#like yeah i’m alive. be a lot FUCKING better if you just gave me a hand though

[mars-ipan]

Ya got any rants stored up? Long-burning hatred?

i FINALLY found one i’ve been holding onto this ask waiting for the opportunity.

i HATE how people treat people with anxiety disorders. it’s endless pity mixed with complete incompassion

like ok. obligatory i have generalized anxiety disorder here. a lot of things make me stressed and when i’m having bad anxiety attacks (which can last days and sometimes put me into month-long spells of misery) i get physically sick, to the point of throwing up and fever. i also tend to go nonverbal/low-verbal during these periods of time (usually bc i’m nauseous.) i’m also very prone to migraines and have a tic and wear a night guard due to jaw clenching etc etc you get the point it affects me.

when i share these symptoms with people (assuming they don’t have similar symptoms) i get a lot of frowny faces. “owh i’m sorry :( that must be awful how horrible“ and the like. and it’s never said in a way that’s actually kind. it’s said in the way people talk about those aspca commercials. and it’s never actually come from a place of genuine concern- it’s superficial pity apparently meant to placate me. i hate it

and that’s assuming i even get that reaction at all! usually when i try to explain to someone that i’m experiencing symptoms of some sort like “hey i’m sorry i can’t really be productive right now, i’ve got a lot of brain fog” i am ALWAYS dismissed. EVERY time. maybe it’s because i’m quite skilled at coping and masking. maybe it’s because my panic attacks don’t (always) look like wailing and thrashing and choking on air. but for some reason people don’t seem to understand that yes my anxiety disorder is actually disabling for me sometimes. i will ask for an accommodation i need, be compared to someone else with different needs from me, and then be told i need to just suck it up and deal with it. and i am SO! TIRED! OF! IT!!!! the amount of times i’ve told people “hey please don’t say that to me i’m prone to paranoia about xyz” and then been yelled at because “it’s not that serious take a joke” is ABSURD. hey maybe stop telling me my cough is covid bc now i have to spend the next 3 hours reminding myself that i don’t have any other symptoms asshole!!! jesus

and THEN when i actually DO find a way to cope or utilize the way my brain works or god forbid crack a fucking joke about it people get mad at me. “see i knew it wasn’t a big deal” or “so you’re actually fine” or “that’s not funny” i am. so tired of it

and then i go online and see people saying that disorders like anxiety and depression have been destigmatized and we’re treated basically the same in neurotypical society. motherfucker i did not go undiagnosed for 17 years with several doctors telling me it “wasn’t anything to worry about” despite my family history and clear signs from a young age just to be told my disorder is respected. if i say my anxiety is a disability i get called dramatic and am told to stop taking attention away from people who need it- or not to call it a disability because “it’s not that bad” and i’m fine because clearly having a disability makes every second of your life miserable of course of course. hell anxiety is demonized too! not as badly as many other illnesses but it’s still demonized!!! if i tell people “hey i have anxiety so please be careful with xyz” they act like i just asked them to let me do anything i want without consequence. there’s literally a whole fucking stereotype of people using “anxiety” as an excuse to be lazy or an asshole or entitled. as someone whose anxiety manifests in depressive spirals (freeze response) and rejection sensitivity (doom spiraling) this is Not Great!!!!! like i am hypervigilant about enough things i do not need to add “will these people get mad if i explain how my brain works” to the list

and about the rejection sensitivity. i HATEEEEE when people judge me for crying because they’re upset at something i’ve done wrong. “mars if you’re in the wrong then you’re not the victim” who the fuck said i think i’m the victim???? i cry because my brain takes “can you pls stop doing this it genuinely bugs me” and turns it into “you’re a horrible person how could you do this to someone they hate you.” but just because that happens doesn’t mean i’m not capable of rational thought!!! i KNOW realistically that my friends are good communicators and share that stuff because they like my company. i just need to cry about it as well. that doesn’t negate my logic or say i won’t actually try to improve myself. i’m just upset that i made the mistake. obviously i’m gonna fix it. that one REALLY pisses me off esp when i warn someone in advance that i do that. like calm the fuck down i’m not even pointing out that i’m crying rn this isn’t about me stop making it about me.

ANYWAYS. it’s really frustrating to deal with this shit from nts and then go to an online nd space for community and hear people talk about anxiety disorders like we don’t face ableism. just because it’s quieter doesn’t mean it isn’t there. that AND the “it’s barely an issue” girlie i was told i wasn’t disabled enough by doctors my whole damn life i am NOT about to start hearing it from you too. you can drown in the ocean or a swimming pool or a puddle. doesn’t fucking matter. the hypocrisy irritates me so bad

#ask #ghost #marzirants #i am sick of being told i’m normal and then getting yelled at for being myself #if anyone is an ass on this post and doesn’t consider the context or nuance within i will kill :) #anywho thx ghost. that one’s been simmering for a but #a bit* whoopsies #once before i got dxed i was trying out a new therapist #and after an in-depth explanation of my fear around driving and the built up shame i had from still just having my permit #she told me to ‘just get in the car and drive’ #girl do you think i didn’t try that. my whole issue is that i can’t ‘just’ do it i was hoping we could work on the THREE MENTAL BLOCKS there #anyways i never went back to her. i still seethe a bit when i think abt it #anywho. sick and tired of being denied help and then chastised when i survive anyways #like yeah i’m alive. be a lot FUCKING better if you just gave me a hand though #but noooo because i’m not falling apart in front of you clearly i’m dramatic #tbf i have an incredibly high pain tolerance and have been an expert masker since i was a child #but still. not all disability is visible asshat. am i supposed to be able to function on my own or not why is there no right answer #anywho i’ve always felt a lot of connection to those with chronic fatigue #probs bc we both have deal with ‘it’s not that big a deal’ or ‘you’re being lazy/sensitive’ or ‘just suck it up’ #not to mention constant anxiety is EXHAUSTING. fight-or-flight takes up so much energy dude

[ineylesian]

ME, OR HIM?

─ SIMON “GHOST” RILEY X FEM! READER

AO3 | MASTERLIST | CODENAME: FANGS MASTERLIST

WORD COUNT | 4k+

SUMMARY | las almas was burning at the hands of the shadow company. and you…

you had disappeared on the site of the fuerzas especiales HQ betrayal without a single trace to follow. in under 24 hours you were declared an alpha threat to the task force. Now, the city was under a veil of death and horror, words of commandment spread under the names graves and cobra.

yet, there was still digging to be done, and lieutenant simon “ghost” riley wasn’t quite done with you. after all, cobras always have a reason to strike.

WARNINGS | smut, vaginal sex, overstimulation, fingering, cunnilingus, jealous sex, implied graves x reader, biting, scratching, canon typical violence, ghost being a jealous hoe

AUTHOR’S NOTE | god i am literally such a whore for ghost it’s unreal. also, reader goes by the codename cobra, so you’ll know what that means when it pops up. graves also calls you fangs a few times bc he’s sexy like that

THIS WORK IS MEANT TO BE WRITTEN IN AN ADULT READER’S POINT OF VIEW. READER DISCRETION IS ADVISED.

“Cobra? Do you copy”

“Cobra. Come in, it’s Ghost.”

“Y/n? Do you read me?”

A soft buzz echoed inside your earpiece as the static began to fade, melting desperate calls to the distant fizzle of newborn embers. Your earpiece was gingerly unhooked from your ear before a pair of arms hoisted you up, gently setting you to slump against the nearest wall.

“You awake, Fangs?”

Your eyes slowly peaked open from the call of a familiar voice, leading you to drag an arm over your eyelids before prying them fully open. Just a few inches away from you kneeled Graves, sifting through a small first aid kit laid out on the ground below. He glanced over to see that you were indeed alive, offering a soft smile your way before returning to the half assembled needle in his hand.

“Hey.” Your eyes shot back open at the feeling of him rolling one of your sleeves up. “Try and sit still. You’ll feel a Hell of a lot better in a few seconds.”

Droplets of rain kissed the newly exposed patch of your skin, coating the area in a gloss that gave way to the thin veins below. Graves ran a gloved hand along your forearm, stopping just before your elbow to bring the needle right beside his pointer finger. You hissed at the sudden feeling of a sharp tick in your arm, yet found yourself gasping at the surges of heat that came right after it. Your hands subconsciously clamped around Graves’ shoulders as the flames of adrenaline licked through your blood, ending in the faint scent of smoke nearby.

“That’s it, Fangs. You’re alright.” Graves affirmed, tucking your loose arm around his neck before pulling you to stand. “You okay to stand?”

“Yeah.”

Graves nodded, allowing you to untangle yourself from his upper region and stand straight. Your gaze was soon pulled from your dirtied vest as he dropped your earpiece on the ground, smashing it dead into the dirt with his boot. Before you could even articulate a response to his sudden agression, your attention was pulled to the sound of approaching tires.

“Your men, I’m guessing?” You questioned, taking the new earpiece from his extended hand. “What’s going on here, Graves?”

The man before you simply shook his head, signaling to the oncoming vehicle with a wave. You grit your teeth at him, taking his outstretched arm before pulling him into a shaded patch of the alleyway.

“You wanna fucking explain that stunt you pulled back at Fuerzas, huh?” You growled, shoving his back against the soddened walls. “Playing Mr. Nice Guy doesn’t work on your enemies, Phi.”

“You think I have a choice, Y/n?” Graves snapped back, tilting his head almost comically at you. “In case you forgot, we are OWNED by Shepherd, whether we like it or not. I did the best I could.”

“COMMANDER GRAVES?”

You pulled off of him at the sound of pounding footsteps, emerging from the shadows with a grim expression set upon your features. Graves was quick to follow, adjusting his vest before leaning down to level with your ear.

“We lost our rights to free will a while ago, Fangs. But that doesn’t change a damn thing when it comes to you, okay?”

An erratic chill ran down your spin as Graves used the last of his cover to run a hand along your side, stopping to give your wrist a light squeeze before fully emerging into the light.

He was right. You had lost your right to life two months ago. But choosing not to fight back? Turning on the people who had the most capacity to apprehend Shepherd?

“… right on. Cobra and I will lead you through a sweep of the city. Remember, it’s the police we’re after. Do what you have to, but try your best to limit civilian casualties.”

“But sir, Shepherd confirmed that we had full, unrestricted reign of the city?”

Silence coated the atmosphere in a blanket of suffocating static, pulling Graves’ jaw taut as he gripped the sides of his vest tighter.

He knew this isn’t what you’d have wanted. The scrutinizing judgment of your ill-witted gaze drilling him from the back was enough to say so. You knew Phillip Graves never wanted his life to play out like it did for the past two years. And you knew he tried to play hero, but at the end of the day, both his life and yours had always mattered more than anything else.

“Of course, do as you must.”

And you were just as bad as him, holding what could be potential liberation behind tongue tied thoughts. But instead of speaking up, you nodded your soldiers off, slipping a hand into one of the many pockets on Graves’ vest as you slipped by. A look of deep solemn was sent his way, captivating his gaze even as gunfire began to light up the dim space around you, ending with a gleam of remorse before the sun disappeared.

You watched as he turned his back, typing a set of eight numbers in the device you stole before dropping it into the mud, kicking it deeper, and moving to join him.

Maybe you could do something before all Hell broke loose.

———

ONE WEEK AFTER THE INCIDENT. / A WAREHOUSE SOMEWHERE ALONG THE OUTSKIRTS OF LAS ALMAS.

“Cobra. I trust you’ve been having successes in finding Hassan’s location?”

“Negative, sir. She won’t speak without Alejandro present. With Graves’ report on the prison break, I’m afraid we’ll have to open negotiations back up.”

A noise of disapproval crept it ways through your earpiece, moving you to sit straight whilst watching Shepherd from the edge of your screen.

“Find Hassan, Cobra. I don’t care how. Golden Eagle out.”

You closed the computer with a sigh, standing up to make way for the armory. A suppressed DMR was grabbed and strapped on top of a lightweight vest, followed by a silencer pistol strapped to your thigh. A line of smokes and frags were clicked onto your belt, finishing off by smoothing your hair back and pulling a black balaclava over your face.

Midnight was approaching fast, leaving you with nearly 20 minutes to reach your destination. Emerging outside, you fastened your DMR to a clip on your vest before spinning your keys in place, letting one foot fall to the ground as you swung yourself onto your vehicle. The engine of your motorcycle raged to life as you yanked your keys against the ignition, leaving a mass of dust in your wake as you tapped the gas, setting off for the barren roads ahead.

The time on your watch had just flashed to 11:59 as you eased to a stop, setting your bike to lay against the sand before dropping beside it. Flicking your thermal scope onto your DMR, you set the gun down against the cool grounds below, finger hovering the trigger as you peered at a warehouse nearly 100 meters ahead. Breathing in, you focused your crosshairs on a pair of guards on the perimeter’s outskirts, lowering down on the trigger as one of them moved in position for a collateral.

Your eyes snapped to the side as a third man dropped in the corner of your scope, winding a faint smile upon your face as you rose up from the ground. Small piles of sand kicked up behind your footsteps as you broke into a sprint, watching bodies drop in the near distance with every footstep you took.

There would only be 10 internal guards at this time. 20 on the outside and dropping rapidly made easy work of it, allowing you to slip in through a side gate completely unnoticed.

A stray guard stationed on the main roof caught your attention, leading you to snatch a half cracked beer bottle off the ground before moving forward. Peaking your head above a ladder, you rose your hand when he glanced away, tossing the bottle a few meters in the opposite direction. Following a string of confused murmurs and the turn of his back, you mounted the roof and ran up behind him, spinning him by his shoulders before jamming a knife into his jugular.

Now came the hardest part, eliminating the ones inside. You couldn’t pick them off one by one since the area was so compact, and starting a gunfight could prove risky. The only one safe way you could think of led you to crouch beside one of the roof’s skylights, peering down at a clump of guards that sat directly below you.

A soft click sounded from your belt as you pulled a smoke bomb from it, smashing a small hole in the glass before dropping it in. The rise of agitated coughs led you to flip on the infrared lens on your goggles, dropping down onto a crate before taking your last fall onto the chest of a guard.

Frenzied gunfire rang out as blinded guards screamed in confusion, their rasps soon cut short by a swift sequence of knives jutted to their skin. You made easy work of the first 5 that had been grouped up, but the rest had already been alerted, and were approaching fast.

You dropped another canister of smoke before sliding against one of the numerous crates in the warehouse, peaking out to see a red, thermal mass just a few feet away. His legs were kicked from behind as you spun your knife to his front, spurting a thick trail of blood into the mist at the expense of his esophagus. A chain of horrific screams echoed throughout the space as you moved forward in rapid, deadly progression, grabbing the last man’s head before putting a silenced bullet in the base of his skull.

A click pushed past your tongue as you knelt down, swiping a now bloodied keycard out of the guard’s pocket. However, you could only freeze in shock as the sound of a cocked gun rang out from your front, leading you to stare straight into the barrel once the last of the smoke cleared.

“Don’t move.”

You raised your hands in defeat, allowing the guard to reach forward and snatch the covering off of your face. The moment his eyes widened was the same a sharp object whizzed just meters past your head, allowing him to mutter a single word before slumping to the ground.

“Cobra.”

His body was kicked to the side, allowing you to step out of the pools of blood that coated your boots and turn around. The sight before you drew a thin sigh from your lips, leading you to avert your gaze at the sound of approaching footsteps.

You couldn’t believe he’d actually followed your message.

“Ghost.”

His eyes traveled to your face, taking in the fresh strokes of red that coated your cheek, soon narrowing into a look you couldn’t decipher. However, if there was one thing you could pick up, it was anger.

