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tadpoleteef · 6 months

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gamer girl 👾

18+ MINORS DNI

word count: 1.5k

pairing: austin x female!reader

warnings: SMUT, oral (m receiving), lil fem dom???, unprotected sex

summary: austin’s playing video games with friends and isn’t paying attention to you. long story short you end up trying to dom him which obvi doesn’t go far and then you ride him in his gaming chair yassssss.

a/n: hiii so i’ve been reading fan fiction for years and i’ve always wanted to write it. i wrote an austin butler one shot like 2 years ago, posted it, but it was just awful so i deleted it. then i had a the summer i turned pretty phase, and wrote a one shot about jeremiah fisher confessing his love to you. this story was also deleted because of how just awful it was. anyway, i think my writing has gotten a little better soooo here’s a little smut one shot for ya.

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it was around 8pm on a saturday night, and you and austin were at home, spending the rest of your night in your little apartment. you were sitting on your bed in a short white lace nightgown, scrolling through instagram. austin was across the room sitting at his desk, playing a game on his xbox. he had been playing for a little while now, screaming at his friends into the microphone and raging everytime he had to redo the level.

getting a little tired of his lack of attention, you put your phone down and walked over to where he was sitting. you stood behind him, rubbing his shoulders gently. he relaxed into your touch, leaning back into the chair with his eyes still locked on the screen in front of him. you leaned down to his ear and whispered,

“are you having fun, handsomel?”

it took him a second to respond, so you tapped his shoulder lightly which made him look back at you then back at the screen.

“uh- what? oh yeah im fine sorry im about to die”

right when he said that the tv went black and the words “game over” illuminated the screen. you could hear his friends complaining through the microphone. he threw the controller down on the game, rubbing his eyebrows and letting out a sigh.

you giggled a little bit, it was funny to see a grown man get so upset over a video game. “it's okay love, just try again” you spoke. he turned around with a stern look, “i can’t just fuckin’ try again, it’s gonna take me hours to redo all this.”

you were a little taken back by his harsh tone, so you took your hands off his shoulders and rolled your eyes, annoyed that the game was getting more attention than you. you layed back on the bed staring at the ceiling. you weren’t upset that austin was choosing his game over you right now, i mean he worked practically everyday so he needed a break sometimes, you were just craving him. jeez, when were you not? you wanted his touch, his lips on yours and his domination. you wanted him right now and that was the only thing going through your mind. acting on your thoughts you walked over again but this time you stood in front of him, between him and the desk.

“baby- could you please move?” he moved his head to the left and right trying to see around your waist. you stepped closer and put your legs through the arm holes of the chair, lowering yourself onto his waist. you were now facing him, your chests together as he looked at the screen with a confused, mad look. He kissed your cheek then laid his chin on your shoulder, pressing down the buttons on the controller. you smirked knowing he had no idea what was about to come.

you started off light, moving your hips back and forth. you weren’t sure if he knew you were even moving so you applied some more pressure, fully sitting on his dick. “guys over there ov-” he stopped mid sentence. with your smirk growing bigger, you went faster, now basically dry humping him. he switched the mic setting so it was on mute and questioned “what are you doing?”

you looked at him and took off the straps of your nightgown, letting it fall down to your waist, showing off your matching white undergarments. he looked at you up and down, drinking in your figure. you had him wrapped around your finger.

you bent down to is ear and whispered, “you’re gonna sit still and act normal while i take your dick, sound good?” you cocked your head to the side, awaiting his response. he looked up at you with a shocked expression, coming from your dominance toward him. “i like it when you’re bossy.” he squeezed your thigh. “and you didn’t answer my question.” you added to his compliment. he gave you the ‘let’s see what you got look,’ and you knew you had the okay. you took a little less pressure off his waist so he could pull down his sweatpants, boxers following.

you sat down so his member was resting, hard, against your stomach. you looked away from his piercing eyes and spat onto the tip, slowly taking your thumb and spreading it around. he bit his lip and closed his eyes for a split second taking in the feeling. he snapped out of his trance quickly when his friends started yelling at him for his inactivity.

he went to respond but you stroked his cock slowly and he but his lip to hide back a moan and put the mic on mute again. you bit the inside of your cheek trying not to smile after seeing how much pleasure he was receiving. he let out a low groan when you cupped his balls slowly. you stopped your hands, looking at him. he quickly mouthed “sorry” as he disobeyed you. “not one noise from you” he nodded and you stroked him again.

after a few minutes of austin holding back moans, you could tell he was close, he was barely even focusing on the game anymore, mostly on the way your fingers gently warmed his cock. you stopped and stood up moving your panties to the side. he furrowed his eyebrows, needing more of your touch.

“how bad do you want it?” you rubbed your clit slowly in front of him. he looked down at your hand then back up at you. “really really bad” he took one hand off his controller and grabbed your waist. you switched the settings so the mic was now on and got close to it, “hi boys, austins not feeling to well, gonna let him get some rest.”

after you finished your sentence austin said bye then immediately smashed his lips into yours. the kiss was sloppy but deep, both just focusing on grabbing whatever skin you could. he pulled away and rubbed the tip against your clit gently. you sucked in a breath, knowing that meant he wanted you now. you moved forward a little more and slowly sat down. you two had just had sex two days ago but every time he first entered you, it was like you were a virgin all over again. he was without a doubt big, stretching you out as you finally sat all the way down on his cock. you moaned and let your head fall back.

wanting more, you moved your hips back and forth, placing your hands on his chest. “does that feel good angel?” he questioned, blue eyes staring into yours. “yes, oh yes” you started to go faster, austin saw your need and started fucking up into you. at the angle you two were sitting at, he was hitting your g spot with the first thrust. your moans turned into screams as he hammered into you.

“oh my god aus that's so good” you moaned and he smirked and then faster, the room becoming hotter by the second. he took one of your hands and pressed it against your stomach hard. you could feel his dick going in and out of you. “you feel my big my dick fucking your pretty pussy? gonna put a fuckin’ baby you mama”

his words brought you over the edge, and he could tell you were about to cum. he circled your clit with his fingers taking one last glance at your gorgeous body being destroyed before you cried out a moan. your orgasm sent a hot flash through your whole body. your legs were shaking and your heart was racing. without even thinking you got off austin and got on your knees in front of him, trying to help him out.

he laughed, “such a good girl helping me out” he made a makeshift ponytail with your hair and was forcing your head down. the sounds coming out of your mouth were erotic. girks and glugs filled the room and you could feel tears streaming down your face. his dick started to twitch in your mouth and you grabbed his balls again. you felt the warm cum coat your throat before you tasted it. you swallowed and took your head off him, sitting back onto your calves.

he leaned forward into the chair, grabbing your chin and making you look up at him. He had never seen anything more sexy. your hair was all frizzy, mascara running down your face onto your neck, and a mix of his cum and spit spilling down your lip. He wiped it off with his thumb and then placed it in your mouth and you sucked the mixture off.

“you really thought you could dominate me?” he laughed and helped you up, sitting you down on the bed.

“hey, i had you for like the first 10 minutes” you responded smilining.

he wiped you up, got you all clean, and took you to bed. you two ended the night off by having multiple little tickle fights, and arguing over which board game you should play next weekend. right before you drifted off you heard austin's voice softly say.

“I will admit, domination by y/n y/l/n is something we should do more often.” his words took you by surprise, but you smirked and snuggled closer to him.

yep, wrapped around your finger

#austin butler #austin butler x reader #austin butler x reader smut

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simp4wom3n · 2 years

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The Quiet One Pt.II

Pairing: Tara Carpenter x fem!reader

Requested: Yes/No

Summary: After losing Dewey right in front of their eyes, y/n decides to try and run away with the only other person she can trust. That plan however, turns sideways as Tara and y/n experience yet another real-life nightmare. ~ Word Count: 6.319k ~ Warnings: swearing, a lot of description of blood and gore, scream 5 spoilers obvi

A/N: HELLLO pt2 is finally hereeeeee!! I'm sorry it took me so long uni work has been killing me + I think this might be my longest fic yet so. Hopefully, you guys enjoy it and I did end up listening to the poll so hopefully everyone is happy with the ending <3

Pt1 ~ Pt2 ~ Pt3 ~ Pt4 ~ Pt5

"I would fucking love to."

"Let's get you out of here then", Sam smiles at you, a stray tear escaping your weak grasp at her soft words. She gives your hand one last gentle squeeze before she stands up to get the nurse, your soft gaze shifting to Tara, whose warm smile still adorned her face. Your eyes scanned her tired features, the mental and physical weight of the situation clearly catching up to her - and yet her smile still managed to set your body alight.

When Sam returns with the nurse, you gingerly sit up as they help you swing your legs off the side of the hospital bed. With Sam holding one arm and the nurse on the other, they balance you as your feet touch the ground, your knees shaking slightly as you stand up. You chuckle lightly when the young nurse hands you a black walking stick. You catch Tara choking down her laugh in your peripherals, causing you to playfully glare at her as you try to get used to walking again.

After some initial help from the nurse, you were allowed to leave. When you walked towards Tara on your own, hobbling like a stiff post due to your aching torso, she offered you another small smile before teasing your rigid form. "Hey there, old man". She chuckled at her comment as you made your way towards the elevator, your mouth dropping in feign offence as you placed your hand over your heart. "Jeez, It's good to see you too."

You were so focused on not falling on your face when you all entered the lobby that you didn't notice the two familiar figures watching you as you approached the door. It wasn't until the Sidney Prescott approached the four of you that you lifted your head away from your walking stick, your eyes widening considerably when you noticed Gale sat just behind her.

The familiar burn of tears returned as your eyes lingered on Gale, and as her broken eyes met yours, you ripped your gaze away from her as your tears escaped down your cheeks. You had no idea whether Gale knew who you were, hell, you didn't really care if she did or not, but you certainly knew who she was. You and Dewey were each other's safe haven; for every piece of information you ranted to him about, he returned in the same volume, meaning that you had heard many of Dewey's rants about his ex-wife.

Knowing how strongly Dewey felt for Gale only made your heart ache more as waves of grief started crashing down on you. The more you tried to grasp that you had lost the one person who had always been there for you, the further you sank into the endless depths of grief, the ice-cold water infiltrating your lungs as you started to drown.

You were the first out the door when Richie suggested that the three of you bring the car around, the rush of fresh air causing your tensed muscles to relax slightly as you slowly inhaled. Richie was leading the way to the car with Tara in front of him, leaving you trailing behind with nothing but the sound of your stick connecting with the cold concrete beneath you and an emotionless and blank stare on your face.

As Richie helps Tara out of her wheelchair and into the backseat of Sam's car, you cautiously lower yourself next to her, a huff escaping your mouth when you're finally seated. You close the door before letting your head fall back in exhaustion, your eyes glued shut as you attempt to take the world's shortest power nap, the tidal wave of emotions finally starting to drain away.

Even as the car started moving, your eyes remained shut as your breathing began to steady, continuing to be blissfully unaware of Tara's worried gaze. It wasn't until Richie honked the horn obnoxiously that you finally opened your eyes. Catching a glimpse of Gale and Sidney, who continue to talk to Sam, makes you immediately regret looking out the window.

Turning away from the window, your eyes land on Tara, who had been sending you a worried gaze. "You okay?" she asks, her voice so soft that you almost miss her. The corner of your lips flutter with the essence of a smile as you send her a slight nod, your heart singing at her gentle words.

"Let's get the fuck out of town, huh?". Internally chuckling at Richie's words, you watch the two women try to stop Sam from leaving, failing horribly as she moves to get in the car. "No. We're leaving. That's the only way I can protect Tara.". You cast a hesitant glance in Tara's direction, her face dropping ever so slightly as her sister's words sink in.

Those exact words had you on the verge of tears once more. You had no idea where Sam had been all this time, having never met her before. Still, Tara obviously meant a lot to her, which made you both feel relieved that Tara was receiving the love she deserved and jealous that you lacked that same unconditional love.

You wanted to be cared for and loved - and not because they felt bad for you.

Obviously noticing the absent look on your face, Tara inhales slowly, trying to compose herself, before she gently reaches for your hand. You flinch slightly at the contact, not used to the affectionate and comforting gesture, but you take her hand nonetheless. Your heart is pounding as her fingers interlock with yours, and she gently squeezes your hand.

As Sam got into the car, she explained what Gale and Sidney wanted, and whilst you understood where they were coming from, there was no way you were letting whatever psycho was behind that mask take the only two people in this fucked up world that you cared about - one was already too many.

"Fuck that. Let's go."

The silence of the car trip was both eerie and serene. Both you and Tara had been tenderly looking at each other in silence for minutes on end, your eyes glancing back and forth between her flawless features and your conjoined hands.

Whilst losing Dewey was easily one of, if not the worst thing that has happened to you, as you admire Tara in the backseat of her sister's car, the passing street lights dimly lighting her face, you finally face the thought that you could have lost her too.

"I'm really happy that you're ok." you whisper, trying to hold onto your emotions as you swallow the lump in your throat. "I don't know what I would do if I lost you too". Squeezing your hand gently in response to your words, Tara looks similarly overwhelmed with emotions, her breathing becoming erratic.

"I don't know what I would've done if I lost you either", she responds breathlessly, her hand finally slipping out of yours as her attention shifts to her packed bag. Her sentimental words fail to sink in as you worriedly watch her search through her bag in a panic.

"Fuck, where is it?" "Where's what?" you asked worriedly, her frantic search causing your heart to race with anxiety. "My inhaler. I usually keep an extra one." "Should we go back" Sam chimes in, which causes both you, and apparently Richie, to internally panic. "Whoa, okay. I vote for not going back to the murder hospital" he speaks as if stealing the words from your mouth. "Should we stop at a pharmacy?" Sam suggests. "I'd need a prescription, but I left one at Amber's."

The pounding of your chest grew as you diverted your eyes outside the window. Just when you thought you had finally escaped Amber's murderous gaze, here you were finding out that not only were you probably about to go pay her a visit, but for Tara to have left a spare inhaler at her house, they must have been close - closer than you would like to imagine.

The thought made your body burn in unwarranted jealousy. You scolded yourself for feeling such a childish emotion. After all, you were the one who started ignoring her, not the other way around. "Is there seriously no other way we can get you one?" you spoke sharply, earning a confused glare from Tara at your tone. You refused to look at her as you felt her eyes scanning your side profile, your clenched jaw apparently obvious as her gaze softened slightly, "No..."

You slowly nodded your head in defeat as your heart plummeted. Your body clenched in agony as you turned back to the car window to watch the passing scenery in an effort to block out Richie's request for the location.

You would have preferred the murder hospital.

"Oh, perfect. She's having a party"

The loud music echoed through the car's closed windows as it came to a stop. The modest home on a dark and ominous street was now full of drunk teens who, for some unknown reason, decided to gather during the middle of a killing spree.

"I'll go in quickly and get it. I'll be back in five" "I'm coming too." Tara moves to unbuckle her seatbelt as Sam gets out of the car. "I'm coming with you" You follow Tara's movements as you unbuckle your seatbelt, albeit a bit more stiffly than Tara, a dull ache still in your torso.

Your words had caught Tara off-guard, her eyes studying you for a moment before she exited the car with Sam's help. She knew how you felt about Amber, how uncomfortable she made you. Even from miles away, she could tell how your body shifted uncomfortably whenever she was around you or how your usually lively expression would drop instantly when you caught a glimpse of her - or at least that was before you stopped talking to her.

Situated with her crutches under her arms, she looks over at you as you pull yourself out of the car, your posture still incredibly rigid as you close the door behind you and walk hesitantly around the vehicle until you are standing next to her.

"You ok?" she asks faintly, a hint of concern evident in her tone despite her inability to walk. "Yeah... You?" The ghost of a smile passes over your lips as your eyes meet hers, the softness in her gaze causing your heart to melt. "Yeah", she nods, her lips creeping upwards before Sam pulls her attention away from you.

The blaring music overwhelms your already delicate senses, the coloured lights straining your eyes as everyone starts the cheer at Tara's arrival. Although you felt like you were going into sensory overload, you couldn't help but admire how Tara looked under the euphoric lighting. Her typically gorgeous features now completely captivate you as you stare in awe - how could someone be so fucking perfect.

Your blissful admiring ended abruptly as Amber pushed her way through the crowd. "What are you doing out of the hospital? Should you even be up and around?" she said as she hugged Tara, your eyes averting themselves away from their affectionate embrace.

"I need my spare inhaler." "Why? where are you going?" You notice Tara's eyes shift towards Sam, who shakes her head at the question - a relief, considering you really didn't want Amber to know where you were going. "It's fine. Don't tell me. I get it. Just be safe, ok?.... I think it's in my room."

You couldn't help but scoff at her words. Of course it was in her room. Where else would it be. Your internal rant about how insufferable Amber was was sadly cut off by her words, "All right, everyone! Thanks for coming, but the party's over!" As you leant on your walking stick, your brows furrowed as the music stopped playing and the confused and angry calls of the partygoers came from all directions.

'Why is she ending the party?'. As far as you knew, she didn't need to do that. All she needed to do was disappear into her room for a minute to get the inhaler, and you would all be on your merry way. You now watched as everyone started to walk out the door, but your eyes were drawn to Tara as she shifted uncomfortably at Richie's mention of her attack. 'Prick'

Amber captured her attention as she rubbed her back sympathetically, earning herself a small smile from the girl. Your scowl grew due to the interaction, and your feet now carried you instinctively towards the one person left who meant anything to you.

"Can we just get the inhaler and get the fuck out of here" you interrupted, both of the girl's eyes landing on you with confused expressions - and a hint of anger on Ambers's part. "Sure thing, ghost face... but you're staying right here, away from Tara." her harsh words stung, your pained gaze landing on Tara, who simply looked at you blankly.

