#Anyway if you click no you're wrong sorry I don't make the rules

[berriblossom]

Sorry I can't find your rules for ask I looked at the pinned post but all it said was that asks are open and that kids should not interact (im 22 btw) anyway if you're cool with it can I request a yandere sagau where yandere furina is saved by reader (who hides their creator status from the world) and when she's near the reader she feels all of her pain wash away (like reader has a calming aura which makes people feel safe) anyway when reader leaves all of the pain returns which causes furina to grow a yandere obsession with the reader and gets the raeder accused of some crime so that she can keep the reader with her so only she will have the reader (also you can make the reader any gender you want also if you're comfortable with it do you think the reader might develop a short of Stockholm syndrome?)

Before the prophecy was declared "false" Furina placed her hopes deep into the great divine, so much so it was rumored that she'd end every Opera performance with a small prayer to such of a diety, however near the end of a perfomance, more specifically Lyneys murder trial, Furina spiraled.

For such a perfectionist in her art form, Furina could feel the grip she had on her mind slip to a point she couldn't even try to make right of the trial.

"Was she wrong? What does the public think? How would Neuvillette make right of this? How could a goddess of justice be wrong in her prosecution? What else could I do wrong, what else can I keep onto? What am I doing wrong, am i-"

Furina sat alone on a bench in the quiet streets of Fontaine, her eyes hollow of life as she stared at the famous fountain outside the elevator and Aquabus station entrance. All memories of every embarrassment and failure conjure in her mind. As the street lights flickered awake, a figure sat next to her.

The waves of depression swallowing over her form calm, the sounds and voices come to a whisper and suddenly stop, and the dark and cold water stays still. Furina's eyes come back into focus as she looks at who sat beside her, where this mere force of calm comes from.

Furina's eyes narrow at the person, who has a strange yet familiar appearance. A warm smile appears on their lips as they offer her a small golden candy from their palm. Nothing is said at all. Furina takes the candy and sits in silence. By the rise of the moon, she feels at peace.

These occurrences don't happen as suddenly as they should. Many times, Furina wished they did, but you only appear suddenly, whether at a cafe, on a bench outside the Palais ammonia, or outside the balcony of her apartment. Sometimes, she wishes you'd speak to her or even try to make known your intentions. However, she feels she knows better than to ask.

Days after the meeting with the Knave, who Furina shivered at the image of, she had to be escorted everywhere by a guard, whether Clorinde or a member of the Marecheuse Phantom, random attacks against Furina's image increased, and even Neuvillette was worried for her well-being.

Entering the public is a now daunting task to remain in good light of the people in politics, to make the other members of the court, high and low to see how "responsible" their dear archon is. To see if she could handle the crisis Fontaine was in. News spread after the outbreak of primordial sea water inside the Fortress of Meropide.

Furina walked outside the Palais Mermonia. She looked out at the grey sky and took a deep sigh. Her mind scanning the busy streets, she took calm but vaguely confident steps onto the pavement, her heels clicking against the ground as she walked out for the stores., as she walked past fruit stalls, selling fruits, vegetables, and new fresh flowers, despite the rainy day as she takes small interest in anything, even the small droplets of rain falling against the umbrella of the stan. She could feel dozens of eyes on her, not an unusual occasion. When your fontaines biggest star, you're used to many watching your every move. Even a glance to learn about her would suffice.

However, a particular man, specifically one who looked a little too closenfor comfort, was watching her. He stood under a post with an umbrella and newspaper with the wrong date. She didn't panic well physically, but mentally, she was reeling. She shook her head at the stock of rainbow roses and walked away briskly. Rain followed as she fumbled with her umbrella to get it open.

As she walked, the streets were busy despite the rain. She waved to some locals, actors, and journalists while winding down the path to escape her pursuer. Who followed not to be closely behind, occasionally standing to look at stalls or pretend to watch the crowd. Furina walks past the ramp towards Chioria boutique.

As she walked, she heard the hurried footsteps behind her, and she walked quicker.

He followed, almost stomping as he jogged behind.

Her heels clicked faster, and she was sprinting, running past unfamiliar faces.

The man chased, Furina bolts down the rampway, as she is casuing a scene, gordes, mekas, and people crowd around to see what is going on?

Is that lady Furina? Why is she running? Is it a show? Is she acting? Oh! Is this a new sequeal to her play last year?!

Furina panicked at the voices, all coming back, he feet carrying her somehwere she didn't know yet.

Ironic, a common theme of her life thus far.

She ran before running past an alley and felt a knowing feeling, warmth.

Furina scurried towards the alleyway and saw the familar face she had seen for ages at a time, but jow she sees it fully.

A divine presence.

You were petting a small kitten and looked up, pushing a finger to your small, smiled lips, nodding. The man following Furina stops outside the alleway but huffs when seeing nothing. He turns away. You nodded and continued petting the kitten.

Furina for never doubtful decided.

This feeling is something she can never get bored of. Never be tired of, never wanting to be rid of. She needed it in her presence and life.

As she is watching you hum and pet the kitten, a golden glow emitting off your features, almost like a halo effect, Furina whispered into her mind.

More.....I want more...

That moment, the alleyway-enlightenment as she would proudly proclaim was when she knew. She needed you to herself. For days after this experience, nights, she stayed awake. She rationalized.

No one can hear of this. It could bring harm to you, to the functions of the world, your nature, your power that she had no idea existed or even worked. She couldn't tell Neuvillette if he knew you'd be put away for safety and probably tested by the institution. Not to mention, she found you, and you made your presence known to her...willingly.

It had to be a sign then. For this was for your safety. She knew that having your around 24/7 could help her image, a divine deity with a warming embrace...perfect for the hydro archon... a beacon of life and a god of justice.

So she put the plan into motion. A month after her enlightening, she went into a frenzy, reading logs, articles, journalist papers, and reports on cases for this.

By the end of the month, she had all she needed.

Furina was quick with her proclaim, the audience sat in shock.

Who dare attack the hydro archon? Stalk her? Even try to force her into the rumors of her divinity.? How dare they!

Oh, so beloved by her nation, the skeptics, dramatics, and lovers of a good Opera visit. Sat in shock, this random person, with no record of existence in Fontaine, dares such?

You sat in silence, the bench was cold, the prosecution being Furina herself, you stared at her, compassion and empathy brimming at your eyes as she went on with the case. Arguing to your silence.

Neuvillette watched and multiple times stepped in to offer you an argument, only for you to plead guilty before the end of the trial. The Oratrice Mechanique D'Nalise Cardinal answered in truth.

You were guilty.

Even if no crime was committed, you wallowed in guilt. You felt pity and guilt for her. Maybe she was desperate for a drop of divinity, true divinity. Maybe she feared you or was thinking for her nation. However, it was plain to see.

The Oratrice read guilt somewhere.

You were moved to a "special" cell in the countryside of Fontaine, authorized by the Fortress and Furina with the Opera house. It was like a mock kitchen from a play in the Opera. Old books and playwrites sat everywhere as entertainment. The kitten from before slept on the windowsill but could never go out, nor could you.

Days you'd sit alone and sit in meditation. Some days, Furina would sit with you, never speaking. Others, you'd be alone again.

Some days, you can feel her shame, her compulsive actions speaking, others its delusion and denial.

Finally you figured it out.

This poor cursed human was coping with your existence, her cries at night when she rested with you, even while you lay awake, the nightmares shed have. It was truly pitiful. Your heart beated 2x mkre for your dear creations, so seeing one so special, suffer in so many ways, it hurt your heart.

So when she asked for a melody to hum, you hum. When she returns back from a day of performances, you clap and cheer for her when she talks about her dreams and nightmares. You no longer sit still but now comfort her.

In this reality, she gets the drop of divinity, not godhood, but rather your love and care. Something truly beyond anything Furina could dream of.

Whether you felt like it or not.

-> EDIT: took so long and lost steam halfway, not the worse. But thanks again for the request. I'm sorry for the wait, everyone!

[princessmaybank]

Not A Quitter

Pairings: stepbro!JJ x stepsis!reader

Warnings: MDNI, unsolicited dick pic, stepcest, p in v, unprotected sex, creampie, oral (both receive), slight dark JJ at the end, etc.

Summary: stepbro JJ accidentally sends you a dick pic meant for someone else

Authors Note: Hi! Another Random Dick Pic! Please don't click unless you are 18+!!! Proceed at your own risk! Unedited, sorry if it's terrible, this was a quick finish up from my drafts.

You were just trying to study in your room peacefully. The lyrics to 18 by One Direction filled your ears as you were writing down notes for your exam in history class tomorrow.

As your favorite part was coming up, you paused so you could sing along to it. You were waiting to hear Niall's 'we took a chonce' but it never came. A notification had interrupted it. You received a snap from your step-brother JJ. He probably wanted to know what you were going to make for dinner since your mom and his dad were out.

You clicked on the picture not expecting what you saw next.

🔥Jayj🔥:

(Authors Note: MDNI!!! This is a RANDOM dick pic I found online. Please proceed at your own risk.)

"Whatcha doin tonight baby?"

*Y/N POV*

I knew it was meant for someone else but he really turned me on. I figured he didn't even notice yet. This was probably so bad of me but it felt really good to do this.

I took my top off and snapped him back with a picture of my tits. Next thing I know I hear a few slams and what I assume is JJ running to my room. "What the fuck??" He said exploding into my room like I did something wrong. I was still sitting topless at my desk. "Why did you send me a picture of your tits??" He questioned but it looked like he was starting to blush. "Why did you send me a picture of your dick??" I yelled back at him. His face went pale. "What do you mean?!" JJ seemed very anxious at this point. "You sent me a picture of your big cock and asked what I was doing." I gave him doe eyes after my statement, but I could tell he couldn't keep his eyes on anything but my 38DD's.

"I-I didn't mean to send that to you I'm sorry." JJ looked softly at me bending down to his knees when he realized I was a little upset. "I'm not saying I didn't enjoy what I saw, or what I'm still seeing, it was just, my picture was meant to go to Kiara." I still hung my head low. "Hey you're gorgeous, and I love your tits, they are so perky and fucking perfect." He said reaching out his hands to touch them and I let him. "So...fucking...perfect." I looked into his eyes. I could tell something was bugging him.

"What's wrong?" I begged, wanting to know what was clouding that beautiful head of his. "I just- I'm getting nowhere with Kie and I still sent that shit anyway, knowing I'd be alone in my room, playing with myself." He tried to look down but I wouldn't let him. I tilted his head back up with my pointer finger. "I can help you Jayj." I say almost too fast. "But wouldn't that be wrong? We are step siblings now." He had a point but so did I. "True, but we aren't blood related, and you break the rules 24/7. Plus are you really going to turn down getting your dick sucked, and possibly more?" His eyes widened as I continued my statement. "And, you just fondled my tits, I think it's a little too late to worry about being step siblings." I let out a small chuckle.

He let an awkward pause sit between my last speech and what he did next. JJ put his hands on both sides of my face pulling me into the deepest kiss I've ever had. His lips never left mine as he started pulling my shorts and panties off. Before I could say anything his hand snaked between my legs and his fingers started toying with my clit. He pulled our lips apart and rested his forehead on mine while I moaned for him.

"You're already so wet for me baby." My eyes were closed but I could see his dumbass smirk in my head. He slipped his finger between my folds, but never went further. This bitch was teasing me. My eyes were pinched shut, hoping for more contact. Next thing I know, I feel his warm, wet tongue slowly lap at my clit. I couldn't help but lightly hump his tongue. "More...Jayj-" I moaned out. He reached up and grabbed my right boob which caused me to look down at him. I was greeted with the darkest, sexiest, hungriest, pair of eyes I have ever seen, and they were between my thighs. Without taking his eyes off mine he licked my clit back and forth painfully slowly. I went to shut my eyes again when I felt a sting on my pussy, he had just slapped it which of course got my attention. "Eyes on me princess." That was almost enough to send me over the edge. He went back to my clit, sucking on it this time and actually inserting a finger. I was a moaning mess for him. He loved every minute of it. He also loved hearing his name or his nickname slip from my lips. "Jayj- I'm-Im close."

I shouldn't have said a word. He stopped everything he was doing immediately after I said that. I frowned and whined at the lack of contact.

Without saying anything he got up and tossed me over his shoulder, taking me to my bed and playfully throwing me onto it. Before he got on the bed with me he undressed himself which was very pleasant to watch. I know I just saw his dick over Snapchat, but damn it was even better in person. He was on his knees on the bed in front of me. His hand found the back of my head and lightly nudged me forward. "Come here princess, help me out a little."