“These people, they’re..” he blinked roughly, looking back up to you with a newfound glint of confusion resting in the small corner of light that sat there. “Tell me everything, now.”

“I doubt there’s much you really need to know.”

“Wrong choice.” The harsh bark in his tone grazed your ears as he began walking forward, roughly grabbing the hem of your vest to push you into a nearby crate. “Come clean to me. Right. Now.”

“Tell me what they’ve told you.”

A frustrated sigh passed through the lower region of his mask, followed by the slight tilt of his head downward.

“Shadow Company. Almost an entire section of Las Almas slaughtered.” His voice grew with each passing word, sucking in a sharp breath before looking back up at you. “Graves’ closest advisor.”

You could do nothing but nod.

“I had no control over what he did, Ghost. Shepherd has him wrapped around his finger, I-“

“So you just sit and let him kill all of these innocent people?” He growled, pressing you further into the metal. “You could’ve prevented all of this.. but you..”

“Fucking Hell Simon- don’t say it.”

“You’re in love with that bastard, aren’t you?”

His hand tugged violently on your vest, some fingers moving into the collar of your jacket. Following the upward aggression, one of his knees pressed into your thigh, forcing you to cower under him.

“No, you don’t understand.” You snapped, eyes narrowing dangerously. “I saved him back in Al Mazrah. He owes me his life.”

“And what about us, Cobra?” He spat, leaving just a few inches of space between your noses. “You’ve been with the Task Force way longer, and now you suddenly want to act all high and mighty because your team failed?”

“That was NOT our fault.” You snarled, roughly shaking against his grasp. “We had no choice but to follow Shepherd’s orders, you know that!”

“Fine, but the choices you’ve made up until now? Those are on you.”

You grit your teeth firmly together before swiping one of your feet against Ghosts’ leg, taking his stagger to spin him to where you had been moments prior. Kicking a body towards you, your hands forced his head down, the edge of your boot pointing to the Shadow Company’s insignia sewed into left side of one of the guard’s chests.

“I’m killing my men for the Task Force, Simon. I betrayed my squadron, sent you those coordinates, and you still have the nerve to say I’m acting high and mighty? Do you hear yourself?”

Silence.

“I did this all for you, not Graves.”

You.. meaning the Task Force, of course. Not “you” for the man pressesd flush against your chest, hands running along your forearms, stopping to clamp against your wrists in a fluid squeeze.

“But you’re still going to go back to him, aren’t you?”

You sighed through your nose, unlinking one of his hands from your wrist to rest beside his mask. The eyes above you fluttered nearly shut, holding you in a squint that proved he already knew the answer to that question.

“I have no choice.”

Your hand traveled to the side, languidly hooking a finger under his mask, pulling just high enough to expose his mouth and the stubble coating the skin around it. Before you knew it, he dipped his head down to pounce on your lips, teeth knitting against the soft flesh in a sudden course of hunger.

“Let me have you tonight, then, Cobra.”

It was true, you had no choice when it came to your situation. The mere thought of Shepherd catching you with Ghost made your skin crawl.. but right now, you had him, and you weren’t going to take that for granted. A major mistake, maybe, betraying every ill word you’ve spoken to him in frustrated lust.

Yet, you nodded, allowing him to pick you up and set you away from the mass of bodies you had been standing near.

Gloved hands snaked under your arms the moment you touched the ground, moving to unclip your vest and toss it to the ground beside you. His hands continued to roam along the expanse of your jacket, tugging the zipper down in one harsh movement before taking your belt along with it.

“Do you let Graves touch you like this?”

You bit your lip, shamelessly lifting the bottom of his jacket up to access his belt.

“None of your business.”

He shook his head, knowing what that entailed; fingers moving to fiddle with your pants as well.

“Lucky bastard.”

Ghost took no leisure in sliding your panties down once he popped the button holding your jeans open, tugging one of his gloves off with his teeth before tossing it to the side. His index finger plunged to circle around your folds, rousing a deep sigh from his throat at the feeling of your slick coating his fingers.

“Fucking Hell…”

You whimpered as that same finger suddenly pushed inside of you, the sensitivity of the sudden intrusion making you clamp around him. Only a few shallow pumps sufficed for him until he added the second finger, making sure to stretch them open inside of you before moving forward. You bit back a moan as his fingers curled against your sweet spot, the look in your eyes telling him all he needed to know anyway.

His speed picked up with every short thrust inside your walls, eventually rousing a quiet moan from your lips as your head fell back. A soft hum followed the crude noise, only encouraging him to run his other hand along the bundle of nerves above. Your teeth gnawed at your lips at the feeling of rough velcro abusing the outside of your pussy, each sloppy rub of his fingers sending a pleasant shock through your system.

“Fucking Graves.” Ghost mumbled, thrusting his fingers in you particularly hard at the thought of the man. “Wish he was here to watch someone else touch you like- this.”

You bit your hand as his fingers curled on the last word, heating the coil snaking around your midsection tenfold.

“Let me hear you, lovie.” He reached up, prying your hand away from your mouth. “What do you want me to do?”

“Fuck, Simon, keep going.”

You felt yourself growing closer to an orgasm with each approaching second, hands slapping the metal behind you to relieve the heat. Ghost’s thrusts were nothing short of sloppy now, three fingers in at their cruel pace.

“That’s it, come on my fingers. Nice and slow.”

You’d never admit it, but he had such a fucking way with words. So much that one sentence alone had you lathering his fingers in cum, drawing a thin line of slick substance between them as he pulled out of you.

His arms dipped down to encircle your legs, lifting you to sit on the edge of a crate. Now decently higher above, you glanced down, the arousal between your legs growing with no doubt as you watched him sink to his knees. Tugging your jeans down a little further, he hungrily pried your legs apart before glancing up at you, and plummeting his face between your legs.

A sweet moan fell from your lips as the coarse pad of Ghost’s tongue licked up your folds, stopping to swirl around your bud before moving back down to your hole. Just as you were beginning to enjoy the slow pace, he shoved his tongue inside of your pussy, sliding against areas even his fingers didn’t satisfy. One of the hands holding your legs open began toying with your clit once more, eliciting a string of curses from your mouth as you felt your next orgasm start to build.

Though he’d never admit it, Ghost always thought you had a beautiful voice. The way you accentuated some words and let others fall over like rain water enticed him to no end. And now, hearing the sing sing moans and whimpers spilling from you was undoubtedly catching his attention, causing him to glance up from your pussy.

You, on the other hand, had never been shy about complimenting him. You’d always drone on about how nice his accent sounded, how perfectly cocky he was.. Hell, the list never ends. However, if there was something you made sure he was aware of, it was how gorgeous his eyes were. Piercing oak and softly shaped; always adorned with an intimidating smear of black around them.

And with the way they stared up at you now? Your composure was snapped and broken beyond repair.

Seconds later you felt yourself crying out on your second orgasm, leaning back as Ghost hungrily lapped up whatever dripped out of you. He stood up after a good 20 seconds, the upper hand side of his mask noticeably drenched in your juices. He let out a sigh at this, raising a hand to tug what was left of it off.

It had been a long time since you’d seen Ghost without his mask on, and you couldn’t help but smile at the sight. Dirty blonde locks sat plastered against his forehead, longer than what you remembered. However, the moment was short lived, as his eyes were soon to harden back to the way they had looked when you first encountered.

“What’s your plan after this?”

“To steal any information from here, and get Hassan’s location from the girl.”

“You know she wont talk.” He pressed, leaning closer to your face. “What then?”

Oh.

Your mouth contorted into a sickeningly fake smile as you ran a hand along his face, stopping to caress lightly over his cheek.

“You want me to beg for your help, don’t you?”

He only grew closer at this, warm breaths fanning over your mouth in drawn out waves.

“No, I just want you to make the right decision.”

You scoffed, thumb slowly coming down to run over his lip.

“Aren’t I doing that right now?”

A hum answered your inquiry as he pressed his lips against yours, tongue greedily sliding around the inside to get every taste of you. Muffled moans mingled between the both of you, leading Ghost to press his thighs against your own. One of his hands slipped down to finish unzipping what you hadn’t, the other running along your chest, reaching under your bra to cup and squeeze your breasts one at a time.

You eventually broke apart from his lips because of the ache, glancing down to see him smearing his precum along his dick. Your legs vibrated at each push of his hands against your skin, gently clamping down on your flesh before breaking one hand away to drag his cock against your already weeping pussy.

“Think you can take all of me, sweetheart?”

You nodded feverishly, already growing hot at the pure cockiness present in his tone. What was a small match erupted into a flame as he pushed into you, trailing embers down your walls with each inch he moved. You’d never felt so full in your life, groaning shamelessly as he bottomed out, moving back after a few seconds to adjust you to his length.

“Simon, please.. fuck.” You exhaled roughly, head tilting back to alleviate some of the pressure. “Faster, please.”

A screech caught itself in your throat as he began to thrust inside of you, hands moving up to cage around your back, pulling you flush against his chest. This allowed his cock to burrow even deeper than before, the pleasure rousing incoherent phrases from your lips. Ghost eagerly tilted his head up at this, messily taking your lips in his and greedily swallowing all of the sounds from your throat.

Your hands dug into the sheer fabric of his coat, legs feebly wrapping around his waist in an attempt to stay grounded. You mumbled something along the lines of “.. please.. faster” against his lips, rousing a drawn out groan from his throat at the sound. The slaps of his cock against your pussy grew louder as he increased his speed, filling your ear with a mixture of lewd pants and moans.

“He’ll never fuck you like this, Cobra. Never.”

Ghost choked on the last part of his sentence, letting out an almost animalistic moan at the rate his cock was slamming inside of you. Each thrust grew sloppier, filling him with the carnal need to suck the breath out of your lungs, moving to nip at your neck after you gasped for air. His teeth picked at your skin skillfully, drawing out just enough force to have you sobbing his name, desperately clawing at his back for any leverage.

“My god- Simon!” You cried, raising a hand to grasp his hair. “M’ gonna.. cum.”

“.. shit…”

To be completely truthful, you hadn’t experienced anything like this with Graves in your life. The sweltering blister of heat in your midsection ignited further with every thrust, a release itching to come out as your overstimulated walls clenched around him for the third time. Blistering tears streaked down your cheeks as your orgasm came crashing around Ghost’s cock, drawing a beautiful moan from his lips as he chased his own high.

He abruptly pulled out, mixing streaks of white with the arousal already pooling in between your legs. Panting lightly, Ghost helped you down onto the ground after you zipped your clothes back on, never letting go of your shoulders as you regained composure in your legs.

“You know can’t do this without us.” He spoke, voice just above a whisper. “Come back to base with us, we’ll roll out an operation tomorrow.”

You slowly shook your head at him, hands turning his inside out mask before taking his ungloved hand and placing it inside.

“You know I can’t do that.” You sighed, running a hand along his forearm. “Someone needs to be inside, and I need to make sure Graves gets out safe if you’re really planning on doing what you said.”

“No.” His tone lowered as if you’d flipped a switch in his head, firmly taking hold of your wrists, eyes narrowing dangerously at you. “It’s either us or him. You have to choose.”

It’s either me or him. You have to choose.

You inhaled sharply, digging a device holding your frequency inside out of your vest.

“You know I’d always choose you.”

Your hands clasped around his own as you placed the device in his care.

“Just… try not to kill him. He’s looked out for me more than you know.”

Heaving a small sigh, Ghost pocketed your device before leaning down, lips hovering just inches from yours.

“No promises, Cobra.”

#arqhms #arqhmsthirst #cod mwii #cod mw22 #simon ghost riley #ghost x reader #simon riley #simon riley x reader #ghost mw2 #phillip graves #call of duty #ghost smut #simon ghost riley x reader #mwii #call of duty modern warfare

[rinstaro]

Tbh I don’t have an idea for this one kore, but smth horny asf with my bb time or even wild cause I’ve been having a bit of a rough time

hope ur well and thank you!!

-💫

of course, anything for you dear. this took so long!!!! sorry i’ve been so dead lately, life is tryna whoop my ass. i was playing botw and changed into the barbarian set and…… yeah. you know how it “bolsters links fighting spirit”? in my head it just makes him a lot more feral so it makes him horny too. i hope you like it! and i hope you feel better soon! i promise that these rough times will pass 🌟

cw: he’s a little mean, doggy, forest sex, reader is implied to be shorter than him, slight predator/prey dynamics, y’all are just messing around… or are you? reader has a vagina no pronouns, not proofread <3

minors do not interact.

you played with wild’s stuff all the time. he didn’t mind so long as you didn’t hurt yourself. his swords, his bows, and especially his armor. no matter how many rupees he’d spend buying you whatever clothes you wanted, you were always fascinated with his instead.

his knights armor was heavy and sturdy. his climbing gear showed off his toned arms. his sheikah armor had you drooling.

the only set you hadn’t seen on him was the barbarian armor. you always wondered about the set. the headpiece was just a little scary, so you asked him what the armor was for when it covered so… little.

“it makes me a little more…. it’s easier to fight.”

he left it at that, but it made you curious. so it made him stronger, but you wanted to see that firsthand. you asked him if he’d put it on for you to which he shied away. “i don’t think you’d like it…”

you rolled your eyes, begging him to do it, just once. he eventually caved. when he did, you immediately realized why he was hesitant to show you his armor.

he looked fucking divine.

the way it exposed the best parts of him had you salivating. you circled him, trailing your gaze up and down his body. the tattoos that manifest on his torso and legs... you wanted to taste them for yourself. “i cannot believe you hid this from me,” you mumbled. you wrapped your arms around him, tracing his skin with your fingertips. you could hear his breath hitch as you teased him relentlessly.

suddenly he grabbed your wrists, looking at you with a hardened gaze.

“i’m not sure if we should… do that right now.”

you could tell wild was holding himself back, so you decided to kick it up a notch. you dropped to your knees in front of him, batting your eyelashes when he hisses. your hands trailed down to his thighs, nails scratching the skin ever so slightly. “come on, you don’t wanna have fun? at least let me– oh!”

the grip on your wrists tightened, and you were locked in place. your heated gaze met his, and you shuddered. he looked like he was about to eat you alive. wild’s nostrils flared as he stared down at you, seemingly trying to keep himself together. he slowly leaned down, eyes never leaving yours.

“sure, let’s have some fun.”

that’s how you ended up deep in the forest, heart racing and wild hot on your trail. this was harder than you thought, but it was definitely exciting. the deal he made you was simple. just a quick game of hide and seek.

“you get five minutes. if you win, you get your way. if i win, i get mine.”

you took off as soon as he uttered the word ‘run’, excited giggles ringing in his ears as he watched you. he waited til you were out of sight, and even gave you an extra minute. after counting, he started walking at a leisurely place in the direction you took off in, grinning to himself.

sure, this was a little unfair. you didn’t stand a chance against him without the set, let alone with it. but you didn’t need to know that. you wanted to have some fun, so he’ll entertain you. wild wondered how long you’d last when he finally got you under him.

you stopped to catch your breath, hands on your knees as you panted. surely this was far enough. you'd been running at full speed for a while, and you were sure at least 2 minutes had passed. you had to have gotten pretty far.

only moments later did you hear a loud “thud” from behind you. you spun around to be met with trees and shrubs, the silence making you uneasy. your eyes scanned the area only to find nothing. probably just some animal, right? even if it was, you weren’t gonna take the chance. you slowly backed away in the opposite direction of the noise, keeping an eye out for any movement.

when you turned back to run, you were met with the hard surface of someone’s chest. you groaned, rubbing your nose before your eyes widened at the sight of your boyfriend.