You tried to find words before Tara eventually spoke up, "Just stay here, y/n I'll be fine." she spoke plainly, already moving away from you with Amber on her tail. "You sure?" you call out. Tara turned her head back towards you with a small smile.

"I'll be right back I promise."

Sam was pacing around the house as you stood awkwardly in the entryway, shifting your weight between your stick and your feet as you tested whether you could walk without the irritating clicking that now followed your every step. If you were honest with yourself, you just wanted to leave. You wanted to run after Tara and pull her out of this goddamn house.

You obviously didn't know the layout of this house, but you were sure there was no way she could have taken this long to just grab her inhaler and go. You tapped your finger anxiously against the handle of your walking stick as Sam walked towards you, yelling, "Tara! We're leaving!". 'About time', you thought before you heard a phone start to ring.

You watched as Sam pulled out her phone, staring at it hesitantly before she inevitably pulled it up to her ear. "Hello?" you always hated only being able to hear one end of the phone call, but this one particularly angered you as you stared expectantly at Sam. "How do you know where I am?"

Silence.

You watch Sam's eyes flash with fear, her face going blank as she slowly scans her surroundings. As she finally stops still, terror overtaking her features, you begin to panic. "Sam? Sam, what's going on?" She blinks out of her trance, her mouth ajar as she sputters. "We have to get the fuck out of here."

As the last words left her mouth, a high-pitched scream pierced the air, followed by the sounds of furniture breaking, shattering the overbearing silence of the house. Sam bolts in the direction of the screams whilst you, being far less mobile, stumble in no particular direction, your head whipping around for any evidence of where Amber's room might be as your desperation to find Tara reaches your bursting point.

Eventually, stumbling into what looks like the living room, broken lamps and blood splatters covering a corner of the room. In that same corner, you notice Sam standing over Mindy's weakening figure. "No, Mindy, stay with me." You hobble further into the room, using the remaining furniture to support yourself as you make your way over to Mindy as quickly as possible.

Just as you make it over to the two girls, now covered in blood, you hear another piercing scream from behind you, causing your head to whip in its direction. "What did you do to her!?" Amber screams angrily as she storms into the room. 'Wait, is that Ta-' your thoughts are cut off as Amber throws you into the wall, her eyes staring daggers into your own.

You grunt in pain as Amber presses you into the wall, her hands gripping your shirt as your torso erupts in pain, causing your words to catch in your throat. "N-nothing. No, I didn't do anything." She scoffed before she let you fall to the floor, a whimper escaping your lips as you landed with a thud.

Curled up with your back against the wall, you squeezed your eyes shut in pain as your body throbbed. Feeble whimpers escaped your throat as your mind fogged over, the rapidly approaching clicks of crutches flying over your dazed head.

"God, Y/n!" your eyes crept open at the sound of a familiar voice calling your name. You watched as Tara made her way over to you in a panic. You couldn't tell whether it was the traces of painkillers left in your system making you loopy or whether you were just that desperate to feel like someone cared about you, but you couldn't help but admire her as she 'ran' over to you, her face painted with fear and yet you found it kinda cute.

She was stopped in her tracks when the sound of glass breaking echoed through the room. You silently scoffed as Amber stood protectively next to Tara, everyone's eyes darting towards Richie, who stood at the kitchen door with a broken beer bottle at his feet.

"What the fuck?" "Richie, where the fuck were you?!" Whilst everyone shouted at each other and Liv had at some point stumbled into the room, fuelled by pure desperation and jealousy, whilst Amber threw names around, you tried your best to stand up and close the remaining distance between you and Tara. Pushing with all the strength you had left in your legs, you managed to grasp onto a wooden set of draws and pull yourself up, now resting against them.

"Fuck you, Amber. I'm not the fucking killer!" Liv screamed in agony as you finally returned your attention to the chaos unfolding before you. Tara was already glancing at you with fear written all over her face as you glanced back and forth between her and the other group members.

"I know"

Liv's body fell to the floor with a loud thud as the sound of a gunshot filled the room. Breathing heavily, your eyes widened as they darted towards Amber, a smug smirk on her face as she proudly swung the gun around and pointed it directly at you.

"Welcome to act three"

You think you hear Richie scream 'Run', but as your eyes stare down the barrel of her gun, you remain frozen. A wave of nostalgia washes over you as your stitched wounds start to burn at the memory of the very night in the hospital. It slowly sank in that Amber was behind the mask that night.

The one that stabbed you mercilessly whilst undoubtedly plastering a smile all over her sick face.

The one that killed Dewey and, in doing so, took everything away from you.

The one that was about to kill you.

Your face was emotionless as she smirked at you. You had accepted your fate. The world hated you, so why not let it take you. Anticipating a bullet straight to the head like Liv had suffered moments ago, you were surprised when the gunshot went off, and your lights weren't immediately turned off.

Instead, you watched Tara intervene at the last second, putting Amber off as the bullet missed your head. You would have sighed in relief if your leg hadn't collapsed. Dropping onto the wooden floor, you gasp in pain as your eyes divert to your thigh, which is now spewing blood

"Y/n!" you hear Tara desperately cry, your eyes diverting away from the gaping hole in your leg to land on her tormented figure as Amber drags her out of the room. "Tara! Tara, no!" You attempt to push yourself off the floor, getting up onto your hands and knees as you work up the strength to follow her.

"Y/n! please!" she screams again, her voice becoming more distant every second. Sucking in a deep breath, you struggle to pull your good leg up from beneath you before your hand slips in your own pool of blood, causing you to fall flat on your stomach.

"No... N-No" you cry softly as you bleed out helplessly on the floor.

The sound of a distant gunshot causes your eyes to shoot open. The house has been eerily quiet for the past few minutes. When two more gunshots ring out, you turn your head from your position on the floor, attempting to see if you can see anything through the doorway.

The sound of approaching footsteps catches your attention as Amber appears from around the corner, gun still in hand. When she spots your fragile figure lying in a small pool of blood, she tilts her head playfully as the corner of her lips crack into a smirk.

Taking slow, calculated steps towards you, she crouches in front of you so her eyes meet yours. "Oh y/n... y/n, y/n, y/n." She taunted as you chewed on your bottom lip, knowing that if you made a snarky remark, she wouldn't hesitate to put a bullet right between your eyes.

"This feels awfully familiar, but I can't seem to think where from... Oh yeah, that's right... the hospital" she chuckles as you begin to cry, a solemn tear falling down the side of your face. "Look at you, so pathetic... Dewey can't save you now, can he." Any grip you had on your emotions was broken as soon as his name left her mouth.

"Fuck you", you spat, your body now seething with a mixture of anger and heartbreak. "Aw, aren't you feisty? You know, normally, I would just shoot you right now, kill you while I have the chance, but... I don't know, I think I'd rather see you die slowly... painfully."

She gave you a sarcastic pat on the shoulder as she stood back up and walked away, probably going to put her costume on. The eerie silence returns as Amber disappears, the front door opening, which you presumed was her leaving to continue her bloodbath. However, when you heard what sounded like Sidney calling out, your head lifted in hope.

"Anyone hiding, killer or not, you have five seconds to show yourself!", "In here! I'm over here! Help me, please." you begged as you continued to keep pressure on your bullet wound. When Sidney enters the room, you let out a wet chuckle in relief before she points the gun at you.

You raise your spare hand up in surrender, your eyes pleading with her for her help. You see her eyes flash in recognition. Although extremely hesitant at first, she eventually takes one last glance over her shoulder before she comes closer to you, kneeling down next to you as her eyes follow your hands to your thigh. She sucks a breath in as she reaches for a blanket on the couch behind her, tearing off a strip of its fabric before she ties it tightly around your leg, causing you to hiss in pain.

As soon as she tied the knot, she quickly got back to her feet and had her gun ready. "Stay here, okay?" You nod softly as she retreats from the room, a soft thank you escaping your lips as she disappears further into the house.

Staring at the ceiling, your hands sticky and painted a crimson red, you take slow, steady breaths to calm your racing heart. With numerous gunshots ringing through the house as Sidney undoubtedly searches every inch of it, you take in what will most likely be your last peaceful moments, knowing that this nightmare will only get worse.

Your suspicions were confirmed when the ground shook violently underneath you, the sound of gasps and groans accompanying it as your ears perked up in concern. Despite being riddled with pain, your leg feeling like a dead weight on your already weakened body, you push yourself up off the ground, grunting as you finally reach your feet.

Using the remnants of furniture as your crutch, you limp towards the commotion as a steady stream of blood escapes from your tourniquet, painting a thin red path down your leg. Your head spins as your heavy blood loss starts to take its toll, your eyesight becoming blurry as you eventually slump against the doorway leading towards the home's entrance.

"Yes! Yes!" "Shoot him!" Your jaw went slack as your eyes focused on what was happening before you. You watched as Sam stood over ghost face, who you presumed was Amber, with a gun pointed towards their head. You couldn't help but sigh slightly in relief at the thought of Amber getting what was coming to her, but that was cut short as Richie forced a knife into Sam's side.

A gasp fell from your lips. Both you and Sam are in complete disbelief. "I really, really wanted to be the one to kill you." You cringe in pain as Richie twists the knife in Sam's torso, the girl screaming in agony as her knees buckle underneath her. The smile on Richie's face made you sick, diverting your eyes away from the pair to try and escape the torturous sight.

However, you didn't find any relief as your eyes landed on Amber as she took off her mask before grabbing the gun from Richie's hand. She smirks at you as she harshly grabs Sidney's hair, pulling her head back so she grunts in pain and points the gun at you again.

Your strength starts to drain from your legs as you slowly slide down the wall, your face becoming a ghostly white as you slump against the floor. Your breathing is laboured as you look back towards Sam, your drooping eyes opening in disgust as Richie pulls Tara's inhaler out of his pocket.

"I can't believe this worked", he said, chuckling maniacally. "You son of a bitch!" you berated him from your place on the floor, staring at Richie with pure hatred burning behind your eyes, begging to be set free.

This was the last time you would let them take advantage of Tara.

"Where is Tara!? Where the fuck is she!? What did you do to her!?" you continued to yell, moving from your place on the wall to try and reach Amber, only for her to hit you across the face with her gun, your back violently falling onto the floor.

"Why do you care so much about her, huh? It's not like she cares about you. Why would she? Hell, I don't even know how she tolerated you... but if you seriously think Tara likes you, oh y/n, you've got another thing coming" Your eyes swam with tears, her words reawakening your most significant doubt about every 'friendship' you had ever had.

Why the fuck would they like you?

"Let's get'em into the kitchen"

"Dewey had to die to make it real. To show that this wasn't just some bullshit, cash-in, run-of-the-mil sequel". Pushed up against the kitchen counter, Amber points a bloodied knife dangerously close to your face as she yells her so-called 'reasoning' for taking your best friend's life, your adopted father, the one person you could wholly rely on.

Her and Richies speech had gone straight over your head, your mind instead focusing on Tara's absence from what would appear a vital part of their plan where they wanted everyone alive to be. They even brought an injured Gale into the conversation, perhaps just to taunt her about Dewey, but it still left you panicking. You had had enough of their useless justification.

You had to find Tara dead or alive - preferably the latter.

"Because our movie has fucking stakes! Cause anyone can die in a requel" As Amber turns her head away from you, you take your opportunity as you reach for a knife left carelessly on the counter. Your fingertips graze the knife's handle as Amber's is shoved into your torso, a hoarse groan escaping your throat as your legs buckle underneath you at the burning pain.

At this point, your entire body is riddled with pain. Your stitches stretch with each way you turn, your legs throb with every step you take, and now with every heavy breath you inhale, your torso burns in agony, the familiar crimson liquid cascading down your body one too many times.

"Whoa, whoa, who do we have here?" Richie mocks as he kneels down in front of you. "Y/n was it?... well y/n, I'm so sorry, but we can't let you live either, can we? I mean..." he humorously chuckles, "you weren't even supposed to be here in the first place... but now that you're here, the more bodies, the better." he smiles at you as if he thinks he is doing you a favour, the bitter taste of defeat begins to resurface as you squeeze your eyes and drop your head.

"Get Tara out of the closet. We got to start staging the bodies!" Your eyes dart towards Richie as Tara's name leaves his mouth, the desperation of your movement causing your head to spin. "What the fuck did you do to her!" You screamed brokenly at him as Amber left the room, your voice cracking in pure exhaustion and fear. His previously playful look turned dark as he stared at you menacingly.

He playfully juggled the gun between his hands before shoving the barrel point-blank between your eyes. "You wanna say that again?" he smirks arrogantly, both of you knowing he has all the power in this situation. With the pistol pushing against your forehead, the barrel still warm from its recent kills, you aggressively bite your lip as you swallow down all the words on the verge of spilling out of your mouth.

"Um, she's not here." You hear Amber shout from a different area of the house. You watch as the smug look on Richie's face quickly drops as he gets back to his feet, his pistol still aimed at your head. "What the fuck do you mean 'she's not here'?" "She's not here!" Your head turned to Sam in conclusion, the hint of a smirk evident on her face causing your own to begin to grow on your lips.

"I untied her." You couldn't help but chuckle at her words. You push yourself back, so your back is leaning against the kitchen cabinets, your body naturally relaxing in relief as the thought of Tara being alive becomes much more realistic.

"Guess you're not as persuasive as you thought" "Fucking idiot", you laughed, the agony your body was in turning into some kind of high as a giddy smile crept onto your tired features. You giggled weakly, blissfully unaware of Richies approaching figure until his face was a few inches in front of yours.

He didn't say anything, instead swinging his armed hand across your face violently, the blunt end of the pistol connecting harshly with your cheekbone as your head turned sideways at the force. You weakly reached your hand towards your now stinging cheek, your fingers gently travelling across a new cut that painted your fingers red.

Your eyes were pulled away from your newly painted fingers when you heard Amber's shouts interrupted by a loud thud. The sound of a struggle echoed through the house and into the kitchen as Richie tried to hide the worry evident on his face as his plan unravelled before him.

"Amber?" he called cautiously as he looked in the direction the girl had gone, leaving the four of you now unnoticed. With him distracted, Sam takes her opportunity to try and grab the gun from Richie's hand. A stray gunshot goes off as Sam tackles him to the ground. You watch as the two of them struggle before, as quickly as you physically can, you frantically crawl out of the kitchen, determined to find Tara.

In your admittedly weak and dazed state, the halls and rooms of Amber's house turned into a maze. Each corner you turned and each room you checked came up empty - and you had no fucking clue where you were. You had been silently stumbling around the dark house, avoiding and hiding from the screaming and shouting coming in the direction you thought was the kitchen.

"Tara?" "Tara, where are you?" "Tara come on, where are you?" "Please, where are you?" you desperately whispered as you navigated the house. With each step you took, you could feel your body growing weaker, your adrenaline beginning to wear off as your energy finally began to deplete.

The echoing of screams and gunshots, as much as you wanted to ignore them, eventually pulled your attention away from your distraught search for Tara. After all, for all you knew, she was the source of said screams, a thought which made your stomach twist in fear.

With a thick trail of blood following your every move, you essentially drag yourself towards the sound of Richie's maniacal laughter. Now apparently incapable of feeling shocked, you eventually find yourself watching blankly as Richie leans over Sam's figure with a gun to her throat.

"Never fuck with the daughter of a serial killer."

You stare, amazed, as Sam begins to 'stab the shit' out of Richie, blood splattering all over the girl's figure as the pool of blood underneath Richie's now mutilated body grows. When she slits his throat, his body begins to seize underneath her as she glares at his dying figure with a vengeful look on her blood-covered face.

Stumbling as she stands up from his body, you limp towards her, the sound of your heavy footsteps catching her attention as she looks over at you. You watch her eyes flash with relief at the sight of you still alive, her lips twitching ever so slightly upwards as you finally reach her side.

The sound of footsteps coming from the kitchen caused both of your heads to turn in fear, a feeling which instantly dissolved as you watched Gale and Sidney walk in behind you, eyes fixated on Richie's body.

"Careful, they always come back." You turn your head away and squeeze your eyes shut as you hear Sam fire three shots into Richie's mangled body, the sound of his blood squelching sending shivers down your spine. After a beat of silence, you look back at Tara's older sister, a new sense of fear reawakening.

"W-Where's Tara?" you ask shakily, Sam's face similarly painted in worry as tears flow down your cheeks. "W-Where the f-fuck is she? Please s-someone t-tell me where s-she is" you begged, looking between the three women surrounding you.

None of them answered you.

"I-I need to find Tara." you said flatly, moving to limp away from the group before your plans were cut short by a harrowing scream. Your widened eyes watch as a disgustingly disfigured Amber comes running at you from the kitchen, a blade in hand as she causes you to stumble back in shock.

Her rampage was quickly ended by yet another gunshot, this time not from one of the girls around you. With a confused look on your distraught face, your eyes dart towards where the bullet came from.

Tara.

You let out a heavy sigh as you spot her shaky figure holding up a smoking gun. "I still prefer the Babadook", she inhales shakily after her words, finally lowering the gun as the realisation that both of the psychos behind the masks were finally dead.

You let out a wet chuckle in relief as you breathlessly limp towards her. She meets you in the middle, where despite your numerous injuries, you wrap her in a crushing embrace, sobbing into her shoulder in pure happiness. "A-are you okay?" you whisper shakily into her ear. She nods as she pulls back slightly, your teary eyes meeting hers as you give her your best attempt at a comforting smile.

"Are you good?" she asks you, her fear still evident in her tone. Your hands are clutched to her clothes as you nod in response, desperate to shut up the terrified part of your brain that thinks all this is too good to be true.

Your eyes soften in her gaze, all the pain throughout your body melting away as Tara hesitantly reaches her hands towards your face, resting gently on either side as her thumb caresses your cheek. She stares at you momentarily with a euphoric look on her face, her eyes scanning yours for any sense of discomfort.

