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Burning Out • III

Pairing: Noah Sebastian x Fem!Reader

I was lost, but now I'm found Under the lights and in the sounds So let us sing and sing it loud That we're not perfect, but we're proud of who we are.

Noah Sebastian is lost. His crime-filled lifestyle is anything but perfect; but everything changes once he meets you.

Words: 5.4k

General fanfic Warnings: 18+, explicit language, smut, alcohol, drugs, violence, mentions murder/suicide, panic attacks/anxiety, nightmares

Authors note: Chapter Three - One of Us is Broken Glass (EDITED 09-03-24)

new? start from chapter one here

THIS IS A FANFICTION USING REAL PEOPLE IN A FICTIONAL SITUATION! I AM NOT IMPLYING THESE PEOPLE WOULD DO THE THINGS IN THE STORY OR ACT THE WAY THEY DO IN THE STORY, IN REAL LIFE! IT IS SIMPLY FICTION, AND JUST FOR FUN! THINK OF THEM AS ACTORS LOL.

“What the fuck are you doing?” I whispered-yelled, furrowing my brows at him in distaste.

“Kiss me,” he pleaded, kneeling in front of me again with an expression filled with fear and distress.

“Excuse me?” I now yelled a bit too loudly as the door below us rattled once more.

“LAPD! Open up!”

“I need you to kiss me, please,” Noah's intense gaze locked onto mine as he begged, “Just this once Y/N.”

I hesitated for a moment but ultimately gave in to Noah's desperate request. His hands gripped the back of my head, fingers threading through my hair as he pulled me towards him. With complete desperation, Noah kissed me intensely.

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NOAH

My earbuds blasted music as I strolled along the sidewalk, glancing at the houses Y/N and I had passed by earlier. A few of them still had lights on despite the late hour, so I kept walking until I reached a cul de sac lined with townhouses. Putting on a ski mask and pulling up the hood of my sweatshirt, I adjusted my backpack straps and began scoping out each house, searching for a potential target. My eyes eventually landed on one with a dimly lit living room and the sound of a cat meowing at the door. Normally, I would avoid houses with lights on, but something about this one drew me in. Was it the cat? I've always been a sucker for felines.

As I approached the front door, I scanned for any security cameras while listening to the cat's cries from inside. When I confirmed that no one was home, and it was just the cat waiting for its owner, I knew I hit the jackpot.

Sighing to myself, I accepted that this was the house I had chosen for tonight's target. Maybe I could take a few minutes to pet the cat before the guilt sets in. Unzipping my backpack, I retrieved my metal tools and got to work on picking the lock. With my phone in hand, I timed myself to see how quickly I could do it; it was the only way to make this mundane task somewhat enjoyable.

Using a tension wrench and pick, I twisted and turned, feeling for the springs and listening for the pins to drop into place. It took some trial and error, but after twenty-eight seconds, the lock clicked open and I stepped inside.

The cat greeted me immediately with loud purring and winding itself between my legs. Kneeling down, I scratched behind its ears as I flipped through its collar with my covered fingers. The cat was large, with an orange-gray coat and white markings that swirled around its

As I stroked the orange cat, I couldn't help but smile at the name - Juice. The cat purred loudly, enjoying the attention. I stood up, knowing I had to get to work quickly. Grabbing my flashlight from my bag, I made my way into the living room. As I went to turn off the lamp to avoid drawing attention, my eyes wandered over the walls adorned with various band posters against the light green paint. My gaze stopped on the sleep token poster above the couch, bringing memories of Y/N's smiling face flooding back into my mind.

Well, I believe Somewhere in the past Something was between You and I, my dear

Shaking the lyrics out of my head, I took it for a coincidence, before looking through various drawers. Nothing, nothing, nothing.

I made my way through the first floor of the house, scanning each room for a bathroom, and searching for valuable medications that I could sell for a profit. The guest bathroom offered no luck, so I decided to head upstairs.

The stairs creaked under my weight as I ascended to the second floor, and once I reached the landing, I spotted another bathroom and eagerly opened its medicine cabinet. My heart raced with excitement as I saw various prescription bottles inside: Diazepam, Adderall, Zolpidem, and even cough syrup containing Dextromethorphan. This was my lucky day, but I couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt.

Stuffing the bottles into my bag, I moved through the hallway towards the nearest bedroom. Juice followed me, meowing loudly at my every step. I tried to shush him, but he remained persistent in his demands for attention.

Pushing open the bedroom door, I was hit with a familiar scent of perfume. It took me a moment to place where I had smelled it before.

My eyebrows furrowed as I looked around, trying to figure out where to start searching; until my eyes landed on a collection of polaroids taped above the oak wooden bed. I walked closer, and my heart sank at the sight of a woman's smiling face in each photo.

It was her house - Y/N's house.

I couldn't believe it. Out of all the houses I could have broken into, it had to be hers. Whatever sick strings fate was trying to pull, it’s turned the one good thing that’s happened to me, into a twisted game.

Feeling guilty and scared of being caught, I quickly scanned her room for any valuables before turning to leave. But just as I was about to make my escape, I heard someone opening the front door. Panic surged through me as I fought to think of an escape plan, and my hand instinctively covered my mouth, my heart pounding in my chest.

“Juice?”

It was her. Fuck.

Looking around the room frantic, I debated where I was going to hide. Closet? Bathroom? Under the bed?

“Juju baby? Where are you?”

I heard Y/N's footsteps fade towards the kitchen and took this as my cue to make a move. Every step I took across the room was accompanied by a loud creaking sound, and I cursed myself for not being more stealthy. She must have heard me; there's no way I could make it to the bathroom now.

Juice watched me with curious eyes from the corner of the room, but it was too quiet downstairs, and I knew Y/N was listening. Suddenly, Juice's head snapped towards the door at the sound of Y/N's muffled footsteps coming up the stairs. My heart raced as he ran out of the room, leaving me alone and anxious. I quickly slid behind the closet door, peering between the cracks.

The hallway light flickered on and my breath caught in my throat. Y/N screamed before her laughter echoed through the house.

"Jesus Christ, cat! You scared the shit out of me!" she exclaimed.

Oh god, what am I going to do?

Juice came back into the room and landed on the bed, staring at the closet with wide eyes. As soon as Y/N entered, I knew I had to get out of there.

"What? Are you hungry? Your bowl is full," she said, shaking her head as she pulled off her sweater. This was my chance to escape.

I carefully slid out from behind the closet door while her back was turned. But just as I was about to pass by her, she threw her sweater into the hamper and turned around. In a moment of panic, I grabbed her from behind and covered her mouth with my hand to stop any screams.

She struggled against me but I held onto her tightly.

Why didn't I just run? Why did I think this was a good idea?

With a racing heart, I turned her around to face the mirror, hoping she would see that I meant no harm.

But tears fell from her eyes as she whimpered, looking back and forth between my masked face and the gun in my waistband.

Of course, she would be afraid.

I was a masked vigilante with a gun.

"I'm not going to hurt you," I said softly, my voice trembling. I knew I had to run as soon as I let go of her. She would never know it was me, and everything would be okay because I could just delete her number and never see her again...right?

Y/N's body trembled in my arms as I held her tightly. Even though I squeezed her for comfort, I knew she was far from being soothed.

"I'm going to leave, and you're going to let me. Got it?" I stated firmly, taking a deep breath before closing my eyes and preparing myself to leave this house forever.

"Please don't make a scene," I added, releasing my grip on her body slightly. As I began to step away, Y/N turned around and kicked me with all the strength she had.

"Fuck!" I cried out, doubling over in pain and protecting myself with my hands. As I tried to recover, Y/N fled the room. I knew I had to follow her; there was no way I could escape without her knowing what happened.

"You fucking creep! You followed me!" Y/N yelled, her voice dripping with anger as she pointed a knife at me when I finally exited the room. ""You're a lowlife piece of shit! Get out of my house or I'll call the cops on your sorry ass…Noah."

I locked eyes with her, feeling a wave of shame wash over me as she spoke my name with complete disdain. How did she know it was me? My clothes were different and none of my tattoos were visible.

My body shook with pain and I hunched over, leaning on her door for support.

"Please, Y/N, don't call the cops," I begged desperately.

"Why shouldn't I call the cops?" she screamed back at me, tears streaming down her face. She reached for her phone and began to dial 9-1-1, causing my stomach to drop even further in fear. I couldn't get caught - I had too much at stake.

I pleaded once more, but Y/N pressed the button and I could hear the faint ringing of the operator on the other end. Panic set in and my hand instinctively reached for the gun tucked into my waistband. Y/N's face went pale as she noticed the weapon, her lips trembling in terror. I had never seen anyone so afraid before - not even the woman from our job weeks ago.

"Hang up," I managed to whisper through dry lips. "Y/N, hang up please."

But it was too late - Y/N had already spiralled into a panic attack, gasping for air. We sat there in silence until we heard loud knocks on the front door.

"This is LAPD!"

"Shit," I muttered under my breath, frantically thinking of a plan. Usually, if you call 9-1-1 and then don't answer their call back, they send someone to check on your location to make sure you're okay. But I didn't expect them to come this quickly.

Y/N looked between me and the door, wiping away smeared lipstick from her face. Do I hide? Do I surrender?

My gaze landed on her lips and the smeared lipstick. If only we had been making out... Wait a minute. If we were passionately kissing and she accidentally called 9-1-1, it would explain everything. I quickly removed my sweater and tank top to make it look like we had been getting intimate.

Please play along Y/N, please.

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Y/N

I pulled away from Noah, trying to catch my breath as I noticed the lipstick smudged on his lips. His request was so outrageous that I couldn't help but scoff at him.

"Come answer the door with me and pretend we were just making out," he pleaded, his doe-like eyes pleading with mine. "I'll tell you everything about myself if you do this for me."

I hesitated for a moment, before nodding quickly and allowing Noah to take my hand and lead me down the stairs. He held onto my belt loop as we approached the door, opening it to reveal a uniformed man standing there.

"Hi officer?" Noah said in a confused tone, panting heavily as if we had just been in the middle of a passionate make-out session.

"Evening," the man replied, his eyes darting between us in concern.

Noah pulled me closer and wrapped his arm around me, while I played along by giving the officer a puzzled look and placing my hand on Noah's chest with false admiration.

"We received a call from this location and wanted to check in to make sure everything is alright," the officer explained, eyeing us both suspiciously. Noah must have sensed it, because he pulled me even closer and I rested my head against his chest, listening to his rapid heartbeat. Despite everything that had happened between us, our bodies seemed to fit together perfectly, an undeniable chemistry between us.

The officer scanned my lips before turning to study Noah's face, analyzing our deception.

"Oh really? That's odd," Noah furrowed his brows and looked down at me. I chimed in, reaching into my pockets for my phone.

"I didn't call anyone," I said,"I must have butt-dialled while you were...pushing me against the wall," I whispered through gritted teeth, loud enough for the officer to hear.

Noah's lips curled into a sly smile and he even winked at the officer. "I was away on a trip for two weeks, you know how it is."

The officer coughed awkwardly and began to look away, clearly uncomfortable with the situation. "Alright well, stay safe you two. Have a good night."

"We will," Noah gave him a breathy laugh.

I apologized to the officer as I pulled Noah away from the door and closed it behind us. Noah let out a breath of relief, his tense muscles relaxing.

I took a few steps back, still wary of him.

"Okay, now get your shit and go," I demanded, glaring at him. "I never want to see you again." I wiped my lips, trying to forget the feeling of his hands on me just minutes ago, his mark staining my body.

"Please, let me explain," Noah pleaded, holding out his hands and taking a step closer to me. I could see the genuine concern in his eyes and it made my walls start to crumble. But I couldn't let myself trust him again so easily, so I took another step back.

"Fine," I conceded with a sigh. "You have five minutes. And put your shirt on, it's weird that you're standing here half-naked."

I led the way into the living room and plopped down on the couch, motioning for him to join me when he came back down the stairs.

Noah sat as far away from me as possible, closing his eyes and taking in a deep breath. We sat in silence, both feeling a sense of deja vu after our earlier encounter in the park; this time was different though.

"So," Noah began, looking at the carpet.

"So," I echoed, watching him cautiously, "you didn’t strike me as a professional criminal."

"That's what makes me good at it, I suppose." A small laugh escaped Noah's lips before he stifled it. I rolled my eyes at him.

"I know you don't believe me, but I didn't follow you," Noah said, covering his face with his hands. "The odds are astronomical, Y/N. I genuinely have no idea how I ended up at your house instead of any other one in the neighbourhood."

"Then why did you choose this house?" I asked, raising an accusative eyebrow.

Noah shrugged, "I don't know. There's no method to it. I saw your light on and heard your cat, and chose it. That's all."

"Sure," I scoffed, crossing my arms over my chest, "maybe one day you'll admit that you're actually a stalker."

"No," Noah shook his head, "are you even listening to me?"

He sat up straight and leaned over his knees, staring intensely at me. "I swear on anything- God, Satan, whoever you want- that I had no idea this was your house.

