly natural. Following Marcus. Walking by his side, rather.

Marcus reached a modern looking white door and gestured to it. 

“Go ahead,” He said. Oliver furrowed his brows in scepticism. 

“Unadvised?” He asked. 

“I trust you,” Marcus said. “I know you better than you know yourself apparently.” 

The scepticism didn’t go away, but he turned the knob and entered the room. Chase was laying on a table, strapped to it. 

“Hey, Marcus,” He said flatly. 

“Not Marcus,” Oliver reacted, making Chase’s head snap up. 

“Oliver! You— Wait, you’re not in your mission suit. What are you doing here?” Chase asked. “Oh, wait. Nice try, Marcus. I know about cyber cloaks, I helped create them!” 

“Does it look like I’m wearing a cyber cloak?” Oliver replied, with a bit more edge than he intended. He tilted his head up and to the side to expose the patch of skin that was generally used to attach the cloak controls. 

“No,” Chase admitted after a small second of thinking. “Where’s the rest of the team?” He asked urgently. 

“They’re not here,” Oliver responded truthfully. No reason to lie. No point in giving Chase false hope. 

Although, Oliver could probably save Chase all by himself. He could use his superstrength to break the bonds and then Chase would have his bionics back. They leave the room, and honestly, Oliver wouldn’t be surprised if Marcus let him just walk out with Chase.

But if he didn’t, Chase and Oliver could definitely take him long enough to escape. 

Oliver’s brain said that that was the best path. That would work out the greatest for everyone. 

But maybe he’d been listening to his brain for too long. 

#sorry for the cheesy ending rip #lab rats #lab rats elite force #mighty med #oliver mm #oliver lref #chase davenport #marcus davenport #marliver #villain arcane #archive of our own

[itisannak]

Car Sex (Luke Hemmings Smut)

Summary: Luke and (Y/N), both college students, living with their parents, have to get creative to find some alone time. (Smut / Unprotected Sex /  Penetrative Sex / Public Sex / Creampie) (Words: 5.4k) (Request)

"Be back by 11:30." My dad shouts as I run down the stairs, heading to the door. "The movie ends at 12." I remind him, sighing over how strict he becomes when he knows I am going out with Luke. "12 it is then." He replies, peeking at me from his armchair. "I don't have classes tomorrow... And teleportation had yet to be invented last time I checked." I point out, crossing my arms before my chest. "Smarty-pants. If he brings you home a minute after 12:30, you are grounded." My dad tries to sound tough, but he is a big softie. I rush to him, leaving a peck on his cheek before strutting out of the door.