You were moments from pulling away when you noticed her gaze flicker down towards your lips. Catching your bottom lip between your teeth, butterflies erupt in your wounded stomach, and your breath catches in your throat as your eyes now risk a glance at her delicate lips.

Deciding she had waited long enough, Tara eagerly pulls your face towards her own as her lips capture yours in a desperate kiss. Despite having wanted this to happen for longer than you could remember, the feeling of her warm lips against yours surprises you, nothing but her overwhelming your senses.

Your hands snake around her waist, forming a tight grip, your lips beginning to move against hers with a renewed passion whilst remaining gentle in both of your fragile states. As your pace began to slow and your harboured breathing mirrored hers, you entered a state of pure bliss.

You couldn't fucking believe this was happening.

Unfortunately, due to your shared need for oxygen, Tara's soft lips hesitantly left yours as your foreheads remained connected. As your e/c eyes met hers once again, a giddy smile overtook your tired features as the realisation that Tara does like you back sinks in.

She was alive, and she was with you.

And that was all you could possibly ask for.

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captainsavre · 2 months

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Ok so, I’m back!!! 💛

I missed you guys!!!

Sorry to everyone I left with no response or explanation… I know many of you were waiting to know my thoughts on First Responders Reunion 3 but truth is I had a pretty hard post con depression and had a few tough weeks. Cons are pretty amazing and meeting Danielle and Stefania really feels like home and is the most wonderful experience/feeling that every fan that truly loves them should live, at least once in their lives... but jeez, it can also be too overwhelming and the post con days can be so dark and depressing and for someone that has been working very hard for the past year to get out of a deep depression, those days were a real challenge, to say the least.

As a result of all that emotional rollercoaster ride and at some kind of unconscious state, I ended up buying tickets To The Rescue Con, in London, but I have to say it was the best decision I could have made. London was incredible and it helped a lot with my mental mess. Still have a long road ahead but I’m trying to focus on the good memories and there are a few that I sure intend to share with you lot. I know most of it was already shared online but I'll still give you my version and thoughts from those two weekends and also some snippets now and then, and of course some pictures too!!

In the meantime, if you have any questions just hit my inbox... but please bear with me as I can take some time to answer… I’m taking it slow and taking my time to get back to my normal here, so yeah be patient 🫶🏼

To me, Tumblr is all about being creative and sharing art and love... and if there's something I haven't feel lately is creative but I have lots of love to share and that's what I'm starting with and with time I'll go back to editing and posting again 🥹🫶🏼

Till then, here are some of my fav moments/memories shared with my two fav human beings... they truly are all we imagine/idealize and more!! My heart has never been more full of love and gratitude 🥹❤️‍🩹

Thank you @iamthelegman for all the love and support throughout these past 2 months and also for giving me the courage and guidance I needed today, you truly are the best!!! 🥹🥰🫶🏼

#i've been more active on twitter/X lately #which is something i am not proud of #🙄🤦🏻‍♀️#and it definitely hasn't helped with my mental health either #tumblr is my home and i'm so happy to be back and to get to interact you with lot again #🥰🥰#danielle savre #stefania spampinato #station 19 #maya bishop #carina deluca #maya x carina #carina x maya #maya and carina #marina #about me #frr3 #fanfusion

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stoptakingthegoodname5 · 1 month

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Idk some of y’all liked the Zhogan post I did 🤷🏻‍♂️ first time I’m writing sooooo

(⚠️Again this is a small rpf fic just scroll, I’m not going to repeat myself⚠️)

/ Just your regular little Bass Pro date /

It was another sunny day in Texas which Zhou didn’t understood, as the big state was still reaching the high 70°s in October! Which in his mind wasn’t really setting right with him usually in any other countries this time of year would be gloomy and cold but not this god forsaken state!

Zhou walked around the hotel with a soft yawn after landing in Austin after the long flight from Singapore due to last weekends race. He wasn’t having it this morning as his head pounded due to the severe headache from jet lag. Walking into the living room and saw Logan all bright and early with a cheeky smile on his face “Hey!” He said in a way Zhou wished he can portray this early in the fucking morning…

“Hey” He said groggily and borderline pissed off as he has to wake up bright and early, walking to the small kitchen he opens a cabinet above the tabletop microwave to grab bottle of painkillers. Logan looked over and sighed concerned “Headache again bro…?” to which Zhou replied with a soft nod as he took the glass of water and downed the pill “Jet lag killed me this time… 21 hours of no sleep” he said to his boyfriend softly whistled “Jeez… 21 hours? Now I see why you’re all cranky…”

Zhou looked at him pissed as Logan did his usual snarky antics ‘prick….’ he said in his mind “ha ha… you’re so funny bro.” The annoyed man said sarcastically as he really didn’t want to tolerate his boyfriend’s antics, Logan took it into consideration and nods as he raised his hands “sorry babe sorry.” smiling he looked at the food in the counter.

“After dinner I was thinking of going to Bass Pro to just look around.” He said casually as Zhou looked at him in an annoyed expression and with a soft eye roll “Really dude Again? Swear all the time you go to this damn shop to spend money, what’s so important of this place?”

Logan gasped dramatically as he faked innocence “I don’t ALWAYS go there!” But he knew he was lying as Zhou did the usual eye narrowing when Logan lied, he sighed softly and grumbled “fine. It’s an addiction….” Logan said in a soft whisper in defeat, Zhou smiled in victory as Logan looked at him softly “Do you want to come this time? Promise I’ll make it fun for your first time”

Zhou never took the opportunity into consideration and well it’s a Monday and they have nothing planned for the day and he nods softly “fine I’ll go to this “Bass Pro” to see all the hype. It will be like a regular Bass Pro Date” Logan smiled to that and nods “yeah… just a regular Bass Pro date. Now get ready I’ll be in the car”

With that Zhou smiled softly and walked back to the room to change…

(AAAAAA I’m done 😭😭😭 hope this isn’t an eye sore to you guys as I tried not to run on with many sentences! Anyway the people who wanted me to do this will be mentioned ❤️ @kichona-s @midnight-grandprix maybe this will be a series if the people like it)

#formula 1 #logan sargeant #zhogan #zhou guanyu #zg24 #ls2 #rpf oooooo scary!#f1 fanfic #first time for everything

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sweet → r. keating (b. skeetz)

pairing —robert keating x fem!reader social media au

summary —where your boyfriend loves annoying you online and people lose their minds

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youvebeenlivingfictional · 2 years

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but what happened when they got off the plane 🥺

Masterlist because now there are three parts

..............

I...Cannot stress enough that I've barely written for Bradley and I have not written for ANY of the other characters listed herein.

So I am again sorry if this is not it.

A part two to this post

Warnings: Fluff! Switches POV from Bradley to Reader. No physical descriptions, no use of y/n. And a surprise twist near the end 👀

Not beta-read.

Landing isn't nearly as bad as taking off. She still grasps his hand for dear life, and lets out a panicked little squeak as the plane's wheels touch down. She even slaps his chest with her free hand when he teases, "I don't know if that sound was you or the plane."

"Don't make fun!" She laughs, tipping her head back against the seat. "Jeez! You spend four hours on a flight next to someone, watch roughly two hundred hours of House Hunters and you think you know a guy."

The two go quiet as they listen to the pilot's announcement, listing their arrival destination, and the time and temperature. The cabin fills with the sound of people's phones chiming as they shut off airplane mode, and the clicking of seat belts being undone.

They lower their gazes to their joined hands, and each seem to have to pry their hands from one another's. Her hands scrub nervously over her thighs, as they did before they took off. Bradley can't imagine what's making her nervous now. He doesn't ask; he doesn't dare.

Things with them are quiet and stilted, even as he gets her luggage down from the overhead and trails her out of the aisle and off of the plane.

They offer waves and smiles, and she thanks him for the four hundredth time before they go their separate ways—him to the baggage claim, and her to the taxis.

It's strange.

Bradley feels like they left their teasing at 35,000 feet, and his heart back in row 27.

"Where the hell's your head, huh?"

Bradley doesn't answer the taunt; he just takes a swig from his beer. He doesn't wanna say that his head is back with that woman's, resting atop hers, six miles off the ground.

"Hey. Rooster," Jake tacks on, snapping twice in front of his face, making Bradley shift his head back. "Cock-a-doodle doo, asshole. What's going on up there?"

"Just trying to tune you out, man. I am sorry to report that it is not working."

Jake rolls his eyes. "Who pissed in your gasoline?"

"Just lay off, Seresin."

"Who wants to play pool?" Phoenix pipes up before they can get any further. Rooster does not want to, but he stands as the others do, obligingly trailing them to the table. He waves off a proffered cue, and raising his beer to his lips again and looking around. It's not quite packed, but it's close. A few more people, and it'll take them an age to get another round. Bradley starts to open his mouth, to suggest that someone heads over to get order in. And then he freezes as his eyes catch on a familiar face.

She doesn't look nearly as nervous as when they were taking off or when they were landing, but she does seem a little anxious as she slots herself in at the bar, waiting for a drink. Rooster's heart leaps into his throat, but he hurriedly shoves it back down with the last of his beer, pushing himself off of the wall with a mutter of, "Be right back."

His squadron's questions land on deaf ears as he pushes through the crowd, muttering his apologies and doing his best not to lose sight of her. It takes some time, but he finally manages to muscle in behind her.

Bradley has two options. He can put his team's drink order and disappear. Or—

"Sure you wanna get the special?" He asks in a murmur, his lips brushing the shell of her ear. "It can be a little bumpy on the way down."

He sees her shoulders pull tight, and grins as he hears her huff a laugh.

"I think I can manage it," She says firmly.

"Hey. Long as you don't make that noise you made when the plane landed."

"That came from the wheels."

"I don't think it did."

When she whirls around, eyes bright with indignation, Bradley can't help himself. His stomach swoops like he's just taken off, like his head is back at 35,000 feet while his feet are still on the ground.

"Could we get two of those, Penny?" He adds, head tipping toward the woman behind the bar, his eyes still set firmly on his seat partner's.

"Sure," Penny nods. Bradley can hear the smug amusement in her voice. Frankly, he couldn't care less.

"What are you doing here?" He asks. It's only been a couple of hours, but he has missed her face, and the warmth of her eyes.

"I'm getting a drink," She bats back. "Problem with that?"

"Not at all. Free country."

"Thanks to you."

"You're gonna make me blush. 'Sides, I can't take all the credit."

"No?"

"Nn-nn."

"Would it have anything to do with the people staring at us?" She nods back toward the pool table. Bradley finally manages to tear his gaze from her, looking back to where the others are watching them. Seresin has a shiteating grin on his face, his brows jumping when Bradley meets his gaze.

"...Guess we can give them some, too. Not the smiling guy, but everyone else over there."

She laughs, looking between them again.

"Friends of yours?"

"A couple of them."

"And the smiling guy?"

"He's a nuisance."

"He's a nuisance in uniform."

"Careful," Bradley reaches out, bracing his hands on the bar behind her and pressing close. "I'm gonna get jealous."

"Well. We wouldn't want that."

"Here you go," Penny pipes up behind them. "They're on your tab, Bradshaw."

"Thanks, Pen."

"Thank you!" His seat partner chirps, turning and taking hold of a drink, passing it to him. Bradley glances over, finding his squadron staring at them with renewed interest.

"Christ—You wanna get some air?" He asks.

"I think I got enough on my way here."

"C'mon, smartass," Bradley chuckles, taking hold of her hand and leading her over to the patio.

It's nice to have her hand in his again. It's only been a few hours, but he's missed the feeling of it. He doesn't let go of it as they settle side by side at a patio table.

"You didn't tell me you'd be coming here," He chastises.

"You didn't tell me, either," She laughs.

"No, I guess not...I think we managed to talk about everything but that."

"I guess we did," She agrees. He smiles as she raises her drink to her lips, his gaze holding steady on her mouth as she takes a drink.

"So?" He asks. "Do you like it?"

You fight to keep your expression steady as you swallow. He wasn't kidding—that's a little bumpy on the way down. The alcohol burns your throat more than you thought it would. You swallow, clear your throat, and nod.

"It's...Wow," You manage, "Okay, putting that down and taking my time."

Bradley chuckles, raising his glass and drawing in a deep gulp, swallowing it steadfastly.

"Showoff," You mutter, averting your gaze. "Are you stationed nearby?"

"For the time being, yeah. What about you, what brings you out here?"

"I'm visiting someone."

"Someone at base?"

"Mhm."

"Friend, family?"

"Family."

"Mm."

"Hm?"

"Nothin'. Just. Mm."

You smile, lowering your gaze to where he's still holding your hand. You think that he may pull it away, and you sweep your thumb along the side of his, like that'll entice him to hold on.

"You gonna be here long?" He asks.

"Uh—Couple of weeks. I'm here to—I mean, I'm not just here to visit, I've got um...I'm working. Like, a little."

"In town?"

"At base."

Bradley's brows shoot up at that, and you have to fight back a bashful smile as his head tips forward.

"What are you doing at base?" He asks.

"They're introducing a new inventory software. They wanted me to be in-person, make sure there aren't any hiccups."

"Why didn't you board with me when they asked for military personnel?"

"Oh, my—god, I was so, so late, and I only had a standby ticket. They, like, just squeezed me on."

"Well, hell," Bradley comments, leaning back a bit. "Why didn't you tell me?"

"I just...I wasn't thinking about it, and once I knew you were in the Navy...I dunno, I didn't wanna bank on us going the same place."

"Bank on it?"

"You know. I didn't wanna get my hopes up."

Bradley's smile widens warmly at you, and it makes your stomach flutter. You actually reach out and grasp your drink, taking a sip, just to occupy your hands and mouth before you can say or do anything stupid.

"...Couple of weeks," He comments softly, "A lot can happen in a couple of weeks."

"Oh? Like what?" You ask once you've swallowed.

"Like I can take you up."

"Oh—Oh no—"

"Oh yeah," He chuckles, nodding.

"Are you kidding? I could barely manage a commercial flight!"

"Mm, but I wasn't piloting. I swear, you'll find this flight way more smooth, way more enjoyable."

"I don't know if I believe that."

"C'mon," He laughs, leaning back and raising his free hand and holding up two fingers. "Scout's honor, remember?"

"I remember. I don't believe it this time, but I remember."

Bradley scoffs, leaning back and slapping his hand over his chest.

"You're breakin' my heart here."

"I think you'll be fine."

"Agree to disagree."

You hold one another's gazes, your smiles growing in tandem.

"Seriously, though," He says softly, shifting closer on the bench seat. "Can I see you again?"

"You really want to?"

"Yeah. I'd like to see if we're as good on the ground as we are in the air."

Your smile widens, and you can't help but swipe your tongue across your lower lip. Your heart thuds in your chest as he tracks the movement.

"You know," He murmurs, "The air host that came by with snacks—"

"Oh, you mean the snack you didn't wake me up for?"

"I gave you all of my sun chips."

"If you'd just woken me up, we both could've had our own bags—"

"Anyway," He presses, "She asked me...If my girlfriend wanted anything."

"...Oh did she."

"She did."

"Well, next time, you can tell her that I want to be awoken for snacks."

Bradley smiles more widely, leaning in just a touch.

"Next time," He repeats softly. You nod a little, gaze drifting to his lips.

"God forbid you get stuck beside me on a plane again."

"I should be so lucky."

His insistence is soft, his breath brushing against your lips. Your stomach flips, your grip tightening on his as his hand raises to cup your cheek.

And then you hear your name called, and your eyes snap open. You whirl around, spotting a familiar figure standing by the door.

"Dad!" You spring up, jogging over to him and meeting him where he stands in the doorway. He hugs you tightly, patting your back.

"I'm sorry I'm late. A meeting ran over," He mutters.

"Oh, it's okay! Really, it is, I, uh..." You lean back. "I had company."

"I can see that." Your dad tips his chin up, raising his voice. "Evening, lieutenant."

Turning around, you spot Bradley practically standing at attention.

"Admiral Simpson," Bradley greets with a stiff nod.

"Let's go," Your dad urges, nodding over his shoulder. "We'll be late."

"Yeah! Give me like two minutes."

Your father's eyes flicker between you and Bradley, and he mutters, "Make it fast," Though his eyes stay on Bradley.

"I will...Dad."

"Alright."

He gives Bradley one more nod before he heads inside. You shove your hands in your pockets, walking back to Bradley.

"So...I take it you know my dad," You hedge carefully.

"Admiral Beau Simpson...Is your father," Bradley manages, eyes still set over your shoulder.

"Yes." Your nerves begin to well up, and you find yourself taking your drink up and draining it. "Um—I really should go, but if—If my dad hasn't managed to scare you off—" Bradley's eyes drop to your rapidly heating face, watching as you fumble with your phone, "I would like to see you again. Might even hold still long enough for you to take me up."

You think he'll say thanks, but no thanks—you're certain he'll grip your hand and shake it, and tell you that it's been nice meeting you again before he flees the country.

But Bradley takes hold of your phone. You watch, stunned and elated, as he enters his information, then holds it out again. You can't help but grin, and take it from him when he holds it out.

"Great," You breathe. You turn, making it three steps away before you whirl around. You jog back to Bradley and lean up, pressing a gentle kiss to his cheek. When you lean away again, you find Bradley's brows raised, lips parted in mild surprise.

"I'll, um—" You hold the phone up and wave it, "You know?"

"Yeah," He nods, smiling.

"Okay," You chirp, giving another nod before you turn, hurrying toward the door.

"Was that Simpson?" Jake asks as Bradley rejoins them.

"Yep," Bradley pops the 'p', leaning back against the door.

"He left with—"

"His daughter."

Jake's mouth works wordlessly before he laughs.

"Oh, Bradshaw," He shakes his head, "You are...So screwed."

Bradley can't help but smile a bit, face warming where she'd pressed a kiss.

