#its so funny that like half the people in town went to kill him

[applesontheground]

Hey! Ik this is weird and all but can you write about Patrick Bateman cheating on you with a random person and y/n finds out and leave Patrick for Paul Allen and Patrick doesn’t like that so he stalks y/n everyday and then one day kill Paul Allen?

ooh, okay! i really liked this prompt ngl... i hope you enjoy it as much as i did thinking it up lol!!

always coming and you'd never have a clue 💼

NSFW | Word Count: 1,323 | Patrick Bateman x GN Reader

contains canon typical/hints of violence, A LOT OF INFIDELITY, implied stalking+paranoia, phone sex, masturbation, as always patrick bateman comes as his own warning

🎼: x

Calling this a rebound was an understatement, and you realized that the more people you slept with from the same firm, the harder it would be to get out as a whole. Still, you had to move on, and the first step to doing that was to snuff whatever this had become between you and Paul Allen.

Fidelity was not a game many people liked to play. It didn’t take someone who worked within Pierce & Pierce to know that. Across the street, you fiddled with PR disasters that had fallen from grace and came from all directions, stumbling into your hands from those who had no place to be in the public eye. The fact you still found out the inner workings of your neighbors’ social caste was rather funny, almost fitting, but what could you say?

You knew people. You knew them well.

It had started with the affair with VP Patrick Bateman, someone who was anything but what he seemed on a surface level. You wouldn’t think that those profane thoughts – sick desires of his that drowned any normalcy in his mind and alienated him from the world at large – would be his most striking feature. Even now, you hadn’t spoken in two months and his voice still hung in your mind. It was as though he haunted the streets you walked to and from home and the workplace.

Always out of sight, you’d glance over one shoulder and the reflection in the window would startle you. Most mornings, you could still imagine the angle of his jaw, the lifeless brown eyes that made you cringe in a secondhand terror that intrigued you all the same. You’d never say it aloud, but he still brought a strange side out of you. As though you had to keep reigning back into what made you human, reminding yourself of ‘standards’.

Not enough standards to keep from sleeping with Allen, but nonetheless a line that you had to insist on until it was true.

How Paul had known things were on the rocks with Bateman, you weren’t sure. Word got around almost as easy as everyone seemed to cheat on each other, especially when it was part of your job to know others’ business. In the context of your work, you realized a client was in hot water for also being charmed by that well-kept smile, and those pristine features that had strung you out all the same. It was what brought you to hold stifled breath in your throat from one too many cocktails on a Friday evening, an invitation for Allen to stroll up and ask what you were doing letting yourself have a night alone.

It should’ve been the first sign something went sideways when he hadn’t been at work for a few days. There’d be no luck trying to pry the details from his coworkers, seemingly unable to hold a conversation that wasn’t about personal gain or how nice you looked that particular day. You knew the glassy eyes, the ‘He’s just out of town, went on business to London for the week. Did you see what happened with…’

The phone rang at your desk, making you throw your current paper packet down and hover over its cradle for a second with a careful hand. Half-convinced it would be the police wanting to question when you had last seen him, likely hearing you had slept with him just a few nights prior, you picked it up.

“[Y/N] [L/N], PR consultant. How can I-”

“Did you hear that I killed him?”

He didn’t even let the façade rest in the receiver as he spoke to you. The first time in two months. You couldn’t deny that honest twinge that you rarely heard from anyone this side of the block. It wasn’t necessarily afraid, but it trembled to have heard you had actually spoken, and that you were hanging on long enough to stay on the line. You swallowed hard, giving a cautious glance to your closed office door as you asked, “B-Bateman?”

“[Y/N], I couldn’t stand the way he thought he had you around his finger. I knew he didn’t, and I’m positive that you know it too. I showed him what that really meant to get a one-up on me. I fucking murdered him, and I loved every goddamn second of it.”

That terror gripped you right in the stomach, like your muscles pressed it into your spine while you adjusted in your chair. Forgetting the passing coworkers outside, the blinds half-closed so they wouldn’t see anything besides your downcast eyes at your desk, you sucked in a breath and realized this fear was making that muscle within your core also clench together, stimulating that part of you had hidden away.

“...H-How did you do it?” You asked, wedging your shoulder up to hold the phone while your hand traveled underneath the desk. With a sharp breath, he chuckled on the other end. “I knew you’d understand, [Y/N]. You see, I took an axe, made sure it was perfectly set in my hands, and...well, I threw it straight into his back. Simple maneuver, got him right where I wanted.” His trained tone, still between deep breaths in order to keep from going manic and drown in laughter, your nails gently scratched against your thigh. Not yet, he has to take it further.

A stifled cough made your eyes snap ahead again, realizing you weren’t the only one thinking about it. The next exhale was a thoughtful hum, just close enough to recognize it wanted to be a moan. “I thought about you, the way I wish I could rub all that blood over you.” He sighed shakily again, “And you know what, [Y/N]? I know I could make you lose it. More than Allen ever would, anyways.”

“Lose it, hm?” Your voice hit a lower note, one of less lust and more thoughtful fascination. Something you wore so well with him, and he would never admit it but it compelled him to keep going.

“Believe me. I'll show you what a real heathen looks like.” A sharp wince, one you knew came from him holding his cock in a vice less of a disciplined lover and more akin to a meticulous killer, sounded before he then asked, “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

“Bateman, are you touching yourself right now?” You prodded despite knowing too well. You swallowed hard, and brought your voice to a murmur to show your own soft spot, hand clasping your sex and giving it a generous rub, “Because even after being with Allen, he really couldn’t do it like you. You know that, too, so stop a-”

He only responded with another question. “What are you doing after work?” It was almost like he was snapped out of the trance, being caught making the mask of sanity fall back into place in the possibility of vulnerability; his own flaws unable to swallow him if he simply overpowered them. Before you could answer, he insisted, “Meet me at 7PM. At the penthouse, and don’t you dare go out.” He inhaled deeply again, “If you do, I’ll fucking find you. Do you understand me?”

You asked yourself if this was really about to happen. This was his peak of what you knew of him: he only asked questions to create an illusion to you, make you feel like you had a choice. “Sure thing, Bateman.” You replied, and you heard him hang up before the last syllable of his name left your mouth.

It was enough to get you to take your coat and stand from your desk, and then flex your thigh muscles to hide the way your legs were shaking from the force. Teasing yourself only made your will weak, your ability to rationalize slip. 

When you caught the glimpse of yourself in the window again, you almost imagined another face looking back at you.

#patrick bateman x reader #slasher x reader #requests #slasher requests #slasher fanfiction #notsfw #✏️ #💼 #also never apologize for 'weird' requests i LOVED doing this for you!! hope i served your idea justice!! #not to overshare but this became hideously cathartic to write due to personal events in my life. that is all.

[tastytoecheese]

People don't release how much Wills bullying hurt him, truly hurt him. And how deep ingrained the idea he's a mistake is.

Will grew up with Lonnie byers as a dad. Lonnie tried to force Will to like things he never would, like baseball, because all the other-the normal-boys liked it. He called Will things such as 'fag' and 'queer'. While this might have only been something he told to Joyce its clear Will knew his farther thought he was different.

Will has been bullied all through school for his interests to his choice of cloths. We see Troy calling Will a fairy and a bunch of other stuff even when the whole town thought he was dead, that Will, and 11 year old boy, was murdered because people thought he was gay. Bullys build off eachother so the amount of bullying Will must have went through to make the bullys think that was OK is insane. In season 2 Will gets a nickname, one other then fag, fairy or queer, he gets called zombie boy. I personally think this was probably the most hurtful name he was called especially after everything he suffered in the upsidedown. Zombies are only half human, they are disgusting, dangerous and infectious-sound familiar? 1983 was almost ot the hight of the aids epidemic, gay men were labelled these things to further dehumanise and vilinise them just like what the kids (and probably some adults too) treated Will like.

Coming to the realisation you're gay is scary but in the 80s is was downright terrifing, knowing that if anyone evan had the idea you're queer could get you killed. But Will basically lived that. He came back into the world after everyone thought he was murdered via hatecrime and hardly anyone cared. Will got a taste of what could happen if he was hatecrimed, the fact that rumours and bullys were enough to make a town disregard him. And the worst part is (for Will) they're right. The bullys were right. Because he is gay and there's nothing he can do to change that, all the bullying and name calling, all the side eyed stares in the locker rooms and parents whispering to eachother about "the byers queer kid" , all the times he was thought of as a mistake was right.

That's why it hurt so much when Mike said 'it's not my fault you don't like girls!' Because Mike never treated Will like he every one else despite if it was true or not. He was Wills safe space where Will could be his funny, nerdy, happy self free of judgment-until that day. With that one sentence Mike confirmed all of Wills fears , he knew Will was different, he knew it had something to do with him and he did judge Will for it. Of course as the audience we know this isn't really what Mike thinks but Will doesn't know that.

The destroying of castle byers represents Will tearing down his comfort in himself with hatered. Even the name castle byers puts Will in a position of power, it's not hard to imagine young Will pretending to be king of the castle: there's no king anymore. All his memories from there, Jon helping him build it, his mum messing with him, the sword leaning against its entrance almost definitely left by a certain paladin, flattened on the wet ground as he physically tore his happiness and comfort in himself and feelings for Mike down. Because its stupid, it's 'so stupid' because his feelings are wrong. Because stupid things are mistakes.

Will has always felt like a mistake.

#stranger things #i wrote this at almost 2 am sorry its not verry good #byler #will byers #will byers supremacy #i love will byers #mike wheeler is gay #byler is endgame #will byers deserves better #will deserves better #byler better be canon #stranger things 3 #stranger things 4 #stranger things 2 #castle byers #jonathan byers #joyce byers #will the wise #byler rain fight #i hate who i am

[bazhowletts]

Full Name: Baz Howlett.

Nicknames: Baz.

Pronouns and Gender: He/Him, Cis Male.

Birth place: Aurora Bay.

How long have they been in town?: His whole life / various leaves of absence but he always ends up back one way or another.

Sexuality: Bisexual.

Housing: Fisher's Cove.

Occupation:  Front Desk @ Titanium Gym.

tw crime, drugs, death // @aurorabayaesthetic

QUICK OVERVIEW:

tearaway teen yup yup yup

only child to perpetual disappointment pipeline

fell into a bad crowd with very little prompting in high school and got involved in some dodgy dealings

shit stirrer since birth

not a violent guy (unless pushed) but he got a little too big for his boots when money started rolling in and pissed off the wrong people in increasingly more creative ways

was with his best friend when he was ended up being killed over a drug dispute that got out of hand and escalated from an argument to a shooting

took off when he heard sirens

still wonders if he could have done something more that night to actually save him - kind of shut down for a long time over that and has done absolutely fuck all to process it really

hasn't told many people about that incident or his actions in the aftermath despite both being there when it occurred and being one of the coffin bearers at andrew's funeral

joyriding since before he could even drive properly (or legally), was the fastest fucker around when it came to stripping cars for parts which is why when he ended up going straight becoming a mechanic was about the only thing he could think to do that didn’t make him want to die of boredom 

broke his mothers heart tbh his dad always likes to remind him that that's what killed her (more aptly it was illness, but it do be getting in on him) 

very much uncomfortable with everything about himself and his life and i don’t think he’s felt genuine joy in years 

suffers from a terminal case of seeming out of place and disinterested 

after working as a mechanic ran its course for him he tried his hand at being a mailman

that lasted all of a year and a half before he was let go after suspicion of mail tampering and not delivering to people he has petty vendetta's against

absolutely justly let go but he'll never acknowledge that

currently working the front desk at titanium and finds amusement in telling gym bros they're looking tiny and questioning the nutritional value of protein aloud

if he cares then he cares but he’s just not the best at making that translate 

a ghoul!

PERSONALITY.

+ funny, confident, indepedent.

- abrasive, disinterested, petty.

FUN ADJACENT FACTS.

ocean crest apartment anti even though he doesn't even live there anymore, can’t stand the ruckus that’s always being caused and has several lifelong enemies in the form of long-term residents who he's beefed with

drives a shitty car, especially for someone so formerly into cars, but he's spent too much time under the hood of other people's cars to care much about that

pathological liar. no real reason for it, it just gives him a giggle

thinks grace and frankie is the greatest show ever made 

known harasser of local politicians

thinks taxes are optional

voted most likely to tell you to get off his lawn

CURRENT CONNECTIONS.

ex-husband of @kaylatullz

employee of @ecchs

friend of @clint-bennet

friend of @peterbasara

cousin of @tabithaxking

sometimes mechanic to / goblin co-kings with @marsmoran

friend of @calinxsava

went on a vday blind date with @the-nelson-quinn

SPECIFIC WANTED CONNECTIONS.

ocean crest residents -- any of the folks he's got absurd beefs with. can range from nonsense to legit, let's goooo!

ex-gf from high school -- someone who knew him before andrew's death and saw that massive shift in him after it that's carried through to this day. pre-plotting required.

people who's cars he's worked on/will take a look at cheap -- from back in the day when he was a mechanic. hasn't much of an interest these days but will do nixers if it's into the hand

ride or dies / friends -- u know u know.

past exes/flings/fwb -- lets get messy.

neighbours @ fisher's cove -- can be positive or negative vibes

just all of it 

GENERIC WANTED CONNECTIONS.

connections wise he’s pretty much an open book right now, but some baseline ideas that can be springboarded off are:

friendly.

a best friend / ride or dies / close friends / childhood friends / pseudo-siblings / friends / drunk friends / new friends / former roommate / people he met on his travels (hasn't been outside of america but anywhere within can be plotted).

romantic

flirtationship / friends with benefits / one time hook ups / tinder matches / unrequited crush (can be either way) / exes from high school / exes on good terms.

antagonistic.

enemies / former (best) friends / exes on bad terms / frenemies / rivals / negative influence / tbh he's an acquired taste so most antagonistic connects would work for him.