Luke has been waiting long enough in the car, longer than I would have the patience to wait for someone without pressing my hand on the horn. I did not expect to see him inside the parked pick-up park, but here I am, opening the passenger door to join him inside. "Wow, that is a first..." I comment, pressing my lips together to stop my laughter as soon as I am in. I just picture him as a hillibilly, chewing on a hay straw, and the mental image is enough to make me double over in laughter. "Shut up. My brother lent me it for the night." He explains, pulling out of the driveway. "Why does your brother have a truck?" I ask, pulling the seatbelt to fasten myself. "He works in constructions." He replies, turning his head for a quick peck on my forehead. "Right." I mumble. "What time does your curfew start?" He asks me, shifting the gears. "I have to be home at 12.30, not a minute later. It still fucks me up that I still have a curfew at 19 and you don't." I groan, crossing my arms. Luke shrugs, having a charming little smirk decorating his lips. "My parents had enough of setting rules for disobeying teenagers with my brothers, so I guess I had it easy, they never bothered placing one." He comments as I prop my elbow against the window's frame, supporting my head as I look at him. "There is no way your mother is that elastic with you. I had chills every time I walked into her class in high school." I really do exasperate, earning a laugh from Luke. I love it when he laughs; his face brightens up, and his dimples make him really irresistible, along with the crinkles around his eyes. I reach over, stroking a messy curl with my fingers, before pushing it off his forehead. "She is much chiller when you get to know her." He replies, resting his hand on my thigh. "I guess you are right." I sigh, feeling jittery at the way he touches me. "Pity I will have to take you home straight after the movie. I was hoping for some more time with you." He says in a low voice, almost like he fears getting heard. "It has been too long since the last time we had more time together." I reply. It would be a lie if I said I am not actively craving him. I still dream of his touch, the way he kissed me last time, the way he moved against me. "To be clear, I am talking about having sex." He explains and I chuckle, throwing my head back. "I am talking about having sex too, Luke." I reply, making him hum, pleased by my response. "We gotta do something about the housing situation." He sounds determined, which is just hilarious at this point. "Well, we are broke, college students who can only afford to live with their parents. I don't know if there is much we can do about it at this point." I reply, while his hand squeezes my inner thigh. "I am just... I just need more of you." He groans and I hum, feeling my stomach tighten at his words. "Can we talk about the movie? This is becoming... A little too intense for me." I bite my bottom lip, running my fingers through my hair. "Of course. They are showing the Texas Chainsaw Massacre." He states, letting his touch linger for a little longer before he removes his hand. I press my thighs together, trying to relieve some of the tension between them. It is hard for me to take my mind off Luke being inside me, kissing me, touching me, even with the prospect of watching a movie about cannibalistic psychopaths. "Why do you always pick horror movies for date night?" I groan, nudging his shoulder. "Because you always leave me in charge. And because the gore is the only thing stopping me from fantasizing about you." He replies, taking my hand in his and bringing it to his lips. "You fantasize about me?" I ask, feeling the tingly sensation making its way back. "All the time. My thoughts are just a never-ending movie of things I want to do with you... of things I want to do to you. And I am just trying to find ways to just pause that movie for a while." He admits. "Is the movie playing right now?" I ask, flushing as I wait for him to tell me. "You wanna know?" He asks and I nod at him, knowing my eyes are glistening with excitement. "Right now it shows the scene where it is Sunday morning, and we have just woken up, naked in bed. And I am just taking you in, in all your glory." He replies. "You are definitely giving me the PG-13 version right now." I point out and he shrugs. "I am keeping some of the good stuff for a little later." He winks at me, causing me to bite the inside of my cheek.

We purchase some popcorn and sodas from the drive-through kiosk before Luke finds the spot we are supposed to park. The back of the pick-up truck is facing the screen, which means we will have to get out of the car and climb onto the back. "I really want to see you try to get in the back, wearing that dress." Luke comments, picking up the snacks and getting out of the car. "I know you want to peek under my skirt, but gosh, don't be so obvious about it." I chuckle, hopping off the car. Luke waits for me in the back of the truck, holding his connected palms low, so I can step on them and go up the cargo bed. "You are a true gentleman..." I comment, leaving a peck on his cheek, before I step on his hands and he boosts me up. "Need help?" I ask him once I land just right. "I got it. Lay the blanket I have in there. And move the snacks, I don't want to knock them." He instructs, stepping onto the rim under the taillights. I hold the snacks tight as he steps in, dusting himself off. "This is actually nice." I admit, laying one of the blankets for us. "See? That will teach you not to laugh at me before you see my intentions." He comments, sitting down on the blanket, with his back against the divider. "You should be happy I am laughing. It means you make me happy." I reply and he hums. I take a seat between his thighs, leaning my head back on his shoulder, bringing my lips to his neck for a soft peck. "I promise to hold you tight at the scary parts." I whisper, knowing that I will spend the entirety of this movie with my face buried in his chest. "I will hold you up to that." He chuckles, leaving a peck on my forehead.

The night chill proves I am a fool for wearing a frilly little dress for the night screening. But luckily, Luke has predicted that and has brought a second blanket along, which now is covering our laps. "You look mighty cute in the cinema lights." Luke whispers, stroking my hair softly. "You are supposed to be focusing on the movie, not me." I laugh, trying to keep my voice low so I don't bother the rest of the viewers. "You are far more interesting than any movie." He replies, turning my head to plant a kiss on my lips. I smile against his lips, parting my mouth so he can slip his tongue past my lips. His hand softly grazes my face, and I then decide to turn around and straddle his lap. "You can't do that to me." He groans, throwing his head back. That gives me access to his neck, which I take advantage of and trail with kisses. "Why not?" I ask, pouting at him. "(Y/N), please... This is torturing. It has been too long since we had sex. I am craving you, and this is not helping me." He replies, while my hands move to his hair. "I am craving you too. I need you." I whine, earning a sigh. "I need you too. But we don't have the time nor the place to do that." He replies, and I shake my head. "What about right here, right now?" I ask, making him tilt his head and look at me, with eyes glazed in excitement. "You mean...?" "Who's going to see us? And don't say the movie is more interesting than me..." "Fuck the movie." He groans, bringing his hand to trace my thigh, stopping on the hem of my dress. "I'd rather you fuck me." I reply, earning a smirk from him. "This is risky." He comments and I shrug. "You love it, don't you?" I ask and he hums. He throws the lap blanket aside, laying me with my back on the blanket laid on the floor of the cargo bed. "You will have to be very quiet..." He states, stroking my cheek softly. "You are the one to talk..." I mumble before he leans down to kiss me.