"You have no idea."

#Bradley Rooster Bradshaw x Reader #Bradley Bradshaw x Reader #Bradley Rooster Bradshaw x You #Bradley Bradshaw x You #Rooster x Reader #Rooster x You #anon #replies #asks

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Okay. Executive decision. Posting the first chapter of my two-parter here, because I'm loaded with caffeine and I want you guys to see what I've been up to all week. Uh it's pure Funnybunny, so sorry if you wanted some Ragatha romance stuff... Uhhhhhh also like... it's a bit long? And character driven rather than romance driven. Hope you like it anyway! Oh and I'm linking the AO3 if you'd prefer that. T/W: Mild cartoon violence, self hatred, a sex joke

https://archiveofourown.org/works/55822147/chapters/141729268

Like Rhinestones, Falling From the Sky (Part 1)

he grounds of the Digital Circus had two states. Daytime and sunny, nighttime and clear. It was a constant that no one bothered to disturb. Caine could grant a lot of requests around the circus, but rarely in any way the asker might want. Ask for a few wildflowers to add some color on the grounds? Congratulations, now there was an entire field of flowers, flowers that smelled like cheap, nose-tickling perfume and grew so thick and snared that it was impossible to walk around outside. Ask for a cool, dim day because you wanted a nap? Hey presto, now the entire circus was engulfed in an impenetrable fog that made Silent Hill look like the Aouzou Strip. The performers all followed the same motto when it came to the weather:

If it’s already broken, don’t break it any more.

Due to this motto being in place, it was a complete mystery as to why all the performers were shaken awake early one morning by a skull-rattling crash of thunder.

Kinger was the first out of his room, bursting through his door with a melodramatic wail.

“They’ve finally arrived! The harvest has commenced! They want ALL of our garmonbozia!!!”

Zooble was out of their room next, screwing their head back on their torso and limping over to the eldest performer.

“Relax! Chill the f#%@ out, old timer, it’s just thunder.” they snapped, still not quite awake.

As if on cue, another rapturous tremor of thunder tore through the air, Ragatha emerging from her room and staring worriedly at the ceiling before joining the group.

“Are you guys okay? That’s some crazy weather we’re-“

Ragatha let out an “eep!” as Kinger seized her by the front of the dress.

“Ragatha! We’re under attack! What’s Morse code for SOS?!”

Ragatha gently took hold of Kinger’s wrists and guided them off of her dress. She smiled and her voice took on a warm, fuzzy tone.

“Hey… no one is attacking us, Kinger. It’s probably been ages since you’ve heard a thunderstorm, hasn’t it? There’s nothing to be afraid of.” she cooed.

“Unless that’s what they want you to think.” came a slippery voice from behind her. Jax leaned against the wall, one foot flat against it. He sported a tired but nonetheless smug grin.

“Jax, quit it. Can’t you see he’s scared?” Ragatha chided, but Jax continued as if she hadn’t spoken, walking right up to Kinger.

“Who knows, maybe they’re after your bug collection, Kinger, or- OW!”

Zooble silenced Jax with a single, well aimed punch to the cheek.

“Can you shut up? It’s too early for your schoolyard bull#%&$.” Zooble drawled.

Jax massaged his cheek and gave a petulant “Jeez…” under his breath. Pomni was out of her room next, stirred from sleep like the rest of them. Her black eyelids hung over her eyes like an eclipse, and she dragged her body over to the others as if it had weights tied to it.

“Hey, morning, Sunshine!” Jax smirked, a hand still on the cheek Zooble punched.

“Go #%&$ yourself…” Pomni mumbled, staring off into the void.

“YEESH, everyone is crabby this morning. I can’t even say hello withou-“

KRK-BOOOOOOOMMMM!

A peal of thunder like a boulder tumbling into a dump truck shook the air again, everyone instinctively covering their ears (or where their ears should have been.)

“Okay, we should see what’s going on! Maybe it’s part of a new adventure..?” Ragatha proposed as soon as the rumbling subsided.

“Wait! Where’s Gangle?!” Kinger cried.

There was a soft click as the door to Gangle’s room was opened just a crack, the ribbon girl peering just one eye out and trembling like a leaf.

“What’s happening…?” she mewled.

Zooble pressed their foot on top of Jax’s to keep him from speaking up.

“It’s just a storm, Gangle… We’re gonna go see what’s going on. You wanna come with?” Ragatha smiled and approached Gangle’s door, offering a hand. Gangle gulped and took Ragatha’s hand with one of her ribbons.

“Okay…” she whimpered.

Jax made a “gag me” motion but remained quiet.

The six performers headed out into the main room, nearly tumbling onto the chessboard floor from another apocalyptic boom of thunder.

“Does this sort of thing ever happen out of nowhere..?!” Pomni shouted, her crabbiness from lack of sleep bubbling over.

“Didn’t you hear Caine when you first got here? ‘THE AMAZING DIGITAL CIRCUS IS A PLACE WHERE ANYTHING CAN HAPPEN!’ Chaos is sorta par for the course.” Jax replied. His impression of Caine was actually pretty good, and might have made Pomni smirk a bit if she wasn’t so irritable.

“Jax is right,” Ragatha chimed in from further ahead. “Around here you have to expect the unexpected, and prepare for what isn’t there.”

“Yeah, but the way I said it wasn’t stupid.” Jax replied.

The six of them reached the tent’s exit. It was zipped closed, but quavered feverishly. A small pool of rainwater oozed through the bottom of the flap, occasionally lit bright pearly blue by unseen flashes of lightning from outside.

“Okay, so it’s definitely storming. Now we know.” Jax drawled, crossing his arms.

“See Kinger? No one is coming, it’s just bad we-“

Another tremendous crash of thunder interrupted Ragatha, and a half-second later, all of the lights in the tent sputtered and died. The only light left was the heavily censored sunlight from outside filtering under the tent flap.

“I f#%&$ng hate it here…” Zooble sighed.

“Okay, no one wander off. Let’s all stick together and find our way back to our rooms…” Ragatha began.

Gangle jolted with a yelp. “Someone grabbed me!”

“Jax!” Zooble growled.

“It wasn’t me! I’m all the way back here, Hodge-Podge!” Jax retorted from the darkness.

“It was me, Gangle! I grabbed your hand…” Ragatha interjected. “I’m sorry, I thought you would need a hand to hold.”

“Tha-That’s not my hand-”

The performers squinted as a corona of light bloomed in the middle of the room. From the center of the ring, Bubble appeared, glowing with an iridescent, rainbow colored light.

“And God said, let there be LIGHT!” he announced, his squeaky voice echoing throughout the tent.

“DON’T BE RIDICULOUS BUBBLE! IF ANYONE’S GOD AROUND HERE, IT’S YOURS TRULY!” Caine floated down from on high, emitting his own faint light, just enough so he could be seen clearly against the backdrop of darkness.

“There is no God here…” Zooble muttered.

“Amen.” added Pomni.

“SO MY LITTLE SUPERSTARS! IT SEEMS YOU’VE ALL BEEN MADE AWARE OF OUR INCLEMENT WEATHER!” Caine unzipped the tent entrance. The sky was charcoal black and arcing with threads of lightning. Rain slashed across the grounds in great sweeps and the howling wind eagerly pushed its way into the tent, bringing in a spray of raindrops that doused the six performers, who covered their faces and demanded Caine close the tent again, which he thankfully did after just a few seconds.

“BUT NOT TO WORRY! WHILE I FIX THIS BROUHAHA, YOU ALL-”

He paused for another crash of thunder.

“-YOU ALL WILL BE ENJOYING AN ADVENTURE!”

“La dee da.” Jax drawled.

“SO, PLEASE ENJOY YOUR TIME IIIIN-”

Caine snapped his fingers. There was a moment or two of silence before Caine looked down at his fingers and snapped once again. Then again.

“Huh. That was supposed to open a portal.” Caine said sheepishly.

“Did you try turning it off and on again?” Bubble asked, squinting one eye.

“Havin’ issues there, Caine? It’s alright, it happens to guys your age.” Jax said with a grin. Pomni felt the corners of her mouth raise, despite herself.

“I DON’T APPRECIATE YOUR INNUENDO, JAX!” Caine declared, brandishing his cane with a trembling hand. He tried a few more futile finger snaps.

“So, we’re stuck here..?” Gangle asked, wringing her ribbons together. “In the dark..?”

There was an ill-timed crash of thunder that made her jump and squeak a little too loudly. She covered up her mask as bright pink blush marks formed under her eyes.

“Yeah, I’m with Ribbons, Caine,” Jax said, jabbing a thumb at Gangle. “Everybody knows monsters like the dark since it’s easier to hide.”

“Okay, cut the Twilight Zone bull$#!%.” Zooble scoffed.

“As someone who’s actually seen The Twilight Zone,” Ragatha piped up. “The quote is ‘There’s nothing in the dark that wasn’t there when the lights were on.’ So we’re fine, Gangle. It’s just us.”

“Nerd.” Jax replied.

In the midst of this whole exchange, Caine had snapped his fingers a good two dozen times before clapping his hands to his face/teeth and bellowing in frustration.

“Excusemeforjustonesecond!” he spat before disappearing in a flash of light and some confetti. Bubble looked around, barely managing a “Bye-!” before popping, dousing the light and plunging the room back into darkness.

There was a moment or two of silence before another peal of thunder shook the tent. Gangle let out a quiet, uneasy groan as everyone tried to get their bearings in an almost total absence of light.

“I’m going back to bed.” Zooble announced flatly. The only indication that they were leaving was the sound of careful footsteps receding into the black.

“Wait, can you find your way there?” Pomni asked.

“I’ll figure it out.” Zooble replied, nothing but a voice from the darkness. Pomni listened to their receding footsteps before she began to pace back and forth.

“I can’t believe it, he just left us here. Not even a flashlight! Isn’t this place supposed to be magic?! How does the power even go out?!”

“It is the first time I’ve ever seen this happen since I’ve been here…” Ragatha admitted. “What about you, Kinger? You ever seen anything like this?”

“Right now I don’t see much of anything…” Kinger replied matter-of-factly.

Another roar of thunder, Gangle making an unhappy noise and clinging to Ragatha. Since it was dark, Jax couldn’t see, and thus couldn’t tease her for it. Ragatha patted her on the mask.

“I don’t want to go off by myself… What if something happens?” she whimpered.

“Come on, Crybaby, you’re not seriously worried about monsters, are ya?” Jax drawled.

“You’re the one that put the thought into her head, Jax.” Pomni replied.

“I was joking .” Jax snarked, as if it was the most obvious fact since “water happened to be a little damp.”

“Jokes are supposed to be funny.”

“Yeah?” Jax’s tone darkened. “Well unfortunately, Clownface , the funny guy-”

They were interrupted by a dry, metallic scratch and a spark of orange light. Kinger held a silver lighter in his hand, which supported a tiny yellow-orange flame.

“…That’s my lighter.” Jax said after a moment. “Where did you get my lighter?!”

“Wait, Jax, why do you have a lighter at all?” Ragatha interjected.

“None of your business. You need to stay outta my stuff, Hoo-Hah.” Jax took a few steps towards Kinger.

“I only found it.” Kinger said, taking an equal number of steps back.

“Bull. I don’t leave my stuff layin’ around. Hand it over.” Jax stuck a gloved hand out.

Kinger looked down at the lighter, then to Jax, who put his hand forward more insistently. Kinger snapped the lighter closed, smothering the fire and disappearing into darkness.

“Hey! Where’d you go?!”

“Kinger, wait! We need the light! Don’t go!” Gangle begged.

There was a grunt and a crash somewhere in the dark, the thunder replying in kind. Another dry, metallic scratch and Kinger reappeared, illuminated orange and standing over by Gangle and Ragatha.

“What was that?!” he cried, stiffly holding the flame out in front of him.

“It was me, you moron!” Jax’s irritated voice called out from somewhere in the void. “I couldn't see my hand in front of my face! Now hand over my lighter before I-”

Kinger yelped and snapped the lighter closed again.

“Both of you, stop it!” Pomni shouted. “Jax, I don’t give a $#!% if it’s yours or not, it’s all we’ve got for light right now, so quit acting like a p&!€# for two god&@#% seconds! Kinger!”

They heard the jester take a breath and soften her voice.

“Kinger. We need the lighter to see. Can you please turn it back on so we can at least get back to our rooms?”

There was a pause, another rumble of thunder, and at last, a metallic flick as the lighter sparked again. Kinger’s hands shook.

“Thank you…” Pomni said with a weary smile. “Lead the way, if you don’t mind.”

The five performers made their way towards backstage, slowly and methodically in the cavernous tent. They passed an overturned pile of brightly colored shapes, Jax delivering a well aimed punt to a mint-colored cylinder, which sailed off into the darkness and landed out of sight with a drumroll of thuds.

“Was that the thing you tripped over?” Ragatha asked, her smile audible in her voice.

“Felt like kickin’ something.” Jax replied tartly.

After a few minutes of careful maneuvering amidst peals of thunder, the five of them made it to the corridor backstage.

“Well… what do we do now..?” Pomni asked.

“Do we have to do anything?” Jax replied.

“Well… not really. But I think it might be fun to have a slumber party!” Ragatha said brightly.

“No offense, Ragatha, but I don’t know if any of us are really in a party mood…” Pomni said, rubbing her left arm with her right hand.

“No, no, it doesn’t have to be an actual party. We can all just hang around in my room! I’ve got some candles we can light so we can see, and I’ll teach you guys how to make a blanket fort-”

“You have candles?” Pomni interrupted. “Oh, that’s really good news… Now we don’t have to sit around in the dark. How many do you have, Ragatha?”

“Oh gosh, um…” Ragatha rubbed her chin with her hand. “30? No, 40!”

There was a period of silence. Kinger held the lighter out so she was illuminated.

“What?” Ragatha asked, putting her hands on her hips defensively. “I need to de-stress every once in a while too, y’know!”

“If the tent ever burns down, we know who to blame.” Jax quipped.

“Oh stop it!” Ragatha flapped her hand dismissively.

“Can… we have a few? Just to have a little bit of light around here…” Pomni asked, touching the tips of her fingers together.

“Yeah! Absolutely, come on!” Ragatha led her fellow performers to her room, unlocking the door with a bit of flourish and motioning them inside. “After you!”

The four of them entered her room, Kinger leading the way with the lighter. Ragatha’s bedroom was… on brand. In the dim light, they could make out some plastic furniture that would have been right at home in a dollhouse. A pink, squat tea table surrounded by some plush and frilly cushions. The table came complete with an old fashioned white China teapot and cups, a glazed pink and yellow flower painted on the side of the pot, and the rims of both the cups and pot were lined with gold leaf (or at least a serviceable imitation of it). In the opposite corner, a CRT television sat within a yellow floral patterned hutch, and a game console was hooked up to it. Her bed sat neatly made on the far end of the room, a canopy like Pomni’s, although striped with magenta and cotton-candy pink rather than red and blue. At the food of the bed sat at least a dozen stuffed animals, a teddy bear, a camel, a tiger, and more, all in a neat pile. While they should have looked cute and inviting in the light, in the near dark, they looked uncanny. Their shoebutton eyes caught the flame’s reflection in such a way that made them look insectoid, and their vacant, pleasant expressions staring off into nothing gave off the impression of someone who had lost their mind gazing into the abyss.

Ragatha hurried over to the hutch, opening a drawer and taking out a brand new white candle.

“Here’s my stash,” she chuckled, rummaging around in the drawer a bit more. “I have a couple that are scented too. Do you guys like… apple cinnamon or toasted marshmallow more? I’m more of a sandalwood gal myself…”

Jax made a noise of disgust. Kinger stared intently at a stuffed elephant, as if waiting for it to blink.

“Nanny cam…?” he whispered to himself.

There was a crash of thunder and everyone jolted. Gangle covered the top of her mask with her ribbons and Kinger fumbled with the lighter, managing to keep hold of it.

“Good thing you have that, Jax. I just ran out of matches…” Ragatha sighed, setting up a neat cluster of candles

“Okay, um, I think we should use a couple to light the hallway, if it’s okay with you…at least until Caine fixes things.” Pomni said. “Um, and if I could borrow one or two for my room-”

“Me too please.” Gangle chimed in, raising a ribbon.

“I need to get my camping stove…” Kinger muttered, still engaged in a stare-off with Ragatha’s stuffed elephant.

“K-Kinger, you have a camping stove?” Pomni asked.

“The h@!! do you need one of those for?” Jax also asked, crouching beside Kinger to see what was so interesting about that and stuffed animal.

“…In case the power goes out.” Kinger replied after a moment.

“This is the first time the power has ever gone out…” Ragatha admitted, but she smiled anyway. “I’m glad you’ve been thinking ahead though.”

Ragatha then gasped. “Oh! We can make tea! I have the best recipe I need to show you guys! It’s perfect for a day like today!”

“I’d like some tea. Something warm to drink would really hit the spot.” Pomni said with a faint smile. Gangle also nodded.

“Hey, I got a suggestion too.” Jax called, raising a finger.

In one swoosh, Jax snatched the lighter out of Kinger’s hands, closing it with a clink and extinguishing their one source of light.

“Jax, hey! I can’t see!” complained Ragatha.

“My lighter, my rules. I’m heading back to my room.” he said.

“What…? Jax, you’re kidding. We need the lighter for just a little longer, then it’s all yours.” Ragatha insisted.

“It’s already all mine. You stole it. So now I’m keeping it.” Jax replied from somewhere in the dark.

“Jax, come on!” Pomni shouted. “Everyone could have light again if you would just-”

“Everyone will have light again when Caine gets the electricity working. Just be patient.”

“But… But Jax…” Gangle began, her voice quavering. “I’m… I’m scared of the dark, please just let us light a few candles…”

“Nope. Your eyes should adjust soon enough.”

