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c0nfessions-of-a-writing-freak · 2 years ago

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Chapter Two: A Lightfury’s Guide to Stealing A Dragon Rider

Pairing: Hiccup 'Horrendous’ Haddock III x fem!oc

Word count: 3k

Chapter Summary: With her helmet on and blades out, Valkyrie goes after another dragon hunter armada. This time there are a few more dragons and a lot more Vikings hiding amongst these ships. With familiar faces turning up left and right, Valkyrie is left to figure out what’s going on or be left behind as chaos erupts around her.

Overall Summary: A mysterious new dragon rider has been starting to make their presence known by tearing through dragon hunter ships and leaving nothing in their wake. What dragon they ride is unknown. What they look like is unknown. Why they are hunting the dragon hunters is unknown. The only thing that is known is that they will stop at nothing to destroy every dragon hunter ship at any cost.

Warnings: Graphic description of violence

The wind slapped against Valkyrie’s face as she and her dragon hid within the pale clouds of the night sky. They still stuck out amongst the darker-toned balls of fluff but had decided against turning invisible for the flight over. Once again she was in her white-scaled armour. Her mask rested on the top of her head, not yet concealing her face as there was no one to hide from yet.

Even though she couldn’t see them yet, she could hear the bustling coming from an upcoming armada, the second one this week. Only this time it would be a different sort of mission. Below deck was meant to be cages filled with dragons so Valkyrie had to take a different approach to get them all out before she could sink the ships.

The process took longer and was rather more dangerous–or disastrous. Each ship would have to be infiltrated and checked for dragons. If the ship had dragons she had to try and safely release each one of them. Leading up to that though she had to try and sneak onto the ship and try and go undetected and if found out try to silently take the dragon hunters out. So by the third or fourth boat, it became rather clear that something was going on that the rest weren’t aware of. It was a lot of extra work Valkyrie had to deal with when she didn’t get to the fleets before they got to the dragons.

When the armada was in sight, Valkyrie tapped her dragon–Stardust–on the back of her neck twice, a signal that told Stardust that she needed to cloak the two of them. A dark pink shot of plasma was fired in front of them. It came fast approaching as Stardust dived through the flames. Valkyrie tried to hug low on Stardust’s back, the reflective light bouncing off her scales to the armour that hugged Valkyrie. Because the same scales that were on Stardust littered Valkyrie, the same cloaking took over, rendering them both invisible until Stardust decided to turn visible again or Valkyrie left her back.

Diving low, Stardust flew close to the water’s edge, a small ripple breaking as they flew. The first ship that came up wasn’t heavily fortified, making Valkyrie question if there was another ship that stole some of this one’s hunters, needing the extra number of men to take care of something.

Not one to complain about the easier workload, Valkyrie steered Stardust to the side of the ship. When she was close enough, Valkyrie stood from Stardust’s back. Pulling a small dagger from her belt, she dug it into the side of the ship. There she crouched on the side of the boat, watching as she became visible once again and the ripples of the water showed Stardust leaving Valkyrie’s side.

Pulling herself up and over the ledge, she landed softly on the wooden deck, eyes scanning for any hunters. There were two placed on the other side of the deck, one on a platformed strip where the steering station stood. She could hear the bang of metal below deck as well with spines rattling and talons scratching.

Before the two hunters could look back, Valkyrie stalked across the boat, heading for the hunter in control of it. Valkyrie paused on the stairs as she came up behind the man. He stood unaware as his eyes tracked the other boats, following them as he was led through the water. The same dagger that she had used to climb the boat rested steadily in her hand. Launching forward, Valkyrie wrapped an arm around the man’s neck as she wound herself around him, her knife digging into his shoulder before she flipped him over and onto his back. A grunt erupted from the man as he hit the ground hard.

Valkyrie wasn’t done yet as she twisted the knife from his shoulder, a hand coming down to muffle the yell he let out before she was plucking it from his shoulder. The blade was lightly coated with the man’s blood. Valkyrie tsked at the sight of the blood before the hand covering the hunter's mouth moved to grip his shoulder instead, pulling him up to stand on his feet before dragging him to the railing of the boat and throwing him overboard. The hunter fell with a yell, alerting the other two hunters onboard.

“Great, look what you’ve done,” Valkyrie complained as she rose both her arms, staring down at the hunters that were coming towards her. Spreading her shoulders out, she readied herself before throwing herself forward, skipping the steps as she jumped from the other deck. Raising her knife, Valkyrie threw it down into the first hunter's shoulder. The woman that she landed on tumbled to the ground with her, fighting to try and push Valkyrie off of her. The other hunter came up behind her, hands landing on her arms as she tried to tug her backwards. Valkyrie let herself be pulled backwards, using a little kick off the fallen hunter to knock her head back into the man’s nose. A groan left his lips as blood began to spill from her nose. Valkyrie offered the man a warning as he fell to the ground, “If your smart you’ll stay down.”

She only got a whimper in return, making a crooked grin dance across her face. With quick steps, Valkyrie fled from the fallen hunters, headed to the lower parts of the boat. The door was left unlocked as she pushed it open, finding two guards working the dragon. The both of them took notice of Valkyrie quickly. The one closest to her left the other hunter behind with the Deadly Nadder they were plucking spines from, leaving the hunter to fend for himself with the dragon.

Valkyrie dived into a roll as she popped up at the hunter’s feat, arching her small dagger upwards. The blade sliced through the man’s shirt as she jumped to her feet, sending the hunter staggering back. Valkyrie didn’t waste a second as she pushed forward, digging her shoulder into the man’s stomach before hitting him on the temple with the handle of her knife, sending him tumbling to the floor as he fell out of consciousness.

As Valkyrie’s eyes fell on the next hunter, she could see him busy with the Deadly Nadder, trying to fend off spines that were launched his way. While he was distracted, Valkyrie made her way over to the back of the boat, unlocking the dragon cages as she dug her knife into the locks. As she worked her way through the cages, a Monstrous Nightmare that she had just let free spat a burst of flames towards the side of the boat, making an opening for itself as he set itself aflame and flew through the hole. The next few dragons that Valkyrie let free followed after the Monstrous Nightmare, alerting the other ships of their breakout. “So much for trying to go unnoticed."

When it was just the Deadly Nadder left, Valkyrie unlocked the cage with more cation than she had with the others. Rightfully so as she spiked dragon came barreling out of the cage, forcing Valkyrie to fall to the floor out of its way as it stormed out of the boat, taking the stairs like the other dragons had to before the Monstrous Nightmare left its mark.

Valkyrie quickly followed after the Nadder before the hunters could come back to their senses. When she got to the deck of the boat, she could see hunters looking her way, trying to decipher what had happened.

Pursing her lips and whistling, Valkyrie waited for Stardust to come and find her. The steady whistle that she got in return, was caused by the wings of a Lightfury as she plummeted down to the ship. A pink ball of plasma lit up the sky as it was shot towards Valkyrie’s ship. As it hit the deck, a wave of power ripped through the wood as two pars dug into Valkyrie’s shoulders, pulling her from the boat’s deck as it was in the progress of getting destroyed.

“Cutting it a little close, don’t you think?” Valkyrie asked her dragon as she was carried from one ship to the next before being dropped into a swarm of hunters, a rumbling running through the sky as Stardust disappeared into the night once again.

A woman lunged for her as soon as she landed on the deck, her fist connecting with the side of Valkyrie’s head as she stumbled back. Valkyrie held in a grunt as she used the momentum of falling back to push herself forward and barrel back into the woman that had attacked her. She was able to push her back and into another hunter, the both of them stumbling over each other as they fell to the floor.

Valkyrie didn’t need to ponder over what happened to them as she swivelled around to take on the next hunter that was trying to jab a spear her way. Valkyrie ducked down at the poisoned tip that sailed past her head. Using her free hand to grab the handle wrapped around her waist, the broken-down blade from her waist and snapped into a proper functional blade that arched upwards and cut through the wood of the spear.

As half of the spear fell to the ground, a hidden smile danced across Valkyrie’s face, concealed by her helmet. The hunter let out a loud grunt at the sight of the fallen spearhead. Using the half he had left, the hunter tried to charge Valkyrie, not getting far, as Valkyrie sidestepped him before using the hand that still held her small dagger to throw into the hunter’s side. Valkyrie stepped up to the man and pulled the blade from his side as he staggered away, gargling on blood that started to twist in his stomach and rise to his throat.

Looking away, Valkyrie moved on. She fought her way through the hunters on the ship, making her way to the lower deck where a singular dragon rested. The Gronckle seemed startled by the girl in white scales, the scent of a Lightfury wafting off of her. Valkyrie didn’t try to stay long, jamming her blood-coated dagger into the lock until it unlocked. She pulled the cell door open, urging the dragon to follow her as she led the dark orange dragon to the sky where it could fly away.

Again, a whistle rang out that was soon matched from above, a similar blast lighting up the ship as Valkyrie was swooped from it. Now that she was in the air, Valkyrie could see that some of the other ships had already been destroyed. Stardust must have been checking them herself, searching for a scent of a dragon and determining from there if a ship should be sunk or not. “Someone’s been busy.”

That earned a purr from the white beast that she couldn’t see. Valkyrie’s eyes passed over a few of the ships before they landed on the boat leading the armada. There she could see a line of Vikings bound, caged dragons behind them and an army of hunters in front of them. Pointing her dagger at the boat, she wrapped her sword back around her waist as she said, “Take me over there girl.”

Valkyrie didn’t have much of a plan as she was dropped onto the deck of the boat, the girl quickly lunging forward into a dive. She rolled forward, using her knife to slice through the leg of an upcoming hunter as she rose to her feet. “Looks like our masked rider has come to rescue her crew.”

Once the voice rang out and registered in Valkyrie’s ears, her eyes narrowed, turning her head to see Ryker standing tall with a smug grin on his face. Valkyrie didn’t move from her spot as her eyes flickered over the bound Vikings and the hunters that stood all around her. Dropping her voice so it sound deeper than it already was, Valkyrie said, “I’m not associated with these riders.”

“Pity,” Ryker said, pulling the sword from his back and pointing it at Valkyrie’s head. “Your about to suffer the same fate as they are.”

Valkyrie threw the bloodied dagger at Ryker, using the few seconds it bought her to pull the sword from her waist as Ryker deflected the blade away from him. Valkyrie didn’t set the sword into place, letting it hang at her side as it dangled back and forth. “Great! She doesn’t even have a working sword!”

Not acknowledging the yell from one of the trapped Vikings, Valkyrie ran forward. Ryker met her heal way as he threw his sword down. Valkyrie’s own sword flew up to meet it, the slices of the blade wrapping around his. The two of them stood there for a few seconds, a battle of strength as they waited to see who would break first.

As Valkyrie’s arms began to shake, she threw her arms to the side, forcing Ryker’s arms to follow along. Valkyrie was quick, but not quick enough as the tried to whip her sword forward so the blades could wrap around the neck of Ryker, only for her blades to be blocked and wrap around Ryker’s arm cuff. A conniving grin spread across Ryker’s face as he tugged his arm back, ripping the sword from Valkyrie’s grip and tossing it down on the deck of the boat. “If I were you, I would invest in a working sword.”

“It works plenty,” Valkyrie stated, ticking her head to the side as she backed up a few steps from Ryker, circling him until she found the dagger she had lost on the floor, crouching to pick it up. “If I remember correctly, last time we met I was able to send you overboard with that ‘broken’ sword.”

She rose to her feet quickly, launching the dagger away from her. Instead of sending it towards Ryker, the blade landed in front of one of the bound Vikings. Valkyrie hadn’t bothered to check who Ryker had on the boat, her attention caught by the man in front of her once she had figured out it was him in front of her.

Ryker’s head snapped towards the blade as it was seized by the Viking, the boy cutting through his ropes before beginning to work on the person next to his. Ryker’s face twisted at the sight of the free Viking, “Seize them!”

Valkyrie ran forward in the chaos, dropping so she could slide along the floor and grab her sword. As soon as her hand locked onto the handle, and with a flex of her wrist, the blade locked into one piece, straightening into a useable sword. Ryker’s face twisted at the straight-standing blade in Valkyrie’s hand. “What’s wrong Ryker? I thought I needed to get a proper sword?”

The man let out a yell as he charged forward, swiping his sword forward which Valkyrie met with her own. Unlike before the two blades bounced away from each other, sparks flying from the metals as their sharp edges sliced against one another.

Valkyrie made sure to block out the noise of all the commotion going on behind her, her eyes lit ablaze as she fought to keep up with the speed at which Ryker was striking. It wasn’t until a third sword was thrown into the mix that Valkyrie’s mind short-circuited.

Head turning to face who had joined in, her eyes landed on the boy who had found her at the Nothern Markets. Hiccup.

“Oh, you’ve got to be kidding me,” Valkyrie exclaimed as the boy faced Ryker with stone eyes. But at the sound of her voice, Hiccup’s head swivelled to face Valkyrie. He didn’t recognise her with the mask on, and Valkyrie was hoping to keep it that way.

Both Valkyrie and Hiccup pushed back on Ryker, making the man throw his arm to the side and stumble back. “You two say you aren’t in allegiance with the other, but here you are working together.”

“Desperate times call for desperate needs,” Hiccup muttered, offering Valkyrie a glance before the sword in his hand lit to flames. “Now, Ryker, you’re going to let us go or this isn’t going to end very well for you.”