My lips met his tip, giving a few small pecks before slowly taking him in my mouth. I swirled my tongue around which resulted in JJ throwing his head back. He gripped my hair and began pushing down so I would go up and down.

(A/N: A little background information, if you wanna skip go to the next A/N.)

I did whatever this man wanted me to do. I had always liked JJ, even before our parents met. We were actually the reason they met. JJ and I have been best friends since middle school and with all the trouble we used to get into, our parents met several times. We grew a bit apart because of them deciding to marry each other. JJ and I had a weird..thing going on before our parents became a couple. Sometimes when we were curious we would go to each other and see what would happen. Nothing ever really came from it other than lots of kissing and sometimes some heavy petting. We called all of that off two years ago though. When he had come to the conclusion that he couldn't have me anymore, he ran to Kiara, and she was ready for that immediately. Everything was going great for them I guess, other than now, she's not even really responding to his messages.

(A/N: End of Information.)

When he was near his breaking point, I released my mouth and laid on my back. He crawled on top of me, starting a little make out session. I couldn't help my hand from finding his cock and rubbing him as we kissed. "Here baby, let's get you in a nice position." He flipped me over into doggystyle. This man was not wasting time anymore. He stuck his cock inside me as soon as I flipped over. We gasped in unison as he slipped himself into my tight pussy. "Are you trying to make me bust right now?" He let out a little chuckle which made my response a giggle. "Didn't take you for a one minute quitter Maybank." I had to tease him, I knew it would stir him up and in turn I would get dicked down harder.

And I did.

Without saying a word he began pulling my hips back to meet his. He was defending his honor, no one insulted him in such a way. He grabbed my hair and tied it around his hand, pulling me back far enough to feel some strain. He pounded harder making sure I would remember every detail from this moment. I couldn't stop my moan from exploding out of my mouth. "What was that baby? Is this too much for you? You wanna quit, slut?" I knew what he was fucking doing. He's not slick, I mean he is but not like that. "I'm not a quitter, unlike you." This riled him up even more. He went harder, spanking me until my ass was nearly bleeding. My vision was foggy and I knew nothing but pleasure. He only went harder and faster with every thrust. "Fuck I'm g-gonna cum." I barely got out. Before he could even react, I came all over his dick. Damn it. He didn't finish yet. I was tossed onto my back, into missionary, without his dick ever exiting me.

I felt a hot sting on my cheek. "Did I say you could cum, slut?!" It was almost difficult to take JJ so seriously while calling me that. He continued fucking my tight hole, I was already very sensitive so tears began to prick at my eyes. "N-no.." He lightly tapped my sensitive nub, repeatedly. "Then why did you?" JJ asked with a stern voice, keeping his quick pace. "I don't know, I'm sorry." "You're gonna be sorry slut, cause we aren't done yet." His thrusts were getting sloppy so I knew he was close. Eventually he came inside me, making sure he shoved all the cum that slipped out, right back in.

I started breathing and getting comfortable in bed. "What do you think you're doing princess?" He asked with that same harsh tone. "Getting ready for bed." I was a little confused. "I said, we. aren't. done. yet." He settled behind me reaching his arms out in front of me. "But you-u" "Oh, are you quitting?" He smirked. This bitch. "Game on." We went all night long. Needless to say, I think we are both very competitive.

[dwindlinghaze]

Hey! I loved your Andrew fic and I was wondering if I could request an Andrew fic where both him and the reader are costars, they've already acted together before in a movie and have had this great friendship and there's been a spark ever since they first met, like they know there's something more than friendship between them but they're scared to try it out. But when they're working together for their second movie, which is a romance once, they end up dating? Thank you <33

the sweetener you are

(andrew garfield x co-star reader)

hi anon!! tysm for requesting! i hope this is what u want! <3 pls don't be afraid to ask more, i love it when u guys talk to me ☁️

contents : friends to lovers, fluff, idk just rlly sweet <3 (sorry for any typos or incorrect grammars !)

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as an actress who works in the film industry, it is a strict rule for co-stars to not fall in love with each other. mostly because it's all an act. if one thing goes wrong, then everything will probably come tumbling down.

it all started when the two of you worked together. you met the andrew garfield for a project and you two instantly clicked together.

you have always admired him. the dedication and passion he puts onto his works are incredible. so working with him is so exciting for you. he also loved your last movie. andrew told you how talented you are as an actress and he's ecstatic to finally work with you.

ever since you met, he always does small but yet sweet things for you. like he will pull out your chair, offers you his scarf if you're cold during filming, give you flowers after a tiring week of shooting, bring you your favourite drink and snacks.

you thought of it as a best friend and gentleman kind of thing because you don't want to jump into conclusions but you know there's something in there since you don't see him doing these things to other people.

he greets you with a "good morning" every day and brings you breakfast too. you told him that none of that was necessary but you accepted anyway.

andrew calls you in his free time even after the movie was finished and done. you two had grown a sweet little friendship and he enjoys talking and spending time with you, like today when you're in your dressing room, taking all of your make up off. "hello? [y/n] are you there?" his voice came from the other line. you put him on speaker so you could continue taking those make up off.

"yes, hi! do you need something, andy?" you spoke.

"why do you immediately think i'm calling you because i'm in need of something?" he joked.

"no, s'not like that," you paused to let out a laugh, "just a habit, i guess, i don't know. but do you need something though?"

"what are you doing now? hope i'm not interrupting something,"

"in my dressing room- getting ready for bed,"

"it's five in the evening,"

"and what about it!"

"i was wondering if you'd like to come to mine for a movie night, but if you need your beauty sleep then we can forget i ever said that,"

you let out a laugh, smiling in the mirror to yourself. "do i need to wear a versace dress or is a shirt fine?"

"as much as i love seeing you in a fancy dress looking like a million dollar pay-check, you in normal clothes are beautiful to me too,"

you blushed profusely, disliking the way he makes you feel but enjoying it at the same time. "i'll meet you there, is six good?"

"sure, six is fine. i'll pick you up by the way, walking alone in the streets is not worth it as much as i hate to say it. also i'm grabbing dinner for us so don't tell me that i don't have to do it,"

you smiled for the millionth time because of this man. you sometimes wonder if he's just really that nice to everyone or is it just to you. he is a kind man so it shouldn't really be a question.

"alright, see you soon!" you said before he returned the greet and ended the call. a few minutes passed and your phone lit up, andrew's message had delivered to you and he said he's outside the building.

"hello stranger, why are you in my property?" you squinted your eyes to him, biting back a smile.

"hello to you too, i'm here to pick someone named [y/n] [l/n]. do you happen to know where she is?" he played along as he opened the door of his car.

"hmm... i think she's sitting in your car," said you, getting inside his car.

"silly me, i should get my eyes checked," he said smiling before he went back to the driver's seat. "i bought us dinner by the way," his thumb pointing behind him.

you looked over to the back seat to see a pack of uncooked meal and frozen fruits. you almost laugh at how ridiculous it looks. "oh absolutely! i'm eating raw chicken, frozen lemons, and raw eggs for dinner. so amazing! i give the andrew garfield restaurant a five-star review and a five-star service!"

"now don't make fun of me! that chinese restaurant closed right before i arrived and the pizza place across the street was so packed. i was thinking we can cook together, you know i really really love your cooking," he peered over at the rearview mirror to look at your face as he emphasised the word 'love'.

"okay, fine," you agreed. the drive was short and calm, you two talked about how much the two of you had grown.

just a year ago, you met him for the first time in a movie screen test and he was a stuttering and awkward mess. he tripped over your leg when you got up from your chair, but you laughed about it now. "i was so nervous to meet you because you're like so professional and i'm just- stood there watching you say all the words in your script-" he laughed, his eyes crinkling at the ends.

when you arrived at his place, he opened the door for you to walk in and brought the grocery bag to the kitchen, setting it down. you made dinner for the both of you before settling down on the sofa to watch a movie together.

he laid beside you on the sofa, wrapping an arm around you protectively as he pulled you closer to him. you thought of this as a friendly gesture because his flat is freezing cold. he knows you're cold, so he's sharing his warmth with you, but you can't deny the fact that there's something in your stomach, like a kaleidoscope of butterflies.

the thing is, you didn't know that he's purposely making his apartment cold so he can have you close like this. he loves it when you press your cheek to his shoulder.

as the movie ended, he looked down only to see you fast asleep. he smiled down at your peaceful state, wishing the two of you have more than just a friendship (though he is grateful either way). he knew exactly what his feeling is towards you and maybe by chance he knew you felt the same way too, but the friendship you had going on was too important to him to be ruined.

he didn't realise that he's lost in his trance until he felt your head turned to the other side, your eyelids fluttering because you're dreaming so he tuck you in his bed, and turn the night light on. that night he slept on the sofa; he didn't want you to feel uncomfortable.

as that routine goes on and on, the feelings between you two were sparking more and more.

one tuesday morning, you woke up to a call from liz, your manager, she told you that you got in this role for a romance movie and filming will start in two weeks. you were beyond happy to get this role because you loved how sweet and dreamy the storyline is and you're also excited to fly across the globe to film it.

it was until then that you realised your co-star is once again, andrew garfield, your best friend. you're going to be his love interest in this film. you're going to be kissing him, you're going to-

"[y/n] you're here!" the director greeted you. she smiled and waved at you, "it's really nice to see you. i'm honoured to be working with someone as brilliant as you are. i trust you in this role, i know you and andrew will have awesome chemistry to bring this to life."

"thank you! i will not disappoint i promise," you let out a small laugh. a few seconds later, andrew walked in, his presence sweet and his aura bright.

you talked together in depth about what the director wants to see in this film and how the characters are supposed to be. she's very specific so it's quite easy for you to hop on her boat and went along with her sail.

the filming went smoothly, you and andrew were so good together that sometimes the director really thought that you both are in love. well, maybe she's not entirely wrong... ?

"oh my god i'm going to kiss you in less than 45 minutes," andrew said out of the blue when the crew were taking a break for lunch. he was sitting on the floor across from you. reading the script as he casually took a large bite of his burger.

you almost choked at what he said. he said it so normally that you almost didn't catch up on what he's actually saying. "don't eat garlic or any of those sorts please," you replied, biting back a smile as you ignored the butterflies at the thought of it.

"oh i will never!" he chuckled, feeling the blood rushed into his cheeks, so scarlet it was maroon. he's excited to kiss you actually. he has been dreaming on how's it like feeling your lips against his. he knew it will be the best feeling in the world. he knows he will not regret this.

the break is over and it's time for them to... kiss?

"one, two, three, action!"

andrew placed his hand on your face, tugging it closer to him. you felt your breath hitched, the smell of him covering your nostrils. you were lost and long gone in his scent until you came back to reality when andrew pressed his lips to yours.

his tongue made its way inside your mouth and you almost broke out of character when you noticed the peppermint flavour. prior to this, he brushed his teeth profusely and ate packs of mint leaves.

his lips were incredibly soft, they moved ever so slowly with yours, you could melt. your hands went up to his hair as his went down your waist. the feeling was just like the movies. everything went in slow motion, everything is spinning around.

"cut!" the director yelled, seemingly satisfied by the shot. "awesome, [y/n], andrew!" she gave the two of you a thumbs up.

now you moved along with the script, trying to ignore the sparks in your stomach. when the scenes for the day were all finished, andrew walked you back to your dressing room. by the looks of it, he seemed like he wanted to say something.

"okay well hello," he started, clearing his throat.

"hi?" you knitted your brows as you smile at him.

"i want to tell you something actually, something i've been hiding for a while now," he said it in a low whisper, taking baby steps over your carpet.

"okay, c'mere sit with me,"

"you know the kiss? i really enjoyed it," he cringed at his words, wishing it had come out better.

you smiled, crimson creeping up your cheeks. "me too," you nodded.

"yes, well- i know this sounds truly crazy," he shook his head, closing his eyes. "but i really have to tell you that i have- feelings that i feel for you... and by this i mean like in a romantic way. i can ruin our friendship and make my comfort person despise me but i'm giving it a shot anyway."

since we've met i can't stop thinking about you. how your day is or- or how you are feeling that day. i feel like i can be myself around you, and the thing is, i'm rarely being myself. i come to you in by best days and talk to you in my worst days because i trust you. i hope you know that you can trust me too."

you stayed silent, processing what you just heard. you never thought he will confess to you, but he just did. "um [y/n]? please answer me right now because i'm freaking out."

"i feel feels too to you," now it's your turn to cringe on what you just said. "i mean- i feel the same way, i really like you. wholeheartedly."