“i win, right?”

you opened your mouth to protest, quickly being cut off by him gripping your chin. his hold was gentle but the look in his eyes was anything but. “l-link?” he wore a twisted little grin, as if he’d just caught his first meal in days.

“so we’re doing this my way. i’ll still give you one choice. do you want it here, or do you want me to chase you back home?” your knees buckled at his words, your mind reeling. you couldn’t even begin to speak, sputtering out nothing but nonsense. wild huffed, grabbing your wrists and pinning you face first to the nearest tree. he pinned your arms on the side of you and spoke, “don’t move.” you nodded hastily.

“you know you look really cute when you run? it was hard not to take you right there. the wait was worth it, though,” he grinned. his fingers traced your spine, his hunger only growing as he watched you shiver.

wild placed a hand over your eyes and started trailing love bites down your neck. you whined. the bites felt hard enough to leave marks, yet you could still tell he was holding back. you pushed your ass back against him, trying to rile him up.

your boyfriend growled, suddenly biting down harshly on your neck. you whimpered loudly as your arms twitched with the need to move, which didn't go unnoticed.

"look at you, still trying to be a good pet. ah, its a little late though. you've already pushed me to my limit," he snarled, landing a smack to your ass. he watched the flesh jiggle, humming contentedly. without warning, your bottoms were ripped from you and thrown to the ground. the roles were now swapped, wild on his knees before you- well, behind you.

you felt him part your folds with his thumbs, watching your sex drip with arousal. you squealed at your sudden nudity, arms reaching back to grab him. he quickly put a stop to that, grabbing both wrists in one hand. "on the tree. don't interrupt me."

you obeyed his orders, bringing your arms back to yourself and placing them on the tree. once he was satisfied with your position, he gave no warning before licking a long stripe up your cunt. you moaned shakily, the pleasure between your legs making you tremble. wild hummed, tongue swiping across your clit at a rapid pace.

he ate you like a man starved, your position not allowing you any room to squirm. you moaned his name over and over, and it only seemed to make him more ravenous. a mix of spit and slick dripped down his chin while his nails dug into your thighs. he'd been waiting for this for far too long. "l-link, im gonna- keep going, please!"

your boyfriend wasn't listening to your whines, tongue fucking you until your eyes crossed. he was doing this for him.

only a couple moments later did you gush all over his face, legs shaking in his grasp. wild didn't stop even when you whimpered for him to slow down. he made sure you were licked clean before pulling away from your cunt.

"b-babe what- oh!"

you weren't sure when he undid his belt, but you felt the head of his cock push against your folds.

"you always taste fucking amazing. be sure to give me another taste later," he whispered in your ear. his buttercup blonde hair tickled your shoulder as he leaned over you. "that wasn't loud enough for me, though. maybe i just need to be a little rougher, then you'll scream for me right?"

without another word, he pushed his cock into your cunt making your eyes roll back into your head. it took no time for you to adjust to his size, and he took no time in starting up a mean pace. the sound of his hips slamming into yours rang in your ears, every pleasurable thrusts making your head spin. one hand left your hips to grab your hair, tugging slightly. you winced, the pain sending heat right to your cunt.

"oh, you like that? squeezing me so hard— so cute, baby, thinking you could beat me," he groaned. you could only respond with loud moans, your brain turned to mush. "sound so pretty, gonna cum?" you nodded frantically in response, begging for him to keep going. he watched your cunt suck him in, your ass jiggling with every mean thrust.

"p-please, feels good!" your words slurred together, drool beginning to drip from your chin. it was too much and yet you wanted more. he was hitting your g spot with every thrust, his balls slapped against your clit, and you couldn't imagine a better way for this game of yours to end. you heard him snarl before he picked up his pace.

"f-fuck! 'm my god yes!" a few more thrusts and you were spasming in between him and the tree. wild stopped his movements, relishing in the feeling of your cunt squeezing around him. he chucked to himself as he watched you writhe. he suddenly frowned, realizing he hadn't been able to see your face when you came. oh, well. he'll just make you cum again.

wild pulled out, turning you around and staring you in the eyes. he then watched as your chest rose and fell, mouth hung open as you tried to catch your breath. the ferocity that was temporarily sated was now rising again.

you yelped in surprise when he lifted you up, wrapping your legs around his waist. your back rested against the tree as you furrowed your brows in confusion. "b-babe?"

"you're so gorgeous. how many times do you think i could fuck you til your legs gave out?" he questioned casually, a dark smile on his face. your legs clenched against him, hands coming to rest on his shoulders while he held you up by your thighs. you swallowed thickly, unable to answer. "hm? three? four? or more than that? well, i guess we'll see..."

wild never broke eye contact as he slipped his cock back into you, not even giving you a moment before fucking you at a savage pace. your back arched against the tree as you squirmed in his grasp. he pounded himself deeper into your cunt, his growls getting louder and your vision beginning to turn white. he was too much, fucking you so mercilessly and yet you couldn't bring yourself to want to stop. is this what he meant? he thought you wouldn't like this?

"l-link!"

"hm?" he answered, never faltering in his pace.

"harder!" your boyfriend's eyes widened slightly in surprise before he huffed in disbelief. you just continued to surprise him. he adjusted his grip on your thighs, leaning in so that you two were nose to nose.

"i've always wanted to see how much you could take."

#kore.writes #star.anon #link x reader smut #link x reader #loz x reader smut #loz x reader #legend of zelda x reader smut #loz smut #link smut

[ma1dita]

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okay I dont wanna seem annoying but it's 10:53pm and the ideas r coming in but I already sent an ask in so do whichever u want first 😭

bf!Luke when he's sick headcanons? (can be in an au where they're js normal ppl or can be them at camp, your choice !! 🫶🏼

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a/n: LIVVVVV i truly believe that if this man was sick with an SO that would take care of him he would be the biggest bitch alive just because he can

at camp:

it starts with a sniffle, luke trying to be oh so brave about it until he can’t ignore the sneezes that sound like they could shake the earth and all of cabin 11 (if you think those kids barely got sleep in general, you should see them get mad at luke’s dumbass going ACHOO for the 47th time that night)

so they rightfully complain to you to go get your man and drag his ass to the infirmary, because the cabin counselor he is loves taking care of others but throws a fit when they tell him to get checked out by the apollo kids talking bout “i don’t get sick, i’m too cool to get sick! heroes don’t get—”

yeah so he has the flu

one stern look from you sends him packing towards the infirmary, dragging his feet in the dirt and complaining the whole way

he puts up a fight the whole time, swatting the healer’s hands away to the point they want to tie him to the bed, and luke doesn’t like not winning

“luke just listen to the fucking healer and you’ll be out of here faster.” “bedrest! they want me to be strapped down here forever, babe, you know i don’t like not moving for that long! though if you were the one tying me down…” *sniffles innocently*

a cold towel smacks him in the face

you end up nursing his nasty germ-riddled ass back to health in a corner of the infirmary that you have to make your own for the next week and a half. 

but if you ask him, he felt fine after a few days—he just likes being taken care of by you

im bored lets do modern hcs too:

in this universe he’s still a little shit but at least you two live together in a cute little city apartment

luke’s laid out on the couch wrapped up in some of your coziest throw blankets as he scrolls through old reruns of friends, laughing at chandler’s humor because i imagine it to be a lot like his own (of course, if rick let him be funny instead of traumatized and an antagonist)

you’re making chicken noodle soup in the kitchen and the smell wafts through the air of your apartment even if he’s so congested his voice sounds funny when he talks

i think you guys would have two cats, brother and sister—absolute menaces, pouncing on him in turns trying to resuscitate their dad from his lifeless form on the couch to throw their little mouse toy around

that or a really big senior dog who sleeps at his feet and turns its head every time luke makes a funny noise

oh he’s still annoying in this one trust—you gave him a little silver dinner bell to ring if he needs you since you’re working from home in the other room but the problem is this man always needs you

ring. “babe!’ ring. “baby!” ring ring. “love of my life, absolute goddess among—*wheeze* humans, can you come here a second?”

“what’s up, honey?” “oh i just needed to see your pretty face. feeling better already!” 

you toss a pillow at his head and get back to your meeting.

when it’s over though, you join him in his little blanket fortress and he lays on your chest, sniffling and smiling as he pulls you into a kiss and thanking you for existing

you get sick after but it’s worth it. sort of like payback

#jo's 23rd birthday bash ⋆｡°✩ #luke castellan x reader #pjo x reader #luke castellan fluff #percy jackon and the olympians #made by ma1dita ♥︎ #for my gn babies (づ ◕‿◕ )づ

[websterss]

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐑𝐔𝐒𝐇 — 𝐋𝐔𝐊𝐄 𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: Y/n finds it difficult already living in one of the most hated towns, but imagine her shock when Shadyside’s very own Sunset Curve's frontman and high school band percussionist takes a liking to her.

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆(𝐒): some fluff

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 1,743

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: Alive!Luke Patterson x fem!Reader, Deena Johnson x fem!Reader

𝐀/𝐍: Hope you enjoy it! ♡

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

Shadyside, 1994.

“Hey come check out our gig this Friday, it’s gonna be a night to remember!” Luke, Alex, Reggie, and Bobby handed out T-shirts and their demo to a few classmates. Luke patted the back of some of them for encouragement.

“Sunset Curve, that’s us!” Alex pointed at himself. Then put his head down.

“Tell your friends, okay!” Reggie winked at a few girls who blushed.

“Hey, are you doing anything this Friday?” Bobby left the group and joined a group of girls who giggled at his approach.

“Guys I can’t wait for this week’s gig! I can barely even focus on class.” Luke stopped at his locker to take out an empty notebook and pencil for his next class.

“You don’t even pay attention regardless…” Alex called him out.

“Yeah well…I’m-“ Luke scratched his head trying to come up with something to say.

“-Excited.” Reggie started.

“-and can’t stop reminding everyone about Friday…” Alex gave him a pointed look.

“Okay, okay. I get it, I’ll shut up.” Luke laughed, hitting them playfully. “But come on guys, this gig could be our big break for us. Imagine all the record execs and the labels that’ll want to sign us. This could be huge!”

“Well, until then we have a math test to get to.” Alex reminded them.

“Shit that was today?” Luke began panicking. “No, no, no.”

“We have a test? I thought that wasn't until next week” Reggie’s eyes grew wide.

"Today is next week." Alex shook his head, as he took his notebook out of his bag.

“I’m screwed.” Luke's arms flopped to his sides. “My mom already got onto me for skipping classes, if I get another bad grade…” He sighed. “This is the start of a bad day boys.” He grew annoyed but then did a complete 180 when he saw you. “Did I say bad day? I meant my day just got a whole lot better now that I’ve been blessed by the sight that is Y/n Y/L/N!” Luke bit his lip as he called after you. You walked by him and the guys in the hallway. “Hey Y/n, has anyone told you today you look beautiful?” Luke leaned against his locker and nudged his chin up at you. You were on the other side of the hallway opening your locker. You rolled your eyes and turned around.

“Fuck you, Luke!” You scoffed at his attempts to get at you again.

“Well if you’re offering, then by all means lead the way-“ He walked over to you and leaned against the locker next to yours.

“Keep dreaming…” You laughed and shoved him away.

“I will.” He smiled at you and stared at you with a glint in his eyes.

It was like a staring contest, trying to see who’d break first to have the upper hand. That’s how it’s always been between you two. A contest to see who could resist the other person’s charms and flirtatious attempts. You bit your lower lip and rolled your eyes. Luke did a little victory dance in his head. He truly felt lucky that he could hold your attention. Work you up to make you smile just a little bit longer at him. Crack a stupid joke to hear your affectionous laugh. Tell you how truly beautiful you looked just to watch that little glint in your eyes appear. It made his stomach swirl of butterflies….butterflies were cool. 

Not that he’d ever tell anyone that.

He let you switch out your textbooks in peace before opening his mouth to tell you about Friday.

“Hey, so I was wondering-“ He scratched the back of his head.

“Move!”

You looked up right as Deena came through and shoved the brunette out of the way. Luke looked stunned. The push had him stumble backward a bit. Gravity defied him, so he fell on his ass in front of everyone in the hallway. He got up trying to play it cool. Yet you could see a snip of his pride melt away. You bit back a laugh as your eyes flicker between Deena switching out a notebook from her locker next to yours and Luke scowling at her.

“Hey, Deena.” You smiled at her.

She stopped what she was doing and gave you her attention. 

“Hey.” She stuttered. Luke had been forgotten about for a second. “Ready for the test today?”

“I can’t decide if I want to hurl or faint. Mr. Delancey always adds a bonus question to throw us off, and I don’t know if I can remember the circumference of a circle.” You joked.

“I’m sure you’re gonna do great…did my notes help?” Deena bit her lip.

“They did actually-“ You swung your bag around to the front of you and pulled out her notebook.

“Thanks again for letting me borrow them.”

“It was no problem…anything to help.” You met her eyes as she slowly took the notebook back.

Once Luke was at your side again you turned to face him and slapped the side of his shoulder playfully. “You okay there?” Luke could hear the pitch in your tone switch. You were picking on him.

“What? That? It was nothing…” He shrugged it off. “Deena and I joke around like that all the time.” He laughed, then proceeded to hit her shoulder with his own. “Right, Deena?” Deena fell into the lockers with a slight thud. You winced. She looked about ready to kill him. You laughed nervously. Luke and Deena stared each other down. You wanted the tension between them to dissolve so you opted to drop your notebooks on the ground. The two turned away from each other and peered to the floor then you pretended to have clumsily dropped your stuff. Luke immediately bent down to retrieve your notebook while Deena collected the few pens that rolled away.

The two stood to their feet handing you your belongings. 

“T-Thanks.” Your hands brushed against Deenas first. Then you turned towards Luke, his fingertips purposely curling under your palm, letting his touch linger. “T-Thanks.” God, you swore your heart was pounding in your ears. How did anyone handle a crush let alone two? 

You could almost hear a pin drop before they broke the silence.

“You coming to the concert this Friday-”

“You going to the game on Friday-”

Oh boi.

You straightened up as the two turned their heads at each other confused.

“Yeah!” You blurted out without a second thought.

“Yeah, you’ll be at the concert?” Luke pointed at himself.

“-Or yeah you’ll be at the football game?” Deena pointed to herself.

You froze, your eyes growing. You swallowed down your anxiety slowly building up. You were about to open your mouth but got saved by the bell.

“Thank god…” You sighed in relief only to realize they heard you say it out loud. You opened your eyes to see them waiting for your answer. “I-uh. Math!” You pointed past them and sped off like your life depended on it. “Oh my god what is wrong with you?” You muttered under your breath to yourself.

Luke watched you walk away with furrowed brows before turning over to Deena who was closing her locker shut.

“Since when did you fancy, Y/L/N?” He eyed her up and down crossing his arms over his chest.

“Since she kissed me underneath the bleachers behind the football field.” She smirked watching his ego dying.

“No way. Seriously?”

“No! Don’t you have a math test to fail?” She shoved past him, walking off to the class you all shared for the third period.

“Deena wait.” He held her arm, making her halt.

“What?” She sighed, waiting for him to continue.

He saw right through the wall she was putting up. He knew about her first girlfriend Sam, though things didn’t seem to work out. Yet he guessed Deena moved on considering she had been trying to gain your attention for weeks now, just as he was trying his hardest. She looked back down towards the door you entered.

“Holy shit! You’re serious. You like her.”

“No, I just wanna use her for notes. No shit, Sherlock. She’s amazing, can you blame a girl?” Deena shrugged.

