#//i dunno how to make bullets under bullets

[strawberista]

{I'll fix it later. goes to sleep}

Strawberry-barista has a carrd!

[maiiuelle]

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“oh, babygirl. that’s horrible.” jj maybank runs his thick fingers down your back, tsking under his breath at the story you’d just told him. he knew rafe was an idiot, but he never imaged he’d fumble you, no matter how much he dreamed about it. yet, here you are, sitting in his lap with tears streaming down your face as you tell him exactly how rafe had ruined everything. “you doin’ alright after all that?”

“i don’t know.” you sniffle, leaning into his touch and setting your head on his shoulder, peering into the crackling fire in front of the two of you. you came to the chateau looking for sarah, your best friend, to give her the details on how things ended with rafe, but instead you ran into jj. he was always the nicest of sarah’s pogue friends, and turns out he’s a great shoulder to cry on. “i just can’t believe he’d do this to me.”

“yeah, well, dude’s a loser — even i could tell you that.” jj mumbles, holding a joint between his lips as he flicks his lighter open over your shoulder. “trust me, he ain’t worth your time.” he lights it and takes a long drag, turning his head to blow the smoke away from you.

“i guess, but he really didn’t seem that way. maybe i’m too gullible.” you dig the heel of your palms into your eyes, the irritation from crying making them red and raw. the blonde shakes his head as you speak.

“nah, nah nah. you didn’t do nothin’ wrong, cupcake. i bet you he’s cryin’ more than you. shit, i would be.” jj takes another hit, flicking the ash into the fire pit. “he doesn’t deserve a sweet girl like you, clearly can’t treat you right.”

you move your hands to look up at the pogue boy. “you’re such a sweet talker, jj. you know just what to say.”

“s’not that, i just know i’m right. i got no clue how you could even deal with that guy. you couldn’t pay me.” he whistles, offering the joint to you. you accept, brushing your fingers over his as you take it, already giving him heart eyes. “you dodged a bullet, sweetheart. maybe literally. he’s a fuckin’ psycho.”

you laugh, assuming he can’t be serious as you put the joint to your lips. the smoke fills your lungs and sends you into a coughing fit. “sorry, it’s from my cousin’s stash — hydroponic.” jj takes the joint back from between your fingers, starting to rub your back again comfortingly.

he lets you cough it out, looking over your pretty face in thought. “y’know.. you should stick ‘round me. promise he’ll steer clear.”

already getting dizzy from the high, you slump back into your spot against his shoulder. “but, i thought you didn’t like kook girls.” you pout, and he scoffs.

“who told you that?” he takes another hit, cursing sarah for trying to cock block him. “doesn’t matter anyways, i like you.”

“i like you too, jj.” you giggle, rubbing on his arm like a cat. you’re too overwhelmed with emotion to worry about embarrassment, and jj’s making you feel so much better already. “thanks for listening, i dunno what i would’ve done if you weren’t here.”

“it’s my pleasure, cupcake. don’t sweat it.” he smiles that charming smile at you, his eyes flickering between yours and your enticing lips. he clears his throat after a few seconds, his eyes lost in yours. “uh—i could think of a few other things we could do to help get your mind off him. if you uh, catch my drift.”

before the moment can go on for too long, the twinkie pulls up the gravel driveway and parks with a squeak. jj peers over his shoulder, putting the joint to his lips one final time as he smacks the side of your leg. “c’mon, sugar. i got just the thing.” he chats as he helps you to stand, immediately meeting john b’s curious gaze when he hops out of the twinkie.

jj jumps to speak first in hopes of avoiding any uncomfortable questioning, he couldn’t risk anything tarnishing the mood he worked so hard to set. “perfect timing — fire’s already lit, so is a joint, if y’all wanna hop on that.” he points to the set up of lawn chairs around the fire pit lazily, far more focused on leading you across the lawn and up the chateau steps, all the while toying with the hem of your tank top. “poor little lady’s havin’ a bad day, needs some one on one time with papa j.”

“ew, oh my god.” sarah scrunches her nose, having predicted jj would try to get with you. as much as she wants to be angry, seeing you all gooey in jj’s arms rather than her psychotic brother’s is a little refreshing — but she would never tell jj that. she just rolls her eyes and looks the other way. john b gives his best friend a proud look behind her back, flashing a silent thumbs up as he ushers you inside.

the second the screen door slams shut behind you, he’s pulling you back onto his lap on the couch, his big hands sprawling over the back pockets of your jean shorts. you giggle, biting your lip nervously as you climb on top of him. “jj.. right here?”

“gotta take care of you, don’t i?” you can hear his smile in his voice, even with his face buried in your neck as he covers it in gentle kisses. you hum at the feeling of his lips, so sensitive it almost tickles. your little whines only make him want to go further, his hands hooking under your legs to lift you and carry you to the bedroom. “yeah, don’t you worry, m’gonna make you feel all better, pretty baby.”

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[callofdudes]

"Ghost?"

Blood spilled from your mouth. Pooling at the corner of your lips, your face twitching as the nerves bunched under sickly skin. Your eyes blown wide, rubbed red at the corners as blood slowly leaked down your uniform.

Tattered tactical vest and ruined hands. Bullet wounds spilling out from above your collar bones, your eyes centered on him.

"Ghost?"

Your voice washed over him again like a cold gush of water. Sea salt stinging into his eyes and cleaning out his lungs, making him choke before he got a moment of fresh breath.

He looked at you. Giving him a concerning look. Your eyebrows furrowed, soft gaze and warm skin reflecting your image. Your outfit clean and fitted, gloves tight to your knuckles, padded fingers touching his arm.

"You ok?" You ask, tilting your head the opposite, seeing his far off gaze.

You'd come to check on him after he didn't make it for dinner. You'd just come off a mission and you knew he would be starving even if he needed to wind down before properly getting a hearty meal. You'd come into his room on your own accord when he hadn't answered.

The place was strewn about, and he'd at least gotten out of his gear before crashing on his bed and going numb against the sheets.

He shook his head, shrugging off the damned imagery that always passed the realms of his mind and soaked into his brain. Taking over the pit inside his head.

It was getting worse. And off his medication, the flashbacks and the hallucinations were amping up.

He rubbed his temple and hung his head between his arms. Your concern rose and you moved closer and gently touched his shoulder.

"Can't think.... Too loud." He grimaced.

You watched his twitchy behavior. His pupils zoned out as his mind played tricks on him.

Blood gushing out from under his bed and between his feet. His socks are replaced by combat boots and grey sweatpants for cargos.

He breathed heavily and you continued to rub his shoulder. "Ghost..." You said softly in hopes to gently draw him back out. "Focus on me," Your touch sent little numbing shockwaves through his body.

He shuddered and twitched again. His room was dark and cold, ammo crates sloshed around through the rippling waves, blood soaking into every corner of the confining room they flooded faster and faster with cold water.

"I'm going to go get you some water and your medication, ok?"

He huffed, half listening, half not giving a crap. But you stood and moved back, it would only be a minute or two, he'd be fine in that time-

Ghost reached out and grabbed your wrist. You paused and turned to look at him where he twitched around. "Don't... Do that."

You frowned a little and drew yourself back over to him. "Do you want me to stay?"

He didn't look you directly in the eyes, and you could tell he was still half buried deep in his own treacherous thoughts.

"You're here anyway..." He muttered. A dismissive way of telling you not to go. So you didn't. You sat down on the bed next to him and placed your hand in his. He didn't fight it, he allowed you to be touchy.

You gently leaned toward him and rubbed his bicep. "You know you're here, right? Your room."

He grunted and shifted slightly. "dunno.."

You silently rubbed his bicep a bit longer before bringing his knuckles to your cheek. "It's cold in there, isn't it?"

"You're too damn warm..." He muttered. A small smile started on your lips, knowing he was still here.

"Well, I know I don't have to worry about you putting me out. You're like an ice box."

"Can't blame me for runnin' cold sergeant." He mumbled. His body leaned toward you, the fight in his tense body slowly giving in. You eased your arm around his back as you felt him start to give up.

"Well I certainly can't do that. I rather enjoy how cold you run. Makes for a nice ice box on a warm night."

He hummed a little in reply, his hips shifting and his body leaning fully into yours. "Ok... That's ok." You whispered and ran your hand over his head.

"I got you." You whispered again and slowly relaxed him back onto his bed, tugging his weight blanket up onto his shoulder.

"Y/n...." He muttered and slowly looked over at you, but you were there. "Still here," You continued to rub his shoulder reassuringly until his body gave in again. The wild runs of his imagination cut short by his body confronting the lack of sleep.

Before long he was out, eyes drifting closed slowly. The way he trusted you and leaned on you for guidance out of his own mind always touched you in a way you couldn't explain. Of all the people in the world, he loved and trusted you.

You leaned down and gently slid his mask off and laid it on the dresser. Running your hand slowly through his messy hair. He'd need a shower too, but, when he was ready.

You took the opportunity to rush out to the kitchen and get his medication with a glass of water, and lounged on his bed with a book, just in case he woke up, you'd still be there.

(Just a thing I started and never finished. Not entirely sure what it's supposed to be but hey, fluffy at least.)

[webslingingslasher]

ughhhh peter always being so oblivious. can’t even listen to his girlfriend when she’s right in front of him, practically begging him 😡 loved your most recent story 🩷🩷 (still can’t believe there’s finally a pink heart emoji)

was this supposed to be angsty? too bad, it's smutty.

*suggestive behavior and words, no real depictions of sex, sorry kiddos.

‘How do you tell someone you want them?’ No, no, wait… ‘How do you tell your boyfriend you want him?’ 

Wiki-how says to flirt with them, been there done that, message not received. 

Teen Vogue just wants to give you ways to say ‘I love you,’ you’ve tried that too, you just get a declaration back. 

Cosmopolitan says to be bold, ‘I want you inside of me,’ is a direct quote. Bold, sure. But with Peter? You’d think he’d collapse. 

On Quora someone took the bullet, ‘how do I let my boyfriend know I want him to touch me?’ Ah, there it was, someone had to have a good answer. A man in his forties says dirty talk, your nose wrinkles. A young mom says, ‘just like that!’ An anonymous reply said to initiate fist, touch them where you want to be touched, but you can’t exactly squeeze Peter’s boobs. 

You wonder if you told Ned he’d tell Peter, you can imagine that conversation. 

‘Bro, Y/N just told me she wants you to like… use her body as a wonderland.” 

“A what?” 

Yeah, not a good idea either. 

Even with a boyfriend, a super hot, charming, smart boyfriend, you were going to die a virgin. 

Every attempt has fallen short, no matter how close you think you are from him finally getting the hint. Last week you had him between your legs, wrapped tight around his hips as you grinded up towards him, mouths refusing to break. And then, right when he finally, finally, moved his hips with yours and you moaned he pulled away and rolled off of you. That quick too, talk about a cold shower. 

