#literally wanna eat the host organism one

[vamptits]

Elmont // Philadelphia // Albany // Uncasville

transparent files and alts here other shows (x)

[brandwhorestarscream]

SIMPATICO FERAL SPARK BABY

Eeeeeeheeheeheee 🥰🥰 one of my favorites!

SO! BACKSTORY

Perceptor was turned into a sparkeater but has since regained his sentience. How is not important, just know that he has. He and Brainstorm had a long period of celibacy fuz, surprise surprise, sparkeaters have acidic energon that can eat through anything, and that translates to other bodily functions as well. Coolant they produce, tears, oral solvent... even transfluid. So they were stuck looking for a workaround and finally got it in the form of a gestation tank reinforcement and a lubricant that acts as a buffer to neutralize the acid. After months of not being able to touch each other, they kinda went a little crazy. Percy may have even entered a sparkeater rut 🤭 anyway. They fuck like animals for like 10 days straight, and when they're finally done Brainstorm is, of course, expecting. How could he not be? Constant spark-to-spark contact and his gestation tank topped up for so long?

(I headcanon in order to conceive cybertronians have to both share spark energy and fill the gestation tank to capacity)

And Percy... is terrified

This AU operates under the idea that sparkeaters can proliferate as parasites; sometimes they'll capture normal mecha and forcibly impregnate them (with their tentacles doubling as a reproductive organ. Think like Alien), and when the sparkling reaches maturity they'll consume their carrier's spark from the inside, cannibalizing them before they're born.

He suggests termination. He doesn't want to risk Brainstorm's safety, but his mate just starts going on about how exciting this is, they're going to be parents, they made this sparkling together, how can he possibly want to berid of it?! Brainstorm tells him it's fine, no big deal! You were in rut, you weren't yourself, but more importantly, we're having a baby-

And Percy just snaps at him to, "Shut UP, Brainstorm!"

Goes on a little rant about how dangerous this is! Doesn't he realize the risks?! How can he be happy about this?! He could die! "Have some more respect for your life! Have some perspective! It could KILL YOU! Doesn't that mean anything?!"Brainstorm is silent for a second, optics wide, and Percy takes a few vents, starting to shake. He brings one hand up to rub his optics. "I'm... my apologies. I- I didn't mean to snap at you, I... I just..."

And Brainstorm carefully sidles up to him, gently reaching up to touch his cheek. "Hey... it- it's ok, Percy. We'll figure this out. You and me, together, ok? You don't have to worry about me, I'll be fine. We can do this together." Kisses him softly, then gently grabs his other hand and guides it to his own chassis. "Feel that?" It's warmer than usual, evidence of the extra life he's hosting. "That's them. That's our newspark! We made them together, Percy. And I love both of you too much to ever think about dying and leaving you."

Gonna cut it here cuz I don't wanna ramble for too long, but I'd be glad to share more! Crazy monster carrying cycle, the way the little bean is feral when he's born, even a sketch of the baby boy 👀 tbc?

A lot of this was developed with the help of @rcxdirectrix! Lots and lots of s-tier art, go like and reblog literally everything right now!

[beauleifu]

Hello!^^ May I request a fluffy Mk x reader oneshot please? I don't really have a plot in mind, but I imagine him to be super dorky in a relationship. Thank you for reading this^^

~Spectral Anon

oh my god YES MK DESERVES MORE LOVE i swear

A bit shorter, this one, roughly 1.6k oneshot. ENJOY, MY LOVELIES. (and thank you for all the love! Loves you too!)

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MK X READER

Lego Monkie Kid

Context: You lose to a bet that was settled over the most infuriating game of Uno you've ever played in your life. But hey, as long as you remember you're going roller skating with MK, it'll all be worth it.

TW: None.

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"Babe!"

"Babe!"

You're unable to muster a proper glare from the stupid smile that blooms on your face. MK simply grins at you, all pride and no pity.

"Don't 'babe' me, you cheated!" You huff, arms crossed tightly over your chest.

MK mimics your position. The two of you are situated on the ground with a boardgame in the middle, the pieces scattered due to your frustrated episode. Of course the Monkie Kid won, and you suspect he'd manifested a duplicate of himself behind you to cheat his way to victory.

Said duplicate is nowhere to be seen, though.

The Monkie Kid snorts, nose upturned. "You have no proof! And you're just mad 'cause the cards were in my favor."

"Cause you cheated."

"Did not."

You snort, standing up and striding away. "Did too!"

He's wearing an absolutely infuriating smug look, watching as you fetch a snack from the pantry and head back over. "Pfft, okay. Honestly, I never thought you'd get so competitive. It's literally just a game!"

"A game with stakes, mind you," you remind him, crunching on your favorite chips. "I'd rather not lose this bet."

MK reaches into the chip bag, humming thoughtfully. "Well, you have another chance."

"Yeah. And you're going down."

"Then I'll take you wish me. Don't forget I'M the one with the magic staff!"

You cock a brow. "Wanna mention those cheating duplicates of yours as well, MK?"

"They'd never do such a thing!" He retorts passionately, mouth full of chips as he re-organizes the boardgame to start over. You're content to watch instead of help, munching on food.

So.

The bet. MK wants to go to Rollertainment, a roller-skate rink that's busy 24/7 with music blasting loud and strangers speeding around in circles. It has zero regards for explicit content, but MK just wants to go to zoom around the rink and see how fast he can go. You know for a fact that he's pretty talented on skates, but your desires lie with a different source of entertainment. (place: park, mall, other activity).

MK immediately decided to host a competition to decide the activity for today. You expected as much.

Honestly, this game is taking up half your day as it is.

"All right, last round," MK huffs, handing you your piece. You take it gingerly, regarding him with a determined look that he immediately copies. "Should prolly just give up now, (Y/N)."

"Like hell."

"Heh. You're gonna eat those words!"

It's on. You flash your partner a wicked grin and make your move. What is the game you might be playing? Uno.

Simple, fun, stressful. MK is winning, obviously. And another round proves you the loser and puts MK on such a tall pedestal that you fear for your safety. He's practically glowing, grinning like an idiot as he places down his last card and foils your plans. You throw your hand up, the cards flying as you rush forward and attack the board game menace.

"You're dead!"

" Wha- (Y/N)!" He has barely two seconds to react, arms outstretched to brace for impact. You land with a crash and effectively pin him on the carpet beneath you both.

The game is forgotten, cards strewn across the floor like soldiers stranded on a battlefield. A bloodbath, minus the details. You give MK's hands a sharp squeeze and glare. "HA."

"Oh - okay, you're pinning - I'm pinned. You got me. Truce?" MK offers weakly.

You have to look away from those puppy eyes, that soft half-smile that tells you they were merely joking. Besides, it's just a game; perhaps you are overreacting. But it's nice to see him beneath you, so close you get to see the small freckles dotting his cheeks, the relaxed glint to his eyes.

The Monkie Kid tilts his head. "(Y/N)?"

Startled out of your daze, you blink stupidly down at him. "What?"

"You're staring."

"I am. So?"

A sly smile twists MK's features, and he wiggles his eyebrows in an exaggerated fashion. "I mean, I don't mind. See something you like?"

Realizing the implications behind his statement, you quickly let go and sit up, still straddling him. "Dude, back off. All I see is my significant other being an asshole to the only person who'd actually play Uno with them. How's that for a fact check?"

MK chuckles, propping himself on his elbows. "You played with me because I'm too handsome to refuse and you love me. Fact check that!"

Your glare falters. "I . . . Gosh, you're mean when you're right."

"Noooo, don't call me that!" MK grabs your face, pulls you close. Your eyes fly wide open. "Call me something else. I don't want my gravestone to read something stupid like 'he was a board game menace'!"

"But you are!" You laugh.

He rolls his eyes, wrapping his arms around you and falling backwards. A sound of surprise escapes you, but the Monkie Kid cushions your fall and you both laugh hysterically, rolling to the side as you plant your head on the palm of your hand. Your idiot grins up at you from the floor, fingers tracing patterns on your arm. You snort, unable to stop a smile.

"Bro, you are such a goof," you say, free hand running through his hair.

"You wish you could be this awesome."

"Do not."

"Do too! Now get your skates on, I still haven't forgotten about my epic victory!" MK laughs, eyes twinkling as he fishes out the skates he'd set aside.

As though he knew deep down he'd win. Like he knew you'd let him.