#intro. #aurorabay.intro

[like-rain-or-confetti]

i want to request a scenario for gotham rogues your reactions to a new villain in town please i like it when you write scenario its funny😂

I went half serious and half comical for this 😅

Request

When you decided to be known, you really made an entrance for everyone, Batman and rogue to see. Yet you certainly didn't look like a villain infact you looked like a regular person walking down the street.

"You have killed people." Batman said. "No, they killed themselves." You said flatly. "Not once have I ever suggested suicide. I don't need to. They come up with that all on their own." "You ruin lives." Batman replied icily. "Everyone is guilty of that." You snapped. "Do you think these people thank you for adding to their sentences? Throwing them back in Arkham?" You were referring to the rogues. Batman stayed quiet even though he could have responded. Everyone knew that, even you. "Nothing you do right now will make any difference.My work is all around Gotham and those who lives there. I am everywhere but nowhere...like you. There are no jokes or riddles about that by the way, that's not my thing." "Then what exactly is it you do?" He asked crisply. "I'm a problem solver." You nodded with a light tone. "I make sure everyone places the game exactly as they should." "This is a game to you?" Batman sneered. "And it isn't to you?" You countered just as quickly. "So you meddle with people's lives until they have nothing left until they see no way out?" "Everyone dies, Batman." You said flatly. "The only evidence is circumstantial." He said quietly to himself. "And that is hardly enough for a court of law." You replied smoothly. "Keep in mind that even when you deal with this lot, I'm still here and every minute you aren't watching me, the more fun I can have and I have a lot of fun." You grinned. "Although I'm fairly certain that you're going to be a bit of a bother. You definitely do not want to have my attention, Batman." "Why? You'll kill me?" "Don't be ridiculous, sweetie. I am not killing anyone. You'll do it on your own. You're gonna back off because if you care about those around you, you will. Everyone has secrets." You reminded him. That was when your phone rang and sighed. "Sorry, do you kind if I take this?" You asked lightly but didn't really wait for a reply. "Go ahead." Batman gritted his teeth. "Hello?" You turned your back to him, the rogues noted this to be a very brave move but Batman did not move. "Yes, of course its me, what do you want?" You spun on your heel, smiling at the ground. "I knew you'd see it my way." You said sweetly. You covered your phone with your hand. "Gotta go." You said lightly."I'll see you soon, yeah?" You nodded to Batman. You didn't wait for an answer as you walked away. "If you keep our secret, it'll stay there. You know that's the deal."

The Riddler: uhm...hello? Still here y'know. Greatest foe of all time? He has no idea who this and loathes that you have Batman's unwavering attention. He might fixate on you determined to find out just who the hell you are. Then he'll want to knock you down to size, just who do you think you are?

Scarecrow: He notices how much attention Batman has on you. It was so quick that it made him wonder who you were and what, if any was the history there. He wouldn't have cared had he not noticed just how tense Batman had gotten. Perhaps a slither of fear.

Two Face: What in the hell is happening? Will they notice if he just leaves? Should he shoot them? Maybe we should just watch? He's at a total loss. Your methods give him...what do the youths of Gotham say again? Ah yes, it gives him the 'ick'.

Penguin: Well this is wonderful and all but if you two are gonna waste his time, he's just gonna take off. He can't tell if your stupid for turning your back not just to him but Batman too. You had no idea who you were dealing with.

Joker: He's secretly furious at how quickly you took Batman's attention from him. It's all fun and jokes until someone starts meddling and you are meddling. He doesn't like the attention Batman is giving you. It's all about the Batman and the Joker so just who exactly are you?

#batman #batman villains #batman scenarios #the riddler #scarecrow #two face #penguin #the joker #edward nygma #jonathan crane #harvey dent #oswald cobblepot #request

[funky-sea-cryptid]

I'll bite. What's the supernatural creature au?

THANK YOUUUUUUUUUU i am spiritually giving you a hug if you're comfy with that. anyways

supernatural creature au is what happened when i watched twilight on new years eve and got the fatal hubris arc of "i could do that too" and then i spent the early hours of 2023 brainworming with alex

anyways. important things beneath the cut:

main plot:

yuno, mimosa, and klaus are all working for a monster hunting company (idk if its the right term. group?) (run by william (it's the golden dawn stand in)) and they go to this isolated ass washington town to stand in and see if there's any supernatural activity and if the dawn needs to intervene. however yuno finds out asta is living there after going missing when they were eight and he's like "OK i need to figure out what happened why is asta living with vampires what the fuck."

lore:

hunters: humans (traditionally, although there have been some inhuman hunters) who study or kill the supernatural. these people usually have the sight, which is something that allows them to see a supernatural's identity in the form of an aura. it doesnt protect them from getting Fucked Up by their quarry but they do at least know who they're looking for

vampires: all stem from the witch queen and have their own families which fall under the queen's umbrella family. the witch queen very rarely turns people herself. her "daughters" (the other witches) are full vampires and are more superior than those who are turned in terms of power.

the werewolves and the fae kinda. they're classic legends they vibin i think

roster:

humans:

yuno, half-fae which makes him immune to most charms by other creatures, he doesnt know this tho so he just thinks he got extra blessed by the sight, he's genuinely kind of curious about this stuff, he's a sweet boye

klaus, group mom, entirely human, he is so so tired he's got yuno and mimosa on child leashes at all times

mimosa, doesn't actually wanna hurt anyone, she's looking for her cousin who also went missing

gordon, he's fully 100% human but no one thinks he is because he's so weird :( sorry king

asta, is he entirely human? no one knows. he never had the sight to begin with and that's either because he just wasnt predisposed or he's Something Else

william, he's the head of their gang(?) and he may or may not be married to an unseelie faery

julius, william's superior/father figure, he's just a sweet lil guy,,,

vampires:

vanessa, princess of the undead, mommy issues supreme, she owns a club called "love bites" and she thinks its funny

finral, officially her thrall and unofficially her girlfriend, came from a family of hunters but like asta never got the sight. he's not a vampire per se, but he's not entirely human after being vanessa's for so long though

noelle, vanessa's newest addition to her little squad, abandonment issues up the wazoo, she's got a wicked grudge she wants to kill nozel watch out braid bitch (mimosa is very confused upon seeing her)

gauche, vanessa's other addition, he's been Around for a while and he begged nessa to turn him so he could protect marie (marie's a vampire too she's just kinda hanging around)

nacht, mentally ill bitch from the 1800's with a grudge against the witch queen a mile fucking wide, he doesnt actually belong to the vampire families like most of the other vampires despite being turned by the witch queen

magna, bruiser from the 30's who nacht initially recruited to try and kill the witch queen who he then turned after magna was killed by a rival gang. he's been adopted. the only one who knows how to piss off nacht at any given moment

the witch queen, queen of the undead, she's a freak nuff said

werewolves:

yami, single dad who works two jobs, was a hunter before being turned and then his dad tried to kill him for it, he isnt in contact with ichika any more because he doesn't want to hurt her

luck, turned by yami age five and spent most of his time until he was twelve in dog form, he's still learning how to be human, killed his mom on his first transformation

zora, came around to yami's house fairly recently, he's still on the lookout for the bitches who killed his dad, he's a born werewolf so you can see how this caused lots of problems for his dad (also a werewolf)

charmy, just kind of showed up one day, perpetually hungry, has the power to fistfight an elder god but she won't bc she is Sleepy, best dogform for hugs

other:

secre, a human cursed to be a bird by the fae, she's sick of this life but she does enjoy being Held

henry, a ghost who haunts the bookshop nacht owns, asta is his bestever friend

grey, a shapeshifter who lives in the woods and will bite you if they get the chance they have trust issues :(

rufel, seelie of the summer courts, gay ass, owns the mushroom circle in yami's backyard

patri, unseelie of the autumn court, met william when he was fairly young for fae standards and as such never developed the dismissive attitude the others in his court have towards humans

yeah thats about it for like. bulletpoint sparknotes for this <3

#bc supernatural creatures au #black clover

[dausy]

I had nothing to talk about originally and then bam, had to cut stuff out of my video because I felt it was getting extremely long. Not bad for filming one day and editing the next.

I'm waiting for another book to come in the mail and then I think next week I'll make a video talking about my books unless something else comes up.

I am not enjoying the current work schedule me and my husband have tbh. Last week was my fault because I somehow chose to work monday-friday. I said I was never going to do that. I feel like a huge slug because I worked all week and was sick the week before and I havent been to the gym in a few weeks. But both me and my husband havent been getting home until super late in the evening. He was actually at work this entire past week until well after I went to bed so I hardly ever saw him. He worked yesterday and today he's spent half the day passed out catching up on sleep as if he worked a night shift. I already have a sensitive stomach but having to eat dinner so late in the afternoon is killing my gut too. Ugh, my previous coworkers if they're reading this are like "haha!".

but its hard to do anything artsy when the sun is down. Its honestly like work>>rush home>>cook dinner>>play on tiktok>>pass out. And start over again.

bright side is my next paycheck will look nice.

today actually I did get brave and drive out to a cafe. I'm still kinda nervous to drive off post. The bright side about our current location is there is a lot of amenities however everything is simultaneously super spread out, super far out but also super congested. I feel like I have to travel super far to get anywhere but at the same time there is SO MANY PEOPLE. Its so weird but I'm such a nervous driver that I just can't with this many people. But I did get a panini and a coffee today which felt nice. I meant to go to the BIG target but got my roads confused and went to the wrong one. Which was fine. I just havent been to a tjmaxx or target in a long time and I just wanted to browse. Its kind of funny how much money I've been saving because I'm too nervous/lazy to drive to the local shopping centers. One of these days I'd like to venture to a couple shops and thrift stores in the area. Theres one thrift store that looks like they carry a bunch of girly 1980s supplies. Their photos had a lot of MLP, Rainbow Bright and carebears..and like mm..girl take me there. And a cute look tea shop opened that looks like it has unhealthy desert acai bowls that look good for hot weather. I got to wear shorts yesterday, HEY! yay hot weather.

but I agree'd to work monday-wednesday this week and we will be going out of town again here soon in a couple weeks.

As the video suggests hopefully I'll scan in my illustration and upload it, I'm not sure if I like it 100% so we will see.

#artblog #artistblog #artvlog #artistvlog #sketchbook #artbook #artsupplies #animalartist #furryartist #drawwithme #paintwithme #arttube #illustration #artsupplyhaul #artshopping #lifeblog #milso #armywife #Youtube

[frogkitchen-the-archive]

life feels hard and unforgiving sometimes so here’s some highlights just from a single day from last week to remind anyone out there that life is still worth living and enjoying, and there are plenty of kind people :)

I stopped at the grocery store (different from where I work) to kill time waiting for my second bus. I found some jeans in the clothing section, but wanted to know how much they were, so i went to the dressing rooms where two older women working then had a friendly battle to see who could log into their scanner first to check the price, it was really fun

After the second bus, theres a short half mile walk to my work, and as i was passing by businesses on the way (it was like 9:30am), one fast food worker opened her window (the drive thru was empty) and waived for me to come over. I ran over and she said she loved my outfit and asked where I got my stuff so I told her the goodwill I go to and where the best clearance stuff I find is. It’s also been heavily raining recently so I told her where the best raincoats are in town

I’m at work doing my (retail) job, and a lady asks me for help. She starts apologizing (a lot) because she couldn’t find an exact photo of what she was looking for, and I told her she doesn’t need to apologize at all! I said if she wanted to stop reflexively apologizing all the time, she can change up the words she uses like I do. When I’m doing something and it takes a while, I say “thank you for helping me/ thank you for waiting,” and it usually works really well. It’s also my job to help people find things in the store so there’s no need to feel guilty about asking for help! In the end I found the bookshelf she wanted and she said that it was good advice that she wants to practice more

Whenever I find something broken or unusable, i bring it up to the front desk and put a sticky note on it saying what’s wrong, usually with a little frowny face. My manager saw me doing this finally and said “so its YOU who’s been leaving this stuff up here!” And i was like oh no! Do you want me to stop? And she replied “nah, honestly I think it’s funny and I like finding this stuff up here. Just wish people would stop breaking our shit.” This new note was on a open bag of chips and said “someone was eating me like a feral animal and then decided to leave the bag :( “

Sometimes when someone breaks an item, especially glass or ceramic, they feel bad and start to try to clean it up themselves. I, trying to be as friendly as possible but still firm, go “NOOO nO don’t touch it, sTOPP >:0 its sharp you need to stay safe” in the most silly way possible to try to distract from the fact that they feel bad. I call for someone to grab a broom and guard the broken pieces while looking at the customer like 👀 dont you dare touch any of the pieces this isn’t your job LOL. I know how quickly one small thing (dropping & breaking something at the store) can really hurt your mood (speaking from experience) so Im very over-the-top silly when it comes to cleaning these accidents. Dropping shit happens! Don’t feel bad lol im rushing in to clean it up >:)

While at the front of the store I was approached by an older man and he said, “I’m sorry if this comes off as rude, but where is the nearest real grocery store?” And when I tell you i SNORTED and said “nah that’s not rude, I don’t get any of my meat or produce from here,” and told him the nearest store with actual fresh produce and meat was a little bit further down the street.

