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a-dope-fiend · 1 year
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The thing that bugs me about tfp starscream is that sure, some of his mistakes were definitely him panicking but some of them really seemed like they wanted him to forward the plot
I also hate how the show made it seem like he didn't stand much chance in a fight against other decepticons who were his inferior. HES SECOND IN COMMAND for heavens sake why do they keep having Starscream be overpowered by everyone. The moments we get of Starscream being smart and cunning and kicking ass are so good. Make him scary. He's the second in command bls. Woulda loved to see him kickass more not just with the Decepticons but over the autobots as well. Show us why Megatron would make Starscream his second in command.
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snekdood · 4 months
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if words are not enough to get a manipulative person to leave you tf alone and hit the road, wtf are ya supposed to do? maybe throw a small toy at them to send a message
#bitch i coulda been way worse dont play#if it were me now with all the self respect i have now i woulda thrown more shit ta have ya running out the door ok#idc#i mighta fucked around and thrown my shit at you ok.#i dont think you realize the distress you caused by gaslighting me about what you did to me and also trying to be just like me?#like basically cosplay as me but want me to still date you? sorry that shits fucking weird. and i tried ending it every time you got#to that point. but ya kept trying to keep me around anyways even though you knew i was uncomfortable. didnt matter what i said#you'd find a way to manipulate the situation to keep you around. so what am i supposed to do to send the message of#'GO THE FUCK AWAY I DONT TRUST YOU AND I DONT WANNA DATE SOMEONE WHOS GONNA COSPLAY AS ME'#when words arent enough? no matter how i approached it?#i tried being nice about it. but my primal self defence kicked in and told me 'this bitch needs to get tf away from us'#so how do i show you to fuck off in a way you'll fuckin understand? yeah.#i tried playing your dumb words game. i tried playing it the way you do it. for a whole fuckin year. where you use words to manipulate.#i tried to figure out what way i could order the words that would get you to finally understand. didnt matter what i said.#bc thats how you are- you think you can say whatever tf you want and if you face any consequences suddenly its the other persons#fault. i interpreted your cosplay as mocking me. deep down all you are is a bully hiding under an uwu veneer. but yall verbal bullies alway#gotta act like victims once ya get hit with something that you had plenty of fucking warnings about.#its as if you were testing me to see when i'd snap. and then when i snap you act like a victim. fuck the entire fuck off and drown in shit.#fuckin bendy from fosters home ass type bitch#vent
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norris55s · 4 months
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reputation - lando norris
pop star reader x lando norris social media au
part two - part three
a/n: lando did a very reputation-like helmet and the hamster in my brain started working. rep's songs are also very lando coded to me. faceclaim is soyeon from (G)I-dle
requests are open, but i may get to them late because uni is kicking my ass!
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f1waggossip: McLaren’s golden boy seems to be newly single… at least that’s what the streets say, considering his last girlfriend, pop star Y/N L/N, has not been seen in months at the paddock following a very public fall out with her former girl squad, and consequent fall from grace from everyone’s eyes. They seemed in love. What do you think?
landonorrizz: honestly, i never understood the hype for her. she has always been a red flag and dramatic!!
mercedesgarage: i don’t get it lol i don’t follow her, what happened?
455chilli: basically she was friends with other singers, models and actresses and they have recently unfollowed her and exposed her for not being as great as everyone thinks
y/nforever: you mean she had a friend group who turned on her out of nowhere? lol what her ex friends have said is based on jealousy
landostareyes: it seems like they broke up but they were really cute together :// i kinda feel bad but she also seems to be the problem
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landonorris: p2 cake babyyyyyyyyy
supremey/n: that is my y/n if i’ve ever seen her
formulaonegirl: so they’re still together
carlandocontent: it could be any girl tbh, it’s been months since lando has even mentioned her
papayaheart: it’s even worse if they’re still together and she just won’t show up to support him in races anymore lol
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y/nusername: Reputation. Out November 17.
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landonorris
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landonorris: Are you ready for it? Reputation out November 17.
y/nlandodefender: nothing has ever been as iconic as a Y/N comeback special helmet i am in tears
landolove: reputation helmet to beat the breakup allegations wasn’t on my bingo card
supremey/n: I KNOW THAT’S RIGHT
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f1waggossip: Y/N re-debuts at the paddock.
y/naura: ohhhhhhh i know some of y'all are MAD but my girl will stay thriving with the album of the year
softlylando: came back with a bang, goddamnnnn
mclarengirly: lando is definitely bagging a podium for her today!!
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landonorris
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landonorris: i like her for her
y/nusername: Even in my worst times, you could see the best in me. 🖤
ferrariheart: shut up this is so cute
norrisreputation: mans really said we've been together all this time LMAO
babyfaceoscar: where is everyone who was calling her a red flag and saying her and lando didn't belong together?
dailylando: been real quiet since reputation dropped
magicy/n: i woulda stfu too after she released something like call it what you want, nevermind lando's promotion helmet LMAO
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y/nusername: The Reputation World Tour officially began and I can’t thank you enough for showing up for me, when I thought I couldn’t even show up for myself. I might make the same mistakes, burn bridges and never learn, but I know I did one thing right: have the best, most loyal fans. Also, it seems right to thank the man who inspired me to write way too many love songs for this album, the king of my heart, landonorris. 🖤
landonorris: i believe i was also called gorgeous and stuff
y/nusername: I am truly never complimenting you again
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moxfirefly · 1 year
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We really don't see enough of protective Donnie and I would love to see him just snap a little if someone was bothering his S/O.
❝  i don’t like how they keep staring at me.   ❞
❝  what did you just say to them,  you little shit?  ❞
❝  see,  i woulda left it alone.  but you made them fucking cry.  so now you’re gonna lose your eyes.  ❞
[ SHELTER ]  for one muse to lean into the other’s side or hug them to seek comfort from a crowd or individual while in public. 
[ RESCUE ]  for one muse to intervene upon seeing a third party making the other one uncomfortable. 
Man it was hard trying to stay within the limit but I hope I gave you good prompts to work with! Can't wait to see what you come up with 🐢💜
*vibrates excitedly* unhinge Don? Oh friend YOU HAVE NO IDEA.
Somebody said Vern is the perfect scapegoat but why not have a little fun and have it be Casey this time 😏
Rated Mature cause Don’s gonna smack a bitch if he’s pushed.
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You and Casey had never seen eye to eye, mostly because he came off as an arrogant prick.
And on good days he was just arrogant.
But tonight?
Well.
It was no secret that you had a couple of thoughts on New York’s finest, aka the cops.
One too many times had you seen their ‘shoot first ask questions later’ mindset in action. You’d seen excessive force, you’d seen the racism and mysogony. You felt and knew deep inside that if the day game where the guys were expendable that they be thrown under the metaphorical bus.
It never sat right with you.
So Casey had made a comment about work tonight and you hadn’t kicked on your filter and had retorted back with a snide comment about crooked cops and their ways. It had quite easily crawled its way up beneath Casey’s skin, he’d made a face and he had proceeded to give you the stink eye for the rest of the night.
Once dinner was put away and everyone went about the night time routine, Casey had continued to eye you with a scalding glare. You could tell he was itching to say something, it was frothing above the surface.
Donatello was on dishes duty and had caught the tail end of your comment towards Mikey.
“-I don’t like how he keeps staring at me” You placed the last of the left overs in containers and passed them off to Mikey.
Donnie had casted a look over his shoulder at Casey, who seem to be venting to Raphael about tonight’s little debate.
You found your way next to Donnie, resting your head against his bicep. He could tell you were bothered, while it was a sore subject it didn’t necessarily give Casey the right to cast daggers at you all evening.
“Are you alright?” He asked, careful to not drip too much concern in his tone. He felt your shrug, a sigh blown against his pebbled flesh. “Maybe I was too mean? I should apologize” You spoke softly, there was remorse in your tone. While you were right you also knew Casey was an alley, a friend.
Just as you made your mind up to at least let Casey know you knew he was on the guys side, everything went down the shitter.
Donnie saw you walk over and before you could extend a let ‘bygones be bygones’ apology, Casey had simply snapped at you. It was harsh, it was simply fucking mean. You stood stock still, shocked and taken aback.
Donnie shut off the sink, the clatter of a plate hitting the metal of the sink the one sound in the room. The rest watched in shock at what had just happened.
Donnie’s heavy footfalls alerted you he was there. He got between you and Casey, one look at your watering eyes as you stared at his boots was all he needed. He felt something boil inside of him, the very notion that somebody could make you cry, it was enough for that little part buried inside of him. That little part of him capable of unfathomable violence.
“What did you say to them, you little shit?” Don’s voice made you look up shocked at what he had said. You’d never heard him speak like that, and clearly Casey was just as surprised.
“Come on Don she’s been riding my ass about being some crooked cop! I know-“
“I never said you were crooked, Casey I was-”
“You might as fucking well did!”
His tone made you flinch and the embarrassed frustrated tears threatened to spill. It felt like a spotlight had been shone down upon you. Brought you back to those moments a parental figure would judge you and berate you.
A large hand wrapped around the scruff of Casey’s shirt. Casey eyes found themselves met with a pair of ones much, much angrier than his own. “See I woulda left it alone…” Donnie pushed Casey against the dinning table just as Raph’s desperate ‘Donnie no no no no’ came tumbling out of him. “But you made her fucking cry, so now you’re gonna lose your eyes”Casey honest to goodness yelped and nearly prayed when Raph got between them. “Case, the gym. Now. Don, walk it off, go” Raph’s hand patted Donnie’s plastron.
Casey had forgotten briefly just how tall Donnie was, just how menacing he could appear at his full height with a hand wrapped around one designed with the strength to cause a lot of damage. Donnie’s eyes didn’t acknowledge Raph’s presence, he let them stay on Casey. The silent threat was enough, and with a not so gentle shove he released Casey from his grip. A few items on the table cluttered down along with Casey’s balance and dignity.
Casey’s trembling eyes found yours.
You looked away.
Raph led him away to the home gym. Space and a cool down was the remedy for now.
You looked at Donnie’s back, there was a tremble to his hands and tension to his arms. You took a tentative step, hands grabbing his forearm before you leaned against his arm much like you’d done by the sink. It was enough to quiet his thoughts, his shaking hands to still. He looked down at his side, at the top of your head and sighed.
His arm wrapped itself around you, securely.
This was a side he never wanted you to see.
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archangeldyke-all · 4 months
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i want to see jealous sevikaaaa
combining this ask with two more i got right after this one!
Sevika sees you in the last drop dancing in your own little world and men try to get you to dance with them and she is having none of it. Stalks up behind you her metal arm wraps around your waist. She pulls you back and growls out the word mine. The men disappear so fast. You still want to dance and a new track comes on the jukebox 'Slumber Party' by Rain Paris. So she dances with you and makes everyone understand that you are hers.
and
HARD SEX
enjoy bbs!
men and minors dni
"you're really not gonna dance with me?" you ask, pouting up at your girlfriend. she smiles down at you. the bass thumps throughout the club and your hips sway unconsciously to the beat.
"you know i don't like dancing." she grunts.
"yeah, and you know tequila makes me dancy! and yet! you kept getting me margaritas!" you say, pointing accusingly up at her. she smiles.
"tequila also makes you slutty." sevika says with a saucy smile. you laugh.
"oh i see." you laugh and roll your eyes, then chug down the few sips of margarita you have left. you press the glass into sevika's hands. "fine. stay here and be boring. i'm going to dance." you turn to strut away, giggling as she whistles at your retreating figure. you pause, turning around to jog back up to her, pressing a kiss to her cheek. "have another whiskey. loosen up a bit. then come find me when you feel like finding out what i'm wearing under these shorts." you whisper in her ear. she grins, and this time when you turn to leave, she smacks your ass. you giggle and shimmy over to the dance floor.
you're drunk enough to have no inhibitions-- you feel like you're the sexiest thing on the floor but you could just as easily be clumsily stumbling along. you have no gauge of good or bad dancing anymore, you just move.
you must be moving somewhat sensually, because a couple guys try getting handsy with you. you manage to smack them away prettily easily, and when you can't you lean in and tell them who you're at the club with. they all stumble away when sevika's name leaves your lips.
the record switches, a slower song with a groovy baseline filling the club, and your hips start swinging to the beat. across the club, you catch sevika's eye. she's leaning against the bar, sipping on her whiskey, her eyes locked on you. she grins when you catch her staring.
suddenly it's like you and sevika are the only people in the room. you draw small circles with your waist, your hips and ass swaying, and you grin as sevika bites her lip. you tug on your shirt, slowly inching it up your abdomen, watching as sevika eagerly down the rest of her whiskey. just before you flash her, you drop the hem, covering your abdomen from her view. she pouts. you grin, twirling around to give her a nice view of your ass swaying side to side. you can feel her gaze on you, the hungry way she's licking her lips. even with your eyes closed and your back turned you can feel her watching you.
an arm wraps around your waist. you grin. "took you long enough." you say to sevika.
