#was somehow alive and i used the shotgun to get him out of my way. he had the dynamite it wasnt even lit. i blew myself up.

[4giorno]

i had the best del lago fight of my life and i have to do it again

[nakylvr]

— STONER!KEEHO WHO...

yoon keeho (p1h) x male!reader

warnings/tags: language, drug usage (marijuana), nsfw themes under the cut, non-idol!keeho, established relationship

i had to write this...have my stoner!keeho thoughts 🤲 if this does good i'll make it for other idols as well

stoner!keeho who confessed to you, his best friend, when he was high as hell deciding if he didn't tell you now then he never would out of anxiety

stoner!keeho who can't keep his hands off you even before you were dating, whether it's holding your hand or a hand on your thigh, he has to be touching you somehow

stoner!keeho who rolls the best blunts but needs a filter cause he hates getting buds in his mouth

stoner!keeho who shotguns the smoke into your mouth, loving the way you look at him with dazed eyes

stoner!keeho who gets 10x more emotional when he's high, he will be watching a movie or show with you and randomly start crying when there's a sad part

stoner!keeho who is soooo clingy when he's high, he will just follow you around like a lost puppy wherever you go, he goes

stoner!keeho who will laugh at everything even if it's not funny, he just thinks everything is hilarious and can't take anything serious when he's high

stoner!keeho who burnt himself trying to use a rig for the first time and pouted while you scolded him for not paying attention to the literal blowtorch in his hands

stoner!keeho who talks so fucking much in the first half an hour he's high only to get dead silent and stare off into space and you have to ask if he's still alive

stoner!keeho who convinced you to eat a cake edible from one of his friends and saying "this doesn't hit" in the first twenty minutes to being high as hell in the next half an hour holding onto you for dear life thinking he was going to die

stoner!keeho who goes to the grocery store or convenience store high as hell and buying everything in his vision of sight cause "everything looked good" he tells you after buying way too much

stoner!keeho who will randomly start singing out of nowhere when he's high for no reason at all, he could be watching something that makes him think of a song or he just randomly starts singing

stoner!keeho who gets whiny when he's getting a blowjob done by you, trying not to fuck your face cause it feels to good

stoner!keeho who is 10x more sensitive when he fucks while high, he's a whimpering mess trying to keep himself together

stoner!keeho who can't keep his hands off of you even in public leading to him fucking you in a bathroom

stoner!keeho who likes being choked when you ride him or top him

stoner!keeho who is a switch no doubt, he will not be against you topping and he's definitely not against being the one topping

stoner!keeho who ate aphrodisiacs mixed with thc and ended up so horny that he literally fucked you for hours on end before passing out on top of you

[random0lover]

Her Past Is Their Torture

Pairing: Simon "Ghost" Riley x GN!reader

Word Count: 1.3k

Warnings: Angst/No Comfort (yet), SFW, talk of death, readers fake funeral is mentioned, fake identity is mentioned, healing wound referenced, A gun is mentioned one time, words "terrorist group" is used once, nothing to serious!

Things to know: reader themself is never referenced looks wise so this is POC friendly! Also if you decide to follow me after reading, READ MY PINNED POST, thank you ♡

Notes: I wrote this in 3 hours after not writing anything for a while, so I hope this is okay! This somehow is getting turned into a mini-series, but I cannot make any promises on how fast each part will come out, but it will be a happy ending!! Kind of proof read but not really so sorry for any errors <3

Part 1 Part 2 (You’re here!)

You were not supposed to be alive. Your heart had stopped while you were lying in the arms of the man you loved but somehow you were alive sneaking your way through the base that you used to call home. 

Today was the day of your funeral, a month after the incident, you knew it would be your only chance to make it onto base to grab a few of your main keepsakes from your room, and no matter how bad of an idea it was, you wanted to stop in Simon’s room one last time. 

Laswell didn't know you were here as far as she knew you were on your way to pick up everything to complete your temporary new identity. A 24-year-old from the States wanting to get some traveling in after completing nursing school before going back home to start their job as an ER nurse. Enough information to satisfy anyone that wanted to have a chat but nothing that would be too memorable. 

Kate was the first person you saw after you woke up in a room that was decorated with floral designs that reminded you of the worn couch that sat in your grandmother's living room until the day she passed away. She told you that your getting shot that night wasn’t a coincidence and that the same people you've spent the last few years running from were once again coming after you.

 Before you became part of Task Force 141 you had previously been part of a different unit, one that now has no evidence of existing after a mission that went haywire. You had all been tasked to eradicate a terrorist group that had supposedly made threats to multiple governments not knowing that you were not the first unit being sent in, that it was a death wish going after them. You and your captain had been the only ones to survive at first until four months later you woke in the middle of the night to a frantic phone call from him saying that they were going to come for you next, the sound of a shotgun being cocked, then the line went dead. Not ten minutes later you had packed a bag and were getting ready to go out the backdoor when you heard your front door being kicked in, if it hadn't been for your captain making that call you would've been dead too.

From that day you spent two years running, going everywhere from China to The United States, to Poland, to Japan, anywhere you could hide until Kate had you staying in the UK which is when she introduced you to Captain John Price and you officially became part of task force 141. Price was the only one that knew your full story until you told Simon but you never got the chance to tell him that you might have to keep running one day. That the people that were after you would only show up to try and kill you to then disappear without a trace until they decided to come after you again.

You had become too comfortable, too hopeful that they were not going to come after you again, that maybe it was all over but the healing bullet wound in your side states otherwise.

You shake your head to get out of your thoughts and continue to make your way through the base while keeping your head down.

~~**~~

This morning you had watched to make sure all of the task force members had left so that you didn't risk running into any of them. You had already been to your room making sure to grab the necklace Soap and Gaz had gifted you on your birthday last year, the little notebook Soap would doodle in when he would sit in your room with you, the t-shirt you had stolen from Simon’s closet, and a coffee mug that Price had jokingly given you that said “dad’s favorite”. 

You knew it was all pointless stuff but the little things had always meant the most to you especially when it was things that people that were as close to family as you'll get had given you.

Walking through the men's barracks would not be a good idea usually but today they were mostly barren for obvious reasons. You quickly made it to Simon’s room having to resist stopping in Gaz’s room and staying focused. Oddly enough the door was unlocked but you didn’t think much of it, mainly just thanking the stars that you got lucky enough that he forgot.

You make your way into the room gently shutting the door behind you and move until you're standing beside his bed closing your eyes for a moment taking a deep breath, taking in the smell of pine and cedar mixed with notes of vanilla and a small hint of smoke. 

You open your eyes and finally let your eyes drift across the room. The room itself is completely clean not a thing out of place almost as if it hadn't been touched since the morning before that last mission what catches your attention though is the small desk in the corner that is currently the dirtiest you've ever seen it, covered in a few stacks of paperwork, mugs that have dried-out tea bags in them, and not so shockingly your file. It was sitting on top of everything else but you could tell from the creases and a few dirt stains in the manilla folder that it had been opened multiple times and maybe even thrown or dropped a few times. 

You feel in your pocket for the folded note that you had written the night before and pull it out. You stare at it for a moment before opening the folder and sliding it in between some papers at the bottom of the stack hoping that he’ll find it. As soon as you close the folder you hear some voices coming down the hallway and make your way towards his closed closet waiting to see if you’ll need to hide. You hear the voice fade and let out the breath you were holding until you see the door handle turning and frantically throw yourself into the closet hiding behind his clothes and trying to shut the door.

Simon comes into your view for a moment and you see him looking around the room, you hear him let out a sigh before taking a deep breath and you see his body go rigid, you freeze hoping he didn’t hear you, and hear him sniff again almost as if he smells something weird. He turns towards the closet and you can see his eyes settle on the door, you want to slap yourself for not making sure to close it all the way and suck in a breath as he takes a step forward reaching out to open the door but before he can you hear his door open again.

“You got that file you were looking for Lt.?” Soap asks from the doorway.

Simon looks at the closet door one more time before turning to the desk and grabbing the file, “Yeah Johnny, let’s go.” 

You wait in the closet for another five minutes before you decide that it’s safe to venture out and quickly make your exit, locking the door behind you before you sneak off base. 

As soon as you reach your car the burner phone that was in the center console starts ringing the screen saying ‘GREEN’ in big bold letters meaning that it’s Kate. You pull out the phone and answer it while starting the car. “Where are you? You were supposed to be here twenty minutes ago.”

 “I'm almost there Kate, I’ll be there soon. Promise.” You sigh before hanging up.

Hi my lovelies, I hope you enjoyed the second part to Open Wounds and War Paint! Feedback is appreciated but not necessary. As always I hope you have a great day/night. &lt;3

As of right now I have a few requests, but requests are open! I cannot promise when or if I will write them, but I do prefer requests that are slightly more specific as I find them easier to write but it's not required. Thanks for reading my darlings! ♡

[admiral-mason]

I'm bored, random crossover time again

Recently I have gotten into a little shooter game known as Ultrakill.

For those who don't know: Ultrakill is basically a shooter game that combines elements from Titanfall, Doom Eternal, Devil May Cry, etc. You play as V1, a literal blood-powered combat robot that descends into Hell (from Dante's Inferno) to get more blood. On the way, you fight demons, angels, and other machines.

So? With my blog basically sporadically alive, let me revive it with another nonsensical crossover!

Gender neutral reader

SPOILERS AHEAD!

How these two games crossed over:

So you own both a PC and a phone/tablet. You would mostly play Genshin Impact on your mobile device while you played Ultrakill on your PC.

You've managed to complete both games and right now you tried obtaining all the alternate 'slab' weapons in Ultrakill. You have one already, simply called the slab revolver by many. Your next weapon to obtain is the sawblade launcher, located in stage 4-4 Clair de Soleil.

So, you did so. Whiplashing the blue skull from the right room after you used the first jump pad, the door opened and you shot your railcannon into the water. However, when you did so, the game decided to crash on you.

"What the hell??" You said before grumbling a little and trying to boot the game back up to no avail. Closing out the game, you bothered to play a little Genshin. However, within a few seconds of booting up the game, you got shocked and blacked out.

How you got to Teyvat:

After waking up, you found yourself in a plains area... and then you saw an anemo slime.

"Hey, you. You're finally awake." A voice that sounded like Microsoft Sam said from behind you.

(V1's voice from this program)

Turning around, you were greeted by the blue camera head himself.

"What the frick V1 how are you here??"

"I don't fucking know, one moment I touched the sawblade launcher, and now I'm here in what appears to be Limbo but not fake with the human who basically assisted me in murdering all of hell for blood. By the way, you perform really great shotgun yeets!*"

"Uh, thanks." You awkwardly responded.

"Now where the fuck can I get some blood?"

In Mondstadt:

The two of you ended up wandering around V1 had managed to kill a few wild animals for blood with his revolver. It didn't take long for someone to hear the sounds and approach you two afterward.

"You two! Stop right there!" Amber heard the sounds of V1's revolver shots as she ran towards you two. If it weren't for you rapidly telling V1 to not shoot her, she'd likely be on the floor in a pool of her own blood.

"...Hi there." You awkwardly said before she ended up tackling you to the ground in a hug with V1 just looking at the sight.

After Amber took you two to Mondstadt, word spread quickly of the Divine One and their blue angel-looking machine. The two of you managed to receive free housing with the Knights of Favonius alongside a tour of the city.

V1 abused his superior mobility to cross the entire city from one side to the other in less than a minute. This astonished the local citizens at this strange individual's movement skills. And then he accidentally crashes into a random citizen's cart.

"WHEEEEEEEEEEE"

"V1 don't you're gonna-!"

V1 crashes into a cart full of cabbages, toppling it

"..."

Everyone's also confused at his ability to seemingly generate coins... before shooting at them with that curved thing he holds in his hands and then it kills stuff. (I presume that most Mondstatians have never seen guns, the closest they have seen is probably a bow,)

Then he somehow pulls a giant double-barreled minigun?? Then a tube that shoots rockets??

Expect Klee to be all over him.

"Well see, this rocket launcher used to be an industrial tool, until some-"

"HOW BIG OF A BOOM CAN IT MAKE?!"

"...Let me demonstrate!"