“Do you want me to show you how to do that thing now?” He was panting still, he looked over you flushed out and almost pulled himself back in, too dangerous, he had to use self control. Peter uses what strength he had to get off the bed, he’s already going to his computer, you didn’t get a choice, he chose for you, if he had asked you would’ve asked to ride his thigh. 

“I’d rather you show me what your hands could do,” you mumble under your breath, you want to scream into his pillow and then hump it, does he not feel how frustrated you are? Peter hears you, he gives a chuckle, “they can help you is what, come watch,” he pats his arm rest on the chair. 

You follow his instructions, still grumpy. “I’d rather they help me in a different way,” Peter flashes you a nervous smile, you make him lose his grip on reality. He makes sure you're watching as he clicks around, he’s giving you instruction but all you can think about is his hard thigh underneath you, his grip is tight around your waist, his palm that rests over your shirt radiates heat to the skin underneath. He’s driving you crazy. 

You can’t help it anymore, you have to be blunt, it will be awkward for a second but so, so worth it in the end. “Peter, I want to-” A squeeze, an apology when his phone rings. Only three people call him, Ned, May and you, seeing as you’re on his lap that leaves two options. 

“Hey, May. Oh yeah, no I don’t think so. Um, sure. Well, he didn’t say much but he did want, no, go ahead.” You look at the ceiling and curse, Peter’s thumb brushes your hip, he’s giving teasing touches and doesn’t even know it. “I dunno, hold on let me ask,” he pulls the phone from his ear, “baby?” You look at him, “staying for dinner?” You nod, he grins, “yeah she will… okay, yes ma’am, no problem. Okay, okay, okay, alright, okay, love you too, bye.” 

“Is she at the store?” 

“Yeah, think of anything you need?” 

He clicks at the screen, “yeah, condoms.” 

You jolt at his laugh, his chest pressed tight against your back, Peter snorts, “why would you need those?” 

You stay silent and instead look at the screen and wait for him to continue his lesson, the bubble of want simmering.

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“Are you okay?” 

Peter has to literally hold you back by your shoulders, he’s gasping for air, his curls frizzy and pulled around, his shirt unbuttoned three down from the top. You attacked him the second you got into his room, nearly throwing him onto the bed before straddling him and marking your territory. 

You had been at it for a half hour, everytime he tried to stop you’d follow his movements and continue, he had no idea how you were keeping your breath. The only time he remembers you pulling away was to tug your shirt over your head before you immediately unbuttoned his collar and kissed down his neck. 

“‘M great, are you?” you’re just as breathless as him. 

He nods, “‘M good.” 

You smile, “great!” Then go to meet his mouth, Peter turns his head at the last second, you connect with his jaw, you frown but accept any skin, you trail sideways and down, sucking at a spot near his collarbone. One hand grips your hip, one settles on your ribcage. He grunts and you skim your lips back to his mouth, he’s slower this time, like he’s trying to edge you down carefully, you don’t accept the change of rules and open into his mouth, he wont talk the bait. 

You try again, you swipe at his bottom lip, he stays closed. Frustrated you grind down on him, he buckles but refuses to open his own mouth, last resort you bite down on his lip. 

Peter pushes you off, “fuck, you’re insatiable.” 

You look down on him, “why won’t you make out with me?” 

His cheeks are pink, his lips are red and swollen, his pupils are blown out. 

“You’re killin me, smalls.” Peter’s hands come to a rest on his stomach, they rise and fall with his breaths, “no matter what I do you want more.” 

You nod enthusiastically, he’s starting to understand. 

“Yes, so yes. What can you give me?” 

His eyebrows furrow, he doesn’t know what you want. 

“I don’t… what do you want?” 

You grind down on his belt line, his hands shoot to your hips, this was new territory. You’ve just started to grind on him the past week and he still can’t fully process it, he’s never had a feeling like it before and he knows that he’s gonna get a hard on if you keep doing that, and that’s really new territory. 

“Baby,” he groans the word but it’s a warning. 

“This, can I have this?” You try to move again but his hold stops you, he’s using too much strength. 

Peter doesn’t want to rush you, not at all. But these last few weeks have been hard, you’ve been much more open with your words and touches and god it kills him. He’s been thinking about sex, how could he not with you all over him, but he needs to hold out strength for the both of you, and god damn if you don’t make that difficult. 

“If you keep doing that do you know what will happen?” 

Are you okay with this, is what he means, because if you go down this path there’s no coming back, it’s a whole new step, he’s okay with that but are you? 

You tilt your head at him, “I’ll cum?” 

Peter exhales through his nose harshly, his voice pinchy, “jesus christ.” 

“Is it okay if I take my bra off?” Your fingers were already behind your back, he’s been lucky enough to see them a few times but not in a situation like this one where he could get to inspect them and enjoy it. “If you want, but you don’t-” he stops speaking when you toss your bra to the ground. 

“Wanna take your pants off?” 

He looks at you, he’s fully clothed almost while you’re now sitting on top of him with only panties on, how did he get here? No pants means no more barriers, you wanted to feel him, all of him, when you dry humped him. 

“Do you want my pants off?” 

How does he not get it? You’re more than half naked on his lap begging for his touch, what did he think you wanted, a milkshake? 

“Peter, where’s your mind at?” 

“With what?” 

You rub your eyes, frustration would do no good here. “I need to know where you’re at with this, cause i’ve tried everything to make it known you make me really fucking horny.” His eyes widened, it was like he had a revelation of ‘girls can be horny too?’ and yeah, he did know that they could but he never imagined he could make someone horny, even if it was his girlfriend. And maybe he did understand a little of what you wanted but he also thought you were joking, that you were hinting at a hookup teasingly but, no you were serious. 

“I do?” 

Well that didn’t sound good, did he not share the same feelings? 

“I… Peter, do I even turn you on?”

The room spins, you’re on your back in a second, Peter holds your forearms to the bed. You couldn’t even take a breath in, that’s how quick he pinned you. He didn’t want you to think, for even a second, you didn’t turn him on. 

“Don’t ever ask that again, you turn me on more than you could even begin to imagine.” 

You giggle, “oh, do I? How much?” 

He kisses your cheek, “cold shower every time you leave.” 

“Then how come I never feel you get hard?” 

Peter takes his turn kissing down your neck, he nibbles a matching mark to his on your collarbone. “Threw you off before you could.” 

You hum when he nuzzles into your neck, he places a kiss to your cheek, you look at him over you. 

“Does that mean you’ll take off your pants?” 

He laughs, “yeah, baby. I’ll take off my pants.” 

Peter sits back to pull his shirt off, you take a moment to appreciate his body. You always feel like you don’t compliment him enough, “you’re pretty,” the words fall from your lips and he grins shyly, his hands working at pants button, he’s about to shimmy them off but you stop him. 

“Wait!” 

Peter’s hands freeze, you nod at his hands, “can I do it?” 

His hands fall away and you reach forward, tension thick the second you start to undress him. You never knew how heavy a moment could be until you had your hands in your boyfriend's waistline tugging them down, knowing it was so you could sit pretty on top of him and rock on his lap. 

You rope a leg over his waist and take mount, already pressing into him further than you’ve ever been, you give a teasing roll of your hips, your eyes shoot open and Peter throws his head back with a groan. 

You whisper at the same time, minds blown. “Woah.” 

[2knightt]

the gangs love languages<3

!warnings!

1.GN!reader-mentions of reader being ‘pretty’

2.minor swearing

3.i did NAWT proofread ts. we die like men.

Johnny Cade ;

I’m getting strong physical touch and words of affirmation vibes.

do not even try to lie to me he would TOTALLY be holding your hand 24/7.

with the gang? you guys have your pinkies intertwined! on a walk? holding hands! cuddling? holding both hands, scandalous!

he hugs you so much. he doesn’t get it, you don’t get it, nobody does.

he just, likes hugging for some reason???

but YOU have to hug him first, he will NOT hug first.

absolutely LOVES being the little spoon. may hurt his ego a little bit, but ykw, it’s worth it in the long run🙏.

he’s so touch starved. he doesn’t know what the loving touch of anyone feels like. so PLEASE, treat johnnycake nicely.

he will CONSTANTLY tell you look look gorgeous. constantly.

“you look stunning today. n-not sayin’ you don’t look good everyday! i mean you’re a real looker ya know and-“

he doesn’t know how to function because he thinks he messes up everytime he tries to speak to you :(

homies that whipped fr…

ANYWAYS, back onto track🙏

when you two are alone he’s actually so sweet with his words i can’t.

“dunno how i got this lucky. huh? i didn’t say anything.”

“you look real good in that shirt, babe.”

“love you so much. so, so, so much.”

Dallas Winston ;

it’s physical touch and acts of service. do not play with me right now, i know i’m right.

i don’t really think dally’s good at expressing how he feels in any shape or form.

so he shows you love by having his hand on your hip, kissing you, stealing cute accessories for you, holding the door open etc.

if you’re expecting him to go on rants on how he loves you, you’re in the wrong place. that’s all sodapop but we aren’t on his section, are we?

anywhere and everywhere you guys go he will have his hand on you. not just because he’s protective but i think it gives him a sense of security and calmness.

like, dallas knowing you’re safe, makes him happy.

SPEAKING OF HIM BEING PROTECTIVE— he will intimidate someone by having his arm around your shoulder and staring right into their eyes.

kisses are his favourite thing💆‍♂️ he told me himself.

he steals shit for you. i know he does, we both know.

dally ain’t well off so, he’s gonna do what he does best. steal.

want that necklace? SNATCHED! want cigarettes? ALREADY IN HIS HAND! pepsi? YOURS ALREADY!

“you want some chips, doll? i’ll get ya some. don’t you worry your pretty little head over it, eh?”

“but you’re broke, dall.”

“what did i just say?”

Ponyboy Curtis ;

QUALITY TIME QUALITY TIME QUALITY TIME!!!

words of affirmation too ig.

ponyboy definitely finds so much comfort in just sitting in silence with you.

he thinks it’s a nice break from the loud bumbling idiots in his house.

like you could be napping in his room and he’d come in if the gang got too loud and sit next to your sleeping body and just read.

he reads out loud to you. now, i don’t know which category that falls under but he does. like, a lot.

“ ‘To the soldiers and me it's all worth it. Risking life, dodging or taking bullets, and pulling triggers. It’s all worth it.’ “

“what?! that’s so sad pony!!”

“well, that’s what the book says y/n.”

he’s another one that finds comfort in knowing your safe. actually, most if not all of the gang feels like that.

you’re definitely his first relationship so i can see him being hesitant on physical touch, but he can and will write you a cute lil note with 0 shame.

“dear y/n, i just wanted to let you know that you looked really cute today—well, you look cute everyday. but you get what i mean, right? anyways, meet me at the dingo at 4PM. I’ll treat you this time.”

expect notes like that to just randomly fall out of your locker.

ponyboy quotes corny romance books in those notes. i just KNOW he does.

at the end of your note one day there will be a;

“ ‘so no, he didn’t give me flowers or candy. he gave me the moon and the stars. infinity.’ — reminded me of us.”