"okay," a genuine smile spread across his face as he leaned forward to bump his nose on yours. "can we kiss now? is this the right time to kiss like in the movies?"

"sure," you laughed but your voice were quickly shut up by his lips. this time you weren't acting. you two were actually kissing off screen with real feelings behind them. this time, it was much better. he kissed you with more passion and tenderness than earlier.

he didn't want to pull apart but he did anyway as for breathing is a need to keep on living. "i never thought your lips would be so soft. not gonna lie, i'm pretty sure your lips were dry," you said jokingly, rubbing his knuckles that sat on your cheekbone.

"i use lip balm before i go to bed religiously after i found out that we're gonna kiss," he admitted. "for good impressions.."

you laughed at him, your heart practically melting underneath your ribs. "i will still like you if you have crocodile skin lips anyway," you shrugged.

"stop that," he laughed. before you know it, his lips were on yours for the third time that day, and you wouldn't want to have it in any other way.

since then, the two of you have been the happiest creatures on the planet. you always woke up to him by your side or him on top of you, completely covering you like a blanket. he will greet you with small kisses on your forehead and hold your hand whenever he can. he is the definition of a gentleman and the best boyfriend anyone could ever ask for.

"morning, lovie! it's premiere day!" andrew whispered to you one morning in his apartment. you were in his arms, face hiding in his neck.

"don't wanna wake up," you mumbled. "i slept at four am yesterday, so sleepy."

"i know, love," he smiled, kissing your nose. you love those nicknames he gave you. when he calls you using pet names, your heart is like a field of blossoming flowers. "once we came back, you can be a bear hibernating throughout winter and i will stay by your side for the whole season, but now we have to get up."

"fine," you rolled over, grabbing the blanket with you so andrew is left with nothing but his pj's and the cold air around the room.

"hey you're evil!" he quickly rolled himself to a ball next to you. "i don't know why i'm dating you."

"you date me because i'm your favourite person and you're in love with me."

he chuckled, nuzzling his head to the crook of your neck. "i love you, so can you please share the blanket with me? how dare you leave your loving boyfriend shaking from the cold."

"you should really install a heater in here to avoid situations like these," you dodged him nonchalantly.

"you should really consider sharing our blanket to avoid situations like these."

"the blanket is all yours, i'm taking a shower!" you jumped up from the bed and ran to the bathroom but your steps were stopped midway when andrew pulled you back.

"i'm not letting you go from me without a kiss."

[snobgoblin]

Im a trans man and my voice is actually the only reason I DON’T pass,, everything else is fine I can make it work but yyyyyhhhhhh :')

I'm really glad to see people are passing without too much problem and at the same time I'm like ???? Why does it work for you when I'm not doing more or less than you????

Strangers are going to correct themselves and be like "oh, sorry ma'am" and I don’t have the time (or just can’t bc of the people around me) correct them and to be honest do you have any advice for that? :')

ohhh interesting. advice for passing or advice for dealing with NOT passing? because if it's the first one I'm sorry I'm the last person to ask this 😭 at my deepest i have The Twink Voice and at my highest i sound like a jolly garden gnome. I've heard voice training does wonders but it's never clicked with me- there's free stuff on youtube that may be worth looking into if that's what you want

if you're wanting advice on how to deal with not being able to pass? the way I deal with it is like... I dunno, it sounds easier than it is but just telling yourself "I don't need to pass and these rules are stupid". the rules of gender are stupid and make nobody happy (even cis people will always feel that they are not masc or femme enough, it's an unfair system built on a lot of bullshit and eurocentric beauty standards if I'm not mistaken) and anyway what I tell myself is "I do whatever i want and if they're wrong they're wrong, that looks bad on them and not me" if that helps you any. i dunno

[kindheart525]

Snowcone was cuddled up in her room with a good book, one she had stolen from the restricted section of a magic library...coincidentally the reason she was grounded as well. 

Oh well, she got left alone at the very least.

That is, until the knock at her door.

“Hey, are you okay? May I come in?”

The cup of Snowcone’s emotional limits overflowed as soon as the knock rung through her room. She shoved her head under her pillow and screamed into the muffling cushion before calling out a response.

"I'm fine but I would really prefer if you wouldn’t!"

“Fair enough.”

Aurora’s voice sounded through the door, even and calm. A nice contrast from Mom and Mother’s constant nagging, plus she knocked instead of barging in. But Snowcone still didn’t want to deal with her right now.

“I brought you chickpea tikka from the Tasty Treat, though. Can I at least drop it off?”

There was a moment of silence so quiet one could hear a pin drop, followed by the sound of rushing hooves and a lock clicking. 

"You can come in if you want, I don't really care."

Aurora entered the room, not paying mind to the mess strewn across Snowcone’s floor or the curtains drawn on a hot summer’s afternoon, instead simply placing the dish on Snowcone’s nightstand.

“Sorry you got grounded. I’m around to talk if you want.”

“Thank you.”

Snowcone immediately hopped back onto her bed and shoved her nose in her book, not wanting to make eye contact after mumbling her answer.

She let out a deep sigh when Aurora began speaking. 

"What is there to talk about? I broke a stupid rule and Mother thought I'd learn my lesson sitting in my room for the 49th time!" 

She was so frustrated by all this, she had this impulse and taking a look at this book would scratch that impulse in her brain. It made her feel a whole lot better for...an hour. 

What was the harm?

Unfortunately instead of leaving her alone, Aurora decided to settle down by the end of her bed.

“I don’t think it’s a stupid rule. Restricted spells are a pretty big deal. You may not be planning to do anything with it but who knows what would happen if the wrong pony got their hooves on it. These rules are meant to keep Equestria safe.”

Aurora tried to lighten the mood a bit.

“At least you didn’t end up in juvenile detention.”

Right away Snowcone whipped her head around and lashed out at Aurora. She was lucky her sister was understanding because she was spitting fire at the poor mare. 

"You think I don't know that?! You seriously think I'd let it get into the wrong hooves?! Why did you come in here if you only wanted to...”

She stopped and teared up a little bit. 

"Yeah, I guess I didn't..."

Aurora simply patted her back in an attempt at comfort.

“I get it. You’re stressed out in school, you’re grounded, of course you’re having a hard time. I don’t think you’ve had Veuve over in awhile either.”

Then she opened a can of worms.

“Is something going on?”

Aurora validating her emotions felt so good, she explained herself and she was totally right!

Snowcone began to wonder why she didn't talk to her more often...

The next question made her less than happy though. How in Equestria was she meant to answer that? Should she tell the truth? Lie? 

"Nothing, I don't want to talk about it. You're just gonna shrug and then leave me to deal with it myself anyways."

To her dismay, Aurora pressed on.

“Not if you really need help, I won’t. I don’t always have the best advice but Aura has been helping Eclipse a lot, no? You don’t need to tell me anything but she might be able to help you too.”

Snowcone let out a deep sigh and shoved her pillow on top of her head as Aurora went on. 