"well sorry, darlin' if i had known you were waitin' for me i woulda come over her much sooner." an unfimilar scratchy voice grunts out. you freeze, a wave a disgust rolling down your spine, before you turn in the grip the stranger has on your hips.
"get off me." you say to the man grinning down at you, pushing at his shoulders. he doesn't let go of you. you spit in his face, and he simply licks his lips. a couple of the men you'd rejected tonight are witness to the scene, laughing as you struggle in his hold. over his shoulder, you catch sight of a flash of glowing purple. you grin.
"there you go baby, you don't have to fight me." the man mumbles down at you as you relax in his grip. you scoff.
suddenly, the man crumbles, sevika's mechanical arm smacking his head. he groans on the ground-- still conscious-- so sevika kicks his head with her boot. he passes out... or dies.
you giggle. the men around you scatter, and sevika looks up at you.
"you okay?" she asks. you smile and nod.
"my hero." you tease her as you fall into her arms. she grins. "you gonna dance with me now? keep me safe?" you ask, pouting up at her. the slow song changes, a grungy electric guitar riff filling the club. sevika's grip on your hips tighten.
"turn around." she grunts. you grin, pressing a kiss to her lips before spinning in her hold.
you start grinding against her crotch in small rough circles. she groans in your ear.
"you're fuckin' mine." she growls against you. you grin. a jealous, possessive sevika is always a horny sevika. especially when you're both drunk. sevika starts trailing kisses down your throat, nipping and biting the skin, humping into your ass as you grind against her.
her hands claw at the fishnets you're wearing, causing runs to form up your thighs. you elbow her and she giggles, kissing your cheek in apology. her hands don't stop though, one coming up to grope your tits, the other playing with the button of your shorts.
a few people gawk at the two of you, that is, until sevika notices and scowls at them until they turn away. you laugh every time, pressing a kiss to her head.
when she snakes a hand down your fishnets and shorts to reveal her surprise, she gasps at the feeling of your cunt. you giggle.
"what'd you think your surprise was?" you ask. she grunts.
"one of those thongs i bought you. fuck, this is so much better." she whispers as her fingers start drawing circles on your clit. you gasp.
a man across from the two of you is staring. you nudge sevika, pointing him out with your chin. she growls at him while simultaneously sinking two fingers into your sopping cunt. you gasp and writhe against her--and the man gasps and turns, before turning back for one more look, then sprinting away when sevika catches him. you would laugh if you weren't busy being fucked by your girlfriend's thick fingers.
you tug on her wrist, bringing it out from your waist bands. you turn in her arms, grinning as she sucks her fingers into her mouth. when she removes them with a pop, you surge up to kiss her, chasing your taste on her lips.
"you remember last month? when we split that bottle and you were wearin' your new strap?" you ask against sevika's ear. she grins, and nods. "you think anyone's in our spot?" you ask. sevika giggles, giddy, before dragging you out into the alley behind the last drop, ducking behind the dumpsters.
last month, you'd both been to eager to wait to get home to try her new cock, so you'd found a hidden little nook in the alley to fuck in. today, three people sharing a cigarette loiter in your spot. sevika growls at them and they scatter, then she shoves you against the wall, pushing your shorts down your hips. she rips your shirt off, grinning as your tits are revealed to her, swooping down to bite and suck on them.
"fuck." you moan. "fuck me sev." you whine. she groans against your tits, pulling away with a pop before swiftly backhanding your left breast. you jump and whine, shuddering when she massages your breast in apology. "come on!" you whine. she grins down at you.
"slutty." she admonishes with a smile. you roll your eyes. she smacks your left tit, twirling you around in her grip before you can react. she pushes you against the wall, smashing your face and tits against the cold stone. you shiver. behind you, she rips your tights at the crotch, freeing your pussy and ass. you whimper.
without warning, sevika sinks two fingers inside your cunt. you moan, scrabbling at the wall in front of you for something to hold onto. she starts massaging at your g spot, targeting it expertly, making you scream.
"sev! sev! sev!" you chant out as she fucks you. she slides a third finger into your cunt and you moan. her free hand comes down to smack your ass, hard. you clench on her fingers, and hear her chuckle darkly behind you.
"you're dripping around my fingers, love." she grunts. you whine. "such a good cunt. so warm. so fuckin' soft. so wet for me." she drunkenly rambles. you nod against the wall. "all mine, isn't that right?" she asks.
"all fuckin' yours, honey." you say. she smacks your ass again, and you squeak.
"cum for me, and i'll take you home and make you clean up the mess in my pants." she grunts. you gasp. "got me so worked up, honey, dancing on me like that, fuck." she groans, groping your ass as she pounds her fingers into you. you gasp. "that's it. cum for me. right fuckin' now." sevika demands, smacking your ass again. you cum, clenching around her fingers and screaming. she chuckles happily behind you. "that's it." she whispers. "there you go."
sevika has to give you a piggyback ride home afterwards-- you're too shaky to walk. but she does make good on her promise to make you clean her up. afterwards, as you both catch your breath in bed together and she blindly fumbles for her strap on in the bedside drawer beside her, you decide to buy a handle of tequila for the apartment.
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visionarystoryteller · 6 months
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He Knows || Jey Uso
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X/Reader - YOU
Jey Uso - Joshua Fatu
Warnings: adult content, honestly who knows ?
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Part 2 as requested is HERE
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You were a superstar on Raw and when you heard your long time crush, Jey Uso, had been brought in by one of your closest friends, Cody Rhodes, you nearly died. You had confided in Cody about liking Jey and he apparently liked to take things into his own hands. Cody knew he would be worth it for Raw and since he basically was exiled by his family, he knew it was the perfect opportunity, for Raw and well one of his closest friends, you.
So there you where marching down the halls in your heels, you where only there for an interview anyway for the night, making your way to find Cody.
“CODY RUNNELS! I SWEAR TO GOD” you yelled down the hall when you saw him. Cody, who was talking to, albeit, Jey or Josh, turned around and had the biggest smile on his face. Even if you called him by his real name.
“Oh hey y/n!” Cody smiles. You March up to him and pinch his pec that he had surgery on a bit ago.
“Shit the hell y/n” Cody fake exclaims.
“You’re an ass, I know what you did” you point your manicured nail at him, Josh just leaning against the wall watching you two with a smirk on his face.
“Well, it’s for the good of everything.” Cody responded. You rolled your eyes.
“I hate you.” You responded. Cody laughed and put his arm around your shoulder and turned to Josh.
“Josh, you remember one of my best friends, y/n” Cody says. Josh pushes off the wall and comes closer to you.
“Yup. Ma with the sweet ass moves that could take down a man” Josh smirks. Your cheeks heat to a dark red hue. Cody laughs.
“Hell yea, my dad taught her well” Cody praises.
“And Dusty would kick your ass for the shit you pulled on me” you scowl at him before turning back to Josh.
“Good to see you break away and be your own person again…don’t think the bloodline knew what they had with you” you shrugged. Josh smirked showing his grillz and nodded.
“‘Preciate that ma.” He smiles. Cody decided at that point decided he was gonna make a get away.
“I gotta go talk to Hunter, I’ll see you round” Cody says to you both.
“I’m still kicking your ass Runnels” you say turning your head to look at him.
“We’ll see” he shrugs as he laughs. You shake your head and pinch the bridge of her nose.
“What he do ma? I could always kick his ass for ya” Josh offered.
“Nah, it’s a little more personal I guess” you say shaking your head. He nods, and steps closer backing you into the wall, his one hand on the side of your head as he looks around to see if anyone is paying attention. When he’s satisfied, he turns his attention back to you.
“Like him bringing me to Raw and letting me know a fine ass like you has a crush on me?” He whispers, close to your face. You let out a squeak sucking in a breath. Cody was gonna pay big time. You tried to laugh it off but it sounded so embarrassing.
“I…I…uh…” you stumble. He lets out a chuckle that reverberated through you at how close he was. You turn your head to not look at him and he brings his free hand up and puts it on your cheek and turns your head to face him.
“It’s okay ma…hell if I wasn’t on smackdown so long, your ass woulda been mine sooner” Josh says as he brings his thumb to trace your lips gently. You were stunned. You looked into his eyes and they held lust with a little bit of affection. His thumb traced down your lips and you opened them to allow his thumb in your mouth, locking your lips around it. You closed your eyes and swirled your tongue slowly around his digit, Josh’s eyes glazing with a lust filled haze. He lifted your face little, his thumb still in your mouth and slowly pulled his digit to replace it with his mouth. Once you felt his lips on yours, it was on. His free hand snaked down your body to your thigh and pulled your leg around his waist, his other hand still holding him against the wall but his body close to yours. Your leg pulled him in tighter as the kiss deepened, his tongue wrestling yours. God he was so good at kissing, almost swallowing you whole. His hand curves up your thigh and kneaded your ass, receiving a moan from you, before it came to rest on the curve of your hip. Your hands gripped into his shirt, wanting nothing more than to tear it off him.
All too soon, Josh slowed the kiss down and slowly pulled away from you. Once his lips were off yours you let out a small sigh, eyes still closed. Josh looked you over, your lips kiss swollen and your eyes shut in the lightest way possible.
“Open your eyes for me ma…I need to see those beautiful eyes” Josh whispered. You slowly opened your eyes and looked up at him and he gave you a smile.
“God, you are so beautiful” Josh says leaning his forehead on yours.
“You’re not so bad yourself” you whisper. He lets out a small chuckle.
“Me and you, tonight, dinner okay?” He asks. You slowly nod.
“Sure…never had Samoan before” you whisper with a wink.
“Don’t worry, that’ll be dessert” he whispers back. You let out a hum and nod, putting your arms around his neck, keeping him close.
“I think you have an interview soon ma…so go get yourself fixed up, try not make it seem like I just almost ravaged you in this hall” he chuckles.
“You’re probably right…I’ll come find you after?”
“I won’t be far ma” he says leaning in to take your lips with his again. Once he’s satisfied he pulls away and taps your thigh that is still wrapped around his hip. You put your leg down and pulls your arms from him and fix your skirt. He pulls away and you are about to start walking when his hand catches yours and pulls you back to him and he kisses you again.
“Good luck with your interview ma” he whispers against your lips. You nod, not being able to form words and attempt to walk away on wobbly legs. Josh chuckles to himself seeing you on wobbly legs in heels.
“She still mad?” Cody says from behind Josh who was watching you walk away.
“Nah, I think she’ll forgive you” Josh laughs looking at Cody. Cody pats his shoulder, gives him a smile and walks away.
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silverzoomies · 9 months
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Polaroid
peter maximoff x reader smut
warnings: solo masturbation. that's pretty much it, sorry
word count: 2,625
a/n: i wrote about him jerking off again. whoops. i've been absent for a week. but i'll be home tomorrow !! and hopefully i can get back into the flow of writing. until then, here's this rushed, unpolished thing i wrote on a whim !! it's super clunky and i'm so sorry lol !!
edit: made some minor changes to this. fixed some things that felt off, but overall it's still the same idea.
taglist: @dewberryobssesed @violetharmonscupcake @kaismanwich @jellyluvr @icannot3 @taintandviolent @ahoyladiesz (as usual, ask to be added !!)
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Home alone, at long last. Helllllllz to the yeah. Down in the heart of his (mom’s) basement, Peter lies lazily on his back in bed. Today, it's one of those slow, hot afternoons midway through summer. Sunny, with a slight overcast. Peter hasn’t been outside to see it for himself. But he heard some guy on the radio call it “totally tubular” weather for a day at the beach.
He almost wishes he’d take a two second run to the Bahamas, or somewhere else. Peter could kick it back on a towel and watch babes in bikinis walk by. Maybe he could even stir up some trouble in the sand. Like he used to do, way back in his childhood. Just for some extra mayhem.
Alas. Today, Peter feels lazier than lazy. He’s found a new name for himself in Lazyville. As the leading candidate in the office of laziness. Speeding all around the globe for the umpteenth time this week sounds like too much work. Even a super powered mutant, living life in the fast lane, has his off days sometimes. What’s one break, eh? Breathing a sigh, he stares up at the ceiling. Earphones rest over his ears. Peter listens to a melodious tune by Jefferson Starship. Over his belly, he twirls his thumbs, bobbing his head along with his jams. Chillaxin’ and relaxin’ as one should on his day off. Hm.
