#BUT i took them outside because i was like i need yall to run around and get some of this energy out and they actually PLAYED

[anotherpapercut]

I was watching the pre teens today (normally I'm with the teens) and they were being fucking crazy so I asked one of them if they're like that for the normal pre teen staff or if they're just acting like that because I'm there and they said "oh yeah we are not normally this bad" so I asked the room "hey why do y'all act so much more insane for me than the other staff? what's up with that??" and one of them said "it's because we know you can handle it. the other staff give up way faster" LMFAO???

[alyrasturnz]

you're so good at writing arguements and stuff i just finished reading "but daddy i love him" and oh my GOD. pls write a matt x reader angsty tosotd oneshot with an arguement and an apology

THE OTHER SIDE OF THE DOOR

❐ summary » y/n and matt had an anniversary dinner planned, a special evening meant to celebrate their bond. but once again, matt stayed late at work, putting aside their plans. this wasn't the first time—he had done it countless times before, each instance chipping away at y/n's patience. finally, she reached her breaking point. sick and tired of his neglect, she stormed out, calling things off in a fit of frustration. deep down, she hoped he would run after her, show her that she mattered.

❐ pairings » bf!matt x fem!reader

❐ warnings » argument (resolved), swearing, lowkey toxic!matt, toxic relationship dynamic

❐ a/n && w/c » here’s something small to keep yall fed while i work on something bigger… •  1.98k

in the dim glow of their intimate living room, the air between you and matt crackled with a palpable intensity, the kind that precedes a storm.

the rain outside mirrored the tempest brewing within, each droplet a thunderous note in the symphony of nature's fury, crashing onto the pavement with a relentless rhythm.

earlier that evening, their argument had been ignited by a matter so seemingly inconsequential, yet it had fanned the flames of discord into a roaring inferno.

matt had neglected the anniversary dinner plans, choosing instead to linger late at the warehouse, an oversight that cast a long shadow over the evening's expectations.

you had devoted the entire day to crafting a special meal, meticulously setting the table with candles and flowers, your heart brimming with anticipation to celebrate your love.

but as the hours slipped away and the food grew cold, your excitement metamorphosed first into disappointment, then hardened into a simmering anger.

and you might have let this transgression slide. but now you found yourself unable to, as this was the third and final strike.

when matt eventually crossed the threshold, exhausted and oblivious to the emotional storm brewing within you, the dam of your restraint finally burst.

"do you even care about us anymore?" you demanded, your voice quivering with the weight of unspoken sorrow and pent-up frustration.

matt, taken aback, attempted to articulate an explanation as he gently closed the door. "y/n, i'm sorry. time slipped away from me."

"lost track of time?" you echoed, your eyes welling up with tears. "do you have any idea how that makes me feel? like i'm not important to you!" you exclaimed, your voice cracking under the weight of your emotions.

matt sighed, running a hand through his hair in exasperation. "it's not like that, y/n. things come up and—"

"things come up?" you repeated in disbelief, your voice tinged with incredulity as you grabbed your bag.

"why can't you just listen to me for once?" matt's voice rose, each word laden with frustration and desperation.

you crossed your arms, your eyes blazing with anger. "i have listened, matt! but you never seem to care about what i need," you shot back, your voice trembling with a mix of hurt and fury.

matt took a step closer, his voice softer but no less intense. "i care, y/n. but you keep pushing me away," he murmured, his eyes searching yours for any glimmer of understanding.

you shook your head, tears beginning to spill from your eyes. "maybe because i'm tired of fighting for something that feels so one-sided," you whispered, your voice breaking under the weight of your emotions.

an oppressive silence fell between them, heavy and suffocating, as if the very air had thickened with unspoken words and lingering tension.

the silence that hung in the air signaled the breaking point of their relationship, a palpable void filled with the weight of unspoken grievances and shattered dreams.

the silence that ensnared them, coiling around their throats and stifling their breaths, as though the very air conspired to suffocate the remnants of their faltering connection.

finally, you could endure no longer. "this time, i’ve had enough," you declared, your voice trembling with the weight of your resolve. "i’m leaving," you stated, the finality of your words hanging in the air like a solemn decree.

matt’s eyes widened in shock, a mixture of disbelief and desperation flooding his gaze. "y/n, wait—" he stammered, his voice a fragile plea against the impending void.

but you were already at the door, your resolve unyielding to his desperate entreaties. "don't call me," you uttered, your voice quivering with a tumultuous blend of anger and sorrow. "it's over," you declared, the finality of your words echoing with irrevocable certainty.

as the door slammed shut with a resounding finality, matt stood there, stunned into silence. he longed to chase after you, to mend the fractured pieces of their relationship, but his feet felt as though they were anchored to the floor, paralyzed by the weight of his own inaction.

a surge of anger and melancholy surged through matt, the emotions intertwining like a tempest within him. tears streamed down his face, carving silent paths of sorrow, as he ran a trembling hand through his disheveled hair, each motion a testament to his inner turmoil.

"fuck!" he yelled, kicking the door with a force that echoed his frustration.

he let out a series of pathetic sobs, his back desperately seeking support against the unyielding door as he slid down, finally collapsing to the floor. burying his face into his hands, he succumbed to the torrent of despair that engulfed him.

outside, y/n walked into the pouring rain, the heavens weeping in unison with the turmoil within. each step felt like a penance, their heart laden with regret, a sorrow that seemed to seep into the very fabric of the storm around them.

deep down, you harbored a fragile hope that matt would follow, that he would stand beneath your window, the rain mingling with his fervent cries of love, throwing pebbles to capture your attention, a modern-day romeo desperate to mend the rift between you.

but for now, all you had was the relentless rain and the haunting echo of your own words, reverberating through the solitude. you wished with all your heart that matt could see beyond his pride and comprehend that, at the core of it all, your deepest desire was simply to be with him.

the rain soaked through your clothes, each droplet a cold reminder of your solitude, as you sank down onto the porch. hugging your knees to your chest, you leaned your back against the unyielding front door, seeking comfort in its solidity amidst the tempest that raged both outside and within.

tears mingled with the raindrops on your face, indistinguishable in the deluge, as you struggled to stifle your sobs. each breath was a battle, the weight of your sorrow pressing down like the relentless rain, blurring the line between your inner turmoil and the storm around you.

your mind raced with a torrent of memories from happier times, each recollection a bittersweet contrast to the present, intensifying the pain of the argument. the agony grew stronger, like a relentless tide, as the echoes of laughter and love clashed with the harsh reality of discord.

you wished with all your heart that matt would emerge from the shadows, wrap you in his arms, and whisper reassurances that everything would be okay. in that embrace, you longed to find solace, a sanctuary where the storm of emotions would finally subside, leaving only the promise of peace and understanding.

but all you are left with is the cacophony of the rain crashing onto the pavement, each drop a thunderous reminder of his absence, and the echoing thoughts that reverberate through the hollow chambers of your mind.

you had only left because you felt as though his indifference had cast you into the shadows, making you believe you held no significance in the dazzling tapestry of his life.

and watching him run out to you would have mended the fractures in your heart, sealing the fissures with the balm of his presence, but alas, he remained still, leaving those cracks unhealed.

little did you know that he stood just beyond the threshold, separated from you by a mere sliver of space and yet an insurmountable chasm of unspoken words and unfulfilled hopes.

all you’ve ever needed lay just on the other side of the door, concealed within reach yet veiled by the intangible barrier of hesitation and unvoiced desires.

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under the cloak of night, matt stood outside your window, the clock striking 3:00 am, as if the very fabric of time conspired to weave an intricate tapestry of suspense and unspoken anticipation.

the rain has ceased, leaving in its wake a profound, quiet stillness that permeates the air, as if the world itself holds its breath in reverent silence, suspended in a moment of tranquil contemplation.

with a trembling hand, he delicately picked up a small pebble and tossed it gently at the window, the soft tap shattering the silence like a whispered secret in the dead of night.

"y/n!" he called out, his voice raw with emotion, each syllable trembling with desperation. "y/n, please come to the window!"

you stirred from your restless sleep, heart pounding as you recognized the voice, each word echoing through the stillness of the night like a haunting melody that refused to be ignored.

you shut your eyes tightly, turning away as you begged for the night to envelop you once more, longing for the embrace of dreams to whisk you away from the waking world.

but another soft tap shattered the fragile silence, compelling you to sit up, your senses heightened and your heart pounding with an unspoken urgency.

you approached the window and peered out, your eyes locking with matt’s desperate gaze, the depth of his anguish reflecting in the moonlit night, creating a silent dialogue of unspoken sorrow and longing.

"i’m so sorry," matt began, his voice cracking under the weight of his remorse. "i messed up. i should’ve been there for you, for us. i let youtube get in the way, and i hurt you. but please, believe me when i say i love you more than anything. you are my world, and i can’t stand the thought of losing you."

tears welled up in your eyes as you listened to his heartfelt plea. matt continued, his voice growing stronger with each word. "i know words aren't enough, but i promise to do better. i promise to make you feel loved and cherished every single day. please, give me another chance."

you remained silent, your heart torn between the lingering pain of past wounds and the fragile hope of reconciliation, each beat a testament to the inner turmoil that threatened to overwhelm you.

matt took a deep breath, feeling the weight of the moment. "remember when we first met? how we laughed about the silliest things and stayed up all night talking? i want to go back to that. i want to be the person who makes you smile."

he paused, searching for the right words, his gaze steady yet filled with vulnerability. "i know i've been distant, and i know i've hurt you. but i've realized something important: life without you is empty, a hollow echo of what it could be. i can't change the past, but i can promise you a future filled with love, respect, and understanding. i'll listen more, i'll be there more, and i'll never take you for granted again."

your resolve began to waver, the sincerity in matt's voice piercing through your defenses. "i've been talking to my brothers, trying to understand where i went wrong. i know i have a lot to work on, and i'm willing to do whatever it takes. therapy, couples counseling, anything. i just need you to know that i'm committed to making this work."

matt's eyes were pleading, his heart laid bare in a raw display of vulnerability. "please, y/n. give me a chance to prove that i can be the partner you deserve. i love you more than words can express, and i'm ready to fight for us."

your heart softened at his sincerity, the pain of the argument beginning to fade like mist in the morning sun. you opened the window, letting the cool night air rush in, carrying with it a sense of renewal. "matt," you whispered, your voice trembling with a mix of hope and apprehension. "come inside."

as matt climbed through the window, you felt a glimmer of hope flicker in the depths of your heart. you embraced, holding each other tightly, as if anchoring yourselves in a storm. both knowing that while the road ahead wouldn't be easy, your love was worth fighting for, a beacon guiding you through the darkness.

[dilfl0v3rss]

i need a small drabble of connie snatching reader up in front of their friends because of something she said or did

i gotchu boo💋

it wasn’t often where you got to go out like this. sitting at the bar with your girls just talking and enjoying each others company. you were having so much fun that you didn’t realize that your boyfriend was outside waiting for you in the car. you told connie to come get you at 9 so that’s exactly what he did. when nine o’clock came he was outside and texting you as he waited for you to come out, but you never did.

you knew he was outside when he sent the text, but you were just so deep in conversation that you didn’t bother responding or moving. “we need t’do this more often man. i be so caught up in other shit i be forgetting that i’m allowed to have fun” mikasa and emoni laughed as you made a sad face while the bartender slid you another drink. “you right girl, we need to start doing this shit every week so we can stay close.” emoni said as she took a sip of her drink. before you could even put your cup to your lips, the sound of footsteps coming your way took your attention. it was your slightly irritated boyfriend, connie. “hey con, coming to have a drink?” mikasa said, making connie smile as he lightly shook his head no. he lowered his lips to your ear, keeping his voice down as he spoke. “uhh you seen me texting you right?” he said, his low voice making a tingle run down your spine.

you loved your man, that much was clear, but you really wanted to stay with your friends. you turned towards his face, giving him a small smile before you spoke. “i got em pa, but i wanna stay” connie rolled his eyes, making your friends eyes widen at your defiance. if you wanted to stay you could’ve just told him not to get you at this time, but you didn’t. you let this man drive all the way over here for nothing and since you wanted to be inconsiderate he wasn’t going to let you get what you and. “well that’s not finna happen, let’s go.” you sucked your teeth, emoni and mikasa tried their best to make it seem like they was minding their business, but they were unsuccessful. both of their eyes glued to the scene unfolding in front of them. “ma get up” connie said, this time standing at his full height as he looked down at you in the chair.

you were getting a little irritated. what didn’t this man understand? you were having fun and didn’t want it to end so soon, and he was embarrassing you in front of your friends. you weren’t going to just let it happen, and since you were in front of people you doubted he would do anything crazy so you pushed to your luck. “boy get the fuc-” you didn’t even get to finish your sentence before connie’s hand was wrapped around your throat, his face lowering closer to yours as he spoke in a low tone. “get up or ima embarrass you in this bar. stop frontin for your lil friends cause at the end of the day they not gon save you” as he let you go, you got up out your seat so you can leave, your panties already pooling with slick as you took a couple steps towards the door. “tell ‘em goodnight mami, be polite” connie mumbled as he took your hand at the door and waited for you to acknowledge your very shocked friends.

“goodnight yall” you mumbled, embarrassment rushing through you as you listened to the giggles and whispers coming from them in there chairs.

[spikedhe4rt]

I need dating Darry hcs. NSFW and SFW

Darry Curtis x Reader Headcanons 🪸🪸

A/N: I hope yall enjoy this, I also have a darry smut coming out soon. My request box is always open!! Love you guys<3

✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。

❥ You met eachother while he fixed your roof, which your family helped you pay for.

❥ You kept making excuses to come outside and talk to him.

"Hey, Darry" you yelled out to make sure he could hear you from the roof. He responded with a loud "yea?" I smiled at his voice. "I made you lemonade and homemade pretzels.

❥ You started to invite him inside the house and talk more

❥ You were highly upset when he finished your roof, you knew you would miss him.

❥ He asked you out on his last day because he took so much interest in you.

❥ You both wanting to take it slow, because he had his brothers to look out for.

❥ Meeting Soda and Pony, and them taking a liking to you.

❥ Visiting his parents grave with him for support.

Darry gave a sad chuckle as he finished a story about the time his parents bought him his first bike. "They sound amazing, Dare" you gave him a loving smile before a tears ran down his cheeks. "They were. I just really miss them sometimes."

You nodded and brought him in for a hug. Once the hug ended, his lips found their way to your forehead, kissing it softly. "Thank you for coming with me."

❥ Trying to keep a serious face when he lectures Pony over the silliest things.

"Ponyboy, how many times do I have to tell you...you can't leave your stuff anywhere. You left your book on the floor and Soda slipped on it." You truly tried to hold it in, but once he said Soda fell, you lost it. Wheezes came out as you tried to control yourself. You were met with the eyes of shocked and mildly offended Darry as he stared.

❥ You calming him down with kisses.

❥ Holding hands when you walk together.

❥ He will fix anything for you. He basically refuses to ever let you hire a maintenance man because he claims he can do it.

