#streetway

[myrfing]

aw man other than jumping into rf5 for realsies after i get my horis i want to fish in animal crossing again. i do want to redo my town but coughing blood and whatnot

[kamiversee]

➶-͙˚ ༘✶ 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙁*𝘾𝙆 𝙇𝙄𝙎𝙏

✧.* CHAPTER 26 || The Change of Events (Continued)

[ { SYPNOSIS } ] ➤ A tale in which Gojo Satoru blackmails you into seducing a list of people to clear his debt. Sounds easy enough, right?

[ { CHAPTER CONTENT } ] ➤ language & beautifully filthy smut.

[ { WORD COUNT } ] ➤ 3.2k

[ { PAIRINGS } ] ➤ jjk men x f!reader. gojo x f!reader. geto x f!reader. toji x f!reader. choso x f!reader. sukuna x f!reader. nanami x f!reader.

[ [ chapters mlist } ]

——OF COURSE, HE DIDN'T have to tell you twice. You chuckled and happily made your way into the passenger seat of the car after Toji told you he was going to drive further away from the nearby party.

The last thing he wanted was for anyone to see what the two of you were about to do.

You didn't even bother to put a seatbelt on as he drove, your eyes all over the man and admiring how stupidly sexy he was. Toji's eyes are low as he drives down a few streets, making a couple of turns before he gets to a house and goes to back the car in.

For a moment you were confused but when the garage to said house began to open, you realized it was his house he'd taken you to. This surprised you because it meant that Toji only lives a few streetways away from Sukuna.

As he backed his car in, his arm was stretched over to the back of your seat and you just drank in the large muscles visibly against his shirt.

"I didn't know you lived this close to campus, Mr. Fushiguro," You comment casually, having remembered that school was roughly a fifteen-minute drive from this neighborhood.

The area Sukuna lived in versus the area Toji lived in was drastically different, that fact was noticeable based on the kinds of houses on each street.

"Well," He sighs as the car comes to a stop, "You know now."

"Y'know you never answered me when I asked why you were out by yourself and near a college party..." You point out.

"Was' lookin' for my son. He has a friend who lives there," Toji explains.

You tilt your head curiously, "How old is he?"

"Uhhhh..." Toji takes a long moment to recall, "Twelve... I think."

"You think?"

"Yeah, he's twelve." The man confirms, sounding more like he was confirming it to himself.

You nod, "Right... Well, he wasn't there so, where is he?"

"Another friend's house apparently." Toji hums, "Lil' shit didn't tell me anything and just took his bike there."

You chuckle, "Ohhh I see..."

"Anyways," Toji moves to shut the garage door with the same button in his car that he used to open it and then he turns the car headlights off, looking over to you, "Do you wanna go inside or-,"

He stops as he watches you start pulling your hair back out of the way and shifting in your seat. It was sexy the way you shifted so that your knees were in the seat and so that you could turn to face Toji. His eyes widen as you comfort yourself and then lean over the console in between his seat and yours.

"Guess that answers my question..." Toji chuckles slightly, moving to slide his seat back and reclining the upper half ever so slightly to give you space.

Those large thighs of his that you once rode on, part and his hips roll up slightly as he adjusts himself in his seat. Your hands move for his belt, working the item off him with his eyes on you the entire time.

As you do that and then begin to undo his pants, Toji glances over at how your back is arched and how your ass is sticking up, the sight making his dick twitch. Your small fingers are felt brushing over his member while you work his pants out of the way.

Toji bites his lip and returns his gaze down to you. He watches the way your hands tug his boxers down and he lets out a deep and low groan as you pull his cock out.

Your eyes go wide at the sight and your mouth salivates. Again, the urge to suck dick is running strongly through you right now and your body is tingling in arousal.

Okay, you knew Toji had a big dick and you obviously remember the way it felt inside your cunt but good lord when it's right in front of your face it's almost intimidating. Toji's cock is so veiny and fucking thick. You don't know if you should be scared or aroused right now-- maybe both. Maybe scaroused.

That's not a real word but it defines how you feel right now anyway.

You can see the beads of white precum oozing out his tip and sliding down the length of his cock. The sight alone is stimulating, making your pussy clench around absolutely nothing. The fact that this thing had once been inside you is absolutely crazy.

Water wells up in your mouth and you start by simply letting a gallop of spit drip out of your mouth and down to Toji's cock. You watch the way his member twitches at the contact.

Toji tips his head back a little and gets comfortable in his seat, his breathing growing noticeably louder and even a bit heavier before a low hum is heard vibrating against his throat.

Your hand moves to his cock and you start out simple, spreading both your spit and his precum all over his length as you stroke him. Toji's brows are quick to tense up and he grits his teeth at the feeling of your soft and warm hand running up and down his dick.

Your hand jerks him off steadily as you mentally prepare yourself to take him into your mouth. You give his shaft a squeeze and hear a suppressed grunt come from him. The sound of him trying to hold it in makes you smile.

You lean your head down to his tip but angle yourself so that you can look into his eyes as you kiss it. Toji's seat was leaning decently far back so it wasn't too difficult to meet his eyes.

He was gritting his teeth already and breathing through his nose heavily. Toji watches the way your tongue sticks out your mouth and swirls around the entirety of his tip, the sensation making his brows furrow in pleasure for a moment.

"Shit." He curses quietly.

You then go from licking to wrapping your lips around his tip, lazily sucking on it, and getting your tongue used to having him against you. Toji's above you repressing every sound to the best of his ability but when you move to use two hands instead of one, he struggles to contain his groans.

Both sets of fingers curl around his cock and you focus your mouth on his tip, no longer looking at his face and directing your attention to your actions.

"Fuuck." Toji groans deeply, his low voice filling your ears and making your cunt throb.

An idea spurs into your brain and you tip your head to the side again, meeting his eyes for a moment before you pull your mouth off his dick. Your tongue sticks back out and you make him watch the way your wet pink muscle slides in between the slit of his cockhead, gathering what's left of precum onto your tongue.

You then bring yourself up just a little and swallow it down, "Mr. Fushiguro..."

"H-Hmm?" He hums in response.

"Am I..." You go back to using only one hand to jerk him off, "Am I doing this right?"

You know damn well you're doing everything right but something made you want to tease him. Toji scoffs, "Doin' jus' fine, doll. Keep goin'."

You grin and plant another kiss on his tip. Then, you tilt your head and trail kisses down his length up until you get to the base, to which you then stick your tongue out and drag it all the way back up.

Toji bites his lower lip and instinctively moves a hand to the top of your head, casually urging your lips back over his tip and clearly ready for you to take him into your mouth. Your teasing licks were driving him insane so he worked his large hand through your hair and gripped it lightly.

As he did so, you finally took him into your mouth. Toji tosses his head back immediately, "Aagh, fuck... that's it, atta' girl..." He encourages, words going straight to your sex.

The second he began entering your mouth, you grew eager to stuff your throat with as much of him as you could, regardless of whether or not you'd gag and or possibly choke. You removed your hand from him and used only your mouth, taking as much of his inches as you could.

"God damn-," Toji grunts, his eyes flickering to the wet warmth of your mouth. His head rolls back into place and he watches as you start bobbing your head up and down on his cock.

His breathing stutters while he watches you, seeing how his dick disappears into your mouth and feeling your soft hums vibrate against him. Toji's hips unconsciously jolted upward into your mouth, forcing his cock a bit deeper.

You gag only a little, the sound of it echoing throughout his car. A little whine follows your gag, making Toji smirk.

The hand on top of your head pushes you down and he does it again, jerking his hips up and this time causing the tip of his cock to hit the back of your throat, "You wanted' to suck me off so bad..." He hums, "At least go all the way down. Take every inch..." Toji groans a little after his last statement.

He was challenging you and you were far too horny to allow him to test you. So, you moved to put your hand over his and urge him to force your face even further down.

He chuckles, "Damn whore..." Toji then feels the way you swallow around him and try to contain your gagging.

His hand gripped onto a chunk of your hair and he began moving you up and down his cock, forcing you to suck him properly and using your mouth like a fucking cock sleeve. You quickly start to moan around his shaft as he manhandles you, feeling your pussy leak with arousal.

Toji shoved your head down and thrust up a bit harder than he meant to, his tip knocking into the back of your throat and making you choke. The sensation goes straight to his balls, making his jaw drop a little.

"Such a greedy slut-, a-aagh... fuuuck..." Toji moans, his head going back once more.

Your eyes roll to the back of your head a bit every time your lips reach the base of his cock, sloppy gagging and choking noises filling the entirety of his car as he continues to push and pull your mouth up and down his length.

Toji can feel his abs clenching every time your throat tightens around him, hearing your poor little moans and feeling how they vibrate against him, "Doin' so good... oh shiit... fuckin' throat feels so good around my cock."

"Mmmgh..." You moaned against him, leading Toji to flash a lustful smile.

Your gaze was growing hazy as water glossed over them. He was being so aggressive and you loved it. The stimulation you got from feeling his girth ram up into your mouth was like no other.

For a moment, Toji relaxes his hips from thrusting up into your mouth and focuses on bobbing your head down on him. You suck him eagerly and even continue as his hand suddenly moves away from you.

You begin to twist your head a bit as you throat his length, saliva escaping out the corners of your mouth and filthy dick-sucking noises filling the air.

Abruptly, you feel a large hand come down on your ass and you pull your mouth off his dick with a pop. The sound of the smack is loud within the vehicle.

Toji grabs the fat of your ass, toying with it in his hands before moving to tug your dress up. The fabric bundles up around your waist, revealing coordinating lace panties beneath.

Toji bites his lip at the sight before looking down at you, panting and trying to catch your breath. "Why'd you stop?" He questions, giving your ass another smack.

Your body jumps a little at the contact and you grin, "N-Needed to b-breathe..." You huff out.

His palm rubs over the area of your ass he just slapped and he gives you another squeeze, "Keep goin'." Toji says.

You suck in one last deep breath of air before sinking your head back down. His cock enters your mouth again and he hums approvingly. You went back to bobbing your head up and down his length until two fingers suddenly pressed against your underwear, feeling along your slick cunt through the fabric.

You gag on Toji and he groans, "Aagh... take it jus' like that, take my fuckin' cock," He encourages, feeling the way your cunt twitches against his fingers. He smiles, "Y'like when I talk to you, huh?"

"M-Mhmmm..." You hum as best as you can in response.

Toji's fingers rub a slow circle over your sex, feeling your wetness coat his digits even through the fabric of your panties. He scoffs, "You got this wet from suckin' me off? F-Fuck..."

As best as you can, you wiggle your hips into his touch, trying to give your cunt more friction against his fingers. The sensation makes you dizzy with satisfaction, nearly on the verge of an orgasm due to all the buildup from this night.

When you pull up, you decide to suck him all the way in as you go down again, inhaling in a deep breath and opening up the back of your throat before sliding back down. Toji moans filthy as you suddenly deepthroat his cock, his free hand moving to the top of your head.

He applies light pressure, enough to keep you still, "S-Stay like that for a sec'.... F-Fuck..." Toji moans again, the sound a bit more pitched and airy than he liked.

Your throat is being stretched by his thick cock and water is spilling from the corners of your eyes and drool is leaking down to your chin. As you hold yourself there for as long as you can, you feel Toji's fingers move your underwear to the side and then suddenly thrust two of his fingers in.

You choke around his dick, the sensation making him groan loudly before your head flies up off him. Spit and tears run down your face as you start coughing a bit, Toji's fingers thrusting knuckle deep into you.