He clumsily fumbles with the lap blanket, covering us for a mock discreteness, even though we both know a blanket will do nothing. He roams his hands from my face to my sides and then retires them on my thigh. I prop my leg up, wrapping it around his waist. "You are so soft." He moans against my mouth, squeezing my thigh softly. My lips curl into a smile, feeling goosebumps crawl onto my skin. "Oh shit." He groans, making me look at him with a furrow on my brow. "What? What happened?" I ask, watching as his face twists in frustration. "Condoms are in the glove compartment. I have to go back in the car." He groans, throwing his head back. "It is ok... We don't need one." I state, feeling my core becoming warm at the thought of him sliding inside me bare. "Are you sure about this?" He asks me and I nod. "It is not a risky day. I need you." I almost beg, causing him to chuckle at me, as his hands work his pants to free his cock. "I will just... Push your panties aside... No one will know what we are doing." He mutters, spreading my legs more, propping them around his waist. Blindly and clumsily, he tries to line up his tip to my entrance. The only lights come from the light poles around the parking space, and of course, the projector playing the movie, so there is almost only darkness surrounding us. Luke finally manages to slip inside me, moving slowly so the car doesn't rattle and bring any suspicion on us. "Shit, you feel good." He whispers by my ear, planting a peck on my earlobe. He buries his face in my neck, nibbling on my skin as he begins rocking his hips on mine. It takes me a moment to get my mind off the catastrophic thought that we are going to get caught, but the moment the first moan slips from his lips, I feel chills crawl down my spine. "Oh, God." I mumble, finally feeling his cock stretching me, with each thrust making me wetter and wetter. "Shh, we have to be quiet, remember?" He playfully reminds me, passing his tongue over the spot he was sucking on a second ago. "Buzzkiller." I whisper, but it soon turns into a gasp as he thrusts his whole cock inside me, making me pulse around him. I have to bring my hand to my mouth as Luke backs out and thrusts in again, this time with more force than before. I bite onto my palm, preventing myself from making a sound as Luke tries to find a rhythm for us. We both know this cannot last as long as the last time did; in contrast to the time we stayed up all night fucking, we will now have to be done in less than 10 minutes. "The way you take my cock is going to be the death of me." He mumbles as I buck my hips up to meet his thrusts, trying to find an angle for his cock to hit my spot. Luke groans softly, placing a hand under the small of my back to support me. "We are fucking under the stars." I giggle softly, squeezing myself around him. "I am going to find us a house, I promise you that." He slams his hips on mine, making the car move a little. "Careful." I groan, but the way he is rocking his hips on mine makes my mind fuzzy around the edges. We have to pray the people around us are too focused on the movie, or else we are putting on a show for them. Luke brings on hand from under my back to my cheek, touching it softly. "You feel so good around me, baby." He says raspily as I move my hips in a soft circle. The top of his cock brushes against my clit and I feel myself tighten around him. I muffle a whimper, closing my eyes tightly to focus on anything else but the way he feels inside me. "I can feel you here." I grab his hand and let it press on my lower stomach, right at the nook where I feel the impact of his thrusts. Luke strokes his thumb over that spot, giving me a slow, deep thrust, looking mesmerized by the way my stomach inflates and falls as he fucks me. His hand travels under my dress, heading straight to my breasts, cupping them and stroking his thumbs over my nipples. I whimper and shudder, bucking my hips against his and taking his cock more inside me. "You are going to fuck yourself on my cock, princess?" He asks cockily, pinching my nipple between his fingers, pulling at it sadistically slow. "Will you fill me up, daddy?" I ask him back; two can play this game. I can see his eyes sparkle at my question, even in the dark night. "Shit, (Y/N)... I am going to cum..." Luke groans by my ear, making me tighten around him in surprise. "Cum, please. I want to feel all of you inside me..." I groan, my mind becoming clouded by my need for him. "But you are not there yet..." Luke protests. "You have a mouth, don't you?" I ask him, heaving for breath. Luke chuckles and looks at me amused, before slamming his hips on mine, pinning me down to ravage me. Luke brings his face to my neck, muffling himself by biting onto my skin. I gasp in shock, the slight sting of pain sending waves of electricity down my body. "I am going to fucking wreck you... I am going to fucking ruin you for everyone else. You are mine... Just mine. " He groans, gluing his hips on mine as he cums, hissing as he reaches his high. It takes him a moment of grunting and breathing funny before he cups my face and kisses me harshly. "I am going to make you feel good, princess. I promise." His voice is still heavy and groggy from his orgasm, and he sounds so chillingly sexy, contrasting the loud chainsaw buzzing that goes off every couple of minutes in the movie.