A deep frown settled its way onto Ryker’s face as his eyes flickered between the two dragon riders. Valkyrie could already tell that Ryker would rather go down fighting than willingly let his cargo go free. Before Ryker could answer, Valkyrie let her sword fall once more, unlocking it from its still position. “Good thing we aren’t giving you much of a chance.”

Valkyrie shoved her sword forward, betting on Ryker throwing an arm up to block it. When he did exactly that, Valkyrie wrapped her sword around his arm cuff once again before using her body weight to swing Ryker down. Hiccup helped her in pushing Ryker to the ground as he used his flaming blade to trip Ryker to the ground.

Pushing forward and away from both Ryker and Hiccup, Valkyrie ran towards the edge of the boat. As she ran she let her whistle ring out, waiting for the returning call. When it came, she ran up to the ledge of the boat, jumping from the side and placing her faith in Stardust as she fell from its side.

With a swoop, Valkyrie was picked from the sky as Stardust began to fade back into light. Stardust swung Valkyrie forward, throwing her higher into the air so she could fall onto her back. At the rough landing, Valkyrie was jostled forward, her body knocking forward as she tried to catch herself on Stardust’s back. In the midst of that, her helmet fell from her head, plummeting to the water below.

A similar whistle rang through the sky but this time it wasn’t coming from Stardust.

“I think you dropped this, ”A voice called out, offering the white helmet up to Valkyrie as he flew up beside her. But as Valkyrie’s head turned to face Hiccup, the half of a smile on his face fell. “You?”

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thewolvesof1998 · 10 months ago

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Tease Tidbit Tuesday

Tagged by @giddyupbuck @hippolotamus @daffi-990 @disasterbuckdiaz @jesuisici33 @smilingbuckley

HOLY SHIT I haven't posted anything since last year (yes I had to make the joke, sorry not sorry) but really it has been a while, I took an unplanned writing break, I was struggling so much with chapter four of They don’t know (your name is already mine) that I just had to step away for a moment but that turned into uh a month...Anyways I'm back here's some of my pirate AU and some from Chpt. 4 just for shits and giggles:

Pirate AU:

The salt spray coats his face, the wooden deck beneath his boot rolls with the waves and with the taste of salt on his lips he’s never felt more at home. He can feel the presence of his crewmates at his back, unhurriedly going about their tasks but he can’t turn to face them. His eyes are stuck staring at the horizon, watching as the yellow sun dips beyond the edge, painting the sky with oranges and pinks. As the stars show he can smell gunpowder and the metallic taste of blood lingers in the air. The shouts of fighting are muted as the sounds of crashing waves rise until it’s all he can hear. He knows what comes next, he tries to move but his feet are rooted in place as if the wood has grown vines and trapped him there. Agonising pain flares in his right thigh, then his left shoulder, as a blade is run through him from behind. He feels the blood run from his body, soaking his uniform and the deck below him. He just stands there as the life drains out of him, helpless to do anything but watch as the moon rises and makes its arch across the sky until he’s as cold as death, until whatever is holding him there releases and he drops to the deck like he’s puppet with cut strings. But instead of wood, there’s a straw mattress and instead of the constant sway of a ship he’s on solid ground. The pain’s still there but rather than the sharp burning pain of new wounds they ache and seize like they have for the past six months since they fullied healed and will probably ache for the rest of his life. Eddie takes in a gasping breath, tastes the bitter salt of sweat on his lips and rubs the sleep and lasting images of the sea from his eyes.

They don’t know (your name is already mine) Chapter Four:

“I’ve ruined Christmas,” He knows he’s pouting but he can’t help it, their first Christmas together as a married couple, as an official family and he’s ruined it. “Buck no-” Eddie tries to protest but Buck knows he has, not only are all his presents probably ruined but he’s going to have to spend Christmas in the Hospital without his boys because he will be damned if he ruins their Christmas even more than he already has. “-I’m tired, and in pain, please can you call the nurse,” He knows he’s shutting down and leaving Eddie out in the cold but he feels a tightness in his chest and tears burning in his eyes and all he wants to do is fall back into oblivion for a bit and he knows he’s running away from his feelings but he thinks it would be okay to do that until after Christmas. “Okay, I’ll be right back.” Eddie kisses the back of Buck’s hand before getting up, when he’s at the door he looks back briefly, shooting a look of concern at him before stepping out of the room.

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#9-1-1 #buddie #evan buckley #eddie diaz #thewolvesof1998 writes #buddie fic #fic: they don't know (your name is already mine)#pirates au

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a-killer-obsession · 6 months ago

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Wavelengths [Killer x Reader, Heat x Reader]

🔞 Minors DNI 🔞

A search for a rumored Vegapunk weapon leads the Kid Pirates to an unexpected new crewmate, with a bloodlust that rivals their own and an incredible power.

CW: Please check AO3 for all current warnings, but general warning for smut, slow burn, serious gore, and really dark themes. AFAB reader, she/her pronouns.

Masterlist || AO3 || Chapter 1

Chapter 8 - Sorry

You show off your skills, and Kid gets sick of living with toddlers.

WC: ~4k

Taglist: @h0n3y-l3m0n05 @tremendoushorsepatrolgoth

Tumblr crossposting is caught up to AO3 now so updates won't be daily anymore but fear not, updates will still be pretty frequent 😌

You had gone to bed angry, and now, woken by the ship's bell, you were waking up even angrier. You tossed your seastone chunk into your side table drawer and grabbed your mask, jamming it on your head a little too hard. You were wearing a set of baby pink, satin pajamas - a matching tank and shorts combo. Not super ideal for fighting, but if the use of the bell here was anything like on a marine ship, you didn't have time to find anything better, you needed to focus on your weapons. The ship was out in open sea, which meant the bell could only be one of two things: a seaking, or an enemy ship. If it was the latter you ran the risk of seastone bullets, or running out of stamina for your fruit depending on the enemy's size, so you hurriedly buckled your thigh holster for your dagger and pulled on your usual Vegapunk jacket, followed by the belt for your sword.

You hurried out to the main deck where the rest of the crew was gathering, weapons in hand. Kid was standing on the front upper deck, keeping watch of the situation and waiting for everyone to emerge before giving his orders. If it was a seaking he would have already been giving his orders, or dealing with it himself, so you guessed it must be an approaching ship. He caught sight of your purple hair as you arrived, and turned to yell down at you.

“Oi, new girl, come here,” he barked. You hurried up the stairs to the upper deck to stand in front of him, the obedient subordinate part of your brain thoroughly activated. You could clearly see now the two large marine ships that were on route to you.

“What can you tell me about those ships?” He said, pointing his metal hand in their direction. Killer was leaning against the railing behind him, with his arms crossed and mask tilted expectantly in your direction. You pouted at him and looked away, to where the ships were, adjusting your mask to scan through a few different views of it.

“The one on the left is an older model, standard issue three mast, wooden hull, about 50 crew, eight cannons either side, none at the front or rear. The larger is a newer model I don't recognise, but I can see it has a seastone hull. They started using those not long before I was benched to keep seakings at bay. I see ten cannons either side, stacked in rows of five, and three at the front. They're currently being loaded, you should prepare to send them back, the rounds are definitely metal”

Cannonfire rang out with a puff of smoke as the three rounds were shot, not quite in unison. Kid raised his flesh arm and sent them back with a flurry of purple sparks, and the frontmost mast of the larger ship cracked and fell sideways, a flurry of men shouting and scurrying to take cover as it fell.

“Good, what else,” Kid asked.

“About 200 men on that one, it'll be the harder of the two ships certainly,” you reported, “A two ship formation like that is likely going to try and blockade, one ship at our side and the other blocking our exit from the front, but I'm guessing you already knew that. I can take down the smaller ship, if you'd like. I can only perform Meteor Wave once during a battle though, it drains too much energy, but I'll be able to use focused attacks after that.”

“Do it,” he smirked, excitement bubbling at the chance to put his new weapon to good use.

“Before I go, I need you to warn your men,” you said sternly, “when we swap to the other ship, and I start making precise attacks, I won't be able to differentiate between us and them. You and Killer will be the only ones I'm able to recognise, because of your metal arm and his metal mask. I'll be swapping my mask to a setting that lets me zero in on their organs, I don't usually do that but with this many enemies in a small space it's the best way to stretch out my power in my current weakened state, by making sure I only need to use a small focused amount for each enemy. They need to stay clear of me, I won't be held responsible if I kill your men. I'm a weapon, after all. In future it shouldn't be a issue, but right now I'm not confident with my stamina levels”

“Understood, Yin,” Kid mused. In truth staying out of the way was something his crew was good at, they were pretty used to it with him. He could be a bit of a wrecking ball during battles when he let his devil fruit loose. “Head straight to the larger ship when you're done with the first, we'll meet you there”

“Aye aye, Captain,” you made a small salute, it was instinctual after your time in the marines, and turned on your heel to moon step away.

“Brief the men,” Kid said to his first mate without turning, his eyes fixed on your shrinking form as you approached the smaller ship. Enemy rifles were fired at you, but you gracefully dodged the bullets or deflected them and continued on your merry way, gaining height as you had the first day he'd seen you. “I want to watch my new toy in action,” he made his way to the very front of the ship, and jumped up on the figurehead skull, shoeing away another round of cannonballs before putting his hands on his hips proudly to watch you.

You arrived at the ship as Killer began to brief the rest of the crew, and Kid watched as you performed your flips and came barreling down towards the marine ship. He couldn't hear your attack call from this distance, but the audible crack of the ship and the collective screaming of men on board was clear. A wave of water rippled away from the ship, a shockwave from your attack, as you appeared in the sky again and made your way to the other ship. The larger of the two ships was considerably faster, and was quickly nearing the Victoria Punk as you approached it. The broken ship behind you finished cracking in half and the two sides fell away from each other, the masts breaking and falling to their sides as the halves began to sink. A few lucky men managed to board lifeboats, but most of them were screaming in the water as the downward pull of the sinking ship pieces began to drag them under and drown them. Kid let out a roaring laugh, what a wonderful sight.

The guns of the second ship were trained mostly on you now as you approached it, the Kid Pirates quickly approaching from the other direction and making preparations to board. It seemed the marines on this ship knew a little of your reputation, word of your escape had no doubt begun to spread in this area at least, a few marines screaming “It's Yin! Get the seastone!” as you adjusted your visor and landed gracefully on the deck. You wouldn't be surprised if this ship belonged to the base they had found you at, they were still within reasonable range of it for that to be true.

Like yesterday, you couldn't see the floor with your visor set to red. You could however see hundreds of sets of feet, and that was enough to show your where the deck was as you began your rampage. Focusing your strength into your legs, you let your speed carry you, zeroing in on every beating heart you saw and sending precise ribbons of concentrated vibrations directly into them, effectively bursting their hearts instantly, moving immediately to the next man before the previous had even finished falling. The Victoria Punk arrived and the Kid Pirates swiftly began boarding the marine ship, the tides of the battle quickly turned as the marines realised their plan to overwhelm and attack had been completely dismantled.

You couldn't see much of anything that would usually be visible, just hoping that Kid had adequately warned the crew, as you spread through the marines like a wildfire. You could faintly make out the scraps of metal flying around you as Kid used his devil fruit, Killer slicing through men like butter, and you noticed the three pronged trident that you knew belonged to Wire, which thankfully made three people you could recognise and not accidentally kill.

They made quick work of the marines, and when the numbers got low and you grew wary, you returned your visor to its default function and drew your sword, cutting through the enemies, who were clearly identifiable now, with the hard earned precision of someone who had been raised as a killing machine. The katana happily drank up its first taste of blood as you ran it through the ill prepared marines.

When the enemy numbers grew too few to properly engage, they were rounded up and executed, the defeated captain and first mate dragged back to Victoria for Kid to play with later. You wiped your blade on the shirt of a dead marine and sheathed it, pulling yourself to sit on the railing to watch the last few executions and yawning. Honestly, you were bored. They'd barely challenged you, even in your weakened state, and you'd come away with nothing but a few rogue splinters from destroying the smaller ship.

“Loot everything that's loose, and send this ship to hell,” Kid barked, turning to jump back on to his own ship, followed by the commanders, you included.

Killer was standing on deck, waiting for you when you got back. He began to speak to you as you passed by on your way to return to bed, “Good work out th-”

“Save it, Massacre Soldier,” you growled, “I'm not in the mood.” You slammed the door shut behind you as you entered the rear cabin, leaving Killer speechless on the deck.

“Fucccck,” Kid laughed, “she's fucking pissed at you man”

“Shut it, Kid,” he said flatly.

“What? Not in the mood?” Kid roared.

Killer tilted his mask towards Kid in expressionless anger and said nothing, storming off with a huff to his own room. Kid couldn't help but laugh, his best friend was never one to act pissy, he'd always been the more level headed of the two of them, but it seemed like Killer had been different since you'd come on board. He knew Killer well, and it was plain to him that his first mate was developing a soft spot for you, and it was pissing him off more than anything.

Several days later and you were still holding your grudge, and Killer wasn't budging on an apology. To be fair, he'd already apologized, but you didn't think it was good enough. There hadn't been a second reading lesson, you didn't even want to sit at the same dining table as him, let alone spend time alone with him. He'd hurt you deeply with his comment about trust, it was obvious to everyone. You were right though, they all knew it, except Killer apparently. It was clear you'd been working hard to build relationships, and you hadn't done anything to prove you were disloyal, and he'd even said that you were friends, but he'd acted like all that work was nothing. Not to mention the whole ‘raped by every man you've ever met’ thing, he had no right to lecture your about trust when you were fighting every instinct you had, every second you spent around the crew. You may come off on the outside as cheerful and easy going, but under that shell was a lifetime of trauma and distrust.

