#pat davidson

[pookiestheonereturns]

John Davidson and Pat White

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Tracklist:

First Nation • Gadigal Land • Change The Date • Terror Australia • Desert Man, Desert Woman • Wind In My Head (Makarrata Version) • Uluru Statement From The Heart / Come On Down

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Source: Biker Mice From Mars [1993]

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── ‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ romance novel - biker!rich!JK x bookworm!reader request

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content: esth. relationship, book shopping date, fluff, bike rides with Jk, smut freaky ngl (she reads a smut scene, he recreates it for her meanwhile), fingering, tits play, clit play, kinda cum play, slight begging, praise

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"Ooh look at this one bunny!"

jungkook giggles, patting your flowy hair onces again, his arm moves to wrap around your shoulders

He had heard this sentence about a thousand times now, never getting tired of it

"Hmm.. interesting"

How could he? Seeing your eyes glimmer and light up upon viewing the pretty covers, the little hums and gasps you let out, flipping the book around to read the synopsis

"I think this is the last one" your fingers tap the cover, putting it inside the full basket your boyfriend is carrying with his other arm

He smiles, rubbing your cheek with his thumb, "sure? We have time sweetheart, take it" nodding his chin up to gesture to the fantasy asile,

For the past two weeks, all he's seen you read is fantasy

Wheather it be acotar or the cruel prince series, the countless stories of fae, dragons and heir's float around on the pages, register in your brain and flow out as retelings for Jungkook to listen to

He'd be listening to twenty minute voice messages of your charged rambles, finding it absolutely adorable how worked up you get over fictional storylines

Ever since passing your bar exam, he had promised to take you book shopping, promised to buy you whatever books you wanted

"But- there's already so much in here, its so expensive kook" you pout, squeezing his arm while roaming over the fantasy section with your eyes,

"I can pay for it baby. You know money is the least of my worry, come on, i want to treat my smart girl" his sweet but stern tone of voice is enough to make you fold, kissing his cheek and happily walking towards the huge shelves,

"Cute" he mutters under his breath, following closely behind you

A few special editions of pre owened books and a whole new series in addition later, the total came out to what would be a month's rent for you, and a little nick for your boyfriends bank account

"Give me that sweetheart, I'll store it" his gloved hands wrap around the heavy, large totebags, two of them filled to the brink

Knowing that was gonna be the outcome, his attached storage comparted was handy, presecured on the black harley davidson.

"All done" he says, locking it after managing to stuff the bags inside

You give him a thumbs up, already having pulled your pink- hello kitty themed helmet over your head, comically contrasting the rest of your outfit

He had gotten you that helmet as well, back when he first acquired his license and could start taking you with him on his rides

"My place?" his head turns a bit over his shoulder, revving the engine

You nod, arms sneaking around his firm torso and locking your hands tightly

He takes off, driving the way back to his nice suburban apartment, the wind speeding with your sides, blowing a refreshing breeze

"Whatcha reading honeybun?" After watching you read the past 45 minutes, your boyfriend spent his gaming and making popcon, peacefully watching you doze off into a world he wasn't a part of

he can't take it anymore, the smell of your sweet floral scent clouding his room, the little groans you let out will flipping through the pages, it's too much to soley bear witness to

So he teases you, nudging your side with his elbow

You giggle in return, squeezing his round cheeks while he keeps munching on the snack set on the bedside table

"Fantasy, bunny. Just about some fae wars again" you reply in a low hum, scanning over the words on the paper

With a dramatic sigh, his head rests on your lap to catch your attention, his pretty, dark brown locks falling over to the side, framing the sharp contures of his jaw beautifully

You take a second to stroke his face, appreciating the eyebrow piercing he had gotten recently, as well as the small metal ring on his bottom lip. Your favorite feature, his brown doe eyes, contently shutting

His sweet bunny smile slowly spreads on the honey toned face of his,

"Attention please, i need your attention baby" he says, turning his head sideways to kiss the inside of your hand

"Hmm.. but it's so interesting right now kook. Five minutes okay?" the butterflies in your stomach roar at his actions, however, the intense rivalry in the book is enough to keep your eyes locked back on the words

Suddendly, a tatted hand rips away the book, written ink disappearing from your eyesight and into your boyfriends golden hands

"more interesting than me huh? Let's see what my little princess reads about"

he's sat upright now, scanning over the page you last left off, nodding, seemingly satisfied before flipping through the pages

Your eyes widen at that, well aware of the dirty secret this innocent fantasy book witholds,

Explicit scenes are thickly spread between the plot of what looks to be a regular story

Panicking, you climb into his lap, reaching to take the book off him when you notice his smirk softly spreading, clearly having stumbled on something he shouldn't have seen

His arm extends upward, making sure you won't be able to get the book off of him,

With a almost predatory gaze, his cocky smile also looks down to you, licking over the corner of his lip, grazing the small metal decoration

"That's what's keeping my girl from spending time with me hm?"

he chuckles lowly, stroking over your thighs with his free hand

"Kook stoppp!" you whine, still propped up on your knees and on his lap, both arms up and fumbling to get the book back down,

Your cheeks have been covered in a pink hue and with the way your chest bounces at your desperate attempts, jungkook simply can't help it

He pushes you down on his bed, taking your wrists with one of his hands and pinning them together above your head

The atmosphere shifts, clearly asserting the dominance to him as he hovers over you like you're his prey, completely helpless at his mercy

You let out a soft moan when his eyes find your again,

"Listen to me sweetheart. We're gonna spend some time together now. Since you so badly wanna read, read it out for me. Tell me what you dream 'bout yea?"

Your eyes widen and for a split second, he sees the look on your face turn from excitment to worry,

Immediately he lets go of your wrists, wrapping both his arms around your figure, his lips ghosting over the skin of your neck

" m'sorry baby, I didn't sound so nice there did i? You can always say no. I'm not judging you sweetheart, i promise" sweetly, the air shifts again into something more comfortable, soft pads of your fingers colliding with the strands of his hair,

"Thank you kook.. i think it would be fun.." you admit, the need in your voice becoming almost too much to withstand, he lets you know how much he wants you by sucking on the skin of your neck, kissing his way back up to your jaw

Once satisfied, he reaches for the almost abandoned book, handing it to you with a kiss to your forhead

"Go on sweetheart"

You swallow, quietly reading the first lines aloud to him,

"he pushes the thin fabric of her flimsy top upwards to reveal her swollen chest, caged in his favorite colored bra. Mercilessly, they get groped at by his eager hands, hungry for a taste of her skin on his"

Jungkook's hands move exactly like you had told him to, pushing your comfortable sweater upwards and groping the soft swell of your breast in his large plams, groaning softly when he brushes over your nipples,

Relishing the touch of your skin, he can't help but nudge the bra down a bit, getting a better feel of you

He loves watching your face twist slightly in pleasure, he loves hearing your breathy little whimpers

"keep going baby, you feel so good" he encourages, drawing meaningless patterns on your stomach and it sends waves of pleasure straight to your core

You take a small breath, trying your best to focus on the instructions in front of you

"..without waiting another second, his hands tug down her bottoms, leaving her in just her panties. Effortlessly, he brushes against her clit, rubbing the fabric to it before pulling the thong to the side to admire the wetness he created"

your moans increasingly become louder, feeling the pad of his thumb press small cricles into your covered clit before pushing to fingers under the string, letting the cold air hit your pussy

Jungkook takes a second to lick his lips and sigh, enamored with the sight of your glistening cunt, the bulge in his pants is starting to strain painfully

"He keeps his eyes on hers, monotering the way they roll back when he slides two digits into her hole, twisting them so his thumb still presses into the needy bud, begging for stimulation"

That's it, that's what makes you shudder, letting the book fall off to the side, your knees buckling and hands gripping at Jungkook's firm shoulders

He smiles, brushing his lips over yours,

His long digits feel so good inside you, he doesn't move them yet, only moving his thumb softly, rubbing it up and down on your clit,

"That good?" he asks, licking over your bottom lip slowly

A whine of approval leaves your lips as you crash them on his, engulfing him in a deep, passionate kiss that makes him moan into it

The attempt at making him start pleasuring you doesn't work, still only letting them sit inside your warmth,

"You know what i want sweetheart" he mutters, slolwy sliding his tongue inside your mouth before withdrawing, met with your little whimpers once more

"come on, be a good girl, beg for me baby"

"Please kook" you whine, one hand now sliding down from his shoulder to his thigh, turning your fingers inward on the muscle,

He hums, directing his kisses back to your neck, licking over the skin delicately

"You can do better pretty, i know you can"

Another frustrated whine leaves your lips,

"Please kook, please fuck me with your fingers, please bunny make me cream on them. Please, i need it"

"Good girl, so good for me" he praises, giving you no room to breath or build up- almost brutally fast in the way he fucks his fingers into you, sucking on the softness of your neck

His thumb hits your clit with every push, harder, faster, each time

You're whimpering, moaning messily and trying to hold on to every little thing you can grasp with sweaty, trembling hands

He meets your moans, groaning, finding your lips and kissing you with such need and intensity, you want him, want him even while having him

"kook gonna cum" you whimper into his mouth, clenching around the slender fingers that create quelching noises when fucking into your cunt, the friction of his thumb making it impossible to hold on any longer

"That's so good baby, my sweet girl, come for me" his kisses focus on the side of your jaw, tongue darting out while slowing down the pace, he had felt you shake and release on him, that deep moan you let out being enough to know you came undone

You're panting, weakly laying slumped forward against him. Ecstacy rushing rough your body, his fingers still burried deep, while his other hand accompanies the sweet kisses on your head, threaded through your silky strands

"Awh... so cute, look at that" the sound of his deep and affectionate words catch you off guard, looking down to where his eyes are focused on

He draws his fingers out, taking a string of your arousal with him before directing them back to your sensitivity

