#i get so distracted. i start and sentence and then its like 'oh hey lets do this thing now'

[burning-thistles-bt]

"I'm proud of you."

Chapter 168 Excerpt

[pastryfication]

an oscar x deaf reader, maybe she’s friends w someone working in mclaren and visits. the reader almost gets into an accident and oscar saves her, mad that she wasn’t paying attention and yells at her only to realize she’s deaf. he apologizes and he starts talking to her after that day.

close save | oscar piastri

pairing: oscar piastri x deaf reader note: i know close to nothing about lip reading and deafness, all info used in this is something i’ve googled, so feel free to correct me if something is wrong!! also, i’ve tried something new with writing it mostly from oscar’s perspective, so let me know if you like it xx

the midday sun beats down on the mclaren garage, casting long shadows over the bustling crew. it’s been a long morning of prep work, but oscar doesn’t mind—he thrives in the intensity, in the noise, in the hum of engines that fill his ears.

as he turns to grab a drink of water, something catches his eye. a young woman is standing just outside the garage, looking around with a distracted expression. you’re not wearing any of the usual gear or badges that indicate you’re part of the team, but there’s something familiar about you. oscar narrows his eyes, trying to place your face, when he notices something alarming—a forklift is backing up, and you’re right in its path.

without thinking, oscar drops the bottle and sprints toward you. his heart pounds as he closes the distance, yelling for you to move, but you don’t react. panic grips him as he reaches out, grabbing your arm and yanking you out of the way just in time. the forklift lumbers past, the driver oblivious to the close call.

oscar’s chest heaves as he turns to face you, adrenaline coursing through his veins. “what the hell were you thinking? you could’ve been—” he stops mid-sentence, noticing your startled expression. your eyes are widened, but not in fear of the near-miss. it’s something else.

you blink at him, your mouth moving soundlessly, and suddenly oscar realizes what’s wrong. you can’t hear him. the realization hits him like a punch to the gut, and the anger he felt a moment ago is instantly replaced by guilt. his face softens, and he steps back, his hand dropping from your arm.

“i’m- i’m sorry,” he stammers, his voice suddenly quiet, as if lowering it might somehow make up for his outburst. “i didn’t know . . .”

you tilt your head slightly, as if trying to read his lips, and oscar feels a wave of helplessness wash over him. he raises his hands, fumbling awkwardly as he tries to communicate. he doesn’t know any sign language—he’s never needed to—but he gestures toward the forklift, then back at you, hoping you understand that he was just worried.

to his relief, you nod, giving him a small, understanding smile. you point to your ear, then shake your head, confirming what he’s already guessed. you’re deaf.

oscar takes a deep breath, trying to gather his thoughts. he feels terrible, not just for yelling at you, but for assuming you were ignoring him when you couldn’t even hear him in the first place. “i’m sorry,” he repeats, mouthing the words more deliberately this time. he hopes you can read his lips.

you nod again, your expression kind, and motion that it’s okay. oscar feels a strange warmth in his chest at your forgiveness. he still feels like an idiot, but at least you don’t seem to hold it against him.

at that moment, lando appears from the other side of the garage, waving enthusiastically as he approaches. “hey, mate! you met jon’s sister yet?” he calls out, clearly unaware of what just happened. he jogs over, grinning broadly. “oscar, this is-”

“jon’s sister?” oscar repeats, cutting him off. the pieces fall into place—jon, lando’s personal trainer, had mentioned his sister visiting today. he hadn’t put two and two together until now. “right. i didn’t realize . . .”

lando’s grin falters as he notices the awkward tension. “oh. uh, yeah . . . she’s deaf, by the way. did i forget to mention that?”

oscar shoots him a look, but lando just shrugs, mouthing an exaggerated “sorry!” before turning back to you. “i see you’ve met oscar, then,” he says, switching to a more careful, lip-readable pace. he introduces you properly, and oscar watches as you sign something back to lando.

lando nods and translates, “she says thank you for saving her back there.”

oscar feels his face heat up a little, embarrassed but also strangely proud. “no problem,” he says, and then, after a pause, he adds, “i should’ve been more careful. i’m sorry if i scared you.”

lando relays the message, and you just smile, giving oscar a thumbs up.

over the next few hours, oscar finds himself glancing over at you more than once. he feels a strange pull, unable to tear his eyes away as you move through the garage, interacting with your brother and some of the crew, completely at ease despite the noise and chaos around you.

at one point, you catch him looking and wave. oscar waves back, feeling a bit foolish. when the day winds down and most of the team starts packing up, oscar spots you sitting on one of the low walls outside the garage, watching the track.

he hesitates for a moment, then walks over and sits down next to you, keeping a respectful distance. you look over and give him a welcoming smile, and for the first time, oscar doesn’t feel nervous. he doesn’t know how to sign, but he doesn’t need to. you sit there together, quietly watching as the sun dips lower in the sky, painting the track in shades of gold.

finally, oscar turns to you. his phone is open in his notes app, and in there he’s written: would you like to get a coffee sometime? maybe you could teach me some sign language.

you raise an eyebrow, then nod, your smile widening as you sign something to him. oscar doesn’t understand it yet, but he knows one thing: he’s definitely looking forward to learning.

[2012aura]

set up !

summary : continuation of free treats.

warning : disgusting fluff.

pairing : college!ellie williams x black!reader

it had been a couple days since ellie had requested your "finsta" account and you finally decided to post just because. you had recently hung out with dina and another friend from campus and she took some photos of you all during the day, so you just had to post them.

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dinawina pls come over i’m BORED! & ellie is hereee!

> blackmacmiller GET OUT MY CMMTS!

jjessiemessy COME OVER IM WITH DINA!

> blackmacmiller are you guys lying rn …

> dinawina no ….

no matter if they were lying you were already packing your bag full of clothes, face masks, and snacks. you tied your hair into a quick puff, not caring how messy it looked and started on your way to dina's dorm room which was only a couple minutes away. you arrived on side b in under five minutes, scanning your keycard on the door and letting yourself in. you walked up the stairs to dina and ellie's dorm and quickly knocked on the door. you heard giggling and running to the door and dina answered it a few seconds later. "beating the poor allegations, cmon now!" dina laughed as she let you in, letting you instantly become at home with the two other familiar faces. you said a quick hello to ellie and jessie, as they sat on the floor playing some video game on the tv. this was nice, everyone just hung around and was friendly, and you could use a break from reality. you emptied your bag out on dina's bed, the snacks you bought falling to the side. "guess what i bought guys," you said with a huge smile on your face.

"ALCOHOL?" jessie yelled, rising to her feet and taking huge steps towards you. "no idiot, i bought baked goods from the shop! they let me take leftovers home today!" you said excitedly as you unpacked the goodies while walking over to the coffee table that was placed in the middle of the room. went back over to the bed, grabbing the shorts and tank top you bring to change into, just to make yourself a little more comfortable. you stripped right there in front of them, it wasn't weird between you, dina, and jessie to just strip and ellie was too distracted by the game to notice. but out of the corner of her eyes, she could see you sliding the shorts up your legs and placing the tank over your head and down your torso. she wouldn't mention it though, it wasn't that big of a deal.

"alright party people, LET'S EAT!" you yelled excitedly, grabbing a fruit tart from the nicely placed baked goods. letting the fruit and dough fill your mouth with its amazing flavor, "you know last week, i worked overtime to help the night shift! it was so fucking fun" you sounded muffed because of the tart still in your mouth, but you dragged the end of your sentence on. "oh my god, does that mean you got to work with the cute junior?" jessie squealed, picking a chocolate muffin from the table and taking a bite. "you mean sam, the guy whos like my cousin? gross jess ... just gross but yes i worked with samual." you jokingly said, watching as dina laughed at jessie. "hey at least i want a dude, you two cant pick someone for the life of you!" jessie defended, letting a sly smirk rise to her lips.

"i see why they call you jessie messy now," dina laughed as her head came crashing on your shoulder, you pushed her off with a shove. making her push you back, you enjoyed this, the unity between you all. you could see ellie grabbing a fruit tart too, her eyes widening with how good it was, "shit i might have to go to bushes more often! this shit is good!" ellie exclaimed, making you all fall into another fit of laughter. "I'm glad you like it ellie, and hey if you come by more often i can slide you more free treats," you said as you smiled at her. jessie and dina made gagging and kissing sounds as you both spoke. you hit the back of their heads, "shut up guys, omg let's do face masks, i bought so many!" you got up and ran towards the bed, grabbing the face masks and then running back.

you laid them all out on the floor, letting the girls pick which one they wanted. dina chose a blueberry-themed one, jessie an apple one, ellie chose the orange and you were left with strawberry. "we are gonna look like ten-year-olds, that's so funny!" you said as you opened the package. you placed the mask on your face and smoothed it with your fingers, and so did the rest of them. "jessie move over, i wanna play too" you said taking the controller from near her feet, they were playing mario cart. "i claim princess peace ellie, don't try to be slick," you said, moving the curls that were now stuck down to your forehead. "alright princess, looks like I'm going with mario,' ellie joked as she took another bite of the nearly gone tart.

by this point you both were six rounds in, jessie and dina were gossiping as you kept beating ellie in this childish game. "damn mario, what happened, ain't you supposed to win?" you joked, elbowing her softly to try to distract her. "cant with those hyenas back there gagging on air" that made you laugh so hard you let go of the controller, letting ellie become first place again. dina and jessie now laughing with you, you realized what ellie had done. oh that sly bastard, "cheater!" you yelled as you grabbed the pillow from behind you and hit her head. making her raise her hands in defense, "i am no such thing!" she yelled back, moving the pillow swiftly and refocusing her character. that's how most of your night was spent, eating baked goods and a bunch of junk and playing stupid video games.

"guys we should play a game, TOGETHER!" dina made sure to include that, making you and ellie's small talk stop and focus on them. "okay d, whatcha got in mind?" ellie said as she scooted closer to the pair, and you did the same. "truth or dare," jessie said evilly, letting a sneaky smirk onto her face. you and ellie both groaned, letting out a mixture of fine's and okay's as you all sat in the circle. your and ellie's knees touched, you never really noticed but ellie was buff. her arms and thighs were muscly, like some sort of eighties eye candy, and you wanted the bait. "okay ill ask first, ms. strawberry shortcake over there, truth or dare." you thought for a second, no matter what, they would lead the question to ellie somehow so you chose the easiest option. "truth," you said confidently, letting jessie think of her question for a second. "is it true that you are super single and ready to mingle" jessie said between breathy laughs.

"way to kill me with the cringe, but yes," you replied, laughing at her idiotic antics. now that, made a smile go to ellie's face, she was so happy you were single. "now my turn, dina, truth or dare?" you asked, patiently waiting for her to answer. "truth," classic dina, never wanting to be a risk taker. "is it true ... you have a super crush on jesse- not our friend but you know ... the dude" you made sure your question was as clear as daylight. "wow getting to the point, okay, yeah sure i do!" she squealed out, hiding her face in her hands. jessie laughed, "dina you have to date him! dina and jesse sitting in the tree-", "enough" dina whined out. "now it's my turn, ellie, is it true you are seeing someone right now?" dina knew it wasn't true, she just wanted to see how you would react. no matter how hard you tried, dina could see right through you, the ways your eyes lost their light quickly.

ellie's eyes widened a bit before answering, "oh shut up dina, you know that's not true." ellie said as dina laughed. "I'm bored dina, can we go to the store" jessie wined out, getting up from the floor and starting to throw a jacket on. "yeah jess lets go, you kids be good." dina said as she quickly threw her jacket on and zoomed out the door with jess. they set you up! you knew it, those sneaky little girls! you looked at ellie, "so uh, do you have any hobbies?" you questioned, moving your body to face hers. "yeah i do, firstly i play sports here but in my free time, i draw and play guitar," jesus you almost melted under her gaze, and she played sports, and guitar? you were like putty in her hands and she didn't even know it.

dina and jessie didn't arrive until the next morning, but your night with ellie was spent talking and playing video games. like a first date kind of, at least that's what you would call it in your mind. in the early morning when dina and jessie came back, she found you both on the couch, with your limbs tangled within each other. being the sneaky devil dina is, she took your phone, snapped a picture, and posted it to your instagram.

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WHY CLARITY JUST CAME ON AW MAN! NOW I GOTTA WRITE AGAIN! also this turned into a social media au quickly .. haha.

part 3

[valeriianz]

fic talk! yay! tagged by @beatnikfreakiswriting and @hardly-an-escape <3

How many wips do you have currently?

okay, let's be reasonable about this (lol). WIPs that im currently working on, only 4. don't- hey! don't look into my Google Docs! ignore all those files. sometimes i like to jot a sentence or idea down, that doesn't mean it's an active WIP! that also doesn't mean they are abandoned. they are just... marinating. snoozing. biding their time.

Which one are you finding the hardest to finish? Why do you think that is?

oh geez, probably Savory & Sweet. it's so silly because the first chapter of that flew out of me. it was so fun to write and its a verse i definitely revisit from time to time... and technically the first chapter works as a stand alone- i don't need to write a follow up. but after i had posted it, i really had every intention to write more. but for some reason the motivation to actually sit down and write it out is fleeting. but it's a year old at this point and i just want. it. FINISHED!

What does it usually look like when inspiration strikes for you?

it never strikes when i want it to, firstly. never when im sitting down and writing. it sometimes comes when i dont have access to a pen and paper or my phone- like riding my bike or in the shower, so whatever great idea/line of dialogue/scene that pops into my head in that moment, i repeat in my head over and over until i can finally scramble to get it hastily written down lmao. but it is very random... and usually strikes when im alone and in my own head, doing nothing in particular.

Do you curate playlists for each fic or is your process different?

no. and i write in absolute silence as well. lyrics distract me and music has never spoken to me that way- not enough to influence writing at least. of course the big exception is Bolt in the Blue lmao. but i think it makes sense that im making playlists for that fic. (oh and i made one for Let Me Down Easy as well... but these two fics have literally been the only times in my entire fanfic history that i've made playlists haha)

Do you go balls to the wall and write as you go or are you more organised?

for the moooost part i have a bit of organization, even if it's a few scattered notes. i learned my lesson quite late about making sure to at least have an ending in mind before i start writing and publishing (to be very real with y'all, the reason the dreamling Road Trip au hasn't gotten off the ground yet is because i can't think of a good ending for it). that being said though, once i do have an ending sorted out, my writing process is basically chaos. sometimes plot points or arcs will change entirely... which is a little scary, but as long as i can keep my ending the same, fuck it.

tagging, no obligation/tag me in existing posts: @issylra @delta-pavonis @valiantstarlights @tj-dragonblade

[enbysiriusblack]

"Emmeline, hi." Remus smiled as she approached the small table in the library, he had picked one far in the corner, away from any other people.

Emmeline sat down opposite, glancing around curiously, "I didn't know the library was so big, it took me ages to find you."

"Oh, uh, I'm sorry. I usually study here since it's less distracting... I thought you spent time in the library often?"

Emmeline grinned, grabbing her handbag and pulling out a light blue quill, "Of course I do, I suppose I just always sit where the people and the lights are", she glanced up to the shadowed corner they sat in.

Remus glanced at her, "We can move if you want to?"

"No, it's fine! You're totally right, we should be concentrating. So have you got any ideas yet?"

"Me?" Remus frowned slightly, "Oh, well yeah I have a few."

"Great", Emmeline smiled at him, "Then we can just do one of those! It'll be easy!"

"Did you not have any ideas you wanted to put forward? It's fine if you don't, of course, I just thought you would."

"No, not really", Emmeline adjusted her headband before carefully writing her name neatly on a piece of parchment, "I've been swamped with other classes at the moment, you know how it is?"

"Yeah that's understandable, well I thought we could do our project on the imperius curse and we could reflect on its connections to amortentia, asking if it could be classes as a lower form of the imperius curse in a potion format, with both giving someone control over someone's being. Sirius was telling me the other day about amortentia making it easy to be controlled through manipulation of the obsessive love it gives you, and he said they'd have a lot of books here that we could use for our research."

"That sounds perfect! So have you read the books already?"

"I thought that's what we could do today?" Remus smiled awkwardly, "You could read one's about the imperius curse and I could read ones about amortentia, or the other way around if you wanted, then we can talk about what we found and compare and contrast them."

Emmeline nodded, "Yeah, sounds great. I'm good taking the imperius one, it seems easier."

Remus grabbed his cane as they both began to stand up, "Right", he glanced to her slightly confused.

An hour later, they were both back at the table, now filled with various books. Remus was messily scribbling notes as he read an old looking book. Emmeline's own book was open but she was instead doodling an owl underneath the two sentences she had previously written.

She glanced up to Remus with a small sigh, "How long are we doing this for?"

His eyes drifted up to her, "Oh, sorry, did you have something else to do?"

Emmeline shrugged, "It's not that. It's just we've been here for like two hours already. I cannot read anymore."

Remus nodded in understanding, "Yeah, of course. Um, I'm not quite done with my section, but if you've got enough notes on the imperius curse then I can just finish up mine alone and we could meet to talk more tomorrow?"

Emmeline immediately started packing up her things, "Okay, yeah, let's do that!"

"I can keep onto your notes for you, if you want?"

Emmeline passed him the sheet, and swung her bag over her shoulders.

Remus glanced at the sheet and then back to Emmeline, "You only gave me this one?"

"Yeah that's it", She smiled, reaching over the desk and kissing his cheek, "You're like the best project partner, we're gonna do so great on this!"

"Thank you", Remus mumbled as she took her leave.

James came running over a few minutes later, map in hand and still dressed in his quidditch uniform, "Hey, mate!"

Remus smiled up at him, "Hi, James. Um, So I just had my project meeting with Emmeline and-"

James winced, "Ah."

"I thought she wanted to be an auror and was constantly studying?"

James grinned, taking the seat Emmeline was previously in, "She wants to, but just never manages to get the willpower to do so, I guess. She was my partner in my potions last term, and I was expecting to get the best mark ever with her, but it was a total failure. I actually had to do work, like all the work. Well, okay my dad was owling me on what to do but still. She fell asleep or started gossiping with me most classes."

Remus passed him her work, "She drew an owl."

James snorted, taking the sheet for a better look, "Well it's a very good owl."

[vonev]

The Strings Of Webs (and the ones you’ve woven)

Miguel O’Hara x reader

Chapter 3: Guilt Won't Change Anything (but you can)

Words: 3.8k

Warnings: Graphic depictions of violence, angst, hurt/comfort.  

Summary:  Your life had taken a toll, now being chased by the entire society that consisted of Spider-people, and having to disguise yourself as a therapist to not get caught. Oh, did you mention that you could stick to walls now?

Part I Part II Part III

You’ve never felt such intimidation your entire life, being stared down by a room full of people you never knew—it was like high school all over again, except this time, your life was on the line. Your eyes dropped onto the various gazes that lingered on you, awaiting your first move. 

“Fuck.” a whisper, from you, by you, to you.

Move, move, move, move—

And move you did not.

Your hands that settled to clasp together behind you in a polite manner felt incredibly sticky, so much so that you weren’t able to pull them apart; and now here you were, standing awkwardly in a room of people who most likely wanted you dead, failing at attempts of dismantling your fingers from being stuck together by a weird sticky substance.

“Hello everyone,” you let out a nervous chuckle, and rubbed your hands together to create a friction that would give you a chance at untangling the mess you had somehow created for yourself. “Lovely day, huh?” Your voice sweet like honey, and the casual approach of your tone had garnered you looks of confusion and small conversations sparkling between themselves, mostly at how foolish you looked. 

But it was all part of your backup plan; the first one? Simple, run for your life—but you evidently had failed on that one. The second one? Use your charm and charisma to distract them. 

“You guys are so awesome, you know, the whole ‘juggling a civilian life by day’ and ‘saving the entire city at night’ isn’t so easy—“ from the corner of your eyes, you could see the way some of them blushed and giggled to themselves, waving a hand at you in a collection.

From what little information you gathered about the Peter Parker in your world, he had been a normal student that had to conceal his secret identity of being the Spider-man to everyone around him; thus the shocking revelation of his profile caused a massive surge of conversations in your city. 

You could use that to your advantage.

“Oh it’s nothing, really, I’m just—“ One Spider-person spoke up, waving away your compliment as they looked away, shy.

“Yeah, I’m pretty cool aren’t I?” The Spider-man donning a futuristic gear puffed his chest out, stepping forward as the sun reflected on his glossy suit, a shiny glimmer at the edges of his incredibly well-made gun that he carried. 

Flattery seemed to be working very well, so you kept on, feeling the sticky fingers dissolving and returning to its normal state, painfully slow.

“I mean come on, look at yourself! You’ve got a cool suit and an even cooler person underneath that mask of yours—“ you were starting to get irritated now with how long your plan was taking, wanting to get away from the rather embarrassing situation you found yourself in. 

‘Pshhh’s’ and ‘stoppp’ sounded amongst their large group, 

Once the sticky substance had left your very fingers, you flashed a smile at them, and you gasped—catching all of their attention. 

“Is that a fucking flying turtle?” Your arm flew up to point at the large floor to ceiling windows overlooking the overbearingly bright sky outside, your face a display of complete surprise. 

It had been a stupid idea—but what was more shocking to you than the sentence you shouted was the fact that they all bought into it.

You saw the window of opportunity and quietly sneaked past most of the group as they all collectively let out a stream of ‘huh’ ‘what?’. Gazes still linger on the windows, blissfully unaware of your presence slipping away fast. 

“There’s literally nothing there—hey, where did she go?” one of them spoke up, and suddenly the tension in the room skyrocketed as they now all searched for your appearance. 

“I told you she was lying!”