Except, Peter’s kind of antsy. No one’s home at the moment. He has all this free time to do whatever he wants, in the privacy of said home. With not a soul around to judge him, or even bug him. And listen. It’s been centuries since he got off. Which may or may not be a slight exaggeration.
But wouldn’t you believe it? Despite his uniquely handsome features and outrageously fit bod; Peter has absolutely no game whatsoever. Crazy, right? Who woulda thought it? The dude who locked himself away in his (mom’s) basement for a good ten years. He’s awkward as hell? Say it ain’t so! Whoa!! Insane in the membrane!!!
Not to mention, it might as well have been a geological age since he got laid. Whatever. Who needs the companionship of someone else to have a totally righteous time, huh? Haha…
Ahem.
Today, Peter dubs himself the crowned king of slacking off and jacking off.
Pulling his earphones down to rest around his neck, his fingers move to find his jeans. He teases himself for a beat or two, his palm rubbing over the denim. Another beat, and his cock is freed from the tight, restrictive material. Peter makes a mental note: He might need to invest in looser pants. This pair is rough and uncomfortable around his legs, so he shoves them all the way down to his ankles with virtually no shame.
What does it matter anyway? For the time being, he’s free. At least until his mom gets back, that is. He should really stop thinkin’ about that. Every time Peter remembers - oh, yeah - he’s a grown ass man still living at his mom’s place; it kinda wrecks the vibe. Makes the mood crash and burn. Total boner killer. And he’s not even hard yet.
His half-hard cock rests limply over a curly patch of silver hairs. Peter would never admit it to anyone, but he’s always been self conscious of his hair situation. Some chick back in high school - he can’t even remember her name - said his silvery bush “looked really weird.” Like the pubes of some geriatric. 
Peter can barely picture her face at this point. But the sound of her giggling at his expense is, unfortunately, locked away in his brain forever. Another embarrassing memory to withstand the test of time. Probably until he dies, or becomes a geriatric himself.
What was he doing again? Oh. Right.
Peter gives his dick a firm squeeze, like he’s checking to make sure it’s still there. Before taking the semi-hard length into his hand. Slowly, he strokes himself to hardness. Breathing a relieved sigh, Peter settles into the groovy-patterned sheets of his bed. The smooth tip of his cock inches through his closed fist with every stroke. As his frustration blossoms, his length throbs with an intense longing for something more.
Thick veins pulsate under his hand. Sparkling beads of precum leak from his tip. He coats the head in a generous glaze of slickness, eliciting a hushed noise from the depths of his throat. Keeping himself as quiet as humanly possible is basically a instinctive response. But he doesn’t have to hold himself back right now, does he?
Sweet. Peter’s gonna be as loud and obnoxious as he wants.
Pumping his cock a bit faster, he momentarily stops to fondle his balls. They rest heavy in his palm, smooth to the touch and loose between his fingers. After teasing himself impatiently, Peter redirects his attention to his twitching length. Aching for more stimulation. He jerks off with a pleasurable rhythm. Subconsciously following the beat that resonates from his earphones, his strokes fall into a more consistent pace. He leans further back in bed, letting his lips part. His nerves tingle. And as he revels in the sensation, he loudly moans. Letting the noise rip through the silence of his ( mom’s ) basement.
Said basement has now become more stifling. Kudos to the summertime heat for that one. Peter’s Conan the Barbarian T-Shirt - now damp with his sweat - feels like too much of a hindrance. He pulls the fabric up, letting his upper half breath. With his shirt clamped between his teeth, Peter leaves his body exposed. A sheen of sweat coats his abs, and his pecs raise with each labored breath he takes.
He takes a half second to admire his own physique. Honestly? No bullshit? His body looks pretty damn amazing. If only there were someone around to appreciate how naturally jacked he is. It’s a hell of a tragedy, really. All this smokin’ hot, speedster bod goin’ to waste. Tsk tsk tsk.
Who was he even kidding? Why would anyone wanna waste their time messin’ around with a total shut-in like him?
Dammit. Now's not the time for some hateful, self-ribbing. He should distract himself with something. Something like-
Using the gift of his mutation, Peter increases his speed by a few notches. His fist squeezes tightly around his length, stroking his cock even faster. He groans into his shirt, knitting his brows as arousal washes through his groin in waves. It feels good. Really fucking good.
But it’s not enough. He wants to utilize this free time as much as he can. It’s the perfect opportunity to get even more frisky than he usually would. Peter bolts around the basement, searching for a few hidden…uh…treasures, we’ll call them. In a blink, he reappears on his bed, leaving his overly tight jeans and boxers discarded on the floor.
Lying next to Peter over the wrinkled blankets, rest a bottle of lube - the tingly kind, a stroker toy - clear, with literal, silver lining, and a polaroid photo. The toy hasn’t been used in eons, but its quality is still up to par. Peter made sure to clean it the instant he found it again. And the photo, well…
It’s his own, filthy secret.
A low-res, high flash picture taken of you at last year’s, X-mansion, Halloween party. Whoa, mama. You were scantily clad in the most outrageously suggestive Indiana Jones costume Peter ever saw. Back at the party, you even tipped your hat and cracked the whip a couple of times. Which may or may not have awakened something in him. But that’s beside the point.
You were so tipsy that night. Way more flirtatious than you naturally would be any other day. Peter remembers you pressing your body against his, hanging over him all night like a sexy sack of potatoes. He sat next to you on the couch. With a cheesy grin on his face, he watched your every move. The tiny shorts you were wearing kept riding up your thighs. It was obvious you were braless under a tight, cropped, button-up shirt. Leaving so little to the imagination.
Point blank, it was fucking awesome.
You crossed your smooth legs. One over the other. And you leaned in to whisper something hot in Peter’s ear.
“Take a picture with meeeee, Quickie, I wanna remember this moment forrrever and everrrr.” You pleaded, your breath tickling the skin of his neck. 
What followed, he hadn’t seen coming. As someone - it’s all a blur, Peter can’t remember who - snapped the photo, you pressed your glossy lips to his cheek. Your giggles were so coquettish and teasing, he felt shivers race through his body at mach speed.
“I’m, like, sooooooooo scared of snakes. Geddit? ‘Cuz I’m Indiana? But your snake doesn’t scare me. Can I pet it, pllllleeeassse?” You giggled again with a little whine.
Making an abrupt move, you reached for Peter’s crotch in front of everybody. After zipping away to grab you a solo cup full of water and some bread, Peter snatched the photo from whoever. And he bolted home in a fit of shameful embarrassment.
In retrospect, you weren’t just tipsy. You were majorly smashed. You didn’t remember a single minute of it. Figures. He’s not too surprised you wouldn’t remember flirting with him.
Peter sighs, blinking himself out of the memory. Eager to continue his once-in-a-silver-moon, jerkin’ session. He squeezes a fair amount of lube into his palm, wrapping his large hand tightly around his cock. Over every inch of his aching length, he spreads the slick substance. Tingles sparkle like stars across the hot, velvet skin of his cock. Wet noises echo lewdly through the basement, as Peter pumps his leaking dick fast and hard.
Clenching his shirt between his teeth, Peter tilts his head back. A loud, seething moan slips from his lips, slightly muffled. He pauses again, grabbing the stroker and guiding its smooth slit over the swollen head of his cock.
“MMmmmnnn~!” Peter hums a steady moan, exhaling through his nose.
The inside of the toy feels nothing even remotely close to the real thing. Kind of a bummer. But the tunnel’s soft, bumpy ridges are still a double A plus. A little too good sometimes, actually. The toy slides down Peter’s cock as he pushes his entire length through. It’s a tight fit around him. Tighter than it should be. Which is doing wonders for his confidence. Maybe he should be more proud of his size.
He’s above average enough, the small toy can’t contain the length of him entirely. His weeping tip peeks out the other side of the stroker, prodding through with every pump. Peter breathes another, shuddering moan. His brows crease in pleasure. Pumping his cock with the squishy toy, he whines in desperation. Forcing his thick length through the toy’s tight grip, slick with lube and smooth as silk. The ridges inside tickle and massage his cock, stimulating his buzzing nerves. 
The muscles in his groin tighten, stiffening his legs. Shoving his cock rapidly through the ribbed tunnel of the toy, he groans louder. Letting his needy noises slip as they please. Fuck it. No restraint. Indulging himself further in his degeneracies, Peter keeps your photo close by. He shoots a glance at it, admiring your soft thighs and amazing cleavage.
He daydreams about you. Imagining the way you’d feel around him, squeezing him so much tighter than any toy. You’d be needy and wet for him too, making it so easy for Peter to bury himself balls deep inside you. 
Peter thinks about the way your titties would look, bouncing with each thrust of his hips against you. Would your nipples peak, stiffening under his fingers? How would you react if he had a little fun, and teased you with a superspeed buzz? Would you even like that? Would you think that kinda thing was weird?
He really does want you sooooo bad. But you have absolutely zero idea. Peter knows he’d treat you right if you let him. If you ever gave him the time of day outside of missions, he’d take you on the wildest ride you ever strapped yourself into.
Clenching his teeth hard into his shirt, he wraps both hands tightly around the stroker. Peter leans as far back as he can, bracing his feet flat on the bed. The blankets curl under his toes, as he lifts his hips. Driving his cock through the slick, textured toy and fucking it hard.
“Nnghh…fuuuuck. Fuck.” He groans, voice catching under fabric.
His breaths quicken, and his moans morph into desperate whimpers. Peter aches for your heat, and the closeness of your body. Your gentle touch. Your sweet voice and little whines. He knows, without a doubt, you’d feel beyond amazing. And you’d probably taste so sublime.
Squeezing his eyes tightly shut, Peter whimpers into his shirt. Saliva seeps through the fabric, melting off his tongue and dribbling down his chin. His cheeks burn hotter, turning a brighter shade of crimson.
“Mmmmmfuckyeah-” Peter moans, followed by a muffled mumble of your name.
He fucks his cock through the toy at rapid, superspeed. Lifting his hips off the bed as if roughly drilling into your tight heat. Peter’s cock throbs as powerful surges of electricity erupt in the pit of his belly. Glossy, white streaks of cum spill from his tip, flooding over the toy. Dripping down the squishy sides of it. His cum stuffs the inside full, coating his dick in its stickiness. Peter thrusts his cock fast enough to appear a blur, until he’s completely spent.
Lying in a sweaty heap over his blankets, Peter pants easy breaths. Tousled, silver hair rests messily over his head. He pulls the stroker from his cock, and slick cum trails after it. Wet and thick against his softening dick. He throws his head back into the bed, taking a moment to compose himself.
It’s really crazy that he’s thinkin’ about you like this, isn’t it? He’s honestly really embarrassed by it. Peter grabs the polaroid and stares at it longingly, unable to suppress the grin pressing into his dimple. Damn. He just can’t help himself. No matter what, he’s kinda ride or die for you.
If only he had the balls to tell you up front.
Peter gazes at the photo for a few seconds too long. Lost in the sight of your sexy body again. You’re such a goddamn knockout. He guides his attention to his dick to find…he’s rock hard again? Seriously? Dropping his head onto the bed, Peter groans with agonizing frustration. He just can’t catch a break, can he? Why’s he always gotta be so antsy, so on edge, or so horny all the time??
A faint sound, like creaking wood, graces his ears. Peter tilts his head up instantly.
Only to be greeted by none other than the unexpected sight of you.
Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Ohfuckohfuckohfuckohfuck-
You’re standing in his ( mom’s ) basement with your mouth agape. A faint indication of blush paints your cheeks, though he can barely see it. Peter should be moving. He should do what a speedster naturally would do in this kinda situation: Clean up and dress himself in less than a blink’s time. Just to play innocent afterwards. Maybe he could gaslight you into thinking you didn’t watch him get his rocks off.
But he’s stunned to the point of being frozen. Neither of you make a single move. Except for Peter’s dick. It twitches subconsciously in his lap, catching your attention. And your eyes widen further.
He really should’ve gone to the Bahamas. Peter’s betting those beaches are seriously bangin’ at this time of year.
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that sign ask deserves it's moment as a blurb
the rockstar!eddie sign blurb??? fine.
18+ minors dni.
"What's going on?" You asked, peering around the wings of the stage, the lights blinding your view of the crowd.
The tech looked nervous, eyes darting from you back to the stage, hand gripping onto their headphones. "I, uh, I-I'm sure it's nothing, Mrs. Munson."