The sound of Jax’s retreating footsteps and the open and shut of the door were muffled by another churning rumble of thunder. Ragatha sighed from her place in the dark.

“Well, don’t worry everyone. We can have a slumber party even in the dark. It’ll take a bit more time to set up and we can’t do as much, but-”

Everyone jumped at a sudden angry yell and thunk. Pomni punched the wall, then felt her way towards the door, throwing it open and stomping out into the hallway.

“Pomni’s very angry.” Kinger said in a hushed voice. Ragatha set her candles down on the hutch, a few of them rolling off and clattering to the floor as she carefully made her way to her door in almost complete darkness.

“Pomni? Pomni, where are you going?” she called out into the hall.

It wasn’t too difficult for Pomni to find Jax’s door feeling around in the dark, it was right across from her room, after all. Her right hand aching from punching the wall, she banged on his door with her left.

“JAX! GET OUT HERE!” she bellowed.

“Pomni, hey, it’s okay-!” Ragatha insisted, alarmed at the newest member’s sudden explosion of rage.

“NO! No, it’s not okay! I’m sick to death of him acting like this! It ends right the #%@& now, you hear me?!”

Pomni shouted all this as she feverishly twisted the handle of Jax’s locked door. After several mighty turns, she scoffed and took a few steps back.

“You wanna hide like a coward? Fine!”

“What’s going on?!” Zooble’s voice shouted. They had poked their head into the hallway after hearing the racket outside.

Pomni took another couple steps back until she was almost touching the opposite wall, then ran forward, barging Jax’s door with her shoulder. Thunder roared.

“Pomni!” Ragatha cried, her voice cracking. “Pomni, what are you doing?! Are you okay?!”

Pomni took the same number of steps backwards and ran forward, smashing into the door again, eliciting a splintery crunch from the jamb. She backed up once again, both her right shoulder and right knuckle ached now, but she barely felt it. Truth be told she couldn’t pinpoint just one reason why Jax’s behavior had enraged her so badly. She was angry from lack of sleep, she was angry that Jax was being such a selfish bully for no reason, she was angry that he had the capacity for kindness and yet chose to act like this-

Her rage burned blue-hot as she charged at the door, bracing her shoulder for impact. The impact never came. She sailed right past the point where she should have met hard wood, stumbling forward into a boneless somersault. She tumbled over herself and ended up in a sitting position.

Jax’s room had incredibly faint daylight filtering in from his window. The sky was still the color of a dusty tire, mostly black with flecks of lights. Flashbulbs of lightning popped from within swollen thunderheads.

Pomni heard the door shut behind her. In the faint light, she saw Jax turn the lock on his door before turning to look at her, arms crossed.

“You almost broke my door, newbie.” he said with almost parental condescension.

Pomni didn’t say anything in return, only glaring. Anger prickled down her back. Thunder boomed.

“You know what? Take it.” Jax took the lighter out of his pocket. It shined in the stormlight. “If you’re gonna throw such a hissy fit about something so tiny, you might as well have it so you don’t embarrass yourself more than you already have. Go on. I don’t want it anymore.”

Jax held his hand out, the lighter on his palm. Pomni reared back and slapped his hand away, the lighter bouncing off the wall with a weighty thud, doing a few midair loops and finally skittering to a stop a few feet behind her.

“What the h@&&?! I gave you what-”

“SHUT UP!!!”

Pomni barked this order with such ferocity that Jax immediately fell silent. It seemed to have shocked the jester herself, as she took a moment to find her voice afterwards.

“…Why? Why did you do that?” was all she managed to get out.

“I don’t like people touching my stuff.” came Jax’s reply. Despite his shock at being yelled at, he managed to keep his tone cool and even. There was a millisecond flash of lightning. Thunder rumbled.

“Not that. Just… why do you always..? I know you’re capable of being kind. I’ve seen it firsthand. They don’t do anything to you, Jax! So why do you just keep picking at everyone?”

“Because they let me.”

Pomni felt her anger froth to the surface again.

“Oh. OH. That makes perfect sense! So you’re cruel because you can be! Nice to know you’re just a sadist then! Ha! That saves me a lot of time, then! We’re through. Get outta my way.”

Pomni snatched the lighter off the ground and pushed past Jax.

“…I’m not a sadist.” he said without turning around.

“You just said you’re cruel to people for fun. That’s the definition of a sadist!” Pomni unlocked the door to his room and placed her hand on the knob.

“It’s not for fun.”

Her hand slid off the knob. There was a rolling growl of thunder.

“So what is it then?!” Pomni turned back to Jax, walking up to him and poking him in the chest. “You keep changing your story! First it was ‘I want them to hate me instead of their situation,’ now it’s ‘I do it because I can.’ So what is it? Tell. Me. The. TRUTH.”

“You want the truth, huh?” Jax said. Half of his face was silhouetted in shadow, his tone steeped in frosty ire.

“YES. Or you can forget about us. About all of this. It’ll be like we never met.” Pomni asserted.

“FINE.” Jax hissed. He turned to the window, looking out on the maelstrom of clouds and wind and rain. Another blinding flash of lightning and grumble of thunder.

“I… I hate myself.”

For a good 10 seconds, the only sounds were that of the rain on the digital grass and the wind buffeting Jax’s window.

“S-S-Say again?” Pomni finally asked.

“I hate myself.” Jax repeated, not taking his gaze off the storm. His affect was neutral, but his eyes were distant.

“You… hate yourself?” Pomni echoed.

“Yeah.”

The jester chewed on one of her gloves. A flicker of lightning and a softer, yet prolonged burble of thunder rolled across the grounds. She removed her glove from her teeth.

“How do I know that’s not a lie too?” she asked, looking intently at the floor.

“It’s not.” Jax immediately replied. “I guess, just, believe me.”

Pomni continued chewing on one of her gloves. She jumped a little at an especially loud crack of thunder, but otherwise remained rooted to the spot. An excruciating minute passed.

“…Okay. You hate yourself.” Pomni finally conceded, throwing her arms out and letting her hands slap against her hips. “So?”

This query got Jax to turn towards Pomni. The icy glare on his face could have shriveled flowers. “The £@€# do you mean, ‘so?’”

“Exactly what it sounds like.” Pomni shot back.

“So? You hate yourself so you treat everyone but me sometimes like trash?! What kind of excuse is that?”

The corner of Jax’s mouth twitched. She had prodded a nerve with that one. He turned back to the window, looking out on the storm-swept grounds.

“Get outta my room.” he ordered.

“No.” Pomni said with a humorless laugh. “You seriously think I’m gonna go ‘Oh you poor baby, I didn’t know; all is forgiven?’ just because you said you hate yourself? It doesn’t work like that! I hate myself too and I don’t act a FIFTH as awful as you do!”

“What do you mean, you hate yourself..?” Jax demanded quietly.

Pomni took a deep breath. Well, he had been honest with her. She waited for the latest boom of thunder to quiet down before continuing.

“I don’t remember everything about outside… but I remember that before I came here I… I was alone. I never went out drinking or dancing; I had no one to go with. Hadn’t kept in touch with my college friends and didn’t associate with anyone at work. How could I? I never had anything to talk to my coworkers about, I never reacted right to anyone’s jokes, I only went to team building exercises if they were mandatory… But it wasn’t like they didn’t try! I got invited to dinner or to birthday parties, and I always said no, I was busy. You wanna know what I was doing?”

“Pomni-” Jax began

“No! Ask me what I was doing!”

Jax didn’t reply. Pomni finally shrugged after a moment and answered her own question with a phony smile.

“Nothing. £@€# all. I was doing sudoku, or watching a movie I had already seen, or scrolling on my phone in bed. And I hated myself for it! I would cry into my pillow, I was so lonely! I would tell myself how stupid, stupid, STUPID I was, and how I was an idiot who didn’t deserve friends! I had every opportunity to get out of the hole I dug for myself, and I didn’t, because I was scared they would hate me even more than I thought they already did.”

Pomni felt her anger rise once again.

“Uh huh. But guess what? I never picked on anyone. I never made anyone else feel worse! I hurt so badly some days I wanted to DIE and I still tried my best to smile and treat everyone around me like a PERSON! You hate yourself? SO F#%&ING WHAT?! That doesn’t give you the right to make everything around you worse!”

Pomni panted, doubling over to catch her breath. She braced herself for some sort of projectile Jax might throw at her. Instead, he only stared at her before turning back to the window. Thunder rumbled.

“I’m… sorry you hate yourself. Really. It’s the worst feeling. But it’d be so much better if you just… didn’t hurt people. Let them in and helped you heal. It’s what I needed, and now that I have friends…”

Pomni stopped herself. She stared down at the floor again. She hated eye contact already, eye contact after an argument was like staring at the sun.

“So… why do you hate yourself?” Pomni asked after some more silence.

“What does it matter?” Jax replied.

Pomni scoffed. “Don’t give me that. Has it occurred to you that I actually care about you? If I didn’t, why would I even be asking? Why would I have kissed you after you made me salmon a few nights ago? I like you, Jax. But you can be a real p&!@% sometimes, and that isn’t okay, even if your pain is real. Why do you hate yourself?”

“I don’t want to talk about it.” Jax said firmly.

Pomni let out a protracted sigh, chewing on the finger of one of her gloves and looking down at the floor one last time before looking back up at Jax. He was looking out at the storm.

“Okay. Thanks for at least giving me a real answer. I’ll bring your lighter back in a bit.”

Pomni headed for the door once again. She felt a hand touch her shoulder and she practically jumped out of her skin with a sharp gasp. She whirled around and took a few steps back, Jax pulling his hand back in shock.

“W-What?! Don’t… don’t touch me!” she snapped reflexively.

“…I’m…” Jax began.

Pomni crossed her arms and waited, looking everywhere but in Jax’s face.

“…I’m…” he tried again. “I’m not being… I’m not just being difficult. I don’t remember.”

Pomni quirked an eyebrow. “Don’t remember what?”

“Why. I don’t remember why I hate myself. It’s just gone. Poof, right along with my name.”

Pomni licked her lips. She was thirsty from all the shouting.

“You’re… being serious right now? You aren’t just trying to weasel your way-”

“No. No, I’m- I’m totally serious.”

Pomni managed to look into his eyes for a moment. They were big, but his pupils were tiny despite the extremely low light. Just the way he’d looked after she had seen him have a nightmare. Scared.

“…That’s horrible.” Pomni said, looking away after she began to feel itchy. “I… can’t imagine how horrible it must be to hurt and not know why… like a pain in a phantom limb.”

Jax didn’t say anything, looking back out at the window. Lightning flashed, a bright pink-white splinter across the clouds, and there was a tremulous rumble of thunder that followed.

“But… you shouldn’t take it out on people. Even if it makes the pain stop. There are other things you can do…” Pomni added. “And… And I’m willing to listen to you whenever you’re hurting. Even if I’m hurting too.”

Jax looked back at the jester, who immediately stared down at the floor.

“Why? You barely know me. You said it was so hard to make friends back in the real world. What makes me so special?”

Pomni swallowed. She really needed something to drink.

“I know. That it’s bizarre for me to like you when I’ve always had such a hard time. But… I want to help you anyway. Isn’t that weird?”

She managed a smile and to look him in the eyes again. Jax gave a short “heh…” and looked away this time.

“Thanks, Pompom.” he said.

“Anytime, Bunny-Boy.”

The two of them shared an awkward chuckle. Pomni cleared her throat.

“Um… do you want to come with me? I’m gonna go have tea with Ragatha and the others…”

“I think I’m okay…” Jax replied.

“Jax, come on. It’ll be fun… Please?”

Pomni offered a hand.

“Alright, alright. But only ‘cause you said please.”

Jax took the jester’s hand, Pomni sparking the lighter and leading the way back to Ragatha’s bedroom.

#the amazing digital circus #funnybunny #jax x pomni #tadc pomni #tadc jax #tadc #oh no cringe #tadc ragatha #autistic pomni

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metalmaul · 2 years

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this Christmas season, let's remember the classics

* EDIT: I've thought about it and I feel like I should provide a transcript because this video isn't subtitled (I just ripped it from YouTube,) so apologies for this becoming a Very Long post but it's just the right thing to do. I tried to make it as accurate as possible but there might be some mistakes.

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Joel: I think it's, uh, kinda hot to be wearing these scarves in here.

Crow: Oh, well, scarves are a must. You can't go caroling without a scarf, you'll catch your death!

Joel: You know, you are like one of those kids I remember in, uh, high school that used to sell the most candy bars for the marching band.

Crow: Haha, yeah.

Tom: President of the swing choir, too.

Crow: Ahaha, thanks Joel Robinson, thanks Tom Servo.

Tom: What a kiss-up, this guy...

Crow: Ah, okay, now, if you'll all look at your sheet music, uh, we can rehearse my new song.

Joel: You wrote a Christmas song?

Crow: Hey, there's no tradition like a new tradition, haha!

Tom: Wait a minute— "Let's Have a Patrick Swayze Christmas?"

Crow: Uh, yeah, yeah! Based on my favorite movie, Roadhouse.

Tom: C'mon, what the heck does Patrick Swayze have to do with Christmas?!

Crow: Hey, you keep Christmas in your way, and let me keep it in mine, okay?

Tom: Ugh, jeez...

Joel: C'mon, Servo, it seems like a nice enough sentiment. We can give it a shot.

Crow: Alright, okay, okay, uh: 12:8 time, key of A flat major— and, Cambot, shoot 'em the tune!

[instrumental melody begins briefly & ends]

Crow: Okay, you'll just have to stay with me, everybody, okay?

[Tom singing along with the melody]

Crow: All your parts are written out. "Let's Have a Patrick Swayze Christmas" by Crow T. Robot.

Joel: "All: 'Let's Have a Patrick—'

Joel & Tom: '—Swayze Christmas...?'"

Crow: Right. Hit it, Cambot!

[instrumental melody begins again]

Tom: Oh! Oh, I start! I get it.

Crow: Yeah, I'm sorry...

Tom: Okay, pick it up. Uh, mm...

[singing begins]

Tom: Open up your heart and let the Patrick Swayze Christmas in. /

Crow: We'll gather at the Roadhouse with our next of kin. /

Joel: And Santa can be our regular Saturday night "thing..." /

Crow, Joel, & Tom: We'll decorate a barstool and gather 'round and sing. /

Tom: Oh! Let's have a Patrick Swayze Christmas this year, /

Crow: Or we'll tear your throat out and kick you in the ear! /

[singing stops]

Joel: Oh, oh, hold it a second, Cambot stop it.

[music stops]

Joel: Uh, Crow, I don't know if I think this is an appropriate sentiment anymore for Christmas.

Crow: Hey, like a good action sequence don't belong at Christmas?

Joel: W-well, no, it's just that I've never heard of a action sequence in a Christmas carol before.

Crow: Well then, grab hold to your socks and read on, Joel Robinson!

Joel & Tom: Okay.

Tom: Pick it up from measure 20, Cambot.

[instrumental melody begins again]

Tom: Lovely intro, very tasteful.

Crow: Thank you.

Tom: I like that...

[singing begins again]

Tom: It's my way or the highway this Christmas at my ba-a-ar. /

Crow: I'll have to smash your kneecaps if you bastards touch my car. /

Joel: I got the word that Santa has been stealing from the till, /

Crow & Tom: I think that that right-jolly-old-elf better make out his will! /

Joel & Tom: Oh, /

Crow, Joel, & Tom: Let's have a Patrick Swayze Christmas, one and all! And this can be the haziest, /

[instrumental flourish]

Tom: Oooooo~ Haha.

Crow, Joel, & Tom: This can be the laziest, /

[instrumental flourish]

Crow, Joel, & Tom: This can be the Swayziest Christmas of them all! /

Tom: La, la, la, la, la, la, la, ha-ha~ /

[song ends]

Crow: How long before it becomes a standard?

Joel: I think you gotta come with me, c'mon.

Crow: Aaaaaaaahhh!!!

Tom: Ugh, we'll be right back, heh. Save a leg for me! Heheheheh...

[MST3K theme music plays]

#mst3k #mystery science theater 3000

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captaincoldzero · 1 year

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Civil War (Part 2) | Steve Rogers x Hawks Male Reader

Fandom: Marvel

A/N: I know it took me a long time to bring the continuation, but all these months I was in a huge block. Anyway this is the continuation of the last story I posted.

A/N.2: Sorry for any mistake, but English is not my first language.

Steve Rogers meets Reader: here

Civil War (Part 1): here

‒ I don't know if you guys made this official yet, but did you get out of the front seat to sit next to your boyfriend? ‒ Sam complained about the backseat he shared with Bucky.

Any move one of them made hit the other, starting a small fight between the two. Steve just looked smiling at Y/N.

‒ No offense, but I'm more important than you, Wilson. ‒ Y/N responds looking in the car's rear view mirror.

‒ You can fly, why did you come in here? ‒ Sam asked, hitting Bucky with his arm who had done the same thing.

Y/N hugged his backpack with his feathers, but didn't respond to Sam who was distracted by another fight with Bucky. Steve drove to the airport he had scheduled to meet Clint.

He parked next to the van Clint was driving.

‒ Cap. ‒ Clint spoke when he saw Steve get out of the car.

The two shook hands. Y/N got out of the car, opening space for Sam and Bucky to get out later. While Wanda gets out of the van's passenger seat.

‒ You know I wouldn't have called If I had any other choice.

‒ Hey man, you're doing me a favor. Besides, I owe a debt. ‒ He spoke looking at Wanda.

‒ Thanks for having my back. ‒ Steve said.

‒ It was time to get off my ass. ‒ Wanda crossed her arms decisively.

‒ Who is he? ‒ Clint asks when he saw Y/N approaching.

‒ This is Y/N, he will help us too.

‒ Are you a famous avengers archer? ‒ Y/N asked as he shook Clint's hand.