He parts from my lips and slides down my body, spreading my legs more and fixing himself between my thighs. He traces my slit softly, watching me as I still pulse from the loss of contact. He uses his fingers to part my lips, revealing my entrance and my clit to him. He wastes no time lapping up his tongue on my sex, moaning as he tastes us mixing together. I smile to myself and look up at the night sky, taking in the pretty little stars as Luke curls his tongue on my entrance, gathering the pooling wetness and his cum on the tip of his tongue. He brings the tip to my clit, teasing it in slow, agonizing circles, making me jolt at every single one of them. Once he sees I am teased to a sufficient level for his liking, he wraps his lips around my clit, suckling on it hungrily. My breath gets caught in my lungs and I am baffling between bringing my hand to my mouth to stop any sounds from escaping or tangling my fingers in his hair, pulling at his locks, and guiding his mouth where I need him. "Luke..." I whine, messing my fingers in his hair, contrasting the intensity that courses through my body with the softness of his curls. Luke hums in approval, flicking his tongue against the head of my clit. I press my lips together and roll my hips in the air as my orgasm explodes inside me, spreading on my body. I try my hardest not to make a sound, nor move too much that the car squeaks. Luke moves up from between my thighs after he fixes my panties over my core. He leans in, kissing my lips softly. I realize that I have been smiling since I hit my orgasm, but only after Luke mimics my smirk. "I am going to find us a house." He announces again, tracing his hand softly over my cheek. "Yeah, we need one." I agree, moving my tongue across my bottom lip, tasting us together. "Do you think anyone saw us?" Luke asks, rolling next to me. I fix my head upon his chest, letting myself hear his heartbeat. "As long as we do not end up on a pornsite, I am not that mad if they did." I reply and he chuckles. "Kinky... I like that about you." "You like what about me?" I ask, cocking an eyebrow. "You are always up for testing your limits." He replies and I hum. "I wish we could sleep together tonight." He sighs, pecking at the top of my head. "I think my dad will neuter you if you show up at my house for a sleepover. And your mom will probably bound me in your basement and torture me for seducing her benjamin." I giggle and he scoffs. "My mom is not a monster." Luke protests playfully. "I don't know. Her nickname was Charybdis in high school." I mumble and he punches my arm playfully.

"Will you call me before bed?" Luke asks me as he parks in front of my house. "Do you want me to?" I ask him, undoing my seatbelt. "Since I can't sleep with you tonight, at least I would like us to do it over facetime." He shrugs, tapping the tip of my nose softly. "I will certainly facetime you then. I will see you on Tuesday, won't I?" I ask and he nods. "Ok then. Talk to you in a bit." I bite my lip before I lean in to plant a soft peck on his lips. He waits until I am inside the house to take off, which brings a smile to my face. He cares a lot and he is really protective, without crossing any boundaries. "Did you have fun at the movies?" My dad asks, making me jump at the sound of his voice. He has stayed exactly where I left him, which is a little creepy. "You scared the shit out of me, dad." I gasp, touching my chest and feeling my heart pounding. "We saw the Texas Chainsaw Massacre. Not really my style, but it was ok." I reply and he hums. "If you wake up screaming in the middle of the night because you had a nightmare, I will know who to blame." He goes back to watching TV. It is not a secret that my dad does not really like Luke; he thinks of him as a devil in the disguise of an angel. "Goodnight dad." I run up the stairs to take off my makeup and get ready for my night call with Luke.