Whenever I’m working and friends come in, they pretend not to know me to some degree so I can put on my retail face for a moment and “help” them while they tell me briefly about their day :) and then I actually tell them wherever the stuff they’re looking for actually is located in the store lol

I get asked pretty frequently how I do my hair and how I get it to stay like that, (medium length curly hair that actually holds its curls), to the point where I made a little diagram i keep on my phone of my routine + products I use and recommend, and show it to them to take a picture of or airdrop it to them :) 

It was close to closing for the front cafe department (i am trained for multiple departments and switch during the day sometimes lol) and one of our last customers for the night was very unsure of what she wanted to drink. Since we throw out most of the tea for the night, i broke out the little sample cups and let her try allll of them so she could narrow down her choices. Halfway through trying them, she asked “do you do this all the time?” And I was like “no, usually it’s too busy, but we’re about to close and I want you to get a good experience & drink out of this” :) she laughed at that and decided on a peach tea lemonade w/ another fruit drink mixed in it.

Leaving work I went to say goodbye to a handful of my coworkers, as per my routine, and my one coworker always gives me a cup of whip cream and a fork. I never asked her to do this but she’s started it as part of her routine so I’ve accepted it into mine. I take the cup home with me and put the whip cream on a little bowl of fruit every night :)

#remember! im not trying to romanticize retail. im only saying that even though i work this i still try to find as much joy as i can :) #and i think that’s important for a lot of people to try and do. it doesnt fix everything but its a gentle reminder that you are living #im not working my dream job by any means but i try to find good parts about it while im here in this moment #ok to rb :) #long post #maybe delete later? #maybe not LOL

[the-firebird69]

The few things going on today here in Charlotte county when is they are hunting you like your animals and you're a stupid person b**** on the TV on wink News they're hunting your clan down and killing them because of your big mouth people like you should hide you're done no people are hunting you who aren't you idiots people other than you are hunting to kill you s*** they're really really stupid do you understand English. And there's a lot happening here these people are dumb as to hell okay this girl can hardly hear what you say it's very simple in this state your life is not going to last long okay there's a Purge on and a holocaust yeah you know those words now you're mad you'll see your senator then in DC honestly you think that works too go see them if you happen to talk to you in our office loudly you know yell at them they're not doing anything

There are a few things happening and we're going to list them

-there are people being hunted Trump is one of them and hunted and shot like he's a deer in the woods he goes out in the woods and Hunter squad after him to shoot him dead through the heart every single time they shoot him through the heart and he has so many scars on his heart and it's not funny you're not allowing him at his supply

-there are groups of people going around Earth pull you out of your place and kill you Florida included more luck

-there's other things happening here there's sassy little assholes to us and to our son you're sitting here trying to extort him about everything and we're going after them about everything and it won't stop doing it and we have huge piles of them outside the city and we're going into the towns here and pulling them out

-they fired 200 sheriff this week permanently and they're firing 100 today out of the remaining 200

-thier firing five out of the remaining 15 PG PD today

-they are seeking out that special warrants any terrorists who is here domestic or international small or large for arrest trial and summary execution

-there's a lot of positions in town that are available because they fired a ton of people who work here out of the 2000 jobs they fired a thousand people last week and they're hiring they have about 600 filled and they're moving on they intend to fire the next 1,000 jobs and put together today

-Charlotte county had 3,000 jobs they fired 1,500 last week and they are going to fire 1500 this week and they have about half the jobs filled so the requesting Max and others who are not retards apply

-there's also the matter of the Charlotte county jobs there are 3400 last week they fired 400 last week now there's 3,000 they intend to fire a thousand of them today

-they're also going after top job people and they're tearing them down

-The shield is creeping its way up it's at fort Myers now and it is going to go up and envelope fort Myers they think today it is also coming down from Tampa and into the Bradenton area and Brandon and they think it will envelope those areas today they work in concert with troops in ripping out devices and people to complete the shield

-they are repelling individuals in the rings and they're repelling them before they get there and they are seeking them out at the source and destroying them and destroying cloning. If you try for the rings keep in mind that they will destroy your friends and family at home and your cloning. They are bringing in more troops everyday this is going to be military state for fairly soon they're also repelling your fleets to try and get here and very well as a matter of fact and those who are trying to get here through the points or Gates as we've been calling them are being terminated and Mass and you took the fleet from Stan and you can see the shield and where it is and you're astonished it's like toddlers in school

We're going to publish now

Thor Freya

Hera Zeus well we went on and on and people are finally figuring it out again

Olympus

[yabro3]

This movie was actually pretty funny while he serous. Those are my favorite type of movies especially when people underestimate the main character and he proves people wrong all the time. Just because he was an old man that might’ve looked a little rough people felt they could treat and talk to him however they want and he would try to let people slide but they always wanted to be the big bad bully. That’s when he had to humble people and snap em back into reality letting them know that bullies can get put down too. Also to never judge a book by its cover because you never know what people are going through and what they might do if they feel threatened especially if there’s no reason to be hostile. That man was a trained vet that probably could have killed anyone he wanted to with his bare hands at anytime but he didn’t even want to hurt people he just truly want to be left alone and mind his day to day business. I loved the way that he went viral and the community kind of started to look up to him. He made the community feel a bit safer they really put time into making him basically a hometown supper hero, a man who was brave and very good at protecting the people that deserved it. He didn’t seem to show much fear of anyone that came to him. Also the name that the town gave him “Badass” was cool I feel it suits him very well. He seems like he is the word badass came alive in a person the way he never hesitates to protect others but sometimes he’ll hesitate when it comes to his self but he’ll never let anyone get the best of him.

Also a big issue we have in America is neglecting our vets and me being a person of color kind of have weird feelings about the military. Because why would anyone want to truly fight for America with all its disgusting hatred built into that army but also I can understand wanting to do something to help protect your loved ones. All in all no matter what people don’t deserve to go through that type of trauma and get left in the dirt with no hesitation when you finally make it back home. It’s very sick and very sad honestly half the homeless we have are vets they don’t deserve that treatment at all.

Do you know how many feel like the cops don’t care or they aren’t listening and decide to investigate a certain crime by themselves. Which can be so dangerous I know people personally that have had their life threatened just in hopes of trying to find answers that the cops didn’t seem willing to help them find. Cops tend to neglect crimes they don’t find important or worth investigating because the victim wasn’t important. I don’t understand how that’s even possible their job description is to protect and serve our citizens. They fail at this daily all over the world and it’s look at as regular when every one knows its bad but no real changes come from us just knowing it’s bad.

Badass

[baby-prophet]

"of course you've never heard about it, you read your fake news in the newspaper. all the real news is on the dark web" WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT

#sorry im watching days of our lives #and the woman whos been in a coma for like half her life #somehow knows about the dark web #she was like oh yes its this big conspiracy on the boards #like of course this news of a murder in a small town #is doing numbers on the dark web forums #and somehow the all knowing dark web knows about a recording #unreleased to the public #i know shes the one who leaked the tape to the prosecutor and is trying 2 cover it up #but its insane #days of our lives posting #also dude deserved to die #its so funny that like half the people in town went to kill him #of course only one person did #and another shot his dead body #but its sooooo funny to me lol #i was kinda hoping that allie wouldve shot him in the dick #and then he bleeds out from that #bc that be poetic lol #i hate this lady tho #shes the one who was like toodles #this show is insane

[nightingaelic]

Reactions to a vampire courier? Companions plus Benny, Ulysses, Graham, House, Caesar, and Yes Man. (sorry if that's too many :x)

TW: Blood (maybe obviously)

Also I don't normally feel some type of way about AUs but the idea of Joshua Graham encountering a vampire courier is giving me shivers

The courier was a little... strange. Not in any way that stood out to the average wastelander just by looking at them, everyone in the Mojave had their quirks and the courier was no exception. Hell, you get shot in the head and come back, you're bound to have a screw or two loose. They were unquestionably a night owl, but so were half the people on the Strip, who only started to wake up after the sun had gone down and the slot machines were singing their loudest. They usually had bags under their bloodshot eyes, but every caravan driver from here to the Hub was short on sleep.

On the other hand, the courier had some habits that were a little beyond surface-level eccentricities. For one, no one had ever seen them eating, not once. Even when the King laid out a spread of pre-war snacks and liquor or when the buffet at the Tops was refreshed, they politely declined and took a swig from the canteen that they never offered to anyone else. They were also rather odd about bathrooms, insisting that anyone accompanying them remain outside on watch and let no one else through the door until they were finished. But the undeniable moment of oddity came one night in October, when their companion rounded a corner in Freeside after a trip to the Atomic Wrangler and discovered the courier behind a rusted dumpster, holding a man against a brick wall with their teeth buried in his neck.

The courier drew back at the interruption, blood smeared across their face. "I'm not- it's not what- he- oh, fuck."

Arcade Gannon: Arcade stared open-mouthed for a moment, before snapping violently back into the present. "Is he dead?"

"Umm..." The courier glanced at the man they were holding, whose head was lolling against the bricks. "Yes? Mostly."

With no patient to resuscitate, Arcade rounded on them. "Six, what in the ever-loving fuck are you doing?"

The courier tried to wipe away the blood that was dribbling from their chin, but they only succeeded in spreading it up their jawline. "Well, I, um, I was trying to..."

Whatever excuse they were searching for eluded them, so they dropped the pretense. "I was feeding, Arcade."

"Feeding? What, like some kind of-" Arcade's eyes widened and he cut his sentence off early in realization. "No. No way. That's not- vampires aren't real!"

That earned him a look of intense skepticism. "Arcade, we've fought off plant monsters and rattlesnake-coyote hybrids together. I have a gun in my pack that lets me teleport."

"Oh, okay, so you have some kind of iron deficiency and you're delusional." Arcade laughed, the sound high and harsh in the quiet alley. "Great. Fuck."

Craig Boone: Rather than engage in an abandoned alley, Boone immediately backtracked to a busier street. He was unsurprised when the courier didn't follow him: Even in Freeside, someone covered in blood was sure to be noticed and questioned.

Boone left town that night and made for Novac. He was pretty sure the courier would follow him, but he didn't know where else to go. At least he knew they were coming. A few people in Novac asked about where he'd been, what the courier was up to, but eventually they stopped asking.

A couple of weeks went by. Boone was on the night shift again when the door into the dinosaur swung open to reveal the courier. He'd heard someone coming, their feet on the stairs, and he already had his gun pointed in their face. "We will never work together again," he said, before they could open their mouth.

"Boone, can you just-"

"I don't want an explanation." Boone shook his head. "I don't need one. I already did you a favor, leaving New Vegas without putting you back in your grave. This is over."

The courier took a deep breath. "71."

"What?"

"71. I've killed 71 Legion soldiers and left their bodies empty under the Mojave sky." They looked down and shuffled their feet. "I've tasted their fear. They're more scared of me than the Burned Man, now."

Boone studied them. Ever so slowly, he lowered his gun.

Lily Bowen: "Put him down, dearie," Lily chastised them. "You're playing too roughly with that man. And watch your language around your grandma!"

The courier looked down at their victim, at their torn throat and limp limbs. "He tried to mug me, Lily. It wasn't pretty."

"He looks like he's had enough," Lily insisted. "Set him down. Gently."

With a sigh, the courier obliged and lowered the man to the ground. "I'm sorry, Lily. I should have told you earlier. I don't mean to be rude when I turn down your cooking, I just... I can't seem to..."

"Hush, now." Lily produced her enormous handkerchief and gathered the courier up in her arms, dabbing at the blood on their face with a corner of the cloth. "You've gotten it all over yourself, haven't you? We can clean that right up, but it looks like Grandma's going to have to do a load of laundry. You made the mess, so you get to help."

Raul Alfonso Tejada: Raul swallowed nervously, something he'd noticed he was increasingly doing around the courier. "You know, we get murciélagos down in Arizona that do the same thing. They won't leave the brahmin alone."

The courier took in his anxious stance and sighed. "Raul, I'm not going to hurt you. Prometo. It's okay."

"Sure boss, but I don't think the hair on the back of my neck is going down anytime soon." Raul smiled, but it was more of a grimace. "Or it wouldn't, if I still had any. Como..?"

"No clue." The courier shrugged and held their hands up, letting the corpse they'd been holding slide to the ground. "I think it had something to do with me surviving Benny's best attempts to do me in, but a bullet is a bullet and I don't remember if I was like this before, or..."

"Or only after." Raul chuckled. "Jesucristo, and here I am thinking I'll outlive you like most everyone else I've known."

"Yep."

"Should I start calling you el chupacabra?"

The courier grinned, a bloody smile with sharp teeth.