Of course you let him.

~~~

The skate park is actually quite full, to your great surprise. It's almost 9 p.m., but who are you to assume that people in Megapolis get at least 6 hours of sleep? Not even MK can abide by your expectations, seeing as he won't sleep much unless you agree to a cuddle session.

So you're sitting beside him, tightening the laces on your skates, warily eyeing the rink.

MK slides closer on the bench, bumping into you joyfully. "You nervous? Don't be!" He says before you could reply. You give him an exasperated smile, and he hums; "I won't let you fall."

"Promise?"

"Cross my heart and hope to die," MK says as you tie the knot and stand.

Your balance is a bit off, but you make it to the rink entrance with MK in two minutes flat. He can't help but laugh at your efforts, then reducing his amusement to a simple smile when you glare. It's all in good fun, though, because you're doing this for him and you love to see him so happy. So you step inside the rink, turn around, and wait for MK to join you under the neon lights.

The skate rink is set indoors, with huge lights dotting the ceiling that project intricate and colorful designs on the rink surface. Wooden, to provide leverage for your wheels. Music blasts from the sound booth, with the dojo man encouraging everyone on with beat drops and the like.

It's almost overwhelming, but the adrenaline prevents it from becoming uncomfortable. Besides, the scenery is too cool to ignore.

MK grabs your hand suddenly, skating backwards as his fingers lace with yours. "Ready, babe?"

"No!" You yelp, stumbling a bit as he gently drags you along the edge of the rink. You grip his hands tightly, eyes wide as you stare at your feet. C'mon. Get your balance!

Your boyfriend laughs, blushing slightly. "I had no idea you suck at roller skating."

"I had no idea you had no idea," you say; "It's just been awhile-"

Once again, your wheels give way, and you're lucky MK is strong enough to keep you steady as you use his arms to righten yourself. Heart hammering, you look up at him and offer a weak smile. This is actually quite fun. You are enjoying this, and the music helps to drown out the fear you feel. Sure, you're not terrible at skating, but it's been so long that muscle memory finally failed you.

"Just push off with your foot," MK says, letting go of one of your hands to skate beside you. With that, he demonstrates the movments. "See?"

You watch him. "Yeah . . . Okay, I'm starting to remember."

"You are?? Prove it, then."

Oh, no.

He's asking you to let go and skate off on your own.

Sighing, you sidle closer to him, pushing with your feet and getting the footwork locked down. "Maybe I like skating, um, here with you," you mumble, not looking at him. "Fact check that."

"Awww!" MK gushes, holding you close and beaming. "Why the heck are you so sweet?"

You roll your eyes, about to say something - when you suddenly trip on thin air. Hands tightening on anything you can get ahold of, you fly forward, yelling and bracing for impact. Unfortunately, the object you'd snatched had to be your boyfriend, and he is the first to collide with the ground.

Oops.

The both of you hit the wooden floor with an uncomfortable thud, but it doesn't hurt that bad. Groaning, you twist around and suddenly find yourself laying on top of MK, hands gripping his orange jacket.

Luckily, the two of you had fallen along the edges of the rink, further down and beyond the judgement of passerbys.

Unluckily, MK is the first to come to, blinking around. "Oh. Did you fall?"

Huffing, you nod guiltily. "Yup. Sorry, we can try again, though, I think the universe just likes to see me suffer," you say, ready to get to your feet. Sure, you might struggle doing it alone, but MK suddenly stops your movements before you could even get off him.

He's wearing a mischievous grin, eyebrows lifting. "Huh! Now why does this feel familiar??"

You realize instantly. "No! DON'T-"

"Oh, right! You did the same thing back home! You must love being on top!"

"BABE."

[fowlblue]

The Magician’s Assistant: The seven Six Sins

(they’re not all designed yet but I wanna go ahead and jot this down so…)

So, in Max’s world, there’s the human realm (where he and Florence are, as well as some other cast members), and then there’s the Underworld- this is the realm of demons, and a large portion of it is overseen by the Deadly Sins, which behave similarly to organized crime within the Underworld. Usually, demons can’t travel to the human realm on their own, but the Sins are powerful enough to not only do so, but to influence the human realm. They use this to further their own power and ambitions, with their strength already being well beyond an average demon’s.

The Sins are:

Superio (Pride)-

Superio is the ‘big boss’ of the entire organization- arrogant, selfish and cruel, he’s every inch the personality powerhouse to back up his overconfidence. He’s manipulative, magnetic and charming, always looking to further his own ends- despite this, he does take his job seriously and views a slight directed at the Sins to be a slight directed unto himself.

(he/him)

He is the one working most closely with The Master- the two have a… ‘confusing’ relationship.

Most resembles a classic red devil.

Appears in reflective surfaces.

Generally skilled in magic- in terms of unique abilities, he grows bigger and stronger the more confident he feels. The weakness of this, however, is that ‘wounded pride’, for him, is very literal.

Fascinated by magic tricks and showbiz.

Mynah (Greed)-

For Mynah, there’s no such thing as wanting nothing. Overseeing the Underworld’s casinos, Mynah too takes his job seriously… if only for the money and power it brings him. Welcoming in personality but easily distracted, he’s a good host- if someone decides to start trouble, or doesn’t like how their bets have played out, however, they’ll find themselves another golden statue littering the casino floor.

(he/him, occasionally they/them)

Four arms (all the better to play the tables with).

Always covered in absurd amounts of jewelry. He’s almost painful to look at directly.

In a ‘situationship’ with Superio.

‘Midas touch’ ability, alongside manipulating other valuables, like silver or gemstones. Crafts jewelry for himself as a hobby- crafts magic, soul-stealing jewelry for others as a sidegig.

Big believer in hustle culture.

Ira (Wrath)-

Ira, true to her name, hates just about everything- and that’s hardly an exaggeration. She hates her job, she hates her coworkers, and someone so much as bumping into her in the hallway is enough to send her into a rage. It’s a real pity, because she’s genuinely good at her job, and might possibly be the most powerful (physically) of the Sins- of everything, however, she hates battle the least, and thus is always the first to leap into combat on the turn of a dime.

(she/her)

Dragon-like in appearance and abilities.

Lacks magical ability beyond manipulating fire, but she cannot be harmed by mortal weapons, though she can be injured by her own strength (such as crashing into something).

Smart, but short-sighted and easily tricked when she’s in a rage. Skilled tactician.

The only thing that she doesn’t seem to mind much is being by herself, where it’s quiet and no one is around to bother her.

Wounds glow and bleed gold.

Gluttiere (Gluttony)-

Gluttiere is every inch a party animal- proud (co)owner of most of the Underworld’s nightlife, he eats, sleeps and breathes overindulgence. Drugs (manufactured at his command), alcohol, food and fun, he doesn’t believe in limitation or abstinence, and will push those around him far beyond their limits in the pursuit of a good time. He’s friendly and funny, but ultimately, a bad trip.

(he/him)

Insect-like.

He and Luxurio behave like brothers.

Heavily drawn to sweet, sugary things, especially mead.

Presence is intoxicating to mortals, and he’s prone to creating a ‘hive-mind’ of those partying with him, especially those that have eaten his food or drinks.

Those who consume too much of his offerings break down like melting candy. This fuels his power.

Not built for combat and usually lets his partygoers fight for him. Will try to talk someone out of battle before it reaches that point.

Gets extremely upset at the thought of someone not liking him. He craves attention and will throw a fit if ignored.

Luxurio (Lust)-

The fellow owner of the Underworld’s nighttime scene, Luxurio has different interests- those of satisfaction and want. Quick to grow fixated but quicker to get bored, Luxurio hops from object of interest to object of interest fast as rabbit. Shallow and selfish, Luxurio would much rather get his kicks than start a fight, especially when it causes problems between others.

(he/him)

Rabbit-like in appearance.

Changes outfits/hairstyles constantly- uses shapeshifting magic at times to alter his appearance (and better screw with someone)

Takes pleasure in causing infidelity and treats the resulting damage like a soap opera.

Ability to make clones/copies of himself, though these are mindless and cannot speak.

Enjoys performing for others.

Teams up with Gluttiere to pester the other Sins.

Acedia (Sloth)-

Acedia embodies feelings of loneliness, apathy and nihilism, rarely inclined to anything to help or hinder the Sins’ cause. Finding amusement in others’ hopelessness and frustration, Acedia only makes appearances when needed and offers nothing of substance to meetings- despite this, their ability to instill inaction in others and their skills in perception and manipulation keep them under the Sin’s payroll.

(they/she)

Deep sea-coded- very tall.

Hair always appears wet, though she never leaves water behind where she walks.

Presence instills tightness of the chest and feelings of apathy and hopelessness in others.

While they’re never angry or vengeful, they have a cruel streak.

Lazy- enjoys tormenting others and is very powerful, but won’t instigate or continue battle if it looks like it’s going to be difficult.

Ability to turn solid surfaces to liquid and vice-versa (water -> ice, etc)

[thorougly-melted-brains]

Monster AU: Ghost Ghost is just maggots. Literally, he’s a zombie who’s body is held together by a hive mind of thousands and thousands of maggots. They don’t survive that long, so he’s got generations of maggots worth in his rotted body. His body can regenerate fully if given the time to, but he’s at a point where he can maintain a good maggot to flesh level.

If they’re not feeding on him as often he has to feed them. He’s not a zombie as in he has to eat human meat, any works, but hey sometimes times are hard. He can also eat vegetables and other foods for funsies, it’s just not as effective.

Drugs work… poorly, since he doesn’t generally have veins or a digestive organs most of the time. Alcohol and caffeine works similarly. Topical treatments actually work okay, for some strange reason. If his regeneration is stunted because of malnutrition or excessive injury, he can soak in medicated baths for short periods (maggots who don't want to drown need to jump ship before he gets in).

Outside maggots can be added to the mass if they eat some of his flesh. He needs to maintain at least the shell of his body to move. Most of the time he’s skin and bones basically (still a hunk, just, made of bugs).

A few maggots choose to leave once they’re old enough, so he has to keep the window in his room open for those who wanna become adults, but most just stay maggots until they die and get eaten.

As for the distinctions between him and the maggots, it’s pretty clear they just have a telepathic bond. His brain is intact and their’s are… really not all that great, but he can give them directions and usually they follow. They have emotions as a whole and they care for him, in the bizarre way a parasite can care for its host.

He’s not sure how it happened. He crawled out of the maggot filled grave with Vernon and once he got out and into daylight he realized they weren’t just on him they were in him. He panicked and tried to get them off and they obeyed, scattering out of his body like a leaking balloon. He collapsed and quickly realized that he didn’t have all that much flesh left.

He didn’t feel the pain but human minds don’t respond all that well to the visual of their body being injured so all he could do was choke down bile at the sight of his rotted body.

Then he finally noticed the fullness in his brain, thousands of specks of consciousness and they’re all feeling. They’re feeling shame and fear and cold and sympathy and love and he can’t handle it. He knows it’s the maggots, he knows, and he wants them out.

But they are out. and yet he can feel them writhing, like they’re his own flesh. Because they are his flesh now. Even outside his body they flex like his muscles used to. When he tries to grasp at his face a mass of them cover his eyes and nose and mouth and he screams. He knows he has his face and his eyes and even his nose, but the rest of him is just numb.

He tries to take his “hands” off his face and they maggots move, settling at his sides like his hands would. He lays there for some unknown amount of time and the next time he moves it works. He tries his leg, bending it at the knee and it does. His legs, and the rest of his body for that matter, are back.

But to either side of him, like a halved clone, still are the maggots. They writhe and crawl upon one another to mimic his movement. They’re cold and he’s calmed down enough to take pity on them. It’s weird, how quickly he becomes okay with the idea of them. He wasn’t particularly afraid of them before… whatever this was, but he didn’t like being around them.

They take his calmness as an invitation to go back to the warm, and burrow back into him. He shudders as they carve out their home in him again. But just as soon as they wounds on the outside of him appeared they disappear, leaving unmarred deathly-pale skin.

He comes to terms with the fact he feels their emotion and he feels there’s, and sits up. They way they shift and mimic his missing flesh is disconcerting, but he manages. He sets off, maggots and all, escaping the grave now empty of all life.

He later learns he wasn’t meant to live, that the maggots were meant to just be his final torture.

Roba had used them on people before. The simultaneous experience of you being eaten alive and the sympathetic feeling of eating your own flesh via the maggots. It was enough for peoples brains to overload. One final insult that felt self inflicted, Roba’s style exactly.

But Ghost survived, somehow, his flesh mended itself. Some sick adaptation his body made after years and years of abuse, to regenerate.

[possiamo-andare]

Just You (5)

JJ x Reader x Rafe (love triangle)

MASTERLIST

word count: 7.4k

a/n: you know I had to sprinkle a couple of jane austen references here and there ;)

~

The Midsummer festival had been celebrated at the Cameron household for decades, if not longer. Their family was one of the oldest in the small town of Outer Banks and it became tradition for Rose Cameron to organize the event. She spent a majority of her year planning for one night of festivities, relying only on her close friends for help. She bore the brunt of the work, deciding on the theme, caterers, decorations, live band, venue, and so on. After all was said and done, Rose slept for a week, exhausted from all the planning. At one point in her and Ward’s marriage, she had almost decided against planning it at all since the task was so stressful. But she had pushed on, determined to make this year’s Midsummer festival the best one yet.

And, in theory, she succeeded. This year’s theme was regency; an idea that slipped into her mind after she had watched Pride and Prejudice for the first time. Rose had a taste for the finer things in life and although Ward gave her everything he could, she did grow envious of the women who lived in the regency era and got to live in exquisite dresses. So, with further support from her friends, Rose handed out invitations to Outer Banks’s elite, citing on the invitation that this year was regency themed. Now, all she needed to do was plan the festival.

She decided to host the festival in a beautiful hall called the DeClaire Hall. Most of the time, the Midsummer festival was hosted merely from their big backyard that spanned acres of land. But Rose wanted to outdo herself and prove to the snobby PTA moms that she had what it took to host an event for the town. This hall was one of the only ones in Outer Banks and it was rarely used, mostly because the Outer Banks’s Historical Society deemed it a national landmark. It had been a hotel for the elite some 120 years ago and it had not been used in the last fifty. But it was beautiful, the original marble and vinyl floors still in great condition, and Rose knew the festival had to be thrown here. So, with permits from the city council and Historian Society, Rose began planning the Midsummer festival at the DeClaire Hall.

Once word spread of where the festival was being held, everyone was gossiping about it. All the Kooks, even the ones who thought they were too good for the Midsummer festival, had RSVP'd. Well, everyone except Y/N’s parents.

“You’re not going?” Y/N grumbled, entering her kitchen with loud stomps of her feet. She had just got off the phone with Sarah. who had mentioned to Y/N that her parents had never RSVP’d.

“Your father and I decided that none of us are going.” Y/N’s mother spoke sweetly, cutting her daughter's sandwich in half. She placed her plate on the table, but Y/N made no move to sit.

“Why?” Y/N stood tall, watching as her mom and dad walked around the kitchen, preparing lunch. Her siblings were at the table, eating, but she promised herself to go on a hunger strike until her parents let her go.

Her father stopped for a moment and looked up from his plate. “Sweetie, why do you wanna go to a party like that anyways?”

Y/N furrowed her brow. “What do you mean?”

This time, Y/N’s mom spoke. “You said it yourself a couple days ago; the Cameron’s have been nothing but unkind to you since you got here.”

“But not Sarah! She’s been nothing but nice.” Y/N felt a deep urge to defend her friend from her parent’s hurtful words.

“Yes, Sarah is lovely but I’m not talking about her.” Y/N’s dad began. “I’m talking about Rose Cameron, who didn’t let your mom join the PTA and called your mom names behind her back. And Ward Cameron, who bad mouthed me to the country club so I wouldn’t get in. And let’s not even talk about how rude Rafe Cameron has been to you.”

Y/N bit her lip, shuddering at even the mention of Rafe’s name. “Seriously? Firstly, mom didn’t even want to join the PTA. She hates those snobby women. And you,” Y/N points to her dad. “You don’t even like golf. It’s bad for the environment.”

Y/N watched her mom roll her eyes. “That’s not the point, Y/N. Even if we don’t want to do those things, we should at least have the choice.”

Y/N sighed, crossing her arms over her chest. She knew her parents, in some ways, were right but she still wanted to go. She had never dressed but before and she wanted to feel like a princess for at least one night. “But I wanna go. I already stick out like a sore thumb in this town, I just want to fit in for one night.”

Y/N’s parents glanced at each other, sorrowful looks on their faces. They hated seeing their daughter so upset and tried to swallow their own disgust. Finally, after looking at each other for a moment, their eyes returned to Y/N.

Y/N’s mom spoke first. “If you go, promise me you’ll be careful.”

Y/N’s eyes lit up. “I promise.”

Y/N’s mom forced a smile, unsure on whether she made the right decision. She wanted her daughter to be happy, but she also wanted to protect her daughter from the Cameron’s bitterness. “Okay, then you can go.”

~

Sarah had bought five regency themed dresses for the Midsummer festival. She had the first two tailored, a white and pink one but, when they didn’t look the way she wanted, she custom ordered another three from a small business on the mainland. The three dresses; a blue, green, and yellow one, had been shipped from the mainland to OBX in a matter of days and had come in just on time. Literally. The morning of the festival, a frantic delivery man dropped them off at the Cameron house. This was literally Sarah's last hope. If none of them looked good on her, she would just not show up.

Thankfully, the blue one fit perfectly and looked like a dream on her. It was a sky-blue silk dress that flowed down to her feet. The sleeves, which were this blue lace material, ended just above her elbows. The dress, although flowy, was cinched just a little at the waist by a ribbon. It looked absolutely stunning on Sarah and Y/N made sure to tell her the second she saw her friend.

“You look gorgeous.” Y/N spoke sweetly, marvelling at even how Sarah’s hair was styled. It was in this half up, half down hairdo; the top pieces of her hair held together by the same fabric of her dress.

Sarah blushed, shaking her head. “Have you seen yourself?”

Y/N had and even she had to admit that she was blown away. Sarah had let her choose from all the dresses she had, and Y/N decided on the white one. It was of the same style as Sarah’s dress but much more elegant. Sarah didn’t think she could pull it off but as she looked at Y/N, she knew her friend made a good choice. It was a white satin dress with short sleeves but, over the satin dress, lace was decorated. Stitched into the lace were small red flowers littering the dress. It was beautiful and complemented Y/N so well.

Not to mention, Y/N’s hair looked breathtaking. It was a simple style but matched the sophisticated theme of the festival. The two front pieces of Y/N’s hair were pulled back, the only thing holding them together was the same red flowers that decorated her gown. She passed Sarah for a moment, looking at herself one more time in the full-length mirror. She was in awe of how she looked.

Y/N rarely had an occasion where she could dress up this elegantly. At her old school, she had been invited to prom by a senior and went with him, dressing up in a pink floor length gown, but that had been years ago. Besides, she didn’t exactly have the best time since the senior that invited her never even asked her to dance, too busy with his own friend group to care if she was having fun.

Y/N shook off that awkward memory. This time it would be different. This time she was going to a party with someone who genuinely liked her. She had a feeling that she was going to have a different experience at this party.

“Sarah!” Rose called from downstairs, momentarily stopping Sarah and Y/N’s conversation. “It’s time to take pictures!”

Sarah looks to her bedroom door, then back at her friend. “Ready?”

Y/N nodded, a slight flutter in her chest. She knew Rafe would be down there, and she wondered, for a moment, what he would think of her dress. “As ready as I’ll ever be.”

Unfortunately, Rafe was concerned with other matters. As Y/N and Sarah made their way downstairs, Rafe stood uncomfortably in his father’s study. They had been in there for five unbearable minutes. Rafe dreaded every time his dad had to speak to him alone because he knew it’d only spark an argument. They rarely got along; Ward being too tough on Rafe and Rafe constantly looking for validation from his father.

“You’re going into your first year of university in the fall and you have no plan.” Ward said, rather matter-of-factly.

Rafe gulped. Against his father’s approval, Rafe enrolled in the business program at the University of North Carolina. His father wanted him to enroll in a science program, which he thought was more structured. But Rafe wanted to own his own business someday, just like his dad. Besides, although he was good at science, he didn’t enjoy it the way he enjoyed the business classes he took in high school. What Ward didn’t know was that Rafe had a plan, he was just afraid to share it with his father for fear that his father would disapprove and eventually stop helping him pay for school. Rafe couldn’t do it alone and he knew his dad’s money would help.

“I’m taking courses that will help me graduate. I promise I know what I’m doing dad.”

Rafe pulled at the collar of his shirt. He wore a stunning but simple suit. He wore a white dress shirt, the two top buttons unbuttoned for comfort rather than for style, and a black fitted blazer. The gold cufflinks Rose gifted him shone against the light in his dad’s study. The most annoying part of his outfit definitely had to be the sleeves. There were annoying frills at the edge of them, some type of embroidered pattern sewn into the sleeves. It was supposed to scream regency, he remembered Rose saying, but all he wanted to do was scream bloody murder.

“I’m giving you one year Rafe, if you don’t have a plan by then,” Ward sighed, massaging his temples. Rafe grew sad at the idea that he was stressing his dad out by simply following his dreams. “I’m cutting you off.”

Rafe didn’t try to protest. He knew there was nothing he could do to change his dad’s mind. All he could do was prove to his dad that he made the right decision. He had to be the best and he had to outperform everyone in his class. That way, his dad would be proud of him and support him in university.

Rafe only nodded at what his father said, making no effort to even respond. Over the years, he figured it was best to just let his father get the last word.

There was a knock on the door before any more words could be exchanged between the two. Ward, knowing that it was probably his wife, welcomed the person inside. The door opened slightly, only enough for the person to peek their head through. It was, in fact, Rose. Rafe smiled, remembering to make sure it looked like he was having fun. Rose had gone through all this trouble to plan this festival, the least he could do was play along.

“Oh, honey, we’re taking some pictures before we leave.” Rose’s voice was quiet and mellow, not wanting to disturb whatever conversation Rafe was having with his father.

Ward smiled, nodding sweetly to his wife. “We’ll be right there.”