"Oh fuck-," You gasp, your eyes fluttering shut for a moment. To finally get some kind of relief after what felt like hours was so satisfying.

Unlike your first time with him, you managed not to cum after one thrust. But, there was so much moisture coming from your pussy that you could feel it slipping down in between your thighs.

Toji smirks, "Feels good, huh?"

You nod so desperately, pushing your hips back to match the thrusting of his fingers, "S-So good... nngh... fuck..."

His fingers curl against your slick walls and you moan right before lowering your head again. Toji grunts as he feels you start sucking his dick again.

He turns to look at the way you're backing your hips into his hand, trying to fuck yourself on his fingers. "Pussy was back here droolin' for some attention..." Toji comments as he massages your walls just right.

Your cunt clamps around his fingers in reaction to his lewd words and you can feel the knot in your core building up.

He glances down at how eagerly your mouth is working against him, feeling your tongue swirl around his length, "M'gonna cum soon..." He sighs, seeing your spit has completely smothered every inch of his cock.

His warning fuels you to continue, sucking him harder into your mouth and rubbing your tongue over each and every vein as if to later be able to remember the feeling. Toji releases a guttural groan when you focus on the veins of his cock, his legs starting to shift around as he grows close.

"Fuu-uck," He stammers, "...Gonna' cum down y-your throat, pretty girl," Toji warns for a second time.

He then adds a third finger inside you and you spasm, moaning and whining against his cock as you both feel pleasure evenly. Your legs threaten to close as his three large fingers skillfully work your insides.

Toji shakes his head, "Keep 'em open." He directs.

"Mmh... mmgh..." You moan again, trying your best to do as he says.

"That's it, good fuckin' girl," Toji praises, instantly feeling how tight both your cunt and throat squeeze around him.

Your eyes roll back and you deepthroat his cock one more time with a loud moan whilst releasing all over his fingers. The wet squelching of him stroking you through your orgasm can be heard and Toji wasn't too far behind you.

You start licking at him while he rests deep inside your throat, earning a low moan from him and his hand gripping your hair. Toji lifts you about halfway up off his cock before he starts thrusting up into your mouth.

As he does so, you quickly feel the way he starts cumming in your mouth with a loud groan.

"F-Fuuuuck..." When you start gulping it down as best as you can, Toji's eyes roll back a little, "Just... like... that-, swallow it all-, fuck..." He moans, his words coming out in between his thrusts.

You do just that up until he's done, feeling as his thrusts slow down and there's nothing left for you to gulp down. Toji pulls your head off his member completely, lifting it so that he can get a good look at your face.

"Show me," He instructs.

You stick your tongue out with a little ahh sound following, earning a proud smile from him.

"Good girllll," Toji praises yet again, his words causing you to flash a fucked out smile.

His fingers that were lodged inside you carefully slip out and he brings them to his mouth, making you watch as he sucks the taste off.

"Mmh." He hums, almost surprised, "Tastes' sweet."

You giggle softly in response before carefully moving back to your seat.

You both separately fix yourselves up and Toji offers you some wipes he had in his car so that you can clean your face and legs off.

When you're done, you meet his gaze and he smiles, "Think your legs will give out like last time?"

You roll your eyes, "Who knows..."

The two of you share a laugh and your night comes to a simple end just like that.

So many things felt like it had happened but even so, you had to mentally prepare yourself for the following day.

You were to meet Nanami Kento.

Who knows how that'll play out?

GOJO SATORU ✔︎ 𝘛𝘳𝘶𝘦 𝘋𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘶𝘭𝘵𝘺: 𝙀𝙖𝙨𝙮

GETO SUGURU ✔︎ 𝘛𝘳𝘶𝘦 𝘋𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘶𝘭𝘵𝘺: 𝙀𝙖𝙨𝙮

TOJI FUSHIGURO ✔︎ 𝘛𝘳𝘶𝘦 𝘋𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘶𝘭𝘵𝘺: 𝙈𝙚𝙙𝙞𝙪𝙢

KAMO CHOSO ✔︎ 𝘛𝘳𝘶𝘦 𝘋𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘶𝘭𝘵𝘺: 𝙎𝙚𝙢𝙞-𝙈𝙚𝙙𝙞𝙪𝙢 / 𝙀𝙖𝙨𝙮

ZEN'IN NAOYA ✔︎ 𝘛𝘳𝘶𝘦 𝘋𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘶𝘭𝘵𝘺: 𝙀𝙭𝙩𝙧𝙚𝙢𝙚𝙡𝙮 𝙀𝙖𝙨𝙮

ITADORI SUKUNA ☐ 𝘛𝘳𝘶𝘦 𝘋𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘶𝘭𝘵𝘺: 𝙎𝙚𝙢𝙞-𝙀𝙖𝙨𝙮???

NANAMI KENTO ☐ 𝘛𝘳𝘶𝘦 𝘋𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘶𝘭𝘵𝘺: ???

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[diornae]

Sims 4 CC Apartment Build

Oaks River Townhomes

Location - Tomarang

Size - 40x30

Stories - 2

Unit 1A

Bedrooms - 2

Bathrooms - 2

Backyard and pool

Unit 2B

Bedrooms - 3

Bathrooms - 1

Backyard and pool

Unit 3C

Bedrooms - 3

Bathrooms - 1

Backyard And pool

Unfurnished 

Apart from the dense streetways, this rocky headland delivers a picturesque view of Shih Sea. And for those who like a bit more bustle, it's only a hopscotch away from the beloved Night Market.

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[reareaotaku]

I'm Not a Stalker!

Dee watched as the girl continued to mumble to herself. He smiled, leaning his chin on his hand. You felt someone staring at you, so you turned around and made direct eye contact with the blonde boy sitting by one of the windows. He blushed a bright red and quickly turned away from you.

The bell rang and you decided to wait a little longer, hoping to possibly catch the boy. You saw him walk pass you, rather quickly and you jogged to keep up with him.

"Excuse me! Emo guy!"

He turned around, rather annoyed, before seeing you and turning a dark red.

"hEy," he mentally facepalmed.

You blushed, realizing you didn't know his name, but you did know he was staring at you, and he was really smart. Though not smart enough to not get caught staring at you. "My name's Y/n-"

"I know." He blushed, as his voice cracked.

"Um... Okay. Oh! Do you play guitar?" You pointed to his fingers, where there was some markings.

"No."

He was blunt and straight to the point, embarrassing you, because you felt like it was a stupid question. "I'm sorry."

His mouth tightened. He didn't want you to be sorry. He didn't mean to be rude to you, but that's just how he was and now it was awkward.

You pointed towards the directions of your home, "Well, I should.. uh head home?" You awkwardly laugh, causing him to also awkwardly laugh.

--

Dee watched you on his phone. He ran his fingers through his hair, calming himself. You probably thought he was weird. God, why couldn't he just be normal around you?

He saw you heading out of your room and he had to hide better. He hid behind a bush, as he heard you step down from your porch. He held his breath, hearing you just inches away from where he was. He could only imagine what you'd think if you saw him, hiding, at your home, when you've only just talked today and it wasn't even a good talk. You stepped down from the porch and headed out. He watched you walk down the streetway.

He quickly followed you, but he made sure to stay a few feet away. He saw you turn around and hid behind a wall. He could hear your footsteps near him, as he held his breath. Was he about to get caught?

"Y/n!"

You turned around and headed towards the voice. He sighed, pulling a strand of hair back. He looked over to see you talking to one of your friends, causing him to roll his eyes. Maybe next time.....

[mbta-unofficial]

Do buses not use their blinkers in Boston? Or are they an invasive species on Massachusetts streetways and know how to properly make a turn?

I got my license at the dmv in pittsfield and the tester sat down in the passenger seat, asked “gonna eat that?” and then bit off my steering stick. It’s a good thing city buses only go in straight lines or we’d be in some real danger

[amphibious-thing]

Nothing puts the arbitrary nature of gender roles in perspective like historical gender roles. For example in the 18th century umbrellas were considered feminine and men who used them were characterised as effeminate and foppish. In the 1780s as umbrellas became more popular amongst men there was a cultural pushback to the perceived gender transgression. On the 16th of August 1780 the Morning Post complains of of the “canopy of umbrellas” bemoaning that “the effeminacy of the men, inclines them to adopt this necessary appendage of female convenience”. On the 4th of October 1784 a letter to the Morning Chronicle goes on a tirade against men using umbrellas:

Sir, Fashion, or custom, stamps an authoritative power on every absurdity, otherwise by what right do men establish the several inconveniences, which are daily felt by all who wish to pass unmolested in the public streets. If any one is so ridiculous as to make a dead stop in the common path, and gape about like a country lout, the frequent gibes and jolts, which are the common consequents of such misconduct, will in little time enliven the understating; but what shall we say to evils which are unavoidable to the most attentive and alert? Of this kind is that vile foppish practice of sheltering under a umbrella, and moving forward with such momentum, as might very quickly scoop out an eye, draw a tooth, or detach an ear, were those parts to be opposed to the severe stroke of one of those fantastic instruments. That the ladies should be allowed to secure their beauty and persons from the heat of the sun, or the inclemency of the weather, every one is too much interested to deny; it is natural, and has a striking effect. Besides the base of the hoop, and a decent respect, keeps us at an awful distance, and prevents any ill to those who are so happy as to meet them; not to mention the peculiar adroitness with which they manage both superior and inferior shades. But to see a great lubberly cit, bounce from his shop, with a coat, hat, and wig that are not together worth one groat, with a bloated ruddy countenance, which bespeaks him to have guttled like a hog, shelter his heavy [illegible] from the influence of the solar beam, is intolerable. Let him be stationary under cover of the shade of his shop window. The macaroni being of the doubtful gender, may in part claim a feminine right; his dress is too delicate to bear an heavy shower, perhaps his person is so too; but a coach, if a clean one is to be found would serve his purpose much better, as there would be less likelihood of his being washed away into the kennel, which he deserves to be kicked into for his d-----d affectation.

Upon the whole, let me tell you, this is a vain and dangerous custom- For the safety, therefore, of his Majesty’s liege subjects, who sensibly fence themselves with a good beaver and surtoot upon necessary occasions, let it be enacted, that the Levitical Law be put in full force in case of injury done to any party, viz. “an eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth,” &c. if the face should be scratched or torn, let the Coventry Act be in full force; but as prevention is preferable to penalty, be it also enacted, that all such male animals as use these unhandy instruments be drove off the foot path into the streetway, and that their umbrellas be left to the mercy of the hackney coachmen.

[hookhausenschips]

Burning Rubber

Meet The Team

F1 Masterlist

Burning Rubber Masterlist

Chapter One

Team: Streetway Syndicate

Azha (said like Asia) Skye- Street Name: Zenith. Age: 22. Instagram: ItsAzhaTheDrifter Underground_Zenith. Twitter: Syndicate_Zee. Cars-

Nova Londyn- Street Name: Anubis. Age: 24. Instagram: Underground_Anubis. Twitter: Syndicate_Nubis. Car-

Sariyah Winter: Street Name: Zephyr. Age: 23. Instagram: Underground_Zephyr. Twitter: Syndicate_Zeph. Cars-

Jelani Orion- Street Name: Enzo. Age: 26. Instagram: Underground_Zo. Twitter: Syndicate_Enz. Cars-

Sterling Zahair- Street Name: Teflon Don. Instagram: Underground_Teflon. Twitter: Syndicate_DaDon. Age: 22. Cars-

Zamari Tyler- Street Name: Razor. Age: 26. Instagram: Underground_Razor. Twitter: Syndicate_Razor. Car-

[carrion-carry-on]

Meeting Music

Okay so this is a (quite short) fic involving @cuppajj ‘s wonderful OC Drillburst, and my own OC Pillar.