“That’s gonna be a problem for me?”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah…cause I like her too.”

She found him trying to be intimidating, amusing. “Do you want a gold star or something?” She crossed her arms.

“No, but I want to ask her out.”

“So do I.”

“Rock, paper, scissors?” He suggested.

“How about…” She paused and reached into her flannel. She brought her hand out and directed her middle finger at him. The huge smile on her face made Luke roll his eyes. “How about this though, we just play it daily until Friday to see who she’s interested in. She’ll either show up to the concert or the game and then we’ll see who she likes. No bitching, no complaining.”

“Okay, okay, I can work with that.” He nodded, even though he wasn’t sure about it.

“You sure?”

“Yeah…for sure.” He nodded.

“Okay, burnout. See ya in math.” She smirked at him. She shoved a slip of paper into his chest and walked off to class. Luke brought his hand up to his chest to catch the slip of paper. He turned it over and chuckled. He looked up in time to see Deena at the other end of the hall. It was a cheat sheet. “Thanks!” She only responded by throwing a thumbs up in the air. He heard the final warning bell go off, as he picked up his book bag. He hurried up and entered the class as Mr. Delancey was just about to shut the door. He gave the man a small smile before taking his usual spot behind you towards the back. He smiled as he watched you go over your notes. Your foot tapped lightly against the ground. He knew how stressed you got when it came to the test. He almost felt bad for pulling you out of your thoughts, but he gently tapped his finger against your left shoulder. Without even turning around, you automatically rested a pencil on your shoulder for him to grab. He bit his lip to prevent a smile from breaking out.

“Thank you, beautiful.” He whispered. You hummed in response, then got back to going over your notes before Mr. Delancey told everyone to put their things away.

#luke patterson imagine #luke patterson imagines #luke patterson x fem!reader #luke patterson x reader #alive!luke patterson #jatp imagines #jatp x reader #deena johnson #deena johnson x reader #luke patterson #writings by juls #my gif

[axelsagewrites]

kindly no pressure asking if locker room roy kent x reader will have a second part where jamie and roy finally talk/confront/fight? 🫣

Roy Kent*Apologise

Pairing: roy kent x f!reader

Word count: 1422

Warnings: swearings, mentions of semi public smut and getting caught, mentions of masturbating, a lot of swearing  

Part one here

Masterlist here

The night Roy met you was the best day of his life but the day you sucked him off in front of Jamie’s locker. And the thing that somehow made it better? Jamie saw it. Roy had the next two days off from Richmond so best believe those two days were spent in bed with you, only leaving for food and water.

Roy was smiling as he walked into Richmond. A sight that truly unsettled all the staff and his teammates. “Alright Isaac? Nice weather the day innit,” he grinned at the boy as they walked to the locker room.

“Uh yeah captain. It’s nice,”

“Gotta love when the suns out. birds chirping. A breeze in the air,”

“Yeah, yeah,” Isaac muttered, looking over at Colin who looked terrified of Roy’s happiness.

As Roy walked into the locker room Colin paused to whisper to Isaac, “Wasn’t it raining?”

“I don’t know what’s going on,” Isaac said, eyes never leaving Roy, “but it cannot be good,”

As the rest of the team began to filter in Roy continued to make happy small talk, even asking Sam how his weekend had been. It was freaking everyone out. the other odd thing however just walked through the door.

“Alright Tartt?” Roy called over, wide grin on his face, “Hairs looking good,”

Jamie just nodded, muttering a quiet thanks as he began to get changed with a grimace on his face when he got to his locker. “What the fuck is going on?” Colin whispered to Isaac who was seriously considering taking up religion in this moment.

Jamie had never been so quiet during a practise. He did every drill without complaint, scored every kick, and even passed the ball. “I’m worried about him,” Ted sighed as he watched him play, “He just doesn’t seem himself,”

“His playing’s excellent though,” Nate said, before trying to joke, “Maybe this is the start of a mature Jamie Tartt,”

Beard crossed his arms as he stared out onto the pitch, “There’s a disturbance in the force. Besides. Roy’s creepy when he’s happy,”

-

“Great work Colin, nice foot work,” Roy praised, patting the boy on the shoulder before running to get the ball.

Just as everyone was about to call for a priest you walked out of the tunnel. Usually, your presence was first notice by Jamie who would give a loud wolf whistle but instead you were able to walk up to Ted without drawing much attention. “And what do we owe this pleasure?” Ted asked, a smile on his face.

“Hey coach. Roy forgot his phone, so I came to drop it off,”

As if on queue Roy jogged over to the group, ignoring everyone but you who he gave an unabashed public kiss too despite usually hating PDA. “What would I do without you?” he joked as you both walked to the side so he could put it in his hoodie.

“You’re in a good mood. Jamie’s still alive though?” you joked.

A wider smile cracked his face, “He’s growing on me. What can I say?” he said but you paused, crossing your arms to scan his face, “What?”

You glanced to the field only to notice Jamie instantly look away when it dawned on you, “You told him!” you whisper yelled, smacking at his chest.

“I did not,” Roy protested, trying to look serious when a smile cracked back on his face, “He saw us,”

All of Roy’s happiness flooded away when a look of pure thunder crossed your face and your hands went to your hips, “And you didn’t think to tell me? Have you been torturing that poor boy?”

“No but- “

“Don’t ‘no but’ me. Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Why are you defending him- “

“Does my face look like it cares?” you asked, dropping your hands from your hips only to cross your arms again, “Whatever you’ve been saying to him you better stop,”

“I didn’t say anything! I swear,” Roy said as he realised how much he’d fucked it, “I didn’t mean to upset you,”

“You don’t need to say anything to say something,” you said, rolling your eyes at the confused look on his face, “You better apologise,” you said making Roy scoff, but you were prepared to call his bluff, “No apology, no sex. Sorry I don’t make the rules,”

“That is so not fair,” Roy scoffed, “You can’t do that,”

“Try me,” you smiled as sweetly as possible before turning around to leave, swaying your hips a bit extra than usual to drive the point home. “Bye boys!” you called to the team, glancing back at Roy to send a quick wink before you left.

-

The force was slowly being restored since Roy was now back to miserable and angry but unfortunately Jamie’s mood hadn’t changed yet. Ted had tried pulling Jamie aside but he just shrugged it off. The team was back in the locker room, getting ready to leave.

As Jamie turned to leave though Roy sighed, “Tartt,” he called through gritted teeth, “I need to talk to you,”

“Maybe I don’t wanna talk to you,” Jamie said and the tension in the room could be cut by a knife.

Isaac went to whisper something to colin but before he could even start Roy’s head whipped around to glare at them, “Everyone out,” he barked and instantly the boys sprang to leave, “Everyone but Tartt,”

“Hey I think it might be best if I stayed-“ Ted tried to say but the low growl from Roy and glare from Jamie had him exiting just as swiftly.

“What?” Jamie asked, huffing as he crossed his arms.

“I’m,” Roy started to say but the words tasted like sick as he tried to force it out, “Sorry,” he eventually managed.

“What for?” Jamie asked, cocking his head to the side.

“You know what for,” Roy huffed, “Not stop taking the piss and take the apology,”

“That’s not how apologies work ya know?” Jamie said, dropping his arms, “Ya big creepy weirdo you,”

“Hey, you’re the one that was watching!”

“Was not!”

“So, what were you doing in your car then?”

“None your damn business!”

“Uhuh sure,” Roy said, drawing out the words as he chuckled, “See if I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were the pervert. Watching me and my girlfriend- “

“Fucking in my fucking locker? Like a pair of fucking fuckity weirdos fucking- “

Roy couldn’t help but laugh a little, “You’re starting to sound like me,” he said making Jamie huff like a child. Roy sighed as a horrible feeling set in; maybe he had been wrong, “I’m sorry. I crossed a line. Won’t happen again,” he said, actually sincerely for once.

Jamie eyed him up and down before finally nodding, “Okay but just you know. Don’t tell anyone about well…”

“I wish I didn’t even know,” Roy joked making Jamie roll his eyes. The pair were silent for a moment, “We good then? You gonna start being a prick again?”

“You’re terrible at apologies,” Jamie rolled his eyes as he grabbed his bag, “but yeah, we’re good. don’t know how she puts up with you though,” he said as the pair headed out the locker room to finally go home.

Roy couldn’t help himself, “Not just her who goes down- “

“We are not that close,” Jamie cut him off, holding his hand up to Roy’s face and making him cackle laughing.

The pair actually walked out of Richmond joking and laughing together. A sight you saw while you waited to pick Roy up. “See you tomorrow?” Roy said, sending you a quick wave as he walked to the car.

“Yeah mate. Hey you never know,” Jamie said, tapping Roy’s shoulder making him pause, “Maybe next time it’ll be me and Keeley in your spot,“ he tried to joke but Roy’s smile dropped into a harsh glare, “On second thoughts I think I’m late to something bye!” he half yelled as he jogged to his car, never turning his back on Roy.

As Jamie sped out the parking lot Roy finally climbed in the car, “What did you do?” you asked, squinting at him.

“I apologised! Honest,” Roy said, holding his hands up in mock defence, “You can ask him yourself tomorrow,”

“I will text him,” you warned as you started the car up.

Realization dawned over Roy, “How’d you have the pricks number?”

“He gave it to me ages ago,” you shrugged, “Encase I ever needed it,”

“That little fucker,”

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[tetralea]

Aaa I’m hopping on this prompt train 🤭

I would love 48. “Shall we put that mouth to better use?” if you fancy it :)))

Ayyy, thank you! :) It is gonna be a Maffia AU.Charles captured and tortured my Max in a very non-traditional way. I combined these few asks because they striked me as something darker, so enjoooyy!

Also if and maybe it gets a good response I’m thinking of a part two. 🤭

Not that Max minds some blood but he has a much better technique to make pretty boys like him talk. Being the prodigy son of the Dutch mafia came with certain tasks he liked and some he disliked. He knew when the time will come he will take over leading the gang and he couldn’t disappoint. He was ruthless, determined and didn’t mind using less conventional methods when he saw fit.

Like with this case.

His men captured the successor of the Italian mafia and it felt like his day has been made. It was obvious that he won’t talk easily, it was also clear that the boy had better pain tolerance than most of his men or most people Max has tortured before.

He forbid his men to cut or shoot him, no he had a much better idea. It might take more time, but he broke stronger man with this before.

Taking his time, knowing the substance he gave to the brunette won’t work for a few minutes he poured himself a drink, the ice swirling in the dark liquor. Sipping it, he walked down a long corridor before arriving to the last room. It was quiet. Placing the glass on the little cabinet next to the door, running his hand trough his longer hair and he was ready to start this.

When the door closed behind him all eyes in the room turned to him. “Leave us.” His voice was clear and cold, instructing his men. They knew better than to object. A few lost their fingers, limbs or more for less than that.

Everyone rushed out, leaving Max behind with his guest. “Well, well it looks like this little mouse run into a trap.” He laughed walking towards the brunette man. “I have to tell you, I didn’t think it would work. I thought you were smarter than that-,” his cool ringed fingers hooked under the stubbled chin, tilting it up, “Charles.”

The small movement was followed with something he would have called a hiss, hazy green eyes boring into his blue ones with rage.

“Fuck you.” Charles spit and he tried to jerk his head from the soft grip.

Max made a sound, whipping his tongue, his thumb and index finger holding the pretty face firmly. “Careful with words like that, Charles, we wouldn’t want you to beg for that by the end of the night, right?” The plump lips pulled into a smug grin, nodding with a satisfied expression, when the other man’s eyes opened wide, realisation hitting him like a freight train. “Oh, yes. What you got is exactly what you think it was, and I have a lot more of it would start to wear off.” Max explained, drowning the last ounce of hope Charles had with the last words.

He was in trouble.

“I think it’s already working, yet you still have this fierce look in your eyes. Maybe we should do something about it, hm?”

Charles groaned, trying to rid himself from the chains and ropes holding his body to the chair, but in vain. The long fingers reached their destination, palming Charles trough his pants, eliciting a small involuntary moan from him.

“Oh, it does work.” He whispered, pulling his hand away, starting to undo the buttons on the dirty white shirt. “You know, you can talk and we can just have fun with this.” The offer was generous, but he already knew the answer.

“Yeah, so you can kill me after?” Charles spoke, his voice getting more shaky, his forehead glistening, skin tinted and his breathing more laboured. He got a pretty damn big shot of aphrodisiac after all.

“I won’t kill you.” It was a promise. “Not now or later, not until it has a purpose. And right now you have a lot more purpose alive than dead.”

Charles hated this.

Max reached down running his fingertips on the flushed torso. “You are so pretty and for what?” He tilted his head, licking his lips and he took in his prey. “For whores and some women who doesn’t appreciate you?” His fingers were running up on the strong neck, making Charles shiver until he reached the pink lips, running his thumb across them. “I could take much better care of you.” The blue eyes looked down, not even trying to hide their hunger. “Look at you.” Max licked his lips, fingers still barely grazing the freckled skin, his eyes taking in every bit of exposed skin on Charles. “So fucking beautiful.”

Keeping up his movements, just stroking Charles torso, pinching a nipple or ghosting his palm over the bulge in his pants got the effect he wanted. The brunette was panting, his muscles flexing, hips twitching into the barely their touch, lips opened, eyes closing. He started to feel desperate and Max didn’t even asked him anything. He knew how this would go, or he thought. Max would work him up until he couldn’t take it, hoping he would break, but it would take more than that to break him.

“You can fuck me all night, I won’t say a thing to you, and you know that.” Oh, Max knew, he knew because it wasn’t the first time he met Charles.

“Of course.” He was beaming, making Charles even more mad. Not saying a damn thing after, only fuelled that anger, which started to face when two warm thumbs started to circle and pinch the sensitive nipples.

Max knew what he was doing. He knew too well.

He pinched the dark buds gently first, causing pain was unnecessary, rolling them between his fingers, tugging on them occasionally, not stopping or slowing down not even when Charles started to whimper. His eyes squeezed shut, pressing his lips desperately together, trying to stop the sounds from coming.

“You can make any sound, no one will hear it, the room is soundproof enough.” The explanation only made his heated cheeks darken more. For fucks sake. “They don’t know how do I make you speak, they don’t need to know or approve my methods.” His voice was dark and low, tickling Charles skin as he leaned close, lips touching the soft ears. “There is one thing certain, and you and I both know it. I don’t care if it takes all night, you will submit. You will tell me what I need to know.”

Charles didn’t want to shake and shudder under the suggestive words, but he could help it. His closed mouth whimper got long and agonising as his feeling of lust, desire and thirst for pleasure grew rapidly. Faster than anything he ever experienced in his life. It was the substance, he told himself.

When his nipples were spent and sensitive, Max moved further, kneeling in front of him. “Don’t get too excited.” His grin was infatuating and Charles would have said something clever if he dared to open his mouth. He knew what would come out if he did and in that moment his biggest issue was to save his dignity. His cock was rock hard, leaking even, and it was hard to push back a relieved sound when Max pulled him fee from his pants.

“God does have favourites, huh?” The nimble fingers run from his base till his tip. “Having such a pretty cock for this face and that body, fucking unfair.” Max mumbled, his gaze capturing the clouded green eyes.

Like he had any place to complain.

Thinking that this was it was a mistake, because Max didn’t let his cock go, he kept up the gentle, tentative touches, eyes glued to the sight in front of him. Seeing as Charles got more and more flustered and worked up, was a sight not many had the chance to see, Max was one of them. It was a sight to behold. He decided to make it last only for the fun of it.