Rose nods, leaving the door slightly ajar so Rafe and Ward can follow after her. Ward makes his way towards the door, glaring at Rafe.

His words are just as menacing as his glare. “Do not disappoint me.”

Rafe doesn’t even nod this time. He’s too afraid. He knows, not only by his dad’s glare, but also by how his dad leaves the room, that he is serious. More serious than he’s ever been. Rafe doesn’t move for a moment, almost too nervous to take the first step. His legs feel like jelly, and he knows that if he doesn’t calm down soon, he might faint. He wants his dad to be proud of him so badly, that he’s ready to work himself to the bone. His dad has never so much as given him a nod of approval before and he would be lying if he said it wasn’t something he craved. He yearned for the day when his dad would smile at him, telling Rafe he was proud of him.

But that day was not today, and Rafe knew he had to get over it. One day, it may happen, but he had to push all that down for tonight. Tonight, was a night to support Rose and all the hard work that went into planning a celebration like this. So, Rafe began to walk towards the door of his dad’s study, trying to forget about the conversation he just had with his dad.

As he exited the study, he straightened his collar. He felt very uncomfortable in such a fancy suit, but he tried to focus on the afterparty, something he was a little more excited for. Sure, Y/N was going but he knew JJ was jealous and would try to keep them apart all evening. All he had to do was tolerate her now and on the way to the hall and after that, he would not have to think of her for the rest of the night.

Unfortunately, things never go Rafe’s way. The second he walked outside, he felt as though the wind had been knocked out of him. Rose was taking pictures of everyone in their front garden, mentioning to Rafe before that her tulips would look great as a background piece. He had figured that since no one seemed to be in the house, they were all outside. He was right, but at what cost? Well, the cost was his sanity.

She stood there as if it was another normal day. As if she dressed like that every day. Rafe was utterly speechless. How could she be doing something as mundane as talking to Sarah but look so stunning? This was the first time he envied JJ Maybank. Although Rafe had everything a guy could ask for, JJ got the ultimate prize; he got to escort Y/N to the Midsummer festival. He got to intertwine their hands and show her off. He was the one who could dance with her and hold her and tell her how breathtaking she looked. All Rafe could do was watch (more like stare) and pretend to not notice the most beautiful woman in the room.

He hesitated for a moment. His eyes were trained on her dress instead of her face, fearing he would blush too much and make his attraction toward her obvious. Unfortunately, looking at her dress didn’t help. The fabric blew in the wind, enhancing the silhouette of her body. Ultimately, Rafe just looked away. Every moment he looked at her was another moment he was reminded that she was not his.

“Rafe!” Rose called, watching as Rafe stood away from the group. His head was down and only when she called did, he turns it up slightly. “Come over here and take some pictures!”

Rafe nodded, realizing her eyes were probably on him now. He gulped nervously. “O-okay.”

Rose frowned, confused at Rafe’s shy behaviour. She looked to Ward, who was typing something on his phone. She knew how rocky Ward and Rafe’s relationship was and knew that whenever they entered Ward’s study, Rafe would come out a meek boy. She figured Ward had done something again to hurt Rafe. Although this was true, it was not the real reason Rafe was acting so shy.

“What did you say to him?” Rose whispered to Ward once his phone was tucked away.

Ward rolled his eyes. “He needs some tough love, that boy.”

Rose was fuming but tried to keep her cool. Just for this one night. “I swear Ward, this is my day. Do not ruin it.”

Ward smirked, leaning down to kiss his wife on her cheek. “Of course, not darling. Everything will go your way tonight.”

If only they knew what was to come.

~

JJ Maybank was nervous. He swears, before he met Y/N, he was never an anxious person. Now he seemed to be panicking all the time. He knew it was because of Y/N. She was one of the best parts of his life right now and JJ had a dangerous pattern of ruining all the good things in his life. He knew it was because he was always scared of losing someone or something so special to him and never recovering. This was especially true with Y/N. Although they were not official, they had hung out basically every day since they met, and JJ’s feelings had become clear. He wanted to be her boyfriend.

And tonight, if everything went well, he would ask Y/N to be his girlfriend. He had never moved this slow with a girl before, but he was willing to try. He didn’t want to scare her off, so he played it safe.

Except, for right now. Agreeing to go to the Midsummer festival was probably the least safe thing JJ could do. He was not accepted by the Kooks, his reputation preceding him. He was rarely on his best behaviour when Kooks were involved so he was very nervous that he would somehow ruin the evening for Y/N. He could tell she had been excited for this festival, and he was sure that if he ruined the night for her, she would never want to be with him. So, with a deep breath, JJ promised himself that no matter what, he’d be on his best behaviour.

And then he saw Y/N exit Ward Cameron’s car.

She stood out like a sore thumb. None of the other girls could compare to her. JJ felt time freeze for a moment as he looked at the most beautiful girl in the world. Her white dress fitted her perfectly, it was as if it was made for her. Her hair made her look ethereal, like a fairy glowing in the dimming light. The festival was supposed to start right as the sun set so many people were already using flashlights so they could see the path to the entrance of the hall but not JJ. Y/N was his flashlight, illuminating not only herself but his entire life.

Once their eyes met, it was fireworks. JJ felt his heart skip a beat, the reality of her beauty setting in. He didn’t have to smile at her, he’d been smiling since she stepped out of the car. When she registered that it was JJ who was wearing the goofy grin, she smiled right back.

Although JJ thought Y/N looked beautiful, Y/N thought JJ looked handsome. He wore a black button up with black blazer and slacks. The collar of his shirt was embroidered with white flowers and lace, seeming to match Y/N without knowing. The usual messy hair look he wore so well was brushed back and styled. All the dirt and grime on his face was gone. It was like looking at a new JJ. A JJ that Y/N never thought she would get to see.

Once she’s an arm’s length away, JJ’s arms stretch out towards her, and she gladly accepts the hug. They both seem excited but nervous to be here. Even though Y/N is technically a Kook, she feels out of place. She knows that everyone is looking at her with disdain; knowing her family is from new money. Everyone except JJ and Sarah.

“You look beautiful.” JJ remarks as they pull away from each other.

“Thanks, J. You don’t look so bad yourself.” Y/N blushes, looping her arm around JJ. “Where’d you get that suit?”

JJ smirked. “Sarah lent it to me.”

Y/N rolled her eyes, glancing at Sarah. She was being escorted inside by John B. Y/N reminded herself to thank Sarah again. The festival is starting and every woman with a date is being escorted in now. “Shall we?”

JJ nods, tilting his chin up higher. “Yes, m’lady.”

Whatever image Y/N had in her mind of how the DeClaire Hall would look quickly vanished once they were inside. Large, tall marble pillars stood tall in every corner of the room. They were white, reflecting off the marble walls and vinyl floors. The middle of the hall was empty, only a few couples dancing to the melody of a violin playing. The tables were scattered along the outer part of the hall, decorated with white linen and golden embellishments. Both Y/N and JJ were astonished that Rose pulled it off. It was as if Y/N and JJ had been transported to the regency time period, watching in awe as every person seemed to be playing a character. The women wore long, bright dresses while the men were styled in fitted but elegant suits. Sarah was right; Rose really did go all out for this celebration.

“Woah.” JJ gasped. He had never seen something like this before. Although he was in awe, he was still a little bitter. The Kooks had all this money to spend on a festival that didn’t really matter but couldn’t donate some money to fix up JJ’s school or help out the dirt poor Pogues? He was bitter at the thought of all these Kooks enjoying themselves while his friends like Kie and Pope sat at home.

Y/N nodded; her eyes trained on Rafe. She couldn’t help herself. She wished he didn’t look so good but there he was, standing 20 feet away and looking like a dream. “Yeah, woah is right.”

Before any more words could be exchanged, the soft music stopped, and Rose entered the dance floor. She stood tall, the train of her yellow dress trailing behind her. “Hello everyone!” She had begun to speak but instead of her normal voice, she pretended to put on an English accent. “Thank you for coming to the ninety fifth anniversary of the Midsummer festival!”

Y/N snickered, leaning towards JJ’s ear. “This can’t be real.”

JJ smirked at her, his voice lowering. “We call them Kooks for a reason.”

“Shortly, the festivities will commence but before then, let us go over some ground rules.” Rose paused for a moment, waiting until everyone quieted down. “Firstly, young ladies will not stand up for more than two consecutive dances with the same partner. Secondly, there will be no vulgarity of any sort. And lastly, have a wondrous time!” The last sentence was spoken in her own words, the English accent no longer present in her voice.

Everyone seemed to cheer, some even clinking their champagne glasses together. The music began again, a soft melody flowing throughout the hall. Although everyone else seemed to be taking this seriously, waltzing with their partner and speaking in an English accent, Y/N and JJ were not.

JJ bowed, a goofy grin on his face. “M’lady, would you care to dance?” His southern accent was hard to disguise, even under a fake and terrible English accent.

Y/N giggled, curtsying slightly. “Why, of course!” Her hands rested in JJ’s as he led her to the middle of the hall. With anyone else, she would feel embarrassed, but it was so fun being with JJ that she didn’t care what other people thought of her.

As they pushed past crowds of Kooks, all dressed up in the finest clothing she ever saw, JJ leaned down, his breath fanning against her neck. “This has to be the stupidest shit I’ve ever done.”

Y/N smirked, looking up at him. Their lips were inches apart and she had the sudden urge to kiss him. “That can’t be true.”

JJ pouted, finally finding an open spot for them to sway to the music. He twirled Y/N around, watching in awe as her smile only grew wider. He swore he could watch her like this all day. “You’re right, it’s not.” He knew the stupidest thing he’d ever done was not kiss her sooner.

Y/N grew nervous, unsure of how to actually dance with a partner. She had never done this before. Thankfully, JJ did not hesitate like she did. She watched as he carefully placed one hand on her waist as the other clasped onto her hand. She let her other hand fall to the side, unsure of what to do next.

She looked up at JJ sheepishly. “How do I do this?” There was an awkward giggle at the end as Y/N tried to hide behind her embarrassment.

JJ smirked, his hand leaving her waist for a moment and guiding her limp arm to his shoulder. “Hold me.” Once his hand returned to her waist, he pulled her body closer to him. He could feel the warmth of her chest against his which only made his heartbeat faster. They had never been this close. Never touched each other in such a delicate way.

Soon, the two of them swayed to the music, a lovestruck grin on both of their faces. Y/N wished she could capture this moment forever. She was sure no one else had ever made her feel like this. She felt so protected. So secure. She knew that if she could, she’d choose to be in JJ’s arms forever. She was the happiest she could ever be as she danced with JJ, swaying to a song about unrequited love.

But, about twenty feet away in the corner of the room, Rafe enviously watched as the girl he wanted most danced with another man.

~

The first two hours of the Midsummer festival went marvellous. Y/N and JJ seemed to be attached at the hip, dancing, drinking, and laughing together the entire time. It seemed that all the nerves the two of them had at the beginning of the night dwindled down when they were with each other and had a few drinks. For Y/N, the best part was she had not run into Rafe once. He had been on the other side of the hall all night, drinking with his friends and dancing with a few girls. And although Y/N convinced herself that she was not watching him, she couldn’t help but feel a tad envious seeing Rafe dance with a couple girls.

The rules that Rose spoke about at the beginning of the night were more serious than Y/N and JJ initially thought. They thought it was all for show, just another way for the night to feel more realistic. But in reality, Rose would not let women dance with the same man consecutively. It was odd the first time she caught JJ and Y/N dancing, both of them ready to lie just so they could dance together again, but Rose shooed them away, telling them to wait for the next song to come on before they danced together again.

After the fourth time of Y/N and JJ trying to sneak past Rose and being caught red handed, they decided to just wait it out. How long could one song be?

“JJ,” Y/N cooed, sitting down at their table. They were seated with Sarah and John B at table two while Rose, Ward, and their friends were seated at table one. “Can you get me a glass of water?”

JJ smirked, crouched down to meet Y/N’s eyeline. “I’ve worn you out already?”

Y/N rolled her eyes, a devious glint in her eyes. “I’m sorry I don’t have the stamina to drink and dance for two hours.”

JJ shrugged, standing up again. “Fine, but you owe me a dance after. That line is so long and I’m gonna have to make conversation with those snooty PTA moms.”

Y/N giggled. “Well, if you come back with a cold glass of water, I’ll do more than dance with you.”

It was supposed to be a teasing comment and it was, but there was a serious undertone to the way she talked. She had waited too long to kiss JJ. If he could just stop being a gentleman for one moment.

JJ’s back straightened, his brows raised. He slightly nods, as if he’s tipping his nonexistent hat in her direction. “I’ll be right back.”

Y/N watches in amusement as JJ scurries across the hall, impatiently waiting in the long ass line. Y/N sighs, thinking she’ll be able to relax for a moment. Although she loves dancing with JJ, she needs to rest her feet. Unfortunately, before she can properly rest, Sarah and John B rush towards her.

“What did you say to JJ that got him so riled up? That man basically ran to the bar.” John B jokes, glancing at his friend. Some of the PTA moms began talking to JJ and he watches as his friend uncomfortably tries to make conversation.

“Nothing. I’m just waiting until we can dance again.” Y/N smirks, watching JJ from across the hall as well.

“But the waltz is on next, and JJ won’t be back in time!” Sarah frowns, glancing at JJ before her gaze returns to Y/N.

Y/N shrugs. She knew her and Sarah promised to dance the waltz together with their partners, but Y/N wasn’t too worried. She figured the waltz would be played many times that night and they’d dance it next time it came on. She tried to reassure Sarah by saying so, but Sarah only frowned deeper.

“No, I’m leaving in, like, twenty minutes. Rafe and I have to start setting everything up at our house for the afterparty. It starts in an hour.” Sarah groaned.

Y/N frowned, now a little upset as well that they wouldn’t be able to fulfill their promise. “I’m sorry. I wish I could dance with you guys; I do.”

It seemed that the second those words left Y/N’s mouth, Sarah’s eyes lit up and she was no longer frowning. “Maybe you can.”

Y/N rolled her eyes. “JJ’s not leaving that line now. I promised him something if he got me some water.”

Sarah giggled, instantly knowing what Y/N was implying. “No, silly. Not JJ. Someone else.” But before Y/N could ask her who she had in mind, Sarah dashed off, disappearing into the crowd of people gathered on the other side of the hall.

Y/N looked to John B, getting up from her seat. Her feet didn’t hurt as much anymore, the little rest she took had helped a lot. “What’s she up to?”

John B shrugged, a smug grin on his lips. “I never know.”

Y/N giggled at John B’s little remark because it was so true. Sarah was a very creative person and someone Y/N could go to whenever she was having a problem. Sarah always came up with the best solutions.

Except for now. Sarah was Y/N’s best friend in OBX but, when she emerged from the crowd tugging on the sleeve of a familiar face, Y/N wished Sarah didn’t have these creative plans. The person she was dragging along was Rafe. She had somehow looped Rafe into this. The last person Y/N wanted to see tonight. He looked confused and it was clear to Y/N that Sarah had not let Rafe in on her plan. This comforted her a little; knowing Rafe would be just as mortified.

When they reached about six feet away from Y/N and John B, Rafe finally understood what was about to happen. Y/N was right, he looked mortified. Rafe didn’t feel as though mortified was the right word. Humiliated. Nauseous. Literally any word that would describe how shitty he felt the second his eyes met Y/N’s.

He tried to run away; he really did. He stopped walking the second he realized what was going on. Sarah was only tugging on him because he let her. If he really wanted to, he could overpower her in seconds. And that’s what he did. He stopped in his tracks, refusing to move even as Sarah pulled harder on his sleeve.

“C’mon, she’s, my friend.” Sarah pleaded, her grasp on Rafe tightening.

Rafe shook his head, glancing Y/N’s way once more. He quickly grew embarrassed that her eyes were still on him and immediately looked back to Sarah. “Well, she’s not my friend.”

Sarah sighed, her lips in a deep pout. “Whatever weird energy you have for her, swallow it. Just for one dance.”

Rafe wanted to argue. He wanted to say that they shared no weird energy. That he just didn’t care for that hippie. But his sister knew him too well and although she might not have noticed his feelings for Y/N fully, she did register some tension between them. Rafe hated lying to his sister so, with a deep breath and a quick roll of his eyes, he agreed. It was just one dance. What’s the worst that could happen?

Y/N, on the other hand, was less flexible than Rafe. The second Sarah was close enough to hear, Y/N voiced her disdain. Which was bold since Rafe was standing in front of her.

“No way. I’m not getting a pity dance from your brother.”

Rafe scoffed, rolling his eyes for what seemed like the tenth time tonight. “A thank you would suffice.”

Y/N shook her head. “Oh, a thank you?” She repeated, her blood boiling. How could someone be so attractive yet so annoying at the same time. “How about this as a thank you?” Without even thinking, Y/N raised her hand and stuck her middle finger in the air defiantly.

Y/N’s anger only made him cockier. Call Rafe a coward all you want but he was damn good at hiding behind anger to protect his own feelings. “Not very ladylike, is it? Especially in this time period.”

“You know what is appropriate in this time period though?” Y/N grumbled. “The guillotine.”

Before Rafe could come up with an intelligent rebuttal, John B cut through the tension by stepping in between the two of them. It was getting pretty heated, and John B was sure Y/N was about to punch him. “Hey guys! The waltz should be on any minute so can we please put a pin in this and just have a fun time?”

Y/N stared at Rafe, her heart fluttering a little at how rosy his cheeks had gotten during their conversation. Although he had said such terrible things, somehow, she knew he had not meant any of it. So, with a steady breath, she outstretched her hand. She had a tiny smile on her lips and this time, it wasn’t forced.

“I’m willing to put it aside if you’re willing to dance with me.”

Rafe gulped, looking at her outstretched hand and gingerly taking it. “Fine.” It was all he could muster out. He was so nervous, and it didn’t help that this was the first time they had touched. She had always felt so far away from him and now their hands were intertwined. Her skin felt soft against his and he swore he felt a buzz of electricity course through him the second their hands touched.

Y/N could feel it too. She tried to ignore it, blaming it on static electricity or anything else. She would blame it on the wind before she would conclude that there was some part of her that was drawn to Rafe Cameron. They both stayed speechless and even as they approached the middle of the hall where everyone was dancing, they barely made an effort to look at each other. Everything felt so tense the second their hands touched.

Finally, the music died down for a moment. The waltz was the next song and Y/N prepared herself mentally. No matter what her brain told her, she did not feel anything for Rafe. She liked JJ. But as the music began and Rafe made the first move, she was not so sure. His hands were gentle but hesitant, scared to place his hand on her hip. They were in each other’s space. Y/N had never been this close to him. She breathed in through her nose, smelling his wonderful cologne.

“You’re gonna have to hold me, you know that right?” Her tone comes off as sarcastic because it’s the only one she’s familiar with around Rafe.

Rafe rolls his eyes. “Uh, yeah. I know.” He places one hand on Y/N’s hip, swallowing harshly before reaching out with his other hand and holding onto her hand. Their thumbs are intertwined, a small gesture that causes Rafe’s stomach to stir.

When the music starts, it’s soft and low at first and Y/N expects them to just sway. She had really only been swaying when she danced with JJ since they both weren’t sure how to formally dance. But Rafe had been to enough of these festivals to know how to lead a girl through a dance. So, as the music’s pace began to grow, Rafe led Y/N across the floor. Their feet seemed to be at the same pace, quietly shuffling like everyone else. He wasn’t going too fast like Y/N expected and she was grateful for it. But she was nervous nonetheless and looked to her feet so she wouldn’t accidentally step on Rafe’s toes.

Rafe chuckled at Y/N’s nervousness. He couldn’t stop thinking that she was so cute. “You have to look at your partner when you’re dancing with them.” The tone was more teasing than he wanted it to be.

Y/N looked up, blushing at her naivety. “Um, I’m afraid I’m gonna fall.”

She was being vulnerable with him. Sure, it was a very small step, but it was a step forward, nonetheless. Rafe beamed, endeared at her bashfulness. She had never been this way with him. He was taking her out of her comfort zone. “I promise you won’t step on my toes. And if you do, I won’t mind.”

Y/N gives Rafe a bashful smile. She’s looking at him while they dance now, never breaking eye contact. But Rafe is the bashful one now and continuously finds himself looking away. He’s so nervous. She’s looking at him. She’s really looking at him. He has to wonder; does she like what she sees?

“Now look at who's not focusing on their partner.” Y/N’s tone is teasing, and he can’t help but blush.

Rafe says the first thing that comes to his head. “It’s hard to look at someone so beautiful and not blush.”

This only makes the two of them blush more. Y/N wants to tell Rafe she thinks he’s beautiful too. She wants to ask him how they could be mean to each other one moment and all bashful the next. She wants to ask him if he’s ever felt like this with anyone else. She wants to know how he feels. But before she gets a chance to do any of that, they’re pulled apart.

JJ was going to let it go. He was going to just wait in that stupid line and get her a glass of water. He even wasn’t going to complain that Rafe and Y/N were dancing even though he was sure he would burst from jealousy. He convinced himself that Y/N was probably just trying to be polite and Rafe was the one to blame. But when he saw that Rafe had made her smile like that, a smile he had never seen her use, his blood boiled and all he saw was red. He left the line, not even saying goodbye to those snobby PTA moms, and bolted to the centre of the room where they were dancing. He knew that pulling Rafe by the collar would cause a scene. And he knew he promised himself that he was going to be on his best behaviour, but he couldn’t help himself. Rafe was not about to take the only good thing in his life right now. He cared so deeply for Y/N, and he wasn’t gonna let Rafe Cameron, of all people, ruin it. So, he did the only thing he knew; he used his fists.

Rafe choked on his collar as JJ pulled him off of Y/N. He fell backwards, a surprised gasp leaving his lips before his back hit the ground. Before Rafe could even defend himself, JJ was on top of the poor boy and punching him. The only thing Rafe could do was shield his face as JJ tried his best to punch Rafe.

Y/N was mortified. She could not believe this was happening. She had never seen JJ so angry, let alone at Rafe. Sure, JJ wasn’t the biggest fan of Kooks but to fist fight one? Besides, she couldn’t remember a time when JJ mentioned such disdain for Rafe. But that didn’t matter now. She needed to intervene.

“JJ! Stop!” She tried yelling, her voice piercing through the air. The music had stopped, and many people had begun congregating around them to see what all the fuss was about. It was no use though, even Y/N’s yelling did not stop JJ.