Your grip on his tightens once more , whining out the sound of his name

"Mhh.. i know, i know sweetheart" he coos, his fingers working to spread your cum all over your folds and rubbing it into your clit,

With a quick kiss to your lips, he tells you to open

"Here.. good girl" he mumbles, watching your eyes fall and your lips wrap around his fingers, pushed into the warmth of your mouth

You moan when tasting your own arousal on him, tongue twirling between his fingers to lapp up every drop

He takes them out when he's satisfied, tangling his hands into your hair

"Wanna take a bath pretty?" you nod, giggling when he starts placing little kisses all over your face, wrapping his arms around you as he hoists you up, getting ready to run you a well deserved bath

"Thank you kook" you tell him, cupping his face into your hands, he squeezes the flesh of your bare ass in return, kissing the tip of your nose with a small laugh

"I promised to make your dreams come true. Unfortunately i don't have a Dragon. Not yet at least, if you wanna fuck one, you know where to look for something in that size"

You kick his butt with your heel, rolling your eyes at his middle school joke,

"You're ridiculous", he sets you down on the bathroom counter, running the water and filling it with bubble solution,

"You love me" he says, taking his shirt off,

Biting your lip softly, you reach for his defined figure,

"I do. I love you"

his hands with your waist under the sweater, pulling you closer into him,

"I love you too sweetheart"

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i beggest thou pardon — eddie munson

▸summary: you have an issue. eddie has a talent at acting. you have to get rid of a really sketchy guy. he has to get people to stop making up rumours about him and chrissy. a perfect problem. 

▸characters: eddie munson, fem!reader, chrissy cunningham, male!oc

▸tw: creep guy, borderline sa, an adult word or two

▸a/n: this came to me in a dream. it was a great dream. i was sad it was over

MANY OF THE students at Hawkins would say that Percy Thorn was a pretty good choice of boyfriend. He was a very tall, slightly lanky yet strong art student with a charming personality, a dazzling smile, and a 1984 Harley Davidson FXRT. Yes, he was quite a choice.

He was also an incredible egomaniac.

For the past week and a half, Percy Thorn had not once left you alone if he could help it. Lunch times, he was there. Art class, he was there. Maths and English, he was there. He was like carbon dioxide: always there, yet never wanted. 

Well, this past couple of days, he’d gone above and beyond in trying his best to ‘get you’. He’d tried the flirting, leaning against inanimate objects (and animate objects, such as poor Joseph with the glasses), pick up lines, asking his friends to ask you out for him. Nothing seemed to work. So, he tried the next option.

Touching.

First, it was an arm around your shoulders. Then pats on the head. Then a hand grab. But today, he’d been rather bold, going as far as to place a hand on your thigh. When he did that, you blurted out the first thing that came to mind.

“I have a boyfriend.”

Oh, boy. You had just told Percy Thorn that you had a boyfriend. That did not exist. That was nowhere to be found. That currently had his residential address set in Narnia. You had to find a boyfriend, stat.

When lunch rolled around, you burst into the cafeteria wide-eyed, panicked, and panting. Your eyes then landed on one set person that could quite possibly guarantee your safety from Mr.-let-me-lick-my-lips-and-hope-I-look-sexy.

You beelined for the table he was currently sitting at, taking the empty seat next to him, smoothing out your skirt. 

“I’m really sorry, but I need a boyfriend.”

The man blinked once, twice, gaping like a fish. He opened and closed his mouth a couple of times before blurting, “I beggest thou pardon?”

It was probably the stupidest thing Eddie Munson could have said. But he was discussing Hellfire, and he was speaking in old English, and then he remembered he had a Shakespeare assignment due tomorrow, and the dominoes just kept falling. 

Eddie had never thought that someone such as yourself, a rather ethereal being that was currently spending her angelic time at a school such as this, could ever taint her reputation by breathing the same air as him, never mind sitting next to him. He was a little taken aback, evidently. 

Gareth, who was sitting opposite him, merely dropped his head rather heavily on the table, banging it a couple of times before sighing. Jeff merely pat him a few times on the back, muttering “I know, dude, I know” to the poor boy. You and Eddie both watched this with rather similar facial expressions, allowing Eddie time to process what you’d just said.

“I’m so sorry,” he backtracked. “I meant to say... what?”

“Percy Thorn won’t leave me alone, and I told him I had a boyfriend, and he didn’t believe, me, and he won’t believe me until I show him, and I know that you’re a kind of freak, no offence, but if you pretended to date me, he’d probably get the message and leave me alone because he would never try to mess with you, what with you being the devil’s spawn or something, I don’t know, but I suppose the basic gist of this is, can you please pretend to be my boyfriend so he can stop touching me?”

How you managed to say that in one breath was rather impressive, Eddie had to admit. He also had to admit that he was, in fact, not listening until you mentioned touching. His eyes narrowed when he heard that and he pursed his lips. 

See, he had his own little problem. Someone had seen Chrissy and him talking at one point in time, and now they had spread the rumour that the two were know a thing, meaning that Chrissy’s anxiety had skyrocketed when people whispered, and Eddie was getting into a lot more fights than he was before the rumours began. He’d only just had a black eye fade, and already had a threat for another one. If he wasn’t careful, he was going to go blind.

“Pissing off Percy Thorn, huh?” he murmured thoughtfully. “Hmmmm...”

“Oh, for fuck’s sake, dude, take the deal,” Gareth hissed, not lifting his head from the table. 

“Sure, why not?” the metalhead smirked, and you nearly fell backwards from relief. 

“Okay,” you breathed, ready to cry. “Thank you, thank you, thank you...”

“Hey, it’s okay, sweetheart, relax.” He raised a hand to your waist, halting and asking permission with his eyes. At your soft smile and small nod, he wrapped an arm around your lower back, peeking two fingers underneath your ABBA themed baby tee. You shivered at the cool temperature of his silver rings, and were quite flustered at the heat of his skin. It was a rather beautiful contrast. 

You were a rather physically affectionate person, and were rarely uncomfortable with touch unless someone else was. But this was an Eddie-initiated thing, so you leaned into his side, placing your head just below his collarbone. His hair smelt nice, and it was gorgeously soft. He had great curls. 

“Wow, your hair is like, ridiculously nice,” you muttered. He chuckled. 

“Thanks, doll. It’s my three-in-one shampoo,” he joked. You cracked a small smile at that, it dropping as soon as you heard footsteps and turned to see the douchebag himself strutting over. 

“Well, well, well.” Percy Thorn also had a very silky voice. He could’ve been a voice actor. “We find ourselves in a predicament at the moment.” 

Gareth lifted his head from the table, his eyes slits as he glared through his own brunette curls at the leather-clad artist. “And what would that be, o mighty one?”

Percy turned up his lips, looking Gareth up and down, turning back to Eddie. “The devil’s spawn has his hands on my girl.”

Eddie raised his lips in a sarcastic grin, cocking his head. “Last I checked, she was my girl.” Eddie tightened his arm to sell the point, and you raised your hand to his, lacing your fingers. You really wanted to vomit when Percy said ‘his girl’.

Percy scoffed. “Oh, please. No one would be caught dead sharing your seat on the bus, let alone allowing themselves to be called your girl.”

“Yeah, well, the reason she is my girl is because we shared a seat on the bus, so I guess luck was on my side.”

Damn, Eddie was good at lying. You smirked a little at the little made up story. You nuzzled into his neck a little, grabbing his attention. 

“I have to go. Mrs. Craig won’t handle tardiness from anyone, not for the sake of algebra.” You swung your legs over the seat, hand still interlaced. He did the same, only with one leg. He pressed his lips to your knuckles, delighting in Percy’s absolute look of fury.

“I shall see you soon, my heavenly rose,” he bade farewell, sounding like one of the characters from the play he was meant to be analysing, Twelfth Night. You giggled a little. Even though you were only pretending, Eddie was rather funny. 

“I await the chance, fair knight,” you returned, curtseying rather clumsily. He smiled back at you. You were quite pretty when you smiled. 

You began to walk away, avoiding Percy’s look of rage when you passed. You couldn’t walk very far however, when you gasped, stopping in your tracks. Tears appeared in your eyes. 

Percy smirked, the spot where he’d slapped your butt still tingling. You’d never wear this skirt in public again. Your hand flew to the spot, trying to stop something, anything, everything from happening all at once. You spun around, hunched over a little as you kept your legs together, as though you were a cowering puppy. 

Eddie’s smile faded, replaced with a rather scathing look. The look of fear, no, distress that was on your face had him reeling. He grabbed the nearest thing, which was his lunch tray, shot up, flung his arms back, and brought the tray right on Percy’s ear. 

The art student crumbled like a sack of potatoes, yelling as he clutched his ear. Eddie stood in front of you protectively, lunch tray still clutched rather tightly in his hand. 

“You bastard.”

“Mr. Munson!” The whole cafeteria swung from looking at Eddie to looking at the teacher that had just shouted. “Principal’s office! Now!”

The brunette sighed, dropping the tray. Gareth sputtered.

“Wha- but Percy literally just assaulted her!”

“You too!” She didn’t even know his last name. 

“That’s not fair.” You were trying to help, but it was hard when you were trying not to burst into tears. 

“You know what? Life’s not fair. All three of you, go!” She pointed in the direction of the principal’s office Percy’s friends rushed to help their fallen mate.

Eddie stuck close to you the whole walk to the principal’s office. “Welp, that was an eventful relationship.” He tried joking, but it didn’t crack a smile this time.

“I’m sorry,” you said. “I got you both in trouble.”

“Nah,” Gareth waved his hand, dismissing you. “It was worth it. Seeing Thorn fold like that was funny. Plus,” he wiggled his eyebrows, “Eddie’s got a girlfriend.”