"I'm not too sure about that and I would quite rather kill myself, but sure. What’s the worst that can happen? I'll go."

~~~~~~~~~~

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[themcomicsofficial]

Transformers BotBots Season 2

S2 EP 4

"Discovering Yourself Part 1"

"I'm sorry--he did what while he was being strangled?" Llandra said to Star Strike's comment on last night's battle.

"I mean--it just came out of nowhere! There was lightning and sparks coming out of Dimlit's body!" Star Strike responded.

"I don't believe it..."

"NO! J-just trust me on this, Llandra I saw it with my own eyes while fighting Air Raid!" Star Strike trying to make a complement to her.

"Look, Star Strike I know everything has changed since the war but you cannot tell me that a small humble bot in this human Mall has somehow has special abilities!" Llandra said back to him as Star Strike looks down on his left.

"Alright, but don't believe me if it happens to you too." Both walk around the Mall.

Lost & Found

Burgertron is sorting out his stuff and stops midway as he looks at a old photo of him along with Ulf the Orange and Spud Muffin with the wave of guilt of last year, breaking the sacred rule, trying to impress the BotBots, until--

"Burgertron?"

"GAH! Star Strike? Don't scare me like that!"

"Sorry...Who are these two?" Star Strike examined the photo on Burgertron's hand.

"Oh, that's my girlfriend, Ulf and my former friend, Spud Muffin..."

"Spud--Muffin?"

"Yep..."

"Why is he a former friend of yours?"

Burgertron sighs

"Okay, about one year ago, we did something bad..."

"What did you do that was well--bad?"

"Okay, so there is a important rule that goes into BotBot society it's called--THE SACRED RULE OF THE MALL." Burgertron said with a booming voice.

"Uh, okay..."

"It's our rule, we must, I repeat--WE must hide from the flesh beings from our existence! Until--me and my squad broke it..."

"How did it break it?"

"We rode on the mall's kiddie ride and the mall guard found me in my burger form and about to eat me until Dimlit rescue and I--transformed in the wrong time..."

"Okay, so you broke a rule...accidents happen!"

"That's not just the only thing, we were outed from our society! We had to isolate ourselves from everyone! We tried to impress them! BotVids, LARPing, Bot Prom, trying to rescue the mall from Specter Halloween! We all failed!!--until the GoldRush games which made us get us back on the map! It was difficult journey but we finally reached our goal!" Burgertron explained his tough road trying to be return to BotBot society.

"Can I tell you something--I was also outed from my community as well--until Optimus found me and I had partners...and...um..."

Burgertron raised an eyebrow.

"What, were they?"

Star Strike says nothing as he stood there silently as something from his past which so traumatic that he doesn't want to say to him...

"Um...How about we meet up with your friends?"

"Uh...o--kay?" Burgertron responded in a concerned look as they both leave.

Mall, North Wing

"AH-HA!! DIMLIT, MY FRIEND WHAT BRINGS YOU HERE WITH THE ALMIGHT FROSTFERATU!! MWA-HA-HA-HA!"

"Uh, hey Frosty..."

"What? You're impressed to see my flashy vampiric skills, the cape doesn't impress you?" Frostferatu questions Dimlit to his flashy attitude."

"Eh, not really...I just want to say hi!" Dimlit said politely

"D'oh! People are usually impressed in my flashy mood!" Frostferatu said in defeat.

"You know what is flashy??? This!" Clogstopper flips a lid on his head over and over.

"O--kay, I could see that..." Frostferatu said awkwardly.

"HEY! I can unclog clogged toilets, there was this one time--"

"ANYWAY...How about we changed the subject?!" Kikmee moves Clogstopper out of the way to avoid more awkwardness.

"Hey Kikmee! How are you doing? how's your torso?"

"Eh, it clicks when I move!" Kikmee said as he moves it as a clicking sound is heard.

"Man, I'm surprised you and Bonz-Eye managed to survive that fight! What even was that?" Dimlit said in question.

"...I don't know he said he was like us, but deadly and from a different world. I was just terrifying--that smile the way he--"

Kikmee feels her healed scar from Mercenary on her left as she shudders

"I don't even want to talk about it...It's just too nasty!"

"More nastier then this?" Bonz-Eye said offscreen, revealing to have a black eye and split lip.

"OH MY DAYLIGHTS! Bonz-Eye, you alright?"

"Uh, yeah...just to have a black eye and split eye really helped out..."

"Whoa, I would you are intense but not this--intense..." Clogstopper respond to her broken face.

"Thank you, Clogstopper I needed that comment...really helpful..." Bonz-Eye responds with sarcasm.

"So, you two were in huge fight or somethin' or is somethin' I should know..." Frostferatu

"Uh, maybe you should not be evolved..." Clogstopper places an arm on Frostferatu's shoulder as he looks around with a worried and concerned look that something went on here...

Mall, Night Windows

Mercenary looks at the stars at the full moon by himself pondering why he has to live in this dump heap of a planet called Earth but it just looks gorgeous when it's features.

"So, Air Raid's dead..." Mercenary looks behind to another Micro-Master with a katana named Night-Thrash.

"Ah, Night-Thrash how's it hanging? So how's the hacking and slashing?" Mercenary said jokingly to him.

"I have no time for immaturity, Mercenary...you were supposed to recruit more of these Mall-based bots and you never did a single assignment which Laserbeak assigned!" Night-Thrash angrily said to Mercenary

"Hey c'mon now there's no need for these attitude...sure, I may be a bit slow on these missions but hey! If there's one for the big man wants from this then I have no pity..."

"You are not making sense, Mercenary...enough of this childish behavior YOU are a Decepticon, that means you are loyal to Megatron and you do what HE says or else--"

"Or else, what? C'mon tough guy, spit it out..."

Night-Thrash says nothing until--

"Listen here, and listen to me good you're going to do this assigned task from Laserbeak which will make you stop acting like a teenage human brat and an idiot every time when there's a big issue in our hands and MAYBE Megatron will give you a promotion more than Starscream's constant whining OR we'll have to drop you from our ranks. YOU CHOOSE and if you screw this up DON'T BOTHER to COME BACK if you fail..."

Night-Thrash walks away leaving Mercenary with a angry look as walk up to a pillar to punch it leaving a crater, as he breathes in rage, his right eye twitches.

Mall, Food Court bottom right

"So, this where you were?" Star Strike examining the place Burgertron used to be.

"Yep, this was a special place for me as a former leader of the Hunger Hubs! Sometimes, they invite me for little reunions and all that..."

"Huh? A place filled with red meat, high cholesterol, and sugars this may be a fantasy for you."

"FANTASY?? NO! THIS IS THE PLACE OF GREATNESS!!" Burgertron responded in optimism

Burgertron places an arm on Star Strike's head.

"Trust me, you're going to enjoy it!!! Soda machines, grills, and the best part--I, Cheeseburger!"

"Um...I--what now?"

"Oh, it's a musical is where yours truly created! Well, Brock-O-Lonley was a replacement for while then they wanted me back in because he couldn't capture of my voice...no offense, Brock..."

"None taken..."

Star Strike looks around the court and ask Burgertron a question.

"Mr. Burgertron, may I ask you this. This Spud Muffin what was he like?"

Burgertron grimaced at the words he told him and a mention of a friend turned rival.

"Spud Muffin was my friend of mine we first met when the energon cloud came here and brought us to live...He was a good friend then he got--crazy I mean crazy! After I broke the sacred rule a year ago he tried to sabotage me and my friend's plans to impress BotBot society! He framed me for murdering Sprinkleberry D'uhnut's disappearance and "murder" and untied the security guard and we everyone blamed us for ruining Bot Prom--to add salt on the wound---like I mean really he's made of salt, he's box of fries!! He's the one responsible for creating the GoldRush game and what did he created it for? To get banished to the Dark Side of the Mall. Where HE instead got kicked off to..." Burgertron described the situation one year ago.

"So, your friend got too much on his ego..."

"Yeah, he was cause I was a burger and he was fries! And where he stupid argument where fries being a main course! For switch it's totally uncool! It's not like you had bots like that! Star Strike? Star Strike?"

We cut to Star Strike's point of view as he sees bots as his previous partners as Burgertron's voice distorts.

"Star Strike, Star Strike, STAR STRIKE!!"

"Huh, wh-huh? Oh, my apologizes Burgertron..."

"You kinda spaced out there..."

"Is that so??"

Burgertron and Star Strike look up at they see Mercenary with his claws.

"Hey there, Burger bot it's been a while...wounds heal? but don't worry though, I'M GOING TO OPEN THEM UP SOON!!"

Star Strike lounges to them...

Mall, Sports section.

Ulf the Orange and Fottle Barts is with Batsby and Dinger.

"--I never would've thought that you two might play tennis with a meatball!" Ulf gleefully said.

"Yeah! we did! Batsby shoot a hitter though! ain't that right??"

"You betcha we did!!"

"Eh! If it ain't the Lost Bots-WHOA! Holy sidelines, Bonz-Eye you don't look so well!" Dinger pointed to her injured look on her face.

"Why THANK YOU it's not like people saw my face!" Bonz-Eye said sarcastically.

"That's very polite of you!" Clogstopper dimwittedly said while doesn't know she was being sarcastic.

"What did happen to you, Bonz-Eye?" Ulf questioned

"I--I mean we got in a fight...a brutal fight..."

"That's why you got the black eye..."

"YES." Bonz-Eye gives her a death glare.

"What Bonz-Eye is trying to say is that we survived and we didn't die right?" Kikmee said

"Soon..."

They all look back as they see Night-Thrash in the shadows as he unscythes his katana, his left glowing red eye in the darkness.

Mall, South Wing

Llandra walks around the mall looking for a Micro-Master.

"There's gonna be a--"

The tracker beeps where the Lost Bots, Ulf, Fottle Barts, Dinger and Batsby are.

"OH NO..."

TO BE CONTINUED

[linabirb]

For the milgram ask game! 1, 2 for all the MVs, as well as 18 for all the prisoners. :>

tysm aurora!!

1. "favorite song lyrics?"

haruka:

"if only i could do what anyone else could do, the right future unfairly chose the wrong me"

"you praised me by saying "you're crazy", thank you, i'll do my best"

"if with one click and i can reset everything, can i be your favorite this time?"

"mommy, look, i've done great, "there, there, my good boy!""

yuno:

"am i a bad girl? please don't answer. what do you want to do? please tell me"

"what type of girl do you like? i want to become like that, but that's probably too hard for me"

"i'm the one who chose, let you and you and you all in"

"so nauseating... so creepy.. will you please disappear? "phew. anyway!""

"let's just do it, please smile"

"desire, bestow and desire again, the episode reloading on an endless loop"

fuuta:

"you apologize if you do something wrong, you learn that even before words, don’t you?"

"you and you, throwing around rules for fun, hoisting up morality and feeling good, should I succumb, make your wish come true? Full of yourselves, are you?"

muu:

"but i guess some of it is my fault, maybe it’s ok as it is"

"just one more time before saying goodbye, i’m just kidding, please forget i said that"

"let’s meet up inside the pain, a place just for me, postmortem makeup to hide my heart, how to solve it is a secret, the stabbing of the little devil’s voice, counterattack being a suicide note, "i love YOU""

"i told you i'm the queen and it's always the same, god gave me everything, everything is as i wish"

"sorry for hurting you, i didn't mean it, i am doing this just because of being bored, we are just the same"

shidou:

"after you cry a lot, of course it will end up that way, choose, how to live your life, we only live once"

"now slowly close your eye, put your regret on display"

""throw down", ethics is a delusion, i’m still guilty even if the morning comes"

"killing, extracting, i still won’t see them again, i need to be tagged as RED"

"the correct answer, i don’t yet know, but there are lives that need safeguarding, so hey, prolong my life, i’m indispensable"

mahiru:

"i can't help myself because i want to see your cute confused face, i'm sorry"

"i pretended to be a good girl, but really, i don't want to say "i'm okay""

"we fought sometimes, i was happy to get hurt, let's have matching pain, this sickness is pretty bad"

"clothes food shelter + love and miss you, "see you next week?" sounding in cadence"

"my lethal weapon: "this is how to be in love with you""

"this can't go on, something's got to give, i even love saying the words "i love you""

"tell me, oh tell me, why can't i just do it right"

kazui:

"i imagined that you saying "see you" is the same as "it's over""

"where did i go wrong, probably from the beginning"

"it's for the sake of true love, who wouldn't lie for that?"

"i wanted to be loved, just like a cat"

amane:

"but it’s not scary at all, because it’s love"

"the "it can’t be helped", from the scum who can’t be helped that makes them doubtlessly, clearly, absolutely, unequivocally, beyond any doubt, GUILTY"

"so nary a sound can be uttered a second time, i’ll crush your throat too"

"after you cry, repent, and kneel, it’s now your turn to say that hopeless "i’m sorry""

"so there is no second time, i’ll give back the judgment that you gave to me"

"remember MY cries, MY repents, MY words of "i’m sorry" that i said to you?"

mikoto:

"snuggle together and say "good night", switch, shake up that brain"

"i'm probably not to blame, it's probably nothing"

"welcome home, another day, another day with that hardly barely there of a smile"

"cling to me, hoist me up as your "savior", stand up and sing your gratitude"

kotoko:

"shall we replace the poor soul, and the miserable delusion, "i didn’t mean to offend”, "i won’t do it again", how many wins in a row?"

"laugh and i can get to like myself"

"i want to be drowning in the knowledge that i am right"

2. favorite mv moment/frame?

SO UH. tumblr pic limit happened. so um. everyone gets only two frames even though there's SO MANY MORE I WISH I COULD SHOW.

haruka:

yuno:

fuuta:

muu:

shidou:

mahiru:

kazui:

amane:

mikoto:

kotoko:

18. which non-deco vocaloid songs do you think suit them?

haruka: this is like. the most basic choice anyone could ever make and i'm definitely NOT the first person to say this but yeah sure you're a useless child by kikuo will do. also mmmmmaybe happy days by ghost and pals?? that one feels like a more romantic song to me (I MEAN IT STARTS WITH "KISS MY TONGUE MAKE EVERYTHING BETTER JDJSDKSLSL) but like.. some lyrics really remind me of haruka.. wanting to go back to the time when you were happy.. when you were loved.. but also knowing you'll never be the kind of person other people want you to be and you've lost the qualities/traits that they loved you for..

yuno: i've seen this one before and romeo and cinderella by doriko reminds me a lot of her! because. yeah. yeah. also ladylike by kira bc girlboss vibes!

fuuta: UH... bad girl online by minus-p... IDK????

muu: CAN I JUST GIVE HER WORLD IS MINEDHJDKDLSDLD

shidou: UHHHHH.... if we're just.. talking about vibes.. maybe the disease called love by neru???

mahiru: hmmm i might be reaching here but.. ykw i'll go with a clingy boy sticking for 15 years by manbo-p. the level of desperation and loyalty shown there really reminds me of mahiru.

kazui: I DON'T KNOW....

amane: THIS SONG CAME OUT LITERALLY TWO DAYS AGO AND IT FEELS AMANECORE TO ME and it's angel 92 by maretu!

mikoto: fruiting bodies by r.i.p bc. i mean. y e a h

kotoko: again. no thoughts. head empty. sometimes i forget that she exists and i apologize