The only thing that stopped JJ was John B. As JJ threw his fifth punch, John B approached JJ and pulled him away from Rafe. JJ fought against John B, trying to free himself from his friend’s grasp but it was no use. John B held him in a way that was difficult for JJ to get out of.

“Let me go, bro!” JJ continued to struggle as John B’s grasp, unaware that all eyes were on him.

“Dude, stop!” John B tightened his grip on JJ.

JJ finally stopped struggling, noticing that the room got very quiet. Suddenly, his actions came rushing to him and he realized the mistake he made. When John B felt JJ relax, he finally let go. He was unsure what his friend would do but he knew he had to be there just in case.

Everyone was looking at JJ, their judgemental stares burning holes onto his skin. He felt so exposed, so embarrassed that strangers had seen him like that. But he was more worried about Y/N. He knew he made a mistake and wasn’t sure how she’d react. Knowing her, it wasn’t going to be good.

And when he looked at her, her eyes brimming with tears, he knew he had fucked up big time. She was standing off to the side, standing beside Sarah who was trying to comfort her. JJ took a few steps towards her, his face pale.

“Y/N…” JJ began, the look on his face saying it all.

But Y/N didn’t care. She just wanted one perfect night. She had never seen this side of JJ but now that she had, she was afraid. She shook her head, backing away from him. “No, leave me alone.” And with that, she turned on her heels and walked farther and farther away from him.

Sarah stood there for a moment longer, dumbfounded. “JJ, I think you need to give her some space right now.”

JJ wanted to cry. Although he was embarrassed, it didn’t matter now. He had just ruined the only good thing in his life. The dangerous pattern had finally caught up to him.

~

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[unimooshi]

Christmas Fluff Snippet Megapost

(brought to you by your host Mooshi bc I’m stuck at home and wanna procrastinate cleaning my room :) )

Rated: G/Fluff

Relationship(s): Literally as many I can think within the span of 3 hours as they’re all basically 1 paragraph long. Feel free to read whichever ones you want I’m making word soup rn. We smackin’ tonight kings, queen, and royals in between😌😭✨

All relationships can be whatever universe you want, unless stated otherwise. Have a good time

Also please keep in mind that I haven’t read a lot of the comics and have a limited knowledge on the cartoons bc I haven’t watched some of them, but I’ll try my best to write out the dynamic as I see it.

1) Starscream/Optimus (StarPrime) you knew we were gonna start with OTP

“I know you wanted to visit Earth for a small vacation, but did you really have to choose the coldest of Earth months to visit?”, Starscream said with borderline disgust as he stared at the snow at the bottom of their ship, the only redeeming thing about the environment was the setting sun.

He kneeled down and scooped up a pile of snow, watching it crumble away between his digits. His internal heating system kicking into overdrive to compensate, little puffs of steam floating into the air. It wasn’t that it was cold, the issue was how wet it would be. The mess that would be made inside their circuits and the water dripping from exposed wiring made Starscream shiver.

“No, I didn’t have to but Earth has such a happy culture this time of year and I wanted to share that with you. I think you’ll like Christmas. Cheer up, let’s take a walk.” , Optimus planted a small peck on the side of Starscream’s helm and stepped outside, the soft crunch of snow following the Prime.

Starscream reluctantly stepped into the snow and groaned with how much water his sensors were already detecting, “How happy could this holiday possibly be with frozen condensation falling from the sky and getting into your circuits?”

“Well, according to what can be found on the internet, it’s an annual religious festival, but most humans use it as a time to see loved ones and celebrate their love for one another.”, Optimus took Starscream’s servo and interlaced it with his own, removing his battle mask to reveal a soft smile with blue optics to match, “and besides you can take a warm lather in the washracks later while I warm up some energon. I know you like watching Earth movies every once in a while.”

Starscream really couldn’t argue with his conjux and just vented out more heat, the puff leaving a trail of white steam as it floated into the evening sky. If being on a mud ball planet meant Optimus would be relaxed then he supposed it would be worth getting his circuits drenched for. Honestly, doing anything was worth it if it meant his Prime would stop thinking about his responsibilities even for just a cycle.

“Your strobes are blinking by the way.”

Starscream stopped walking and flapped his wings into view then dipped them low, brushing it off.

“It doesn’t mean anything.”

“I’m sure it doesn’t.”, Optimus rolled his optics and laughed, holding his conjux’s servo a little tighter.

———

2) Knockout/Breakdown (KOBD)

“Merry Christmas Knockout!”, Breakdown burst into the Medbay with a clumsily wrapped box.

Knockout nearly dropped his datapad and jumped from the sudden intrusion, his servo switched out for his buzz saw until he saw who it was.

“Breakdown!”, Knockout vented out and transformed his servo back, “Don’t scare me like that so suddenly.”

“I’m sorry, but I just wanted to finally give you this. I knew you just had to have it when I saw it and I really hope you like it.”

“All is forgiven. Thank you.”, Knockout casually tore away at the wrapping and lifted the lid, his optics glowing brighter.

“Well...do you like it?”

“Like it? I love it!”, Knockout unfolded the white stripe vinyl inside to it’s full length, laughing with a full smile, “You always know just what to get me!”

He put his gift down on the examination table and went to go hug his conjux, climbing up a little to properly plant a kiss.

As high as the mood was brought up, it was quickly shot down again.

“Wait, I’m not done with your gift yet.”, Knockout left for his datapad and scrolled through something.

“It’s alright, you don’t have to give me one. Your company is the only gift I need.”, Breakdown tried to comfort his conjux, but Knockout held out a servo to stop him.

“That’s a sweet sentiment, but it doesn’t feel fair if I had my gift before yours is even done and I don’t want you seeing it while it’s incomplete.”

“I’m sure I’ll like it even if it’s unfinished. The thought matters more than what it is. Can you tell me what it is?”

“Are you sure?”

Breakdown nodded excitedly.

Knockout sighed and handed over the datapad, “It’s only about 75% of the way done, but it’s a transcription of that Earth book you wanted to read but couldn’t find an online PDF version of it.”

Breakdown scrolled through the pages of words and felt his frame melt.

“I know it’s not as good as what you gave me but—”

“I love it!”, He lifted Knockout off the ground and squeezed, “Thank you!”

“You’re welcome but watch the paint!”

———

3) Bumblebee/Blitzwing (TFA Blitzbee)

Bumblebee wasn’t one for snow to be perfectly honest. Sure, making snowmen and having snowball fights with Sari were fun, but he mostly did those activities to make her happy as her best friend. The frosty windows on the base served as another reminder as to why he liked to stay inside where it was warm and there was plenty of oil to drink, so it was rather ironic when he started seeing a mech who could make ice and enjoyed just burying himself in the frozen stuff.

“Come outside my little bee~”

Random sang softly and taunted him from outside the Autobot base. The heat from Blitzwing’s system fogging up the window further. Everyone else in the base had retreated back to their rooms for the night, leaving Bee free to do what he wanted in the living room. At least, he would be if there wasn’t a giant beige and purple bot trying to get him outside.

“No way Blitzbrain. It’s beyond freezing out there. I’m not locking up my servos just so you can eat street snow again.”

Bumble whispered harshly and opened the window, a gush of frozen air creeped their way through the cracks of his frame. His central heating system kicked online.

Random’s glossa slithered out of his intake, “Aww why not?”

“Because it’s gross. And that’s saying something when it comes from me!”

Vrrrr.

“I suppose that’s true.”, Icy’s lips pouted outward as he pressed his digits to his chin. His sharp features standing out in the crisp darkness of the night, “But aren’t you the one always wanting to go out? Why is it so different this time?”

“Because time impossible to drive in snow and I don’t wanna deal with traffic.”

“It’s the middle of the night.”

“So?”

Vrrrr.

“So why don’t you want to come out here and spend some time away from this stupid base you tiny bug bot!”

Bee held a digit to his intake, “I’m right here idiot, you’ll wake everyone up and then they’ll see you and then we’ll have to fight.”

Vrrrr.

“You’re afraid of the snow aren’t you.”

“What? No. That’s not—I’m not afraid of it are you kidding me? Only sparklings are afraid of stupid things like that.”

“Ok, so you just don’t like the cold.”

“So what if I don’t?”

“Even if you can’t drive, it’s still a nice night for flying.”

Bumblebee’s optics widened, “Flying?”

“Yes. Calm winds, clear skies, no organics or bots in the streets, what more could you wait for?”

“You’re gonna take me flying?”, Bee’s voice rose in pitch and he looked up at his mechfriend with stars in his eyes.

Vrrrr.

“If you keep repeating the same thing I’ll crush you with this wall!”

Vrrrr.

“It’s been a while since I’ve seen something go splat!”

Random laughed at his own morbid thought.

“Ok, first of all, don’t crush me. You’re like three times my size, you don’t need a wall. Second, as long as I don’t have to get my servos wet I’ll be there in a nanoklik.”

Bumblebee gave a quick peck before racing away to touch himself up a little for his small impromptu date.

———

4) Megatron/Soundwave (MegaWave)

Megatron was busy. Again.

Soundwave didn’t mind it much as he just worked on his reports, but deep in his spark he really hoped he would’ve made some time to be with him. There was no such luck unfortunately. Soundwave knew his leader was always busy which is what made their small times together all the more special and intimate. Nobody ever saw the side of the warlord that he did and he was quite proud of that. It made him feel special.

>Soundwave.

A private communication line blipped open from Megatron. What convenient timing.

>Yes, Lord Megatron?

>I need you to send a message to Shockwave about the latest export of energon. There will be a delay because of Autobot meddling, but it shouldn’t take more than a couple earth cycles to have everything in order.

>Message received. Will be sent as soon as possible.

>Good. By the way Soundwave, I’ve left something for you in your desk compartment. Consider it a token of my appreciation for all you’ve done staying loyal to the Decepticons.

>Understood. Thank you Lord Megatron.

With that, the line cut off and Soundwave was left alone again in the communication center. His optics glanced over at the large compartment in his desk and opened it. Inside he found a small stack of datapads and one single use datapad filled out.

—

‘To: Soundwave

Silent as a thief in the night

You crept into my spark and took flight

Your visor so full of mystery

Yet take away much of my misery

In war there is treachery

In war there is loyalty

No words could ever be strung to say how much you mean to me

Merry Christmas,

From Megatron

—

A/N: I’m done with this post. Whoop. 4 short stories in one post. This is all I could crank out in a few hours. I didn’t anticipate this day to be so busy for me😭😭. I’ve been hanging out with family and dropping off gifts for friends at their door step. You can kinda tel I gave up at the end and poems aren’t really my thing. I’ll finish the rest tomorrow, so just pretend that whatever I post tomorrow was done today. Tell me what you think and have a nice night. I’m gonna pass out now. Mwah.

AND YES WHEN I WRITE MEGS IN ANY FIC HE IS A MUSHY BASTARD WHEN HES NOT AN ASS HAT AND THATS ON SOFT BASTARDS😌✨✨

[thecraftgremlin]

land-of-boredom-and-confusion

tell usss

You know what I’m in a ranting mood so why not.

So here’s the thing. The fundamental thesis of cosmic horror as a genre can be boiled down to “The universe is vast and incomprehensible and terrifying, and we as tiny humans simply cannot handle the knowledge of this without completely breaking our brains.”

So, a successful cosmic horror monster has to represent this thesis, and it can do that one of two ways. It can exist in such a way that the mere perception of it defies everything we know about life itself, so we are terrified by its incomprehensibleness. OR it can exist on such a macro level and have such little regard for humanity that we are terrified by our own smallness and insignificance.

I understand why people gravitate to symbiotes for a cosmic horror theme on a purely aesthetic level. I don’t know a lot about Marvel’s roster of alien species, but I think it’s safe enough to assume it skews pretty humanoid? So it seems logical when looking for a monster to immediately go for the space slimes with spooky possession powers, right?

But when you get down to it, a symbiote is just an organism. It relies on a host to live like millions of species on earth do. It needs to eat and shelter itself. It has well documented weaknesses that can hurt or even kill it. It literally fits inside a human body. Once you look past the tentacles and goo, there’s nothing brain-breakingly incomprehensible there?

And let’s not forget that they’re sentient! You can just talk to them! They have perfectly understandable emotions! They get angry when someone hurts them, they’re sad when someone they care about dies. Not to get into a completely different rant but the Venom symbiote, literally the original symbiote that started it all, is motivated in almost everything they do by love. They’re just people, no matter how many writers refuse to treat them like it.

Anyway, TLDR; Marvel should just pick a different alien species the next time they wanna do a Lovecraft ripoff. Hell, they got Galactus right there.

[cortanaaq]

A/N: This came in later than I expected,it’s really long but I hope you enjoy it.

This is for the anon who requested nct or tbz spending Halloween with you. So I did nct 127 ;’) sorry for waiting 

**also thanks to @365nct, i used one of their incorrect quotes for the jaehyun one haha hope they don’t mind

  NCT 127 – Spending Halloween with you

 Taeil

-He was not really used to celebrating Halloween if it wasn’t for the SM Halloween party

-So this year you got him unprepared

-but he doesn’t mind celebrating as long as it is with you

-he came with the idea to have a couple costume and that was ,,,,

-yup you guessed it

-Beauty and the Beast

-but this time he was the beast and you ofc,the beauty

-because he can’t repeat the incident from 2017 where he was dragged to dress up as Belle and winwin was the beast- anyways

-he glares at you every time you bring it up lol

-this time he pulled the uno reverse card tho

-because he definitely treats you like a prince/princess all the time,he went shopping for costumes with you

-he bought everything you wished for,even the crazy unnecessary decorations like a stupid flying skeleton or a witch dressed as a hooker

-like what even is that?? He wondered but laughed when you gave him puppy eyes

-“it’s funny tho,it would look good at the entrance “

-he snorted

-obvs taeil couldn’t resist those eyes and the pouty lips that he kissed in the end

-spends the whole night eating the candies you’ve got

-he likes to take a loooot of selfies so be ready to be bombarded with funny filters

-after you both get tired of all the dress up thingy,you too decided to watch a horror movie

-classic but he knows what he’s doing

-whenever you cling onto his arm or squeeze his hand he smirks and hums into your ear

-you know he’s teasing and he chose that movie on purpose so you occasionally punch his arm when he tickles you with teasing small pecks on your cheeks and neck

-but you secretly enjoy it don’t lie

 Johnny

 -Oh johnny boy 

-I think for sure Halloween is his fave celebration because he always plans to visit Chicago in that period

-for this and for Christmas of course 

-he likes to celebrate it in the US cause the traditions are kept alive there 

-so he’s excited to take you trick or treating 

-You chose Corpse bride for costumes

-you were so excited to do his make up as Victor and he was excited to see you dressed for a wedding lmao

-While doing his make up before leaving for treating,he kept looking at you being so concentrated 

-“you look so beautiful like this babe”

-“johnny I look dead“

-literally

-he laughed and kissed you when he got the opportunity 

-and ofc he couldn’t contain himself from making cheeky remarks  either

-and you get mad at him for talking and smudging his make up by accident

-“you distracted me !!”

-but you like his annoying ass and would never be actually mad at him

 -plus he looked good even with smudged make up

-you think maybe it’s too smudged but he lifts you up and kisses you harder that before

-…and now you’re both smudged  but you don’t really mind as you kiss him one more time

-after all,you leave for trick or treating but realize you’re a bit old for this 

-he will not go home without corn candies tho so you’ll have to force him to do so -but because he looks around and sees mostly children,

-he suggests going to a party in the neighborhood 

-it was a party thrown by his friends ofc 

-and you were more than happy to show everyone the power couple you make together

 -he drives there,one hand on the steering wheel,one hand on your leg

 -occasionally caresses your skin and you blush a little 

-he knows your weaknesses tho

 -anywayssss

-you arrive at the party,everyone is in awe,,,he can’t really stop bragging about you

 -and you have a great time meeting his American friends for the first time

-seeing you tired after a while of being there,he comes closer to you and hugs you from behind

 -whispers in your ear how gorgeous you looked and how everyone loved you 

-and how he’s gonna take you home and spend more time as real ‘groom and bride’;;))

 Taeyong

 -this cute baby couldn’t be more excited to celebrate Halloween with you

-and not to baby him even more but his idea for the costumes was to dress up as among us characters

-yes,,among us characters

-specifically black and pink

-can you guess who’s who?

-he went full shopping mode with you and dragged you through  the stores only to find the perfect match

-and you did ofc

-you came with the idea to throw a party and invite the rest of your friends

-he checked the list of things you needed to buy for Halloween

-and you teased him saying he stressed too much and we should have fun instead of worrying

-“but baby you know if we throw a party,we need to have enough drinks and food”

-puppy eyes: checked

-speaking in tiny: checked

-how could you say no lmao

-and after you bought everything necessary (and unnecessary),,

-you came home to decorate and to put your costumes on

-tried to kiss but you forgot you had the helmets on lmfao

-you both giggled like two kids

-he looked so cute when he put his science goggles on his head

-and you made sure to capture every single angle of his cuteness

-too many pics ,,

-too many

-you had a lot of fun especially that you organized a costume contest

-and you didn’t win because you were the hosts pfff..

-it’s not like everyone voted you for having the coolest couple costume

-kinda sus if you ask me

-n ee ways

-the party was a success and everyone had fun

-you ended up eating so many sweets  

-even tho tyong told you to slow down

-he took care of you and bathed you in kisses and cuddles after everyone left

-“you eat too many sweets every Halloween,,do you even learn?” says as he caresses your cheeks and gives you a long forehead kiss

-“but I can’t help myself,,too good and sweet”

-‘”you’re too good and sweet”

 Yuta

 -It was the morning of 31st October

-the only thing in your mind was the Halloween party at sm you and yuta were going to attend

-and ofc you didn’t want a lame costume,you wanted something cute

-but powerful

-and not to be a cliché but you asked yuta if he wanted to be dressed as anime characters

-man did he give you a look

-he chuckled lightly at your request but couldn’t say no

-“baby the fact that you’re Japanese makes it 1000x better”

-you cup his cheeks in between your hands and he laughs holding you on his lap

-after all he agrees and you go shopping for costumes

-as you thought,you didn’t want to be the basic anime characters so you chose a cute and powerful couple

-Kagome and inuyasha

-When you saw yuta wearing that long white hair-wig,your heart did a flip

-he smiled so large when he saw you wearing that pretty school uniform

-you made him take you in his arms immediately only to start smooching your face

-“baby my make up”

-you were pouting,but he was smirking coming closer to your ear

-“ I will make up for this later,promise”

- he said that biting your ear lobe softly

-oh boy you wanted to forget about the party only for yuta to “make up” for you but

-you could’ve handled that later that night

-you had a great time partying with the members and other idols at sm

-yuta held onto you the whole night feeling so proud to have such a gorgeous s/o only for himself

-but what you had planned after the party was much more exciting ;;)

 Doyoung

-This little sh

-that you loved to the moon and back 

-was a bit skeptic about partying for Halloween 

-for your sake tho,he prepared a horror movie marathon for both of you

 -he also suggested cooking something thematic 

-you actually caught him few days ago watching an instagram video of ‘how to make eyeball lollipops”

-You were like ???

-“I want to make these for Halloween because you don’t need to bake anything you know”

-“so we won’t burn the kitchen down? Ok!”

-you agreed faster than he thought

 -and that made him doubt his cooking skills for a bit but anyways 

-you too didn’t really have anything planned for a costume but you decided to surprise him

-with a bunny costume

-not an onesie,no

 -bunny ears and a bunny tail 

 -while he was concentrated on cooking,

-you showed up wearing a cute lingerie and that bunny costume on you 

-“ hey bunny,wanna snuggle?”

-you leaned on the door frame while trying not laugh

-in that moment he was tasting the jam

-but when he turned around and saw you LIKE THAT 

-he snorted and dropped the spoon full of raspberries 

-he was absolutely sure you wanted to give him a heart

-attack somehow

 -but he came to his senses and approached you with a smirk on his face

 -you couldn’t even think for a bit because in the next second he lifted you up to kiss you 

-“you made me drop the food and make a mess,,do you think I’ll let you go with that?”

-you blushed harder than you thought and suggested to help him clean up the mess 

-but he cut you off mid-sentence with a deepened kiss only to tell you with a low tone

-“those raspberries can wait,the bunny wants snuggles doesn’t it?”

-you tried so hard to keep your cool but who can blame you?? 

Jaehyun

 -Another Halloween enthusiast

-he couldn’t wait to dress up as Gomez and Morticia Addams

-you even helped him with the make-up,drawing a mustache on his face

-“haha very funny’’,

-he responds sarcastically every time you look at him and try not to laugh

-but damn the costume was pure gold

-you both looked amazing and he even managed to kiss your hand,up to your arm and neck

-just like Gomez kissed his wife every time he had the opportunity

-you both went trick or treating,along with johnny,mark and other members

-then came back to the dorms and ate so many candies

-jaehyun couldn’t help but stare at you every time he had the chance

-and you knew this costume was a perfect match because you could show him how sexy and elegant you were

-taeyong prepared some food for you all and you had few drinks

-told a lot of horror stories and felt like kids again but jaehyun was waiting to go home only to spend more time with you

-“ the food is too hot,I can’t eat it ::( ’’

-you complained while the others turned their heads to look at you especially taeyong who was about to apologize for the food being too hot

-jaehyun: ‘’you’re hot but I’d still eat-“

--he was cut off mid-sentence by taeyong who slammed his hand down on the table

-“ONE MEAL

-“ONE NORMAL FUCKING MEAL JAEHYUN”

-you all started laughing and looked at jaehyun only to see him grinning like a little bitch he is

-you knew how cheeky he can be so you got up and came closer to him to wrap your arms around his neck

-closer to his ear so you can whisper nonsense, that apparently got him happier that you intended

-he was one lucky guy for sure

-and the Halloween was once again one of his favorite holidays

 Jungwoo

 -Jungwoo wanted something cute this year

-he was very excited to show you what costumes he prepared for you both

- he kept saying it was a surprise and told you not to prepare anything cause he will handle it

- so while you were preparing the candies for the kids, he snuck up on you and covered your eyes

- you could’ve sworn you felt something fluffy covering your face

- you touched his arms and tried to feel it

- and realized he was wearing paws

- ???

- “babe what are you-“

- he cut you off and turned you around to face him

- he was wearing a big Snoopy costume,with a red bowtie as well

- you felt yourself dying of cuteness

- because now you had THE actual snoopy as your boyfriend

- a bit weird but CUTE ok cute

- “do you like it?? the red bowtie is part of the costume so we could match”

- you looked at him all smiles

- his eyes were sparkling just like a puppy’s :,(

- He grabbed your hand and took you to your bedroom to show your costume

- it was the same snoopy costume but you had a red ribbon on top of your head