“No you did not—“

“¡Ustedes son un montón de idiotas!” Miguel yelled, flailing as he frantically pointed his finger at you like a maniac, some looked at him in confusion as their eyes soon traced his fingertips and landed on you: who in the moment had almost succeeded in slipping away in your hunched form, having nearly closed the distance between you and the path you eyed.

This fucking guy.

They bolted after you, charging at you like wild animals would their prey, and obviously you were the prey. Truth to be told you had already grown exhausted from the games of catch the mouse you were playing; whether that’d be with Miguel, or the entirety of their society at your tail. 

Your adrenaline pump returned tenfold, hundreds, even. The tingles on the back of your neck came back once more, this time more intense than before, trailing down your entire body and fueling it with heightened senses that had you clutching at air for life. Though you seemed to be able to swerve the abundance of Spider-people chasing you with ease as you could somehow perfectly predict their next moves, the back of your neck tingled whenever they struck an attack or swung at you. You heard numerous of them shout and yell, some in excitement and others fueled by the duty they had been given—to capture you by all the means they could get their slimy hands on.

In a panic, you made a last second turn as you ran toward a closed door, eyes falling on the unknowing Spider-janitor humming a sweet tune, earbuds in his ears jamming to the beat, standing in the way of your path. He saw you before he could hear your footsteps as you sweep at the few Spider-people with your feet and lunged your body to slide across the (to your luck) slippery floor, hitting the innocent janitor by mistake on your way out. A shout of ‘I’m so sorry’ was heard amidst the chaos of noises that followed your trail.

You’d have to write an apology note to him later—if you even lived after this.

From close by, you could see the hallway of sector 8 right in front of you, the directional sign flashed at you; and you knew instantaneously where to head toward. 

The med bay.

In the span of time you were being chased down, you had already conjured a perfect plan that would (hopefully) catch everyone off-guard and lead them to somewhere else. 

At this point, you could hear the way your blood rushed to every inch of your body, see the way your body unexpectedly reacted to everyone’s oncoming attacks, your limbs harmonizing as they carried you further down the humongous hall of sector 8, you were essentially flying with the speed you were at—being able to outran a bunch of Spider-people and their super strange assortment of gadgets had you thinking whether you have had too much energy drinks the days prior. 

You felt like you could dominate the world with the amount of energy that surge your very core. 

You yelped in surprise when you had barely dodged the incoming attack of what appeared to be a motorcycle being lunged at you by jumping over it, and ducking the next series of web shots coming from the diverse cast of Spider-people behind you. Them always barely getting close enough yet too far and out of their reach as they swung and bashed themselves into each other occasionally, their movements unsynchronised. 

Your mind juggled the different ideas of escaping their pursuit, you settled on one that had you whisper prayers underneath your breath—

—was that a fucking cat in a Spider-man suit you just saw? 

Apparently so, because next thing you know, it jumped on you causing you to trip over the back of your foot and plunge from the thin platform you were on into what felt like the abyss.

You fell. 

Expecting your body to collide with a hard surface, you prepared yourself for the crash; only to be met with another surprise that had you questioning your entire existence. 

You had stuck yourself to the wall somewhere along your fall, the same feeling of those yucky, sticky substances coming back to your fingertips. You wasted no time, testing out your luck, you did a sick backflip on the wall; landing on your feet and stabilizing yourself on the awkward change of surface—you continued on with your escape. 

What was that? 

Had you gone through your whole life unknowing that you were the next Spider-man? Because you had only ever seen him with the abilities you possessed now: the seemingly heightened senses, the mind-blowingly quick reaction speed, the tool to be able to just stick himself to any surface, defying gravity.

It was all happening to you.

You screamed when you saw a glimpse of T-Rex Spider-dinosaur thing catching up to your speed, shooting webs from its tiny little wrist at you. 

If you had a dime for every single time you were attacked by an otherworldly being in what you assumed was a different world—you’d have dozens of them. Which was still strange, considering that you went your entire life not having those events occur to you until now.

You felt webs latch on your back, knocking you over the wall you were running across and catching yourself before your head could crash into the rock-hard ground, your stomach hitting the corner of the wall instead. You hissed in pain as you felt pain blossomed all over your torso, but your will stopped you from dwelling on it now—you could deal with it later, once you survive this increasingly concerning encounter. 

You don’t expect to succeed in escaping—but you would give them a hell of a time trying to catch you.

After what felt like hours you finally entered the med bay, choosing to run on the ceiling, you rushed into the place as you turned around and chucked your shoe that you picked off of your foot at the group behind you. Your shoe had collided with the head of the Spider-man at the front line, causing him to topple over—a domino effect ensued; the people behind him tripping on each other’s bodies the more they fell on top of each other. 

You giggled at the sight, ticking off a mental checkbox of ‘watching a bunch of Spider-people fall on each other’ in your newly configured checklist that you made the entire time you were being chased. 

You had managed to fend off the ones on the ground, but the ones swinging toward you proved to be difficult to shake off, like an annoying fly going around and buzzing loudly in your vicinity. 

Out of the blue, a flash of red and blue blinked at you—and you crashed into what felt like a brick wall for a body.

Ow, ow, ow—

Oh.

You wrestled your limbs against Miguel, a routine of actions you were growing familiar with, he had sent you both flying across the hall of medical bay; crashing into random objects in the way and barely evading the poor Spider-nurses that worked there as they screeched upon seeing you both blast through what felt like endless layers of walls, and soon being thrown onto the cold, tiled floor. 

“You’re fucking annoying, you know that?” you narrowed your eyes, staring up at him as he proceeded to try and pin you down with all his might. He had his arms on your sides, his legs painfully holding pressure onto yours watching your useless efforts of pushing against his chest attempting to get away, like a panicking and helpless bug about to be devoured by another on the higher food chain. 

He didn’t like that.

It wasn’t like he liked you ever.

Somehow, for some sickening reason, this man had it out for you.

Your chest heaved, looking up at him and into those peculiar eyes of his—or the lack thereof, considering they were hidden away behind a mask you so desperate want to rip off his face out of pure frustration and see the man beneath that had been the cause of your downfall ever since he arrived in your life. To your sheer surprise, his mask dissipated, revealing an unexpected face underneath—one that had you choke back a breath.

But to your horror it had been the last thing you wanted, because what was behind those masks were a pair of recognizable sharp, sizable fangs—and he was about to demonstrate what it could do; on you, just exactly how he had done it before. His arms switched to grab your shoulders, you had managed to scramble to retrieve what you assumed was a can of something and shoved it into his mouth, right as he opened them wide enough. 

He bit his fangs into the can in annoyance and frustration that you had interrupted his plan, and immediately, a string of webs shot out and stuck themselves inside his mouth and fortunately, all over his entire body, too. Trapping him in his own demise. He could only groan and attempt to tear the webs away fast, using the sharp talons on his fingertips to aid, his body still sitting heavy on top of you as he continued to struggle against the restraint.

But whatever the gadget was, the webs have been proven to be a bitch to work with—incredibly tough and not flexible once deployed, causing Miguel to wiggle around like a helpless worm on the floor. You were glad he had been the one to be caught in the mess, you would’ve been done for.

You hadn’t even known that it had been a can of restraint webs that for some reason they kept around often, and why it was found in the medical bay of all places—but you took what you could get and wrapped your legs around his torso, and flipped the position, throwing his heavy weight off of you.

Unfortunately for him, he had underestimated the extent of your determination and the will to live. Now he was beneath you, and he didn’t need words; because his look of shock and the beaming rage in his eyes said it all.

“Has anyone told you?” You quipped, a smirk found its way to tug at the corner of your lips. “Biting is rude, Spider-man.”  

You jumped off of him in an instant, flashing your newly acquired agility, looking back as you see the Spider-people soon approaching via the holes in the walls that you and Miguel had created. You scoffed, the growing pit of exhaustion nestled within your guts—if you don’t move now, you’d run out of the high and inevitably collapse under the amount of stress you had been putting your body through in a short span of time.

And so you ran.

But not before picking to survey the can, satisfying the curious itch in your brain.

Spider-catch: Webs restraint that hardens in just 5 seconds! 

By the time the group caught up to the aftermath of the scene, they all paused momentarily at the sight of their boss writhing on the ground like a fish out of water. They were at a loss as to whether to continue the chase or help their leader—some even let out a few chuckles at the incredibly humiliating sight of Miguel and even sneaked a picture or two on their phones, after all, it wasn’t as though he got overpowered and outsmarted on the regular. 

“Hey—oh,” Peter B. Parker arrived on the scene, Mayday cooing in the baby carrier, unknowing to the situation at hand as she grabbed her hands at Miguel’s direction wanting a hug from her uncle. “Wow, what a sticky situation huh?” He quipped, having to hold back from bursting out laughing at his incapacitated friend. 

Miguel could only thrash and scream into the gag in his mouth, his face contorted with so much rage that he might just burst open like a balloon popping.

Meanwhile, you had managed to find yourself in some sort of waiting room inside an office, comfortable looking sofas decorated the area with a table full of knit-knacks, as you looked around you could spot the name tag on the only door there.

Spider-care.

Wow.

They all suck at naming things.

You leaned your one side of your ear against the door, attempting to listen in, you needed to know whether someone was in there; and luck was on your side today, because as you slowly turned the doorknob and peaked through, it was empty. You walked into the room, and gently pushed the door closed behind you as a soft ‘click’ could be heard. Walking toward the desk, you acknowledge the nicely put-together room, accompanied with drinks on the shelves and an air conditioning unit that hasn’t been turned off for some reason as well as the fancy lounge chair with an armchair in front of it—for the therapist, you assumed.

You approached the rather large desk, seeing the messy documents and files thrown across the surface as well as a futuristic set of functional screens sat on top. Opening the drawers you note the random assortments of more files and one drawer containing only erasers, but the last one—

—a suit for a Spider-man.

Your eyes shot up to the door next to the room, and upon opening it you realized it had been a closet full of professionally tailored office suits. You stood there with your hand on your hip and the other tracing the finely woven fabric of the suit, pondering.

And you being you, having known to curate some of the best ideas known to mankind, you felt a smile creeping up your face.

They wouldn’t even know.

Right?

Oh you couldn’t have been more wrong.

You made yourself comfortable in your new suit (that barely fit you), tugging the loose mask and using a rubber band to tighten it in the back, patting your newly adorned office suit that probably cost more than your life's worth of salary. You had crossed your legs to appear more professional than you were qualified for—which was none. This was all new to you—the disguise and having to play pretend in the very unfortunate case someone did come in with an appointment that you weren’t supposed to look after.

And of course, the universe plays a cruel joke on you—as it always does. Because the next moment a knock sounded from the door, and you discreetly cleared your throat, faking a voice as you commanded, “Come right in.”

It had been a run-of-the-mill Spider-man that you have probably seen hundreds of times before ever since you arrived here, wherever here was. Except this one was a mess, a sobbing one at that. You held back a sigh—almost forgetting the purpose of your disguise; to sell it. You nodded at the man still sniffing in front of you and gestured to him to be seated at the lounge chair. You scrambled for a random clipboard with a blank slate of paper and a pen as you walked toward the armchair meant for—well, you, but not you you.

You coughed, resetting the cogs that started to spin out of place in your brain and flashing the poor man a nervous smile which went unnoticed—he’d have a hell of a time on his appointment today, because his ‘therapist’ knew absolutely nothing.

“So, why are we here tod—”

“Doctor, I swear, I didn’t mean to get him killed,” and at that, he tried to contain the tears that threatened to burst out once more, attempting to appear civil in front of his therapist. You were more confused than ever, but nodded along and scribbled on the paper: man…crying… 

“He was just in my arms and—and—”

“...Oh boy,” you whispered, more to yourself than anyone as you watched the poor guy shed another round of tears, you tapped your foot, impatient and anxiety-ridden, not being able to help him at all. 

“He died in my arms just like that—” a sniffle, “I hadn’t even told him how much I love him,” and cue the next streams of sobs.

Your scribbling stopped upon hearing his situation, in an odd sense, his words struck you to your core. 

Huh.

Maybe you and him weren’t so different.

“Well…Spider…man,” you start, the previously nervous stature of yours now turned into dust as you laid your clipboard on your lap and clasped your hands together, elbows on your knees as you lean in with your chin onto your knuckles.. He looked at you and gave you a small nod, listening in to what you had to say next.

“I know it’s hard for you…him dying and all,” your fingers intertwined, locking into each other as though you were trying to comfort yourself. “But I think you should rather look back at the fond memories—” the tears came alive, again, for the thousandth time. With him, it was a never-ending river. “And, you know, cherish them.” 

Hearing your words, he lifted his head up, and you swear you saw the wet tear streaks down his mask. “I’m—but…how?” Sniff, “I’m ridden with guilt, I can’t look at his pictures the same anymore, or think about him the same.” His one hand reached up to rub at his eyes.

“You should try and not let the guilt eat you up, and I would know—I am a therapist after all.” That was more so to convince yourself. You cleared your throat, “Most of the time, our loved ones remember us fondly, and we should honor them in that way, too.” You nodded, feeling a growing lump fester inside your throat. “It’s not easy, being a superhero and having to deal with this many responsibilities.” A soft sigh left your lips, “Try and give yourself a break, Spider-man, you need it.” 

“You should instead look around you and hold your loved ones close, your current friends, family, maybe even a special one that you hold dear to your heart—” You could sense the tiny, relaxed smile behind his mask, his once heavy sobs now only a few chokes of tears. “Do everything you want to before it's too late, because one day, you’ll truly have nothing left.”

The man stared into your eyes, he looked at you as though you had found the cheat code to solve his issue, but he continued to wipe his tears away—or at least pretend to. He nodded, his silent agreement louder than his words, “Yeah, well, my uncle did say with great powers—”

The door flung open, hitting the wall with a loud ‘bang’, and what—or rather, who stood in the entryway sent waves of dread down your spine.

Miguel.

That son of a b—

His eyes gleamed, a dangerous and terrifying sight to have someone twice your size pin you to your seat with only his gaze. “Comes great guilt,” he acknowledged the Spider-man with a subtle nod of respect, but his stare remained on you. “Isn’t that right—”

“Spider-woman?"

[cydanite]

The Scientific Method

Ao3 link:

Pix's fellow emperors weren't sure what to make of their friend flinging himself back into his work after the tea party. They were happy, of course, that the consequences of his strange death hadn't deterred him from his work. Pix loved what he did, it was clear to see. Uncovering mysteries big and small, learning of what had once been lost. None of the standard doom and gloom associated with ghosts had accompanied Pix's change. He was still the same old archaeologist, joyously engrossing himself in his empire's ruins.

But, that was strange too, right? Most people, upon dying and coming back a specter, would not immediately be so content. They would need time to process what had happened, to grieve what they have lost, to right themselves and prepare for the future. And Pix should be no different. He never struck them as a particularly resilient man. He was wise, certainly. But not so emotionally hardened as to let undeath roll right off his back. Right?

Yet as Oli flew over the capital's tallest hill, Pix was hard at work below him, taking careful measurements of stone foundations. He banked to land, circling in tight motions to slow his descent.

"My boy! My sweet history boy!"

Pix looked up, a smile breaking through the confusion on his face, and chuckled.

"Oli! Ahoy there!" he waved as Oli landed, skidded a few meters, kicking up dirt before coming to a complete halt. Safely grounded, he turned back to Pix with a grin. "To what do I owe this pleasure?"

"Oh Pix, always a charmer." Oli waved him off in mock embarrassment. "Can't a guy check in on his buddy? His cool history friend? We're pals, we hang out! Y'know." He bounced with each sentence, shuffling his feet and waving his arms. "Not to distract you from your work, of course. Just for company!"

"Well," Pix turned back to the expanse of stone laid out before him. The groundwork for the castle he was carefully reconstructing. "I'm taking some measurements to confirm what I have here is accurate. I wouldn't want to start building only to realize I'd mistaken where a wall should be. You're welcome to keep me company if that isn't too dull."

"No, no, I love history! Big history guy!" Oli peered over Pix's work area. A journal was open next to him, flipped open to a top-down sketch of the castle grounds. Every coordinate, horizontal measure, and corner angle was annotated. The lines were thin and precise, tiny penmanship making the most of the space and crowding the paper in a sea of numbers. Over them, though, a scattered few corrections stood out like a sore thumb. Large, messy scrawl with uneven pressure and several blotches where the pen had slipped from his hands. The pen sat disregarded, half-submerged in the inkwell.

Oli shuffled on his feet. "Do you need any help, king? I could take notes for you if you'd like?"

Pix followed his gaze and smiled. "Not a king anymore but- thanks, Oli. That would make my work a lot easier. I, uh, still haven't got the fine motor skills figured out." He flexed a transparent hand before him, wiggling his digits. Oli picked the pen out of the inkwell and wiped the excess ink off of its stem, before sitting on the ground and placing the journal on his lap. Pix turned back around and resumed his measurements.

"You can flip to a new page and just write the measurements in a list. I'll transfer them to the plans later."

"Can do." The bard watched intently as the archaeologist fell back into his work, taking careful measurements of the lines of stone on the ground. The conversation lulled into the occasional back and forth of information.

“West gate western wall. Four meters.”

Oli turned away from softly tuning his lute and scribbled the numbers down. “Gotcha… hey, Pix?”

“Yeah?”

“I just wanted to say: You’ve been pretty gung-ho with your work recently! Really got that ‘go get-em’ attitude, despite-uh, the… complications?”

Pix is too far away for Oli to make out his expression, but there’s a few seconds pause before he responds.

“There’s been some growing pains, sure. But I enjoy what I do.” He peers over his tape again. “West gate western wall inset. Eighty-seven point five centimeters.”

“Eighty-seven… point five. Okay.” He holds the page up to the breeze to dry the ink. “...About those growing pains, I’m just curious-”

“Oli, you can just say you’re concerned about me, you know.”

“I’m trying to be tactful, Pixlriffs! You know I don’t have tact! All I have are my looks and the speech pattern of a poor Victorian orphan boy!” He stopped flailing the journal in his hands and set it down beside him for the sake of not flinging it down the hill. “You crumbled into dust! Dust, Pix! And now we can see through you, for Christ’s sake!”

“No need to remind me.” He gets up from his kneeled position on the ground, wiping the dirt from his hands and turning to face his friend. “I appreciate your concern, I really do. You’re a good friend. But I’m handling the situation.”

Oli crossed his arms. “Not by throwing yourself into your work, no?”

“No-” The usual warmth in his voice is gone for just a second. Pix pauses before steadying his voice again. “I’m not avoiding the problem, or coping poorly elsewise. I’m just… treating it as I would any other mystery I come across.”

“How so?”

Pix fiddles with the measuring tape in his hand, winding the cord around his fingers like a snake. “Well… first I set a question. What is the use of this artifact I found? How old are these carvings? What does it mean now that I’m a ghost?”

Pix wakes up in his bed back home, gasping for a breath he couldn’t take until now, adrenaline still welling inside of him. Once he realizes where he is and what just happened he doesn’t hesitate to throw on a spare elytra and zip through his nether portal. Though his hands fumble with his rockets, the flight back to Glimmer Grove gives him a few moments to calm down and think about what just happened. Had he just been caught? Was it a hidden assassin’s attempt to claim his crown? Maybe Glimmer Grove’s curse had suddenly exhibited a new and deadly effect?

And then he arrives, cautiously rounding the corner to speak with his fellow emperors, all huddled in a group on the stairs he’d just succumbed under. And when their eyes finally settle upon him, the horror they’re filled with makes his blood run cold.

Oli listens intently. “Alright, then what?”

“Then I hypothesize. Think about what direction I should take my research in.”

The tea party is decidedly over after this. Pix drifts away from the dispersing crowd, unease filling the empty space. It’s… he’s not gonna lie, it’s a lot. Sighing, he presses his palms to his temples, rubbing them. Something sharp makes him pull his hand away. Curiously, he feels around on his head and runs his hand over a few sharp points, and connecting those points is something shriveled and ashy. He traces the vines around his head, culminating at the sunflower he had placed in his hair. A petal falls into his hand, gray and withered. He goes back to the vines, feeling how they circle his scalp. The occasional larger thorn pointing upwards like a shark’s lower jaw. It’s almost as if… like it’s blocking him from… it would be impossible to wear the Crown like this, right?

The grave look he saw in Scott’s eyes replays in his mind.

Pix continues. “Next is research. Consulting my studies, my books.”

His floor is carpeted in scattered paper. Historical texts, maps, theses, investigative reports, legends, folktales. Anything that might mention the Crown in any capacity. A web of signs on the wall spout disjointed theories and leads. Several are dyed an approving green. Even more are dyed a discrediting red. He’s fairly certain that the Crown had killed him, though through what means he doesn’t know. An enchantment, perhaps? Or maybe a curse? Whatever it was, it did not want him putting it back on.

He hangs a sign on the wall. “Crown only allows those it deems worthy to wear it.” He steps back, thinks for a bit, and dyes the sign a cautious yellow.

Assuming the Crown had this effect before it was last sealed away in the Capital’s catacombs, what makes him different then its previous owners? After all, none of them wore it and withered away, as far as he knew. It would probably have to be something objective. Enchanting a crown meant to be transferred between owners with a subjective kill switch trigger would be incredibly dangerous. And if that was the intent, he’s surprised there isn’t any record of this curse in his books.

In that case, it would probably have to be that he isn’t royalty. He may be an emperor, i.e. the land he lives on gave him its blessing. And have the abilities that come with that, i.e. access to the magic of inventory, respawn, crafting. But being an emperor does not royalty make. He’s simply the caretaker of the Ancient Capital, one with no subjects to his name. Much like how Shelby acts as warden to The Evermoor, home to just her and a healthy population of frogs.