[zumpietoo]

Now For Pressed....

I should preface this with--this arrived MINUTES after I bagged on Peepster last nite.....(but I was tired....), only further cementing just how obsessed the BB is with me.

It's loonnggg so the TWO full snips will be dragged in two parts, here!

We've already discussed this. She scabbed. And routinely violated other strike rules, because she was also desperate for attention....and I've detailed it all along. However, I AM still waiting for proof of

A) Cole is an abuser

B) Cabana Boi was in NYC....(tho that IS possible, buuuutt....funny how KlasseeereinPP didn't take a pic with him, as well, hmm??)

And it's my blog, I don't have to "shut" anything....

Actually, no to all of the above on the second paragraph. If Peepster were "keeping her relationship private", we never would've had the myriad of Power Couple pap pics she arranged. We wouldn't have had her included in videos by his friends, because those could be edited out, easily....and she would've requested as much (plus his friends all fucking hate her, so I'm sure the little we've seen was because they asked for it).

If anything? Still much moar effective/easier to argue it's a Pee Arr relationship, given how staged it is.

Plus I thought keeping your relationship private (as I already noted) was evvvollll/done cuz makes it easier to cheat? You, once again, don't get to have it both ways.

Apparently you also can't read, because I pointed out not that she's IN her family photos (few that there are), but how awkward and uncomfortable she looks in her clearly obligatory visit....oh and her general lack of interaction, even still with them. I'm sorry you're so stupid.

How exactly am I "harassing" anybody by reposting already publicly posted pics? That isn't stalking, either, because, again....they're all fully aware (or should be, after 8 years) that their pics with her ARE gonna generate moar attention than other families.

PLUS.....we're talking about the same peeps who routinely leaked and shared her, Cole and a child for clicks for fucking years. Again, don't get to have it both ways....

As for Cabana Boi? Yes, I do think it's way too soon.....but y'all didn't and are simply off weeping because of it. Additionally, there seems to have been no interaction between them for a month, now....which is what you're really upset about.

AND that she, yet again, even tho just a few hours drive/on the way to NC, didn't bother to meet his 'rents....

Errmmm....let's see....there's nothing wrong with factual criticism of anybody....but, the BB? Do in fact stalk his IG, leave pointless hate on other posts, send death threats, have freely admitted they exist, entirely to "destroy him" and their hate is obsessive, false and irrational.

Oh and hypocritical.....so, since they're like 12 billion times moar egregious, why are you kewl with them, but not me? And, again, please provide proof of anything....

Again, dude....no. Shit is shared with me in DMs. Now, do I find her assholishness to be entertaining? Obviously.....but I never "claimed to hate her", tho if I did, WTF is it to you, anyway?

And why so suddenly worried about what I do----and do you send the same the the BB for their obsession with Cole and myself?

I believe all that applies to yourself (for sending anon hate) and the rest of the BB, once again....plus, WTF is it to you and why are you here? It's untagged and nobody's forcing you. What's embarrassing is your obsession with ME

Pretty sure it's because you're legit THAT upset that

A) PP's relationship with her "nice family" continues to be increasingly strained

B) No Turkey Day Cabana Pee

PS Ummm.....nope. Nor did that person sound anything like me and I'm perfectly happy to claim credit for what I do....

KISSESSSSS!!!!

[pedgito]

cw: fem!reader, smut implied, i'm not sorry for this and thank you rebecca for constantly driving me insane with your ideas

steve's always bringing eddie by for company on late friday night's where he ends up passing out on the couch and eddie's too relaxed to leave just yet and there you are, sneaking to the front door and eddie's giving you that stern but not believable at all type look because steve's talked about you sneaking out and how it's become a problem.

and usually you can sneak past unnoticed, even after eddie's already gone for the night but you're chancing it. it's a horrible decision and eddie isn't one to overstep, but he's doing it anyways. he doesn't have kids, he doesn't know, but he cares about steve—he cares about you. that's all that matters, right?

eddie likes to think he's a good person—and he is, to a degree. he's got a job, he pays taxes, but when it comes to his bestfriend's daughter who reminds him so much of himself: graduating a couple years late, listening to the same songs that steve would moan and groan about for years, history repeating itself.

eddie can't say it's karma for steve making fun of him all those years, but it sure does seem that way.

you were comfortable around eddie too, he was gone for years, only a distant thought that steve told you about—an old friend that he missed too much. eddie never talked about why he left, but he came back around the time you entered high school and stayed. steve was a lot happier after that, even if you constantly causing trouble and making steve feel about ten years older.

you weren't his teenage daughter anymore, but you were still his daughter.

you've got an excuse poised on your lips from the moment eddie lifts from the couch, shed of his jacket and looking more comfortable than usual, socks sliding against the bare floor. his eyebrow raises in question, beer can clutched in his right hand.

"you didn't see me." you tell him pointedly, not leaving room for arguments.

and eddie's teetering a dangerous edge of slight intoxication, "but i did," he says truthfully, clicking his tongue against his teeth, raising the can to his lips, "so, how's that goin' for you?"

you sigh, hand slipping from the doorknob.

"don't try to play father figure while my dad's passed out on the couch," you tell him snarkily, nodding toward steve, "it's not gonna work."

"i'm not tryin' to," eddie shrugs, looking back toward steve, "where you going?"

"out."

eddie snorts at that. wayne was never the type to ask questions, only ask that he come home in one piece. that reply brings him back for a moment. and the tension was there too, it always had been.

he tells himself he's a horrible person every night, reminding himself that you're his bestfriend's daughter—it's wrong, it's a betrayal. but, eddie's never been one to follow the rules.

it's not lost on him the way you always ask him for help when he's around and not steve—grabbing something off the shelf, opening a jar, a random question about an obscure topic that steve definitely have the answer to, or how that stupid tie on the back of your keeps coming undone and your dad never ties it tight enough when you ask.

eddie jokes that it has something to do with him playing guitar for so many years, but that doesn't explain the lingering touch on your shoulders or the way they scale down your back, or why he'll graze you anytime he passes by—you do it to, almost every opportunity you get.

at first eddie think it's just a game, a way to annoy the hell out of him and his constant need for personal space, but you don't bother that part of him and it's terrifying. it's exhilarating. it's forbidden. he's nearing forty and shouldn't be entertaining it, but he is.

and so are you.

which makes it so much worse.

"out like—out," eddie says casually, implying that you were just going to hang out with friends and not do anything reckless, "or out?"

"if i tell you will you leave me alone and pretend this didn't happen?"

eddie shrugs, forcing you even further into your slump, leaning against the front door, kicking your feet together at the heels.

"there's a party, i was gonna go for a few hours," you explain, "dad's still upset after last time."

"yeah well, getting a call from hopper in the middle of the night about his daughter throwing up in the back of a police car isn't ideal, is it?"

the silence grows, your eyes narrowing. eddie's got that smirk on his face, the one he wears normally but laced with a confidence that he's definitely winning this conversation.

but he's not, you're determined that he's not.

"what do you want?" you ask carefully, eddie's face quickly morphing into confusion. "oh come on, eddie—i knew you used to sell drugs in high school."

"so we're switching the topic to me in hopes that i'll let you sneak out?" eddie asks, "low blow, sweetheart."

"answer the question, eddie." you press, your words dragging out slowly. "you've never had someone come to you with no money asking for weed and swearing they'll do just about anything to make up for it?"

it clicks then, a sharp inhale that has his chest expanding underneath his tight shirt. "hey, sweetheart—you know that's not appropriate—"

"says you," you counter, "don't act like i don't notice it."

eddie could speak, but he chooses to stay quiet. he knows where you're going, he can see it on your face.

"how would my dad feel about the way you touch his daughter?" you're going right for the jugular, his jaw twitching at the implication. "i'm sorry, i should be referring to you as mr. munson, right?"

eddie chuckles at that, loathes the nickname as it leaves your tongue.

"you know i hate that," eddie tells you, "you don't even call me that around your dad."

"well, seems fair since you like to call me sweetheart," you shrug, "you like nicknames, don't you?"

"you're really trying this, huh?" eddie asks, surprised but still, somehow unsurprised at your boldness. "what if i told you dad about all of this? how would he react?"

"oh, but you won't," you assure him, "so are you going to let me leave or do i need to sweeten the pot?"

and whatever you're thinking, he knows it's too far. but his mouth is opening anyways.

"not here," he hisses, dragging you down the hall and into the guest bathroom, "what do you think you're doing?"

you shrug carelessly, "couldn't tell you, bet you haven't had your dick sucked in a long time, right?" it's tease, a lethal one considering how right you are—eddie's a tragic divorcee, a short marriage that only lasted a couple years in his twenties. since then, it's been backroom bar hookups after shows and failed attempts at dating.

he's got no excuse. his mind is just preoccupied often, and far too often with you.

"i think i'm pretty good at it, you know," you add, smile spreading across your face, salaciously evil, "is that what'll keep you quiet?"

"hey," it's soft, a warning, but he doesn't stop you when you're hands reach for his belt, undoing it slowly and soundly, "—hey, seriously."

"tell me to stop then," you challenge—and part of you can't remember if you're doing this because you want to leave or just because you want to, "i'll listen."

"yeah, you're good at that, aren't you?" his voice is lower now, a double meaning behind his words.

he knows you can't follow a rule to save your life, but when it came to him, you were eager to please.

"the best," you nod, palm dipping over the front of his boxer, palming his already hard cock, "—i knew it."

"m'not letting you leave," he tells you mindlessly, "it's not gonna work."

you laugh softly at his repetition of your own words, dropping to your knees without a second thought.

"i'll cancel my plans then," you tell him with a hint of amusement, eyes flicking up to look at him with a soft smile, "as long as you won't tell my dad about this."

and he's surely going to hell, but he doesn't find the courage in him to stop you.

best friend’s dad!eddie. discuss.

[radiant-reid]

Babysitters

Every case the BAU solved or acted on changed how they looked at the world. Usually, it was just the realisation there was a lot of evil. Occasionally, it was an extra step they could take, or they could advise their loved ones to take, to be safer. But the bank robbers changed JJ. Will too.

Knowing that their little boy was at risk scared them both. So they were extra cautious about babysitters. Anyone around Henry had to pass a routine background check.

Finding a babysitter was a mission.

Until Y/n Y/l/n came highly recommended.

She was one of the few babysitters in DC who wouldn't discuss her most famous client. And that was why she was hired.

Y/n got used to the crazy work schedule of the couple. Getting called in the middle of the night or on weekends was just part of the job. But she didn't mind.

So when JJ called her on a Saturday morning, Y/n had no problem going over. But when she got over something was wrong. The door was open. With all the security measures the couple took, this was not right.

Y/n reached for her phone and got JJ's number ready to dial. Cautiously, she pushed open the door and walked into the living room.

And there was the blonde boy, long hair messy and a dinosaur in his hand.

"Y/n!" Henry yelled as he came running over, as fast as a 4-year-old could run.

Upon hearing Henry's yelling, another person entered the room. It was someone Y/n didn't know. The man was dressed in long pants, a shirt and a sweater vest. He was dressed sharply but his messy mop of curls told a different story.

"Henry!" Y/n yelled in reply, bending down so she could embrace the boy at his height. "Who's hanging out with you today?" She asked.

"Uncle Spence," Henry replied as if it were obvious.

When Y/n got another look at the man, she realised she might have seen him before. He was in a few of the photos with Henry. She knew neither JJ nor Will had a brother, but whoever this 'uncle' was must have known him since birth. There was a photo of him holding a very newly born Henry in the hallway. On JJ's desk, there was a framed picture of the man holding Henry on his 3rd birthday while he blew out the candles. She was immediately less alarmed that he appeared to be familiar with the family.

"Sorry, I'm Y/n. Henry's babysitter. JJ had called to ask if I could come to look after him, but she didn't mention anyone else being here." Y/n explained, trying not to make the guest feel unwelcomed.

Spencer rocked on his feet, now feeling silly holding a Tiranasouris- rex in front of a relative stranger. At least, he figured, she was a babysitter so she was used to kids toys. "I'm Spencer Reid. JJ had also called me to ask if I could look after him." He introduced. Now it was obvious where the mix up had occurred.

"Ohh, you're Spencer Spencer." It clicked in Y/n's brain. JJ had told her about the remarkable genius from the BAU. But she filled him in on how she knew him. "JJ has told me about you. Anyway, I can go if she doesn't need me here."

"No, don't go!" Henry shouted, reminding the pair he was in the room. Y/n shifted her attention off the blush on Spencer's cheek to the little boy. "Uncle Spence said we could go museum. Y/n come? Please? Please? Please?" He begged, turning to Spencer. He was doing his puppy dog eyes that made it far too hard to resist.

"Yeah, of course." Spencer was more than happy to oblige. "If you want to?" He offered her, only then meeting her eyes.

"Why not?" Y/n smiled back at him. She was only interested in 3 things. Firstly, Henry being looked after properly which was her responsibility. Secondly, why JJ spoke so highly of Spencer was and thirdly, was Doctor Spencer Reid single? She rationalised her confirmation by thinking about the first reason.

Once Y/n had gotten Henry a coat and wrestled it onto him, they were out the door. She learnt that Spencer didn't drive and she had no problem walking to the museum.

"We just have to cross up here," Spencer told them. Henry, ever the rule follower, grabbed Spencer's hand with one of his and Y/n's with the other.