When it comes to writing with another person’s OC, I do my best to get into contact with their creator. And Cuppa has been amazing with that! Still, regardless, any mistakes are completely my own.

Arriving back on Cybertron following the end of the war was different for every mech. That much was to be expected. Being that the Autobots had “won,” arriving in the company of two former Decepticons made things a touch more complicated. Iona, for her part, kept up her air of apathetic arrogance. Ace asked what was going on about halfway through each new vetting process; all these new faceplates and designations did no wonders on his already fragile comprehension. Pillar tried to manage both his comrades’ aggression and confusion the best way he knew how - by being present. He insisted that for every interview, every test, every licensing exam, he needed to be in the room. He wasn’t about to let two of the few good sparks he had left be screwed over by the new-age society that wasn’t as righteous and non-judgemental as it proclaimed itself to be.

This meant, by the end of the whole thing, Pillar was absolutely exhausted. he didn’t like socializing at the best of times. Two friends he could handle - he’d been stuck out in space with them, on a tiny shuttle, for Primus-knew-how-long. But all of the red tape and hoop jumping wore his people-skills to a thin line. When he snapped at Iona to “just buff her chassis herself” (which had been received with a mild raise of an optical ridge) Pillar knew he needed to get out on his own again. Murmuring an apology, Pillar quickly excused himself and retreated from the room, grabbed his tool kit, and transformed to race off down the unfamiliar streetways.

After some wandering, and realizing he recognized absolutely nothing, Pillar resigned himself to peaking his helm into random places until he found something suitable. He needed a smaller place, without too-boisterous of an atmosphere, and a good corner to hide away in. There was no way he’d be able to find a mech-less place in this city. But the fewer, the better.

He discovered his space for the off-cycle in a smaller, quieter bar. The moment his green optics peered inside and found a mix of Decepticons, Autobots, and even NAILs, Pillar felt a bit more at ease. Maybe, if he ever felt like risking the company, he might even bring Iona and Ace here. His entrance went unnoticed. To his surprise, and appreciation, Pillar noted more easily-accessible seating scattered throughout the main floor. It felt nice not to have to hop a bit to get into a seat.

There was no server that he could locate which suited him fine. Strangely enough, he didn’t feel like drinking this time around. Instead he pulled out his latest project and began fiddling with the wiring. His Primus-given helmlight was barely noticeable in the brighter bar. However, as the breems ticked by, Pillar failed to notice the dimming lights. That is until the surrounding mecha cleared their exhausts, startling the ex-miner from his reverie. Embarrassed, Pillar immediately snuffed his lights, even going so far as to dim the natural biolights crossing his chassis. Though it pained him to do so, Pillar extended his EM field, pushing apology to the forefront. Satisfied, nearby patrons shifted in their seats to focus ahead on the still-lit stage. 

Pillar immediately stiffened in his seat, wondering how he could have missed something like this. (He knew how, he once again got caught up in his work and the world around ceased to exist/matter.) Checking the bar’s available public feed, Pillar quickly learned that there were apparently regular performances from local artists hosted at the establishment. That didn’t sound like his preferred space. He liked lights-on, quiet places, somewhere he could work without being disturbed too much by outside presence.

With his biolights still dimmed, Pillar quietly shifted out of his seat and made his way towards the exit. He made sure to weave around tables seating regular-sized Cybertronians, to avoid further humiliation of having to crouch. By this point, a large - scratch that huge mech stepped up onto the stage. That in itself might have given Pillar some pause. It was the mech’s design that actually made him stop.

They were almost entirely green in color, with massive column-treads over either shoulder. The continuation of treads along their pauldron-armor and legs spoke to a tank or similar alt-mode. That stopped at the drill halves situated over, almost shielding, the arms. This mech had to have been a miner before the War. And yet they did not wear a Decepticon crest, to Pillar’s surprise and growing respect. But it was a strange symbol, black and jagged. It looked most similar to an odd organic skull.

The mech paused on stage, seemingly waiting for some unknown que. His visor grew shadowed even in the only remaining halo of light. Then he began to hum.

The sound, amplified by the combination of speakers and the mech's own electro-bass, shook through the stage and down into the flooring. Pillar might find the tables trembling if he were inclined to turn his optics from the stage. Not long into those first few powerful notes, the mech raised a pede and lightly struck the stage. It didn't take long for bar patrons to join the beat. Pillar, despite himself, took to knocking one servo against his plating.

Pillar remembered this song. They sang a similar version back in the mines of Luna 2. And that brought a whole slew of unwanted information recalls to his processor. He had buried most with a reason. But he still found himself whispering along to those lyrics in the bid of a forgotten self.

It’s dark as a dungeon,

And damp as the dew.

Where the danger is double

And pleasures are few

Where the rain never falls

And the sun never shines.

It’s dark as a dungeon

Way down in the mines.

The miners kept time in their swings. And the mechs like Pillar stayed out of their way. But he still found himself singing when one would eventually demand he help haul. A technician solely in function title - at the end of the cycle, he'd still been made to pick up the slack. And there was always, always more work to be done.

The mech's field pushed a somber, melancholy feeling into the crowd. It was slow to come and gently flowing. And Pillar recognized it was echoed by many of the other patrons. Most seemed to be lost, like the performer, like himself, in darker thoughts. Darker thoughts, and darker spaces still. Places lit only by crystalline lamps if you were lucky, and your own lights if not. The smell of a new vein to promise success, calling them deeper. The sensation of shavings grinding inside pumps and vents, never rid of the past.

But, like a tide of oil, the performer's tone changed. His field gained a softer, almost hopeful, feeling, and weight seemed to lift from his shoulders. He sang lyrics Pillar had never heard, even in all the different versions he'd run across.

Though I carry my scars

And feeling’s still new

And I pick through the rubble

And I’m most of’n blue

I’ll walk down the halls

And meet all new kinds

I’m ‘way from the dungeon

Way down in the mines.

Now the mech was looking up, away from the stage, and passing the ceiling. Something different graced his strong features; a small quirk of lip components in what Pillar could almost call a smile. The bar had grown quiet by then, all listening, watching. And someone started to clap. Then everyone was clapping, some even whooping their praise.

And their performer looked at his audience for the first time that cycle. The small smile was bigger, more sincere, and confident. He returned to his performance with renewed vigor, earlier mood appearing forgotten, and the cheering crowd grew softer.

Pillar stayed for the mech's entire performance. And though not all of the songs appealed to him, he still found himself enjoying the atmosphere they created. For the first time in a long time, he felt relaxed.

Drillburst of Velux (according to the information feed) played and sang for them, and for himself. As the set continued, his confidence grew. He still looked haunted, to Pillar's optics, but this was a break afforded by indulging in post-war freedoms. A miner performing on stage - far, far away from the deadly tunnels; a miracle from function.

Pillar returned to his shared apartment at the end of the cycle. It was around the time for another appointment with the newly founded "Reparation and Renewal" agency. Iona didn't say much, aside from a snarky comment on "behaving the better 'bot," which Pillar dutifully chuffed at. He was smiling part way through - something Ace seemed astounded by and loudly pointed out.

“I want to show you guys something.”

[mxlovinovargas]

FRESH BLOOD — RUSSIA x READER

Synopsis: Russia breaks into your home.

Fresh Blood

CW: Stalking, Weird Thoughts, Death, Murder, Killing, Graphic Descriptions of Violence, Graphic Descriptions of Death / Murder, Use of Country Names, Reader-Insert.

Word Count: 1k

Sun down on a sunny day, 

There’s absolutely nothing on the dim and desolate street. It’s completely barren and devoid of all life—nothing but shimmering rocks on the path underneath the heavy and dark sky. There’s a scraping, loud and metallic. It rings throughout the place like the hiss of a cat and it burns, burns. There’s nothing that can dispel that wretched sound. 

Russia does not mind the sound one bit. It’s comforting, like the warm hug of a mother, and it envelops his body almost needily and Russia bleeds into it. The sound grows louder as he shifts a large metal pipe from one hand to the other; the sound continues. A street lamp blows out whenever he walks past. Lights flicker on in resting houses, children huddled by nightlights and praying. Waiting. Listening. Russia cocks his head to the side. 

Your house. 

“I know you’re probably getting ready for bed,” Russia comments to no one in particular. His voice is demure and soft, with a hint of childlike innocence. He smiles faintly. The thought of you lingers in his mind. 

Beautiful woman, get out of my head—

He steps forward. Step, step, one at a time, he crunch-crunches over the rocks of the streetway the closer he stalks. Russia moves further, invigorated by a bubbling fizzle deep in his veins. It feels like a million dollars; the burn, the desire, the way that it feels like hot rods are being poked through him—red and green wire meant to run tests on him—as they eat him alive, they simmer and broil. He toasts in his own wallowing feelings and now he’s standing before your door. 

He stares up at your dark house. Not a single soul awake and alive. He blinks almost boredly. 

Russia regards your door thoughtfully for only a moment before his hand stretches outward and his palms flattens across the frame. It remains motionless for another moment. Then, whenever the metal grinding has finally muted, Russia pushes open the door with the sheer brute force of the corded muscles tucked away in his arm. It splinters, then it cracks, and then it explodes open with wood chunks and bits and bobbles that cut into the sensitive flesh of his palm. Russia shakes them out and off. He enters happily through the threshold. Russia cuts his eyes towards your room. 

Sweet baby, I need fresh blood. 

There’s a high-pitched shriek that greets Russia whenever he barges his way through into your room. 

Fresh moonlight now filters in through the window. Dead leaves are pitiful in the light as they wilter and crumble, like dust in the wind, and Russia watches a few leaves break away from their home to flutter down into the abysmal end. Russia tilts his head, like he’s never seen such a thing, and then he hears shuffling from the bed. Everything feels so much colder now whenever he looks at you. Staring at him, staring at you. Watching and learning, waiting with bated breath, like a sea of minnows circling the walk of soft feet and gentle ripples. 

Russia stands alone. 

Help me out of the shape I’m in, 

Then he closes in. 

After the fires before the flood, and all of that nonsense that means nothing now that Russia watches your body freeze before it panics and you start wriggling up and up your mattress and Russia can’t help but feel this sizzling in his fingertips. There a hundreds upon hundreds of shards in his body, ice and glass and everything not nice, and they stab at him and torture him and they prick his heart like busy needles.  He’s gentle with you as he whispers. 

“Sunflower,” and then you pause in your wake and Russia palms his way onto the foot of your bed. You breathe with short pants and your chest heaves when you move. Russia studies the way the shadows fall on your face in the pale moonlight. Then, “I need fresh blood.” 

Your eyes go as wide as saucers as Russia strikes. He’s on you in an instant, hot and ready and on fire, and you scream again. It’s so loud, the wail makes his ears ring, and Russia briefly winces away. The metal pipe in his hand falls away, clatters to the floor, and his hands are free to wrap around your throat. You try to howl to the heavens, but there’s no breath left in your lungs and you simply just gape and gape and your lips tremble so sweetly. They look like sugar and sunshine and Russia leans forward to plant a chaste kiss against them. 

His voice is barely a decibel recognizable as he murmurs, “Whatever trepidation you may feel… in your heart, you know it’s not real.” 