Rose of Sharon Cassidy: "Fuck," Cass echoed, scrambling to pull her shotgun from its holster. "Knew I had too much, can't even- who are you and what've you done with the courier? Some kind of cannibal, wearing their skin? Alien? Shapeshifter? I'll blow a hole in your liver to match mine!"

"Whoa, Cass, it's me, it's me!" The courier dropped the man they were holding and held their blood-stained hands up. "Same old Six, just... maybe I wasn't straight with you about why I don't order anything at bars."

"Goddamn right you weren't straight with me!" Cass gestured at the body on the ground with the barrel of her gun. "Who's the fucker on the floor and why are you two pints in on him?"

"Just trying to get my drink on," the courier muttered.

Cass repaid this facetiousness with a jab of her shotgun, and they raised their hands higher. "Okay, okay, I'm sorry! You tell me, how do you tactfully tell someone that you're a creature of the night and you need to drink blood to survive?"

"Creature of the night? You're fucking loopy." Cass' eyes narrowed. "There's plenty of critters in the Mojave that only come out when it's dark, but most of them don't tear into..."

She trailed off into curses when she realized she was wrong. The courier smiled hesitantly and lowered their hands an inch. "Hey. Let me chuck this failed mugger in the dumpster and we can talk about it like a pair of civilized folks?"

Veronica Santangelo: Veronica squeaked and fell back a few steps, banging her elbow against the edge of the dumpster. A jolt of confused pain shot up her arm, and the Scribe couldn't help giggling harshly at the sudden assault on her funny bone.

"Not- laughing... at murder," she managed to get out between hisses of pain. "Oh, for the love of... right, you're not getting out of explaining what you are, exactly, just because I'm indis-indisposed!"

The courier couldn't help laughing at the squirming Scribe, but they did their best to stifle it. "Sorry, I'm sorry, I um... I guess I don't really know... what I am?"

"There's books!" Veronica burst out, pointing at the courier and their victim wildly. "I've seen them, in old libraries. Creatures that feed on blood, only come out at night, don't show up in... in mirrors, of course, no wonder you're weird about bathrooms, I should test... Dracula! That's it, you're a Dracula!"

"A Dracula?" The courier held their hands up, as if seeing them anew. "Never heard of them. Are they... bad?"

"Well, traditionally, yes." Veronica made a face and rubbed her elbow. "Black cloaks, sleeping in coffins, seducing and manipulating everyone around them... and people don't like it when you take their blood, in my experience."

"Whose blood have you taken?"

"This isn't about me, Six!"

ED-E: The eyebot bobbed wildly and made noises of concern, blips and blats and a flat burst of trumpets from some old jazz tune.

"I was hungry," the courier protested. "And this asshole pulled a knife on me and wanted all of my caps. Probably more than that, if we're being honest. He wasn't doing the world any good, but he did me some, for sure."

ED-E flipped between old clips of a Silver Shroud radio show. "Well, isn't this a deep, dark <static> secret? <static> In a situation such as this, the best anyone can do is <static> try to control it!" The robot added some more concerned beeps for good measure.

"I'm trying," the courier said with a sigh, looking down at the dead man they were holding. "You know I wouldn't hurt some random person, ED-E. Not if I could help it. The Mojave's full of bad people, enough to keep me going if I'm careful."

Rex: The hair on Rex's spine stood up, and he let out a long, low growl. The courier froze for a moment, before realizing that he was growling not at them but at the man they were holding.

"He's dead, Rex," they reassured the cyberdog, lowering the corpse to the floor for inspection.

Rex sniffed the body over, taking in the copper scent of his blood and the Freeside stink on his clothes. He sniffed the courier too, each of their hands they held out to him and the thick headiness of adrenaline. He whined and wagged his tail twice.

"Good boy," the courier said, straightening up. "It's about time I turned in, anyway. Let's dump this guy and split."

Benny Gecko: Benny crossed his arms. "You know, Six, if you're dead set on getting your kicks in Freeside every now and then, you might want to ease up on the passions with the next greaser you snag. This one's torn all to pieces."

"I wasn't- what kind of-" The courier dropped the man they were holding and sputtered. "Christ, only you could make a midnight murder awkward, Benny."

"Murder?" Benny raised his eyebrows and looked from side to side theatrically. "Who said anything about a murder? All I saw was some dreamboat and the best apple butterer of New Vegas playing back alley bingo, officer."

The courier's eyes narrowed. "Not gonna rat me out? Tell the King or somebody that I'm..."

"What, taking a page out of the White Glove Society's book?" Benny held his hands up. "None of my business. Well, if you ever come for me with that look in your eyes, though, that'll be a different story."

"Not much you'd be able to do," the courier pointed out. "You already tried and failed to kill me once."

Ulysses: Rather than react like any normal wastelander might've upon encountering someone attacking a man with their teeth, Ulysses just stood there, taking the scene in. "Heard tales of a tribe like you. East, farther east than even I've walked... a coven hiding in tunnels, emerging only when their hungers grow too strong to ignore, strong enough to pull blood from the veins of the world around them."

"Well, I don't hide in tunnels." The courier grimaced and heaved their victim up over their shoulder, depositing them unceremoniously in the dumpster. "Unless some disgruntled Frumentarius sends me out to hunt mutants under Hopeville."

"Perhaps you have more in common with those predators than I assumed," Ulysses admitted. "But then, your path has always run red. Blood of the Old World, blood of the new, blood of the Bull and the Bear..."

The courier rolled their eyes as they peeled off their red-stained coat and tossed it in the dumpster as well. "Don't talk to me about blood. I know you've seen just as much as me, but it doesn't mean the same thing when I look at it."

Ulysses cracked a hint of a smile. "You see life where I see death. Two sides, courier."

"Yeah, yeah. If you're not going to try to kill me, come on. You can wax poetic and lecture me about which road I'm walking while I take a shower."

Joshua Graham: "A creature far from God," Graham said in his most reproachful tone. "Forever damned for the souls of the innocent they've taken from the earth. Aren't we a pair, courier."

"You can fuck right off with that attitude." The courier dropped the man they were holding and wiped their hands on their coat. "He tried to kill me first. For some caps."

"The crimes of others do not absolve you of your own sins, courier," Graham continued, leisurely retrieving his gun from its holster. He held it up in the muted neon light that filtered through the alley, turning the weapon this way and that. "Though I confess I am also looking for absolution in this way."

"Are you going to kill me?" the courier asked, eyeing the gun as well.

"I've no doubt it would leave this world better than when you walked it," Graham replied. "But my own opinions are not enough to seal your fate. Perhaps we should find this man's family and hear their feelings on the matter."

The courier took a step forward, then another, until their chest was right up against the pistol's muzzle, pressed against the fabric of their shirt. "Go ahead. Try."

And though Joshua Graham was sorely tempted to pull the trigger, though the courier made no move to stop him, something in their eyes... some faraway pain, older than the desert itself, fresh as the blood on the ground, stayed his hand.

He lowered the gun, chastised, and the courier walked away.

Robert House: The Securitron that bore Robert House's face on its screen leveled a minigun at the courier. "Whoa!" the courier protested, dropping their victim and putting their hands out. "Can't we talk about this?"

"And what have we to discuss?" House sounded absolutely disgusted. "I believe you're familiar with my contract with the White Glove Society. If they wish to continue their current prosperity in New Vegas, cannibalism is strictly forbidden. You are subject to the same terms and conditions, as one of my employees."

"Terms and condi- hold on, hold on, you never asked me whether I was a cannibal," the courier replied. "Are you talking about that document you had me sign, way back when I agreed to help you fight the NCR and the Legion?"

"The very same."

"How is that fair? That thing was over 200 pages long, I didn't grow up in the 21st century, I don't have a degree in... okay, okay." The courier waved their hands. "Cannibalism is a no-go. This isn't cannibalism, this is vampirism."

"Which falls under the definition of cannibalism," House replied, his annoyed tone still detectable over the sound of the minigun spinning up. "Section 3.65, subsection F. Next time, read the fine print."

Caesar: The Legion's great leader pivoted in an instant from surprise to quiet anger. "Clean yourself up, courier. I expect to see you in my quarters within the hour."

He turned and left the alley swiftly, letting his powerful stride and swinging cloak cover his shaken confidence. The people of Freeside cowered as he passed, shrinking into the shadows as he made his way back to the Strip, but the fear in their eyes was not enough to erase the image of the courier bent over in bloodlust, holding their victim in total subjugation.

The courier found him on the top floor of the Lucky 38, gazing out over the city he had conquered and named his Rome. "Leave us," Caesar bid his Praetorian Guard. They bowed and departed the room without question.

"You asked to see me," the courier said nervously, shifting their weight from foot to foot. They had changed clothes, and no trace of blood remained on them.

"I did." Caesar beckoned them to the window next to him. They stood in silence for a moment, watching the lights wink below.

"I'm a well-read man, courier," Caesar said finally. "I know the legends of the Old World, and I recognize the marks of one of their nightmares in you. I order you to tell me the truth: Do you fit the full definition of the creature they called 'vampire,' or do you simply mimic the things to add to your fearsome affect?"

The courier didn't answer right away. When they did, their voice was soft. "I pretend to be nothing. I am what I am."

"And everything that comes with it?" Caesar pressed. "Darkness, the blood of the innocent, eternity?"

"Yes."

Caesar turned to face them fully. "Then I, Almighty Caesar, command you to make me as you are."

Yes Man: "Now that's a twist I didn't see coming!" Yes Man said, his happy tone only slightly tempered with uncertainty. "Boy, am I glad I don't have a circulatory system right now!"

The courier shushed the Securitron and looked around the alley surreptitiously. "Yes Man, I swear to god, if you blow my cover I'm disassembling you."

"As I've told you before, I can't technically die!" Yes Man reassured them. "And I certainly wouldn't want to endanger you and your hobbies, but my volume mixer is tied to my enthusiasm simulator and I can't adjust it! You'll just have to hope any passersby aren't interested in following my friendly voice into an alley!"

"Then go back to the Lucky 38 and we'll talk later," the courier insisted, through gritted teeth.

"I technically never left! But if you mean this Securitron, sure thing!" Yes Man zoomed away on his single wheel, whistling the whole way back to the casino where the rest of his consciousness was housed. He kept whistling as he ran probability algorithms, only pausing when the courier returned after a few hours and crossed their arms in front of his main screen.

"Hi there!" he said joyfully. "I've just been cross-checking Mr. House's records on noteworthy disappearances in the Strip, and I've flagged eight of them as potentially being connected to you! I don't want to assume your intentions, but if you don't want to be found out, I've developed a plan for choosing your next victims that will help you remain undetected in New Vegas for 184 years! Give or take a few!"

The courier put their head in their hand and sighed.

#fallout #fallout new vegas #fnv #vampire #vampires #fallout companions #fallout companions react #fallout new vegas companions react #fallout new vegas companions #fnv companions #fnv companions react #arcade gannon #arcade israel gannon #craig boone #lily bowen #raul alfonso tejada #raul tejada #rose of sharon cassidy #cassidy #veronica santangelo #ed-e #rex #benny gecko #ulysses #joshua graham #robert house #mr. house #caesar #yes man

[for-fucks-sake-h]

La Paloma

A/N: A story in which Harry’s cocky talk is about the only thing he can lay on thick. Otherwise known as the realistic sex blurb! In the midst of a lot of smut on this website (myself included) I wanted to do something a little different than “sex god Harry Styles” and show a side of sex that is actually real and common and I think... funny! Thank you to my girls @oh-honey-styles​ @andwhenshesays​ @real-work-of-art​ @haute-romance-quotidienne​ for always encouraging the madness. Happy reading! x 

Word Count: 3.8k || Rated: M (mature), for implied smut, shit talking and a floppy disappointment! 

“Can’t wait to get you home,” he murmured in your ear, his warm breath sending a chill down your neck despite yourself.  

You were surrounded by people, who if they overheard anything he had whispered in your ear, you would have been mortified. Warmth spread to your cheeks as you lifted your shoulder to urge his face away from yours, a smile tugging at the corner of your mouth as his toned, pink, silk covered front pressed closer to your side.

“God, you’re so fuckin’ sexy.” His palm made its ridiculously slow course of direction from your opposite shoulder, all the way down your spine, until he could grip your hip tightly to keep you close.  You could smell the tequila oozing from his pores, one (or three) too many La Paloma’s if had any sense of it. “Have I told you that tonight?”

“You did tell me,” you confirmed quietly, turning your head to look at him. “A few times, actually.”  

“Tell ya again,” he urged quickly, his hand squeezing your hip once more. “You’re the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen.” His voice was slow, the alcohol coating his throat into a subtle rasp. “Never wanted anyone more than you.”  

He was persistent, if anything. And horny. He made that abundantly clear as his intricately patterned hips ticked forward, his groin pressed tightly against the top of your thigh. He crowded every inch of your space, a few random twists of his hair tickling your temple, the silk of his shirt tickling your skin entirely too softly, the subtle hardness of his undeniably impressive length ready and waiting for you.  If you had let him, he would have snuck you into a closet, an earshot away from your distant relatives that attended your cousin's wedding alongside you.  

Your blood boiled with it though; that need, the utter desire you felt deep in your belly.  You almost gave in, almost let him lead you away, almost risked the embarrassment of being the subject of your family's gossip when someone undoubtedly caught you. You didn’t, clearly, what with the way the last hour had been a torturous form of foreplay.  