Sodapop Curtis ;

HE IS WHIPPED FOR YOU so it’s probably something like, lovesick-ish.

it’s definitely physical touch and words of affirmation to the maximum.

he is ALWAYS bragging about you to EVERYONE and ANYONE.

he talks about you to steve

“i think i’m gonna marry ‘em steve. i can see the wedding now!”

“you said that last tim-“

“SHUT UP!”

and even to customers!!

“they’re just so sweet! they’re the most beautiful person ever!”

“thats great kid. can you ring up my fucking chocolate bar now?”

he’s always smothering you in affection.

he just loves you so much he just needs to squeeze you with love!!

when he sees you just standing around or cooking he’ll come up from behind and hug you. he might pick you up n swing you around a little but ykw that’s what makes it special.

he ain’t afraid to sweet talk you bro.

“there you are! my pretty little lover, huh?”

“you’re so cute, you know that right?…right babe?”

you guys cuddle all the time it’s SICKENING.

you’re always in his arms and he has this grin on his face like he just won the goddamn lottery.

if you guys were to walk around town, he’d have his arm around your waist the whole time. like, the whole time.

he’s so in love it makes me sick just writing about it.

Darry Curtis ;

darry is a simple man dare i say.

he definitely shows love by spending as much time with you as he can.

he works two jobs so he doesn’t have all the time in the world to hang out with you, but when he does? he LIVES for it.

he’ll cook supper with you and teach you a new recipe his mom used to make, he’ll sit on his chair while reading the newspaper as you rant about your day, ANYTHING.

no matter what he’s doing, he will ALWAYS listen to you. it’s like a super power.

“that’s great baby.”

“you aren’t listening are you, darry?”

“yeah i am. you said you got tipped 10$ by one customer.”

you ain’t hear this from me but, sometimes when darrys in a real good mood he’ll give you gifts.

he has a jar separate just for you! it’s got money for dates, anniversary gifts, presents, all of it!

sometimes he’ll go take out some of that money and buy you something sweet<3

darry, also, isn’t one to tell the whole world on how he loves you. but, you do understand how he shows love.

even you cherish the minutes that pass by as you sit next to darry on the couch with your head on his shoulder and his arm around your shoulders, sitting in silence.

silence that speaks a thousand words when it comes to sir darry curtis.

Steve Randle ;

just like his best friend, he’s shouting to the world about you too. just, not as loud.

he respects his own privacy, so i can see his being physical touch and acts of service.

he’s a man of respect, obviously. he is one to throw his arm around you to show you off every once and awhile, but not much.

he’ll mostly hold your hand. when i say mostly, i mean all the time btw.

it’s all he does.

“steve, you can let go now. i’m home and you know you can’t come in!”

“..nah.”

he acts like he’s in debt to you for no fucking reason???

like you need something fixed around the house? DONE. grocery shopping needs to be done? ALREADY BOUGHT AND PUT AWAY.

he holds car doors open for you. he does, i can see it now. i’m just delulu

sometimes he acts annoyed with you when you ask him to do a simple task, while he’s doing it.

“steve, can you get me a water?”

*sighs and gets up*

“you have legs you can do it.”

he says that while he’s pouring the water into a glass cup with a lemon slice on the side with ice cubes already in the drink.

he loves you, he really does.

and he will say it, just not often.

he has too much pride for that….

no he doesnt.

he rants to sodapop about you while he fixes cars like a teenage girl talking about her crush.

Two-Bit Matthews ;

homie just wants to show you off to the world😭😭

he’s so proud of you he goes down the streets yelling that he’s officially dating you not literally…he isn’t that insane LMFAO

he gives off physical touch and..oddly enough quality time.

i feel like two-bit really likes the both of you at the curtis house sitting on the floor, your head on his lap while his hand sits on top of your head as you two watch whatever cartoon is on.

two-bit DEFINITELY wants to spend every waking moment with you.

“c’mon angel, let’s go get beer!”

“two, i don’t drink.”

“well, i do. so, lets go!!”

he will definitely walk everywhere with his arm draped around your shoulder.

instead of you being the trophy wife, HE’S the trophy wife fr.

he’s such a pretty princess and he expects to be treated like one!

he gives you all his time so it’s only faire you give him all of yours.

“what does math have that i don’t y/n?!”

“i need to pass this class, baby. you know i suck at math.”

“well, thats even more of a reason not to do it! why bust your ass over it?! come over here and let me LOVE YOU!! JEEZ.”

all two-bit does is brag about you..like, its all he does.

“yeah, sorry your hamster died. but did you know that i’m dating y/n?-“

author notes;

1.FIRST POST ON THIS ACCOUNT RAHHHH!!!

2.pulled this out of my ass LMFAO

3. hope it aint too bad tho💔💔

may 2nd, 2023. 11:57PM.

[zan0tix]

Pleaseeee tell me more about that homescryption au

A little something between you and me and everyone else who happens to look at this post. Im working on a lineup for the four scrybes :D

Roxys design is subject to change and you guys have already seen D1rk. Jane and Jake are in progress!!! (Also D1rk and Harley are the names for dirk and jake but weve been struggling to come up with appropriately fantasical/magical names for Jane and Roxy that align with magnificus and grimora😞 Harley feels old-manish enough that it fits in well… im sure well get there but if anybody has ideas feel free to comment ✌️)

But yes i can tell you more!!! ILL PUT IT ALL UNDER THE CUT THIS POST IS GOING TO BE LONG o7

Working with cyrus repliiku to flesh it out x3 he was the one who got me into the game and im CRAZY NOW!!!!

The four alpha scrybes methods of inscribing cards are that Harley uses his magic blunderbuss and the things he shoots become cards, Roxys cards are the fantasical characters she creates in her stories, Jane will be a detective of death, uncovering how cards die and writing up a casefile in her detective agency about them (might give her a magic magnifying glass. Well see), and D1rk were trying to figure out something with Sburbs captcha card + ghost captcha system like how Po3’s cards are printed from real robots

The students/the scrybes underlings are going to be other homestuck characters or splinters!

D1rks will be the robots (aradiabot, arquius (wanted him to me more unique than just brobot + hal so he gets to be a robot) and jadebot.

Harleys will be jake-ish splinters rather than new characters. Thered be the Adventurer (prospector), the Hunter (trapper/trader), the Sailor (angler), the Ectobiologist (mycologists), and the Actor (woodcarver) and his campaigns would be more Action packed like jakes action movies type stuff hehe

Janes will be the dead trolls, nepeta, equius and feferi. Not much to say besides them being dead lol 😭

And roxys were still figuring out but nerm. Viceroy/Casey, Rose (maybe goobert but they are actually nice and kind to her) and Eridan….(lonely wizard he was banished to the shadow realm for being annoying 😁👍)

Luke Carter is going to be Calliope and Satan in the greater scheme of the daniel mullins-verse will be Caliborn/Lord English because i think itd be very funny for him to just. Be making video games and thats his evil plot. LOL and Sado would be Gamzee. (Will not expand to pony island or the hex this is just clearing up the ending of inscryption)

Kaycee would probably be Aranea but like just some normal girl. Not all that sure abt the OLD_DATA tho ??? Maybe just all the wrong doings Lord English has committed and influenced culminated into the files or the code that brought him into the universe I DUNNO.

Retconning the drawing i did when i first scribbled this AU, i believe when harley turns the other scrybes into preexisting cards d1rk would become a seagull (kingfisher replacement) roxy would become a jaguar (wolf replacement) and jane would become a jackalope (pronghorn replacement) 😁

And the way harley would be defeated would be using his blunderbuss on him with a special bullet instead of film. Po3’s decapitation fulfilled the Dirk prophecy too LOL

I think that of the gameplay/card gimmicks themselves would work basically the same but i might try and come up with more creative homestucky twists on them

Im planning on finishing the designs and making sprites and more mockup screenshots :3

I might write up or draw a comprehensive ref sheet for this au someday but for now heres what weve jotted down 👍

[jesterwriting]

(for that timeloop post,, uhm this relates to the whole body horror thing ((not too much just a brief mention)) so if rn u don't wanna see that SCROLL AWAY!!! OR DELETE ME!! OK disclaimer ends here)

oh man but what if Law did say room anyway and there were impossible scars on your insides... like littered everywhere, they're not fresh but old, almost phantoms that make no sense, because if they were real you would've died. how would he react to that? maybe not when he noticed them crying but after weeks or months, dunno, where they keep skipping his more thorough check-ups (where he uses his devil fruit) since they're anxious about the pains? and think that somehow there are signs of their previous deaths and the mention of them makes it hurt more and more and they just can't do it. but they can't bring themselves to say it because who could possibly believe them? if Law doesn't, it would just feel even worse, won't it? even if they understand his point of view. maybe they even die in front of him and it gets harder to just hold all of that in,,, oh boy. if you think about continuing your oneshot i'll eat it like a starving animal!

pairing: law x gn!reader

contents: slight body horror, slight gore, timeloops, suicide done to restart the loop, hurt/comfort, happy ending,

word count: 1.6k words

note: OHHHHH I LOVED THIS IDEA OH MY GOD. absolutely so smart. anon your mind is huge and i had so much fun doing this request. <33 i really hope you enjoy :33

playlist: caribou - tanya tagaq

a sister fic to this

This had never happened before. You had experienced hundreds of loops, maybe even thousands, and this was the first time Law saw fit to scan you with his Devil Fruit.

Maybe you were getting sloppy. You had a strong immune system so you never got sick, and the first time Law scanned you for your general checkup upon joining the crew, there was nothing of note. You wondered what changed, as if you hadn’t died more times since you joined his crew than you had in your entire life. Maybe it was because the more you suffered, the more reckless you became, throwing yourself into the fray with little regard for yourself. You could take a bullet for your crewmates, so you would. It was as simple as that.

There was a first time for everything, you supposed. A first death, a first breath, a first kill; there were uncountable firsts that one could experience, and you had experienced most of them.

Not this one, though.

You had tried to avoid it for as long as possible. Your captain was a man who carried burdens, ones almost as heavy as the ones on your shoulders. If he knew how many times he failed you — or how many times you failed him — you knew he would take all the blame for himself. As if you hadn’t been the one lying, and fighting, and dying over the course of countless lifetimes.

Law blinked a few times before his brows furrowed and his eyes narrowed. You fidgeted under his stare. If his reaction was anything to go by, he found something horribly wrong with you. While you had experienced slow deaths before, you had never experienced what it felt like to waste away from disease. Maybe you’d find out this loop, you thought, trying to feel nonchalant about the idea and not like you were about to throw up.

“Um. What’s wrong,” You tried.

Law shushed you, the blue glow from his room still surrounding you. You bit your tongue, fingers playing with the hem of your shirt to try and take your mind off of whatever he could have found.

“This can’t be right,” He muttered, one hand cradling his chin. He pointed to your chest. “There’s a scar inside of you, it looks like a puncture wound through your lungs. When did that happen?”