It hit Y/n when another couple who were holding hands with their toddler, smiled at them as they walked past. It occurred to her that they looked like a family. Not that Henry's straight blond hair resembled Spencer's brunette curls. Y/n couldn't put her finger on the emotion she was feeling, but it was a good one.

Spencer knew everyone at the museum, much to Y/n's surprise. Even the security guards. She had been to the museum before, with Henry. But it was a different experience with Spencer, he knew so much. It was no surprise that JJ described him as a genius.

Y/n was definitely feeling the information overload as they left. Spencer had spoken almost the whole time, and she could see Henry adored him.

"Can you carry me?" Henry asked once they were back on the busy DC sidewalk.

Straight away, Spencer bent down taking the little boy into his arms. "Come here." Both of them could tell the little boy was exhausted, so it didn't surprise them when he fell asleep after Spencer had taken 3 steps.

"Okay, so I have a question," Y/n said, getting Spencer's attention. "If JJ is on a case, why aren't you?"

"I, uh, got shot." Spencer quietly spoke before clearing his throat. Y/n's eyes widened, and she blushed. "Don't feel bad for asking, though." He reassured her.

"I'm so sorry I asked." Y/n awkwardly told him. She couldn't help but worry that maybe, now, he wouldn't like her.

Spencer just shook his head. "It's okay, honestly. It happened a couple of weeks ago, but I'm still on leave." Y/n did want to know how it happened, but she also knew the look in his eyes. It was a look that definitely said he didn't want to talk about it.

So, she changed the subject. "Do you like working at the BAU?"

"Yes." Spencer didn't miss a beat. "Except when I get shot." His joke made Y/n giggle, leading Spencer to laugh too.

"Does that happen much?" Y/n bantered back.

Spencer snorted. "This is my second time, actually." He told her honestly. That made her eyes widen. "It's just a casualty of the job." He shrugged it off, not looking phased.

"The only casualty of my job is Henry's just too cute, and I want to take him home." Y/n joked, Spencer laughed. She wanted to hear the sound forever. "Not in a kidnapping type of way." She quickly fumbled to explain. She realised how what she sounded could cause some concern to an FBI agent.

Spencer just continued to giggle at her, his face ending up grinning.

They got back to the LaMontagne/Jareau residence a few minutes later.

"I'm going to take him to bed. It's his nap time?" Spencer said, slipping off his shoes as he carried Henry close to his chest.

Y/n checked her watch, seeing it was just about his nap time. "Yeah, do you want a hand?" She offered, remembering she was Henry's babysitter.

Spencer shook his head, running a hand through the boy's golden locks. "I'm alright." He decided.

Y/n took a step closer to the pair, planting a kiss on Henry's forehead. "Goodnight, bud." She whispered before letting Spencer take Henry to bed.

He couldn't keep the grin off his face as he took Henry's shoes off and tucked him in under the covers. He felt very grateful to JJ for her choice of babysitter.

Spencer wandered back into the living room, searching for Y/n. When he found her, she was picking up some of the toys Henry spread around that morning.

Spencer rushed to help her. "You don't have to do that." He mentioned, putting away the toy cars.

Y/n giggled. "It is kind of my job." She told him. Spencer blushed at how silly he felt, but he couldn't help the smile creep onto his face. He actually enjoyed her teasing him, unlike when Morgan teased him.

Together, they cleaned up while they conversed. Y/n was even more shocked by how smart Spencer was. He seemed to know about everything. She discovered that wasn't the truth when she made a pop culture reference that flew over his head. However, they did get on well.

"I should probably get going," Y/n mentioned, looking at the time. The house was relatively tidy and Henry was still asleep.

"Oh, yeah, of course," Spencer replied, clearing his throat.

She gathered her things, walking with Spencer to the door. She slipped her shoes on and turned back to Spencer.

"I had a really great time today, thank you," Y/n mentioned.

Spencer still couldn't stop smiling. It made his cheekbones look far more defined. "Yeah, me too. Thank you for coming with us." He replied. Y/n turned to open the door but Spencer's words stopped her. "Do you, uh, think that maybe some time you'd like to h-hang out? Without Henry?" He nervously blurted out, his cheeks bring pink. He coughed, clearing his throat.

Y/n nodded, making his hands stop trembling. "Yeah, I'd really like that. Call me some time?" She offered.

"I will," Spencer confirmed. "But, I don't have your number." He added when he thought about it.

"Aren't you the FBI?" Y/n quipped. "You'll find it." She assured him as she opened the door and left.

Spencer stood in the foyer, grinning and blushing. He couldn't stop the fluttering in his stomach. It was a feeling he wanted to have forever.

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[lilli-chae]

Somewhere Only We Know - Rus x Reader

Art used with permission by @sansmania, Rus belongs to @bonelyheartsclub, and reader is gender-neutral! I hope you enjoy, it’s been a long time since I’ve written anything :’)

I walked across an empty land

I knew the pathway like the back of my hand

I felt the earth beneath my feet

Sat by the river and it made me complete

Yet again had you watched Rus shortcut away in the middle of a family tussle without a word, and yet again had you found reason to doubt his trust in you. He always told you that you could come to him for anything, and you told him he could likewise always come to you; however, no matter what you did to try and show that you just wanted to be there for him, he turned in on himself, shutting everyone else out to handle it on his own. You were beginning to think, while Red and Blue continued their boisterous argument, that it had been your own fault. Perhaps you had pushed too much too fast for him.

An unsettling, familiar feeling took root in you.

Oh simple thing, where have you gone?

I'm getting old and I need something to rely on

So tell me when you're gonna let me in

I'm getting tired and I need somewhere to begin

Rus watched you from where he sat in the dining room as you paced the family’s living room. You hadn’t said a word to anyone other than Poplar, who had asked if you’d stay for dinner. That had been about an hour or two ago, and you’ve been fidgety since. Rus wondered if something had happened in the last few days, because he was noticing you did this more and more often whenever he saw you. You were more to yourself, quieter… had he done something wrong? Just as he had the thought to ask, Ash and Nox called everyone for dinner. As he watched you quickly scamper off to help grab things from the kitchen, he wracked his skull for anything he could have done recently to cause you to be so… off.

An unsettling, familiar feeling took root in him.

I came across a fallen tree

I felt the branches of it looking at me

Is this the place we used to love?

Is this the place that I've been dreaming of?

Nox was starting to get pretty sick and tired of all this… whatever this was going on between you and his brother. The tension between the two of you could be cut with one of Undyne’s scalpels, it was ridiculous - and stars knows the solution was obvious to him and anyone who bothered to look close enough to both of you. Your souls were yearning for something your minds apparently couldn’t grasp, and he was tired of it. He enjoyed a good drama, sure, but not at the expense of his brother’s wellbeing.

Rus was closed off because of their time back… home. But Nox already knew that - it was so painfully obvious to him, a reminder of what they’d had to endure down there; however, as he walked alongside you one evening in the park, he came to realize that you had no way of knowing that on your own. Rus and him were two secluded peas in a metaphorical pod, of course you didn’t know…

Guess it was time for a little soul-to-heart with you.

Oh simple thing, where have you gone?

I'm getting old and I need something to rely on

So tell me when you're gonna let me in

I'm getting tired and I need somewhere to begin

By the time you and Nox had returned to your home, you were reduced to tears. Broken sobs left you as you sank down onto your couch, hand over your mouth in attempt to quiet yourself while the shorter skeleton went to get you a glass of water. If he hadn’t known his brother and you as well as he did, he might’ve entertained the idea of asking whether Rus knew of your anxiety.

Two hours go by before you’re finally calm, glass of water only shaking ever so slightly in your hands. Nox does a quick CHECK of your soul, to gauge if you’d truly be alright on your own for the night. He just barely stops himself from giving a chuckle at what he finds there on your flavor text.

An unsettling, familiar feeling is rooted in them.

He was confident it wouldn’t be there much longer.

And if you have a minute, why don't we go

Talk about it somewhere only we know?

This could be the end of everything

So why don't we go somewhere only we know?

Somewhere only we know

After that night, that long talk you had with Nox, you knew you needed to reach out to Rus. How had you not realized it sooner? Rus was like you, needing space away from prying eyes while attempting to handle the turmoil within that your anxiety likes to dump on you. The ping from your phone pulls you from your thoughts, and when you look at what it says, you give a small smile. With a deep, bracing breath, you swallow your anxiety and head out of your home, going across the street and heading straight in.

Oh simple thing, where have you gone?

I'm getting old and I need something to rely on

So tell me when you're gonna let me in

I'm getting tired and I need somewhere to begin

He had just settled onto his bed when he hears three knocks at his door, causing him to groan softly as he rolls over and pretends he hadn’t heard it. His “cousins” could bother him some other time; right now he needed to focus on shutting out the world around him, to quiet his ever-present, whispering thoughts. The knocks come again a bit louder now, more insistent. Rus sighs heavily and drags himself over to the door, opening it since he knew the door would be busted down anyway by Blue or Nox if he didn’t-

His sockets open a bit wider as he looks down at you, one hand now on the doorframe as the other still held the door.

“uh… hey sweetheart, what can i do for y-”

“I’m sorry.”

Well… that had certainly not been what he was expecting, his teeth clicking shut quietly as he blinks at you bewilderedly. Before he can ask what you’re sorry for, he feels you hug yourself to him, warm arms encircling his torso while you buried your face in the chest of his sweater, jacket having been discarded on the floor somewhere behind him.

“Nox told me about why you’re anxious… and why you don’t go to anyone for help with it. I thought it had been something with me, and so I was anxious, and stayed away and- and I let it get worse without coming to you, out of… f-fear? I dunno, really, I just-”

Once you had started, you couldn’t seem to stop yourself. Soon Rus could faintly feel you tremble against him, so he let his arms slowly, gently return your embrace. He was only barely making out what you were saying to him after the first few things you said, his mind stuck on your confession about your own anxious habits lately. Suddenly it hit him like a truck: you were afraid you had done something wrong, and it caused your mind to turn on you. And… oh stars, you were still rambling, shaking now as he had remained silent this whole time.

“And I’m really sorry I didn’t-”

You felt his arms tighten around you, skull slightly nuzzling into your neck as he leaned down, shushing you softly.

And if you have a minute, why don't we go

“m’sorry, sweetheart… i promise it wasn’t you. i’m just a bit of a mess, nyeheh…”

Talk about it somewhere only we know?

This could be the end of everything

So why don't we go? So why don't we go?

You frowned slightly and held onto him a bit tighter as you muttered, “Why didn’t you tell me?”

He seemed to think about it for a bit before sighing, “wasn’t sure how to tell you… i have a hard enough time trying to talk about it with my brother, and i didn’t wanna scare you away.”

You felt a lump in your throat and swallowed it before speaking again, “Rus…”

You stepped back from him and cupped his face gently, looking into his eye sockets.

“Rus, you could never scare me away. I love you, and that means I want to be with you through the best moments… and the worst.”

He watched you in shock, unable to look away from those gorgeous eyes he loved so much, and certainly unable to bring himself to say anything to counter what you were telling him.

“I understand if you don’t wanna handle these things in front of others, I’m the same way sometimes. But, in that case…” you paused, smiling warmly at him as you brought his face closer to yours, just an inch or two apart. You lowered your voice to a whisper, rubbing your thumbs gently against bone as you continued to hold his face.

“We can go somewhere only we know.”

Oh, this could be the end of everything

So why don't we go somewhere only we know?

It’s hard to say who had closed the gap between your mouths first, or who had closed the door before you both laid down in bed to cuddle one another. All the two of you knew was that unsettling, familiar feeling from before was slowly shifting into something warmer, more comfortable.

The new rule was to seek one another out when trepidation inevitably struck again, to seek the comfort you both needed; to find yourselves in each other’s arms to face the anxiety together… to find the place only you two knew.

Somewhere only we know

Somewhere only we know

-----

[izzy-b-hands]

Beach Day Part One

You know how sometimes as a kid your family forgets you at a gas station on vacation? (No, just me?)

This is that except it's an island and it's Ed, Stede, and Izzy accidentally forgotten by the crew.

Didn't intend on starting another multi parter, but here I am. Going to do my best to keep updates as timely as irl stuff allows and try to finish these fairly quickly as well! Fingers crossed I manage that lol.

---

"I don't think I've ever heard the ship so quiet," Oluwande said. "Feels weird."

"Shhh," Jim murmured. "Everyone's content. Enjoy the silence."

"I would love to, but it feels weird. Doesn't it feel off to you, like something's wrong?"

Jim blinked. "You need to reduce the workplace stress level I think."

"I'm serious!"

"So am I! Come here, sit with me, relax. We can listen to the ocean, the gulls. Nothing to do or worry about, ship is probably on course as far as we know, and even if it wasn't that isn't our problem!" Jim said with a smile. They held out their arms and patted the bit of deck by them.

Oluwande sat down by them and leaned his head on their shoulder. "I'll try. But I'm telling you, something feels missing."

---

Ed stood, arms folded, and yawned as dramatically as he could.

He had hoped it would catch the eye of Stede or Izzy, both dusty dirty messes from wrestling one another on the ground of the island, but neither of them even looked up.

"Okay, it's been like, two hours," Ed sighed. "What was this fight even about?"

They stopped mid-roll, and looked at him.

"When did you get here?" Stede asked.

"...about two hours ago," Ed said slowly.

"Oh," Izzy winced as he detangled himself from Stede and tried to stand. "Fucking cramp."

"Here, here," Stede hushed, rushing to stand and hold him up.

"You threatened to kill me two hours ago, what the fuck is this?" Izzy scoffed.

"Being a gentleman!" Stede shouted. "I'm doing something nice for you! Nice, you know, how you can be towards others if you make a little effort?"

"No, Stede, baby," Ed tried to interrupt, but it was too late.