❥ Thinks about what you like when he buys groceries.

"Since when did any of us like Pringles, Darry?" Pony asked with a face of pure confusion. Darry grabbed the can of salty crisps from his hand "Y/n likes them, tell the rest of the boys not to eat them either" Pony nodded to his older brother, smiling at the fact that he cares enough about you to do that.

❥ Random slow dancing when you guys get bored. It seems cheesy to others but it makes you guys feel like the only people in the room.

❥ Him randomly picking you up just because he can.

❥ You running your hands along his abs under his shirt when you guys sit together.

❥ You two always making sure Johnny is safe and taken care of.

❥ Him promising that he will put a ring on your finger one day.

  ✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。

❥ He loves any physical marks on you both. Hickeys, bite marks, bruises, scratches make him go crazy.

❥ He loves how much bigger he is so he can bend and take you how he needs to easily.

❥ Is strong enough to keep/hold your hips down while he eats you out and overstimulates you.

“Im gonna cum!” I panted out for the second time tonight. My hips bucked up into Darrys face again, as continued too suck my throbbing clit through my high. Two hands snaked around my thighs, making he secure as he continued. “Give me a couple more, hon”

❥ Will not cum until you have at-least once because he puts you first.

❥ Takes his stress out in the best ways, the bedroom

❥ Burys his face in your neck and moans when he cums.

❥ Grabs your chin to force eye contact when you can't look at him.

"Look at me, baby." Darrys fingers were thrusting in and out of your pussy. Your head was over his shoulder and tucked into his neck, trying not moan out loudly. "Please-" your words were cut off when you felt his hand on your chin, making you look him. "You look so pretty like this. Keep looking at me, just like that." His words made you whimper, grinding into his thick fingers.

❥ Loves to cum on your ass after taking you from behind.

❥ He will whimper while getting head from you.

❥ Holds your hips and bounces you up-down when you get tired when riding him.

"Fuck, Darry!" you panted out, grinding your hips down on him. "Im tired, Dar" your movements came to a halt as you tried to catch your breath. "I gotchu, hon. I always do." His large hands came to your hips and slowly moved you up and down on his cock. "Faster please" you moaned out as your hands came down to steady yourself. "There you go, baby. Such a good girl for me"

✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。

[spacedace]

Reluctant War AU Part 3

Part 1 Part 2

More of the brain worm that has taken me over, gonna probably post it to Ao3 here before too long. Already got another part started and so many ideas for additional stuff, someone please send help I've been consumed by this thing lol

Sorry if Waller seems out of character, outside of fandom I'm mostly familiar with her through Justice League the animated show & Justice League: Unlimited and her vibe there has always struck me as "deeply incredibly unlikable character that also kind of has a point but also has done so much fucked up shit in the name of her goals that you don't really care about her point anymore." So you know, complicated lol. If she's completely unrecognizable let me know, but I'm hoping she feels at least somewhat like Waller.

Forgot to say this in the last update, but still feel free to use all this as an overly long prompt if yall want. Literally anything I throw out to the void should be treated as a prompt lol If there's anything at all interesting to you in any of this nonsense go for it <3 <3 <3

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Amanda Waller was someone who did what needed to be done.

Ruthless, heartless, vicious, cruel.

She’d been called it all. Wore the words thrown as insults as a badges of pride and valor. Because at the end of the day, when it came to the problems she was given to face, the issues she was meant to solve, those words meant she’d done what others had been too squeamish or cowardly to do. Life was a never ending slog of trolley problems and she the only one unshakable enough to pull the levers that needed pulling.

It wasn’t so simple as a matter of greater good.

Greater good was what the weak willed muttered to themselves after having feelings over doing the bare minimum. A justification used by people on all sides to do what they wanted with fractured, faulty logic thrown around like truth was a thing immutable. To assuage their guilt when they were forced to make a call they didn’t want to.

It wasn’t a matter of greater good. It was a matter of preservation. Of protection. Of digging through the filth to find the threats skittering beneath and crush them with ruthless abandon. Of facing a god and not blinking because if you did it could cost the world.

Of doing what needed to be done, no matter how underhanded or atrocious it was.

Hands dirty.

Hands red.

Hands wrapped tight around the throat of something that could threaten to destroy it all.

When the Ghost Investigation Ward had been shoved her way with it’s sucking wound of a budget, it’s bloated incompetent staff, its asinine methods she’d seen a rotted limb in need of hacking off. It hadn’t been until she’d been conducting her inspection, digging through the trash for a few pearls of effective agents she could snatch up and put to work elsewhere, that she’d truly seen what they were working on. The potential.

Potential to better arm themselves with in the forms of the strange new weapons being created.

Potential for threats far greater than anything even she had thought possible before.

The GIW as it had been when she’d first come across it was a fetid waste of time and resources. A laughing stock agency only secret because no one took them seriously enough to look. Made stupid and useless with its own conceited delusions of importance it didn’t actually have. Yet.

She went to work on it. Hacking away as she’d originally intended, but this time with a different goal in mind. She ripped out the weeds with bare, calloused hands and planted proficiency and loyalty in their place. She took over as director herself, tossing the self-aggrandizing fool that had been running the place into the ground to the dogs as the culprit for misappropriate spendings, saving the agency by tweaking things until their ballooning budget was pinned neatly onto the former director as an embezzling charge.

Then she got to work.

The Fentons were brilliant, if entirely insane. But Amanda could work with that. She’d reigned Harley Quinn in - more or less - she could do the same to the two deranged scientists that so eagerly wanted to be apart of the fight against the dead. Especially when the benefit came in the form of the inventions they threw together so easily, especially when those inventions were weapons.

It took very little to get them on board with her plans for the GIW. Keeping their focus could be a chore, at times, but she didn’t even have to really do much in the way of pressing to get them back where she wanted them. They craved knowledge and understanding nearly as much as they craved the eradication of the entities themselves. Letting them have the first look at a new subject here, free reign over a vivisection there, it took so little to fuel their fervor and keep them busy working on the projects she set for them.

Things had been going smoothly.

For a time at least.

Until Phantom.

He’d been the main focus of the previous director’s attention, the big fish he’d so desperately wanted to catch and put up on his wall. Amanda wouldn’t lie and say it wasn’t a tempting prospect, but not one she’d put above the other projects she had set in motion since taking over. No, Phantom was powerful, enough to be a real problem one day, but she could the awkward youth in the way he held himself, the inexperience in how he handled situations. She had time to get everything else in order before focusing on getting Amity Park’s would-be hero brought to heel.

And he would be brought to heel. One way or another.

Hands dirty.

Hands red.

Hands wrapped tight around the Core of a fledgling god and bending him to her will.

An artifact, old an powerful, recovered with some effort. A means of controlling specters, of chaining them to the will of the artifact’s wielder. Dangerous in the wrong hands. Dangerous in the right hands.

It was shattered, and even whole and functional Phantom was resistant to its power. But Amanda Waller prided herself in her ability to see the potential in things. It could be repaired, be made better. Even gods could be bound, be made to kneel, with the right pieces, with the right application of force.

It was just a matter of time to gather everything needed.

Phantom didn’t know he could single handedly destroy every last member of the Justice League. The baby fat, the innocent eyes, the split-second hesitations when he fought. He knew enough to be confident in fighting the usual ghosts that haunted Amity Park, but he still very much saw himself as a little fish. Maybe it was the part of him that was still Daniel Fenton, gangly teenager not quite sure what he was truly capable of yet.

She had time before the Fenton’s son truly became an issue. Time to judge if his parents’ obsessiveness would overcome their - rather shoddy, by Amanda’s estimation - parental instincts and continue to hunt him once they knew the truth. Time to get as much out of them as she could before hand, should they falter at the idea of attacking their own son. Time for the staff to be repaired and returned to working order, to get the other items needed for the truly big fish hidden on the other side of the veil between worlds.

She had time.

Until she didn’t.

Pariah Dark had not been something she thought she’d have to account for - not yet, at least.

If he wasn’t already dead, she’d ring the Ghost King’s neck with her bare hands. His arrival had opened Phantom’s eyes to what he was capable of, of just how big of a fish he was. Worse still, Phantom’s defeat of the war mongering King changed the state of play. Phantom was no longer an impressively powerful half dead teenager.

He was King Infinite.

He was an Ancient.

He was getting on her last damn nerves.

Phantom’s rogue gallery were now firmly under the boy’s control. Still distinct nuisances around Amity Park, but no longer considered true concerns. They were loyal to their boy king, delighting in ruffling his feathers but never crossing the line into treason or attempted regicide. Which meant that the GIW was the only thing that held his attention.

Amanda took the time to send a care package to the former GIW director in his tiny, dank prison cell. As thanks for his carelessness in revealing to the entire town - both living and dead - of the agency’s existence and their intentions. Had he stuck to standard protocol, Phantom would have been none the wiser to their presence. Would have scratched his head and shrugged his shoulders at the ghost that went missing upon occasion. Would have been boredly uninterested in the people his parents had begun working with. Would have been taken by surprise when they finally came for him.

But no.

No that self-obsessed, fame chasing imbecile had to go and announce to everyone and their dead mother that the GIW existed and exactly what it was they were in Amity Park to do.

Phantom knew what they were there to do.

They could only count on his naive certainty that he could broker peace with them for so long.

Peace. As if he and his people weren’t the invading force, the monsters slipping in through the cracks between worlds, the latest threat that had to be accounted for. As if he himself hadn’t rent their world asunder himself in another world, another time. No. Peace was not something they could hash out with this baby-faced monarch with his too-big crown. Peace was the assurance of safety, security. Of control of the situation.

There could be no peace.

The higher ups were somehow surprised when Phantom took that to mean there would be war.

Amanda Waller was not.

The Fentons, as suspected, took the right side when all was revealed. Steady hands and flinty eyes as they crafted the weapons that would be needed for the coming fight. Minds even sharper in their maddened grief, hearts set on revenge for the son lost and the entity that stole his face and friends and sister in his garish pretense at humanity. They were blinded to the reality of the situation in its entirety, the potential in what their son truly was, but at the end of the day it didn’t really matter. They did what she needed them to do, they could believe whatever it was they wanted so long as they did.

By the time the boy king and his armies marched upon the Amity park facility, preparations had been put into place. The base in Amity had been stripped back to bare essentials, everything of importance moved to more secured locations.

The weapons labs.

The artifact.

The girl.

All tucked well away from the front lines where Phantom and his motley crew could not reach. Their time to be put in play would come, but not yet. First she needed to gauge what Phantom and his people were capable of, what they were willing to do in the name of what they wanted. Amity Park was a pawn well sacrificed on that front. As were the other facilities she’d left easy to find.

The problem with making children gods, with giving them crowns and calling them King and giving them armies to play with, was that they thought there should be rules. That even in the trenches tearing apart their enemies, there was a certain level of playing fair that everyone was held to. They thought there was a way the world worked, of how things should be that blinded them to more effective options even as time stretched on and desperation set in.

It was the Dead’s problem though, not hers.

She reached out to the Justice League. Sour faced, unhappy, bitterly reluctant to accept that she needed their help. Stone faced and barely containing their rage at what little they knew of the situation, they agreed to a meeting.

She didn’t let herself smile until she was well and truly alone in her office.

Greater good. A lie people told themselves. A fairytale told to children. A means of convincing the weaker willed that they had no choice, that they had a noble duty to bend to. A belief that could be wielded like a weapon if the fantasy of the idea had dug in deep enough. And there were few it had dug into so deep as the members of the Justice League.

Amanda Waller was someone who did what needed to be done.

Hands dirty.

Hands red.

Hands clenched tight on a victory long in the making.

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Part Four

[thelovelylolly]

Comfort

Summary: you go comfort Loki in the dungeons after Frigga's funeral. Warnings: angst, hurt/comfort, mention of death, little argument but its itty bitty, reader is implied to be more fem and has similar abilities to loki, let me know if i missed anything :) Notes: in honor of loki season two coming out this week, here's loki content! i love him so much and this will probably get worse when the show comes out (I MEAN THOSE SHOTS OF HIM IN A SUIT????? YALL) also i wrote this with one of my ocs in mind, so sorry if there are any more specific details than usual :)

Loki watched as you glided down the dungeon stairs, making a gesture to the guards to put them at ease. You stopped in front of his cell, your body and usual outfit concealed by a black, mourning cloak. Loki could see dried tear streaks on your cheeks, but your expression was neutral.

“What are you doing here?” He spat, pacing slowly.

“I’m here to see if you’re okay,” you replied calmly.

Loki scoffed. “You come down here to comfort me instead of fighting against my father’s orders, like you always did, so I could mourn my mother with the rest of Asgard.”

“I did try, but Odin didn’t budge.”

“Well, you didn’t try hard enough.”

A tense moment of silence followed, then you turned to the guards. 

“Please let me into the prince’s cell,” you ordered in a calm voice.

The guards quickly obeyed and you stepped in, the cell closing you in with Loki. Then, you used your magic to shield the both of you from the rest of the world, casting an illusion to everyone outside the cell and sound proofing it.

“I know you’re frustrated-“

“Frustration can’t begin to describe what I’m feeling!” He exclaimed, causing you to flinch at his tone, but you quickly regained your composure.

“But you did this to yourself, Loki! You weren’t able to go to Frigga’s funeral because of your decisions and the consequences of them!” You paused to take a deep breath. “I was there when she died. I tried to defend her, but they were stronger than I am. I wish…I wish I took that blade instead of her, but I can’t change that, just like how I can’t change what you did and your punishment.”

Loki’s cold gaze softened a bit, his jaw clenching as he turned his back to you. “You don’t understand any of this, darling.”

“Maybe you forget that she was the closest thing I had to a mother. She is the reason I met you, that I allowed myself to fall for you. It’s because of her that we were allowed to court, Loki. I do understand this, I understand you.”

Loki didn’t answer, allowing you to keep going.

“The first night you spent down here, I went to Frigga. I needed to talk to someone about you, about my feelings, and I knew she would be there for me. After I talked things out, she told me she had hope for you. She wanted you to be better, and she wanted to free you from here as soon as she thought you had learned your lesson. She loved you, she wanted you and I to run away from Asgard to live our lives peacefully and happily. She…she wanted us to be married and start a family like we dreamed about. She wanted you, her son, to be happy.”

You saw Loki’s shoulders start to tremble as soft sobs escaped his lips. He quickly crumbled to the ground, his hands covering his face as he broke down into sobs. You quickly went around him and crouched in front of him, your cloak pooling around you two. Your arms wrapped around his neck and he hid his face in your shoulder, soaking the fabric of your cloak with his tears.

You held him tightly, running a hand through his hair comfortingly. You felt tears of your own start to form, but you blinked them away quickly. You had cried enough, now you needed to comfort your love.

After a few minutes like that, Loki pulled his face away and met your gaze. You cupped his cheeks and wiped away any stray tears. The sight of his bloodshot eyes and tear stained cheeks broke your heart.

“I love you, Loki,” you whispered softly, your voice shaking with emotion.

“I love you, too,” he replied just as quietly.