Three loops ago when you fell off a building and onto some rebar. That was a particularly awful death. The last thing you remembered before everything went black was Law’s panicked expression as he tried to put you back together again. There was terror in his eyes. You tried not to think about that part.

“And here,” Law continued, pointing to your abdomen. “There’s a scar running across the length of your stomach. It almost looks as if you were previously disemboweled.”

You had been. Multiple times. It was a common and very disturbing loop ender that you tried to avoid if you could. Watching your organs fall out of you in a steaming heap was never something you liked to experience, but for some reason, your opponents kept aiming for the gut. You wished they’d aim for the heart or the head more often. At least then it’d be quick.

He didn’t stop there, jaw falling open when he stared directly where your heart was. “When were you stabbed, Y/N-ya, this looks recent.” Law blinked a few times before realization dawned on his features. His eyes shot to your face, expression going from open to unreadable in seconds. “How did you survive without my intervention?”

Your mouth was dry. How were you supposed to respond? There was no way you could tell him that you had died on his watch more times than you could count. Law didn’t deserve that. Your captain was a good man, one you loved admired far too much to allow this to weigh him down. He would take your failures to heart, completely discounting the amount of times that he had saved you from having to start anew.

You must have been quiet for too long because Law was speaking again. “Answer me.”

“It’s from a long time ago,” You said.

That was a lie. It was from the previous loop. A quick death by your own hand over the cold corpse of your captain. If Law didn’t survive, there was no point in continuing, and if there was one thing you had grown accustomed to, it was taking your own life after one loss too many. You knew how to make it quick, no suffering. So with a precise hand, you drove your knife into your chest and let the timeline begin anew.

When you saw Law again, whole and alive, you vomited. You were under the impression that he believed that you simply ate some bad seafood, but from the concern that was slowly etching its way onto his features, you weren’t so sure of that now.

“Don’t lie to me.” Law’s eyes flashed, barely contained frustration needling at the corners of him. “None of this makes any sense, half of these injuries should have killed you. The other half would have needed to be treated.”

The truth sat on the tip of your tongue. You felt selfish and needlessly cruel for your desire to tell Law what was really happening. Your eyes burned, and their glassy sheen didn’t go unnoticed. Law handed you a tissue, expression softening.

“I- um.” You hated how your voice cracked. It had been a long time since you told someone about your Devil Fruit. You always died, and they always forgot. For a long time, you thought it was better that way, carrying this weight on your own. The way Law looked at you, though, it made you want to pour your soul out to him. Every pain, every loss, every death lain at his feet, and for once, you could stand unburdened. “It’d be wrong of me to tell you.”

Law’s eyebrows knit together. “Now you’re being stupid.”

“No, I’m not. You’ll regret asking once you know. Don’t pretend like you don’t carry the weight of the world on your shoulders, you don’t deserve my troubles on top of that. It’s better for both of us if you just forget what you saw.”

With that, you stood and made to brush past Law and out of the room. He grabbed you by the shoulder, not allowing you to go any farther. Though his grip was firm, it didn’t hurt. If you really wanted to, you could wrench yourself away from him.

“You’re trembling.”

Your lower lip wobbled, your resolve ebbing away by the second. “It’s complicated.”

“So tell me.” Law’s lips twitched upwards ever so slightly. “Doctor’s orders.”

You let out a small huff. He didn’t deserve this, but there would always be another loop. This current one hadn’t been going so well, and by your estimation, it would take at least three more before you managed to reach your next checkpoint. It wouldn’t hurt to tell Law what he inevitably wouldn’t remember. You steadied yourself with a deep breath and turned to face him, his eyes met yours with a mix of concern and exasperation.

“It’s my Devil Fruit,” You started. Law leaned back on his heels and crossed his arms, attention solely on you. Your heart thundered in your chest. “I’ve died so many times.” Without your permission, your breath hitched. Law’s hand encircled your own with a small squeeze, encouraging you to continue. “It, um, brings me back, I guess. I’ll die, and then wake up in the bunkhouse days earlier, and I’ll be the only one who remembers what happened. All those scars you saw were what killed me in a previous loop.”

He was silent while he chewed on his words.

“How many times have you died since you joined my crew,” Law finally asked.

Your hand was still in his and you gave it a squeeze. “That’s not fair. I know what you’re doing and I won’t let you do it.”

Law’s shoulders slumped as he brought his free hand to pinch the bridge of his nose. “I believe you. It explains a lot. I noticed you cry in your sleep sometimes.”

“You watch me sleep?” The tips of Law’s ears were tinged pink while you laughed.

“I was worried so I checked on you.” With a sigh, he began to lead you out of the clinic to his office. “Come on, you’re telling me everything you can remember. We’re going to come up with a plan.”

Humoring him, you followed close on his heels. It didn’t matter how long or how hard you planned, there was no accounting for the unpredictability of the universe. This comfort wouldn’t last long. Soon, you would be dead again and the cycle would start anew. That didn’t mean you couldn’t enjoy sharing a space with your captain, listening to him meticulously craft tactics to keep you, and everyone else, alive.

It wasn’t until four days later you found yourself breathing, though covered head to toe in blood, with the rest of the crew. Everyone was safe and sound, and Law wouldn’t stop looking at you with a smirk on his face. When you found yourself next to him, he bumped his shoulder against yours.

“I told you my plan would work.”

Just like that, for the first time in your life, you were no longer alone.

[coockie8]

Sonic Movie 3 Spoilers

I finally saw it last night and wanna talk about something a bit lol I'll put it under a keep reading for spoiler reasons

Immediately getting out of the way that if they did actually kill Shadow off at the end of the movie, I'm gonna be livid, and moving on to my opinions about Maria's death lol

Obviously I appreciate that they didn't shy away from the "government murders a child" plotline, I do take some minor issues with the changes to that they decided to make.

Prefacing this with this is just my personal opinion, it feels significantly less brutal. I don't know, something about her death being caused by an explosion caused by a stray bullet hitting a canister of condensed Chaos Energy just rubs me the wrong way (also shout out to the guy behind me who said "how did that only kill Maria?" He's not wrong and he should say it lol). I'm not a fan of this change.

In the original lore, Maria takes the bullet. The G.U.N soldiers don't hit something near her, they hit her. And that has always felt a lot more visceral to me. There's absolutely no weaseling out of what happened there; they shot a kid.

In the movie though, I dunno, it leaves her death open to argument, in a way. Like that situation is very easy to spin in a "oh of course we weren't shooting at the kid! Shit just happened!" kind of way. Whereas in the original, it's pretty blatantly "no, bud, you shot a little girl. At like point blank range. That was a choice you made and we all saw it." Like there's no debating that's what happened.

Like it's fine. It's whatever. But the original felt way worse. What they showed in the movie felt like something the government could've actually been open about and could've easily spun in a "well she shouldn't have been there anyway, this is obviously all Robotnik's fault. Collateral happens." But in the original, Project Shadow is for Maria, to find a way to cure her, so obviously she has to be there, and it's really hard to spin killing her in any circumstance in a "not our fault" kind of way.

I guess, ultimately, it comes down to I feel like they made changes to Shadow's origin that they really didn't need to make, and while I don't hate it, I'm also not exactly a fan of it.

Again, this is just my opinion on it, and I just wanted to ramble a little lol

[zofi-persson-quotes]

More under cut

Dark: washing his hands, turns around to grab a towel, but sees a babyfied Second with a gun in hand

Second, who drank a potion that made him physically a baby just to make the prank: ah! :D

Dark: ... that's a baby with a gun. A BABY. WITH A GUN.

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Dark: I'm calling the others. They hung up.

Dark: inhale IT'S A BABY WITH A GUN.

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Dark: comfort eating eats a donut, then spits it out that's just sugar-

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Dark: awww, it's a baby with a gun!

Second: trying not to laugh out loud

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Dark: BABY WITH A GUN- throws an empty bowl

Second: O-O

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Dark: WHO SENT YOU?! WAS IT CHOSEN?! FINE I'LL BUY HIM A NEW BOOK-

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Dark, checking his phone: my insurance covers babies with guns? Surprised oh, really?

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Dark, perched on the kitchen's counter: GET OUT.

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Dark: takes out Second's pen how about we trade?? Gives Second the pen and takes the gun I'll give you this, and you'll give me that. Now isn't that bet-

Second: uses the pen to draw another, albeit more cartoonish, gun

Dark: oh.

Dark: I'm really stupid.

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Dark: points the gun at Second OH. NOT SO NICE, ISN’T IT? NO, UH?! I'M A MAN WITH A GUN, WHAT ARE YOU!? YOU'RE A BABY WITH A GUN, YOU'RE NOTHING!

Second: fake tears intensifies

Dark: h-

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Dark: I'm sorry, that was mean. You don't deserve that, you're young. Gives his gun back to Second just take mine-

Dark:

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Dark: cover his face with his hands oh, now it's a baby with two guns.

Second: :)

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Dark: WHERE’S THE BABY?? THERE'S THE BABY! WHY DON'T YOU LEAVE??

Dark, perched once again on the counter while sobbing: GET OUT OF THE HOUSEEEE!

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Dark, hiding inside the fridge: I'm hiding in the fridge now!

Second: concerned

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Dark, after getting out of the fridge and speaking sarcastically: Y'know, I kinda want you to shoot me, so when God's like, "Hey Dark, how did you die?" I can be like "I dunno God, maybe I was shot by A BABY WITH A GUN!"

Second: laughs at Dark's misery

Dark, now crying: don't laugh at me! You're a sick... you're a sick baby woth a gun!

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Dark: moves around erratically YEAH! Not easy, is it?! NOT EASY SHOOTING A MOVING TARGET!-

Second: aims

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Dark, with a bandaged arm after being grazed by the bullet: ... you need to leave.

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Second is outside the door

Dark: sits against said door, exhausted

Vic: awww, looks at this little baby!

Green, alarmed: OH GODS HE'S GOT A GUN! AAAAAAH!-

Gunshots

Dark, holding himself against both door and wall: ... I have to move- O_O

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Meanwhile

Sec, after drinking some milk so that the potion wears off: revenge has been made!

Chosen, chuckling: good! He deserved it after the last prank!

Blue: yeah, that Virus was almost as bad as the ViraBot- and didn't even help us getting rid of it!

[vividviolence]

Alright after having played the entire campaign & indulged in a bit of the postgame, here's my current rankings for every stage & boss in antonblast! via this tierlist right here

My thoughts on each individual stage will be under the cut, ordered from favorites to least favorites :]

The Levels...

I feel like Pinball Mire and Mad Mall are overall fine levels dragged down by a single really annoying gimmick or two. This is to say that the pinball is the single worst transformation in the game and I found the time limits & trash goblins to be a fuckin' chore.

Bomb Candy Mines and Cinnamon Springs really only have the crime of not being as interesting as later stages. They're largely good & fun to go back to, but I'd easily pick something like Mysterious Glasshouse due to their environments not being as cool to me.