“Even over the dead bodies of my parents."

His eyes bore into mine as he spoke and I felt a lump form in my throat. The pain in his expression made my heart ache.

"You have dead parents too?" I asked quietly, the tension in the room dissipated, filling with a sense of knowing.

Noah licked his lips and furrowed his eyebrows. He snapped his gaze away from me and slumped back over his knees, staring at the floor.

"My mom died of cancer," he began, "and my dad couldn't handle it so he killed himself. I was only twelve years old, but luckily my best friends took me in. They're like brothers to me."

My mouth felt dry as I listened to him. It suddenly made sense why he didn't say sorry when I told him about my own parents' death in the park. He knew that apologies wouldn't change anything and sympathy would just feel like pity, especially in this situation.

"So why were you in my house in the first place?"

Noah avoided my gaze, clearly ashamed of his actions. "Stealing, larceny, thievery - whatever you want to call it. It's one of the easiest ways to make money on the streets besides dealing drugs."

"So you're a burglar," I said, nodding and forcing a smile. "You really know how to pick 'em, Y/N," I mumbled under my breath, finding some humour in the situation.

"I wouldn't be doing this if we didn't have to," Noah replied, sinking back into the couch with his tattooed neck on display. "We owe a lot of money to a dangerous man, and this is our only way to keep up with his demands."

"Who?" I asked, my curiosity piqued despite my attempt not to stare at the intricate snake design on his neck.

Noah closed his eyes. "I can't tell you for your safety."

I let out a dry laugh. "My safety was gone as soon as I offered you to sit on my couch."

"Touché," Noah chuckled. "But that's one thing I won't disclose."

"How long have you been...doing this?" I watched him closely as he turned his head.

"Long enough," he answered cryptically.

"How long, Noah? If that's even your real name."

He raised an eyebrow. "It is. Noah Sebastian, if you want to be specific. My friend Jolly always referred to it as "the grand fuck up," and it all started when I was fourteen. Since then, we've been paying off our debt every month.”

"And what exactly is 'the grand fuck up'?" I asked, noticing the letters on Noah's knuckles for the first time as he ran his thumb over them.

"It was my first job, and Jolly said I needed to do it to become a man and join the pact," Noah explained, his eyes fixated on the letters. "I stole an expensive car without knowing it had something valuable in it. The car belonged to a notorious criminal who caught us, giving us two choices: death or working for him. We chose to work off our debt and be free once it's paid off."

"Who is included in 'we'?" I inquired.

"My three friends and me," Noah replied with guilt evident in his voice. "I screwed us all over, and it's been seven years of nothing changing."

Noah closed his eyes, trying to hold back tears and the guilt that consumed him. My heart softened, wanting to comfort him and take away his pain.

"What does your tattoo say?" I asked, shifting the topic.

Noah looked at his fingers again, blinking rapidly. "Bad omens."

"Bad omens?" I repeated.

He moved closer to me and held out his hands for me to see. Without thinking, I took his hands in mine and studied the words etched onto his skin.

"An omen is a sign of things to come," Noah explained, watching my fingers trace over the letters. "But everything that comes our way seems to be bad."

"That's no way to live," I shook my head, turning sideways on the couch to face him.

"I've always lived that way," Noah shrugged, giving a small smile.

My heart ached at his words, reminding me of my former self stuck in a cycle of hopelessness and despair. A year ago, I would have said the same thing if someone had talked to me about possibilities and starting fresh. But I had worked hard to leave that behind and create a new life for myself. It was possible, but Noah was still trapped in his never-ending cycle, unable to see any glimmer of hope or change.

“I don’t even feel real anymore unless I’m in pain,” He confided, the agony evident in his voice catching me off guard. “It's not like I enjoy this cycle of suffering, but it's become my norm. I don't know how to function without it.”

Noah scoffed and looked away, trying to distract from his words. “Sometimes I wish I could just give up. Maybe then I'll see my dad again.”

My chest clenched at his words and I sat up on the couch, pulling my knees to my chest. “What keeps you going?” I prodded, intrigued by this mysterious man.

“My brothers. I have to fix things for them and make up for what I've done.”

“And after that? What then?” I pressed, completely invested in his enigmatic words.

Noah fell silent, his gaze fixed on the ground, lost in his thoughts. I wanted to know what was going through his mind, but we sat in silence once again, the only sound coming from the soft ticking of the living room clock. Juice had emerged from hiding and cautiously made his way into the living room. He let out a small meow and jumped onto the couch next to Noah. After sniffing him, he rubbed his head against Noah's sleeve.

“I don't know,” he finally whispered in a despondent tone, raising his hand to gently pet Juice's fur. The hair on my arms stood up as I watched Juice melt into Noah's touch - immediately accepting him and showing him love.

“You look like you could use a hug,” I surprised myself with the offer, standing up and opening my arms to invite Noah into my personal space.

He looked at me with surprise, asking "Huh?"

"Come here," I motioned for him to stand up, and after a moment of hesitation, he did.

Noah’s lanky figure approached me, and I wrapped my arms around him, pulling his body towards mine in a protective embrace. I stood on my tiptoes to place my head in the crook of his neck, squeezing his body against my chest. Noah’s breath hitched in his throat as he held himself stiffly before easing his body into our entwined limbs. His arms held me close, his head resting against my own. As his chest shook through his complacency, I breathed deeply, sighing into our hug. Noah joined me in a deep exhale, listening to our breaths as we held onto each other, exchanging memories through our hold.

I’m sorry you lost your parents. I’m sorry you’re stuck. I’m listening.

“You don’t have to carry it all yourself. Humans aren’t made to be solitary creatures.” Boldly, I held my hand against Noah’s head, capturing him and all of his wounds. As I ran my fingers through his hair, Noah’s shoulders began to shake.

Can one of us be saved?

I can't forgive you, but I can't look away I have to tell myself it's better, better this way It's killing me

Soft sobs left his lips, his body vibrating through his tears.

Don't wait for the light Just fall asleep, embrace the night

The man crumbling before me was not a terrible person. He was merely a lost soul, fastened to routine and never-ending affliction.

Perhaps, I can be another step to helping him find himself. He reminded me so much of my past; I couldn’t leave him.

Even if I got hurt in the process.

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NOAH

Y/N's arms were a haven, comforting me with her gentle embrace. Her fingers ran through my hair, unearthing deep-seated memories as she held onto me.

It was hard to believe that just an hour ago, everything had been a chaotic mess. Yet here I was, crying in this woman's arms. I didn't deserve such kindness, especially after invading her privacy and trust like I did.

I hadn't opened up to anyone in a long time. My only family were Ruffilo, Folio, and Jolly; they were the only ones who saw my pain. But Y/N's touch had broken down all of my walls, causing me to completely shatter. It was baffling how someone I had only met less than 24 hours ago could have such power over me. Yet here I was, vulnerable and exposed in her embrace.

How could she be so kind and selfless? She listened and understood. Her parents were gone too. She knew the feelings of abandonment.

Keep telling myself that I was the victim You were the one that pulled away I've got a cold heart, this is the sad part I don't think I can change

But the difference was that I was corrupt. I was not the good guy; my presence was tainting her.

Can one of us be saved? I feel like I'm better, better in a grave Better in a grave Better in a grave

“What’s the next step from acquaintances?” she tried to lighten the mood, giving me a small laugh.

I pulled away, my body already infected with the remembrance of her touch against my limbs. I wiped my eyes, face reddening at the embarrassment. I can’t believe I just cried on some girl’s shoulder. She was no longer just some girl.

“I mean, I don’t know if we should even be considered friends. I broke into your house.” I scoffed, wiping my nose with my hoodie sleeve as I sniffed.

“What about acquaintance-squared?” Y/N said, “I think now that I know you’re not just Noah, we’ve upgraded.”

I laughed, “Level two friendly strangers?”

Y/N joined me, the sound that left her body angelic. Part of me wanted to listen to her melody forever.

I knew then that I was fucked. Her hooks snagged me this morning, but now they were embedded, scars bound to be permanent. There was no way I could just leave her as a forgotten memory as I had thought earlier.

She knew too much.

“Sit down. I’m going to make you something to eat.” Y/N said, smiling kindly. My phone began buzzing in my pocket; I knew it had to be one of the boys.

I immediately shook my head in protest, “No Y/N, I should go.”

“I don’t mind.”

“I don’t deserve your hospitality.” I pulled my phone out and checked the caller ID. It was Ruffilo. 32 missed texts.

Jolly: You alright?

Jolly: Almost done?

Jolly: It’s been almost two hours since I’ve heard anything.

Jolly: You should’ve been done within the first hour.

Jolly: Your location says you’re still there; where are you?

Jolly: Noah answer your fucking phone.

My anxiety must have been visible on my face when I saw the messages because Y/N noticed and asked, "Where do you live? Can I at least give you a ride home?"

I shook my head, "It's fine, I can walk."

But when Y/N checked the time and saw that it was three in the morning, she insisted, "Noah, it's not safe for you to walk alone at this hour."

I almost scoffed at her concern, but instead placed a hand on her shoulder and reassured her, "Y/N, I'll be okay."

She made a frustrated face and pouted her lips, which for some reason sent my heart racing.

"Noah," she marched towards the front door and grabbed her keys while slipping on cow-shaped slippers. I couldn't help but laugh at the sight.

"Let's go pretty boy."

"I'll walk," I said firmly, putting my phone back in my pocket.

Y/N furrowed her brows again and glared at me, causing butterflies to stir in my stomach. What is happening to me?

"You look cute when you're angry."

Y/N opened the door and pointed outside. "You think I'm cute when I'm angry? Then I'll be fucking gorgeous if you're not in my car in two seconds," she seethed.

I raised my hands in surrender and chuckled, "Okay, okay, I'm coming."

We squeezed into her small silver Chevy Spark and I joked about its size. "Could you have gotten a smaller car?"

She turned up the heat before fiddling with the music, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Well, I must say I didn't expect to have an over 6-foot-tall thief in my passenger seat."

I rolled my eyes, knowing she had a valid point. The guilt gnawed at me once again. Y/N pressed play and the song blared through the small speakers. She turned to me and asked for the address.

"If you know where the Marlborough Motel is, that's where we're headed."

Y/N's eyebrows furrowed in confusion as she looked at me. "Wait, you actually live near there?" Her expression crumpled in sympathy when I nodded. But I refused to accept her pity. We lived in that rundown motel, but it was still better than nothing.

She drove out of the driveway and towards our destination while one of us listened to the song blasting through the car speakers, its lyrics piercing my ears.

You played the cards, you know I wanted to see Behind the curtain, always pulling the strings in my head

But now I think it's time to cut the ends I won't make the same mistake again

Once she dropped me off, I would leave her behind forever. I had to, for my sanity, and hers.

“I mean, housekeeping must be a blessing?” Y/N said gently, giving me a quaint smile.

“Yes, I enjoy the smell of cheap laundry detergent and a stranger filtering through my stuff.”

A heavy sigh escaped my lips as I gazed out the car window, taking in the rows of illuminated houses and streetlights as they passed by. Exhaustion weighed down my body, but I couldn't bring myself to close my eyes. Jolly was going to have a fit when I got home - especially now that I had dragged someone else into this mess and failed a job. Just another checkmark on the list of my screw-ups. And to top it off, I had nothing to show for all the trouble I went through.

But then my mind snapped back to reality as I remembered my backpack - the one with the gun inside. The one I had carelessly left behind at Y/N's house. Panic set in as I realized she would find it, along with all her prescription medications neatly stored inside. My heart raced at the thought of her finding those bottles.

My throat felt tight at the realization, but I swallowed the nerves, reminding myself that I’d never see her again after today. I’ll forget about her, and this. I won’t need to see her disappointment.

You got what you deserved And that was me You saw me at my worst You saw the worst in me

We arrived at the motel and I sighed, realizing the light was still on. No doubt the boys were still up waiting for me. Y/N and I sat quietly for a moment before she turned to look at me.

“Well, level two friendly stranger.” Y/N coughed, breaking the awkward silence in the cramped vehicle. I looked at her and forced a smile. She smiled back, but my heart ached with the realization that this would be our goodbye. I studied every inch of her face, trying to imprint her features into my memory. I knew I couldn't face her again after this.

"Thanks for this wild adventure," she chuckled. "It was definitely a confusing situation, but I'm glad you were my first criminal experience."

Unsure of how to respond, I attempted to make a joke. "And thank you for being my favourite victim."

My own words stung as they reminded me of my past felonies, but I supposed she truly was my favourite victim. If it wasn't too messed up to say something like that.

"Will I see you for your usual coffee?" She asked, hope seeping through her eyes. How could she want to see me again?

"Yeah," I replied with a forced laugh, lying through each breath. "See you then."

I stepped out of the car and turned to wave before opening the door to the motel room. My heart ached as Y/N drove away.

Goodbye.