Playing with the hard, sensitive cock slowly broke the seal on the spent lips, and Charles made the smallest whimpers he ever heard. His head hung heavy, eyes opening and closing not wanting to give that satisfaction to Max too. It was more and more difficult to hold the intense gaze, Charles tried, but there was something in them, something growing and so raw and obvious he had to look away.

“Does it make you nervous when I stare?” Max asked, leaning closer to the twitching, wet cock. Answering was too big of a task for Charles when the hot lips were fanning over his cock, and he wanted to scream. He wanted those plump lips on his cock, on his body, on his own lips. He was so screwed.

He wasn’t nervous because of the staring, what made his stomach shrink and his whole body tingle was the look in Max’s eyes. Plain, raw desire and hunger. Hunger for him.

It has been a while.

He bucked his hips, trying to reach those promising lips.

“So impatient.” Max rolled his eyes but stuck his tongue out, licking a small strip across the leaking tip, sending Charles body into shudders, a torn moan ripping from his lips. “So good?” He asked, teasingly giving him another. Charles had some restrains he had to give that, for the second time he barely managed a tight lipped whimper. “Wow. Let me hear you, I told you, others won’t and I won’t stop until you scream and beg for it, so you might as well just let it go. I won’t tell anyone.” The playful look in Max’s eye had no business being so on point, calling Charles out so shamelessly.

For sucks sake.

Max kept the teasing up, using his hands and lips anywhere and everywhere he could reach Charles’ body, never giving him enough, just a little less than what he needed, just the amount to keep him at the brink of madness.

Maybe an hour had passed, and he had to give it to Charles, the boy was disciplined. He was edging him for a while now and not one word left his mouth. Whimpers and moans, yes, plenty, but not one plea.

“Look at you, it must be pretty uncomfortable now, I know you want to come, your cock is oozing precum into my mouth and you’d fuck my mouth for if you could, so why not just giving me what I want?” He cleaned his mouth with the back of his hand, spit smearing on his pale skin.

Max also ditched his shirt and he peeled it off of the brunette too as much as he could.

“You never asked me anything.” Charles whispered weakly, lifting his head, opening only one eye. He was fucked out and in any other situation Max would have taken him already but not now.

“It’s still the same question Charles. It is the same as always.” The blonde man sat back on his heel, looking curiously at his prisoner. “Tell me where is your base, where are your man and when is the next big shipment arriving, the rest I’ll handle. It so simple.” Max smiled, pivoting on his knees, hands sliding onto the flushed cheeks, swiping away some stray hair from the damp forehead. “Tell me what I want to hear. You know I could always get you off right here and now and we could end your torture.” It was a promise.

Charles knew if he spoke Max will keep his word. “Not like I could walk away like this.” A small almost hysterical laugh bubbled from his mouth. He felt pathetic, and if he was honest he had no idea for how long he could take this. God, the thing he wanted to most in the world right now is coming down on Max’s throat, his cum coating the swollen lips as he came down from his high. His cock jumped to the picture and it was not a good look.

“Yeah, well, that thing you got won’t wear off for 24 hours, so we could take it to my quarters, and I’d give you anything you ever wanted.” Bold words.

“How do you know I’d want that?” Charles asked, even if it sounded ridiculous, they both knew he did.

Shaking his head Max leaned closer, leaving a kiss under Charles’ ear. “I know you.”

Tilting his head, Charles turned towards Max, their eyes meeting for a brief second. A brief but meaningful moment, because in the next one Max placed a kiss on the corner of his mouth and Charles was pushed back to the deepest pit of his desires.

“Until you think about it, maybe we should put that mouth to a better use.” Max prompted, standing up, undoing his belt. “If you think you are the only one painfully hard, you are wrong. The only difference is that I can and will come. You? Well, I’m not so sure of it.”

It took a few seconds and Charles did put up a fight, but in the end he lost the battle. Max’s blunt cock head was nudging his mouth and he could have harmed the blonde badly, but if he was honest he could never.

Finally he opened his mouth, slow, as slow as he could and Max pushed in, his thick cock disappearing in the wet heat easily. “So fucking pretty.” He praised and wasting no time started to fuck Charles’ mouth, with slow deep motions.

It was a sight, a sight he never wanted to forget, and he tried to keep his eyes open to see Charles swallow all of him, his eyes tearing up when he pushed deep into his throat, then his nose flared as he was gasping for air.

Max fucked his mouth like he new his limits, never giving him more than what he could take, but making sure his he was on edge all the time.

It was not supposed to make him feel good, it was not supposed to make his own cock leak more and twitch but he couldn’t help it. He was sure Max saw it but if he did he never said a word. It was his turn to moan and it drove Charles crazy.

The green eyes rolled back as he slowly gave up the fight against his body, letting himself sinking into the sensations, enjoying every second when his mouth was full with Max’s cock. Eyes rolling back, as his hands were desperate to grab something, but only finding thin air. The palm on the back of his head was firm, and he did his best to soak the big clock with saliva, swirling his tongue, swallowing hard around him until Max couldn’t take it anymore. He was coming, his whole body shaking, thick cum heavy on Charles tongue and he did his best to swallow it, until Max pulled out, jerking himself, the last drops hitting the red lips and dripping down on the strong torso.

It was quiet after. Max didn’t say a thing and neither did Charles, they were both breathless, their thoughts rushing in their brains, racing, like any answers could have been the right one.

“Please tell me what I want to hear.” Max whispered bracing himself on the slumped shoulders, straightening his back. “I don’t want to torture anyone, but I will if I have to.” He always got softer post-orgasm.p

There were too many things in the blue orbs, some Charles knew and come he didn’t want to acknowledge. Looking back at Max he opened his mouth before closing it, not saying a thing, shaking his head.

“For fucks sake, Charles.” With a groan the blonde was on his knees again, for another agonising hour teasing and edging the brunette until Charles was at the brink of tears already.

“Please let me come.” Were his first words in that time and it wasn’t enough. Max made him beg for it. And Charles begged, shaking, tears falling, muscles cramping and his cock almost hurting from the teasing and his orgasm being snatched away from him again and again. He begged so pretty, yet none of Max’s questions were answered.

Swallowing hard, Max undid the ropes and chains.

“That’s not smart.” Charles retorted but he was barely a threat, if the strong arms didn’t catch him he was falling uncontrollably to the ground.

“Just shut up.” Max sat on the chair pulling the brunette into his lap. “Go on.” He encouraged, eyes soft, fingers firmly holing Charles in place, upright. “It’s my tight or nothing, I’m not helping you get off.” He shook his head, eyes closing, rather hiding everything in them from Charles.

A painful laugh came, and the brunette’s body slowly moved, Max thought he would be more eager, but Charles’ every inch was screaming after being tied in one position for so long, pulling and tensing against his restraints for hours.

He found his rhythm after a few tries, grinding his cock desperately to Max’s thick, hard thigh, making a mess, his presumed oozing, leaking from his spent tip. Hands holding onto the round shoulders, pulling closer and closer until their faces were flush against each other, breathing in one another. The long ringed fingers came up to slid on the side of Max’s face, foreheads pressed together.

Max was trying with everything not to rock Charles on his thigh. “Still nothing?” The question came unexpected, his eyes still closed, thought and feelings hidden. His ears were filled with the sweet whimpers and moans and he didn’t expect and answer at all. He wasn’t even sure that Charles heard him.

Then, the words hit him, they were quiet and slurred, but there. “I love you.”

“God, I love you, I do and I think I always did. I love you, Max.” Charles chanted like his life depended on it and in that moment maybe it did. His hips were shuttering, and he wasn’t strong enough to make himself come.

“Took you a few months to say it back?” The smile forming on Max’s lips was genuine, relieved. His hands grabbed the shaky hips bringing Charles to his orgasm in seconds. “Come for me, baby.” The words of encouragement didn’t go unnoticed and Charles was coming, his body shaking and he was screaming, just like Max promised, thick cum making a mess on their clothes and on the ground as finally, fucking finally he came, neck arching, eyes rolling back, fingers dogging into Max’s skin.

He couldn’t even gasp when the long fingers returned into his hair yanking him closer, pulling him into an intoxicating kiss. “Wasn’t so difficult was it, baby?” Max purred, happy and content.

“You are fucking cruel.” Charles collapsed, his exhales hitting Max’s neck rapidly. “You know I’ll never tell you any intel, you have to know that.” The words were shaking, emotional, cracking between his feeling towards Max anda his loyal to the gang. “I can’t even if I fucking love you.” He was drinking in the air, which finally didn’t burn his lungs, it was cooling almost cold, smelling like the sketchy place he used for interrogation.

“Yeah, yeah.” Max laughed, holding Charles’ limp body in his arms. “I know, but you’ll have time to think about that in my bed in the next days because I’m not releasing you soon, and you have to know that.”

Charles snorted, his lips and mouth numb and tired, the previous hours took their toll on his body.

“That thing won’t wear off for like a day, and there is no way I’ll let you go, hard and worked up.”

“Thank you for that by the way, couldn’t have found a better way to interrogate me?” Charles pulled back, his limbs wobbly, train to look at Max as much as he could.

The blonde brows raised in disbelief, holding the rounded shoulders upright. “Are you out of your mind? If I don’t do this, if I don’t come to talk to you someone else would have to, and believe me, not a lot of people left this room with all their limbs intact.” The words were heavy implying just how dangerous Max could be when he wanted to. It didn’t scare Charles, if anything it was reassuring. Max could take care of himself when needed. “I’m lucky Christian let me.” He said almost brushing off the fact.

“You think he knows?” Charles’ hands were holding onto Max, thumbs caressing the naked skin slowly.

The answer was a loud exhale, mixed with some laughter. “I think he has a hunch I have a soft spot for you. Otherwise he might be a scary man but he does t forget.” Max added, confusing Charles a little, his voice dropped to a much serious tone. “He knows you are the reason I walked away in Venice.”

“And now the favour is replayed?” Charles was curious the second never spoken half of the sentence hanging heavy in the air. Was this only a one off from Christian wiping away a debt or he really knew what he and Max were to each other and he decided to allow it.

The blonde head shook a little. “I don’t know. I am not sure.” With a sigh his hand came up gently brushing out a dark strand of hair from the sticky forehead. “Come on, scathje, I’ll call for someone and they’ll take you to my quarters. The interrogation is finished but I am not done with you yet.”

#charles leclerc #lestappen #max verstappen #smut #prompts #Dóri’s summer celebration #mafia AU

[dragonciphering]

#1 of my brain rots for Hektor-centric fics.

Hektor was known as “The Horse Breaker” or “The Tamer of Horses.” And Poseidon is the “God of the Sea & HORSES.”

So in order to be good with horses, Poseidon must of liked him atleast a little bit. And if this was in a Hades the Game….Hektor could probably get boons from Poseidon (I think.)

And because Odysseus has done some stuff to them (fucking throwing Hektor’s son off the wall and killing him, coming up with the Trojan horse, and the whole thing with the Cyclops in the Odyssey) you can assume that they have a mutual dislike for him.

But what if Poseidon takes a liking to him and just starts showing up and trying to make him his champion by trying to give him random gifts or like charms. Perhaps this is his way of saying “Sorry your home was destroyed, your family murdered/taken, and that your body was treated that way lol. Want to bond over our mutual dislike for Odysseus?” (also don’t think that the gods were very happy with how Achilles treated his body but that might just be me.)

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Imagine Hektor trying his best in Asphodel (or Elysium), vibing with his family, just trying to be a good guy/be a good father to his son, and get over his grief of loosing his home when Poseidon appears:

Poseidon who really wants to annoy Odysseus: “Hello my little horse tamer! I heard you don’t like Odysseus that much! Want to become my champion?”

Hektor trying to be polite because he doesn’t want to anger him: “No thank you. While I am flattered, I am not interested. Plus I’m sure you would find someone better than me who is still alive.”

Poseidon: “Oh come on, don’t you want some revenge?”

Hektor: “I believe that we in death should put aside our differences and try to understand each other and why we did the things we did in life. Even if we have been wronged by another.”

Poseidon: “You sure are a stubborn one! I’ll find something to change your mind!”

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And what if he decides that the gift he’s going to give Hektor is all of Odysseus’s horses. What if Hektor wakes up one morning and just finds a whole bunch of strong horses on his lawn? (And almost gave him and his family a heart attack because of PTSD.)

Perhaps he tells Patroclus about this because he doesn’t know how to explain this to Odysseus. (Hektor and Patroclus made up in this btw)

And Patroclus is just like: “I’m sorry??? What??? Do you mean to tell me that all of Odysseus’s horses are in your lawn and won’t leave??”

Hector feeling like he wants to sleep for a year and letting out a long suffering sigh: “It’s exactly what it sounds like. Oh, and tell Odysseus that if he doesn’t find a way to get them back that they will soon belong to me. It be a shame to waste this opportunity. Another thing, tell him I didn’t do this on purpose.”

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Meanwhile at Odysseus’s house:

Penelope: “Dear, do you know where have all the horses have gone?”

Odysseus having a sneaking suspicion that his life(death?) is about to get a whole lot harder: “What do you mean? Their all in their pens—”

Penelope opening the curtains: “They are not in their pens, Dear, look!”

Odysseus now looking outside:

Odysseus: “Yeah.”

Penelope: “🤨”

Odysseus: “I…I can see what you mean now….where…where are they???”

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Also, imagine the bugging that Poseidon put Zagreus through. Every time he came across a one of his boons he would just be asked/told questions and things about how to win over Hektor or what a good bribe is and how to bribe well.