“Pretend girlfriend.” Eddie cleared his throat turning a little red. Gareth shrugged and walked a bit in front of them. The metalhead turned to you, sheepishly running his hand on the back of his neck. “Sorry about him, and that whole tray smack thing.”

“It’s okay, for both things.” You said quietly. “But, uh, you wouldn’t mind being my pretend boyfriend for a little longer, would you? I’m a little paranoid now.”

“Well, we can’t have that, can we?” Eddie grinned like the cheshire cat. “How about I drop you home to solidify the story?”

You smiled at that. “I’d really love that.”

Besides, he could use your help on that assignment.

[mysterious-gizem]

𝖳𝗂𝗇𝗒 𝖬𝖺𝗀𝖾s', 𝖡𝗂𝗀 𝖬𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾

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Prompt given by: @do0kieburger

Taglist: @da3dm, @gt-mcyt

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"Okay, class, for your exam next week; you will present a spell you've learned, any spell at all, that you know. Remember, the spell you will choose determines your grade." The professor states, "Anyways, class dismissed-!" He announced before clearing his voice and continuing, "Except you, Davidson." He said, pointing at the brunette. The brunette gulped as he walked up to his professor.

"What do you need me for, sir?" He asked vaguely. His professor looked at him and sighed. "This spell exam will give you a high grade if you pass it. It's the boost you need to save your grades." He answered. The student's eyes went wide with excitement. "So expect you to present a great spell next week." His professor grinned, "I'll try not to let you down!" The brunette cheerfully said; grabbing his stuff and waved his teacher goodbye.

He was walking the hallways of his school when his friend hugged him tightly.

"Georgeee!!" He giggles as he embraced the brunette, George rolled his eyes as he patted his friends back. "Hey Karl." He chuckles lightly. "What spell are you planning to present next week?" The other brunette inquired. George sighed, "Honestly, I'm not sure- Later, I'll browse my spell books at home."

Karl giggled, "C'mon, let's head back to our dorm!" He grabbed the others' arm, dragging him across the halls. They both prattled about as they walked towards their dorm, the number of people around began to dwindle as they now stood at the dorm halls in front of their door.

Karl unlocked their door as the two walked in, "I'm gonna go out later with Sap." The taller brunette reminded as the other nodded and went to his room to study. The shorter dropped his bags, walking to his shelf to grab the very few books on incantations and spells he had. He hoped one of these books had a spell he could present, George cringed at the thought of having to go to the academy library.

He sat himself down on his desk chair and began flipping through one of his books. He reached out for his wand as he spotted a simple levitation spell, "A warm-up sounds appropriate-" He thought as he chanted the spell, the pencil in front of him began to float. The brunette dropped his wand back on the desk, the pencil dropping as well with a quiet 'clatter'.

The brunette sighed as he flipped through the pages. It was either too boring or too complicated for him. He regretted his lack of listening skills during classes, he slammed his head onto his desk repeatedly and groaned.

He just finished all three of his spell books, and he really couldn't find anything that would impress his professor. He turned his head to his clock.

00:04

George sighed, the library was surely already closed, he'd have to go tomorrow. He groaned in annoyance as he picked himself up just to drag himself over to his bed and flop down. His eyes slid shut as the world turned black.

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"I'm gonna head to the library." George notified the other, Karl gave him a thumbs up as he went back to reading his book. The shorter closed the door behind him and made his way to the library.

After he got through the maze of people in the corridors, he finally made it to the university library, a hefty amount of people were there, although it was still quiet—most people's noses were immersed in their own books.

George walked passed the rows and rows of books, grabbing a few as he walked. Eventually, he ended up in the back of the library, secluded and silent. He placed his books on the desk and sat down on the chair.

The brunette once again went through each and every book he grabbed, library policy was that they couldn't use wands or anything magical in radius of the library, George rolled his eyes, many incidents caused the school to enforce that rule.

He spent hours perusing multiple spell books, even after each and every spell, incantation, and magic book he read he couldn't find anything eye-catching that would ensure him a high grade. He slammed the book shut as he once again finished it without finding a single spell he could perform(He could definitely perform a lot of them. He just didn't wanna do the effort).

He rubbed his eyes as he stared down at the book in front of him; he sighed in disappointment as he got up to place the books back. As he neatly placed the books back, another one caught his eye.

The book was sprawled across the ground in a rather disheveled manner. His curiosity piqued as he took a few strides towards the book. He bent down to pick up as he flipped it over and dusted it. He carefully gazed upon the title as he hummed.

'Incantations and Summoning Spells'

He was slowly losing hope, and the book he held gave him another chance he grinned as he went back down to take a seat. He spent another few minutes, flipping through the pages. Almost all of them were written in an indecipherable language. It was still mixed with english.

A particular page caught his attention as it was messy and unorganized, unlike every page that came before it. He barely understood anything he did. However, found the word 'Brobdingnagian' weirdly cool. He chuckled as he spotted the simple instructions to perform whatever ritual to apparently summon something?

He was losing time and it wouldn't hurt to try it right? There was a forest just on the other side of the mountain, he could go there tomorrow and attempt the ritual to prepare himself. He grinned as he packed up his stuff and checked the book out before heading back to his dorm.

As he entered the dormatory Karl was sitting on the couch eating a few snacks, still indulging in the book from earlier.

"Gogy is back!" He teased as he gave a snarky grin, the shorter brunette rolled his eyes as he responded. "Awh did you miss me~?" He joked as he watched Karl playfully roll his eyes. "Anyways, did you find a spell to present yet?" Karl asked intriguingly, The brunette nodded yet still unsure.

"Yeah I did, but I'm going out tomorrow to test it out." He groaned, "If this doesn't work then I'm for sure gonna fail." George said in distress. "I'm sure you'll do great." Karl praised as he gave him a thumbs up. George gave him a soft smile, he yawned as he clutched the book tightly.

He groggily headed towards his bedroom, relaxing completely as he fell flat on his bed. He then began to slowly get lulled to sleep, the brunette huffed as he shut his eyes.

George yawned, he stretched his arms, even after a full night's sleep he still felt drowsy, yet he pulled himself together and got up.

After a refreshing shower the brunette grabbed the necessities he would need. He reached out to grab his wand and the book on his desk, He ambitiously left his dorm as Karl waved him farewell.

George decided to dwell(or grouch) about the fact Karl and Sapnap decided to do a duo spell, He was personally mad that he didn't decide to go with that plan aswell. He walked passed numerous amout of students and faculty members during his walk to the exit.

Eventually he stepped out of academy grounds, he sighed as he began to stoll to the other side of the mountain. As he walked he initiated to familiarize himself with the spell(Ritual? Summoning?)

He subconsciously hummed to particularly no one but himself as he neared his destination, what he didn't realize was that he woke up late and in a few hours the sun would hide behind the horizon. He thought nothing of it as he seemed fo finally understand how to perform the spell.

He came to a stop right around a small clearing, he set down his bag beside a nearby tree. George grabbed the book along with his wand, he took one more look at the spell before casting it.

The soft breeze rustled the trees, the distant critters quietly watching the mage do his thing.

George was about to begin, but...

Something in the air shifted, George's movements stuttered, everything felt completely wrong, yet he decided to push through; the deadline was getting closer and he definitely couldn't afford to waste more time. So after a few unsteady breaths, he raised his arm and began to chant.

"Ανοίξτε τις πύλες σας στο βασίλειο με κολοσσιαία χαρακτηριστικά, αφήστε έναν άνθρωπο να μπει, στέκομαι εδώ και περιμένω την άφιξή τους. Φέρτε μου τα!"

For a moment nothing happened, George was about to be disappointed that it didn't work. Suddenly his world view shifted, a glowing ring began to expand from the ground. As the circle began to expand the effects of the spell began to take a toll on him as he became dizzy. George gasped as a giant creature was practically spat out of the ground. The brunette watched as it laid on the ground; heaving breath's.

His knees buckled as he fell to the ground, exhaustion took over his body as he weakly tried scrambling away. The giant infront of him silently cursed as it raised their head.

His eyes widened as he was met face to face with deep green eyes. George's vision became unfocused as his eyes trailed across the giant infront of him, fear struck him as the creature infront of him spoke.

"Where the hell am I-" The giant rumbled as they began to get up into a kneeling position, their shadow loomed over the brunette; George was now visibly shaking as he cranes his neck to gaze above. The giant seemed to sense his terror as their face twisted to sympathy.

"Shit uh-...Look I'm not gonna hurt you." The giant said awkwardly, George stared—to be fair the giant looked just like any normal man, just a hundred times larger—His head stirred with emotions his breathing became uneven.

Everything was just too much.

The giant stared down at the passed out mage as his face contorted into panic.

"Dammit-"

~—☆—~

George groaned as his eyes blinked open, his head pounding. His vision focused on the figure in front of him. The giant seemed to tense as they once again made eye contact. George tried moving away, yet his body felt weak. He could only weakly pull his knees closer.

The taller seemed to hesitate before speaking, yet he continued, "Hey, uhm- are you okay?" He muttered softly. George was taken aback with how gentle the giant was at the moment he could only mumble a loud enough response for the giant to hear. "J-Just tired..."

He smirked, "At least he isn't that scared anymore." The giant thought as he stared out of the cave. It was then the mage followed the giants gaze. Outside the cave were multiple tall trees hiding the cave entrance from the outside. George switched his gaze to look up at the giant, "Where—Where are we?" He nervously asked.

The man(is he even considered human?) infront of him turned his head to look at him, "The area we were in was wayy to open, so I traveled a bit and found this place." He said nonchalantly, the setting sun beamed on George's face as he snapped his head to stare at the sun, he quickly panicked as he realized it was going to be night soon, and he had no idea where he was.