I tap my fingers nervously as I wait for Luke to pick me up. We are supposed to head for a dinner date, but I am not sure we will go through with it. Luke's car pulls up in front of me, and I rush inside, earning a look of surprise from him. "I was ready to wait for you at least 15 more minutes." Luke chuckles, helping me with my seatbelt. "Can you find a space somewhere a bit private?" I ask him, earning a hum from him. "I will be happy to..." He starts the car, aloof to my jitters.

Luke parks behind an elementary school, which seems abandoned for the day, before he undoes his seatbelt and turns to look at me. "It will do for now, don't you think?" Luke asks, cocking an eyebrow at me. "We need to talk." I state, making his face drop. "Oh. That sounds a little ominous." He replies and I nod my head. "I am late." I just let it out, dropping the bomb on his lap now. "Late for what? Do you have to be somewhere before our date?" He asks. I roll my eyes and rest my head back on my seat. "Luke..." I sigh. "What?" He asks, frustrated over my reaction. "My period is late. I might be pregnant." I explain and he looks at me dumbfounded. "Are you sure?" He manages to utter after a second of just staring. "My tracker says I am a week late. And I am never late, not this long. I am freaking out." I sniffle, my hands bunching up my cardigan. Luke stays silent, starting the car again. I feel awful in this silence but I understand he needs time to process it. It took me two days to swallow this, he deserves at least a couple of minutes to even begin thinking about it. It itches me on the inside to just ask him to say anything, but I decide to control myself. Without a word, he parks the car in front of a pharmacy and exits the car. It would make more sense for him to slam the door on the way out, but he didn't. I cannot find a way to translate his coldness and it pains me to sit here without a clue. He is gone for a little over 10 minutes but it felt a century to me. I don't dare ask him what he bought, so the car sinks in silence again.

The next stop is at a totally strange house to me. Luke helps me undo the seatbelt, still silent, and motions me to follow him. He unlocks the door to an apartment, letting me go in first. "What is this place?" I finally have the courage to ask once we enter the poorly furnished place. "I told you I would find us an apartment. I wanted to tell you at dinner, but I guess..." He replies, handing me the paper bag from the pharmacy. "Is it what I think it is?" I ask and he nods. "Luke, I am scared." I admit and he sighs. He wraps his arms around me, pressing his lips softly on my forehead. "I am too. But we need to face our fear. Or it will catch upon us." He replies, stroking a piece of hair behind my ear. "Come on. I will be right outside." He guides me to the small bathroom, giving me a small smile before I shut the door. It is such a lonely process doing this. I know Luke is waiting for me, I know that he is here for me, right outside the door that divides us, but I feel so alone. It is nerve-wracking, having to wait even a moment for the test that will define the rest of my relationship with Luke. There is a soft knock on the door, Luke's knuckles must barely even touch the wooden furniture. "Did you do it?" He asks nervously, but not demandingly. "I am waiting for the result." I sniffle. "Would you like me to come in and wait with you?" He asks. "No. I will be out in a minute..." I am too upset myself to have Luke's nervousness right now. "Ok, love." He sighs, giving up. I know he is trying to comfort me and this is the best way he can think of doing so, but it is just... I don't know if it is too much or too little.

The timer goes off and I know that I have to face the little plastic stick at last. It is so stupid that I am terrified by a piece of plastic, but I feel a tug at my heartstrings just at the thought of what the result might be. I peek at it, finding the word 'PREGNANT' on the little digital screen. Fuck. "Can I come in?" Luke asks. He must have heard the timer too so he knows the test has shown a result. I am too emotional to answer him, all I want to do is cry. How did that happen? Fuck, why did it happen now? We were always careful and we barely ever had a place to be just the two of us. God, that night at the drive-in... I was stupid enough to tell him it didn't matter going bare. Luke barges into the bathroom after my lack of response, his eyes instantly falling on me. He sighs understandingly, moving closer to me and wrapping his arms around me. "It's ok... It's all ok, love. Please, stop crying." He tries to soothe me, but it will take more than a hug and his soft voice to calm me down. "I've ruined both our futures..." I moan, my voice barely coming off. "No, no, you didn't. It is my fault too. Hey, we are going to be alright. She's gonna be apples, you'll see." He cheers, rubbing the small of my back soothingly.