- you were excited to try it on

- and when you showed him the costume, he gently approached you to kiss your forehead

- “aren’t we the cutest?”

- after that, he helped you give sweets to trick-or-treaters and so many kids were in awe when they saw you two

- you took pictures to send to his family

- and in the end, you two ended up falling asleep

- cuddling on the couch surrounded by the candies left because you weren’t very active this year

- but still had a great time

  Mark

 -This year mark wanted it different

-he didn’t only wanted to crave pumpkins or go trick or treating

-he needed a break from every exhausting activity because being and idol

-and well,,

-being mOrk

-he was tired and needed an escape from that solicitant lifestyle

-he surprised you one day with a small trip to an orchard outside of Seoul

-you were so excited because you knew the weather was going to be in your favor

-plus you knew mark was a nonconformist and he wanted to make the time spent w you very special

-like every time

-such a cutie oml pls-

-you two took the train till there,admiring the view from the empty cabin you were in

-he was holding you close and your hand all the time

- occasionally he kissed the top of it

-but you always turned to give him a quick peck on his sweet lips

-you liked to see him all giggly and shy,rubbing his hand behind his head

-when you arrived there,you were accompanied by a guide

-showing you around the orchard

-you were so excited while looking around,looking at the different colors of the apples

-mark grabbed two baskets and offered to help you pick few red and beautiful apples

-you were picking them and from time to time you felt mark’s gaze on your body and smiled

-while he was distracted, you snuck up behind him only to see him startle

-you giggled when he picked you up,spinning you around

-only to leave a sweet kiss on your nose and lips

-after the apple picking,you went to a café that was only few miles away from the orchard

-ate apples on the way because you were a bit tired and very hungry lol

-at this cute café,you two spent some time chatting and just staring at each other

-because you were both cute little hopeless romantics <333

 Haechan

 -Haechan was actually going to lazy around that day but nope

-you dragged him out of the bed

-telling him you want to crave pumpkins because otherwise

-you will bite his ass

-he gave you the most shocked look

-then managed to laugh

-“I wouldn’t mind,just bite the corner,,just a small bite”

-you rolled your eyes and puffed air from your nose pretending to get mad

-you walked out of the room and grabbed your coat and the car keys

-“yeah right then I’m going to buy the pumpkins myself”

-he came after you giggling and insisting it was a joke

-but you knew and were obvs trying not to smile

-he was a sucker for your pouty face so he loved pissing you off

-little cute shit

-you finally arrived at the local market and bought two big pumpkins

-so orange and tasty

-haechan took a tiny pumpkin and said he’s going to make it your child

-“haechan I’m not gonna shove a knife into our kid,don’t name it!”

-he knew if he names an object and something bad happens to it

-you get attached to it and get sad

-so in the end he didn’t name it but still got it home

-at home,you tried to look on pinterest for craving ideas

-and haechan laughed cause that was silly

-“cmon babe are you seriously looking that on the internet? Just do- *stabs the pumpkin in the middle and cuts out the lid* -this”

-he looks at you with a smile on his face and you just stand there

-bamboozled

-like “I’m really dating a gemini huh”

-you try to cut your pumpkin but the skin was too hard

-and managed to drop the knife out of your hands with a loud bump on the floor

-haechan literally jumped thinking you cut yourself but you were just standing there,,

-bbq sauce on your tidd-

-jk jk

-you were standing there looking at the guts spilled all over the floor

-you sighed but haechan gave you a hug

-“you clumsy baby,gotta be careful. Let me do it for you,,you just scoop what’s left from the inside”

-and you did as he said a bit disappointed that he took the hard work

-even tho you wanted to show him you don’t need help

-but he knew you were an independent person anyway

-that’s what he loved about you actually

-after you were done with cravings,it was the tiny pumpkin’s turn to be cut

-you and haechan just turned to look at each other and he saw you giving him a trembling bottom lip

-“we can’t cut it baaabeee…” you whined

-“okay then just ..let’s draw a cool face on it,no harm”

-you agreed because obvs you couldn’t cut the child you had with him pff

-you took the marker and drew a caricature of your bf on it

-before showing it to him,you covered his eyes and suggested him to sit on the couch for few moments

-he was wondering what you were doing

-after a while you led him,eyes still closed,to the fireplace where you placed the pumpkins

-he opened his eyes and saw the tiny pumpkin standing between the bigger ones

-“see,these two are us and the tiny one is the kid”

-he gave you a look,his eyebrows rised but then laughed

-he hugged you and gave you a small kiss

-he then looked at the bigger pumpkins and stated nodding

-“damn we’re kinda ugly ngl”

taglist: @peachyhan​  --(who wants to be in the tag list,lmk!!)

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Speak Now | WILLEX

dear @calamitykaty​ - happy valentine’s day! i’m your secret valentine, and i hope you have a brilliant, lovely day!! i just wanted to say that i absolutely adore your fics hehe :3 this one is for you, i hope u like it, you wonderful human!!

& a million thanks & kudos to @screwunsaidemily​​ / @jatpsecretvalentine​ for organizing this!! happy valentine’s day, raegan! and i hope today is as amazing as you are!!

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PAIRING(s): Alex Mercer x Willie, Flynn x Carrie Wilson, Julie Molina x Luke Patterson, past!Alex Mercer x Luke Patterson

WARNING(s): nothing haha just some fluff and we stan bobby in this house.. oh and some language

WORDS: 3.85k

SUMMARY: With his boyfriend marrying Carrie Wilson (well, in his defence, that’s his grandmother’s ‘dying wish’), Willie fancies himself to be the main character of a Shakespearean tragedy. Based on Speak Now by Taylor Swift.

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     Willie exhales, watching his breath crystallize into tiny ice particles. He extends a hand to catch them, but that action causes the little cloud to dissipate.

  He rolls his eyes. Who has their wedding in Canada, in winter? Plus, not just on any day, but on Valentine’s Day.

  He fancies that he might as well be the main character of a Shakespearean tragedy. Watching your boyfriend get married is painful enough, but to a girl? That shit makes you feel as if your heart has a screw lodged in it. He feels as if he has the weight of the world on his shoulders.

  Willie likes to say that he hates Alex (i.e., the said boyfriend, the love, the light, the star of his life) – but that sentence leaves behind a bitter taste in his mouth, like he’s just had that weird cough syrup that his mother buys.

  Alex’s friends can definitely see through his act, like, right now.

  “Willie, relax! Everything’s gonna be alright!” Julie Molina, Alex’s bandmate, ‘unbiological sister’, and ‘best gossip partner’ exclaims. She is crouching beside him.

  “Julie, I’m not the type of guy to crash a wedding and sabotage it, especially one hosted by those…” His hand moves in circular motions, pointing to the direction of the church, where Alex’s parents are probably seated. 

  Luke Patterson, Julie’s boyfriend and Alex’s ex-boyfriend, and current best friend and bandmate pipes in. “Homophobic, racist mingers?”

  Willie grins. “Don’t know what that means but sounds accurate!”

  “You know, we are saving Alex’s life, right? Literally?” Bobby Wilson chimes in, Alex’s other best friend from his position behind them. They are currently hiding behind a table laden with sweets of all kinds, and it makes Reggie, the last of Alex’s best friend-cum-bandmates’ mouth water. 

  “I still can’t believe that his parents are forcing him to marry a girl!” Julie exclaims, ponytail bobbing as she speaks. Luke adds, “Not just any girl, but Carrie fucking Wilson.” 

  “My fucking cousin!” Bobby says, looking behind to check if anyone’s there. There is, but they’re all either part of the caterer’s group, or the waiters – they are currently outside a church, where the reception will be held, post wedding. The attendees, the families, everyone – are inside the church, for the wedding.

  “Hey, is Grandma Ruth really that sick?” Reggie finally asks, his eyes diverting from the sweets. Luke smiles sweetly at him. “I’m glad you finally decided to join us, Reginald.” 

  Reggie fails to catch the sarcasm in his tone, and he smiles brightly. Luke rolls his eyes, but a faint smile teases the corners of his lips. “Yeah, she really has stage four cancer.” 

  Julie says, “Poor Ruth.” 

  Luke huffs, “I don’t care that she’s dying – she shouldn’t fucking blackmail her grandson like that! Alex, honey, I’m dying. My dying wish, you ask? Marry someone. No, not your boyfriend of four years! Marry a girl, dummy. Homosexuality is a sin!” 

  Bobby adds, “Not just any girl, but your best friend’s cousin! Whose probably into Flynn, but, yeah, whatever.” 

  Julie smiles brightly at the mention of her best friend. “Oh, she definitely is.” 

  Reggie’s brows quirk. “I thought she was still into Nick.” 

  Bobby shakes his head. “They broke up last summer.” 

  Willie clears his throat, finally gaining some confidence. “He shouldn’t be marrying the wrong girl.” He exhales, and adds, as an afterthought, “Or any girl.” 

  “You two should be walking down the aisle, Willie.” Julie says, resting a hand on his shoulder. He nods, grateful for her support. 

  He remembers this morning, when he was at the grocery store, buying as many buckets of chocolate ice cream as he could fit in his arms. Suddenly, he had felt a warm hand wrap around the back of his throat, and he let out a yelp, dropping all the buckets. 

  He remembers thinking that the universe was against him. First, it’s the day of his boyfriend’s wedding, and along with that, someone’s here to kill him. Well, he thought, it’s better to die than – 

  “Willie!” A familiar voice exclaimed, and of course, it’s Julie – he realized that the hand that he thought was here to murder him, belonged to her. She was dressed in a long, pink, A-Line dress, that complimented her skin tone perfectly and – suddenly, Willie understood that it was a bridesmaid’s dress. Yep, she’s Carrie’s bridesmaid, along with Flynn. 

  Willie wondered if she was here to rub salt on his wound. 

  “What do you want?” He had mumbled, averting his gaze from her dress. Sure, it’s a pretty dress, but it reminds him of Alex, because he has a hoodie that he adores in the same colour. (It’s in Willie’s closet now, and he makes a mental note to burn it.) 

  “We have a plan.” She said, conspiratorially. 

  Willie sighed, leaning down to pick up the fallen containers of ice cream. “I’m not in the mood, Jules.” 

  She grinned, evilly. Or as evilly as you could while having an angelic face. 

  Sure, it took her a while to convince him to crash his boyfriend’s wedding, but on the way here, he felt as if it was worth it. Julie helped sneak him in, since he doesn’t have an invite – and he found the rest of Alex’s friends – Luke, Reggie, and Bobby waiting for him. 

  Now, as Carrie’s family emerges from the church doors, he doesn’t feel that way anymore. 

  “God, I think I’m gonna throw up just by looking at them.” Luke murmurs, while Julie slaps his shoulder. “Don’t say that, they look very… colourful.” 

  Bobby snorts. 

  Carrie’s family includes her parents, two of her cousin sisters and an aunt – and they are all dressed in pastel yellow. To be really honest, that colour looks like vomit. They stand in a circle in front of the church doors, and Willie notices her aunt rolling her eyes at the waiters. He sighs. This is the same aunt who told Carrie that ‘oh, honey, it’s just a phase’, when she came out as bisexual. 

  “Guys, guys, guys!” 

  Willie sees his cousin, Flynn, running in their direction, and stopping at their table. She huffs, catching her breath and he notices that she’s wearing the same dress that Julie is. 

  “Carrie is losing her shit, dude.” She says, once she’s breathing normally again. “Why?” Julie asks, concerned. 

  “Probably because she doesn’t wanna marry Alex? I don’t know, but she yelled at me for eating!” She exclaims, an annoyed expression taking over her face. 

  Willie and Bobby exchange a look – they all know that Carrie can get a little intense sometimes – she doesn’t mean harm, but on a day like this, you can’t really hold it against her. 

  “Where is she?” Julie asks, alarmed. 

  “She’s in the back. Her mom misplaced her veil, and its total chaos out there. Also, her gown looks like a fucking pastry.” 

  Everyone’s eyes widen, and Flynn sighs, looking away. “I hate everything.” 

  Willie knows that she’s feeling just the way he is. 

  Julie stands up. “Come on, let’s help her. And boys?” She points a finger in their direction. “Stick to the fucking plan.” 

  Everyone nods rapidly, and Reggie whispers, “Yes, mam.” 

  She kisses Luke, whispering something in his ear, and squeezes Willie’s shoulder, giving him a sympathetic look, before running off in the opposite direction with Flynn. 

  Watching Julie and Luke, Willie is suddenly overpowered by a memory, a memory that was gathering dust in his brain. He remembers a cold, dark winter morning in their – his and Alex’s – apartment. It was last year, and their first morning in that apartment, in their home. They were nineteen and couldn’t get enough of each other – even after three years of being together. Somehow, somewhere they felt as if an invisible string was pulling them closer and closer, until they merged into one. 

  He remembers Alex combing his fingers through Willie’s hair, and whispering, “Is it crazy if I say that this is everything that I’ve ever wanted in life?” 

  He had smiled, eyes filled to the brim with euphoria. “No, then that would mean that I’m crazy.” 

  “We’re both crazy.” 

  “Maybe.” He had pulled him closer, loving the way Alex buried his face in the crook of his neck. 

  “Willie?” Alex softly asked, drawing patterns on his bare skin. 

  “Hmm?” 

  “I want to wake up next to you every single day. Like, I don’t ever wanna be without you,” 

  “Me, too.” He had said, then adding, “I don’t see myself marrying if not you.” 

  He could feel his boyfriend’s grin. “Not gonna lie, I’ve thought about it. A little.” 

  “A little?” 

  “Okay, I’ve planned it all out.” They both laughed, and Willie felt as if he was flying. 

  Alex continued, “I imagine us getting married on a beautiful summer day – on the beach. Where we met all those years ago. Remember?” 

  Willie smiled. “How could I forget? I will love Flynn forever for bringing me to Julie’s sweet sixteen – I never thought that I’d meet my soulmate that day.” 

  “Yeah. I imagine Luke to be my best man, and Flynn to be yours. Julie and Carrie would be our groomsmaids, yep, I invented that – and Reggie and Bobby could be the other best men. It’s a little messy, because I love them all so much and I can’t choose – but yeah.” 

  “Funny that your ex-boyfriend will be your best man at our wedding.” 

  “Shut up, Willie.” 

  “Carlos could be the ring bearer.” 

  “I think he’s a little too old for that.” 

  “Well, you have a point. But he’s gonna be pissed if he doesn’t get a title like his sister does.” 

  “All right, he’ll be the ring bearer.” 

  “We could have a skateboard shaped cake.” 

  “We will… think about it.” 

  “And we won’t need a band!” 

  “I’m not playing at my own wedding!” 

  “Well, Bobby could take your place. I’m sure he won’t mind taking a day off his solo touring.” 

  “Yeah, that sounds nice.” 

  As they went over every possibility, every dream, the world melted away and all Willie could see were the oceans in Alex’s eyes. 

  Luke’s voice dissipates the haze of nostalgia around Willie’s brain. “Yep, Carrie’s family went inside.” 

  Bobby nods. “Okay, Willie, you stay with Reggie and Luke – I’ll go inside first and distract everyone, and y’all will come at my signal.” With that, he runs towards the church. 

  “Uh… what is his signal…” Willie trails off. Luke and Reggie exchange a panicked look, as Reggie says, “I’m sure we’ll figure it out! Besides – oh my god, are those flamingos?” 

  Willie and Luke’s eyes dart to the church door, where a bunch of flamingos – Carrie’s favorite bird, apparently – are on the loose and the waiters and the staff are running around trying to catch them. 

  “Boys, I think that’s our signal.” Luke says, grabbing their hands and dragging them towards the back of the church, where the girls had previously disappeared into. 

  Luke sneezes, and Willie absentmindedly whispers a ‘bless you.’ He shifts, saying, “There’s so much dirt here! It’s like nobody cares about my allergies!” 

  “I’m sure nobody in Canada will ever care about your allergies, Patterson.” Flynn hisses.

  The trio are currently hiding behind a curtain, the lilac shades sickening them. “Well, you wouldn’t be in this position if Alex’s lovely bride-to-be didn’t uninvite me!” Willie exclaims, looking around to make sure nobody is nearby. 

  “I’m sure she has a very good reason!” Flynn says, and Luke rolls his eyes, saying, “You’re saying that as if you don’t know Carrie. She’s hyper fixating on this wedding to distract herself from the fact that her parents will never accept her for who she is, from her fear about the fact that she’ll never get someone who sees and loves her for who she is and right now, she believes that this wedding would gain her parents’ favour, that somehow they’d be okay with her being bisexual if she’s married a man, a gay man at that, too – and now she’s doing everything in her power to make sure nothing gets fucked up.” 

  Willie and Flynn sharply look at Luke. 

  “Dude, that was deep.” He whispers. Flynn dabs the corner of her right eye. “You should be a therapist, bro.” 

  “I know, bro.” He grins. 

  Willie can’t stop a smile from breaking out on his face. He turns back to the scene in front of him, and his heart seizes because there’s Alex, dressed in a perfect tuxedo, with his hair perfectly done, with a perfect smile on his face, and Willie realizes that that is not the man he loves. 

  The man standing in front of him looks too pristine, too immaculate. It’s almost as if he is being strung up by invisible puppet strings, but his face doesn’t give away any of that – it’s absolutely blank, and Willie would have thought that the man in the front is not real if he hadn’t seen his eyes. His eyes, which houses cyclones, cyclones being fed by the apprehension, the fear, the anger, the sadness that he must be feeling inside. His eyes, that Willie loves to see first thing in the morning, showing off the parts of his soul that he is desperately trying to shield. 

  Willie wonders if he’ll see him standing behind the curtains. He probably won’t. Willie’s at the back of the room, and he’s at the front, waiting, waiting, waiting. For a moment, Willie wonders if Carrie is going to show up at all – because the wedding was supposed to start half an hour ago, and it doesn’t make sense why a person who has never been late in her entire life, would be late on her wedding day. 

  He doesn’t have to wonder long, though. The organ starts to play ‘Here Comes the Bride’, and honestly it sounds more like a death march. Willie is reminded, yet again, of another reason why this is not what Alex wants – he wants to play ‘Lover’ by Taylor Swift at his wedding. 

  Willie takes in a sharp breath when Carrie enters. She looks like a pageant queen – wearing a beautiful, white, classic dress. In one hand, she holds her dad’s arm, and in the other, there is a bouquet of daisies. 

  Flynn whispers. “I have to go. Boys, do not mess this up. Or I swear I’ll kill you.” 

  As the duo watch her run to the front of the room, Willie whispers, “Does she know about Carrie’s big, fat crush?” 

  Luke snorts. “You think so? Come on, let’s sit. They won’t be able to see us here.” 

  As they crouch down and make their way to the benches, Willie casts one last look at Alex, and he knows, he knows that Alex wishes it was Willie walking down the aisle instead.

     “Speak now, or forever hold your peace.” The preacher says, and Willie’s heart erupts into a frenzy. As the room goes completely silent, Luke whispers, “That’s your cue, Willie.” 

  Ignoring his anxiety, he stands up with his hands shaking, and his brain telling him to just fucking run out the doors. 

  Alex’s eyes widen, relief flooding his features, and for a moment, he looks like the real Alex again. Willie catches Julie and Flynn’s eyes, who are standing beside Carrie, and they nod at him, enthusiastically. But the bride, Carrie – she looks absolutely horrified. And so does all the other people in this room, including Alex’s parents, his grandma Ruth, and Carrie’s parents, too. 

  From Alex’s right side, Reggie and Bobby give him encouraging looks, and finally, he averts his eyes back to the man he loves. 

  But he can’t say anything. He feels as if he’s frozen in time, and his mind completely blanks out. For a moment he wonders if this is his rock bottom. 

  But Luke comes to the rescue, thrusting a guitar in his hands, and breaking him out of his trance. “I remember you told me that you can always sing, even if the world was ending. So, I brought this along, as backup.” 

  It’s true. Music is a part of his soul, much like it is Alex’s. Music is what connected them in the first place, and music is what still keeps them connected now. 

  He positions the guitar, and notices that it’s Luke’s acoustic guitar. He strums it, and finally, his mind comes back to himself. He keeps his eyes trained on that of Alex, and he watches the storm of emotions in his irises. 

  “I am not the kind of guy, who should be rudely barging in on a white veiled occasion…” He sings, loving how Taylor Swift has written a song for every occasion.

  “But you are not the kind of boy, who should be marrying the wrong girl!” He sings and hears loud gasps around the room – he knows that people expected him to be in love with Carrie or something. 

  “Or any girl!” Reggie adds, and Alex grins, and that gives him the motivation to continue. 

  “So, don't say yes, run away now. I'll meet you when you're out of the church at the back door… Don't wait or say a single vow – You need to hear me out, and they said speak now!” 

  He drags the ‘now’ for as long as he can, because he knows that the silence that will follow will be excruciating. And it is. Alex just stares at him, an unreadable expression on his face. 

  Willie finally looks at Carrie, and when their eyes meet, she gives him an odd look. He half expected her to kill him, but the way she looks at him, it’s almost as if she’s relieved. 

  Alex clears his throat, the sound piercing through the silence of the room. Whispers arise, and Willie exchanges a look with Luke, who asks him, “You want me to dig you a hole to die?” 

  Before he can nod, Alex says, “Uh…” He fiddles with his hands, before finally saying, “Fuck it”, and untying his tie. His mother gasps, and his father stands up, but he raises a hand. 

  He locks eyes with Willie, and his world spins on its axis. 

  “You are not the kind of guy to be rudely barging in on a white veiled occasion…But I am not the kind of boy… who should be marrying the wrong girl… or any girl!” Alex sings in that raspy voice of his, and Willie feels his heart soar. He can’t help the grin from escaping on his face, and he knows that his eyes are what Julie calls, ‘heart eyes.’ Luke grabs the guitar from Willie’s hand and starts playing along. 

  “And you'll say let's run away now, and I'll meet you when I'm out of my tux at the back door,” 

  Alex walks down the aisle, but suddenly remembers something, or rather, someone. He turns around, locking eyes with Carrie, and Willie can’t see what he’s saying, but Carrie smiles a big, soft one – one probably no one has ever seen on her face, and he sees her mouth ‘go.’ 

  “Baby, I didn't say my vows, so glad you were around; when they said speak now!” 

  He finishes, and stands in front of Willie, and Willie knows that the both of them can feel the air electrifying between them.   

  He turns, facing his grandmother. “Grandma, I’m sorry, but you’re 93, and I’m 20. I’m not going to give up my life for you to live. I love you, though. Mom, Dad, I’m truly sad that I’m not what you wanted. But I’m not gonna apologize for being myself, nor am I gonna apologize for loving who I want to. This is my life, and maybe it’s time that I start acting like it. I can’t keep wasting my life to please you. You – you should love me for who I am, that’s what good parents do.” Alex’s voice cracks, and Willie intertwines their fingers. Alex squeezes his hand. 

  Carrie’s mom stands up, shaking her head. “No, no, no… you do not get to ruin my daughter’s wedding –” 

  Alex’s father stands beside her, his face matching the shade of Carrie’s red lipstick. “I will not accept this –” 

  “Will?” Alex whispers, his eyes trained on his father. 

  “Yeah?” 

  “Run.” 

  With that, Alex tightens his hold on Willie’s hand, and the both of them run down the aisle, and outside. Willie can hear an uproar behind him, but it fades to background noise behind the thump of his heart. 

  “That was so fucking romantic!” Alex exclaims, as they come to a stop before Willie’s car. 

  “I just…” 

  “Wait – I’m sorry, Willie. I shouldn’t have put you through that. I should’ve fought more; I should’ve run away or something. That was not okay. I’m a twenty-year-old adult, and I should – I should – learn to be it, and not hurt any – anyone –” 