V1 activated the freeze mode on his Freezeframe Rocket Launcher and fired a few rockets at a group of wolves...

...Safe to say, those wolves and their surroundings got blown up to high hell.

When Jean found the destructive duo, V1 just took Klee into his arms and proceeded to abuse his mobility yet again.

"BOING! Catch me now, bozo!"

"Get back here you blue thing-"

"I am not a blue thing thank you- BOING!"

Looking past shenanigans, Albedo and Sucrose have taken an interest in V1's lethal arsenal that's even far superior to Fatui tech. Noelle might ask to train with the machine after some introductions.

In Liyue

After a few days of staying in Mondstadt, you kinda wanted to see Liyue so you told everyone else and asked V1 to accompany you. Upon arrival though, you found out that Liyue prepared a celebration for the two of you. Turns out news can leak out quickly to the world even if you've only interacted with a part of it.

V1 found Liyue significantly more fun to traverse and navigate around. From mountainous marvels to spacious streets, the nation provided him with no short of tricks to pull off.

Everyone interacted with V1 normally until he started using the Whiplash to grab items from various vendors merely flipping a few coins at them in return. This led to a scuffle with the Millelith and he ended up shocking everyone by knocking all of the soldiers out with a mere punch to their chest.

Thankfully you managed to calm him down.

When he saw the Jade Chamber, he made it a personal challenge to ascend without using the proper way. He unfortunately did so while Ningguang was pleasantly talking with you.

"This, your grace, is-" You could then faintly hear rocket sounds in the distance, with Ningguang following suit shortly after. You both turned in the direction of the sound to see V1 flying on a rocket with his Freezeframe Rocket Launcher yet again before he jumped off and landed right next to the two of you.

"Hi friend I'm back! Mechanic abuse is funny!"

Ningguang just blinked at the sight of the combat machine that somehow stood on a small flying object to get up here without proper authorization. "...Your grace what the heck did that thing just do??"

"I AM NOT A THING-"

Part 2?

*Shotgun yeets refer to projectile boosts.

[riggedtraps]

how do u feel abt everyone u know?

Everyone? That's a pretty generalised question, but sure.

John: so caring and kind to me, I love him like a father. He's taught me everything I need to know to survive and to carry on his legacy. I don't think I can begin to describe how grateful I am that he chose me. John helped me quit my addiction when I thought it wasn’t possible. Sometimes, we clash a bit. His methods don't make sense to me sometimes, but I always try to do what he says because he always has good intentions. I love him wholeheartedly. He brought me back to life.

Jill Tuck: she's sweet and she's kind. We don't talk anymore but I appreciate her trying to help me with my addiction...until she decided to give up on me.

Lynn: we have a complicated relationship. She's sweet but with a fiery streak. Very hot. But after the shotgun collar trap, I'm pretty sure she hates me. At the least, she distrusts me. I don't blame her and I don't know how to fix it.

Hoffman: Piece of shit. Die. Die with fire. Who the hell let the ape out of its cage? Well—okay, I hate him, but I guess I admire his resourcefulness. I appreciate when he helps me with traps. It's hard to like him when he constantly disobeys John, though. One of these days, he's gonna say the wrong thing and I'll hit him. I can’t wait.

Lawrence: I like him, he's nice and smart. We don't talk much. I'd like to talk to him more but I think he hates me. Okay, no, I know he doesn’t, he said he doesn’t, but why doesn’t he? I put him in a trap. And I know the trap changed him, for the better—but also for the worse. It's...complicated.

Adam: again, it's complicated. We're friendly, amiable. But I put him in a trap as well. I think my guilt gets in the way of us. I don't know how he feels about it. I feel like a piece of shit because I am a piece of shit. Every time I'm around him, I get awkward because I don't want to hurt him again.

Scott: he's...an interesting one. He's nice enough, he's mostly chill. He kept flirting with me even though I'm a lesbian, which was pretty funny. I went to one of his concerts once. It wasn’t the best but it wasn’t complete shit either. Overall, he's pretty decent.

Niki: Probably one of the few friends I have. I shouldn't have but I've grown a bit of an attachment to her. She's funny and kind and really, really, pretty. I'm not gonna say anything else because if I do, I'll say things that I want to keep to myself.

Brent: I think the trap he was in messed him up more than he wants to let on. I know he appreciates it because he was able to serve justice to that monster Easton, but killing someone when he was that young...It's got to have messed him up. Has it even sunk in for him? That he's a fucking murderer? Poor kid. Makes me wanna keep an eye on him, make sure he's protected.

Eric Matthews: piece of shit. He ruined my life. I thought I killed him but apparently, he's somehow still alive. If anyone knows his location, tell me, I need to finish the job. I'll make sure John doesn’t find out this time.

[decks-writing-blog]

Use This Power for Good

Summary: Gordon discovers that upon dying, he comes back and everything resets, including other people who had died.

[A/N] I'm a sucker for video game protagonists having the power to reset via death. It's neat and full of good angst opportunities. Also when I played Half-Life for the first time I was fairly save-scummy to save as many scientists as I could so upon Youtube reccing me a video about just how many it's physically possible to save, I of course watched it (I missed a bunch in my playthrough). Which, combined with the first thing, is what inspired this fic.

Also, my first Half-Life fic, yay! I'm late to the party but that's okay. Such is the case with most of the fandoms I write for these days.

Content Warning for temporary Character Death. He also commits suicide to purposefully trigger one of these resets.

~

Upon stepping out of the destroyed test chamber and realizing just how bad things had gotten, Gordon had been pretty sure he wasn’t likely to live much longer. The military showing up to clear out the alien invasion and all who knew of it made death inevitable. The HEV suit had done a lot to keep him alive but it could only do so much. But hey, he’d made it further than he ever would’ve thought he might, if he’d been given the time to think about it anyway. Along the way he’d helped as many as he could. Hopefully a few of them would be able to get out… somehow.

Gordon shifted in a vain attempt to make himself more comfortable. All he accomplished was sending a fresh stab of pain through his side as more blood welled out between his fingers. It was pooling on the floor around him and smeared on the wall behind him, filling the air with its now familiar coppery smell. If it spread a little further it’d soon start mingling with the pool of blood leaking out of the solider that had snuck up on him while he’d barely manged to fumble his way into taking out the rest of their squad. They’d died for the effort – Gordon may have never killed anything before today but he had been taught how to use a gun – but the fatal blow had already been made.

Perhaps something profound could be said about their blood mingling in death whilst surrounded by more dead, both alien and human alike. Something about the fragility of life even amongst beings from another world. Or maybe about how violence and killing wasn’t just a human trait but that of all life, regardless of its origin. … Or maybe Gordon was just starting to grow delirious with blood loss.

The end couldn’t be far off. His extremities, gone cold were now growing numb. He couldn’t even properly feel the blood oozing from where he clutched his side, his grip weakening letting it flow even more freely. Not that he’d been able to staunch it particularly well anyway. If his attempt to do so slowed his demise, it hadn’t been by much.

Darkness pulled at him, eating at the edges of his vision, tempting him to close his eyes and fall asleep. He didn’t. Fighting was futile but he’d known that for a while now, far longer than he’d been sitting here waiting to bleed out for. He was going to keep breathing for a long as he possibly could if for no other reason than to spite the world for just that little bit longer because fuck it for trying to kill him so hard.

~

Gordon blinked. Before him was a familiar hallway, leading to a closed door. On the other side of which would be a military squad, waiting to ambush him. He shouldn’t know that but he’d already gone through that door and… hadn’t survived the encounter.

Shaking a little, he looked down at himself. He was holding his shotgun as he’d been upon first going into that room, down but ready to snap up and fire should the need arise. The HEV suit was a bit scratched up and dented in a few spots but it was intact, no glaring hole in the side from an almost point blank shotgun blast that also tore up his side bad enough to leave him to slowly bleed out. It was fully charged too, meaning it could likely take such a blow and leave him only a little bruised. A quick check with the suit revealed all his ammo wasn’t as depleted as it should’ve been either.

What the hell was going on? One moment he’d been bleeding out, struggling for each and every breath. But now he was hearty and healthy again, as if the last twenty or so minutes hadn’t happened. … A dream or hallucination perhaps? This was the single most stressful day of his life after all, surely such things weren’t too far out of the question. It had felt so real though, especially the pain. Surely such pain couldn’t have been a dream. What else could it have been though?

If he went through that door, would the military squad be there again? Would the fellow who’d killed him? Only one way to find out.

He crept forward and pressed his ear to the door. … Nothing for a while but then… low muttering and the shifting of heavy boots. The door muffled the words to the point he couldn’t understand them but someone was certainly on the other side. Multiple someones since the speaker was most likely talking to someone else.

Straightening, he reached up and pressed the button to bring the HEV’s helmet up before adjusting his grip on his shotgun and bursting into the room. Exactly as before he was met with three soldiers immediately. Last time, he’d been somewhat surprised and had had to scramble. This time he knew exactly where to go and wasted no time in doing so.

Two more soldiers were waiting for him there but he was ready for them this time. As he got into position, he lifted the shotgun and blasted the closer one in the face, making their head explode in a shower of gore. Kicking the body into the guy behind them gave the perfect opportunity to blow their head off too. He hadn’t gotten a good look at either of their faces in either instance he was here but they had been standing in about the same exact spot. No time to think about that now though.

In response to Gordon moving to cover, the next two soldiers moved to the same positions as before. And then, sealing the deal that his death hadn’t been a dream, while Gordon was looking at them, the third came up behind him, ready to try to blast through the suit with a point blank shot while he was busy taking out the others. Knowing it was coming, Gordon turned and fired before they could get that close. Another close range head shot. Effective, especially with how heavily armored the soldiers’ torsos were, but gosh were they horrific. But with that guy down, the last two weren’t too much of an issue to take out as well.

As the gunshot’s echoes petered out, he lifted a hand to lower his helmet, allowing him to see properly once more. These military guys all looked similar, especially with their heads blown off, so there was still technically room to doubt they were the same ones he’d killed before dying himself. But they’d been in the same spots and had tried the same tactics to kill him so that doubt was rather small, bolstered only by the impossibility of not just Gordon coming back to life but the soldiers too.

Then again, before staring to work at Black Mesa almost a handful of years ago now, there’d been plenty of other things Gordon had thought impossible that proved to not be. Perhaps direct exposure to the resonance cascade had done something to him, altered the way time affected him or dropped him in a parallel universe upon dying. Or something else he was too frazzled to consider right now.

It was fascinating whatever it was. Oh, what he wouldn’t give to be back in the lab, studying it. … Except well, testing it would likely involve him dying some more or just again, assuming it could only happen once. In which case he didn’t really want to test it after all. After he got out of here, he’d try to find a way to study it that didn’t involve dying… assuming he ever got out of here. He’d just learned the hard way that, no matter how many aliens, zombies, or military goons he killed, he was still a soft squishy animal protected only by a hazard suit that even as advanced as it was, was still far from infallible.

~

Three more accidental deaths sealed the deal that when he died, he came back a seemingly random amount of time before that death. As before, with his death, everyone and everything else who’d also died in that time came back too, ignorant of the revival. Annoying when it came to the beings responsible for his death – though it did make killing them again easier – but a great good for the scientist he managed to save as a result. Which sealed the deal on him using this power for good.

How long had he been in this state? Presumably since the resonance cascade. If only he’d known, there were so many he’d tried and failed to save. Too late now though, he’d just have to do whatever he could to save everyone else that he could. … Which would undoubtedly mean he’d have to eventually face the decision of killing himself to reset things. Not a thing he was looking forward so he could only hope it wouldn’t happen soon. But of course it did.

The scientist screamed as the giant worm-like alien burst through the window to impale him with its sharp beak like protrusion. He kept screaming, his voice gurgling and wet, as it dragged him across the floor and out the window. It finally stopped a few moments later, leaving Gordon in a heavy silence as he stared at the trail of blood, leading to the broken window.

He took a couple steps forward and peeked out. There were three of them and they were huge. Or perhaps it was just one being with multiple appendages. Even after the horror he’d just seen it commit, it was still awe-inspiring. Alien life was likely just a complex and varied as that of Earth’s. Biology wasn’t Gordon’s passion or expertise but he still had an interest in it, enough to make him wish studying these beings were an option. … Especially since that would mean they wouldn’t be killing people because now he had to make a choice.