My obstetrician could only see me 2 days after I took the test. Despite me wanting to rush to the first person with an available appointment, Luke told me that 2 days wouldn't hurt and we should go to the one I trust. And now as I am feeling in the form of family history and reason of the visit, Luke is sitting next to me, almost completely unfazed, as if his life is not about to tumble down. "How can you be so calm?" I ask him, annoyed by how cool he seems. "I am not." He replies, not even turning to look at me. "You are. You are awfully calm and cool for someone who is going to be a father before he finishes college." I whisper the last part, even though it is just us in the waiting room. I have been tiptoeing around admitting my pregnancy, not even daring to say it to myself out loud. "You think I am not panicking? You think I am not about to have a nervous breakdown? But I have to keep calm and be here for you. You are a mess, (Y/N)." He says through gritted teeth. "Well, I am sorry this is too much for me. I will try my hardest not to let my mess affect you." I snap, moving to a chair away from him. "I didn't mean it that way..." He protests and I hum, scribbling on the form fast.

The doctor calls me in her office, finally ready to exam me. Luke follows suit, asking her if it is ok to join us too. "Is it ok with you, (Y/N)?" She turns to me. "I really couldn't care less." I mumble, climbing onto the exam bed. Luke walks in, standing in the corner of the room awkwardly. "I will need you to take your jeans and underwear off for this." She instructs me and I nod. "Your urine sample gave us a positive pregnancy test, so I will have to go transvaginally to see the fetus. We have done this in the past, but you will feel slight discomfort when I enter the prob." She states, prepping the little wand. I feel as if I want to throw up, this ordeal has been stressing me out a lot. "Ok. Are you ready?" She asks as I lay on my back. I nod my head and take a deep breath, boosting myself for the exam. Pushing past the initial discomfort, I turn to look at my doctor as she looks at the screen with a frown. "Do you have any symptoms?" She asks me, looking at the ultrasound carefully. "No, other than my period being late, no." I reply and she hums. "You took a home test?" "Yes, it came back positive. Is everything ok?" I ask her. "Well, you are not pregnant. But you have a positive home test and a urine stip test. So my guess is there is proteinuria and that is why we had 2 false positives. I will order you a lab work for that, just to rule things out, but I think it might be stress-related." She replies. "I am not pregnant?" I ask, my heart skipping in relief. "You are not." She replies. "Are you sure?" Luke asks for the first time since the exam started. "I am very certain you are not expecting. Based on your reactions I will say congratulations, you are not pregnant." She chuckles, handing me a couple of tissues to clean up. "I will leave you to get dressed and go order the lab test. You can pick it up from my receptionist." She smiles at us before she leaves the room.

After the doctor's visit, I was craving ice cream, so Luke drove me to my favorite place for a strawberry soft serve. Since our date night was canceled from my pregnancy scare, we decided to take advantage of the nice weather and take a stroll at the park. He holds my hand in his as we both lick our ice cream as if the last couple of days didn't happen. "We are not having sex again without a condom." I lean my head on his shoulder as he hums in agreement. "That is certain." He adds. "I am sorry I was so... messy the last couple of days." I apologize and he shrugs. "It is one of the things I love about you." He brings my hand to his lips, pecking it lightly. "For what is worth, you were an excellent partner and you handled this scare probably the best way possible." I comment and he sighs. "I was scared beyond words. We are too young to become parents." "I agree. We barely have a place to be alone..." I point out. "Well, we do have it, though." He says, making me bite the inside of my cheek. "I really liked the space, from what I remember seeing..." "I am glad you did. Cause I plan on spending a lot of time in it with you." He plants a kiss on my forehead, making me feel my face get hot. "We never learn, do we?" I chuckle and he shrugs. "I think we learned our lesson." He takes a long lick of his dessert.

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