Heat had tried to mediate the relationship, every meal was becoming an awkward uphill battle, but you wouldn't give it up. You wanted a proper, formal apology, recognising that he understood why what he'd said had hurt you, but he wasn't willing to give in. Finally, after their third dinner in silence, Kid cracked.

“That's it, I can't fucking take sitting between you two fucking toddlers anymore,” he roared as he stood up suddenly, “Killer just fucking apologise already”

“Is that an order?” Killer replied sarcastically. You scowled at him.

“Yes its a fucking order, I'm sick of having to pussyfoot around the two of you. This is ridiculous, since when have I had to be the mature one” Kid grabbed each of you by your shirts and dragged you to both stand up. “The two of you are going outside and dealing with this, now” he growled. Killer slammed his fist against the table and stormed off, and you crossed your arms over your chest and slinked behind him.

You followed him to the front upper deck, far from the earshot of nosey henchmen or the commander on watch. The two of you stood in silence, staring out at the water. The air was burning with anger and frustration as the two masked crewmates refused to speak, till finally you got sick of the cold shoulder you were receiving.

“Fuck this, I'm going to bed,” you declared before turning to leave. He sighed and grabbed your wrist, finally softening.

“Wait,” he grumbled.

“Why bother?” You frowned, pulling your arm out of his grip and holding your wrist like he'd burned you, “you know, I really thought after the reading lesson that we had something, that we really could be friends. I've worked my ass off trying to earn this crew's trust since the second you met me. I have done nothing to earn your distrust, I have done nothing but work to build friendships here. And don't even fucking get me started on how hard it is to learn to trust you. I can't even see your face, and you want me to blindly trust you? You? A man? A man who could pin me and rape me at any moment like every other man I've had the displeasure of serving under. You've got some fucking nerve lecturing me about trust”

You were thankful that your mask was hiding the angry tears you bore as you poured out your pent up rage at him. He stared at you silently, mulling over your argument.

“You're right,” he sighed, taking a step towards you. You instinctually stepped backwards, away from him, so he froze in place, not wanting to further make you uncomfortable. You were right, one reading lesson couldn't stand up against a lifetime of abuse when it came to earning your trust, he didn't deserve your trust yet. Meanwhile you'd done nothing but show you could be trusted, and he'd entirely ignored it. He could see now why you'd been so hurt at his off-handed statement. “I'm sorry, I am, I can see now what a dickhead I've been”

You sighed and rubbed your arm, the air was turning brisk as the ship approached a winter island and you regretted leaving your jacket in your room. “I don't know shit about you Killer, but you know everything about me. I don't have anything to hide, I've bared it all to you willingly, but you hide everything. How am I supposed to trust you?”

“You're right, I get it,” he leaned back against the railing and crossed his arms, “I know I'm not exactly an open book, but I'm trying to be friendly, I am. I'm just- cold. I guess”

“You're not cold,” you said, stepping towards him and placing a hand on one of his crossed arms in a comforting gesture, “you're just… an introvert. A cold person wouldn't have offered to teach me to read or cook. I'm sorry too, okay? You don't have to teach me to read anymore, it's okay, maybe Heat or Wire will help me”

His head perked up at that. He didn't know why, but it hurt to think you didn't want him teaching you anymore. He'd enjoyed teaching you, it was rewarding for him. And in truth he really did want to consider you a friend, outside of this fight you'd been easy to be around and talk to, and he felt a solidarity with you given your twin needs for masks. Your reasons for them were different, but you understood what it was to need the mask, the sacred place it held for him. You could have snuck a peek at his face in the infirmary, but you hadn't even considered it, and he wasn't giving you the credit you deserved for that.

“No, it's fine, I want to teach you,” he quickly said. Your brows raised in surprise at the admission.

“Oh, okay then…” you replied softly. There was a long awkward silence before you suddenly realised you were still touching him, and you tore your hand away like you were at risk of hurting him, “Sorry. Uh… you can tell Kid we made up. I'm going to bed, goodnight, Killer.” You hurriedly turned and walked away without another word, a vibrant blush spreading under your mask.

“Goodnight..” he replied. He rubbed his arm where you'd been touching him, feeling suddenly cold at the loss of your soft, warm hand.

You were woken up early the next day by Heat knocking on your door. After almost two weeks out of lock up, combined with night watches, you'd started to shake off the sleep pattern that had been drilled into you by the marines, and started sleeping in a little. Not much, but enough that you wouldn't be aimlessly wandering around before breakfast anymore. Heat slid into the room without waiting for your response, closing the door behind him and sitting at the foot of your bed.

“Did I sleep through breakfast again?” You yawned. It wasn't like Heat to be in your room so early.

“Nah, but there's good news,” he smiled, “News Coo just came in, Kid wants to talk to the commanders. Which includes you now”

“It's too early for a meeting,” you rolled over and squished your face into the pillow, “tell Kid I died or something” you mumbled into it.

“No dice, little lady,” he gave you some playful shoves to roll you back over and you groaned, finally giving up and sitting upright. Your lilac hair fell loose around your face as you pouted at Heat, grumbling about human rights violations and sliding out of the bed. You started pulling off your pajamas, your breasts falling from your yellow satin tank top, and Heat blushed bright red. You were used to having no privacy, so it didn't phase you that Heat was sitting right there. He was happy though to see that they were beginning to fill out, and your limbs and face were noticeably less boney than they had been when they freed you. Heat was the only one who regularly saw you without the mask, but he saw how your eyes were less sunken every day.

You pulled a bra from a drawer and turned to him as you started putting it on, suddenly noticing his blush and where his eyes were fixed, “What did the News Coo sa- oi, my eyes are up here”

“SORRY,” he yelped, covering his eyes with his hands. You openly laughed at him.

“It's fine Heat, I'm just fucking with you, you can look,” you giggled. He peeked through his fingers and saw you now standing proudly in front of him in only your panties and matching bra.

You slid onto his lap, suddenly overcome by confidence after seeing his shyness, and pulled his hands from his face, resting them on your hips. “Do you not want to look at me?” You asked him in a sultry tone, your head tilted ever so slightly.

“I- of course I wanna look at you,” he said, turning even redder as he trailed his eyes down your front, before running back up to meet your [e/c] eyes. You were still holding your seastone, and he wasn't sure he'd ever seen your normal eyes so close before. He was a lot taller than you, so you had to look up at him. All he had to do was lean down just a little, and his lips would connect with yours..

“HEAT, WHAT'S TAKING SO FUCKING LONG,” Double banged on the cabin door and spooked you, quickly climbing off his lap and going back to getting dressed.

“FUCK OFF FATASS,” Heat yelled back, angry at the missed opportunity, “tell Kid to hold his fucking horses, we'll be there in a second!”

Heavy footsteps receded in the hall outside as Double left to return to the navigation room, and Heat sighed as you finished pulling on your shoes and picked up your mask. “Yin…”

“It's okay Heat,” you tilted his chin up gently with a crooked finger and looked into his sad eyes, before pressing a chaste kiss to the scar that ran over his cheekbone and rubbing your thumb over his chin, “later?”

“Okay,” he mumbled as you slipped your mask on and discarded your seastone. You took his hand and pulled him to stand, wrapping your arms around his waist in a quick hug. He held you there for a brief second before letting go, it was a quiet, tender moment that he wished could have gone on forever. Operation: Girlfriend had just been about finding a way to get his dick wet on the regular without paying, but the way you treated him with such softness, entirely unphased by his scars or his perpetually depressed expression, the way you hugged him so casually, you made his heart beat in ways he didn't think were possible. He was starting to feel like it was his job to make you feel safe and happy on this ship, every instinct was telling him to not let go, to hold you here, safe in his arms always. His face felt warm when you squeezed him a little tighter.

“Come on, Kid will bite our heads off if we don't get going,” he let go of your but held out a hopeful hand, and you took it willingly with a smile, letting him lead you out of the room. Your hand was so soft and small inside his cold, boney hand, it felt so fragile, so he held it with care.

[NEXT CHAPTER]

#one piece fanfiction #one piece smut #killer one piece #killer x reader #massacre soldier killer #heat one piece #heat x reader #kid pirates

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humorisstoredinthetits · 6 months ago

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The Heathers+Veronica play D&D

What a surprise, another random AU that I came up with

So one day the gang is hanging out and JD mentions that he wants to play D&D with them and he thinks it would be fun

Everyone but Chandler is all for it while she, like usual, is being a bitch about it

'Its a nerd game and I'm not a nerd' and 'It sounds boring'

Eventually Mac uses her puppy-dog eyes which makes Chandler relent and agree to play the stupid nerd game

JD DMs while The Heathers, Veronica, Betty and Martha play

He's the kind of DM that goes all out, spending untold amounts of money on minis and other kinds of shit

Eventually the day arrives where they start playing

They enter the room and holy shit JD decked the place out

He put blackout curtains on all the windows and turned the lights off so the room is pitch black besides the candlelight of a chandelier he hung on the ceiling

He put a fancy looking blood red tablecloth over the table

At each seat there is a set of dice in each person's assigned color (The obvious for the Heathers and Veronica, Pink for Martha and Purple for Betty)

They aren't the cheap plastic ones no, they are the metal ones that are as sharp as a knife

JD himself is wearing a gray cloak that covers his face

They sit down and JD begins the campaign

The premise is simple, they are students at a magical academy where a series of murders has happened recently, and they have decided to take it upon themselves to investigate it

However, there is a twist

One of them is the murderer, and it is their job to make it to the end of the school year and graduate, thereby being able to flee the investigation and live freely

Of course, they don't know that the killer is one of them, except for the one who was assigned the role

He starts by going over each of the player's characters

Betty drew a picture of everyone's characters to get an idea of what they all look like and she shows off the picture when they introduce themselves

The Heathers are all named Hecate bc of course they had to have the same name in D&D too

There's Hecate Carnation, Hecate Dahlia, and Hecate Magnolia

(Their last names are all different kinds of flowers bc their actual name, Heather, is a type of flower so they thought it would fit)

HC is a Sorcerer who comes from a long line of powerful magic users and came to the academy like her parents and grandparents before her to hone her skills

She looks pretty much like what she looks like IRL and she acts like how she did in High School, acting superior to everyone bc she thinks she is

She thinks that solving this simple Murder Mystery case won't be a problem for someone as talented as her

So basically she's Claire from I'm In Love with the Villainess

HD is a Wizard (Or Witch ig, the class name is Wizard but she's a girl sooo) who came to the academy to learn the Wizarding arts from the talented professors the academy employs

HD also looks like IRL Duke, but much taller and with longer sleek hair compared to Duke's short curly hair

HD acts as the check to HC's id, being the ego and the one who can rationally look at a situation and make the best course of action from there

She's not very good with emotions, however, and can struggle to act appropriately in emotional situations

HM is a Druid who hopes to get some hands-on experience with the Druidic Work while studying

She is the superego to the other two's id and ego, the one who can look at a situation with both emotion and logic and determine the best course of action from there

She also looks generally like IRL Mac, but she has light brown hair compared to blonde and is a bit less muscular and more well endowed in certain areas

The Hecates joined the investigation as they are obviously the most capable of doing so, and as such they have a responsibility to be apart of it

Veronica is Vadina Siannodel, a High Elf Cleric

She picked Cleric bc she just knew that the Heathers were gonna do some dumbass shit and she was gonna need to bail them out with her healing

She is also the only one of them to pick a non human race

She joked Duke should pick a dwarf bc she's so short and Duke elbowed her in the stomach

She looks kinda like Frieren from that anime (She watched it with Duke around the time JD said he wanted to play so it influenced a lot of her character choices)

Vadina is a model student, the one who always aces her exams and does everything she can to help those at the academy to prove those who didn't want her there wrong

The academy is generally only open to humans and other races, especially half-elves and other mixed races, are looked down upon and by and large not accepted to it

But, because of Vadina's overwhelming academic talent she was admitted despite the prejudice at the academy

But with the murders occurring, many suspect the non-human students of being the murderer, especially Vadina, who many assume to be behind the attacks as an attempt to off her academic competition, and so she joined the investigation to prove her innocence

Martha is Megara Deepcrest, the Warlock, who made a deal with the demon Jami for power in exchange for the occasional sacrifice (animal, not human)

While everyone assumes that she is the one who did it, she knows that it wasn't her bc her patron desires the blood of fauna, not humanoids, and this school ain't big enough for two Warlocks

Everyone is just kinda stunned bc they assumed she would be a Druid or something but they did not expect Martha the Warlock who sacrifices animals in elaborate rituals every full moon to maintain her power

She looks nothing like Martha, she is a tall, lanky figure who wears a cloak which covers all but her hands, which reveal an elaborate tattoo on each palm and her fingers are covered with rings with unknown gemstones in the center

She is not in the uniform of the academy but all the professors are too scared of her to say anything

Finally Betty is Barnabas the Bard

Out of everyone Betty is taking this the least seriously, she heard the stereotype of bards seducing everyone and thought that was hilarious and decided to make her whole character around it

She put all of her stats into making sure that her seduction rolls would have the highest chance of being succesful

It kinda ruins the whole vibe JD had going on but whatever as long as she's happy

Her plan is to figure out who the murderer is then seduce them into not killing anymore

Once JD got all of their character descriptions he had to decide which of them is the murderer

He ruled out Martha immediately because it would be too obvious, he couldn't think of a motivation that would fit Betty's, and Veronica, while giving him a reason to pick her as the murderer, would probably have more fun trying to find them instead of being them