#zagreus #hades game #hector of troy #hektor #hektor of troy #hector #Odysseus #penelope odyssey #achilles #patroculus #The chaos that this would cause. #tell me is I should make a part 2

[casanovawrites]

the walking dead ↳ season 11c sentence prompts 

❝ they don’t have any proof... yet. ❞

❝ stocked with supplies, like you asked. ❞

❝ i need you today. ❞

❝ i’ve heard a lot of stories about when the world fell. there were more dead than the living, and it started to look like the world would go cold. ❞

❝ some people survived by connecting with each other. others gave in to the darkness. ❞

❝ shit is upside down around here. ❞

❝ hope is running low, and the longer we're out here having these debates, the more our families back home are at risk. ❞

❝ this could get ugly. we need to be ready to help these people if it goes sideways. ❞

❝ right now, we got to play the quiet game. ❞

❝ from the beginning, you’ve seen this place for what it is. ❞

❝ you’ve never stood for bullshit. it’s one of your better qualities. ❞

❝ we’ve made it through a lot by knowing when is good to go.  ❞

❝ you’re so stubborn. ❞

❝ not one of my better qualities, but you never seemed to mind. ❞

❝ i told you i shouldn’t have come here. ❞

❝ well, i’m here to save your asses. ❞

❝ it’s hard to trust when anyone can go at any time. but the people who die and the people who go aren’t lost forever. ❞

❝ remembering their voices is how we keep them alive. ❞

❝ you never seemed to have a problem with how i got the job done before. ❞

❝ whatever game you’re playing, i’m very much in it. ❞

❝ i never thanked you for saving me. ❞

❝ what about everyone else here? shouldn’t we stay and help them? ❞

❝ you’d rather run away than stay and fight. ❞

❝ my place is here. ❞

❝ you gave me a second chance to do a whole lot more, so that’s what i’m gonna do. ❞

❝ i’m fairly familiar with guilt’s burden. ❞

❝ i got used to feeling like maybe everything would always be the same. ❞

❝ after all this, why shouldn’t we try for something better? thinking like that actually makes me feel good. maybe we could actually change things. ❞

❝ i want us to be safe. ❞

❝ you just wanted to be alone. i get it. i used to have a spot like this when i wanted to hide and not go home. ❞

❝ i don’t mind being alone. sometimes i like it better, gives you time to think. figure things out, i guess. ❞

❝ i don’t know what i’m doing, but i’m trying really hard. ❞

❝ i wish things were like how you want them to be. that’s the way they should be, but they aren’t. ❞

❝ sometimes i wonder if it takes more courage to live or die. ❞

❝ who we are now, the choices we make now, maybe that’s all that matters. ❞

❝ so you don’t know me, i don’t know you, we’re just... we’re strangers, huh? ❞

❝ can you walk? are you okay? ❞

❝ you sure you don’t want to get some rest? ❞

❝ i used to be married once. well, not legally, but yeah. i guess i don’t really talk about it much anymore. ❞

❝ when we met, there was just this instant connection. ❞

❝ loss is inevitable. it always has been. the only thing we can control is when we say yes. ❞

❝ i’m a liability. always have been. relying on others to survive, counting on their courage due to a dearth of my own. ❞

❝ do you think people are born brave or become it? ❞

❝ i took a gamble, and yes, it didn’t go the way i thought. ❞

❝ i don’t want you to leave. ❞

❝ it’s all such a shit show. ❞

❝ fuck that thinking. it could be better too. it should be. ❞

❝ right now, i’m the biggest threat you have. ❞

❝ there isn’t some kind of ‘justice’ waiting around the corner. ❞

❝ sunlight is supposed to be the best disinfectant, right? ❞

❝ what choice do you have? ❞

❝ it’s not acceptance. it’s survival. ❞

❝ there’s always a path. always a way out. ❞

❝ i’ll show you. you don’t trust me, i get it, but i know a way. ❞

❝ it’s okay. i made my choices and my bed. now i must lie in it. ❞

❝ until i find my people, there is no ‘after.’ ❞

❝ what about the kids? are you really going to deny them their only chance for the kind of life we took for granted? ❞

❝ doesn’t the next generation deserve better than the one before? otherwise, what’s the point?❞

❝ sorry, the lights went out. i thought you were right behind me. ❞

❝ that’s all you’re going to get. a chance. it’s more than you deserve. ❞

❝ i won’t make it out there. ���

❝ you wanna die quick, or you wanna die screaming? ❞

❝ we’re gonna take back our home and make it right. ❞

❝ are you with me? ❞

❝ i’m with you. ❞ 

❝ i thought i recognized your footsteps. ❞

❝ you know me a little too well. ❞

❝ didn’t we already say goodbye? ❞

❝ this is your redemption. this is your salvation. ❞

❝ i don’t think i can do that - sit tight. ❞

❝ fear can make us do things that bring shame. could also push us into the light. ❞

❝ it was the worst day of my life. ❞

❝ we’re good. we made it. ❞

❝ came to convince you to do the right thing. ❞

❝ sometimes i think it wasn’t even fair to bring my kid into this world. was i being selfish? ❞

❝ you will always try to make the world better for your kid(s), because of them and for them. that’s hope. ❞

❝ this world is broken, but we don’t have to be. ❞

❝ we have to put our shit aside and work together. ❞

❝ this family, my family, would do anything to protect each other. ❞

❝ you’re thinking about what’s after. it’s a good thing. maybe we could all do a little more of that. ❞

❝ society threw you away. you were desperate and mad. i’ve been there. ❞

❝ i shouldn’t have hurt people. shouldn’t have done a lot of things. ❞

❝ i’m not even supposed to be here. the dead came for me, and yet i smile. war came from me, and yet i smile.❞

❝ yet i smile. i try to, anyway. i try. ❞

❝ i don’t want to live out whatever days i got left in bitterness. you know? ❞

❝ you know it happened to me. i made it all right, yeah? ❞

❝ we’re gonna get you through this. ❞

❝ don’t sweat it. you’ve lost enough. ❞

❝ i’m here, i’m here. ❞

❝ we could do more. ❞

❝ you know, people die. cities fall. things just don’t work out. people tell me they do, but they don’t. ❞

❝ i haven’t given up hope. ❞

❝ people are dying. i can’t just stand by. ❞

❝ i want you to pull your shit together, okay? because i’m still right here, and you’re gonna be fine. ❞

❝ i’m fine, like you promised. ❞

❝ i’ll never love anyone like that again. ❞

❝ i can stop wondering if i can ever forgive you, ‘cause i know now... i can’t. ❞

❝ i don’t want to hate you anymore. i don’t want to hurt like that. ❞

❝ i wouldn’t be the person i am today if i hadn’t met you. ❞

❝ i never thought we’d get back to any of this. i had hope, but we’re all very lucky. ❞

❝ it’s not luck. it’s effort. we have a lot to be proud of. ❞

❝ it’s not like we’re never gonna see each other again. ❞

❝ i’m allowed to be a little sad. ❞

❝ you’re my best friend. ❞

❝ you deserve a happy ending, too. ❞

❝ i think about the dead all the time. and about the living, who i lost. ❞

❝ we get to start over. we’re the ones who live. ❞

#ask meme #meme #ask prompts #rp prompts #rp prompt #sentence prompts #sentence meme #twd prompts

[polyamorouspunk]

So I (24, nonbinary) have been casually seeing this guy (38) that I've know for quite some time; I lost my virginity to him and it was fun and easy and honestly things had been great.

And then I was a little bit too high and confessed that I love him and he was super sweet in the moment and just held me and told me he's not comfortable saying the same because he's not sure

That was a couple weeks ago, the last time I spent the weekend. A few days ago I asked if he wanted to hang out again soon, but he didn't respond until today. He had a lot going on and also had to put his thoughts in coherent order, which I can respect. But reading his texts this morning has fucked up my whole day.

He's been really gentle in trying to let me down easy, I know he's still fucked up over his last relationship, and he's got two kids (both under 16) to think about; not to mention that I know he's worried about the age gap (he mentioned that I have so many possibilities ahead of me and I wanted to throw my phone).

I've got issues so I'm taking it really hard. Like this is definitely something I expected and yet I'm still super hurt. I don't really have anyone I'm comfortable talking about this with, and I'm sorry for dumping it all on you but I saw your little sleepover post and I could honestly use a hug and some positive vibes right now.

Okay okay okay so I know you know this is a LOT to unpack.

Mkay so I am 24 also (hi) some form of not cis (hi) and do have a crush on someone a fair bit older than me (33, not 38 though).

I love the idea of being with older men. The last guy I was seeing was 2 years older than me so like 26 now. Loved it. Love when older guys are interested in me. He was also going through a divorce and his son had just been born. It was a lot. I liveblogged the whole thing on here.

Dating older men comes with issues like that. And I have bpd so as soon as I FP someone yeah I’m instantly in love with them.

Dating older men can be hard when they say things about your future and shit like that- and I GET it, like it IS good advice even if you don’t want to hear it. I mean, when WE were under 16 how many people gave US good advice we didn’t want to hear at the time.

It sucks when you fuck up a good thing you had by confessing that you’re in love with someone who is not mutually in love with you. It reeeeally fucking sucks. Because either you hold that inside of you and you push it down and push it down and push it down, or you finally release it, let it go, and it fucks everything up.

There is no reason for you not to be hurt/upset about it even if you did expect it. Grieve. Let yourself grieve. Come into my inbox and dump all of this on me. Let people around you help you heal. Let me send you some love. I am holding your hand. I am telling you to some degree I have been there. To some degree I am there. And I know it gets better. Some day you’ll be like me, and you’ll be driving to work, and you’ll put on a new Fall Out Boy album that just came out, and you’ll cry, and you’ll realize through all the bad things, through all the shit and the hurt, this is why you stayed alive. You lived to be 23 so that you can hear Fall Out Boy put out new music.

And then you’ll be 24 and you’ll meet someone and they’ll change your world. And you think about how amazing it is that someone like this touched your life in some way, and that you can touch yours back. And you’ll meet up with old friends and make new ones.

And we’re so young, we’re SO young. It’s fucking wild to imagine this year (or next year) we’ll be half way to 50. That’s batshit insane. But like oh my god. The healing process that I’m going through is beautiful. Sure, there is a lot of stress. I’m failing the last class I need to graduate. My job stress is through the roof. I’m chronically ill. But outside of that I truly am continuing to live my best life every day.

I don’t know if you plan to try and keep on seeing him casually or if this really is the end for you. Either way this is just a bump in the road. 38 is so young too. We’re going to be okay. It’s a bad day. It’s gonna be a bad week. It might even be a bad month. Hell it might even be a bad year. But goddamn it if they don’t mean it when they say it’s not a bad life. It’s supposed to be almost 70 later today. I’m going to go work outside in the sun. My heartbreaks can’t stop me from creating art that I love. I saw a butterfly yesterday. Life is beautiful. Love is beautiful. Emotions are messy. They are disgusting. I hate them. But they’re poetic too.

Hell maybe this is all some Kumbaya bullshit I’m spouting. Idk. But I believe it. I really do. It takes work to believe in this shit. But it feels so much better when you do. Probably why cults work so well. Anyway!

It’s amazing that you got a chance to be with someone who is 38! I hope you look back on it fondly in a few years. And if you don’t then you’ll look back on yourself with kind eyes and think that at least in that moment you were happy and felt like it was what was best for you.

#punk gets mail #long post #dreamer anon

[mosylufanfic]

Coping Mechanisms

Who knows if this is how Cassian actually going to cope with his time in prison? But I wrote it anyway.

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Coping Mechanisms

"Ugggghhhh," Jyn groaned, flapping her shirt over her sweaty stomach. "Are they trying to roast us alive?"

They were going into their third day of this glitch in the transport's environmental systems as they hid out from the Empire after their scrambling departure from Hoth. It wasn't meant to have people living on it for more than a few days. It felt like the jungles of Yavin, but without the green. Everyone was wearing the minimum of clothes for public decency. Fans and portable chillers were at a premium. 

"Maintenance is working on it," Cassian murmured absently, swiping through something on his datapad. 

"No," she said. "It's clearly an Imperial plot."

He turned amused eyes her way. "Is it?"

"Yeah. There's some Imperial spy in the environmental controls, fucking it up for all of us. Ruining morale." She pointed at him. "You need to hunt them down and push them out the airlock."

"Too hot," he said, using his arm to wipe the sweat away from his hairline. "You do it."

"Too hot," she said, scraping her sweat-sticky hair off her face. "Guess the Empire wins today."

"Ah well."

She flapped her shirt again, then gave in and peeled it all the way off, leaving her in just a pair of Cassian's boxers and her bra. He'd certainly seen her in less. She lay down again, but the blanket was hot against her back. She grumbled and sat up, crossing her legs.

She wiggled her bare toes, then considered Cassian. He was entirely shirtless, also wearing only a pair of boxers, and  - "You know, you might be cooler if you weren't wearing shoes. And socks."

He shrugged.

"No, I mean it. The floor's actually a little cool." She put her feet down on the deck, splaying her toes against the metal. "I mean, comparatively. Lots of people are going around barefoot, if they can."

"Foot fungus," he said, absently, swiping through to another page. "Half the troops have it and the other half are going to get it."

She made a face and immediately decided to stop going barefoot in the corridors. "What about in here? It's just us. I don't have foot fungus."

He shrugged again. "I'm fine."

-

Someone had found the means to construct thin, cheap-looking sandals - plastic soles and twisted fabric straps to hold them on. They made a killing. Jyn had just enough money on her after the sabacc game to buy two sets, one for her and one for Cassian.

They weren't the most comfortable things. To be honest, they were just this side of going barefoot. But they were far better in the heat than shoes and socks. 

Cassian said, "Thanks, but my shoes are more secure on the deck."

Baffled, Jyn sold them again, at a fifty percent markup because she wasn't dumb.

-

Even after the glitch was fixed and the environment returned to normal, Jyn kept noticing how Cassian refused to ever go barefoot, or even close to barefoot.

He wore shoes as much as possible and socks at all times. Changing was a process of kicking off shoes, stripping off the old socks, putting on new ones, and then taking off the rest of his clothes. 

He didn't wear them in the shower, but he took them off last and put them on first. He also didn't wear them in bed, but he peeled them off last thing before climbing in, and put them on the moment he sat up. 

She'd thought it was a holdover from living on Hoth. There, they'd worn all the layers they could, as much as they could. But once she started really paying attention, she realized this was more than that. 

On a day where his only clean socks were riddled with holes, his foot flinched from the floor, toes curling in protectively. He held his breath and carefully, deliberately placed his feet down, taking a couple of steps until he could find his boots and shove his feet in. His shoulders softened. He breathed out.  

"You don't like going barefoot," she said, which was an understatement on par with that Darth Vader's not so nice, is he?

"No," he said.

She'd known people who were raised with weird taboos around different body parts. She always mentally shrugged. It was a big old galaxy, after all. "Your, uh, your family just didn't do that or something?"

A pause. "No, that's not it."

"So you just don't like it."

"No. I don't."

"Right."

-

She put in a request for thicker sandals, with solid cork soles, thinking, he can shove his feet in there at least. They sat unused under the bed until she turned them back in to the Quartermaster. She asked for more socks, but everyone needed more socks. 

She watched Baze knitting a scarf and said, "You do socks?"

He eyed her. "I can. You want socks?"

"I want - uh. I want to fix some socks."

"That's different. That's darning. I can teach you."

-

She darned his socks one by one, sneaking them out of his box, then sneaking them back in. He noticed, she could see him noticing, holding up the socks and looking at the darns quizzically. It was hard to get yarn that matched so she'd just gone with any old kind that she could get. 

He finally said, "What happened to my socks?"

"They're all there," she said.

"Yes, but they're . . . patched."

"Darned," she said automatically because Baze was very specific about that.

"Did you do that?"

She shrugged. "They were falling apart. And the quartermaster's back-ordered to next year." She scratched her neck, feeling awkward. She hadn't thought as far as when he'd notice. "Are they uncomfortable or anything?"

"No," he said. "No, they're actually thicker. It's good," he added awkwardly. 

"Good," she said, and after a moment added, "It's just. You don't like your feet on the floor. So I. So I thought that would be better."

"It is. Thanks."

They went about their evening routine quietly. He shot her a glance before peeling off his socks and setting them where he could reach them in the morning. She did her best to look like she wasn't noticing anything at all.

He settled into bed, turned on his side away from her. With most men, that would be an indication they were mad or shutting her out. With Cassian, it meant he was feeling vulnerable and wanted her at his back, looking out for him. She scootched up against him, letting him feel her there.

She was almost asleep when he spoke.

"I was - I used to - I spent some time," he said haltingly. "In a place where going barefoot was . . .  dangerous."

The single word contained a whole story. She could hear it in the silences.

"I guess I kept the habit," he added. 

"I figured it was something like that."

"I can handle the shower, because it's plastic, you know. And I've gotten better about other surfaces, stone or wood or the ground, but metal decking is still - it's too close."

The story started to fill out a little more.

He didn't say anything more, but there was a certain tension in the line of his back against hers that bespoke an internal struggle.

She took a guess. "I don't need to know everything," she said. "If you don't feel like you can tell me just now. All I need to know is that you don't like it."

His back eased, muscle by muscle. After a long moment, he said, "Maybe I'll be able to tell you more someday."

"Okay," she said.

He tucked his feet against her calves, bare toes curling against her skin. She reached back and patted his leg. 

Guarding each others' backs, they went to sleep.