You rolled your eyes at the name, reminding her again to just call you by your name. "Why is Ed mad?" You squinted.
You could tell her was angry, rigid posture and locked jaw. Even when he was trying to be tough and mean, putting on the persona his fans adored, he was more showy- less genuine like he was now.
The tech hesitated. "There's some signs in the crowd and-"
"What the fuck is that?" Eddie boomed into the speakers, the roar of the crowd deafening you, even from behind the stage. "Put that up again you, motherfucker. Let me see it. You fuc-"
There was a screech of feedback, the clambering of a mic and roar of the fans. You could see Jeff's wide eyes, slinging his own guitar off to try and follow Eddie.
The tech tried to hold you back, arms up and blocking you while you pushed past her, peering into the crowd so you could see where your fiancé went. Eddie's curls bobbed under the spotlight, security and fans clambering about. He arose victoriously with a sign, shredding it before he hit the man on the ground with it again, the security hoisting him away from the grabbing hands of the fans.
You watched in wide eyed horror. Eddie was eccentric, a little unhinged, but never this chaotic. Especially at a show.
"Yeah, get him the fuck outta here." Eddie snapped into the mic. "Wanna talk about my wife you, sick fuck? Fuck outta here, shoulda killed you." Eddie rambled mean and furious.
"Uh, Ed's gonna take five." Gareth muttered into the mic, even he was shaken by this. "We're gonna play Satan's Mistress and Ed will be back momentarily."
Eddie stomped off the stage, already reaching for his pack of cigarettes, lighting them furiously. "Ed, baby, what's going on? What happened?" You asked softly, following him off the stage towards the small couch.
"Why did you hit that guy? Eddie, you said you were gonna do better about-"
"-Yeah, and I will. But not when these fuckers talk about you." Eddie snarled, blowing smoke furiously. "These goddam signs are outta control. Wish I woulda never acknowledged that one."
You knew a lot of the signs, most about you, set Eddie over the edge. He's entertained one, read one at a show in Sedona, and now his fans took every chance to make lewd and vulgar signs- most about you- in the hopes of Eddie reading them.
"Don't do that on my account, Ed." You frowned, but your hand ran down his sweat soaked shirt, soothing touches to bring him back down off his enraged, adrenaline filled high.
"Fucker put a picture of you on your mom's body, wrote something about your ass." Your heart fell, swallowing the lump in your throat. Eddie knew how you felt about your mother, the struggles that no one else knew. You knew he was being protective over you, and you couldn't blame him- you just wished he wouldn't attack them so furiously.
"Oh." You muttered, looking down at you feet. "Well, I appreciate that, honey, but... next time just kick them out, ok? They didn't know-"
"-They shouldn't have to know everything to know that's fucked up." Eddie sneered. "Piece of shit. Probably broke his nose. God, I hope I fucking broke it."
You gave him a look, smoothing down his curls, the vibrations of the music playing from the stage seeking into the small room. "Thank you." You muttered, pressing a kiss to his cheek, tasting the salty, bitter taste of sweat on the flushed skin. "Thank you for always looking out for me."
"You know I always will, c'mon." Eddie muttered back to you, turning his head to blow smoke the other direction before leaning back to look at you.
"I gotta call Gerald." You grinned lightly. "Make sure he knows you might be getting sued."
Eddie snorted. "Not the first, doubt it will be the last."
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Happy WIP Wednesday everyone! Because I asked last week what to call him, this week y’all can have some Conner!
Chapter 16 is coming along much better now that I’ve mostly settled on the order I want this first little segment to be in, so we’ll see how long it takes to wrap up some Tim/Tuck/Con and get to the good stuff 😇
Not quite half way there yet, but it’s on the horizon
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Field Trips Without Permission Slips part 2
In the skies above Wayne manor, Conner stalled out for a moment. His powers weren’t the most reliable, he was more than aware of it. 
Usually though? He could tell when they were fritzing out. 
He’d heard Danny and Jason perfectly clearly, a weird tearing noise, and now both were gone. No voices, no breathing (had they always been breathing? Suddenly he wasn’t sure), no heartbeat. 
Neither of them had sounded particularly upset, or concerned. Well, not more than Jason already had been. 
Jason’s heart had actually been a little slower by the time they parted ways, and hadn’t gone back up. 
Not that Conner was eavesdropping. Not on purpose, anyway. He’d heard voices and listened just enough to identify Tim’s brother before stopping to check in. 
He didn’t much care what anyone else did in the skies above Gotham, so long as it wasn’t his problem. And he valued privacy, or at least got pissed enough when Clark disrespected his that he wouldn’t do the same. 
Right up until he’d flown away and Danny had casually commented about Tucker melting if Conner asked him to ride. 
Because that had kinda been directed at him, really. That didn’t count. He’d even heard his own name. Tuned right back out after, up until the disappearing. 
(And totally wasn’t thinking about Tim’s new friend wanting to actually ride him. He hadn’t even met the guy yet, although from what Tim had told him he was pretty sure they’d get along. 
Anyone who could get Tim to actually enjoy a proper meal had to be kept around on a freakin’ pedestal. 
He was resigning himself to a lot of technobabble though. Tim on his own tended to go off, but if Tucker really was on Tim’s level? 
Yeah, Conner was well aware he’d understand at most half of what they were talking about, but he just liked seeing Tim that happy. That passionate. 
Conner was well aware he didn’t offer much to Tim’s intellectual side, not being one to wait for a well thought out plan, but that was kinda why they worked so well. Their skills were a near perfect complement. 
He’d do his best not to melt their new friend though. Definitely no riding jokes. 
Maybe he was preening just the tiniest ittiest bit that Danny apparently thought he was that hot.) 
He was stuck for a moment, held by indecision. Jason had been in the kind of mood that Conner wanted him nowhere fucking near Tim. 
He definitely was not near Tim. Mission accomplished? 
On the other hand, part of Tim had never fully let go of Jason as his Robin. Not even after… well, everything that happened when Jason came back. 
Conner had been kinda out of it when the whole Titans Tower incident went down (and dead shortly after), but he knew the basics, and he knew Tim. Tim hadn’t processed fucking anything from that time well. 
Still probably hadn’t. Conner didn’t really want to ask if his boyfriend still had the data from the whole attempted cloning thing. 
But when Dick finally got through to Jason, Tim had jumped at the explanation of the pit rage. It took the edge off what Conner knew ached more than the beating; being rejected by his predecessor. 
His hero. 
Conner woulda kicked Jason’s ass for that alone, even without the physical attack, but Tim… Tim didn’t want him to. 
For one thing, Tim could make Jason’s life hell just fine on his own. But Tim… 
Well. 
Conner was more than happy to admit that Tim knew way more about the Lazarus pits than any of Young Justice. He just hoped Tim was going off knowledge, and not just the wish for his hero to accept him. 
Because Jason did, now. They’d never exactly talked about it, the asshole never apologised, but… they got along. 
Jason was prickly as fuck with everyone, but Conner had noticed how… careful he was with Tim. How quick to back down, to just remove himself from the situation if Tim pushed him. 
Which Tim did, because none of the bats had any self preservation. 
Jason really did seem to be fighting something inside him. A fight he didn’t always win, but had learned to retreat from. Taking himself away before he lost completely. 
It was most obvious when Steph wound him up; Conner had been to enough family dinners, and talked to her enough to know she hadn’t let Jason entirely off the hook either. 
But they’d both defer to Tim, because it was Tim’s call. 
Tim would probably want to know Jason had disappeared off the face of the earth. Actually, Tim would probably know exactly why and how it had happened. 
Had Jason or Danny actually mentioned what other business they might have? Conner had kinda been focused on not letting Jason near Tim, but he didn’t think so. 
If it was a planned disappearance, it’d have been Danny doing it, so Tucker would probably know more, right? Danny obviously had multiple abilities, Conner had already seen at least two. 
Either way, the answers were in the manor beneath him, along with his very favourite person in the world. 
Alfred. Tied with Ma and Pa Kent, though. 
And his beloved boyfriend Tim, of course. 
Brightening a little, Conner made his descent, landing at the backdoor of the manor and letting himself in. 
On the off chance they did need to be worried about Jason and Danny’s strange disappearance, at least he was already in town. 
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Chapter 11 - The Ghosts of Babylon
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Rating: Explicit, 18+, here be smut and violence Series tags: Joel Miller x You, Joel Miller x Reader, Joel & Ellie, mostly follows canon, LGBTQ+ characters, y/n is bi/pan, y/n is ~45, violence, pregnancy, abortion, medical trauma, emotional trauma, panic attacks, sex work, suicide, smut, slow burn, angst with a happy ending, hurt/comfort, romance, no use of y/n, reader has longish hair, Joel can lift you, smallish age gap (~11 years), I've probably forgotten some so please let me know <3
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You’re napping on your cot in the clinic when the walkie at your belt scratches out your name. You rub your eyes, fumbling for the switch.
“Here,” you mutter, sitting up.
“Got a situation, patroller with a busted leg,” someone says.
“Okay, bring them in.”
“Gonna need to make a house call, doc. Meet us at the east gate.”
“Copy that. Out.”
Shit.
Patrol was rough and sometimes things went sideways–Theresa told you as much–but you’ve never had to leave the settlement before. You pick up the med kit, double-check to make sure you have everything you need, and grab your down jacket.
There are two men on horseback waiting for you. You know one is Eliot, and the other…is Joel.
Well, this will be interesting.
Joel gives you a barely perceptible nod. “She can ride with me.”
You raise an eyebrow at the too-easy double entendre, and you swear you see the hint of a smirk before his face drops back into a gruff mask and he puts out a hand to help you up. You can’t ignore the flush of heat that courses through you at his touch, an embarrassing Pavlovian response. You know what those hands are capable of, and you remember all too well where they were last night. You wonder, in a flash of helpless depravity, if you could still smell your slick on his fingers. It doesn’t help that you’re forced to press your whole damn body against his back just to stay on the horse.
Fuck, this is going to be a day.
“You know how to use this?” he asks over his shoulder, holding up a pistol.
“I might.”
He scoffs as you take the gun, check the safety, then tuck it into the back of your jeans.
“Shouldn’t need it, but y’never know,” he says.
When the gates close with a thud , you feel your chest constrict. You’ve lived within the safety of Jackson’s walls for months, too used to its creature comforts. You tighten your grip slightly around Joel’s waist as he nudges the horse to a fast trot, Eliot riding ahead. Your ass is already starting to hurt.
“How far out?” you ask, trying to keep your voice light.
“Couple hours’ ride; we’re camped at the southeastern outpost.”
“What happened?”
“Allan’s horse got spooked and threw her.”
“...Theresa Allan?”
There’s a pause. “Yeah.”
“You said it was a break?”
“Uh-huh. Bone went through the skin…can’t move her until it’s set and splinted.”
“Shit.”
You shift in the saddle, trying to take some pressure off your tailbone, your thighs already aching from the effort of keeping your balance. Joel seems to notice.
“Woulda thought you’d have experience on horseback, comin’ from Nebraska.”
“I’m not from Nebraska. I grew up in New York. I was a city kid.”
“So…how’d you end up at the Omaha QZ?”
“It’s a long and uninteresting story.”
“We got time.”
You let out a deep sigh.
“Alright. I was finishing my residency at a hospital in Maine when the outbreak happened. Managed to get out alive with a…group.
“We protected each other. My medical experience was useful, so I guess I had more luck than some. Just happened to land in Omaha at some point, and that was home…until it wasn’t.”
In your defense, this is all true, save for the destination and the fact that the “group” in question was FEDRA. Your story is the same as countless others, and it comes so naturally, it doesn’t feel like lying…not exactly.
“You were right about the uninteresting part,” Joel says dryly, but there’s a teasing lilt in his voice. “I’m fallin’ asleep over here.”
You clamp down on a smirk, kicking the back of his leg with your boot.
“Asshole.”
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Theresa is ashen and shivering under a moth-eaten wool blanket when you finally arrive at the outpost, which is little more than a shack in the woods. She greets you with a shaky smile through gritted teeth.
“Hey, babe. Fancy…meeting you…here.”
You wince in sympathy. “Can I take a look?”
She nods, teeth clattering as you pull back the blanket and a blood-soaked bandage to reveal the fracture, the jagged white shard of her tibia poking through the skin of her lower leg. You remember trailing kisses up that leg, her thigh, the taste of her on your tongue, and you have to stop yourself from going further with the thought. 
“Alright. Let’s get you fixed up,” you murmur.
You set your med kit on the floor and kneel, pulling out gauze, alcohol, wrapping, and a tiny bottle of precious painkillers. You hand her three of the small white pills and a canteen. “Take these. They might take the edge off.”