Your eyebrows scrunch together and your tongue darts out to flick across your lips to whet them. You eyes start going fuzzy, so Russia tightens the embrace of your neck and squeezes just a little harder. It sounds like a cacophony in his head, loud music and drums and bass and breakbeat that blares and squalls and yowls, and Russia can feel it pressing down on the back of his head like a gold band—a crown of misery and despair and insanity and sin and guilt. This human concept weighs down on him and the smiles of his fingernails groove hollows into your throat. 

There’s a moment of clarity, a hint of clarity, some little act of clarity that touches your eyes gingerly and you meet Russia’s gaze. 

Hollowness looks back at you. 

Russia giggles. 

“You’ve got to pull me out of this mud,” is your only vice. 

Because then the clarity fades and this foggy glaze replaces what once was. Russia doesn’t let go. He just holds and holds and then he starts to kiss the tears off of the apples of your face. Your body stills. Nothing is left. A pulse that matched his own dulls under his fingers and it’s like lava cooled. Nothing but dust and ash remain after the erosion of ocean storms. 

Russia kisses your lips one last time—

I need fresh blood.

[titlemewickedwonderland]

Autumn Selfie - Jamie Campbell Bower

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She loved Autumn. She loved the crisp cool air on her morning walks. She loved the gentle crunch of leaves in the shades of red, yellow, orange, and brown. She even enjoyed the dampness of the air on days that it rained. Most of all though she enjoyed the way the ambiance of the city took during the season's change. Just like a holiday coming around the corner the season of Fall had that extra spark of magic that most people didn't recognize. She did though and she loved it. Her morning walks always led her down the path that had those big trees in the color of a sunset lining the path as she walked by street houses in the early morning of the weekend. A soft drizzle was starting to come from the dreary-looking clouds but a quick flick of an umbrella over her head shielded the young woman from the rain. Her rainboots helped protect her feet from the puddles that were starting to form on the concrete and on top of the shield of leaves as she walked down the road to the stop light. Her hand reached out to press the cold metal of the sidewalk pole while she patiently waited for the sign to blink to that green shape of a person to tell her she could cross the streetway. Her head was softly bobbing along to the gentle music playing in a pair of white Bluetooth earbuds in her ears that barely peaked from beneath her beanie hat; the faux fur pom-pom knitted into the top swaying and bouncing with every gentle bob of her head. Hands without gloves were tucked into her winter coat keeping the autumn air from her skin as much as possible.

She was dressed for the type of weather as much as her limited wardrobe allowed her. An oversized brown knitted sweater was tucked into a pair of black leggings that were lined with fur inside to keep her warm and she the aforementioned rainboots that seriously didn't match with the subdued hues of her outfit with its bright yellow rubber. But she didn't care. She was happy to be walking outside in this sort of weather and even happier to be able to walk to the local coffee shop that was just a block away from the rented studio apartment for her stay here in New York. Y/N had come out here for a mini vacation after she and her significant other broke up after a long 2-year relationship when she caught them cheating on her with someone who she claimed was her friend. Backstabbing bitch. So away she'd packed her things for a 2-week stay in New York to visit some museums and art shows, maybe check out some cool shopping stores, and generally just…site see the places that her imaginative mind could soak up during her stay. The reality was that she was running away from her problems as if they could be fixed simply by removing herself from the situation. Of course, the backstabber and homewrecker would be there waiting after she came back but for now she had this time for herself to recollect and redefine who she was.

When the light finally turned green she was quick to put one foot in front of the other to cross the street with the others who had gathered behind her. New York was always so busy no matter the time of day. Just like the brisk walkers of the residents here Y/N followed foot traffic until the gently swaying sign above the door to the coffee shop came into view. She was quick to follow her nose straight inside. Sighing at the warmth of the shop itself but also because the smell of fresh ground coffee was everything! She loved the decor inside too. Definitely decorated for the Autumn atmosphere to make it like a cozy nook. Fairy lights draped across the ceiling and pillars with fake plastic autumn leaves and vines with potted plants gracing the window sills and tables. Y/N loved this place because despite it being small it was a local favorite for not only the freshest coffee but also because it was a small family business owned by an old grandpa and his two sons who worked the coffee like they did their customers. With familiarity, respect, and charm. You'd never taste a better cup of coffee than at The Java Bean. That much was obvious by the long line already to the register where said old grandpa Louis was chatting up a customer as he placed the orders on the computer.

The young woman smiled to herself and glanced around the coffee shop for a place to sit if any seats were still open by the time she got her coffee. Her favorite booth in the back by a large window was still open and she was keen to sit down in the plush leather booth to enjoy her book tucked away inside her jacket while surrounded by the scent of fresh coffee and Fall ambiance. As she looked around she noticed a handsome man standing behind her. He looked oddly familiar even beneath the grey flat cap he wore; she say vaguely familiar because she didn't want to be rude by turning around to stare so blatantly so instead she'd given a quick glance his way as if she was looking around behind her at the shop. She didn't see enough details of the man just that he was blonde, tall, and looked handsome from what small glimpse she'd seen from her once over.

When she finally got to the front she smiled widely at the grandpa while taking out her earbuds and tucking them back into her jacket pocket. "Good morning Louis! How are you feeling this morning? You're chest cold gone?" she asked as a form of greeting

"Y/N my darling girl! Your usual?" at her brief nod he typed in her order before answering her question with a jolly laugh. "I am feeling much better thanks to you! That homemade remedy helped this old man greatly! Back on my feet like an young sprite." he stated before he rung her order up. "That'll be $5.89."

"Good! That was the idea, wouldn't want my favorite coffee shop owner dying on me now do I?" she grinned playfully as she began to reach for the small leather wallet she usually kept in her coat pocket only to find the pocket empty.

Frowning she searched the other pocket only to find a tube of chapstick and her earbuds she'd placed inside moments before instead. Feeling a little embarrassed she looked up at Louis. "Okay, nevermind then. Um, looks like I left my wallet back at my place Louis. I'll have to take a raincheck on that coffee-" she began but someone reached over her shoulder and held out a $20 bill towards the man while the soft tone of a British accented voice spoke near her ear.

"Regular coffee please with 3 sugars, a pump of hazelnut, and a few packets of sugar on the side. I'll pay for the lady's as well." The older man behind the counter looked over at Y/N as if asking if the man behind her was with her but she was already turning around to face the kind stranger.

"Absolutely not! I can just go grab my wallet and come back for my coffee there's no reason for you to pay for me-" her words died in her throat when she got a good look at the sharp features that stared back down at her with a soft smile and blue eyes piercing her own E/C ones.

"I insist. I'd hate for you to walk back home in the rain for your wallet love. Really, it's no trouble." those blue eyes lifted from hers to the old man and handed him the money over.

"Coming right up, young man." Louis hid a small grin as he took the money and exchanged it for the recipe and the change which the blonde man grabbed graciously before stuffing all the change in the tip jar on the countertop and instead only allowing the receipt to be tucked away into his pocket.

Feeling a bit embarrassed but touched by the man's gesture the young woman walked behind him over to the pick up counter where she could see Aaran, one of Louis's sons making their orders. Biting her lip Y/N looked up at the blonde who stood watching with patient eyes as Aaron went about his task at making the coffees but feeling her eyes on him his own gaze turned to her and his lips curled up into a smile.

"Would you like a picture? Or an autograph? Might last longer than staring, love" he chuckled when his question made her cheeks darken in color.

"Am I that obvious?" she questioned with a nervous laugh. "I'm sorry, I don't mean to stare. I know celebrities don't tend to like being ogled but…I mean…" she faltered but the blonde merely flasehd her a charming smile full of teeth and held out a hand out to her.

"Then let's do this properly. Hello there, I'm Jamie Campbell Bower, a pleasure to meet you, darling." Y/N's teeth sank into her bottom lip as she shyly placed her smaller hand in his and shook it.

"I'm Y/N. It's very nice to meet you too Jamie. And thank you again for the coffee…I owe you one. If you have like cashapp or something I can totally pay you back-"

"Don't be ridiculous." he laughed "I don't want you to pay me back. You're alright," he told her sincerely.

It didn't slide past her that he had yet to let go of her hand and instead was holding it between both of his and rubbing at her skin. She realized this was because her hands were freezing cold from the walk along the block in the rain without a pair of gloves. It was a cute gesture but sadly was soon broken when Aaron placed their coffee down on the counter. Jamie let go of her hand in favor of grabbing both of the cups and held one up to his eyes as he read the label.

"White chocolate mocha with chocolate drizzle and whipped cream." one brow raised playfully before he held it out towards her. "Sounds like a sugar overload." he joked as she took it from his grasp; fingertips grazing each other as they exchanged the hot beverage.

"It's good, Don't knock it till you try it mister." her nose playfully wrinkled as she took a sip from her hot cup and watched as he popped open his own coffee and began pouring a few packets of sugar into it from the display of condiments at the end of the counter.

"If you don't mind my asking Y/N where you from? You don't sound like someone from New York." Jamie commented as he stirred the liquid a few times and replaced the cap before turning towards her with a curious but polite smile on his face.

"Oh, I'm actually from H/T (Home town) I'm just here visiting…" she shrugged as she shifted out of the way for other customers to stand by the counter for their pick up order.

Jamie nodded as he placed an arm around her shoulders to lead her out of the coffee shop and back into the cold air where they could sit at one of the metal tables under an awning. "That's a distance. Just…vacationing?"

"No not exactly…actually more like trying to figure out where I'm supposed to be in my life I guess." Y/N sat down in one chair while Jamie took the other across from her. The slight crease of his brow made it apparent that he was curious for more details but didn't want to press out of politeness.

"My um..my partner actually cheated on me with someone I thought was my friend so I ran away to try and figure out just who I am. Distract myself from the trouble I'll be in when I get back." the woman snorted lightly as she sipped at her coffee and traced the pattern of the metal bars that twisted into a flower by her cup.

"Ah, that's a bunch of bull. I'm sorry you had that happen love. That's never a good thing." there was slight sympathy in his gaze but he didn't want her to feel bad so he switched at something a little more light hearted. "We should take a selfie together and post it on whatever social media they're on to make 'em jealous."

The idea was…actually appealing. A little 'fuck you' moment to them that Y/N actually liked the sound of. Grinning mischievously she nodded. "If you don't mind at least?" she didn't want to make Jamie think she was trying to give a sob story or something just to get something out of him.

But the look he gave her was genuine as he grinned and beckoned her over to him. Grabbing her coffee along with her phone from her pocket she rose from her chair to walk the two steps it took over by his side. He pulled away from the table a bit so that she could bend down to his level to take a selfie with him.

"There we go!" she smiled at the photo realizing just how surreal it felt taking a selfie with a celebrity.

"Here, let's try another one! I'd love to put one on my social media as well!" Jamie said excitedly and Y/N had a sneaky suspicion that he just liked taking selfies but she obliged because frankly she couldn't deny the fact she enjoyed being that close to him as well as having something to remember this encounter by.

But this time instead of allowing her to bend down to be face to face his hands grabbed her hips gently and placed her on his thigh as he held his phone in front of them. Feeling the heat of a blush creep up her face Y/N held her cup up as if she was trying to hide it by taking a sip of her coffee just as Jamie took a picture. He pouted playfully at her; their faces were a little too close than strangers should have been considered okay but she wasn't complaining. His eyes looked so pretty up close like this.

"Come on now, we have to get a proper one for my twitter love! One more please?" those damned blue eyes would be the death of Y/N she just knew it.