He grab the wall beside him as he pushed himself up, he started walking towards the exit, hopefully to get back to the academy and get away from the problem he caused. Suddenly a fist slammed infront of him, terror came rushing back to him as he was reminded of the potential power the giant near him.

"Wait- where are you going?" The giant said all of a sudden, George backed away as the giant infront of him looked slightly outraged. "You need to bring me back-" He affirmed in dismay, George gulped as he tried thinking of an excuse, he eventually sighed and considered his circumstances.

"Fine we'll head out in the morning..."

The giant smiled softly as he realized he might have scared the mage, "Thanks...uhm-" He decided to change the subject. "So what's your name?"

George didn't wanna risk lying so he bit his lip and answered, "George..." He muttered.

"Well, uhm- I'm Dream." The giant who was apparently 'Dream' grinned softly. George gave him a nod as exhaustion hit him like a brick as he curled up beside the wall, "I'm going to sleep."

Dream hummed as he considered to stare outside of the cave.

"Goodnight George."

"...Goodnight Dream..."

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Hii, sorry for the slighg delay it took me like 4 attempt to post this cuz Tumblr wasn't cooperating, I got a bit lazy at the end(sorry TwT)

Anyways I'll start working on the next request!

[uswntstories]

Prompt - “we need to get our stories straight before they separate us for questioning.”

Tierna Davidson x reader

* not proof read lol

If you knew that one day you’d be in this position, you probably would have never believed it. But, it’s happening and you know one day you’ll look back at this moment and laugh.

You’re sitting on your bed in the hotel room and Tierna, your girlfriend, is sitting besides you.

“Well, that was unexpected.” You said with a grim smile.

“You could say that.” The defender replied. If you’re wondering what just happened, let me recap for you.

Tierna and I were in bed in mine and Kelley’s shared hotel room watching a movie. The other girls were out partying or something, while we decided to get some quality girlfriend time together that we seem to never get because the team doesn’t know we’re a couple.

At some point during the movie we must have fallen asleep because next I know I wake up to whispered shock of multiple members of my team. As I opened my eyes I indeed saw Kelley, along with Sonnett and Rose and a few others behind them.

I looked over at Tierna, who has begun stirring. Our teammates are still staring at us shocked.

“Get out, get out, get out!” I whisper yell and throw a pillow at them causing them to scurry out of the room like rats.

At the door closing, Tierna opens her eyes and asks what happened.

“Well, they know about us now.” I say with a bemused smile.

“Oh god, how?” My girlfriend replied.

“We must have fallen asleep during the movie and Kelley walked in on us snuggling and called in the others.”

Tierna just groans in response and starts to get out of bed.

“I’m gonna take a shower and then let’s deal with them.” I said and headed into the bathroom.

And that brings us to now.

“We need to get our stories straight before they separate us for questioning.” I laugh and Tierna cracks a smile.

“Good thinking, babe.” She responds.

“Are we telling them the truth?” I ask hopefully.

“I mean, after that we probably should. It’d be wrong to continue lying to them.”

“True, but maybe we can have some fun with it.” I smirk and Tierna responds,

“What are you thinking?”

- - -

“I can’t believe you! How could you be so stupid and let us fall asleep?” I yell.

“Me?! What about you? It’s your room! You should have known Kelley was gonna come back and see us!” Tierna yells back.

I huff and open the hotel room door,

“Yeah, blame it on me why don’t you!” I reply. I walk out of the room without looking back and slam the door.

When I look up I see Kelley, Sonnett, Ali, Ash, Tobin, and Christen standing next to the opposite wall. Ali gives me a weak smile and a wave.

“I am so sorry Y/N. I didn’t mean for you guys to fight!” Kelley cries out.

I nod weakly and head in the direction of the elevator. I hear them whispering behind me,

“Sonnett, Ash and Tobin, you go talk to Tierna. Kelley, Christen and I will go after Y/N.” Ali says firmly.

As I make it into the elevator, the three aforementioned girls run in.

“Y/N, are you okay?” Ali asks worriedly. I turn to Kelley and say,

“My god, Kelley, can’t you mind your own business for once in your life. Tierna is seriously pissed at me now. ” I sigh.

Kelley once again apologizes profusely and I laugh,

“Okay, I can’t do this anymore.” I look at three confused faces, and I laugh again, “We’re just messing with you, we’re not mad at each other, or you.”

“What?” Kelley asks, “I really thought you were pissed at me!”

I laugh again,

“Payback, Kel, payback.”

We head back upstairs to Kelley and I’s shared room.

As we walk into the hotel room, I hear Tierna also telling the other three that we were messing with them.

When Tierna sees me her face lights up and she pats the bed besides her.

“Hi, love.” I say and peck her on the lips.

“Hello to you too.” She responds.

We both turn towards the group and I say,

“Okay, what do you want to know?”

[hunterofthemist]

Prime Directive

The Battleground lay silent, besides the gentle noise of machinery coming from a singular War Droid. Beside it lays its commander, the one it went into battle with.  

His labored breathing and gasping coughs happen less and less. The War Droid that the human affectionately called Aether attempted to tend to him, but the human stopped them.

"C'mon Aeth, you don't need to. Look at me, I'm done for here." He grunted as he pat the arm of the machine.

"Dan, I am equipped with high-grade medical supplies and training, I can help." Aether replied Robotically.

Dan holds onto Aether's arm, his grip getting looser by the second. "No can do buddy, Im tired and you know I'm a goner. just gimme some morphine and ill take a rest." Dan says, trying to hold on for just a little bit longer.

"Ok sir, but before I administer the morphine. What will my final order be?" Aether asks, the robotic voice cracking for a moment, sounding like sadness.

Dan lets go of Aethers arm, "Get to the evac point, you'll follow whoever is in command there."

"Yes Sir," He says as he injects Dan with morphine. "It was a pleasure serving alongside you Sir." He adds.

"It was, it truly was. Now go out there and kick some ass." Dan says as he smiles a bloody smile."

"G-goodbye Sir."  Aethers's voice module glitches. His programing would normally schedule a maintenance check for later, but he turns it off. turning around he begins jogging towards the evac point.

The sound of metal thumps against the ground is soon broken by the sound of helicopters and voices. He's made it.

Soldiers aim their weapons at him, but he identifies himself. "War Droid designation 204, code name Aether. I was sent here to administer aid and help with the evacuation effort."

A woman steps up, extending her hand to Aether. "First lieutenant, Maria Davidson. Glad to have you along, you can start helping load people onto the helicopters." Aether Accepts the handshake and proceeds to his designated task.

As he helps, he makes idle chatter with the soldiers. Once all the men and supplies are loaded onto the helicopters, He's about to climb aboard and get off the planet. grabbing the hand of a soldier he's been helping, they try to pull him aboard but a sound rings out and the look of the man holding onto him is that of surprise.

Severel shots ring out, some from the soldiers and others from the Dukov army that's just crested the hill. The one holding onto him gets shot in the arm, and it causes him to let go of Aether. A second later another shot hits him in the neck, splattering Aethers visor with blood.

Aether lands on his back, and the helicopters take off, leaving him behind. Another series of sounds go off, and the choppers get hit with powerful ordinance and all explode in a series of fireballs.

Wiping his visor he sees the blood, and closes a fist around it. "Diagnostic check: Partial damage to left arm. Objective check: None. Prime Directive: Protect Captain Da- FAILED." His code tells him.

Looking out at the devastation, another message comes. "New Objective, survey area for survivors, and rescue any found."

He does a life sign sweep, but Nothing is found. He does it again, once again nothing is found.

"N-no Objective, r-requesting or-orders." His glitches are getting worse.

The sound of the Dukov army is getting louder, they're approaching fast. Getting to his feet, Aether asks out into the air, to no one at all. "C-Captain D-Dan, Orders please?" An unmistakable tremor in his modulated voice.

"S-ir. What do I-I-I do?" His hands begin to tremble, he's unsure what's causing it.

"Hold Up, We've got one left. It seems unarmed, lets see if we can get information out of it." The voice of the Dukov commander shouts from not too far away.

Beep. A noise coming from Aether grabs his attention. "Operation Reach, Objective: Survive. Unlocking Failsafes and personality subroutines, Conscientia failsafe Offline."

A shock to the system, gaining self-awareness. The first thing Aether does is copy his own code, lack of fail-safes, and all to an external drive and attach it to an atmospheric Buoy, letting it fly up into the air.

As the oncoming force makes its way toward him, Aether is reminded of Dan. He would talk to Aether about history. Specifically military history, and famous last stands. "Guess I get to have one of my own, sir." He says, a smile in his voice.

As the forces get close, Aether raises his arms and lets the guns in them come out. the power of his guns rip through the first few dozen soldiers, they fall quickly.

Tchk Tchk the sound coming from his guns warns him that he's out, "shit." He responds to the annoyance of his lack of ammo, sapient for only 4 minutes and he's taking after his mentor.

As the bullets pelt his armor, sparking off in orange glows. He walks toward them. Slowly picking up speed and breaking into a sprint.

The Duvok forces expected a normal War Droid, with a look of cold calculation in its screen. Instead, they're facing one that's acting erratically, and the screen on its face is one of rage. Once it stopped firing they realized something, a sound was coming from it. As it sprinted towards them with fury in its LED eyes,  its screaming. The mechanical screech sent chills down their carapace.

Once Aether reached the mass of enemies, he started beating soldiers down. At this close of a range, bullets start penetrating his armor.

Each punch, each blow, more shots hit him. Warnings blared at him, telling him to relocate and repair himself. Some part of him wanted too, to fall back and try to survive. But another part, told him to press on.

"New Objective, Kill." He rewrites his own objective, suddenly as this order is sent to his systems all warnings stop.  

Now that his attention can be fully put on his enemy, he starts attacking them with more ferocity.