His hands fell to your waist, holding you close as he pressed his forehead to yours. You didn’t kiss, neither of you wanted to. You just wanted this. The quiet, the closeness, the vulnerability. Loki was scared to show this much emotion to you, even though you two were in love. He didn’t want to burden you or make you think he was weak. Maybe he did regret what he did, but only because he nearly lost you.

“Loki…” You said softly, trailing off as you slowly pulled away from him.

“I know,” he replied, letting you go.

You stood up and walked past Loki, who was still on his knees on the floor.

You stopped, looking over your shoulder. “My illusion will last for at least another hour. I will be back tomorrow.”

With that, you left the cell. Loki watched as you glided up the stairs, your cloak trailing behind as you disappeared and left him alone once again.

[barbiecrocs]

Serial.

Michael Myers

What seems to be the unluckiest day you've ever had is also the most enjoyable.

tags- fem!reader, horror, soft gore, breaking and entering, size difference if you squint, rough sex, blood, piv, monster fucking (just bc this man is monstrous), dumbification, hair pulling, 90s ig, the mask stays on during sex. WC. 3861

Barbie's note... can't believe I used to be on my knees for this man. Like I used to be in the trenches frfr but if yall like him enjoy. after all I did write it to be read. I might go back into hibernation btw.

 The storm that brought your birthday party to an early end sends most of your friends home for the night. The bipolar winds knock leftover party cups and plates into the pool. The storm seems to be having a party of its own in your backyard. It practically plucks your backyard apart bit by bit. You raise your hands to your temples and rub them in stress. The only thing you could do was sit on the sidelines and watch.

 "Sigh, the sound of rain is so therapeutic…Too bad the storm is destroying your backyard. This is not a pretty sight." You hear an oncoming voice say.

 "Kate, you shouldn't be so relaxed. You have no ride home now. You should've gone home with your sister and the others. It's raining cats and dogs now." You complain and look over to Kate, noticing her outfit.  "Did you get that from my closet? You took my whole ‘My Melody’ set! Even the slippers! I only have one set! The rest are just shirts! I was going to wear that after my shower!" Your eyebrows furrow in distaste for her stealing one of your favorite pajama sets. She could've at least asked right? Man, you really have to kick her out. You roll your eyes.

 "Jeez, take a chill pill, don't get your panties in a twist. I wanted to leave, but I guess I took too long to take a shower and get changed out of my swimsuit, so they left without me. She told me that she was going to come back after dropping everyone else off." She starts to tap on the glass with her acrylic nails as her eyes flicker back and forth between you and the glass. "That doesn’t make any sense, she’d just be wasting more gas and my time.” You roll your eyes. “Jeez, no need to be in such a time crunch, your bed isn’t going anywhere, anywhere far at least,” Kate says. ‘Ugh! So insensitive at all times.’ You think. “You know Kate, I had other things planned tonight!" You huff.

 "Ooh? What did you have planned that was so important? It’s almost midnight-. Oh. OOOH? Is it what I think it is? Were you and Miles going to fuck? Is that why you’ve been hanging by your phone so much?” She says, continuously poking your arm. Your cheeks run hot as she continues to press you with flustering questions. “Maybe that’s why you’ve had such a stick up your ass because you’ve been waiting for him to stick something up there. Are you keeping it ready for him huh? It’ll slip in nice and easy-.” “KATE!” You interrupt, practically steaming with embarrassment and shyness. “What?” She snickers. “Did I hit the bullseye?” “Just… Just shut up!” You stomp. “Fine. Fine. You wanna take another dip in the pool to cool down? Or perhaps the rain, does that sound like fun? Becoming one with the rain. It sounds lovely, an absolute dream." She smirks, unlocking the backdoor. 

 "No, no it doesn't sound like a dream. It's a hot summer night turned lukewarm and I bet the rain is uncomfortably warm too-" "Come on!" She interrupts, yanking you outside so hard that you topple over, good thing you were still in your swimsuit. Can’t say the same for Kate though. 

 She starts to skip around the pool playfully as if the rain was nonexistent. "Kate, ugh! You little shit, you're lucky I'm still wearing my bathing suit! Plus, you're getting my clothes wet! What was even the point of taking a shower if you were going to go back outside? Sigh You know what? You should stay outside and really be one with the rain. Have fun!" You shut the door as she runs over, slipping on the wet pavement.

 "Hey! Don’t leave me out here! Come on, it was just an impulsive decision. I was just having fun since the party was ruined! Loosen up a bit!" She yells, muffled through the thick glass of the backdoor. You put your fingers in your ears and pretend like you can’t hear her. She’ll be fine, the rain was warm, plus there’s a patio set with a waterproof hood so she doesn’t have to stay in the rain.

 'Great, now I have a mixture of chlorine and rainwater on me.' As you walk inside the house you notice that you left the TV on and overhear it from your open kitchen.

 *T.V static* "Emergency news coming to you live from Los Angeles, California. The news channel where we relay urgent news in under five minutes!" Reporter Nancy says while thrusting her hand in the air to represent the number five. "Nancy, stop, this is serious news. We are here to relay information about a serial killer sneaking into backyards and killing residents living there. Numerous calls were made to the emergency hotline, 911, saying that there was someone in their house or giving us details on what the deranged man looked like. He stands somewhere around 6'7 and wears a dark blue jumpsuit. He wears a mask that hollows his eyes and he has brown hair-"

 The TV suddenly cuts off as if it was unplugged, yet everything looks in check. It wasn't unplugged, the TV isn't smoking like it's broken, the power is fine, and it's not like you turned it off manually or remotely. 

'Wow, it's the first time I actually sit down to watch the news and the TV decides to cut off.' You think.

 You bang on the TV in hopes that it'll cut back on, but no luck. "Ugh, old ass T.V.! I told mama that she should've gotten a new one! This shit is so outdated. We have had this since I was ten! That's a decade!" You pout. 

 You look out the glass backdoor and see Kate, happy as ever, texting someone on a huge duck floatie in the pool with little to no rain outside now. Like what the hell? It was just raining. You unlock the sliding door and call out to her. "Hey, Kate. You should come inside now. It would be a hassle for your sister to drive back over here. You should spend the night." You say, cursing yourself for your generosity. "Really? Now you want me to come in? I'm good. There's no need to be so concerned. We're on private property. No one else can enter without permission, that's illegal. Plus, the rain is warm just like you predicted. She should be fine while driving, seriously. I'll just wait until my sister picks me up. You act like I'm ten years old. I don't need supervision." She rolls her eyes.

 You return the same energy with an eye roll. "So naive, your funeral… Just know that I will be locking the door." You mumble and pull in the curtains. If she doesn't care about her safety then neither will you. Your objective was to take a shower, not look after her anyway.

  In the middle of your shower, you hear the house phone ring. You let it ring for a while before realizing that Kate can’t answer the phone for you. With a long sigh, you rinse off, grab a towel, and head to your room, wanting to put some clothes on before going downstairs. You throw on a Kuromi pajama shirt paired with loose black shorts and head downstairs.

 'Was Kate expecting a call? Maybe it’s Kate’s sister and she’s here to pick her up. Maybe it’s Miles? We were supposed to fuck for my birthday tonight.’ You skip down the stairs, hoping that it was the latter, and pick up the cream-colored phone just to hear heavy breathing on the other side. 'What the hell?' You think. 

 As you're about to hang up your movement is forcefully put to a stop. You feel your heart sink as a painful throb begins to travel up your arm, making you drop the phone on the table. You fully tune into this sound as if nothing else around you matters. It’s so loud in your head even though the phone is no longer in your ears. Every nerve inside your body is tense and telling you to hang up, but the breathing is so captivating, trance-like if you will. Listening to the sweet sound as if it was someone humming your favorite tune or singing a soft lullaby. It's so alluring, arousing almost. It mentally sucks you in and the noise alone brings a physical warmth to your skin, supplying false comfort like a hug. It takes away the pain in your arm just as fast as it gave it. As you listen for longer you start to notice the raspiness in the voice. This wasn't like a white noise machine or a random audio on loop. There was someone behind it. In and out, in and out, in and… 

Suddenly, you hear Kate scream bloody murder and you snap out of your trance, unplugging the phone and rushing toward the back door. Yanking the curtains open and analyzing the pool from inside, the scene that is held in your eyes is mortifying.

 Kate lays there on her back, lifeless in a puddle of her blood on the rubber duck floatie. Her hair is a mess and you can see signs of a struggle on her body. The stressed clothing, choke marks, and some of her fake nails are broken off, leaving her fingernails bloody. Her phone is no longer in her hand, but slowly sinking to the bottom of the pool. Heh, it looks like it still works, the screen is on. Blood flows out of the stab wounds on her throat and chest as the light rain continuously tries to wash them away.

 Your eyes frantically scan the pool area for the culprit. And somewhere in the darkness that is the other side of the pool, you see a tall figure step forward, making you jump back from the glass.

 A man in a dark blue bloodied jumpsuit, standing around 6'6 - 6'7, wearing a mask with brown hair. Just seeing this man triggers something in you, as you've unlocked a memory. Have you seen him before? No way, that can't be possible, there's no way that you've seen him and not run away screaming. Then it finally clicks. He was the murderer that was described on TV. He fits the description perfectly. The mask, hair, height, the only thing the description was missing was the blood.

 Goosebumps tatted your skin as you begin to panic. You hold still in hopes that he has bad eyesight or somehow can't see you through the clear glass door, as if that's possible. He remains completely still and at some point, you wonder if he really can't see you. Maybe the mask messes with his vision?

 Suddenly, he starts to make his way around the pool and so you run into the living room to dig in the couch cushions for your mom's pistol that she keeps for "unexpected guests". 

 You hurriedly load the gun and speed back to your place, tripping over a bunched-up rug. You tip back and fall flat on your butt and point the gun in his direction, waiting for him to round the corner. Your hands are shaking from adrenaline and your nerves are high. At this point, you're hyper-aware of everything happening to you. Blood is coursing through your body from head to toe because of this intense situation and yet… you feel a second heartbeat, this one wasn't in your chest, it was between your legs. Why was your body doing this?

 Was this turning you on? You feel obloquy and disappointment fill your heart as you think about such taboo and shameful things. Many thoughts swarm your mind, but everything is put on hold as he rounds the corner.

 He stands in front of you, only the glass door standing between you both, but it isn't long before he busts through it. Glass comes shooting your way and you shut your eyes and cover your face in defense, not realizing that you dropped the gun. You were too late to protect yourself properly and tiny shards of glass grazed your skin. Some cuts are a little deeper than others, but the overall damage was minimal. Luckily, due to the adrenaline, you couldn't feel the pain.

 You open your eyes when you realize that the gun is no longer in your hand. You look around on the floor until you notice unfamiliar shoes planted right in front of you and snap your head up just to see his dark, hollow, eyes staring at you. 

 In a panicked rush, you continue to search for the gun you dropped, trying to keep your eyes on him. Patting the area down like a dumbass, you still couldn't find it. Only for a split second you look away and grab it, but a large hand roughly grabs you by the neck and the other snatches the gun away, throwing it somewhere towards the stairs. Your hands' fling onto the hand choking you, attempting to tear him off of you. No avail, his grip was firm and you were slowly, but surely losing air.

 He lifted you with ease and put your back to the other glass door that wasn't broken. Trying to cause as much of a hassle as you can, you thrash around, kicking and punching, but it wasn't doing anything to his firm body. 'What is this guy made of?'.

You start to feel hot tears prickle in your eyes and your face feels like someone is sticking pins and needles in it. Heat piles in your chest and your heart starts to beat slower and slower. After what seems like a lifetime of flopping around, you finally land a good kick to his stomach. His grip softens on your neck and you loudly gasp for air, coughing up a storm as spit lulls out your mouth and down your chin.

 All too quickly, he grabs your legs and wraps them around his hips to stop you, putting you both in a rather intimate position. With you being pinned to the glass, you stop resisting and catch your breath. 

 As you calm down, you notice just how close he is, how you can practically feel his heart beating through his chest, how his leg is tucked snuggly between your thighs, and all of a sudden your feet can’t touch the floor. The mood between you two was shifting from panicked to steamy. You felt ashamed of yourself for thinking in such a way. You could die right now, but all you could think about was how big and warm his hands were around your neck. You could no longer find it in yourself to even look in his direction. But your surroundings are all too familiar, nothing else besides him can keep your attention.  

 His grip tightens on your thighs as he leans into you. With closing distance, the more you can feel his clothed length slowly push against your thin shorts, twitching and aching to be sheathed in your now soaking, cunt. You wrap your arms around his neck and shut your eyes as you wait for him to plant a kiss on your lips. Instead, you feel surprisingly warm kisses along your jawline to your neck. His lips find your sweet spot, making you jolt in pleasure. As he starts attacking your neck with hickeys and bites. You feel a cold hand travel from one of your thighs to the hem of your shirt. He tugs on the fabric, signaling that he wants it off. “Go ahead.” You say, layering your hand on his as he slips your shirt off. Squeezing one of your boobs with the other hand. 

 Your naked back forcefully pushes up against the cold glass and it isn’t long before a cold shiver rushes up your spine, making your back arch fiercely. “Ah, c-cold!” You hiss. He looks around and spots a comfy couch in the living room, covered in fuzzy throw-over blankets that were used for cold movie nights. He throws you over his shoulder and then plops you onto the couch, his hands immediately moving around your waist and snaking up to your chest. He takes a second to admire the naked flesh in his hands, kneading and kissing it. He’s never felt something so soft and smooth in his life. Considering that his life was a very hard one, this felt like heaven on Earth. 

 You wrap your legs around his waist and pull it closer to your clothed entrance. His fingers loop around your panties and drag them down, swiftly. A string of shlick leading from your pussy to the wet spot on your panties. He brings the panties up to his nose and sniffs them, making your cheeks run hot with a blush. “Perv!” You beat at his chest. 

 He takes off his jumpsuit as he stares down at you. Broad shoulders, muscular chest, dark eyes, and abs sculpted by the gods intimidating and turning you on simultaneously. He continues undressing and pulls his boxers a little bit lower than his thighs. Your eyes almost pop out of your skull from how big his dick is. Yet it fits in his hand perfectly. 

 He gives it a few long strokes before lining himself up at your entrance, raising your hips to level with his tip. “W-wait. I don't think it’ll fit.” You whimper, trying to close your legs, but are blocked by his waist. He stands still for a second, thinking about what to say. Instead, he shrugs his shoulders considering that he doesn’t talk much. He prods his tip at your entrance and slowly sheths himself mostly inside you, letting out a deep guttural groan. Your arms subconsciously try to claw at his back, but can’t wrap around it, clawing on his shoulders at best. “FUCK!” You scream, tears prickling in the corners of your eyes. “You’re too big.”

 You lay on your back, trying not to move an inch, scared that he might rip you in half just from it being inside you. He puts a calloused hand on your cheek and wipes your tears, trying to soothe you the best he can without words. Your grip on his shoulders tighten when you feel him push in more. “Wait!” You weakly move a hand to his chest. “Stay still for a moment. It stings so bad.” You throw your head back onto the armrest of the couch as you bite your lip in pain, almost drawing blood.