He places another sign on the wall. “Crown only allows royalty to wear it.” This one feels more solid. The crown was only meant to be worn by royalty, so a curse preventing non-royalty from wearing it doesn’t dissuade its purpose. It was extreme, yes, but so was the history of the Crown. A legacy of assassinations and betrayal. A well of dark emotions that stray magic could easily leech onto and, over a long enough period of time, solidify into a dangerous curse! It fit together like a jigsaw puzzle. The Crown is cursed to kill non-royalty. This curse wasn’t enchanted by a person, but by a pattern of events, so it isn’t deliberate or necessarily useful. Pix dyed the sign green.

Then a wire crosses in Pix’s brain. The curse isn’t deliberate. It’s crude, simple. If A, then B. If not royalty, then execute. Pix is both non-royalty and an emperor. He has access to the magic of an emperor. He can respawn.

The deathrattle curse of the Crown. An unstoppable force. The undying blessing of an emperor. An immovable object.

Both dead and alive. His breath hitches in his chest like a brick.

And so the logical conclusion.

Should he ever lose the Ancient Capital’s approval…

Oli sits back down, pulling his lute back into his arms and fiddling with the strings.

“Alright, I see where this is going. I’ve taken a science class before. Next is testing, right?”

Pix looked past him, staring down at something intangible behind Oli. He then turned back to his foundations, unspooling his measuring tape again.

“I’m in the middle of that now. West gate pillar footprint. One point two five meters squared.”

[whumping-valentine]

🦌 Fawn and Hunter - Part 14 🦌

"The Apocalypse"

Content: ??? Idk this is kinda tame. Nothing whumpy happens. I suppose Stockholm syndrome and captivity, mayhaps. Oh also people die but that's whatever lolll.

3,200 words

Hey y'all, it's time for part 14! I meant to get this out like over a week ago now but I got distracted by drawing because I'm trying a new art style and am absolutely obsessed with it.

Since I've gotten lots of followers since the last part's release, here's the Masterlist if you wanna read it!

As always, I apologize for my writing quality 😓

Enjoy! 🛸

     Severin's adaptation to werewolf life in a cult was difficult and surreal, to say the least. Not to mention scary. No one had yet realized he wasn't actually a part of the pack, though some have commented on his unfamiliar smell. The trio assured them he'd been here for a while now. Agnes and Anthony's rank was enough to keep them from prying any further.

     The good news was none of this speculation had gotten back to Ethel. If she heard of the suspicions and wanted to check it out for herself, Severin would be a goner. Surely she'd also figure out her two top dogs were behind it, too. That wouldn't be good for anyone.

     They've made it by for a week now, and news was starting to circulate around Severin's spacecraft…

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     “I'm here at the sight of the crash in the small town of Woodmar. An apparent UFO has wrecked in the middle of the woods. Authentic, or hoax? Let's find out.” A news reporter spoke. She and the cameraman inspected the wreckage while commentating.

     By now, it had run out of power, so none of the technology worked. While the craft might have been able to be explained away as an art project, the destruction it left in its wake didn't have the same level of excusability. As soon as this story got out, it was sure to gain traction all over the internet. It was the most definitive proof of extraterrestrial life the world had ever seen, and it was right here, up close and personal.

    Both the reporter and cameraman got noticeably more excited and scared as they inspected. It got harder and harder to pass off as anything other than the truth of what it was: a UFO. The two of them talked about how they wished it was a live broadcast instead of a pre-recording, they wanted the world to see this immediately!

     In the middle of the reporter's sentence, the microphone's signal was unexpectedly cut off, and the camera stopped working completely. The two inspected their devices, unaware of the creatures who stalked them from behind the trees.

     In an instant, both the reporter and the cameraman were shot dead.

     A pair of aliens emerged from behind the bushes, guns in hand as they approached the human corpses. They looked down on them in scorn before inspecting the ship.

     “Oh, of course." One of the aliens groaned, "You know who's ship this is? It's Severin's!”

     “I always knew he wasn't cut out for this." The other shook their head, "Should we tell The Council?”

     “No, of course not. We cannot let them know someone has already fumbled the mission, they will think poorly of us all. It's not good that the humans are already suspicious of our plans. We need them to be oblivious, at least for a little while longer.”

     “What do you suggest we do?”

     “There is not anything that we need to do. It wasn't a live broadcast. All we need to do is destroy the camera, and the evidence is gone. By the time the news station realizes the reporters they sent are missing, it'll be too late. We won't need to hide anymore.”

     “We’re already here, aren’t we? We’re already infiltrating. It’ll only take a few days now before we have control over this pathetic planet. By the time The Council arrives to survey, the human race will already be enslaved and ready to serve the Empire.”

     “I sure hope so.” they said, "So long as the fuck up doesn't fuck it up anymore than they already have..."

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     Hunter let out a sigh as they awoke, groaning as they stretched their arms, bones cracking.

     “You sure slept in.” Fawn mumbled, already wide awake, sitting with their hands cupping their head, “Though maybe it’s 8 am and I’m the one up early. Who knows.”

     “Mm. You sound depressed.” Hunter mumbled, “It's day 40, you know? Hooray, give it up for day 40!” They cheered sarcastically.

     Fawn sighed and rubbed their face, “Oh, human life is so short. I can't believe I'm wasting away my precious days trapped here doing nothing! My precious, sweet young days! Why couldn't it have been when I'm older, at least then my glory days would've been behind me!”

     Hunter chuckled, though it was more sad, “Glory days are a myth. Don't worry about your youth. Some people peak early, others late, and some not at all. Some people die before their good days. Some never had a chance in the first place.”

     “Yeah, because people like you took it away from them.”

     “I know.” Hunter said, though it wasn't remorseful nor regretful. It was simply an admission, or acknowledgement. “I won't pretend to be a good person. I'm not. Though… I do wish I could've done things differently.”

     “What, you expect me to feel sympathy for you, or something?”

      “No, of course not. I'm not looking for pity, I don't want pity. I'm just stating how I feel. How you feel about that in return is up to you, I don't fucking care.”

     “Really? Because it sure sounds like you do.”

     Hunter sighed, “Look… this isn't easy for me to say, but I'll finally tell the truth for once. I like you, Fawn. Well, not romantically or anything like that, but I… I enjoy your company.”

     Fawn wasn't sure how to respond to that.

     “Jesus, I say something sentimental for once in my life and you look at me like I'm insane.”

     “Well…”

     “Yeah, yeah, yeah, I’m already insane.”

     “You’re a murderer.”

     “I know.”

     Neither spoke another word. 

     One of the members walked into view with two plates of food.

     “Oh, day 41, even better!” Hunter said. The member placed the plates on the floor, before introducing themself sheepishly.

     “Um… hi. My name is Severin. I'm… from space?” He said, awkwardly pointing upwards.

     “You're an alien?” Fawn questioned.

     “Shh, not so loud! I'm… not supposed to be here. I'm planning on leaving soon... with… two of my friends. They told me they wanted you to come with us.”

      “What, the two people who took us here in the first place? And now they’re making you do the risky job of getting us out? Yeah, friends that I’d definitely trust.”

     “You don’t understand- ugh- look, do you want out or not?”

     “Of course I do! Are you kidding me?”

     Severin unlocked the door, “Then follow me and stay quiet.”

     Fawn's eyes widened. Oh, this was happening fast. They quickly, yet cautiously with suspicion, stepped out of the cell. Hunter hopped to their feet to follow.

     “Can we leave this one here?” Fawn whispered. Hunter folded their arms, and Severin shook his head before hurriedly rushing both of them out.

     He snuck them up the stairs where Anthony and Agnes were waiting to help keep cover. The three acted like a shield, even though there wasn't anyone else around. Agnes and Anthony had managed to get them to leave the area due to their height on the hierarchy. They'd said Ethel wanted them for something. Once that was figured out a lie, it'd be over for them.

     Ethel will surely find out about all of this and won't be pleased in the slightest, but the twins made their decision to leave no matter the cost. Once a nice distance away, Agnes and Anthony took off their masks, heaving a sigh of relief.

     Agnes had long dark brown hair that looked choppy and uneven. Freckles lined her face, her eyes were tired and grey.

     Anthony had short light brown hair, that was a slight bit lengthy and very, very messy. Just like Agnes he too had freckles.

     “Oh, wow. You guys look… normal.” Fawn said.

     “Huh? Why?” Agnes questioned, “What did you think we looked like?”

     “I dunno, like werewolves, I guess.”

     “What do you mean ‘like werewolves’?”

     “I don’t know, like all hairy, or something.”

     “Is that racist?” Anthony asked.

     “I don’t know, you’re the werewolf, you tell me!”

     “Listen,” Agnes said, changing the subject, “We may be out, but we aren't safe, and we never will be. Anthony and I were Ethel's top members, when she realizes we're gone, she's gonna come and find us. Especially once she and the rest of the pack also notice the humans are missing, and we gave them false directions, and then the rest of the whole Apocalypse stuff…”

     “So… what do we do now?” Fawn asked.

     Anthony shrugged, “I dunno. Try to survive, I guess.”

     “We need some kind of plan.” Agnes said, “Ethel will find us, and she'll be angry.”

     “And the other invaders have to know I've messed up badly by now…” said Severin.

     Fawn clasped their hands together, “Welp, it sure sucks to be you guys. See ya!”

     Agnes scoffed and folded her arms, “Do you really think you're safe? You and your friend here are more screwed than we are.”

     “W- okay, first of all, they're not my friend, and secondly… I'm still leaving.” they said, and turned to leave, walking away.

     I didn't call it the Great Human Extinction for nothing.” Anthony yelled out to them.

     Fawn stopped and turned, “And why did you call it that?”

     "Why do you think?”

     “Well… considering I’ve seen werewolves, vampires, and now aliens, I’m gonna guess an overthrow of Earth?”

     “Pretty much, yeah.” Agnes confirmed, “Worst case scenario is you die. Best case scenario is you’ll no longer be human by the end of this. Or both. Both is highly likely.”

     “Well that’s great to hear.”

     “If you don’t end up dead or a non-human, you’ll be enslaved by my people.” Severin said.

     “You guys are the best at delivering good news.”

     “See? You're screwed, too. We're in this together.” Agnes said.

     “I didn't ask to be in this in the first place!”

     “Do you think anyone asked to be in this? No, we didn't. Our chances are stronger together, so you can either go and fend this off alone, or bare the storm with us.”

     “Ugh.” Fawn groaned, “Fine.” They said, folding their arms. Everyone looked to Hunter.

     “What about you?” Agnes asked.

     Hunter responded, “Bold of you to assume I have anything better going on in my life.”

     “Well then, we have a group at least.” Anthony said, “that's a start, right?”

      “Barely.” Agnes said, “Let's get out of these woods, first and foremost. We'll go from there.”

     And so, the group of five made their way through the forest. Anthony was anxiously trying to rip apart his mask, Agnes distracted herself by gazing up at the trees, and Severin jumped at every cracking branch. Hunter looked unbothered, and Fawn felt like they were running a marathon from how fast their heart was beating.

     As they walked, they could see a building up ahead through the trees. They could feel their heart flutter as they picked up their speed. Once their feet hit the concrete and they knew where they were, they took off without a second thought.

     They ran down the street as fast as their legs could carry them, running all the way up to an average, inconspicuous house. It was small and feeble, but by God, it was home.

     Fawn nearly burst the door down as they unlocked it with a hidden key. The first thing they did was collapse onto their couch, and began sobbing. They weren’t sure if it was out of relief, fear, sadness, or all of the above. Probably all of the above.

     Agnes, Anthony, and Severin followed them inside, while Hunter stood in the doorway. They rubbed their arm awkwardly as Fawn cried, feeling… strange. Guilty? Did they feel guilty? They felt intrusive just being in the doorway, so they turned around and sat in their front yard.

     After a minute, Fawn’s cries slowly dwindled until they were left sniffling. They felt like they could fall asleep right there as they were. They were exhausted in every sense of the word, and now for the first time in months, they felt they could truly, finally relax. They were home. On their couch. It felt like everything could be okay again…

     If it weren’t for the whole apocalypse thing.

     Fawn took in a deep breath, exhaling it in a mix of a sigh and a groan. They pushed themself up, sitting criss-crossed on the couch. They rubbed their eyes under their glasses, then just sat. Sat and stared at the dirty carpet of their living room floor.

     Nothing would ever be the same again, nor would it ever be how they’d hoped. All of their plans, their dreams, their entire life, it was gone. It didn’t matter if they were still trapped with Hunter at the cabin, or by the werewolves, or even if they were right here back home on their couch. It would all end up the same. Nothing mattered anymore. They wondered if it ever did.

     They stood up from the couch after what felt like hours, and walked up the creaky wooden stairs to their bedroom. Their heart skipped a beat as they turned the old knob. Everything was just as they left it before going out on their walk.

     They grabbed a spare pair of glasses they had, and they weren't prepared for how amazing it was to see without cracks. They sat on their bed and stared down at the old pair, running their thumb over the cracks. Their hands began to shake, and they tossed them away to the floor, landing in a pile of clothes. They reached for their medication on the bedside table and stared down at it.

     It would be so nice to not feel like they're dying all the time, but… They’ve already been forced to stop taking them all at once, and considering the whole apocalypse thing, they doubted they’d be able to refill their prescription. This bottle was all they had left, and it would be for the best to just deal with the anxiety- as awful as it may be. At least they weren’t someone who needed drugs in order to live…

     Their favorite old jacket was thrown over a wooden chair. They put it on, and it felt like the most comforting thing to exist. So warm and secure. They picked up a handheld mirror that laid on their desk and took a look at their reflection. They knew their hair had grown over the last few months, but seeing their actual face really put it in perspective. Their hair was down past their shoulders. They couldn’t recall the last time it was that long.

     Before going back downstairs, they grabbed a wooden baseball bat they had lying underneath their bed. Agnes and Anthony were being nosy as they innocently looked through Fawn’s things, but Fawn didn’t care. Severin looked fascinated by the alien-to-him objects, typing stuff down on his half-working tablet.

     Fawn left their house where they saw Hunter sitting criss-crossed in the grass, picking at the clovers and dandelions. They cautiously approached them, sitting down next to them with a bit of distance. Hunter glazed over to them with a side eye, keeping their attention on the ground.

     Fawn twiddled with their thumbs, and fidgeted with the loose threads of their jacket, unable to think of something to say. It was strange, what they had. They were a captive and a captor, a victim and a murderer, a fawn and a hunter. Yet now, they could almost feel like… friends. Fawn scrunched their face at the thought.

     Hunter was the one to break the silence, “Why are you still here?”

     “What do you mean? This is my yard.”

     “Oh. Yeah. That is true… I guess the better question is, why am I here, huh?”

     “Yeah, Hunter, why are you here?” Fawn said, “That’s not even your real name, either, is it?”

     “No, it’s not. Does it matter?”

     “If you wanna sit in my yard and rip up my grass then yes, it does. Tell me your real name or get out.”

     Hunter shrugged and got up.

     "Wait, you’re actually leaving?”

     “Hey, you gave me an either or and I took it. Have fun with your group of four, I'll finally fuck off.” They said, and began walking away down the street.

     “Ugh- wait.” Fawn said, getting up to follow them. Hunter didn't stop walking.

     “What, grow attached to me now?”

     “Fuck you.”

     “uh huh. I see."

     "Fuck you." Fawn said again, "The woods were my only escape, and now it’s the fucking apocalypse. No one has anywhere to go. This is it… why… why did you even take me in the first place?"

     "I... I was sadistic."

     "What would you know? You're not me."

      "That's not the reason. At least not the main one."

     “Earlier today, you told me you liked me. You… kept me because you were lonely.”

     “You say that with a lot of confidence.”

     “Well I’m right, ain’t I? You decided you liked me, so instead of killing me, you kept me. That’s what you did.”

     “Is it?”

     “Yes! You literally told me!”

     “Did I?”

     “Yes! Today!”

     “I don’t think I said that.”

     “UAGH!” Fawn groaned, “You’re fucking impossible! You’re infuriating!” They plopped down onto a curb, putting their head in their hands. Hunter leaned against a street sign.

     Fawn sighed, "... Back... when I was sick and you were taking- taking care of me. That was- it was the first time I've ever been cared for like that. Not even my own mother showed me that kind of kindness. I- I just can't deal with it.”

     For a moment Hunter’s face softened. Just a moment. “What, so I remind you of your shitty mom?”

     "No, you're like my shitty mother if my shitty mother was also a fucking creep who gave even just a single fuck about me."

     The two sat on the curb in silence as they stared out at the sunset over the skyline. The air was warm with a gentle cool breeze.

     "Ooohhh, I see. So I'm not like your mother, I'm like your mommy." Hunter teased, and Fawn turned an embarrassed shade of red, making Hunter chuckle. They sat down next to them.

     Fawn finally spoke, "Fuck. I think I have Stockholm syndrome."

     "Hey, at least you're self-aware. Spending 41 days trapped with me as an equal fucked ya up, didn't it?” They teased, nudging Fawn with their elbow.

     “You're not funny, or cute, or quirky.”

     “I ain't sayin’ I am. I'm an asshole who likes to torment people. I think you need to care a little less."

     "Does it even fucking matter anymore? It's the end of the world, Hunter!"

     “Yeah, so what better time is there to stop caring?”

     “We’re all going to die. You heard what Severin said. The aliens want to enslave us, the werewolves want to use us as some kind of godly sacrifice, and the vampires… what do they want? Our blood, and- oh, god, is Anaira okay?!”

     “Okay, look. Sure, maybe the world as we know it is ending. Sure, maybe we're all doomed by the narrative. But that doesn't mean we can't fight to the end, does it? I mean, you said it yourself, nothing matters anymore. So let's forget about trivial problems and fuck shit up. There are no more consequences.”

     “If there are no more consequences, then I should be able to strangle you right here, right now. Beat you with this bat."

     “I mean… yeah. You could try. You think once this whole thing really gets going that the police are gonna care? Or rather that they'll still exist at all. It's a time for anarchy, it's time to actually eat the rich. It's time to fuck around and find out. What's there left to lose? So, yeah, you can try to strangle me. The only person who'd be stopping you is me.”

Fawn stood up, and began walking away.

     “Where are you going?”

     “Well, it's the Apocalypse, ain't it? So let's get prepared.”

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🦢Twitter Snooper 🦢 (Fem! Y/N/Tim Klitz) (1/?)

Word count: 837 (I know its short! Sry!)

Tags: Mature, profanity, overall pervy-ness from Eli, no actual use of Y/N, reader works for Onlyfans, fairly tame!(so far...)

"Hey guys!! Merry Christmas! I bought a set just for this season. I hope you all enjoy <3" The caption read. You were posed in a cheeky, lace lingerie set with green and red accents. You had been posting on twitter ever since you turned 18. You caught many peoples attention quickly, and it helped you realize a path you hadn't thought of until then. OnlyFans.

Twitter would be the perfect place to advertise it, and you would be making money off of something you already enjoyed doing.

That's how everything started. Klitz’s eyes shot open, mouth hung, pupils darting from Eli to Matt.

“Hey Klitz, you good man?” Eli chortled, eyebrows askew. “Yeah you seem a little shook up” Matt agreed.

“Yeah I’m fine! Just another stupid thing Elon is doing.” He wittily replied, coming up with a lie as fast as he could. Eli was the one who suggested to scroll Twitter when he got bored of the porn tapes he “studied” for film school.Klitz’ s eyes shot open, mouth hung, pupils darting from Eli to Matt. Klitz agreed just to get himself away from watching it with his friends on a big screen, at least this way he could have a little bit of privacy. That is when he came across your picture. He didn’t even recognize you until he opened up the picture fully just to see your face greeting him.

“Hey, I’m gonna go get a drink, want anything?” He timidly questioned the tripod.

“Yeah just a Dr. Pepper.”

He shifted his way towards the kitchen. Phone still open in his hand, hidden against the cloth of his khakis. He opened the fridge door, a little more security between him and the living room. He lifted his phone, opening your profile. He inspected your bio, profile picture, and even your banner just to make sure he wasn’t imagining things. Your profile pic was you with a soft, pink filter wearing a bikini top with pastel, heart shaped cups. Your banner was a pattern of those candy hearts with phrases like “Lick me” and “Cutie”.

Your bio simply said: “Miss me! Miss me! Now you gotta kiss me! ~<3”

He stood there trembling, feeling so hot even in the cooling air of the open refrigerator. He imbedded your username into his memory, taking a screenshot just in case. He grabbed the drinks and headed towards the living room.

• • •

Klitz’ s phone buzzed. At first, just a quick *bzzzt* then silence, he decided to ignore it when suddenly the buzzing became rapid. Klitz gave in and opened his phone, greeted with Eli’s name sprawled across his screen a numerous amount of times. He opened the text.

(Eli:) Dude “something with Elon”??? Bullshit. What good shit did you find??

(Eli:) Im being dead serious dude, what did you find??

(Eli:) Istg answer me dumb fuck

(Eli:) wait, was it someONE?????

(Eli:) OH MY GOD DUDE WHO WAS ON TWITTER?

(Eli:) ARE THEY INTO YOU? ARE YOU GOING TO FINALLY NOT BE PUSSYLESS KLITZ???

(Eli:) wait. No i cant lose my virginity after YOU. Im coming over.

(Klitz:) First of all, no girl was hitting on me. Second of all, dont come over. Im studying and dont need more of a distraction than you are already providing me. Third of all, Its my phone, my business, my shit. See you at school tomorrow.

Right as he hit send, the “bing” was accompanied by the “ding-dong” of the doorbell.

He opened the door to a playfully aggressive Eli and perplexed Matt. Eli pushed Klitz into the living room and onto the couch, spewing out ridiculous accusations along the way.