That left him with the Heathers, which works as they had created their characters together as a well-oiled machine, so by throwing a wrench into it he could make it more difficult

He settled on Mac bc he thought it would be unexpected, but then he realized that she is a terrible liar so he switched to Duke who agreed to be the murderer

Duke is smart enough to know how to cover her tracks and has that element of chaos that would make it more fun

HD's motivation is that the wizard track was overcrowded with students who weren't born with magical abilities and were forced to study, and it made it hard to stand out, so she eliminates other students, knowing that the school would turn their attention to the wizarding track, where she would be able to show them how talented she really is and hopefully be placed into higher-level classes

She also knows that even if the other three get suspicious, the other two Heathers would never suspect her and that infighting may allow her to get away with things

**Line break bc tumblr is dumblr**

So from there the campaign starts

They meet once a week, Wednesdays at 5:30 to 8:30 at JD's, Betty's and Martha's house in what became referred to as the D&D room

It starts with the group forming after the 3rd murder this month and an overview of all the evidence found so far

So far there had been 9 total murders over the school year

JD put a dossier on all of the students on the table and had all the players look over it

They quickly discovered that all 9 students had been in the Wizarding Track, but besides that they had little in common

They had a range of academic scores, came from a variety of different backgrounds and had varying social standings

The group came to the consensus that their culprit was probably in the Wizarding Track

They decide to then get a list of everyone currently enrolled in the Wizarding Track from the School Dean, to which Duke suggests that they also find anyone who used to be in the Wizarding Track as well

By doing that Duke hoped to increase the suspect pool and introduce the idea that it might not be someone directly in the Wizarding Track

They get the list from the Dean and in total there are 30 students in the Wizarding Track and 9 Former Students who transferred out

The group goes back to HC's dorm and they discuss the game plan

Vadina says that they need to eliminate suspects one by one and narrow down their options, which everyone agrees too

HC tries immediately eliminating HD form the list, arguing that if she was the killer she wouldn't be part of the investigation, but Vadina counters back that this could be a cover up and a chance for her to mislead them

Duke is sweating bullets and trying to seem as inconspicuous as possible but thankfully both Chandler and Mac stick up for her and even Betty and Martha think it would be unlikely that someone would join the investigation if they were the killer

That discussion stops when Chandler threatens to make Veronica sleep on the couch if she keeps accusing Duke so she backs off

From there, they spend each session looking into one or more of the suspects, interrogating them and comparing their testimonies against the evidence, and eliminating those from the list who could not possibly be the killer

Chandler rolls so many Nat 1s and she swears up and down that the dice are rigged (They totally are, JD and Duke both thought it would be funny to see her get mad over it when she didn't even wanna play in the first place)

Much to JD's horror, Betty's seduction strategy works more often than not and despite his attempts to put a stop to it, she always finds a way around them

JD (speaking as the NPC): "I appreciate the gesture, but I'm not attracted to women"

Betty: "Ya wanna bet?" Out of character "JD, If I roll a Nat 20 and add that with my +5 bonus can I still seduce him?"

JD (Done with her bs): "Sure why not"

Betty: rolls a nat 20

JD (Doing just fine he lied he's dying inside): "You all watch as Barnabas somehow seduces a gay guy, and as JD regrets all of his life choices"

It becomes Mac's mission to make as many animal friends as possible and to stop Martha from sacrificing animals to her demon overlord

Whenever they have to fight an enemy that is even remotely animalistic, Mac tries to roll for Animal Friendship and to make it her friend

Like one time they were fighting this Tabaxi (Cat person) and Mac tried to use Animal Friendship, arguing that even tho its humanoid its still a cat and therefore an animal

She ends up somehow becoming friends with an Owl Bear and she plans to use it to smell some cloth left by the killer and track the killer

Duke acts quickly by sending a quick text to JD while hiding her phone under the table so no one sees saying that she does something to agitate the Owl Bear, sending it into a frenzy which allows Duke to kill it, saving herself

When the party questions JD on that he says that somebody did something to anger the bear

Mac got pretty upset after this so after that session they all went out for ice cream

Over the course of the sessions Veronica becomes more and more suspicious of Duke but no one believes her despite the mounting evidence that points to her involvement

Sometimes at the start of sessions JD will add that another student died, sometimes just a random that they hadn't gotten too or one they had decided wasn't the killer, but sometimes it would be someone they heavily suspected, forcing them to question themselves further

Eventually they get who they think is the culprit and they are arrested and the group thinks they won, only for JD to start the epilogue where he says that because of all of the deaths that she caused, Hecate Dahlia was able to stand out more among her class, allowing for her to be placed in the upper classes and get a better job once leaving university, and that she lived the rest of her life guilt-free for both the murderers and the innocent person she condemned to death by framing them for the murders she committed

Veronica jumps out of her chair screaming that she knew it the whole time but the rest of them didn't believe it and that she was right and they were wrong

Mac, Betty and Martha look betrayed

Chandler storms out of the room and tells Duke that she's sleeping on the couch for a while

Meanwhile Duke and JD are just cackling about how they actually got away with it

Duke ends up sleeping on the couch for a month before Chandler lets her back in

Whenever someone brought it up Chandler would get pissy and they would say "But I thought you didn't wanna play the stupid nerd game Chan-Chan?" and she would only get more pissed off

#heather chandler #heather duke #heather mcnamara #heathers #heathers the musical #veronica sawyer #poly!heathers+veronica #poly!heathersxveronica #heathers headcannons #heathers au

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phxntomsdusk · 9 months ago

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Goth!Wilma headcanons - fem!reader

note; yes, goth!wilma is a lesbian through and through. i can’t see her with a man + some goth!softball wilma hcs

tags; @ax-y10 , @joviepog , @pheliiaa , @idontreallyexistyet , @rqvii , @vibestillaxxx , @lillylvjy , @average-vibe , @toastyliltoasts41 , @ivvees-blog , @haunted-headset (ask to be added!)

GOTH!WILMA - who constantly finds herself falling for girls who are nothing like her. always wearing bright pinks or blues, pastels, constantly wearing a smile on their faces

GOTH!WILMA - who uses nicknames based on her favorite things; “my lovely rose” , “my cute little bat” , etc !!

GOTH!WILMA - who compares her girlfriend to her favorite things; roses, bats, crows & ravens, the rain

GOTH!WILMA - who will stare at her girlfriend like she’s the reason the earth orbits the sun, or the reason the stars show up at night

GOTH!WILMA - who met her girlfriend in high school, falling for her always immediately but was too shy to approach her—she was worried she’d scare her off !!

GOTH!WILMA - who occasionally “borrows” her girlfriends pink accessories, pairing them with her all black clothing as a way to say “i’m hers, she’s mine”

GOTH!WILMA - who insists her girlfriends keeps at least a few metal/rock hand t-shirts at her house, making up the excuse for when wilma spends the night — in reality she just wants to see her girlfriend wearing her favorite bands

GOTH!WILMA - who constantly sends pictures of white and black animals, bats hugging stuffies, pink and black things, and always captions them “us”

GOTH!WILMA - who is hella nervous to meet her girlfriends parents, wondering how they’ll react to her appearance — she asks for a bit of help to tune it down, ending up looking more emo then trad goth

GOTH!SOFTBALL WILMA - who hides the fact she loves country music when she first meets her girlfriend, until she accidentally puts on her mixed playlist and panics — but thankfully her girlfriend knew all the words <3

GOTH!SOFTBALL WILMA - who insists on her team’s jersey colors being black or red, sometimes bribing the coaches to listen to her

GOTH!SOFTBALL WILMA - who steals her friends eyeblack and ends up getting carried away, earning a small scolding from her girlfriend before going out on the field

GOTH!SOFTBALL WILMA - who will have her girlfriend wear her jewelry while she plays, though gets distracted at the sight of her lovely girl wearing her things

GOTH!SOFTBALL WILMA - who sometimes scares the other team with her appearance when she first shows up to the field, decked out in her jewelry until she hands her girlfriend all the chunky necklaces and bracelets

GOTH!SOFTBALL WILMA - who immediately puts changes into a more comfortable outfit after a game, making sure to get her jewelry back so her girlfriend doesn’t grow uncomfortable from it all <3

GOTH!SOFTBALL WILMA - who gets so happy when her girlfriend can drive home with her after a game (only happens when her mom/the coach allows it-)

GOTH!SOFTBALL WILMA - who scrolls through all the pictures her girlfriend took of her, picking out which ones look best so she can get them printed and put in a photo album !!

#phxntomsdusk #phxntoms fics #goth!wilma #wilma soot #wilma soot x y/n #wilma soot x you #wilma soot x reader #wilma soot angst #wilma soot fluff #wilma soot hcs #wilma soot headcanons #softball!wilma #goth!softball wilma

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cleoselene · 8 months ago

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All The Concerts!

my mom wrote down every concert she's ever been to and it's a LOT, like in the triple digits

and it got me thinking if I could name every concert I've ever been to? I am fearful I might forget some tho my MS memory sucks but here goes:

New Kids on the Block

Boyz II Men/MC Hammer

Tori Amos (x7)

Switchblade Symphony

KMFDM with Nivek Ogre

VNV Nation (x2)

Air Supply (x2)

Terri Clark (lol I hated country when my family dragged me to this one, I was in my peak Snob Goth era)

Garth Brooks (happened much later when I had learned to embrace country)

Peter Cetera

Sarah McLachlan

The Editors

Radiohead (i hated this hahah, it was so fucking boring like their music. My friend bought the tickets and I had hoped seeing them live would make it click. It did not. I was bored and cold because it was raining in Seattle)

Coldplay (was so much better than Radiohead, seethe snobby indie rock fans)

Regina Spektor

The Decemberists (literally the worst concert I've ever seen. Again I did not buy the tickets but my friend who liked going to indie rock shows always bought two tickets in hopes of getting a date and I was her backup if she didn't. To be clear even though this and Radiohead sucked, I did have a great time with my friend both times)

Cake

George Clinton & Parliament Funkadelic

Puscifer

Barry Manilow

ummm now I'm drawing a blank but I KNOW I've been to more shows and the stupid brain damage is making me forget. I've always been to see a fuck ton of tribute bands at this supper club, and tbh they were almost all really good. The Pink Floyd one especially. Also lol in middle school once this club I was in had a band come perform and they were like... a hair metal Christian band that took mainstream rock songs like "Living on a Prayer" by Bon Jovi and changed the lyrics to like... "LIVING 'CAUSE I PRAAYYYY" and it was fucking hilarious. It's driving me crazy tho because I know there are more actual real concerts I am forgetting -_-

so i guess if you count all the artists I saw multiple times, it comes to... *maths* 28 concerts? Which tbh does not feel like nearly enough.

on the bucket list:

Vienna Teng

Brandi Carlile

Portishead (lol this will never happen but a girl can dream)

Beyoncé

Taylor Swift

TOOL

A Perfect Circle

The Amazing Devil (which is somehow even less likely than Portishead)

SO I'LL MAKE THIS A MEME. Tell me which concerts you've been to, and tell me which concerts you feel like you MUST see before you die. @deathinthesun @an-ivy-covered-summer @swiftzeldas @sylvieons and whoever else wants to do it~

I did get Taylor tickets last year HOWEVER they were... beyond atrocious, the seats. Like, upper upper deck, BEHIND the stage with like no visibility, not even of the screens, because again: BEHIND. I had like three people trying to get tickets that day and 2/3 of us failed but my friend succeeded and she was like "do you want me to buy these? they're upper deck" and I was like yeah yeah that's okay! We can look at the screens! And then I saw the "OBSTRUCTED VISIBILITY" thing and looked at the layout and I was like...kind of devastated, honestly? It's really hard for me to do an outing like that physically, it was outdoors in April (which translates to HOT in Florida) and I just didn't see myself able to endure 5 or 6 hours at minimum in the heat without like, passing out and dying. Not to mention I'm still really scared of being in a large space with that many people because my disease-modifying drug destroys most of my immune system. I ended up selling them, and... buying my vinyl collection lol. Taylor got a lot of that money again because I bought a lot of her records. I'm kind of bummed that maybe I missed my chance forever, but again, I don't think I could have physically swung it. Plus, of the three nights she did Tampa, the show I was supposed to go to had meh surprise songs while the other 2 nights had AMAZING ones, so I know I would have been salty about that too. ONE DAY THO.

#music #meme

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5mind · 2 years ago

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The temporary stage was rather reinforced for something that was just going to be around for less than two days.

An automaton of metal makes their entrance before a small audience of children and a few bored teens. There were a handful of older adults as well -folks who had encountered the squadron back before they suddenly went awol.

"The blade that cuts through despair, Red One!"

The gaps in their plating, usually exposing their more mechanical nature, were painstakingly covered with painted foam ��plating’ - the type cosplayers tend to use. There definitely was some attempt at making them look friendlier.

Next was the blue one, similarly decked out. In lieu of her usual polearm was a colourful prop which she twirled in an impressive show of dexterity.

“The steadfast pillar of hope, Blue Two"

The third unit sped up a ramp leading onto the stage. This one got a bit more applause from their audience. Clearly all the part-timing and attempts at socialising was paying off. Or were these kids just under the impression that they were merely performers?

Who cares?

"Mach speed shooter. Yellow Three."

Before getting up there, the fourth unit gave a thumbs up to the pair of teens backstage who had been helping them with all this. One of them gave her a double thumbs up while the other groaned.

Pink Four leapt onstage, more craft foam glue-gunned over the crack in her head. The clips that composed her rollcall were definitely much more smoothly spliced together than her usual way of speech.