 After what seems like an eternity the pain is finally gone and now you can enjoy the dicking that you were supposed to get from Miles. You wonder what happened to him. Maybe he canceled without telling you. ‘Ugh, dickhead! Ghosting me on my birthday?’  You brush off that thought and tell him you’re fine now. He pulls out halfway and slowly thrusts back in, making you feel every inch of him. Your whole body quivers from how deep he was inside you, plunging farther than your fingers ever could. “Oh fuck!” You claw. He starts to pick up the pace, with each thrust fucking you further into dumbification.

 You practically scream when he starts pounding your g-spot, making you breathless. “So good!!~” You hiccup, trying to focus on not being fucked dumb. So much that you didn't realize him switching positions.

 Suddenly, your stomach is pressed against the back of your brown corduroy sofa as your knees dig into the pillows and cushions beneath you. He stands tall, towering over you from the back with one hand tangled in your hair. His free hand returns to one of your hips and he pulls them closer to his length, lining himself up again. He wastes not even a second going slow this time. He thrusts into you, immediately finding your G-spot and pounding it. The position does wonders for you as his balls repeatedly smack against your clit, making your back arch immensely. That’s it. That was your last straw before turning dumb. Your nails dig into the couch and your tongue hangs out your mouth, trickling drool. He lets out a deep groan when he feels your walls squeeze around his dick and suck him in, signaling that you were close to cumming. 

 A familiar heat starts to spread over your body and it isn’t long before your walls go from squeezing to trembling. “Fuck, Fuck FUCK!!” You thought you screamed, but to him, it just seemed like fucked out babbling. Your pussy gushes around him, triggering his orgasm. He fucks both of you through it, almost to the point of overstimulation. He finally pulls out, allowing all the cum and shlick to ooze out of you. Both of you watch as it drips onto the blanket below you, making you giggle. “Heh, oopsie.” You babble, still fucked out.

 Your tiredness catches up with you and you fall limp on the couch, rocking in and out of consciousness. He picks you up and searches the house for a bathroom. He starts to run the water and steps out for a minute. The sound of running water and a loud thud from the living room snaps you out of your unconscious state. ‘W-what the fuck?’ You stand up on wobbly legs and head out of the bathroom, finding out that he put you in the downstairs one. You feel a cold gust of wind and look towards the front door. It’s open with the man that was just balls deep inside of you standing hunched over. You have a bit of trouble walking over to him, but eventually, you make it. You try to find an opening to see what he was looking at since he’s too tall to look over. 

 You fall on your butt in horror when you realize that it’s Miles, dead and the fully clothed mysterious man was dragging him away. A puddle of dried blood on your porch gives away that he was dead for a while.

 “What. The. FUCK!” You had such a nice time with this man that you forgot he was a murderer. For heaven's sake, he killed your best friend Kate. “Who are you?” So many questions run through your head at the same time. ‘Why did he kill Miles?  When did he have time to kill Miles? Why didn’t he kill you too? How does he know about you?’ He throws Miles over his shoulder and turns back to you. It looks like he’s going to raise a hand at you, instead, he reaches into his jumpsuit and pulls out a gold name tag with the name ‘Micheal’ on it. He throws it into your lap and disappears into the darkness of the night. “What…What the fuck?”

[crookedkryptonitebeliever]

Best and Worst of Both Worlds (part 10)

Tw: injury on Yves, mentions of vomit, short chapter

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Short chaprer today guys and omg i didn't expect the reaction towards the fight between monty n yves, a good number of yall seem to root for monty??

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Enjouy

Part 11

You rested your head on his lap as the policemen took his statement. Yves spoke politely and gave them all the necessary facts over what had happened. He stroked your hair and soothingly rubbed your shoulders.

As it turns out, he paid for your consultation as soon as he came in. Said a few words of caution about Montgomery to the receptionist, giving her time to assemble an army of mall security officers.

"All done." He whispered into your ear. You woke up choking on your snore, he patted your back as you coughed over his shoulder.

The policemen were finished, you and him are free to go home.

You and him arrived at your place by 6pm. Your housemates were of course nosy pricks, crowding around Yves to ask him about his recent injury. He dismissed them with impeccable manners, ushering you into your room and locking the door behind him.

You wanted nothing but to flop into your bed. However, Yves urged you to take a shower first and have a change of clothes before doing so. You begrudgingly did what he asked of you, taking a longer time because you're lethargic from today.

But that gave him just enough time to prepare a delicious bowl of clear chicken soup. How lucky you are to have dinner freshly ready as soon as you get out of the bathroom.

He fixed a bowl for himself too, sitting down next to you.

You slurped on the soup as if your life depended on it. Hell, you didn't even need a spoon, you simply began drinking from the rim of your bowl.

"You're going to upset your stomach again. Take slower sips and please use your spoon." He lectures you, paying no mind to the 7 pairs of eyes watching him from the hallway.

You felt like an animal being observed at the zoo. Yves must have sensed your discomfort, as he offered to take the meal back to your room. You nodded and followed him past your housemates' ogling eyes.

In the end, you found peace by having dinner with him on your study desk. He borrowed a chair from outside and brought it inside.

You have caused two of his injuries so far. The burn on his hand and the bruise on his face, the guilt is eating you up because Yves treats you so well, it felt too good to be true. With this much sacrifices he made, he must be expecting something of equal value in return. You know you can never fulfil it no matter how much you tried.

He's too perfect, you can't keep up with him. You feel like a crusty, ugly gremlin next to him.

You're starting to feel uneasy again in this relationship, you want to get out before you're in too deep. So you started to ponder on ways to break the news of your decision, maybe if you tell him over text--

"I want to talk about us." He spoke out of the blue. You feel chills down your spine, you don't fare well with serious, heavy topics. But you can't just run away from your own home.

You gulped and decided to tread carefully, asking him to go ahead. He set his spoon down and looked at you with his good eye. The other one is concealed by his perfect curls.

"I regard you as my romantic partner and you think of me the same way."

That is... true. But you think that Yves saw you as a trial run. He probably is seeing other people in the meantime to find the best fit, something akin to getting a job. You know that's how people in big cities date.

"I'm a monogamous man, (name). I expect you to be monogamous as well." He dabbed the corners of his mouth with a piece of facial tissue.

You remained silent, not knowing what to say as usual.

He lets you squirm for a bit under the uncomfortable pressure of quietness. However, it was this awkwardness that caused the gears in your head to turn.

You think he is implying that he has no one else aside from you, so he isn't... trying out other tasters? You're too shy to ask, so you took your revelation at face value.

You didn't have to. Because he clarified what he said a minute later.

"I am not seeing anyone else. You shouldn't be either."

That's much better. You let your shoulders sag in relief. You might think that went unnoticed, but Yves is also elated that you're also hoping he had no more space in his heart for others.

He thinks that is enough for now, Yves knows you get overwhelmed easily. He will save his other expectations and boundaries when you're a lot more settled into life.

You picked your spoon back up and continued drinking the soup, enjoying chunks of chicken and carrots along with it. You wonder if this simple dish was elevated because it's made by someone you admire. Because you knew on normal days, you would find this excruciatingly bland and even make fun of it.

When you finish, Yves bowl still looks untouched. He is undoubtedly the slowest eater you've ever met, watching him eat was like witnessing a real life posh etiquette class take place. He never fills his spoon to the brim and he scoops his soup using the edge, pushing upwards at 12'o clock on the bowl. He only drinks from the side of the spoon, never the tip nor did he ever put the entire spoon into his mouth.

He wouldn't hunch down, instead having the spoon come to him as he maintains a straight posture. His other hand rests on his lap.

He's so silent when consuming his dinner. Yves never slurped or let his teeth hit the metal spoon.

You're bored but you wouldn't want to talk to him. It will only serve as a delay in finishing his bowl. It would be rude of you to tell him to eat faster, so you don't want to do that.

"(name), could you please prepare me a glass of water?" He requested without looking up from his bowl.

Say less. You're already at the door. Finally, you have something to do.

He smiled as he heard you closing the door.

"Thank you, dear." He took your phone that you carelessly left on the table, in his hands. He removed the cable that's attaching your device to his power bank.

Yves keyed in your password flawlessly, unlocking it for him to access everything.

--

"Whaat!? That's so badass though!"

"I know, right! You lucky bastard, I wish I had a man like Yves."

"God, he's so dreamy..."

Your housemates hounded you in the kitchen, pestering you for information and actually treating you nice. All you wanted to do was fill two cups with nice, crisp water.

"Well, when's the wedding?"

"Yeah, he's like.... he's like a perfect malewife. You gotta put a ring on it."

"It's too early for them to marry! And don't you mean a husband?"

"No, a malewife."

"That's not a word, it's husband!"

"S-T-F-U CEO of simp, don't try to steal him away from (name). You don't even have a chance!"

"You all are always so mean to me!"

"We wouldn't be if you didn't steal every date that we invited over!"

You quietly slipped away while they were distracted with their bickering.

You entered your room and closed the door behind you, locking it so none will try to barge in. You apologized for taking a while, your housemates were holding you back.

He's still eating his soup! He barely made a dent in it since a while ago.

He thanked you as he took his cup.

"They're childish, aren't they?" He commented, taking small sips of his drink.

You agreed, but you knew they're just not compatible with the likes of you. And you didn't say more because you wanted him to finish his soup as soon as possible.

He took another piece of tissue, folded it and daintily tapped his mouth.

"Would you like to finish the rest of my bowl?" He asked, you said yes because you didn't want it to go to waste and you're still mildly hungry. He stroked your head as he rose up from his seat, collecting your empty dish.

He left your room to clean up.

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Yves left after dinner and you felt relieved that you didn't need to explicitly tell him you want him out. Regardless of how you feel about him now, you still have a "Yves-interaction" quota daily. And yesterday's events exceeded that far beyond the limit. It's not that you dislike him, you feel yucky if he lingers for too long, you felt suffocated and watched. You're not used to that yet since you're alone for most of your life.

It would be a lie to say that you weren't disappointed that he didn't give you a kiss this time, not a hug either because he said he was filthy. That made sense, despite him running numerous wet wipes over himself and changing into his spare clothes he kept in his car after the fight, he did fought a man who was covered in dust, paint and your own vomit- in a clinic; where germs run amok. Plus, you showered already, you wouldn't want to do it again.

He blew you a kiss instead, which was equally as heart fluttering as an actual kiss to the cheek.

You sat on your bed, kicking your legs into the air. Thought about Yves is keeping you occupied for a while. It's late and you should be going to sleep, but you're too giddy and perhaps mildly nauseous because you end up helping yourself to another serving of the soup after he left.

You were snapped out of your trance when you heard a ping from your phone. You muted the notifications from your group chat so it couldn't possibly come from your housemates. You don't have any friends to speak of, hence it only leaves two possible options: Yves or your phone carrier demanding payment.

You got up and picked your phone up from the desk. It was charging using the outlet there since Yves found the plug next to your bed to be faulty. You wonder how he caught that.

It was a text from Yves. It says:

"Just reached home. I will visit you at noon tomorrow."

Looking at the time, it's been half an hour since he left.

It takes thirty minutes to drive from your place to his, and you know that there's a high-end neighborhood that takes a two hour long bus ride to get to. You managed to get yourself lost there on the day of your move-in.

That checks out. He belongs to the affluent.

What does he see in you? The feelings of insecurity came rushing back and your urge to pull away again is as strong as ever. This isn't right, you're going to have your heart broken to bits!

Acting on impulse, you began drafting up a long paragraph telling him that you're not so sure if this relationship is going to work. But you were interrupted by another text from him.

"Do not stay up too late. You tend to catastrophize at night."

Oh.

You deleted your paragraph. Wait, how does he know that? Look! You're doing it again! He is right, you do see the world as a worse place when the sky is dark. You should go to sleep now.

You sent him a short "good night" message. Yves sent one back.

You went to bed a little jittery.

__

You couldn't sleep. The adrenaline or stomach butterflies didn't wear off at all. It's now five in the morning and you're still wide awake, as if you took fifteen shots of espresso.

You so badly want to bother Yves, but he's probably asleep and you might seem clingy. And that's cringe to you.

So you grabbed your bag and contemplated going somewhere, you have 7 hours before he comes by.

The mall is closed and Montgomery probably frequents there, so that's a no go. The library in the University is open 24/7, they provide free tea, coffee and snacks before the sun comes up. But you have enough money to get something decent from a convenience store, a 10 minute bus ride away.

You're not necessarily hungry now and the weather is quite nice before dawn. You think you would enjoy sitting at the park, watching joggers of all ages try to get their steps in. However, it's going to take a longer bus ride to get there since it's in the city.

You scratched your head and weighed your options, keeping in mind that your judgement is slightly impaired due to sleep deprivation.

[thisfanisgonesorry]

hi if you're still taking requests, I can't get the idea of arthur somehow being in the epilogue, alive and thriving, working on the ranch with john and his family and just being happy

IM IN LOVE WITH YOU!! omg thanks for the req <3 i hope u enjoy it cutiepie, sorry it took me a lil bit

ending cowrote by @megbimbo loml

tags: yall are in the epilogue, making this an xreader since im basically useless if i dont but its light so dw, canon deviation obviously, high honor arthur. very angsty because my little gremlin brain could not just make him healthy but HE IS HAPPY!! MY BOY IS A HAPPY CAMPER!!; i usually write 1st person but i got possessed so heres a 2nd person fic (never doing this again, sorry if its shit), genderneutral but implied fem reader. milking the cows was the most pleasurable part of the epilogue after the absolute shitshow i had to endure that was chapter 6. arthur milks the cows for that exact reason. some medical terms i know that probably werent viable to use back in the day but idc. some cowboy stuff i learnt as a wee lass when i had a horsey. so many tags ill shut up now. (i got sad at the end of the fic because i realised you cant kiss him. that made me sad.) also water pump distance ref because its.. not as close as i thought it was.

♡

You and Abigail tended the house while Arthur and John were outside, doing god knows what, their manly chores. Jack and Uncle had a day trip to Blackwater, running errands and such, getting groceries, the works. Jack needed to get out of the house and Uncle needed to get out of doing work.

“I’ve got this.” Abigail spoke, taking the plate from your hands. A brisk nod and you wandered off outside to check on the boys, mostly worried for Arthurs wellbeing, as you tended to be. As the years dragged on, the remaining gang had been accustomed to not treat Arthur like he was fragile, which often than not, resulted in him being injured or overworked in some capacity or another.

You knew well enough that John would take care of Arthur and not work him to exhaustion, especially in this blazing heat, but nursing him back to health after things went south all that time ago wasn’t an easy job, and when they were building the house, he had a pretty bad flare up. 

There was a slight sound of wheezing coming from the distance, your ears perked slightly, rushing down the main steps and looking around. You could vaguely see them over by the water pump in the distance.