“H,” you warned, glancing behind him with a timid smile as one of your uncles approached the other end of the bar.  

You were standing just off to the side, in a tiny little nook that had no business being large enough to fit both your bodies. You weren’t even sure how you got there, your mind fuzzy from both your drinks and your boyfriend.  But there you were, listening to the deep timbre of his voice recite, in detail, what he planned to do once he got you alone.  

“What? I can’t love on you?” he faked innocence.  

You laughed softly. “You can if you keep it PG.”   

“Guess that depends,” he pondered with a slow drawl, “does making you come on my face fall under the PG category?”

A dramaticized roll of your eyes had him playfully giggling against your cheek. “Definitely not,” you sighed with a smile.  

“No can do then.”  

“Harry--”  

“Y’drive me crazy, you know that?”

“Feelings mutual,” you chuckled dryly.  

“The worst part... is that I know exactly what’s waiting for me.” His voice lowered, his lips just barely skimming over the corner of your jaw, warm breath caressing your skin once more. “I know you’re wet, and it’s fucking killing me.”  

You were wet, uncomfortably so, and this man did nothing to quell it. If anything, he went out of his way to intensify it. You didn’t miss the way his fingers toyed with his bottom lip periodically throughout the evening, or the way he walked dick first back to you from retrieving drinks in perfectly tailored pants, or that his hands always found purchase on you somewhere; your thigh during the ceremony, your shoulder throughout speeches, the small of your back as he slow danced with you. He kept you close at all times, the warmth of his palm searing into your skin at any given moment.  

You downed the mouthful left in your glass as a distraction, his hooded eyes burning a hole in your face as he watched, his thumb toying with the material of your dress.

“I can’t stop thinking about it, love,” he rasped. “Sinking into you.” He somehow felt closer. “Feeling you clench down on me the way you do.” His hand squeezed your hip. “Hearing you moan my name.” He swallowed harshly, Adam’s apple bobbing out of the corner of your eye. “Watching you come…” he exhaled. “It’s so fucking good.”

There was a moan sitting at the bottom of your throat, begging to escape with every passing word.

“You always feel so good. I just want you on me, wanna be so deep I can’t breathe. It’s like… heaven.”

“Take me home,” you murmured breathlessly.

***

“I want you so bad.”  The whine slipped up your throat, passing Harry’s lips where they were pressed to the delicate skin of your neck.  

When you gave him the green light to leave the reception, you’d never seen him move faster - giving his well wishes and goodbye kisses to everyone that mattered at warped speed. His affection didn’t let up in the car, a warm palm dipping entirely too far between your legs in the back of that town car for you to focus on anything but him.

You both had stumbled through the house as best you could, tugging each other's clothes off on the way, until you were in your bedroom, hands caressing the silk of his broad shoulders as he pulled you closer. His skin was warm against yours, tingles coursing through your veins at his touch. You could hear his panting breath just as much as you could feel it fanning out over your skin between the burning kisses his mouth left behind.  

“That was the longest wedding I’ve ever been to,” he murmured barely audibly as he followed your careless guide towards the bed. “Felt like I was going to explode.”    

Your chuckle was soft as the backs of your legs met the edge of the bed, keeping a tight hold on him as you both fell onto the soft pillow top. He was heavily pressing you into the mattress, quickly slotting himself between your thighs. You pulled him in by the back of his neck, your mouth finding his with a deep kiss, the tiny bit of stubble on his face a stark contrast to the soft skin of his neck.  

He pressed his hips into yours roughly, practically grinding against your core.  The hardness you felt against your hip at the wedding had subsided, the car ride home seemingly giving him time to calm down. But now you wanted him.  

“I’m so wet,” you whispered, eager to feel him after so much build up throughout the night.  

He pulled back just so, a dimple barely forming into his cheek. “Can feel that,” he slurred, the words forming together in one drawn out breath.  

You leaned up to press a kiss to the corner of his puffy mouth, your lips finding their way down his jaw and neck. His hand smoothed down your thigh, squeezing roughly as he pulsed his hips against yours once more. His lips barely made contact with your skin, light kisses being pressed to your chest and neck. He was right there, not even half hard against the apex of your thigh. 

Harry enjoyed himself at the wedding - had his fair share of drinks. You both did, a delightful buzz coursing through your veins as well. You and your boyfriend were very similar that way, equally handsy and eager to be alone once you hit a certain point. It’s more fun being tipsy and horny when you’re in love with each other.  

“You okay?” you asked softly at his ear, feeling his shaky breath against the side of your neck.  

“Mhm,” he hummed, pressing a sloppy kiss to your clammy skin.  “Just give me a minute…” his words trailed off as he pushed himself up on one hand while the other slipped around his cock, giving himself a few slow strokes. And it was a sight to see; watching him play with himself right between your thighs, his stomach clenching both from his position and his hand.  

You couldn’t help yourself from reaching down to brush your knuckles over his hand as a signal to let you wrap your fingers around his cock instead. He happily obliged, choosing to kiss along your cheek and neck once more. You found a slow rhythm with a subtle twist of your wrist just as your mouth sucked a soft kiss from the side of his neck, just below his ear. But something that would normally have him hard in a few strokes, wasn’t doing the trick - three strokes coming and going, going, going, his cock steadily limp in your hand.  

He was breathing heavily against your collar bone as you gave him a few more pumps. His Paloma’s definitely seemed to be inhibiting him now, his tip brushing against your center over and over without so much as a glimmering twitch.  

A frustrated huff came from his pink lips.  “I don’t know what’s going on.”  

“Baby,” you eased as you pulled your hand away. “It’s probably the alcohol.”  

He wordlessly pushed himself up onto his wobbly knees, gripping himself once more as he looked down, a deep furrow dented between his brows. Two more useless strokes and brushing his tip against your core once more had him accepting defeat, falling onto the bed beside you with a disappointed grunt.  “Can still make you feel good,” he mumbled as he scooted the tiniest bit closer to your side.  

He smoothed his hand down your stomach and between your legs, only to brush his fingers just to the left of your clit. You shifted your hips slightly to get him on the right track, trying to help him find his way to where you needed him. And he did, momentarily, until he was too distracted as he tried to kiss your neck, moving off your clit once more.  

You sighed heavily as you turned your head to look at him, which only gave him false encouragement.  

“S’good, yeah?” he asked softly, his lashes blinking heavily back at you.  

You hummed through an extremely soft chuckle as you slowly turned your body towards his, your hand reaching up to cup the side of his face as his hand fell from between your thighs. “Sort of lost it, babe.”

“What? Nooo,” he whined. “Wanna make you feel good.” The pout on his lips was so evident that it almost made you smile, strong arms wrapping around you to pull you close.  His forehead knocked against yours, a soft chuckle coming from his lips as he pushed his weight into you more. “Wanna make you come,” he murmured as he clumsily crawled over you, pressing wet kisses onto the skin of your chest.  His tongue smoothed over your nipple, a zap of pleasure crawling down your spine at the sensation of his teeth scraping against your sensitive skin.  

You weaved your hands into his hair as his lips smoothed down the center of your sternum, his face pressing softly into your stomach. You shifted beneath him as his arms wrapped around your waist, his mouth lazily pressing kisses to your stomach as his weight pressed you into the mattress further.  

“H,” you murmured with a scratch to his head.

“Hm?”

You lifted your head to look down at him as he nuzzled into your skin. “Are you falling asleep?”

“Wha? No…”

“Harry,” you sighed. “Come here.”  You pulled on his arms in an attempt to bring him further up the mattress. He groggily responded, pushing himself up your body until he was laying beside you, arms wrapping around you and legs tangling with yours.  

“M’sorry, love. Can’t keep my eyes open.”  

“Sh, it’s okay.”  

He squeezed you tighter as he tucked his face into your neck, your chin resting on the top of his head. “Promise I’ll make it up to you tomorrow.”  

Sleep overcame him immediately, a content sigh falling from his lips before soft snores were escaping his open mouth. It was as endearing as it was annoying. After all that build up, all his shit talking, it was almost comical now. Or at the very least, you had to laugh, because otherwise you would cry of sexual frustration.

So you laid there, willing your mind to settle enough to fall asleep - all while Harry blissfully snored, his body radiating even more heat against your already too warm skin.

***

Was there anything worse than being woken up by a charley horse in your calf? In the grand scheme of the world? Yes. But in that exact moment? When shooting pain stabbed through your leg like a worn down razor blade?  No, there was nothing worse.  A night of drinking everything but water would do that do you though.  

You whined as you shot up from your pillow, whimpering as you attempted to massage the sore muscle, curling and uncurling your toes, breathing heavily as the cramp twisted tighter.

“God damn it,” you cursed quietly as you rubbed your fingers into the tense muscle, releasing a slow breath when the pain finally started to subside.  

And if that wasn’t bad enough, your boyfriend snored peacefully beside you, completely unaware of your turmoil as he cuddled a spare pillow close to his chest.  Was it his fault that you had a charley horse? Obviously not… but somehow you felt like it should be. Especially when you looked over at him drooling on his pillow, back muscles fully on display, hair a mess, puffy mouth hanging open - beautifully infuriating, all at once.    

So before you took your pillow and smothered him with it, you got out of bed, slowly easing onto the traitor leg before nakedly trudging to the bathroom for a shower.  He was in the exact same position when you returned with wet hair and fresh skin, and when you returned an hour and a half later with a neatly folded basket of laundry, he was still in the same position.  You were half tempted to hover your face in front of his mouth, make sure he was still breathing, just when a hiccuped snore escaped him as he wrapped himself around the pillow more.

You padded over to his side of the bed quietly, taking in the long lashes spread across the tops of his cheeks and the hair that was matted between his temple and the pillow, before carefully reaching out to stroke the backs of your fingers across his clammy cheek.  His skin was soft despite the impossible heat, pungently sweating out the last remnants of alcohol coursing through his system.  

There was a part of you that wanted to wake him up, mostly because you missed him (you were supposed to spend the day together) and partly because you couldn’t possibly forget what went on the night before. You would be lying if you said it didn’t linger in the back of your mind all morning, the reminder making itself present as soon as the water touched your skin in the shower, a surprising similarity to his touch - burning hot and completely encompassing.  

But you loved him, so with a huff and a roll of your eyes, you left him there to snooze away.

It was nearly dinner time before you heard the ensuite shower turn on from where you were perched in an oversized dark leather chair in the living room.  You stayed put, wrapped in a blanket with your Kindle and a cup of tea when he finally appeared in a pair of athletic shorts and a Kendrick Lamar hoodie with the word DAMN. written across the chest, hair still damp and sticking up in every direction.    

“Good afternoon,” you greeted, receiving a subtle look over his shoulder.  

“What’s so good about it?”

Your eyebrows rose as you peered at the back of his head while he filled his water jug from the fridge.  

“Wow,” you chuckled softly, entertained by his pouty face. “I mean, you’ve been relaxing in bed all day while I folded all your underwear. Sounds pretty good to me,” you shrugged.  

“Feel like shit,” he shook his head as he made his way towards you, plopping down on the sofa with a loud sigh.  

“Well, yeah, nine Paloma’s will do that to you.”  

“Didn’t have nine,” he grumbled before he chugged nearly his entire jug of water.  

“I was being gracious, babe. Think you had more than nine,” you laughed.  

He shot you a dirty look before his lips twitched with a small smile.  “How are you feeling?”

“I’m fine.”  

“Fine?” he scoffed, eyebrows high on his forehead. “Would have thought more than fine, love.”

“Why’s that?” you laughed.  

“Y’know,” he smirked, a smug look crossing his face as he playfully raised his eyebrows a few times.    

You furrowed your brows in confusion, watching as your boyfriend gave you a tenacious look of pride.  

“Uh,” you chuckled. “I don’t know.”  

“Last night?” He looked at you expectantly. “When we got home? Was good, yeah?”  

You snorted a laugh, suddenly realizing that he wasn’t joking judging by the cross look on his face, brows furrowed deeply.  

“When you passed out on me?”  

His confused blink had you laughing again, watching as he seemingly tried to piece together the pieces of your non-existent rendezvous.  

“Didn't pass out on you,” he argued.

“Ya did, baby.”  

His bottom lip pouted out just barely as he contemplated your words, eyelashes blinking softly. “Well shit,” he huffed dramatically. “Musta dreamt it.”

You barked one loud, singular laugh. “Glad dream me got some at least.”  

His laugh was infectious and heart felt, his eyes crinkling endearingly.

“I’m glad you’re enjoying yourself,” you roll your eyes, unable to keep the smile off your face.

“I would make it up to you now but I’m afraid I’ll throw up in your mouth.”  

“That’s so hot,” you deadpanned. “Don’t think I’ve ever been more attracted to you.”  

He smiled timidly, a faint blush crawling across his cheeks ever so slightly. Before he could say anything else, you started to stand up from your blanket cocoon. “Well, not-laid me is going to make some dinner while you… I don’t know, do whatever you’re gonna do with this,” you waved your hand in front of him, motioning to his hungover state.  

He didn’t follow you, even though you half expected him to, and when you returned only 25 minutes later, he was fast asleep on the couch with your abandoned blanket draped over him.  