“Might,” Theresa snorts, but she swallows the pills with a gulp of water.
You kneel beside her, taking her hand, giving it a squeeze. “This is going to hurt like a motherfucker.”
“Wow, don’t hold back or anything,” she huffs. “Can…we get it…over with?”
“Give the pills a chance to work. I’ll be right back.”
Joel is waiting for you outside. “I’m going to need someone to help me hold her while I set and wrap the break, and someone to keep an eye on her vitals.”
“We’ve got four. Two on watch, two with you. Eliot’s got field medic training, he can handle the nurse stuff.”
You nod.
“You okay?” he asks, his voice suddenly low.
“Fine,” you reply automatically. Indeed, you’re not looking forward to the next part, but it comes with the territory.
He considers this, then nods. “I’ll hold her.”
~*~
It’s as bloody and painful as you expect. Theresa's screams are barely muffled by the belt strap in her mouth, but eventually, you’re able to get the bone back into place. The sun is setting by the time you’ve finished bandaging, wrapping, and splinting the leg. Your hands, jacket, and jeans are splattered in Theresa’s blood, and Eliot brings in snow and melts it over a camp stove to help you wash up.
Theresa is conscious, resting, covered by the wool blanket. Her blood pressure stabilizes and the painkillers are doing their work. Small favors.
Joel waits at the threshold, arms crossed. “We’ve got a sled fashioned up to take her out, but I don’t wanna risk it in the dark.”
You wince. It’s going to be a slow and painful journey back to Jackson.
He leans in, hand coming to rest lightly on your forearm. You’re glad for long sleeves that hide the sudden rash of goosebumps that pop up at his touch, the low timbre of his voice sending a pleasant shiver through you.
“Sure you’re alright?”
“I’m fine,” you say, giving him a tired smile to prove it. He studies your face, then nods slowly.
“Alright. Make yourself comfortable, we’ll ride out when it’s light. Be outside if you need anything.”
Then he ducks out in a whirl of cold air.
You roll out a spare sleeping bag and wrap yourself in your bloody jacket, easing yourself down onto the floor next to Theresa. Your fingers find the pulse point at her throat and she stirs, eyes opening to you.
“How are you feeling?” you ask, making a mental note of her heart rate.
“Like shit,” she croaks.
“Meds might make you nauseous. Think you can eat?”
She shakes her head, making a face.
“Water, then,” you say, picking up the canteen and putting it to her lips. She takes a few slow sips and swallows, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. This seems to sap all her remaining strength, and her eyes close, fluttering shut.
You think she’s asleep, but then she speaks again, voice rough.
“So…you and Joel.”
You open your mouth to protest, but she cuts in, blinking at you with drugged eyes. “Don’t even try, babe.”
You huff a sigh, and close your eyes. “Thea–”
“I care…about you,” she says, struggling to keep her eyes on you. “You know that…right?”
The sentiment is so foreign, so unexpected, your mouth goes dry and you cough to cover your surprise.
“You’re on drugs,” you remind her dryly.
“Good ones,” she agrees. “But I know…what I see.”
“And what’s that?” you ask, even though you’re not sure you want the answer.
She grins then, a brilliant and wry smile that reminds you why you found her so attractive in the first place.
“You’re…alike, you and him.”
“I’m ‘lethal?’” you scoff. “Isn’t that how you put it?”
“Untouchable.”
The word hangs in the open air like a warning shot.
“Look, Thea, don’t…don’t tell anyone, okay? It’s not serious, and his kid doesn’t know. Would make it awkward if–”
“Secret’s safe with me,” she mumbles. “But I meant it…what I said before. Be careful.”
~*~
You’re jolted awake from a cold and troubled sleep by the sound of gunfire.
“Shit,” you breathe, reaching for the pistol at your back. Theresa is awake, too, looking at you with wide eyes.
“What’s–”
“Shh.”
There’s yelling in the distance. You creep on all fours to one wall. There are no windows, just a boarded-up hole through which you can see slivers of moonlight. You try to peek through the slats but all you see are the shadows of trees on snow.
Where the fuck are the guards?
More shouting, sounding further away, and then…shuffling. A croak that is far too close for comfort.
Your finger flicks off the pistol’s safety and you turn to Theresa, putting a finger to your lips. You put your ear to the wall, trying to pinpoint the sound’s location, when a loud thud lands on the door.
Theresa lets out a startled shriek, and you whirl around, ready to tell her to shut up, but then the door begins to crack and splinter as the infected throws itself against it, pounding and pounding until the sound drowns out Theresa’s whimpering and the infernal racket of your heart between your ears.
You get to one knee and bring the pistol up, holding it steady with both hands, trying to slow your breath.
In. Out. In. Out.
The hinges give a rusty scream as they’re wrenched off the frame and the infected breaches the door.
You take the shot.
It goes wide, but it draws the creature’s attention. Its gaping maw hisses and croaks at you, and when it lurches in your direction, you fire one more bullet into the center of its bulbous forehead. It drops like a stone.
A shadow appears in the doorway, and you aim for the head, finger steady on the trigger.
It’s Joel, wide-eyed, breathing hard. He raises his hands. “Fuck–”
You don’t lower the gun; your muscles are trembling, locked in place by adrenaline and fear. You’re still seeing the infected in front of you, coming straight at you, mouth open and ready to feed.
In. Out.
Another moment passes. You feel your finger ease up, feel yourself standing slowly. Joel switches between watching you with concern and glancing at the gnarled body on the floor.
“Are there more?” you bark, not ready to give up the gun just yet.
Joel shakes his head slowly, hands still raised like you might change your mind and shoot him after all.
“Where the fuck were you?” you hiss, finally tucking the gun back into your jeans.
“Eliot and Ashbury had one to the south, I was watchin’ their six,” he says, looking down at the infected corpse. “Seems like you had it covered, though.”
The walkie on his belt squawks, Eliot’s voice staticky over the airwaves. “Joel, you there?”
“M’here. Found one up by the cabin…we took care of it,” he says, looking pointedly at you. “Clear.”
He steps outside to continue the conversation, although now that the door is gone, there’s not much point. You turn to look at Theresa, who has pushed herself to a half-sitting position against the nearest wall, pale and shaking.
It was already freezing in the shack, and now the wind coming through the open doorway makes it unbearable. The sweat that beaded on your skin in the heat of the moment has cooled, making you feel damp and slimy beneath your coat. You grab one of the scratchy wool blankets and look for some way to secure it to the door frame.
“That was…f-f-fucking impres-s-sive,” Theresa chatters, watching as you move about the shack, looking for a spare nail, a piece of wood, anything to pin the blanket up. “If it weren’t so…fucking c-c-cold in here I’d…b-b-be turned on.”
“It was,” Joel says. You hadn’t noticed he’d re-entered the cabin, but now he’s standing there, still watching you with something like trepidation. “Impressive, I mean.”
You shoot him a look. “Help me get this up. We need to get this place warm.”
~*~
It’s only a couple of hours until dawn, but the time crawls by in a bitter-cold haze. Joel drags the infected corpse into the woods and you manage to get the door covered. You spend the rest of the time curled up against Theresa’s good side under the blanket, trying to conserve body heat.
It’s a welcome relief to be up on the horse, arms anchored firmly around Joel’s waist and heading back to Jackson in the early morning light. Eliot and his patrol partner’s horses are hooked to the makeshift sleigh upon which Theresa is bundled, while Ashbury rides ahead as a scout. You gave Theresa another pain pill before you set off, but you suspect it’s not doing much good with all the jostling on the frozen, pock-marked ground.
It’s been an hour of this lurching, plodding cadence when Joel’s voice drifts over his shoulder. 
“Where’d you learn to shoot like that?”
“Picked it up while I was out there, I guess.”
You feel him shift against you, leaning back slightly. Even sweaty and bloody and in pain, his proximity is unnerving. The constant pressure of the saddle rolling between your legs doesn’t help.
“Looked like a FEDRA thing.”
“That so?” you say, trying to sound disinterested.
“Hell of a shot, though,” he says when you don’t elaborate. “For a ‘city kid.’”
“Mmm. Got lucky,” you sigh, resting your forehead between his shoulder blades, smelling the warm leather of his jacket. You’re so tired you could fall asleep right now, sore ass be damned.
“Right,” he says, drawing out the word sarcastically. “Well, remind me not to get on your bad side.”
“Doesn’t feel so good on the other end of the barrel, does it, Miller?”
He gives a soft, knowing chuckle. “No, I s’pose it don’t.”
~*~
You finally ride into Jackson, exhausted and bruised and desperate for a shower. Theresa is set up at home with one of the clinic nurses as a caregiver, and you promise to check on her the next morning.
Joel disappears without a word as soon as you dismount, trotting off toward the stables. You’re too tired to worry about his suspicious questioning, although in the back of your mind, you know you should be.
When you finally make it home, you don’t have the energy to do more than stumble upstairs and fall into bed fully clothed, still bloody and sweaty. The shower will have to wait.
~*~
A feather-light touch draws itself down your cheek, and you startle awake in the semi-dark, pushing yourself up and reaching for the knife you keep tucked between the mattress and box spring.
���Whoa, s’just me,” Joel says. “Don’t shoot.”
You blink up at him, confused. “What–how did you–”
“Door was open.”
Shit.
In your exhaustion, you’d forgotten to set the lock. Christ, being in Jackson has made you stupid.
You realize his hand is still resting on your cheek, and you sit up abruptly to break the contact. 
“What is it? Is Thea alright?”
“She’s fine. Checked in on her before I came over. Just…wanted to see you.”
He leans in, capturing your lips with his, tongue sliding against yours in a sweet erotic dance, and you moan softly, instantly wet. After a full day of being so close, so fucking close without being able to touch him, to feel his lips on your sensitive skin, you’re like a woman starved.
You pull back with great difficulty, breathing hard. “I need a shower. I’m filthy.”
“Yeah y’are,” he growls, nipping at your ear, sending a hot shiver of delight straight to your core. But then he stands, reaches out a hand, and you take it.
The water feels amazing when it hits your skin, washing off the remains of Theresa’s blood, the dried sweat, soothing the ache in your muscles. He holds you under the stream of rushing water as his hands run the soap up and down your back, and he kisses you and bites at your neck until your legs threaten to give out. When he grabs your ass and presses you to him, nudging his cock between your thighs just out of reach of where you need it, you groan in frustration. 
“Not in the shower, Miller.”
“M’not that stupid,” he says, but you’re not convinced. He leans back but only slightly, forehead pressed to yours, panting through gritted teeth. “God, the things you do to me. Wanted you that whole time, out there. Wanted you to…to–”
“Show me,” you murmur, reaching behind you to shut off the water, not caring that your body is still slick with soap.
You’re going to need another shower after this, anyway.
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averagesadperson · 2 years
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Back in Town
Cole Brookstone x Gn! Reader
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Synopsis: You work in a small town bakery and when a man you recognize as your childhood friend stumbles in, you end up spilling some held in feelings.
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Notes: Uhm, so- I started writing this but then I realized I’m sad today so this got a lot more self indulge-y then I meant it to be. sorry, but also not? but sorry if its a little all over the place. whoops. I tried to make it Gn, please let me know if I made any mistakes!
and uh,, 2k words?? what did I do
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The scent of carrot cake wafted from the oven. Pulling on the bubblegum pink store-branded oven mitts, you pulled the dessert out and set it onto a cooling rack in the fridge that you had set out earlier. Turning off the oven with a ‘beep!’ you took the mitts off, set them into the drawer, and shut it with your hip as you walk past. They were cute, pink with white accents, along with almost everything else in the store. 
Your ‘uniform’ consisted of latex gloves, a frilly apron, a mask, and a bandana covering your hair; all of which were the same shade of pink. The apron had patches of other colours and fabrics from where you’d sewn it when it ripped a few months back.
This was pretty routine for you, having been working in this bakery for years now. Your mother started it originally as a small passion project when you were still in high school, but people loved it so much that she ended up renting an old, homely store and the rest is history. You eventually mastered the skill of baking, learning how to make complex pastries, delicious filling, fluffy bread, moist cake, and more. Trial and error had kicked your ass more than once, but thankfully your customers were kind enough to let it slide.
You sighed, shaking your head as you stepped up to the counter. On it was various decorating tools laid out, along with bowls of white icing and food colouring of black, purple, and blue that still needed to be mixed. An order from one of your oldest customers, a sweet older woman with a plethora of grandchildren who, who woulda guessed, had birthdays. It was a lot of work, but hey, she tipped well.