FINIS

#Cassian Andor #Jyn Erso #rebelcaptain #mosylufanfic lives up to her damn name #NaNo stories #star wars

[noforkingclue]

No Questions Asked (Laszlo Kreizler x reader) Chapter 19

Chapter warnings: character death and mentioned domestic abuse

No Questions Asked tag list: @fandom-lover-4, @ajeff855, @booksarekindaneat, @greeneyedblondie44

Everything tag list: @greenrevolutionary, @byebyebreezywrites, @spngingerbread21, @layazul, @lov3vivian, @simonsbluee

It was late when you finally staggered back to your humble home. Laszlo had offered for you to stay but you very swiftly declined. You didn’t want to risk your secret getting out in that way.

“Where the fuck have you been all night?”

You leant against a wall and looked over at Alice. She folded her arms and you slumped against it. You took in deep breath of the cool night air and said,

“Out.”

“Are you drunk?”

“So what if I am?” you slowly sunk to the ground, “everyone else is allowed to so why not me?”

“And where have you been all night?”

“You’re not my fucking parents,” you snapped, “so why does it concern you?”

“You had people waiting to see you.”

“I have people to see me every night. Why is tonight so special.”

Alice marched over to you and grabbed your shoulders. You let out a yelp as, with a strength you never knew she had, Alice pulled you to your feet and pushed you against the wall. You felt yourself sobering up and you finally saw her saw properly. Her eyes were red and you could see the faint traced of tears on her cheeks.

“What happened?” you asked quietly

“Polly.”

“Is she ok?” you asked sharply

“She would’ve been if you were here.”

“What do you mean by that?”

“She’s dead,” Alice said bluntly, “that bastard went too far. She came here looking for you and guess what- you weren’t fucking here.”

“Polly’s… dead.” You said weakly

“Yeah and you helped.”

“Helped,” sorrow was replaced with anger, “how the fuck did you work that out?”

“If you were here instead of being with your new posh friends then Polly would still be alive!”

“You don’t know that! I’m not a miracle worker!”

“She would’ve had a better chance. You, for all your worth, is a better option than nothing.”

“For all my…”you slapped Alice’s hands away and jabbed her in the chest, “don’t you dare fucking talk to me like that. I have done so much for everyone here and I had one day off, just one! I don’t ask for much, hell, a lot of you don’t even pay me.”

“We would’ve appreciated you letting us know you wouldn’t be here,” Alice cried, “you have people relying on you!”

“And when do I get any time for myself?” you snapped, “Helping everyone with medical issues. Helping Kreizler and his lot with these murders. I never have time just for me.”

Alice sighed and ran a hand her face.

“Then maybe you should stop helping them.” She said

“And let more children get killed?”

“That isn’t what I mean and you know it,” she said harshly, “But that isn’t the world you belong in.”

“I know.”

“Then why are you helping?”

“Money,” you gave a weak chuckle, “and maybe because it was the right thing to do.”

“Yeah, course.”

An awkward silence fell over the two of you. You wiped your eyes. How could you have let this happen?

“Pol wanted you to have this.”

“Huh?”

You looked up sharply as Alice waved a scrap of paper at you. You flinched when you saw it dotted with blood. Alice sneered at let it drop and you quickly snatched it before it could touch the ground.

“She was determined that you should know that,” she said, “her last wishes before she died. Do with that as you want.”

Alice turned on her heel and walked swiftly away, once again leaving you alone in a world that you no longer belonged in.

#fanfiction #the alienist #reader insert #laszlo kreizler #laszlo kreizler x reader

[slothgiirl]

baby steps: noah marshall x mc

937 words. plotless. tw: mc is getting used to eating solid food again after being saved.

“So this is the famous french dip with au jus that I’ve heard so much about,” you grin, teasing Noah. 

“You remember that,” he blushes. 

You sniff, unsure about this. You’d been on a liquid diet for ages since coming back. It had been Tom and Connor’s plan since you threw up from fries. Keeping down food had been hard at first. Remembering to eat. Being alive was hard. It was shitty how hard the adjustment was after being a disembodied shadow for so long. 

“You can just have the au jus if you don’t think you're ready,” Noah offers, leaning on the counter next to you. He’d cut the sandwich in half.

You take a deep breath, “I never want to have bone broth again,” you scowl, sick of it. Sick the lack of texture. “‘Sides,” you reach out for Noah’s hand, “how else am I gonna taste test the Baby Jane menu?”

“I still have to sign the lease,” Noah reminds you. 

“Oh please,” you wave off, “they’d be crazy not to give you the place. Lot’s been empty since we were kids. I’m actually surprised it’s still standing, and right on the highway too.” Westchester was a small town. People only drove by on their way to New York City. 

You pick at the sandwich first, tearing a piece of bread. “I still can’t believe you know how to bake.”

“It’s really easy,” Noah points out. “Salt. Flour. Yeast. Bread flour is the game changer. Not that all purpose stuff.”

You stick your tongue out at him. 

“Don’t knock it till you try it.” The asshole winks at you. 

You kick him lightly. 

Then you have to pause to wiggle your toes. You had toes again. 

You pinch your arm. 

Yup. Still here. Alive. 

You pop the piece of bread into your mouth. 

“Mm.” Oh fuck it was good. Light and fluffy. You’d forgotten what chewing was like. Better than the store bought white bread that stuck to the roof of your mouth. Still, you tease Noah, “not bad.”

Noah puts a hand over his chest, “that’s it.”

You laugh at him, “okay. It’s really good. I’m surprised you don’t have your own starter.”

“I do actually,” Noah tells you, “gotta save that for the grilled cheese later. It’s mind blowing.”

You giggle. It was adorable how into cooking Noah could get. You didn’t know the difference between tri-tip and sirloin but you could listen to Noah go one about it for hours. You liked watching him move around the kitchen, shredding cheese and sauteing vegetables. 

You had a newfound appreciation for the mundane. Anytime spent with Noah was special to you. 

Next, you pull out a piece of the thinly sliced beef, popping it into your mouth before you chicken out. 

It was. . .you chew, unable to place the flavor. . .you remember the cold seeping into your body, the wind going right past you, the smell of iron and rot and dirt in your jaw. . .

You grip the counter, swallowing the bite. You hope it stays down. You can practically feel it crawling down your throat, landing in your stomach with a heavy thud. 

It felt wrong.

Eating, being solid-

It was so hard to get used to. 

Stay down, you tell yourself. It was a tiny bite.

You were sick of pedialyte and strained chicken broth. You could do this. You’d managed to keep your sanity through it all, you could do anything. 

“You okay,” Noah squeezes your hand. 

You nod, “yeah. It’s nothing just…give me a moment.” It was hard to be human again. 

“Maybe you should stick to bread? If it’s easier.” 

He was so sweet. Noah who never left your side when you needed him most, who gave you all the space you needed to recover, who made you laugh when you felt like shattering. Noah Marshall who made it all worth it. 

“No.” You insist, “Let me try another piece,” you decide when the slice of beef doesn’t give you nausea. When you manage to keep the bite down, you decide to have another. 

This time you focus on the cheap particle board bar top in Noah’s tiny home. The entire neighborhood was rundown, but quiet. There were never any issues except the neighbors sunday get together that would go on until 2 in the morning.

Secretly you liked hearing the noise. It gave you something to focus on when you woke up from another nightmare back in that place. 

You rip another piece with your fingers. 

This time it’s juicy, the beef tearing to pieces easily. You lack the words, barely remembering food enough but it’s good. It’s a lot like deja vu, the flavor of beef was familiar but you couldn't remember how. 

“I like it,” you tell Noah. 

“Does it live up to expectations?” He flicks your nose.

You flip him off. “Company could be better.” You tear another piece of bread off. Small bites. You could do small bites. “I like getting to chew.” It sounds insane. “Fuck, that’s sad.” You slump in the bar stool.

“No,” Noah reassured you, “it’s cute.”

“Liar.”

“I’m not lying.”

“Okay,” you scrunch your nose up, “so we’re both pathetic.”

“Maybe,” Noah grins. 

You laugh, covering your mouth with your hand. 

Maybe you two were sad losers barely working on getting GEDs after flunking high school for supernatural reasons, but you wouldn’t want to be with anyone else. Things as simple as doing the dishes was tons of fun when you got to flick soap bubbles at Noah. 

“So when do I get to try the grilled cheese?”

#it lives in the woods #noah marshall #noah marshall x mc #mine #baby steps

[crockettmarcel]

I wish you would write a fic where Sarah and Ava actually hate each other and Connor is stuck in the middle <3

sorry that this took me almost two years to write lol. better late than never though right? wc: 1076

“Connor, how many psychiatrists work at this hospital?” Ava asks, appearing out of nowhere next to him at his computer.

“I’m not sure,” he says, turning to look up at her. “Maybe ten? Give or take.”

“Uh-huh.” She nods, then pulls out the chair next to his and sits down. “So, more than one, you’d say?”

“That’s usually what ten means, yeah. Why, what’s going on?”

“Oh, I’m just wondering why, if we have so many different psychiatrists here, you’d page Dr Reese to consult on our patient. Surely there was someone else, perhaps with more experience, that would have been able to assess competency?”

He sighs and runs a hand through his hair. “Honestly, Ava, I had no idea she’d be the one doing it. I asked Maggie to page psych and I guess she chose Sarah. Not my fault.”

She glares at him, then for added emphasis, crosses her arms against her chest. “Have you considered using your brain for once? Next time, tell her to page anyone but Dr Reese, okay? It’s not that hard to remember.”

“Yes ma’am.” He salutes her, earning himself an even fiercer look, and he’s certain that if he pushes her any further, she’ll burst a blood vessel. Or into flames. “What’s the big deal, anyway? You don’t have to be there while she does her assessment.”

“I know that, Connor. I’m not a complete idiot.” As soon as Sarah had appeared in the doorway of the treatment room, tablet in hand and that stupid sickly-sweet, over-sympathetic smile on her face, Ava had excused herself and spent the next fifteen minutes staring daggers at the room from the nurses’ station. “But she had to tell someone the results of her assessment, and since you’d fucked off up here to do God-knows-what, I got that privilege.”

“Okay, well I’m sorry about that, Ava. I’ll stick around next time so you don’t need to speak to her.”

“My knight in shining armour, thank you.” She grins at him, and suddenly that murderous look in her eyes from thirty seconds ago has disappeared. Connor can’t imagine the death stares she must have given Sarah, and he’s glad he wasn’t around for the immediate aftermath of their interaction. At least the couple of minutes in the elevator on the way up from the ED gave Ava a chance to calm down slightly.

He wonders if he should go and check on Sarah.

“You know, if you told me what this whole feud was about—”

She cuts him off almost instantly. “Not a chance in hell, Connor. Absolutely not.” With that, the murderous look is back, and it’s the last thing Connor sees before Ava stands up and storms off.

They have a valve repair together in the afternoon, and he hopes that she’ll have done something — most likely shout at a med student or drink a gallon of her “super cool” black coffee — to calm herself down by then. If not, he’ll have to start praying.

—————————————————

He spots Sarah an hour later in the cafeteria. As grateful as he is to see that she’s alive and unharmed after her time with Ava, he’s in no rush to make small talk in between mouthfuls of lunch; she has that same pissed-off look in her as Ava did, and he’s not in the mood to hear about why. (He’s sure he already knows.)

He does his best to avoid eye contact with her, keeping his head down as he shoves his slightly disappointing chicken sandwich into his mouth, but Sarah notices him anyway. A chair scrapes against the floor, and when he puts his sandwich down for a moment and looks up, Sarah’s sitting opposite him, setting out her fruit cup and bread roll on the table.

“Hey, Sarah.” He’s not entirely sure what he can say without upsetting her further, so he waits until she’s stopped staring at him to speak again. “That, uh, that fruit looks good. What is that, cantaloupe?”

“You know,” she says, ignoring his attempt to start a conversation, “I liked working here a lot more before Dr Bekker arrived.”

There’s nothing he can do to stop this from happening, so he just raises an eyebrow and takes a sip of his coffee. “Is that so?”

“Oh, come on, Connor. Don’t act like your life wasn’t easier before she got here. We’ve all heard the way you two fight. You’re lucky you’re an excellent surgeon, because otherwise…” She lets her voice trail off, but the face she pulls is enough for Connor to know exactly what she means.

If he wasn’t such a good surgeon, he’d have been fired for his conduct.

“Look, I get that she can be difficult, but—”

Sarah scoffs. “She’s an absolute nightmare.”

He frowns. “What is going on with you two? She’s walking around looking like she wants to kill someone, and you’re like…” he gestures loosely at her, “...this. Can’t you just, I don’t know, talk it out?”

“There’s nothing to talk about.” 

She leans back in her chair and folds her arms, and Connor can’t get over how uncannily similar her movements are to Ava’s. Telling her would be a death sentence though, and he’s not that stupid, so he lets the thought go. Instead, he takes a moment to observe Sarah's defiant posture, her arms tightly crossed, and the determined look in her eyes. It's clear that whatever this is, it goes far beyond over-competitiveness or a disagreement about patient care. There’s something else entirely.

“And I take it you don’t want to tell me what the problem is?”

She sighs. “I got assigned to your patient today, and Ava was a complete bitch about it.”

“Yeah, I heard about that. I meant in general though. Do you want to tell me about what happened in the first place between you two?”

“I do not.” She rips a chunk off her bread roll, then breaks it up into smaller and smaller pieces until she’s left with nothing more than crumbs. Connor watches as she does it two, three more times, and it’s only when there’s less than half of the roll left that she speaks again. “I don’t know. Maybe. Not now, though.”

“Well, I’m here if you ever want to chat. And I promise I won’t tell Ava what you told me.”

Sarah smirks. “Good luck keeping a secret from her. She’ll figure it out, especially if it's about me.”

#chicago med #writing #sarah reese #ava bekker #connor rhodes

[talentforlying]

@handgiven: ❝i’m fine. you’re the one who got stabbed.❞ fallen em moments u.u — SIX OF CROWS STARTERS

' fine my arse. you're fuckin' bleeding. '

the rest of the sentence fades out to static, bullied back by the instinct he follows to catch em firmly by the chin and tilt his face up for better inspection, stiff and unsteady fingers fumbling for a pocket hankie ( thank christ he never fully gave up on the desire to dress pretentiously ) to crumple in his fist and dab at the dark streak sliding down from em's hairline. he still hasn't gotten used to this: the stomach-dropping, tilt-a-whirl feeling of finding em after a fight and seeing dings and scrapes and bruises. even now that it's become more common, now that em doesn't have a halo to beam down holy armor from the angelic mothership — especially now that it's become more common, now that they both know a nick at the wrong junction could puncture clay like plant roots in soil — constantine can't fucking get used to it.

devotion's simple enough to stomach when it doesn't cost anything, when the person giving it's got plenty to spare and has a finger on the scale strong enough to keep themself level. it's a different story entirely when you're the one responsible for ensuring they make it out alive at the end of the day.