“You can’t lose your virginity first, that’s not happening, I’m not going to let that happen!” Eli spat, pacing the room, punctuating the sentence with pointedly wagged fingers towards Klitz.

Matt’s ears perked up.

“Wait, Klitz do you have a girlfriend?” He interjected between the interrogation scene.

“Guys, no. I don’t have a girlfriend, no one is hitting on me, I’m no where close to losing my virginity soon! Leave me alone Eli, and check your texts, geez.”

Klitz put his hands up in defense and defeat.

Eli’s eyebrow quirked up.

“You still haven’t answered if you saw anyone you recognized.” He prodded.

The room fell silent then erupted with wise words from Eli.

“So you did see some puss!” He whisper shouted while scrunching Klitz’s shirt, shaking him about on the couch.

“Ok! Ok! I will make a deal with you. If you leave right now and don’t blow up my phone, I will tell you at school. Deal?”

Klitz bargained with the horndog, which was immediately accepted with full enthusiasm as a hand came down to Klitz’s, shaking it jarringly.

“Deal!” He exclaimed with immense force. He quickly hurried Matt and himself out of the house, feeling as if they got out fast, the truth would get to him faster.

Klitz flopped sideways on the couch with a sigh. He opened his phone and into his twitter.

He had a lot of “studying” to catch up on.

Authors note: This was supposed to be posted around christmas, sorry it's so late! This is just one chapter! Im not sure how long the series will go on. I hope you enjoy! :)

[starsscarmyceiling]

Hello! I notice that you are a voracious Merrical shipper! This is a thing we share in common. I'm looking to write a few Merrin/Cal drabbles or shorts. I like to think I'm pretty alright at that part, but not so alright at coming up with initial ideas. Would you care to drop me some prompts you might have rattling around in your brain? I consider my strengths to be romance, fluff, hurt/comfort emotional type stuff. Space Chicken Soup for the Soul or something. Anything that allows me to say something about them as a romantic couple. Thanks!

I MEAN…what gave me away?? LOLOL of courseeeeeee I am a voracious shipper of our fav space ginger jedi and space goth best girl!! I am honored you’d reach out to me for such a thing anon. I do feel like I always just have fic ideas banging around in my head like a bunch of loose not approved space trash, so I would be happy to help! Now, did you want canonverse or AU prompts? Well I am here to give you both like the feral Merrical that I am. (also space chicken soup for the soul I cackled)

I hope you love tropes!

Haha some of these are just a few sentences and some of them are whoops Katie got a little carried away and already wrote out half the fic for you in the most unhinged, blathering manner you’ve ever seen so prepare yourself for that (it’s actually a lot of them so…🙃)

Canonverse:

Canon Compliant:

Alright, who doesn’t love a sexy spy intel fic? Yeah, pretty stereotypical plot, buy HEY listen. Okay, typical gathering intel mission at some cantina somewheres (and they are not together in my mind because of course that makes it more fun). Maybe there’s a drink or two…oh hey maybe even some dancing to appear nondescript…and wow hey they are at just the right place to complete the mission but OH—what is this the people they’re spying on are actually coming right for them WHAT SHOULD THEY DO TO DISTRACT—um come on is this even a question?? I personally think it would be more unexpected and satisfying if Cal were to be the one to initiate it.

Because of course he’s wanted to do this, kiss her like this, feel her like this. He’s kind of surprised he’s held out this long, and he’s nervous, feeling like he’s made a mistake because she’s not responsive, so he’s already formulating his extreme apology once they are in the clear—

He feels her fingertips slowly touch at the skin on his neck as her lips respond to his. The way in which it escalates caused Cal to forget what its intended purpose was because his brain blanked out as her body pressed to his, arms snaking around his neck now as it only seemed natural to wrap his around her… you know, something like that

UM, SPARRING??? Xcuse is there anything better?? A Jedi and a Nightsister can you imagine? It starts off innocent enough, but then hey Bogano is hot—perhaps Cal takes off his shirt, they get competitive trying to one up each other, Merrin takes off her shirt idk and of course there’s gots to be banter banter banter sethy sethy banter sethy, we’re all watching like YO these two want to SMOOSH their FACES TOGETHER RIGHT??? They have a moment, an impasse if you will, where they are very close or are actually just pressed up against one another, or hey maybe even one falls on top of the other—I’m not picky.

They realize they’ve gotten too carried away or crossed a line 🥵—blush blush or lingering lewks—but then they get a hold of themselves. Because hey, that’s a normal thing to do, right? Just have this sexually charged sparring session and brush up against your bud in the process?? I mean, we’ve all been there…

They’re both embarrassed, trying to scurry away to preserve their dignity…Merrin walks away first and then Cal like grunts with his hands in the air like wtfff why didn’t I kiss her??

~Later~ Cal’s beating himself up in his cot, tossing and turning on just how much Merrin means to him because it was weird and awkward for them at dinner and was he really imagining everything that’d built between them?

Cal just can’t let this go and gets up to confront her about it, and he gets up to find her in the hallway walking towards his room, and—he sees her face and automatically deflates because there’s conflict on her face. They again awkwardly kind of be like saying at the same time I’m sorry about that oof whoops I didn’t mean that unless maybe—okay well GNIGHT—

Cal goes back to bed, sits on his bed and sighs, knowing he biffed it again—almost starts spiraling disassociating, and then shakes his head like man wtf am I doing go to her—so he gets up again—he goes up to her door, hyping himself up, but then like two seconds later, Merrin opens it, and they are shocked, they stare, Cal goes in for it—pulls away—they stare—they both go in for it and hehe idk wtf do you think happens after that???????????//

Um, I am envisioning a dynamic where like, there has been some flirtsing between them, but nothing that has really committed to the bit, you know? And then they go on either a mission or go like to a marketplace (somewhere public) wherein one notices how much the other is getting checked out, and they are like ooof wow everyone in this Cantina is seeing how hot they are how could I even have a shot??? Well let me tell YOU babes…you do. you have a shot. You have the most shots. Just…shoot your shot. I feel like there should def be some unintentional swagger going on and the other is like wow why are they being so hot rn…THAT is rude.

They get home…there’s an awkward feeling where they don’t know how to act around them…and the other is like um tf is up with you??? And it’s like they forgot how to be a person around them…what?? What is hUmAN iNteRaCtIon???? Would you I—how do I—*wheezes* Okay the more I write this out the more fun I think it would be for Merrin to be getting all flustered about this (esp because she is usually the one that is seen to be more composed). It’s up to you but come on there is much room for Cal busting out that charm he doesn’t even realize he has and Merrin is just 🥵 swoon. Also him taking off his shirt for no reason or looking hawt while doing Jedi shit. Then she just snaps. We love to see it. Just think about it. I know you are. Please write this shit for us I beg of you.

I also like the thought of Cal looking for something in the mantis, and he accidentally picks up one of Merrin’s things without thinking about it and sees an echo from her. It actually isn’t sad. It’s a happy one, which for some reason seems to only make it worse. He doesn’t exactly know how to address it with her and starts to feel awkward around her. Sometimes he really resents the fact that people’s private moments are just projected into his head. They are tasked to do something together on another planet, where she eventually confronts him on why he is acting weird. He tries to play it off with some lame excuse and she sees right through him and stalks off.

He sighs, setting out to find her, where she is at like an outside café or hell somewhere super secluded. Cal sits down with her without a word. They are silent for a bit, but then he tells her of a happy memory that he has of him and Jaro and their battalion, or maybe something from the temple.

She is happy he’s shared something intimate with her, but then she questions where this is coming from. Then he is pulling something out of his poncho, dropping it into her lap. There are profuse apologies coming from him and tells her what he saw. It was a complete accident. Upon seeing the object, she tells Cal it’s fine she knew he didn’t do it on purpose, but there still seems to be something bothering her.

Cal says how sometimes it’s easy to forget there were better times before this, and thinking about those memories now almost makes them feel tainted.

Merrin tells him that she thought she’d never have another happy memory again. But then she tells him of the first good one she made with him. He smiles, feeling bashful. Merrin says knowing that I still can be happy makes me feel like my past wasn’t for nothing. And I have you to thank for that. They decide they should be getting back and stand…one of them starts to hesitate, and the other notices, asking what is wrong…but then the former approaches them and perhaps they kith I mean of course they kith this is a fanfic after all I mean what else are we doing here.

Who doesn’t love a mission where Cal has taken too long (with Saw or the partisans or whatever), and Merrin is really starting to worry that something bad has happened to him. She can’t feel him through the force and she has devolved into a nervous wreck (up to you what the state of their relationship is at this point). Cere and Greez do their best to try and distract or comfort her. she feels her heart rip apart in her chest because she just cannot go through this again—she’s already lost her sisters and almost lost him too. Him being gone and uncertain of his fate is making her face how she truly feels about him, which makes it only worse.

She is trying to distract herself with practicing her magicks, menial tasks, meditation, sparring techniques that Cal has taught her—which just makes her think of him just like everything eventually does.

And just when she thought she truly was going to lose her mind, resorting to shutting out these feelings she’s only just realized, she feels him, something that is only a flicker compared to how bright he normally feels—and she’s running, she can teleport, but she just wants to chase this feeling of where he is—because if she doesn’t she is just simply going to lose her mind—

There he is, at the top of the ramp, and there is this moment where they meet eyes (and wow our boy could certainly be injured, which could explain why she didn’t feel him before), and they are running towards each other—and wow what a beautiful reunion of DON’T EVER SCARE ME LIKE THAT AGAIN and such things. Could have a debriefing session looking over the sunset of Bogano where ✨feelings✨ are discussed. If they aren’t together certainly someone shoving their face into the other for the first time, or if they already are def have the L word thrown around…also there has to be a ‘coming back to you was like coming home’ moment because yes. Should be full of fun timez.

Canon Divergent:

I love love looooove the idea of Merrin has been able to get off Dathomir and becomes a bounty hunter (and Ventress is alive and thriving and living her best life OF COURSE), and perhaps they sometimes work together (it is my own personal HC that these two are aunt and niece together but I digress). And guess who are the most wanted beezies in the galaxy??? JEDI. And there’s a redheaded Jedi going around causing a lot of trouble.

Merrin is on a planet and happens to find him in a Cantina. He fits the description with his build and his hair, despite the hood he is trying to conceal himself with. Perhaps most people would miss him, but not this Nightsister. She follows him to somewhere secluded, and he of course senses her and is like um why are you following me…you know the answer to that, she says. He knows he’s discovered and so don’t we have a FUN Jedi Nightsister brawl. Both catches one another off guard with their abilities…but of course we know who has to get the upper hand if this fic is going to progress.

Cal is captured…there are some fun moments in captivity where Cal is like please don’t do this…do you really want to give the Empire what they want, and she is just like fuming Jedi are liars and selfish thieves bit. Could go a few different directions from here. I like the thought of another group ambushing them, and Cal offers to help and she is like no you are my prisoner and he is like girl would you rather die? So she reluctantly says FINE Jedi—he ends up accidentally touching something of hers in the midst and feels an echo that you know, reveals some sad shit and she is like WTF ARE YOU DOING WE NEED TO GET A MOVE ON IT BUDDY—

They end up having to crash land anyway—perhaps onto an uninhibited planet or one with a small population…Cal saves Merrin, and when she wakes up and realizes what he has done and she is almost resentful. Why would he do such a thing. She takes her anger out on him. And he just takes it all. And it makes her even more angry that he isn’t even reacting to it like he was before.

Eventually when she is done, he tells her that the Jedi weren’t the monsters she was told they were. Perhaps he even busts out the object he touched before and tosses it to her. He apologizes and explains what happened on the ship before he stands, explaining everything that needs to be fixed on the ship.

He’s walking away, but he pauses, idk if you want to bust out the ‘I know what it’s like to lose everything’ line here but I don’t think it would be a bad place. Or at least something to that degree. And you know what progresses after that…(psst, it’s their relationship) Holy shit the more I’ve gotten into this the more I need it please someone write this I may die without it!

(OR—another direction you can go with it is that they are both captured by WHOMSTever and they have to work together to escape…I mean who could truly stop a Jedi and a Nighsister reluctantly working together? I truly pity the fool)

Clone Wars AU where Cal and Jaro are assigned to try and recruit the Nightsisters to try and get the upper hand in the war with Dooku (lol I wouldn’t say exactly a Dark Disciple route but that’s up to you). Merrin is voluntold (the opposite of volunteered) by Mother Talzin to try and become allies with the Jedi (they could have their own shady Nightsister ulterior motive going on as well), and Merrin reluctantly goes with the Jedi. And oooooooOoOooo wow the shenanigans that can ensue from that. (Merrin also has to try really hard not to lose her shit over leaving Dathomir for the first time in her life). I’d imagine a lot of frustrations from both parties. The clones mercilessly make fun of Cal and his Nightsister gf (but they also have to tell him what’s up). He thinks she’s unreasonably obtuse and rude, and she thinks he’s frustratingly smug/arrogant. Merrin could prove to be a definite asset in battle. Cal probably thinks it’s hawt 😳 OH NO SHE’S HOT SEE LOOK HOW WE GOT HERE WE LIKE TO HAVE FUN HERE.

Now suddenly she’s mysterious and complex, and he’s frustrated that he wants to know more. He’s actually the sweetest person she’s ever seen and she’s angry about it. She constantly has to check in with her sisters and it’s getting harder and harder to go behind his back or deny that she maybe might not hate him anymore she maybe even may want to smooch him WOAH who knows. They bond over feeling used in this war. Come on. You got it from here right?

AUs:

Modern:

Idk why this has been in my head but like—(I imagine them as good friends with insane chemistry, well, they always have insane chemistry but you know what I mean), and they are at a party, probably drinking involved, because that could give you some like beer pong shenanigans if you so choose. They have a good fun time, maybe there’s a moment where either one of them (depending on who’s POV you are using) thinks it’s gonna happen. Merrin smiles in just the right way, or Cal says something dorky and adorable like he does, and I mean…they’re in a fanfic, so of course they get INTERRUPTED—

They may either be too tried or too drunk to leave, and they end up both on the couch, and hey at the time it seemed like a perfectly normal thing for them to just fall asleep like that. Cal probably still tries to respect Merrin’s boundaries and though her face is like literal centimeters from his, he tries his best to give her space and awkwardly contorts his body so he is still not touching her. But Merrin still rests her head on his arm anyway, and both of them feel that warmth and rush throughout their bodies because maybe perhaps also Cal tucks her Merrin’s hair behind her ear just before they fall asleep—

AND IN THE MORNING, they’re closer now, both of them in that haze of awakening, their lips are ever so barely touching, BUT THEN—they spring apart. Their eyes are wild on each other and within this space, seconds tick by as the gravity of that sinks in before they give each other one last heated look and then they are just macking on each other let’s GOOOOOOOO

My goodest frond @arosesee (who thought of this and the next three ideas) actually just came up with this one, and I LOVE it. A direct quote from her, “Mom Merrin subbing for Dad Kestis at a PTA meeting I would DIE,” and I mean basically. And I am not even someone who normally goes for fics with kids, but omg I would go feral for this one. Can you imagine? Cal is friends with all the moms and they are just smitten with him, and they are always like so when do we get to meet your wife?

And he’s like lol y’all ain’t ready for that smoke…but then hey Cal gets sick or something and so his goth wife has to step in and demand why they aren’t disciplining her children more I mean do they know who their father is??? And the moms just had no idea what Merrin was about, so they are just a bit surprised. UGH, I would be obsessed. Obsessed.

A stranded island survivor metrical fic could be fun. AHHHHH omg can you imagine all the arguing and the bickering and the 👀 —back to bickering again

“Oooooorrr a one-shot meet cute tourist trap with Merrin working the cash register and Cal the campy decked out tourist tripping over himself cause he doesn't want to be inconsiderate but ohmygod she's so pretty

He like TOTALLY drops his wallet (probably drops it twice)”

He’s like there for a thing—like maybe a family thing with Cere and Greez and it just turns into them constantly running into each other (um should the wallet dropping bit be throughout uh yeah I think so and at the end SHE picks it up akakakakakkakk), and finally she eyes him, sighing, and invites him to the hotel bar or a local spot, basically just yanking him along and Cal is just like okAYYYY 😍

“Ooooh one more idea, both of them are college RAs for the same dorm building, and it's super awkward but FINE during the meeting but then they have to plan weekly socials for the baby freshmen TOGRTHRr and like it's fine like so totally fine”....Narrator: it was not fine

This one was suggested by my boo @galacticsirensong: “Listen I want a carnival AU now with Cal going on the ferris wheel alone cuz his date stood him up. He bought allllll these tickets and doesn’t wanna waste them. So he decides to hop on the ride but the carnie operator is like yelling into the crowd STEP RIGHT UP! STEP RIGHT UP!  ANYONE WANNA GO FOR A RIDE WITH THIS GINGER? WE GOT A LONELY GINGER, LADIES!! ANY TAKERS??

Merrin is like at her aunt’s palm reading tent nearby (see this is where I continue to push forward that Asajj is Merrin’s aunt agenda leave me alone). She overhears the ruckus and notices  Cal is completely mortified. So she just squeezes through the narrow gaps of people, goes up the steps, takes a ticket from Cal and hands it to the operator without a word.”

Cal barely has time to register her before she sits down and starts moving, and he like clears throat um--

Merrin’s just like I hate this ride operator he’s always trying to embarrass people like that so I am doing this out of spite

Then they kind of notice one another may be cute and well Cal’s stumbling over his words like he do, and Merrin pretends not to be flustered by it because she is into that shit, and once the ride is over....Merrin’s just like well let’s spend the rest of these tickets

Because you know, out of spite for Cal being stood up

AND THAT’S IT

Harry Potter:

Either them being students or teachers. But Cal is a NERD happy go lucky Hufflepuff and Merrin is a typical broody Slytherin. Perhaps they have to work together either on curriculum or a class project, and neither are really that happy about it. I could see Cal trying to be overly positive about the situation just to be able to get through this because she is such an edgelord, and Merrin could take it as him being insincere or fake. (IF they are students, you can play around with Merrin rolling her eyes at Cal being a teacher’s pet, but then at the same time she is a total know it all LOL).

(ALSO could Cal still have his psychometry powers I know this an AU but come on it’s a crossover we do what we want who is to say an Earth wizard can’t do such a thing)

They could come from tragic pasts that they are very reluctant to share…but somehow they manage to start…getting along? Lol I love the thought of them rolling their eyes at the other houses like omfg Ravenclaws are such know it alls or the Gryffindors are such bruts. Maybe there’s Quidditch involved…only adding to the rivalry. But that is for YOU to decide, isn’t it???

Old West:

Sorry I am on some Red Dead Redemption shit but I simply cannot help myself but to shove all of my favorite things together alright. (@namesonboats I am looking at chuuu 🤠) Cal is apart of some kind of roaming squad (IF you chose a band of outlaws I wouldn’t be opposed), and they are in this one town for a bit. He starts to go to a general store where a Russian aunt and niece run it, and a lot of people just assume Merrin doesn’t even speak any English and dismiss her a lot of the time. But maybe he’s seen her at one of the saloons or tending to one of her horses and thinks that there’s more to her than what she is presenting to the world (and lol she is prettyyyy 😍)

He goes into the store with Greez one day, and he ends up asking Merrin something, and Greez is like lol why do you bother she isn’t going to answer you. Cal is like pssssh this girl is trolling all of you I just know it. Merrin looks at him like he’s grown a second head, and then Asajj comes out and starts to put on the charm and Merrin just yeets right out of there.

Perhaps Cal was wrong. Maybe she didn’t understand him, but that doesn’t mean that he wouldn’t want to get to know her. So he just continues to go to the store anyway and keeps talking to her all the time (We all know the boy can ramble let’s go). Maybe he even runs into her at other parts of town, or even on the outskirts where she’s taken her horse out, and he happens upon her while he’s on his. She does some target practice with a pistol and he’s impressed. He wished he at least knew her name.

There’s a Russian woman in their group, and Cal asks her about a few Russian phrases, to which she complies, but then asks why. Cal is all SUPER red and is just like LOL NO REASON K THX BYEEEE!

Cal goes into the shop, tries out a phrase or two, attempts a hello and asks her how she is doing. He feels like he is making a fool of himself, but then he swears out of the corner of his eye he sees her smirk. He asks her name in Russian, and she sighs…so Cal assumes he’s asked her wrong he clearly couldn’t remember it right and looks at the ground. “Merrin,” she says. His heart races. Asajj comes out and interrupts them OF COURSE.

The gang wants to move on soon, but Cal isn’t ready to let go. It seems silly because practically every interaction they’ve had have been one sided conversations, but he still goes to the store nonetheless and tells her they are going to be leaving. She looks at him poignantly, and he still just doesn’t know if she’s pretending or really doesn’t understand. He dips his cowboy hat to her and tells her it was nice meetin’ ya milady dasvidaniya.

Merrin shouldn’t be disappointed in the American man who came into her shop all the time to annoy her, really it doesn’t matter. How could it? He was really just a nuisance more than anything else, that Calvin ‘Cal’ Kestis.

But, he was truly the only person that she could recall in what feels like a lifetime that looked her in her eyes, talked to her like a person, even if it was at annoying constancy. And GD he even learned some Russian just for her...but she tries to just forget about that handsome, redheaded cowboy all the same.

Merrin is tasked to travel to a few towns over to pick up a delivery for the store, and after the long journey wherein she is going to have to spend the night anyway, so she decides to go to one of the saloons. She rolls her eyes as she sips at her whiskey because more than one man has approached her and thought she was a hooker.

A brawl breaks out and she rolls her eyes harder. Stupid men. All of them were just children.