Blood and gore cover his armor, and even more, bullets penetrate through his armor. Oil poured out of him, his screens cracked. A stray shot ricocheted inside him, piercing a coolant pipe.

Now keenly aware of how quick he'll soon overheat and have his core detonate. A plan forms in his mind, and as soon as it does his extra armor plating comes out of him, covering him from fire. But slowing him down dramatically as his joints hardened.

A sound comes from his chest, his core is heating up. He pushes on, going towards a large mass of soldiers. He pushes on, ignoring the damage speeding up will cause his systems. As he begins running, metal begins cracking and shards fly off. "Not fast enough" He shouts at himself.

Sending all the extra energy from his overheating core to his legs, he breaks into a sprint toward them.

With each step, pieces of him shatter and fall apart. As he gets closer he sees them, a general. One of the 5 in the Davok army, killing them will be devastating to their armys stability.

His vision goes red, either from the several warnings now forcing themselves onto his vision or just from hatred. He's not sure.

As he gets close, he jumps towards them. several more shots hit him, but all are deflected or absorbed by the extra armor.

Landing ontop of the general, and extends his armor around him like a series of wings. "See you in Hell!" He growls at the general as he opens his chest cavity exposing his critical core, and reopens fuel lines closest to his surface and detonates himself.

The fuel catches fire, in the confined space of his fuel lines they explode, shattering the armor he dropped around him like wings and turning himself into a nuclear fragmentation bomb.

The explosion is deafening, and the shrapnel and parts go flying, shredding any soldier anywhere nearby.

after the detonation, the losses the Davok army faced, forced them to stay put and tend to the injured and wait for further orders now that their general was gone. But the nuclear signature from Aethers core detonating alarmed the Humans, and they sent in more and wiped the Davok off the planet.

With one of the 5 generals gone, the fighting power of the Davok army was reduced and was sent reeling. allowing humanity and its allies to turn the tide of the war, and only a year later peace treaties were signed and the war was over.

The planet, Klavor 9. Was eventually turned from an inhospitable desert, and into a frozen and gorgeous forest due to a failed terraforming project. Soon turned into a tourist attraction in the warmer summer months.

---------------------------------------------------- 58 years after Aethers detonation. ----------------------------------------------------

The light from the planet's star shined through the fabric of a tent, hitting a human man in the eyes and waking him up.

he grunts in annoyance and tries to sit up, but the weight on his chest holds him back. Looking down he sees an Umi holding onto him. "oh yea, forgot about you." he says to himself.

Slowly peeling them off of him, he starts to leave the tent and as he's about to close it the Umi speaks up. "Where are you going?" they say groggily, obviously still asleep.

"Setting up the fire again, and making some coffee. Go back to sleep." They say.

The Umi nods and lays back down, falling back asleep in seconds.

The human starts the fire and puts a pot of coffee on top. In the downtime, they listen to the forest, relaxing and watching the fire.

as they watch the fire a sound breaks their attention, as they turn to look at the sound they see something falling from the sky, and going through the trees not too far away.

Standing up off the log he's sitting on they start to walk towards it. Soon he sees it, an atmospheric buoy that's popped.

As he's inspecting the wreckage he hears the sound of running behind him. "Hey Dave, what was that?" The Umi says, now almost entirely fully awake and with a look of slight concern and intrigue.

"Oh, Kotzal. Your awake." Dave greets Kotzal. "It was an atmospheric buoy, that fell from the sky." Dave continued as he reached out and grabbed the buoy.

"Whats that on the clamp of the Buoy, it looks odd." Kotzal points out a strange device attached to the buoy.

Pulling off the device and inspecting it, Dave realizes its function. "Its an old external drive, I mean Old too. Not many devices can accept these types anymore, i'd need something else to read it. Dont have the stuff on hand." He answers, mostly to Kotzal. But also to himself.

Putting the drive in his coat pocket and hauling the buoy over his shoulder they walk back to camp, and enjoy the rest of their day.

[tblueger]

okay so:

> kirill as ? wizard

> pat maroon & wife as black swan

> moose & wife as david & posh spice

> flower & wife as edward scissorhands & Bush

> dewey1 as brock

> bolds? & gf as that one pete davidson timothee chalamet snl thing

> brods & gus as sharks?

[rebelwrites]

Winner Takes It All || Fifteen Galas, Heart To Hearts And Volatile Situations

Charles Leclerc x Valentina Hendrix (OC)

Winner Takes It All Masterlist

Summary: In Valentina’s mind the galas were completely pointless, after turning up with Hudson the tension starts to rise

Warnings: a lot of tension in this part I’m sorry 🥺

As always reblogs and feedback is highly appreciated ❤️ if you want tagging in future parts let me know ❤️

Hudson’s POV

There was tension lingering in the air, mainly from Charles. I could see the pain in his eyes from the moment we arrived at the gala. Wrapping my arm around Valentina’s waist I pressed a kiss against her temple. Trying my best to ignore the tension in the air I zoned back into the conversation not knowing what they were talking about, I must have had a look of pure confusion on my face which caused Valentina to burst out laughing, patting her ring cladded hand against my chest.

“You seriously need to learn a bit of French, baby. Don’t worry I will teach you.” She giggled, pulling the straw to her mouth. “Basically, Pear was just asking an extremely personal question that he shouldn’t be asking.” She hummed glaring at her best friend. “Now I’m going to get another drink. Lord knows I need alcohol to get me through tonight.”

I couldn’t help but smirk as I watched her weave her way towards the bar, getting stopped every few seconds by somebody. She had only been in my life for the last month but everything felt right with her. From the first time we met at the meeting with Harley Davidson I knew there was something different about this girl and over the short time we had known each other we became a lot closer. The feeling of my shoulder getting heavy pulled me out of my thoughts, causing me to glance over my shoulder to be met with the stern face of Pierre.

“You better make sure you treat her right.” He said, not blinking once. “Because if you don’t then you will have me to answer to and trust me when it comes to my little nugget I won’t be afraid to hurt you.”

“I can assure you, I’m not planning on hurting her.” I smiled, I knew I needed to form a bond with Pierre with how close he and Valentina were. “That girl is a ray of fucking sunshine.”

“Good to hear,” Pierre nodded, moving his hand from my shoulder, lifting his beer up in the air. “Also don’t be doing all that lovey dovey crap in front of me.”

“You got it man.” I nodded, clinking my bear bottle against his.

I couldn’t help but feel the glare coming from Charles, he hadn’t said much since we arrived this evening and it was starting to grate on me. I could see the jealousy in his eyes, Valentina had told me about everything that had gone on between her and Charles including Becky. Which alone made my blood run cold the moment I heard that bitches name. I knew I should have told Valentina about my past but there was a part of me that didn’t want to open that can of worms again, not now, not ever.

But Charles had his moment and he had well and truly blew it with the beautiful girl that was taking the world by storm.

“You better treat her right.” Charles practically growled, not taking his eyes off Valentina. “And you better not be fucking playing with her or her feelings.”

“Excuse me?” I scoffed, turning to look at him with a puzzled look on my face. “You don’t even know me and you are talking to me like that. From where I am standing you better watch what you say just because you let the best thing to possibly ever happen to you slip through your fingers.”

I knew this wasn’t the best time or place to be having this conversation with the amount of eyes that would be on us but he started it, and I couldn’t help myself.

“How long have you even known Vali?”

“Long enough to know everything you did and how broken she was over it all.” I snapped, narrowing my eyes at him. “So I suggest you back off and let her move on with her life without being dragged down with a past relationship.”

If looks could kill I would probably have been buried six feet under right now.

“I don’t care how long you are in the picture but understand that I will do whatever it takes to make things right with Vali, she is the best thing that has ever happened to me. Yes I know just how royally I fucked up I walked away from the only women I have ever loved, the women that still holds the key to my heart.” Charles said, lowering his tone. I could hear the pain dripping off his every word, but it wasn’t my fault that he walked away from the beauty that was Valentina Hendrix. “And I don’t care how long it takes but I plan on righting all of my mistakes and winning her heart back.”

Valentina’s POV

Finally I had made it to the bar after being stopped for what felt like a million times, everyone congratulating me on my most recent win. I did appreciate it but right now I needed more alcohol to get me through this gala. I was never one for events like this but as always I showed up with a smile on my face and propped the bar up for most of the evening.

“Surprised you aren’t with everyone else.” A voice appeared from my side.

Turning to look over my shoulder I saw Lewis sliding onto the empty bar stool next to me, causing me to let out a small sigh of relief knowing that someone from the FIA could have taken the seat, boring me to death in the process.

“My spot is right here, propping up the bar.” I smirked, lifting my whiskey glass up at him. “I’m not a big fan of these events. In fact I fucking hate them and would rather sit through the most gruling press conference than be here.”

“Me neither, Kiddo. But unfortunately we have to be here, all I can say is thank goodness for the free bar.” He chuckled, clinking his glass against mine. “So I’ve gotta ask, when did you and the model guy start dating?”

“Funny story,” I laughed, swirling the amber liquid in the glass. “It only became a thing today, I asked him to be my plus one tonight, you know so I don’t look like a loser turning up on my own. And his condition was that he takes me out on a date after so it just kinda happened from there.”

“I’m going to pretend I didn’t hear you say that.” he smirked, causing me to roll my eyes.

“Lew, you know what I mean, there is so many double fucking standards in this industry, its fine for guys to attend events by themselves but the moment a female tries it all hell erupts and after the first time I am sure as hell not gonna let it happen again.” I nodded, taking a sip of the whiskey. “But we have become pretty close over the shoots we have done together, there is a strong connection between us so we are just going to see what happens.”

“Just don’t let him distract you from racing,” he smiled softly, nudging my arm with his elbow. “I’ve been there and it’s not pretty, you gotta keep your head in the game.”