You pulled your rubber gloves on, but before you could jump into it, the sound of the bell above the front door ringing caught your attention. Tightening your apron and walking out of the kitchen and behind the old wooden counter, you saw a young man with black hair browsing the treats behind the glass. He had a hand up to his mouth and his eyes were narrowed as if he was making the most important decision of his life. He reminded you of a boy you knew as a child, he left town a handful of years back, but when you first saw this guy you swore he looked just like-
“Cole?!” 
The man’s head snapped up at the shrill of your voice, your jaw dropped in astonishment. His eyebrows furrowed and you saw his eyes rack your visible features, trying to remember if he’d met you before. At his confusion you remembered your mask, quickly raising your hands to rip the fabric from your mouth.
“Cole! It’s me, Y/N.” you said with a giddy smile on your lips, subtly leaning over the counter towards him. Cole’s eyes widened and he let out a gasp of shock at seeing you.
“Oh my god! Y/N, it’s so good to see you!” you giddily ran over to the removable countertop, quickly flipping it open and running over to the taller man who you haven't seen in years. He opened his arms and you jumped, wrapping your arms around his neck and resting your head on his shoulder, his arms circling your waist, fingers playing with the bow of your apron strings.
“I haven't seen you in forever, Dummy! I didn't know you were back in town.” the smile refused to fall from your lips. Cole was one of your best friends back in high school, you had a stupid big crush on him too, you two shared classes and would go over to each other houses almost daily, though it was usually him coming over to yours.
He chuckled lightly, shaking his head, making his soft bangs swish side to side. “I wasn't, this is my first day back here.”
“Well then,” you let him go, walking over to the front door, flipping the sign over so it now displayed ‘closed!’. “I guess it's fate you just so happened to come to this bakery then, huh?” you said with a playful smile, ignoring his ‘hey, it's a small town’. 
You grabbed him by the hand and led him over to one of the bigger booths. “Here, come, we need to catch up.”
Once you two sat across from each other he leaned back in his chair and turned to you, “Okay, so what's been up with you? Surely a lot based on the new ‘baker’ status you seem to have.”
You laughed, resting your elbows on the table, leaning in closer. “Well, I'm in college now, nothing too fancy, just a few days a week.”
“Really? That's awesome! I’m glad you got there eventually.” his smile and the genuine look of happiness in his eyes made your insides twist, whether it be in glee or something else, you couldn't tell.
“Yeah, me too. Oh! I talked to your dad a week or so ago.” you giggled at his exaggerated eye roll. “He still thinks you go to MOPPA, you think you're ever gonna tell ‘em?”
He groaned, rubbing a hand at his neck and avoiding your gaze. “I dunno, his whole obsession with his dancing and Royal Blacksmiths is just… y’know..?”
You set a hand on his arm making him look back at you. You met his eyes with a gentle smile and an as understanding look as you could muster. “I get it, Cole, I do. But I still think you need to tell him eventually. He’s your dad and he loves you, don't waste that.” he’s silent for a moment before he speaks again.
“Anyway, you're just now getting into schooling? I thought you wanted to go ‘far, far away’ for college straight out of high school?” you flushed from his recounting of your childish words from one underage drunken night, but went along with it and let him change the subject without a fight.
“Ah, yeah, when I started in mom’s bakery I had to learn all the recipes pretty quick, so that took up the majority of my time. I barely had any time for anything but sugar.” 
“Oh, yeah! I’m surprised your mom changed the style.” your heart sunk. “She really liked that old, rustic vibe she had going.”
The smile slowly slipped from your face but Cole didn't notice, he was busy looking around the decor of the shop. “Yeah, well, times change, I guess.”
“Hm, I guess so. Say, how is your mom doing? I’d love to see her again..” he trailed off when he turned back to you, seeing the look on your face. Cole's stomach dropped, dreading what that look meant and what you were about to tell him.
“Oh, she, uhm. Mom.. passed… a few years ago. It's just been me for a bit.” Cole set a gentle hand on your shoulder, rubbing your arm soothingly as your eyes started to water. Your father had died when you were young, leaving only you and your mother. Not long after Cole left town, your mother got sick and died quickly after. You neglected to mention her sickness to your old friend, knowing of his own mother's fate. Despite them not being the same illness, you knew it would upset him more.
“Your dad was pretty helpful, y’know. Let me stay with him until I got everything sorted.” your voice cracked and you raised a hand to rub at your eyes before any tears could fall.
“Why… why didn't you tell me?” he said in a gentle voice, it was comforting.
“Well, I didn't really know how to find you, Cole.” he winced, opening his mouth to either refute you or apologize, you didn't know but spoke over him. “It's true, you just…left, Cole. As happy as I am to see you now, I… I was really lonely.” you quickly rushed to reassure him, waving your hands in front of you to cover your reddening cheeks.
“Not to say it's your fault or anything! You left for a reason, I know that, and I don't blame you. I covered for you with your dad because I know you must've had a good reason. I just… I missed you, Cole. A lot.” you sniffled, looking at your hands that rested in your lap. You were both silent for a while until you heard fabric shift and felt Cole slide into the booth beside you.
You felt him hesitate to touch you, so you leaned in, laying against him with your head on his shoulder. You could feel him breathing beneath you and he wrapped his arm around you and pulled you in closer.
It felt… nice.
It was a relief to see him again after all those years. The months of crying yourself to sleep after he left, the temptation to send a letter, the guilt of not telling him, you could feel it all melting off your shoulders as you both sat there in silence together.
“I know I could have sent you a letter, but you barely respond to your father. I didn't want to bother you or distract you with something like that. I didn't know what you were doing, still don’t, it could be really important.”
“You’re also important, you know that right?” your breath hitched at his words. 
“That's not what I-”
“Doesn't matter. You’re important to me, Y/N. You were like, my only real friend for years and I would have dropped anything if you said you needed help. You were never, and will never be a bother to me, especially with something like that.” he placed his fingers under your chin and tilted your head to look at him. Your eyes widened when you saw his coal-black ones were watering. Your hand clutched the fabric of his shirt as he brought you into a crushing hug.
“I’m so, so sorry you thought otherwise and I'm sorry I haven't sent letters either. I've been..” he chuckled sadly. “Very preoccupied, but I never forgot about you.”
“I really missed you. I’m glad you're back, Cole.”
“..I missed you too.”
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Eventually, it got dark and, after both your tears had dried, Cole had politely excused himself. You offered him a place to stay with you above the shop for the night, but he said he and his friends already had a hotel and they would get worried if he didn't show up. When you said your goodbyes, you sent him on his way with a bag filled with the best of the best of your sugary treats.
“Oh, before you go, why don't you take a to-go bag?” you stepped behind the counter, sliding open the glass panel and choosing snacks you think he’d like best.
“Well, I won't say no to that.” he stepped up to the counter with a chuckle and you saw him dig around in his pocket before you stop him.
“Hey, no, it's on the house. No complaints.” you filled the paper bag, folding the edge and handing it to him.
“You sure?” you nodded with a smile as you walked him to the door, linking your arm with his. “Well, we’ll be in town for a bit so if you wanted to meet up for a bit tomorrow?”
“Mhm! I do have to finish an order but I’ll probably be free after one or so? Wanna meet at the center fountain?” you pushed open the door, the bell chiming in the background.
He agreed, wrapping his arms around you one last time for the night and you reciprocated, patting his back lightly.
“Bye, Y/N.” he walked out the door and when he turned to wave back at you, you lifted to your tiptoes, resting a hand on his cheek and pulling him down to you.
The setting sun cast a beautiful glow against his skin, making his eyes shimmer. You closed your eyes and pecked his cheek, letting him go soon after.
“See ‘ya, Cole.” You waved at him with pink cheeks, turning back and softly closing the door. You saw him gently touch his cheek with a smile before he turns and walks into the warm summer air. You watched him walk down the street before he eventually turned the corner out of your view.
You sighed, crossing your arms, locking the door, and walking back to the kitchen to pack up. You’d finish your orders in the morning, but tonight you dragged yourself upstairs and into your bed. You wrapped yourself in blankets, tears springing to your eyes. You had dreamed of seeing Cole again countless times before. When you were kids, everything was fine, everything was perfect. But then he left, and things fell apart. 
But now? Cole was back.
Maybe not back in town forever, but back in your life.
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sarahsmi13s · 1 year
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Duckie
Chapter 2
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pairing: bradley ‘rooster’ bradshaw x twin sister!reader, kendall adams (oc) x bradshaw!reader, (eventual) jake ‘hangman’ seresin x bradshaw!reader
characters: bradley bradshaw, y/n bradshaw, kendall adams, penny benjamin
word count: ~1.6k (i know, it’s weird for me too. but i’ll make up for it in chapter 3)
warnings: drinking, mentions of cannon character death, pregnacy, please let me know if I missed any
a/n: yes, the gif is kendall from big time rush, but he is also our sweet sweet guitar boy 
series summary: daughter of goose and carole and twin sister to bradley ‘rooster’ bradshaw, y/n bradshaw also got her papers pulled when she tried to enlist in the Navy. which turned out to not be as bad as she thought.
chapter summary: when y/n and kendall go to visit bradley in california before he goes to flight school, they’ve got a big birthday surprise for him ;)
ch 1  ch 3  ch 4  ch 5
************* (21, turning 22)
You and Kendall decided to fly up to California to spend your birthday, and about a month up there, since soon Bradley would be off to Maryland and you would have limited time to see each other.
You knocked on the door to your childhood home, Kendall holding both your bags while you bounced in anticipation. Bradley had no idea you were coming, you hadn’t been feeling well the past couple weeks and he assumed that you would stay home so as to not get others sick.
You knocked once again, hearing a small groan and footsteps speeding up behind the door. “I’m coming!” 
The door swung open and Bradley stopped, dropping his water bottle. 
“Oh my gosh!” He picked you up and spun you around, “What are you doing here? I thought you were sick?” You shook your head, “Nope. It was just a little something, it went away like a week and a half ago.” He looked at Kendall and brought him in for a bro hug, “Good to see you, Ken Doll.” Your boyfriend laughed, “Good to see you too, Brad Squared.”
You smiled and moved to pick up your bag but both boys stopped you, “Nuh uh.” “Nope.” 
Kendall swooped up your bag and Bradley moved to let you in. “I can carry things, you know.” “Not when we’re around.” You shook your head, “Ken, my room is this way.” You walked him through the house and to your room.
When you came back you found Bradley on the back porch.
“See you didn’t change my room,” you chuckled as you leaned on the railing. 
“You kiddin’ me? You woulda kicked my ass if I touched your stuff.” “Yeah, but what about when you bring girls over?” “I go to their place.” You just shook your head, “Ever the player Bradley.” “You know it.” “Gross, I was kidding.” You gagged and shoved him.
You both came back in and Kendall was already on the couch. “See you’re comfortable already,” you plopped down next to him and his arm went to your waist. 
“Hey, I was thinking about going to the Hard Deck, just hang out. Talk to some friends.” You nodded and craned your neck to look at Kendall, “I’m down.” He pursed his lips and nodded, “Yeah sure.” Bradley nodded and checked his watch, “Okay, we could go about 6? Gives us like 3 hours to hang out and get ready.” You smiled, “Beach?” The two guys shared a look, “Beach.”
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Later, you, Kendall, and Bradley walked into the Hard Deck. “Wait, we didn’t decide on a DD,” Bradley mentioned. You raised your hand, “I’ll be DD.” “You sure?” You nodded, “Yeah, I’m sure. You two have fun.” Kendall rubbed your back as you went to the bar.
“Hi, sweetie, what can I get you?” “Um, two beers, bottles are fine. And what do you have that’s non alcoholic?” The bartender threw the towel over her shoulder, “Well, I’ve got lemonade, sweet tea, soda, and water of course.” “Okay, I’ll take a lemonade, please.” “Comin’ right up.”
She gathered the beers and sat them down. “So, you’re the designated driver?” She questions as she pours the lemonade, while nodding towards the two men. You nodded, “Yes, ma’am.” “Which one’s yours?” You chuckled, “Technically both.” She rose a brow. “The one with the stache is my brother, the one in the bright board shorts is my boyfriend.” She nodded, “Got it.” 
She glanced back at them, brows pinching in confusion and her eyes widened in realization.
You followed her gaze, seeing that she was looking at Bradley and then turned to her. She looked at you, “Wait, are you Goose Bradshaw’s kids?” 
You nodded, pride in your chest hearing your dad’s call sign. “I should have known, he looks just like him.” You chuckled, “Yeah, the stache and the shirt, it’s crazy.” “You, little miss, look like your Mama. But I can see your Daddy in there too.” You laughed, grabbing your drinks, “Thank you, Miss…?” “Penny, Penny Benjamin,” she told you with a smile. 