Arthur was sitting on the ground, John hovering over him, rubbing his back slowly as Arthur coughed and spluttered. You rushed over to them, evidently worried.

“What happened?”

John looked over to you, softly speaking. “He pushed himself too hard.”

“Yeah.” He spluttered. “I’ll be fine.”

You kneeled beside Arthur, rubbing his back as John pulled away to fill the bucket with water to continue their water run, also so Arthur could take a handful and drink some, hopefully hydrating his throat enough to stop him from tearing his oesophagus. 

Water Runs; They were dreaded, the water buckets would get heavy, and in heat like this, you’d need to do the runs multiple times a day to keep the animals hydrated. It got worse if the water troughs were under direct sunlight, the amount depended on the day, the weather and the animals, but the horses needed the extra water this summer, as did the sheep and the cows. All around, it was an awful chore.

Arthur, being the horse lover he is, would be quite adamant in keeping the horses up during the heat, making sure they’re okay. Though, because of the humid air, it was causing his illness to worsen. He slurped up a handful of water, and his coughing let up slightly.

“You need to rest.” You spoke firmly, as John picked up the bucket and walked it over to the remaining troughs, walking over into the sheep pen so he could keep a keen eye on Arthur momentarily. 

“I know, I know.” He groaned. “John and I have a lot of things to do.”

“This is John’s ranch, not yours. Sit down for a bit.”

“But the horses—”

“But nothing. You can care for them later this evening.”

Your voice hung in the air sternly and he pouted like a child, he needed to sit down and rest, to be removed from the hot and muggy air. Once the blazing sun begins to set and the air begins to cool, he would be allowed to go back to his duties. 

John waddled back over with the bucket, filling it up but lingering before he delivered it to the other animals. “Don’t worry, Arthur. I can do this on my own.”

“I want to help.” He spoke sternly, trying to stand up but weakly clutching his chest as he required the aid of you and John to get to his feet.

“How many other chores have you got today?”

John took the conversation away from Arthur, now more than just on board with the concept of letting him sit down and rest for a while. “Just the water, feeding, and milking the cows.”

“I can milk the cows.” Arthur objected.

You sighed, looking over at him, knowing he would rather keel over than be useless. He was a helper; for as long as he’s been known by any of the people on this ranch, he’s always been willing to help people. His need to work died down drastically since he’d been adopted to live on the ranch, but that didn’t mean the lack of drive didn’t eat away at him.

John raised his hands in a defeated shrug. “Let him milk the cows.”

“Fine, but I’m keeping a close eye on him.”

“That’s probably for the best.” John shrugged, with his shoulders this time, grunting as he picked up the bucket, continuing the water run. 

Arthur had a horrendous side eye on him, though he restrained the urge to say something snarky, “I can do this on my own.” He spoke instead, as he began to stride his way to the barn. 

“I know.” You responded, following behind him. 

He seemed upset at the sudden switch of attitude, even after all this time, he wasn’t used to people treating him like he was sick. For the most part, people didn’t, but, for equal parts, he didn’t often tell people that he was sick, instead playing to be super cautious whenever around anyone new.

He took a seat on the stool beside the cow and you stood behind him, leaning against the pillar.

“I’m fine.” He reassured as he slowly milked the cow, the metal panging sound of the bucket being hit with liquid filled the barns silence.

“I know.” You repeated quietly, not really paying attention to the words leaving your mouth. “Jus’ making sure you’re okay, we’re bein’ careful, ‘s all.”

“I don’t need it.”

“I know you want to act like you’re okay, but you’re not. You’ve had a few close calls. We’re just trying to keep you...” You trailed off, not wanting to say the blunt words that weighed heavy. We’re trying to keep you alive.

He stayed silent as John slowly opened the barn doors, entering almost silently and taking the milk pail as it filled to the top.

“I’ll deal with this.”  He said briefly, leaving us quietly to continue our discussion.

Arthur stayed painfully silent as your words lingered heavily in the air, John was quick to disappear into his jobs, and Arthur stayed on the stool, petting the cow softly.

“I get it.” He spoke after a long pause of silence. “I’m sorry, I just...” He rotated his hands in a motion to gesture the continuation of his sentence, not really wanting to finish it himself.

“Just come inside for a bit.” 

He sighed in defeat, standing up from the cow and patting her softly as he removed himself from her side. He really suited this life, and it’s a darn shame that he can’t do too much with it. 

He walked inside slowly, dragging his feet. 

“Don’t get sulky.”

Uncle and Jack returned from Blackwater, pulling up in the wagon. Abigail had left the house to greet them and assist them while John did god-knows-what, something or other to do with the milk. 

Jack and Uncle were having a conversation, or maybe an argument, about something in Blackwater, and they were asking Abigail her opinion as they unpacked the back of the wagon. 

Arthur didn’t necessarily expect anyone to understand the struggles he had to deal with, he was dealt a poor hand, and partially, it was his fault. His days were numbered, and despite the unconditional love and support that everyone offered him, it only did so much into elongating that timer. It was a silent rule that we all knew it’d happen, and once it did, we’d most likely all point fingers on who’s to blame.

“Arthur.” Jack called out, grabbing his attention from his dreary thoughts and tossing him a fresh notebook. It lifted his spirits almost immediately. “I noticed your old one was getting full.” He responded plainly.

“Thanks, kid.” He smiled, still very clearly unwell and needing to rest but his mood had been lifted slightly. He walked through the front door quickly, wanting to get through before they’d be rushing things to and from inside the house. 

He walked over to the fridge and pulled out a cold glass bottle of water, looking over at you begrudgingly as he sat down on the dining room table and flipped through the soft new pages of the notebook.

“Any idea what you’ll do with it yet?”

He shook his head plainly. “No, I might draw some of the horses. Been a while since I drew Boadicea, or Rachel.” He shrugged. “Could draw Neil if he’d stand still.”

“That’s good.”

“Might go up to Owanjila at some point.”

“You could make a day of it.”

“Yeah, I could.”

You let out an exasperated sigh. “Can you stop doing that?” You cursed at him, agitated by how he was acting. “Don’t get upset at me over this.”

“I was fine.” He gritted his teeth.

“You were on the ground struggling to breathe.” You bit back, emphasising every word. He didn’t respond, just glancing away from you. He knew you were right, but didn’t want to admit it since it was inherently showing more weakness. “You...” You trailed off briefly.

“Sorry.” He mumbled, interjecting the conversation. “Jus’.. Don’t wanna be useless.”

“You’re not useless, you’re sick.”

“I know but—”

“Don’t you even try to compare yourself to Uncle.” Arthur stayed silent as you hit the nail on the head. “You did enough work today. Relax. Draw, journal, something. You have a few hours until the sun sets.”

“Fine.”

“I’ll make a deal with you.”

“What?” He was beginning to come across as overly defensive, though softened into a defeated sigh as you tried to compromise.

“Abigail gets angry at me, she don’t like how I do the dishes or clean clothes.” I rolled my eyes. “I’ll pro’lly try to help with the yard work. You can do more with less hassle.”

“I guess.” He shrugged.

“Weather forecasts think that it might rain sometime this week, means less work here, we can go to Owanjila.” He wasn’t too keen on it being babysat but he accepted it nonetheless.

“That’d be kinda nice...” He trailed off.

“We can do some fishin’ so they don’t think we’re bein lazy.” It was clear who the ‘they’ was in that sentence, which made him laugh in a silent exhale. “You can draw some of the scenery, set up a mini camp and just.. Have a day off. Hows that?”

“But—”

“Stop. You need to stop.”

“I’m bored!” He said, clearly agitated and exhausted. “I need something to do, ‘nd everyone jus’ wants me to rest but I gotta do somethin’ or I feel like shit.”

“I just suggested something.” I said sternly.

He looks around the dining area, chewing the inside of his cheek as he considers the idea. He sucked on his teeth slightly.

“Tch... Fine.” He admitted, like a defeated child.

There’s a long moment of silence, and you reach across the table to hold his hand. He continues to avoid eye contact, and his hand doesn’t hold yours back. 

Arthur’s voice is barely above a mumble; so sulky for a man so strong, or so he claims to be. Your eyes flickered between his gaze and him, waiting for him to speak. Arthur, desperate to look literally anywhere else, found himself staring at John’s taxidermied squirrel. If you didn’t know any better, one would probably assume he’s admiring the finest piece of art the 1900s has to offer. He seems to linger on the concept for a while, which worries you. You can’t help but wonder what’s going on in that mind of his.

The silence blares in your ears for a bit too long. Clearing his throat, Arthur looked you in the eyes.

“We’ll see how things go.”

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JONATHAN AND GN!READER AND THEIR ANTICS !!!!!!!

Antics w/ Jonathan and Reader!

I did a similar post yesterday!! (Linked at the end, hopefully, I'm mobile and sometimes tumblr can be weird)

I'm so so sorry it took my so long to get this request <\\3 I was trying to come up with new ideas so it could be different than the other ask <\3, which I highly recommend checking out! Imma be real I'm not totally confident in how this one turned out so that second post can be like an extra/make up <\3

I wasnt sure if you wanted this to be platonic or have them dating so!! It's mostly written as vague in that department!!

Jonathan doesn't strike me as the person who goes out and does things a lot

Just. Wake up, work, home, sleep, repeat.. he'll sometimes send texts to friends and family to schedule a lunch here and there but

That's about it, hes not very social

So a lot of these antics are really going to be made through you making the plans; with the shenanigans really being unplanned byproducts

Honestly I can totally see Jonathan starting shit with someone, be it accident or on purpose, prompting both of yall having to hightail it out of the area

Reminds me of that part from one of the diary of a wimpy kid movies, where greg n rodrick do that fake puke prank on the guy and have to make a run for it

Actually I can totally see yall subtly being menaces and fucking with people

Maybe not a fake puke prank persay but

Yk?

No crime stuff; I only really see that becoming a thing after he becomes Spot! Both from how he worded his whole "turning to a life of crime" thing and the fact he just

Lacks the experience and confidence

Moving on

Maybe it's just my "let's get silly with the writing" part of me, or it's my need for chaos (arguably the same thing), but

I feel like

Somehow, you guys would accidentally probably maybe kinda sorta

Wreak havoc in ways spot could only dream of (before doing the whole. Bouncing across the multiverse thing)

Yall could probably start the day wanting to go to some food truck and

End it by spending a night in jail

Neither of you are allowed anywhere near food trucks after that /j

No but serious note, Jonathan is basically a hermit, he doesnt like leaving his apartment unless he has to; people are just, so

Eeuuughchk!

So when you two hang out it's either his place or yours

But that's not to say it isnt fun!

Hes got normal stuff people have in their homes, like board games and consoles

And also science doohickies

Yeah people have that in their houses, that's a normal thing

Ngl if you give him any ideas for machines or whatnot hes totally going to give it a try

See previous post with a trans s/o, he would make the transgenderinator if you asked him to

Well now hes just turning into doof

Ykw

I feel like he'd take you to alchemax to show off stuff but like

If you asked nicely

How can he say no to that face?

And also he has no backbone

That's not to say you would pressure him, though! Because that's not cool, dont pressure people. But like, he would cave in the way of "I know it's not that serious and I know they'll probably understand if I say no, but I don't want to ever risk disappointing them ever in my life, so I'm gonna say yes!" Kind of way

He just like me frfr

And this is assuming you even know about alchemax

Which personally, unless you're in some way associated with it, I'm p sure be would have a strong boundary to keep you out of it

This is really just turning into a general ramble <\3

Anyways

I dont have many ideas since I struggle with general hcs like this but!! Yeah!! Definitely recommend the linked post for a better more cohesive (?) List of ideas and hcs!! This post kinda

Made me realize I dont have many hcs for Jonathan outside of making his personality a smart pathetic science man

Gotta fix that , give him some hobbies n stuff in the future

Link to a similar post!

[the-trinket-witch]

Practically Perfect...Or Not So

(Give it a read on AO3 if you felt like) Technically Chapter 5.10 for the fic, but I thought Yall might like this one even as a standalone.

Yuu took off with Albert to try finding someone, anyone, who could help. The two went back and forth over who they could scrounge, both ending up landing on conscripting Malleus. He had to concentrate on his magic, but between that and running drew up a sweat of blot. His frustration grew once again, if only because of the congestion of the event. One could hardly see over the throngs of people to even navigate their way. The Diasomnia central tent bore no fruit, so the only other option that they could think of was scout across the Club booths. They somehow found him at a lone booth for ‘Gargoyle Appreciation Club’, but what disturbed Al was how he had been moving at a normal pace versus the rest of the attendees. The thought rippled down is back at the implication that he was going to ask such a powerful mage, who could bypass his time magic, for help. The two ran up, breathless. His knees knocked in an attempt to keep him upright. It was probably best to let Yuu do the talking.

Tsunotaru-We need your help! It’s at the Purple Stage!

“What’s going on? Are you alright?” Malleus asked.

We need to go, can he stay here or have somebody get him to the infirmary?

“I -gasp- just need to sit,” Al heaved. He fished his phone out to call his partners, “Go go, please! Hey, Azul-I don’t want to scare you, but I need you to get me from the club booths; I need to get to the infirmary.” There was no response outside of the click of the call ending.

Back the phone went to his pocket as he sank to the cobblestone. He couldn’t risk lying down, so the table sufficed as a backrest. Just for a moment he let his eyes close with one quick glance at Yuu and Malleus disappearing in a flutter of green lights.

He didn’t know how long he’d been out. It must not have been long as his partners weren’t anywhere in sight. But, a familiar voice immediately jolted him out of his rest. He squinted up to find an unfortunately familiar face.

“AL! What’re you doing? You look a mess!” An older man barked. “I’m so sorry, Mr. Khan; but…this is my… ‘son’. I have to get them somewhere quick.” The phrase sounded as if it left a disgusting taste behind.

He knew that voice all too well, as one might with a chronic illness. That voice that he could tell was only feigning concern to hide embarrassment. His body was wrenched upright with a tug of his arm. Al winced at being ripped off the ground, not that he thought his father would care. Now that they were close the two could talk in hushed shouts.

“What the hell’s the matter with you? Fallen over like some sloppy drunk. And what’s on your face?” he quietly barked. He wiped a streak of blot trailing down his son’s forehead.

“Mr. Eastwind-Go help your son. I can take care of myself for a bit,” The tiger beastman stated.

“Thank you, Mr. Khan. It won’t be long.”

Albert’s father wrestled for some kind of grip on his son as he made off with him. Al, though, knew he had to wait for his partners or they’d worry. He tried pulling his arm free from around his dad’s shoulder.

“-gitoffeme-'' he muttered, “I have to wait…for The Guys…” He yanked away only to be drawn back into his dad’s support. “I said, ‘GET OFF ME’, TOM!”

Some unknown strength sent his fist careening into his father’s face. His face twisted in fury, eyes burning, blot pooling in the corner of his mouth. That ichorous sludge freshly coursed through his veins. Part of him revelled in the quickly swelling face his father looked back up at him with. How dare he try telling him where to go?