Devilled Gardens is a really fun stage thematically but having to sit through Moonits' dialouge every single time I replay the stage kinda kills a lot of its replay value, & while I think the timer mech is a really really fucking cool setpiece it's pretty boring mechanically.

Boiler City is a really solid introduction to the game! Not much more to say, outside of the bombastic chase sequence at the end it doesn't really seek to blow your balls off too hard- which is good imo. it makes a strong first impression & does what it seeks to do well.

Same can largely be said about Crimson Factory, but it gets to be slightly higher up because it has damn good music and my favorite paul location in the game.

Outside of the grindrail sections The Mysterious Glasshouse is an overall solid stage. It maybe goes on for a bit too long, but each mechanic it introduces is used well enough that I'll give it a pass :]

Slowroast Sewer has some of my favorite mechanics out of any stage. The water, the sewer shark, the rat enemy, all of these are fun to play around & master.

I dunno if I'm in the minority but I fuckin' love replaying Hell Manor. I LOVE when games bring back every previous mechanic and force you to use em in new ways, and Hell Manor exceeds at that with flying colors!

Big Bath. Probably the single most unique stage in the entire game, still insane to me that they had the balls to just actually send you to non-euclidean poolrooms hell. I also love that while it's clear the stage isn't trying too hard to take itself seriously, it also isn't too much of an explicit parody either. The weird fucked up geometry is played pretty straight, and really the only comedic elements are The Duck(s) and the fakeout at the end.

And finally, for my favorite Antonblast level, Concrete Jungle!!!! I love Concrete Jungle so fucking much. The music, the enemies, the gimmicks, the stage concept, all of these come together to make the most solid gameplay experience in the entire game for me. It's the absolute platonic ideal of what an Antonblast stage should be imo...

Shit I still have to talk about the bosses.

Okay fuck I spent so much time talking about each individual stage that I'm just gonna shoot each boss rq. h

Brawlbuster does a fine job as an introductory boss, but outside of that he really doesn't have much going for him. Hey, at least his animations & design are cool! I respect him but do not feel much for him.

Probably unpopular opinion but outside of the third phase I found Ring a Ding boring. Didn't really dig his first phase track & I think the fact that he's literally just a massive bell with eyes is kinda lame for what's meant to be the penultimate boss of the game. Third phase was sick as hell though I'll give him that!

I like maulbuster :] unfortunately the way her fight changes your ui was really really confusing and I had to spend several attempts just figuring out how I was supposed to damage her. there was a short period where I legitimately thought I had to attack the bullets instead of dodge them! It was confusing! Once you get a handle on things the fight's fun & pretty easy though

I don't have much to say about smallbuster other then she's cute & her fight is fun :]

I love Freako Dragon. Big pachinko ball dragon... honestly high contendor for my favorite design in the whole game. Really his fight would be higher if it was just easier to control anton during the second phase, that's like the one thing I don't like about it.

Tallbuster is my favorite of the bossbusters. I should probably swap him and freako but I think he deserves to be in the top 3 :] anyways his weakness is very clearly conveyed, his attacks aren't too too hard to dodge, and really he just lacks any glaring flaws imo. He's like THE antonblast boss to me.

I'm not fucking talking about every phase of satan but it's a really damn good ending to the game. first phase busts your balls appropriately well & the following phases are all compoundingly intense, but not really in an overbearing way. it's good boss yes yes

Jewel Ghoul fucking rules. 10/10 design, 10/10 theme, 10/10 attack patterns, he's very deserving of the placement of best antonblast boss to me.

Anyways wow that's all. I don't have a way to end this. I'm tired. lol

[cotl-flower-crown]

What will happen to the bishops in this AU? Will they simply get arrested? Or will they die horrific and ironic/poetic deaths?

P.S: Either way, please go easy on my boy Leshy please!

The police in the city they live in is so corrupted, that the bishops could just pay the police chief to be let go. It's also the matter of the sheer size of their gangs, if they wished so, they could just wipe the police department and serve justice on their own terms. So no, getting them arrested is not enough.

Forcing the Bishops to quit isn't great either, since who's to say that they won't just strike back under the pretence that they are gone?

Nari made mistakes before which he was never forgiven for, so the Bishops don't get to have their second chance either.

When Narinder came back from prison, he realised that his siblings wanted him gone, erased from their lives, their legacy. After everything they've been through they decided to abandon him and remove him from history. They moved on. It was like he never existed to begin with. And he wanted to do the same thing to them.

I don't know the details of most of the Bishop's deaths, but I do know that they all die from Lambert's hand in some way. For Leshy it's in self defense, Heket dies in a freak accident, Kal is straight up mercilessly shot with a gun (because Lambert feels no sympathy for him) and Shamura... I dunno. Still figuring those out.

I do have a rough idea on how Leshy dies, so I'm gonna write it down below. [cw: vore???? (Leshy eating the enemy), death scene, showing off the body like a decoration]

Leshy does this thing to the smaller enemies where he burrows himself underground and then attacks the target from bellow, either biting them or swallowing them whole. Usually it ends with them being stabbed to death with the razor sharp teeth placed down his throat. He doesn't do that often though, because he becomes vulnerable, from eating too much at once.

Leshy is killed after he attacks Lambert from below the ground and swallows him. Lambert managed to survive with the help of a bullet proof vest that he found in the warehouse that they were in at the time. Lambert, panicking and not being able to breathe or see and being pushed down to Leshy's stomach, he remembers about his emergency gun and shoots Leshy from the inside. Injured Leshy wails for a little bit, trying to throw up Lambert, until he finally falls to the ground. And Narinder saw it happen. Possibly because he expected Leshy to devour Lambert so he could take that chance to strike Leshy himself. He didn't expect that Lambert would do that before him.

After a moment of shock he notices that Lambert is still alive inside trying to get out, so he approaches the corpse of Leshy and pulls Lambert out, whom gasps for air and throws up.

After that Narinder makes an announcement to everyone in the building that their leader is dead and they will be spared if they surrender. Having no other choice they either surrender, run away or die trying. Heket and Kal soon enough arrive and they see that Leshy's corpse is hanged in front of the warehouse on a hook, face down. Narinder stands above and the siblings greet each other. They make a deal: Heket and Kallamar will retreat their forces for now if Narinder gives Leshy back to them. He agrees and cuts down the rope that was tied to Leshy's hook. He falls down and their siblings take the body. They leave. The battle was victorious to the Red Crowns and people cheer. Narinder approaches Lambert and gives him Leshy's monocle saying "You can have it. Good job".

[valscodblog]

"Now I see You."

Phillip Graves X OC

WELLLLLLLL, lets hope none of the ask blogs find this or im done for. I will forver be loyal to Los Vaqueros however-once the Graves worms start...they cannot be stopped.

Tags: @skauni @thebunnednun @writing-with-moss @karlachismylife @2econd-of-1sts <33

TW: SHORT ASF, sorry gang. No inspo day but had to push sum out bc its been a while </3, Graves is hurt (DESERVED), slight description of blood, cursing, pretty much nothing else. Mostly fluff. Meh :p

Graves held her by the wrist and asked, "Why the fuck do you always choose Them over Me, Tracer?"

She didn't respond. She just looked at her boots.

"Tracer-I'm talkin' ta ya-" "I choose them because they didn't double cross me as many times as you have-and I'm not just talking war crimes, Graves."

and with that he let go of her and let her walk out of his life. For good.

or so he thought.

"Tracer-?" he muttered under his breath, eyeing a new shadow rookie. "Tracer-" "It's shadow one one Two Sir. Or just Two for short. Who's Tracer?" He looked at the-fuck they had blue eyes not green. "...an old friend I lost years ago...sorry for confusin' ya. Carry on."

Fuck. Get it together, Graves, he scolded himself as he walked away from the rookie. Ya miss 'er sure, but damn...it's been ten years.

"One down, two to go, Sir!" a Shadow shouted, Graves nodded but didn't truly register the words. "Right." Where was she? Shepard has said...Fuck. Fuck he was shot. Fuck. Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck-"Graves!" and he felt someone pulling him away from the battlefront. He groaned and opened his eyes-when had he shut them?- and saw Her. A little older, sure, but her nonetheless. How old was she now? ...Twenty nine, right? "Tracer...Good ta see ya, Kid." Tracer rolled her eyes.

"Shut it or I'll make you." and Graves sighed deeply in comfort. Despite his leg bleeding out from the bullet wound. Tracer quickly wrapped his leg and said, "Cant risk taking the bullet out right now-we have to move ASAP. C'mon-" and Graves let her help him up. She supported most his weight, Graves using his good leg to help every now and then. "So...how was Mexico-" and he got a pistol barrel in the mouth. "Told ya. Shut it or I'll do it for ya."

Mya sighed heavily and took her gun out of his mouth, "Why do you call me Tracer? You know my Callsign's Fuckup." Graves shrugged, limping slowly, leaning onto her. "I dunno, cuz it suits ya? And I for once think that the higher-ups shoulda done a better job at namin' ya?" Phillip mumbled softly, and que the side eyeing he's missed for so so long now.

Mya groaned and took of the standard balaclava all shadows wore. "Look. Phil, i was stupid and dumb back then." "Back when?" "ten years ago." "Past is past. It's f-" "No it's not. Im sorry. Okay? I'm sorry, Boss." And Graves smirked. "So does this mean i get to take you out on a first date?" Mya looked over to him, "What, bombing forty sum places with me back in the day not good enough of a date for you?"

Phillip shook his head and laughed, "Now I see you..." he started, "I don't think I ever wanna look away."

"...You got that from a book." "Sure did, Sugar." "Ugh. Men."

[divinelolita]

Can you do a fanfic of tom x male reader were reader is the older brother of Britney Spears but tom or the band doesn't know that and they go to an awards show (whatever there called) and Britney keeps hugging and clinging on to us and tom gets extremely jealous because he thinks there dateing so he glares at reader and ignores them wean ever we try to talk or get close to him. And Britney comes to visit reader as a surprise for ur birthday but can find us and goes to tom and ask "have you seen my brother?" I'll give you my left kidney if you write this

TOM KAULITZ X BROTHER OF BRITNEY SPEARS

this was definitely hard to write but I really liked the plot-sorry if my writing isn't good I'm better at bullet pointing lol

"How much longer 'til we are there?"

Georg asked Tom, lazily slung on one of the couches in the tour bus. Tom took a few seconds before responding.

"Uhh I dunno...ask Bill."

Georg rolled his eyes, muttering a small "Asshole.." under his breath before turning to Bill and asking the question. Tom didn't respond to Georg calling him names though, as his mind was already preoccupied. They were going to an awards show (bb idk what it's called either LMFAO) and Tom didn't know how to react. I mean sure, he was excited and hopeful but also scared shitless. I mean, BIG stars were going to be here and he hated to admit it, but would feel small near these stars.

His leg shook up and down as he played with his lip ring, moving it in small circles as he got slightly worked up about the thought of having to go to this whole show thing.

"Tom..? You alright?" He heard Bill's voice ask faintly, but his heart rate increased as he thought about how many people will be there. What if he somehow embarrasses himself there? What if something happens to the band? What if he gets lost? What if he..