But then this man comes in the middle of it and tries to break it up. His voice sounds familiar, but she thinks he’s hearing things. She tries to tune it out, but notices he gets punched anyway, and his hat flies off. Yeah, no there was no denying that red hair. She wants to leave, but she can’t; she’s stuck on her stool. Once the fight finally ceases, Cal is with that small man he came into the store with sometimes as he retrieves his hat. He talks with the short man, and she thinks he’s going to leave, and he is just going to be lost to her again, but then he seems to stay for another drink, probably wanting to nurse that black eye he’s no doubt going to get.

He sits at one of the stools and downs a drink. Oh lordt should she go up to him now? After everything she’s lost, it seemed ridiculous to do such a thing, but she finds her feet moving of her own volition. Oh GOD what is she even going to say.

“That is quite the punch you took,” she says, sitting down next to him, “I probably have something in my supplies that could help with that.”

Cal whips his head to her and quickly voices her name, which she was certain he was going to forget. And he seemed most certainly shocked that yes she does indeed know English and has this whole time.

There’s smiles all around as he offers to buy her a drink and she accepts. But she also has to make fun of how terrible his Russian was.

Lol was that enough of the plot for you. AND I MEAN GD I’VE DONE IT AGAIN—

Treasure Hunters:

SHUT UP NO I AM NOT JUST THINKING OF ALL MY FAV VIDEO GAMES THIS HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH UNCHARTED GET THAT THOUGHT OUT OF YOUR HEAD. Cal and Greez are a typical team that also work a lot with Cere.

For this new job, they have to go to Russia for like whatever treasure is there, and Cere has recruited a new member, a surly woman named Merrin that was apparently an expert in Russian history and treasure and all of that (maybe even chemistry or something too because our girl is SMORT). But she is mean and yeah maybe he thinks it’s a little hot but that is besides the point. Why is she even here him and Greez have always gotten along just fine. Do they have to steal something from a Russian big wig crime boss, yeah most probably. Merrin looks WAY too sethy 🥵 in her dress as she tries to distract the men Cal needs to get around…they get caught of course and wooo, calamity ensues.

They get to the location, and whenever they have to make camp, she is always off by herself, even when Cere invites her to sit with them.

Come on this is also a PERFECT opportunity for Cal to show off some parkour skills. And Merrin doesn’t notice them. No, she doesn’t notice them at all she is adamantly not looking—dammit, she looked.

They get deeper and deeper into this job. Cal opens up about how he was an orphan and Greez took him in when they are checking out one of the rooms in this abandoned site. He doesn’t really know why he’s telling her this, but he’s just caught her sad face too many times for him to not think about what was going on in her head. But she’s made it clear she’s only here for the job and doesn’t really care about any of them, so this whole venture was useless anyway.

They still bicker, oH LORDT do they fight about everything. Cere and Greez just assume they are going to bone if they haven’t already. Cal gets all defensive when Greez asks about it like NO…where did you even GET that from omG.

They find the underground area they’ve been trying to get to…and of COURSE the gang gets separated. Cal and Merrin end up in a room they can’t find their way out of. They are STUCK. WtF Cal is stuck with this grump and Merrin is stuck with this way too enthused arrogant asshole—

They try all their options and argue the whole time. They don’t know how long they’ve been stuck in here, but Cal still insists she has the last of the water. And she insists he has the last protein bar. Maybe there was only one bed roll you never know....

Merrin doesn’t know why, but she opens up to him about how she got into all of this. Her mother, that is how her parents met in this deathtrap of an industry, was always fascinated in this treasure in particular. In some sort of stupid way, she thought she was honoring her…it sounds stupid now.

It doesn’t sound stupid, Cal declares.

And look at that they have to WoRk ToGEtHeR to get out and there haaas to be close proximity and touching for that to happen. Come on now I know you have it in you. SOOOOO, yeah that was that one.

Was that enough?? I am so freaking sorry that I pretty much wrote out like almost all the plot to like…most of these. I would start with an idea and before I knew it—I was several paragraphs deep and what is my life. No excuses…I have no way to defend myself…don’t look at me

ANYONE out there, please, if any of these ideas inspire you, take them and roll with it! You in no way are obligated to follow my outlines directly. Take it, make it your own, or follow my plot, IDC, as long as we are getting some more Merrical content out there! Hell, you could even do a combination, a continuation, whatever you want! I was having a pretty shitty week, so this was honestly a fun distraction for me to put together. I can’t believe I went this insane...but actually no I am not.

And if anyone has any more ideas, don’t be shy! Comment on this post, DM me, or write into my ask box. I would love to get your thoughts out there for all of us to see! I am like so thrilled about the amount of Merricals coming out from the woodwork. YESSS, these space nerds just belong together no matter the universe! So I really hope this helped you anon! Would love to add to this list with all y’alls ideas!

Also, if any of you wanted to bounce these ideas or any other ideas you had, also please don’t hesitate to reach out! I am always here to have a fic sesh, believe you me.

Alright, well.. I’ve rambled long enough for the next 500 years, I’ll just…see myself out.

And I am just going to tag some of my Merrical peeps (and ones I know that are around even if we haven't talked before) if you guys are at all interested in writing or contributing! 🥰

@namesonboats @believe-in-alderaan @misfitz-7 @myfaenwy @starryjediknight @dolcid @wayfaringjedi @separatist-apologist @mistressorinoco

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None of this is real - Part 2

Part 2 guys !!! I hope you'll enjoy this :)

Pairing : Brad Wolfe / Hunter X-5 x fem!reader

Words : 3k (my longest fan fic yeahhh :))

You can read Part 1 right here :) :

Turns out, O.B didn't have the time to check Brad's Tempad, being too busy "preventing a Temporal meltdown". Instead, he gave you the TVA's guidebook saying "Everything you need to know about this, I wrote about it here". So you, Loki, and Mobius tried for hours to understand what this Tempad was made for, unsuccessfully. While you were still working on it, Casey and B15 came along to talk about Miss Minutes and Renslayer's cooperation. You also learned, thanks to Loki, that He Who Remains and Renslayer used to be partners. It actually explained a lot of things like why Miss Minutes disappeared all of a sudden. During the conversation, Casey saw the Tempad Loki was holding and said he didn't have any idea what it was made for, but that it was definitely not made to block any trackers. So Brad lied to you, again. Casey took the Tempad, saying he'd try to find its utility. After that, you, Loki, Mobius, and B15 all decided to go see Brad Wolfe to interrogate him.

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So now here you all were. Mobius decided to speak to all of you before entering the room.

-"Okay, keep it simple. "Where's Dox? Where's Sylvie? And what did he do to that Tempad ?" That's all we need to find out okay ?" Mobius said to Loki, B15, and you. "But of course, Brad knows us, and he knows our tactics. But that's what makes for an interesting chess match." Mobius continued his little speech: "Okay, most of all, Brad's an asshole, so don't let him get under your skin, all right ?" Loki turned his head to look at you and B15, B15 turned to look at Loki, while you were still focusing on Mobius who was standing in front of the orange door leading to the room Brad had been locked up in. Noticing Loki distracted, Mobius inquired "Okay? Loki ?"

-"What?" Loki said innocently to Mobius to let him know that he didn't need to worry because he was not going to do anything stupid. Mobius then turned his gaze to you.

-"Y/N, what I just mentioned doesn't really pertain to you because of, you know, his MASSIVE crush on you."

-"Oh my god", you sighed, embarrassed again.

-"But I know you're a girl who's not afraid to fight, so don't get angry at him, and don't do anything foolish if he's being mean to one of us okay?"

-"Gosh drop this crush thing already. And no I won't do anything stupid... I never did !"

-""One day, you punched me in the face," Loki said, causing you to turn and look at him. You found him already gazing down at you.

-"Yeahhh but you really deserved it... and I apologized ! " you finished your sentence pointing a finger at him like you were proving something.

-"Okay," Mobius said, giving each of you a glance before opening the door. B15 entered first, followed by you, with Loki and Mobius bringing up the rear. Brad was seated on a small white chair in the center of the orange room. He turned to face all of you upon hearing the door open.

-"Oh, welcome back. Why don't you go ahead and take this Time Collar off and start treating me like somebody who outranks you ?"

-"I don't work here" Loki simply said.

-"Oh, that's a good point. You should stop talking" Brad retorted back

Loki stood right in front of Brad, B15 was on Loki's left side and you stood on his right side. Mobius, after closing the door, decided to stand on your right.

-"Hey, what were you doing down there on the Sacred Timeline ?" Mobius asked, making Brad turn to be able to look at him.

-"Making movies" he answered like it was an obvious yet funny thing.

-"Don't waste our time, X-5" B15, ready to make him speak and fast. But Brad was in a playful mood.

-"It's Brad" You and Brad said in unison. He said it out loud while you only murmured.

-"Bradley" He tilted his head like he was correcting himself to say his full name. He was really annoyed to hear his old name all the time. He had to tell everyone that his name was now Brad because no one would call him that name. For them it was stupid, his life was in the TVA, and he was a hunter so his name is and always will be X-5.

-"Right, Brad. Let's cut to the chase, shall we ?"Loki said, pulling out the Tempad he had stashed in the inside pocket of his jacket. "What did you do to this Tempad ?" Brad turned to look at you, the only person he appreciated in this room. He didn't want to answer and he especially didn't want to answer Loki's question.

-"Answer the question" You said with a soft smile on your face. He continued to look at you before sighing and turning in his chair to look at Loki.

-"It blocks your trackers" Brad lied again.

-"No, it doesn't" Loki shaked his head.

-"Yeah, no shit" Brad said with sarcasm which annoyed even more B15. She just wanted to make it quick and have answers. In order to save the TVA, we need to be fast, no time for jokes. She asked him :

-"What is it designed for, X-5 ?"

-"It's Brad" He paused, annoyed before continuing "Under who's authority are you holding me here? Because looking around this room I do not see anyone ranking high to make that call" He looked at you for a second and you shrugged.

-"I don't need approval to detain a hunter who abandoned his post." B15 spoke confidently.

-"Oh that's good, that's good. But weren't you the one blabbering on and on about how we all had lives in the timeline? Well, I went down and got my life. What exactly are you mad at me about ?"

""There are life at stake" Loki said which made Brad pause to look at him in disbelief for a moment before talking again.

-"There are lives at stake ?" Loki nodded and Brad continued, shaking his head. "You've got some nerve". He then repeated with a lower voice: "There are lives at stake". Everyone turned to look at Loki's reaction. It's true that Loki did some REALLY bad things in the past so him saying he wanted to save people was confusing. But you knew he changed, in a positive way. You all knew that. You guessed Brad just couldn't believe or understand how Loki, a villain, could change and become a hero.

-"Everyone here knows what you're doing, you know ?" Brad said which made Loki raise his eyebrows, wondering which point Brad was trying to make. "You're just trying to make up for all the terrible, awful shit you've done in your life your pathetic little man." Loki shut his eyes while Brad spoke with a venomous tone.

-"Okay, that's enough" Mobius intervened.

-"No, no, Mobius. No, it's... riveting" He paused "Keep going I want to hear more"

What the hell is he doing? You thought

-"Good" Brad said, ready to make Loki even more uncomfortable. He wanted to push him above his edges, to see if he would break his new character and let his "real", yet old, nature. "See, everything you and Sylvie have ever done to try to help has only ever made it worse"

-"Is that right ?" Loki responded calmly but firmly, he was handling the situation..right?

-"See, I've read your file. It's you, you're the problem. Every time we've ever found a you. The problem is you think you're special but you're not. So, it doesn't matter what outfit you put on, play dress up, or what little lies you tell your friends or even the lies you tell yourself. At the end of the day, you just make everything worse. For Mobius, for B15, for Y/N" He turned to look at you for a moment before continuing. "For your mother". You could tell Loki was hurt, he was now moving back and forth. How dare Brad say something like that to Loki? His mother meant so much to him. It pained you to hear that.

-"'Cause that's what you do. You lose, you're a loser."

-"I think we get it Brad" You took a step forward

-"Loki" Mobius said and Loki sighed heavily. Brad was not holding back, he was relentlessly attacking him and had no intention of stopping. "Stop trying to be a hero, man. You're a villain and you're good at it. Do that" Loki chuckled.

-"Thank you, Brad. Very much" Loki said in a ironic tone. "I really am touched. You know, you're right. I have done some terrible, awful things. Yeah, maybe that is who I am and they know" he said talking about you and Mobius. "It's the real me." He claps his hands "A loser. Always have been, always will be. Perhaps I've been holding something back"

-"Loki" you said but that didn't stop him. He started to walk towards Brad. He walked so closely to Brad that he had to slightly back up in his chair, ensuring Loki wouldn't come any closer. Brad glanced at B15 and you, seeking reassurance that Loki would be stopped if he crossed the line, but you were so focused on Loki that you didn't see it.

-"Perhaps I've just been biding my time. Perhaps I've just been waiting for a moment like this, so I can do terrible, awful things, to you." He smiled mischievously and started to whisper at Brad. "So, let's try this one more time. Where is Sylvie ?" Loki was very close to Brad, looking down at him, causing Brad to look up. He attempted to maintain his confidence, concealing his fear, but it was evident that Brad was both nervous and afraid.

-"You're way too obsessed with her." He said to you and Mobius "He needs some therapy, I can recommend some".

-"Okay, come on" Mobius said walking towards them, pushing Loki backwards so we wouldn't do anything stupid. You approached Mobius in case he needed help.

-"...If you wanna work that out" Brad continued leaning forward in his chair now that Loki was far away enough of him. "Control your little pet, Mobius"

-"That got a little tense" You said, relieving some stress.

-"Hey, you wanna hear a good one? Knock, Knock" Mobius said to Brad.

-"Who's there ?" He played along.

-"Brad."

-"Brad who ?" Brad said, not really amused.

-"That's showbiz" Mobius laughed at his joke, and Loki smiled a little bit. "I don't want that to happen to you so, play along with us, answer our questions and we'll get you back there so they don't forget about you. How does that sound ?"

-"You would do that ?"

-"I will." Mobius confirmed.

-"You promise ?"

-"I promise". Brad looked at you and then at Loki and B15, saying a little "wow", pretending to be impressed.

-"You seeing this ?" He said pointing his finger at Mobius. He turned to look at Mobius again "Mobius, you could be an actor" He said with a determined, serious face that made Mobius laugh.

He still had a small smile on his face."I'm not an actor, I'm an analyst. But thank you."

-"You're not an analyst, I'm not a hunter." He looked around "None of this is real. I mean, who even are you, on the timeline, do you know ?"

Mobius shook his head. "It doesn't matter."

-"I think it does matter because none of this is real. The TVA is not your real home. Mobius isn't even your real name."

Mobius was not letting himself be destabilized by Brad: "Well, it's what I answer to."

-"Do you have any idea what kind of life you might have left behind? Who might be waiting for you back there? I mean, do you care ?" Mobius shook his head again. Loki glanced at Mobius. "You know they took our lives, and you're still here. I mean, it's kind of weird, man. I mean, you need to wake up."

You could tell Mobius was started to lose his temper, Brad just couldn't stop talking about how none of this was real.

-"I'm awake" Mobius stated which made Brad repeated himself :

-"Yeah, no. You're asleep." This situation was starting to make you anxious. It was just too much now.

-"I think we get it Brad." Brad didn't even hear you, instead, he continued talking.

-"You need to wake up Mobius"

-"I'm awake" Mobius repeated

-"And until you do, you're nothing" Brad continued. "She is nothing" He said, turning to B15 who he was referring to. He stood up "I don't know where to start with that" He said while looking at Loki. He paused and looked at you "Y/N, sweetie, you're nothing here and god knows you could be amazing" He said with a deeply sorrowful expression. "But no, you're all nothing here." Brad started yelling. He then looked at Mobius "And you Mobius, until you wake up, you're just a nowhere man. You're a-" Brad's speech was abruptly cut off as Mobius punched him in the face. Loki rushed to stop Mobius from landing more punches on Brad.

-"You're a nowhere man ! You're a silly little man. Silly little man." Mobius yelled at Brad before turning around and walking towards the door. Loki following him, he looked at you and you nodded at him.

-"Whoa...Whoa...Mobius !" Brad said, proud that he pushed the man to the edge. Mobius opened the door, Loki turned to look at Brad one more time before following Mobius, leaving you and B15 in the room with Brad. B15 decided to leave the room as well so she started to walk towards the door. Just as she was about to leave, she turned and asked you:

-"You're coming ?" You sighed. You really wanted Brad to cooperate so you needed to try something. You turned to look at him, finding him already looking at you. You joined B15 and whispered to her:

-"No I'm staying, I want to try and be nice to him to see if it could work... but you can go if you want." She gives you a "you'll be okay?" look so you simply nod at her.

-"Okay, but if anything, and I mean ANYTHING, happens, you leave this room okay ?" She whispers back

-"I promise"

-"Okay..."She looks at Brad quickly. "If Mobius or Loki ask, I'll tell them you're here." You thanked her as she left the room.

Behind you, Brad was smirking. "Need something babe?" Oh no, he needed to stop using nicknames, or else you will struggle to handle the situation. It's important not to get flustered every time he addresses you.

-“Quit the nicknames, Brad"

-"Why? It makes you nervous?" He asked with a larger smile as he decided to sit down again. He loved teasing you. But you were not going to play his game so you decided to not answer him.

You glared at him "You went a bit too far, don’t you think?” He scoffed and raised his hands in a defended way.

-"I simply said the truth. This is not our real life"

-“Yeah but it's not because some people like this life that they're weird or they're a bad person. Mobius likes his life here, that doesn't make him a bad guy”

-"But he doesn't even know his true life! He can't choose between this one and his real one because he never experienced it!"

-"It's his decision, end of the discussion." You said firmly.

There was a moment of silence between you two. You looked around lost in thought, while Brad kept his eyes fixed on you.

-"You could come with me" You looked at him and he had a serious expression on his face. He was not joking at all.

-"Why would I do that ?"

-"You'll have a life on your own and a very good one I would make sure of that. You've always been one of the few people who were nice to me even though.." You cut him.

-"Even though you're an asshole? Yep, that's correct, that's why I don't understand why you won't tell me anything! We just need Sylvie's location, Brad please just tell me" It was hard for him not to tell you the truth when you were begging him, looking at him with those big pleading eyes. "It's just us Brad, please tell me". His eyes drifted to the ground.

-"Only if you promise you'll come with me". You pondered. If that could save the TVA you had to agree. You could say yes and never actually do it just like Mobius who promised to bring Brad to his Timeline even though you doubt he'd actually do that. But you wanted to. You wanted to experience a life with him, and if you get tired of it, you'll still have a life in this timeline or you could even go back to the TVA. You had nothing to lose after all.

-"Okay, I promise". He lifted his face to look at you.

-"Really ?" He asked, not believing you said yes.

-"Yeah, I want to at least experience this life."

-“And you deserve it” he smiled at you before looking down again. "You'll also make sure Dox won't kill me? Because I left my post and she's kind of scary"

-"Okay I also promise you that" you chuckled and he sighed heavily.

-“Sylvie has a new life. She’s in 1984, in Oklahoma."

You had a hard time containing your joy, smiling a lot. “My god, thank you Brad, thank you so much !" He smiled back at you.

-“I’m only doing this for you”

You were still smiling “And I appreciate it” You turned to leave the room in order to find Loki and Mobius. You opened the door but turned around. “It does make me nervous” He looks at you with furrowed brows, wondering what you were talking about, so you added: “the nicknames you use for me”. He leaned back a bit, his mouth forming a little “oh”, he understood what you were talking about. He smiled before saying :

-“Yes I know, that’s why I call you like that. I only use them for you, you know ?” He smirked

-“I know” you said blushing and smiling as you closed the door, leaving Brad also smiling like an idiot. You two knew what it meant.

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Okay but now I kind of what to write a third part I don’t knowww 😭

[i-literally-cant-with-this]

Hey, its me again. I couldn't stop thinking about that Rengoku SFW. Are you taking requests?🥺👉👈....If so l would like to request a short read of Rengoku & fem!reader, where he finds her sad and depressed because she failed in her exam.

The themes should be a mixture of comfort & sweet fluff please....Oh pretty please😭😭...

If you can't manage to write it I'll understand ❤️.. Thank you in advance❤️❤️

Yess! Thank you for sending this to me! It's my first ask <3 <3 <3

I ended up doing this as soon as my coffee was done haha!

I hope you like it! Have a great day, @flametigress

WC = Less than 1k

C/W = Fluffy, comforting Rengoku, f!reader fails exam. Rengoku teaches her a new way to study.

RASPBERRIES IN THE PARK

You got out of your friend's car and started the short trek to your front door. Knowing that he was there, waiting to congratulate you on passing your exam, was breaking your heart.

He had helped you study for hours and hours. And at the end of the day, you'd not only let yourself down, you'd let him down.

"Pffoo. Rengoku? I failed. I'm a failure. I'm a big dumb, dummy." You practiced what you were going to say before walking into the house. "No, that's not ... ok. Rengoku? You're in love with an idiot and I hope you don't want kids because they'll be half me and I'm incapable of configuring complex thinking and applying that to {subject}. Geez, I'm not sure he'd even understand that sentence."

Opening the door you walked in to see the room brightly decorated; balloons hung from the ceiling like colorful stars, there was a creepy picture of your face on a shirt Rengoku was wearing, all crumpled and creased from him sitting in it.

You'd have laughed if you weren't trying so hard to ward off the tears.

As soon as he saw the frown on your face his arms were wrapped around you. "My little firefly. Did you not pass?"

Your face was smashed into his hard chest as you replied a muffled "Noooo!" Your body bounced in his arms as you sobbed.

"I just don't get itttt! We studied so hard. We studied so hard that you were starting to know the material! How could you know it and not me? You should have taken the stupid test for me. You're smarter anyway.” 