Continue forward and if he happened to die and come back at time to allow him to save the fellow he’d just watched die horribly or kill himself now and save him for sure. Not a comfortable choice. He didn’t even know the guy, this wasn’t the part of Black Mesa he worked in. But if he had the the power to help, he was morally obligated to, right? He certainly would’ve if he’d known it was an option back when he failed to save people he did know.

With a heavy sigh, he pulled out back stepped to where the alien creature couldn’t easily reach him through the window. That had looked a painful way to die, he had no wish to experience it. Instead he pulled out his pistol and placed it to his the side of his head. It was cold against his flesh, held steady only by how firmly he pressed it there. It would be okay though, he’d already died and come back four times, a fifth wouldn’t be too bad and this should be a much quicker death, maybe even painless. He would never be able live with himself if he had the power to prevent people’s death but refused because he was frightened.

If he had to do it though, it’d be really damn nice if he could send himself all the way back to the start though. Even if that meant restarting this whole nightmare, it’d be worth it. But even if he hadn’t known of his power then, he did now, meaning he had to use it. So after taking a deep breath, he held it for a few seconds before pulling the trigger.

~

Sirens blared as lights flashed and sparked around him, making him feel dizzy and unwell. Pushing himself up and the back to his feet, he looked around. … He was in the test chamber again, right after all everything had gone wrong. Seems, his thought of wanting to go back had somehow brought him back here; he had some control over whatever this was.

A good thing, this was what he’d wanted. But also… he’d made it so far. Now he had to do all that again. Lying down for a nap first would’ve been great but he didn’t have time. Lives were at stack and depending on him. Also, he was bound to learn more about this power of his along the way. That was going to be interesting, though likely unpleasant as well, to say the least. So he squared his shoulders, shook himself off as best he could and marched out to begin the nightmare again. This time, he was going to save everyone he possibly could, even if that meant dying a dozen more times.

[hugsnkisses-xxx]

Hi everyone!

This is my very first post on Tumblr, I have zero experience with tumblr, and though I've been lurking for a week or two now, I'm still trying to figure it all out. I came here as a Quotev refugee and I plan to stick around. I'm not entirely new to blogging, as I do also have a Dreamwidth (which I mostly ignore, but still).

Anyway, for those of you who don’t know me, my name is Caoimhe and I am 18 years old (19 on 10th July) and I was born in Belfast (hear the shotgun shell blast), Northern Ireland, where I still live now. I just finished my A-levels (woohoo!) in history, law, and government & politics and I think I did fairly well, especially considering it has been a whirlwind of a year, and I am still not sure how to feel about it all.

I lost my twin sister, Aoife, to cancer last summer and it still feels surreal to even write these words, even though it has been almost a year now. A year without my best friend, a year without my other half. Some days it feels like just yesterday we were laughing and planning our futures together, and other days it feels like a lifetime ago. Man, we used to do everything together. Now there’s just this gaping hole, everything just seems a bit dull, a bit off, and I doubt that will ever wear off. I doubt things will ever go back to normal.

Now that I have finished my exams, that hole just seems to have grown bigger. See, after she passed, it was easy to force myself back to school, to focus on studying, to focus on dealing with my parents and siblings back at home, to figure out what life would be. But now I have nothing to focus on. My mother, who used to need care (she has early-onset Alzheimer's) has been moved to a care home. My nephew who lives with us has cerebral palsy but he has started this new intervention programme and is out of the house for hours on end with his mum/my older sister. I have two younger brothers who are old enough to care for themselves and reject my attention whenever I do try to give it to them, and a father who genuinely wishes I was the one who died instead (so I don't bother with him).

So I have nothing to take my mind off the matter aside from just sitting here, hoping to catch something that holds my interest. I type this all out because it is therapeutic in a way, but also because Aoife used to dream of having a blog, posting about her life, posting about Belfast and the politics that come into it, posting about her great love (cats) and anything else that came onto her path. She asked me to blog with her not long after she started one and we tried to share a blog. It was over on Dreamwidth. I wasn’t that into it at the time and I feel bad about that now, because I think we could have been a great team had I put in the effort. I suppose my continuing to blog is a way to make it up to her. To cope with my own grief, to keep the memory of her alive, and to somehow find a new purpose in life. I think she would have been so proud. She always believed in me, even when I didn’t believe in myself (which was quite often, actually. It still is. She was always the star of the show and whilst I never really resented her for it, I did feel jealous from time to time when it came to the attention she was given compared to the attention I was given).

To anyone reading this who’s also struggling with loss, know that it’s okay to not be okay (and I know that phrase has been repeated so often it has lost its meaning, but know that doesn’t make it any less true). It’s okay to take things one day at a time. It’s okay to lean on friends and family. It’s okay to seek out help when you need it. Grief isn’t something you get over; it’s something you learn to live with, and we all learn at our own pace.

My blog isn’t all depressing posts about how I lost my twin, though. I don’t want it to be. I don’t think Aoife would have wanted that, either. I will also be posting about other things that keep me occupied, such as my job - as you might know, I'm working at a political tourist shop, which basically means I sell over-priced flags and shirts with Bobby Sands' face on them to dumb tourists who have no idea what they're buying but buy it anyway. One of my favourite things to do is talk to tourists about the significance of what they're buying, or especially, the connotations the items or slogans have. Many visitors come with a... vague understanding of our history, at best, and although I am no expert, I like to give them just a little bit of insight. I feel like it is essential to pass on the basics to people who come to visit, if not for them, then for us, so they don't go on to spout nonsense and give others the wrong idea about this wee country. Because Belfast really isn't as bad as the past may have you think. We have our issues, it's true, but what country doesn’t? We're trying our best. It's not as if we are killing each other on the streets (not anymore).

I think my favourite part of the job is getting to meet people from all over the world. Like, just the other day, I had a lovely conversation with a couple from Spain who had stopped by to get some information on the murals they saw outside. They hadn't booked a tour but hoped some of us could give them more information. I told them about the murals, I told them about the Peace Lines, I told them to meet me after my shift and they did, and I showed them the 45-foot high wall on Cupar Way. It's a bit of a tourist attraction yet does still serve a purpose. I live near it. I know the safety it offers. They were really very respectful about it all and it's encounters such as this one that warm me up to tourists as a whole. Of course there’s the rotten apples (I remember a German family git quite pissed about me not giving them a discount for stupid reasons, for example), but you have those in every group of people.

I guess I just like sharing about this wee city I'm from, haha. I'm proud of how far we've come but I also recognise we have a long way to go still. Yeah, what i like about my job is that it’s not just about selling things; it’s about sharing a piece of where I come from and what we’ve been through. It’s a reminder that despite our past, Belfast is a place of resilience and hope.

Now, that was a little heavy, haha. I also enjoy listening to folk music and I love animals of all kinds. Despite all of the above, I'm not a very political person - I'm mostly interested in how the past shapes our future and politics obviously plays a role in this, but in a more broad way. I'm not one to criticise someone for holding different beliefs to myself. I think that's just plain wrong. I like casual conversations and making the most of life. I mean, the biggest, heaviest thing weighing on my mind right now is if I go on to university or if I'll be taking a gap year (or several?) to get some money in, because we're not exactly rich. Maybe I won't even go on to university at all. Who knows. Certainly not me. ;)

That's just a bit what this blog is about, or what it will be about. I hope to see you around sometime!

[jimsmovieworld]

SCREAM 6- 2023 ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

GHOSTFACE TAKES MANHATTAN!

Absolutely loved Scream 6.

The Core Four move from Woodsboro to New York City to go to college and ghostface isnt far behind them.

The opening was inventive and fresh. Samara Weaving was great. The moment ghostface took his mask off really shocked me. I thought maybe this was a stab movie or something. Then ghostface calls him and he becomes the victim. I didnt understand why until later in the film but really liked all this.

Also a great Friday the 13th 8 nod with that on the tv.

The New York setting was brilliant and a breath of fresh air. Absolutely love Woodsboro but was nice to mix it up. The scene in the convenience store was so cool. Ghostface with a shotgun! ❤️

Ghostface in general was really scary in this. Really vicious kills and a lot less clumsy than he usually is. Scream 6 had some really tense moments and chase sequences. The ladder kill was absolutely terrifying.

As for the characters....

Just as Scream 2022 did. This film gives plenty of screen time to newer characters before introducing any of the legacy cast.

I think it really worked here and set up a lot for the film. Tara and Sams relationship was very well written. Melissa Barrera and Jenna Ortega were both amazing. So happy to have them as the centre of these movies. Both very likable.

Chad and Mindy were great. Chads relationships with Tara was sweet and Scream 6 confirms Mindy is Randy (Meeks). Just as her uncle Randy used to do she is the horror buff who gets to to explain the updated rules. And does it very well. Although i think her haircut is probably the worst Scream haircut since Gale in Scream 3.

I was very happy they brought Billy Loomis (Skeet Ulrich) back again through Sams thoughts. Love Sams conversations with him. Its hilarious that he is always trying to convince her to become a serial killer like him but he also watches out for her. Theyve found the perfect way to bring Billy back and should continue to do so for as long as Sam is around.

Now as for his boyfriend Stu, he was mentioned to be dead and then Mindy said:

"If you believe hes dead".

This is all i need to hear to continue holding out hope for him to still be alive and the next killer...

Other returning characters were Roger L Jackson as the iconic voice of ghostface.

Courteney Cox returns as Gale Weathers. Despite saying she wouldnt write a book about the last movie she does anyway. This leads to one of the best moments of the film when Sam tries to punch Gale. Gale ducks it only to be punched moments later by Tara. Hilarious. Somehow this is also the first time she has talked to Ghostface on the phone. Her putting him on hold had me laughing. That whole scene was great, Gale is badass and put up a great fight. I was genuinely surprised she survived, i thought she was going to die for sure.

She is also now the only person to appear on screen in every Scream movie.

Neve Campbell declined to return over a salary dispute sadly. The film mentions Sidney, shes alive and well and has taken Mark and the kids somewhere safe.

I did miss seeing Sid as shes my favourite final girl ever, but the film was so good that the story didnt need her to work. Glad shes still alive though in that universe so we can bring her back. Pay Neve Campbell anything she wants she deserves it.

Also returning was Kirby (Hayden Panettiere). Everyones favourite character from Scream 4 was brought back from the dead and now works for the FBI. She took a special interest in the ghostface killings naturally and helps them solve the case. Great idea bringing her back. Shes a great legacy character, had good chemistry with the new gang and would love to see more of her.

As for the killers....

Really liked their motive. Its Richies family. They explain they killed the film student wannabes at the start after they got everything they needed from them.

This is a great nod to the killers motives in Scream 2 which this film parallels in many ways. The most obvious of which being they go to college (the frats and sororities even have the same names as in Scream 2).

Richies family out for revenge is like Debbie Salt and the guys killed at the start are like Mickey.

Good stuff.

This is now the most killers ever to be in a Scream film which was interesting. Even if you dont count the guys at the start, three is a record.

The double knife clean from the dual ghostfaces was perfect. Out of the kids i much preffered Quinn. I thought Quinn was really great when we saw her earlier and i didnt see the twist coming that she was still alive. Her brother seemed completely boring to me during the film. Showed a lot more personality when he was revealed as a killer though to be fair. I thought Dermot Mulroney was good but the bit where he called and warned Sam about Kirby being the killer sadly was a dead give away. Its obviously not Kirby so therefore was him. I thought the three killers was really interesting. They all had brilliant deaths i thought. Love that Sam resists being a killer but when she does get to stab someone she stabs them 100 times.

Also loved the way this movie pays tribute to every previous Scream film and not just the original. Great to see underated killers like Roman Bridger get some props. The ghostface museum filled with all the previous killers costumes and other props was absolutely incredible.

After seeing this on Wednesday for the first time i was annoyed to hear there is a post credits scene that i missed. Went back yesterday and rewatched it and stayed til the end.

Its a five second clip of Mindy saying:

"Not every film needs a post credits scene".

Now theres only one thing i had a problem with.