Tell me that I'm wrong Tell me that I'm wrong

Chapter four

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demonbanger · 3 months

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kento nanami with goth! gf

MDI | 18+ themes sprinkled in here 🦇 | afab mention

kento, who finds your aesthetic immensely appealing. the black is so soothing to look at after a day of being in front of a damn computer screen. You’re a breath of fresh air.

speaking of that, kento, who loves your obscure, witchy perfumes that encapsulate feelings. like your liminal space perfume, your old library perfume, the one that smells like burning leaves.

kento, who kisses your ankles and up your legs through your fishnets, or the more open parts of your skull tights. if they don’t have a pretty design he loves to rip your tights….not in the fashionable ripped tights way, more…in a special area….

kento, who will absolutely cook you breakfast looking up certain recipes to add squid ink, or shape your morning muffins as little skulls. he thinks your interest in the macabre is cute.

kento, who studiously listens while you talk about your recent vulture culture finds, examines your preservations, and honors the beauty of the specimens (you’re his favorite specimen that he wants to preserve…forever 🖤).

kento, an elder emo (I mean, have you SEEN his first year photos????) who loves when you play your nu wave, really any music you enjoy. If you have the aux, he does not judge and in fact enjoys the gloomy type of song. (emo , goth , alt are of course not a monolith but elder emo is the most common phrase, plus that’s def what his hair was giving)

kento, whose cheekbones are PERFECT for when you want to do a “gf does her bf’s makeup challenge” goth edition. oh how his bone structure is STUNNING in trad goth makeup.

kento absolutely has some gorgeous corporate goth outfits. complete with … harnesses. sometimes you swear he wears his work uniform in an all noir edition when you’re ovulating (he absolutely does track your cycle)

kento, whose dirty whispers in your ears in the batty nightclub can absolutely match a type o song in how sultry they are

kento, who has a reverence for the dead, and will stroll through the cemetery with you to visit his late friend and drop roses.

kento, who shops for little fans, umbrellas, gloves, spooky bags, creepy shades, and more….you’re constantly seeing something on the kitchen table and have to coax him into toning it down a little before you lose closet space.

kento, the perfect man to watch a scary movie with, as he’s stoic and protects you and is so, so brave. he finds their plot enjoyable as you anticipate a jump-scare. you both hate jumpscares. They’re cheap tactics after all.

kento, who goes on Victorian/ romantic / vampire goth tea parties with you. He absolutely has patterned ties, one of your favorites being a spider web tie. One day he pulled out a 3 piece suit of rich dark red and black that suited his features, his brown eyes so beautifully. let’s just say you were under a spell….

kento, who visits you at the nail salon, pays for your beautiful manicures, asks you of the theme this time, and kisses each nail when you leave.

kento, who calls you his adorable black cat. You are in fact the orange cat of the relationship, and he gives off more black cat energy.

kento, who is down to role play during spicy time. he makes for an amazing vampire….biting and nibbling spots on you he’s memorized

kento, who always laces up your corset, your shoelaces, buckles your body harnesses, clips your chains, pulls your tights up, helps you tease your hair, holds up a napkin whilst you apply your white powder (cornstarch) so you don’t get that white on your black outfit. the man just really wants to help you. he will be so patient no matter how long it takes you to get ready. he adores how much care you put into everything.

kento, who finds your gremlin mode Adam Sandler oversized beetlejuice t shirt pj outfit intoxicating.

kento, who usually leaves for work before your night owl self awakens, leaving little notes. Poems about you. It’s giving Poe.

kento, who is the best sport on Halloween. He will help you gather supplies for your costume, ask observant questions about your production of it, and will happily match you and attend costume parties.

kento, who massages your feet in the tub after a long night walking in your platform boots.

kento, who knows the best staying products for his styles….strong or medium hold…and will bring it with you in case you need a retouch for any crazy styles you do.

kento, who calls you his little countess.

kento, who is QUITE LITERALLY that one meme with the guy fixing his girl’s lipstick while absolutely covered in lipstick marks. He doesn’t mind if the dark stain gets on his dress shirt, he has too many anyways.

kento, who swears his glasses fog up when you wear that black bodycon dress….

kento, who carries you when you’re overstimulated from your outfit.

kento, who doesn’t mind being poked by your spiky jewelry. He’s still going in to kiss you.

kento , who will kill for you, will perish for you, and thankfully has done neither.

kento, who holds your hand when/if you get a piercing or tat. you’re a big girl who he swears would handle it better than he does (wait…tatted kento??? Hmmmmmm)

kento, ever the romantic, who surprises you after an evening out…candles lit and dark rose petals strewn about. he is definitely helping you out of that dress

kento, who goes back to the bar to get you another drink as you’re at a concert. he’ll go through the discomfort of finding you again, he can easily spot his beloved anyways.

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A/N: I had to stop myself or this would be a mile long 🖤

#demon clangin’ 🗣#jujutsu kaisen fanfic #kento nanami #nanami x fem!reader #speaking in tongues #goth girl #jjk fic #jjk fluff #geto #gojo

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last updated: August 4th

Tabby note: All my fics are currently in a small hiatus cause I'm moving! I will be back soon enough, meanwhile, why don't you read one of my recs?

Howdy! 🤠

I'm an orange tabby cat that writes fanfic about Pedro Pascal's characters. Welcome to my masterlist, cowboy (gn). If you'd like to request a drabble, feel free to drop a purr on my asks. To check my WIP list, click here. I'm also doing some album reviews connecting my favorite albums with a Pedro character, check it here for a soundtrack. To guide you better, here's a small resume of what you will find bellow:

SERIES

Wings Of The Dawn

tags: 💣🧡🦋 AO3 | Fic masterlist | Spotify playlist | Work In Progress | 6/?

Summary: You are Jackson’s librarian, a doll with good heart, that has your life changed when a handsome man and his kid decides to start again in your small town. Having a hard time ignoring Joel’s dark brown eyes, you found yourself wishing to have him closer as you both navigate through love triangles, teenage drama, city gossip and ghosts from both your pasts.

This is a comfort fic filled with slow burn and small town dynamics.

SERIES

By The Window

tags: 🧡💀🌵 AO3 | Fic masterlist | Work In Progress | 1/4 Alternate Universe - Haunted House, ghost!Joel Miller

Summary: Wisteria grew over the wall, year after year, covering the sidewalk in a light purple petal tapestry. The windows that hadn’t been open for at least a decade no longer contained finger marks over the white paint, just a dust layer. Between the bricks, the bindweed made a delicate pattern covering most of the façade in green. The house sat quietly at the bottom of the valley, undisturbed and unnoticed. Sometimes walkers passed by it, but it didn’t matter, they never saw the building or what lives inside. The thing that lives inside the house waited patiently for her, until she came and changed everything.

Wednesday

tags: 🧡🌵🌻🦋 AO3 | Fic masterlist | Work In Progress | 2/? Alternate Universe - grief support group

Summary: For the last 5 years, every Wednesday you watched a handsome man walk by your street with a lilac bouquet in hands. Except he doesn’t stroll on your street this Wednesday, he shows up at your grief support group.

The Renegade

tags: 💣🧡🦋 AO3 | Fic masterlist | Work In Progress | 1/4

Summary: This is why I’m writing to you, Tess. Do you see how much trouble am I? How unstable and not anywhere good for him? I can’t fall in love with him and he can’t get closer, I’m a weak bitch: I’m gonna fall for him if you don’t help me. I walked too many meters of bad decisions before, I can’t cross another ocean. You are my only hope, The renegade - Your parents ask you to try seeing a therapist, Tess, and you agree under one condition: she can't let you fall in love with Joel Miller. A fic in the format of letters, from you to Tess.

ONE SHOTS

The Season Of The Witch

tags: 💣 AO3 | Read it on Tumblr

Summary: October 1986 - The Miller brothers start the Halloween season by going to a carnival to try some luck with a fortune teller. Unfortunately for them, she is real and spills out about what the future holds for them. Wanting more answers, Joel flirts with the occult and gets way more than just a palm reading. Almost pure smut for your enjoyment.

ONE SHOTS

A Lesson In Nature

tags: 🧡 AO3 | Read it on Tumblr

Summary: A hike with your handsome co-star made you believe two things: 1. Your agent would be fired as soon as you got signal, 2. Dieter was a full pain in the ass. Forget about having the starlet breakout of your dreams, you were about to murder whoever cast you both together. But first, you need to survive this.

ONE SHOTS

Dusk

tags: 💣🌵 AO3 | Read it on Tumblr

Summary: Javier sees you again years after the end of your love affair. Torn between the memories of what happened then and what is now, you both face the weight of your actions from Bogotá to Madrid.

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CREEPYPASTA HCS

BEN

green day fan. huge green day fan, listens to bobby sox religiously.

absolutely an ADHD cretin

frequently goes into the TV just to fuck up whatever game Jeff is trying to play

can faze through walls and doors. he absolutely uses this to fuck with the mansion

*slur*

JEFF

for Jeff, I have 2 VERY different interpretations of him, so I'll split his section into 2!

JEFF PT. 1

baseball enjoyer

sir mix-a-lot. I'm not saying any more on that

actual fucking chaos

rage gamer

"KILL YOUURSSEEELLLLFFFFF"

actually surprisingly into old games like doom

cocky to high hell

musical fan but you'd NEVER catch him admitting it

burns water

JEFF PT. 2

internet nerd

the most closeted man you'll ever meet

probably a weezer fan

will argue to death over incorrect interpretations of media he likes

"KILL YOUURSSEEELLLLFFFFF" also!

hasn't seen the light of day in far too long

minecraft veteran

TOBY

eats insanely fucking fast to prevent the food from slipping

game modder

SO particular about his food. won't even look at it if it's not right (me coded)

draws incessantly on himself

freaks his fucking SHIT over orange juice

he's the one that comes home with a bucket full of rocks after going to the beach

probably eats them?????

collects things and gives them to you like a cat dropping off a dead mouse

pancake enjoyer

spams the ever loving shit out of everyone with reels

dare i say pyromaniac

JACK

coffee coffee coffee coffee coffee coffee coffee

is REALLY fucking particular about the materials of his hoodie

clean freak

cooks like a gourmet chef surprisingly

but would you eat it?

he never actually killed the cult and is still being gangstalked by them

has had it up to here

spiritually an old man trapped in a 19 year old eldritch horror's body

pet seedeater!! I love this one

beetlejuice type shit?

NINA

SO SCENE

pansexual

manic probably

dyes her hair daily. the shower and pillow is HOT PINK

cooking nightmare

writes threatening letters in hot pink glitter pen

GIRLBOSSER

adds her own patches to her clothes

electric guitar ?!?!

has a million of those little fucking gremlin plushies. literally an army

frequently holds jack hostage to have a "girls night" and paints his nails

(against his will)

to be added to! feel free to add suggestions. will be updating this over time.

#creepypasta #creepypasta family #creepypasta fandom #jeff creepypasta #slenderverse fandom #slender proxy #slenderverse #slenderman #creepypasta proxy #proxies #proxy #creepypasta headcanon #headcanon #slenderverse headcanons #incorrect creepypasta quotes

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p5x-theories · 4 months

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List of Side Questlines

(last updated 8/26/24!)

This post will be a quick list + summary of the side quests in the game, organized by the character they revolve around. Note that the simple sidequests which start a Confidant, as well as dedicated side stories for characters, aren't included here, and are instead mentioned in the characters' own info posts.

Side quests are distinct from other activities in that, while they take place in the real world, they don't cost an hourglass (i.e., they don't pass time), while still giving rewards for completion of each part. Some may have additional optional activities available to Wonder periodically that do pass time, but are separate from the actual quest line.

Currently Available Quest Lines

The sports girl (name unconfirmed; may be Namie Komatsu) has a side quest revolving around her interest in running. She gets lost easily, so after Wonder helps her out when she gets lost by Kokatsu, she invites him to run with her more often. The side quest also touches on her conflict between her enjoyment of running for fun, versus the added expectations of it now that she's joined her university's team.

The clumsy office worker (name unconfirmed; may be Yuta Satou) has a side quest revolving around his struggles at work and with losing things. Wonder initially meets him when he's lost an important USB in Zoshigaya, and Wonder finds it for him. His side quest also often involves another character, who gives him and Wonder advice for dealing with situations in the workplace, and social cues expected there. The player will occasionally have helping him find something pop up as an optional activity that costs an hourglass.

The orange cat (name unconfirmed; may be Chata) has a side quest revolving around finding his "hidden treasures", which use the same icon as seed packets. Wonder first meets the cat in Zoshigaya, and sees he's generally treated well by the others in their neighborhood. An old man claims to understand what the cat is "saying", and tells Wonder about the story of how the cat used to rule the various neighborhoods in Tokyo. Wonder gets a part of the story each time he finds the cat's "treasures" in a given neighborhood. The player will occasionally have a smaller treasure hunt pop up as an optional activity that costs an hourglass.