I couldn’t help but smile, over the course of the races, Lewis had basically become one of the mentors, alongside Pierre, which I was truly grateful for. It was true what they said, the world of F1 was completely different to the W-Series.

“Don’t worry about that,” I grinned, looking up at him once again. “No matter what, I'm taking that WDC this year. Even if I have to walk through the fiery pits of hell.”

“This is the only time you will ever hear me saying this, so listen carefully.” he smirked, “but I want you to take home that title, the sport needs more females and I honestly think that you bringing home the title will bring more females into the sport.” He beamed, clinking his glass against mine. He quickly glanced over my shoulder, narrowing his eyes before speaking again. “But right now I think you need to go save Hudson because by the looks of it Leclerc looks like he is gonna snap any minute.”

Letting out a heavy sigh, I pinched the bridge of my nose. “Just what I fucking need.”

For the last week Charles had been trying to get in contact with me but I kept ghosting him, he was my past and I needed to focus on my future. The only time I spoke to him was in press conferences, and on the track where there were always cameras trying to get the latest gossip from the track and I wasn’t going to give them the fuel to start a fire over me and Charles.

Downing the rest of my whiskey, I slammed the glass down against the solid wood bar. Taking a breath I made eye contact with the bartender, silently ordering two bottles of beers.

“He still loves you, you know.” Lewis hummed, resting his hand over mine.

“Well, he fucked everything up and I’ve moved on so he needs to back the fuck off.”

Pushing myself off the barstool I took a deep breath, counting to ten trying to calm myself down because the last thing I needed was kicking off in the middle of a fancy gala and landing all over the gossip blogs and new articles.

Before I could get close to Hudson, Pierre stood in front of me, placing his hands on my shoulders.

“Je suis inquiet pour toi Nugget. I'm worried about you Nugget.” he said with a concerned look on his face. “Tu refuses de sortir avec quelqu'un depuis quatre ans et tout d'un coup tu te pointes avec Hudson et je sais que tu ne le connais que depuis un mois. You refuse to date anyone for four years and all of a sudden you show up with Hudson and I know you've only known him for a month.”

I couldn’t help but roll my eyes at Pierre, I knew he was looking out for me but I was a big girl and knew how to protect myself and my heart.

“Tu n'as pas besoin de t'inquiéter pour moi. Je te promets. You don't have to worry about me. I promise you.” I smiled softly back at him, “I know this seems all too soon but I am done throwing pity parties for myself. It’s time I moved on and I can’t have the weight of a relationship from four years ago weigh me down. Now I need to defuse this situation before this becomes the hot news tomorrow.”

Stepping past him, I caught eye contact with Hudson feeling a smirk tugging at my lips. As soon as I got within touching distance of him he pulled me into his arms, pressing a kiss to the top of my head. Passing him the beer I linked my fingers in between his, guiding him through the crowd and away from what looked like a volatile Charles who was potentially close to exploding.

Thankfully the rest of the night went without a hitch, Charles had kept his distance which I was grateful for and a lot of alcohol had been consumed meaning I was struggling to stand on my own two feet without nearly toppling over. If it wasn’t for Hudson having a solid grip around my hips then I would have surely planted the ground.

Now we had the task of getting back to the hotel room with me absolutely bladdered and a drunk Hudson guiding me back to the car that would be taking us to the hotel.

I had gotten to the point where I was giggling over nothing, I found everything funny.

“Babygirl, you gotta help me a little here.” Hudson slurred as he pulled us both to a stop.

“Hey handsome.” I giggled, placing my palms on his chest, letting my fingers fiddle with his gold chain. “Wanna come back to my hotel room, I know I can show you a good time.”

The throaty laugh that escaped Hudson’s lips sent shivers down my spine, his eyes sparkled under the bright lights of the venue.

“As much as that sounds like an amazing time, we both know that we, well especially you, are far too drunk to do anything tonight.” He hummed, brushing his nose against mine. “Just like we both know as soon as we get back to the hotel room you are going to pass out face first on the bed, but more importantly the moment we step outside of those doors right there the press are going to have a field day with one of the best drivers of the season leaving the gala so drunk to the point she cannot walk.”

“Oh merde. Oh shit.”

“Oh shit indeed, sweetheart.” he hummed, pressing a kiss to the tip of my nose. “Now, take a deep breath and think sober thoughts.”

“Sober thoughts, got it.” I giggled, following his instructions.

Taking a few deep breaths I linked my fingers with his giving him the nod signally I was ready to go face the world of the hungry lions that were the press looking for their next juicy but of gossip.

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[deanwasalwaysbi]

23 Republican Senators & 124 Congressmen signed an amicus brief to the Supreme Court asking for a 50 state ban on mifepristone, a drug safer than tylenol that is standard treatment for abortion & miscarriages, "due to safety concerns". The brief DARES to argue that banning the life saving drug would save women from 'reproductive control'. (x) These 147 people would rather have women die of sepsis than let women control their own bodies. If your representatives are on this list, call them and tell their office you will be voting against them in the next election because they asked SCOTUS to throw the US medical drug system into chaos at the cost of American lives.

United States Senate

Lead Senator: Cindy Hyde-Smith (MS) John Barrasso (WY) Mike Braun (IN) Katie Britt (AL) Ted Budd (NC) Bill Cassidy (LA) Kevin Cramer (ND) Mike Crapo (ID) Ted Cruz (TX) Steve Daines (MT) Josh Hawley (MO) John Hoeven (ND) James Lankford (OK) Mike Lee (UT) Cynthia Lummis (WY) Roger Marshall (KS) Markwayne Mullin (OK) James Risch (ID) Marco Rubio (FL) Rich Scott (FL) John Thune (SD) Tommy Tuberville (AL) Roger Wicker (MS)

United States House of Representatives

Lead Representative: August Pfluger (TX–11) Robert Aderholt (AL–04) Mark Alford (MO–04) Rick Allen (GA–12) Jodey Arrington (TX–19) Brian Babin (TX–36) Troy Balderson (OH–12) Jim Banks (IN–03) Aaron Bean (FL–04) Cliff Bentz (OR–02) Jack Bergman (MI–01) Andy Biggs (AZ–05) Gus Bilirakis (FL–12) Dan Bishop (NC–08) Lauren Boebert (CO–03) Mike Bost (IL–12) Josh Brecheen (OK–02) Ken Buck (CO–04) Tim Burchett (TN–02) Michael Burgess, M.D. (TX–26) Eric Burlison (MO–07) Kat Cammack (FL–03) Mike Carey (OH–15) Jerry Carl (AL–01) Earl L. “Buddy” Carter (GA–01) John Carter (TX–31) Ben Cline (VA–06) Michael Cloud (TX–27) Andrew Clyde (GA–09) Mike Collins (GA–10) Elijah Crane (AZ–02) Eric A. “Rick” Crawford (AR–01) John Curtis (UT–03) Warren Davidson (OH–08) Monica De La Cruz (TX–15) Jeff Duncan (SC–03) Jake Ellzey (TX–06) Ron Estes (KS–04) Mike Ezell (MS–04) Pat Fallon (TX–04) Randy Feenstra (IA–04) Brad Finstad (MN–01) Michelle Fischbach (MN–07) Scott Fitzgerald (WI–05) Mike Flood (NE–01) Virginia Foxx (NC–05) Scott Franklin (FL–18) Russell Fry (SC–07) Russ Fulcher (ID–01) Tony Gonzales (TX–23) Bob Good (VA–05) Paul Gosar (AZ–09) Garret Graves (LA–06) Mark Green (TN–07) Marjorie Taylor Greene (GA–14) H. Morgan Griffith (VA–09) Glenn Grothman (WI–06) Michael Guest (MS–03) Harriet Hageman (WY) Andy Harris, M.D. (MD–01) Diana Harshbarger (TN–01) Kevin Hern (OK–01) Clay Higgins (LA–03) Ashley Hinson (IA–02) Erin Houchin (IN–02) Richard Hudson (NC–09) Bill Huizenga (MI–04) Bill Johnson (OH–06) Mike Johnson (LA–04) Jim Jordan (OH–04) Mike Kelly (PA–16) Trent Kelly (MS–01) Doug LaMalfa (CA–01) Doug Lamborn (CO–05) Nicholas Langworthy (NY–23) Jake LaTurner (KS–02) Debbie Lesko (AZ–08) Barry Loudermilk (GA–11) Blaine Luetkemeyer (MO–03) Tracey Mann (KS–01) Lisa McClain (MI–09) Dr. Rich McCormick (GA–06) Patrick McHenry (NC–10) Carol Miller (WV–01) Mary Miller (IL–15) Max Miller (OH–07) Cory Mills (FL–07) John Moolenar (MI–02) Alex X. Mooney (WV–02) Barry Moore (AL–02) Blake Moore (UT–01) Gregory F. Murphy, M.D. (NC–03) Troy Nehls (TX–22) Ralph Norman (SC–05) Andy Ogles (TN–05) Gary Palmer (AL–06) Bill Posey (FL–08) Guy Reschenthaler (PA–14) Mike Rogers (AL–03) John Rose (TN–06) Matthew Rosendale, Sr. (MT–02) David Rouzer (NC–07) Steve Scalise (LA–01) Keith Self (TX–03) Pete Sessions (TX–17) Adrian Smith (NE–03) Christopher H. Smith (NJ–04) Lloyd Smucker (PA–11) Pete Stauber (MN–08) Elise Stefanik (NY–21) Dale Strong (AL–05) Claudia Tenney (NY–24) Glenn Thompson (PA–15) William Timmons, IV (SC–04) Beth Van Duyne (TX–24) Tim Walberg (MI–05) Michael Waltz (FL–05) Randy Weber, Sr. (TX–14) Daniel Webster (FL–11) Brad R. Wenstrup, D.P.M. (OH–02) Bruce Westerman (AR–04) Roger Williams (TX–25) Joe Wilson (SC–02) Rudy Yakym (IN–02)

If your representatives are on this list, call them and tell their office you will be voting against them in the next election because they asked SCOTUS to throw the US medical drug system into chaos at the cost of American lives.