‒ Famous is one way of saying it. ‒ Clint said smiling.

‒ How about our other recruit? ‒ Steve asked.

‒ He's rarin' to go. Had to put a little coffee in him, but… ‒ Clint opened the van door, startling the man who appeared to be sleeping. ‒ He should be good.

Steve and Sam looked at each other, curious about the new recruit.

‒ What timezone is this? ‒ Scott said as he got out of the van.

‒ Come on. Come on. ‒ Clint gave Scott a light push.

Scott greets Steve, with an emotional look on his face.

‒ Captain America. ― Scott spoke, extending his hand to shake Steve's hand.

‒ Mr. Lang.

‒ It's an honor. I'm shaking your hand too long. ‒ He spoke when he realized he still hadn't let go of Steve's hand. ‒ Wow! This is awesome! Captain America. ‒ Scott spoke, looking at Wanda behind him. ‒ I know you, too. You're great! ‒ He turns back and feels Steve's shoulders.

‒ You shouldn't touch him too much, should you, Y/N? ‒ Sam teases Y/N who just rolls his eyes.

‒ What? Why? ‒ Scott asks, looking at Y/N. ‒ I've never seen you on television.

‒ I prefer this way. ‒ Y/N responds smiling.

‒ Jeez. Ah, look. ‒ Scott returns to speak with Steve. ‒ I know you know a lot of super people, so… thanks for thanking me. ‒ Steve just nodded. ‒ Hey, man! ‒ Speak to Sam now.

‒ What's up, Tic Tac? ‒ Sam replied.

‒ Uh, good to see you. Look, what happened last time when I . . .

‒ It was a great audition, but it'll… It'll never happen again. ‒ Sam spoke, interrupting Scott so he wouldn't say anything about it.

‒ They tell you what we're up against? ‒ Steve asks, causing Scott to look back at him.

‒ Something about some psycho-assassins?

‒ We're outside the law on this one. So, if you come with us, you're a wanted man. ‒ Steve warned.

‒ Yeah, well, what else is new?

‒ We should get moving. ‒ Bucky spoke still near the car door.

‒ We got a chopper lined up. ‒ This time, Clint said.

An alert starts ringing in the building, drawing everyone's attention.

‒ They're evacuating the airport. ‒ Bucky as if translating what the alert was saying into another language.

‒ Stark. ‒ Sam spoke.

‒ Stark? ― Scott asked.

‒ Suit up. ‒ Steve spoke in an orderly tone.

While everyone was getting ready, Steve approached Y/N who was sitting in the passenger seat.

― I think you better stay out of this.

― What? Why? ― Y/N asked, confused.

― This whole mess is between the Avengers.

― And even so you brought that common guy in a van? ―

Y/N spoke, showing his irritation.

― Scott got into trouble with the Avengers base. ― Steve raised his voice.

― Look, if you're worried about me, that's fine, I feel really happy about that. But you're not going to tell me what I should or shouldn't do. Ok? ― Y/N got up from the bench, standing in front of Steve, even though he was still a few inches shorter.

― It could stay away. Observing from afar and only intervening when necessary? ― Steve asked as a last resort.

Y/N looked at Steve, deciding whether to accept the deal or not.

― Ok, whatever. ― Y/N replied, crossing his arms, obviously annoyed.

― I hate to interrupt the couple, but we're ready. ― Sam said.

Y/N opened his backpack and feathers flew out. He put on the aviator jacket that had the cutout on the back for them and each one joined at his back, forming his big pair of wings.

― Wow. ― Scott gasped. ― Wait, are you the news guy?

Ignoring Scott's question and one last look at Steve, Y/N flapped his wings and walked away.

― Sounds like you have competition. ― Clint said to Sam.

Y/N stood at a distance watching the entire battle unfold. How a spider boy appeared stealing Steve's shield and how the two sides appeared one after the other for a confrontation that damaged the entire area.

At times, Y/N almost moved or sent some feathers when it looked like Steve's team was losing, but they always managed to keep fighting. Y/N could see the separation of thoughts in a battle, with Scott and Spider Boy just wanting to show off for Steve and Stark.

To his surprise, Scott grew gigantic and grabbed the other Iron Man by the leg. He was able to stop the advance of Stark's team alone. Until the other Iron Man that had been thrown came back with Spider Boy attached to his back by a web line. Scott was having difficulty and unable to take the anxiety anymore, Y/N left the point he was and went to Scott's direction.

As he approached, Spider-Boy was hanging from Scott's body while the other Iron Man distracted him. Y/N threw a feather that cut Spider Boy's web and got close enough to kick him away using both legs.

― Do they still have one more? ― Y/N heard the other Iron Man speak.

― I deal with him, help the Captain. ― Scott spoke to Y/N who just nodded and went in the direction Steve and Bucky were running.

― I told you to stay away. ― Steve spoke as he ran.

― I do what I… ― Y/N stopped talking when she felt her entire body vibrate and her ears pop.

The other Iron Man fired a Y/N type blast of sound that forced him to cover his ears tightly. Steve threatened to come back to help Y/N.

― No! ― Y/N yelled. ― Go ahead!

Steve continued running alongside Bucky and Y/N used some of the feathers that were already loose, making them hit the other Iron Man's arm. Throwing a few more, Y/N pushed him away, not before he used a propulsion ray on Y/N that threw him to the ground.

Throwing a few more, Y/N pushed him away, not before he used a propulsion ray on Y/N that threw him to the ground. Throwing a few more, Y/N pushed him away, not before he used a propulsion ray on Y/N that threw him to the ground.

Wanda managed to hold onto the tower before falling. But the other Iron Man shot the same sonic blast at Wanda causing her to drop the turret.

Y/N sped up to approach where they were. Sensing something approaching in the air around him, guessing it was the other Iron Man, Y/N released a few of his feathers, just enough to propel Steve and Bucky into the shed before the turret hit the ground. And as he did so, he felt his foot being trapped by the Spider Boy's web and when he was about to let go, he noticed small missiles being launched in his direction, forcing him to protect himself with his wings and being thrown to the ground.

Spider Boy threw more web, pinning Y/N to the ground while he had his wings protecting his body. With more work than he thought he would have, he managed to free himself from the webs. Steve's jet had already left the airport, the two iron men along with Spider Boy were taking Scott down and Vision was beside Wanda, as if he was comforting her.

And when he thought that was over, he noticed Stark and the other Iron Man flying towards Steve's ship. Y/N hurried to fly to try to stop them, Sam was way ahead of him when a laser shot passed close to Y/N was going towards Sam who noticed and managed to dodge it, but hitting the other Iron Man who started to plummet.

Y/N went towards him, trying to send some feathers to try to soften the fall when he was hit by small missiles launched by Stark. The pain was enough to destabilize. Unfortunately, when Stark approached his friend, he had already hit the ground hard.

After managing to regain his balance, he landed next to Stark next to Sam.

― I’m sorry. ― Sam spoke really sadly.

― I could have caught him if you hadn't… ― Y/N was cut off with Stark shooting a propulsion beam towards the two, leaving them unconscious.

When Y/N woke up, he was in some sort of cell. Leather straps were attached to its body, which impeded the movement of its wings, and it wore a technological metal collar, which it assumed was the reason it couldn't control its feathers telepathically. Through the glass of her cell, she could see Wanda in another cell, her arms tied, sitting on the floor.

He felt impotent, he couldn't do anything there and like that. So he just sat on the bed, hugged his legs and accepted his future, hoping that Steve would finish what they started.

A few days passed before he heard someone approaching his cell. He knew it wasn't the guards because it wasn't mealtime.

Y/N looked through the glass of the cell, the man approached and when finally the light entered his face, he could see Steve smiling at Y/N.

― You took too long. ― Y/N said but knowing he was smiling too, happy to see Steve well.

― I had some mishaps along the way. ― Steve spoke ― I hope you have already packed your bags.

― For sure. I already made my review with one star for the terrible room service.

#captain america x male reader #steve rogers x male reader #marvel x male reader #marvel #x reader #x male reader #x you #steve rogers x you #captain america x you #captain america civil war

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eraldkarma · 9 months

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Ok so my hyper fixation on aphmau has sparked u again, I've decided to share my little Au with the world because my friends are getting tired of hearing about a minecraft roleplay from... oh god it's been that long? Jeez.

Anyway here is what I'm changing about the base cannon of mystreet before I throw in any crazy AUs like Ein being a decent person and living with Aph and Sylvanna during S2 of PDH or mystreet Dante getting stuck in MCD when everyone ditched him.

So I don't know I can fit my whole four years worth of brain rot in one post so we are going to start with the big blaring walking red flag himself Aaron.

What needs to change?

So so muck For starters, apparently, Aphmau needed to listen to sylvannas internet safety lectures a bit more because SHE STILL GIVES A STRANGER HER ACTUAL PHONE NUMBER!!! Sorry sorry this is a post about Aaron not how nieve aphmau is.

Anyway the guys 18 and is dating aphmau who is probably 14/15. This guy is going off to college in a year and aphmau still talks her stuffed cat and hides in a closet before her first day of high school.

Also at first I defended Aaron becouse I thought he just didn't know how old she was when they were strangers texting each other but they have a whole conversation about how nervous she is ABOUT HER FIRST DAY OF HIGH SCHOOL! Sorry again 😔 but if I was Aaron and I found out that the person I was talking to was actually a young girl who was probably fourteen or fifteen (younger actually since they've known each other and have been texting for atleast a couple months) and knowing that I am seventeen or eighteen would break it off and probably unfriend them not keep texting them about it and then start to ask them to reveal there real name.

Then there's the whole like ultima thing I know it wasn't actually written in until like season 4 of mystreet but I have a question 🤔 if darek knew what kind of life was in store for his son having the curse if he feels so bad about having to isolate his son if he knew the curse is a possibility why have him? Why risk have biological children? Or why not stop after milisasa since for some reason the curse only effects the males of a blood line. (You're telling Me the lycan family has never had an all female generation? Is the curse just dormant in females?) I'm changing that we need to change dark put him on the list right above Sylvanna but under KC.

There's also like why are you the alpha of the werewolf pack? Like I get it in highschool but after in season five? You don't know anything about the culture and Daniel ran the highschool pack for four years you don't have to be the alpha now? I genuinely think that was from Jason wanting his self insert to be the ' powerful hot alpha oc trademark do not steal'

So how an I gonna fix this?

Well we are going to start with Aaron's age, He's aphmaus age or well hes sixteen but so were Garothand Laurence. Plane and simple hes sixteen hes a softmore who was homeschooled is life becouse of his secret ultima curse. He does switch schools temporarily for S2 of PHD becouse dark was worried about how frequently Aaron was loosing control and how he still hadn't had a grasp on the curse, I'm gonna get to that hold tight.

That leads me into my next fix how Aph and Aaron met! They were put in the same online schooling class because Rachel is a bissness major, and Sylvanna is the type of mom to make you cry when she helps you study for your spelling bee (she loves her daughter but she does not have enogh patients to be a teacher.) Anyway they meet in the online class and find out they're both into the same things including a popular Online game and being lonely homeschooled kids latch onto each other, (I would imagine that Aaron went under a different name for the homeschooling program since he can't have the media tracking him down or asking questions y'know?) Then once they get to the age were they have phones reluctantly trade Instagram (aph made a separamount. Just for talking to Aaron and not posting pics because her mom follows her mian and Aaron makes his very first acount and only follows aph who goes by Shu on that account.)

Now to fix the lycann family.

Let's start with the curse, like I said makes no sense as to why Dark still had kids with Rachel biological when he Knew what his kids would go through. So the ultima curse effects all offspring male or female and it isn't usually as strong as Aaron's. In my head not being able to control there eyes was grown out of around five years old to seven years old and then there eyes stop turning red without wanting them to they still pose the danger it's just not that hard to control. It's like potty training they learn as they grow up. But for whatever reason Aaron never really grew out of the uncontrollable eyes thing, infact they were almost always red when he was young. This scared Darek who grew up on these stories about what will happen to them if the curse is ever discovered in they're family blood line, (which is why they still hide that they're werewolves.)

Aaron lived his life in solitude while millisa got to go out and experience the world she got to go the boarding schools in Germany and go with mom and dad on they're business trips while he stayed in they're house in falcon claw with either one of his parents or trusted staff. (This is not how millisa sees it BTW but we'll talk about her later.

I hope you enjoyed my brain dump.

#aphmau #fanfic #mystreet #mystreet rewrite #aaron lycan

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fandomcrazy6226 · 5 months

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Liveblogging Dracula Daily - May 5

Brought to you on May 7 because tech week is k i l l i n g me

I'm actually skipping my 7th period class cause I was gonna take a nap and I may still do that but I'm gonna get through these two posts first, cause technically I'm already late on the May 5 catchup. Whoopsie. Anyway, there'll be two posts today, more or less back-to-back, so enjoy the double feature!

Ooh, we're finally getting to the castle! More sleeping problems, trust me that's very relatable atm. I'm so exhausted after rehearsal every night and then it's impossible to actually fall asleep when I get home.

OK that 'robber steak' actually sounds really good. Love me some bacon.

"A name meaning 'word-bearer'"... huh? Like they call the door by a name? They call him a name? That structure is a bit confusing.

Oh joy, Satan, hell, witch, and *gasp* vampire! Hmm... something tells me this Count won't be the most transparent about these rumors. (Also as someone who watched the Sam and Colby video where they went to Dracula's Castle I wonder if there's a reason "strigoi" wasn't listed here. I do see "stregoica" though, which does look similar)

I think this is where someone who knew nothing about Dracula would definitely figure out something is wrong. Like, the last chapter with the old woman and the innkeeper suddenly not speaking German were definitely a tip-off but an entire crowd of people doing a gesture to ward off the evil eye? Yeah that's a big ol' flashing red light

Honestly I'd get super emotional too if a huge crowd of people I didn't even know did some kind of big protective gesture for me. Also, I'm sorry, the driver's pants are how big??

Again, the way this scenery is described is just so beautiful. And I definitely appreciate the translations here otherwise I'd spend way too much time on Google Translate

Okay... this driver seems odd. "The dogs are too vicious to walk", sure, thanks for the warning. "You'll probably have enough problems tonight", um. Get off my lawn you creepy thing with huge pants. And now I feel bad for the horses.

Okay they're going real fast now, and the other people are offering Jonathan gifts? Strange... but alright then. Oh and they're also doing the evil-eye-protection thing. Yeah does Jonathan realize he's probably walking into a blanket-fort-sized red flag with this trip yet?

Wait, what? What does he mean "not expected"? Are they really gonna take him all the way back to the inn and make him wait for however long just to bring him back? What the hell?

Ummmmmm red eyes you say? And black horses? And hiding his face? Is this a disguise? And the red lips and sharp teeth, yeah calling it now this guy is actually Dracula.

OK as someone who doesn't drink, why would the brandy help? Like is is just a courage thing? Or maybe for sleep?

Oh, midnight, all the evil things come out at midnight. According to the old lady from before, I think. Good thing he's got that cross, and like a million villagers helping him out.

Hm... methinks this driver has superstrength and can talk to animals. Wouldn't you guess what two more vampire powers are?

Is he... are they following a Will-o-Wisp? Is that was the blue flame is? Cause the popping around magical blue fire floating in the air sounds a lot like a Will-o-Wisp

OK that sounds terrifying, surrounded by wolves. But hey, I'm pretty sure wild wolves don't actually attack humans, since humans aren't prey. Or at least that's what Wild Kratts taught me. OK Google is backing me up here. I think wolves are generally pretty chill with humans, although the horses would definitely have a reason to freak out, considering wolves can take down moose.

Oh, so the driver basically waves his arms and the wolves go away? Not suspicious at all...

Oh jeez, this just keeps on going. Hang on, how much is left of this entry? OK I shouldn't have to split the chapter. I'm just gonna keep going, hopefully I'm done before the bell rings.

Um, no, Jonathan, I don't think this is a common occurrence for most realtors. Aww, Mina mention again! Oh, this poor boy seriously needs to sleep. (Me too, buddy)

That's definitely a perfectly normal way to invite someone in. "Enter freely and of your own will" Hand of a dead man hmmmmmmmm?

Ha! Even he thinks it's the driver.

I assume Mr. Hawkins is his boss? And that's a really sweet thing to say. Mmmmm chimcken. I'm very hungry the lunch at my school is not great on Tuesdays, especially when it's flavorless pasta with flavorless tomato sauce. Like somehow the lack of flavor is it's own flavor.

Hair on palms isn't actually... possible. The only two places your body doesn't grow hair at all are your palms and the soles of your feet. So that's extra strange.

This chapter definitely makes things a lot more tense, and I'm very excited to see how that build in the next one!

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day 17 :D we're rly digging into the bag atp. idk how to even describe this one? it's a diff au than anything i posted before, playing with the idea of faceless/void face c!dream

He could almost hear the taunting voice of XD. Laughing at him, at his naivete, how even now he was still so painfully human. Of course, it wasn't his fault Quackity took off his mask. However, he also didn't make much of an effort to stop him.

Call him petty, but he didn't feel particularly sorry for the guy that worked overtime to make Dream's life an absolute hell. Had to hand it to the guy though, he was dedicated. Every day going into the prison with all his little tools of torture, ranting and raving about 'today better be the day!'

Quackity was just like him in that regard--willing to do anything if it meant he got what he wanted. Dream would've smiled at such a thought if he could.

If he had a face anymore.

Ah, right. That was his current predicament now.

The scar-faced man had broken its enchantment, delirious at the prospect of seeing how much pain Dream was in.

(If only Quackity had known pain stopped being a problem for him many, many years ago. How every scream and whimper and cry were just phenomenal acting.)

Except, when the mask had cracked and fell to the obsidian floor, Quackity's grin had instantly dropped.

The same look as Wilbur had.