The front of his creepy 'you shirt' was soaked with your tears now.

"Perhaps, flame, we need to implement a new method of studying? This style didn't work, so let's brainstorm. Let's get out of this house and find a different place to study. 

"Awww, no more cuddles? You can't just kiss me until I'm all better?" You whined as he pulled away.

He leaned down and pressed his lips against yours in a tender kiss before pulling back. 

"No, sweetie. We need to fix this problem, not distract ourselves from it." He whispered in your ear, "Later, later I'll make you forget all about this." He winked and you blushed. You always blushed. And he loves it.

He took your hand, helped you into his car and began to drive around. 

"I'm sorry I failed you." You said, still not quite over the blow.

"You didn't fail me, baby. You did your best. And that's all I can ask for. We'll keep working and try again. I promise you, we'll figure it out." Reaching over, you grabbed his hand and kissed the back of it. "I love you, Kyojuro."

"I love you too, flame." He squeezed your hand back. "Now, where would you like to go for our study date?"

You sat back in your seat and pondered. "Hmmmm. Maybe the library? It's quiet and no one will bother us."

"That's not going to work for what I have planned. I'll take you almost anywhere else, though." His smile was so bright you had to look away for a moment.

You were well-versed in how loud he always is. But this was a little suspicious.

"For what you have planned? Kyojuro Rengoku. What are you up to?" You asked, feeling much better already.

"My little spark, I have an idea!" He got a playful look on his face as he pulled into the park.

He helped you out of the car and lead you to the grassy area.

The swans turned their attention to the two of you as he carried the blanket to a spot under a tree.

"Here. We'll continue your studies here. It's quiet. It's semi-private. No one will bother us. Does this work for you, love?"

You narrowed your eyes at him. You knew he was up to something, you just didn't know what. So, slowly, you nodded. The hair raised on the back of your neck as you tried to decode the look he was giving you. But you were at a loss here.

"Sit, my flame. Sit and we will begin!" He was always so excited about everything. It was actually quite contagious.

"Ok," he continued. "What is the process by which you can solve {problem}?"

You sat with your mouth hanging open and your brows furrowed. "WHAT?"

He laughed so hard you almost felt like it was at your expense. "I'm sorry, love. That's incorrect. Come here."

"Rengoku, this won't work. I don't know what you're talk-- oh my goddd! Ahaha! Kyo!"

He lifted your shirt and began to give you raspberries on your belly.

Your laughter echoed throughout the park. Music to his ears.

"What was that for!" You said wiping the tears away. But they were from laughing too hard, not crying.

"That's what happens when you get a question wrong." He smirked, obviously pleased with himself for thinking of this.

"What are you going to do when I get a question right?" You asked, tongue in cheek.

He smiled at you with a gleam in his eyes. You didn't know if it was just his eyes or the sun hitting them just right.

"That, my sweet inferno, I will have to show you at home." He raised his eyebrows and nodded slowly.

"Huh? OH! Kyo! What are you waiting for! Help me learn this stuff, man!"

[harufallinwonderland]

I'm making A kinda episode 1 to my fancures so here I guess @shinysparklesapphires since she asked

....Fire engulfs the land of A kingdom as A monster chases A taller man in prince like clothing holding A 3 year old girl in A dress there clothes are tattered and burnt as they try to escape. as the monster lunges at the two two maids and two butlers cast A barrier around them. "YOUNG LORD RETREAT AT ONCE" A older man says as he sends A weak burst of fire at the monster and another one behind the royality.

"But...WHAT ABOUT YOU 4 YOU MAY BE ALL WE HAVE" The prince shouts of tears in his eyes the smoke and fire damaging his lungs as the princess cries.

"MY LORD WE PROMISE WE WILL BE WITH YOU SOON JUST TAKE THE RAINBOW NEAR US TO THE HUMAN WORLD AND FIND THE FINAL PRECURE" A younger butler says as A weird humanoid monster lunges at the prince in which he was blown away with some wind. "I CAN'T LET THAT HAPPEN" He lunges again clearly not damaged but it was to late as mournfully the Prince jumped into one of the rainbows floating off the side of the island like A waterfall then it disappeared tears in both his and the princess's eyes as the prince coughs out and in A poof of smoke he turns into A rabbit still holding onto the princess tightly crying.

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Haru opens his eyes looking around only to see his normal bedroom the sun beaming from his curtain "....what was that?".

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Episode 1

"I want to be better I promise to be better!" CURE RAJIN MAKES HIS DEBUT

THE LEGEND OF THE OVER THE RAINBOW PRECURE BEGINS

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Haru walks through the empty sidewalks of the city A earbud in his ear deciding to go through the less populated areas of town to avoid getting swept up in A crowd all was Peaceful untill he heard small "fu fu fu" as A weirdly big and weridly shaped Rabbit rabbit carry A small baby over it's head which Haru just walked past at first then he fully processed what he just saw.

"WHAT THE HELL IS THAT!?"He says pausing and staring at it in A mix of confusion and fear of what the hell that is as the Rabbit turns to him seeming to have just noticed him as well and its face contorts out of fear "OH HUMAN PLEASE DON'T TELL OTHER ABOUT U-"

It couldn't finish its sentence as Haru starts screaming out of fear "IT SPEAKS TOO WHAT KIND OF HORROR CREATURE AND IT'S KIDNAPPING A BABY WHERE ARE THE COPS WHEN YOU NEED THEM!?" he screams out before quickly running away and the Rabbit tries to chase after it but fell down with the baby falling on him leaving the rabbit stuck.

After A few minutes of running Haru stops to catch his breath "what in the hell was that maybe I was just seeing things.....of course it was A rabbit talking somehow having the strength to not only walk on there back paws AND hold the baby I doubt that was anything more than that" his thoughts run rampant preferring the thought of him going crazy than any of that being real.

"and what was I supposed to do!? that thing could be some lovecraftian horror if it could speak....or I doubt I could do much in general" Haru sighs standing up straight and looking around...."Where is the school....FUCK I LEFT THE PATH"

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"damn it and I got up early just to be A good student and I don't know where I'm going" complaints leave his mouth looking around trying to spot anything familiar in this unfamiliar town untill he saw A girl around his age with A backpack on "...maybe she is heading to school too" he walks up to her shouting out A "hey" making the girl jump glaring at him mad grabbing something in her jacket pocket with A hand that didn't have A ring on and then Haru spots A pure blue crystal like ring on her finger but was quickly distracted by the girls "Who are you catching attitude with because I know it isn't me?"

While Haru knew he was in the wrong for his mistaken tone but her raising her voice at him activated A switch in him "OH sorry I spoke out of line but uh I have A question and if you can stop being rude for A se-"

"Well I refuse to answer"

"It's really A simple question!"

"I still refuse"

Haru grits his teeth trying to stop himself from being rude again "Oh fine Miss. Prissy Can't even ask someone for simple directions huh" he was just about to walk off but the girl spoke up "Have you never heard of Google maps" and it took all of Haru's willpower not to run away from embarrassment.

"Of course I did! I just...wanted to learn how to get places without help..." Haru wanted to just wanted to sink into the earth at what he said and how hard he lost this argument and the girl was about to speak up again but Haru ran away before she could say anything leading to her yelling "Glad you know how wrong you are"

Haru wanted to scream but he totally lost that argument and somewhat felt bad for starting A argument where it wasn't needed and in shame he turned on his phone and went to Google maps "I swear I don't know if I want to say sorry or avoid her completely if I see her again"

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After A quick walk he finally arrived at his new high school grabbing his schedule from the office walking to his first class from the direction of the office lady gave him and entering thankfully it was before class while most kids were in the lunchroom for breakfast but A certain someone catches his eyes and the same could be said for said person

"YOU!" Haru and the girl from eariler say at the same time leading to the few kids in class staring at them confused and annoyed as the girl quickly walks up to Haru dragging him to the back of the class where less eyes are and giving A icy glance at anyone still staring taking most eyes off of them "what are YOU doing here?" she whisper yells at him

"Is it not obvious that I'm here cause I'm A student?"

"damn it I could tell you were new but I thought you were be A younger student with that punk personality "

Haru looks at the girl up and down "Our heights says otherwise" the girl lands A slap on the back of his head which resulting to him doing the same thing to her but she barely dodges with A slight *bomp* before she goes to grab her pencil to stab him and him doing the same thing but they are forced to stop and hide the pencils behind them as the teacher comes in as they start pretending to act all buddy buddy.

"oh Miss Ako are you two acquainted?" the teacher asks her and she nods "friends already Miss." she lies through her teeth and Haru stares at her with A face of someone wanting to rip her throat out but the teacher eithers don't notice or doesn't care as she is not paid enough to care "oh that's good class is not starting for A bit so maybe take him for A tour"

"of course miss!" she says dragging him out the room panting like she was holding her breath the whole time "listen bra-"

"BRAT!? SHOULDN'T YOU BE IN A MIDDLE SCHOOL RIGHT NOW" Haru yells out getting A kick in the leg making him wince in pain and he karate chops Ako on the head "Yeah you BRAT I refuse to let you even have A chance of ruining my perfect reputation with the teachers so you will take this tour we will be nice to each other for the class and part ways and pretend we don't hate each other for the rest of the year"

"And if I don't?"

"Well I can't be specific on if you don't BUT if you do I'll let you copy off my homework and notes whenever you need"

Haru thinks it over "hmmm could be worth it....fine" he nods his head he can act friendly and who knows could maybe tell her he's sorry at some point...if he feels like it.

"good now lets start this tour" she says walking off Haru following "this can't be so bad" he thinks to himself.

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"I CAN'T GET RID OF THEM" is all the both of them can think of class after class they can't be separated and it always starts the same they seperate after A class happy to finally be rid of each other for the day just to end up at the same destination surprised and then find some way to compete with each other to best the other.

It started off with social studies it was A simple online map quiz game where it's A competition on who can list all 50 states first and despite never caring for this stuff before and being hardly able to list more then 10 he was somehow keeping pace with Ako and won first place in A exact tie not even A milisecond off but the teacher noted to one of the more talkative students in class that he chats with that Ako had A smile that wasn't common for her in class and The new student was the same although hard to tell if it was A grin of wanting to best the other to rub it in or actual fun

and this went on making A competition of everything even A simple worksheet was one and despite Haru commons B's and C's in his old school he was working like A honors student and it was the final class them completing A test that Haru didn't even need to do to begin with at the same time and there were A few minutes of free time before class ended and the two were together for some reason defaulting to each other.

"How did you keep up I'M supposed to be the top student not some new kid" Ako glared at him speaking as if to pierce him like her words were swords but he just scoffs the words away "well I refused to let someone that pissed me off do better than me even if I couldn't be lazy"

"Jeez talk about petty"

"Girl I know you aren't talking"

"whatever brat but I guess someone like you I wouldn't mind pretending to be your friend more often you sure know how to fake it able to fool all the teachers into thinking all of that wasn't because of hate"

"Friend?" The word rings in his head as memories flash through his head of people he wish he could forget the faces of sadness some he caused... then the bell rings "sorry I gotta refuse" before Ako could say anything else he quickly walks out of the room leaving her in shock "jeez what's his problems" she mumbles to herself before her jewel blue ring starts glowing "huh...something finally happening?"

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"HOW DID I FUCK UP THAT BAD" Haru shouts to himself in the confides of his room just glad his mom isn't currently home to yell at him as he wallows in self pity "I'M BETTER THAN BEFORE I WON'T BE AS BAD BUT WHY CAN'T I FORCE MYSELF TO JUST ACCEPT!?" he flails his legs in the air as he rapidly presses the button on his switch after putting up the first hack n slash game he found when he turned it on.

"...I don't want to hurt anyone but....that's no excuse....I'M SO FUCKING DUMB WHY IS IT SO HARD TO JUST CHANGE!" he puts his switch to his side as he grabs A pillow and throws it at his window out of frustration pausing from what he said.

"...is that baby flying....WHAT IS THAT MONSTER CHASING IT AND IT'S THE ONE I SAW EARILER" He didn't know what took over him in that moment but he got up putting on his hoodie and shoes and start rushing out of his house following the scene which was something he could only imagine in A anime, A small 3 year old light brown hair baby with A small rabbit on it's back getting chased by A man in black knight armor.

eventually they reach the outskirts of town and enter the forest and Haru is wondering how he was somehow surviving such A long run but forced himself to run as fast as he could after he saw the baby get strucked down by A bear beam on energy falling to the ground but Haru grabs her before she hit the ground running deeper into the forest.

the baby looks to Haru confused on who he is but seeing how he was probably more scared then her by the flying man chasing them in the air eventually entering A part of the forest that had no sunlight unable to be observed from above Haru takes A right to throw the man off and then hides in A bush looking around "crap I hardly know the city how am I supposed to get out of here no less get to the police".

The girl was about to speak or well as well as A 3 year old can speak normally untill Haru puts his ring finger on his finger telling her to hush "Don't worry I promise I'll get you out although if the guy could fly who knows what else he got so just hold on to your rabbit bud gotta get him A vet too UGH" Haru stands up starting to walk to the right slowly well before A blast of that same dark energy swipes in front of him making him back away falling on the ground as the knight in armor walks up to him his armor clanking as he walked.

"Are you finally done being miss runaway Princess?" he said lunging at the child but Haru gets in the way sending him flying into A tree leaving him damaged but he quickly tries to get up getting in front of the baby but kneels down grunting out small complaints but not moving "huh so stubborn aye? well I'd rather not kill you so I guess I'll just make you another pawn for my queen"

"Come now show me darkest depths of your personality! come my monster!" A heart shaped heart appears on his chest and out in A cloud of darkness come memories he wished to forget.

A memory of his laughter at another's tears along with others another of him being nice just to reveal another's secrets to others and one of his alone after A betrayal he experienced all of it takes shape as A huge snake revealing itself to the world bursting from the trees "Ahh A betrayal story how pitiful now come to your cage" A cage made of pure dark steel appears about to drag Haru in well untill Haru near lifeless eyes catch The baby crying her eyes out grabbing onto his legs trying to pull him away then the line connecting him to the cage breaks light bursting as the snack recoils back wincing.

"huh!? HOW!? JUST COME TO YOUR CAGE LIKE TRASH LIKE YOU BELONG" he tries to drag him again but he just slaps it away standing up straight holding up the baby with him all of his injuries somehow gone "OH SHUT UP"

"I KNOW HOW TRASH OF A PERSON I AM I'M NEVER GOING TO DENY IT I HAVE NO RIGHT TO BUT I WANT TO CHANGE I WANT TO STOP HURTING PEOPLE WHO DON'T DESERVE IT, I WANT PEOPLE TO ACTUALLY BE CLOSE WITH, AND I WANT TO PROTECT PEOPLE LIKE ME AND RIGHT NOW ALL I SEE IS A MANIAC WHO IS ATTACKING A BABY SO I WON'T GIVE INTO MY SADNESS AND ANGER AT MYSELF RIGHT NOW BECAUSE I PROMISED MYSELF I'LL CHANGE AND THAT MEANS SAVING THIS BABY" He shouts out loud enough it would be A surprised he hasn't lost his voice as he steps forward A beam of light weakening the monster more and 4 figures dressed in strange outfits look in shock with one saying "I'd never expect this from him eariler..."

The baby grabs his hand then A yellow crystal ring appears on his hand and she screams "PRECURE OVER THE RAINBOW" then lighting covers the two in A cocoon and when it uncovers them Haru looks totally different as bits of lighting come off him his glare never disappearing ingoring the madness of all this then the baby starts floating again next to him "name?" Despite it being one word he knew what he meant he thinks it over before speaking.

"Hero of the thunderstorm making way for A rainbow to connect everyone" he does A twirl then balancing himself on one leg and his arms pointing horizontally like A lighting bot "I'M CURE RAJIN"

Then like A lighting bolt he jumps up high to the snake uppercutting it then he looks down in surprise at the height he jumped but quickly refocus when the snake charges at him but he grips onto part of the snake launching himself over the monster sending A lighting bolt at the back of the snake's head making it fall back then the knight flys up to him summoning A sword to slice at him but Rajin dodges kicking him into the snake's agape mouth.

when landing on the ground he grabs the snake tail the jumps back getting A good grip then overhead throws the monster breaking many trees with the fall, the baby flys over to Rajin and shouts "FINISH IT" and Rajin nods in response.

"PRECURE" -his fists surrounds itself in lighting as he lunges at the monster's head basically flying over the rest of the monster more lighting gathering as the knight teleports away "FLASH BANG" he fist lands on the monster erupting into A explosion of bolts of lighting and the heart that once formed the snack regains it's rainbow color returning to Haru's chest and the snake disappearing.

Rajin falls on his butt he rubs it as he untransformed all of lighting going into the yellow ring on his hand as the baby flys up to him hugging him crying tears of joy and other weirdly dressed people come out detransforming to and one takes his attention most "AKO?"

"Geez A hello would be nice instead of such rude name-calling." Ako rolls her eyes putting out A hand to help Haru up which he takes as A 16 year old girl with A green ring takes the baby into her arms with the rabbit already there "how did you get the ring...you aren't A chosen one" she scoffs and walks off with the baby giggling just waving good bye to Haru.

"WAIT WHAT THE HELL GIVE HER BACK" he starts to stomp over to the girl but Ako holds A arm in front of him to stop him "oh calm down they are one of us look at at there ring" Haru looks at it and at the two other teen's that are also walking away with unfriendly looks on there face.

"....WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON!?" he yells out Ako slapping him on the head "OH CALM DOWN I'LL EXPLAIN EVERYTHING LATER JUST DON'T YELL" Haru just glares her down before he remembers something just sighing.

"....Ako...I'm sorry for being rude and running away later...I'd like to be your friend...FAKE FRIEND I MEANT!" he was blushing not looking her in the eye as A smug grin comes onto Ako's face "Oh I don't know hmmm should I?"

"You bit-"

"OH FINE because I'm so nice!" she says then lets out A laugh before going silent looking away "But I was A bit rude to you back so I guess I should be A bit sorry so....I'm A BIT sorry" she says and now it's Haru to give A cocky laugh as Ako blushes.

[shzmluvrs]

Hey girlypopd luv ur fics im from ur Wattpad account so mby I get favoritism jk but I rly rly luv ur Freddyxchubby reader bc I’m self obsessed an I think everything is about me but anyway I rly need more serotonin in life an hope this isn’t too much but can I get angst like a lot mby a little tiny bit of the self harmy stuff pls sry I hav problems an if ur uncomfortable writing that i totally get that Luv u <3

Girlll, don't you talk to ME about angst, you are looking at the QUEEN of thinking of overly angsty scenarios😙🤞🏽♡. Also, ty for the compliments on my previous work, ilyily it literally throws me over the moon (no, not you, Moon🥴💀💕). I really hope you enjoy thissss✨️!! Also, this totally doubles as a thank you for the artwork you did for us, I just *sobs♡*.

~ Star✨️

Not Your Fault

Prompt: Maybe it came from your own self-doubt. Or, maybe it stemmed from your parents and their need to overdo it with the scolding. Hell, maybe it was just something often reiterated to you by strangers. But, for as long as you could remember, things never seemed to go your way. More accurately, things never seemed to go right because of you. And it was only natural that you suffered the consequences of your own actions...

Even if it had to be by your own hand...

Timeline: Post S!: FOTG

TW/Content: Self harm (if that wasn't already heavily implied/said)⚡️AngstAngstAngstttt⚡️But then lots and lots of comfort���️Reader being cynical⚡️(very smol, dw) Thoughts/Talk/Mention of unaliveness, I think, but probably not⚡️Freddy being an absolute 😇💙saint💙😇 (most of the time)⚡️Readers parent(s)/sibling(s) being annoying

Reader: Fem! Reader She/Her/Hers Pronouns

Requested By: @lukkdukkyleak

Back to the Master List

'Snap'

. . .

'Snap'

You were stuck. This was the third time this had happened to you this week. On your conclusion, no less; the very last paragraph of your essay. You'd sit down, open up your Google document, read over your own writing for the zillionth time until you got to where you had left off...

And then, with intention to finish it up, write the last few sentences or so, you'd urge yourself to get right to work. Just start writing. Get it done. Do it.

And yet, you just... couldn't. Writers' block had now become your mortal enemy, and you'd do anything to get rid of it. Because if you didn't, it'd leave you with nothing to turn in. If you didn't have a final paper to turn in, you'd automatically fail this English class.

If you failed this English class, you wouldn't graduate in the Spring. If you didn't graduate, you wouldn't be allowed to cross that stage and get your diploma. If you didn't get your diploma, your parents would surely be more than disappointed. In you, in themselves for actually thinking you could do it...

You'd have to repeat the school year, do it all over again, just to circle right back to this final English paper. And again, you'd get stuck in your own head, fighting a mental block you couldn't even defeat right now. The cycle would go on, and natrually, it'd be your own doing. Or rather, you own undoing.

Your own fault. All because you can't write a conclusion.

'Snap'

"Did you hear me?"

Your head whipped up in a flurry, letting go of the hair tie pulling against your wrist to create one final 'Snap'. An accidental one, which gained a short wince out of you at its unexpected sting before you could even speak.

The boy in front of you took this as a sign that you were distracted, happy to repeat himself while he closed his laptop in order to see you better.

"I said, 'Do you wanna go to (Favorite Fast-Food) after school?'."

"Oh." You hummed, your eyes shifting away from his chocolate brown ones and back to your screen. At its mention, you were suddenly craving (F/FF). But you also knew better than to let yourself get distracted when you didn't have to. What was most important was this essay, and if you procrastinated any longer, you'd surely miss the due date, and-

"I'll pay." Freddy quickly added, sensing your hesitancy from his own seat before lighting up even further at your scoff. A dismissive one, sure, but it came with a smile he found hard to hate; elated that he had been the cause.