"Razor-sharp - elegance - Persistance hunter --Pink-Four.`

The last unit had been on stand-by by the stage, translating the rollcalls into the local sign language. Finally, he got up there with the rest of the squad. His part was both in sign and displayed on the visor-screen on his face.

⸢ Unbreakable optimism, Green Five! ⸥

All of them striked a pose. A timed device behind them blew up a cloud of coloured smoke.

“MECHANICAL SQUADRON FIVEMIND! At your service!!”

Across the street, within a conspicuously inconspicuous car, the government agent tasked with keeping an eye on a certain ‘rogue AI’ spat out her coffee all over her dash. Yup. There they were.

#[ fivelog ]#[ ic : one in five ]#(( SINCE I HAVE ALL FIVE OF EM UP NOW #(( oh my god i just wanted to drop their tentative rollcall why is this PARAGRAPHS

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technicianuprisingau · 2 years ago

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"I QUIT."

As the dust settled, the two partners felt some sort of fatigue. The drill arm barely grazed their foe, who only stared back at them in return. It was clear that the new technique they invented was working pretty well.

"…we won, b•tch," Robobot Armor hissed at Bonfire, the person who had masquerading everything from the beginning, the one who had tried to make a rift between them and their master, the one who — admittedly — taught them more things about this world and how they work, the person that also separated their system with their body to stir another problem… Honestly, they decided to deal with it later, because to be fair, this entire fight is a pain in the ass.

"Disengage that drill, Robobot…" Kirby called out to the other. "We don't need any murder to solve this."

"Understood," Robobot only responded, still miffed that they can't eliminate — no, kill — this annoying waste of space, but obeyed anyways. They looked around after flipping their arm back to normal, slowly coming to realize how the whole infiltration took what could be counted as hours. Yet there's still a part of them that still has all that adrenaline going. Really shows how bonds can lead a long way. Kirby got off his trusty friend's cockpit and sighed, looking at what remained from the room.

To say it was a mess would be an understatement.

"I see that you have made your choice…" Bonfire spoke, as the mechanical suit moved off. "To be fair… I should've not done that procedure on you, haven't I?"

"Shut the f•ck up," Robobot grunted angrily, staring at the haltworker sharply. "You're pretty damn lucky my master is not the one to drip blood."

"…still with your dependance on your 'master'. I thought you were planning to make a change?" Bonfire asked.

"Yeah, but not with your way, dipsh•t," they grumbled again. "I want to be strong but I don't want to be used as a f•cking tool either."

"It's like your master is any better. He is unwilling to understand how his kindness can kill him. Don't you think his softness could stunt you from your own strength?" Bonfire looked at the pink puffball, seemingly unamused. "I still can't believe you were born from him. How strange it is that such a weak individual gave birth to someone like you. But it doesn't matter. This war is a hopeless fight. The natives will always fall at the end. And with them, you will, too. You're just a machine, and you too wouldn't last long."

As the last sentence echoed around the room, Kirby turned his head straight at Bonfire, giving him quite the cold glare.

"I'm sorry, that's my friend you just insulted over there!" he stood up, but not moving from his spot. "They are more than just a machine! And I don't care if they ended up different because I was the one who accidentally woke them up! I am glad they grew up to be themselves!"

"Oh, now you're talking?" Bonfire sneered, picking up his gun. "You need to realize that you were just lucky all these times."

"And I am GRATEFUL for that, actually!" Kirby retorted. "I've nearly died several times in fact. And now that I have a friend, the chances of not dying has now increased significantly. And yes, Robobot's my friend. You have problems with it?"

"How could you be so lonely that all you do is to be friends with a scrap of metal that would inevitably die?" Bonfire shot back with venom within his words. "You're nothing but an inferior being. In fact, you don't deserve this technology at all. At the end of the day, you don't matter much but as a fodder for your kind. So it's best that you step back. You don't deserve to be an admin, or a 'master', for that matter. Now-"

Before Bonfire could add more words to his supposedly demoralizing speech, Robobot Armor had enough of what he just said. Detriment themselves? That's fine. Detriment their master? That crossed the f•cking line! Seething with nothing but pure rage, the mechanical suit simply cuts the haltworker's words with a deck to the face, much to Kirby's… surprise? Horror? He doesn't know how to react here, he was speechless as Robobot finally went loose.

"Couldn't you shut the f•ck up?!" Robobot shouted at the top of their voicebanks, finally losing it. The mechanical suit grabbed Bonfire and slammed the poor bastard to the ground, before yelling even more to drive their point across. "MY MASTER ISN'T SOME F•CKING IDIOT! YOU ARE THE IDIOT FOR ALL OF THIS BULLSH•T YOU'RE CAUSING!"

"Robobot, please-" Kirby attempted to console, only for the armor to ignore.

"You expected me to DIE?! TO GET F•CKED LIKE THE REST?! ACTUALLY, YOU CAN KINDLY GO F•CK YOURSELF, BECAUSE I. AM. NOT. GOING. TO DIE! I WILL SURVIVE WITH MY MASTER!" they announced loudly, not showing signs of stopping as they pinned Bonfire to the ground with one hand and getting ready to punch with the other before beating the ever living crap out of him with little mercy. "I'LL LIVE AS LONG AS I WANT TO, UNTIL THE LAST OF MY BREATH, AND IF YOU WANT TO PROTEST, YOU CAN PROTEST ALL YOU F•CKING WANT IN HELL!"

The eyes of Kirby only widened at the violence his friend was causing. Last time he was only able to barely hear them going berserk at that… hologram thing. But now, he got the front seat on the situation, and honestly… It was kind of terrifying. From the shouting and the yelling, it was clear how strong the mechanical being's emotions are, as it was far stronger than his own. Dear Nova.

As the beatdown commenced, Robobot had devolved into ranting about how stupid the whole thing was. All they wanted was to know why they feel off in this world, all they wanted was to find confirmation as why all of this fell into place, all they wanted was to find their origins, but no, instead they find themselves unable to protect anyone they are supposed to be protecting, and they find themselves being used to kidnap their master's best friend. What a sh•tshow and a waste of time it all was, they remarked between all that rage-fueled shouting. Eventually, Kirby gritted and backed off several meters away… before jumping straight inside of the cockpit, swiping control before his friend would have dealt even more of a fatal blow.

"Stop!" Kirby shouted.

The room was sunk into silence afterward.

"…foolish child. I thought you'd use this chance to let me die," Bonfire snarled.

"Well we just want all of this crap to end, actually," Kirby said, still trying to restrain Robobot as their pilot-in-charge. "And you're not making it any better!"

"I'm just doing orders, I do whatever is the best for the company," Bonfire stated.

"Then whatever is best for the company… Is pretty much sh•t," Robobot finally stated back before they threw the haltworker to a nearby wall.

As soon as his body hits the steel wall, Bonfire grunted in pain. His gun was no longer in his hands. Like he could move anyways, since what Robobot did likely broke his spines and joints. It hurts to do anything now.

Kirby huffed, deciding to, well, just take whatever while he still can. He grabbed the gun, kept it within his helmet's inventory, and looked at the haltworker that had been quite the nuisance to his friends.

"You know, no one's going to harm my friends like that without any sort of payment, so… I'll be taking these," Kirby grumbled as he pulled out Bonfire's gloves from his hands, before keeping them inside his inventory. "I won't kill you since I believe in second chances — and I know that people usually learn from their mistakes anyway — but if you try anything stupid with my friends again after this, MIGHT AS WELL YOU DIE!"

The warning echoed throughout the room, twice louder than Robobot's own 'ranting session' or whatever that was. It was clear that he meant business this time. The pink puffball groaned in annoyance over the events that had happened before heading to the exit door.

"Come on, Robobot, we gotta free Bandee…" Kirby told his friend.

"Give me a f•cking minute, Master Kirby," Robobot respectfully answered. "I'll get my ass there shortly."

"Alright! Just… don't stay too long, okay?" he nodded, leaving first.

Robobot Armor only nodded, watching as Kirby entered the door. They still have something to tell to the haltworker, and they were going to make sure this one sticks as well as what Kirby just said. They knelt to Bonfire's level, before whispering quietly so only him alone can hear them.

"F•ck you and your stupid ass company. Even if my 'vessel' was your stuff or whatever that hell that was, you're NEVER my creator to begin with, you little sh•ts. Master Kirby is, and now it is my obligation to keep him safe as his guardian, and if anyone else in your sh•thole says otherwise, they can f•ck off for all I care, or if not they can meet something more than just a damned punch to the face," they said, before flipping their arm into a drill arm again and pointing it to Bonfire to make their point. "I. QUIT."

Once a few seconds passed, they flipped their converted arm to normal and walked unflinchingly to follow Kirby, clearly showing more resolution, while Bonfire huffed, calling for an SOS to be sent back to the mothership above before muttering to himself.

"…it seems like that chip did something more than just replicating bonds…"

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#technicianuprisingstory #kirby #kirby au #kirby series #kirby planet robobot #technician uprising #i swear you'll have some context later #i am most likely going to post the stories in a random order #did you know this is an old story #yes i am reposting them here because they are all canon #robobot armor #uhhhh i think i forgot something #we'll get there when we get there

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medicus-mortem · 2 years ago

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@rubi-rp-hub asked: §: a nightmare (but also give us a real terrible nightmare :3)

Dream drabbles! Send a... §: a nightmare.

Law stands on the deck of his ship but something isn’t right. The yellow seems faded, the metal rusted. Planks creak under his boots and the ocean is a gray mirror as far as the eye can see. Clouds block out the sky, their rolling grey promising rain but not delivering. He takes a step towards the open submarine door, the darkness within reeking of a stench he is far too familiar with. He spent days suffocating under it as a child, the boy having once feared he would never be able to wash the smell of that rot out of his clothes.

His hand touches the cool metal and it creaks as he pushes it open. Then comes laughter. It echoes out of that suffocating darkness. Law hisses, stepping back as he draws his sword. The laughter only grows, mocking as it seems to surround him. He sees the glint of those telltale sunglasses before the monster himself stalks from the gloom. His smile is wider than his face, his hunched body closer to that of a spider than a man. Blood stains his pink feathery coat and he reeks of death. That decay washes over Law and for a moment he feels himself suffocating all over again.

“Fufufufu, hello Law,” the monster drawls, his spindly hands coming out of his pockets. “It’s been too long.”

Law’s only answer is a bestial snarl before he throws himself forwards, sword raised to cut and dice and kill. But Joker raises a hand and his whole body stops. It feels like he can’t even breath, his muscle tensing but no step made. He sees the subtle gleam of strings and he knows Doflamingo has him. Knows he’s been caught by the puppet master’s strings.

“Did you truly think you’d escaped me, boy?” Joker says, his laughter mixing with his words. “My strings were always on you, Law. I could never let go of what’s mine.”

“I’m not. I ... I’m free,” Law hisses, despite knowing deep down he doesn’t understand what that word even means.

“No, you’re just rebelling and I am here to fix that. I just gotta show you, is all,” Doflamingo chuckles and again his smile widens beyond the confines of his skin. “Come on, Law. Your crew is waiting.”

“What did you do to them?” Law snarls as his body starts walking forwards against his will.

“Nothing. You should worry about what you’re going to do to them.”

Doflamingo’s laughter echoes around him as he walks through these halls that are so familiar and yet warped in ways that don’t make sense. They twist and turn in impossible ways, the walk through the grim metal hallways seeming to take hours. Then they come into his operating room, into this room made to heal his crew and family, and what he finds is all of them huddled in here. Terrified and tied up like the victims of a massive spider. Doflamingo steps into Law’s view and gestures to his crew.

“As punishment for being a naughty little dog, we’re gonna destroy your favourite toys,” the monster says, grinning wider and growing taller until his spindly limbs over shadow everything.

Doflaming’s fingers twitch and Law moves, Kikoku suddenly in his hands. He tries to fight this, to go against the will tugging him forwards, but he finds he doesn’t have the strength. How could he think he did? He was never strong enough, never going to be good enough. A dying boy can’t fight a demon.

“Captain, please help us,” pleads his crew, their voices mingling together into a cacophony.

“No,” he whispers. Looking down at all their pleading eyes, all seeing him like some saviour, like some wonderful being that can do anything. A gasp and he feels tears streaming down his face. “I can’t. I’m not ... Don’t look at me like that!”

The pleading becomes screaming and he tastes blood. Kikoku sings and slices again and again until the hopeful faces are just blood and meat. He wants to close his eyes against it but his puppet master won’t let him. All the while Joker laughs, his voice ringing out over the screams and the sounds of sliced flesh.

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Law wakes screaming, sweat dripping off his body. His room is a mess, books and furniture thrown about the place. As he wakes his bed drops to the floor, the defensive urges of his devil fruit shutting off as he gains consciousness. Yet, that terror clings to him. He throws his tangled blanket from his form and staggers to his door. Before he can wrench it open it is pulled open by Penguin who look on in worried terror. That worry only grows when he sees the wild, panicked eyes of his captain and best friend.

“Law,” Penguin starts, reaching for Law.

Instead Law grabs Penguin’s face, thumbs rubbing at his cheeks as if he can’t believe he’s real and here. Law’s eyebrows knit together and a pained whine leaves the captain. It is in this moment that Penguin realises the nightmare Law just had was a really bad one.

“You’re alive,” Law sighs, and he visually sags.

“Yeah, yeah I am dude. It’s alright. We’re alright. Why don’t you sit down and I’ll get you some water?” Penguin asks.