I didnt have an issue with no main characters dying. This is rare for a Scream film but you can do it every now and again as long as get some in the next sequel. With Dewey dead and Sidney unavailable, we are running fairly short of Legacy characters so im glad Gale and Kirby lived.

I love the Core Four so glad they all lived. But for gods sake you have to sell the stab wounds a bit more. Chad got stabbed like a million times, its fine for him to survive the film but make it seem believable, there is no way someone could live through that.

Mindy was even worse. Stabbed twice directly im the guts. So less than Chad, but not only did she survive but she was running around unphased 30 minutes later with the explanation that they gave her strong drugs? I absolutely loved the subway stabbing scene so will give it a pass. Very creepy and loved all the iconic horror costumes people had.

Scream 6 has topped the box office with an opening weekend of 44million plus domestically making it the best debut for any Scream film ever. Its been getting rave reviews from fans and critics and currently stands at a 7.4 on imdb. With all that happening its all but guaranteed we will have another Scream movie on the way before long.

What a time to be alive.

Directed by Tyler Gillett and Matt Bettinelli Olpin.

[arithecreatorsstuff]

Brother's Keeper

Abel wakes up. And his new sister has a chat with him.

I had just finished my nap with the Doctor, whom made an amazing recovery in a few hours time. We were just setting up a... ahem... follow up appointment when the "Oh Shit!" alarm, as the Security guys call it, started blaring.

"Agent Rabbit, report to 076 Containment immediately. Repeat, Agent Rabbit, report to 076 Containment immediately. All other personell are to report to the Designated Safe Zones as instructed. 343 help us all."

"Great. I now have to go see what kind of crap the big Sumerian meathead is trying to pull this time. Chances are, my darling, I may be back soon, but as a patient."

"Be careful, sweet Angeline. Or I might just have to cure him."

"I'm not sure if he has the Pestilence yet, unless being the biggest jerk in history is a symptom. Nevertheless... I'm going to be very careful with him."

"I hope you have a plan."

"I do. I'm just hoping it never moves beyond step one: explain to him he's not just killing people, but causing untold amounts of pain and grief. If all else fails... there's always Dr. Clef's favorite prescription, several rounds to the head from a shotgun." I give my dearest one final kiss for luck, and try to talk my idiot brother out of something stupid.

I reach his containment unit, brace myself, and go in. The security guards on the turret guns are, amazingly, merely terrified, and alive. Good. Big Brother is pacing in front of his cube, but he's unarmed for a nice change. Which means I can try being logical with him. For now. He looks up, and sees me.

"You came back? I tried to kill you, and you came back." He sighs. "You're braver than I thought, Little Sister."

"Siblings fight all the time. It doesn't mean they don't care about each other. Besides, I can kinda get the whole urge to go on a rampage thing. I'm not condoning it, but I can undestand it." I sit down cross-legged, and he follows suit. "That being said, I asked to take a look at your file a while back. It says you vastly prefer killing to causing pain. Okay, but... by killing every single human you come in contact with, you cause their families untold amounts of it. Think about it. Every one of them, someone's father, or sister, or brother. Sons, daughters, wives... grandchildren, cousins, friends, even coworkers... they all suffer for every single person you kill. I suffer each time you break out and go nuts. Not just because I care for a lot of people here, but because I care about you too. And, having to hurt you hurts me even more." I look him in the eye, steel grey to ocean blue. "I don't want to hurt you. You're my big brother, and I love you. Besides, you've been through enough."

He blinks, processing. Then, something anomalous even by our generous standards happens. He's thinking. Really thinking, and about his behavior.

"I'm sorry, Little Sister. It is true, I have endured many trials. I fought, and killed, and never thought about it, I was so blinded by my rage. But, it may be too late to change for me, my sister. My whole life has been a battlefield. Secretly, I tire of it at times. It is, however, all I know. How do I change? Can I even?"

"Change takes time. But... that's not a problem for you, is it?" I grab my brother's hand, and gently squeeze. "I'll be here to help. Just take it one step at a time, just like learning any skill. I'm not expecting miracles here."

"Very well. I will try not to kill anyone not trying to kill us first. After all, a good brother should protect his younger siblings as a shepherd tends their flock, but will fight off any threat to them. You and Iris, you're all I have now. My sisters. And woe to anyone who harms either of you."

"That cuts both ways. Anyone trying to hurt you, Iris, hell, even Clef... it won't be pretty. Family takes care of their own. Granted, Clef is clearly the weird uncle no one talks about but still somehow shows up to all the functions, but he's family." Abel laughs. I think I like him laughing a lot more, he has this huge laugh. It shakes him all over. His eyes are squinted a bit, and he's turning slightly pink in his cheeks. Eventually, the laughter dies down.

We're still talking when a nervous Security guy approaches.

"Uh... is everything okay here? Should I tell Site Command to relax now?" Abel and I exchange quick glances. He then gives the guard a thumbs up. The guard looks like he's about to simultaneously need new trousers and faint, but the alert is called off. Big Brother and I stand up. I hug my brother, glad he at least heard me out. He ruffles my hair, and steps back into his cube. Like I told him, I'm not expecting a miracle. But at least him not killing anyone today is a start.

[lostinnightcity]

Entry 07: May 21, 2077 (金)

I finally feel like my life is starting to settle into a new routine. Don't get me wrong, my entire personality is still slowly being consumed by a digital parasite. I still could catch a stray bullet at any hour of any day. Arasaka still hangs over my head like a cloud of acid rain. But, but...I'm catching my breath at last.

I woke up this morning and looked out my window, and for the first time, I actually noticed the building across the way. I think it's a high-end apartment, but you'd be forgiven for thinking it was some software company's offices. What caught my eye was the grass. It's so rare just to see a patch of perfectly-manicured grass in Night City. For a moment, I remembered what it felt like to feel grass between my toes on a late summer day. I'd love to make it over there just one time before it's lights out for V. You reading this, Johnny? Don't be in too much of a hurry.

The Delamain cab AI has pulled me into some side hustle, wrangling rouge cabs it's lost track of. Long story, but Del's courteous and easy to work with, and he pays well. Well enough that I might be able to pay Vik back for everything he's done for me. Today I found two of the cabs. One was despondent, if an AI can be such a thing. Wanted to drive over a bridge. I did some pop psych on it and got it to return to dispatch. The other one was harder, less agreeable. Thankfully, I had a Cut-O-Matic in the trunk of my Hella, and somehow I managed to get the Delamain pinned in between a pole and my car, and I just went to town on its hood with the chainsaw until I managed to sever something important and took the cab offline. Del was thankful. The damn thing made a mess in the streets before then, though.

I was on my way to meet Claire, the bartender from the Afterlife, when Regina called me about a possible cyberpsycho incident down by the shoreline. I happened to be nearby so I grabbed my electric shotgun--correctly surmising it would be best to deal with a chromed-out basket case--and got to work. It was fucked up: from what I can gather, the whole thing was a reality show practical joke gone way, way too far. Messed up family and cut-rate implants led to a bad situation. I was able to put the psycho down without killing her (a Kiroshi targeting unit I've managed to acquire helps focus on non-lethal takedowns). Regina wants them taken in alive whenever possible. Suits me. I don't really think this was her fault. I felt bad for her. Hopefully Regina can get her the help she needs.

I was still able to make it to the starting grid before Claire. Here we are before the race:

Claire's great. Maybe a little pushy, but I can tell she's got a big heart. She lost her last driver, that's how I got roped into this. She didn't want to talk about the specifics, I can tell there's a story there that still hurts. Whatever she's racing for, it's about more than just the money.

Get this, though: We came in first! Frankly, I'm not sure how comfortable I am with this. Not that I'm worried for us, we handled it without breaking a sweat. But these races are fast, and violent, and this one was right on the streets of downtown. The organizers make sure NCPD get their cut to look the other way, but some innocent could really get wiped out through no fault of their own. The next race is supposed to be in the Badlands, at least. That seems a little more sane.

Takemura was insistent I meet with him and a Saka contact of his. I didn't want to, I know it would be a waste of time at best, but what can I do? He might be one of my only ledes right now to someone who could help with the biochip. So I went down to the docks in the middle of the night (a real downer after the high of winning that race), and predictably got shat on by his contact, who turned out to be Hanako Arasaka's bodyguard. He offered us nothing, and frankly, I'm surprised it wasn't an ambush. I guess Takemura had enough goodwill with him for him to "allow" us to leave the city for good. Well, fat chance at that. I have another idea. But it was getting late, and it will have to wait.

I came home before 2:00, got out of my sweaty, rain-soaked kitch wear, and decompressed with Nibbles. I may not be living in the high-rise mansion across the block, but it'll have to do.

[five-rivers]

Technically Still a Crime

For @nocturna-starr

“My dude,” said Danny, “I am really, really sorry about your window, but there are only so many ways to tell you that I’m not going to rat you out to the government for…” He let his eyes roam over the room full of t-shirts. “Honestly, I don’t know what I’d even rat you out for. Did you steal these from the mall or something?”

Danny had been doing his normal ghost hunting routine when he’d been thrown into a mostly empty office building by an oversized mountain-lion ghost. He’d caught the ghost, but by that time the window was a lost cause, and everyone inside the not-actually-uninhabited building was freaking out about the IRS or the police or something.

At least, the people in the room were. Maybe if there were any people in other parts of the building, they were calmer.

He rubbed his head. He didn’t think he had a concussion, but he’d definitely taken a few whacks to his good old noggin and he was having trouble focusing.

“No, no,” said the man (short, round, vaguely South Asian, but honestly could have been from anywhere), “so theft, no stealing.”

“Then I’m not sure what the problem is. You aren’t hiding, like, kidnapping victims in here, are you?” he peered past the man, core flaring.

“No! No.” The man leaned closer to Danny. Danny mirrored him. “We are making…” He let the pause drag on. “Knockoffs.”

“Oh,” said Danny. “Cool.”

“You’re not upset?”

“Nope.”

“But you’re, like, a superhero.”

“Dude. Dude. My existence is literally illegal in all fifty states. I am breaking so many laws right now.”

“What?”

“Being a ghost is one-hundred-percent illegal. Those government agent dudes that chase me around sometimes want to dissect me. I’m not going to report you to anyone.” He paused. “As long as this isn’t a sweatshop or anything. I draw the line at hurting people.”

“Oh,” said the man, as if he’d just been given a revelation.

“Yeah. Also, do my pupils look the same size to you? I think I have a concussion.”

“What?”

“Because sometimes I prophesy when I have a concussion, and that’s just a bad time for everyone. Also, don’t get a dog.”

“Uh.”

Someone deeper in the room, hidden by a rack of clothing called for the man, who quickly ran off. Danny shrugged and flew away. He’d get Jazz to check him for concussions.

.

Somehow, inexplicably, word got out that Danny Phantom was down for crime.

This led to three separate people asking him to help them break into Vlad’s manor. Which. Danny wasn’t against on principle, but still. He declined.

(The ones who were trying to burglarize non-evil people got rejected with a bit more force.)

.

“I don’t know why people keep asking me to do crime,” said Danny. “I don’t do crime.”

“Yes, you do,” said Tucker. He showed Danny his card. “What does this one do, again?”

Danny was attempting to teach Tucker, well, it didn’t have an English name. Ghost poker, essentially. With Tucker’s card-counting skills, Danny reckoned they could sweep the literally underground ghost poker tournament. If Tucker could learn the rules.

“For that one, you have to draw from the deck again,” said Danny. “Anyway, this is different.”

“You are wanted by the law in two dimensions.”

“Walker is not the law,” scoffed Danny. “Except, you know, on his own island.”

“You’re illegal by existing. You’ve convinced me to gamble for money.”

“That’s not illegal.”

“It’s a felony, Danny. You blew up Vlad’s house. I think that counts as arson. Or something.”

“That was an accident.”

“The vandalism.”

“Okay, that wasn’t an accident.”

“The ghost weed—”

“Ghost nip,” corrected Danny.

“Ghost nip thing wasn’t technically illegal, but I’m pretty sure that’s because the government doesn’t know it exists. As soon as they know it gives dead people superpowers—”

“Dead people already have superpowers. And that was also an accident. I hate being high.”

“Sure. Anyway. Danny, you live a half-life of crime.”