  “Hey, hey, hey…” Willie says, stepping closer to Alex. “It’s alright. They’re your parents. It’s not your fault that you want their approval. But I just want you to know that I love you, all of you, for who you are. And all of us do – Luke, Julie, Bobby, Reggie, Flynn, and even Carrie. We all love you, for who you are, and we’re always gonna be by your side.” 

  He smiles, cupping Willie’s face. “Thank you. Thank you so much. I – I love you so fucking much.” He kisses Willie, and the latter feels like he is floating amongst the stars. 

  “That – everything inside – from this tux to the decorations was horrible. I’m really glad that you… you know, stopped it.” Alex says, rubbing his thumb around Willie’s cheek. 

  He shrugs. “Well, it was your friends’ idea.” 

  “Of course it was.” 

  “Guys! Guys, guys, guys!” 

  Willie and Alex break out of their embrace at Carrie’s voice, who is currently running towards them, her dress bunched in her hands. Flynn is following her, holding her veil in her arms. Julie, Luke, Bobby, and Reggie are behind them, and they all have a look of panic plastered on their faces. 

  Flynn yells. “Carrie might’ve told your and her parents to fuck off, and your grandma to just die already, and so there’s a fair chance that we’re all gonna get killed, now that everyone knows that we’re all behind this.” 

  “Also, I threw red wine at our aunt’s dress, Carrie!” Bobby yells. 

  “I might have told your parents that they’re failures, and Julie and I are your real parents, Alex!” Luke yells. 

  “Also, Flynn and I are getting married!” Carrie yells. 

  Alex’s eyes widen, and he looks at Willie. “I think we all need to run.” 

  Willie nods, and he looks around. Maybe they will get killed (probably not), and maybe everything is a little crazy right now – but what he knows is that all of them are a family, and that he’d do anything for them. He also knows that Alex is worth everything, and that someday, they will get married, just the way they want, with the people that love them just the way they are. 

  Plus, is it weird to say that he kind of feels like Taylor Swift right now?

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Name: Gina Sasaki

Age: 16-17

Birthday: December 2nd 

Height: 5′6

Weight: 121 lbs

Talent: Ultimate (Super High School Level) Philanthropist/Humanitarian 

Friends: Hajime, Chiaki, Mikan, Ibuki, Sonia, and Kazuichi 

S/O: Nagito 

Appearance: Gina has long brown hair that is faded somewhat pink at the ends, and blue eyes. Her hair is curled at the ends and she has side bangs that are clipped back by a pink carnation barrette. She usually wears a short Prussian blue shirtdress with a black sparkly tie underneath a black denim jacket with gold buttons, black sheer tights, and white heeled boots that reaches her mid-calf. After her and Nagito start to date, she is seen wearing a lot of jewelry he has gifted her, as well as swapping her jacket for his to wear :)

Personality: Just like what Nagito says and in her talent name, Gina is the literal embodiment of hope! She carries a cheerful and mature attitude wherever she goes, brightening the room she was just in and the corridor she was walking through. She is described as an older sister figure, both for her caring nature and compassionate heart. She was called “Onee-san” by some kids in Hope Peak’s elementary and the orphanages she worked at. She is very experienced with kids, due to her working often as local orphanages, daycares, and schools. She adores children and seeking a good future for others. Because of her desire to spread hope to despairing parts of the world, she is seen as an optimist most the time and has high expectations for what the future will hold with her help. Sonia even describes her as having “a very bright attitude and heart of gold” and Nagito calls her “His angel of hope”. She’s confident in her skills, seeing the impact she has had on others. However, because of her claimed ‘big sister’ figure, she also has quite a reputation for being a bit nosy, meddlesome, and being too immersed in her work, she will forget to take care of herself. She is also extremely helpful, even if the person in need is a total stranger

Strengths: Helpful, supportive, caring, compassionate, patient, mature, relaxed, optimistic, cheerful, and confident 

Weaknesses: Meddlesome, a picky eater (some even call her a ‘churro snob’) can forget to take care of herself, a bit navie, her expectations can be a bit too high, and her happy-go-lucky attitude can be inappropriate at times

Hobbies and Interests: Working at charities, promoting fundraisers, donating money and time, volunteering, playing soccer, baking (churros are her favorite), and reading 

Family: Haruka Sasaki (Mother) and Daisuke Sasaki (Half older brother). Her father is unknown 

Backstory: Before Gina was born, her mother was a Japanese tourist that loved to travel around the world. One day, she visited Spain where she met a handsome and charming man. It was on Haruka’s last night visiting Barcelona where they hooked up and performed unsafe sex. Haruka left Spain the next day, unaware that hookup had gotten her pregnant. Even after Haruka learned she was pregnant and put the puzzle pieces together that it was from her hookup back in Spain, she didn’t care. She loved her future daughter and would give her the best life she would. And, if you haven’t figured it out, yes: That was also how Gina’s older half brother came into the picture--Daisuke was also the result of a hookup Haruka had years ago. As a result, Daisuke was half American and Gina was half Spanish. Daisuke was around five years old when his sister was born 

Gina was raised in a typical household, minus a dad. But that didn’t bother her, since she had her mother (The former SHSL Pediatrician) and her older brother who was kinda like a father figure (The former SHSL Veterinarian). Since bother her mother and older brother were alumni of Hope Peak’s academy, everyone expected Gina to carry the family tradition and enroll in the institute too. Which is exactly what she did, applying with the title “Ultimate Philanthropist”! Gina was already involved in many charities and organizations prior to applying, so she had several references to back up her almost inhumane amounts of creditable sources

Her love for bettering the lives of the less fortunate started when she was around five years old, when she made a visit to the veterinarian office her brother was volunteering at. The patients and Daisuke himself was impressed with her comforting skills, managing to put the animals at ease with just a few reassuring words and head pats. Gina also displayed an identical charm towards the little kids at her mother’s doctor’s office, where she made the once scared toddlers and babies feel at ease and comfortable. She tells Hajime in her free-time events that taking care of others and comforting them came naturally to her. She also informs him that she doesn’t understand how heartless people could be, hearing the stories that landed kids into orphanages/foster care. It was then her family noticed her talent emerging and shining through her--she was born to be a humanitarian! Because of her gift, her mother decided to put it to use and take it one step further: Her, Daisuke, and Gina started to sign her up for as many charities and fundraisers they could find. Overtime, with hard-work and dedication, Gina became a well-known philanthropist, earning a slight fame reputation for her awing actions. She was accepted into the academy, due to these references, where she met her friends, and of course, her beloved Nagito

Cool headcanons! 

-She considers Sonia her best friend and is usually the one teaching her Japanese customs and idioms so she could learn more figurative saying and metaphors

-She once hosted a charity event featuring Hiyoko’s dancing. Because of this, Hiyoko doesn’t really pick on her that much but still drops a subtle “Priss” or “Goody-goody”. Though, it’s clear her insults aren’t as hurtful as the one she uses with others 

-She once pulled a prank on Hajime with Nagito and bedazzled his tie when he was taking a nap. When Hajime woke up, he freaked out while Gina and Nagito laughed and high fived each other. When Hajime noticed them he scolded them, but Nagito blushed and said “I’m so sorry, Hajime. But Gina asked me to help her. And you know I’d do anything for my hope” 

-For a fundraiser idea, Gina once suggested a car wash and enlisted Kazuichi to help her. She asked him with every washing she does, he would fix up the car mileage to make it run even faster and smoother as a little ‘surprise’. Ever since that day, they’ve been great friends 

-Chiaki keeps urging Gina to have a gaming fundraiser, which has been on Gina’s mind for quite a while 

-She has a collection of different flower shaped hair clips and keeps them in a heart shaped box

-She dry cleans her ties and even used her own glitter gun to make her black tie sparkly (and prank Hajime) 

-She helps Mikan restock the infirmary with medications and even aids her when treating her patients, due to her medical knowledge from her mother and big brother

-Even though she never met her father before, she still immerses herself in Spanish culture so on the faithful day she will met him, they can easily bond

-Sonia taught her Spanish when Gina told her about her plan to meet her father one day 

-Churros are Gina’s favorite food! She learned how to bake them at a young age while studying Spanish culture and even makes chocolate/caramel syrup to go along with them

-She plays soccer in her free time so she has an excuse to eat more churros 

-She loves to read comic books too and has a whole collection of them underneath her bed. If you were to look at the pages of some of them, there’s grease/chocolate smudges from when she was snacking on churros while reading them 

And.........

Name: Yukari Nakamura

Age: 16-17

Birthday: January 12th 

Height: 5′4

Weight: 119 lbs

Talent: Ultimate Chess Master

Friends: Shuichi, Kaede, Miu, Angie, Tenko, and Rantaro

S/O: Kokichi 

Appearance: Yukari has long, straight platinum blond hair topped off with a black ribbon headband and red eyes. She usually wears a black button up blouse with short puff sleeves, a short white pleated skirt, and black ankle boots. She also wears a black choker, black short gloves, and silver chess earrings (one being the king pawn and the other being the queen) 

Personality: At first glance, Yukari comes off as arrogant, loud, and rowdy. As the Ultimate Chess Master, many people would expect her to be refined, sophisticated, and formal. Unlike the high expectations everyone had for her, Yukari doesn’t care about what others think of her, and only cares takes in her own opinions and (very much after they start to date) Kokichi’s. Yukari refers to herself as “The awesome me” or “Ore-Sama”, even having what Kaito calls an “out of this world ego”. Maki even rolls her eyes every time Yukari praises herself and mutters “She gets too excited about everything” and “90% of what she says is just feeding her ego”. While Yukari may seem unruly, noisy, and prideful at first, she also as a whimsical and playful side to her. She takes great pleasure in doing goofy, and slightly childish things, other than chess, whether it would be pulling pranks with Kokichi, playing video games, watching cartoons, or playing laser tag. She even states that chess is the only ‘mature’ thing about her and she absolutely hates it. Not the game, but the association it has with being ‘elegant and civilized”. She believes that she should be able to like whatever ‘the awesome me’ wants without people judging her solely on that hobby. Like Kokichi, she also states that when people grow up, they shouldn’t lose their childish side, which is very well seen with her. Even though Yukari is brash, fanciful, mischievous, beneath that cocky exterior lies a diligent, hard-working girl that cares deeply about her loved ones. You can even say she’s the “Kirigiri/Nanami” of the trials 

Strengths: Intelligent, tenacious, crafty, clever, quirky, confident, energetic, surprisingly caring, and cheerful

Weaknesses: Arrogant, conceited, can come off as rude at points, unrestrained, chaotic, devious, her ‘cheerfulness’ can be inappropriate at times

Hobbies and Interests: Playing chess, planing pranks, laser tag, watching anime, reading manga, playing board/video games, eating/stashing candy, just vibing and having a good time

Family: Natasha Ivanov (Mother) and Karma Nakamura 

Backstory: Like Gina, Yukari is mixed race. Her father’s side is Japanese, but her mother is from Russian decent. She was raised in a decent, upper-class family. Her mother worked as a business woman that started her company back in Moscow, Russia. However, she met Karma on a business trip to Tokyo and fell in love with him. She decided, in order to continue her job and be with her love, she would set up a Japanese branch of her company and make do with several business trips back to Russia and her new home in Tokyo. Because of this, Yukari never spent much time with her mother, since Natasha was almost always out on business trips. This left Yukari with her father, who was very strict with her. He punished Yukari severely for the littlest things, watched her like a hawk to the brink of not giving her any privacy, and made helicopter parents look laid-back in comparison to his overbearing nature. He expected Yukari to take over her mother’s business, and because she was the heiress he wanted a 'perfect daughter’--no mistakes, no flaws, no slip-ups, no exceptions!

Yukari was homeschooled for most of her life, tutors coming in one by one to educate Yukari. She tells Shuichi during her free-time events that she once heard her father giving her tutor permission to physically abuse her if she got below a 98% on her home tests. She also explains that chess was the one game she was allowed to play, since her father deemed it ‘sophisticated enough’. She explains during rare times when her mother was back in Tokyo, they would enjoy a friendly game of chess over tea. Yukari even stated that she enjoyed the game, especially playing it with her mother. However, if Yukari lost a game to her father, he would yell and lecture her, making her reread the entire rule book, cover to cover. She states that even though her father was cruel, he was kind of the reason why she was extremely good at chess

Yukari was isolated from other kids, not knowing that abuse wasn’t normal. She thought that all kids go through the kind of traumatic and harsh treatment she went through. Because of this, she hid her insecurities underneath her arrogant and egotistical persona. She was given the message “Showing weaknesses are bad” so she decided to project nothing but confidence--even if it meant going overboard like she mainly does. She also loves childish things due to her lack of childhood fun and games. She was raised to be a robot, basically. It wasn’t until she was accepted into the Ultimate academy for Gifted Juveniles where she made friends and she learned that they were allowed to watch cartoons, play video games, and sports. She was speechless. She secretly started to join her friends for all the festivities they invited her to learn and join in on, never telling her father. They even started to help her hide manga and movie DVD’s from him. The father she knew was downright abusive towards her. Yukari still secretly struggles with her own self-esteem, wanting to be perfect. She also keeps meeting up with her friends, learning what fun is and embracing a childish side, as well as a rebellious one she picked up. Even though she has to face her father at home, she now knows that he cannot take away who she really is deep down

Cool headcanons!

-Even though Kokichi LOVES to prank her, the pranks he pulls on her are pretty harmless because he will NEVER want to hurt his queen 

-Oh, and yes, Kokichi calls Yukari “The Supreme Leader’s queen” as well as his ‘partner in crime’ when plotting pranks on the others with her 

-Some nights, they’ll sneak into Shuichi’s house and scare him by blowing an airhorn next to his ear when he’s watching TV or reading a book 

-Kokichi loves to buy Yukari chocolates shaped like chess pieces in a chess themed box 

-Yukari always challenges Kiibo to a game of chess to see who would win, but every time they played together, they never finished. Either Kokichi or Miu interrupted

-Yukari is surprisingly a studyholic. She is in the same honor class as Tsumigi and strives for straight A’s 

-She once challenged Maki to a game, just wanting to win to brag in her face. Though, Maki declined

-When Yukari offered a game a second time Maki asked her “Do you want to die?” which Yukari smiled and replied “No, but thanks of the offer” (if anyone gets that reference, I love you :))

-Yukari is fond of cute things, like kittens and rabbits. She use to have a Turkish Van as a pet, but it died shortly after Yukari got accepted into Hope Peaks

-She once got into a fight with Kokichi when he pulled a ‘cheating prank’ on her. Yukari sought comfort with Tenko and Angie, pouring her heart out towards her friends. When Kokichi came and tried to apologize, Tenko was ready to whoop his ass (Best girl=Tenko :))

-Kokichi bought them matching capes, hats, and even a scarf so everyone knows that she’s his and only his 

-In the relationship, both of them seem to be the dominant. However, in bed, Yukari is DEF the top ;)

-People don’t usually mess with Yukari cause she’s loud and rowdy, so they’re usually just annoyed and rolls their eyes. However, if anyone ANYONE messes with her anyways, Kokichi will not hesitate to send DICE on their ass 

[peachesncreampies]

The Fandoms, Organized + Requesting rules.

Keep in mind that this list will be editted, as I enter and exit fandoms. Thank you for understanding. Also keep in mind that thirst posts will not be made about minors, and if a character is minor in cannon, they are automatically aged up, but’ll specify in the ask anyhow.

Anime:

Magi labryinth of magic

One punch man (not up to date on the manga... please put spoiler warnings past garou beating up tank top master... thanks)

Boku no hero academia (on season four)

Samurai Champloo

Full metal alchemist/Full metal alchemist brotherhood

Ouran HIghschool Host Club

Kamisama Kiss (I’m rewatching it, I haven’t seen it in two years)

Bungou Stray Dogs

Kakuriyo: Bed and Breakfast for Spirits (please thirst with me over this... it’s so good)

Avatar series:

avatar the last airbender

legends of korra

the rise of kyoshi (I HAVEN’T READ THE SEQUAL NO SPOILERS)

Super heros:

Marvel

DC

Dreadnought series (kinda rusty so I’ll have to look stuff up but pls slide into my ask box about this series)

Rules

I’ll take no more the 5 letters from the alphabet prompt list for a character.

Please only request one character at a time, unless you want a list of like, most to least likely to do X,Y, or Z

I do NSFW

I do Yandere

If the NSFW and the yandere cross over put a trigger warning in the ask. it goes below the cut no if ands or buts

I’m nasty but no underage, no incest or no gore

don’t ask about mental health stuff, like eating disorders or self-harming as those are triggers for some people

but like you can ask stuff like how would character X help out a S/O with ADHD, or like a S/O that stims

Only one written out prompt at a time

I’d rather have 10 small asks from the same person than one really long one, so don’t feel bad

YOU ARE ABSOLUTELY ALLOWED TO THIRST IN MY ASK BOX. I HAVE ANON ON FOR A REASON. PLEASE ACTUALLY

Or fluff, fluff is fine too

Or if you wanna thirst privately you can message me. My DMS can be your confession booth 

I’ll literally write for anyone except pig god (I learned the hard way I’m so sorry)

If you ask me to write for a douche-bag character or thirst about amai mask I will make fun of you

I'm only accepting match upscon Mondays. If you send it any other datu of the as of 9/11/2020 it gets deleted. Not sorry

[creativeskullcreations]

Outside chapter 14: Oh No Here We Go

And here it is, chapter 14! I hope you enjoyed it, I enjoyed writing it.

And for all y'all who are worried about Scout, then don't! Nobody's going to die.

Yet.

(Feel free to yell at me now in the comments. :D)

Also I’ve been thinking about reopening my Patreon! Keep an eye on this blog for news about that.

An elevator ride after a terrifying trip through a human meat locker, black clothed bodies hanging from hooks like something out of a horror movie. Which, Stacy supposed this was, technically. It certainly felt like one, and had all the trappings of one. Which made her the surely doomed to die protagonist, should she fail.

 She listened to Scout ramble, nodding where applicable. Yes, Stacy was sure they could make it out if they just tried. Yes, the "Host World" was generally a good place, though it was a bit more nuanced than just good or bad.

 "Maybe, if we survive this, and that's a colossal IF, I could fit in out there, in your world. I know I'm a Puppet, but do you think that's possible?"

 Stacy thought for a moment, then nodded. Even if Scout couldn't fit into the world at large, Stacy would make sure she could fit in with her and her friends.

 "Liar. I don't fit in at all, do I?"

 Stacy stared at the little Puppet, confusion growing. How did she know if she fit in or not? Will, Mason, and Lisa all liked her. Hell, even Sammy liked her, once he got over the talking Puppet thing.

 "You should have just played the proper Host and died when you were supposed to." Scout told her coldly. "Then you'd still have both your arms."

 But she did have both her

 Her left arm, the one Scout was attached to, fell off. Pinkish stuffing dripped from the would as the limb dropped in slow motion towards the floor. When it hit, the floor fell apart, leaving Stacy floating as Scout fell towards the void.

 A second later, a large blue mitten hand pinned her against the wall, a much larger Scout rising up after it as the lighting turned flame colored. The Puppet loomed over her as Stacy struggled against the hand. Her hood vanished, but her mouth remained stitched, leaving her frustratingly voiceless.

 "You should've been better Stacy! Then we wouldn't be in this mess!" The Puppet told the Host. "Then maybe I wouldn't be dying! I'd have everything I'd need! I'd have been accepted by my own kind!"

 Stacy struggled, but was pushed up tighter against the wall that wasn't there, chest burning from the pain. The Puppet balled her other hand up in a fist, and the Host watched as it zoomed down to meet her

Stacy woke up with a start, feeling sticky with sweat and way too alert. Adrenaline rushed through her veins, making her feel shaky. And she knew she would feel exhausted when it faded out.

Beside her, Will barely stirred, still caught in the throes of sleep. A glance at the clocked showed it was almost four AM. A glance at the windows showed they were rain-splattered, though whatever storm had been going on seemed to have long since stopped.

'Geez. It's been a while since I was up this early...' She got up and made her way to the bathroom, not even bothering to flip on a light. She remembered too late she only had one arm, but was eventually able to do her business and wash up.  She went to the kitchen left, intending to grab some water, but was stopped by a noise from the direction of the living room. A glance showed only the open window, which she quickly closed.

'Forgot I left that open.' She yawned, the jumped when there was another noise from outside. 'Damn strays.' She made her way back to the bedroom, flopping onto the bed. She curled up on top of the sheets and faded back into sleep.

Scout had stayed silent when the window suddenly closed behind her, laying flat against rock she'd landed on. She'd had a sudden urge to speak up when her Host had approached the window, a lie already coming to mind "I was just looking and fell out! Let me back in!". But then her window of opportunity had closed, literally, and she was alone outside.

"Ok Scout, no going back now." She told herself as she dropped off the rock and onto the damp grass. "Oh, ew!" She pulled herself upright, then focused on the lot across the street. She'd never made such a large Jump before, but she was sure she could make it.

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Stacy woke up again at a much less insulting time, one where the sun was already up. Will was also already up, and she could smell the pancakes from the kitchen as she got up and got dressed. She went out to the kitchen and gave an loud, overblown sigh. "Wiiiiiiiiiill." She drawled out as she flopped onto the table like an over-dramatic teenager.

"Set the table or you get nothing." He told her, not even turning from the stove. He placed another one onto the stack beside him, steam wafting up from them.

"Fair." She got up from where she'd sprawled across the table and grabbed the plates from the cupboard. She set three places at the table, using a smaller one for Scout. She then went and got the syrup and put it into the microwave. "Hey, have you seen Scout? I think she might want to try the pancakes." She asked as she watched the bottle spin.

"Nope." Will told her, finally finished cooking. He put the pile in the middle of the table, on the pot holder she'd put down for it.. "Haven't seen her since last night."

"Aw." She pouted slightly, putting the syrup on another pot holder. "I was hoping she'd want some pancakes. She loved my french toast, after all."

"Satan himself would love your french toast." He agreed as they sat down and started grabbing the cakes. "She's probably still sleeping or something. I bet we'll find her later, while we're unpacking."

"I guess..." It wasn't that unusual, considering the Puppet had stayed in hiding for the past couple of days. Still, Stacy would definitely feel better if she knew where Scout was. Especially with the uncomfortable pit in her stomach growing bigger with every bite she took.

Oh, wait. That was nausea. She rushed to the sink, and vomited her just eaten breakfast, ending with a disappointed groan. "My pancakes..."