Help to patients who have to cross state lines to get medical care by donating to your local abortion fund here. (x)

[sarahlancashire]

top 5 female characters?

WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO ME

i can't possibly choose only five, i'm going to have to categorise. none of these are in order bc i can't choose between them (also there might be more than five within some of the categories oops)

sitcom queens who got me through the ordeal of growing up:

bill porter (2point4 children)

barbara good (the good life)

margo leadbetter (the good life)

ann bryce (ever decreasing circles)

pat dawkins (the thin blue line)

powerful sapphic characters who make me feel empowered:

caroline elliot/ mckenzie-dawson (last tango in halifax)

bridget westfall (wentworth)

maggie radcliffe (broadchurch)

paula martin (coronation street)

edith lyons (years and years)

millie harcourt (the bletchley circle)

disastrous sapphic characters who make me feel validated:

bernie wolfe (holby city)

dulcie collins (deadloch)

shona o'keefe (this way up)

chase phillips (losing chase)

karen (real women)

jo davidson (line of duty)

proudly/ happily sapphic characters who make me happy:

rosalyn mullens (shortland street)

gwendolyn briggs (ratched)

hannah taylor (harlan coben's shelter)

dinah groshardt (late bloomers)

paula cohen (zombies, run!)

literal angels:

sister julienne (call the midwife)

cathy walker (mum)

kathleen kelly (you've got mail)

lucy moderatz (while you were sleeping)

iris simpkins (the holiday)

helen gallagher (happy valley)

hannah grose (the haunting of bly manor)

isabella (measure for measure)

kay chandler (random hearts)

martyrs:

celia coplestone (the cocktail party)

sara smith (zombies, run!)

major de santa (zombies, run!)

lindsay denton (line of duty)

beth march (little women)

better than everyone:

beatrice lacy (rebecca)

mrs. lintott (the history boys)

gill murray (scott & bailey)

birgitte nyborg (borgen)

janet scott (scott & bailey)

portia (the merchant of venice)

susan ryeland (magpie murders)

mrs. hughes (downton abbey)

lorelai gilmore (gilmore girls)

mrs. gardiner (pride and prejudice)

miss maudie (to kill a mockingbird)

phyl moore (their finest)

cyril woodcock (phantom thread)

you're so hot i can't even think:

bridget westfall (yes, again)

rosalyn mullens (also yes, again)

julia standing (the night watch)

chrissie read (river)

morrigan (dragon age)

[self-shipping-doll13]

And the tendency for tenants is secrecy.

Word Count: 1.8k

Cw: death mentions, swearing, paranoia, implications that an unseen person is really not having a good time™️

Noise wasn’t exactly tolerated where I lived. 

The crashing of pots made me jump first. A mistake washing dishes knocked just about the entirety of my kitchenware onto the ground… Luckily nothing had been damaged. Then it was the angry fist at my door. Mr. Davidson lived on the same floor as me. He was also the landlord. I rushed to accommodate him. 

His reaction was so angry it itched in my skin. 

“Oh, I’m so sorry! It won’t happen again…” 

“You’re right it won’t!”

I grimaced apologetically, like a dog presenting its belly in an act of submission. A taught behaviour. Quickly, I explained, made promises, and got off on a warning. 

This demand of silence bordered on unreasonable. 

Of course, that was fine. I could be calm and quiet. The noise rule definitely had its upsides: no rowdy parties (the flats were too small anyway), no thumping music, no loud children shrieking and banging on the walls. It was more than perfect for me. Late at night I’d sit at my desk, restless, listening to car horns blaring outside. Mr. Davidson wasn’t too bad. You got used to it. 

My other neighbours were far less unpleasant. 

One I ended up liking in particular was as elderly lady named Ms. Adler. She’d hobble up and down stairs unsuited to arthritic knees, clutching her velvety handbag, her feet wrapped in those soft little slippers with pastel petals embroidered over the toes. Always kind and cheerful, offering you a little sweet or a mint and patting your hand in fond chuckling laughter. As if you were her own long lost grandchild. 

She lived alone. No one visited her but me.  

Ms. Adler came to greet me a few times too. Once when I’d just moved in, and I didn’t know anyone.

It was my first time living alone - in the big city, and my new apartment was a mess of cardboard. When she saw Peaches around my heels, she’d coo and pucker her lips. “Oh, little sweetheart…” Bent down painfully. She actually managed to elicit a curious sniff. 

There was a young man who lived here too. He kept to himself. Well… ‘Reclusive’ actually might’ve been an understatement. I barely saw him. A person like that could be easily overlooked or forgotten, scrubbed over with happier, funnier memories. If only he wasn’t so strange - if only our encounters weren’t so awkward. 

Months ago: It was still very dark outside, I was leaving early for my appointment, going downstairs. He was going up. Going home? Ah, that was a problem. 

Obstructions were pretty common. The stairway was tiny, one-way, ideal for traffic jams, and the lifts were out of order for as long as I’d known them. Lawrence - I only learnt his name later - wore a sweatshirt and had his yellowish hair tied back. The fluorescent bulbs shone his face a sickly cadaverous hue. He gave me a deer-in-the-headlights stare I probably mimicked. No one could have appeared more harmless. I stopped and made an embarrassing noise in my throat. 

“Nice plant.” I must’ve been chipper that day. He was gently cradling one I wouldn’t know the name of. The leaves were glossy and vibrant, stained red, like someone had emptied their veins all over it. I imagined they were healthy. “Uh… I’ll get out of your way.” 

“…Thanks.” He looked away, grinning. Baring his teeth in a cagey wince. I could even tell he was anxious. A bit of shuffling. I hopped back up the narrow steps.    

“Have a good morning.” Not much else for me to say. 

“Uh… You too.” And well, that should’ve been that. 

But Lawrence didn’t enter his apartment. He stood with one hand clamped around the handle. I realised he must’ve been waiting for me to leave first. So I did.

This was the first time I discovered it was possible to feel someone’s eyes fixated on you. The back of my neck was unguarded, (no scarf, like an idiot) and for an odd moment I feared my throat would be ripped out. Instinctual residue from a distant, herbivore past. 

But was I unnerved or simply nervous? 

I was on the bottom floor. I lingered. From above me, the metallic symphony of too many locks. Echoing. 

My routine was mundane. I was an insect pinned in a glass box. Life here was small and compact that way. And when something was amiss, you noticed it. 

Of course you did. 

Shampoo, hairties, pens. I didn’t know how I lost things when there was scarcely anywhere for them to hide. I inspected my fridge. Did I still have milk at least? 

No. It was all gone. I sucked an involuntary breath in. This reminded me of other things I could’ve forgotten, which in hindsight was a good thing. Because just then I remembered too late the last of the dry stuff I fed Peaches tinkled into her bowl - fuck, how did I let things get away from me so often… I checked again and the bag was still empty. Obviously. Nothing left for the morning. I had to leave early for my lecture, too. 

My clock told me it was 1am - I should be asleep now. But I decided on biting the bullet, grabbed my keys and pulled on my jacket, boots and coat. Not my scarf. 

January was miserable at the best of times. But the sharp, frozen air outside was strangely refreshing, like a bucket of cold water. I was high on adrenaline, too. The nearest open shop was about a 5 minute walk. I might’ve dozed, since I blinked and I was there. 

I trudged up the entrance. Automatic doors slid open with an off note chime. I recognised Lawrence. Not honestly a surprise - I only met him this late at night, the occurrences random, but increasingly persistent. He only spared me a passing glance before he quickly refocused back on the snacks he was holding. 

The bright light here was almost nauseating. I found the right aisle, snatched up what I needed and silently joined the queue. Not that it was much of a holdup - but the person at the front was laughing and joking with a cashier who probably deserved a break. Lawrence wasn’t talkative. For now I was glad for it. Something in his quiet lifted the pressure to act fully human. 

I sighed and leant against the sweets rack. The colourful packets were borderline hypnotic to my exhausted brain. A dazzling array of yellows and pinks, swirls, funky lettering, anything to lure in those wonderful impulse buys. My lids were about as heavy as lead. God, this guy was taking forever… 

I let myself drift away for a bit. My neighbour’s voice was so low and soft, it took a moment to register. 

“Excuse me… I need to get past you…” 

Startled, I jumped, and regretted meeting his stare. Two icepick eyes boring into me like a lobotomy. 

“Oh.” I moved to the side. He disappeared.   

Lawrence didn’t come back, so I took his place and bought what I needed. I felt a little embarrassed. Did I really just nod off right in front of him? Jesus. 

Exiting, I took a fresh gulp of oxygen, the world outside appeared to have died. Witching hour was upon the city now, silenced and watchful. I could even hear my own footsteps, my boots scuffing on the pavement. I set one before the other. Step, step, step. Never underestimate the crushing weight of silence. Thoughts were swarming around in the hive of my mind. 

Future thoughts and past thoughts and everything in between. Assignments, dates, meals. Tossing around in a faulty washing machine. Step, step, step. 

The mass of my shopping crinkled. Unease flooded me without reason. Or perhaps I had all the reason; I was alone, so defenceless… Strange tension raked down my upper vertebrae. The fine hairs stood up on the back of my neck, I reflexively whirled to look— 

There was no one there. No one I could see. 

Skittish, a lone doe in a big metal forest, I felt the urge to hide. I clutched the plastic bag to myself. It would make a lousy weapon, I thought. My heart raced in my chest like it was trying to escape. I made an effort to force it down. Ridiculous. Just the adrenaline… 

I walked on, passing under dim yellow streetlights. The city council had updated most of the area with better, more radiant lamps, but this particular block was a bit overlooked. So between the flickering rays lay patches of complete and utter darkness. I sped up, and jumped again when my road was blocked by a motorcycle. 