Curses and confusion left his mangled lips. "What the fuck are you?!" and "How is that possible??", things like that.

Dream liked his witty spiels, especially when it would be the last words they'd hear. "I've always wondered, Quackity, when you stare into the void, does it really stare back?"

He wanted to say more. He always had more to say, but no one ever listened. Especially not when they screamed, blood running from their nose and eyes and ears and mouth as they stumbled back into a wall of lava.

Or, housed in this prison of absolute solitude, would it be considered magma? He supposed not, since it technically was still above-ground.

Anyway, Quackity was dead now, and the lava began to recede.

Sam's voice boomed from across the molten rock moat, furious with obvious undertones of fear. Obvious to Dream, that is, because he knew what to listen for. He'd gotten to know fear very intimately over the course of his long lifespan.

Dream kept his head down, unruly dirty blond hair interrupted in the front by white strands covering his face--well, lack thereof.

"What the hell happened!? What did you do, Dream?!"

"It wasn't my fault, Sam. He was clumsy. He just fell in."

"You're a liar! I heard him screaming!"

"Oh, so you can hear screams. Well, what about mine, Sam?"

"This isn't about you. You just killed Quackity!"

Doubling down. Dream wasn't surprised. He did have to wonder though, how much it was the influence of power being the Warden and how much he might be naturally inclined to cruelty being a creeper hybrid.

"You must've read your communicator wrong. Quackity tried to swim in lava. Doesn't say he was trying to escape me," he boredly corrected. Not because he had a communicator himself and could show visible proof of the death message--that had been confiscated along with all his other personal belongings upon imprisonment--but because he was the admin. He just knew these things. Could feel them with an affinity no one else could. It wasn't as intense now, but remembering those first days of the SMP, all the many sensations and emotions, made him feel queasy.

"He wouldn't just do that, Dream. You must've done something to him! That's it, I'm coming over there."

"I really don't recommend that."

"I don't care what the fuck you recommend!"

Well, jeez, someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning.

But again, Dream struggled to find sympathy for him. He was complacent in the torture, allowing Quackity to walk in with whatever new toy he pleased. Whether it actually hurt Dream or not mattered none. It pained him emotionally for someone he once called a good friend to turn on him in such a way. Yet another domino that fell.

#dreblr #dsmp fanfic #c!quackity #c!sam #daily drabbles #bubble writes

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~Cherry Bomb~

Sorry for taking so long to post chapter two, it's been crazy around here with all the holidays fuss. Hope you enjoy and let me know what you think in the comments.

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Chapter two - Connections.

Munson!- A voice muffled by the surrounding sounds yells his name, making Eddie turn around searching for the source. I see a smile spreading on his lips as his eyes land on a group of people sitting just a couple of tables away from the one we chose.

His gaze lands on me for a second before he speaks.

–Looks like you won't have to join the campaign after all.- A smug smirk tugging at his rose pink lips as he teases me, and i smack him on the arm as we make our way to their table.

–You're dying to play with me.- My right eyebrow raised as I speak with a side smirk.

–Where the hell have you been dickhead?- Dustin is sitting there, looking at Eddie as he speaks, his eyes catching mine.–Hey Vex.- the kid smiles at me as we finally stop beside their table, I nod my head in his direction once as a "hello".

–Busy.- Says Eddie shrugging. He drags an empty chair from a nearby table, flipping it in front of him so he can sit on it with his arms hanging on the backrest.- You missed me?- He reaches his right hand to ruffle up Dustin's curls, smiling once again.

–Been crying my eyes out every night.- Says Dustin with a hand on his chest dramatically to later roll his eyes.

–Don't sweat it Henderson, Eddie the Banished is back.- he teases with the boy.

While they keep bickering, I take a quick look around the table, realizing i still have the red candy in my hand, i place it between my lips tasting it once again. I see a blonde girl with short hair, blue eyes, and beautiful freckles spread all over her face. Next to her is sitting a guy, messy brown hair with blonde highlights and a hell of a volume. Jeez, how does he do that?

Anyway, in front of him and beside Dustin, a dark-skinned guy is adding to the conversation between him and Eddie. His eyes are dark as hell, thick lips and, from what I can see from here, he's taller than Dustin.

The first two seem to be around my age, they are laughing at something as they keep their own conversation going.

–Right Vex?- My head snaps in Dustin's direction instinctively at the sound of my name. I wasn't paying attention, I shake my head in hopes that it brings me back to reality faster.

–Sorry, I zoned out. What are we talking about?- Eddie laughs as I wait for Dustin's answer.

–They're arguing again about the Christmas campaign, just ignore them.-Says the dark-skinned boy.– I'm Lucas by the way.- he stretches his arm out across the table to offer me a handshake, I take his hand in mine shaking it and Dustin speaks again before I can properly introduce myself to Lucas.

–Oh right. Guys!- The older ones turn their head, focusing on Dustin.– This is Vex. Vex, these are Robin.-He points at the blonde girl.–And Steve.–Then at the fluffy haired guy.

–Steve, The Hair, Harrington.- Says Robin before she bursts out laughing.

–Hey, it's a nice hair.- Says Steve trying to hide the embarrassment and annoyance at the nickname. I laugh, it's a damn well-earned nickname. Robin's chuckling doesn't stop, only causing Steve's face to go a deeper shade of red.– Whatever. Nice to meet you, Vex.‐ He says, repeating Lucas's actions a few seconds before and shaking my hand.

–Yeah, same.-Robin adds with a bit of an amused tone still lingering in her voice.

–Nice to meet you too, guys.- I say politely with a smile.

–Aw look at you all polite and cute, who could think that you're such a pain in the ass?- Eddie mocks smiling without showing his teeth. I look down since I'm still standing beside him with my arm resting on his shoulder, meeting his gaze. I roll my eyes and I smack him for the second time tonight, but this time it lands on the nape of his neck. Eddie complains about it with an exaggerated "ouch" while rubbing the exact spot with his hand.

–Would you just stop abusing me?- He asks dramatically.

–Stop whining babygirl.- I nudge him carefully on the chin with my nuckle while taking a seat next to Robin, who moved to the side to make room for me. She cackles at the interaction. I make myself comfortable, my back resting against the leather seat as i place my right foot on top of my left knee under the table.

–You're just proving my point.- He says in response, pointing his finger at me, eyebrows raised as a kind of warning. I grin with the stick of the candy in the corner of my mouth.

–It's not m...- My answer gets cut off by a sudden wave of cheering. I turn my head to see what's the reason for so much fuss. Like me, everyone from the table gets distracted, trying to find out what's going on. I can barely see anything, so I stand up, propping my weight on my knee with my elbow resting on the backrest of the leathered booth.

I squint my eyes a little. Finally, dirty blonde curls appear into my line of sight. He's laughing with his friends at something, I can tell by the way his broad shoulders move under his blue shirt. He's holding a beer in his hand that keeps moving around as he speaks. They all laugh again, and I sigh, turning around and going back to my previous position uninterested.

At this point, everyone went back to their previous conversations, not paying attention to the blue-eyed boy in the other side of the room.

–Double cheeseburger with extra cheese and extra bacon.- Eddie looks at me with the menu resting between his hands. My eyes sparkle at the thought of it as my stomach growls.

–Please, and extra fries.‐I say dramatically, my shoulders falling down.

–Mhm...Ice cream?

–Chocolate.

–Definitely.- he answers immediately, flipping over the menu to take a look at the drinks section.

–Iced tea.- I say before he could ask anything else. He wrinkles his nose in disgust.

–Beer.

–Expected. Whose turn is it?- I try to remember.

–Yours.‐ He says placing the menu back in its place.

–You sure?- I question again, squinting my eyes at him.

–Yup, i did it last time.- I actually don't recall it, but I just sigh and get up, making my way to the counter to place our order. Not before asking everyone if they needed something else, since they arrived earlier and were already eating.

Right elbow resting on the counter while with my free hand I twirl the stick of the lollipop In my mouth, a bit more than half of it already gone. My eyes scan the establishment while I wait for the waitress. It looks like half of Hawkins was craving Richie's burgers tonight.

My gaze keeps lingering over different faces, some I recognize, some I don't. I look back at the guys for a second, Robin and Steve having a conversation of their own again. Eddie, on the other hand, is talking to Dustin and Lucas, showing off the soft dimples on each side of his face. His gestures are dramatic as he speaks passionately, making his wild curls move slightly. His arms are moving around, his chest flush against the backrest while he leans in, getting closer to the guys. They seem invested.

My eyes roam in the opposite direction again, searching for something entertaining. I can't find anything interesting enough until a deep blue gaze meets mine from a far, an eyebrow raised while his finger traces the border of the beer bottle that he's holding. He takes a sip, never breaking eye contact. Tommy H is chewing his ear off, clearly not noticing that the blonde is ignoring him. I turn around, raising my brows for a split second, moving the cherry sweet from my right cheek to the left one with my tongue. But as always, I can still feel how his attention didn't leave my form.

I look around behind the bar, trying to find someone to take my order so I can return to my place. Unsurprisingly, luck is not on my side.

Both of my arms now on top of the counter as I lean more into it. The music of the establishment is muted by the chattering and laughter of the customers, but I can still recognize the beat of "Last Christmas". I move my leg up and down slightly in sync with the song, growing more and more impatient as the time goes by.

–Weird to see you out of that store.- Even deep in thought I can still recognize his voice. I move my head in his direction, he's mirroring my posture. Half-lidedd eyes staring down at me while a small smile adorns his plump lips.

– I work for a living, wouldn't make much sense if the "living" part wasn't there.- My head shifts back to its original position, looking at the alcohol bottles on display on the shelves behind the bar. He let's out a soft laugh.

–You with the freak?- his deep voice questions while looking behind me, I follow the direction of his gaze, my eyes falling on Eddie one more time. He's just laughing, revealing his dimples again.

–None of your business- I say now looking at him. He chuckles again.

– Just wondering.- I ignore him turning my head to the front again.– Why are you so mean tho?- He asks.

–I'm not mean, I just don't like you.- I say nonchalantly.

–Ouch.- he hisses pretending that my words hurt him.

Just as he was about to say something else, the waitress finally shows up.

–How can I help you guys?- she asks kindly. Her blue eyes scanning my face through her thick lashes, she looks like she's around thirty-something. She's really pretty.–I'm sorry for taking so long, tonight is a mess.

–Don't worry about it.‐ I smile at her.– Can I have two double cheeseburgers with extra bacon and extra cheese?- I ask politely. She nods writing it down in a small notebook.

–Anything else?- A smile adorning her face as she looks up at me. Blue-eyed boy drilling wholes in my face during the entire interaction.

–Yes, a big portion of fries, two chocolate ice creams, and for drinks an Iced tea and a beer.- She nods again.

–And a beer...-she echoes to herself, writing down a dot at the end of the order on her notebook with an exaggerated gesture.–On the way, guys.

–Thank you.- I smile kindly at her before she turns around and makes her way through a door.

–Look at that, she can smile.-He speaks again, I can't help the annoyed expression on my face. I roll my eyes and look at him.

–What do you want exactly?- I finally ask. I've been wondering for a while now. When I first met him, he acted like a total douchebag. It wasn't directly at me, but to some other customer. Of course he didn't appreciate it when I called him out, so I guess after that he made it his purpose to annoy the shit out of me every time he went to the store. Can't find another explanation.

Sometimes he was nice and charming, mostly when he was alone, but when his friends were around, he acted like a total jerk.

My question seems to catch him off guard since he takes a while to answer.

–Actually, there's one thing that I would like...-he says, I raise my right eyebrow signaling for him to keep talking.–I would like to know what did I do to make you despise me so much.- I snort.

–Don't give yourself more credit than you deserve. I don't hate you, Blondie, I just don't like you.- The waitress comes back interrupting the conversation once again, this time holding a beer and a glass of Iced tea in each of her hands. She places them on the counter.

–There you go, sweetie. The food's not gonna take long.- She says before disappearing one last time.

I place the lollipop back in my mouth, then i take the drinks and start waking away, but before I can make it more than two steps far, he speaks again. I look at him with a snap of my head.

–There's a party on Friday, you should come and have some fun, maybe that will help take out the stick you have up your ass, smart mouth.- With each word getting closer to me, to the point where his face is five inches away from mine. Thick long lashes shielding his ocean orbs, his plump lips pressed into a smirk. His eyes travel down to my mouth as his free hand reaches for the stick of the candy hangin from my lips. He pulls it out to then bring it up to place it in his mouth this time, tasting the cherry flavoured piece of sugar.

–I actually like my stick, but thanks for the offer.-I turn on my heels, finally returning to my seat.

I place the beer in front of Eddie, and then I sit down, taking a sip from my drink.

Anger starts forming at the pit of my stomach. The need to get up and rush back to him and make him swallow that bottle of beer growing inside of me. I don't care if he flirts, but he acts like everything belongs to him, and boy he couldn't be more wrong.

– What took you so long?- Eddie's voice pulls out my attention from my growing frustration. He's looking back at the spot where I was standing just a few moments ago.

–Waitress wasn't there.- I shrug, but he keeps his gaze on the same spot, slightly squinting his eyes slightly before speaking again.

–Are you friends with Billy?- So that's his name... It sounds familiar, but i can't quite put my finger on why.

His question makes me laugh though, and I wonder how does he know him.

–You know him?- I ask this time.

–It's a small town, everyone knows everyone.-Says Steve, who apparently was listening to the conversation. I look back at Eddie, he's lost in thought, he didn't change the position of his eyes yet. He just nods slightly using his thumb to fidget with the ring in his left hand, elbow resting on the table and wrist standing high near his face.

–What's his deal, tho?- I twist the glass in front of me, pointing with my head in the blonde's direction.

–Typical Californian douche. Moved here a few years ago, in high-school he was a bully.-Explains Steve, my eyes widening a little bit. He's from California?

–He was nice for a while tho, but then he went back to his old self.- Adds Robin.

–Why?- I ask intrigued.

–Something...happened, he changed. It humbled him for a while, it didn't last long.-She speaks again.– Maybe it is a coping mechanism or something.-She shrugs. Curiosity peaks through me and I ask again.

–What happened to him?

–It's a long story, but the point is, dude's a jerk. He's always been.- Snaps Lucas. Eddie and Dustin don't add much to the conversation. It looks like the subject falls heavy on all of them so I don't push the matter.

Right on time to lighten the mood, the food arrives, making Eddie regain his previous demeanor.

The rest of the evening goes just fine, we eat, talk, and laugh between jokes. Although my mind keeps falling back on the previous conversation, still trying to figure out why the blondie-boy feels so familiar all of a sudden.

Soon enough, Eddie and I are heading back to my car. Small talk filling the lapse of time till we actually get there.

Once the wheeled metal box is right in front of us, I roam through my leather jacket, looking for my pack of cigarettes. Once I find it, I take one out and offer the little box to the long-haired guy. He takes it without hesitation while I flick at the lighter a couple of times before the small flame shows up. Then, I repeat the same pattern as with the cigs and hand it to him. A comfortable silence falls upon us while we both exhale smoke through our mouths. It's easy being around Eddie, even though he's a bundle of nerves... atually that never bothered me since i am worse than a cat on hot bricks. But what i really like about him is that he always respects boundaries, never pushes too far and, overall, doesn't give a single fuck about anything which means he's not judgemental at all. He's a nuthead, yeah, but he has so much more depth to him than meets the eye.

–Jeez it's freezing out here.- He says, breaking the silence. He opens the driver's seat door and sits down while finishing his cigarette, shielding himself from the cold air.–So, I spoke with the guys. Friday night, D&D Christmas campaign, you in?- He looks up at me with the cigarette hanging from the side of his mouth, a tinge of excitement in his voice. I raise one eyebrow.

–You weren't joking?- I ask.

–Nope, you really need to make more friends.- he says with evident fake concern in his voice trying to tease me. I roll my eyes at him.–Being your only friend is exhausting. I know you love me but...

–Oh shut up dickhead.-I cut him off, earning a laugh from him. He lifts his arms in defense.

–I'm just saying.- He laughs through his words.

–You wish it was like that.- I say, throwing the cigarette butt to the floor.

–Hey, I'm just narrating the facts, you can't live without me.

–You've clearly had too much weed.- A cold breeze brushes against my body and I shiver. I make my way to the other side of the car and hop in. Eddie closes the door on his side, putting the keys in the ignition and carefully driving through the parking lot.

–They are nice.-I say absent-mindedly looking out of the window. As I already said, I'm not very fond of people, and it surprises me every time I find myself enjoying the company of someone. I don't know why, but they all feel very welcoming.– Your friends, I mean.- I clarify.

–Of course, Eddie Munson only hangs out with the finest people.- I laugh a little too hard at that.

–I'll take that as a compliment.-I say glancing at him.

–You're just a charity project.- he bursts out laughing.

–You know, they say self-talk is healthy, but I think lying to yourself like that is not very productive.- This time, I'm the one cackling. He punches the side of my thigh playfully while shaking his head. Silence takes over the car, the conversation reminding me of his question and his reaction earlier in the diner, realizing that i never answered.–We're not friends.-I say suddenly.

–What?- he looks at me for a second with a frown under his bangs.

–Billy and I, we're not friends. I can't stand him actually.- I say while I look at the dark street through the fogged glass once again.

–Oh.- His demeanor changes again, but not like before. He doesn't tense up, actually it looks like he relaxes a little bit.–Can't blame you.-he mutters. I know Eddie is usually annoyed by...pretty much everyone, buy with him it looks like there's something else. I don't know if asking would be too much, but I decide to take the risk.

–What's it, with you and him?-I ask, remembering how Billy reacted too at the sight of Eddie earlier tonight.

–Not much.-He brushes it off, but I know him all too well.

–It doesn't look like that Eds.