"TOM." A punch on his shoulder almost made him jump, his head whipping up so quickly he almost got whiplash. He winced at the pain in his shoulder before apologizing to his brother.

"Yeah. Yeah. Yeah, I'm cool." He replied nonchalantly, although he was everything from it. When Bill raised a pierced eyebrow he continued. "Seriously, Bill. I'm fine." he gulped lowly, his palms becoming sweaty. "You're not scared about the show, right?" Georg asked from the couch, propping himself up on his shoulders. Before Tom could answer, Bill patted him firmly on the back "You got nothin' to worry about, silly. Everything is gonna be okay, yeah?" Somehow, his tone of voice brought Tom back to reality as he let out a sigh, smiling softly at the two band members. "Mhm. I know."

Before Bill could say something else, the bus came to a screeching halt, making Tom grimace due to the loud noise. "Alright, let's get moving, hm?" Jost said, opening up the door. Gustav came groggily out of the bathroom, having just woken up not even 20 minutes ago. "God man, I just got up.."

Bil giggled lightly, following Jost out the door "C'mon, 'lesgo!"

(AT THE AWARD THINGY MA-JIG 😋)

Tom shuffled, standing next to Gustav and Bill, Georg on the right of Gustav. His eyes scanned the crowd, trying to find a hot girl. Hey, if he has to stay here in this place full of people there has to be at least one hot chick, right? But his eyes scanned over somebody so beautiful, he had to do a double take. A gorgeous man with beautiful hair stood tall and confident, chatting with a blonde on his side. Tom's attention wasn't on her though, no, but on the boy.

The boy was.. exactly his type? I mean, he had been questioning if he was into men or not but always pushed it to the side, afraid of accepting himself. But looking at this boy made his stomach curl into knots and made his face slightly hotter than it was before.

Tom's fascination was cut short though, As he got to see the girls face more Cleary and saw it was none other than Britney. Britney Spears. His heart rate increased for the second time of the day as he noticed this. Britney was a fabulous, gorgeous girl. No wonder she was talking to this dude. He nipped his lip ring anxiously as he watched, to his horror, as she hugged the boy tightly and laid her head on his shoulder, laughing as he whispered something to her.

"Tom! Tom, are you even listening?!"

A pinch on his arm made him whimper in pain as he turned to Gustav, the blonde raising his eyebrows at him. "Huh? Sorry man... was'up?" Tom mumbled, his usual cherry and cocky self turned into a quiet, almost miserable boy as he replayed the memory of Britney wrapping her hands around the boy he had just seen. How has a stranger he never talked to made him feel this way?

"I was asking if you wanted to scout out some girls with Georg and me, yeah?" He asked, Georg smirking at Tom as he pointed in the direction of some pretty girls. "Seriously, the girls here are BEAUTIFUL, man!" Georg chortled, looking at Tom expecting a yes.

"Erm..No thanks. Not tonight.." Bill looked at Tom out of the corner of his eye. "... I'll go with you guys." Bill said quietly, smiling at the G's. They were surprised by both of the twin's answers, but nodded to Bill while smiling "Alright, let's go! Hey Tom, we are gonna be over there, kay?" A voice said, Tom not being able to make out who it was. All he could do was nod as he looked over at the boy again, Britney holding his hand and ruffling his hair. Tom felt pangs of jealously coursing through him, wishing that he could take the blonde's place. He watched how the boy smiled whenever Britney said something, or how he would laugh when Britney said something funny.

Tom's never felt like this before. He wanted to make this boy from heaven laugh, smile, and touch Tom's dreads. Although they were a good 50 feet apart, he could feel himself freeze as his blood went cold when the boy locked eyes with him. He could make out a faint smile and watched as the boys hand went to wave at him. He felt frozen in place as the boy walked over to him, still keeping that warm smile on his face. Tom felt the air leave his lungs as he properly saw how damn gorgeous he was. "Hey.. Your uh, Tom right? The guitarist from Tokio Hotel!" the boy spoke with a voice full of confidence. His voice was so beautiful Tom swore he could've heard angels singing in the background.

Tom let jealously get the best of him, as he found himself slightly glaring at the boy. He nodded slowly, muttering out a soft "Yes." although his nervousness made it seem more like a question. Even with his tone, the boy kept that dammed beautiful smile on. "Ah. My names M/N. It's nice to meet you!" Tom's eyes flickered back and forth between the boys two beautiful (colored) ones, feeling himself get more nervous and barley being able to keep upright. If he stayed here he knew he would die of nervousness.

"Oh.Erm.. I have to get back to my band." he grumbled out, trying to make himself seem confident but failing to do so. Tom's heart twisted as he saw the beautiful mans smile falter for a moment, before speaking in a slightly smaller voice. "Oh.. I'm sorry for keeping you up. See you around then, Tom." Tom hummed, almost falling on his heels as he darted to the band. As soon as he got there, a pretty brunette came up to him. "Hey.. I'm Abbi." *she said, smirking at him. He cleared his throat, not wanting his reputation to get ruined. "Oh? Is that so?" He held back a grimace as she threw herself on him, leaving light kisses on his jaw and neck.

His eyes stayed on one person though, and that was the boy. He felt really bad about just leaving him, but he really didn't know what else to do. He wanted to push this girl off him, go to the boy, and talk again. These thoughts left as quickly as they appeared as he saw the boy talk to Britney again, rubbing his arm. His stomach twisted as he detached his eyes from him quickly, trying to focus on the girl. But for some reason, it wasn't feeling good. It felt like a ghost lingered on his skin as she kissed him, feeling nothing but emptiness.

The girl picked her head up as someone called her name, another girl. She smiled, apologizing as she nipped Tom's neck one last time before going over to her friend. Tom groaned in relief but couldn't help but glance again at Britney and the mystery guy. What a mistake. She clung to his waist, head rested on his chest. He wanted to throw up as his chest curled and he felt jealously surge throughout his veins. Yes, this was going to be a longggg night.

Thirty minutes later, Tom found himself around a bar, his bandmates close to him. Georg burped rather loudly as he finished another bottle. " Alright Geo, that's your last." Bill scolded, taking away the empty bottle. "What do you mean? We are at a show!" Georg hissed, eyeing another bottle of beer. Gustav chuckled, patting Georg on the back "Georg, you're not even 21 yet. Relax, man." Georg grumbled as he laid back in his seat. "Tomi, go put this away for me, please?" Bill asked, smiling at his older brother. Tom rolled his eyes but took it. Stupid bar, why can't the employees go take the shit?

As he was going to put it back, out of the corner of his eye, he saw that dammed boy again. As he put the bottle on the counter, the man came beside him, smiling once more. He opened his mouth before Tom cleared his throat and walked away, leaving the boy confused and sad.

(when they announce Tokio Hotel wins cuz I'm not writing all that)

Tom felt like he had frozen, but was cut back to reality as everybody around them screamed and applauded. Bill brought Tom into a tight hug which Tom gave back, hugging his little brother like it was his last day on earth. Tom felt as if he was on cloud nine.

They went up to the stage, Bill being the singer holding the award. He gave s beautiful speech as he thanked everybody for the opportunity to receive this. Everybody applauded once again as all the band members hugged, feeling proud of themselves.

(like 20 minutes later idfk LOL)

Tom felt happy with himself as he leaned up against the wall talking to the band, two girls plastered near the G's. He had completely forgotten about the boy and was happy that way. They all laughed, having great conversation. Georg and Gustav were slightly drunk...okay maybe very drunk but that made it feel even better to be there and hang out with them. Bill only had one drink so although feeling fuzzy he was still fine. Tom felt that way too, as long as Bill was okay he was okay. He believed that for 18 years. 18 years he spent thinking that twin emotions were shared. That was shattered as he saw Britney approach him, looking all around her as she called out someone's name, the band and music being too loud for Tom to hear. When she came closer he felt his heart drop, eyes squinting at her slightly as he still felt mad and jealous about the boy. God dammit, now he was thinking of the boy again!

The rest of the band fixed their posture, looking at her with admiration and a little bit of something else. She was drop dead gorgeous, so Tom understood wh they looked at her dumbfounded. He glared at her, raising an eyebrow. "Hello! I just wanted to say congrats on winning the ____ Award! You guys deserved it!" She smiled happily, making the G's flustered. Before anybody else could say anything, She turned back to Tom, his eyes filled with jealously. "I was just wondering if you knew where my brother, M/N, was.. It's his birthday and I wanted to do something for him." Tom felt himself freeze as his eyes widened, jaw dropping slightly. "M-M/N...?" He asked weakly, not being able to process what he just heard. She smiled softly at him, nodding "Yeah! The boy you talked to earlier. The one with (colored) hair?"

I MIGHTMAKE A PART TWO LATER IT'S MIDNIGHT AND I'M TIRED AF LMAO

[sfblah]

The Cleanup Crew - Chapter 5

[Previous Chapter]

Wanted to try a slightly spoopy chapter for spoopy month. I feel like this came out pretty ridiculous, but that's kinda the whole point of it all lol. Hopefully it still makes some modicum of sense.

Female sneezes - Various causes

cw: Guns, Violence

Operation "Slinky"

To be perfectly honest, Bucket had hoped beyond hope that the cafe being under repair would mean some time off from work. And for a while it did. But, just as she was enjoying another day of sleeping in and not doing much of anything, she found herself with new orders and a reason to set an alarm.

The van pulls into the parking lot behind Club Liminal. Kerchief and Duster set about unloading supplies from the back, Mop surveys the area, and Bucket stands off to the side, meticulously trying to work the tips of her thumb and forefinger into her left nostril. Almost got it…

“Please, Miss Bucket,” Kerchief says in a half whisper. “A maid mustn’t pick her nose in public.”

“Oh, uh, I wasn’t,” Bucket replies, still not giving up. “I’ve got a really long nose hair or something and it’s bugging me.”

“Ugh, hate it when that happens,” interjects Duster, giving her own nose a quick rub in sympathy.

“You’re both vile,” Mop mutters in passing.

Kerchief closes her eyes and sighs.

“At least wait until we’re inside. Then you can find your way to the restroom and take care of it privately.”

Bucket makes one last attempt to pluck out the offending hair, after which she finally relents. She lets out a little moan of defeat, then gives her big, squishy nose a big, squishy rub. Still tickles. Not wanting to look like she hasn’t helped at all, she grabs a single ammo can out of the van and places it with the others.

What in the world does some random nightclub need this many bullets for? As far as Bucket is aware, they’re just there to provide security for some kind of event. Although, after a week or so on the job, she’s seen firsthand plenty of times that nothing ever goes according to plan. Kerchief and Duster head inside with an armful of supplies each, at which point Bucket resumes trying to get at that pesky nose hair. She then freezes in place when she notices Mop staring at her, or at least so she assumes. Still not entirely sure if Mop even has eyes.

“Relax, Bucket. I’m not gonna tell on you.”