"Well shit." Will said, moving to help her as she leaned heavily against the counter. "Maybe you should take it easy today. You might've pushed it too hard. I can finish unpacking by myself."

"But I wanna help." She coughed, then rinsed her mouth. She accepted an offered paper towel, wiping her mouth as Will guided her to the couch.

"Yeah, no. You aren't helping today. Or tomorrow. You get to lay there and watch Netflix." Will told her, and she groaned, but complied, laying down on her side while he set it up.

"Fine. But if you find Scout, bring her over here, yeah?"

"Sure, babe." He said, handing her the remote and then turning to grab an unopened, unlabeled box. Stacy laid there, listening to him rummage and put stuff in places, and feeling oddly at peace despite being sick. But even then, she still worried about Scout. And, as the hours passed, and the Puppet never showed up, she only became more worried.

Eventually, while Will was in the kitchen, she got up to look for her. Under the couch, in the TV stand, and even in the bedroom under the bed, but Stacy couldn't find her. Eventually, Will caught her digging through the closet.

"Uuuuh, what are you doing?" He asked, holding onto two plates of leftovers. Stacy didn't look up, tossing yet more shoes over by the bed.

"Scout! I haven't been able to find her anywhere!" She told him, pulling and then shoving a box out of the way. "She's not under anything, or in the TV stand! So I'm checking this closet, and then the closet you keep the vacuum in."

Will stared, then went to put the food on the table. When he came back into the bedroom, Stacy had finished cleaning out the floor of their closet and was just standing up. He grabbed her arm as she tried to go past him, and practically dragged her to the table. "You sit here and try to eat something, I'll check the cleaning closet. You're just going to get hurt otherwise."

"No, I can do it myself!" She insisted, but he forced her to sit down.

"You have one hand, babe! And there's some heavy shit in there. So no, I'm going to do it." And with that he went to look in the closet, while Stacy stayed and picked at her food. Unable, and unwilling, to try and force something down, she instead went to watch Will.

She stood behind him, trying to see around him as he carefully pulled things out of the closet and set them to the side. He checked inside of anything that the Puppet could be hiding in, not wanting to miss her. But to his dismay and Stacy's mounting stress, she wasn't there.

While Stacy panicked, Will got a notebook and a pen, and then wrote down where they'd already searched.

"Okay so the couch, TV stand, bed, both closets..." He muttered as he scrawled the places down, then paused, trying to think if there was anywhere else the Puppet could've hidden. "Did you look anywhere else, Stacy?"

"No, nowhere else." She muttered as she paced back and forth in front of him. "Where else could we look? The basement's always locked, there's no other place she could hide under..." She stopped, face scrunched up in thought before suddenly shrieking. "Outside! She told me to leave a window open last night and she went outside!"

Will stared at her. "Did you take your meds this morning?"

"No, Will. I puked and couldn't eat, remember?" She told him, suddenly calm again. Will just sighed heavily.

"Go eat, take your meds, and then we'll go look for your Puppet. She doesn't have any legs, so she can't have gotten too far away."

"Fine..." She grumbled, heading into the kitchen. While she did that, Will quickly shoved everything back into the closet, intending to organize it later. Moments later he heard retching, and sighed.

"What could be causing that?" He wondered. "She seems fine otherwise."

Stacy came out a minute later, coughing and wiping her mouth. "Puked again. Can't take meds." She croaked out. Will just nodded.

"Yeah, okay Babe. Try again when we get back." He told her as he grabbed a flashlight and put on his shoes. Stacy followed as he went outside, looking around the yard and using the light to check under the house.

Stacy followed behind him, shifting through the piles of sticks and looking in the trash cans, in case she'd gotten stuck. But, no matter where they looked, Scout was nowhere to be found.

"Do you think she could've gotten out of the yard?" Stacy asked, peering down the street. Will sighed, brushing the dirt off his pants.

"Maybe, but I don't see a point to it. Where would she even go? Mason and Lisa's place? She doesn't even know the way." He scoffed, but couldn't keep the worried tone out of his voice.

"Hmmm..." Stacy paused, thinking about it. There was something she could try, though she hadn't attempted it since they got out. She wasn't even sure it would work if they weren't attached. Still... "Will I'm going to try something. Catch me if I fall over."

"What?" But his voiced already sounded far away as she focused, closing her eyes and pushing with all her mental strength.

'Scout, where are you?

Reveal yourself!'

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Stacy's eyes opened in an alleyway, the smell of moldy food and alcohol choking the air. She sat up, looking around the area. It seemed familiar to her, though she couldn't pinpoint why just yet.

She crawled to the mouth of the alley, then looked up and around the area. To the right, was a familiar neon purple and blue sign, though she could no longer recognize the words on it. Still, the sign itself was confirmation enough.

'Beerly's. I can't believe she managed to get to Beerly's on her first try.' Stacy felt a sting of pride her chest, one that was quickly squashed by the sudden ice cold fear. The emotion was foreign, and caught her off guard as it quickly turned to a white hot rage.

'Oh fuck you.' Rang through her head as her surroundings faded into blackness.

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Stacy opened her eyes, Will's worried face the first thing she saw. Slowly, she became aware of laying on her back, head in his lap as he threw his head with loud, relieved sigh.

"Oh thank God." He muttered as she struggled to get back up. "I thought you'd fucking died!"

"Scout's at Beerly's!" Was all Stacy said, which gave him pause. He watched as she ran to the house to grab the car keys.

"Wait, how do you know that? Stacy? Stacy! How do you know that?!" He followed her inside, then back out as she ran to his car and opened the driver's side door.

"Get in! Get in and I'll tell you how I found out! But we have to hurry, she knows we know and she might move somewhere else!" She bounced in place as he took the keys, then scurried around to the passenger side.

Will sighed, but got in and started the car. There was every possibility the explanation was just more Voodoo Magic Bullshit, but he'd hear her out. If nothing else, at least they were going to get Scout back.

Fifteens minutes later they were almost at the liquor store and Stacy had finished her explanation. And it was, in fact, Voodoo Magic Bullshit. Will let out a sigh when she was done talking.

"That... wasn't in the document you showed me." He told her, and she looked away, rubbing her arm.

"Yeah well, that bit's kinda, y'know, more personal than the rest." She shrugged. "I think it was supposed to be the opposite way around, but something went wrong with the spell." '"Our psychic link's going haywire!" That's what Scout said back when I first did that. Must be really true, then.'

"Well, whatever it is, at least it's helpful." He squinted through the windshield, trying to look past the traffic. "Looks like we're nearly there. Maybe you should do it again and make sure she hasn't moved."

"Fine." Stacy leaned back and closed her eyes, focused once more on Find Scout and Make Scout. It was harder this time, like she was being fought against. But she pushed through the resistance, and let herself fill the Puppet body.

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Stacy opened her eyes, to be met with the sight of smelly black trash bags. She bit back a cry of disgust and shoved her way out from behind the pile, thankful for the muted sensations.

'Grossgrossgrossgrossgross' Was the mantra playing in her mind as she dug herself out. It was disgustingly slimy, and got all over her hands. 'Ew.' She shook them off, then wiped them on a fairly clean rag laying on the ground. It didn't get her completely clean, but it did help.

She looked around, noting with relief that it was the same alley as before. She knew Will wasn't that far away, maybe five minutes at most depending on the traffic. She was sure she could hold on for that long.

'Get the fuck out of my head!' A mental shove sent her tipping over, and she just barely caught herself before her head his the ground.

'No! We are bringing you home!' She insisted, starting the crawl to the mouth of the alley. If she could just keep Scout out in the open, Will would be able to spot them easily. At the very least, it'd give her less time to hide again if she managed to push Stacy out a second time.

'Out!' She could feel her mental grip slipping, but just doubled down. She dug herself in as deep as she dared,

'No! Make me!' She crawled faster, finding it difficult to move as her limbs jerked while Scout fought for control. Still, she managed to make progress, if only a few inches at a time.

'Host, I'm not playing around! I'm going to fucking kill you!' Scout sounded desperate, but Stacy kept up her journey. She was stronger, at least for now. And she could keep control until Will came and got them.

They reached the street with more arguing, the Puppet body swaying with each attempt Scout made to push her out. But each attempt was weaker than the last, which worried began to worry Stacy.

'Will's going to be here soon. He'll take us home, and we can fix everything.' She assured as they waited. She was as close to the mouth of the alley as she dared, with a large puddle separating them from the street. She just hoped they were close enough for Will to see.

'There's no fixing this.' The Puppet said, and Stacy had a sudden flash to when she was younger, crouched behind a pretty white gravestone, sleeping pills in hand. Wondering if it would hurt, or if it really would be just like going to sleep and never waking up.

'Scout...' She started, but was distracted by an approaching vehicle, and she looked to see whether it was Will. It was not, being a nice clean red rather than a beat up green-blue. She peered around the corner, just in case he was behind that one and saw another, wrong, one coming up.

'Oh shit. Stacy, move!' Scout's voice startled her, enough that she fell over as once again an attempt at regaining control was made. It didn't succeed, and Stacy sat up again with a scowl.

'Wh' The car zoomed, past hitting the puddle and splashing water over them. For half a second nothing happened, save for the disgust of now being made of wet fabric.

Then the flashlight in Scout's head exploded. That's all it could've been, Stacy had never felt such pain in her life as they collapsed and screamed. They jerked wildly on the ground and the electricity ran through their soaked body like they'd been tazed.

"Stacy? Stacy! Oh shit!"

[evien-stark]

✧I Need You✧  Chapter 191

Proposing to Tony had been a mistake.

It became increasingly clear after the moment had edged back and reality set in that proposing had been a mistake… because he was now over the moon. Overly eager. He wanted to tell everyone. Now. ASAP. Something he let you know over and over and over again. Even though the both of you had committed to a timeline of reveal before, now that he had a ring, everything was different. 

In literally every other way it had been a wonderful idea that you'd never regret a day in your life. ...and even in that one, it wasn’t so bad. He was happy. He was proud. He had a ring now. Something to show off. He was really settling into this idea of marriage. A family. A house that was getting more complete by the day on a large plot of land that belonged solely to the two of you. Not inherited, but chosen. Now he really knew he was going to get to be your husband. And from that moment in that candlelit bedroom, he’d been exuding such warmth. Such completeness. So completely ecstatic. 

...so how could you tell him no? How could you tell him to hide his ring away for that much longer? The plan had been to tell your families, at the very least, closer to the end of December. The holiday party he kept throwing at everyone. Trying to make sure they’d be there. But now he couldn’t wait. So you had to start making concessions. What could you do? 

The actual public outing still needed to be Valentine’s day, that much you were sure of. You wanted that grandiose cheesiness. God help you, but you kinda did. He was still amenable to that. But he had to tell someone, or he was going to explode. Maybe even literally. The holiday party was still a thing but- 

You realized you could tell the inner-circle part of your family a little earlier. Just to appease him. Make him happy. Let him let it out a little so that he could contain himself until December actually came and then eventually February of the new year. With that in mind you sent out invites for a cozy little gathering. A small dinner at the penthouse. Rhodey, Happy, and Pepper. The people you’d known before life had gotten so big and unbelievable.

They only seemed just a little suspicious, but you were able to ease their curiosities by telling them to not ask questions and just show up. The dinner was slated for the Monday night after Thanksgiving. Which was enough time, as the two of you returned from the mountains on Saturday. Sunday you were determined to play catchup with work, the small mountain that had piled on your desk- only up until four PM. Then you promised yourself (and Tony, who asked of course) that you’d get away from your office and do dinner planning instead.

Which was also work, but a different sort. You didn’t mind as much. But because Happy was going to that dinner, you couldn’t ask him to lend a hand. ...well you could have, he probably wouldn’t have had a problem with it, either. But it felt a bit gauche. That was fine, though. You were more than capable of planning a small formally informal dinner for four of your closest. 

You happened to be stuck in traffic on your way back from the last store on your list, bags sitting in the back of your car, when the phone rang. The number was not immediately recognizable, and you pushed a button on your HUD dash (thankful for Tony’s fancy sciency cars) to answer it. And that’s when you realized you’d made a huge mistake. Because a robotic voice was on the other line. And it had this to say: 

“An intimate from Seagate Penitentiary is calling you. Will you accept the charges?” 

There was only one person you knew of that lived inside those walls. Someone you hadn’t thought of for a very long time. Because he didn’t deserve a single second thought after you’d been finished with him. Only briefly did you remember, a few years back, Pepper had tried to tell you he’d been trying to get your attention from the very same cell he was no doubt calling from now. You’d ignored him then. You probably should ignore him now. 

And yet. 

“Yes.” 

Your fingers drummed absently on the wheel. You weren’t going anywhere. Cars were stretched out in a long line in front of you. At this rate you could probably walk back to the Tower with all your groceries in hand and be home faster. But. While you were waiting- 

“Oh. Finally.” Justin Hammer’s voice sounded oh-so-annoyed on the other end of that line. 

“How did you get my personal number?” Playing at flippant. You really didn’t care about Justin. Nor why he was calling. But he could at least tell you who you needed to lay a serious case of hurt on for this. 

“You’d be surprised at what you can get in here.” His anger seemed to disappear within seconds, and you could just picture that shit-eating grin on his face. 

“Well. This was fun. Goodbye, Justin.” Though you didn’t make a move to end the call just yet. 

“Wait! Wait! Please- wait. I have something important to tell you.” 

A sigh escaped you and you leaned an elbow on the wheel so that you could lean your chin in your palm. “I doubt it.” 

“Again- surprise- yadda yadda. Anyway. Listen. Time’s short. I need you to come visit me. Tomorrow.” 

At this you really couldn’t help the bark of a laugh that escaped you. “Hah. You hit your head in there? I’ve got nothing to say to you.” 

“-right, which is why you answered my call.” 

“Oh, well in that case-”

“Wait!” Whatever it was Justin was calling about, it seemed to have him just the slightest bit panicked. Nervous at the thought of losing his only shot to talk to you. This little trick would only work once, after all. Maybe it was worth hearing him out. “Listen- ...look. I’ve got something I really need to talk to you about. And it’ll benefit us both.” 

A sigh escaped your lungs and you made no effort to hide the sound of it. “Now, where have I heard this schtick before…” 

He hummed in a little chuckle. “I’ve missed this. Our playfulness. We always had a rapport, you and me.” 

“I’m hanging up now.” 

“Come tomorrow. It’ll be worth your time.” 

There was no reason to be entertaining any of this. When you got home you’d have LUNA and FRIDAY pair up for a deep search. Pull everything on Justin’s current comings and goings. Figure out what he wanted to talk to you about before you got there- ...or just figure it out and not go at all. Because visiting Seagate sounded like something you really didn’t want to do. 

Especially not when it was to visit him. 

When you didn’t immediately answer, he started talking again. “You’re thinking about this. That’s good. Means I haven’t lost you yet. You’ve always been the smart one.” 

“You’re losing me now.” Letting ire brush you just a little. You absolutely weren’t going to tolerate him talking down about Tony. How dare he, even, considering where he was? And where Tony was? The mountains of difference between what the two of them had accomplished. 

“Right, right. Touchy subject. I get it. Power couple of the millennium. I actually have a few magazines I’d love for you to sign. Collector’s editions.” 

“I have a dinner party tomorrow.” 

“...And that’s more important than this?” 

“Than you? Certainly.” 

“Ouch. My fragile ego.” He was the next one to sigh, and there was just something so… weary about it. You weren’t moved to sadness for him, he deserved to be exactly where he was and whatever he was getting. But. At the same time… it was a little sad. “Please come. This is important.” For the first time in his life, Justin Hammer sounded like an actual person. And not just ten weasels puppeting a human costume. 

The line of cars was moving again. Your attention pulled just a little towards the road. Then, you decided, to end this in a much easier way. “If I come, Tony’s coming with me.” 

“No! No. He can’t be here.” 

“Then no dice. And- what’s the difference, anyway? What? You think I’m not gonna tell him?” Nose wrinkling just a little with distaste. 

Justin scoffed. “Ugh, please. You’re gonna tell him every word. I’m not an idiot.” 

“Then?” If that was the case why wouldn’t Justin allow Tony to be at your side for whatever nonsense this was? And- assuredly- this was nonsense. 

“...I don’t wanna face him.” Now that. That sounded like a sense of knowing patheticness Justin had been entirely incapable almost his entire life. Right up until you’d thrown his ass in jail and made a well-deserved mockery of him. 

Huh. Maybe he was being rehabilitated after all. If you took too long to think about this, he was just going to start complaining again. Was there much to think about? “If you want me in Georgia tomorrow, it’s either a jet or-”

“Fly yourself.” 

“Yeah. I’m sure the warden will just love that.” 

“What happened to you? You were never afraid to throw your weight around before. You outrank him, certainly. Put in a call. Come. We’ll talk. And then you can be home in time for this little party of yours. Still schmoozing your way around the wealthiest class?” 

Ah. There it was. His usual annoyingness. His proclivity for knowing it all. And talking down to anyone that got within three feet of him. Maybe he wasn’t better. 

This felt like a trap. Taking the suit to go meet Justin Hammer at Seagate? Maybe he’d have the media out there waiting for you. Maybe he was organizing a riot. A way to take the Reactor off of you, take the suit and- ...well, even he couldn’t be that stupid, right? The suit was coded to you. He had to know that. He was dumb but not that dumb. 

“If I sense even an ounce of something off, I’m out of that airspace before you even realize I’m there.” No use wondering if Justin Hammer was stupid. This was stupid. You were being stupid for entertaining it. There was a large amount of risk here you were assuming- and for him. For no reason. What could he have that was so important? He sat in the same box all day every day and had for years. 

“I’ll be a perfect host. I promise. You think I haven’t learned my lesson after I pissed you off the first time?” He was trying to stroke a sense of ego for you that wasn’t really there. 

“No.” Curt as you let the single word out and then cut the call. 

                                                           ---

Down inside the private garage underneath the building, the elevator opened as soon as you parked the car. You had two bags of groceries in your arms just as you leaned out of the trunk and saw Tony come your way- sporting his ring. Obviously. The space was protected well enough. You weren’t worried about any paparazzi wandering in there and catching him. Or Stark employees for that matter. The two of you were completely secluded- and the penthouse elevator would only go back up that way, too. 

...so you allowed yourself a little joy in the image of him, bag of groceries propped on his hip, ring on the other hand he was using to gesture for you to give him one more bag. Yes. Definitely husband material. You handed another one over to him and took the last two, heading back towards the elevator with him. 

Once inside… 

“Justin Hammer called me.” 

This hit him with a small bit of whiplash. He blinked a few times before popping that brow upwards. “Right. And you ignored him.” Saying it with a tone of assuredness and yet you could feel he was questioning the whole situation. 

You gave a light shrug. “I was stuck in traffic.” 

His grin was light, as was the bouncy chuckle that seemed to push from his lungs. “Well. I suppose there’s worse ways to waste time- ...although not that many.” You realized a little too late, that this felt wrong. What you’d agreed to. ...the thought of telling Tony gave you a mild feeling of anxiety. Something that obviously read pretty clear to him. As the two of you stepped out he stopped and gave you a worrisome look. “What’s up? He call to tell you his dying wish or something?” 

“Nothing that serious.” Able to find a smile, nudging him to keep moving so that the two of you could put the bags down on the kitchen counter when you got there. “But… he wanted me to come meet him tomorrow. And… I said I would.” 

Tony gave you quite a look. One that spoke volumes. It was some parts nervous. And, thankfully, only a tiny bit disapproving. “Are we cancelling dinner?” Not asking you why you’d said yes. Not even asking what you and Justin had talked about. Just trusting that you knew what you were doing. Trusting you and your decisions. Standing by them. 

“No. I’ll be home in time for dinner.” Reaching up, you cradled his cheek in your palm. 

Those soft brown eyes of his made you feel weak, as his hand curled around your wrist. Keeping you there. “Want me to come with you?” 

Your grin was barely there as you stared up at him. “You’re not invited. Something about you sitting in a small room with him made him very nervous.” 

He breathed out a soft airy laugh. “That right? Maybe he finally learned something over there.” There was only the briefest consideration before Tony amended, “-still. Out of the two of us. He probably should be more scared of you.” 

Leaning up on tiptoe, you pressed a little kiss to his lips. He held you there, arm curling around your waist. Your murmur was full of mirth. “Well he hasn’t learned anything then, has he?” 

Tony’s grin was the next thing you felt. “Guess not.” 

                                                          ---

One thing Justin had been right about- it was insanely easy to call up Seagate, tell the Warden you were coming, have him put Justin in a room for you for interrogation, and swear him to secrecy. Almost so easy that you would have thought you were being set up. Which had been your first thought when Justin had called anyway. But… 

Over the drop-zone you stopped a mile up and had LUNA scan. For cameras that didn’t belong to the compound. For media. For… anything. Anything that seemed out of the ordinary. And she came back with a big fat zero. So… if not a setup outside the prison, then it must have been inside of it. 

It was strange, as you came to a land- seeing guards lined up. Waiting to receive you, almost. In fact, even stranger still, they saluted once you took the Iron Lady suit down all the way and dropped with a metallic clank. You weren’t sure you liked any part of this. And you were itching to get out as soon as possible. Double tapping the heart, the suit peeled back, leaving you in just a smart suit. Though you did press your earcuffs to activate a pair of glasses. 

Just so you could keep an eye on everything and everyone. LUNA would keep your HUD alerted, should anything go awry. The warden waved at you from the front of the fence, and you kept your head up and your walk powerful as you strutted your way to him. He started babbling on and on about how it was nice to have a guest like you… 

The prison was quiet. Quieter than you knew it should be. The thought that he had inmates confined to their cells while you walked the halls was not a good one. You didn’t want a target on your back. ...not that that was much different from any other day. Still. The sooner this was over with, the better. 