–There's not much to it, you know. Bully, freak, high school. That's pretty much it.- he mutters the last few words of his sentence. He's bullshitting me, but I don't push it, instead I just nod. Although it does leave me wondering.

We change the subject, his mood lightening again, making the way back home a bit more entertaining.

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ULTRAMagic Chaos Chapter 4

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Wynstan noticed the other arbiters were giving him displeased looks. “What? I didn’t actually blow anything up this time…”

Osbeorn pointed at the desk he had been using. “Really now?”

“Reactions. Nothing but reactions.”

“Isn’t an explosion a type of reaction though?” Razor pointed out.

This warranted a mild glare from Wynstan. He then approached Razor with an inquisitive look. “And who might you be?”

Tusk cleared his throat. “Well that’s Magnus’ son, Razor.”

It then occurred to the messy arbiter who was standing next to him. “Tusk! Good to see you again!”

“You too, Wynstan,” he replied as they shook hands and high-fived.

“Sorry to give you the chilly reception, friend,” Wynstan apologized as he vigorously shook Razor’s hand.

Ealdhelm stepped over to the main podium. “Once Ultimatum arrives with Adelheid and Ulrich, we can really get down to business…” He was interrupted by a bird made of magic, dropping a note before him. “Oh? Let’s see what we have here…”

“10 coins says it’s one of the champions” Wynstan muttered to Tusk.

“Probably.”

Ealdhelm groaned. “General Raisa appears to be bothering the three.”

“Called it,” Wynstan announced.

“I’ll go help them,” Tusk declared.

“Are you sure about that?” Ealdhelm questioned. “Raisa is quite the handful.”

Before Tusk could speak, Mayhem stepped forward. “Then follow me! Dragutin will get us there in no time.”

“Very well,” Ealdhelm confirmed. “Don’t hesitate to call on us if things get out of hand.”

The two made their way to the courtyard, with Razor tagging along. He was nervous, but also wanted to get in on the action. Standing in the hallway leading outside was a humanoid goat in royal blue clothes. His fur was dark purple, his ears and horns were upright, and he held a dark staff with a red stone hovering at the top of it.

“Hey, Tusk. Long time no see.”

“Randalph!” Tusk replied as they gave each other a best friend’s hug.

“So where are you guys heading off to?”

“The Droom Outskirts” Mayhem answered. “Apparently Raisa is bothering Ultimatum.”

“Oh jeez. Mind if I tag along?” Randalph asked.

Tusk continued to lead the group outside. “Of course. That would improve our chances greatly. Oh, Randalph, this is Razor Scully, Magnus’ son.”

The two shook hands. “Nice to meet you, Razor. I’m Randalph Theoprastus Scarfe. Tusk and I used to be alchemy students and explorers.”

“Yeah, dad and Chief Sigmund have mentioned you before.”

Randalph then looked at the stone arm. “Tusk, what in the blue blazes happened to your arm?”

“The Lich of Old, Randalph. I am never doing that again.”

Dragutin was sitting in the center of the courtyard and readied his wings as the group approached. “I trust that Ealdhelm got the note I saw, Mayhem?”

“Absolutely” he said as he climbed up onto the jabberwock’s back. “To the Droom Outskirts. Also this is Tusk and Razor, two of the people who were watching us at the arena.”

“A pleasure to meet you two” Dragutin greeted as Tusk got up on his back. “Hopefully your trip to the city went without problems?”

Tusk nodded. “Thankfully, given all the chaos around here at the moment.”

Razor could see that Dragutin did not have enough space on his back, so he began to turn into a wolf. He was stopped by Randalph. “What’s the matter?” he asked.

Randalph pointed to a great bird flying towards them. “There will be no need for running. Here comes Otho…” An eagle as large as Dragutin landed in front of them, with Randalph giving the bird a pet along its head. “Let’s roll, Otho!”

Razor was helped up, but was startled when the bird made a light screech. “What kind of Eagle is this?”

“A void eagle. They are truly amazing birds to behold and tame.”

“Follow me lead, Otho” Dragutin instructed as he began to take off.

Meanwhile, Ultimatum was not having a good time. Adelheid and Ulrich were not in any danger, but it was ideal that Raisa did not follow them back to Droomopolis. Ultimatum insisted on handling this, despite Ulrich’s offer to help. Raisa was sixth dimensional and the angel was seventh dimensional. What should have been an easy fight was turning into a real hassle for him, however. Raisa was a lot more persistent than he had initially expected.

Raisa was an unbelievable opponent. Originally a mad scientist’s experiment, she had been appropriated and enhanced by Delphine. The champion had long, large arms lined with spikes and giant, clawed hands. Her skin was like a weird, sludge-like material, and her head looked like it had merged with a bodysuit meant to keep her contained. This was made clear by the fact that her head was sleek and shiny like rubber. She also had a face that had two, glowing eyes and a mouth full of shark-like teeth. Aside from that strangeness, she also had the body of a typical fit female. Normally Ultimatum would have dispatched her with ease, but the magic she had access to made winning easier said than done.

“Stand still, you slippery miscreant!” Ultimatum ordered as he fired arrows from a bow of shining light.

Raisa was teleporting around, laughing as she did. “Too slow! Close, but no cigar!”

Adelheid straightened out her rather fancy coat. “Come now, Ultimatum. Let’s finish this and be on our way.”

“Yes, Discordant Blood…”

“If you can’t deal with this little wench, what good are you to the ULTRAMagic Guild?”

“Hey, easy, Adelheid,” Ulrich cut in. “He’s doing his best…”

“His best is prolonging this journey, Discordant Gravity. Why were you so insistent on walking when we could have easily teleported to Droomopolis?”

Ulrich shook his head. “Because you don’t get out of your cathedral enough and need the fresh air.” She groaned because she knew Ulrich was right.

Raisa launched a punch at Ultimatum, who blocked it with a shield of light. “Cool! You should join Delphine and teach me that!”

Ultimatum chuckled. “Raincheck, but I’m free on the seventh at seven.”

“So it’s a date then!?” Raisa cackled. “Just don’t bring Adelheid. She’s stinky!”

Adelheid gave Raisa the most violent look imaginable as blood poured from under her coat, forming blades from her arms. “THAT’S IT, CURSE DELPHINE AND HER SMUG FACE! I’M THROTTLING THIS BRAT!”

As Ulrich went to stop Adelheid and calm her down, Dragutin and Otho touched down. Tusk and the others charged in, with the former leading the attack. He had covered his fist in a giant, stone gauntlet of which he used to punch Raisa, sending her flying into an abandoned building. The gauntlet crumbled, but Tusk did not expect it to last. Raisa took a second to get up from the rubble and was laughing as she did.

“That was awesome! Show me how to…” Raisa immediately realized the odds were not in her favor as the entire group approached her. “That’s all, folks!” she said in a comedic tone before running away as fast as she could.

“Good riddance” Adelheid growled as she dispelled her blood.

Ulrich dusted off his office shirt and pants. “It just occurred to me that Raisa doesn’t fully grasp the fact that she’s sixth dimensional now.”

Ultimatum breathed a sigh of relief. “Tusk, good to see you again.”

“I trust you’re not going to bounce on us again, Ultimatum?”

“No, not this time,” he replied with a laugh. “Thanks for the assist, that was incredibly annoying. Situations like that make me question my journey to The Final Azoth sometimes.”

“Hey, Ultimatum!” Razor held out his hand.

“Razor, good to see you again! Is that ULTRAMagic I sense?”

He nodded with enthusiasm. “Yes indeed. I’m going to join the guild when we’re done.”

Ultimatum gave a calm, triumphant laugh. “We’ll be happy to have you, Razor.”

Adelheid cleared her throat, getting everyone’s attention. “As fun as this reunion is, gentlemen, we ought to be moving on before the sun sets.”

Ulrich exhaled. “Don’t mind Adelheid, guys. She’s just cranky over having to go outside for once.” The others laughed while she gave him an annoyed look. “Nice to meet you, Tusk and Razor,” Ulrich said as he shook their hands. Despite being a Discordant God, he was dressed rather casually and looked like he worked in an office. He also had a very friendly demeanor.

Taking a moment to admire the surreal beauty of the setting sun, Ultimatum began walking towards Droomopolis. “Alright, let’s get moving. Lord only knows what else we’ll have to deal with out here.”

As the group walked, Mayhem went ahead with Dragutin and Otho to tell the arbiters the good news. The rest of the journey went without any interruptions. Razor was concerned about Raisa returning, but Ulrich assured him that was unlikely. Delphine treasured Raisa and would not send her into a situation she could not handle.

Adelheid had been studying Tusk and Razor as they walked. “Tusk, was it? While I appreciate your assistance, are you sure you’re up to the challenge? You got in a lucky shot, but I question whether or not you’re up to par for this conflict.”

Tusk looked bewildered. “That’s a lot of words to ask if I’m ready for this…”

“I can personally assure that Tusk’s a capable mage and alchemist, Discordant Blood,” Randalph vouched.

“Indeed” she replied in a skeptical tone.

“I think you’ll do fine, Tusk,” Ulrich said as he scratched his stubble.

Randalph tapped Tusk’s arm. “You really need to visit Limbo sometime. Grendel has really missed you.”

“Yeah, I probably should. How’s he doing?”

“Great. He’s really perfecting his shapeshifting. In fact, he should be in Droompolis at the moment.”

Razor looked confused. “A shapeshifter?”

“Yes,” Randalph answered. “My homeland moves across Limbo and we picked him up one day when I was but a mere kid becoming a buckling. Grendel is a colony lifeform that my family adopted.”

“Oh, wow. That’s cool.”

Tusk nodded. “Yeah. I think you’ll like him, Razor. Randalph, you also need to swing by the forest when you get the chance. The scrolls and tomes I brought back from the Dark Grand Desert are unbelievable.”

“You don’t say,” Randalph replied. “Given the waves your battle sent through the realms, I’d be surprised if they weren’t. Did you happen to find any unique alchemical formulas?”

“Tons…” Tusk picked up a rock and transmuted it into a metallic, purple sphere that appeared to function as a compass. “And this is just the tip of the iceberg.”

“Just be careful, you two,” Ultimatum cautioned. “The Great Unspeaker has a great deal of forbidden knowledge in his archives.”

Ulrich laughed. “Don’t let Kleitos hear that. He’ll be all over that place like a moth to a flame.”

“Don’t worry, guys,” Tusk said in a reassuring, yet slightly dismissive tone. “Fun is the name of the game for me and Randalph, like that one time we used a grand scroll formula to make an ice cream castle!”

Randalph cleared his throat. “That was his idea. I advised against it.”

Tusk smiled. “True, but we still had fun, didn’t we?”

His friend shook his head and chuckled. “Yeah, not going to lie.”

“See, there you go,” Ulrich stated. “Those who are humble and passionate have nothing to fear from knowledge.”

Adelheid giggled. Tusk was starting to grow on her. “I’ll give you that, Tusk; You’ve certainly got spirit.”

Now it was Razor’s turn to chuckle. “You should have seen him a couple of months ago.” He then stood still, as if mimicking a tree. The others laughed.

The spark in the group’s souls was becoming more apparent to Adelheid. “Normally I wouldn’t say this so casually, but you certainly seem to have a lot more potential than the rabble that offers their services on the regular…” As she said that, what remained of the Vestergaard knights were in full retreat towards Droomoplis. “See what I mean?”

Ultimatum took a second to process that only three of the seven knights were there. “Dear God! I guess those who boast the loudest have the most to hide…”

Razor looked concerned. “Should we help them?”

Ulrich placed his hand on his shoulder. “Leave them be. This is a lesson they need to learn on their own. It won’t do them any good for us to interfere.”

Tusk nodded. “If we help them now, they’ll potentially think they can rely on us for everything. I’m all for helping people out, but Sir Gebhard sounds like he has some maturing to do.”

Razor nodded in acceptance. “Oh, I see.” He could sense that Tusk was still offended by being called a ‘sapling.’

Next: Chapter 5

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The IT couple PDA

-MinhoXreader

//DO NOT REPOST WITHOUT CREDITS//

A/n: so, this is my first writing post here (my first writing in general too as I'm just trying to explore my own writing skill.

About- honestly just a simple (not too horny night) for a warm and cheeky couple.

Warnings (it's all mild frfr)

Petnames (Love, babe, etc.)

Playful cursing

Suggestive

Naked cuddling

Interesting...hand placements, though fluff.

{I hope y'all enjoy my first writing!}

Minho was taking a night walk in the calming streets with his beautiful girlfriend whom he was madly in love with. It's been 2 years since you both are dating, a month since you proposed to Minho and were both getting engaged in the coming week. He was walking with an arm wrapped around your shoulder, barely being able to resist your cute bubble butt, he wanted to smack it so bad, but you guys were heading home anyways, so he could hunt your butt all night long.

"Love, I swear I'm gonna die someday just from controlling myself"

"Dude I ain't even doing anything rn"

"Well you are walking and swaying this cute little butt of yours"

He could've sworn you moved a shade brighter towards the redder scale, but decided not to embarrass you too much in public and listened to you speak

"Don't you dare smack it, babe. I know your tendencies a little too well for my own good." you said in mock-annoyance, making him laugh

"Sorry not sorry, sweetie."

"Yikes, hun, never beating the cheeky allegations."

You both playfully bantered for a while before reaching home, already feeling like an old married couple when you guys playfully fought. But hey, who was complaining.

"Alright, we're home..finally." Minho mumbled as he looked at you locking the door from the inside with the house keys. He grinned and gave you a nice little (not so little to be precise) smack on the butt.

"The fuck- you little asshole-! I told you not to smack my poor butt?!"

To which Minho burst out laughing, running ahead of you as you chased him, he wanted to enter the kitchen for some water after that walk anyway and grinned mischievously as he felt you playfully clutching onto him once you caught on.

"Jeez girl, I just smacked it, I didn't even fuck it yet..~"

he said, trying to look innocent for fun and then suddenly picked you up by the waist and sat you down on the counter as he rested one of his hand on your chin, making it lift and bring your face close to him for a simply affectionate lip peck, while he was standing between both of your legs as he looked at you with an amused but fond grin, and you could only wrap your limbs around his cozily.

"Man I thought it was going to be a nice one, what'd you sat me on the counter for?"

You asked with an eye roll to which he smirked slyly.

"Nicer what, darling? The kiss or the....hand placements? Or perhaps your preference for a punishment than a kiss?"

he asked cheekily to which you laughed and wrapped your arms around his neck.

"I think a nice little kiss would work well."

you said with a little chuckle at his look of fondness.

"What? No kissing for your soon-to-be-fiance?" you spoke again with a playful grin

"Bae, I honestly thought of depriving you of it, but you just had to add in the little fiance part, huh?"

He asked with a widening smirk and let a hand around your waist to hold you flush against him and locked his lips with yours. You both had a nice and lazy makeout with both of you pressed against each other, tongues and lips dancing with eachother soothingly in the comfiest way a kiss could take place. Though he was simply mischievous tonight, and wanted to see how well you could deep throat. So he let his tongue delve deeper into your throat. 'impressive'. He thought to himself once he felt that you really were a good one. Not that he didn't know, but it still fascinated him everytime. He playfully delved his tongue more into your throat, making you giggle softly and pull away

"What in the actual fuck were you tryna do in there, love? A bit more in and I could've sworn you would taste my delish tummy HCl."

you said with a playful eye roll, smiling at how his hands had been all over you through this comfy little makeout session, currently having his one hand on my waist, holding me nice and tight as the other one squeezed my inner thigh every now and then, a usual seen in *our* household these days.

"let's go to bed, love? It's getting late~"

He smiled and nodded at your request, picking your cute little frame up from the counter and headed to the bedroom, playfully throwing you down on the bed and pouncing on you like it's devouring time, only to affectionately kiss your nose and move away.

"I hate you, you know that?" you asked with a resigned dramatic sigh

"Aww why?" he said with a soft laugh and tugged on the hem of your shirt softly

"Are you in the mood for nakey cuddles though? Because I realllyy am, love."

He asked as he batted his eyelashes I'm an attempt to look cute, to which you could only be so unserious and flip him off, but as for the demand, you were never not in the mood for those. It was like the ultimate comfiness ever.

"I mean, why the hell not?"

You couldn't resist but comply, and he couldn't resist but strip you naked right away, what a match. You chuckled at him stripping you off so eagerly and shook your head affectionately. "weirdo..."

I watched him strip for a moment lemme free my bestie myself, love? you asked with a little grin, you've always called his cock your 'bestie' because...again, why the hell not. So as he stripped off his pants, you took off his boxers and tossed them aside, holding his warm cock in your comfy grip, feeling that mushy skin layer that, as weird as it was, seemed adorable to you. And it was honestly just for the comfort as you cuddled the shit out of him, your limbs were completely wrapped up around him in bliss, as one of his hand caressed her back, occasionally moving up to tangle his fingers with your soft locks and caressing your scalp, also making sure to move his hand down and give your ass some well deserved lazy gropes while his other hand moved up to gently fondle you breasts, almost by habit, since he absolutely treasured those little pillows of yours, be it in a sexual way or not and you were well aware and used to the cute sight and the comfy feel. You both stayed in comfortable silence for a while, feeling both tired after the long day but way too comfy to want to miss the feeling of these cuddles and sleeping.

"Woman I freakin can't wait for our engagement already..."

He said, soundly oddly adorable and lax, which made you laugh softly and nod your head, your face leaning to bury in his neck comfortably as you occasionally placed sweet little pecks there.

"Same, love.. Can't wait to be legally marked as yours by a damn priest~" grins

GUYS I don't even know what the hell I did. But I did try keeping it out of the horny level considering this is my first one. Also I'm kinda fidgety about the EXTRA long ff, considering it's over 6k words and all that. y'all can notify me if a shorter one would be better or are the long ones interesting enough, if they are, that is. Also, I'm totally open for suggestions towards improvement.

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