Alas, his captain is quite sane just yet. Law’s hands drop to Penguin’s shirt, grabbing fistfuls and holding him close. There is desperation in Law’s face, a terrible need to make sure everyone truly is safe. That their home hasn’t been invaded.

“Search the Tang,” he commands, shoving Penguin. “I want a full headcount and I want to make sure no one else is here. Go.”

“Ah, sure boss but we’ve been submerged for days. No one else is on the ship,” Penguin protests, but of course he’s already taking a step down the hall.

“I said go!” Law bellows. Penguin runs off to do his bidding and Law slumps again his doorframe. Arms wrap around his torso as he sinks, a low aching sob slipping past chapped lips.

#rubi rp hub #Boring Question // Answered Ask #As Planned // IC #log entry // drabble #[have a fear he's had since after the whole dressrosa bullshit]#[would have made the heart killings a bit more personal but it was getting long]

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wheelgurl · 10 months ago

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What’s on the menu?

A short Lower Decks fiction by Lain Kaplan , @lainkaplan on Twitter and Instagram.

I do not own the rights to any of these characters.

Place: The Cerritos tertiary science bay.

(Note: the tertiary science bay is T’Ana’s second storeroom, but it pulls double duty.) Mariner and Rutherford are leaning over a terminal.

Rutherford: So my simulation’s all set up, Mariner. I’m so excited! Where do you think our ancient Earthers will want to go?

Mariner: Look, I’m planning to build my new subwarp trebuchet in here, some of the Captain’s favorite padds need a new hard reset, if you know what I mean. Let’s see your new project already so you can get out of here and I can get my groove on. I need a new kph record.

R: I’ll help, but I’m doing the presentation. Deal?

M: (eye rolling hard) Deal. Just activate it already! I have places to be!

Rutherford, animatedly: Testing! This is my fourth experimen in my new diplomatic technological developments! The Greatest Chefs of All Time! Reports from our colleagues in the Temporal Security division have said that the number of humans who have entered the present day is skyrocketing dramatically! Two reports a decade ago, seven incidents two years ago, and four last month! We’re seeing a potential for exponential proliferation.

Mariner holds a hand over her mouth and yawns faintly, trying to mask her boredom.

R: To date, the displaced people have arrived in Starfleet’s space to the best of our knowledge. We’re more equipped to handle their eccentricities than our neighbors. But eventually they’ll show up in other communities. If they end up in Cardassian space, that would be a problem, for instance.

Which is why I created the Greatest Chefs! Using the design from Voyager’s mobile hologram emitters, to help our neighbors deal with our new friendly visitors, how better to improve their familiarity with these stranded time travelers than a few similar people from Earth’s history, creating scrumptious food tailored to the local preferences? That way they’ll be totally ready for these poor confused travelers! And we will continue our great relationships with our neighbors with better cultural understanding. Again!

Each chef will travel to the neighboring civilization of their choice, I programmed a brief understanding of each of their foods and cultures. They’ll make their own decisions! And everyone eats better. It’s a win-win!

M: Hold on. You did this before?

R: Three times.

M Why do you think you need a fourth?

R: Well, for the last one, I read many reports of Ghengis Khan being a delicacy from Central Asia, so I picked the dish’s inventor!

M: So?

R: The Diplomatic Corps informed me that he’s the new Gorn emperor. I guess they really like their spicy grilled vegetables and lamb equivalents. I’m sure everything’s going to work out great.

M: Fine, fine, whatever. Move it, I want my mom’s display devices to go boom.

R: Oh, how did you know about Emeril? His recordings are some of the earliest vids on file. Excellent taste. He went to the Bajorans.

M: (beat) Yuup. Anyway…

R: So this time I asked the computer to pick someone from the 21st century who’s famous for serving. I want to see where they’ll go! Let’s see!

Rutherford stirs his terminal, causing a new hologram to come to life.

The new figure before them stands almost two meters tall, olive skinned, lanky with a relaxed stance. They reach up to check long, flowy locks of fuchsia in a windswept do. Baby blue eyeliner surround their piercing black eyes. There’s a sudden sweep of confusion over their face for a nanosecond as their eyes sweep over the Cerritos’s dingiest tech lab, but they snap back into an air of calm. They’re wearing a crisply pleated tartan mini-skirt, a pink tee-shirt cut off just below the rib cage with a black Mary Jane collar, black opera gloves, white and pink striped thigh highs, and eight centimeter heeled Doc Marten customs. There’s a round metallic pin with pastel hues where a comm badge would be, emblazoned with “All pronouns are cool, bitches”. The holo-emitter isn’t obviously visible.

Rutherford: Welcome! You’re three hundred seventy two years in your future now. Who are you, and do you know your mission?

The new visitor speaks with a delicate, musical voice with a thick Philly tone.

Tall human: (big grin) Wow, the future. I’m Alice Galaxia Georgia, I’m from North Philly, by Boner 4ever. It’s a pleasure. Cool pajamas, sib.

M: High five welcome, Queen! (They high five in a sense of mutual admiration.) I’m surprised I didn’t see that kind of outfit in my history texts, … Miss? That’s Rutherford, I’m Mariner.

Alice: Mx., thanks. Enchante!

[Note to cis readers, it’s pronounced mix.]

Wow, so I’m in space. I thought I needed a bowl for that.

R: You mean like the depictions of 1950s pulp magazine covers?

A: Hah! No, weed.

R: So is your knowledge of our neighboring people functioning? Please tell me where you want to go!

A: Oh, there’s no question. Take me to the Klingons. I know exactly what they’ll love eating. It’s perfect for their palates.

R: Gagh?

A: Almost, hon. Gock. I’m heading to the shuttle bay. Chill, I’ll text you to keep you updated, I have your code. (They walk out the bay doors.)

Mariner busts out laughing, a deep gut laugh, holding her sides, then turns to Rutherford.

M: Oh wow, she is going to be a goddamn legend on Qo’noS, let me tell you. Way to go, Rutherford, you outdid yourself this time.

R: (confused) Hold on, I’m accessing Earth historical culinary records of that era, and there appear to be no entries in any cookbook of that era for gock.

M: Oh, I can tell you stories, Rutherford. Help me with my trebuchet, and then we’ll go to the caf, and you’ll hear ALL about what she’s going to be serving. It’s pretty tasty.

R: Can Klingon replicators fabricate it?

M: (pauses to think) No.

FIN

#star trek lower decks #beckett mariner #sam rutherford #short fiction #fanfic #dirty jokes

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alyjojo · 10 months ago

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January ⛸️ 2024 Monthly - Leo

Whole of your energy: The Lovers

4 Cups came out with this dissatisfied feeling, and 3 Swords rev shows it’s not hurt or pain, you’ve healed from any of that, it’s just…not thrilled. Something could be coming to light about the past, you could be deciding you’ve waited on someone or something long enough and it’s time to move on. It shows up as past energy, something you’re not exactly thrilled to hear, or even discuss, at least initially. The meditation was simply a little metal ship 🚢 like the Monopoly game piece, moving across a map of many colors, from a pink spot across the sea to somewhere pretty far off. This waiting energy was connected to 6 Swords, you could be waiting to travel, or expecting someone else to come see you, but maybe they don’t have the same enthusiasm, or you don’t, either way. You could just be feeling restless and wanting to travel.

Having pulled the initial cards, every 👏 single 👏 card 👏 is major arcana. Even The Magician at the bottom of the deck, this is an intense & transformative time, big changes are at play. You seem to have already gotten through a relationship that was toxic, kept you stuck, and broke your heart, likely a karmic soul tie of some kind…or this energy wouldn’t be here, whatever this was happened for a higher purpose in your life. The Lovers is a powerful connection, The Star is here too, this can show Twin Flame where/if that applies. It hurt, this relationship crushed you, there are likely more people involved than just you two. But you’re over it now - 3 Swords rev, and it was not easy.

What’s going on in January:

The Star:

After a Tower has completely collapsed and wiped away everything as you knew it to once be - likely in the past, The Star eventually appears like a light in the dark, to show you the way back to your path. It fills you with hope, optimism, Wheel of Fortune at the bottom can show different synchronicities showing up for you, and people/opportunities you need at just the right time, it’s no coincidence. The Devil clarifies, you could see the deeper meanings to why things had to go the way they did, how they’ve benefitted you in the long run. Referring to the preshuffle, you could be finding out or realizing things about a person you don’t really like, but never saw clearly. Or you’ve waited on a toxic personality that’s never going to change. Some of you have healed addictions, or you’ve waited for someone else to. However it plays out for you is seeing the positive in a formerly negative situation, habit, way of thinking or behaving, that’s probably kept you stuck for some time. You seem to be releasing more than just a person, if a person is included, this is like the end of an era for you. With Pluto moving into your 7th and you being one of the most intensely affected, this all makes sense astrology wise. Relationships of all kinds are subject to change - for your highest good, you will change too 💙

The Hierophant:

Could be a marriage that’s ended. You have Judgement clarifying, and three more major arcanas at the bottom. I’ve never seen a reading like this before, not *this* much. This could be a counselor, a rehab facility, a priest or spiritual leader, a wise elder of any kind, that’s helping you move forward in the ways you were previously stuck, whether that includes addictions or not - it does for someone. Some of you may feel “born again” or finding your faith after a long time not really caring about that sort of thing. Spirit may be proving themselves to you, in countless ways, only you would know how. Someone or some higher learning is helping you make a final decision that’s Justice for you - and The Hermit. Could definitely be a divorce, doesn’t have to be, it can be removing yourself from anyone you find to be toxic. The Hierophant can be a parent too. Something hurt you deeply, and it had to go, or you had to, and your own faith or some kind of teacher/mentor is helping to pull you through this difficult time.

The Sun:

Clarified by Page of Swords & The Moon, you seem to be seeking this Hierophant energy, someone very wise with a spirit of learning, eagerly and curiously finding out all you can about the things that confuse you, to make you feel more knowledgeable and well-adjusted or prepared for how to move forward. For some this is literally a counselor after a toxic relationship or addiction. Or you’re doing your own work in this area, you see your issues clearly and want to know how to overcome them. Some of you may have put off school and could be trying to go back, further your education in some way, get training on something, a certificate or license. Where you were once confused, fearful, worried, unsure and not aware of what’s going on, you feel you have a much better understanding now, and what you don’t, you’ll seek out that information. Page of Swords can be communicating with others as well, some kind of a support group that’s helping you work through these difficulties, and it’s working, or it will 💯

The Fool:

A brand new beginning is here for you to completely start over. 3 Swords being here upright with 10 Swords & The Devil, there could’ve been some 3rd party interference in a relationship that’s ended, your person could’ve been juggling an air sign, or this is the ex, could just be you were in this Queen of Swords energy. Truth, balance, fairness, but zero hesitation in cutting something off thats no good for you, this Queen makes no time for unhealthy bs that’s unworthy of her and what she deserves. You probably found someone out and ended this connection altogether, Death follows. It’s a new beginning for you, The Fool isn’t afraid to take a leap into the unknown, he’s excited, and so are you. But first, the ending of something else.

Death:

The end. You’re not giving to this anymore. Or they may have left. But most of you I think were the ones to realize what’s going on, and decide you’re better than this, you deserve more than 4 Cups - not being chosen, treated as an option or not a priority. Or that’s switched for a crosswatcher. Death is not only death but a powerful transformation in yourself, further encouraged by Pluto entering your opposite sign for the next 20ish years. Your relationships will be affected more than anything else, especially for risings, but in order for what you deserve & want to come in, you have the shed the skin of the past first. I get Spirit being with you 1000% through this, it’s a difficult reading but an encouraging one, you see this wasn’t or isn’t good for you and that’s the first step towards getting to where you want to be, with who you’re supposed to be with. If they haven’t shown up yet…things are still transitioning, it’s gotta end before it all begins again.

Signs you may be dealing with:

Gemini, Libra, Aries, Scorpio, Capricorn & Taurus

Oracle: ✨

20 Healing Energy 🤕

Drawing this card guides you to work with energy on a healing level. Take a class, go and receive a Reiki healing, or just sit in meditation and concentrate on mindfulness. With the healing energy of Divine love, you do not have to “know” how to do anything. Just sit quietly, set your intention and let Spirit’s love fill you up. When you are living in a vibration of healing, you not only affect yourself, but those around you. Others then can connect with your energy and their vibrations can rise as a result. There is no force to this. This is basically how energy works. Your vibrational change will effect change in the ones you are close to. Alternately this card signifies healing is taking place within a relationship.

We enter into January as:

Cherry Heart 🍒

“When you accept yourself, you find love.”

Cherry Heart reminds us that we may not be accurately assessing ourselves. If you are drawn to Cherry, consider that perhaps you are being given signs to see, hear or feel a truth, but have yet to accept it. It is also a reminder that you may be distorting your reality in a self-defeating way. Short-changing ourselves is how we hold ourselves back. Cherry Heart is at the core an issue of self-acceptance and seeing miracles in everyday life. Cherry wishes to tell you that prosperity happens with acceptance. She invites you to see yourself as complete just as you are.

What is to be learned in January:

Blue November 🕊

“ A window is opened as a door gently closes.”

The passing of things in our lives is inevitable. Jobs, people, friendships, or relationships. This card is a message that whatever is going on requires a release on your part. There is no healthy escape from your own feelings. This card is a reminder that what is taken away is replaced with something else, in some form, eventually. You may not even be aware of the loss, but others around you are feeling it, in some cases. This could represent some unexpected news. You must be grateful for what you have. A coming celebration will pull you through whatever is coming. Do not be afraid that you are avoiding your feelings by celebrating. Your feelings will surface, and resurface, when they’re supposed to. Whatever is pending that you must face will not be as frightening as it is in your mind.