The yakitori vendor (name unconfirmed; may be Sumizou) has a side quest revolving around his yakitori stand in Zoshigaya. After a customer suggests it, he tries opening delivery orders, and has Wonder go around Tokyo to deliver them, often learning about the delivery recipients along the way. He's always very happy that people are able to enjoy his yakitori without needing to come directly to his stand.

Anderson's side quest revolves around his gym workouts, but also his unluckiness in love. Wonder helps him out with figuring out what to say on dates, though he also at least in one instance discovers the girl Anderson's meeting is just leading him on. Anderson is very solely focused on muscles, health, and generally aspects that relate to his workout routine, which is part of why he struggles.

The elderly calligraphy teacher (tagged as "calligraphy lady"; name unconfirmed, but may be Fumiyo Tosabayashi) has a side quest that revolves around mysterious anonymous letters with brief poems on them that she's been receiving. She suspects they're from a member of her old club in high school, but has to narrow down who specifically. She also teaches Wonder about aspects of traditional Japanese culture to help explain the poems. Notably, the owner of the secondhand shop in Yongen-Jaya is one of the old club members.

The photographer (name unconfirmed; may be Rikuto Shimizu) has a side quest revolving around his series of photos focused on the idea of "change". Wonder catches his eye because he noticed Wonder has changed recently, and he takes some pictures of Wonder as well as asking for his opinion on some of his photos. A problem does arise when he unknowingly takes a picture of an idol violating her contract, then accidentally uploads it to his portfolio while going through his pictures, leading to his account getting taken down to avoid a scandal. The player will occasionally have taking photos with him pop up as an optional activity that costs an hourglass.

The music club girl (tagged as "music girl"; name unconfirmed, but may be Ritsuka Takanashi) is a member of Kokatsu's music club, and her side quest revolves around helping keep the group together as they work towards becoming a band that can compete in a competition. Wonder is first recruited because they need one more member, and can't find anyone to join, until she runs into him in the hallway. She's usually relatively calm and level-headed, but occasionally has outbursts of excitement where she can't control her volume. The player will often have the rhythm minigame where Wonder practices with the club pop up as an optional activity that costs an hourglass.

The soccer club boy (tagged as "soccer boy"; name unconfirmed, but may be Yota Kurosawa) is a member of Kokatsu's soccer team, and his side quest revolves around practicing soccer. Wonder is first recruited because he's struggling to find enough people to keep their soccer team going, due to other students repeatedly dropping out for losing motivation. During his quest line, it's a recurring problem that the rest of the team has no interest or enthusiasm suddenly, so he tries to find ways to keep them going. The player will often have the soccer minigame where Wonder practices against their goalie pop up as an optional activity that costs an hourglass.

The coffee lady (name unconfirmed; may be Ena Kageyama) is a coffee barista, who decides to finally take the step to open her own coffee shop after wanting to do so for a while. Wonder helps her out with a troublesome customer at her old job, then helps her scout locations for her shop. She appreciates his point of view from the perspective of a customer.

John Harris is a man from another (presumably English-speaking) country, who still struggles with some aspects of the Japanese language, as well as adjusting to the time difference. He tends to walk around at night when he can't sleep. Wonder knows English well enough to help him out, and assist in communication.

The tour guide (name unknown) is a woman working in Kichijoji giving tours of the area, though she has a tendency to spin her own stories about locations in an attempt to make the tour more fun, and the locations more memorable, even if the stories aren't exactly true. She appreciates that Wonder understands what she's going for, and asks him to help keep her from taking her stories too far.

Kazuhiko Tsuda is a younger boy who seems to think of himself as something of a detective, and likes to help people out with his reasoning. He thinks that Wonder's viewpoint is useful, and also that he can learn something from him, so he asks Wonder to assist him.

Side Quests From Beta Tests

These quest lines were present in one or more beta tests, but are not currently available in any form in the official release.

The girl on the left (tagged as "animals girl"; name unconfirmed but may be Hiyori Koide) is attempting to gather donations for some kind of animal rights or something otherwise animal-related, and travels around Tokyo with Wonder doing so. The man in the middle (tagged as "blonde guy") talked to Wonder about something in Shinjuku. The Shibuya mascot on the right welcomes people to Shibuya and has a lot of information about the area, though it seemed he was in some kind of trouble.

#character info #open beta #sports girl #office worker #orange cat #yakitori vendor #anderson #calligraphy lady #photographer #music girl #soccer boy #coffee lady #kazuhiko tsuda #animals girl #blonde guy #shibuya mascot #tour guide #john harris

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themotherofhorses · 10 months

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oc introduction: SilentDove Reyes

"It was my father who gifted me my name, y'know. He claims that, when I was born, I was silent. Him, my mother, my kokom, and the midwife thought I was a stillborn. They feared the worse. Guess I'm just naturally dramatic."

paloma (masterlist)

name: silentdove marie reyes.

age: 22 [july 13th, 2001].

pronouns: she/her.

gender: cisgender [female].

birthplace: near box elder, montana.

race: native american & hispanic.

nationality: american.

tribal affiliation: the chippewa-cree tribe of the rocky boy indian reservation.

occupation:

cryptological language analyst.

(milf-in-training) wife of simon riley.

languages: nēhiyawēwin, spanish, portuguese, russian, and french.

face claim: tanaya beatty

playlist.

electric pow wow drum — the halluci nation.

edge of seventeen — stevie nicks.

one woman army — porcelain black.

you driving me crazy (indian girl) — joey stylez, northern cree.

boss bitch — doja cat.

mother's daughter — miley cyrus.

celestial bodies — semiah.

mayores — becky g, bad bunny.

additional facts below the cut.

— dove is hispanic and lipan apache through her father. on her paternal grandfather's side, she traces her heritage to guerrero viejo, tamaulipas, mexico.

— through her mother, she has connections to the sweetgrass cree first nation located within treaty 6 territory.

— blessed with a learning tongue, she is a polyglot. her first languages consisted of a blend between nēhiyawēwin (the plains cree language), spanish, and english. during high school, she took on russian and french as a challenge, and later portuguese.

— on her right bicep is a traditional ojibwe floral design depicting bright orange tulips.

— she'll never kill a spider. in her mind, she recites the following: "if i am killed for simply living, let death be kinder than man."

— greatly enjoys the following:

contemporary jingle & old style fancy

ribbon skirts

ear piercings

beading

long distance runs

corridos

vines

scented creams & lip-glosses from bath and bodyworks.

notes: hopefully y'all find enjoyment in my dove :D with this now out of the way, i'll begin the main writing portion of the series <3

#silentdove r.#paloma series #call of duty #call of duty modern warfare #cod mw #cod mw2 #cod mw3 #call of duty oc #cod oc #simon riley #simon ghost riley #cod ghost #simon ghost riley x ofc #simon riley x oc #ghost x oc #orginal character #vic writes 🧸

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mono-dot-jpeg · 5 months

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[7:09am]

a/n; this fic is probably scuffed asf bc im so tired. based off of the hwei bio on the official league website. i found out that his eyes canonically change colors based on his mood and i havent been the same. + silly hc that hwei sees in the colors his eyes show. HWEI ENJOYERS WAKE UP !!

[gn! reader] [ooc hwei? maybe] [written with the full intent to kiss this wet cat man] [written halfassed bc i lost inspo towards the end.]

hwei was a very pretty man. he had that cute sad cat energy. also who couldn't resist an artist? you couldn't help but adore him. he was just so lovely in your eyes.

in his eyes, you were pink. a soft gentle pink. because he saw you in a gentle light. you made his heart race. his vision was tinted this soft color compared to how he normally sees. usually his eyes were harsh with his mood, a bleeding red when he was frustrated, a deep sea blue when he was scared or heartbroken, a dark void purple when he felt like he's lost his way. everything was always heavy on his eyes and yet you were the most gentle color he's seen in a while.

sometimes you weren't a soft pink but instead a pastel of your favorite color.

the most intense color he's seen you be through his eyes was an overwhelming yellow orange because you were just so bright. that was when he first realized he loved you so much. you brought another color in his life. you brought many colors.

he swore that one time he saw you in all the colors. he's kept that moment in his mind, even immortalizing it in an art piece because he was that fixated on that moment. in his eyes, you were an art piece that he deserved to create and cherish on his own.

his eyes turn these soft and dreamy colors every time he looks at you. he absolutely melts with adoration when he sees a different color in you. his mind just seemed to associate you with every color, good and bad.

you were always the brightest color he saw.

#league of legends x reader #lol x reader #lukai hwei #hwei x reader #hwei league of legends #lukai hwei x reader #lol hwei x reader

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twilighthomunculus · 5 months

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Saw all these inid head canon posts soI’m sharing one of my own:

Initial D Characters and their pets

Fujiwara family- they’ve always been too poor to keep anything officially, but Bunta and Takumi both feed the ally way cats

Speed Stars- I haven’t figured out anything too specific but I share @steakrogers ‘s HC that Kenji owns a ferret that acts as the Speed Stars mascot.

Mogi- her family owns a gorgeous orange long haired cat named something very stereotypical for a cat

Takahashi family- Ryosuke had a gold fish before Keisuke was born but since then his family never allowed pets. Even still Keisuke would try to bring home and keep any animal he found. In the Sims I gave Keisuke a jack Russel.

Kenta- he has a pet hamster at his parents. On free weekends he’ll dress it up for photos.

Fumihiro- he grew up on a farm so has plenty of experience with ungulates and fowl. Really wishes that capybara can be kept as a house pet, settles on a couple of guinea pigs. When he “grows up” he wants a big dog.

Nakazato- he’s never had a pet but he’s always dreamed of having a Bunny

Shingo- He has owned rats since high school, replacing them whenever they die so the other doesn’t get lonely. Despite his unkept appearance and attitude the rats are well taken care of with more space in his apartment than he has

Impact Blue- Mako has a well kept salt water fish tank which Sayuki helps to try to feed every so often. Sayuki is a designer dog enjoyer and might get one if they get a bigger place. Mako’s mom owns a crusty maltese and Sayuki’s grandparents own a gloster canary.

Wataru- He reads as some sort of tank creature owner, unsure if it’s a mammal like a hamster or a reptile like a gecko, whichever his parents always goaded him into sharing the pets chores with his sister and sometimes cousin.

Kyoichi- he owns no pets personally but on occasion he has to pet sit his grandmothers chihuahua, everyone on Iroha can’t help but think they’re very alike

Seiji- owns a cat he picked up on the side of the road. Like Keisuke, he tries to be friends with every animal but his apartment only allows one pet. Constant user of the phrase ‘if not friend why friend shaped’

Kai- he has always been a bug kid, keeping beetles he find in the wild. As an adult he owns a tarantula named Dumpling. Most of his friends are too afraid of the tarantula to come into his room when they hang out.

Todo School- own a shop cat or two

Rin- in an alternate universe where his fiancé doesn’t get fridged and their relationship is healthy, I like to think they own a black mastiff.

#initial d #head cannon #twi writes #feel free to add on

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puckpocketed · 2 months

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you prob have but have you seen fowler’s helmet design it is such a delight

hello hi helloo!!! I am not a goalie guy or mask guy usually but you got me on a little rabbit hole :> i love a quick a lengthy afternoon research project!!!

Jacob Fowler has a few notable masks so i suppose we should talk about all of them? I'm not sure which helmet you are referencing so! here goes!!

First, to get it out of the way, Fowler wore a white mask through his minor/junior hockey career. I do enjoy the blank design for narrative reasons (underestimated and ignored btw. passed over in juniors drafts btw. if u even CARE!!!!) but i think this is prob not the one you are asking about. I am currently NOT in the mood for a deeep web search to find nice close-up photos of him in the gear but Bauer's official shop has Fowler's gear set listed here. And here is their shop image of the mask + a photo from Fowler's EP page:

link 1, archive link // link 2, archive link

I was gonna say, I do think its funny that they've put up an image with the wrong bar style. Bauer's photo uses the "grid" style bars (left) and Fowler's cage in the image features "cats-eye" bars (right), but upon further inspection Fowler DID use the grid style mask at some point.

link, archive link

He swapped from the grid to the cats-eye and has not gone back, and I'm gonna assume the discrepancy on Bauer's site has to do with what masks are certified by the Canadian Standards Association (CSA Group) and The Hockey Equipment Certification Council (HECC)...? Short article on mask certifications can be found here // archive link. tl;dr cats-eye bars aren't certified! Here's a fun youtube video I came across a while back about the history of goalie masks! (It's fully cited and sourced... beautiful..... really great material, highly recommend the watch if you have 30 mins free !)

and alrighty I think maybe the mask you were talking about was this one:

post by vicedesign on instagram. link 1, archive link // link 2, archive link

for those following along at home, this is Fowler's Boston College Eagles mask! Here is the instagram video where he explains it. notable facts under the cut because this post is getting long as HELL.

his first mask as a kid was an iron man design mask, and when it came time to choose a design he went back to that!

the host notes that the design is very on-theme for Eagles hockey colours, and that it's a "full-circle" moment <3 I just think that's neat !

the license plate on the back is a reference to where he's from; it's important to him that he reps florida because there's "not too much hockey down there"

The numbers on the license plate are for his mother's birthday

"take me home, country roads" quote is because he spent his summers in West Virginia!