You released a sigh, accepting that the day was gone by that point, and went back to the kitchen to eat alone.  You cleaned up once you were finished and quietly put the leftovers in the fridge while Harry slept on the sofa before you poured yourself a glass of wine and headed upstairs.  

It wasn't until you were settled in the tub for a bit, topping off another dose of hot water as the bubbles slowly disintegrated around you that the door to the ensuite slowly started to open.  He looked like a puppy that had gotten into a trash can, tail between his legs and a guilty look on his face.  

“Good nap?” you asked as you sunk into the hot water again before tilting your head back to finish off your wine.  

He didn’t say anything from where he stood leaning against the door, watching you with his temple propped on the woods edge.  You glanced over when a few silent beats passed, eyes meeting his gradually.  You didn’t say anything, didn’t offer anything else up, but that seemed to jumpstart him enough to push himself off the door and actually enter the bathroom, heading straight for the vanity to wordlessly brush his teeth.    

You focused on the hot water as it eased your sore muscles rather than the sound of Harry gargling a couple feet away. And once he was finished, he appeared beside you, crouched down next to the freestanding tub, elbows propped on the ledge for balance while his disheveled hair and the look on his face tugged on your heart strings.  

“Sorry I’ve been useless today,” he spoke softly, a subtle frown pulling at the corners of his mouth.  

“It’s okay,” you eased. “You’ll have other days off.”  

“I know, but still.”  Full days off for him were few and far between as of late. “Promised you the day. And promised you other things too apparently... haven’t held up my end at all.”  

“H,” you sighed. “It’s fine, really.”  

You knew your boyfriend, you knew that he was hard on himself sometimes. Pair that with his ego being a bit bruised and you had the perfect recipe for a pity party, which judging by his face, he already arrived at the party long ago.  

“You can make it up to me another day,” you added softly, lifting your hand from the water to smooth down the outside of his misshaped eyebrow.  

He caught your hand before it dropped back into the water and pressed his mouth to the inside of your wrist. “I love you.”  His words were spoken against your skin, his eyes closed as he pressed another kiss to the same spot.  

“I love you too.”  

He released your wrist in favor of cupping your cheek, the warmth from your bath evident beneath his thumb when he stroked it against the apple while the rest of his fingers softly rested against your neck.  

His lips were warm and minty when they met yours, the softest slip of his tongue making your skin tingle with goosebumps.  

“Well…” his hand slowly trailed down your neck to cup your shoulder, your bicep, your elbow. “I can make some of it up to you now.”  

His voice lowered minutely, taking on the tone that made the depths of your stomach twist delightfully.  

“Thought you felt like barfing?” you asked as you stretched your arms up over your head, your chest extending out of the water as beads of bubbles cascaded down your breasts.    

“Feel better now.” His response was quick, immediate, eager. You didn’t miss the way his eyes trailed down your body, his hand caressing the back of your arm softly.    

You shrugged. “Maybe later.”  

Your eyes didn’t leave his when you extended your foot out of the tub to press on the bottom of the faucet's handle, effectively pushing it up and all the way over to the left to fill the tub with some burning hot water for the third time that evening.  

“I charge interest, yanno.” An expectant raise of your brow accentuated your words.     

A subtle smirk tugged on his lips - he knew exactly what you meant; the eager glint in his eye, the soft flutter of his lashes. It looked eerily similar to his expressions throughout the wedding, as if he was imaging all the ways he could devour you if you’d just let him. All the ways he could pay you back, how many times he could make it up to you.  

A bit of waiting never hurt anyone. If anything, it made it sweeter in the end.  

***

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[moralesispunk]

How they react when you cry at a TV show/ Movie

For: Frankie Morales, Din Djarin, Marcus Moreno, Pero Tovar, Marcus Pike, Agent Whiskey, Dave York and Oberyn Martell

x Gn Reader (Pero x afab reader)

Summary: how the Pedro boys would react when you get upset watching your favourite TV show or movie (this may or may not be inspired after I watched the Flight episode of Greys)

Warnings: reader upset over their favourite character death/ one mention or pregnancy with Pero

Frankie

You had finally convinced Frankie to watch your favourite show with you, starting from the beginning again. You had only made it a few seasons in before starting again with Frankie so when one of your favourite characters died it was your first time watching this part. He was so engrossed in what was going on that he didn’t realise you had been crying until you were gasping for air and shaking next to him. At first he panicked thinking something had happened to you.

“Whats wrong, baby?” he turned to face you.

When you couldn’t talk through the tears but waved towards the TV he realised you were crying at the show and so he pulled you into his side, cradling your head and shoulders as he gently rocked and hushed you. He did have to bite back a smile, knowing he would definitely tease you later about this.

“It’s okay, let it out.”

When you tried to say you were sorry through the tears, that you were being silly and it was just a show he told you that you weren’t being silly at all and asked if you wanted to put on an episode of something funnier before bed. He gently held you against his side until the sniffling stopped, then he started to tickle your side to really make sure the tears stayed away.  

Din

The long journeys through hyperspace could be boring sometimes and so whenever you went into the bunk to relax you would put on an old show on your holo projector. Once Din had the ship settled in hyperspace, he climbed down the ladder to check on you and the kid. When the bunk door opened he saw the kid happily asleep in his hammock and then you curled up in the corner with a hand over your mouth trying to keep your tears in. He panicked thinking you had been hurt the last time you were off the ship and didn’t tell him but as soon as he seen you watching the show you had told him about he put his hand on his hip and beckoned you out the bunk. 

“I thought you were hurt,” he said, “come on, lets not wake the kid up.” 

He helped you up the ladder but as soon as you went to sit in your seat he gently gripped your arm to stop you, moving your bodies so he was on his seat and you were lying across his lap, curled into his chest. He let you mope around for a while, gently holding you against his chest, before distracting you as he spoke about the next planet you were going to.

Marcus M

You felt Missy was now old enough to watch one of your favourite shows with you and so started from the beginning for the third time to watch together. You knew one of the saddest episodes were coming but thought since this would be the third time watching it you would be fine. You were wrong. Missy was a little upset but no where near you so you managed to hold in the tears as you walked out her room and climbed into bed with Marcus. You let the tears flow and he chuckled quietly, putting down his book and taking off his glasses as he pulled you onto his chest. 

“Oh honey, still as sad as the first time?” he rubbed your back. 

“Sadder! How can it get sadder every time?” you cried, your tears now leaving a wet patch on his grey t-shirt, “I’m sorry.” 

“Don’t be sorry, it is a sad episode. Remember I cried when I watched it too!”

“Oh yeah, you cried like a baby,” you laughed.

The both of you stayed curled up like that as he put on a funnier TV show for you both to have on in the background as you laughed at his reaction when he first watched the show.

Pero

Pero had never been to see a play before; mercenaries do not have that much downtime. Recently Pero decided to “hang up the sword” and take over the Blacksmith shop since he did not want to leave his wife for prolonged periods of times, especially since you were not carrying his child. As soon as you said you had to visit the nearby town for materials for your seamstress shop, he had the horse and cart packed for the journey. It was a short journey and easy enough to collect all the materials you needed. On the walk back to the cart, Pero saw you watch the people fill into the theatre to watch a play.

“Do you want to go watch as well, mi amor?”

“Its okay Pero, I know it is not how you would wish to spend your afternoon.”

“I wish to spend my afternoon with you, that is all,” Pero took your hand and walked you towards the theatre.

You hadn’t been to see a play since before you met Pero and were happy to be back in the excited atmosphere. It was a play you had never seen before, one that had you in tears by the end. Pero hadn’t noticed, his eyes half shut with sleep, until the play ended and he turned to face you. Your face was tear stained and eyes puffy.

“Mi amor?”

“It’s fine Pero, hormones,” you tried to laugh it off but it didn’t quite reach your eyes.

He gently took your hand, placing a kiss to the back of your knuckles and helping you out of the seat, wrapping an arm around your waist in an unusual public display of affection as he walked you back to the cart. He let you sleep against his shoulder the whole way home, tired from tears and carrying his child, pressing kisses to your head and squeezing your leg every so often.

Marcus P

This man will be crying with you. With your work lives quite hectic for now, the both of you decided to find a TV show to watch together when you got home to spend some time together after work, curled up on the couch with a takeaway. This night you watched a particularly sad episode as you lay between his legs, your back pressed against his chest. You tried to hide your tears, facing forwards and letting them run down your face, but when you heard Marcus sniffle from behind you decided to turn and face him. The both of you laughed hard at how puffy each others eyes were, his arms tightening around your waist as he pulled you tighter against him. 

“I’m glad I’m not the only one crying,” he spoke into your neck, his voice a little muffled.

“Me too,” you laughed, the tears still falling down your face.

“I think we should put something a little more lighthearted than this now, hm?”

“I think thats a good idea,” you laughed, turning your head to press a kiss to his cheek.

Whiskey

When Jack got home from his mission the last thing he expected was you curled up on the couch with a box of tissues and crying at the TV. 

“Sweetheart, whats wrong?” he walked over to you, placing his hat on the rack and sitting by your side.

“This show! Why do they make it so sad?”

“Well, I could ask why you keep watching it if it makes you this sad?” he teased.

When he saw that your lips didn’t move from their pout, he gently pulled you onto his lap, your legs straddling his waist as you pressed into his neck. He kissed down your neck until your breathing calmed down a little and he finally pulled you back to look at him.

“How ‘bout you let me make you forget all about that show, hm?”

Your face finally cracked into a smile, leaning forward and taking lips in yours. After a minute of breathless kissing he stood up and wrapped your legs around his waist, walking towards the bedroom.

“Hell, why don’t we see if ol’ Jack can make you forget your own name...”

Dave 

When Dave came home from work and noticed the light was still on in the living room he knew you would be watching your favourite show because you preferred watching it on the big TV. What he didn’t expect was to find you hysterically crying on the couch. He dropped his briefcase, quickly by your side and holding your face.

“What happened?”

“They-they-”

“Shhh, its okay deep breaths you can tell me,” he rubbed his thumbs back and forth over your cheeks.

“They killed him off!”

“Who did?”

“The show! They just- they just killed him off!”

“I thought you were hurt!” Dave’s suddenly worried face was covered in a grin as he let his back fall against the couch.

His hand came up to his chest, literally breathing out a sigh of relief as he laughed.

“Its not funny,” you sighed, letting yourself fall back next to him.

“Oh, honey,” he moved his arm around your shoulders, pulling you into his side and rubbing circles on your bare shoulder, “I’m sorry.”

He reached for the remote, clicking off the paused show you had been watching and putting something funnier on the TV as he let you curl up into his side, chuckling every so often but also pressing kisses into the top of your head.

Oberyn

He hadn’t expected you to cry so much at the play, almost regretting bringing you as he watched you wipe away the tears that were flowing down your cheeks. You turned to him, cheeks red and slightly embarrassed as you huffed a laugh. Oberyn reached out and wiped some of the tears with his hand before wrapping his arm around your waist and pulling you onto his lap. 

“It’s okay, my love, I’ve got you,” he whispered into your ear.

He sat back in his chair more comfortably, letting you curl into his chest as he rubbed your back while you watched the rest of the play.

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[astradrifting]

GRRM really created so many parallels and foreshadow using the DoD characters that honestly we could just figure the asoiaf ending by analyzing it. My favorite is the Aegon III-D@ny parallels, the fact that one of his closest allies was a face-scarred Master of coin Lannister who ended as Hand to Bran' parallel character just make it so obvious its funny.

Oh my god I didn’t even realise Tyland Lannister was initially on the greens’ side! I’m not super fond of Tyrion ending up as Hand, but you’re right that it’s so obviously meant to reference him. There’s so many parallels that it’s a little crazy. I don’t want to say that the second Dance will end exactly as the first did, it’d be a little too neat if history repeated entirely, but you can see so many echoes of it even in the show’s bastardised ending.

“The broken, shattered realm suffered for a while yet, but the Dance of the Dragons was done. Now what awaited the realm was the False Dawn, the Hour of the Wolf, the rule of the regents, and the Broken King.”

(TWOIAF, Aegon II)

I’m not sure what the False Dawn is going to parallel to, it refers to the period of time after Aegon II’s death but before Lord Stark got to King’s Landing, when people thought that peace had finally come. It kind of brings to mind the War for the Dawn, though personally I think that the threat of the Others will be resolved before the Dance is over. The Hour of the Wolf is obviously about House Stark’s rise back to power, and the Broken King is Bran - though if he actually becomes known as Bran the Broken I might end up committing violence ¯\_(ツ)_/¯. 

The parts about Lord Corlys Velaryon are why I’m so hopeful that Jon’s book ending will be completely different from the show’s. He’s arrested for Aegon II’s death by Cregan Stark, even though Cregan had previously declared for Rhaenyra, because as TWOIAF puts it, “to kill a cruel and unjust king in lawful battle was one thing. But foul murder, and the use of poison, was a betrayal against the very gods who had anointed him.”

Corlys didn’t deny his guilt, and expressed no regret. “What I did, I did for the good of the realm. I would do the same again. The madness had to end.”