( em's choice, to keep following him in. em's decision to take the hits and risk his newly-under-nine lives. still constantine's responsibility, because . . . because he owes it. because he owes em. )

it's only once he can see the edges of the laceration, shallow enough not to be life-threatening, that his lungs kick back into active service again, the release of air dropping his shoulders like the limbs of a cut marionette. then the static clears, leaving him blinking blankly, hands retreating to absently pat down his own chest for a cursory triage. ' . . . 'ang on, stabbed? how d'you mean, stabbed, i'm perfectly — oh, fuck me. '

yeah, being stabbed would account for the hot and sticky something that's been running down his forearm and pooling in the crease of his elbow, wouldn't it? it'd account for the smeared fingerprints he's left on em's cheek, too. and, you know, there's the searing fucking burn in the center of his right palm where the perforation's gone clean through, now that he's noticed it. hard to buff that one out.

he looks up at the expression on em's face and just can't help it: he laughs, a nervous giggle that sounds an awful lot like shock, wiggling his claret-colored fingers in a gruesome sort of cooee. ' look — guess i'm the hole-y one now. '

#handgiven #( V. ) STEPS FROM THE SHADOWS. ( i. ) #yeah. he really did make that joke. i hate him #so i read recently about st francis of assisi being the first recorded stigmatic and uh. yeah. ✨symbolism✨ #also it supposedly occurs due to poignancy of faith and john has Such faith in em :') so More Symbolism #fellas is it codependent to ignore your stabbed hand so you can wipe blood off your balancing act partner's face instead #ask to tag / #injury / #injury cw #( answered. ) THIS IS JOHN CONSTANTINE. FUCK OFF.

[storiesbyrhi]

Bones and All - Chapter 10: Counting Numbers

Eddie Munson/Reader Series Masterlist

Warnings: canon typical violence/gore, swearing, weird parental relationships, animal farming/slaughterhouse setting (1 scene only); psychiatric hospital setting (1 scene only); discussion of religion; suicidal ideation/thoughts; no beta; updated each chapter

Synopsis: A Bones and All AU. What do you hunger for?

Chapter Summary: You walk a lonely road. 2822 words.

Author's Note: We are diverging from the book/film, my friends, because we wanna have a little more Stranger Things in this AU before we rejoin the canon. Enjoy. Also, a reminder my work has no beta, and is often riddled with typos. Forgive me, pls.

The first night you spent without Eddie was in Frankfort. In the morning, you woke up in a playground cubby house miserable, then hitched your way to Indianapolis. Another two nights alone in the city had you desperately lonely. All the people with their happy little normal lives. Couples in restaurant windows. Families in the parks.

You walked the streets scared and resentful. Guilt for leaving Eddie was eating you alive, so to speak, and the regret felt like it would last forever. It was turning you into a bitter and dangerous thing.

Breaking into cars and stealing cash and anything useful was easy enough; the hard part was avoiding witnesses. Early in the morning after your third night in Indi, you were down an alleyway behind some apartments. You smelt him before you saw him.

A man was asleep in the driver’s seat of a car. Through the window, you watched him breathe. On the backseat was a pile of clothes, his wallet, and some toiletries. He’d been kicked out of home, you figured. Maybe he’d been unfaithful. Maybe he’d hurt her. Your mind was giving you a lot of different maybes that would justify what your stomach was begging you to do.

You shook your head to yourself.

No.

Penny. Luke. Dmitri. Kevin. Marcus. Noble. CJ. Jamie. Lydia. Steve.

I’m not a monster.

Before you could settle on a story about the man and one about yourself, the front door opened and the man leaned out with a cough. You could smell the booze.

“What the fuck you doin’?” the man asked, squinting through the morning light.

You took a step back.

“Oh, hey, hey. Sorry, love,” he said, trying to soften his voice. He’d seen you and subsequently decided you were not a threat to him. Perhaps, the man thought, you could be of use. “You need some help or something?”

“No,”

“You sure? You look hungry.” And he looked hungover in the vilest way. “You wanna get in? I’ll take us to get breakfast, huh?”

Penny.

As you took a step closer to the car, the man smiled and it was nothing like Eddie’s.

Luke.

You could feel his eyes follow you as you rounded the front of the Honda Acord.

Dmitri.

The passenger door didn’t open as you lifted the handle; the man leaned across to pull up the lock.

Kevin

You hesitated for a second, wondering where Eddie was.

Marcus

The inside of the Acord was stuffy, the air stale.

Noble

“I’m Brian. What’s your name?”

CJ

“Wendy,” you lied.

Lydia

“Well, Wendy, you sure are pretty.”

Steve

Brian.

…

The Honda Accord took you northeast to Muncie. You didn’t stop to clean up until you were well beyond Indi’s city limits.

At the public library on Jackson Street, you found a quiet spot to read. The words on the page melted into the pink flesh of your brain and refused to process. When it took three goes at one page, you gave up, opting to instead pull out your journal.

The lines on the page asked how you felt, but you didn’t want to feel.

Slamming the journal shut and throwing it at your bag,  you earned a few disapproving looks from the locals. Glaring back at them, you hardly recognised yourself.

You thought you were just hungry, but Brian was settling in your stomach and it still wasn’t enough. You wanted Eddie.

No.

He was better off without you. Yeah. He could do his own thing and not have to look after you and eat who he wants and not be made to feel guilty and… and…

Fuck.

There was a reason you’d not left Indiana yet. There was a reason your mind kept coming up with wild and fantastical stories about how Eddie got his scar. There was a really fucking obvious reason your entire existence was burning with longing.

“Well hello, little missy.”

A shiver ran down your spine. You looked up and saw him standing at the end of the aisle, the shadow of all the books casting him in half darkness.

“I didn’t mean to scare you.”

He looked exactly how you remembered. The jacket, rat’s tail, and ear.

“Uh, hi… Sully,” you greeted, quickly putting your things in your bag and throwing it over your shoulder.

“Oh, you ain’t sad to see old Sully, are you missy? ‘Cause seems to me like this is some good luck,”

“Luck?”

“Well, you know. Without your new friend anymore.”

Luck or happenstance had nothing to do with it. “Have… Have you been following me?”

“I know, it seems crazy to me too! I just didn’t know what else to do,”

“What? Why?”

“Because we didn’t have our chance to say our goodbyes,” Sully said, moving toward you.

You walked out of the aisle and into a more open section of the library. Sully was keeping his voice low, and nobody was paying much attention.

“And I’ve been worrying on you. On your own as you are now,”

“Uh… Why… Why not say hello or something earlier then?”

“Oh no, I don’t interrupt. That’s bad manners. And you was with your friend. Where’d he go now? I saw him took off from Lafayette real fast. Is he your boyfriend?”

“No, just a friend,” you answered, not sure why you were saying anything at all. Sully was looking you up and down, even reaching out to touch your face. You dodged his hands and shook your head.

“Oh, just a friend,” he repeated. “Maybe he didn’t get that telegram… He one of us?”

Normally the fact that people were predisposed to say nothing, do nothing, bystander effect, was to your benefit. But then and there, you silently screamed at the library patrons to help. For one person to step up and ask if you were okay. Eddie would have.

“Well, like I says – life is never dully with Sully… What do you say? Uh… Wanna… You wanna take a ride with Sully for a bit?”

“It’s… it’s weird that you’ve been following me,”

“It’s only been a couple of weeks – life will get weirder. I promise,” he said with an awkward chuckle and a terrible attempt at nonchalance. The laughter made the librarian look up. Sully continued his pitch. “I liked… I liked our talk. It’s a hard and lonesome road for us, isn’t it? So, there ain’t no sense making it lonelier,”

“I’m… a girl,”

“I know, about my daughter’s age… If I had one,”

“Is that what this is?” you asked.

Anger flashed across Sully’s face. You saw it before he could control it. He stepped from foot to foot on the spot, shoved his hands into his pockets, and hunched forward. “How do you like that?” he mumbled to himself.

“I’m not trying to upset you, Sully. I just don’t feel comfortable with this.” You could hear it in your tone, and you knew Sully probably could too. It wasn’t your intention to be patronising, but it was that or bare your teeth.

“You’ve never fit with someone before?” he asked then, making eye contact.

“I have… It’s just gotta go both ways.” And it had. It had for you and Eddie.

Sully started to breathe heavily. “You don’t like Sully,”

“Why do you say your name like you’re two different people?” you asked, itching with the feeling of being manipulated.

“You don’t like me,”

“I don’t trust you. And it doesn’t matter if I’m wrong or I’m right about that. It just matters that I feel it,”

“So, you’re not coming with me?”

Sully spoke like a child and his logic wasn’t far off that pattern either. Yet, there was an unmistakable knowing in his look and in his actions. Neither part of him was a facade. That’s what made him so unhinged and deadly.

Had Lydia Harmon been dying when Sully had found her? Or had he helped her along? If you hadn’t slipped out of the house that morning, where would you be now?

Everything was coming into focus.

“Not coming with you.”

There were a few seconds where you thought maybe he’d leave. “Fuck you, then,” he said quietly. He took his hands out of his pockets. “Fuck you, missy.”

You nodded and took a step away from him. Sully responded by rushing forward and grabbing your shoulders.

“You fucking bitch! I ate with you! I dried off with you! I ain’t ever done that with anyone else!”

Other people came running over to pull him off you.

“That means something, missy! That means something!”

As soon as his arms were ripped from you, you bolted from the library and down the street. Throwing yourself into the Accord, you started to sob. You could almost hear Eddie’s voice in your head telling you to go, go, GO!

You speed down Jackson Street and straight out of Muncie, watching the rearview mirror the entire way.

…

The ringing abruptly stopped.

“Hello?”

“Hey, Red,”

“Eddie?!”

“Yeah… Sorry I haven’t called in a few days… Been, ah… Doesn’t matter. How are you? You good?”

“Where are you? You sound weird,”

“I’m, ah, I’m driving home actually,” Eddie told her.

“Really? When will you get here?”

“Tomorrow. I’ll be there tomorrow,”

“Can you stay?” There was hope in Max’s voice. Eddie was a monster for a lot of reasons, but he wouldn’t let it be for dimming that last light.

“Yeah. Yeah, this time I can,”

“Wayne’s gonna freak! Can I tell him?”

“Yeah, Red. Go for it.”

Max went to say something else, but the sound on the other end of the line stopped her. “Are you crying?” she asked.

“What? No. I’m good,”

“Ohhhhhkay… Can I tell Dustin you’re coming?”

“Sure… I’ll see you tomorrow, ‘kay?”

“Yeah. Tomorrow.”

…

After Muncie, you went east through Winchester and Versailles. It was easier being without a home in a city than it was out rural. You would have to decide to steal or buy supplies if you wanted to keep traveling, or find a place to make home. Deep down, you knew you weren’t going to do either. It was just stubbornness keeping you from where you wanted to be.

When you got to Sidney, Ohio, you ditched the Honda Accord and continued into the city centre on foot. Unlike Eddie, you weren’t well-versed in asking to swap number plates on a stolen car. And there was the fact that Sully knew the car. It was easier to disappear without it.

You found a mall and hatched a plan. As a child, you’d been so afraid of being left behind. Abandoned. Forgotten. Whenever you and your mother went shopping, you’d never wander off, terrified that she’d leave and you’d be locked in a giant store after closing hours. Now, it was exactly what you were aiming to do.

Biding your time, you considered hiding options. Eventually, you crawled under a display bed, finding the space below hollowed out and empty – no mattress or springs in sight. Laying starfished out on the floor, you listened as customers went by. Staff restocked and cleaned. Then, the store emptied.

That night, you remained on the floor under the bed, satisfied with a roof over your head. There would be no complaints about a lack of a soft below. In your dreams, your father came to you and smiled as he held out his hand. You opened my mouth and he put his fist inside. You ran down corridors, the walls stained with words, and one by one you found them, each of them, waiting for you in the dark.

...

Seventeen nights. That’s all the time that had passed since you had been left with a letter.

Fourteen nights since you left that house and ventured out into the world.

Seven of those nights had been spent with Eddie.

And since you left Eddie with no letter, three nights.

When you woke up under the bed in the store, your spine felt like it had curled in on itself. “Fuck,” you mumbled. Walking it off didn’t help. Shoplifting ibuprofen didn’t help.

More counting.

Six days since your last shower.

And the cash? Enough for another week unless you gave in to the fantasy of blowing it all on a family size pizza and shitty hotel room. But that would be dumb. It would be so fucking stupid.

…

“Yeah, hi, could I get a large meat lovers? With extra meat… Um… all of them? … Yeah. Thanks. I’m at the motel on the highway, um, opposite the new roadhouse? … Yeah that one. Room 7… Thanks.”

…

The knock on the door was gentle at first, just a soft tap tap. You hadn’t slept well in days, so deep in sleep that the noise was useless. When Anna knocked again, she called out, “Housekeeping!”

It wasn’t out of the norm to find people in the motel rooms after the prearranged check-out time. Anna unlocked room 7, stood in the doorway, and sighed. She looked around. Empty pizza box. Bag hardly unpacked. Towel on the floor.

“Miss! Miss! Housekeeping!”

You didn’t stir.

Anna walked into the room, carefully. She was always careful. “Miss. You need to wake up.” She poked your shoulder.

That did it. You shot up, twisting yourself in the sheets, and flying off the bed with a yelp. Anna waited for your head to pop up.

“Sorry!” you squeaked. “Sorry. I slept in. I’ll go.”

As she watched you pull jeans on and shove things into your bag, she smelt it. “How old are you?” she asked.

You looked up at her. “Twenty-one,”

“You seem younger.” Anna waited for you to figure it out. Nothing yet. “You’ve got… plans. Some place to go?”

“Uh… Yeah. Yeah. Totally,”

“I don’t believe you,” she stated. “You’re running. You eat the wrong person?”

That’s the trouble with questions, one always leads to another.

You stood up. Focused your senses. The penny dropped and you were instantly afraid. Of the three eaters you’d met, only one had been good. With a 66.6% rate of bad, you were already calculating if you could make it to the door before she could do anything.

“It’s alright. I know what it’s like out there,” Anna said. “Look… The kid they got at the desk is a couple fries short of a Happy Meal, so nobody’s gonna notice you staying another night. Just keep the lights off and stay quiet.”

As she turned to leave, you quickly said, “Thank you.”

Anna looked at you and frowned. “You can’t live like this. I tried. I tried for a long time. You stay out on the road and you get lonely. You get mean and you accept ungodly company. Can’t live like that,”

“I don’t… I don’t know what… else to do.”

She leaned against the doorframe. “Find somewhere. Or someone. Anything to keep you tethered to a real life.”

It must have been written all over your face. Anna smirked.

“Maybe you already found it. Don’t run from it… Be gone by morning, alright? And don’t eat the kid at the counter. He’s dumb, but he’s good people.”

You stood in the middle of the motel room a little shellshocked. For all the emotional repressing you were doing, a perfect stranger could see it on your face easily. Eddie felt like home. He felt like home. And you needed him and you wanted him and you would run all the way to him if you had to.

Sometimes you don’t know how true something is until you’ve heard the words put around it.

…

Eddie could have been anywhere. The only way to find him was to start at the beginning – Hawkins, Indiana. Maybe you’d find him there, but at the very least you could leave a message with Max for when he called her.

You hitched a ride from Sidney to Fort Recovery and another over state lines to Marion. There, you sat on a bench outside of a gas station and waited.

“Where you heading?”

He was standing with his back to the sun, which sat low in the sky. A silhouette of a man with a sure voice.

“Hawkins,” you answered, holding your hand flat above your eyes to shield them.

“On the way, if you wanna ride.” He stepped towards his car – a 1985 Cadillac El Dorado convertible. To you though, just a rich guy’s fancy yellow car. It had a custom number plate reading ‘TODFTHR.’

Perfect.

Inside, you looked at the dashboard. It was an entirely different machine to the van you and Eddie had taken from Cowboy Cook.

“You like her?” the man asked as he pulled out of the gas station and onto the road. “Got her this year,”

“Sure… She’s… nice,” you tried, but you knew nothing about cars to really make the call.

“I’m Todd. What’s your name, babe?”

You answered, “Wendy.”

End Note: In case you didn't see, I posted a new Eddie x Reader one shot. AO3 link here. Tumblr link here.

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