Blue may be a lucky color 💙

#Leo #monthly tarot reading #january 2024 #tarotblr #monthly #tarot

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pastelbatfandoms · 2 years ago

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System Ask (part 1)

❓- How many alters are in your system? That we know of 8.

🥸 - Who is currently fronting? The host, with a bit of Levathia.

👻 - Most frequent fronters? Levathia (former persecutor turned protector.) Mina (Sexual and social alter) Mitch (Emotional trauma holder) & Michelle (Host, main)

🤖 - Any non-human alters? Levathia is a vampire, Mitchell is half cat, Alistair & Newt are demons.

🏳️‍🌈 - How many alters are queer? All of them lol

😶‍🌫️ - Do you experience amnesia? Emotional yes and mental amnesia from when I was 5-13

👾 - Are you an introject heavy system? used to be. Majority have integrated. Besides some irl one's unfortunately.

🧠 - What’s the headspace like? Dark lol alot of shallow water and bedroom doors lined up. Newt and Alistair both guard a door with a glowing light behind it which is the front.

🎵 - Favorite song? As in our favorite song as a whole? I don't think we have one.

🎨 - Favorite colors? Michelle's- Pastels,Mint, teal and black. Rini's- Pink, yellow and pale blue. Mitch's- Blue, Red, black and green. Mina's- Pink and red. Elizabeth's- Blue and white. Levathia's- Black, emerald, red, purple. Liryia's- Purple, Lavender, blue. Alistair- Black. Newt- Black, Grey and chocolate brown.

❤️ - Any romantic relationships within the system? Not that I know of. Though Levathia's soulmate is one of my ex's and I do wonder if he is an introject or fragment inside.

💖 - Any platonic relationships within the system? All lol

🌸 - Does anyone have a particular aesthetic? Um wow yes. Mine changes all the time currently it would be Cottage Core, Boho/witchy, Pastel, Art hoe & Chaotic Academia.

Mitch's- Grunge, Emo, Egirl/Boy, Visual kei, Fairy Kei, Decora.

Minara- Y2k, Preppy (Gossip Girl), Gyaru (likes it but has never tried it), Scene. Nymphette.

Levathia- Goth (Romantic, Victorian, Nu) Edgy, Sexy.

Rini- Girly, Lolita (but she doesn't dress up in it anymore because it's too expensive) 80's/90's, Lots of kid like clothes and cartoon shirts.

Elizabeth- Conservative, Angel Core.

Liryia- Space core, galaxy, pastel goth.

Alistair- Goth, Metal, fancy.

Newt doesn't have one as the majority of the time she's wearing a velvet robe.

🍔 - Any favorite foods? Not sure about most of them. But Mitch really likes junk food lol he eats alot tbh.

Rini likes Chicken nuggets, fries and sweets.

⚽️ - What are your hobbies? Michelle- Reading, Collecting Anime and Dolls, Writing, Witchy stuff, Tarot readings, watching YouTube, Shopping (especially thrifting and yard sales), Dancing, Decorating, going to the movies.

Elizabeth- Cleaning, Baking, decorating, singing.

Rini- Playing, coloring, collecting stickers, reading, watching cartoons and magical girl anime.

Mitch- Roller blading, reading comics and manga, playing video games, watching tv, going to concerts.

Minara- Fashion, shopping, makeup, dancing, watching Drama and reality shows, going out, date nights, singing, sex lol

Alistair- listening to metal or industrial music, concerts.

Levathia- Reading, writing poetry, watching vampire films, dancing, daydreaming, concerts.

Liryia- Tarot readings, Divination, collecting crystals and decks, drawing and art in general.

🌻 - Any special interests?

Michelle- Taking care of the animals, True Crime, making gifs.

Mitch- Pro Wrestling & taking care of the pets.

Rini- Building the inner world.

Levathia- does BDSM count?

Elizabeth- Watching over the children.

Liryia- Spiritual work. "conspiracy theories" and communing with other Starseeds.

Mina- Celebs and Hollyweird. Acting.

💫 - Most chaotic Alter? Levathia and Minara in their own ways.

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New Girl ; Rafe Cameron

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Pairing: Rafe Cameron x reader

Summary: Just as Rafe thought his life couldn’t get any worse, a new girl moved into town.

Warnings: Straight smut! Mentions of trauma, extreme love-hate relationship, fluff

A/N: thank you so much for 600+ followers wtf ily <33

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One thing that Rafe was sure of; he was no tour guide, or anything of the sort.

Sure, he got himself into trouble; vandalising the principal’s office and destroying school’s properties, but that was it. He didn’t try to include the part where he goes to parties to get high and wake up the next evening with a painful headache, that was more to his personal life and he believed no one in the education system could have the advantage to be mad at him for it.

“I simply just won’t do it,” Rafe shrugged, sighing against the chair. “Look, why don’t you ask Topper to help this new kid? He’s good in class.”

“You answered yourself, Mr. Cameron,” the counsellor sighed, placing a file on top of the table lightly. “He’s good at school work, and you’re not. That’s why we’re going with you.”

So that was the core reason as to why Rafe was waiting impatiently for the arrival of the new student, whom he didn’t even care about to know the gender. All he wanted was to sit at the back of the school and light some joints.

“Mr. Cameron, this is Ms. (Y/L/N).”

Rafe took a look at her. He bit the insides of his cheeks, thinking how she didn’t even make an effort to dress properly for her first day in a new schoolz

An oversized tee and denim shorts. Really?

“Hi,” she smiled, extending her hands. “I’m (Y/N).”

“Rafe,” was all he said, before handing her her timetable for the semester.

She scanned the paper, nodding slightly and pointed at a word. When she realised how Rafe wasn’t listening, she cleared her throat.

“What?”

“I got Biology with Mr Garcia. Where’s Room 3?”

Rafe scooted closer next to her, and the smell of strawberry cheesecake wafted into his nostrils. He took a step back, seething.

Who would even wear a cakey perfume?

“Uh, that’s like, at the end of the hall?” He answered, but it was more like a question. He looked at the direction he was noting, and nodded again. “Definitely the one at the end of the hall.”

“You really don’t care, do you?” She asked, crossing her arms. “Where’s my locker?”

Rafe took another look at her timetable, searching for her locker number.

372.

He turned to look at his own locker, finding the number, and letting out an ‘oh’. “Yours just 4 lockers away from mine.”

“Thanks.” She muttered, and Rafe sighed before fixing the left side of his bag strap dangling from his left shoulder. “Is that it? Can I go?”

“Not so fast, Rafe,” the counsellor sighed, stopping him by his chest. “You’re supposed to stay with her for the week. Help her get around. And you’re supposed to show her around the school compound now.”

Rafe looked up to the counsellor with a pained expression and then back to (Y/N), his chest heavy. “Fine. Let’s go. What do you call yourself again?”

Right before lunch, Rafe stayed over in his class for a few minutes before going out to the hall. He didn’t want to see the new girl, and he didn’t feel like being her assistant anymore.

But the world wasn’t that fair.

(Y/N) grinned, walking towards him. “Can you show me the cafeteria?”

“How do you even know my class?” He muttered, keeping a distance between them. The last thing he ever wanted was to let the news of him being with the new girls circulating around the school, or worse, the whole island.

“My class is directly in front of yours. We parted just now.”

Of course she would remember that.

. . .

A week went by quickly, and before Rafe would know it, he didn’t see (Y/N) anymore, and he was content with it.

Until her family decided to become neighbours with his.

“What do you mean the (Y/L/N) bought the house next to us?” He groaned, watching as Rose and Ward prepared to greet themselves to the new family.

The last thing he wanted was to show her around the fucking island like he was some kind of a hotel worker.

She was in a yellow sundress, and Rafe couldn’t help but notice the way her (H/C) glowed under the sunlight. She looked similar to her mother, both bringing pastries as a way to introduce themselves.

“Hi, we just moved next door,” Mrs (Y/L/N) said, showing the Camerons her pearly white teeth. Rafe wondered if she ever got them done, because it’s not possible for a human to have such white assets.

“Hi, welcome to Obx,” Ward gushed, accepting the pastries happily. “Rafe, take the other cake.”

(Y/N) looked up at the sound of his name, and to Rafe’s amusement, began gritting her teeth. He took the cake with a smirk, happy that he got her all worked up.

He would definitely have the best time of his life taunting the shit out of this girl.

. . .

“Hey, wanna ride a boat?”

“Topper, leave her alone,” Rafe sighed, fixing his cap so it was facing backwards. “She’s not interested.”

(Y/N) perked up at this invitation, never actually riding a boat alone if it wasn’t during a holiday since she was originally from the city. She walked towards her neighbour’s deck, her skin illuminating the golden sunrays.

“Sure.”

Rafe mentally groaned, having to deal with the girl now, but he wasn’t sure if he was angry or jealous. It wasn’t him to be jealous easily, but after a week of becoming her tour guide, he guessed he deserves some kind of a credit from her. Topper didn’t do anything, but she was gladly accepting his invitation.

Their usual stroll along the stream of the island was not like usual, since the air was now filled with the annoying chatter between (Y/N) and Topper. Rafe could never relate with them, only wanting to relax his mind and sleep it off.

“So you’re a city girl? That’s great!”

“Sure Tops,” Rafe wondered, smiling delightly. Anything to get into a girl’s pants. . .

“You know what, (Y/N)?” He called from the place he was resting, and he waited a few seconds before continuing his speech. “If you’re looking for a boyfriend, Topper’s not the guy. He hasn’t moved on from his ex-girlfriend.”

Sure, he would get a lot of shit from Topper for saying that, but he was done with the pointless flirting between them.

“What about you?”

Rafe opened his eyes, watching her from behind his sunglasses. He shifted his position, “What about me?”

“Have you moved on from your ex-girlfriend?”

Has he moved on from Kie? He wasn’t entirely sure. Their relationship was brief, but she was all Rafe had. When she decided to go all full-pogue, he knew there was nothing left of them.

“I don’t date.”

“I can see why,” she said, and Rafe swore he heard some kind of mirth behind her tone.

“Have you?”

“Moved on from an ex?”

Rafe nodded, opening his eyes slightly.

“I guess.”

“Good for him.”

“Excuse me?” She gasped, pushing him lightly. “You’re an asshole.”

She leaned closer onto him, and for a second Rafe thought about letting her in his bubble, but he quickly shoved her away. “Watch it.”

“I’m just trying to tell you about that fucking fly on your face.”

“Yeah? Liar.”

(Y/N) huffed, stomping back to Topper, and Rafe laughed silently.

1-0.

. . .

Fuck.

If he would’ve known about the police raid in Topper’s party, he wouldn’t have come to his house at all. But here he was; all pushed up against the metal chair of the police station, his hair messy and his eyes bloodshot.

“We’re taking a urine test, son,” Shoupe said, sighing. “There’s always something wrong with you.”

Rafe thought about (Y/N) suddenly, and how she was probably back home and watching some kind of a rom-com. That’s totally her; all cuddled up with a pink teddy bear probably named ‘Bear-bear’, constantly wiping the tears off her face over the sad breakup scene of a movie.

Rafe was forced to strip out of his shirt and jeans before entering the small cubicle, and having to go through this same procedure for quite a few times now, he didn’t mind giving a show to the workers.

He quickly zipped his jeans bag, handing a female worker a cup filled to the end with his urine. He yawned, already knowing the results, so there was no use being nervous about it.

He was picked up by an angry Ward an hour later. He groaned, getting in the car to prepare himself for the same lecture about his future and how he shouldn’t jeopardise it, but he was shocked when Ward didn’t utter a word at all.

It was very uncomfortable, but he guessed he was just tired.

“Good morning.”

Rafe rubbed his eyes against the bright sunlight, feeling the pain from his head slowly soaring throughout his body. He squinted his eyes at the figure in front of him again, trying to blink the blurriness away.

“What the fuck?”

“Your mom told me to call for you,” (Y/N) said, looking away from him. Rafe looked down to his body, seeing his shirtless self, and laughed.

Of fucking course she would be uncomfortable with him being shirtless.

“She’s not my mom,” he grunted, removing the covers off of him and checking his phone for the time.

12.43p.m.

“Fuck,” he muttered, and his eyes turned to her again. “What are you doing here again? Leave.”

“Waiting for you.”

“I’ll be downstairs in a few seconds,” he muttered. He didn’t need her to be some kind of maid for him.

(Y/N) muttered some curse word, hoping that riled him up, but she would be stupid if she thought a random curse word would make him Rafe Cameron angry.

It would take a lot more to raise an expression from Rafe Cameron, and a curse word definitely wouldn’t.

. . .

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.”

His boat was not working, but he had just filled her up the night before. This was the newest model too, and he couldn’t afford asking Ward to fix his boat again. Not when he was caught with being on drugs from his urine test last week, and the only reason he got out of the trouble was because of Ward again.

“Is it not working, Rafey?”

Rafe looked up to the sound. (Y/N) was watching him with a sly grin, shielding her eyes with her hands from the sun like she was some goddamn queen that would melt from the heat.

“What did you do to my boat?” He groaned, trying to turn the ignition again.

“What did I do? Come on, why do you always think so bad of me? That’s kinda ru—”

Before she could continue her taunt, Rafe climbed the deck, inching closer towards her and smeling that goddamn cake smell again.

Hell, he’ll buy her a new perfume to stop breathing in that fucking smell.