Too embarrassed to continue, Bucket returns to rubbing her nose again instead. She takes a deep sniff and scrunches up her face, satisfaction still out of reach. Her eyes briefly flit to the club’s staff entrance.

“What’s taking them so long?” Bucket wonders aloud, fingers still pressed up against the underside of her nose. Mop also glances at the door, and she shrugs with a little “eh.”

“I dunno. I usually leave the business stuff to Kerchief,” she says, folding her arms and cocking her hips. Bucket is a bit taken aback. Most of the time she’s the one least willing to take the initiative. Kerchief and Duster haven’t even been gone for all that long, but something just feels… Off. With another sniff and a shake of her head, Bucket gives a hard rub back and forth under her nose before heading toward the building.

“Well, uh, I’m gonna go find the little maid’s room. I’ll let you know if I run into the others.”

Mop stiffly raises a hand and flaps her fingers up and down in what could perhaps charitably be described as a wave. Not sure how to respond, Bucket presses on and nudges her way through the door. The hallway is dimly illuminated by a single flickering light. Chipped black paint covers the walls, and the carpet is made up of inscrutable patterns in a displeasing mix of purple and brown. Every surface looks like the floor of an arcade. Bucket continues after a quick shake of her head, soon arriving at another set of doors.

A piece of paper is taped to one of the doors, though Bucket mostly ignores it. It’s covered in too much text to simply say “do not enter,” and besides, there’s nowhere else to go. Bucket grips the handle and gives it a downward turn, and suddenly the floor beneath her is gone. The door handle slips through her fingers, and she gives a piercing “EEE-YAAAAHHH!!!” as she tumbles down a previously unseen staircase into the darkness below.

Bucket lands hard on her back, beating a cloud of dust from the stale carpet. She sits up, briefly stares at the new, even darker corridor she finds herself in, and - “ah-ahh-CHOOO!” - she sneezes. The maid takes a moment to rub back and forth under her nose before rising to her feet.

This godforsaken tunnel doesn’t even have the courtesy to give her a flickering light on the ceiling. The only illumination comes from a series of dim purple tube lights on the floor, themselves providing barely enough light to indicate that this hallway does in fact have walls. Beyond that, nothing. Just dust and echoes.

“ah-CHOO!!”

Bucket sneezes again as she tries to get her bearings. She turns around, and the staircase she fell down seems to have disappeared. The floor lights simply end at a solid wall blocking the way. It’s too dark for Bucket to even tell if there is a ceiling, but she can’t see any trace of the crappy lightbulb from the hallway above.

“Uh. Hello?”

The maid’s mumbled greeting goes unanswered.

“Kerchief? Duster?”

Silence.

“Anybody!?”

Her hair stands on end when she finally hears a response. A distant… Growl? And footsteps, muffled somewhat by the matted carpet, but slowly drawing closer. Bucket rolls her eyes once she’s had a moment to process.

“Okay, ha ha, funny joke. I’m so scared. Come on, guys.”

The footsteps quicken. Whoever is there still doesn’t speak, and the hallway is too dark for Bucket to see more than a few feet ahead. The invisible figure continues to accelerate, and it emits another growl. But this time, it’s more of an inhuman gurgle, and much closer than the sound of its footfalls would suggest. Bucket’s eyes go wide and her throat makes a terrified squeak. She draws her pistol with all the haste she can muster and fires three shots into the darkness.

Once the echo of the gunshots fades, the hall is silent once again. No more footsteps, no groans of pain, no thud of a body hitting the ground, nothing. Bucket lowers her weapon, then she shivers reflexively and gives a nonsequitur “ah-CHOOO!” She’s hardly had the chance to recover from her sneeze before she whirls around, runs to the end of the hallway, and pounds her fist on the wall.

“Mop! Mop get me out of here!” she pleads, voice cracking. “Duster!? Kerchief!? Open the wall! Put the stairs back! Something!”

A soreness in her hand eventually urges her to stop and she slumps forward against the concrete. Another much farther off growl jolts her upright and she spins about, her back to the wall.

“D-don’t mess with me! I’m… I… ah… ah-ahh-CHOO!!”

Bucket doubles over with yet another dusty sneeze. Without continuing her nebulous threat, she reaches behind her back and retrieves her rifle from under her skirt. Extend the stock, slap in a magazine, pull back the charging handle. The maid brings her weapon up to her shoulder, flicks the selector to full auto, and points it down the corridor.

“Okay, now would be a really good time to bust through the wall! Or something!”

No one comes to save her, nor does anything come to attack. Bucket loses track of time as she stands at the ready, and she has no idea how long has passed when she finally relaxes. She lets her weapon fall to her hip, and after a second she sighs and glances down at it.

“Looks like it’s you and me, Honey Badger.”

Bucket continues to stare at the rifle for a second too long, as if actually expecting some sort of reply. She lifts her gaze and peers out at the nothingness.

“I’m going fuckin’ crazy!”

Shaking her head to clear her thoughts, the maid presses forward. With her adrenaline dying down, she starts feeling that prickly nose hair again. Bucket takes one hand off her weapon and begins frantically rubbing her nose, squinting and scrunching up her face.

“Oh my god…” she grumbles to herself, mashing her nose upward with her palm. Her nostrils flare out and then suck in as she sniffs as hard as she can. Then, her foot again fails to meet the floor. Too startled to even scream properly, Bucket emits a high-pitched squeak as she rolls down yet another staircase that she would swear wasn’t there before.

Just like the first time, Bucket lands in a cloud of dust, sits up, and - “a-CHOOOO!!” - sneezes. She checks her weapon and herself, but aside from being increasingly annoyed, she seems fine.

This hallway is aesthetically the same as the last, as far as she can tell. Still the same grubby carpet, and the same purple floor lights. But, this time there is again a lightbulb hanging from the ceiling, revealing a single section of the passage. Bucket jogs up to the light, and she notices the wall on one side is adorned with a floor to ceiling mirror. With her priorities in perfect order, she breathes a sigh of relief and leans toward the reflective surface.

“Jeez, finally,” Bucket mumbles, letting her rifle hang by its sling and bringing a finger to her face to lift the soft tip of her nose. Even among the plethora of hairs that line her big, stretched-out nostrils, she’s able to rapidly identify the one that’s been bothering her.

“Alright, c’mere you little bastard…”

She pinches the hair between her fingernails and gives it a sharp tug. First try. Bucket wrinkles her nose slightly at the twinge, and she scrunches up even tighter as she looks down at the long, scraggly hair. She flicks it away into the darkness, but before she can get back on track…

“ah… aahhh… aaaah-CHOOO!!!!”

It was as if removing that nose hair unleashed a sneeze that had been building all day. Bucket doubles over so far that her forehead smacks against the mirror. She screams and stumbles back, at which point she screams again as she bumps into something, and then she screams a third time when she opens her eyes and sees the reflection of a figure over her shoulder. Her hands fly to her weapon and she unloads a frantic burst of gunfire into the mirror. The glass splinters, but she notices Mop’s curtained visage around the cracks.

“Hey, Bucket.”

“Mop, you scared me!” Bucket sobs as she turns to face her colleague. She slumps forward, letting her sore forehead fall onto Mop’s shoulder.

“Don’t lean on me.”

Bucket immediately straightens.

“So, uh… What the heck is this place?” she asks, giving a long, slow rub back and forth under her nose. Damn that feels good. She almost forgets to listen when Mop answers.

“It would seem Club Liminal has some kind of haunted funhouse basement.”

Bucket gives Mop a half-lidded stare.

“Cool, so you have no idea either.”

“Nope. All I know is it’s disgusting and I’d like to leave.”

“Same. Just, uh. How do we go about doing that?”

“I don’t know, I didn’t build this place. Why do you keep asking me?”

“Okay, okay! I just don’t know what to do. Um. How did you get down here?”

“Stairs.”

“Oh my god, same. Stairs keep just appearing under me, I fell down like three floors to get here.”

“No, I mean… I just walked down.”

Bucket’s jaw clenches. Her eye twitches, and then she turns to face the direction she’d been going before stopping at the mirror.

“Alright. Well then. Let’s just see if we can find aaAAA-!”

The maid takes a single step and immediately begins tumbling all over again. She lands face down in another cloud of dust, and a moment later Mop calmly descends the stairs beside her. Bucket silently lays in a heap for a second before rolling over and staring up at the obscured ceiling, at least until…

“ah-ahh-ahhh…! ahh-CHOOO!!”

“Bless you,” says Mop as Bucket sneezes herself upright.

“I hate stairs.”

Bucket slowly pushes herself back to her feet. The moment she settles, bright lights all around switch on with an explosive popping sound, revealing not another cramped hallway, but some kind of massive stadium-like chamber. A tiered pyramid structure rises above up ahead, and Bucket can just see what appears to be a pedestal at the top.

“ch! hih-ch! ah-ch!”

A trio of tiny, rapid sneezes startle Bucket half to death. She turns her head to find Mop gently nudging a knuckle up under the tip of her nose.

“Gesundheit,” Bucket squeaks. Mop squares her shoulders and gives no response of any kind. Before either of them can suggest approaching the pyramid, confetti bursts from every inch of the ceiling and rains down around them as multicolored lights begin to strobe in time with decades-old and extremely bass-heavy party music. Bucket shields her eyes with one hand, but Mop launches into another fit of minuscule sneezes.

“he-ch! ha-ch! hh’ch! hih-ch! ah-ch!”

“Jeez, Mop. You okay?” Bucket inquires, but Mop shows no sign of stopping. Then, a distinct rumbling draws Bucket’s concern elsewhere. She looks over her shoulder and sees the wall behind them slowly rising, and the same growling she’d heard on the first floor of this hellscape begins to filter in alongside the music.

“Uh, Mop? Mop, we need to go,” stammers Bucket, her voice fully drowned out by the cacophony. She grabs her companion by the arm and begins to pull her forward, but their pace is worryingly slow. Bucket glances back again, and a chill runs up her spine at the sight of what she can only assume are dozens of… Zombies? What else could they be but zombies? Pouring out of the open passageway and charging straight for them.

“Mop! Holy shit!” Bucket screams. She shoves Mop past her, then she turns, raises her rifle, and opens fire. Some of the zombies fall, a few even tripping those behind them, but there are simply too many. Bucket flicks the empty magazine out of her weapon, slides a new one in, and slaps the bolt release before spraying down another layer of runners, then she looks to see if Mop has made any progress.

Hardly.

Mop has managed to stagger maybe five paces toward the pyramid as she continues to sneeze herself silly. With too many foes to defeat and not enough time for any sort of plan, Bucket grabs Mop by the arm again, wraps it around her shoulders, and hefts her up as best she can. With the horde drawing ever nearer, Bucket charges at the structure in the center of the stadium, legs and lungs burning.

“I! Hate! Stairs!” she screams, heaving Mop onto the platform at the top of the pyramid. Bucket drags herself up to the podium, which sports a large, red button at its center. Pondering what it might do is a luxury she can’t enjoy, and she presses it immediately. Nothing happens. Bucket emits a feral shriek and begins to pound the button with her fist over and over and over.