"Please, you can barely afford to get your lunch every day."

"See, m'kay, that's where you're wrong, right?" Freddy began, speed-talking as per usual, which always caused your smile to grow. "(Y/N), I saved up for a whole week so I can literally get us whatever. Those silly little drinks you like? Done. Or-or fries, or whatever? Done. I will buy you the whole menu, try me."

"Okay, okay, I get it." You laughed, knowing he had already convinced you. Persuaded, sure...

...And yet...

"I would, Freds, really. But, I don't think I should."

His head tipped to the side in confusion, curls falling with which almost caused an 'aww' to leave your lips. He stared, doe-eyed, expecting his answer because you denying (F/FF) was a first. It was a bit surprising, but your reasoning, once given, was valid.

"I need to get this paper done. Tonight. If I don't, I'll just...worry about it forever, and I won't be able to focus. Another time?"

He smiled at your compromise, the heel of his foot bouncing up and down in his seat as if he just couldn't wait for whenever "another time" would be. Hopefully soon, sending about a thousand nods your way before speaking.

"Yeah, sure, no problem!"

The bell rung, students around you rushing to pack their things away now that they were no longer confined to the hell that was Fawcett Central. You did the same, not that you were exactly excited to return to your own home. Your hopes lied in the assumption that you'd be able to rush quickly to your room. Not to be bothered for the rest of the night as you finished up your work.

"But like, are you sure, though?"

You tossed your head back, a joking groan escaping your lips as the two of you squoze yourselves between people in the hallways. And still, he went on in hopes to further convince you because, as it turned out, the boy had very little patience to wait until "another time." Something that he wasn't even sure would come.

Plus, as one would expect, he was only following his brother's advice...

"If you really wanna spend time with her, just go for it. And don't let her flake out or play hard to get. It'll show her you're persistent, and girls usually like that type of stuff. Let's them know you care."

And of course Freddy cared about you! So...

"I'm just sayin'! It'd be fun, and y'know, maybe you need a break."

"Freddy..."

"Plus...!" He interjected before you could go on. "When have I ever steered you wrong?"

"H-"

"And don't say gym class, or the Winter Carnival, or that one time with the Breyers, or that other time with the Breyers, or the glitter bomb, or...The Incident™..." He listed off with haste, all different scenarios/times where he had most definitely steered you wrong.

"Those were all just horribly timed coincidences that have nothing to do with how I operate."

"Oh, is that so?" You challenged with an amused giggle, Freddy sending you an assertive smirk right back.

"Very much so."

"And how are you so sure of that?"

"Come with me," he taunted lightly, effortlessly cycling the conversation right back to his initial goal. "Let me whisk you away, (N/N)... and you'll find out."

You couldn't help but shake your head at the dork in front of you, trying your very hardest to hold in a flattered smile at his antics. Walking backward down the stone steps as if he wasn't one off-balanced wobble away from tipping over. Sending you pleading eyes and a goofy grin along with the use of a nickname.

With the break of your own toothy smile, he knew he had won you over before you even had to say anything.

"Fine, fine...I'll go."

"Yes, yes, yes-yes-yes, I love it when you agree with me!"

"But just tonight!" You reminded, pointing an index finger that he simply grabbed, interlocking his own with it. "I'm off limits tomorrow. And Sunday!"

"Yeah, sure, you got it. You have the rest of the weekend left to do..." He waved his free hand around wildly, looking for the words he never found before finishing.

"I dunno, whatever it is you do."

"Thank god." You sighed half-jokingly, earning you a laugh you never got tired of.

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You were lucky to hear more of it, even if it wasn't in person. You reminded yourself of that over and over again as you walked home. Freddy insistent on the fact that even though he couldn't be there to walk you home himself, he'd at least stay on the phone with you until he knew you were safe.

But anyhow, you were repetitive on the fact that you had a good time, that you were lucky to listen to Freddy ramble on and on about tonight's prior festivities because of the simple fact that it had been keeping you distracted. Away from the troubling thoughts of guilt for not listening to your past self. Sure, you had a great time, but at what cost?

A waste of time to get your work done? No. No, no matter. It didn't matter now. You had done it, you had gone out and had a great time with your best friend. Now it was time to wind down and focus, return home and get your work done. You could still rely on yourself.

"Hey, it's late, I gotta go, Freds." You excused once your place had come into view.

"You make it home safe?" He double-checked, and you almost nodded, forgetting he wasn't physically there with you.

"Yeah, which is why I gotta go, dude."

"Alright, right, you're super duper busy, so I can't bother ya' anymore." He sighed through his words, smiling once he heard your quiet giggle on the other side of the line along with the jingle of your keys.

"I'll check on you Sunday."

"Wha-? Freddy, n-"

"Bye!"

And the line went dead, leaving you to purse your lips and scoff. It was a wonder you liked him, let alone had a whole crush on him, when he often times pushed at your boundaries. But, nonetheless, you were simply happy to know him at all, and-

No. No, focus. You were swift to set yourself straight, not wanting to get lost in your daydream-esque thoughts on the boy you'd been pining over for a couple of years now. That'd be your lamest reason yet on why you had deterred from your essay.

"(Y/N)...!!" The call of your name made you jump, erasing any thoughts you had about anything at all while attempting to pull yourself together at a reasonable speed. It ended with you anxiously tugging at the familiar blue hairtie around your wrist, not yet pulling it far enough back to release, but just enough to provide some odd comfort while your parent came tearing around the corner to your position in front of the door.

"Where have you been?" They asked, their tone laced with demand rather than actual worry as you stumbled to push out a viable excuse.

"I...was out with my friend, I just lost track of time."

"Mm." They hummed, never really truly satisfied with any answer you might've given as they looked you up and down. "I don't like you staying out so late, you know better. You didn't even call. You knew you had chores to do today."

"Sorry..." You mumbled, subjected back to the looming silence before they gave a roll of their eyes and sighed.

"Well, did you eat?"

"Yeah, I had (F/FF)."

"...Alright."

And that was that, your parent leaving you to yourself once again as you gratefully made the choice to head straight for your room. It was just as you left it when you had left for school early this Friday morning, which meant you had a bit of cleaning to do.

But surely, you could push that task back until later. It could always be done the moment you typed up the rest of your final paper. Without second thought, you sat on your bed and pulled open your laptop, as well as gathering any notes you might've needed together before reading over what's been typed so far.

. . .

You rubbed at your eyes until you were satisfied, your hands moving to slide above and push back your hair. As if you were ridding yourself of the exhaustion.

"Foucs, focus, focus..." You commanded yourself, repeating the word over and over again in your mind. Your fingers wandering back down to your wrist.

'Focus, focus, focus, focus...'

'Snap'

'Just focus...just write something. Just write a sentence. A word...'

'Snap'

"Ohh my goshhh..." You groaned under your breath.

'Snap'

Your (E/C) eyes wandered towards the bottom right corner of your screen, grazing over the time as if you were wasting it. Well, technically, you were. But you weren't at the same time, seeing as only a few minutes had passed since you've sat.

10:23p.m.

"Whatever, just...write." You commanded yourself further.

. . .

When your eyes wandered back to the time once more, you were left to fight the lump forming in the back of your throat.

1:04a.m.

So much time had passed, and not a single thing had been typed. You wanted to be mad at yourself but couldn't. You kept checking your phone, you kept talking to yourself, you just had to turn on the TV for "background noise"...

It looked like you'd be pulling an all-nighter this evening.

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You woke up feeling disoriented. Peaceful, sure, but only because your mind was still clouded with sleep, which left you to struggle at taking in your surroundings and the reason why your body ached.

In about another five seconds, all your memories had returned to you, and you now had the answers to all of your questions. You had fallen asleep, even after you had convinced yourself that you were going to pull an all-nighter. Even more disappointing, having fallen asleep at such an awkward angle left you with a crick in your neck that you couldn't sooth with a simple massage right away.

And to your dismay, your laptop displayed the essay that you very clearly hadn't touched. That you had fallen asleep on. You wanted nothing more than for it to finish itself at this point, but you knew better than to actually believe that would happen. Wishful thinking on top of all of the other worries you had swarming your mind. Just to set yourself straight, hastily reminding yourself you now had only the rest of today and tomorrow to finish it, you allowed yourself to stretch and shake away the rest of your drowsyness.

"What...?" You murmured the moment your finger had grazed over the touchpad, reading over the pop-up window in the middle of the screen.

You read it again in disbelief.

And then again, your anger rising at the key words; 'Remaining batter life' 'charging cable' '7%' '10 minutes of power'.

"No, no, no..." You whined, practically throwing yourself out of the bed. Your notes scattered everywhere, but you couldn't bring yourself to care as you desperately searched for the charger to your laptop. When you realized, after dumping out all of your backpack's contents onto the floor, that it wasn't even in there, you grew even more panicked, if possible. If not there, where?

Scouring your room for any sign of the black cord began to accumulate a bigger mess than had already been evident, but you found it worth it when you had finally spotted it under your desk, tangled with a bunch if other loose wires and cords which left you with the tedious work of untangling them.

By the time you had finished, your room an even bigger mess and your mind swarming with curses and exasperation, you had returned to your laptop a second too late. The screen was black and the power button on the top left corner refused to light back up, no matter how many times you pressed it until you finally had to accept the fact that it had officially died. It was only when you were mid-way through putting it on the charger and plugging it into the outlet when you also realized this meant your paper may have not been saved.

You couldn't even fathom the words to bring out of your throat in this instant, angry and inaduble grumbles leaving in their place as you fought the lump in your throat. It seemed you had just woken up and already couldn't catch a break, not that you really had anyone else to blame but yourself.

If you had just stayed up and done your work like you were supposed to instead of sitting there looking at the screen until you fell asleep, this wouldn't be happening to you right now.

"Ughh, stupid, stupid..." You berated yourself, tugging at the blue hair tie and letting it snap back consecutively. It didn't bring you any comfort, but you were convinced it was an act that helped you think better, or faster. And, like usual, it seemed to work as your (E/C) eyes glanced over to your phone.

It sat on the edge of your desk, certainly not dead when the charger was connected into it. You could quickly download Google docs and pray that it had auto-saved before your computer died, and if so, you could continue writing on your phone. You-

"Hey..."

Your head whipped around at the sound of your parent entering your room, now wanting nothing more than to roll your eyes the moment they gave a look of disgust at not just the state of your room, but your person as well.

Your clothes from last night were still disheveled, your hair more than likely a mess, and surely, the bags under your eyes weren't any more flattering.

"...You need to clean this room up, it's always such a mess in here. And you still didn't do your chores from last night, so when you're done, you need to get on that."

"Yeah, I know, I-"

"Don't tell me you know. Otherwise, it'd be done. Now get started so that we can leave."

Your sigh halted, words you couldn't quite shuffle in the right order escaping your lips in distressed stammers upon hearing the last sentence.

Leave? Leave where? You couldn't leave!

"I can't- Where are-? I have to write this essay, it's due Monday, I don't-..."

"(Y/N)..." They spoke your name through a groan, already brushing off what, to them, was just excuses. "I don't have the time to argue with you about this right now. We have errands to run, and it's bad enough that now we have to wait on you."

You wanted to apologize or... at least explain how the circumstances weren't exactly your fault. Not entirely...

Weren't they?

But it didn't matter. The words got stuck once again and your parent had left, meaning that your only hope of not letting this Saturday go to waste was to try and clean as fast as possible and do your work in the car considering you were stuck using your phone.

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'Well, that was a bust...' You thought, a scowl etched onto your face as though the expression were permanent. To say you were irriated would be the understatement of the century. Even more so when you couldn't place that agitation and blame onto anyone else but yourself.

If you hadn't procrastinated for so long, you wouldn't have an essay that decided your future to work on. If you didn't have an essay to work on, you wouldn't have felt so sullen about accepting Freddy's request to basically blow it off. If you hadn't accepted his request, you would've gotten home sooner to clean and do your chores. If you had done them sooner, you would've had more time to write, and maybe, just maybe, you wouldn't have fallen asleep so easily.

And then these errands would mean nothing to you other than a family outing because your work would be done, and you'd have nothing to worry about. But instead, and because of your incompetence, here you were trying your best to dodge and weave through crowds of other people doing their shopping. Trying your very hardest to type and walk in order to keep up with your family.

"I don't understand why you're moving so slow..." Your parent scolded lightly, urging you to do what you were already trying to do. Only your eyes lifted from the screen, just for a moment to shoot off a glare before returning to your screen and typing furiously.

Sure, your writers' block had finally cleared. But you could only ever get in a few words every couple of minutes before you had to look up to dodge. Or, be interrupted by your family, a sibling. An annoying one, at that...

"Yeah, weren't you just here yesterday with your boyyyyfrieeeend~?" They teased, leaving you to grumble.

"He's not my boyfriend. And yeah, but we went straight to (F/R) and ate at the food court, we weren't shopping."

Your sibling rolled their eyes.

"Whatever, just saying...it should be easier for you to keep up."

"(Y/N)?!"

Speak of the devil, you and your entire immediate family's heads whipping up at the obnoxiously loud call of your name. Your eyes searched high and low, all around until they landed on that familiar head of curls and the silver of a crutch.

"Oh, hi..." You awkwardly greeted, not even loud enough for him to hear it as he approached gleefully. Normally, at the presence of your family, you'd try and usher him away. Give him the hint not to intervene and make it awkward for everyone, but mostly you. But, seeing as your family hadn't even bothered to slow down, you figured a brief conversation wouldn't hurt.

Plus, upon noticing a couple of his siblings and Rosa behind him, you didn't want to come off as brash or rude.

"I thought you said you were gonna be busy?"

The question almost took you by surprise, but upon recalling last Friday, you realized that was pretty much what you had told him.

"I am! I just...I got caught up, it's weird..."

Sensing this wasn't enough of an answer or anything excusable, you spoke further. It had inevitably dug yourself a deeper hole, his brow raising in question.

"My parents, they're just...they wanted me to go shopping with them."

"Your...parents...?"

Oh, right...they walked off....

"Ye-Yeah, they are- They were here, but I lost track of them, so..."

You were aware of how unconvincing you sounded, letting a quiet sigh escape you before checking your phone. Your essay was still intact, and- Oh! That's a good word, 'intact'... You could do something with that, let's just...add it to the conclusion...and...

What you couldn't sense was how disinterested you looked to Freddy, the boy looking back to Billy for any type of further advice. All the brunette could do was shrug from afar, attempting to entertain Rosa, who wasn't at all paying attention to the events.

Hey, mother's got to shop🤷🏽‍♀️.

Either way, to him, it looked as though you were trying your hardest to avoid him. Freddy could feel his chest tighten at just the thought, wondering why that could possibly ever be the case. Why you had become so distant suddenly. And now, you'd barely even look at him?

"So, uh...what's the deal? Did I say something you didn't like?"

"Huh?"

You hadn't looked up, leaving him to reluctantly fill in the blank for you.

"...The other night. When we went out. On that date..."

Now, this caught your attention. Your head cocked back, and your brows knitted incredulously.

"Date? That wasn't a date, I thought we were just hanging out."

'...Was...that a date?' You thought swiftly when you heard the words leave you own mouth, having not entertained such an idea before. But, now that Freddy had said something-

"(Y/N), I literally took you to your favorite place and paid for everything. And then we went to the arcade, and got milkshakes, and...well, I was gonna walk you home, but that didn't work out, as you know, since...you were there..."

"Oh."

You hadn't a clue of what to say, and the longer the silence hung over you two, the more worried you grew. Was that really a date? He didn't technically ask you out to date. He said he wanted to hang out. Maybe it was implied in his tone, and you missed it because you had been so focused on your essay.

But certainly, wasn't your essay tons more important than any date or whatever? If you hadn't gone, you would've had the whole weekend to go out on a date. Right?

Also, where the hell had your family gone? Did they even stop to think that you could really use an out right now? You had no idea what to say!

"Well, to be honest, I really shouldn't have gone at all if you think about it..."

So, you spoke without thinking. And immediately, you could tell that was the wrong answer, the words even stinging your own self the second they came out. Freddy's hurt expressions stinging even more as you lowered your phone.

"But you have time to be out and about with your 'parents'?" Why did he say parents like that? Did he not believe you? "Okay, cool. Awesome."

"I am! Was! They're here, I didn't have a choice, they made me come." You explained hastily. "Plus, I am busy. This paper is super important for me to get done, you know that."

"Yeah, I do. I also know that it was assigned months ago... why would you be doing it now, last minute?"

Holy shit... he really didn't believe you...

But it's not like you wanted to admit you had stupidly put it off for so long, either...

"Freddy..." You sighed, tossing your arms in uncertainty of what to say next. All you had was excuses. "...I didn't mean it. What I said. I'm just-"

"-Busy, yeah, I know."

More tense silence filled with the idea that you were losing him. Not only as a crush, but as your established friend as well. And god, were you trying desperately to mend it before it broke. You clicked your phone off, shoving it into your pocket completely out of sight.

"We can walk around right now if you want. Just until I have to leave?"

"Nah."

Ouch.

"I... don't want to walk on my leg more than I have to. See you around, (Y/N)."

. . .

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... 'Snap'!

"Stop doing that, it's annoying."

And you did, for a mere moment just to give a side eye towards your sibling before continuing.

Pull... 'Snap'!

Pull... 'Snap!

P u l l. . . 'SNAP'!

"Ow..." you winced.

"Would you stop it?"

"Shut up...!"

"Hey...!" The warning yell of one of your parents stopped the bickering and the rubber band pulling, but it didn't make you want to cry any less.

"Cool it back there. This is supposed to be a nice family outing..."

If anything, it made you want to cry more.

"Well, I didn't want to even be here, so..." You mumbled.

And it was true, you didn't, having wished you had protested more earlier. Then maybe your essay would be done by now. And maybe Freddy would still be your friend...

You cried.

Well, not in the car. But you did the second you finally arrived back home, to the haven and privacy of your room to let it all out. Frustrated and defeated, your wrist still stinging and itching with welts you knew the hair tie snapping would create. But you didn't care, at least, not about the last bit. It was stress relieving, so at least it counted for something good. It was done with good intent, and wasn't that all that mattered? Wasn't that enough?

Shouldn't that be enough for Freddy? He was- No, he is your best friend. And sure, you might've unintentionally pushed him away, but it was for a greater good. You were sure. Blocked him out with a good intention, if... that even existed. So, with such logic, apologizing and molding things back to normal should be a simple task, yes?

Yes, good. Perfect. That made it easy to set aside for a later moment, hastily wiping your tears and taking in small breaths before setting yourself at your desk. Not the bed, because you would not be falling asleep this time. You would write, write wrute, type, type, type until you were done. And that's final.

. . .

There it was again. That blocking feeling. But it came back different this time, unusual and almost unfamiliar to the normal writers' block.

Freddy. Freddy. Freddy.

That's what it was. That's all it was. The words you had said, his face twisted in disappointment and sadness running through your mind over and over again. How you had hurt him.

Ugh, you couldn't do this.

9:30p.m.

You couldn't bear it. And, pathetic enough, you couldn't even bring yourself to text him. To let him know it was all your fault. To even just apologize.

You went to bed.

You'd cram all of your needed tasks in tomorrow with a fresh, clear mind...

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This time, you had awoken to complete silence. And way later than last time, which you supposed was needed due to the fatigue of Friday through Saturday's events...

Upon doing some further snooping around the house, you had gathered the fact your family had gone out without you this time. And albeit you couldn't help but feel a little hurt, nobody having even attempted to wake you let alone invite you, you knew it was overall in your best interest.

You had a conclusion to write. After an afternoon breakfast and a fresh pair of comfy clothing, you situated yourself right back at your desk. Your laptop fully charged. Any and all disturbances out of sight, therefore out of mind. And eventually, after a good stare at the words already there, at the florescent blue light of the screen, the creative juices began to flow. You were off...

The blessing of finally being able to write lasted for only a few more hours, the sun setting and the noise of the city outside becoming evident as you leaned back in your seat for a break. A good stretch and rub of the eyes, a well-deserved swallow or two of water...

'Bonk-Bonk-Bonk'

Your brows knitted, lips unconsciously forming a pout at the consistent sound against your window. It confused you, the noise something you hadn't heard in a while. Something you only ever heard when expecting-

"Oh my god, Freddy...!" You gasped, having walked over and cautiously slid open your window. The sight of him scared you enough to practically jump back as he came tumbling onto your floor. A fall that worried you, of course, but neither of you could focus on that given a mere, lazy collapse to the ground seemed like nothing compared to the rest of his injuries.

"Oh my god, Freddy..." You repeated in utter dismay, covering your mouth with your palm for maybe a split second before you were immediately stooped by his side in order to help him sit up.

"What happened, why are-? Oh my god, there's so much bl-"

"-I'm okay, I'm okay..." He reassured quietly, moving his hand up and down as if to say, "Calm down." Not that it did any good, your eyes scanning over each and every cut and/or bruise you could find before delivering your final questions.

"What are you doing here? You...need a doctor or-or something, how did this even happen?"

He laughed, almost as if there were something funny that you didn't get. Some twisted inside joke. Twisted, because it left him...well... like this.

"Being a superhero is harder than it looks, (N/N)..."

A pause.

"Are you delirious or something? I- Y'know what? Okay, I-... Stay there, don't move."

As if he'd even try. He watched as you jogged out of your room, able to hear you rummaging around in your bathroom for medical aid while his brown eyes scanned your room. It seemed to have remained in the same state as when he last saw it; neat and tidy, minus a few distraught blankets and cords. He traced a thick, gray one up to your desk, noticing it was plugged into your still on and running laptop.

His brows furrowed. He could see the small words, even from his place on the floor by your window and almost wanted to slap himself.