Cregan Stark declared him to be guilty of murder, regicide, and high treason, and he was sentenced to execution. But many spoke in his defence, even people who had fought against him in the Dance. Baela and Rhaena Targaryen, Corlys’ granddaughters and Aegon III’s half-sisters, convinced Aegon to issue an edict pardoning Lord Velaryon, which Alysanne Blackwood then convinced Cregan to let stand. Lord Velaryon was pardoned and even restored to his offices and honours, made one of the king’s regents and given a place on the small council.

Corlys’ words definitely could be Jon’s as well, a much more in-character declaration post-D@ny’s death than the drivel GoT tried to feed us. I was worried for a bit that this would be how Tyrion is let off scot-free, but Baela and Rhaena, who were vital to his release, are such obvious Arya and Sansa stand-ins, and they’re certainly not going to expend any effort in helping Tyrion. So Corlys’ circumstances more likely lays the groundwork for how Jon will be freed and remain in political power, while Tyland frankly inexplicably becoming Aegon III’s Hand after he was in favour of brutally killing him parallels Tyrion managing to fail up, as a way of reconciling the old regime with the new one.

This makes Tyrion becoming Hand more palatable IMO. Either Jon and Tyrion both should have been punished or neither should have been punished, not the travesty where Tyrion gets everything he’s ever wanted while Jon is exiled to a Watch with no purpose and a Wall that’s already half-collapsed, so what exactly can it protect against? I suppose they were afraid of seemingly rewarding Jon for killing d@ny, especially if pol!Jon had been revealed, but most people noticed how nonsensical his ending was, and it just led to ‘Bloodraven/Bran is the real villain’ takes anyway.

(Side note: Asha/Yara basically still being loyal to D at the end annoys me so much, and made no sense. Jon did more to help save her by giving Theon that pep talk than D@ny did. Maybe it was a leftover from her taking Victarion’s role in the story, but in no reasonable world is anyone going to listen to the Ironborn who brought the Fire threat over in the first place.)

Of course Tyland Lannister isn’t actually Hand for long, given that he dies barely two years later from Winter Fever, feared and hated, alone except for a maester and King Aegon. It might be an indication that Tyrion will face a similar fate, that he’ll die after he’s seemingly won, exactly what he threatened Cersei with:

“A day will come when you think yourself safe and happy, and suddenly your joy will turn to ashes in your mouth, and you'll know the debt is paid."

(ACOK, Tyrion XII)

So that I can stop talking about Tyrion, here’s some facts about Rhaena and Baela that are obviously meant to reference Sansa and Arya, so much so that it feels a little bit like GRRM is winking and going “See what I did there? Huh? Huh? Did you see??”:

- their descriptions: “Rhaena was slender and graceful; Baela was lean and quick; Rhaena loved to dance; Baela lived to ride...” + “Baela was wild and willful”, “more boyish than ladylike”, and kept her hair cropped short as a boy’s

- Rhaena spent most of the Dance in the Vale, where she lived in relative comfort as the ward of Lady Jeyne Arryn. Baela was a dragonrider and so moved between Dragonstone and Driftmark, but was captured on Dragonstone when Aegon II descended upon it

- Rhaena was favoured to be queen after her brother, considered more qualified than her wild sister

- Baela liked to spend time with “unsuitable companions” she would bring to the Red Keep - including a comely juggler, a blacksmith’s apprentice whose muscles she admired (!!!), a legless beggar, a pair of twin girls from a brothel, an entire troupe of mummers once

- After her brother’s regents tried to marry her to a lord 40 years older than her, Baela escaped the Red Keep by climbing out of a window, trading clothes with a washerwoman, then walking right out of the front gate. She ran away to Driftmark and married her supposed cousin (though more likely he was her half-uncle), the legitimised bastard Alyn Velaryon, which might have had me worried about j0nrya if Alyn weren’t best known for being a daring sailor who went on many voyages, including sailing the Sunset Sea, until he was finally lost at sea during Aegon IV’s reign. Alyn’s mother was also called Mouse, for being “small, quick, and always underfoot.”

- another fun fact about Alyn: he’s a bad haggler, and had to agree to a high ransom and many concessions in order to get Prince Viserys returned to Westeros. This automatically disqualifies him as a Jon stand-in, because as we all know, Jon Snow can haggle like the best of fishwives.

- My absolutely favourite detail that has my jonsa heart singing - Rhaena was more dutiful than her sister and would have married a man that the king and council chose, saying that as long as he was “kind and gentle and noble, I know that I shall love him.” She was able to marry her first choice, whom the regents didn’t immediately approve of but that they ultimately accepted  - Ser Corwyn Corbray, the brother of the Lord Protector of the Realm, a second son (!) whose late father had gifted him the Valyrian steel sword Lady Forlorn (!!!)

And as a treat for @istumpysk, some similarities between Rickon and Viserys II!

- the youngest child of their family

- separated from their older brother after they were forced to flee their home, trying to get to safety while their other brothers and mother were at war

- worshipped their oldest (half-)brothers, but were closer to the brother nearest their age

- spends the war stuck on an island, populated by people closely linked to their family’s origins - Skagosi are descended mostly from the First Men, while Viserys was on Lys, where the blood of Old Valyria still runs strong

- sought by/held hostage by a powerful and wealthy family, who will treat them well but whose intentions are dubious

- will be brought back from exile by an upjumped bastard/commoner from a port town who was raised to lordship and became their monarch’s chief admiral

- after they are returned, long after the wars and crises, is happily welcomed as the heir to their older brother’s throne (shhhhh just let me have this, let the baby live)

Thanks for the ask!

#astra rambles #asks #its not quite 5000 words but i got it in under the deadline stumpy :P #half speculation half 'my wildest dreams and hopes' #anti tyrion lannister #kind of #rickon stark #jon snow #sansa stark #arya stark #anti got #speculation #meta #dod 2.0 #dod parallels

[baguettehead]

Quarry days

Stan Uris x they/them reader

warnings: some curse words, richie tozer, lil bit of angst, possibly based off of real situations, lil bit of Reddie ;)

Summary: You’ve always had a thing for the brown eyes and mop of curly hair, the voice that made you melt like a Popsicle, but what if you added in scheming friends, darkness, missing gas, and maybe a turtle.

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   You had known the losers since 6th grade. That was the year your parents decided to make the move from Michigan to Derry, Main. You moved around a lot, and you weren’t even an army brat, your parents just seemed to enjoy hopping from place to place. Your parents owned their own business, all the work was mostly online so it was pretty easy to just up and leave. You were born in Washington state, lived their for a while, then you lived in California for a few years, Colorado for a singular year, Michigan, and now the shithole that is Derry, Maine.

    You had no idea why your parents chose Derry, there really wasn’t much here. A few nice shops, a pretty decent arcade, old people with sticks up their butts, and what you thought to be a normal group of neighborhood bullies.

    When you moved to Derry you had no one, and at this point you didn’t care enough to try and make friends, you didn’t know if you were staying long. After an tantalizingly long day of being forcefully introduced to classmates and eating lunch alone, in the library, you honestly just wanted a nap.

  Leaving the school you were suddenly pushed into the wall next to you, your bag thrown off your shoulder, and coming face to face with the wonderful scent of vodka and utter shit. Must be Bowers. He held you by the shoulder of your shirt with his right hand and with his left he put his forearm on your neck, effectively trapping you to the wall

  This was your first encounter with the infamous gang, but you’d heard about them from the few conversations you’d had with kids in classes and passing periods. Let’s just say, he was as disgusting as you’d heard. Has he ever tried a toothbrush before??

  “Look at this” he spoke, looking back to his gang of douchbags “Fresh meat” his goons laughed a little while you just rolled your eyes, you’d dealt with your fare share of bullies and asshats that you simply couldn’t bring yourself to care anymore

 “look” you said in an exasperated sigh “i don’t have cash, my mom packs my lunch”

  “well then” Bowers said “you’ll just have to pay me in another way darling” a disgusting grin overtook his face and his goons began laugh and cheer like they just took a shit on the toilet for the first time

  “i’m good” you spoke calmly as you attempted to leave his grasp. Bowers just stared down at you confused for a second before he snapped back into action and held you a little tighter

 “it wasn’t a question” he seethed through closed teeth

 “and i wasn’t giving a suggestion dipshit”

 Henry’s jaw tightened and you could practically see the anger bubbling inside him while his group of misfit toys got real quite

“now listen here you little bit-”

“no you listen asshole” you cut him off  “i don’t have time to deal with insecure little boys who didn’t get mommy’s attention as a child and now take it out on all those around him” you spoke quickly faking a pout and slowly worming your way out of his grip “your just some stuck up prick who relishes in the hurt of others because you are so hurt that your deranged little brain finds pleasure making other miserable so that you can fake happiness. News flash, hurting others won’t make you happy, you’ll always be an attention deprived, whiny ass child who probably won’t live past their 30′s, will definitely have a substance abuse issue, and even as a 15 year old attempts to drown his sorrows in vodka and punching kids smaller than him for fun” you finished your little rant, taking in a short breath “now” you continued, marveling at the befuddled looks on all their faces “i have a can of pepper spray in my back pocket and if one of you little rascal looking ass children comes any closer i’ll mace you in the face. Got it”

 As soon as you finished you slipped from his grasp and starting running like hell towards your house. You could hear him screaming profanities, and you knew you were now on his hit list, but you really couldn’t find it in yourself to give a shit.

 Once you knew you were far enough, you knew he wouldn’t follow you but didn’t want to risk it, you sat on the curb to catch your breath. Almost immediately you saw 4 bikes coming around the corner, the occupants stopping in front of you and throwing their bikes down.

“HOLY FUCKING SHIT THAT WAS INCREDIBLE”  the one with coke bottle glasses screamed at you practically screamed at you, you returned a weak smile

“H-h-he’s gonna f-f-fu-fucking kill you” another rushed out

 You shrugged your shoulders “ive got a at least a few days” you told them “i wounded his masculinity, gotta build that back up” you muttered

 “I can’t believe you did that” the one with the fanny pack stated as he started to pace in front of you “i mean, now bowers and his whole gang are gonna be on your ass” he stopped in front of you and made direct eye contact “your gonna have to watch for him at all times” he deadpanned and you grimaced a little bit

“don’t worry” coke bottle glasses spoke up again “bowers is always on our asses so we can show you the best place to avoid him”

 “a-and the hallways to a-a-avoid h-him” the dirty blonde spoke up

you smiled up at them “i’d actually quite like that”

“Then welcome to the losers club y/n” the forth boy spoke up as he held his hand out for you, the one with curly hair and amazing eyes. You had him in two of classes and he always seems to catch your eye. You took his hand and he helped you off the curb before they gave you their unofficial, official, tour of the town.

 After that you were practically glued to the four boys, you did everything with them now. And if it wasn’t all of them, you were with at east one practically at all times.

You told them about your moving adventures, even opening up about your constant fear that your parents are gonna pack up and leave forcing you to leave them, and earning Richie’s nickname for you Cali. For some reason Richie couldn’t seem to let go of the fact that you lived in California, asking questions about it whenever there was downtime, and telling you about his dream of living there one day and making it big. You always told him that he could do it, because you truly believed he could.

Soon Bev, Mike, and Ben joined the group, making it 8. You gained your ‘secret’ clubhouse, and Bill, Mike, Stan, and Richie all got their licences.

 Now its junior year, you’ve made it almost 5 years in Derry, and you’ve gained the closed friends you’ve ever had

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“You guys wanna go to the quarry after school?” Richie asked, his mouth half full of turkey sandwich and pretty much yelling over all the noise in the cafeteria. You shuddered and watched as Eddie slapped his shoulder and scolded him for talking with his mouth open, Rich pouting like a child. You loved watching them, a knowing smile on your face.  

 “sounds like fun” Bev voiced “y/n and i just went swimsuit shopping and they looked killer in their suit” she smirked at you from down the table while you blushed and rolled your eyes

“i mean i’d prefer to see the suit on the floor but whatever your comfortable with” Richie commented

you threw a baby carrot at his face, which he caught in his mouth promoting cheers from the others and for you to dissolve into laughter

“i is s-s-s-supposed to be like n-n-ninety degrees today” Bill added in

“oh fuck that” you groaned as you lent your head on stand shoulder next you and continued munching on your carrots, missing how he smiled down at you

“quarry it is!” Richie exclaimed before everyone else fell back into their conversations

“sooooo” you heard Stan draw out from above you, moving your head to look up at him but leaving it resting on his shoulder “will i get to see this new suit you apparently look amazing in?” he questioned while wiggling his eyebrows in a suggestive way. You simply laughed, shoving his shoulder and telling him to shut up.

You’ve had a crush on Stan since 7th grade. You always thought he was attractive, like REALLY attractive, but after getting to know him and spending time together you knew you were fucked.

Bev has tried convincing you that he likes you back but, something in your brain just can’t accept it. She’s gone on and on about how ‘different’ he acts around you, how hes “not such a stuck up prick, he like, actually kinda nice and soft”, her words exactly. But, that was just the Stan you knew, the one you always saw. Caring, kind, funny, and enjoyable.

Bill drove you and Bev to her house, where your suits where from the last time you slept over like 4 days ago, and then took you both to the quarry. Once you got there you saw all the other cars and heard splashing and screaming.

“Those assholes went without us” Bev cried as she ripped the car door open, bolting for the cliff and immediately jumping off. You and Bill just laughed and sat there for a moment.