The license plate is SOOO good. I love the colours, the little cartoon oranges. and speaking as a once-iron man enjoyer... LOVE!!! i think also the symmetry of having your mask art be a literal helmet is so fun <3 I'd like to know what city skyline is painted on the side but I fear this would never get published if I attempted to go down that research hole....

And finally, Fowler's most recent mask, which debuted at habs development camp:

link 1, archive link // link 2, archive link

post by pbkreation on instagram. link, archive link // second photo is screenshot of the instagram vid.

If you are reading this and haven't already heard about it or summarily been struck by lightning at the familiarity of the mask... Fowler has chosen to emulate the mask design of legendary Canadiens goalie Patrick Roy.

Here is one incarnation of this mask that Roy wore as a Canadien, for reference:

link 1, archive link // link 2, archive link

(super funny that he chose Roy, who notoriously did NOT end things with the Habs on good terms...) People took note of the mask the MOMENT he came out in it and I have . ough. MANY thoughts on Fowler's choice to invite the conversations, to evoke the past, what with all the Carey-Price-Come-Again comparisons. probably more on this at some point when i feel less unwell about it and have done more reading.

it's a really fun spot the difference game to me!! Fowler has the text running along the side, his name in that distinct lettering. The Habs logo on the forehead is updated but still in the same spot. the logo on the chin does not feature Fowler's player number the same way that Roy's has his #33. the bars on Fowler's mask are white rather than blue. The back of Fowler's mask of course features the Florida license plate!! <3 i really hope he keeps that motif for every mask he has going into the future. All in all, it's a tribute to the past, but it has a unique Jacob Fowler twist !

In this video he explains the mask. Notes:

pbkreations did Fowler's special mask for his Boston College vs Boston University match up

Fowler wanted to do something that represented his family's connection to the Habs! <3

Palm trees on the back!! FLORIDA BOY!!!!

it's a pretty close replica even down to the holographic 'les canadiens' text..!

he clarifies that the mask design is likely just for dev camp. when the host asks him if he'll wear it in a habs uniform, he diplomatically answers the question but avoids confirming that he'll go through with it (veeeerry communications major of him. lol)

Personally i am sooo charmed and endeared by his little florida license plate and his plucky invite to the hockey gods with the invocation of a legendary habs goalie. <3 jacob fowler YOU are goin in my pocket !!!

Anyway, anon thank you for derailing my entire afternoon (with affection) today was supposed to be a gifing day but I got very blissfully side-tracked by Fowler's goalie helmet lore!! Thanks for allowing me to test run my new sourcing/linking policies on a long post :3 hope this was to your liking!!

#montreal canadiens #jacob fowler #habs lb #puck!research #<- EVER MORE ELABORATE TAGGING SYSTEMS SPAWNING AS WE SPEAK!!!!!!!!!!!!#primers #<- does this count LMAO #boston college eagles #<- i forgor LOL #asks #anon #puck!res:goalies

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Grimwalker things

Chapter 2: Palismen

Hunter has a special bond with the Palismen. It’s cuz he’s BUILD DIFFERENT. Literally.

This chapter was very fun to make. I gave Flapjack some old man-wisdom. Ghost is just like Amity. Clover is just a sweetheart and Emmiline is… unique.

You can read here under the cut. Or on AO3 eith this link:

It has been 3 weeks since they arrived in the human realm. The teeth incident was still fresh on Hunter’s mind. Another thing to keep him up at night. Not of the nightmare variety though, which was nice. This was just embarrassing.

And it was making him think about the whole Grimwalker-business. He definitely didn’t need more of that.

It was Friday and 6 am, but Hunter had been awake for even longer. Insomnia sure was fun! He got out of bed quietly, to not disturb Gus on the couch beside him.

He wanted his thoughts to steer clear of the Grimwalker topic. Or his uncle… or the fate of the Boiling Ilses, Darius, Eda, if they could even find a way back home-

So, he did things around the house. It had become his role here. Not officially, nobody wanted him doing this. But he did it anyway.

He wanted to be useful.

He wanted to keep Camila happy. Who wouldn’t be happy with a clean, organised house?

Besides, he liked doing it. It was a healthy distraction, like Luz always says. So he dusted every corner of the house, cleaned the kitchen several times and put everything where it belonged. Vee even taught him how to do the laundry, but it was still extremely early. Only quiet cleaning for now.

The bright, summer sun was slowly coming up. Would that make it 6:30 now? The sun rays through the curtains gave the room a warm energy. The natural lighting was a very welcome change.

It also lit up the clouds in various different colours. It reminded him of home, those purples and oranges. But they weren’t they same. The human realm was a lot more peaceful.

He didn’t trust it.

He wanted to, but this place still didn’t feel real. Every failed attempt at a portal, grounded them more. Every block in their creativity, made it feel so permanent. And it made him feel guilty.

His missed home, but he wasn’t really in a hurry to go back. He was sad, but not for himself. He would never in his life tell the others! He felt awful for wanting to stay here longer.

In this peaceful house.

The sun had another benefit, it made more dust particles visible. Which Hunter was actually grateful for. His brain was starting to wonder again. Not. Enjoyable.

He could technically also talk to distract himself, because he wasn’t alone. Flapjack and Ghost were keeping him company. And judging him.

Which is why he didn’t really feel like talking to them. Giving them the excuse that they needed to be silent. He had promised Amity no noise before 7 am after all. She is the lightest of sleepers.

But if those forbidden topics were barging back in... Ghost headbutted his shin. She had decided for him.

“Put the duster down, nerd.” She meowed.

“Don’t go stealing Amity’s nicknames now,” Hunter whispered back, “please.”

The white cat palisman licked his ankle. Her sandpaper tongue made him jump back, giggling. It meant that her name-calling was out of love, much like her witch.

“Put it down!" She meowed again.

"Stop cleaning, Hunter." Flapjack chirped. He flew down from the fridge onto the counter in front of his witch.

Both of them were now looking at him with even more judgement. Hunter didn’t think that was possible for a bird and a cat, but here they were. He sighed.

The fact he could understand Ghost at all was making his brain go places. Flapjack was his palisman, they had a strong bond and always knew each others intentions.

The fact he could talk with him proved that. However, he was able to talk with the others as well. He has understood every active palisman he’s ever come across.

He used to think it was normal, but learned his lesson quite early on. His commander back then thought he bonded with the deer palisman they were "retrieving", just because he—

Doesn’t matter.

It’s a Grimwalker thing.

So he’s been careful about talking to Ghost, Clover or Emmiline while their witches were around. One more thing he was hiding from them.

He hated this! At this point he would rather have a nightmare.

“Do something fun, find something else to distract.” Flapjack chirped.

“Read a book.” Ghost purred. “You nerd!”

“Not a bad suggestion,” Hunter said, “still don’t like that name though.”

“A tree can’t change its home.” Flapjack said amused, as he landed in his hair.

“What does that even mean?” Hunter walked over to the living room. Camila’s book collection was fair game. She had promised him many times.

“It means I can call you a nerd, because you are one.” Ghost mewed, bouncing alongside him. Flap confirmed it with a strong chirp.

“Alright alright, I get it.” He picked out a book on fossils. “But cleaning is not a bad distraction.”

“There is literally nothing left to clean.” The cat climbed on his lap the moment he sat down on the couch.

Ah. This was his fate now. They had successfully trapped him.

“There’s always dust.” Hunter mumbled.

“I am going to break that duster one day.” Flapjack settled comfortably in the blonde locks. Comfortable for him at least.

“Please don’t. It is Camila’s, she'd be very mad at me.”

“She wouldn’t be mad at you.” Ghost reassured him.

“Camila is a very nice lady.” Flapjack bonked him on the head with his beak. “And a spectacular mother.”

“Yes… I know, but still—” Hunter sighed. He played with the pages, not yet able to focus on the text. “Luz is very lucky.”

Ghost licked his hand. Hunter giggled again, jerking his hand away from her.

“Stop licking me!”

“Well hello there~” Gus came into the living room. Instantly in a good mood, seeing his bro so cheery. To Hunter, he came out of nowhere.

“Gus! Uh- good morning. Did I wake you up? Im sorry-“

“Nah, I just woke up on my own. It’s almost 7 ya know.” Gus said nonchalantly. He knew how to calm his friend.

“Oh.” Hunter relaxed. The house had finally entered the world of the living. Rest easy now, brain.

“Watcha reading?” His best friend came up to scratch both palismen under the chin.

“It’s a book about fossils.”

“Oh cool! Are human fossils very different from ours?”

“I don’t know… I haven’t actually read anything yet.”

“Oh. Well you do that then. I’m gonna grab some juice.” Gus said as he walked towards the kitchen.

“Do you need help?” Hunter gestured to Ghost to get off. Going non-verbal now that the others were waking up. She refused.

“No, I think I got it!” Gus laughed from down the hall.

“Read, nerd.” Ghost meowed lovingly.

Hunter reluctantly did as he was told. He’d have to combat her name calling later. Not that he really minded, he never felt hurt whenever Amity did it, but 3 times in 1 morning was a bit much.

Gus came back from the kitchen, two glasses of juice in hand. He didn’t bother asking Hunter if he wanted one two. The answer would always be no, when he meant to say yes.

He joined him on the couch and they looked at the pictures of human dinosaurs together. Discussing the similarities with their own extinct reptiles. A few minutes later, Amity and Vee appeared in the doorway.

“Hey nerds!”

Hunter couldn’t help the desperate sigh that escaped his mouth. The girls looked at him funny. He looked away embarrassed. He could just feel Ghost’s evil grin radiating from his lap.

“Good morning.” Vee chuckled.

Gus greeted them both. He showed Vee the book, but she had already read it and subsequently showed him her favourite page.

“So the ‘hey nerds’ was warranted.” Amity smirked. “What was that sigh for?”

Hunter met her eyes awkwardly. Her sassy expression matching perfectly with Ghost’s entire being. He’s been called a nerd 4 times in a very short amount of time. So his sigh was just as warranted.

“Flap has been calling me a nerd all morning.” He lied. The bird bonked him on the head for blaming him.

The actual culprit made a ‘mmrrrp’ sound. The white fluffy monster was laughing at them! Then she climbed down to greet her witch.

“You guys wanna have breakfast? Luz and Willow won’t be here for a while.” Vee said.

At that moment, Camila walked in. Hunter’s first instinct was to grab the book from Gus. It took an embarrassing amount of effort to ignore that instinct.

“Good morning kids,” She said cheery. They all said their good morning’s back. “I heard something about breakfast?”

“Yes, because those sleepyheads will take at least 2 more hours.” Amity laughed.

“Luz is usually a morning person,” Gus interjected, looking at Vee amused. “Did you swap or something?”

“No!” Vee crossed her arms with a playfully sour expression on her face. Then her face dropped and her voice got more serious. “Luz actually didn’t sleep well last night...”

She looked at Camila carefully, Hunter couldn’t help but do the same. Amity tapped the basilisks arm, she was probably not supposed to say that.

“Another nightmare?” Camila asked, but she knew the answer. She had one of those ‘worried mom’ expression that they saw very often. Hunter hadn’t been able to place them at first, being extremely foreign to him.

But Camila quickly had one reserved for him too. Luz had to explicitly tell him she wasn’t angry, just worried. He didn’t know how to feel about it yet.

“Poor girl.” Flapjack’s chirp was the only thing that could be heard, because the room was filled with an awkward silence. “You should talk to her.”

Hunter scratched his feathers to discretely tell him he understood. He would try, Luz was more likely to talk to him about her nightmares. Maybe because he had them too? Hunter didn’t feel like he could really help her though.

“Oh, is that ‘Guide through the Fossil Record’ you have there?” Camila finally broke the silence. She pointed at the book in Gus’s hands.

“Yes!” Hunter shot up. “I took it to pass the time, I hope that is alright.”

“That is quite alright, Hunter.” Camila reassured him once more. “You can take any book you like.”

Amity’s understanding look was a lot better than Ghost’s pitiful one. Vee gave him some grace by ignoring him, talking to Gus about her favourite fossil again.

“So breakfast then?” Amity asked.

“Yes, let’s do that. Does anybody want eggs?” Camila rubbed her hands, ready to make breakfast just a little bit more special.

Hunter smiled politely. He did want eggs, but of course he didn’t say anything. Gus slung an arm over his shoulders, making him bend down quite a bit.

“We do!” He called out enthusiastically. Forever his saviour when it came to asking for things.

———

“Good morning.” Luz yawned as she entered the kitchen. She saw her mom and her friends (except Willow) all at the table. They greeted and welcomed her, but were already done with breakfast.

“Feeling better sleepyhead?” Amity kissed her on the cheek when Luz sat down next to her.

She nodded and returned the kiss. She still felt horrible, but an itty bitty bit better. And that’s what her girlfriend asked.