Danny grumbled.

“I think that swatting Vlad was also a crime.”

“Not swatting. It was the GIW.”

“Still illegal. How about those ectoguns? You have a concealed carry permit for them?”

“They aren’t real guns.”

“They’re real weapons. You bring them to school.”

Danny abandoned his hand of cards to push his face into one of his pillows. “Stoppit. I’m not crime.”

“You are crime. Honestly, I think you should try to see how many crimes you can rack up.”

“Seeing as this is kind of life and death,” said Danny, “I don’t really want to push it.”

“Because you’re half alive and half dead?”

“No, because the GIW will kill me if they catch me, and if the government gets me, they’ll give me to the GIW.”

“Oh. Wow. That got dark really fast.” Tucker fell silent for a bit. Neither of them was paying attention to their card game anymore. “Hey, what about that car we stole, isn’t that-?”

“Hrrrngh,” said Danny.

.

“The IRS?” said Danny, incredulously. “You’re IRS agents?”

The larger of the two suited men tried to pull himself out of the ectoplasmic web. “Uh,” he said.

“Yes,” said the shorter man. “Did you know, filing a false death report is a crime, as is not filing a death certificate?”

“You were carrying shotguns.”

“Tax evaders can be dangerous.”

“Shotguns full of salt.”

“We aren’t approved for lethal force.”

“Salt.”

“It’s cheaper than a taser.”

Danny shook his head. “Just admit that you’re ghost hunters and go home.”

“Only after you admit that you’re committing tax fraud.”

“I’m not committing tax fraud! I don’t even file taxes!”

“Also a crime!”

“I make no money!”

“Or so you claim!”

Danny rolled his eyes. “I don’t have time for this.”

“Wait!” said the taller one. “You’re not going to leave us here, are you?”

“It’ll dissolve! Eventually!” shouted Danny.

“I’ve got to pee!”

“Tough!”

“Don’t you dare!” shouted the other. “I’m right below you!”

Danny was not paid enough for this. (Or at all, technically.)

.

Danny stood between Johnny and Technus, staring at the clinking, churring machine that continuously output sheets of thick green paper.

“Why?”

“I’ve always wanted to get involved in a serious crime,” said Johnny.

“I, TECHNUS, MASTER OF ALL TECHNOLOGY, WILL CONQUER THE UNITED STATES ECONOMY USING THE POWER OF COUNTERFEIT CURRENCY.”

“Oh my god,” said Danny. He looked at the nearest sheet. “Are those all ones?”

“THE LEAST LIKELY CURRENCY TO BE CHECKED, ACCORDING TO MY RESEARCH.”

“Oh my god,” repeated Danny. He brought his hands together as if praying, then looked heavenward. “You probably have more of these hidden somewhere, so I don’t want to deal with it.”

“No, this is—”

Technus rammed his elbow into Johnny’s side.

“I don’t want to deal with it,” repeated Danny. “Don’t spend it in Amity Park. Or Elmerton.”

“Gotcha,” said Johnny. “How much do you want for your cut.”

“I want to go back in time to before you told me about this, that’s what I want,” said Danny.

.

“So, Sam,” said Tucker, “did you hear that Danny’s now a crime boss?”

“I am going to commit murder.”

“That’s a crime, Danny.”

“I have a very good motive.”

“Technically,” said Tucker, now edging away from Danny, “that’s still a crime.”

[salami2]

Ch. 6 - The Dive

Eddie Munson x fem!reader

Summary - At this point, it was time to consider yourself wanted as well. Hiding with Eddie underneath the infamous skull rock. Ready to walk into battle with your friends by your side…

w/c - 1.8k a:n - it’s been 84 years… nah, but seriously, this one is just a warmup for the next chapter. still good with eddie fluff tho!

Warning(s) - Spoilers for ep. 6, obviously, blood loss, those bats being a lil’ bitch for you and Steve, being called princess, fighting the bats, shotguns, eddie being a lil’ perverted, the harrington siblings ✨stripping✨, hugging, false accusations

Chapter List - Ch.1 , Ch.2 , Ch.3 , Ch.4 , Ch.5

Tag List - @lokigirlszendaya @httpjiikook @castiels-gracex @notxmoo @lily-sinclair-2006

A sigh came out of you. A long and deep one. You sat underneath skull rock, picking up the tiny stones in the ground and throwing them out and about.

Currently, you and Eddie are hiding. Well, that’s what you both have been doing for a while now. But this time it’s way more serious. Life or death serious.

Picturing Jason plastering Eddie's face all throughout Hawkins with a sweet little ‘Wanted: Eddie Munson. Satanic Cult Leader’. Just the thought made you scoff. Knowing the boy for quite a while now and knowing how much different he was then that.

Soon, the sound of distant, but very familiar voices came to your ear.

“Skull rock is north! This isn’t north!”

Steve’s head peeked through the bushes. “Bada bing! Bada boom! Skull rock! In your face, man. In your stupid cocky little face-“

After what seemed like decades, you and your brother saw eachother once again. You both rushed into eachothers arms, laughing and smiling.

“Steve! Oh my god, it feels like forever!” You exclaimed with joy, Steve letting you go. Oddly inspecting you all over.

“Did that freak do anything to you? Any bruises, cuts, scratches?” He asks. A worry that you’ve never heard from him. You scoffed and shoved him away. “He was a perfect gentleman. And do not call him a ‘freak’, it’s rude, Steve.”

“This makes no sense. How could skull rock be here?” Dustin questioned himself. Shaking his compass and his brain.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, even when it’s right in your face. You just can’t admit it, you little butthead-“

“I concur,”

Eddie's voice perked up from up on the rock. Dustin's frown immediately turning into a smile.

“You, Dustin Henderson, are a… total butthead.”

He rushed up to hug him, making you smile.

Dustin turned his head to you. “Y/N, get over here!” He shouts, gesturing you to come in on the hug.

Henderson held you and Eddie into a tight group hug. Making the both of you chuckle at the amount of love the young boy was giving you. Him ruffling his hair.

“Missed you too, kid.” You said. The rest came in and greeted the both of you. “I can’t be the only one thinking the two of them look like Dustin's parents.” Robin chuckles, making Steve glare at her.

You caught up with everyone. pulling Max into a deep hug- which she has been wanting ever since she got Vecna'd. Checking on all of your kids (and Robin!) to see if they were ok.

Max chimes in. “Hey, let’s get down to business,” she says, serious. “We have a lead and we need your help, Y/N.”

Sighing, you sit down on the ground next to Eddie. Who was currently taking long sips of the beer they got for him. Oblivious to the current situation he might have to face. While you knew this was just the start.

“So… you said Chrissy and everyone else might be alive? And the only way to get them back is for me to go upside down, save them with my powers, and somehow get back out?”

It was a stretch, but they nodded.

Eddie gave you a concerned look. “Wait, your saying we need to go to where the thing that did the murders is? We could die!” He exclaims.

“I know,” Nancy adds, “That’s why it’s a massive risk.”

“See, we used to have this really powerful girl to help us but she left, so Y/N is the next back option. Besides, her powers are strong enough.”

Their eyes lingered directly at you. Scared. Anxious. Nobody knew what to do but stare at you. Making yourself, in turn, nervous to all hell. Licking your lips, you get up off the ground. Clapping your hands together and taking a deep breath.

“Well… we can’t exactly save lives just sitting here. Can we?”

Your hand reaches towards Eddie. His eyes twinkled at yours. Silently communicating amongst each other. He was scared- most definitely more scared than you. A soft ‘cmon’ coming from your lips.

“I say you’re asking me to follow you into Mordor,” he starts, keeping his eyes locked onto yours.

“Which, if you think about it, is a really bad idea,” Eddie's focus turns to Steve, nodding to his sentiment.

“But…” He turns to you. “The shire. The shire is burning.”

Dustin starts to hop on his feet. Starting to hype up for his favourite dungeon master. A knowing smile plays on your face. Giving him a hand off the ground.

“So Mordor it is.”

Dustin cheered in joy, starting to head in the direction of the lake. Everyone following along. You gave Eddie a playful punch in the shoulder before leaving. Steve gave a bewildered look. “What’s Mordor?”

“Are you really going through with this?”

While everyone was walking towards Lovers Lake, like a hike in the woods, Eddie Munson creeps up behind you and taps your shoulder. His brown eyes saddening as yours furrowed.

“Because I’ve seen you use your powers! You lose a fuck- ton of blood each time. What if brining back those three leaves, like, serious consequences on you? And what if-“

You place a finger on his mouth, immediately shutting him up. A red blush dusting his entire face. Giving him a meek smile.

“Eddie…” you whisper, “I’m going to be fine. I’ve been fine with it my whole life, and if I can bring good people back… I’d do it all over again.”

He watches you with those big, caring brown eyes watch you start moving forward. Away from him to avoid more questions about your wellbeing.

Finally, everyone reached the lake. Looking over at the boat that was perched onto the sandy part of the lake.

With the skilled hands of something like a magician, Ed ripped off the veil covering of the hidden boat. The sun had been set, and night had fully come underway.

Your neon pink roller skates, sadly, had to be ditched. Flinging on your loaded shotgun with ammo.

Eddie helped you onto the boat, giving him a small ‘thanks’. Dustin tried to enter before Steve could shove him away.

“Woah, woah, woah- your not getting on. Do you want us to drown?” he snarkily said, making Dustin frown. “But what if something happened to you?” he hastily replied, worried in his eyes.

“Dustin, don’t worry,” you comforted him. Ruffling his hair. “If anything happens, I’ll protect these idiots.”

You affirm to him, giving the only two males on the boat a pat on the back. Dustin scoffs. “I’m not just talking about them. If you die, I die!”

Your heart strings tug at the sentiment. Stretching your arms out for a hug, but immediately being pulled back as the boat headed towards the water. A sorrowful look on your favourite kid's face. Your kids are giving you a small wave.

“Man, they really are like your kids.” Robin whispered into your ear, making you laugh.

I mean, you have known them for a good three years at this point. It wasn't hard to imagine why you cared for them so much.

It didn't take long before the five of you reached the middle of the lake. You and Steve stood up on the boat. Looking down into the depths of the water.

Steve ripped his shirt off, tossing it aside. You did as well. Throwing off your shirt to reveal a white tank top. Eddie starts to unconsciously eye you up, making Robin shake him to stop. A knowing look in her eye.

He hands you both flashlights, wrapped in plastic bags. “Hey. Be careful in there.”

You nod your head and take a deep breath. Diving into the water with your brother in tow.

The light shining shown through the darkness of the flashlight. Deep, deep down into the lake. Heart pounding in your ears. Your legs kicked to go farther down.

And there it was.

A gate. Bright red, pulsing. There it was again, that feeling you felt at the back of your neck. Steve gave an affirming nod before rising back up to the surface. Taking a big gulp of air that was desperately needed.

“We found something.” Steve says, out of breath. “Yeah, a gate. And it looks fresh, too.” You add.

A tense feeling filled the air. You sighed, splashing in the water.

Not a second later did the most extremely heart rising thing happen

Steve and you were pulled into the water, grabbed by the ankle. Dragged down to- basically hell!

“Steve? Nine!?” Nancy exclaimed, hastily looking down into the lake where you were dragged. Not wasting a second to jump in after the two of you.

Eddie peered down, petrified. hands starting to shake and quiver. Watching as Nancy heroically jumped in. Robin follows pursuit. He stuttered on his words, rising up from the shaking boat.

He wanted to be brave- like you! Brave like you!

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck- Y/N I’M DOING THIS SHIT FOR YOUUUUU!!”

“Nancy! LOOK OUT!”

You exclaim, shooting a bullet into the head of the emerging bat trying to go down on your friend.

Currently, you, Steve, Robin, Nancy and Eddie were fighting off a hoard of demon bats from the upside down. You shoot them off with your shotgun, while the others swing with the boat bats.

Unfortunately, you and Steve had been attacked before they came.

Those damn bats taking a chunk out of both your sides. Blood gushing and forming a fresh, damp spot on your clothing. Going to leave a nasty scar there for a while, you thought to yourself.