“What?! What are you doing? The hell’s the matter with you-I have to get you to the infirmary, since apparently you can’t do it yourself,” Tom chided.

“I actually did a lot of shit, myself, no thanks to you,” Al growled. A wet itch in his arm demanded he strike out at the man, but he held firm. “I’ve learned about a whole different world than ours, I learned how pointless trying to plan for everything is, I even did a bit of soul searching. I wanted to be just like you, once,” he choked back a harsher bark. Or it could have been tears for all he knew. “I wanted to help people, keep things from falling apart…Fuck. All of that. And Fuck. You. I’d rather be a Chimney Sweep. At least they seem to actually be there for their families!”

"How dare-You’ve never talked back to me. What’re you talking about with ‘being a Chimney Sweep’?! Where's the child I knew back then?" his father demanded.

He knew exactly what child he’d been referring to. The one he’d been mistaken for even before he recognized himself as Albert. "She never existed. But you have known that…if you. Were. ACTUALLY. THERE!" Al bellowed, black ichorous tears welling in his eyes. There was that final push.

That sour black taste in his mouth returned, expelling itself out with violent force. The rest of him erupted into a burst of ink, screaming in either pain or rage. The wave receded to reveal a jagged, blot-stained semblance of the man previously there. He ascended to tower over his father on kite-like blotted wings. A dark umbrella-esque coat clung to him, along with a strap of blot serving as some simulated scarf. An ink-wrapped claw reached out to grasp at his father's shirt, clinging tighter than comfortable. He didn’t register or care about the burst of screams and scattering of patrons. All that mattered was the increasingly terrified face his father wore.

"I've grown a lot since we last met, I've become so much stronger than you could imagine. I've also figured out a neat little trick with my magic. I'm going back. Mom isn’t going to die, not if I throw you in the driver's seat." His face twisted in a hideous grin, eyes burning and feral.

Albert’s father struggled against his son's blot-stained grip, losing his foothold as the two ascended further into the air. The mention of the circumstances of his wife's death sent an awful chill through him; his struggle only hastened as they rose higher and higher off the ground. From behind his son he could see a large bubble of darkness begin to take shape. He could only helplessly watch as the mound drew magic from Albert to define its shape: Curved and angular, black and splotched with red, armed with a clockhand as some type of spear. The man’s focus immediately jostled; his attention was demanded elsewhere.

"I never got to know you, so it'll be a lot less painful next time~ I might even visit on your deathbed; Mom wouldn't lie and tell me you were 'just fine'," Al growled. That eldritch smile further split his face far too wide at the possibilities.

______________________________________

Azul’s blood chilled hearing what Albert just said over the phone. The tiredness in his voice didn’t help his heart either. No time to waste; he dashed off without saying anything. Jade and Floyd instinctively followed through the throng of people. Something like a stone weighed on their guts as they had to begin pushing back against fleeing pedestrians. It had been made all the worse as shouts and cries intensified as they encroached on Club Row. A large dark bubble morphed to tower over those fleeing; horror and disappointment washed over them as the incarnation began to take shape. Floyd and Jade took to strong-arming their way through; two shark fins slicing through the current. Their size helped the three find a break in the crowd to find their human partner ascending on dark inky wings. Some poor sap had been snared in his grip; looking closer, Azul could find semblance and pieced together that it was his partner’s father.

"Albert, stop!" Azul howled. He didn’t want to get too close, but a gale kept drawing him closer. "Don’t do something you can't undo."

Albert craned his neck all too crooked to find the source of the voice. The hideous sneer melted from his partner’s face, wantonly sending his father flying with overblotted strength. His face distorted to one of adoration and deranged excitement. A flutter of his blotted wings sent him swooping directly into Azul’s face. The mer could now better see the state of his partner and all his ink-spattered unhingement. Seeing that too-wide smile conjured imagery of a shark circling prey.

"That's the thing, Love, I can undo things. I learned how I can possibly go back in time. Think of the possibilities," Al crowed. "I can go back, I can fix my past, we can fix our pasts~" Al declared with a cacophony of voices not his own. "We can fix E̵̱̼̝͖̙̓͊͛͑̏̐v̸̨̛̛̩̺̬̞̹̩͆͝ȩ̴̹͇̫̹́̎͒͋̉̃͜ͅr̴̨͑ẏ̷̮̤̝͎̬͈̓͛͑t̷̼͈͝h̵̭̒i̶͕͖͖̠͂n̴̯̰͓̺͐ͅg̷̲̪̜͎͙̙̀͒̆̑͂͘̚~ Come with me."

His kite-like wings kept Albert suspended off the ground as he encroached further. An awful shiver snaked down Azul’s back at his unblinking human; nothing seemed to matter to the man but him. Not the screams of terror, not the gust threatening to evolve into a cyclone, nor the sound of Riddle, Floyd and Jade close ranks around Azul. Al rested gloved hands on either side of the mer’s face, oh so gently as to not potentially break him. His own face barely contained the frenzied glee behind his words, but he floated, quiet, waiting patiently for his partner’s answer.

"Oh Seven, you have to stop. You can't do this-you could destroy everything going back-you have to calm down, or this is going to kill you!" Azul pleaded. It took the entirety of his will to not recoil from his partner’s now cold and viscous touch. He had to think of something to bring him back.

A twitch of his eyebrow might have given away his hesitancy. He retorted, "But…We'll have all the time in the world! Please, let me show you that I can-let me fix this for you. I know you want to change things." He enclosed his partner’s head between his hands, mantling overtop of them to focus their attention only between each other. Even hidden away, the entirety of the world around them felt drawn to a crawl. His own interrogation, in a bubble of dilated time for nobody and everybody to see.

He did, Great Seven did he really want to. The ball was back in Azul's court on whether to answer in truth or skirt around the answer. From the wings caging him in, to the grip his partner had on his head, every animal part of him screamed to run. The most he could hope for was the dig his nails were making in his palms to steady his nerves. He sucked in a breath through his teeth, "It’s incredibly tempting. And any other instance, I would. But…I can't stand the thought of losing you to do it. I don’t think you can do all of this safely. Tell me…you won't hurt yourself doing it…and I’ll go."

Albert hesitated a moment. Azul could see the gears turning behind those blot-leaking eyes. But, after a moment, he flung out-claws wide-in a shrug of confidence. "Of course, Love! Don't worry about me, I'll be fine, I'll keep you sa-" the words spilled from him before he could stop. But by the time they had been uttered he realized his mistake. "No… no no no, No!! You played the long game…and you take advantage, now of all times…You'd planned on me offering my magic this whole time…" his voice buried itself in a cacophony of echoes. Inky tears beaded in the corners of his eyes. The large blot-beast sprang once again ready to attack.

He hung his head at tricking him, but it was all he could think to do to make sure he couldn’t hurt anyone. "This is for your own good. I can't say I won't take it, but you'd left me no choice. You're messing with a force you can't control, especially in this state. I can’t lose you-" Azul started. It was true, this wasn't some long con, but even as he could feel the newly acquired magic course through him, he knew this wouldn't be the end. He had to chew on his lip to keep from tearing up.

"LIAR! You're free from your end of the deal so you're just going to get as many lies out as you can," Al spat. "I can see right through your lies, his lies," he pointed with a glare at his father, "I'll have my magic back, one way, or a̷̙̬̺̍n̷̲̣̈̏ơ̷̳t̴̻̎̽h̶̠̀̑ȅ̷̻̼̪r̷̬͉͔͋." The two swung in unison at the group, dividing them between its attack.

"Kajiki-you're gonna hurt yourself! This isn't cool," Floyd retorted, pulling Azul back to the safety of the group. Mr. Eastwind in turn scrambled to hide amongst the Boys.

"I'm not letting you get away," Albert growled. He held his umbrella aloft, whirling it in the air. His magic kicked up a gale of wind, encircling everyone with him in a twister. The gust caught under his wings, sending him up into the air. "I still have my wind magic, and you can't take that from me!" He let out a deranged cackle before swooping down towards everyone.

Everyone scattered from under him; Floyd, Riddle and Jade took quick shots at Al as he dove into range. Flames and ice crackled on his wings, making his ascent difficult. He threw a gust at the fire to blow it out, but the damage still left him at a lower altitude with battered wings.

"How about I take your breath away?!" Al mocked, twirling his umbrella once again, kicking up the speed of the wind surrounding them. The suction drew out the remaining oxygen around them, killing any other fires thrown his way. Azul, Jade and Floyd exchanged another worried glance, being taken back to that awful interview. Each held a breath trying to think of what to do. Riddle could only gasp against Floyd as he drew his pen back. He commanded a jetstream of water towards his friend, knocking the umbrella out of his hand.

"Now don't you start in, too," Albert growled at Riddle. "I don't have qualm with you."

"But I have qualms about your actions. This isn't like you. You can't keep going like this-Off with Your Head!" Riddle choked as the air continued to thin.

The collar flashed onto Albert's neck with a clang; the rest of his magic sealed away. Without his wind he dropped out of the sky into a heap. He weakly propped himself on hand and knee, the drop forcing the air from his lungs. The gale surrounding the group began to die to the sound of everyone's gasps for air.

Quiet. Bystanders had all fled by that point, and anyone left were licking their wounds. All heaved a moment in an attempt to catch their breath. Azul and Floyd cautiously approached him and the tattered wad of wings still clinging to his back. The Blot Beast bellowed before sloshing between them all. It lashed out with a stamp and swing of the clock hand spear in its grasp. They jumped back to avoid it, being pushed further and further by each of its swings. Jade caught a peek behind the beast: he could see Albert gasp his breath back. It took more than a moment for him to stumble back up right. Al turned, ink dripping from his eyes and mouth, and eyes still clouded in Blot. He grit his teeth and with a pop, the heart-shaped collar disappeared. His face twisted in regret at Jade discovering him, before teetering off into the woods. He leapt a couple of times before finally regaining flight to flit away.

"He's running! Azul! You have to get to him before he does anything else," Jade warned as he returned his attention to the incarnation for another wind-up blast.

Azul darted off, disappearing from sight as he paused time to keep from having to dodge slashes from the incarnation. The magic that wasn't his felt entirely different from what he'd used before, so he could only blip through time in quick spurts.

[sunshine-vx]

Across Space, Time and Dreams (ASTaD) (Ch. 15)

(Blankshippers DNI)

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(Extra notes: YIPPIEE!! Here's chapter 15, everyone! I had everything done today, so I thought I'd post a week early than I usually do! This chapter may come off as a bit repetitive, both because it's to help with the certain structure and way of presenting the points within the chapter, as well as me kiinda struggling just a bit with it, so I apologize for that. That aside, I hope yall enjoy it!)

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(Hi guys! As I just told yall, I have something important to tell yall-- and don't worry! It's not anything like the fic getting cancelled! What it is, is that I'd simply like to take a little bit of a break, (as I have been focusing a lot on this fic for quite as while), along with being able to take more time on publishing the next chapter. Chapter 16 will be the longest chapter in the entire fic so far, and by a long shot! I, and those who help with this fic (mostly my sister lol), want to be able to bring the next chapters to life as we have the previous ones, but it'll take longer due to the chapter's length (and importance-- no spoilers, all I'm saying it is IS important!)!

I'll try not to take too terribly long, but there may be delays, although I hope there aren't any, and I don't really have a set length for my break, although it probably won't be anything more than a month at max! Again, I PROMISE this fic will not end up abandoned and unfinished! At most it may just take a while to update!

That's all I've gotta say for now! If I think of anything else, I'll add it here when and if it comes to mind! Thank you all SO much for yalls patience and support, and of course, for reading! I'll see yall next time, and I hope yall enjoy this chapter!)

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Ingo sat at the bench outside the Wallflower, eating by himself and deep in thought. He had awoken this morning to a strange feeling; That he needed to do something, but didn't know exactly what. He asked Lady Irida, Lady Zisu– and Lady Sneasler, when he was doing his morning warden duties– if he could take a day to himself, and while that wasn't exactly his normal attitude, Ingo just told them he needed time to think about something important. Of course, they all understood. This could be a test run to see how well the other people running his jobs for him would do. So far, it seemed like they were doing great.

Everything had been taken care of. The Battlegrounds, his Warden Duties. There was nothing else to worry about. Ingo could finally focus more on his origins. But even so, Ingo felt like he had one more thing to do before he took any real steps forward.

Then, it came to him.

Reflect. Self-reflection.

He just needed to think about it.

For his entire time in Hisui, around five whole years, Ingo had felt like some parts of him were missing; And it was more than the fact that he could only remember his name when he first appeared in this land. 

As repeated time and time again, he was a stranger to this land and its ways; He looked differently, spoke differently, acted differently, dressed differently. Even his relationships with Pokémon were almost instinctually different. Although he didn't really mind- regardless, his own little unique ways; His peculiar outfit, the particular way he talked and the words he used, how he viewed Pokémon- they all felt natural and good to him.

"Sometimes I say things, and I don't know what they mean, but they give me a feeling of familiarity and power."

Because of these things, Ingo had always felt like he was probably from somewhere else– and recently, he had come to the conclusion that he was from a different land, and a different time. Akari, someone in the same circumstances, had set off some vague memories in his brain. She was more similar to him than anyone else in Hisui. She had given him hope regarding his origins, his memories. 

And she and Rei had helped him hit the nail on the head. So what was stopping Ingo? He could go approach Rei and Akari right now, ask for Dialga and Palkia to help him show him his origins at that very moment. 

And he wanted to. But something else was telling him, maybe, just maybe, he needed to wait a little while longer, to do something important.

So he would. 

Ingo felt like he needed to self-reflect on the memories that had come to him in his time here so far; To reflect on things that gave him a particular feeling, a feeling of comfort, of familiarity. 

The first thing that came to Ingo's mind was where he had remembered some seemingly important things.

Wayward Cave. He should go there.

And so, Ingo finished his food, thanked and paid the cook accordingly, and made his way out of Jubilife Village.

As Wayward Cave came into view, Ingo felt a warm feeling well inside him. He always felt almost at home in Wayward Cave, and enjoyed his job of escorting people through it. Ingo walked inside Wayward Cave, and his eyes were immediately drawn to the torches. He especially liked the cave with those torches; Not just because it led the way through, it also just seemed…almost familiar. As if a tunnel with a light source in it was comforting for whatever reason. 

He remembered telling Akari some peculiar things within Wayward Cave.

"I recall, faintly, that I had a partner once. A precious one. Its name escapes me, but I remember that it wielded flames with mastery. If only it were here, I'm sure it would light the way, luring us onward…"

As Ingo remembered this, he stopped right beside one of the torches. As his mind raced and was empty at the same time, he reached out and grabbed it, holding it with one hand to his side.

This made Ingo feel…happy. But also sad. Was this what it would be like to walk through Wayward Cave, if his once-precious partner were here with him? Even though that thought made Ingo feel sorrowful, it also brought great comfort to him. He decided he'd walk the rest of the way with it in his hand, as if his partner was there with him, even if he couldn't even remember what exactly it was.

As Ingo made his way through the cave, he remembered another thing he had said here.