Clover and Emmiline had hitched a ride on her. Luz appreciated the company after a night like that.

“There you are buddy~” Gus cooed as his palisman stepped on his hand.

Clover flew over to Hunter and Flap. She buzzed up a storm when she joined the little cardinal in the blonde nest.

“Aye que lindo~” Camila cooed and the kids laughed. Hunter felt his face get hot from embarrassment.

Still, he’d never tell the precious creatures to leave. He had accepted his fate as ‘palisman free real estate’ long ago. Besides, Clover was always fun to be around.

He understood the constant buzzing and was trying his best to hide it. Apparently, Clover had tried to get her witch out of bed early for once. It didn’t go well. It was near impossible for him to not laugh as Clover described the things Willow miraculously slept through.

Buzzing next to her ear, sticking a paw in her nose, tickling her nose with bee-fuzz. He could clearly picture it.

The bee had even considered dropping something heavy on her. Luckily for the unaware witch, Luz came to the rescue. Or ‘disrupted her creative process’, as Clover saw it.

The aforementioned saviour looked at him curiously. Luz knew. She also knew he wanted to hide it. In her opinion, he was scared for nothing.

They would all think it was awesome he could talk with their palisman. A sharp pang of jealousy shot through her heart. ‘Their palismen’. That didn’t include her.

“Should we wake Willow?” Hunter asked.

“I’m NOT doing that again!” Vee burst out. Whatever she was doing was put on abrupt hold.

“Have you learned nothing?” Gus joined her passion.

“I still haven’t fixed that hole in the wall.” Camila mummed, squinting over her coffee.

“Sorry Mami…” Luz laughed awkwardly and her mom ruffled her hair.

“It’s alright Mija. When you live with 4 witches it was bound to happen.”

“Yeah…” Amity laughed in the exact same way as her girlfriend, “so not a good idea.”

“Luckily you don’t have to.” Willow chimed in as she entered the kitchen. “Also, I’m still very sorry about the wall.”

The group greeted her. Camila also reassured her about the wall again. She offered to fix it together to make her feel better. The plant witch happily agreed.

“I’ll make you two some eggs.” Camila got up, taking the empty pan from the table.

“You had eggs? Without me?” Luz gasped in fake-offence. She got up and put a hand to her forehead, like a Regency woman about to faint.

“How dare they. Such betrayal!” Willow joined her demeanour. Interlocking her fingers with her bestie. Those historical romance movies were leaving their mark.

The girls hooked their arms together, turned around dramatically and walked those 4 feet to the stove as fancy as they could.

At the table were 4 sets of eye-rolls. But they couldn’t say they weren’t amused. Amity snickered lightly and Hunter chuckled into his hand.

“Does that count?” Willow spun around and pointed at him. Then looked at Gus overjoyed. “Does that count for the game?”

“Sure!” Gus laughed. He smirked wide at his bro, whose expression soured. Hunter pouted and crossed his arms. This game was ridiculous if you asked him. “One point for Luz and Willow, I’ll write it down later.”

“We’re still behind Flap though.” Luz giggled.

“It’s not fair, he’s too cute!”

After the girls finished their breakfast the group got to talking about their plans. They wanted to do something fun and Camila came up with an idea. She offered to take them to the mall since she had an unexpected free day. Gus was insanely excited to explore and soon enough everyone matched his energy.

Except Luz.

She was smiling and cheerfully talking, sure, but she seemed off somehow. Hunter knew what Luz was normally like. She clearly wanted to go, but was apprehensive for some reason. He could guess what it was.

Willow and Vee, under leadership of Gus, ran upstairs to get out of their pyjamas. Camila followed at a calmer pace, after looking down at her bathrobe and fluffy slippers. Amity wanted to follow them too, but stopped in her tracks.

“Are you coming?” She asked Luz.

She had also noticed her girlfriend’s attitude was not as bubbly as it normally would be. Luz loved getting out of the house to show her friends the human realm.

“Oh I’m all set!”

She showed off her lame cat-hoody with pride. A black cartoon cat was on it, with the text ‘cats are clawsome’.

“Um.. alright.” Amity reluctantly agreed. She couldn’t think of anything to say. Maybe it’ll be easier for them to talk at the mall.

“I’m also ready to go.” Hunter said, gesturing to his own normal sweater and jeans. “You go change, and I will clean the table.”

“I’ll help!” Luz called out, jumping on her bro. She was doing too much now, looking overly excited, trying to conceal her feelings.

They grabbed the breakfast supplies as Amity went upstairs. The resulting silence while the put stuff back in the cupboards made Luz uncomfortable. Hunter thought it was quite nice, but she felt the need to fill it.

“So~ what did Clover say when she was all upset?” Luz bumped her shoulder into his.

“She was describing very vividly how she tried to wake Willow up early.” He smirked as he patted the little bee.

“Oh yeah,” Luz laughed and patted her too, “Sorry, baby, but that’s mission impossible.”

“So… what’s up with you?” Hunter questioned. Luz turned to him slowly with an uncomfortable expression. Now she missed the silence.

“When did you get so good at that?” She pouted. Hunter shrugged, credit belonged Flapjack for this one. But he had gotten better at it. Somehow.

“I heard you had a nightmare?” Flap was still in his hair, happy that his witch had listened to his advice.

“Who snitched?” Luz joked. She really didn’t appreciate Vee or Amity telling him that. Did they tell her mom? Was she worried?

“Vee did, but go easy on her. You shouldn’t keep those things to yourself.” Clover flew onto his shoulder and Emmi walked upside down on his arm.

“I’d rather tell you myself.” She pouted again. She couldn’t be mad at her kinda-twin for long. Vee never lied to mom and it was probably better to share anyways. She just didn’t want to admit that Blondie was right.

“Then do so.” He said, proud of his wit. He absentmindedly picked up Ghost, holding her like a baby.

Luz looked at the very serious boy covered in tiny magical animals. He looked so happy with his smart-ass respons. She wanted to brake out into a belly laugh. But instead she felt broken.

The nightmare had come back to the forefront of her mind. She thought about how her own palisman couldn’t join them in using Hunter as their playground. They were still stuck in the egg.

She didn’t even know if they were alive.

This sight made her laugh with tears forming in her eyes. It startled Hunter. He fumbled for a second, unsure and concerned.

Then he moved Ghost over to one arm and reached out with his other hand. He held Luz’s head. As she sniffed, he lightly pushed her towards him.

She immediately gave in and moved into the awkward, palismen-filled hug. Her head was resting on his chest and she looked down to Ghost in his arm. She mewed. Luz tickled her belly, laughing weakly through her blurry vision.

“She says ‘there there’.” Hunter translated. Rubbing her hair like she was also a cat. Considering everything, this awkward hug was quite impressive. Luz blinked away her tears and sighed.

“My nightmare was about my palisman. My egg… and Eda.” She paused to wipe her eyes. “I dreamt I was with her, carving the palistrom wood. But this time when I was done, she told me I made a mistake. That I shouldn’t have made it an egg. That I- that I… killed it.”

She pressed her face into Hunter’s chest when the tears filled her eyes again. She regretted telling him now, what if the others walked in? What if her mom saw her like this? Once the floodgates opened, she couldn’t stop.

“It was so messed up! How could my brain make Eda say those things?” Her voice was breaking, she was staining his shirt. She felt Clover rub against her cheek and Ghost licking her hand.

“It’s okay, you’re okay.” Hunter shushed her. “Nightmares are funny like that. They put your fears right in your face in the most horrible, screwed up way possible.”

“Yeah!” Luz turned to Ghost again. But forgot Clover was there, getting a face full of bee. It made Hunter snort. He quickly regained his composure and continued with a gentle voice.

“But don’t worry Luz. Your palisman is alive, I promise.”

“Can you promise that?” She pulled back to look into his eyes.

“I can. I’m sure they are alive. I can feel it.”

“Thanks Hunter!” Luz barrelled back into the hug. It made Flapjack fall off his head. She squeezed his lungs out as the little cardinal chirped aggressively. “Sorry Flap.”

“He says he forgives you.” Hunter smirks. Luz’s chuckle was still weak. She sighed and let go of her friend.

“I’m just so scared something is gonna happen to it.”

“I understand, but listen Luz. Your egg is save. It’ll hatch and you’re gonna show your palisman to Eda.”

Luz looked up at him, smile big and genuine.

“And before that, I’ll guard it with my life.”

The boy covered in magical creatures, shining brightly like the sun, was now back to looking hilarious. Luz broke out into the belly laugh she wanted before. She definitely felt better now.

———

The gang was outside getting ready to get into the car. Luz felt a little restless again. Her talk with Hunter helped a lot, but her fears didn’t just magically disappear. She wondered if there was a spell for that.

She looked at Hunter. He did say he would guard it right? No. No, thats not fair. He should not have to-

“Can I stay here?” Hunter looked at Camila nervously. Standing in the doorway, still half inside.

The kids stopped in their tracks and turned to him confused.

“I want to, uh, take care of the palismen.” He tried to explain. Picking up Emmiline from the ground as he smiled anxiously. “We shouldn’t leave them alone.”

“We’ve left them in the house before.” Gus pointed out confused.

“Ah well yes. That’s true…” Hunter trailed off.

“I understand, but it doesn’t feel right to leave you behind.” Camila tapped her chin. She didn’t want to force this kid to go to the mall. She still struggled with how to treat Hunter.

There was deafening silence. Guilt crept up on Luz, but he smiled at her. Did he really not mind?

“I can stay?” Willow offered suddenly.

“Huh?” Hunter’s eyes shot to her instantly. A tiny blush crept over his face. “No no no, thats not necessary! You wanna go to mall, right? You should go, have fun.”

He waved his hands, laughing awkwardly. He cursed his voice and his face. Titan why?

“I will stay. I’ve been to the mall enough times.” Vee said, snorting at the stupid boy and prodding him in the side. “Plus, it’d be boring without this guy stumbling through stores and cafes.”

Hunter was conflicted between being grateful and offended. He pushed her away with a hand on her face, earning a laugh from the others. Then he remembered Camila was there too and his back straightened.

“Okay, then the problem is solved right?” Amity asked, rearing to go.

“Yup!” Luz took her girlfriend’s hand and led her to the car. Glancing back to give a silent thank you to her bro.

“Are you guys sure?” Gus asked.

“Oh yeah, we’ll be fine.” Vee waved him away.

Willow looked at them confused, silently questioning Hunter if he was really sure. He smiled at her as genuinely as he could muster. She accepted it, and got into the car with Gus.

“I forgot something!” Luz ran back suddenly. Basically running through Hunter and Vee into the house and up the stairs. Hunter walked after her a little bit, watching the stairs from around the corner.

She flew back down holding her egg. She slid to a stop in front of him. Hunter held out his hands and she gratefully put the palisman in them. He saluted her and she beamed at him.

Then she flew past Vee, saying goodbye, and entered the car. The stragglers waved the off, while Hunter kept the egg behind his back. Camila drove off and the gang was in for fun mall-day.

Hunter and Vee retreated into the house. Vee stared at the palisman in his hands while they walked to the living room. Something stirred in her.

“So… What was her nightmare about?” She asked while giving him side-eye.

“I don’t know if I’m allowed to share that.” Hunter looked at her confused.

“Was it about the egg?”

“Vee!”

“Yes or no.”

“That’s not fair, you know I can’t lie!”

“So yes then.”

Hunter gave her a disappointed look. Her behaviour was surprising. And annoying. Where was this coming from?

“Okay, I’m sorry. I was just…” She looked down at her claws. A little ashamed of herself. “I asked her, ya know?”

He did know. It made sense now. Hunter didn’t fully drop his disappointment, but looked at her intrigued. He waited for her to continue.

“She didn’t want to share it with me, but with you it’s like immediate.” Vee made an explosive gesture.

Hunter’s expression softened. An upset Vee wasn’t easy to comfort, but he could understand her.

“Don’t look at me like that.”

“I’m not.”

“I was just curious, okay?”

“Sure.”

Vee was about to defend herself, shoulders tense, a finger pointed at him. Basilisk-fury burned in her eyes. Then her arm dropped and she looks more sad than anything.

“I still don’t know if she even likes me.”

“Aww Vee, of course she does!” Hunter put a hand on her shoulder, but removed it slowly when she turned to him irritated. “I mean uh- it’s Luz! She wants to be friends with everyone.”

“I took her place for months!” Vee plopped down on the couch, hugging her tail to her chest. “She said it was okay but what if it really wasn’t? She doesn’t trust me…”

“Just because she didn’t want to talk about her nightmare, doesn’t mean she doesn’t trust you.” Hunter sat down next to her carefully. “It was just a… difficult subject.”

“Then why did she tell you so easily!?” Vee buried her face in her tail with a defeated sigh.

“I don’t know! Probably because of what we’ve been though together.” Hunter tried not to think about the mindscape too much. “Because I get nightmares like that too. And last time, she told me just because I was the only one still awake.”