Eddie watched you skillfully shoot down almost every bat that came your way. A focused look paints your fast with quick breathing. Eyes darting the dark skies. He took down the bat hailing down towards him before thinking to himself:

‘Huh… Nine kinda looks like a soldier. So focused and unphased…’

Soon enough the monsters stopped rolling in. Letting you all take a breath of relief. A short one, at that.

“You think we can take them all on?” Steve asks, looking off into the distance. A swarm incoming in the horizon. You start rushing off to where skull rock should be.

“Let’s go find some cover!” You exclaim to them, waving to follow you as the bats fly overheard.

As you make it to skull rock, you observe Nancy go to patch Steve up. You had to take your tank top off, now with only a bra on and in the corner, trying to patch up. Robin accidentally wraps the bandage too tightly around you, making you flinch. She gives an awkward smile. “Sorry.” she apologizes.

You notice Eddie climbing onto a rock. Careful to warn him. “Eddie! Be careful to not step on the vines. It’s all a hive mind.” He immediately steps down, cursing.

“So this place is like… Hawkins? But dark and nasty and shit?” he asks. You solemnly nod, making him frown.

Robin gives a pat on the back. “I did it!” She cheers. As makeshift as it was, it did the job pretty well. Despite the blood seeping through. You slip the top back on.

Eddie walks up to you. Stripping off his vest for Steve, tossing it towards him. “For your modesty, dude.”

You chuckle. Keeping that in mind for teasing later on. He takes off his second layer, passing it to you. A confused expression on your face. “And for you, Princess. Gotta be a gentleman, y’know.”

Flustered, you slipped the jacket over your exposed skin. Realizing the sleeves are too long and it’s a tad bigger then you had expected, making you smile softly and giggle. Buttoning it up. He blushes at the sight in front of him.

Munson couldn’t believe the sight in front of him. A true beauty, he thought to himself. Like a priceless diamond in his rags.

“Thanks, Ed.” You give him a quick hug. Hesitantly wrapping his long arms around you.

“Hey!” Steve's voice perks up from the bottom of skull rock. Clear annoyance in his eyes. Eyeing the both of you getting buddy- buddy.

“Don’t we have lives we need to be saving?”

And with that, this rag- tag scooby- doo gang was formed. And ready to go. Marching their way to Vecna’s territory to find the innocent people that you were going to save.

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[thegoosewiththemost]

Haunting - Part 5

Summary: BJ tries to make marriage plans.

Read Part 4 here

Read Part 6 here

“So you want to marry me? Is that it?”

Well this was easier than he thought it would be. He wasn’t going to look a gift horse in the mouth.

“Glad to know we’re on the same page, babes! Let’s get hitched tomorrow; I’m thinking, cute flowers everywhere, a nice big wedding cake, lots and lots of silk and ruffles! We’ll go make this the occasion of the century, babes! How do you feel about red? Ohhh boy, we’ll have ourselves a good old fashioned wedding-“

“Beej, there’s no wedding going on.”

“Well of course there isn’t right now. Unless you’d rather get married tonight?”

“Betelgeuse!” Hearing his middle name gave you his full attention. “First of all, I never agreed to marry you-“

“Not yet you haven’t!”

“Secondly, you haven’t explained why you want to get hitched.”

“Ever heard of loveee, baby?” His naturally (or unnaturally) green hair changed to a blushing pink and he stuck a coquettish pose as best he could on the bed which somehow made you irritated and want to laugh at the same time.

“Cut the crap, you want something out of this don’t you? I have to say you’re very goal oriented, Beej. It’s admirable, but I’m not naive.”

“Not so soft after all aren’t you?” He lamented. “I’ll lay it out for you, demon to human alright?; I’m dead. You’re alive. If we get married, I get a free ticket to live again. Ding ding ding! WE HAVE A WINNERRRR!” Somehow his voice changed again to an uncanny imitation of an energetic show host.

You shifted, trying to push down the rising anger in your stomach. So this is what the past six months had been all leading up to. A marriage proposal to bring him back to life. You seethed with hatred for this demon and you half wondered why he hadn’t popped the question a long time ago. Just to think about all the time and money you had lost trying to deal with him made your blood turn as cold as he was.

“That’s all very well and good for you, but all I’m hearing is you, you, you! What’s in it for me?”

“I’ll leave you alone! Provided that this actually works of course. Think about all that peace and normalcy that you had before I came into your life! We can even get divorced right after, and hey, in twenty years time, this’ll be a great knee slapper of a story to tell people! What do you say old pal? You ready to get shotgun married?”

You burned holes through him just staring. Trying to figure out if he was telling the whole truth or if this was one of those lies that he’d use to twist you further around his finger. If you gave him an inch, he would be the type to take a mile and then some.

“Let’s negotiate. If we do this, you leave me alone, you leave my family and friends alone and I never want to see you ever again or hear your name mentioned. No violence, no havoc, no sexually harassing anyone. Oh! And by the way, we’re not doing any sort of consummating afterwards. We do the ceremony, get divorced and then we go our separate ways.”

He pouted, pulling his lip between his teeth as purple leeched into his hair once again. “Why does everyone keep leaving me?”

You would almost feel sorry for him if not for the fact that he had ruined your life and sanity and clearly had no boundaries.

But just as quickly as it came, the normal green of his hair popped back and he extended a hand to you, “Deal!”

He had no intention of keeping any of his promises. This human had no power over his actions. He’d fulfil them at his convenience, which, at the back of his mind would be probably never.

“It’s agreed then.” You took his hand in a firm shake, trying to ignore how still and icy it felt.

“Pleasure doing business with you, old pal!” He snickered, playfully sarcastic.”

“Yes, can’t wait and all that jazz. Get some sleep, we’ve got a big day tomorrow, future husband.” Turning over, you looked away from him, smiling hopefully to yourself at the prospect of being demon-free very soon.

“‘Husband’, I like the sound of that, honey!” Wrapping his arms around your waist he pulled your back close against this chest, holding you snug as he sniffed your hair. You grimaced as you heard his nose too close to your ear.

“Shut up, Lawrence.”

You couldn’t wait to be rid of him.

[presidentbungus]

continuation of a thing

Scout says he calls shotgun but they come up Sniper’s already there in the passenger seat. For no apparent reason, he sneers. Engie says “okay there buddy”, and he gets in the driver’s seat, and Scout sits in the back in the middle since it’s the least crusty place in the entire truck basically, and Engie pulls out of the lot still with that half-smug face and Scout is legitimately worried Sniper is going to kill someone.

Engie says: “So how’s your day been?”

“Keep your eyes on the road, Truckie.”

“Just trying to keep it light.” Tick-tick-tick. Scout looks down at his feet. “I know you’re stressed ‘n everything right now but I’d appreciate if you’d be just a little more courteous. You know? I’m doing somethin’ for you and ain’t even got a thank you for it.” Tap-tap-tap.

“… Keep your eyes on the—“

“God dammit, I know. At the very least if you’re gonna snark your face off you can be creative ‘bout it,” tap-tap-tap-tap-tap, what the fuck is that noise, “what’s so hard about just being easy to deal with for once?”

Bang-bang-bang. Scout feels the vibration in the back of the seat. He looks behind him oh god, it’s Demo, Demo’s in the trunk and he looks angry and he is holding onto the window for dear life what the fuck.

“Um,” Scout says. “Guys.”

“You’re just overbearing,” Sniper says. “I mean… I’m sorry, I know I’m prickly, just… you know. Put my spikes up when someone gets close?”

Scout looks at Demo and then looks at Engie and then looks at Demo and Demo looks like he is about to behead somebody. “Hey, uh… I think, uh, guys, I think you need to—“

“I guess I get it. I mean, not really, but I see why it’s a thing—and I do really apologize if I’m too much. Sometimes I just get in my own head, y’know? Think I’m so morally high and mighty. And that ain’t really an excuse.”

Demo says something that Scout doesn’t understand muffled by the windshield but he definitely hears at least a few very bad words and he just clears his throat for a long time.

“No, I… I get it. If you don’t teach us stuff, kinda, like… who’s gonna? I understand why you do it, and… I’m sorry for not bein’ receptive. It’s something I need to work on—“

Scout yells: “Guys!”

“—Jesus Christ, Scout, what is it,” and then Snipes looks into the backseat and he grits his teeth, and then he purses his lips and Scout can’t see them but his eyes are definitely going wide under his stupid shades, and after a while of him just pursing his lips and swallowing he turns to Engie and says: “Um, Texas, turn around.”

Engie turns around. Demo sticks his tongue out. Engie slams on the brakes and then suddenly Demo is not there anymore. This is probably a bad thing.

Engie cusses and gets out of the car, running in that stupid limpy way he does, and Scout follows him after a few seconds. Sniper looks at the driver’s seat and does nothing. There is a lump of fabric down the road and Scout runs forward and kicks it and Demo groans, so at the very least he’s not dead.

“Don’t kick Demo,” Engie says, and he takes a very long time to catch his breath, and then he says: “Demo, are you, uh… alive?”

He rolls over, amazingly, and he has a black eye, and he gives a little thumbs up and says: “I probably needed that kick. Somebody help me up.”

Engie’s still winded somehow. “Scout, help Demo up.”

“Why do I have to?”

“… I’m going back to the truck,” he says.

Sniper’s out of the car, leaning against it. “Is he alive?”

“Yes I’m alive,” Demo says, and Scout grabs his arm and pulls him up until he’s sitting and he can probably do the rest so he bails and takes a few steps away.

“That’s good to hear,” Sniper says. “Why was he, uh… there?”

“Fall asleep in a truck once and next thing you know you’re being thrown out of the truck you fell asleep in,” Demo says, for some ungodly reason.

Scout says: “I call shotgun.” Somehow Demo is already in the passenger seat. He is not sure when that happened. “Why do I never get shotgun?”

The three glares he receives collectively almost blow a hole through his head, so he just accepts his fate and sits in the back—not in the middle this time, even though Soldier threw up on the seat on the right last summer and he’s pretty sure it never got cleaned, cause he thinks it’s probably a good idea to not be sitting next to Sniper right now.

“What’s the hurry?” Demo says, and he has another bottle in his hand for some reason.

Engie looks at him and laughs, and Sniper grumbles something under his breath. “Apparently Soldier ‘n Pyro got hold of Snipes’ van somehow. Decided to go for a drive. So, uh, yeah.”

“That’ll sure do it.”

“I’m sorry, by the way. For throwing you out of the trunk at fifty miles an hour. My bad on that one.”

“Happens,” Demo says, and they crest the hill and under them, besides probably a kajillion miles of road and sand, there is a beige-ish speck in the distance going very fast and Sniper digs his nails into the car seat so hard something crunches.

“Ah,” Engie says. “There we go.”

“Those bloody fucking idiots,” Sniper hisses.

Demo takes a long drink from whatever’s in the bottle. “This is fun,” he says.

[creativeashproductions]

Songbird Shenanigans // Charlie Gillespie

IN WHICH: The reader will routinely sneak away from her band/hotel to continue her tour shenanigans in parking garages. A way for the young star to return to the stupid years where the concert venue was a car and the mic was the steering wheel. As each city comes and goes with the tour, one thing never changes, driving to parking garages to scream songs at the top of your lungs.

Warnings: Swearing, Mamma Mia songs (oops), and fluff

Words: 4.0k (with lyrics included)

A/N: There’s something endearing about Charlie randomly going a stranger in a duet and dance without a care. This was loosely inspired by the chaotic live they did when Jeremy and Charlie stayed at Owen’s place. I loved Charlie’s tropical shirt giving Animal Crossing vibes.

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A moment you had desired for a while finally came around in Oklahoma City during the free day between the two concerts. The pure quiet away from the interviews, photoshoots and demanding life of a musician. Yet despite wanting this time, you definitely felt bored, which only meant one thing.

A new video for your followers as you had done since the beginning of your successful career. Back before, you had the prominent following you had; now you would travel singing in your car, and then one video got viral. That elevated your following until you had signed a record deal with your brand new agent.

A series was then born of driving at night to the parking lots and garages in the city you temporarily visited. You'd park and sing any suggested songs from a previous video for an hour to see if a fan could find you. It was a fun game you had developed.