She caved. Allowing him to lift his phone up one more time and this time he wouldn't let her go as his arm that was wrapped around her waist to keep her still lifted so that his arm crossed the front of her chest as if he was hugging her from behind. This position brought her flush against his chest as she was forced to lean back against him and his chin rested against her shoulder. The coldness of his cheek pressing against hers as he snapped the picture and if anyone dared ask; the red ringing her cheeks was from the cold Autumn air and not from the blush that was making a permanent residence on her face.

He didn't let her go immediately after as he opened his photos app to check out how the photo turned out and his lips curled into a satisfied smile. She couldn't help but think they looked like two lovers on a date posing for the camera in a selfie. That thought both worried her and made her stomach flutter with butterflies.

"Are you sure it's okay to post that on social media?" she uttered quietly as she took a sip of her coffee; realizing just in the briefest of seconds that she was still perched on his thigh.

"Of course, why wouldn't it be okay?" a frown crossed his features as he looked over at her. "Are you afraid fans will think we are dating and that the media will blow up the internet about the mystery girl Jamie Bower is dating?" a cheeky smile of amusement crossed his face and she couldn't help but smack his other leg she wasn't sitting on.

"It's not funny Jamie!" but she was laughing regardless. "People will recognize my face, people I know will blow up my socials asking what the hell is going on." she rolled her eyes. "And what am I supposed to tell them? I met rockstar actor Jamie Campbell Bower on a whim at a coffee shop while I run away from my problems?" he blinked at her rant

"Exactly. That's the truth isn't it?" he chuckled patting her leg; she took this as a sign to get off his lap but as she began to rise his hands yanked her back down with a frown. "Who said anything about moving?" he pouted. "You're warm."

Her face fell into her hands and as she groaned. "Jamie people are looking at us strangely." she whispered peeking at her surroundings through her fingers.

The warm laughter that echoed around the cold air definitely didn't help the curious looks and whispers as the blonde wrapped his arms around her briefly in a hug before dropping his arms allowing her to rise. He rose with her and grabbed his cup. "How about you give me your number so that we can send each other those photos?" he offered instead

She thought about it briefly. her teeth chewing at the inside of her cheek a moment before she nodded and handed over her phone as he did his and within moments the phones binged with text messages in forms of the selfies they took together. Feeling a little bit of a rush at the thought of having such a man's number she glanced up to see his gaze flicker up from his screen to meet hers and the small smile that tugged at his lips was genuine and soft in comparison to the teasing looks he'd had previously.

"Hey, so. I'd like to ask you a favor." he said suddenly as she fidgeted with her cup. "Doesn't have to be tomorrow or the next day if you don't want but…I'll be here in New York for a premier all week. So, before you scuttle off back home…text me maybe? At least so that I can say goodbye properly?" he asked playing with the rings on his hands.

Y/N studied him a moment and realized he was dead serious. A shy smile graced her features and she nodded. "Yeah, I'd like that. I mean and if I don't…remember or have time or whatever the case maybe….you got my number now so…" she bit her lip and swayed side to side. "Text me sometime. If you like I mean. No pressure. I am just a fan." she laughed looking down at her rainboots.

"You're not just a fan Y/N." Jamie reached out to tap her nose playfully. "You're my fan and I care about my fans." he said with genuine warmth.

She smiled at that and nodded before turning around. "Well, if anything. I might just text you first…I have to pay you back for that coffee remember?" she chuckled.

"Ugh, love how many times do I have to tell you?" his voice called after her with mock sternness. "There is no need to pay me back!"

Y/N was already walking down the sidewalk as she turned around to walk backwards as she waved. "Oh shut up, it'll give me an excuse to see you again!"

Jamie grinned after her but she was too far for a quip back. Instead, he watched until he couldn't see her in the crowd anymore, and then he looked back down at his phone just as his phone binged and a text message from an unknown number popped up with a coffee cup emoji signed with a smiley face and he shook his head in amusement as he tucked his phone back in his pocket and headed back down the sidewalk towards his waiting car. Oh yes, he'll be seeing her real soon.

[freedomsbounty]

@ramblingsofamoonwatcher continued from: [x]

The woman remained calm while smoking only to raise a brow realizing the woman before her actually had height over her. A rarity in woman around The Lanes but something Sevika took to memory very quickly. Her accent was one she had never heard of before. It left her wondering a little more about this stranger out of nowhere who wandered into her territory. There weren't sights to see in the depths of Zaun unless someone wanted to get hooked up with shimmer or the brothels.

There was power lurking in the streets however from other Chem Barons abound. Sevika rolled her eyes before flicking her ashes to the side into the cobblestone of the streetways. There was moisture to keep it from setting fire to anything but the smog was thick as it rolled in. The fissue folk were all adjusted to the smoke and how to clung to their lungs and made the air harder to filter. Sevika was of the earth that way able to handle it well enough without the use of the mask she often kept tucked away on her person just in case.

"There is nothing for a tourist to come and see in the depths. Talking also isn't so wise in the open with other ears listening. I know a safer place if you want to follow me."

The Last Drop was always smart to lurk within. The safest place in her territory and a place she kept an iron fist around to protect because of her boss as well.

[cal-daisies-and-briars]

FIC UPDATE: Don't They Know It's the End of the World?

HAPPY 1989 DAY!!!!!!!! Here's Chapter Nine of Don't They Know It's The End of the World?

Summary:

Eddie and Buck catch up with mercenary who stole Christopher.

Snippet:

It doesn’t take them long to find the activity. In a little streetway lined with faux-sandstone buildings and a sign that once read International Market, they come upon what appears to be two synths - skinless and nude, all metal, and nothing like Buck - walking, holding a boy restrained between them. Eddie can’t quite make out the boy’s appearance, because walking in front of them is a smug-looking blond man with what Eddie would consider an exceptionally punchable face. Eddie’s heart strains. That could Chris. Less than a hundred yards away. 

“That him?” Eddie whispers behind a cluster of palms. 

“Yep,” Buck confirms. “And Institute synth troopers. All metal, no man.”

So not like Buck. Not at all.

Good. 

Killing them will be guiltless, then. As it will be for the man who took his kid. 

“Anything I need to know about those synths before I go get my kid?” Eddie asks. 

“They’re fast,” Buck whispers. “Don’t miss.”

“Never do,” Eddie says.

“Then, alright, cowboy,” Buck winks. “Go get ‘em.”

[pvrkacciosan]

The Heart of the Lioness: ☽⋆5⋆☾

A Power of a Decade

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☽ - Assassin's Blade Years  - ☾

Brielle pulled the hood further up to cover her face, the rain continuing to hammer down hard, she could feel it like patter against her skin as she hid in a side alley in the city of Rifthold, the sky was darkening above her and that wasn't just because the clouds blanketing the air consuming the city in its wrath and storm. The air was chilled while she slipped under the archway of the greying building and onto the crowded street.

She felt the eyes tracking her, the prick of them all observing the stranger moving through their mist, she had to get into cover soon before any of them figured out what she was. She was without her powers, but not powerless and certainly not alone.

She caught the sight of the figures movement as they mirror hers from the opposite side of the cobblestone's streetway. Carriages moved between them, yet the bodies kept pace with her own. They too wore the same leathers and dark hood pulled up over their own head, hiding the pointed ears.

Teyra pulled Isaiah along the road with her, Brielle sped around an elderly couple strolling along at their own pace, The cobble stone pathway was wet underfoot yet when the road was cleared of horses and carriages, Brielle made a quick dash across them, hoping her shoes had enough grip to keep her upright. A solitary hand held her hood in place as the wind rushed against her cheeks.

Teyra halted with Isaiah at her side, his head inclined to watch down the street. 

"You sure this is the right way?" his voice was hushed by the bustling noise surrounding them in the early night city air, the rain dripping from the front of their hoods. Yet as she approached Brielle could see his dark oaken brown eyes scanning everything to the old women walking down the street her back curled over a stick in hand to hold herself up. He didn't look at her as he continued to assess their surroundings, being in an unknown city where your kind were hunted could do that to someone.

"This way" Brielle said in passing, they turned to follow without a word or question.

The trio stalked along the same street for a few more minutes, weaving in and around people as they moved, coming to a side street Brielle stopped looking down at it she paused.

Reaching into the inside pocket of her leathers, she pulled out the note, the rain had made the paper damp, folding it back up and slipping it away she ran the words through her mind once more.

"Second floor, fourth window along" she muttered under her breath, Teyra appeared in her peripheral looking at the building they were to venture into. 

"Why do I get the sense the owner of that knows how to protect themselves" she jutted her chin in the building's direction.

"Security detail stretches around the whole building" Isaiah was at Brielle's other side now. She knew he would scout out the building before they were due to enter tonight.

"Two visible watchmen at the entrances, three more hidden at each" 

Brielle mulled over his words, whoever this person was they knew how to protect them self and had reason to have such security. However over her passing with this client, she had puzzled that he didn't own this, not with how desperate he sounded in their letters. If he had the money as this owner clearly does, he would have helped himself instead of getting her to come across to Erilea. No, he was not the owner of this building, but perhaps the owner was his master.

"Not anything we haven't dealt with before, use the rain and shadows as coverage, and stay behind me" Brielle looked to both her sentries, her friends. They both gave responding nods. Brielle pulled her hood up a little higher on her head.

Then they moved.

It only took the three of them a few minutes to cross the distance from the alley way to the edges of the building, Teyra had almost got herself caught, but Isaiah a few paces behind Teyra had dispatched the man before he could so much as look in the female's direction.

With their bodies hugged into the shadows of the wall, Brielle looked up the rain hitting her face now, small shards of ice they were against her skin. The window was above them now. She turned to look around, the buildings nearby were too far for them to climb and jump into the window. Probably a deliberate move by the owner. Smart Bastard. Brielle smirked.

"Okay, we climb"

Teyra scoffed, rubbing her hand along the top of her thighs, a failing attempt to dry her palms against the soaked material. 

"It's too wet, we'll slip" The other female was looking up the wall now, the second floor didn't look so high from a distance but looking up it now at the feat they would have to claim, it did look daunting. The bricks slick with trickling rainwater, glistening in the light from the overhead moon.

"Not if we help each other" Isaiah whispered, head moving around to listen for patrolling guardsmen,

"Fair enough" Teyra whispered, a bright smile appearing once more from within the shadow casted across her face.

Turning to the wall, Brielle placed her hands against it first, reaching up to the full length her arms would allow, the tip of her finger searching for a small nook for her to grip a hold of. Getting them secure was the easy part, pulling herself up was the harder part.

Pushing off with both feet Brielle gasped when her foot slipped, but a hand caught the back of her thigh, stopping her from falling further.

Looking down Brielle saw Isaiah holding her up his arm extended out from his cloak, he met her stare, "Go" was all he said.

Brielle moved again, getting a grip against the wall for her feet she pushed up her hand moving to pull up then her legs once more, and she repeated the process again and again, from above them Brielle directed Teyra and Isaiah on where to grip and they followed her instructions until they were almost at the window.

Teyra had slid a couple of times but had managed to grip her body tight to the wall. If they made too much noise a passing guard may hear them, so they stayed silent.

Brielle's legs burned as she pushed her weight up a small grunt escaping her as se reached a hand up to the window sill, the surface was dripping water and the clots of moss clung to it made it even harder for her to grip a hold of, but Brielle dug her fingers into a small grove and pulled.

Her training with her brother had seemed to pay off as she pulled and held herself up enough to push the window open. It creaked as it swung, Brielle held out for another second to make sure no one heard the noise.