"I make a fucking effort," Izzy said, shoving Stede away from him and nearly falling over again in the process. "To be an actual decent pirate! Ha! Maybe try that on for size!"

"Izzy!" Ed scolded.

"No, you always take his side!" Izzy screamed, and they all paused. Even he seemed horrified by the childish statement he'd tossed out.

"I'm-" Izzy started, but Ed held up a hand.

"Not here. We're gonna talk about it, but back on board. We should be getting back anyway, everyone else is probably ready to go."

Ed took one of Izzy's arms, but he pushed him away and resorted to limping pitifully instead as his leg continued to cramp.

"I'm sorry," Stede whispered as Ed fell back to walk beside him. "I shouldn't let him get my goat so easily. Nor should I egg him on like I do...but I can't just let him talk down to me, you know?"

Ed snagged his hand and held it, swinging it now and again between them as they made their way back to the beach. "I get it. It's a hard balance, you know? Like any ship, anywhere you work, you might find people you don't click with or fucking hate outright. So you wanna defend yourself but there has to be like...rules and limits, or ways to work it out without..."

"Without slamming each other's faces into the dirt?"

Ed shrugged. "Ideally. I mean, what happened to 'talk it through as a crew?'"

"You're right," Stede sighed. "He just makes me so fucking mad that it's like I forget myself completely. But that's no excuse; I need to do better. I can do better, and I will."

"That's my man," Ed said warmly, leaning over to kiss his cheek. "Now we'll go talk compromise with Izzy onboard, and maybe you two can go a day without shouting at each other."

"The fucking ship is gone!"

They looked ahead in fear, to a still limping Izzy in the sand. He was waving his arms to the open sea, as if it would somehow bring the Revenge back.

"They fucking forgot us!" Izzy screamed. "We've all been or are the fucking captains! How the fuck do you forget us?!"

They ran up behind him, looking out to the same spot on the horizon.

"Like this," Ed snorted and chuckled, then sighed. "This isn't great though, yeah."

"It's almost fucking evening," Izzy said. "How long have they been gone? How long-"

"None of those answers are gonna help us right now," Ed interrupted. "Remember what you told me? Take a moment to breathe."

Izzy looked less than pleased to have his own words brought up to him, but he did as instructed, dropping to sit on the cooling sand, breathing slowly and deeply.

Stede was taking some calming breaths of his own, trying desperately to recall if they had marked the small island's location or not on their maps. If they had, peachy keen! The crew could swing back around and come get them! Would take a few days, but they could survive until then.

If they hadn't, however, then he wasn't sure how well any rescue mission might go.

"Wanna help me make a shelter?" Ed interrupted his train of thought. "Clouds look like rain, so if we go back into the jungly bit here we could get some decent cover."

Stede nodded. "Izzy, do you need help up?"

"No," Izzy grumbled, dragging himself up from the sand. "I hate this."

"Me too," Stede mumbled.

Ed grinned. "Me three! Look at that, we all agree, but most importantly!"

He pointed back and forth to both of them playfully. "You two agree on something! Yes, yay!"

"I don't know if 'yay' is the right emotion," Izzy growled.

"It is for me," Ed said darkly, and Izzy looked to the sand as if searching for the bottom of the hole he would dig for himself if he kept arguing with Ed.

"Shall we?" Stede asked, and they headed inwards to the island's small jungle.

Above them, the clouds greyed and thunder started to boom.

---

"He's been like this since we left that last island," Jim rolled their eyes. "All because Izzy and the captains are sleeping in, he thinks we forgot them there."

"We did!" Oluwande stressed, looking around the breakfast table for support. "Has anyone seen them since we first set foot on that island?"

Shaking heads all around.

"And did anyone see them get on the ship, or at all last night?"

More shaking heads.

"Okay then, so, logically," Oluwande started, gesturing for someone to finish his sentence.

"Logically," Buttons said. " They were eaten by a squid."

"No," Oluwande said gently.

"Maybe they were after we left them on that island," Buttons continued. "You don't know that they weren't; you aren't there right now!"

"Wait," Jim said. "Mr. Buttons, do you know for sure we left them there?"

"Aye," Buttons nodded. "Walked past them on my way back to the boat. Stede and Izzy either fighting or fucking on the ground, not sure which, and Ed watching. A fine Sunday activity of course, and-"

"Buttons!" Oluwande and Jim interrupted in one frustrated voice.

"Oh, and then I watched as we all got on, but never saw them come out of the trees. I did wave as we left though!"

"Why didn't you say something sooner?" Lucius asked.

Buttons shrugged. "Thought it was part of the plan."

"What plan?" Black Pete asked next. "There wasn't a plan, was there?"

"What would we need a plan for?" Lucius added. "It was Beach Day, lay on the beach and be lazy, there's the plan."

"Did any of us even stay on the beach?" Black Pete pondered.

"No, the sand was too hot so everyone went closer inland under the shade and found stuff to do there," Lucius replied.

"Didn't really have Beach Day then, did we?" Black Pete asked. "Or we fucked it up. Maybe we did need a plan."

"Please," Oluwande interjected. "Please, guys. We need to get turned around, immediately. As it is, who knows how many days away we are now!"

"Really good question," Jim agreed. "Cuz we didn't mark the island, I don't think."

"Fuck," Oluwande sighed.

"Fuck," Jim nodded.

[awesome-power-cat]

Doki Doki Literature Club: Character files Decoded.

(Possible Spoilers) CLICK AT YOUR OWN RISK.

     My sister Lilly and I, decoded everthing below after I noticed that the text within Yuri's ".chr" file resembled (that of) Base64. We then searched and decoded the other character files.

DISCLAIMER: I have yet to fully complete the game, therefore I haven’t fully read the following data (text) to it’s fullest. (That’s why I’m unsure if it contains spoilers)

Monika’s “.chr” file Decoded:

After opening Monika's ".chr" file, I noticed it looked like an image file. So I renamed the file extension to ".png" and got the image below.

     The image resembles a ring of fire with some form of QR code in the middle, however this was not a QR code. I cropped out the ring of fire so I was left with the code in the middle. After examining the code I tried a few ideas we had, and they all failed. I then thought what if this is binary, the white pixels represent ones, while the black pixels represent zeros instead of typing each zero and one out by myself, I programmed a simple java program that would scan the pixels left to right, and output the corresponding value (Zero or One ), based on the pixel color (Black or White). The end result is a binary code. We used an online tool to decode the binary and the result was a bunch of letters and numbers. These "letters and numbers" looked like Base64 so, we used another online tool to converter those "letters and numbers" to text. That's how we got the message below.

"Can you hear me? ...Who are you? I can't...I can't see you. But I know you're there. Yeah...you can definitely hear me. You've been watching for a while now, right? I guess I should...introduce myself, or something. Um...my name is...actually, that's stupid. You obviously already know my name. Sorry. Anyway...I'm guessing if you were able to put a stop to this, you would have done it by now. I mean, I know you're not, like...evil, or anything...because you've already helped me so much. I should really thank you for that. For everything you've done. You're really like a friend to me. So...thank you. So much. I think...more than anything else...I really don't want it to all be for nothing. ... Everyone else is dead. Maybe you already know that. I'm sure you do, actually. But...it doesn't have to be that way, right? Well...there's a lot of stuff I don't understand. I don't know if it's even possible for me to understand it. But I know that this isn't my only story. I can see that now. Really clearly. And I think everyone else has had the same kind of experience. Some kind of deja vu. It's the Third Eye, right? Anyway...I could be totally wrong about this. But I really think you might be able to do something. I think you might be able to go back...or however you want to put it... ...To go back and tell them what's going to happen. If they know ahead of time, then they should be able to avoid it. They should...if they remember their time with me in the other worlds...they should remember what I tell them. Yeah. I really think this might be possible. But it's up to you. I'm sorry for always being...you know... ... Never mind. I know that's wrong. This is my story. It's time to be a fucking hero. Both of us. 2018"

Yuri’s “.chr” file Decoded:

Upon opening Yuri's ".chr" file. I instantly noticed text that looked like Base64. I used an online tool to convert the Base64 text to the message below.

Warning: The following text is... uh.. intense. You've been warned!

"If you found this note in a small wooden box with a heart on it, then *congratulations!* You are probably the first person to read this. I didn’t really plan on sharing this with anybody, but for some reason I think it’s exciting that somebody out there, a complete stranger, will come across this note and read my story. Someone I will never meet, sharing such a personal bond with me. I’m fascinated that either one of us could die - even as soon as tomorrow - with the other being completely clueless to the fact. To you, my entire life is within this note, and so I will live for as long as your memory can carry me. Writing this, I’m wondering if that makes you feel fascinated or violated. It’s so exciting. I’m sorry if my story is a bit disorganized, but I’d like to get it down while it’s still fresh on my mind. First, I’ll tell you a little bit about myself. I’m a first-year college girl and have led, by most standards, a pretty unspectacular life up to this point. I grew up in an upper-middle class school district with decent teachers. I did track in middle school and some of high school, and I’ve had two boyfriends. Now, I’m studying for a career in occupational therapy, because I feel the field is undervalued and provides tremendous help to people. I’m giving you this background because there’s this strange misconception that if you want to kill someone then you’re either sick in the head or you have anger management issues. But, it’s very apparent that I don’t fall into either of those categories. It’s true that most murder cases are in a domestic setting where someone loses control of their anger or something. But the thing is that those people kill under provocation, whether by a singular outburst or by a slow-burning series of misfortunes. Those people kill because in that brief moment, they want a specific someone, for a specific reason, to be hurt or killed. What I’m talking about is wanting to kill someone for no specific reason, maybe just to see what it’s like. Do you ever get that? I wouldn’t know how others feel, because it’s not something I ever talked about. But I’ve been curious about what it’s like to kill someone ever since I was a child. Not killing anyone in particular, just a random person. It’s always just fascinated me that if I put my mind to it, I can approach anyone, and in five minutes they would be completely gone from this Earth. But I’ve never done so for a couple of reasons. First of all, for most of my life it was logistically impossible for me to do it without getting caught. I only got my driver’s license a couple years ago, and even then, the preparations would take too much time, definitely stirring suspicion. It was only once I started college that I realized this was no longer an obstacle. Another reason is that I was afraid of causing harm to too many people. You might laugh reading that, at how hypocritical it sounds. But, let me explain: Why should I feel bad about killing someone if they’re too dead to care? Who would I be feeling bad for? Contrarily, it’s the grief of the living that I’d rather not be responsible for. Because of this, I knew it would take a good deal of research before finding a suitable person to kill, and I’ve never had the means to do so - again, until I started college. And now, having just experienced it, I’d say it was pretty satisfying in the end. Something I would try again? Probably not, since my curiosity has already been satisfied. It really wouldn’t be the same a second time. But anyway, if by any chance you’re also curious to kill someone, then you’re welcome to take notes. :) *** I started a hobby of people-watching soon after I entered college. People-watching is interesting to me because it’s taking one of the infinite extras in your life and turning them into a main character - without them knowing, of course. It’s so easy to forget that every single one of the hundreds of strangers you pass every day has a life story as deep and complex as your own. One thing I noticed about people-watching, and wanting to kill someone, is that you are in more constant awareness of this. When I find a person to observe, their story slowly becomes more clear to me over time, gaps being filled - it really is amazing. I usually went to grocery stores on weekends and looked around in people’s shopping carts. If I saw something that interested me, I decided to observe the person for a little bit. Of course, since my goal was to find someone to kill, I ruled out anyone who had children or a partner with them. Wedding rings were another tell-tale sign. So maybe once a weekend, I would find someone who fit my criteria, at which point I would follow them home and note their address. From there, it became incredibly easy to investigate a little bit more; most people have normal work hours, meaning I could spend afternoons going through their mail or looking around in their house. I repeated this with several people (and had one close call), but for varying reasons I didn’t really feel satisfied enough with them to kill any of them. I started getting a bit impatient and thought that I might just settle for killing the man named Devon, even though I didn’t really want to kill someone wealthy. But then, I came across someone new - someone who just, felt perfect. The feeling only strengthened as I investigated her further, and I knew that she would be the one for me to kill. A young-looking woman I met at the grocery store, as per usual. She was doing some light shopping with a basket. Her hair was wavy and dark brown, sitting inelegantly on her slumped shoulders and surrounding her tired-looking face. Her bare fingers told me she might be single, but beyond that, my gut was almost certain of it. This woman just seemed so…plain, really. I guess I felt a greater acuity for the personal lives of strangers ever since I started my people-watching. But the way she carried herself, I just got the feeling that if she suddenly died, nobody would be around to miss her. Of course, I still wanted to investigate her a bit. I followed my usual routine of checking out her place during her work hours. I learned immediately from her mail that her name is Linda Watson. Linda lived in a quiet apartment complex, her mailbox easily accessible right outside her door. Instead of quickly shuffling through it, I decided I could take her mail back to my dorm and return it before she was finished with work (she only lived about 15 minutes from me). I did some research and learned how to open and reseal the envelopes without damaging them, which took some technique along with a hair dryer, rubbing alcohol, and Q-tips. This made it easy for me to learn a little more about her. Linda was a 33-year-old woman who worked for a small accounting