Y/N Y/L/N: Another installment of Songbird Shenanigans. From 9pm to 10:30pm, I'll be somewhere in Oklahoma City. Come find me for the prize!

Your agent both hated and loved the series as it brought attention to your career and songs but also was a hazard during the tour. The risk of losing your voice made your agent nervous, but the positives outweigh the negatives.

"What song are you doing?" Maddie asked from her chair in your hotel suite with a ratty book in her hand. Her rich dark hair pulled up in a high bun with a few pieces of bangs pulled down to hang free.

You didn't know if you could do what you do if you didn't have Maddie by your side as your singing partner and chief stylist. Maddie also always knew without looking on social media when you had a new installment coming.

"My most requested video is Train Wreck by-"

"James Arthur." Maddie snickered with her grey eyes pinned to the page she was reading faithfully. The book had seen better days, but it was her absolute favourite one by far and one of the only physical books she had.

"Somehow forgot you had it on repeat for a week straight." You snorted, shoving a hat on your head for warmth. A plain black coat pulled over your arms that matched the warm boots you had chosen, "I'll send you my location."

Maddie waved on hand in response, having known the routine since you first started this fun series. It allowed you a bit of your old life when the concerts you performed was solely in your car with the steering wheel as the microphone.

Judy, your agent, was sitting in the lobby with her binder surrounding her when she looked with a sigh. Without a word, she tossed the keys to the rented car she knew you'd need, so in each city, she rented one. A smile of gratitude shared before you were out the door with your hood up.

"Be careful!" Judy exclaimed just as the sliding doors closed behind you, sending you out in the cold night.

Almost instantly, your cheeks turned a light pink in the cold winter air, even if the walk to the war was short. As requested, the car was a newer model but one that would blend in with other city cars. It made finding you harder, but the windows couldn't be tinted.

"Here's to hoping I get a place with good acoustics." You muttered, starting the hatchback vehicle. Despite the cold winter weather, the road conditions were surprisingly okay, but then again, you were from a small town. Roads were shit in general.

You didn't bother playing music as you used the drive to find a parking garage and warm up your throat. Your vocal coach would have your head if you didn't warm-up, and then Judy would kill you even more.

You lucked out in a parking garage to a building that seemed to be a renovated warehouse with insanely cool windows. The metal was a dark shamrock green with a multitude of small rectangular glass between the metal. The panes swung open upwards in a fascinating design.

"Perfect." You muttered, signalling to turn into the parking garage that was easily accessed and without any trespassing signs. It was desolate, with cars parked here and there in the stalls.

A bright orange Subaru definitely took the cake as the most 'flashy' vehicle among the more nondescript ones. Not that it caught your attention when you lowered your windows marginally while simultaneously clipping the phone onto the dash. Immediately you double-checked for any apparent signs to your location before declaring it safe; with a tap of your finger, your Instagram live began.

"Welcome to another part of our Songbird Shenanigans. This time I'm in Oklahoma City for a two-day concert. The most requested song is Train Wreck by James Arthur."

Laying in the silence

Waiting for the sirens

Signs, any signs I'm alive still

I don't wanna lose it

I'm not getting through this

Hey, should I pray? should I pray

A natural instinct of closing your eyes as you got more into the music occurred. Your voice belted into the garage beautifully. Tons of comments appeared in the insta live chat of both supportive and haters.

username3: I suggested this song!!!

username88: Your voice goes perfectly with the song.

The song came to an end quicker than you would have liked since it was definitely one of your favourites to sing.

Unchain the reactions, I'm not ready to die, not yet

Pull me out of the train wreck

Pull me out, pull me out, pull me out

Pull me out, pull me out, pull me out

No action was helped back from taking a swig of water from the reusable bottle you had brought along. Your eyes scoured the comments for more suggestions or things that stuck out.

"Why don't you include hints in the Songbirds?” You read out from the comment section with a smile barely held back, "Why would I? You all know that my windows are often down, and even the most unoriginal locations have tells. There's been a few people that have found me."

Username13: I think I know where you are (insert heart emoji)

          ↳Username63: username13 where?! How do you know?

          ↳Username13: jatp is streaming all day and the guys are in a car. Same background

Your eyes read the short but interesting conversation between the two different accounts on something called jatp? Whatever that was.

"Any other requests?" You asked, scrolling through the suggestions, "Sing something from jatp? I'm sorry, guys, but I have no clue what that is? Is it a movie? OH! It's a show. My bad."

The comment section was flooded, "Okay! Let me look up the lyrics and the melody!"

Three males: a blonde and two brunettes, walked between the rows of both occupied and unoccupied parking spots. The blonde wearing a black t-shirt with BEANS written across the chest and the brunette with short slicked-back hair crowded the middle guy. All three pairs of eyes watched the iPhone stream the television series.

"I call shotgun!" Owen spoke as the car in question came into view, "We gotta Livestream in the car again!"

"Your neighbour sucks, man." Charlie groaned, nudging Jeremy to unlock the car when the older man hesitated.

"If we're going live in the car, we should cover your license plate," Jeremy suggested to a resounding agreement. 

Charlie drove an obscenely vibrant coloured car that could be picked out quickly, so he didn't need any help in broadcasting his location. Owen grabbed the book from the passenger seat to angle it to lean against the plate.

"Done!" Owen called, racing back to climb into the car with his friends. The blonde-haired man bounced in his seat as the owner of the vehicle set up the screen.

In seconds, the streaming went from the app on the phone to the car's built-in screen to the boys' delight. In a moment of what some may call brilliance and others stupidity Owen went live on Instagram with Charlie joining him swiftly.

"Do you rem-"

Username76: Songbird chose a shitty location.

           ↳Username 39: Or we just got a Hail Mary hint

"Who is Songbird?" Charlie questioned, leaning closer to his friends in the front, catching a few comments.

The comments were mixed among other unrelated ones, but all had Songbird, Shenanigans or both words. The mystery was so intriguing the boys turned down the show to scour the comments for tidbits.

"Wait? Do you hear that?" Jeremy questioned, scanning the parking garage with his blue, green eyes. Soon his head was sticking out the window, "Someone is singing here."

Jeremy's hand turned the key of the car, "Is that-"

"Oh, no." Owen groaned, seeing that specific light appear in Charlie's eyes just as it did each time one of the songs came on. His pink beanie slid around his long blonde locks.

The two guys watched as the second oldest in their group did some kind of shimmy after pushing his phone to Jeremy. Jeremy's hand scrambled to get a grip on the phone as Charlie delved into his love for these songs. Sharing a look, Jeremy and Owen followed the Canadian to a car with a girl singing in the open hatchback car.

(Italics is you! Italics and bold is Charlie and you! Just bold is Charlie!)

When you were lonely, you needed a man.

Someone to lean on, well I understand

It's only natural

But why did it have to be me?

Your eyes remained shut as you neared the middle of the first verse. You completely stopped when a voice joined. Your e/c eyes met the twinkling brown of a handsome guy with the best voice you'd heard in a long time.

Nights can be empty, and nights can be cold

So you were looking for someone to hold

That's only natural

But why did it have to be me?

Your lips parted in a grin as you grabbed the hand being offered to be pulled out of the car; on your way, your hand nudged your phone. Your phone was in a mount attached to the roof of the hatch. When you followed the stranger, the phone turned in perfect view. Your free hand turned to hover over your forehead, legs bending to feign a swoon.

I was so lonesome, I was blue

I couldn't help it, it had to be you and I

Always thought you knew the reason why

Charlie beamed playing being shot by the arrow you pretended to shoot with a grin planted on your own lips. Charlie's hand flirted with your hip as you sashayed around his body from his left to his right. Hand grabbing a first full of his white with light teal with light pink design to tug him chest to chest.

I only wanted a little love affair

Now I can see you are beginning to care

But baby, believe me

It's better to forget me

In turn, Charlie grabbed your wrist to twirl you into his arms straight into an impressive dip with the toe of your shoe pointed to the far wall. Your fingers just barely caressing the rough paved lot.

"I'm Charlie," Charlie murmured during the instrumental between the chorus and the second verse. Your eyes scanned his features with an expression you would later be glad was hidden from the lighting in the garage.

"Y/N." You breathed, clutching his shoulders still low in the dip, hoping subconsciously that your breath was still fresh.

"Wanna finish this?" Charlie spoke, searching your eyes with his own; up close, you could see his eyes were a mixture of colours. You only nodded before he continued singing to the music.

Men are the toys in the game that you play

When you get tired, you throw them away

That's only natural

But why did it have to be me?

"Are you seeing this?" Jeremy whispered to Owen as they watched Charlie literally sweep a stranger off her feet. Owen could only nod as Charlie went into the next verse, still dancing as if he was in Mamma Mia 2.

Falling in love with a woman like you

Happens so quickly, there's nothing to do

It's only natural

But why did it have to be me?

Charlie spun you back away from his body in a graceful twirl your choreographer would be incredibly proud of. The moves you made somehow made sense, with the movements matching the spontaneous duet-er.

I was so lonesome, I was blue

I couldn't help it, it had to be you and I

Always thought you knew the reason why

Once more in his arms dancing, he dipped you once more as you finished the end of the last chorus breathing heavily. The two strangers staring intensely into each other's eyes with an intense look that had tensions in the parking garage.

I only wanted a little love affair

Now I can see you are beginning to care

But baby, believe me

It's better to forget me

"Intense." Owen chuckled as Charlie raised you back onto your feet with a matching grin to yours, "Oh! Look at the comments!"

Username24: Holy shit! They ooze chemistry!!

           ↳Username9: lol, okay Alex. 

"You aren't a viewer, are you?" You breathlessly laughed, taking a step away from Charlie as the music faded away.

The equally breathless spontaneous performing partner laughed as well, "I heard the song and hoped for the best."

"Are you Songbird?" Came a voice from a few feet away. Behind the once upon a time stranger stood two males approaching slowly.

"Oh!" You gasped, turning on your heel to see where your phone was pointing, "Well, that's convenient! One moment."

Jeremy and Owen flanked Charlie as you repositioned the phone at the moment with practised precision. You kept the three people out of the shot for privacy reasons.

"There is about ten minutes away from the end of this installment being over. For the first time since we started this series, I had a duet." You playfully laughed, looking over at the trio, "It's completely up to my sudden partner, but would you like to meet your audience?"

Charlie simply shrugged, "Sure. They've seen you be serenaded by a stranger."

A short laugh came from the three individuals around Charlie as he moved into the camera frame with a large smile. As soon as he was in sight, the comment section went nuts, furthering when Owen and Jeremy came into view.

Username1: DREAM COME TRUE

           ↳Username4: omg jatp in Songbird Shenanigans?? Life accomplished.

You couldn't hold back the snort at the comments you could read quickly as they disappeared after new ones. The three guys couldn't help but chuckle as well.

"I've never seen these guys before. If you could introduce yourselves." You asked the three guests, to which each sent a reassuring smile to your hesitance.

"I'm Charlie Gillespie, and these are my friends Owen Joyner and Jeremy Shada." Charlie took the liberty of introducing both his friends and himself. His heart fluttered at the adorable smile that had appeared on your pretty face.

"I'm afraid this concludes this edition of Songbird." You apologized to the camera as the time passed the allotted hour and a half. The comments turned sad before most of them started sending questions, "I'll let you know when I do another edition! Bye for now!"

Your finger clicked the end button firstly before clicking the save button for when you would upload it to your account later.

"Thank you for doing that. I'm Y/N." You chuckled, shaking hands with Jeremy and Owen, who each grinned back, "So what brought you guys to the parking garage with three phones and a live-action Animal Crossing shirt?"

Amusement was found on all four young adults in the parking garage, pinning a gaze at the material. You had to admit you kinda adored the shirt, or maybe the person wearing it was the reason.

"We're trying to get Julie and the Phantoms to number one again." Owen offered as he displayed the live still going on his phone. 

"That's a tv series. That was the second song I did on the live before Charlie joined the little concert." You told the boys all the while aware that thousands of people watched from the phone still streaming.

"The phone's about to die." Owen piped up, catching the single decimal number broadcasting the percentage. Without any prompting, he ended the live to save it solely for the little performance Charlie did.