She still didn’t look fully convinced. Hunter tapped the egg in his lap. Gently running a finger along the grooves.

“Or maybe because I’m a Grimwalker…” He said softly. Vee lifted her head. “She knows palismen are different with me.”

Vee opened her mouth, but couldn’t think of any words. Hunter’s expression was bittersweet. His true identity was a difficult subject too. They rarely talked about it after the reveal.

She had hoped to bond over the fact they were both (part) demon. But she respected his wish to keep it hidden. Maybe this could help him think more positively about being a Grimwalker?

“It’s a pretty cool trait.” She patted the egg. Hunter sighed.

“I don’t know why Luz tells me those things.” He’d rather to stay on the first topic. “But she doesn’t tell Amity either and I’m pretty sure she likes her.”

“You’re right.” Vee giggled. She patted Emmiline as she climbed on the side of his head. “I mean it though, it’s a cool trait to have.”

“Thanks.” Hunter shifted uncomfortably. “I just know it’s not normal.”

“And?” Vee jumped up from the couch. Basilisk-fury returned to her eyes. She shifted into pastel version of Hunter with a clown nose on. “Normal is boring!”

“Hey!” Hunter put the palismen aside to chase her. Which gave Vee a substantial lead, running around the house as clown-Hunter.

They chased each other for a while, the palismen even joined in. Eventually they tired themselves out and Vee retreated to her room to watch a show on her phone.

Hunter wanted to start cleaning again, but Flapjack and Ghost threatened to actually break the duster. So he returned to reading ‘Guide through the Fossil Record’.

He’s always been a fast reader though. Finishing the book under two hours. He put it back on the shelf and boredom took over.

“You look tired.” Clover buzzed.

“He didn’t sleep at all last night.” Ghost mewed at her.

“Thats not true!” Hunter protested. “I slept like 3 hours.”

“That’s still horrible!” Clover flew into his cheek, like a fuzzy punch.

“Yes.” Flap joined his bee friend by pecking his other cheek. “You know that is not a sufficient amount.”

“Yeah, tell em Emmi.” Ghost pushed the chameleon with her nose. The blue palisman stuck out her tongue as her eyes drifted in different directions. “She agrees.”

“Take a nap Hunter.” Flapjack chirped, prodding into Hunter’s cheek again. He averted his eyes with a ‘hmpf’ sound.

“Yes. Nurse Clover demands it.” The little bee said, floating pointedly in his face.

“Nurse Clover?”

“Doctor Flapjack’s orders.” The bird joined in flying in front of his face, to look at him very serious. Hunter just thought they was cute.

“You with them?” He looked at Ghost and Emmiline who had laid down next to the egg.

“With them?” Ghost elegantly crossed her paws. “I run this hospital.”

“I’m a brain surgeon!” Emmiline called out proudly. The other palismen exchanged uneasy glances.

“Yeah… I wouldn’t let you operate.” Hunter tickled her under the chin.

“Anyways.” Clover landed on his knee. “Nap.”

“Yes nurse.” He sighed.

He held Luz’s egg to his stomach and laid down. The carefully carved wood was brimming with potential. Hunter could feel the life softly emanating from the inside. They weren’t quite there yet, but the creature would join them soon enough. And they would be a little menace, just like their witch.

The rest bunched up together and found a place on his legs. Turned out they were right, he drifted off almost immediately.

———

Hunter woke up to giggling and something fluffy in his nose. He heard a camera shutter.

“Shit my sound was on.”

His eyes flew open when he heard Luz. He flinched back, but didn’t get up fully. His head spun from the sudden movement.

He was once again surrounded on the couch. His friends were standing behind the coffee table. Luz was closer in a photographer position with her phone. The giggling had not yet stopped.

Hunter finally investigated the fluffy thing that had been tickling his nose. Ghost. Of course. It seemed he had turned on his back in his sleep, hugging Luz’s egg to his chest. Then the other palisman found their way to curl into his stomach, while Ghost had planted herself in his neck and against his face.

“Welcome back guys.” He yawned when he managed to sit up just enough to lean against the armrest. He snuffed the remaining cat hairs out his nose.

“Good morning~” Amity teased.

“Is this what you meant by ‘watching the palismen’?” Vee poked the Grimwalker in his cheeks.

Luz slapped her sister’s arm and gave her girlfriend a look. If they teased him, Hunter might never sleep again! This was the first time she had even witnessed it. It’s totally not important that she was the one taking pictures of him, not at all.

“I had no choice!” Hunter joked, relieving her concerns. “It was nurse Clover’s orders.”

“Aww that’s so cute!” Willow cooed at her bee still sleeping soundly against his stomach. A soft pink quickly formed on Hunter's face.

“And she’s not wrong,” Gus added, saving him from saying anything stupid. “You need to sleep more, dude.”

Hunter wanted to fire back a snarky respons, but Amity noticed something. The noise she made brought everyone’s attention to her.

“Wait. Why do you have Luz’s egg?” She asked, visibly confused.

A few ‘oh hey’s and ‘wait yeah’s filled the room. It was like everyone just now noticed the blue palisman resting in Hunter’s hands.

“I asked him to keep an eye on it for me.” Luz answered for him.

Hunter carefully handed her precious carving back to her. Luz smiled very gratefully, she was able to have fun at the mall without worrying.

But if he wasn’t opposed to teasing right now…

“Still, this was sight to behold.” She smirked. Hunter’s warm and selfless aura dissipated as he squinted a look of betrayal at her.

“I’ll say!” Gus laughed. “We didn’t expect to come back to this pile of palisman on the couch.”

Hunter sighed. He guessed he should be more embarrassed by this. But those two could tease him all they wanted, because he really didn’t care.

He was stopped, for the second time, from making a smart-ass respons. His attention quickly snapped towards Camila, who just rounded the corner of the living room.

“Ohoho~ look at all the sweet babies together.” She said, when she witnessed the Palisman cuddle herself. “Tan lindo~”

Hunter’s eyes were now locked on their host. His hands fidgeted, picking at his fingernails. He looked at her with a hopeful smile. This was good in her eyes, right? Lindo meant cute, right?

Was it okay to be proud of this? Or should he come off as humble? Wait, was he supposed to say something now?

“I just put the groceries in the kitchen, who can help me put them away?” Camila continued with what she actually came for.

Hunter sprung to his feet.

“Yes! I can do that!”

The huddle of still-sleeping palisman got a rude awakening. As one collective, they slid off his lap. Hunter cringed when they hit the ground with a loud thump.

“Sorry guys…” he grimaced.

Ghost hissed at him and Emmiline made some disgruntled noises of her own. Flap en Clover laid on the ground, absolutely dazed. Nobody was hurt, they were made of wood of course, but that was still stupid.

Hunter cautiously lift his head towards the matriarch. She looked more surprised than anything. What did that mean? What was behind that expression? How could he be so forgetful?!

Amity broke into a snicker. Everyone turned to her and she tried to hide her laugh. But she failed. Luz gained her own wobbly smile from looking at it.

“Sorry, that was really funny.” Amity said as she walked over to Ghost. Who yowled when the witch picked her up. “Oh hush, you little drama queen. You’re fine.”

Luz was about to crack. Vee and the other witches were starting to have amused expression as well. Even Camila put a hand over her mouth, wrinkles formed in the corner of her eyes.

So, she wasn’t mad?

Soon, everyone was giggling again. Willow and Gus picked up their own palisman to shush their whining. Hunter looked at everything a little dumbfounded.

The laughter washed away any feelings of shame. He didn’t feel ridiculed, even though the were laughing at him. He felt a little stupid, sure. But the energy surrounding him was warm and soft. Like the morning sun was shining in his face again.

Hunter bend down to pick Flapjack up. The cardinal was still a bit dazed, but gave him a look anyways. He’d get a righteous amount of hair-tugging later.

“Alright then!” Camila sighed her last chortle away. The Dominican mother gestured to the vague direction of the kitchen. “Shall we?”

Hunter gave her a sheepish smile and a diligent nod. The awkward boy happily followed Camila into the hallway.

Maybe, just maybe, Vee was right. Maybe it was a pretty cool trait to have.

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*kicks down door* I HEARD WE WERE TALKING ABOUT ROSS BEING ASSOCIATED WITH AN ANIMAL

anyway crow ross anon is so real for that. personally i am a crow/raven ross truther and have been from the moment i saw him. his hair fringe things look like feathers to me, plus the v-mouth looking like a beak and him just bein smart and Chill Like That. b i r d.

(black cat ross anon is also extremely real, and i am very frustrated with him being considered Frog.)

somewhat related, robert reminds me of a golden retriever (go figure lmao but also his hair kinda gives that img to me) and roy gives me Bastard Cat Vibes. he has the energy of a fat orange cat that jumps off the windowsill specifically to bite you. also his hair kinda gives me the Vibes of a lions mane shape wise. I Am So Normal About This.

sincerely, #1 ross enjoyer (@spookyscaryskidnpump)

100% agreed with all of this

Atp crow or black cat Ross both amazing chef kiss

#[ 🐸 ] Ross #[ 🧸 ] Robert #[ 🧢 ] Roy #spooky month #spooky month confessions

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bleedingichorhearts · 7 days

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𝐆𝐚𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐈𝐈

𝕬𝖚𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖗: Apologies, I am in some different fandoms as well.

𝕾𝖚𝖒𝖒𝖆𝖗𝖞: You make your way to Commanders Burnside office all while bumping into a few people on the way before and after.

TW // Hallucination.

|°ᴛᴀɢ ʟɪꜱᴛ ᴀᴘᴘʟɪᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ°| |°ɪᴄʜᴏʀ’ꜱ ᴀᴏ3°| |°𝕄𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕃𝕚𝕤𝕥°| • {Chapter I} • {Chapter III}

You wake up an hour later than you should since you have been informed about your 2-man mission by the Mr. Buzz Lightyear. The same Buzz that takes up only a selection of your bed, and is as stiff as a board in his sleep as you carefully move about, trying not to wake him up. Your body silently shuffling around your own room to get a bit ready for morning. Never once making the Ranger in your bed move or waking him up, but you do, however, wake up Sox.

“Ranger, it is not time for your briefing.” The orange cat quietly states to you. His dim, green optics looking up at you from the nightstand he perched himself to rest on. “You should be getting your sleep in.”

You freeze at his words, holding your breath before you look towards the robotic cat. Your eyes scanning over Buzz in your bed, carefully watching to see if he moved or not before looking over to Sox. Softly exhaling when you take note that Buzz seemed to be in a deep sleep, all that ‘not-sleeping’ stuff catching up to him.

“Figured I need to prep myself before it.” You respond, gently whispering at the cat. Your shoulders softly shrugging at Soxs’ statement. Your form relaxing a little when everything seemed to go your way right now. No one was waking up because of you.

“Ah, that makes sense.” Sox hums, almost sounding like a robotic purr. His head looking at Buzz as he scans him; his paws in front of him readjusting before he becomes a loaf. His head looking back at you before he speaks again. “Well, I hope that your briefing will go well, Ranger.”

“I hope so too.” You whisper, nodding at the cat, and take that as your cue to move around once more to ready yourself before leaving your room. The door of your room sliding open as the corridor lights nearly blind you. Your eyes rapidly blinking so you can get used to them while you walk out of your room, making sure to restrict some access. Only leaving yourself, Sox and Buzz to be able to get in or out of your room unless a higher rank wanted to get in there.

Walking down the corridor. You take in the morning as much as possible, liking the silence and the nostalgic feel it gives you. Also, there were less crowds, can’t forget about the less crowds. There was just something about it that made it much more enjoyable when you get up alone sometimes. To be able to get the morning peace all by yourself before the day starts.

Taking a turn down into a different selection of the hallway. You nearly bump into another Space Ranger, her from stepping back a little in surprise as you take a step back as well. Her body almost bumping into a big potted plant behind her. Both of you definitely not expecting to see another Ranger up and about this time of day. Usually, everyone was catching up on their z’s, resting after their missions.

“Well, I didn’t expect you to be up at this time.” The young woman says, putting her hands on her hips as you raise a brow at her. Your eyes looking her up and down in slight suspicion at her words. Taking in that she was still in the more relaxing clothing like some sweatpants and branded shirt of the space rangers. So it was clear she didn’t have to be up at this time, but yet, here she was.

“Uh… good morning to you too Izzy?” You greet her a little awkwardly, not sure how to respond to what she gave you. You were just up and about, trying to get ready and prepped up before visiting Commander Burnsides office for the mission review. Not… whatever she may be suspecting you off. You can see it in how she looks you up and down with her golden brown eyes, like she knows something you don’t.

“You and Buzz a thing?” She asks bluntly, but her tone is giddy. Her eyes amused as she tries not to bounce in her spot.

“What?”

“What?!”

You almost jump at the sound of the robot voice as it huffs and puffs in your mind. Clearly, not expecting the voice to return as you had almost thought it was just a bad dream. Yet, you push on. Curious on why this Ranger would think such a thing and choose to ignore anything more that robotic voice might interrupt you with.