Once satisfied with the amount of time waiting she pulled her body all the way up, the muscles in her arms burning for relief when they stretched out and she finally fell into the building with a light thump

But Brielle could wait not one second later as she surged up and rolled back towards the window, leaning up to it she peered out and held out a hand for Teyra to grab.  Brielle couldn't tell if it was rain or sweat that marred her friends brow, but the other female looked about two seconds away from letting go,

The wind was hammering the side of the building now and the rain fell harder and faster, and as Teyra was a centimetres from reaching her hand, Brielle's heart stopped when her body was yanked backwards by something wrapped around her throat.

She was thrown away from the window and a body was upon hers a heartbeat later, she had no idea how her hood was still hung over her head because all she could think off was Teyra and Isaiah now exposed, left clinging on the outside of the building.

The body tackled her own as she began to raise to her feet, the arms wrapped around her waist and the pair of them tumbled backwards. The wood of the floorboards cracked against her spine

They landed hard in what looked like a hallway, Brielle pushed against the body on top of her own, a feminine grunt resounded as she threw a fist up and hit her opponent in the ribs, hard.

The girl groaned but Brielle caught her movement as she reached for something strapped to her leg, her blood thrummed harder, pulsing in her ears she grabbed the other girl's arm stopping just as her fingers brushed the handle of what looked light a very sharp dagger. That no doubt promised pain.

Tucking her legs under her, Brielle thrusted her hips upwards and the girl was knocked off her balance, she twisted across the top of her and Brielle rolled over onto her stomach and pushed up through her hands, 

"Celeana stop" a voice yelled quietly from down the hall, the sound of rushed footsteps following,

Whipping her head back up Brielle felt the whoosh as her hood fell back off her head, she now had the chance to look her attacker in the eyes, she was a young female with blonde shoulder length hair, a bruise marred her cheek and she now was in a crouch with two deadly looking daggers held in each hand.

There was a thump from behind her and a growl from Teyra as she fell in through the window. Brielle held a hand out, stopping her friend from attacking, there was grunt as Isaiah climbed in after Teyra.

"You're Fae" the voice from before whispered, Brielle's finally looked over to the man stood beside the girl he had called Celeana. 

"Say it a bit louder and get us all killed why don't you"  Teyra growled, she weighed her weapons in her hands, eyeing the pair up and down, the girl wore clothes similar to their own, a suit dressed to hide and not be seen, Brielle watched, this teenage girl knew what she had been doing when she attacked her, just what was this place?

"Who are they?" the girl spoke leaning towards the man who was dressed casually he had dark hair and a scar running along his jaw bone, Brielle looked him up and down, his ears were what caught her attention next, she began to rise from her place at the floor. His ears, they were... Fae yet not at the same time, she sniffed, Demi-Fae.

How he had managed to survive this close to Adarlan and the man they called King was beyond her thinking, of all those she had helped, smuggling them across to Doranelle, she had never helped someone this close to the edge, with death a constant companions on his doorstep.

"I'm assuming they're the people I called for help" he shifted so he was looking at the teenage girl, "Arobynn can't know they're here" he wasn't looking to the three Fae who all once again had their hoods up and had grips of their weapons, either in display or hidden amongst the fold of their cloaks.

Celeana passed a look to them, looking each of them in the face as if taking them in, the ancient species which had survived through so much, a race which had been almost completely wiped off the face of this continent a look of longing seemed to flash on the girls face a second before looking back to the man next to her, resting a hand on his shoulder, a wordless goodbye passing through the windows of her eyes, no goodbye was given as all she said was 

"Leave Arobynn to me," Brielle noticed her hand tighten, "Now go" that was the last Brielle saw of the girl before she tucked her knives away and raced back down the hallway.

It was nearly a month later when they arrived back in Doranelle with the demi-Fae assassin from Rifthold, Ilan his name was, Brielle had learned as much as she could about him as they travelled across land and sea, Ilan had not known his family and had landed into the midst of Arobynn Hamel's Guild. With his heightened Fae senses Arobynn had given him an offer of work.  Ilan didn't want for that life anymore and so here he was.

In a new land, pockets stuffed with money for a new life, this was the part Brielle resented most, saying goodbye. But the knowledge that she had brought them to a land they could freely be themselves without paying for it with the cost of their life eased the unsettling in her stomach.

Ilan looked to Teyra, and Isaiah, then finally, he smiled at Brielle, a thank you of sorts, his smile was pinched at one side where the scar ran along his jaw and met his lips. 

"I know you're services came at no cost but there must be something I can do to repay you" he spoke directly to Brielle now, she felt her skin heat as Teyra and Isaiah looked to their commander, they too knew how difficult this part was. 

The words clogged her throat but Brielle shook her head, Ilan placed his hands together, "There has to be something... —some way I can repay you"

Brielle went to shake her head once more when a thought occurred to her, a reminder or rather  in fact a memory of what she used to ask for as payment. Raising her head once more, a hand tightening around the blade tucked to her side beneath the dark cloak, with the hood pulled over her head once more, Brielle's face was neutral as she said, 

"Be my eyes and ears"

That was the last time she spoke to Ilan as she turned and began to walk off, Teyra and Isaiah both pulling up their own hood as they followed away from Ilan, Teyra shot the demi-Fae male a quick smile before she turned and just as Ilan blinked, one minute they were there,

the next... 

Gone.

☽ - Empire of Storms (present)- ☾

"What do you guys mean you're leaving?" Brielle asked, watching as her mate and brother began to bag their belongings into travelling packs, their weapons lacing every part of their muscled bodies.

Gavriel turned to look at his sister, "Maeve has sworn us to go, we have no choice"

Her mate appeared at her side now, he clasped her elbow gently, a shiver ran up her arm at the contact point, "You know we wouldn't go if we didn't have to but.."

"Yeah blood oath, I know I know, I'm the one person you don't have to remind about the strength of a blood oath" 

Fenrys was at her front now, his hand cupping her jaw, his dark onyx eyes meeting her own, "We shouldn't be gone too long"

"What's you task anyway?"  pulling away from Fenrys slightly so she could look at them both, her mate's arms stiffened and Gavriel turned to look around at his sister from across the room where he was packing some herbs into his pack.

The two male's in the room didn't quite know how to respond to her in that moment, despite Lorcan being a damn bastard, she liked the demi-Fae. She wouldn't think too kindly of their task, Vaughan had also been sent on. In a battle of stares, the two males seemed to be arguing over who was going to tell her.

Brielle pulled herself from Fenrys's grip, standing in the middle of the room now her eyes darted between the two, "Just one of you tell me" she was growing sick of them teetering about subject around her, she was just as old as them both and a warrior just like them, and Fae none the less— if they could handle it so could she.

"We've been sent to kill Lorcan"

With her heart leaping into her throat, Brielle gaped at the two in the room with her, all movement ceased to a halt. 

"What so is she now killing us all off one by one" 

"She may as well be now if she's having us kill each other" Gavriel turned his whole body now so he was looking at everyone else, 

"Typical Maeve, doesn't want to actually get her nails dirty"

Fenrys move away from Brielle, back to where he had left some on his things on a bench, Brielle followed him over, his shoulders were tense when she laid her hands against the muscles of his shoulder blades, Gavriel was now moving around the room doing his own thing once again.

Leaning into her mates back, Brielle could feel ever one of the worries in his body, simply by how the muscles tensed together in his back, wrapping her arms around his torso, locking her hands at his waist Brielle kissed at his back through is thin shirt. The material spelt strongly of him, and as she pressed her cheek to it Brielle found herself trying to savour it all and commit it to every wall of her memory. A curl flipped her stomach, this was something that neither of them liked very much, leaving. It was hard to endure something when you were by yourself. 

She tightened her grip around him, his back straightened ever so slightly with her staying where she was, Fenrys ran a hand along her arm at his front before turning around to face her. Clinging to ever inch of who she is. 

"You going to be here for me when I come back?" he asks looking down at her now, 

Brielle leaned into his chest but still held the eye contact, "I can't help but notice how you didn't say 'home' " she spoke into his shirt now, 

"because this isn't our home," Fenrys was shaking his head while he looked to her, 

"If not here then where" Brielle lifted a brow in question, 

Her mate seemed to ponder her question in the only way he could, with that damnable smirk and narrowed eyes, "Our home is out there somewhere," he tilted his head down, touching his forehead to hers, "I will build you a sturdy house in, where we could finally settled and just be with each other" he leaned so his words were tickling her neck , Brielle giggled and Fenrys waited for the joyous sound to quiet before he whispered his next words to the skin below her ear, "a place where I could have you as my wife and I could watch you carry our kids" she felt the brush of his fingers against the skin of her lower stomach above her womb, the place where she would hopefully one day carry and nurture their kids.

The image of that world, with him made Brielle's heart swell double its size inside her chest, and she hugged him tighter once more, an action which he mirrored. In that world Maeve wasn't their queen, and they were free to just be with one another. 

The idea of their kids, made Brielle breathless and a tear burned in her eyes, 

"Don't even think about making me an uncle just yet" Gavriel jutted from the side of the room, Brielle gasped at the reminder her brother was still here with them.

When she pulled away from Fenrys she could have sworn she saw him quickly turn to wipe at his eyes, 

"I saw that" she chided, Fenrys rolled his eyes, but nudged her lightly before he took her hand and held it close to his side, 

"Would really hoped you two would stop doing that shit around me" Gavriel uttered turning back to his stuff. 

Grump. Brielle thought, dropping her mates hand she skipped across the room to her bother, bumping into his side as she did a small jump to land next to him.

"Well your suffering is my entertainment big brother," spotting a small bowl of grapes stationed next to his stuff, Brielle quickly snatched them before running off, as she did Gavriel reached to try and grab her, Brielle's laughter bounced off the walls as she ran to hide behind Fenrys.

Gavriel stopped where he was, but pointed a finger at his sister when she peaked out from behind the other Fae male, popping a grape into her mouth with a satisfied smile.

"Thief's get their hands cut off  for stealing you know" he tried to put a stern face on, but he almost cracked when Brielle smiled at him once more, gripping the arm of Fenrys she stood up and offered her mate a grape he took it gladly while watching Gavriel.  He didn't need Maeve's blood oath to kill Lorcan, when he saw him and Rowan next he would happily kill them both for leaving him with the younger Fae members of their group.

"Only if they get caught" Brielle was laughing once more, but she managed to smile at Gavriel while she held a grape between her teeth.

Despite the scowl he kept on his face, Gavriel smiled when he turned away and he didn't do anything beside send his sister a narrowed eyes stare and he simply allowed Brielle to continue eating away at the grapes while she sat with them until they were ready to leave. 

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[the-fourth-knower]

Golden Encounter

Now for something a bit different - a Skylanders fic! I wrote this for @aquillis-main, featuring her character Rex. A thief with magic properties, which just so happens to draw the attention of a certain self-proclaimed Queen.

It is an AU setting - but I made sure to watch Queen's cutscenes in from Trap Team to get a sense of her character. So without further ado, enjoy!

It was another night in Skylands - the same as any other night. And all was well in the city of Skyopolis. Insects chirped and hummed, sky cars trundled along the streetways, the late night bars hummed with music and activity, and peoples of all types and species roamed the streets.

Some were on their way home after a long shift at work. Others were among the homeless, trying to make their way in life. Others still just enjoyed the night air. And then there were those with mischief on the mind. Criminal, even.

One such criminal - a rather diminutive, scrawny thief - looked down upon a warehouse from his vantage point. He watched the guards stomp around on their patrols - Mabu of course. Slow, clumsy oafs. He wasn’t scared of them.