"Did you save it?" Jeremy asked, lifting on his tiptoes to check the phone Owen had commanded for the last half hour. Like Owen, Jeremy wanted to save it solely for the stellar performance.

"So, how'd this series start?" Charlie questioned, pushing his hands into his pockets, ignoring the subtle glances of his best friend.

"I needed an escape from touring so many cities. It's reminiscent of the days before I was discovered. When my audience was the dials in my car and my family." You half-smiled, recalling all the times you had simply driven around to sing.

"You're a musician?"

"I am. I'm currently on tour for my second album. Every second or third city I'm performing in, I take the rented car to parking lots or garages to sing. I always have a prize for the fans that find me."

"Could I get your number?" Charlie hesitantly questioned. His features twisting with the manipulation of nerves.

His palms had gone clammy enough to inconspicuously wipe them on his legs; this version of Charlie was unfamiliar. Owen and Jeremy had only ever seen him as this bundle of joy and energy, not to say he didn't have his low days, instead of nervous. Owen slipped his fingers behind his back to cross them. He hoped his Canadian friend would get it.

"You don't leak mine, and I won't leak yours." Your e/c eyes twinkled with the brush of Charlie's warm fingers on your own. The new contact waiting for his information, "Maybe we can meet up with each other?"

"I'd love that."

Madison Square Garden, New York City, New York, Unspecified Date

The sounds of screams and heavy instruments blocked by the unique in-ears explicitly made for your ears alone. You'd heaved, catching a breath after such an energetic song you'd just performed for the sold-out venue. You just jogged to the side for a chug of water as your band switched instruments.

"Are you having fun tonight!" You asked the crowd who had fought tooth and nail for tickets. The crowd screamed back louder than before.

Selling out MSG for completely insane even after touring the country with your band three times. It was still a little jarring, going from a nobody with untapped potential to selling out concerts and very successful albums, in all honesty.

"That's what I like to hear!" You beamed, pushing a strand of your unruly hair away from your face. Your eyes momentarily cast to the side stage with the equipment hiding the crew, "I have a surprise for you. A couple years ago, I had a spontaneous duet partner during one of Songbird Shenanigans. I'd like to invite my fiance Charlie out here."

The crowd went nuts as Charlie wandered towards you from the side of the stage away from Owen, Jeremy and Madison. Charlie's hazel eyes scoured the oceans of your e/c eyes he got to wake up to each morning. Mostly when Julie and the Phantoms had been offered to open for you; to be frank, it was more of an unspoken co-headlining.

"Can we tell?" You asked, keeping the mic covered and away from your body. Your body bounced, waiting for the smile from him.

Charlie nodded, accepting the guitar from one of the crew members. It was a song you had written a few months back. Charlie had memorized the entire piece with the deep adoration he felt for it.

The couple perched on the bar stools brought to the middle of the stage with a secret smile. One that only they and their immediate family understood.

Three months ago, you had sat Charlie down in your home to play him a little song that changed everything.

Charlie placed the last bag of groceries on the counter when he felt arms wrap around his midsection. He immediately knew that it was you welcoming him home from a very short trip to the store. In a swift move, he had manoeuvred you to sit on the counter while he scooched himself between your legs.

"Hi." Charlie breathed, rising to press a kiss against the smooth skin of your cheek, leaving heat in its wake.

"I want your opinion on a song." You burst out, unable to refrain from showing him a song you had been secretly working on. The French Canadian was beyond intrigued by the sudden announcement from his fiance.

"Oh?"

"Come." You coaxed the man from the kitchen to the designated music room filled with instruments of all kinds—even a recent addition of a recording booth in the corner with high-end equipment.

You bypassed everything for the grand piano you didn't play as often as you wished to be able to. Your fingers brushed the ivory keys for a mere second before you began playing the melody.

I, I have known love before

I thought it would no more

Take on a new direction

Still, strange as it seems to be

It's truly new to me

That affection

The smile that grew across Charlie's expressive face was uncapturable from the best of the best; he adored your voice. He had a personal ringtone you had explicitly done for him a few months into the relationship.

I, I don't know what you do

You make me think that you

Will change my life forever

I, I'll always want you near

Give up on you, my dear

I will never

You thrill me, you delight me

You please me, you excite me

You're all that

I've been yearning for

I love you, I adore you

I lay my life before you

I only want you more and more

And finally it seems

My lonely days are through

I've been waiting for you

Charlie's frown, however, faltered as your face ever so slightly paled with trepidation coating your pretty irises. Your voice even quivered with nerves he'd never heard before, but it made sense from the third verse started.

I'll carry you all the way

And you will choose the day

When you're prepared to greet me

I'll be a good mum, I swear

You'll see how much I care

When you meet me

You finished the song with the last note drawn out ever so softly, freezing as the room went quiet once more. This song was definitely vulnerable and personal; you felt naked under Charlie's silent stare.

"You're really?" Charlie breathlessly chuckled, his wide eyes screaming disbelief.

After a few years together with an engagement ring on both of your fingers after you had both proposed to each other, with the relationship very serious, you two had decided to stop contraceptives and let everyone happen if it was too happen.

"Yeah." You laughed as he swept you off the bench into his arms, "We have little Birdie to prepare for."

"I love you so damn much." Charlie choked out, spinning the two of you around in his arms. The smile never fading as he drank in the special moment of learning you had created a life together.

PRESENT

"With the impending arrival of our child, I will be taking a break to prepare. Even though I wouldn't be performing, I will still do Songbird Shenanigans. I'll just have to up my game on staying as hidden as possible." You informed the audience as the song came to an end. 

Next thing you knew, you couldn't discern between the crowd and your friends now on stage screaming. You were able to feel Charlie's hand on your barely-there baby bump and his lips pressed against your temple.

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Zombie apocalypse with dsmp (dream smp) members

Just got the idea and yeah enjoy

c!awesam dude in imposter in " realife" better said adding some things to Minecraft, think of it as modpacks

In here are : c!Awesamdude , c!foolishg , c!dream ,

Warnings : blood , weapons , injuries , murder ,

Masterlist

C!Awesamdude

Shotguns or any other guns weren't effective against the infected of the virus at all but it was effective chopping of their heads , interrupting nerves going to the infected brain and wich was controlling everything , the virus was going for the nerve system and the only way was like mentioned before cutting it's control off. But wich wasn't easy due to its good control of the never system the change of getting bitten was higher and you and Sam couldn't afford getting bitten . A friend of your who was bitten cutter of the bitten part . Their arm. stopping the infection , wich was the only way but the chance of surviving it aren't high due to the high blood pressure the virus gives the body . You looked over at Sam who was looking at his axe sharpening it the wrong way unsharpening it but he seemed calmed . He stopped and dropped the stone looking at his hand blood was dripping down a "oh shit " escaped your mouth before you heard the grunting and moan screaming behind you. those fucks were able to find you so quickly? How ? If their noses are that good surviving is going to be even harder but no time left Sam grabbed you in bridal style picked up few weapons and sprinted away leaving the food behind . "Sam th-" "shhh its okay I know how to hunt" and he continued sprinting until Sam stopped and sat you down "we should be far enough " he said out of breath and sat down next to you " Sam you didn't need to car-" you were interrupted " but i wanted to " he said "bu-" "no but" "but why did you do that ?" You said it really quickly so he didn't had the time interrupting you and he understood everything "i idk i just didn't want you to be in danger and die , i need you . Alive" he confessed an awww escaped your mouth and an blush creeped behind his mask making you giggle "it's not funny , you're important " he said volume rising slightly , "naww someone likes someone " his blush darkened "com'on shut up " "make me" he threw his mask away and crashed his lips onto yours catching you off guard . He separated you both for few second " i love you" "love you too Sammy" you said before he trapped you in a hug

C!Foolishg

Foolish was working on one of his new building Projekts in His human form when he heard grunting ,groaning and heavy breathing coming closer he turned around and was met with a horse of zombie but not the normal type those were faster and seemed to be smarter some held things that can be used as weapons but before observing more one of them attacked him but he was able to dogde and sprinted to where you were after reaching your home he broke in the door and panted "everything okay foolish ?" You asked and he shook his head no . " a horde of Zombies came to me and they were coming from the direction where .....the others are . " His face looked terrified and sad " they can't be dead we need to check on them" you said and he nodded grabbing your hand "close your eyes " he said and with a loud bang you stood infront of the prison wich was half destroyed . Sam was fighting some of the infected his chestplate broke as he took another hit . You and foolish ran to him , stabbed the zombies and burned them killed the virus controlling their muscles and nerves. one of them tried attacking you from behind but foolish quickly killed it "those things are really clever " Sam said while taking a healing potion . "If you both would have come a minute later i would end up like the others who stayed here" he said and took his extra iron chest plate out of his inventory and then looked at foolish the down at your hand chuckling , then you felt pressure on you hand and looked down .foolish was holding your hand "naww you both are so cute"Sam said and behind and your partner blushed that's when you noticed . He didn't wore his mask and emerald green eyes were looking into yours . But the sweet moment was interrupted by an explosion and a Wilbur walking out of the smoke " you guys are the only alive things around here " he said and stood next to Sam TNT still in his hand "we need to find a safe shelter is there anything that isn't detroyed? " Foolish asked while looking around eyeing the ruins of the once intact buildings " i don't think so but we can build one " wilbur said while showing a stack of obsidian "where did you get these ?" You asked because it wasn't natural for a Wilbur to have interest in blast resistant blocks like obsidian " idk found them in a chest and yeah thought would be good taking them with me " he said while shrugging with his shoulders " hm anyways we should start going I'm sure more things are infected and on Their way to us " foolish sounded worried and frightened but there wasn't time to think. The group headed towards east maybe we are safe there you thought and grabbed foolish hand making him smile and look down to you

C!dream

" dream please slow down " you were out of breath since 2 hours you've been running behind your boyfriend who wanted to get as far as possible away from the plague or "zombie apocalypse" how he called it . He didn't even took one break from running and you wondered , how can he have that much stamina ? Finally he stopped and you were able to stop too and fell to the ground , before hitting it his arms catched you and he let out an laughter before sitting down with you . " Maybe we should take a break " he said and pulled you in his lap and layed his head onto your shoulder "yeah I need definitely a break " you said and took off his mask . It didn't surprise him since you're always taking it off because it's " more comfortable" cuddling without it but he knows that you bust do it because you love his face . "Dream?" "Yes babe?" You sat up looked into his eyes and said nothing "you horny again ?" He joked and you shook your head " no but do you think the virus will be over soon?" " I hope so babe" he answered " but we need to get as far away as possible i don't want you to die like the others " he said his voice changed into a sad tone . You were there for him the whole time and never left his side he wouldn't be able to live without you he looked at you who was now playing with his mask he smiled , took his mask , Placed it on your face and stood up before picking you up " ik you can't run that's why I'm going to carry you to a safe place " clay started running again and you watched the sky through his mask . Suddenly dream stopped sat you down and shipped his axe " don't look behind you " he growled and sprinted away slashing and breaking of bones was heard and it suddenly stopped , a bumb was heard . you turned around seeing your dreamie on the ground trying to hold away one of the zombies . Suddenly anger formed and the want to kill them .You quickly sprinted towards them but tripped as one zombie suddenly came out of an bush attacking you but there was no time that can be wasted you quickly stapled it slashed its head of blood spilling onto dreams mask . You then ran towards the other zombie jumping at it and tossing it away from him sitting on it you pinned it's arm to the ground like Jesus arms were nailed the the wood and stabbed the hell out of it blood spilling everywhere and a shocked dream but he somehow thought of it as cute and sexy like you're jealous that the zombie was in top of him and not you . The thought pulled an chuckle from him " stop laughing or you're next " you threatened out of fun and walked to him helping him up " are you hurt?" You both asked the same time and laughted "yeah I am and you ?" " No I'm okay " " good ngl it was a bit sexy that you were jealous that the zombie was in top of me and not you " he said and you punched his shoulder playfully " i wasn't jealous !" "You were of else this mask wouldn't be completely red " he said and pointed at it " i was worried " " still looks like jealous to me " he joked and grabbed your hand " but it doesn't matter I still love you " and smiled

Yooooo first dsmp Post hope ya'll like it , maybe I'll post more like this and make dsmp my main fandom i write for???

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