firm - I’d rather not name the place outright. Her birthday was December 11th which, coincidentally, was approaching in a couple weeks. I also managed to find a bank statement that gave me a nice look into how she’s been spending her past month. It was at this point I realized that my assessment of Linda Watson as an extremely plain woman was pretty spot-on, because there was absolutely nothing interesting on the list. A trip to Old Navy, a bunch of Starbucks, something about $40 from Amazon - no restaurants, no movies, nothing that would really imply she was spending any time socializing. That aside, I also found a cooking magazine, so I guess she was into cooking. Apartments are harder to break into than suburban homes, because there are fewer doors and windows. Every time I got Linda’s mail, I would check the front door and the windows in the back, but they were always locked. This was a bit frustrating because I was really interested in getting into her house. So, I came up with a sort of plan that I thought would be fun, even if it didn’t work. Last Saturday, I visited Linda Watson’s apartment complex as I would on weekdays. The difference is that this time, I wanted her to be home. I thought it would be interesting to have a conversation with her. If I got lucky, I could take advantage of the situation to discreetly unlock a window from the inside. So, I walked up to her door wearing nothing warmer than a light sweatshirt, and knocked. The adrenaline rush was crazy. I was afraid I might screw something up. The door opened, and in front of me stood Linda Watson, exactly as I remembered her from the grocery store. It was at that moment, making eye contact for the first time, that I realized I was running the risk of beginning to care about this person. As selfish as it is, I couldn’t kill a person I cared about, even if it’s a 33-year-old woman standing in a doorway with a slightly perplexed look on her face, giving me a reserved “Hello.” Arms crossed from the cold, I shyly returned Linda’s greeting. I explained that I was walking my dog near the woodsy area behind the back of her apartment, and that he had gotten away. I had been looking for my dog for an hour and was wondering if Linda may have seen him roaming about. Of course, Linda sympathetically apologized for the situation and that she couldn’t be of use to me, but that she would keep an eye out. I wore a defeated expression in response, apologizing in return for troubling her. It somehow went exactly as I had hoped - Linda invited me inside to warm up a bit with some coffee. I outwardly hesitated before accepting her offer, although on the inside I wanted to jump through the door and hug her for cooperating so well. And that’s how Linda Watson ended up with a 19-year-old girl next to her on the couch - who knows if it was just a nice gesture or if she really has no better way to spend her Saturdays than talking to some kid she just met (who happens to be interested in killing her). Linda soon learned that my name is Maria (it’s not) and that I attend the nearby community college (I don’t). I was a little bit nervous that she would ask me too many questions because I didn’t have many answers prepared. I was able to steer the conversation toward her, and she was pretty happy to talk. I asked what she does, and she told me that she works for the accounting firm I already knew about, communicating with outside clients and keeping records. I told her I was pretty nervous about growing up. She told me to enjoy college and to make lots of friends because there’s less opportunity once you start working. When I asked if she was married or anything, she laughed. Of course I knew she wasn’t married, but I wanted to hear more about her love life. She said that she doesn’t currently have a boyfriend (I guess she’s at least had boyfriends, but who knows how long ago). When I asked her about kids, she said she doesn’t want them until she gets a better job. On top of that, she told me that her family has a history of some genetic diseases such as arthritis and depression, which she is afraid to give to her kids. It’s funny that she mentioned that because when I asked to use her bathroom, I noticed a tube of prescription pills on the sink. It was labelled duloxetine, which I looked up later and discovered that it is in fact an antidepressant. I had a joking thought that maybe by killing her I’d be doing her a favor, but quickly decided I was a terrible person for coming up with that. The rest of the visit was pretty dull. We talked about food and some other mundane stuff before I eventually made an excuse to leave. I didn’t get the chance to unlock a window or anything like that, but I didn’t really feel the need to go through her apartment anymore. As early as the drive back to my dorm, I was already thinking about how I would best like to kill Linda Watson. The choice was between effectiveness and fun. I decided to go with fun, because it would be way more satisfying to kind of dissect her as I killed her, rather than just getting it done and calling it a day. Fast-forward one week to December 13th - today, actually. Linda Watson turned 34 two days ago. I made a fun little wager with myself where if Linda was spending her birthday weekend alone, I would pay her a visit and kill her. If she was out or had company, I would stop by next week or something instead. So this morning, I drove over to Lowe’s and bought an axe. Again, I expect you’re laughing, but that’s also kind of the point. An axe is so kind of cliche and a “movies” thing that I actually thought it would be the most fun. Swinging it at someone and everything, it’s a really entertaining image. They actually had a bunch of different axes, so I picked one that had a good weight but was still light enough for me to swing quickly. The drive after getting the axe was when the adrenaline really picked up. All that kept going through my mind on the way over was “Wow, I’m really doing this.” Not in a bad way, just like a surprised this is real life sort of thing. I also got this strange rush of recollections of the time I spent with Linda. It was like my life was flashing before my eyes, except it was just the rather mundane hour I spent with Linda - like snippets of our conversations, the sound of her laugh, her facial expressions and stuff. I also wondered to myself what the crazy serial killers would be feeling at a time like this - schizophrenic delusions? Sexual buildup? I have no idea, but what I felt was kind of like ridiculously alert and numb in the senses at the same time, however that’s possible. Before getting out of the car, I had the sense to stuff the axe into my backpack to look a little less ridiculous walking across the parking lot. The handle was sticking out, but that didn’t really matter. At that point my heart was pounding so hard I could feel my throat throbbing. I tried controlling my breath, but it’s really hard to not breathe fast when your heart is pounding like that. I reached Linda Watson’s door and quietly put my ear to it after setting down my backpack. I heard a voice that wasn’t hers - company? No, it was just the TV, mixed with her occasional tapping footsteps behind the door. I actually kept my ear there for a really freaking long time, because I wanted to make absolutely sure nobody was over. Probably 10 minutes of that and a lot of reassuring myself convinced me. I quietly opened my backpack zipper and held the axe in my hands. My fiercely shaking hands. What the hell was this kind of reaction that my body was making? I told my body to shut up, that it’s no big deal, but of course it wouldn’t listen. It was actually bizarre how much my hands were shaking. It must be the adrenaline buildup. I rolled my eyes at myself and got my hand to rest on the doorknob. If it’s locked, I’ll knock, it’ll be basically the same. I took a deep breath and forced my muscles into action. I swiftly turned the doorknob. Not locked. In one movement, I opened up the door and slipped inside. Linda Watson, just a few steps away into the kitchen. I see - she was in the middle of cooking. She immediately jumped and turned around, startled. I expected that. Quickly, I let go of the doorknob and adjusted the axe into both hands. In the following split second, I realized that she would probably start to make a lot of noise. Looking back, I’m an idiot for not considering that. Just as Linda’s mouth opened to speak - maybe even started speaking - I forcefully swung my axe into the side of her head. But, my axe was facing backwards. I hit her with the blunt end of the blade. I actually did this on purpose, because in that split second I somehow decided that it would be the way to keep her noise to a minimum. It actually worked. I felt barely any resistance in the swing as I collided with her head, knocking it clean aside. Linda’s half-formed syllable came out as a kind of weird grunt - a noisy exhalation is probably the best I could describe it. That happened at the same time as her head smacked into the cabinet from the force, and she fell backwards without any ability to keep her balance. I didn’t hesitate at all to keep swinging at her while she was half lying down on the ground, this time my axe facing the right way. I didn’t really know where to swing, so I kind of just started hacking at her collarbone area and chest. It didn’t feel like the axe was going too deep, but there was a nice “thunk” sort of sound every time the axe embedded into her. I even felt the soft sinking sensation ripple into my hands, like the axe was a kind of physical extension of my sense of touch. On a whim, I swung once at her throat, but most of the swing actually missed and I hit the floor by accident, causing a loud, dull whack to resonate through the apartment. I didn’t have time to think about it. I swung again with better aim and got a more centered hit, feeling the bone or cartilage or whatever is in there, so I must have split it open. Right after that, I decided to swing at her face, and I got this diagonal cut along her nose and mouth, which felt pretty good so I did it once more. I finally briefly stopped to survey the damage. Linda was bleeding ridiculously. The blood was kind of coming out in waves, in sync with her beating heart, probably. It was pooling all around her and riding along the cracks between the tiles. Her light blue shirt was all torn up and stained dark, kind of mixed with a fleshy mess around her chest. It was all just glistening red. Her face wasn’t much better, covered in dripping red at this point, and her lip was kind of hanging off, revealing red-stained teeth in a really weird way, like a zombie or something. Linda wasn’t dead, though. Her limbs were kind of weakly, aimlessly trying to move while she was stuck on her back. More than anything, she reminded me of a bug that you crush but it still pitifully moves its legs around before it dies completely. That’s basically what she was doing. But I didn’t know how long it would take for her to die, or what kind of condition she was in. I ended up grabbing a big knife that was on the counter that she was using to cut up meat. Trying to step around the blood, I reached down and carved into the upper half of her neck, trying to sort of saw it from the left side to the right. It was a little awkward because the area was so soft and squished around the knife as I was cutting. But the sensation was completely different from the axe. It actually felt like I was cutting a tough piece of raw meat (which I guess technically, I was). The blood started pouring out, and I hoped that I severed the most major arteries in there. It must have worked, because after a moment Linda’s limb movements kind of just had the strength drained from them, soon resting still on the floor. I took a few seconds to catch my breath. No time to stick around and think about the experience. I shook the knife blade through a dirty pan in the sink to clean off the blood, then threw the knife into my backpack. I did the same with the axe. I also took her laptop that was sitting on the counter. It had some recipe open for veal and mushrooms. I didn’t really take the laptop to use it, since I have a perfectly good one myself that I got for college. I just wanted to look through it for fun. I finally went outside and closed the door behind me. I got some blood on my sweater and jeans. But funnily enough, I actually anticipated that so I wore dark colors. The drive back to my dorm was just a constant replaying of the experience in my head. I guess that’s still kind of happening even now, actually. But it felt pretty nice. Linda Watson is dead. I kind of let the weight of that sink in. The sensation of having completely removed a human life from existence. It’s crazy. I don’t know how else to describe it. Anyway, I threw the axe and knife into a dumpster on campus, which I think is picked up every Monday, so they’ll be gone by then. My roommate goes home on the weekends, so I have the dorm to myself today. It gave me the chance to go through Linda’s website history. I was right in thinking that’s where her deepest secrets would lie. There was actually a lot of dirty stuff, like the names of websites for porn videos and stories and things like that. Same with her searches. A lot of the websites were boring, like cooking websites and recipes, and game websites like Bejeweled and stuff. I eventually got to the “one week ago” section of her history, and it gave me a chill. There were a whole bunch of searches like “methods of suicide”, “how to tie a noose”, “dangerous household chemicals”, “carbon monoxide poisoning” - like a lot of them. She was probably ready to write a book on suicide after all the research she did. So I guess Linda was contemplating suicide. I wonder if it was influenced by her depression. The irony is actually striking. Maybe Linda was going to die anyway. Or maybe she couldn’t find the courage to do it. If that were the case, I almost literally gave her a birthday present by killing her. That’s actually really comical in a messed-up way, and it leaves a weird taste in my mouth. The part I don’t get is that I didn’t see any of those searches up until the “one week ago” section, nothing more recent than that. I ended up throwing the laptop in the dumpster with the other stuff. It’s been a few hours since then, so I’ve had some time to calmly think about everything. Like I said, it was pretty satisfying and I’m glad I finally got around to it. I feel like I can finally cross it off my bucket list, or like I’m tying loose ends with myself. This is probably the first and last time I’ll write the name Linda Watson - it’s back to living a normal college life, except I might do some people-watching every now and then because it’s definitely fun and interesting. But I’ll always wonder how many people there are like me. I’m sure there has to be a lot, because there is just nothing strange about it to me, being curious about killing someone. Sadly, it’s something that people can’t exactly just talk about, so I guess I’ll never know. I’m sure that anyone would just lie about it even if you asked them. But you can’t help but wonder if that person in the grocery store, who stares at you as you pass by, might be considering what it would be like to kill you. If I could, I would tell them all about it, so they could decide for themselves. But who knows, maybe I got lucky, and that person is you. I actually really, really hope so. ~♥"

Natsuki's ".chr" file Decoded:

We haven't figured this one out yet, but we have a few ideas. Note the image is seamless horizontally.

When we opened Natsuki's ".chr" file we again noticed it looked like an image file. We simply renamed the file extension to ".png" or ".jfif" to get the image below.

     The above may have already been documented/decoded. I would like to note that not all of the character files were encoded with Base64.

Thank you for reading, even though it may have already been done.