Just when she’s about to give up and start shooting the damn thing, a deafening THUNK shakes the entire chamber. Bucket falls to the floor, and then she keeps falling. Again. The platform at the summit disappeared, dumping her and Mop onto a long, twisting slide. At least it isn’t another bumpy staircase this time. The maids crash through a door at the end of the slope, landing not on another decrepit carpet, but a hard tile floor.

Bucket leaps to her feet, and… And…

Kerchief and Duster stare at her in stunned silence. Bucket staggers forward, breathing heavily and loosely gripping her rifle with one hand.

“Kerchief, Duster, holy shit. I’m glad we found you. The… There’s zombies… And Mop is…”

Bucket points at her partner, who continues to lay face down on the floor as though she were dead. When she looks back to Kerchief and Duster, she finally notices that they’re sitting at a high bar table, each enjoying a strawberry daiquiri.

“Zombies?” Duster inquires, straw in her mouth. Bucket takes another look around the room. It looks like a perfectly normal nightclub, and a fairly posh one at that. Smooth black surfaces and chrome trim everywhere, with no sign of the nasty arcade decor anywhere to be seen. Bucket’s eye twitches again when she spies the street outside through the tinted window behind the bar.

“But we… How did we… Stairs. We fell down like five floors. Down. All down. Only down. How are we…”

Kerchief suddenly holds up a finger.

“Oh, you two must have ended up in The Gauntlet.”

“The what?”

“Did you read the note?”

Bucket blinks, her panting breaths only just starting to slow.

“The note on the door. It said ‘Please use the right side door for club entry. Left side door leads to The Gauntlet, under renovation.’”

Duster sets her daiquiri on the table after another sip. Bucket immediately snatches it up and chugs it in its entirety.

“Oh shit, brain freeze, ow.”

She stumbles back the way she came, stepping over Mop’s body to reach the door they’d just fallen through. Bucket tears it open, not much caring if she unleashes a torrent of the undead, but she finds nothing more than a mundane bathroom. A remarkably clean one at that. She closes the door and opens it again. Still just a bathroom. Letting go of the handle, Bucket steps aside to the corner and slumps face-first against the wall.

“Alright Mop, you wanna tell us what happened?” asks Duster. The comatose maid finally stirs, giving a subtle twitch.

“I hate stairs.”

[defire]

Ghost of Seattle Chapter 41

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Content: bullying, autistic whumpee

"If he looks at you for long enough, he can steal your soul."

It was early fall now, so the Shivers spent more time either in the bar area or doing their hobbies in their rooms. Ray and his friends were at the bar in the middle of the day, using up the booze they found in the last raid.

Ghost came up and sat on the bar stool to Ray's right. 

"Hey Ray." He said. "Can I ask you for a favor?"

Ray turned to him and burped, grinning.

"Wanna know something, Ghost?" Ray said. He took another drink. "You know snakes?"

"Obviously." Ghost said. 

"Did you know that snakes don't actually have ears? They can't hear for shit, they use heat vision."

Ghost frowned. 

"And," Ray added, elbowing Gray to his left. "They don't have eyes. Those eyes are just for show. They can't see."

"Yeah?" Ghost said, scratching his neck. 

"Yeah," Ray started chuckling, with Gray joining in. "And they can grow legs if they get old enough."

Ghost scowled. 

"You're lying." He said.

Ray slapped his knee and leaned forward, cackling. Several of Ray's friend had heard that, and were laughing at Ghost. 

"Fuck you." Ghost said, biting his lip as they just laughed harder.

He got up from his barstool to leave, noticing that Buddy had just come in.

"Wait," Ray called. "Weren't you gonna ask me for a favor?"

Ghost sighed.

"I was going to ask you to show me how to shoot, but you're drunk and being an asshole."

"When is he not being an asshole?" Gray said, still laughing.

Ray laughed even louder. 

"Hey." Buddy said, jerking her head toward the door. "I'll teach you."

"Thanks." Ghost sighed, and went to follow her.

"I just do it cause I love him." Ray said as he left, shooting him a glance.

Ghost gave him the finger over his shoulder, not looking back. Ray would take that as a friendly gesture, which was exactly how he meant it.

Out in the shooting range, rain fell across the field, making the blurry targets even harder to see. Ghost and Buddy stood under a rusting awning of sheet metal.

"Buddy, I can't. Tell me what I'm doing wrong."

He blinked rain out of his eyes. It kept dripping off his bangs. They got re-wet every time he went out to move the targets again.

Buddy threw down the roll of paper she was reading.

"How am I supposed to read with you shouting and firing that thing?"

"I only got 10 rounds. I wanna save some. Help me."

Buddy grunted, came over and checked his posture and grip.

"Ghost, I keep telling you."

"What?" 

"You're a natural. You already hit 5 times better than the other newbies. If it ain't broke, don't fix it."

Ghost sighed. He could tell he was terrible at this.

"Why are you so obsessed with shooting?" Buddy said.

"Figured I should have a distance option." Ghost shrugged.

"Uhuh." Buddy side-eyed him.

"What?" He said, staring out at his targets. Too far? They were a bit blurry at this distance. 

"Nothing to do with getting beaten up short range that one time?"

Ghost shrugged. 

"Dunno. Maybe."

At that moment, Grad came jogging up from the left side of the shooting range.

"Connor came by!" He said. "They're accepting the deal. We've got Offshoot on our side."

"What are we giving?" Ghost called, making an effort to get his voice above the wind.

"How did you know?" Grad said, frowning at Ghost. Grad didn't like him. "What, did you deal with her secretly?"

"No," Ghost shrugged. "But I know her. She always gets a good bargain."

He raised the gun, aimed and fired. It was like the bullet just disappeared. No new marks on the carboard.

"You're shit at that." Grad remarked.

Ghost closed his eyes.

"I know. Piss off."

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chapter 2: hokkaido-style ramen

double life [kuroo x f!reader]

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approximately seven and a half minutes ago she was slow dancing with the cockiest nepo baby in the building. he’d tried to get her a drink, and then he spaced out for a bit. 

and then the chandelier had come crashing down on the both of them without so much as a warning.

approximately seven minutes ago said nepo baby insisted she leave him behind and get help. she'd managed to squeeze through the crowd to the back alley of the hotel, activating the nanofiber suit supplied by cyborg and oracle. she'd started looking around the back of the building, inspecting all the emergency exits.

and then she had run into two of the city's biggest villains.

and to top it all off: approximately two minutes ago joker had flung her back into the building she had come from - embarrassing her in front of several members of the justice league.

all in all, tonight doesn’t seem to be going very well.

a large piece of plaster breaks off the wall above her head, and she dodges as it cracks and crumbles into pieces on the ground. the caped crusader curses, having nearly avoided an overhead projectile of his own. she finds herself smirking slightly at this.

“so,” he says, tone thick with unspoken suspicion and dripping in sarcasm, “did you just happen to be in the area tonight?” her smile fades under her mask almost immediately. looking back over her shoulder, she sees the bottom half of his tight-lipped expression. 

her scowl deepens.

“yes, i did. got a tip-off, actually. what of it?”

“i dunno,” he says mock-casually. “you just happened to know where two of the city's biggest villains are and when they planned to strike? sounds hella suspicious if you ask me-”

“well, i wasn't.” she cuts him off sharply, hackles rising at the doubt he shows. “i took a bullet for you once, have you forgotten? when will you quit insinuating-”

“i wasn't trying to insinuate anything,” he says defensively, and, oh, how she wishes she could be back in the ballroom enjoying a peaceful evening. even tetsuro kuroo’s company couldn't ever get worse than this.

“good. keep it that way.”

he sputters indignantly as keiji akaashi, also known as cyborg, attempts to stop him from making the situation worse. he and bokuto are the only ones whose true identities she's managed to find out; they're pretty easy to identify anyway. she hasn't had the same luck with oracle or flash or green arrow. 

or batman, for that matter.

as for her? she have no intention of revealing her true identity and compromising her personal safety any time soon. that, too, is something she'd like to keep that way.

“where's flash?” she already knows superman has gone off to deal with some wreckage downtown, but the speedster's absence is conspicuous. (he's the only one who openly sides with her over batman.)

“sedated and sleepy and-” oracle's voice, coming through her earpiece, is cut off by incoherent mumbling in the background. “he wants hokkaido-style ramen.”

“tell him i'll treat you all to ramen if we can maybe get through tonight without another of our dear caped crusader’s snide remarks.”

“hey!”

she wants to make another rebuttal. but there are more pressing issues at hand, such as the maniacal clown villain and his long-suffering partner in crime. and unfortunately for her and the justice league, they are right here in front of them at this very moment. both of them.

“joker,” she says shortly. “and ace.”

the flickering street lights illuminate the two figures standing in the middle of the road. the slightly taller man, his smug face in all its freshly-painted glory, laughs heartily at her acknowledgement. his green-and-purple suit - horrendous shades of them, really - crinkles at the elbows as he crosses his arms over his broad chest. tufts of brown hair poke out from under his matching and also horrendous fedora.

the other man is practically the opposite of his partner - he dresses in practical combat gear, all black. he grumbles, running a hand through his spiky jet-black hair. a scar runs down the side of his face, the bottom half of which is covered by a gas mask. no doubt it's to keep him safe from the joker's laughing gas. 

remembering their last encounter with the duo, she suddenly wishes she'd brought one of her own.

“if you're looking for trouble,” she states bluntly, “pick any other day of the week. we've done this a hundred and one times already, so if you could refrain from ruining a perfectly good saturday night, that would be just copacetic.”

joker laughs again. the sound pierces her ears.

“feisty as always, i see. good to see my favourite hero again.”

“i thought i was your favourite hero-” batman interjects, then shakes his head. “okay. why are you here tonight? we all know grand theft isn't your thing.”

joker's mouth stretches into a terrifying grin at that, and she swears she senses cyborg shiver slightly beside her. “that's for us to know and for you to find out,” he says smoothly. “dig a little deeper, heroes, and maybe you'll find what you're-”

“stop it with the theatrics and let's go,” ace growls, yanking on his arm in what seems incredibly out-of-place for their current situation. he throws a flash bomb down, smoke billowing through the air.

the three of them activate the thermal imaging lens in their eyepieces, but it's no use - the atmosphere is filled with steaming plumes of black smoke.

when it clears, they're gone.

“i heard someone mention something about hokkaido ramen-” bokuto, having swooped in, cuts himself off as he notices akaashi’s glum expression.

“it's fine,” she sighs. “we can still get ramen. my treat.”

he cheers, and akaashi seems to relax ever so slightly at the suggestion. she exchanges glances with batman, his expression unreadable. they both know the city won't be safe, not long as they are at large yet again. 

the joker, tooru oikawa. and his ace, hajime iwaizumi.

author's notes:

i just know joker oikawa would piss iwa off so much because he's such a drama queen

chapters will probably be shorter from now on

that way i can post more frequently!

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