He stopped at a small room and opened the door for you. Told you he’d be right outside should you need anything. And then… then you went in. 

Justin looked… more or less the same as you remembered him. He was sitting down, hands clasped together. Seeming to light up the second he realized it was you who actually had come in. Clearly he had thought you may have ghosted him. Which would have been well deserved- 

Especially when the first thing out of his mouth, accompanied with that rat-grin you didn’t miss, “You look tired.” 

The roll of your eyes was heavy and you lifted a hand to knock on the door. “Well, this was fun. Don’t call me again.” 

The warden opened the door about the same time Justin got to his feet.”Wait! I’m sorry- come on. That didn’t rattle you. I had to get one in. You know. For old time’s sake.” 

The warden eyed you and you sighed, putting a hand up. He nodded and closed the door again. Turning back around, you crossed your arms, moving to stand in front of the table but pointedly not sitting. “We don’t have an old time’s sake. So get to the point. I have places to be.” 

“Can’t even say you’re happy to see me?” You had no idea why Justin was trying to bark up this tree but… then again, it must have been very lonely in here. He got the point after looking at your dead expression. “Right. Can’t blame a guy for trying.” He was awash in this sense of unease. Something really was bothering him. “Can you- can you sit down? Please?” 

“No.” There was no call to be nice to him. No matter how pathetic he seemed. More now, in front of you, than he had been on the phone for sure. 

He frowned, head dropping in a nod. “Alright. Well… look- …” Sighing, trying to gather his words. He’d had plenty of time to think about how he was going to say whatever it was he was trying to say before you’d gotten here. Your patience was running thin. “-there’s no easy way to say this but. I need your help.” 

This wasn’t exactly surprising. Justin wanted something from you. What other reason (besides trying to trick you) would he call you here? “And why should I do anything to help you?” 

“You’re not even gonna ask why?” He nudged his glasses up his nose when he looked up at you. 

“You’re getting to the point, I’m very sure.” Still remaining cold and impassive. 

For almost too long a time he just stared at you. Like he couldn’t believe you’d be this way. The corner of his mouth dipped down. “I need you to help me take back my company.” 

This broke your nothingness and exchanged it with a look of shock and then a laugh. “You cannot be serious.” 

“Why would I ask you to come here if I wasn’t serious?” He was starting to get a little angry. Justin Hammer had been made the butt of every joke. Every headline. Every moment. It probably wasn’t easy still being looked down on. Especially if he really was serious about any of this. 

“To waste my time.” You had no empathy for this man. Not after everything he’d done. 

“Don’t think so highly of yourself.” 

“Why not? You called me.” Pointing it out to him rather plainly. 

You expected him to fight back. Call you a name. Tell you to get out or admit he had just been trying to waste your time. Instead… instead he shouldered a little bit of defeat and looked away. “Yeah- I did. So let’s try this again. I need your help.” 

Moving a little closer to the table, just to try your luck, you gestured plainly. “To get back your company, I’m not deaf. But I don’t understand why. You’re in here. What does it matter? I can’t imagine they need you for anything- or let you do anything that matters.” 

“No. They just blame me for everything because that’s the easiest thing to do.” His teeth showed as he snarled a little. Truly worked up about whatever he was going on about. Instead of asking him to elaborate you waited. And were rewarded. “They’re selling my weapons. I’m surprised you don’t know.” 

An acidic scoff escaped you. “Please. On my list of things that need my attention you don’t break top one hundred- no. Five hundred.” 

“Real cute. Could you be serious for a minute? The years have not been kind to your humility. You’re almost as bad as Tony.” This riled you slightly, and you may have had enough in you to put him down, but he cut you off. “They’re selling my weapons. They’re all over Harlem. And you know damn well the stuff in my warehouses ain’t firecrackers. People are dying. I get phone calls and harassment from investigators every damn day. Even in here. Everyone’s blaming me. I’m in prison. I’ve been doing my time. Why is this my fault?” 

The sneer was automatic. Flashes of the Stark Expo bloomed behind your eyes. Broken glass. Screams. Explosions. “Funny. You never cared about your weapons killing people before.” 

His glare was icy. “Neither did Tony. What? He’s the only one allowed to grow a conscience? Or is that just reserved for people you’re fucking?” 

It felt good. Really good. Leaning over the table and whipping him across the face with your open palm. 

He deserved it. But him shriveling back made you feel… less good. You’d overreacted. His glasses clattered somewhere in the corner of the room. He didn’t deserve to get that much out of you. Yet there the two of you were. You, the woman in a position of power, having just struck a prisoner who was more or less begging for you to do something. 

His hand touched his face. “Okay- maybe I deserved that-” He was scared. 

“You deserve far more than that.” Instead of letting his sniveling visage disarm you, you tried to remain steady. “So. What is it? Your Board is selling your weapons while your company suffers? And you care about this- probably not because people are dying, but because-”

“Because I’m not the one behind it!” His hands came down on the table and he arched forward. Getting a little too close to your face. “I’ll take what I deserve when it’s me behind the wheel, but those bastards are tarnishing everything I ever did and making off with all the profits! I’m in jail. I can’t do anything about it. They’ll get away with it as long as you let them.” 

Taking a pause, you looked at him. Looked deeply. Yes, this was upsetting him. He was telling the truth about it, too. Because this could have been a ploy to send you on some wild goosechase. But it wasn’t. So. His company was emptying out his warehouses and selling big guns to criminals. Not surprising, really. Not even a little. But them pinning it on him? Apparently that’s where Justin Hammer drew the line. 

“What do you want me to do about it?” You eased yourself down off that high, hoping he’d do the same. 

It worked, slightly. He collapsed to sit in his chair. “Stop them. You do this sort of thing all the time, don’t you?” 

“Arms dealers are a little below my paygrade at this point, honestly.” 

Looking up again, he focused on you. “I have information you want. You do this for me, I’ll give it to you.” 

“You have nothing I want.” Making sure he understood that. 

But- “Really? Where’s the other famous inmate of Seagate? You see him wandering the halls?” This- this caught you unaware. Other famous inmate? What the hell was he talking about? Your momentary confusion that came with an arch of your brow had him staring in disbelief. “You can’t be serious. Guy nearly offs Tony and you don’t even know where they’ve been keeping him? I’m talking about Slattery.” 

The name had you reeling your head back. Slattery- yes. Trevor Slattery, to be exact. You hadn’t thought about that name in a long time, mostly because… you’d been a little bit removed from him. Tony had dealt with him. You’d only got the run off reports and second hand stories. Some nutcase washed up actor that had been playing Mandarin for Killian. 

...and they’d taken him into custody. And put him here. And now- now Justin was implying he was gone. 

Reaching over, you took his shirt in your fist and pulled him out of his seat. Immediately he started sputtering. “Whoa- hey- hey now-” A little bit of terror creeped up his spine. Perhaps realizing he’d made one too many wrong moves. 

“Here’s my deal, Justin. I’m going to have Burt come with papers. You still have your controlling shares, don’t you? You’re going to sign them over to me. And then I’m going to demolish your company. Warehouses and all. Find the trail and- maybe if you’re lucky- have your board members all sent here to spend some quality time with you.” 

His brows knit. “What? Why would I let you do any of that? All I’m asking is for you to stop them!” 

“You want my help, that’s what I’m offering. And in turn you’re going to tell me right now what the hell you’re talking about.” 

Reaching up, he put his hands around yours, trying to give you a shove. No surprise that you were stronger and didn’t even seem to budge. “Have you been doing all that superhero stuff a little too long? You forget how to negotiate a deal? This is garbage. Even for you. You’re out of your mind.” 

“Offer is only good until I walk out that door. I’ll throw half a million in your commissary. That should keep you rat king of this prison long enough that I never have to hear from you again.” The two of you looked at each other for a moment. And then- “Going once-” 

His lips pressed together, he gnashed his teeth- and then he gave up. “Alright. ...alright.” Defeated so thoroughly. It was a shame that you couldn’t even take joy in it. But at least Justin had gained some smarts. What did he need Hammer Industries for anymore? The only thing it seemed to be doing was weighing him down. Board out of control doing who knew what now. 

This was what was best for everyone.

You let go of him and he lowered to sit, as if he was suddenly too weak to stand. “A film crew came a while back to do some documentary. Interviewed me and Slattery. And then they packed up their stuff. There was a riot immediately after. And now Slattery is gone. Has been for a while. No one seems to even remember he was here.” 

That was quite a lot of nothing he was giving you- which was the whole reason you wouldn’t make a deal on his terms in the first place. Figuring he had a bunch of nothing. Trevor Slattery was gone- you could have found that out on your own. He didn’t tell you where, when, or why. As far as important information went, this was sitting underneath a pretty low bar. 

You’d have to mull this over for a while yet. Whether or not it was important. What to do with it. What you could do with it. “You don’t sign those papers, I don’t do anything to help you.” 

“Or anyone else. Got it. How noble of you.” Defeated and angry was probably not the best state to leave Justin Hammer in. But that’s exactly what you did. 

                                                          ---

You landed on the deck, a gust of wind nearly taking you to your feet after you deactivated the suit. Quickly you scampered inside where it was much warmer, much cozier. Voices greeted you. Happy and familiar. Your little family was sitting around the coffee table in the living room, glasses of wine in their hands and smiles on their faces. 

Once they noticed you they all raised those glasses with a cheer. Tony was almost halfway up off the couch but you made it over to him just in time, putting a hand on his shoulder from behind. When he tipped his head back in question, you pressed a kiss to his forehead. 

His smile was immediate. “That good, huh?” 

Rhodey looked over. “Where’ve you been?” 

“Seagate.” Said so pointedly. “And, happy holidays, I’ve just purchased Hammer Industries.” 

A shock went around the room accompanied with keen laughter afterwards. Happy took a sip of his red wine and then nodded over at you. “That what this little party’s all about? Not that I’m complaining.” 

Tony’s smile up at you was so telling. “No- better news than that, actually.” All the attention drew his way. You could have followed up or interrupted. But he wanted this. So you let him have it. “We’re getting married.” 

The excitement was instantaneous, warm, and loud. Tony was on his feet, only so he could put an arm around you. To have you close. Demands to see the ring were the very next thing. And while you had yours in your pocket… 

Tony had his on in the very next second. Happy and fulfilled as everyone gathered round. 

We’re getting married. 

It was out there now. Out there in the world. To the three people closest to you. Still a small world but… the way Tony was beaming as he got to show off his ring, and as you showed off yours… 

It was well worth it. 

“Finally.” Rhodey was the one saying this with such mock exasperation. 

But Pepper seemed to agree, “We’ve only been waiting forever.” 

Tony waved a hand. “That’s her fault. I had to wait until she was ready.” 

“I’m well worth the wait.” Said with a single but very sure nod of your head. 

In the very next moment, Tony’s wry grin melted into such a sunny smile, leaning in to press it against your temple in a kiss. “Yes you are.” 

Happy was about two seconds away from crying, you were sure of it. “When’s the date?” Then he pressed the heel of his palm against one eye to keep the tears at bay. 

Your shoulders came up in a shrug. “We don’t know yet.” 

Tony followed up. “We just know that we knew it was time for the next part. We’ll keep you in the loop about the part after that.” 

Pepper shook her finger at him. “You’d better.” 

Rhodey put a hand on his hip. “And I’m sure this is all top secret still.” 

You nodded again. “Yeah but. We know we can trust you guys.” 

In this increasingly unsure world, you knew you couldn’t put a price on that. They were your family. You were happy to share this with them, and happier still to trust them to keep it to themselves until the two of you were actually ready to let the secret go. 

It was nice, for some reason. To still have it. Still own it yet let three of your closest take part in it, too. The circle would grow bigger in time. For now… for now you just wanted a glass of wine and a comfortable atmosphere with your family. 

And your husband-to-be. 

The rest of the world could wait. 

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amanda, do you have any advice for someone who's just moved out for college? i moved out 2 weeks ago (i was supposed to move in the fall when school started but covid) & idk i feel so?? lonely? or sad, i guess? i'm a freshman & i was super excited leading up to it, but i got here & i'm in an apartment with 5 strangers & i'm overwhelmed with how many adulting things i need to do, like groceries & laundry & cooking. i always thought i was pretty independent at home & i've also been away for 1/?

summer programs or events for a week, 2 months, etc. so it's not like i've never been away from home before & don't know how to cook or do laundry or stuff like that. idk. i don't get why i feel like this & so overwhelmed (also, i think now i get why most freshman move into the dorms instead of going straight to an apartment haha). my roommates seem nice too, i just don't know them that well yet. i feel kind of silly & pathetic & baby-ish about this since i know i'm so lucky to be able 2/?

to move out, but mostly i just miss home & wanna go back to my parents & siblings & cats, especially since i don't have any friends here yet & can't meet any cause of covid. i'm 18 but i feel so much younger & it's kind of hard to believe that i'm 18?? like ahhhh i'm an adult??? when did that happen?? anyway, i'm sure it'll get better (or at least i'm telling myself it will), but idk what to do in the meantime. any advice?

Hey, kiddo!!

First of all, congrats on moving out -- I’m really proud of you for taking the next right step toward your future. You’re doing great <3

Second, don’t you dare think this is something you’re alone in experiencing; although it can feel incredibly isolating and terrifying, I promise that everyone has felt this way the first time they moved out of their parent’s/guardian’s home. I sure as hell did, and I was 20 with a college degree!!! There’s no shame in it, and I’m proud of you for being able to verbalize your struggles and reach out for help.

These are a few things that helped me when I was living on my own for the first time -- if I had known all this going in, rather than learning as I went, I would’ve had a much better time of it, so I hope these help <3 But if you have any questions or thoughts, my DMs are seriously always open to you, on- or off-anon. You deserve help and support and I’m honored to be trusted <3

Get yourself on a routine. Tbh, half of the reason why things feel daunting (at least in my experience) is that they feel nebulous. To combat that vis a vis household tasks like cooking, cleaning and laundry, I’d recommend setting up a weekly or monthly schedule. Look at your class schedule and any other commitments and figure out which weekday is best for you to do laundry, which nights you could meal-prep for the days ahead, and which weeks you’ll be cleaning your areas of the apartment. Jotting those down or putting some notifications in your phone calendar will help you a) remember to do those things and b) rest in the knowledge that you’ve given yourself some structure. If you feel you’ll struggle with actually doing those things, ask a roommate to be your accountability partner! They live with you, so they likely have a vested interest in you doing those things, and will certainly be happy to help out!

Give yourself something to look forward to. Missing your family is so hard, so plan when your next trip home will be. Plan a movie night or another activity with your roommates (in my opinion, PowerPoint Night is an absolute winner -- y’all can take turns presenting about literally any topic you want and it’s a great way to get to know people and what they’re passionate about (or passionately against).) 

Get a tiiiiny bit social. It’s really hard with COVID, and I know it’s also anxiety-inducing to be The New Kid, but even something as simple as attending a Zoom event hosted by a campus organization can give you a little bit of social engagement -- if nothing else, you’re hearing voices outside of your own and your roommates’! There are also a lot of Discord servers out there for video game friends, students, fandom folks, pretty much anything; the platform offers a streaming function, which many people take advantage of and can be a great way to engage with other people around something you both love. Having that little bit of enrichment is really helpful and goes a long way in making you feel less isolated.

Do something with your hands. Find a tactile sort of hobby - drawing, painting, bullet journaling, digital art, collaging, etc. - and do it regularly. I bullet journal, make stickers, and collage the New York Times Sunday paper once a week. Doing something with your hands regularly is a good way to get your creative juices going and help the time go by, and it often is therapeutic as well.

Exercise regularly. I can’t tell you how helpful it is to get moving. It seriously is good for your mind and body, and you’ll feel motivated to do other things once you work out. I didn’t exercise for the first three months I lived alone and lemme tell you, when I started again, there was a marked difference in my mental health. Go for regular walks around the neighborhood, or if there’s space in your apartment to do some simple bodyweight workouts, the Nike Training app has great free guided workouts under 20 minutes. There are also workout videos free on YouTube, everything from strength training to cardio set to popular Tik Tok songs. I like to exercise about 30-45 minutes a day but YMMV

Treat yourself. I ran myself hard and ragged when I lived alone because I didn’t have anyone to encourage me to do otherwise. Even though you have roommates, it can still be easy to feel like you’re just ships passing in the night and that the accountability they provide extends to chores or other space-sharing ventures. So hold yourself accountable for doing one kind thing for yourself every day. Eat a piece of chocolate. Splurge on a coffee once a month. Buy a book you want to read. Do little things to treat yourself because you can, judgement-free! You’re your own boss now!

I hope these help a little bit!!! It can be really overwhelming and scary to be where you are but I promise, you are farther along than you think you are, simply because you can recognize and articulate these feelings and are reaching out for help. I’m proud of you and sending you all my love -- if you need anything, you got it. I’m here for you <3

[the-haunted-knight]

Rules and Headcanons

Greetings! This’ll be one of the few times I write as the host here. You all know the drill. This may be updated at my leisure though.

1. No NSFW/Flirting

Ghost, at least here, is a child. I don’t care who you ship for the most part. But for THIS blog in particular, Ghost is a child. And will react as such when being hit on or getting inappropriate comments. Disgusted and most likely stabbing you. Or I’ll straight up ignore you.

2. I have the right to deny anyone rp if I do not feel up to it, or simply do not want to engage with them

While this may not be a big deal here, I know in some other fandoms it is. People hating on blog owners for not wanting to do nsfw, or engage with something. So I’m stating this now. I’m doing this because I want to, because it’s fun for ME, and because I love this game and want to see more of it. I can shut this down at any time I want, or simply not allow asks anymore and keep it as an rp blog for close friends.

3. Please be literate/understandable

I do not mind if English is not your first language, as long as I can get the gist of what you’re saying. However, I do request trying to keep things like text talk low, unless it’s an OOC thing and you’re trying to tell something quickly. I just..don’t understand most text talk. I’ll let you know if I can’t understand what you’re trying to say, or politely correct if asked.

4. Play Nice

I shouldn’t have to say this but I well. If you don’t like my version of Ghost, that’s fine. If you wanna discuss different versions of Ghost that is also fine, hit me up. But do NOT start hating on me, harassing me, or anyone who engages with me because you disagree. Team Cherry said it themselves, anything not explicitly contradicted with canon is possible. And even then AU’s, headcanons, and different versions exist. Also just generally don’t be mean OOC, I’ll just wind up ignoring you or turning off asks to be honest.

5. I am willing to engage with OC’s!

As the rule says, feel free to try and start an rp with your OC’s, just make it clear what relationship their meant to have to ghost(if any at all). As long as it isn’t girlfriend/boyfriend/significant other. Again, not accepting ships on this blog.

If you wanna be a pseudo parent? Sure! Close friend? Gladly. Sibling? GO right ahead, welcome to the family!

6. All RP’s are independent of each other unless explicitly stated.

Another self explanatory one. Unless stated directly, all RP’s do not exist together in one timeline or anything.

Addendum

I WILL allow secret admirers as long as you don’t jump into flirting/nsfw territory. If you wanna be like Bretta and admire from afar, or be blushy and shy when directly interacting... I can work with that. It’s believable, Ghost canonically had an admirer and has done a lot of awesome things worthy of admiration.

And occasionally, I may do a somewhat shippy roleplay. Specifically with someone I trust. I will not do anything explicit, as well as the shippy rp depending very heavily on my mood at that time. But the requirements for that are trusting them, and also them having a child character or doing an aged up Ghost(if I ever do this, anyway.) But I will NOT allow nsfw on this Blog. It makes me personally uncomfortable and just doesn’t suit Ghost to me, since I repeat, THEY ARE A CHILD.

With that said..onto Headcanons! 1. Ghost is not hollow

This is pretty self explanatory, Ghost is not completely hollow. They have feelings, opinions, thoughts and dreams all on their own. They have likes and dislikes. They do not express it often or a ton unless around trusted individuals.

2. Vessels can communicate!

Vessels can communicate via telepathy together, or they simply use sign language.Hallownest has a common sign language and then various versions of it depending on where/how they grew up

3. Ghost is a child, and somewhat traumatized

Ghost is like I said above, a child. A child who had to take on too much responsibility very young. They have issues. There will be angst.

4. Vessels grow in cocoons, under the condition of being well cared for

This is on the off-chance I do something involving Ghost entering adolescents. My idea is that vessels grow in cocoons made of void and soul. They stay there from like a week to maybe a month or two as the shade works on their body. This is only eligible in areas where they are well cared for, and there is plenty of void/soul in the area. This is a headcanon I am willing to change depending on the rp, but this is generally what I go with unless otherwise stated/requested.

5. Vessels can not eat/drink

Their body is void, and I do not think they have internal organs really. They can still grow...using the cocoon anyway. But I believe vessels are literally just condensed void. Meaning no stomach, or throat, or anything. Meaning no eating/drinking.

They can still technically absorb things into their body, letting it be covered and melted down by void...but they don’t get anything from it. On this note Vessels also cry tears of void if they do ever cry, and it just kinda...acts like dry ice. All wispy and foggy until it disappears.

6. Vessels are FREEZING

They are permanently cold, like dry ice. If you were to try and stick your arm in them it would be frozen solid or have severe frostbite. And yes vessels can feel temperature difference..theirs never changes though. They are forever cold, like touching ice through a plastic bag wrapped in napkins. For this reason, Ghost constantly craves warmth. They will just curl up near a fire if you let them.