"I'm starting to recall a man who looked…like me. We'd battle and discuss Pokémon, I think…The words "I like winning more than anything else" flashed through my mind just now…"

Ingo felt saddened by this. He felt like this man had been precious to him, too; But now he wasn't here. 

Ingo felt like maybe he had walked paths like the one he treaded through Wayward Cave with this man, as well as the partner Pokémone he had remembered, even if it wasn't as vivid.

Ingo took a breath in and looked up. There was nothing else in this cave that Ingo was drawn to with his jumbled up thoughts.

He continued forward.

Ingo felt saddened when he had to leave the torch within Wayward Cave, but he didn't want to cause any hazards outside. He carefully leaned the torch on the wall of the cave, before making his way outside. 

After a minute or so of walking, Ingo spotted a fellow Pearl Clan member looking…anxious to say the least. Ingo approached him, and the person yelped, whipping around, before sighing in relief when they saw it was just Ingo.

"Don't worry, Fora, it's just me." Ingo said, "You seem upset; Is something the matter?"

Fora sighed, "I wouldn't say 'upset' per se, but…I was trying to retrieve berries for my family like I usually do out here, but there's some dangerous-looking Pokémon blocking the way. I hate to bother you with this, but..do you think you could help me out?"

Ingo nodded, "Of course I can, just show me where to go."

Fora nodded and began to lead the way. As they walked, Ingo remembered how Fora said they were gathering berries for their family.

Family…Ingo suddenly remembered something else he had said, this time in one of the many ruins of Hisui.

"I can't remember my own home, nor my family, if I had any…"

If he had any…while what he had said was right, it being a fact that he didn't remember his own family, or if he even had any, saying he never had any family felt almost…wrong. 

Before he could think any further, Ingo was snapped out of his trance by Fora speaking, causing Ingo to stop in his tracks.

"Here we are…"

Ingo looked ahead, seeing an Alpha Luxray and an Alpha Mothim guarding some berry trees. Two Alpha Pokémon? He could take them out, but it wouldn't hurt to get some help.

The concept of Pokémon battling was also seen as a bit strange throughout Hisui, but most Pokémon seemed to enjoy it, and it felt natural to Ingo, having great skill with it as if he had done it for a while before he landed in Hisui– and he was always up for a good battle, anyway. 

"Fora, I have an idea." Ingo spoke, "Do you have any Pokémon, and any experience with battling?"

"I do," Fora replied, "but we're far from the best. Why do you ask?"

"Maybe we can battle together against those two Alpha Pokémon. I can take them down by myself if necessary, but any help wouldn't hurt- but only if that's okay with you, of course." Ingo explained.

"Oh! Of course I can do that!" Fora affirmed, "I mean, it's a bit of a new type of battling, but…I'm sure we can do it!"

Ingo nodded, "Let's do it, then!"

"Gardevoir, use Psyshock!", Fora ordered. Fora's Gardevoir's eyes lit up and glowed mysteriously, before sending a wave of psychic power over to the Alpha Mothim.

"Gliscor, Earth Power!" Ingo commanded his Gliscor. Gliscor stabbed the ground with its stinger, causing a crack to form underneath the Alpha Luxray, the ground erupting from underneath it. 

And as the power of the moves faded, the Alpha Pokémon stumbled. They growled, before running out of sight.

"Haha! We did it!" Fora exclaimed

"..Indeed we did." Ingo added, and as he took out a potion to heal his Gliscor, he was hit by a strange feeling of familiarity as he saw the wide smile on its face as it hovered towards him. Ingo smiled back, dripping the potion on Gliscor's wounds, congratulating it for its excellent performance in battle. 

A few moments later, Fora's voice caught Ingo's attention. 

"Aaand, there!" Fora hopped down from the tree, basket filled with berries. Ingo then handed Fora a potion as well, who thanked him. Fora's Gardevoir used its physic powers to hand a berry to Gliscor, who delightfully took it with its claws. Fora and Ingo laughed, Ingo giving Gliscor a pat on the head.

"Will that be all?" Ingo questioned. 

Fora nodded, "Yes, thank you so much, Warden Ingo! Your skill in battle is amazing!"

Ingo chuckled, "Thank you, Fora- you showed much skill, yourself. Well, I'll be on my way, then. Be careful out there!"

"You too!"

Gliscor finished the berry, looking content, so Ingo returned it to its Pokéball. Ingo stared at the contraption for a moment. The rest of the Pearl Clan deemed them as strange, but Ingo had been almost delighted when the Galaxy Team offered the inventions to them; It felt natural to use them.

Ingo shook his head, snapping out of his trance. He placed the Pokéball in his coat, turning to continue towards his next destination. 

As Ingo walked away and towards the mountain side, he ran the battle he and Fora had just done through his head. The concept of battling along someone's side made him…happy. Excited. Then, the thought of family came back to him.

He wasn't sure why, but he felt as if the two were intertwined to him.

Soon enough, the sun was setting, and Ingo needed a place to go for tonight. He then thought, maybe tonight, he'd rest in Lady Sneasler's den; He did that sometimes when he was having an odd day. 

Approaching the wall of the mountain that he had battled Akari at, Ingo took out his Celestica Flute and played it, alerting Lady Sneasler that he required her assistance. He put it back after he was done, and after some moments, he heard the sound of claws digging into rocks and feet bumping onto the surface. He looked up, and his eyes followed Lady Sneasler back to the ground as she let go of the mountain side and landed on the snow.

"Lady Sneasler! Thank you for coming," Ingo conveyed, "I am having a strange day today, and wish to sleep in the den tonight. Is that okay?"

Lady Sneasler trilled and flicked her feather out of her face. That was fine with her. Luckily, Lady Sneasler always made sure to bring her basket in case anybody calling her needed a ride. She set it on the ground, Ingo climbing in, and before Ingo knew it, he was being transferred up the mountain.

Ingo enjoyed being transferred by the Nobles, and was grateful to provide that possibility to those he could. Like every other obscure thing, it almost reminded Ingo of something, but he didn't know what. The idea of effective forms of transportation, especially one Ingo could help others with, was appealing to him.

Before long, Ingo and Lady Sneasler reached an easier part of the mountain to ascend. Ingo decided to exit the basket at that point, as he and Lady Sneasler would also need to gather grass and other soft materials for Ingo so he could sleep better in the den. 

After a while, they had gathered enough, and Ingo and his Lord made their way to the seat, where the den always was. When they got there, Ingo thought he'd ask Lady Sneasler one more favor.

"Lady Sneasler, thank you for your help! If it's alright, I have one more favor to ask of you." Ingo told his Noble, "If it's not any trouble for you, may you put the bed of grass together for me? I need to feed my Pokémon team before resting for the night."

Lady Sneasler chattered in response, being happy to do so. She took the grass they had gathered and entered the den.

Ingo approached the clearing outside the den and letting out his Pokémon team. They were excited to see him, and for dinner time, and they made sure he knew that. Ingo laughed, patting his Pokémon, talking to them and preparing their dinner.

"Hello, everyone! Good to see you all again– as it is everytime!" Ingo verbalized, "It's dinnertime, so make sure to eat up!"

Ingo handed each Pokémon a nice combination of berries, smiling as he watched them eat, happy to see them happy. He decided he'd play with them just for a little while, since they hadn't been out as much as they normally would today. Sneasler even joined at some point once she had finished setting things up in the den. 

As Ingo played with his dear Pokémon, he thought to himself some. Most people in Hisui were just now getting used to co-existing with Pokémon properly, but to Ingo, the concept never seemed weird in the first place; Compared to others, he had a strange talent of being able to work with Pokémon, which is why he became Warden in the first place.

Ingo loved his Pokémon and the idea of humanity co-existing with them; He was very glad and thankful the idea was being normalized now.

Soon, the moon was up in the sky, and Ingo decided it was time for sleep. He made sure to tell his beloved team goodnight, returning them to their Pokéballs. 

Sneasler and Ingo retired to the den, the kits fast asleep. Sneasler was also quite tuckered out, apparently, as she almost immediately yawned and laid against the wall beside the bed of grass she had made for her Warden, falling asleep quite quickly. Ingo chuckled. 

Today had been strange. Ingo had visited many things that felt familiar to him, having many thoughts and feelings, and while he felt just a little bit closer, he felt as if there was a lot more work to be done to find his origins more thoroughly.

And although Ingo felt conflicted, as he prepared for rest, for some reason, he felt comforted by the thought of tomorrow. Ingo settled down on the bed of grass and other soft materials that his Lord had helped him prepare so he could rest just a bit more comfortably in the den. Ingo was grateful, and even if it wasn't perfect, he didn't mind; He had slept in the cave before, and the presence of Lady Sneasler was quite a bit comforting in and of itself. 

One of Sneasler's kits, who had apparently decided to stay up, waddled up to Ingo and chirped, holding its hands out. Ingo chuckled and gently picked up the Sneasel, laying his head down, Ingo resting the kit under his arms on his chest. The kit seemed happy with this, seeming very comfortable as it closed its eyes. Ingo smiled.

And then, as Ingo soon drifted into sleep, one thought passed through his head; What would he dream of tonight?

Chapter 14

Chapter 16 (part 1 of 2)

[your-pal-nebula]

WordGirl OC Christmas randoms

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There ain't no way Silver doesn't go around putting mistletoe absolutely everywhere. Not because she's trying to catch anyone under it herself, but because she wants to see how much chaos she can cause by making random people kiss. Though she is aiming for her OTPs, Tobecky, Vicori, and Cool Artwork

Yall I just looked it up- the full moon is literally the day after Christmas- yeah sorry Marleen-

I keep picturing Razzle Dazzle running around the villain meeting Christmas thing or whatever sticking bows on everyone's head. It's something I used to do when I was little that I feel like is perfectly in character for him

RD's just running around like "AND YOU GET A BOW, LESLIE! AND YOU GET A BOW, MS. QUESTION! AND YOU GET A BOW, TWOBRAINS! AND YOU GET A BOW, COACH!"

There ain't no way Cori didn't text the villain groupchat like "Hey can I bring my little brother to the holiday villain meeting? He won't exactly get much of a Christmas because of our home life otherwise and yall are super cool people too. I promise he will behave himself the whole time"

And FYI the probably did let her bring Kyle because as established, she probably has to drag him to villain events every now and then in the first place so they already vaguely know and are cool with him

Marleen is definitely REALLY good at opening presents because of her naturally sharp nails now that I think about it- tho tbh he's probably also down to rip the wrapper off with her teeth as well

And speaking of presents, I keep imagining Silver using her pyrokenesis to scorch the wrapper off its presents- she's actually very skilled at it and can do this without burning the gifts to ashes, tbh she probably uses it not as a practically thing but just as a party trick to freak people out

Alynxai probably has to clean the snow off her horns whenever she goes outside

"I don't get cold" -Razzle Dazzle, refusing to put on something other than his shorts and a crop top in the middle of the snow

Okay so I've had this thought in my head that since Silver has pyrokenesis, her skin, particularly hee hands, are just naturally warm 24/7. Not burn everything it touches hot, but noticeably warmer than an average person's skin. This means you can see all of Fair City flocking towards the Twobrains Child during winter to warm themselves up

During Crimestmas dinner, I imagine Marleen wolf instincts would kick in and she'd just start eating the turkey with her hands and start ripping it apart with his bare teeth like a bloodthirsty predator and be growling and making other wolf noises or whatever

Maybe one of the other villains or two starts staring before they remember Marleen... isn't exactly in control of this and they just let him be a wolf for a minute

Speaking of Crimestmas dinner, they dinner table itself is split down the middle. The adult section and the kids section. Twobrains and LRW always have to sit on the edge of the adult section because they're the only ones with children.

"Okay, this one's from Marleen... *rips* wait... is this... are these my own pencils? And my own... jacket? What does that note say?... 'sorry I took these, I needed something to remind me of you when life got tough, but here's them back'? MARLEEN WHAT THE FUCK-" -Tobey during Crimestmas

[winderlylandchime]

3/3 *pauses tv* WHAT DID I SAY! BRIAN GET YOUR FLUFFY ASS HERE, YOU NEED TO SEE YOUR ANCESTORS FINALLY ADMITTING THEIR BIG BOY FEELINGS (Brian didnt come bc he’s hiding) and what would you do differently? Tell Blondie you love him two seasons ago? I’m surprised he doesn’t have Justins painting on the bedroom wall. Imagine if he did that during guitarist era. Back to love confessions! MORE TIME WITH GUS? I fuck with it. I love this path, it’s about to go to the i love you city!! AND I AM NOT THE ONLY ONE WAITING! JUSTIN IS ALSO FISHING!’ *he is sitting so stupidly that one wrong move would make him fall on the floor and hes mumbling* ‘come on, say it. Say it, say it (Brian says hed like Justin to move back in) HUH? (Brian says hed like it if they lived together) DOUBLE HUH? I thought you already did? (Justin says if hes proposing) what the fuck? Where the fuck did that come from? What does that have to do with anything?’ (Brian is now talking about wanting to be with Justin) ‘so youre telling me there was running back and forth and borrowing clothes AND I DIDNT SEE THAT? Yall couldn’t even give me Mike or Ted or Debbie jokingly pointing out that one of them is wearing the others clothes? I was robbed. (Brian now says the ‘as for the times’ line) OH MY FUCKING GOD. BITCH IVE BEEN WAITING TOO JUSTIN! IVE BEEN ROOTING FOR YALL MORE THAN YOU! *he is now standing up with hands in his hair and looking at me like he just did every drug in the world* ARE YOU FUCKING SEEING THIS?! Come on Bri, say it! Its right there, i know it. Why isn’t Justin saying anything? What’s going on? SAY YES BITCH.’ Mikey and Ben came up on screen and he sat down and let out the biggest sigh ‘havent i seen enough of you? You got married, you had a baby, you had a little dance and a cake. GIVE ME MY MEN BACK! Mike, no offense but can you have your midlife crisis in the next season? There’s like two minutes left and ive had a total of 10 minutes of Brian and Justin.’ Mike says they dont live in canada and their marriage isnt real *big sigh* ‘then fuck off to Canada, do whatever just give me back my boys!’ He is stressed out. He took his sweater off cause he got so heated. And the ep ends with Ben/Mikey having sex and he is NOT happy. He is staring at the tv as if it fell from the sky ‘what..the.. fuck..hold up. What? *looks around confused* Hold up. Wait what?’ He got up and walked around ‘SO hold up. *he is now standing in front of the tv..imagine the her sister is a witch video!!* SO I GET BRIAN AND JUSTIN AFTER NOT HAVING THEM FOR OVER A FULL EPISODE. AND BRIAN KINDA CONFESSES HIS BIG BOY FEELINGS AND ASKS HIM IF HE SHOULD CLEAR OUT SPACE IN THE CLOSET WHICH JUSTIN HASNT SAID YES TO YET. AND THEN CUT TO THESE TWO?! AFTER I HAD TO WATCH THEM THE WHOLE EPISODE? Be fucking honest, how much did Mike pay the writers for this shit because this is dumb! Where is Justin kissing hum and saying yes to moving in? Where is brian and justin fucking all soft cause he’s broken? Lets be real, nobody cares about these two. WHAT JUST HAPPENED? *walks out and rushes back* WHERE THE FUCK IS MY I LOVE YOU? I thought we all agreed it was time to say it? AND WHAT ABOUT LA? Is that out the window because he moved in? DID he move in? Stupid mike and his constant cockblocking *goes outside to smoke while yelling through a closed glass door* bullshit! I want my money back! He was supposed to sa- (here is where my neighbor came out to see wtf was going on and i joined them) oh hey, just one sec, ill be right with you. -say i love you! Thats what i wanted! I mean come on you gotta admit it was leading up to it! Stupid! I mean not really because he did say it in a way. He asked him to move in which i thought they already did but okay. And thats a big deal. This fully ruins my plans for what I thought season 5 will be like. *turns to the neighbor while she stared us* girl, can you make a coffee for me and can we talk cause you will not believe the shit I am going through. And-BRIAN! There you are! Get your fucking ass off the tree before you fall! One broken Brian is enough!’