“r-ready m’lady?” Bill asked as he left the car and extended a hand for you

laughing, you took his hand “Of course good sir”

Bill was already in his trunks so after the short walk up the hill he plunged into the water , full cannonball, soaking almost everyone except Mike who swam out of the way. You watched from the top, laughing as they splashed each other back and forth. Sometimes it was nice to just watch their antics and relish in the moment.

“you coming sweet cheeks” Richie yelled up to effectively drawing every ones attention you

You blushed at the sudden attention “Whatever Tozier” you yelled back before you began stripping down to your swim suit.

Unbeknownst to you at the top of the cliff, you had some effect on poor Stan down in the water. He sat with his eyes glued to you as you exposed more and more skin. He’s seen you in a swimsuit before, hell he’s even seen you in your panties, but every time it still manages to make his mouth go dry and eyes widen.

“They’ll catch you drooling if you stare too long” Richie quipped with a smirk

“Shut it Tozier” he murmured lowering into the water to hide his blush right as you jumped from the cliff.

The eight of you spent hours in the water. Chicken fights, splash wars, and Richie attempting to dunk you, Bill even found a turtle which he claimed meant good luck. You only got out of the water for a bit to dry off before leaving. You and Bev lie on the rocks to dry off and maybe tan, that was, before Mike carried a bucket of water over and splashed you both with started yet another splash war. You finally got out when the sun started to set. You sat around and talked, told stories, before you had to leave. You were all still pretty wet but you didn’t care.

Stan had offered you a ride earlier and you happily agreed, knowing you’d get some alone time with him and ice cream if you begged hard enough.

You layed back on the rocks, to watch the sunset and see the stars starting to pop out.

“alright were heading out” Richie suddenly said

 Mike had already left, taking Ben with him due to their stricter curfews. But Rich was taking Eddie and Bill Bev.

“What, why?” Stan said, narrowing his eyes as if he knew they were plotting something

“j-just tired is all” Bill replied casually before he began walking to his car

“bye” Eddie chimed in

“Bye Edds!” you called back

“wait why can she call you that” Rich argued walking side by side with Eddie

“cause i actually like them” He replied casually with a shrug

Richie just huffed and pouted like a child before Eddie nudged his shoulder and he was all smiley again

“See you at school” Bev called, sending a wink in your direction which you replied to with an eye roll

As they walked towards their cars and began to drive away Stan turned towards you “That was suspicious right?”

“completely” you replied climbing down from the rock you previously lied on

“Okay good, it wasn’t just me” he said with a sigh

You laughed a bit “But when are they not suspicious?”

“You got me there” he said before he leaned back on the rock behind him

You crawled over to sit next to him, laying your head on his shoulder and just admiring the sunset. You both sat like that for a while, surrounded by comfortable silence.

One thing about Derry was that no matter how hot the days were the nights seemed to always be freezing, accompanied by wind. You crossed your arms over yourself in hopes of generating more body heat.

“Are you cold” Stan asked taking notice of your shivering form

“Just a bit” you answered not wanting to ruin the comfortable bubble you’d found yourselves in

“i have a blanket in my car” he started to stand up only for you to groan and cling on to his arm. Laughing, he sat back down and you cuddled into his side.

“you’ll catch a cold babe come on” you blushed at the pet name and melted even further into his side when he started combing through your hair with his fingers. Noticing that you weren’t going to budge he huffed a bit, though, he didn’t want to move either.

“I’ll get you ice cream” he sighed

You bounced up with a goofy grin on your face, pulling his hand towards the car

“Lets not waste time” you started “i’m in critical condition, need creamed ice immediately” you feigned sick with a hand to your forehead and pouty eyes. He only laughed, getting up and heading to the car, his hand never leaving yours as you walked to the car.

“what the fuck” he muttered as you reached the car

Tucked under the windshield wiper of his car was a note that said ‘use protection’, clearly in Richies handwriting, and a roll of condoms

You blushed lightly, giggling a bit. Stan looked to with a puzzled expression on his face “i don’t know” you shrugged trying to prove your innocence.

“I don’t understand half the things he does” you comment as you climb into the passengers seat

“does anyone?” he questions with a laugh

Stan throws the note and condoms into the center console before starting up the car. Your bouncing in your seat, the anticipation of ice cream making you giddy and Stan laughs at that. Well, the car doesn’t start. Stan tried multiple times, clearly getting frustrated

“uh Stan” you try and grab his attention, it works, anytime you talk Stan always has his full attention on you. You point towards the gas meter, which displays empty.

 “I literally got fucking gas on the way here what the fuck” he exclaims as he gets out of the car, you follow. You see him stop and stare at the gas tank opening

“what?” you question before reaching the other side of the car and falling silent

Right below the gas tank, on the ground, lays a rubber pipe.

“Did they fucking siphon my gas?!” He yells

You stand there for a moment longer, staring at the gas lined pipe, before you break out into hysterical laughter. The pure kind that comes from the belly and leaves you gasping for air with side cramps

“its not funny” he yells

you try to talk but it just dissolves into more hysterics and soon enough Stan is laughing with you, your laugh is just contagious and your radiant smile that could light up the entire galaxy never fail to make him follow along.

After you both calm down, clutching your bellies, you break the silence

“so, what do we do now?” you look over to Stan who’s sitting next to you on the curb

“i guess i’ll call Rich and have him come pick us up” you nod

He stands up, pulling out his phone and calling Rich. You sort of zone out, guess you were more tired than you thought, but your brought back to earth by Stan yelling into the phone. All you could catch was

“what?! No! Hey no no no” and “Fucking asshole” as he ended the call. You new what was coming but you asked anyways

“so?”

“He said hes not coming” Stan sighed in defeat as he sat next to you and lied his head on your shoulder. Your hand immediately immersed itself in his hair, gently scratching his scalp and brushing through his curls. You sighed wondering how the fuck you were gonna get out of this one.

“what about Mike and Bill?” you questioned

“in on it” he sighed out and you hummed in response. You both sat there for a moment, in comfortable silence, trying to calm Stan down.

“did he say anything els-”

“do you like me?” Stan’s head rose from your shoulder, looking you in the eyes and cutting off your sentence. You felt your mouth go dry, eyes widening, cheeks getting hot and probably bright red.

“i- uh- well” you stuttered out, really having no clue how to answer that question

“I mean” he started, sighing and nervously running a hand through his head of wild curls “not in a …. friends way” he finished slowly, meeting your eyes

He had a blush of his own covering his cheeks and his marvelous brown eyes danced all over your face as if looking for the answer there. You sat there staring at him for what felt like forever, running over your choices. Just as the though of running away and joining the circus came into your mind you felt a surge of confidence and smashed your lips into his.

He tasted like mint, salt, and something you could only describe as Stan.

Your lips moved together perfectly, dancing around each other in the best dance you’d ever preformed. Teeth hitting teeth as the years of desperation and pining were finally put to a rest. His arms snaked around your waist, pulling you into his lap to straddle him, as yours wound around his neck and wove into his hair.

You both pulled away panting. His lips barely leaving yours, still ghosting over them like a precursor for whats to come. You stared into his eyes, you could get lost in those brown orbs so easily, drowning hopelessly in their beauty and dying happily. Stan was the first to break the silence

“yes?” he questioned

you threw your head back and laughed heartily. The sight alone made him melt in your hands and the sound dug his grave. The brilliant smile you flashed him afterwards felt like the afterlife and when you leaned down to capture his lips one again he knew he was in heaven.

“yes” you breathed as you pulled away from him, as difficult as it was

Stan smiled so brightly and let out a little cheer before falling right back into your lips and kissing you more passionately than anyone ever has and you doubt anyone ever will. There you sat, Straddling Stanley Uris in an empty parking and kissing him until you were gasping for breath.

You pulled away from Stan, leaning your forehead on his, pressed into his chest, barely inches away. He leaned up and peppered your face in small kissing causing you to break into giggles.

“I love you y/n y/l/n” he spoke softly into the night air

You stared into his chocolate eyes, in complete euphoria

“I love you too Stanley Uris” you told him with the most confidence you have ever had in a statement.

#it #it cast #stanley uris #it book #it movie #stanley uris x reader #x reader #reader x stanley uris #stan the man #it fic

[justjuiceyboy]

trust

in which Happy and the reader have a fight

word count: 1,224

warnings: swearing, mentions of killings

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Being involved with any member of the Sons of Anarchy had its perks. You were respected enough in town for no one to dream of messing with you. You had a pre-built family in the club who you could turn to with any problem with no fear of judgement. 

But with every upside in this life, there was an opposing downside. Sure the normal people of Charming respected you, but no one ever warned you about cartel bosses. They definitely don’t respect you and with your limited run ins with them, you rightly don’t respect them in the slightest. Yes you had a pre-built family in the club, but to get to that stage was a train wreck. There was lots of secrets involved in this business and you coming in from the complete outside didn’t help in gaining insight. You didn’t know any members of the club before, you hadn’t grow up with them or be born into the club. For God’s sakes you met Happy at a coffee shop, funny story but for another time. But therefore, it was a long time before you were trusted.

One of the biggest downsides of the job was how much time he was missing for. You and Happy had been together for over a year and a half but it never got easier. The slight kiss in the the early hours of the morning when you were yearning for him just to get back in bed but he was already out the door. The lonely times you went to your shared king sized bed alone, knowing he’ll come home during the night but sleep on the couch to avoid waking you up. 

See, that’s the thing. Knowing. You never knew that he’d come home in one piece. He let you into this life on the condition of being on a need to know basis. Happy wasn’t one to speak very often, never mind telling you all the deep and dark things he does on an almost daily basis. You knew by the little smiley faces of ink that he had done some horrible things, some messed up things, that he would never speak about. Especially not to you. His mindset was clear, he didn’t want to scare you away so unless you were endangered by any of these acts, you didn’t need to know.

It was frustrating at the best of times, you being downright pissed off and an argument ensuing at the worst of times. Neither of you wanted this situation but there were times that your opinion needed to be heard and validated. You were too headstrong to let him have his way all of the time. And that’s how you got to this point.

“THAT’S NOT THE FUCKING POINT HAPPY” you screamed as he made another sweeping statement that made no sense to your point of view on this matter, “YOU DON’T GIVE A FLYING FUCK ABOUT ME ANYMORE!”

He rolled his eyes, usually a turn on but now it frustrated you beyond belief, “You don’t understa-“

“I swear to Jesus or whoever you believe in at this point, if you say I don’t understand, I will be tattooing a smiley face on my torso” you replied cutting him off, eyes nearly bursting out of your head at his thought of you not understanding this life. You lived this life and yes there were some moments of not knowing what comes next but he had no right to said you weren’t understanding what came with this life. You had given up so much for him already in this short period of time but he was becoming too obsessed with doing Jax’s dirty work to even see that anymore.

“Have you not noticed that I don’t give out about the club and the shady shit you do? There’s literally been a bag of fingers on our countertop and I didn’t raise an eyebrow. I don’t ask anymore because I feel like you don’t trust me” you were nearly pleading with your boyfriend at this point, tears forming in your eyes, “I can’t do this anymore, this isn’t what we are, this isn’t what I want. I never even know if you’re alive and I can’t take it.”

This was the switch for Happy. He knew that the club frustrated you but you had never said that you didn’t want this life anymore. These fights didn’t happen that often but they only ever lasted an hour or so until you forgave him and he made it up to you. He also saw you eyeing up the red vase in the corner and knew it was coming for his head if he didn’t do something to break this up.

Without a word, as per usual, he grabbed your arm and pulled you outside to his bike. He locked up the front door and returned to you sitting on his bike. You sighed but gave in and put on the helmet he had placed in between your palms. You were still angry with him, beyond belief, but he was leading you somewhere and your throat was dry from all the shouting you had just done. 

After you wrapped your arms around him, he took off along the familiar roads for a few minutes. You didn’t say anything to him for the entire ride which was not the regular occurrence, you usually whispering dirty things to him to almost distract him when he was driving. He came to a stop on the outskirts of Charming.

You were now facing a forestry, a very dense forestry. You both took off the helmets and he grabbed your hand once again to lead you into the forest. After walking for short while, careful not to trip over anything, you came to a massive hole in the ground where he dropped your hand and gestured to what you could already see.

“This is where I’ve been,” he mumbled without making eye contact, “digging fuckin’ mass graves.”

For the first time in a long time, you were surprised. Surprised he was letting you in, surprised he wasn’t afraid to show you what he was doing all day. The mass grave bit didn’t shock you, once again we can refer back to the smiley faces and the fingers.

“That’s why I don’t tell you things. Don’t tell you about the all the bodies that drop” he finally met your eyes, “I push you away so you don’t hate me, Tacoma killer and that.”

He looked almost ashamed of himself, which wasn’t something you had ever seen. You knew that he didn’t want this life for you. Once he began falling for you over a year and a half ago, he pushed you away too, it’s what he does. He never gets too close to anyone, they become a walking target if he does. A target for rivals to exploit to get to him so it’s easier to stop it at the beginning but with you he couldn’t.

You finally gave in and wrapped your arms around his waist, resting your head under his chin. “I don’t hate you, could never, even if this is the least romantic date I’ve ever been on.” You could feel him chuckle about you as he brought his arms around you.

“At least it’s a memorable one ay?” 

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