Your jaw dropped, “Wait, you’re THE Penny Benjamin?” “One and only.” “Wow, we heard a lot about you growing up.” She cringed, “I don’t know if that’s good or bad.” “Well, it came from the one and only Maverick, if that’s any hint.” 
“Just don’t tell me you followed in my footsteps,” she begged, a chuckle right behind it. You shook your head, “I haven’t dated a Navy man, no. Not to say I didn’t see my fair share of football players, before settling with my guitar player over there.” She smiled, “That’s good. Have fun, girl. Don’t hesitate to let me know if you need anything.” You nodded, grabbing the drinks and walking away before turning right back around. 
“I still need to pay for these.” You laughed, sitting the drinks down and pulling out your wallet. “First round’s on me. I’ll start your tab on the second round,” she threw you a wink before tending to someone else. You smiled and grabbed your things and went to the table.
After a few rounds, you all head back to the house for a shower and then settle in the living room for a movie.
“What are we watching?” You asked as you squeezed your hair with a towel. 
“I’m thinking of Spider-Man, but I want you to pick since you didn’t drink and it’s also your birthday,” Bradley said, moving out of the way of the dvd and vhs collection. You gave him an appreciative smile and sat cross-cross in front of the cabinet.
“Speaking of drinks, I’ve got some. I got beer, wine, and I think there’s Crown in there,” Bradley said pointing to the kitchen. “I’ll take a beer,” Kendall said, moving his gaze from you to your brother. 
He snapped his fingers, “One beer, got it. Y/N, you want anything?” You shrugged while looking through movies, “Got Dr. Pepper?” “Uh yeah I think so. Want that with anything? Like I said, I got Crown.” “Just the soda is okay, thank you Brad.”
Your brother tilted his head before glancing at your boyfriend, silently asking if you were okay. Kendall just shrugged, shaking his head. Bradley nodded and decided to chalk it up to you not wanting to get sick.
You decided to go with your brother’s choice, having no problem watching a superhero movie. “Okay, now that that’s in, I can get comfortable.” You go to sit down but stop, “Snacks, I need snacks.” Kendall laughed, giving your butt a small pat when you walked by. “What do you want, Babe?” He shrugged, “Whatever you got.” You nodded and went to the kitchen.
“Brad, do you have cookies? Like Chips Ahoy or something?” He just nodded and pointed to the cabinet. 
You opened it and gasped, making Bradley jump. “What?” You reached in and grabbed the box, “You have the ones with M&M’s in them! Yes!” He laughed and shook his head, watching you reach in and grab something else. “And you have goldfish.” “Yeah, I’ve got popcorn in the microwave. What movie did you pick?” “Spider-Man.” 
Your brother looked at you, squinting his eyes, “Really? Y/N you don’t have to pick what I pick just because I picked it. It’s your birthday too, I want you to have fun.” “Bradley, I want to watch it, I promise. If I’m not having fun, I’ll let you know. Okay?” He nodded, “You promise?” “Promise.”
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The movie ended and both Kendall and Bradley had fallen asleep. You looked at the clock, 2:30 AM.
You got up and decided to go to the back porch.
As you looked up at the sky and watched waves roll by, arms wrapped around your middle. “Did I wake you?” Kendall shook his head, planting a kiss on the back of yours, “No. I woke up and thought you had gone to throw up in the bathroom.” You shook your head, “No, I’m okay. You should go to bed though, I’ll be in in a bit okay.” He nodded and gave you a kiss, “Happy birthday, sweet girl.” “Thank you, baby.” He gave you another quick kiss before retreating to the bedroom.
You looked up at the sky and sighed, your hand splayed out on your stomach. 
“I wish you guys could have met him. He’s great. He makes me feel like I’m the only girl in the world. When I’m with him… it’s like the world doesn’t even exist. Dad you would have loved him, he’s funny and respectful, makes your little duck feel like a queen.”
You sighed, “I’ve always dreamt of a love like this, a love like you and mom have.” You decided to let the tears flow instead of holding them back. 
“We miss you, Bradley and I.” You choked on a sob, hand gripping at your shirt. “Your two little chicks aren’t so little anymore. And in about 9 months, you’ll have a little grand-gosling.”
“Wait what?” Your brother's groggy voice made you jump. “Geez, Bradley! You scared me.” 
“What did you say?” You gave him a small smile, “I’m pregnant, Brad. You’re gonna be an uncle.” That really woke him up. “Wait, really? Are you serious? Like you aren’t playing a joke on me right now.” “I’m 100% serious.” “Great balls of fire! That’s amazing!” You were scooped up in a hug, laughing at the use of your dad’s old catchphrase.
He sat you down, “So that’s why you felt sick. And why you weren’t drinking.” You nodded, “Yup.” “When are you due?” You shrugged, “Around February.” “When did you find out?” “About two weeks ago. We think it happened right after graduation.” “Okay, I don’t want to think about that.” 
You laughed and so did Bradley. “Why don’t we get some sleep and tomorrow we can go see the Kazanskys? Then maybe a beach day? Go see mom and dad?” You nodded, “Sounds perfect. Goodnight, Brad.” “Goodnight Duckie.”
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well, would you look at that. another bradshaw is on the way
do you think the little gosling is gonna be a boy or a girl? 
top gun tags <33 (i will put these in the comments as well): @milesdickpic​ @luckyladycreator2​ @hotch-meeeeeuppppp​
lmk if you want to be tagged :D <33
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simpjaes · 3 months
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were there any ideas for frenzy that u didnt end up putting in the story? like abt the plot or jake?
Oh yeah there were tons of ideas that didn't make the cut for the fic:
The first issue I had with deciding what route I wanted to take was deciding if reader truly finds out Jake stalks/stalked her vs. her never finding out.
It is quite obvious that I went in a route that somewhat includes the two, but there were entire story lines in my head for both ends of how the fic could have gone. I won't get into that though and stick with what the fic already is currently, and the ideas that were cut from it:
for starters,
there were times where I was going to have Jake steal items from your apartment if he wasn't staying with you. I did have to speed up the fic though, so there was a point in time where he would be back and forth with reader until her ex eventually showed up at her job and he ended up staying with her consistently rather than going home.
I'm talking, panty stealing to the max, placing cameras in her apartment, tracking her phone.
there were other instances as well that involved the ex being more threatening than he already was before Jake found himself beating his ass lmao. I had an entire scene written that involved Jake meeting the ex, duping him into believing Jake was a security guard, then leading him somewhere alone before it fades to black in a major ass kicking scene. That was removed obv.
There was another scene where reader actually went to Jake's apartment and asked about his camera, also noted that her apartment was literally right across from his own. she was going to be a little more cautious around him, which made him angry and go into super-perfect-boyfriend mode.
uhhh, me and @drunkhazed discussed the idea of the fic ending in death as well. The main focus was for Jake to, quite literally, kill her ex boyfriend in a fit of rage. I did ultimately choose to not go that route due to the fact that Jake likely would have been messy as hell with it, and he definitely woulda been thrown into prison lol
smut instances that were cut:
there were supposed to be several more smut scenes than what the fic ended up with at the end. I'm talking full on masochist Jake, and full on sadist reader. It was meant to be an incredibly emotional scene that involved her realizing that Jake really was an outlet, and that she enjoyed doing it about as much as he did. This involves instances of choking, slapping, scratching, gagging, breath play, and likely a scene where Jake faints himself.
Another instance where Jake was supposed to go back home and watch back the cameras I wanted him to put into her apartment, and ultimately find the reader touching herself. given, he woulda loved seeing that but hated it at the same time when she cries at the end and/or doesn't moan out for him. this would have led to the instance where reader mentions being wet in the fic (you may remember), and him being entirely ecstatic over the fact that it's because of him. He was supposed very nearly or accidentally ask why she doesn't get wet as she touches herself. But ofc she's so in awe of him that it blows right past her, and doesn't even ask why he knows she touches herself at all etc.
man, there's a ton more but this ask is already long enough :|
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heavyhitterheaux · 1 year
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Ree Saw Her Husband Jack Harlow and possibly signed an NDA 🤭
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Aight so boom!
My outfit was inspired by Urban but yall probably won't see it but just know a bitch was looking good as fuck 😌😘
Me and my middle sister Shantai get there at The Anthem and the line is long as SHIT to get in so I was like fuck outta here imma sit my ass down
But before that when we were in my car about to park in the garage, I saw the back of Urban outside.
I'd recognize that head of curls anywhere.
He dodged me the rest of the night 🙄
Okay back to where I was
Yall why she take me to this bougie ass French restaurant and she ordered some fucking liver mousse 🤢🤮
I was up in that bitch eating bread to absorb the alcohol I was consuming lmaoooo
Aight so it's 7:25 when we go in and I hit the merch stand for the first time (I went back after the show 😭) and I am in fucking shambles because I basically want one of everything but I was a responsible adult! I only spent 235 in total in merch but we'll get to that part
I think I did good
I wanted more
I woulda bought the man himself if I could
We find our seats and it's nothing but black girls in my row
FUCKING YES IT'S ABOUT TO BE LIT
BLACK GIRL MAGIC ON DECK
Okay The Homies came out and I lost it when they did Shake because uh my ass was definitely shaking lmaooo
The City Girls were AMAZING
I wanna ride Jackman like a rodeo
Anywayyyyyy
Shantai went fucking wild during their set
I mean the bitch's curls fell out
She was sweating
Twerking on the railing of the balcony lol
I know my limits
I was like nahhh I'm saving my energy for my husband
Her ass was done when it was time for Jack
YALLLLLLLLL
I THOUGHT I WAS ABOUT TO FALL OUT ON THE SPOT WHEN HE HIT THE STAGE 😭😭
This was my first time seeing him AND A BITCH WAS IN SHAMBLES
I was like OKAY GLASSES!
You better go head white boy!
Okay soooo the people in my section uhh..
I feel as though they only knew First Class and What's Poppin because when I tell yall my fucking ass knew EVERY LYRIC
Jack was like where my day ones at? Who was fucking with me before the beard?
I yelled for him to bring back the pornstache and I yelled Confetti and Loose supremacy 😂🤣
BITCHHHHH
WHEN I HEARD SUNDOWN AND GHOST I WAS LIKE JACKMAN GIMME THE MIC! WE BOTH ABOUT TO DO THIS SHIT.
Okay and we're vibing right?
The people in GA down below were throwing drinks, fighting, fainting and people getting kicked out.
I was like whew chile the GHETTO
Jack has the voice of an angel 😇
Oh and apparently someone fell over the barricade? But I didn't see it
Ummm when Jack asked 'where are all my nurses at?' Before he went into 21C/Delta, my entire row pointed at me lmaooo 😭😭😭
Jack was like he might move to d.c. to take a stroll and look at the cherry blossoms.
Bitch, that sounded like a marriage proposal to Ree, okay?
We can take a stroll alright 😏🤭
Okay um, live band?
YESSSSSSS
LIKE A BLADE OF GRASS WANTS SUNLIGHT, I JUST WANT THAT ASS
Top tier
And he gonna fuck the earrings off of me because my hoops were big as shit lmao
POISON WAS WRITTEN FOR ME!
Ummm him and that damn hose lol
He gonna ask a girl if she's hot and proceeded to spray THE FUCK outta her lmaoooo
If a concert consisted of me listening to Jack talk for hours, sign a bitch up
I feel like I'm missing so many details but...
Bottom line is I had so much fun and I can't wait to see him again!
He deserves all of the success coming his way 🥺
And.... ya girl just might have signed an NDA 🤭😏
Probably one of the only videos where I'm not screaming and I'll upload it later
OHH and a bitch just about lost her voice 😭😭
I got like 5 shirts, hoodie, and a tote bag
It's aight
I get paid Friday anyway lmaoooo
Jack is worth it 🥰
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nagdabbit · 1 year
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built to last
words: 1.4k
rating: gen, it's fluffy as shit
so the other night i was high off my ass and was like, tell me something silly to write cuz im in the mood to accept prompts, and @sarahcakes613 was like,
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and then I vomited this out into existence, fell asleep, woke up and forgot it for several days. so, uh. here? have some stupid fluff?
(also on ao3)
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He woke to the sharp smack of jeans against his forehead and a sharp, demanding, "What the fuck, Bry?"
"What the fuck what?" he muttered, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. It was still dark out, just a little light shining in from the house next to his own. Everything was still drenched in shadow, but Mox made himself seen.