Supposedly, the warehouse housed a powerful - and therefore valuable - staff within. Somewhere. And apparently a lot of gold bars, but as nice as those were, Rex couldn’t exactly make off with them. And while staffs were often tall and hard to conceal, well. That’s why you steal at night.

The thief wore a cloak over his body and head, obscuring both. In the shadows of the night it would have been hard for most to make him out anyways - aside from his boots betraying his silhouette.

And right now, he was focused on a window left open - none of the guards even bothered to watch it, or even glance at it as they walked by.

Amatuers.

In one swift movement, the thief began jumping down the building he stood on - stair ways making for convenient platforms to jump from one spot to the next. In no time at all, he was in the warehouse.

Thank you, careless security guards, for making my job waaaaay easier.

Now that he was inside, he just need to find the right crate - and with luck, he’d be making off with a very valuable artifact.

Maybe a few gems if he was lucky.

Thowmp.

Before the thief could process what just happened, he was on his ass in the floor.

Shit, a guard! Damn it!

“Hey! Watch where you’re uh…”

The guard in question was completely frozen, encased in gold. Terror etched over an unmoving face, save for the eyes. Which looked down at the thief with what can only be taken as either a “Get out while you can” or a “Please help me.”

Rex pushed himself away, colliding with a crate and making it shift slightly as he did. An avalanche of plushies toppled down onto him, despite his best efforts to swat them away. Even then, he was still focused on the grisly sight before him.

“What the fuck-”

“Looking for my Goldmancy Staff, I presume?”

A woman's voice, deep in tone, attracted his attention, and he turned to look - only turn his head away again from sheer, overwhelming, eye searing brilliant lights.

“Gah!” He raised his arm up, trying to block whatever was casting off light - or reflecting. Just barely, the thief could make out a tall figure - the source of the light. And worse of all, the woman had the staff!

“Well, too bad. It’s back with it’s rightful owner, little thief - oh. Well now,” the woman was approaching now, her footsteps heavy and metallic. “I must say, I certainly did not anticipate on running into you so soon.”

“Wha- what are you talking about?” The light was now directly over him, as the figure leaned down.

“Alexander Desmond Fae. Or, as you’re more commonly known as in our circles. Rex.”

“Uhhhh…yeah?” Was it just him, or was the light finally calming down.

It in fact was - Rex could finally make out the woman before him. And it was a literal statue. Of gold. And rather royal looking - complete with an elaborate crown vaguely resembling a scarab.

“I am the Golden Queen. And I’ve come to make a proposition to you.”

Golden Queen? As in THE Golden Queen? …Shit.

To say Rex did not anticipate running into the owner of the staff was an understatement. In fact he was pretty sure she had been jailed? Clearly not, though.

Right. Don’t panic Rex. Just talk your way outta this.

“Well uh, that’s pretty forward but uhh…I’m, already taken.”

NOT LIKE THAT.

He braced to get turned into a golden Rex - but instead was met with a peal of laughter.

“Ha ha ha ha! Silly boy - I have but one love, and that’s gold. No, hat I’m proposing is a business proposition.”

Business proposition?

Rex, carefully, extracted himself from the pile of plushies and stood up on his feet. After a quick gulp, he forced his body up straight.

“Okay. I’m listening.”

“I’m putting together a crew of the strongest vagabonds, thieves, and ne’r do wells in all of Skylands. I’ve already found someone of all elements, except for one. Magic.”

Queen tapped her staff on the floor, pointing a finger at Rex. (And almost making Rex break his illusion of confidence.)

“Which is where you come in. Your feats of thievery are something of a legend among the more, impressionable commoners so to say. To pull off stealing from the Skylanders Academy? A miracle!”

Queen leaned in close, almost coming face to face with Rex - only prevented by Rex’s status as a short boi (something that he was no actually pleased to be for once.)

“But we know better, don’t we, Rex?” Queen poked Rex’s chest, just below his heart. “The key to your success is the bountiful magic swirling inside of you - like a wellspring of gold creating a river of shimmering majesty.”

Queen stood back up, turning away as she strolled past the unfortunate Mabu guard - Rex dimly noticed that there were in fact several Mabu statues around.

“With you on my crew, there will be nothing and no one who could even hope to stop us - not even the Skylanders. We’ll have it all - everything else for you and the others, and all the gold for me, baby!”

Queen turned back around, facing Rex.

“So what do ya say, Rex. Are you in? Or, are you,” Queen thumped her staff against the floor this time,“out.”

Rex fidgeted in place - how to give a proper answer without ending up a golden Rex? He was too young to be statuefied!

“Uhh. Well, I got my own crew, ya know? So uh. I can’t, I can’t just jump up and leave them right away… Soo, uh. I’ll consider your offer, Queen.”

“Need time process it then, eh? Well, I understand. My beauty is an imposing presence after all - I’m not surprised that it’s overwhelmed you. I’ll allow you the time you need to decide.”

“Umm, yeah. You’re absolutely cor-”

“BUT. Consider your answer well - and when you will answer. My invitation will not last forever.” “And I will have all of Skylands’ gold. Whether you’re privy to the rest of the riches, is entirely up to you.”

“Oh, and I’ll be taking the gold here, thank you.”

With a whistle, a crew of trolls slid in -from where Rex had no clue. With precision, they cleared the gold out of the room in no time - including the guards!

“So long, Rex. And make sure to have your answer when I meet you again.”

And with that, Golden Queen made her exit. Rex was left alone in the now otherwise abandoned warehouse. It took him a few second s more, but finally he let out the breath he’d been holding.

“Craaaap. Dang it, now what am I gonna bring back…”

He turned around, and saw the plushies.

…it wasn’t much, but it’d be easy to bring back to the others. He might need to explain why he came back with plushies of all things - but hey, a good thief makes the best of everything.

[chickabee]

Fic of a fic for a friend

This happens between ch 6 and ch 8 of mth

it's an AU for @ppg-artss starring her oc Aliyana Ye boiiiiiii

(and my characters make a cameo cuz i gotta insert them 🙈🤡)

No beta's or nun, just did this for fun. so there's probably stuff spelled wrong and things that r grammatically incorrect, also... It's not finished lol

Aliyana walked stiffly into her new apartment, feeling the bag in her hands weighing her down.

Her eyes roamed up to the ceiling, taking in it’s extravagantly tall height. She’d been in apartments and homes like this. Luxurious and big. She wondered what she’ll even do with all the space, being that she was for the first time in her life, living alone.

The apartment was mildly furnished. They had already set up a picture, the couch, a side table, her living room looked fairly expansive and nice. Especially with all the light coming in from the window. 

She set her bag down and slowly made her way over the white carpeted floor. The window was taller than her, so she’d need to fly up to close them. She walked past her reflection in the mirror, her hair was tied up and she had a light jacket with a white shirt under, and some jeans. She looked out over the city.

Being on the fourth floor gave her quite the sight.

She looked across the landscape of buildings and crossing streetways, wondering…

Wondering if she’d see some familiar pattern in the sky-

“Aliyana.”

The voice spooked her. 

She jumped a little startled and turned around.

Penny looked immensely proud of herself as she entered the apartment. She smiled wildy and stretched out her arms as if to say, “Ta- da!”

“So…” she started.

Aliyana gave a blank look.

Penny caught on to this and dropped her arms but kept up the excited charade, “What do you think? It’s nice right?”

“Yeah, it’s nice-” Aliyana’s words are cut off by a loud thud. Both ladies turn their attention to the front door where the thud was heard just outside of it.

“You guys good?” Penny called out.

The men outside grunted, “Yep, we got it,” Aliyanna could hear them answer, in a strained voice. 

She dashed over, “I can help them…” her words cut off as she takes in the gigantic television they’re hauling in. “You know…” she finishes in awe. She shakes her head and goes to grab it, alieving the men of the weight.

“Thanks Aliyana!” They say in unison, before rushing back to the truck to retrieve more things.

More things she hadn’t initially packed for this trip.

“It’s no problem!” she calls after them, with a skeptical expression. She carries the TV back in.

“Aw look at you,” Penny says in a sweet voice as she crosses her. “Always trying to help. You’re too sweet you know?”

The T.v is set against the wall and Aliyana stands up straight looking up and about, mind reeling, “Yeah you know, I didn’t exactly ask for all this extra stuff.” she turned back to Penny.

Penny blinked, and and then did a little cheer, “but it’s so great!”

“But it’s going to take up a lot more room,” Aliyanna responded, not really amused, though she tried not to look to indifferent to it. This stuff looked expensive. “And it’s going to be a lot to pack up.”

Penny gave her an unsure look, “Um… yes?”

“So, why am I getting all this stuff?” Aliyanna finally sighed. She sat back on the arm of her couch, crossing her arms, “I thought J.S was only sending me here for the summer.”

“You don’t want to be left without a Television.”

“Why am I getting an entire apartment, is what I’m saying?” Aliyana inserted, unconvinced.

Penny looked at her a moment before dropping the campy act, “Look, I don’t know why J.s sent you out here-”

“I don’t have any friends or family with me,” Aliyana continued on. “I don’t even know anyone here except the rowdy ruff boys” she gave Penny a stern look, “And you know how I feel about them.”

The curly haired lady adopted a sympathetic look, “Aww, still feels weird talking to your ex?”

“Penny!”

“What” she shrugged, feigning naivety. “It’s cute. Young dumb, highschool love is always cute.” she fanned off.

“That isn’t the point!” Aliyana clammored. She could feel her face tingling with a familiar sensation. She shook it off, “J S inc sent me here out of the blue.” She began to think her brows firming, “Somethings going on… somethings… I feel like Darius is behind something,” she said. Her eyes that were turned to the ground, thinking, flickered up to Penny.

Penny had looked far away and took a moment to respond, but when she finally came to, she simply shrugged, “You’re just over thinking things.”

This did not sway Aliyana, she opened her mouth to speak again, but there was another loud thud.

Again, both ladies turned to speculate.

Three men stood around a marbled coffee table.

One of the men wiped at his brow and took a deep breath.“Whew, Anthony’s got expensive touch.”

“Expensive indeed honey,” A flamboyant voice responded by Aliyana’s door. Anthony wore glasses and a scarf and extremely tight jeans. He was very artistic and knew his shit. 

He strutted about the apartment, “chop chop with the furniture, I want to get the lighting in here fixed. These built ins are killing my eyes.” The other men hustled out as he walked beside Penny.

“You’re doing pretty good,” Penny smiled around, amused.

“Please,” he huffed, “This was just a side project I talked Smith into. You know I couldn’t send my girl off into just anything,” he said, looking at Aliyana. Penny touched at her chest, heart-felt and puppy eyed.

Aliyana rolled her eyes, “I’m not staying here for long.”

“You’d better not,” Anthony immediately responded. “If I can’t see you walking by my desk every morning I’m leaking the photo’s I found on Smith’s computer.”

“She won't,” Penny urged. “Smith know’s better than to leave this little diamond here.” she said reaching a comforting hand to her cheek.

“He didn’t know better to keep the other ones,” Aliyana muttered turning away. She didn’t see Penny’s face fall.

“Well, you know to give us a call,” Anthony said turning away, “If anything happens that is. Don’t party to hard.” He said walking away and catching some workers slacking. He shooed them to their places.

Penny turned to Aliyana, “He’s got the right idea,” she said in a little voice. “Go party. Live life. Be a normal teenager for once, you know?” she said, giving a very gentle, reassuring gaze. 

Aliyana’s gaze was casted to the coffee table. One of the workers had dropped a magazine on it, and on the cover was three boys she’d never thought she’d see on a Townsville magazine.