“You know, like…” The woman pauses and tries to gesture at you so you have a better chance of getting what she’s saying. Which you do understand, it’s just the question was bold, unexpected and well… can be rather inappropriate as well.

“No, we are not together if that is what you're inquiring about.” You answer her, looking her up and down once more. Wanting to make sure she got the facts right. You didn’t want any false rumors going around now.

“…You sure?” She asks, extending the word ‘sure’ a bit with a slight pitch in her tone. Wanting her own curiosity’s straight. “I saw him walk into your room and never leave…”

“Ah.” You click your tongue at that. Now knowing where she got her suspicions from. “I offered him my room to sleep in. He looked way too tired to even attempt to go back to his own room. He looked sleep deprived, most likely was.”

“Oh… nothing more?” She pushes a bit, wiggling her eyebrows just a tiny bit as if there was something going on between you and Buzz. She could honestly be a pain in the butt sometimes.

“No, nothing more.” You deny with a tired sigh and a shake of your head for more effect. You hope she won’t say anything about that, but knowing youngsters… they like to talk, and they like to talk a lot. So in hopes to quiet her mind a bit you ask her a question in return. “Why? You think me and him would be a great match or something?”

“Well, I mean…” She pauses with a grin, rubbing the back of her head. “You both seem very compatible on the field. You guys work together fluently. I haven’t seen a time when you guys failed when you two are paired.”

You stand there for a second, taking in her words before slightly nodding. You do remember the times when you were paired up with Buzz and set some mission records up because you two would have done them so quickly and efficiently. It came as a surprise to almost everyone on the base as both of you liked to go solo most of the time. “Loners” some others would say.

“Is that all?” You push her back. Wondering if there was much more to it. You know sometimes she likes to play Cupid, but she never really had the guts to try such a thing on you until now, until she had some sort of evidence.

“No, that is all. What are you up to?” She asks, changing the topic. Finding your suddenness to be up in the early morning a more interesting topic to talk about. Her eyes looking at you more curiously.

You hum at her before gesturing at her to follow you. Realizing that you don’t have any time now to talk to her while just standing in the hallway, but you can while walking with her towards Commanders Burnsides office. “I have a mission to do soon.”

“Mission? Is it solo?” She questions, following you by your side. Putting her hands back at her sides too. “Squaded?”

“I was hoping it was solo, but I hear that is not the case.” You hum, looking forward to watch where you are going. “I believe I’m being paired up with a cadet.”

“A cadet?” She says, sounding rather puzzled. Looking in front of her for a moment. “You are at a higher rank than that, are you training them perhaps?”

“I’m unsure.” You hum, turning down another hallway with her still following right beside you. Commander Burnside's office just a few more corridors down.

“You are not that great with new rangers, just like Buzz.” She laughs a little at that, shaking her head then grimacing. Realizing she may have said something offending to you. “Not that I mean to offend you! It’s just well… the truth.”

“No offense.” You shake your head with a light grin. Waving your hand to dismiss her. You know you don’t do well with cadets yourself. “I know I don’t.”

She sighs in relief at that. Her body relaxing a little. Her eyes looking around her for a moment as she realizes you have made your way to the Commander's office. “Well… I hope whatever Burnside is thinking… the mission will come out at a big A+. Don’t want one of our best to fail because of a simple mistake of mispairing.”

You look at her for a moment. Considering her words as they almost feel… familiar to you. Something… like what her grandmother would say: Alisha Hawthorne.

Of course, you haven’t met her as you haven’t been born yet, but you have definitely seen and heard that old Commander around in historical buildings and even in Buzz logs. She was talked highly of, appreciated and loved from the generations of T’Kani Prime. She became the light and hope of this planet and for everyone aboard the Turnip. Gave them a new meaning rather than being in despair of being on this alien planet.

Perhaps… Izzy is to be just like her grandmother? To rise more in her ranks to be Commander just like her grandmother? You can see her potential…

“I do not fail my missions.” You say blandly but confidently, and yet you never have. Your missions were always a clean success. No matter how long they took to complete, you always find yourself coming back with a clean record of the mission and ready for a new one to be assigned to you.

“Which makes you the best.” Izzy smiles with a nod. Backing off a little bit, leaving your side. “Now, I wouldn’t want to intrude in your mission briefing. I’ll hear how it goes when you arrive back.”

You nod at her in return. Watching as she turns around to walk down the hallway properly instead of walking backwards. Her hands folded behind her back before she disappears down a different hallway.

Shaking your head when she does go around the bend of the hallway. You turn attention to the door in front of you. Looking at the metal of it and the name tag on it “Commander Burnside” before giving it two knocks.

“Come in.”

The door opens with the given permission, letting you inside of his rather… basic office. The room had the basic, dark wooden bookshelves behind him full of old books and the thick office desk in front of him. His form sitting in the middle and professionally on his leather office chair. His brown eyes watching you carefully as you walk in and stand behind two leather lounge chairs in front of his desk.

“Ranger.” He greets, nodding his head a bit to you in respect. His body moving a bit forward to lean his arms on his desk. The leather of his chair giving a light squeak. “Heard about your upcoming mission?”

You nod once at the Commander, straightening up a bit in his presence. Standing a bit taller. Knowing your required etiquette in front of a higher rank than you. “Yes, sir.”

The Commander nods. Thinking for a second before speaking once more. “Good, do you know what it is about?”

“No, sir.” You state, shaking your head. “I have been only informed of the two man mission. That I won’t be alone on this particular mission.”

Burnside hums at that, leaning back in his chair. Looking at you almost expectantly before informing you of your mission. “Yes, you have been set on a two man mission, with a cadet no less. So this mission is not up to your rank level but rather of the Cadet Wilsons. I want you to watch him while you’ll be up in the outer atmosphere to make sure the signals up there are in top condition. If not? It is your mission to repair every single last one of them until coming back down onto T’Kani Prime, is that understood?”

“Yes, sir. Your orders are loud and clear, sir.” You say automatically, nodding at your commander. His commanding tone leaving no choice to object. Yet you ask if you could question him anyways. “May I ask ‘why,’ sir?”

The Commander lifts his eyebrows at that and hums. Thinking through your words with a bit of suspicion before he sighs. “I know it is usual for you to go solo, but this cadet needs some more training and perhaps more discipline. I was thinking you would be the best option.”

“Is this cadet proving to be… troublesome?” You ask again, tilting your head a little bit for more emphasis. Folding your hands behind your back.

“He is a cocky one, I’ll give him that.” Commander Burnside responds, nodding. “I just need to make sure he can still follow orders without killing himself because his ego gotten too big.”

You nod at that. Knowing why you were sent with a cadet now. You’re still not pleased with it, but a part of you wants to know just how much this proclaimed cadet could take before he would snap, because usually it’s always the cocky ones that spill everything to the enemies first.

“I see that you are thinking about it.” The Commander hum, nodding again. Turning in his chair a bit. “You are dismissed then. This mission shall be simple enough.”

“Yes, sir.” You nod at him again in respect. Taking a step back before turning you back on him and taking your leave. The door opening up automatically when you go close to it.

Taking a few steps out. You hear the door of his office close as you make your way down the hallway. Your form nearbing bumping into another as you round the corner, again.

“Hey! Watch where—” A male voice comes out, ready to chew you out but stops mid sentence. Recognizing your rank and stature. Your eyes narrowing up at the man, observing him: Short, fuzzy and dirty blond hair with green eyes. Lean figure and snappy, cocky attitude and a name tag embedded with “Wilson.”

Ah, so this was the cadet you were going to work with? He definitely was living up to his descriptions already. His cockiness already showing.

“R-Ranger!” The boy stutters, saluting you quickly. His form straighting up.

“Cadet.” You simply greet, raising a brow up at his actions. Was he eager to please the higher up to rise up the ranks? Or was he just an obedient one? That definitely can’t be it.

“I hope my mission will go well with you!” He states, putting himself at ease without being told to do so. Possibly forgetting that he needed to be dismissed from saluting a higher power. “I hope I won’t disappoint you!”

You stay quiet for a second at that. Not knowing how to respond at that as again, you didn’t work with other rangers much or cadets no less. “I don’t think you will.”

“I won’t!” He protests even if he doesn't need to. Looking a little offended by your simple words but covers it up quickly. “I will take down the enemies with succession like the Zyclops!”

You raise your eyebrow up at that, mentally question this ever… eager cadet. Zyclops’s were rather formidable enemies of Star Command. It was kinda weird there were still more out there occasionally finding this planet as everyone thought they had shut down after Buzz blew up Zurgs spaceship.

“That big purple robot can get it too!” The cadet continues, confident and getting himself excited, mocking the purple robot you have been hallucinating about. It was kinda amusing. ““I’m the almighty Zurg and I shall destroy you and your disgusting planet!””

“I do not act like that.” You hear the robot in your mind speak suddenly, making this whole situation a bit more amusing than it was just seconds before. A twitch of a grin showing on your face before it disappears. “Insolent pest…”

“Well… for the sake of the mission.” You start, making the boy pause in his mockery. “Let’s make sure we don’t jinx ourselves. We want a smooth, calm mission. I know the thrill of combat maybe… fun, but that is not the way of the Ranger.”

Again, the cadet doesn't seem to like your words of logic as you can tell he was twisting his tongue inside of his mouth to shut himself up. Trying not to say anything stupid before he nods. “I understand.”

“Right, well…” You say but pause. Looking at the cadet over again. Making sure you weren’t missing anything beside his obvious dislike of being bossed. “You are dismissed. Don’t think too hard about the mission.”

“Understood.” He says again, a bit quieter this time, and you take that as your que to leave. You actually had some things to do before getting ready for the mission itself like find more about this Zurg, and perhaps… there was more than one of the purple robots. That, and you were curious about your… hallucinations of the purple robot.

Humming quietly to yourself as you leave the cadet alone in the hallway. You make your way to the archives this time. Going in and out of the buildings to get to it. Seeing a few people getting snatched by the planets vines with a yelp on your way there.

Entering the building with hiss from the automatic door, you notice that at first glance it was a local library. Though, for knowing better. You know there was to be some archives about or at least some personal stories that some people put out when Zurg attacked. So, you are sure you could get at least some information here that you are searching for.

Starting with walking around, you do see a little selection of personal stories from the attack, but you are wanting something more. Something that explains the ‘why,’ the ‘what’ and the ‘who’ of the enemy. You wanted to learn about your enemy, your hallucinations. Perhaps you should get some books on that… medical subject as well…

After a bit of wandering. Going up and down some steps, trying to look for the correct thing. You eventually come across a book (not an archive) about the big, purple robot. Your fingers gently brushing over the covers as you read the title. “Verity of Zurg”

“Getting interested in me now, darling?” The robotic voice comes back with an almost teasing-like laugh, but it also sounded like it had an undertone of… evil in it. “Oh, how precious of you.”

You can only hum at the robot inside of your head and flip the page of the book to try and start learning of this hunk of metal that haunts you when you are awake and sleeping. You’re really not sure why as you have never in your life seen this metal being before, but you know you can’t let these… hallucinations of him continue. You quite like being able to sleep peacefully and do your own job undisturbed.

“If you wanted to know about me you could have just asked.” The robot scoffs in your head and you have an inkling, a feeling that he shook his head, somehow. “I could have provided you with much more accurate and grueling descriptions these… pests have.”

You continue to ignore him within your mind. You sure as hell are not going to trust his words with that one. Especially, when learning and knowing that he is a villain after all. That is almost like a death wish; a trap.

“Oh, please.” Zurg scoffs again. You can tell he’s slightly amused by your thoughts. “I’m not much for exposing my own secrets, but to have someone destroy my image? Now that’s true villainy against me.”

Once more, you continue to ignore the robot. You do take his words in, but you just don’t respond to them. You know not better to. You know better not to connect with the past, future or present enemies.

The robot of your mind seems to give a gleeful cackle at that. Something that makes you tense up in your spot and send a shiver down your spine. “Oh, whether you like it or not. You will know of me darling. Just like everyone else. You will know of me, it is your luck just as it is mine.”

You briefly wonder what he meant by that as you suddenly look off to your side to a reflective window. Soft rain running outside of the glass panel, but for you… you can see him in it. Staring down at you with them glowing, crimson visors again. His massive, metal, purple form just standing there at full height in the window. How in the hell was he doing this to you? Did you have some connection with this robot that seemingly died?

“…You’re just going to continue to ignore my telepathic presence within your mind, are you not?”

‘Yep, yep you are.’ You think to yourself, turning back to the book in your hands. This metal being does not exist, and the metal being staring you down in the reflection of the window can’t help but give you another echoing cackle. Amused by your ignorance; your boldness to ignore him.

#fanfiction #second person pov #lightyear movie #evil emperor zurg #zurg #buzz lightyear #zurg x reader #pixar x reader #pixar #disney x reader #disney #canon x reader #villain x reader #tw: hallucination

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