You really were finishing up an essay. The easy, if anything. Instead, he chuckled. Of course you waited until the last second to do it. How (Y/N) of you.

He had to fight off his blush (and a startled jump) when you came rushing back into the room, arms filled with supplies and a worried expression etched onto your face.

"We didn't have a lot, but I really don't want your cuts to get infected..." He heard you mumble, shakily pouring bits of alcohol onto a cleaning pad.

"It's gonna sting..." You warned, Freddy nodding as fast as he could and sending you the wave of a hand, already knowing and preparing himself for the sensation. And when it came, he bit his lip to hold back what would've been squeak coming from his throat.

"Sorry, sorry, sorry..." You soothed through whispers, wrapping and/or bandaging as quickly yet accurately as you could. "You really should've gone to the E.R., Freddy, I can't-...I feel-...I can only do so much."

"Geez, you really don't want me around much, huh?" He joked, but even you could see the way it held some truth as your actions slowed, looking into his eyes in hopes he saw the truth in yours.

And if not, you'd damn sure say it.

"Freddy, please..." It was almost a scoff, but your tone had dwindled into something much more sincere. "Of course I want you around. I always want you around, you-. . . You make me happy, especially when a lot of things don't. Okay?"

He seemed to be mulling your words over, the boy shuffling every now and again at any certain pain that felt a little too sharp, or when you squoze a bruise a bit too hard.

"I-... It just doesn't feel that way, I guess. Sometimes, I wonder if you even like me." Again, he laughed as though he had spewed a funny joke. You couldn't return it, simply shocked at such a theory before quickly debunking it.

"I like you a lot!!"

. . .

"Sorry, that was...loud." You apologized, earning you another laugh at such sudden passion. "But I do like you, why wouldn't I? I just...had a lot on my plate recently, and I didn't know how to handle it. Especially telling you, so I just...I dunno, I guess I pushed you out, hoping you'd just... know."

Freddy smiled, one that exuded comfort and understanding before pushing your hand to the side so he was able to look at you properly. To hold your cheek in the palm of his hand and admire your face, watching at how you didn't even fight to melt into his touch.

"I'm sorry." He apologized. "I'm sorry that I didn't understand. I'm your friend, so, it's kind of the one job I had and I failed... but, I don't want you to ever feel like you can't talk to me. Or that I won't help you when things get difficult."

And for an extra touch, he gave your hand a squeeze of reassurance. The same hand which held the pad of alcohol in it. You hadn't noticed it when droplets went rushing down your hand and to your wrist, too caught up in the moment. All too ready to express your gratitude and mutual appreciation for him.

But you sure as hell noticed it when it stung you. Burned you, felt more like it, leaving you to let out more winces and whimpers than Freddy had during the cleaning off all of his injuries combined.

"Woah, hey, what's up? You okay?"

"Yeah, just-"

You were fast to yank your hand away, squeezing the sleeve of your sweater around your wrist in an attempt to aid the stinging feeling you were experiencing. This confused Freddy. Enough so to where he forced himself to fully sit up so he could properly inspect whatever was causing you any pain. It was bad enough that he had left you emotionally distraught and that he now needed you to take time off from your work just to help him heal from his recklessness...

The least he could do was return the favor of medical help.

"Here, lemme' see."

You didn't even get to go, "No!" yanking your wrist away from his gentle hold once again in a flurry of panic and unexpectedness.

"What is it? Are you okay?"

You eyes were wide and you didn't understand why you felt such dread. A fear of him seeing what you had never shown anyone, even though it had never occurred to you to be upset about someone finding out before.

Er...not that you were hiding it. Were you?

"It's...nothing, I'm fine. Just let me finish cleaning you up so I can-"

"Hey..." Freddy stopped your swift movements, his heart pounding at just the mere thought of you hiding anymore pain from him. Had someone done something to you? If so, he should've been the one protecting you. It was now his turn to experience the feeling of anxiety swelling in his chest.

"You can tell me, it's alright. I won't be upset, just... talk to me. Okay? Trust me."

And you did. You didn't know if it was his words or the tone laced within them. Whether you were just tired of fighting it or being upset with him. Or him being upset with you. Tired of pushing him away and... who knows? Maybe if he knew, then you could stop...

You slowly inched your arm in his direction, visibly shaking from both the sting of the remaining alcohol and the piling nerves as he steadily bunched up your sleeve.

At first, there was no expression. No words, no nothing. Was he even processing what he was seeing? The red, fine-lined welts up and down your wrist and forearm, some older and healing, some... very fresh. It made you so jarringly aware of how hard you had actually been snapping the hair tie all of this time.

"(Y/N)....what-"

"It was supposed to help." You interjected, fighting back tears you hadn't even noticed arrived. "I read this thing on this website somewhere, and I just- I- I read it, and..."

Tripping and stumbling over your words made you want to just give up all over again. And yet, even though you refused to look up to see the expression of disappointment on Freddy's face, you could feel it. And that was just enough for you to keep desperately grabbing at straws to defend your wayward actions.

"I... I used to...do worse, I was messed up. Really messed up, and it was the only thing that made me feel better. Relief, I mean, maybe not better, but-..."

You choked back a cry.

"I read this thing, and it said that a good alternative as a way to stop would be to snap a hair tie instead. It-It's less than... y'know... and it...I-...I'm sorry."

"(Y/N). . ." Freddy started his sentence with nothing more to say after the whisper of your name, watching as you couldn't help but finally burst into tears right there on the floor in front of him. It was a moment in time when he realized there was nothing much he could say or do, only wanting nothing more than for you to be okay.

"Please don't cry, it's not... it isn't your fault, (N/N)."

You couldn't pull yourself together enough to elicit proper words, wishing you could just express everything you were feeling in one go. Or at least console Freddy because that's what he came over for, after all. He needed you to be there for him, patch him up, and you couldn't even do that. Instead, things have come down to being all about you again.

Little did you know, it's not like Freddy much cared. He'd rather things be all about you and you be okay rather than no one giving you the time of day and you're suffering.

"Here, c'mere..." The boy urged, pulling you closer on his own accord when you didn't budge. "I'll clean them for you this time."

You nodded in thanks as you leaned against his chest, watching carefully through your tears as he slipped the pad of alcohol from your grip gently and began to pour some more onto it.

"And when I'm done," he continued. "There won't be a next time where I'll need to do this, 'cause we're gonna find some even better alternatives together, 'kay? Better than a hair tie."

A silence lingered in the air as you sniffled, only speaking up just before he could press the pad to your welts.

"...You mean like... like a scrunchie?"

. . .

"Pfft-!"

Freddy attempted to shield his laugh away from you, but quickly didn't bother anymore as your broken laugh joined in at your own distasteful joke.

"That's- No, you're- Oh my gosh, that's awful..." He spoke through giggles he fought to contain, even though the comment seemed to lift the both of your spirits instantly. Well, until he had to clean up your wrist...

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Freddy's brows furrowed when he realized the sounds of your winces and hisses were no longer to be heard, even when he'd press the damp pad to your wrist or forearm. He was about done, anyways, but he stopped to check on you and became flattered to see that you had fallen into a peaceful sleep against him.

He smiled down at you, admiring you for as long as he could while finally wrapping up your arm the same way you had his cuts and bruises. And, though he would've been more than happy to hold you like this for as long as he could (yes, even if it was on your floor), he looked around the room and was swift to realize there were still a few more tasks that needed completing.

But, most important, your essay. Considering the amount of emotional turmoil it seemed to have caused you over the weekend, he figured it should be something you no longer had to worry about. As carefully as he could without waking you, and scooted and withered his way out from under you, allowing you room to stretch out against the floor. It couldn't have been the best of comfort, but he'd address it later, making his way over to your desk and in front of your open laptop.

. . .

When you woke back up, you were alarmed to no longer feel the weight of Freddy's arms around you. It made you pop straight up, your head and eyes looking around the room like a baby bird who had just hatched until finally, they landed on the body sprawled across your bed.

You almost wish it were you, your mattress much comfier than the ground beneath you. He really just left you there on the floor and took up all of the space, pillows, and blankets, huh?

You eventually urged yourself to stand, knowing you'd have to clean up a little bit at some point and finish your paper before you could join him, but stopped right in your tracks when you noticed the change in screen.

Assignment Due: Monday, 9:30a.m.

Status: Turned In/Completed

"...What, bro...?" You muttered through a rasp of drowsiness, changing directions to head for your desk rather than the clothes and lose trinkets on your floor.

Once you were able to scroll through and read your submitted essay, which you at first thought you might've accidently turned in unfinished on accident, you skimmed over the end and were more than elated to see it had magically finished itself.

Well, okay, maybe not magically...

You looked back to Freddy's sleeping figure, grinning ear to ear at what you knew was his kind gesture. Finishing your paper for you. You'd have to thank him a thousand times in a thousand ways, as many as you could think of. Words couldn't express how grateful you were, not only for him doing your essay but for him in general. You stared at your wrapped up arm, finding yourself smiling harder than you thought possible.

"I love you." You spoke aloud, flopping onto the bed without much care, simply full of giddy for how much you adored having Freddy in your life.

"You're so-"

"...I love you, too..."

You perked up when his sleep murmurs interrupted the start of more praises, smiling down at him in both fondess and amusement as he wrapped an arm around you. Unconsciously...

He had responded to you in his sleep.

Was that a lame ending, or was that the 'Boom, super profound mega happy ending' I saw it to be in my head...?

Idk yall, you tell me 'causeeee....💀✋🏽. But seriously, I really hope you liked this, I finished it up right when my sickness finally went away so, yeah💕🥴.

~ Star✨️

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[star-going-supernova]

hey star! I just wanted to request a little ficlet, but before that I just wanted to thank you. long story short there's a lot going on at home right now, and to make the short story even shorter, this morning I had to go my dad's sentencing in court. before I went to the courthouse I was reading your fics because they really give me comfort that I never had as a kid. thank you so much for that ♥

anyways, the ficlet idea was glamrock freddy comforting gregory after he has a nightmare of glamfred being decommissioned. Its cool if you've already done something like this!

Hello, friend! I’m so sorry things are difficult right now. If my stories can offer you even a little comfort, then I’m more than happy to provide it. Here’s some classic hurt/comfort with emphasis on the comfort. I hope you enjoy it, friend! ❤️

To Be Held

He felt so young, so childish, creeping into the hallway behind Freddy’s dressing room. But Gregory was shaking, and he could feel his chin scrunching up as he futilely tried to keep from crying, and no amount of distractions could erase the image in his mind’s eye, his dream. 

Maybe it wouldn’t have been so awful if it’d been in the spirit of That Night, when the animatronics were all falling apart at the seams—some of his doing, sure, but Freddy had been his protector in all ways. Maybe if it had been over the top and as wild as anything else from back then, it’d be easier to shake off.

The combined hallway and storage area was dark—duh, it was the middle of the night—but the recharge station glowed softly. Inside, Freddy’s eyes were closed. 

Gregory slumped against the wall opposite the cylinder, arms wrapped around himself. Even with a blanket wrapped around himself, he was cold. 

Seeing Freddy both helped and made it worse. His emotions were a maelstrom, and the disorientation of waking suddenly from a vivid and realistic dream had yet to leave him. His vision blurred with tears, and his lungs hitched with aborted sobs. The silence of the pizzaplex was oppressive. 

The tiniest, helpless hiccup slipped out. 

Without even a second’s pause, Freddy’s eyes snapped opened. The recharge station hissed and turned off as the door slid to the side. 

“Gregory, my sensors picked up your distress. What happened? Are you all right?” Freddy said, and to Gregory’s embarrassment, he immediately broke down and started ugly crying. 

With the loss of the cylinder’s ambient glow, Gregory was effectively blind, even if he’d been able to see well past his tears. Over his own gasping, hiccuping sobs, he heard Freddy’s quick footsteps get closer, caught a flash of his eyes as he bent over, and then Gregory was being lifted into the air. 

“Oh, superstar,” Freddy murmured, tucking him against his chest. He made sure Gregory’s blanket was wrapped securely around him. “Did you have a bad dream?” 

Gregory nodded, pressing closer. Gosh, he felt gross already. His cheeks were wet and his nose was running and he was crying hard enough that he was pretty sure spit was slipping out of the corners of his mouth. His bodily fluids were getting smeared all over Freddy’s shoulder. He started to lean back, but whether by coincidence or design, Freddy’s hand gently cupped the back of his head and kept him from retreating. 

Slumping bonelessly against Freddy’s quickly warming body, Gregory allowed himself to be held. He fell apart, shaking and upset and relieved and scared and grateful. His eyes burned; the tears tickled when those that didn’t end up on Freddy gathered at his jaw before dripping off or sliding down his neck.

Freddy didn’t demand answers. He merely cradled Gregory, tight enough for comfort but not tight enough to hurt. It was a secure hold his animatronic protector had on him. Secure and strong and a promise in and of itself—that he wouldn’t let go. 

Swaying gently, Freddy leaned his cheek against Gregory’s head. A moment later, his hand dropped to Gregory’s back to start rubbing in soothing, rhythmic circles.

“I am here,” he said quietly, not trying to shush Gregory’s stupid weeping. “I am here, and I have you. Whatever has frightened you cannot hurt you. It would have to go through me first.”

On a normal day, Gregory would have snickered and joked back. Tonight, instead, he whispered haltingly, “They—they decommissioned you. We, we had to say good-goodbye. And I watched as they, as you…” 

Freddy hummed, as much as in understanding as to give Gregory an out, allowing him to shove away the details without having to relive them. He started crying harder, louder, already aching from the way his tense body shook. 

“I am safe,” Freddy reassured him lowly. “They would not decommission me. And even if they tried, superstar, I would not allow it.” He sat down, graceful and fluid even with a clingy, sobbing ten-year-old held against his chest. Curling forward and keeping his feet planted so his knees were up, Freddy effectively engulfed Gregory, leaving him at the heart of his protector’s huddle. 

“I will never leave you, Gregory,” Freddy promised, rocking him. 

Gregory clutched at him, drawing his own legs up to get comfy and make himself small. His breathing was still choppy, but the restless fear and anxiety in his chest had calmed. Squeezing his eyes shut, he leaned his cheek over Freddy’s approximation of a heart. The clockwork inside him was audible if he listened closely. 

Freddy began humming, something soft and slow. Gregory steadily relaxed into his arms until he was true dead weight. Careful claws ran through his hair, easing the headache Gregory had barely noticed. His nose was all stuffy and his mouth was dry and his cheeks were tacky, but it was impossible to be miserable when Freddy was hugging him like this. 

Exhaustion began to seep through his veins, heavy and thick, and Gregory didn’t fight it. He was warm and comfortable and so aware of the arms holding him to Freddy’s chest, protective and loving and careful and sure and all the things he thought he’d never have again. Freddy’s humming stayed with him as he began to drift off, and he knew without a shadow of a doubt that he’d wake up right here, safe from any nightmares. 

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"What Manny Can't Fix" Review: Chapters 20 and 21

Welcome back and welcome again to my review of "What Manny Can't Fix" a Handy Manny fanfic that- well, if I'm reviewing it, you know it's got to be bad.

Last time, we kicked off Part 2 with a bang, a poorly-named villain, and the promise of a fight scene. Today, we discover... that the fight scene doesn't actually happen. Boo.

(And as always, if you'd like to start this review series from the beginning, Chapter 1 is here.)

Chapter 20

Wisp was looming over Carrie. “You’re making us look bad!”

“Wisp! Stop it!” Carrie whined, however he didn’t seem like was going to back down this time.

The part starting with “however” should be A. a separate sentence, B. completely rewritten.

“No!” He spat. 

Well, if the tools can spit it means that matter does in fact have a chance of returning from the eldritch void their mouths link to, so that’s good news for the universe of Handy Manny.

“Wisp!” Anne warned. “That’s enough!”

She tried to grab him, but Wisp sprayed a blast of air in Anne’s face causing her to stumble back.

Why does Anne keep Wisp around? She could easily “fire” him and just get an inanimate pneumatic wrench, and it would save a lot of trouble.

“She’s an embarrassment to battery carriers everywhere!” Wisp said. “I’m sick of her foolishness!”

Or maybe Anne is too afraid of what Wisp would do if he found out he was fired… yeah, that seems to be the likely answer.

Iron Grip slowly made his way onto the workshop table. While Anne was trying to compose herself, Wisp kept his sights on Carrie.

“You pathetic little piece of scrap metal!” He hissed. “You don’t belong in this garage, you-”

“H...hey! Leave her alone!” Iron Grip managed to spit out. 

Wisp turned around slowly, looking slightly surprised, until a grin of malice spread across his face.

“Oh? The Monkey Wrench is actually deciding to step up for once?” He asked, getting closer. 

Why is “Monkey Wrench” capitalized?

Iron Grip started shaking, and was scared he’d lose his balance. 

“Isn’t this great?” Wisp laughed. “Little Iron Grip wants to fight me.”

“F...fight!?” Iron Grip whimpered out.

“Yeah. Isn’t that what you wanted?” Wisp asked.

“N...no!” Iron Grip gulped, trying to find his braveness again. “I want you to leave Carrie alone!”

“And how are you planning on doing that?”

“Well I uh...uh…”

“Wisp!” Anne grabbed him in her hand.

Yeah, that bunch of yelling and Wisp hitting Anne with a blast of not-very-strong wind was the entire extent of this chapter’s “fight scene”. How disappointing.

“By distracting you until Anne was better!” Carrie chimed in.

“Better”? Seriously?!

At worst, being blasted by air from a pneumatic tool would be like being hit by a big gust of wind. It shouldn’t be an attack strong enough that someone would be stunned for several lines of dialogue before recovering.

How do I know? Well, in the Wood Shop class I took last year, we had an air compressor with a hose attached. It got used for its intended purpose, powering a nail gun, all of once, but the rest of the year kids treated it like a toy and blasted themselves with it for fun or to blow sawdust off themselves.

Anne glared at Wisp slightly.  “You’re in big trouble…”

Wisp twisted in Anne’s hand, trying in vain to get free. He looked over at Iron Grip and sneered slightly. “I’ll get you for this, Monkey Wrench….”

Wow, only 27 lines of text (not counting spaces and my insertions)? That’s got to be a new record for the shortest chapter in this fic.

Chapter 21

A silence fell over the garage and Iron Grip could taste the staleness of the air.

Hey Anne, I think your ventilation system’s broken down!

Anne had left the room with Wisp, so now it was him, Carrie, and a few other tools just sitting on the counter in a stunned silence. Carrie still seemed shaken up as Iron Grip approached her.

She sniffled as she looked up.

“Are...are you okay?”” Iron Grip frowned.

Carrie let out a small sigh and nuzzled against him. “Oh Iron Grip, thank you.”

“Aw it was nothing.” He said, trying to fight the blush forming on his cheeks. 

“Nothing?” She scoffed. “You stood up to Wisp! I’m so proud of you!”

She leaned over and kissed his cheek. Iron Grip didn’t even try to stop the blushing anymore, letting his whole face go red.

“Well uh...he was uh….yelling at you.” He managed to stammer out. “And I...I didn’t like that…”

Carrie nuzzled closer to him. “I love you, Iron Grip.”

“I...I love you too…” He sputtered out. 

He’d told her he’d loved her before, but now he realized how much he did love her, and how much she meant to him.

Carrie made his heart soar and made him feel bliss. She was his everything, and in that moment he realized how much he truly was in love with her.

Gosh, author, your attempts at purple prose aren’t nearly florid enough. Come back and try again once you’ve gotten yourself a decent vocabulary.

Iron Grip slowly went over to the pile of scrap metal in the back of the garage, looking for the perfect piece of metal. Nothing too rusted or dirty, but something bright and shiny.

Sun light from the upper windows shined inside, reflecting on a small piece of metal in the pile.

This is perfect!

Iron Grip gripped the piece of metal tightly in his jaw and bent the metal into a circle. She’s going to love this!

Oh boy, I can tell the next few paragraphs are going to be thrilling.

Iron Grip carefully held the bent metal and hopped onto the table Carrie was on. She was still pretty stressed out about the situation with Wisp, and was trying to calm herself.

Her eyes were shut tight until she heard the clinging of metal hitting the table. The circular piece of metal laid in front of her.

“Iron Grip?” She asked, slightly confused.

“Carrie.” He said, gently. “Will….will you marry me?”

PAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

Her eyes lit up and she nuzzled against him. “Yes! Of course Iron Grip!”

Oh man, this is great!

“I love you…” Iron Grip breathed out gently.

And they say jokes that you can see coming aren’t funny!

“I love you too.” Carrie said, tearing up slightly. 

I love the direction this story has taken. So much potential for mocke-

A sudden sense of trepidation has crept into my mind, along with the notion that the reason for my trepidation has to do with that one Plunker chapter I can’t remember.

Eh, I don’t feel like going back and reading it.

The two sat there embracing each other before Carrie pulled back. “Oh my gosh! We’ve got so much to do before the wedding!”

She started pacing around. “A wedding dress….Maid of Honor...Oh! And guests!”

How would a “battery carrier” wear a dress?

Iron Grip laughed a bit. “We’ll have plenty of time for planning.”

Carrie kissed his cheek again and snuggled him closer. “I’m just so happy….”

“I am too.” Iron Grip said, gently.

“Why don’t we go outside for a bit?” Carrie asked. “It’s very nice outside.”

“Okay!” Iron Grip said, excitedly.

The two of them hopped off the counter and headed out the garage door. When they were gone, Wisp popped his head out from a nearby toolbox.

Oh, so the two sweet bolts are getting married, huh? Well….I might as well make it a wedding they’ll never forget…..

Aaand CHAPTER!

(The next part of my review has now been posted!)