Mox was standing over him in nothing but his t-shirt and boxers, wide eyed and a little frantic, jeans in hand. His shirt was a little wrinkled from a night on the floor, neck stretched a little from where Bryan had wrenched at it, showing off a few bite marks across his clavicle. 
He waved a frantic hand back behind him, "That, Bryan! What the fuck is that out there?!"
His living room? His kitchen? He couldn't think of anything he owned that would leave Mox looking any kind of spooked. Not really, not like that. "I have absolutely no idea."
He kicked the mattress and gestured again, this time toward the window set into the wall. Toward the house next door, and the dock and the lake outside.
"Oh, that's—"
"That's fuckin' water, Bryan," Mox snapped, and gave him another smack with his jeans. "We are on a boat—Bryan, you put me on a fucking boat."
He lifted an eyebrow. "And let me guess, you don't li—"
"I fuckin' hate boats, Bryan. I hate them. They're dangerous fuckin' deathtraps," he snapped, pacing across the room. "I hate boats."
Bryan rolled his eyes and sat up. "You don't say."
"Oh, don't be cute. You said—you said we were going back to your new house," Mox grumbled and threw himself back down onto the bed, wrestling his jeans on. 
"This is a house."
"Bryan this is a—floaty fucking—it's a death trap is what it is. You can put a stove and couch in it, it's still gonna sink," he insisted, continuing to struggle. "Fuckin' tricked me, you goddamn scruffy fuckin' dickhead, I never woulda gone home wit' you if you'd said you bought a fuckin' houseboat." 
"I did say, but you might not have heard me. Little hard to speak when you're trying to lick my tonsils," Bryan muttered rolling his eyes. He stretched a little, pushing back the warm covers.
"Oh, bullshit, you didn't say anythin' about this," he muttered, beginning the process of looking for his socks. 
"You didn't see the dock last night?" he asked, dryly, and crawled forward so he could drape himself across Mox's back. "The water? The boats?"
"I was half asleep and following my dick, 'course I didn't notice." Mox tried to shrug him off, but Bryan just latched on tighter. "You tricked me."
"It's not a trick if I don't know there's a problem. I just wanted to bring you home with me," Bryan promised, scratching his nails lightly across Mox's chest. "C'mon, go back to sleep."
Mox sputtered and gave another violent shrug, but Bryan fought to hold on. "No, why the fuck would I sleep on a boat?!" he demanded, voice a little strangled. "You can't fuckin' swim if you're sleeping."
Bryan wanted to laugh, but he didn't really think that would actually help, not when it was likely to end with him being single. And, for some reason, he kinda loved the man. Just a little. Not that he'd actually said yet, not out loud. So he soothed a palm up Mox's chest, trying to be comforting.
"Calm down, I promise we're safe. Okay? Just let me get a little more sleep. It's early and we don't fly out until the afternoon." He pulled gently, urging Mox to fall back into bed with him. "I promise, if there were any problems, I'd never have brought you. We'll be okay for a few more hours."
"I don't care, it's a boat and I'll get seasick from this rickety fuck—"
"Jon, shut the fuck up for thirty seconds," Bryan grumbled, and pressed a hand to Mox's frantically running mouth. "Take a deep breath, calm down, and then take a moment to notice that we aren't rocking."
He made an indignant sound beneath Bryan's hand, but did as he was told. He was good at that, most of the time. 
"These things are extremely heavy, and have a low center of gravity that keeps them steady. You're not gonna get seasick, unless you work yourself into a panic," he promised, resting his chin on Mox's shoulder. "The most common problem these things have is the sewer line getting messed up, not sinking. Or having to hire a diver to go get something you dropped off the side."
Mox pushed his hand away, "But it can still—"
"A lot of things can happen," he reminded Mox. Bryan didn't think getting specific by reminding him that planes could crash was a good idea, not when they were going to fly out in a few more hours, so he kept it vague. "Just because it can doesn't mean it will. And if this then ever does sink, we'll have plenty of warning and we'll be able to get to the dock before our feet even get wet."
"And it could sink when we're asleep and then we're just s-o-fuckin'-l," Mox added, but he wasn't as tense as he had been. 
"For a man who keeps callin' me a boy scout, you really don't have a lot of faith in me," Bryan admonished, but softened it with a kiss to his shoulder. "I have an alarm. If anything changes, that thing'll go off. And I promise it's loud enough to wake us."
Mox made a skeptical little noise, but didn't immediately argue.
"I had them install flashing lights, too." It was strange how much negotiation was involved in getting Mox to relax. "It's just as safe as any other house."
"Stop making this all sound so fuckin' reasonable," Mox grumbled, and let Bryan wrestle him back down into bed. "I hate boats."
"You've made that very clear, babe, but it's a little hard to find a new house at four in the morning."
Mox scoffed and let himself be manhandled up the bed. "Don't sell your fuckin' boat, Bry."
He rolled his eyes and dropped his weight down onto Mox's chest, just to keep him from running off again. Definitely not because that was his favorite place to sleep, legs parted over Mox's hips. "Can't bring you home if you're just gonna panic yourself into a tizzy every time you're here."
"But—"
"But nothing, it's not worth it if you're gonna freak out." And it really wasn't. Being in love was stupid, like that.
Mox groaned and kicked one of his heels against the mattress. "I don't have to come here."
"Then what's the point of having this place?" Bryan asked, before he could think better of it. "I don't need it if I just want to be wherever you are."
Beneath him, Mox went still and quiet. 
He went still when he had realizations. Froze up as his entire world view changed and adjusted and righted itself in his head. Like a reset button, or something. It would have been funny if it wasn't so important.
But then he went lax beneath Bryan's weight. Heavy hands settled low on Bryan's back, dangerously low. "I guess I could get used to it," he murmured.
And that was—well, that was as good a declaration as Bryan had ever heard. "Yeah?"
"Yeah. If you're sure, then I guess I can be, too." He smoothed a palm down to give Bryan's ass a squeeze, "'Sides, I bet we could actually rock this thing if we tried hard enough."
He laughed, finally, relaxing into Mox's hands. "I think sinking wasn't the part you needed to worry about anyway."
Mox made an inquisitive sound, hands still kneading Bryan's ass.
"The neighbors definitely heard us last night."
Mox froze. For a few long seconds, he didn't even breathe. 
And then he shoved Bryan off and away, letting him bounce unceremoniously onto the mattress. "Nope, I was right, this is awful and you gotta sell it," he grumbled and resumed his search for his clothes. He muttered under his breath as he went, all manner of plans and ideas. A ranch, far from the city, with room for a couple more dogs and no neighbors for miles. A cabin deep in the woods, where they wouldn't be disturbed. 
A little place in the suburbs, with a patio and a yard and room for—with plenty of room.
And Bryan didn't think he'd ever been so happy. He laid back and watched Mox throw his little fit, laughing all the while. 
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fragilecapric0rnn · 1 year
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made this playlist for my friend @cheatghost's BEAUTIFULLY wonderful fic show me the place where he inserted the blade. i put a lot of thought into the playlist and was talked into doing an analysis. I will be diving into each part of the fic by going over how and why the songs i chose for each section relate to the themes and events that take place. each part will have it's own post.
here is Part II. After
II. After
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Even if it is only 1/4 of the chapter, the After portion is so pivotal to the entire story in setting up what the rest of Steve's arc will look like. It really speaks to Lou's writing capabilities, that a fraction of the chapter, a blip in respect to the rest of the fic, was so compelling and conveyed all of the emotion and heartbreak that is Steve falling apart and self-destructing. So much so that it has its own set of songs that sum up the themes and events of that section. With that, let's dive into the analysis.
Side note: as we move forward, there are songs that I chose more for the vibe and the message within the song relating to the events/characters, so you will notice there is less of me pulling direct lyrics to match up with quotes and more of an analysis of how the song sounds and how the message of the song as a whole relates to the story.
I. Why Didn’t You Stop Me? By Mitski
Will forever be obsessed with the way this song (and other/most Mitski songs) have misleadingly upbeat tempos with the most devastating lyrics. This idea is brought up several times, the idea that Steve could have or should have done something to stop this from happening. As if he alone could have stopped the Suits from taking Eddie away.
The hauntingly optimistic beat paired with the sad lyrics is representative of Steve's mental state. I couldn't help but think of this line from the fic, "And Eddie is lost, now. So, Steve is staying put. If Eddie comes back, he needs to know where to find Steve, needs to know where to look. Steve will be here when he looks." The driving, the staying put, the waiting. He uses driving as a way to isolate himself from the others as he grieves Eddie, and grieves the coulda, shoulda, wouldas, of the entire situation.
… So why didn't you stop me? Why didn't you stop me
As the song comes to a close, I would describe the beat as aggressively upbeat, and representative of Steve in the middle of his descent - when he gets the shit beat out of him. No one is there to stop him at first, it's describe as this sort of primal instinct when he sees Jason and his cronies at the park, how he just stops what he's doing and starts wailing on them. But somebody does stop him. It's Hopper, it's his family.
II. Maybe by The Chantels
Unpopular opinion: oldies should be used in fandom playlists a lot more! You will see several on this playlist, as I push my oldies agenda. To me, there is a certain longing and yearning that oldies convey, whether that be through lyrics or the way vocalists belt those lyrics. This song's lyrics feel very evocative of Steve's downward spiral into despair in the direct aftermath of Eddie's removal from their lives.
Maybe if I pray every night You'll come back to me And maybe if I cry every day You'll come back to stay Oh, maybe
The word maybe feels very much like Steve in this section. His interaction with Locke.
"Steve cries. Loud, ugly hiccups. Big tears roll down his cheeks, land on his split lips with salt that stings. He pulls over and screams, hits his head against the steering wheel once, twice. Clenches his hands around it, lets his nails leave indents in the leather."
The desperation in the song matches the desperation that Steve feels.
III. Buzzcut Season by Lorde
Need to get this out of the way - LOVE that Mike is the one to confront Steve about his self-destruction. It makes the most sense, he is a loud-mouth, he tells it like he sees it, and of course he's going to want to kick Steve in the ass and yell "we're all hurting!"
And I'll never go home again (Place the call, feel it start) Favourite friend (And nothing's wrong, when nothing's true)
His moment with Dustin after this is when we see Steve start to pick up the pieces of himself. Steve starts to realize that even if he's broken, that Eddie took a piece of his soul with him, he has other people in his life that not only rely on him, but want to see him start to heal. Whether or not he wants to heal and move on (as we will see, he doesn't ever really move on), he needs to try. And that trying starts the sharing a hug and a cry with on of his favourite friends.
IV. Cranes in the Sky by Solange
Once again, another song that I would like to copy and paste the entirety of to this post! I think this song is Steve throughout this entire section.
I tried to keep myself busy I ran around circles Think I made myself dizzy
Another word choice that makes me go bonkers. I tried, I tried, I tried, I tried. He tried to fight those guys, he tried to gut information out of Locke, he tried so hard in the aftermath to fix it.
I tried to let go my lover Thought if I was alone then maybe I could recover To write it away or cry it away 
He tries to isolate, and that just adds to the hurt. He never allows himself a moment to really cope with any of it. He's not coping, he's trying. The trying is a constant theme that runs throughout the rest of the story, but starts here. In the After.
V. Long Long Time by Linda Ronstadt
The Last of Us intermission - I was listening to the companion podcast of the show and the director talked about how he went out searching for a song that was so full of yearning, longing, and heartbreaking devastation on purpose. And GOD, am I so glad he did, because this song is just so perfect. Similar to Maybe, there is just something about these old songs, the way they are filled with such a sadness. With such longing and yearning, it's like they were built for these stories, that are also filled with longing and yearning and loneliness. Regardless of anyone's TLOU brainrot, this song is just so so beautiful.
A thread that is woven through both the entirety of the fic and most of the songs on the playlist is the theme of loneliness. Loneliness and isolation is how Steve copes. It's what he feels like he needs to do, as he feels like he is the only one who understands the amount of devastation he feels with the loss of Eddie.
Wait for the day you'll go away Knowing that you warned me Of the price I'd have to pay And life's full of flaws Who knows the cause? Living in the memory of a love that never was
That last line is going to a haunt me forever. Because if you think about it, about Steve and Eddie, they never got a chance to explore their love to its full capacity. Their relationship was still in its infancy when Eddie was taken. So, the mournful yearning isn't only for the desire to have him by his side, but for the ache of the love that could have been. The love that was stolen before it could fully bloom.
However, this song was also chosen to represent the tidbit at the end of the chapter, the glimpse into Eddie's side of the story. They're both longing. They're both missing a piece of themselves. They're both going to hurt and miss the other for a long long time.
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