SO I GET BRIAN AND JUSTIN AFTER NOT HAVING THEM FOR OVER A FULL EPISODE. AND BRIAN KINDA CONFESSES HIS BIG BOY FEELINGS AND ASKS HIM IF HE SHOULD CLEAR OUT SPACE IN THE CLOSET WHICH JUSTIN HASNT SAID YES TO YET. AND THEN CUT TO THESE TWO?! AFTER I HAD TO WATCH THEM THE WHOLE EPISODE?

Well, that sums up the end of S4 in a nutshell and perfectly too. And, your brother won’t believe it, but this is better than the end of S5 so…

I hope cat Brian is okay! One broken Brian is enough!

[onlyheretoread2]

Loving my storm part 5

2 weeks . The group had to camp for two week because they ran out of gas and Daryl would not let u walk. Some like Andrea and Lori complained but Rick agreed . But Rick stated that after 2 weeks the group was running out of food and the group had to move on.

It was decided to siphon gas from the truck and extra cans . Daryl would take his bike and storm reluctantly was pun in the rv. She hated being away from Daryl.

He clothes barely fit anymore. She was down to one white shirt and carol has put elastic on her Jeanes so she could still wear them

Storm was counting the days till little jaxon axle Dixon was due to arrive.

Daryl came up with the name one night thinking storm would laugh.

She loved it.

The group was only 3 hrs from fort Benning when the group came up on a road block.

Daryl rode to the front signing I love you to storm as he passed by. And through the block. He informed Dale he saw a way thru and the convoy processed. .

(the asl sign)

Halfway thru the convoy was stopped when the rv broke down.

"I said it... Didn't I say it!" Dale yelled before exiting

Everyone exited the rv to stand outside . Daryl walked up to storm . She looked pale and exhausted.

"baby?" He asked

"just tired I promise" "ur munchkin been kicking like hell"

Daryl put his hand on her belly as his son decided to make himself knownn.kick...kick...kick

"go test in the rv storm were gunna search cars " Shane stated. Storm went to lie down in the rv.

When she awoke it was to snarls. So she looked to the window seeing hundreds of walkers.

Storm stayed below the window till she heard rushed steps and the curtain piled back revealing her husband

"you ok?" He asked looking. Scared

"yeah .... What just happened"

"fuckin heard snuck up on us" ..."t dog hurt and Carol's kid ran off" he stated

"o God Sofia?" Where's carol"?

"outside"

"help me up" storm said grabbing his hand.

As she made her way outside she spotted Carrol rushing to her side.

Rick then appeared from the wood line. Without Sofia.

It was determined after Daryl,Rick,glen,and Shane went to the woods that the trail would be picked up tomarro. Carol was distraut . Daryl returned and storm noticed his boots.

"is that blood?"

He looked down

"we cut a walker open" "made sure he didn't get her" he said

"k let's go to bed gotta start early"

Everyone laid down and Daryl attempted to get in a car Dale stopped him.

"you and your wife take the rv"

"nah man were good" Daryl stated not wanting charity

"she's 8.5 months pregnant. She needs a bed ... Go"

"aight .... Babe come on"

__________

The next day everyone prepared to head out. Even storm Daryl didn't want her alone. Without him.

Everyone entered the woods and stayed close till a tent was found. Carol called for Sofia But no answer so Daryl entered and exited the tent stating the guy opted out. After that a church bell was heard.

The group found the church. But again no girl. Just four weird walkers.

Rick and Shane decided to take off .

"I'ma go with them ." Storm told daryl

"like hell"

"babe the more eyes the better. And I'm fine." She assured him

"ain't you I'm worried about." He said rubbing her belly

"ok" she said defeated

"I just don't want him to arrive and be away from you"

"ok " she said with a smile

___

On the walk back the group was bickering and finally Daryl had enough.

"yall know what all this hoping and pryings gunna get ya? Nothin... That's what.we the only ones zen around here?

He turned back to storm and began to get closer to the high way when Andrea screamed

A girl popped out the woods hollaringbfor Lori . Carl got shot . She took Lori with her and told glen how to get to the house.

_____

When the group returned Daryl informed Dale as to what happened. He was not happy but let it go.

Tdog had a bad infection . He needed a doc asap.

Daryl approached storm

"I want you to go to that house . Probably safer there I'ma camp here and look some more."

Storms eyes teared"No I'm not leaving you."

"jax will be here soon you need rest . Please baby"

"ok" storm then entered the car after hungry kissing Daryl for minutes and went to the green home.

___________

When the small group enters the green house they were greeted by a brunette

"y'all close the gate? "

"yes ma'am "glen stated nervously

The girl smiled and introduced herself as maggie.

Glen and tdog were met with Patricia who talked to storm about her pregnancy while she stitched up his arm . When asked about the antibiotics glen clammed up storm asked....

"merles"?

"yea" glen said

Storm laughed and reface patricia

"he got the clap a lot" " liked weird bar girls"

Patricia looked at storm. And just burst out in laughter

"merles clap likely saved your life .

______

soon Shane pulled up in a truck limping.

Handed off supplies to Hershel and went upstares

When he came back down his head was shaved and he had a piece of scalp missing.

Storm decided right then and there to never be alone with him.

_______'''

The following mornin the rumble of a motor cycle awoke storm.

She rushed outside fast as she could .

Daryl was already up the steps when he saw her.

"god I missed you" he said

"it's been 9 hours babe"

"yeah but he could've easily made it in that time. "

Storm just smiled.

_____

3 days later

Storm awoke in her tent with pain in her sides and back. Sho awoke Daryl and he got carol. Carol suggested getting Hershel and Hershel checked storm and guaranteed she was in fact in labour. It's normal for baby's to be a few weeks early apparently.

After 27 hours storm gave birth to a beautiful little man.

JAXON AXLE DIXON (lil ax)

5 lbs even

19 inches

brighted eyes ever seen on a baby.

Storm was released from hershals care 3 days later but told to take it easy. Daryl went back to looking for Sofia the very next day.

Storm was nursing when she suddenly got a ping of pain in her chest but couldn't pin point it. When dark rolled around and then into the next morning she began to panic pacing around camp with 5 day old jax in a sling.

"where is he?" She asked Rick.

All of a sudden Andrea started to scream "WALKERS!"

Rick and a few men raced to the scene telling storm to stay back. When they got to the walked Andrea decided to show off and attempt to shoot. All that was hear was "NOOOO."

Before storm could thing she handed Jax to Lori and took off noticing Rick held one and Shane held the other.

Once close enough she recognized both and her veins went cold.

Daryl and sofia

Andrea had grazed Daryl and hit Sofia in the arm.

_____

Both now in the house storm had retrieved Jax and headed in after informing carol.

The bullet just grazed Daryl but he had an arrow wound and was getting stitched up.

Sofia's arm was broken so it needed immobilization.

Andrea got what came to her in the for of storms boot in her face.

When Daryl regained composure he demanded to see storm and Jax . Luckily they were right behind him. He thanked hershals after he was done and ushered everyone out except his family.

"I was so scared" storm cried

"I'm sorry ... I feel and Sofia pulled me up the embankment after we were both knocked out"

"is Jax ok" he asked

Storm nodded placing Jax on the bed between them as they both kissed then passed out.

Over the next 5 weeks Shane deteriorated . He unlocked the barn without permission causing a trapped heard to spill out.

After words hershals took off .

Rick and glen went to find him and Lori got impatient.

She approached the Dixon camp.

"Daryl I need a favor. " She said

"what" he said tiredly jaxon had kept both of them up with colic

"hershals took off Rick and glen still aren't back yet"

"and how's that my problem"

"I need you to go get them " she said demandingly

"fuk that I got more important shit to worry about" he spat rocking a fussy jax

"how can u be so selfish"

"Selfish"!!!"

"your bitch went window shopping. He wants to die let him. I already found Sofia I'm done being an errand boy"

By then Jax was screaming so storm woke up and ran out thinking the worst. Only to be met with her screaming baby and pissed husband.

"what the fuck do you want Lori"?

"I simply asked....

"you didn't ask shit you demanded. Were done being errand boys we have Jax now and don't you ever call my husband selfish again.He took a GODDAMN BULLET AND AN ARROW . for it and the only thank you he got was from carol. Now if you excuse me Jax is hungry.

Storm then took Jax and latched him to her only to turn around to a still there Lori.

"we both have children . You just had yours mine is months away. .....

"there's a difference... I had my husband's baby ur having Shane's. Not my problem."

With that Lori stomped away.

Over the next 2 weeks the tension in the house grew so storm and Daryl kept there now 7 week old away from it. Carol approached Daryl one night.

"I can take a baby shift if u need a break" she said

"thanks" Daryl handed over Jax and went to sit.

The next night a heard came thru.

"you get him safe no matter what ok"

"don't you dare leave us. " Storm cried

"I have to help" "I'll find you" with that he kidded her and Jax and ran to his bike. After what felt like hours he looked to the home not seeing storm or Jax and he thought the worst. He speaks off the farm to the highway hoping they made it out. When he arrived he found everyone but them.

Soon though he heard his sons cry and ran to the woods to find a passed out storm with jaxon screaming. She was helped to the cars and Daryl packed his bike into tdaogs truck to hold his wife . They again set off for fort Benning.

[joondaya]

long post on the hsmtmts initial core 4 and their relationships and development i guess:

a lot of yall think getting into a relationship solves every existing problem within these characters and then get shocked when these exact problems get brought up again. the dumbest thing is that yall then bring up the argument “why spend the whole season building them up only to break them up in the next” or “you’re ruining their character development” as if we are not watching the same show and the answers are not right in front of you.

ricky accepted moving on from nini and it took her making a move and almost kissing him for him to realise he could go back to that and have one thing stay the same. he was terrified of change while she running towards change. i’m not saying he didn’t love her, but i’m saying that loving her was not the only reason for him to run back on his path of growth. and then in season two he did not like the person he was becoming with nini. ricky is not out of character this season but actually falling back to his character. because i don’t know what show yall were watching in season one but he was always goofy and carefree around gina. when he was reminiscing his friendship with nini he talked about himself as someone who was carefree and easygoing. he is not acting weird now just because yall did not pay attention to his character. he finally restored his relationship with his mother and no longer in a relationship where he feels he is being left behind, of course he no longer acts like an angsty teenager. please think a little.

nini got called out for making her life about boys and she tried to find her own person. but people seem to forget that besides that silly song that she did not actually grow from boys. in fact, right after that conversation with kourtney she was already getting jealous of ricky and gina. and right after that song she was already trying to kiss ricky. she needed that second chance with him to realise that an “i love you” wasn’t the problem of their relationship and they needed to work a lot more than just ricky’s feelings and communication. she also needed to know that her song wasn’t just for show and she actually needed to define herself and not having relationships define her.

they have not once been on the same page throughout season one and that was an argument people made before season two even aired and for some reason some of you were still shocked how things unfolded. (some even blamed outside drama but that’s another topic altogether) i feel like some of you guys are just not watching the show because this is a disney show, the subtext is not that deep. most of the things are right in your face.

and for some reason yall doing it again this season and i’m confused what part of the show have you missed? ej’s anxiety has been ongoing since season one. he is a guy that has never known anything less than perfection, and we could see that it comes from his family. he doesn’t work well with pressure and doesn’t really know his own way if things are not mapped out for him. he freaked out with having to play troy last minute, and freaked out with not being accepted into duke. mr mazzara told him to find a story and learn from it, so he focused on gina. now i’m not saying he hasn’t or couldn’t learn from gina, but that it was a pivotal moment in his life to finally learn about himself but he chose not to. now he is at camp with his girlfriend, with a responsibility he did not ask for but obviously wouldn’t turn away because that’s who he is. he had the summer mapped out for him but not anymore and that freaks him out. delivering anything less than perfection also freaks him out. this is something he should’ve started dealing with since last season when he realised his sense of self came from his family expectations. just like ricky, he got into a relationship to delay a growth that’s impossible to stumble upon. in addition, this guy severely lacks communication skills for someone that has been implied to be in several relationships. it happened with nini, it happened in the season finale with gina, and it’s happening once again. he creates scenarios in his head and goes with it instead of talking with the other person. in fact, he communicates his problems with anyone (ashlyn and now val) but the intended person. contrary to popular belief, “i’m no longer cunning” is not growth. specially when all his actions of redemption in season one was to make himself feel better. his character development is only starting now because besides not accepting that duke offer his dad practically bought him, he actually had no growth.

and then you have gina, a girl who entered a relationship in order to feel safe, seen and loved while not being over ricky. and deny it all you want, but that scene in carlos’ party wasn’t closure. her having to be away from ricky to create a path for ej and have her focus on it is not moving on. it’s only just creating a diversion that would eventually go back to its original path. this is also not me saying that she doesn’t like ej. it’s me saying that her heart has never been 100% with him because she never actually retrieved it from ricky in the first place. moreover, her character growth has never been about her “dropping the attitude” but about opening herself up to others and not run away when things get complicated as she never actually had the opportunity to form relationships and know how to communicate in them. that she doesn’t have to compromise who she is in order to feel loved and accepted.

and to just be clear, i’m not saying that these ships can’t eventually find each other again. but it’s never a surprise when a breakup is eventually coming towards them. and using “but they spend the whole season building them up” as an excuse is not the take you think it is. and that their character development is more than just “i did bad things and now i don’t” when they’re not actually growth. a lot of yall take one song or dialogue as character development and fail to realise that their actions are not following along and then call it “repetitive” when it gets brought up again when it hasn’t even been solved in the first place.

and i’m also not saying rina is above them. (although i do believe they are) but what i’m saying is that ricky and gina always had story arcs that flowed together and yet, it wasn’t time for them. so for me it makes no sense to question why rina is still a thing because you just do not understand the concept of slow burn and do not understand that these characters and their storylines have always been intertwined from the very first season. i understand the denial in season one, but if you finished season two truly believe they were over and done with, you’re either obtuse, or you were settling for extremely bad writing.