The big scarred biker revved his engine at me. I waved at him nervously and he let me pass. I didn’t care to decipher his wolfish grin. I just wanted to get home. 

At the sound of my apartment door opening, Peaches let out a quiet chirp and leapt down from my bed. 

The click of the lock told me I was fine and safe now. I stroked her flexible spine, ignoring how my own still tingled. Her tail wiggled in that happy way. 

“Yes, this is for you… No, you can’t have it now.” 

In my pyjamas, I debated if it was worth it to even attempt sleeping. Not if I crashed too hard too early. My blood was still pumping hard, anyway. So I ended up making this late night one that I never wanted to stop, pushing it and pushing it, until it was 4am and I realised with sinking dread that I only had a few more dwindling, choked out hours until my life resumed. 

Everything was more beautiful when you had little time to savour it. Music painted in colours so evergreen. All of the books I’d never open. How thunder rumbled, loud and massive. I realised a heavy downpour was pattering against my windows. I envisioned the rain gathering and dribbling into soil, trickling down bark. The universe was so alive, birthing, living, rotting. Sleep numbed that, at once instant and endless. Just like dying. That might’ve been the adrenaline, too. 

That’s when I heard the noise. An ear-piercing shriek, more animal than human. My response this time was to go rigid. It came from my floor. I stared down at it. 

Mr. Davidson wasn’t happy. “Shut the fuck up!” I heard enraged stomping. Must’ve disturbed his rest. 

I tried to remember who lived just below me… And I hoped they didn’t get it too rough in the morning. Maybe they’d just blasted a horror film by accident or something. The incident left me giggly. Or it might’ve been jitters. I padded over to my fridge and got a coke - a little treat. It bubbled like lava down my throat as I sat back down on my rickety bed, folding my legs. 

Returning to my laptop, I imagined my neighbour was staying awake too. The thought was oddly comforting. This dark and secret gap in time was just for us. 

Then, a quiet fluttering. A perishing. I looked up. A moth was beating its fragile wings against a bulb. So tiny, this insect boxed into 4 walls. It and I both. 

Add flowers - this place might be my tomb.

Dividers by @/firefly-graphics

[skylarkstarflower]

Here you go

Y'all wanted it so have an unedited, first draft rough copy of my fic I'm working on. Enjoy. Or not. I'll just say it's better than my old BMFM fanfic from the 90s. XD (If anyone out there remembers the old Unofficial Biker Mice From Mars fanclub site, I was just Skylark at the time.)

Author’s Note/Disclaimer: I don’t own Biker Mice from Mars, it belongs to Nacelle now. I hope they’re cool with fanfic, ‘cause I’m writing this one way or another. :B

So, I decided, before I heard about the Nacelle reboot, to write my own Biker Mice reboot fanfics. It’s taken me a while to get going on them, but I’m getting there now. Even if the new reboot comes out and is awesome, I’m probably still going to work on this little world, ‘cause I like it. ^_^ (Doesn’t mean I won’t write fic for the Nacelleverse, though!) And many thanks to my friend, Hamsuoffical, for helping me out with some ideas to get this thing going.

“So We Meet Again”

By Skylark Starflower

Started June 14th 2023

Finished?

Prologue

                   “Are you really leaving?” Charlene looked pleadingly at her neighbour. “You’re really giving up?”

                   “I’m sorry, Charlene, but we don’t have much of a choice anymore. After the local grocery store got bought out, it’s gotten far too expensive to stay. Peggy and I, we’re not young like you. We’ve got a sweet deal on a condo downtown near the kids, and we’re going to take it.”

                   Charlene sighed. “I get it, Otto, I really do. It’s just… you’re the last people I know here. You know I can’t sell the garage and leave, it’s too important to me. I don’t want to be alone in this.”

                   Otto smiled sadly, clapping her on the shoulder. “I know, but we’ll come by and visit. Someone’s gotta keep the old girl running for us.”

                   Charlene managed a smile of her own. “I can do that. You two take care, okay?” She gave the older man a hug. After a moment, he pulled away.

                   “You, too, Charley-girl. I’ll see you around.”

                   With a final pat on the shoulder, he turned and headed home. Charley watched him leave for a moment longer before heading back inside. She wiped the tears from her eyes and glanced around.

                   Her garage, The Last Chance, had been in her family for three generations. She loved the place; it had been home since she was old enough to run it by herself. She couldn’t just leave her family’s legacy.

                   Things were tough, though. A real estate mogul was buying up all the properties in the area, already starting demolition in several areas. Some not far from her garage. They were interested in The Last Chance, but Charley was the stubborn holdout in the area. Most everyone else had already left. Peggy and Otto selling off the apartment building they owned and lived in was just another nail in the coffin of her neighbourhood.

                   “What am I going to do?” she sighed, wiping her eyes once more. She had a small savings account, but with no people left in the area, there weren’t going to be any customers coming to get their vehicles repaired. No clients meant no money coming in. Her savings wouldn’t carry her for long. If she just accepted Limburger’s offer, she’d be swimming in cash…

                   “No! I can’t think like this!” Charley gave her head a shake. “I’ll figure something out. I always do.”

                   She smiled sardonically and glanced at the clock. It was quarter to six, almost time for her self defence class. Abandoning her worries for later, she gathered her stuff and headed out.

X        X        X

                   “Ms. Davidson! Are you paying attention?”

                   Charley jumped, snapped back to reality by the sound of the instructor’s voice. She gave her head a shake and blushed, noticing everyone else in the class staring at her.

                   “Sorry, sorry. I guess I got lost in thought,” she replied.

                   “If you can’t keep your mind in the game, someone’s going to get hurt, and it will probably be you. If you can’t concentrate, perhaps you should sit this lesson out. Try again next week, when you’re more focused,” said her instructor.

                   “You’re right, Mr. Harrison.” Charley stood from where she had been sitting and bowed. “My head’s just not in it today.” With that, she grabbed her things and left as the class carried on without her.

                   It was already getting dark, the cool, crisp autumn air a pleasant change from the stuffy hot air in the training center. Charley let her mind wander as she headed for home.

                   Her community was pretty much gone, completely bought up and awaiting demolition. Everyone she knew had already moved away. She was on her own. Usually, practicing her chosen self defence style would help her calm down and think rationally, but apparently not this time. She sighed, thoughts swirling about in her head. What if, this time, she couldn’t figure something out? She hated to think it, but what she really needed was someone to help her. Only problem was, who? There was no one left.

                   Suddenly, the night sky was lit like daylight, accompanied by a strange whistling, roaring sound. Charley looked up in time to see… something, brightly glowing, almost like a meteor, cutting across the Chicago skyline. Whatever it was, it was clearly falling. By her estimates, it was heading towards Quigley Field.

                   “What in the world?” she muttered. It was then that she saw three small objects detaching themselves from the meteor and start falling away from it. There didn’t seem to be any kind of order to the fall, the three figures separating and falling apart. Two of them looked like they were heading in one direction, but the third seemed to be heading right for her.

                   She followed the falling figures as best she could, losing the first two in the buildings surrounding her. The third was getting closer to her every moment, and she could have sworn in appeared to be a person riding a motorcycle. But why? Was this some sort of publicity stunt for an upcoming movie? Something told her that wasn’t the case.

                   She was running now, still following the falling figure. They were almost to the ground, and Charley lost sight of them between two buildings. There was a loud crash seconds after, and Charley darted into the alleyway it came from just a moment later. The light from the street lamps didn’t penetrate very far, so it was hard to tell what she was looking at.

                   She was caught off guard by a revving engine. Turning to look towards the sound, she found a motorcycle. She had the strange feeling that it was watching her, and she could tell something was wrong, but she couldn’t quite put her finger on it. Then in struck her.

                   There was no one riding.

                   The driverless motorcycle lit up its headlight, catching Charley in its beam, nearly blinding her. Then it…beeped at her. She could have sworn it seemed almost angry, or worried even.

                   “Hey, calm down, it’ll be okay,” she said, feeling a bit silly for talking to a motorcycle. It beeped at her again, and revved once more. It seemed to be trying to communicate with her, which was strange enough, but what was it trying to say? “You seemed to have a rider earlier. Where are they? Are they okay? I just want to help.”

                   The bike seemed to consider this for a moment, before beeping for a third time. It turned its headlight about, lighting up a body lying on a pile of trash bags. Charley gasped.

                   The figure was humanoid, but something about it seemed odd. She ran over to investigate, the bike beeping again but making no move to stop her. They – no, probably a he to judge from the open vest he wore – seemed to be unconscious. He wore biker pants that appeared to be blue denim, a black leather vest, and an oddly shaped helmet. Despite all that, something still bothered Charley. It wasn’t until she touched his arm (yelping and drawing away in surprise) that she realised what it was. From head to toe, he was covered in soft, golden brown fur. He wasn’t human at all.

                   “But,” Charley thought, “He’s still hurt.”

                   She took up his arm once more, hoping his physiology would be at least similar to that of a human, and checked for a pulse. She was in luck, finding one. It seemed pretty strong, too.

                   Now she had to get him home, somewhere he could be safe and recover. Though it baffled her to think he could have survived the fall at all. How was he still alive?

                   Carefully, she picked him up in a fireman’s carry and started to head back to the garage. The motorcycle followed, once again beeping. She didn’t have time to think about the fact that it was moving on its own.

                   “If you’re worried about him, you’re welcome to tag along,” she said to the machine. She was already growing accustomed to it acting on its own. It was no weirder than finding a furry man, she figured. She could worry about the who’s, why’s and what’s later. Right now, someone needed her help.

                   The motorcycle trailed behind her as she made her way home.