Aliyana finally huffed, “I just don’t understand why I was sent on vacation here.”

*****

It was night fall and it felt a little weird being in an entire apartment to herself. 

She had switched into her pajamas, some shorts and an old tee, hours ago when she figured she wouldn’t be doing anything for the day but sitting around.

How did you even get to know people during the summer?

She flopped on the couch, bowl of chips in her arms and scrolled through the channels boredly.

“I’ve never actually seen a unicorn before, but I believe in them!” 

Aliyana’s wrist went limp. She clicked the up volume button as the crowd behind the screen applauded.

*****

“Turn to channel 6, Bubbles is on!” Boomer lit up.

“Go watch it in your room,” Butch replied boredly, eating cereal. The remote was taken from his hand, “You little-”

“I can’t miss one second of this! I-I promised her I’d watch it!” his brother responded, putting in the channel. He then turned to Butch, “Is that Brick’s cereal?”

The remote was wrenched out of his hands, “Fine whatever,” Butch said stuffing his mouth with Lucky Cap’n’ Rabbit King Nuggets, “But only because Buttercups up there,” the last of his words were muffled behind the cereal as he chewed.

The audience laughed as the camera turned to a very pretty, very well dressed Bubbles. She beamed brightly.

‘How would you say, is the best way to deal with mean people at your school? Are they not like monsters as well?” The host asked.

Boomer leaned forward, “Gosh, she’s so pretty.”

“Gosh, you’re such a dork,” his brother mocked behind him, stuffing his face more. Boomer ignored this.

“They aren’t really like monsters. Not big one’s at least! Besides, everyone has a bad side, it doesn’t make them bad!”

Buttercup interrupted her, ”I’d say, the best way to deal with bullies is with my fist in their face,” Buttercup interjected and the crowd obliged her with some applause.

“Hell yeah Buttercup, you tell them,” Butch rooted from the couch.

“I think that there are way more sufficient and reasonable ways to handle bullies in school,” Blossom spoke up, giving her sister the eye.

Butch jumped up, “Now that’s something to stay tuned for,” he said readjusting himself. 

Boomer threw a pillow at him “Shh! You’re talking too much, I can’t hear the TV!” he grabbed the remote from butch and turned it up more.

“The best way to deal with bullying is to tell a teacher. Always get authorities involved. Speak up! Your school cares about your well being.” There was courteous applause about the studio they were in.

Butch scoffed, “Bor-ring!”

A door suddenly opened. Both boys looked over to see Brick.

“Why the fuck is the TV blasting?” he glared, less interested in why was the matter and more interested in how to put an end to it.

“Oh Brick, look, The girls are on TV!” Boomer said pointing fascinated at the screen.

Brick frowned and looked just in time for the camera to turn from Blossom. 

Brick scowled, “Why the fuck should I care?” Before either of his brothers could respond, he snatched the remote from Boomer and turned it off.

“What the hell!”

“Bed time,” he grumbled.

“Dude, it’s summer,” Butch said.

“I’m sorry, but are you the one sleeping on the couch?” Brick challenged.

“It isn’t our fault you ruined your bed!” Boomer clammored.

“It’s going to be your fault that you’re in a hospital if you don’t shut up and go,” Brick warned glaring at both his brothers.

They groaned but moved anyway.

—--

“Our friendships… we’ve known them since like, elementary school!” the blonde one, Bubbles said, with a far away look. The audience cooed at this. 

Aliyana was watching with a very attentive eye. It was starting to sink in that these were ther girls she’d be seeing flying around. It just didn’t seem real.

“Well, on the topic of relationships Bubbles,” the show host started, The audience ooh’ed. The camera was back on her face and she was grinning, albeit a bit shy, “We’ve seen your past beau’s, but this new one, he seems like a bit of a trouble maker,” The crowd seem to grow louder, as well as the blondes blush. 

Aliyana was leaned so forward, she almost rolled off the couch. The chips fell from her bowl. 

Shit! That was going to leave a stain and she just got these carpets!

Frantically, she went to the floor, on her knees to clean it up.

“There’s a particular blonde boy. A rowdyruff boy we believe. You’ve been spotted hanging with him recently.”

Aliyana peeked from over the table as the camera zoomed in on a flustered, blushing Bubbles. She had this far away, delirious gaze, “well…” she spoke up, grinning, “I guess he is quite cute-”

“But he’s just a friend!” Blossom added. “Just a well known friend.” she added a convincing smile but the audience whistled and cooed anyway.

The TV suddenly sparked black.

Aliyana, remote in hand, sat on her knees in front of the chip bowl, looking past it at the stain it already left on the ground, though… her eyes were looking very far, past even that.

She could remember, the first time she saw Boomer, sitting in the Garden of JS, strumming at an acoustic. She’d never seen a guy like him. 

The sun was just right, the flowers around him were all in place, and then he caught her spying on him in the reflection of a window, and he turned with a curious expression.

She shook her head viciously and picked up the last of her crumbs, ready to go to bed.

—-------

Townsvilles mall was large and bustling, which was to be expected. 

Aliyana stood by the entrance digging into her purse. She’d hope she brought everything she needed for the day, because she’d be spending the most of it here anyway. 

She sighed and shouldered her purse, blending into the crowds.

There ceiling had a huge window that allowed in enormous sunlight and worked with the smaller decorations throughout the walls and ceilings. She was on the second floor, but the first floor had a fountain you couldn’t miss. 

She looked along the stretch of stores, trying to decide on where to go first. 

This was normal. Going to the mall alone? It seemed everyone else went with a friend but, whatever, she couldn’t sit at the house all day.

Well she could but… why the hell not? What did Townsville’s style had to offer. 

Her stroll slowed past Guitar God. She got a glimpse into the store to see it looked like any other old music store. She paused and considered…

No. No. She wasn’t coming to the mall to mope around about a boy she’d purposefully forgotten, even if she did spend the entire night tossing and turning thinking about him.

She came to the mall for a new change in pace. To “be a teen for once” as Penny put it. 

It would be just her luck if she bumped into him though. 

At this point, what would he say? What would he do? Did he look the same? 

Did she look good?

She shook her head.

There was a clothing department that caught her eye and she scurried into it before her thoughts could take her too far away. 

She felt a little awkward walking in. It smelled very sweet and some Britney song was playing over the speakers. She bit at her lip as she looked across the store, trying to find an area to start in.

She caught some summer dresses and figured she’d start there. She began rummaging through the rack.

“But I have to find the dress, Boomer picked it out for me!”

She halted.

It seemed he was very popular around these parts. 

Some girl, short, brown curly hair and oddly pink eyes stood puppy eyed in front of another girl with red hair and oddly red eyes.

“Lillian, you have to move on! You need to put this back!”

“But I can’t!” the pink eyed girl pouted.

A brown skinned girl with blue eyes and dark brown hair came around the corner with an exasperated look, “Just let her keep it Meghan.”she huffed, “You knew she was going to come in here for this anyway.”

“No. NO. I’m putting my foot down and I’m going to be a good friend here,” the red head interjected sternly. She whipped the whimpering pink eyed girl to her, “Lillian, you’re only setting yourself back buying that dress because of him.”

“No!” she pouted, crushing said dress to her chest.

The red head gave her a look of disbelief before turning away and throwing her hands in the air, “Ugh! This trip was pointless.”

The pink eyed girl seemed to be very conflicted. Her eyebrows were arched up wearily. Aliyana had slowed her shopping substantially to eaves drop on the conversation. She met eyes with the puppy, pink-eyed girl, then quickly averted her gaze.

Though it was too late because she sensed her approaching.

“Does this color look nice on me?”

Aliyana stepped back from her rack and looked over.

She had big round eyes and a gentle face. She held the dress in her hands to her chest.

Aliyana pulled her lips into a tight line, “Um… yeah. Sure. It looks great.” she turned back to the rack.

The pink eyed girl was suddenly over her other shoulder, doe eyes blinking at her, “Do you really mean that?”

“Ah!” Aliyana stumbled back into a close by rack.

The girl was sheepish. She hurried to Aliyanna, notably floating, “Sorry!” she said, holding out a hand to help her up.

Aliyana chuckled, “No worries, you startled me a little there.”

“Yeah… I do that a lot,” she said, wincing a little.

Aliyana chuckled awkwardly more, “It’s fine.. It’s you know-”

“That’s a cute outfit you’re wearing,” the girl said suddenly.

Aliyana took a moment and looked down at herself. She was wearing a skirt and a halter top with sandals, “Um, thanks!”

“Yeah, no problem, Lillian by the way,” the pink haired girl said, pressing her index fingers together and looking down.

“I’m… Aliyana,” she responded reaching out a hand. 

Lillian took it and shook it, “My friends and I are doing some shopping for the summer.”

“Oh, nice,” Aliyana said, grabbing her purse with both hands, “I am too I mean,” she suddenly laughed. “Um… by myself because I’m new here-”

“To Townsville?” Lillian asked, energetic.

Aliyana couldn’t help but to giggle, “Yeah.”

“Me too! Oh my gosh that’s insane!” She had a bright look in her eye, “We should hang out together! I mean, I don’t know what school you go to but whatever, it’s summer.”

Aliyana was a little in disbelief. She hadn’t expected to meet someone at the mall. She smiled, “Um… yeah! Totally!” She dug in her purse for her phone, “Here, I’ll give you my number.” she dug around and pulled out her cell, But Lillian had already opened her own. She laughed and took it. 

As she thumbed through the contacts, she halted passing one.

Boomer…

Should she be talking to this girl?

“Lillian, we’re about to leave out!” her friends called over.

“Give me a minute, I’m making a new friend!” she hollered back.

Aliyana bit her lip.

Damn. She was probably going to regret this. Hopefully not but… what the hell.

She keyed her number and name in. 

She handed it back to Lillian.

“Sweet! Thanks!”

“It’s no problem,” Aliyana responded unsure.

Lillian was a chipper mood, “Hey, so if you wanna, you can hang with my friends and me around the mallll,” she stretched the last of her statement, rolling her arms and giving a convincing smile. Just then her friends reappeared behind her, with curious looks.

For some reason, Aliyana felt shy to the attention. She chuckled nervously, “Um, actually? I… think I’m good.”

Lillian blinked and cocked her head, “Oh well, that’s okay. But if you ever wanna hang out, you can call me!” she made a calling gesture with her hand.

Aliyana smiled, “Definitley.”

[moumantaimf]

3 months later...

Panel 1: Talirubi says "I got us a gig! It's next Saturday evening in Reñaca, at the beach. This is gonna be awesome!

Panel 2: "I'll prepare the song list and all. And Shar, please don't forget your skills at home". Sher narrates "My whole life I've been responsible because at home, if we aren't, our whole party may die. Yet here the stress was so high that I was considering finally quitting and going back to busking".

Panel 3: "But..." Juan is talking. "Hey Sher? I want some company. Would you take a walk with me?". Sher says "Sure!".

Panel 4: They're walking across a small streetway next to a hill, with buildings behind it. "What's up, Juan?". "You're a good boy, Sher, and I respect you, unlike that aweonao culiao [fucking moron] Talirubi. So I'm telling you now..."

Panel 5: "... After the gig, I'm gonna quit. I am tired of Talirubi "me me me"... and seeing how he bullies you makes me feel even more uncomfortable. I just have no idea why you put up with his bullshit". Sher replies with "I'm not surprised. And... uh... uh..."

Panel 6 we just see some 'water' drops falling to the ground in front of Sher's feet.