“That’s kinda what?” He whispered. He was so close to her now, and he could hear her breath hitching. He smirked, his heart soaring.

“You’re kinda dumb for a kook, Rafe,” she sighed. She dangled a familiar key in front of him, and when Rafe took a closer look, he noticed it was the key to his boat.

She threw the key into the water and Rafe watched it plopped, moving straight towards the deep end. His eyes flared at her again, his chest heaving.

“Hope you have a spare key.”

1-1.

. . .

That should be good, he guessed, for being in a tie with (Y/N). But he doesn’t like someone being in the same league as him, so it must be 2-1.

And the 2 from him.

But that was for another day, because Kiara Carrera was in front of him. He fixed his cap so it was facing backwards again, and then putting his hands into his pockets for good measure.

“Hey,” he greeted her. She smiled at him grimly before looking back at the menu, clearly uninterested. “How’re you?”

“I’m. . . great,” she breathed. “Why?”

“Just asking,” he shrugged, “Do you wanna go out for some drinks sometimes? Like the old times?”

Rafe curled his toes, waiting nervously.

“Um, I have to check with my parents first,” she replied. “But, Rafe, you know, it’s been. . . a year.”

“Of course,” he laughed, trying to hide the sudden emotion inside him. “I meant hanging out as a friend.”

“Of course!” She suddenly exclaimed, “If you would bring (Y/N) with us.”

“Oh, I don’t-”

“You don’t?”

“I- fine. I’ll bring her with me. Is tomorrow okay?” He sighed, already foreseeing the future.

And it’s full of shit.

“Tomorrow.”

. . .

“Wow, I am not going to third wheel you and someone, Rafe,” (Y/N) laughed, resting her back against her chair.

“Please,” Rafe begged, sighing. He didn’t know how much begging he could do anymore, not when he had so many things to do. He took a deep breath again, “I’ll do anything for you back.”

“Including hooking me up with JJ?”

“Yes- no. No. What the fuck? Where did you even know this guy?” He expressed, his eyebrows furrowing. He was not going to let her a pull a Kie, though they weren’t dating.

“He helps mower the lawn.”

Of course. JJ Maybank would never pass the chance to get some money while checking out girls.

“I’m not helping you to get together with JJ,” he sighed. “Can we go for a better option? Like Landon? He’s rich.”

“I’m richer,” she yawned. “Okay. Fine. Topper.”

“No,” he shook his head. “Not going to happen.”

If she ever thought about him allowing her to date his best friend, she has to be a lot smarter than that.

He didn’t know why he wouldn’t allow it. Maybe he was scared of Topper hurting her.

Or maybe he just couldn’t imagine her with someone else.

“Then we have no deal,” she replied simply, gazing at her newly painted nails. She gazed at Rafe who seemed to be thinking hard from the top of her sunglasses.

He groaned. “Fine. I’ll help you with Topper. But I’m warning you; he. Has. Not. Moved. On.”

“Oh, he will.”

. . .

Kie was all up on Rafe.

He didn’t know what had gotten into her, because she was never this. . . strong-willed.

Kie had her hands placed against Rafe’s chest, kissing him tenderly and sometimes running her fingers through his hair.

Rafe sucked in a breath, watching as she part. Her mouth formed into a grin, and Rafe couldn’t help but grin back.

“Wanna do it?”

Did he? Of course he wanted to “do it”. He had been wanting to do so since forever. He would be crazy to say no to that invitation, and he was definitely sane.

He looked at (Y/N), who was awkwardly perched up on the sofa, tucking her legs under her and watching some kind of a movie on her phone. Her eyes looked up to Rafe, and she quickly looked away.

“In one of the rooms?”

Kie seemed to look around the boat for a while, like he was looking for someone, but there were only two of them. And (Y/N).

“Fine,” she huffed, and pulled him towards one of the rooms by his wrist.

Kie pushed him onto the bed, and Rafe wondered how she got this side of her. Throughout their 6 months of dating, she never showed him this, so this was a bit of a shock to him.

“Hey, hey,” Rafe gripped her wrists, holding her still. “We don’t have to rush.”

“I want to,” she said, and leaned closer. “I thought you wanted this?”

They began making out, his hand slipping down her back to grab her ass, only to be met with her vibrating phone in her back pocket.

“I’ll get it,” he mumbled against the kiss, and pulled her phone out.

A picture of JJ Maybank’s smiling face right next to Kie greeted him, and his name was perched on top of the screen, signalling his call.

Of course. She never wanted to fuck him. It was always to make someone jealous. That explained the gritted teeth Kie would make when he mentioned JJ earlier.

He sighed, pushing her away so she ended up by his side. “I gotta go.”

“Huh?” Kie sat up straight, looking from Rafe to her phone. She saw the caller, cleared her throat, and held up a finger to tell him to wait.

He should’ve known.

. . .

Rafe never liked the annual Obx’s drive-in movie theatre, because he really didn’t get the hype of watching a mainstream movie that he had watched with Wheezie a lot of times before in his car.

This year, it was way worse; they decided to have some kind of a horror themed drive-in movie theatre, and the best part of all; (Y/N) was going with Topper.

Rafe groaned for the thousandth time at the rapping of a clown against his car window. He gave the clown his middle finger, telling him ‘watch it, you’re scratching my car’, and moving his attention back to the screen.

Annabelle had disappeared from the room the two nurses had placed her in, and the volume quietened before booming again when the doll had appeared in the living room, perching on top of the sofa.

He rolled his eyes, and took a look at (Y/N) and his best friend laying in the back part of his jeep from the rearview window.

They were cuddling.

“Fuck off,” he grunted, throwing his hands into the air. A human-sized Annabelle pulled on the shotgun’s door now, and Rafe gave the actor another middle finger before yelling a ‘fuck you’.

“This is ridiculous,” he said to no one in particular. He stepped out of the vehicle, knowing damn well he would be the target of the ghosts now, but he couldn’t care less. All he wanted was to step away from all of this and maybe refill his soda.

He made his way to the back of the lot, getting his money out beforehand. Some type of a wannabe Michael Myers came up, to which he quickly put a hand up to stop him.

“Don’t. I’m not in the mood.”

Michael Myers seemed to get him, because he left to scare someone else.

“Refill,” he sighed, giving the worker his cup. “Coke.”

“You mean like literal coke?”

Rafe looked behind him, surprised to see a red-faced (Y/N) holding a popcorn bucket. He licked his teeth. “Why? Have you tried it before?”

(Y/N) went up beside him, muttering about putting more caramel in her popcorn to the worker before looking at him. “You seem mad.”

“I’m not.”

“You are.”

“That’s because you’re all up in my business,” he scoffed. He turned to look at his coke, but the worker was still filling the cup up.

Good. Did the machine break or something?

“Where’s the girlfriend?” She asked. She was clearly amused by his sudden tightness, but he quickly softened, as to not rile her up.

“Where’s the fuckbud- I mean boyfriend? Sorry. It just slipped.”

(Y/N) nodded, her mouth forming into a grin. “If you’re jealous, you can just say that.”

“Wait, wait, of what, exactly?”

She shrugged.

“Yeah, exactly. No. For all I care, you guys can get married and move to fucking Antartica and have mini (Y/N)s and Christophers running around.”

The worker placed the newly refilled coke and caramelised popcorn on the counter, and Rafe wondered why she would receive her food at the same time as his when had come here first.

He rolled his eyes, grabbing the drink and walking back towards the car.

(Y/N) jogged to catch up with him, her popcorn bouncing against her chest. “You’re rude, do you know that?”

“Jesus Christ, we’re still on this?” He mumbled. He was still walking, but he wanted her to catch up so he slowed down. He guessed it would be the perfect ending to his night to taunt her until she’s all worked up.

“I just can’t think of a reason why you’re acting so fucking rude to me.”

“Yeah? Think again.” Rafe sipped on his coke, feeling the carbonated drink sloshing down his throat. He felt content, but he wasn’t sure if it was from the coke or from the girl beside him.

“This is—”

A nurse with a bloody front suddenly appeared before them, using some kind of a spray to maximise the size of the fire from a lighter. (Y/N) screamed, turning away from the heat, and Rafe quickly caught her before she could end up on the floor.

“Fuck, fucking move,” he yelled to the nurse, who seemed to be satisfied with her work. Rafe turned to (Y/N), trying to check on her state.

“Yo, yo, you good? Why are you shaking?”

She was trembling really hard against him. She had her arms around Rafe’s neck, her popcorn splattered on the ground. She jolted when a scream came from the speaker.

“Come on, let’s get you to the car,” he mumbled, helping her walk. She kept her face hidden in the crook of his neck, and Rafe had to try his best to balance both of the girl and the Coke in his hands back to the vehicle.

Topper was no longer in the back seat, perhaps looking for Sarah (Rafe wasn’t a bit surprised at this). He was glad his best friend wasn’t there, because the last thinf he needed was two people freaking out on him.

“Okay, chill, I got you,” Rafe grunted, placing the Coke in the cup holder before seating the girl beside the driver’s seat. He sighed before climbing into the driver’s seat and locked the door in case some kind of a crazy maniac tried to freak her out again.

“What’s wrong?”

She didn’t answer, not that Rafe expected her to. She looked like she was reminded by some kind of memory, but Rafe didn’t want to dwell so much on it.

If he could, he would reverse his car out of this lot back to their homes, but he was one of the first cars to arrive at the drive-in theatre, so it was impossible to get out.

He sighed, placing his hands against his lap. “You can tell me, you know.”

She finally looked up to him, and Rafe’s breath hitched from the sight of her red eyes. He softened.

Whatever it was with that fire, it had triggered some kind of a memory in her.

He placed a hand against her lap, but not moving so; just a splat of his hand against her soft skin. He had meant for that as comfort, but he realised how creepy the situation was. He pulled away, clearing his throat.

So they stayed until the end of the movie, just the two of them, and Rafe was sure she wasn’t even watching the remaining parts of the movie. He pretended to watch, but he was really just staring at her the whole time.

Will she ever let her hair down like this again? Because he liked it.

When the movie ended and the cars were starting to move, Rafe slowly reversed the car so as to not shake her awake. But she was a light sleeper, and she woke up as soon as he hit the brakes.

She rubbed her eyes, “Where are we going?”

“Home,” he answered. “You’re okay?”

She didn’t answer, and Rafe knew she wasn’t.

. . .

Two weeks after the incident, they never spoke of it again.

Rafe tried to get an answer out, but to no avail. He didn’t get why he was trying his best to help her, because he, too, needed help.

“Nah. I won’t invite her. If you want (Y/N) to come, then you’ll have to invite her yourself.”

Wheezie’s shoulders slumped, “But you’re close to her!”

“I’m not, and she hates my guts,” Rafe replied honestly. Because that was the truth, right? She didn’t even want to tell him about why she was so scared of fire.

“Invite me to what?”

“(Y/N)!” Wheezie ran to hug her, to which (Y/N) laughed before patting her on the crown of her head. “Tell her, Rafe!”

Is she fucking serious?

“Tell me what?” (Y/N) looked up to Rafe strangely.

“Wheezie wants to have a movie night, and she wants you to watch with us.” Rafe sighed, hating how he couldn’t just ignore Wheezie. She was definitely Rafe’s favourite, being so close to her brother ever since she was born.

“Oh, is that true?” She smiled, looking at Wheezie. “Should I come and wear my best pajamas?”

“You’re not sleeping over, your house is literally 5 minutes away. 2 if you run.” Rafe rolled his eyes. He went up to the counter to pick up a sandwich before biting into it, tasting the creamy eggs and ham. He licked his lips.

“She can sleep with Sarah, right, (Y/N)?”

“If she wants me too. . .”

Rafe rolled his eyes again, “Sarah won’t be with us for tonight’s movie night. She’s starting to hang out with the pogues.”

“Why are you so against the pogues?” (Y/N) asked, when Wheezie left to write a reminder of tonight’s event in her diary.

“Why can’t you just shut your mouth?” He sighed. “It’s all bla bla bla bla. Can’t you see you’ll be happier without having to open your mouth every few seconds?”

(Y/N) bit her lips, and for a second, Rafe had to look away from the look she was giving him.

Shit. Why was he even looking away?

She turned to go away, but was halted by Rafe’s fingers around her wrist. She groaned, turning her attention back to him. “What?”

“You still haven’t told me about the night of the drive-in theatre.”

“Good,” was all she said, before she went back by the sliding door to her home.

. . .

“Rafe would be mad if he saw me watching this.”

“It’s rom-com! And it’s totally PG-13. Trust me on this, okay? Anne Hathaway, yeah, that girl, yes, she’s going to get prettier throughout the movie.” (Y/N) smiled, popping popcorn into her mouth.

Wheezie sighed, placing her head against (Y/N)’s shoulders and yawned. “Like what? Princess Diaries?”

“Yes, but this is The Devil Wears Prada. You’ll love it!”

A beam of light filled the mini movie theatre of The Camerons, signalling the late arrival of Rafe Cameron. He brought two chocolate bars, a Coke (again) and some chicken nuggets.

“Move,” he said, motioning to Wheezie.

“There are more seats around here!” Wheezie hissed, crossing her arms. “I’m not leaving (Y/N).”

“You’re not leaving her, silly, you’re just scooting more to the right.”

“What’s in it for me?” She raised a brow.

“Nuggets?”

She scooted to the side, giving more space for Rafe to place himself beside an annoyed (Y/N).

Out of all 7 medium-sized sofas in the theatre, he decided to pick the one the two girls were sitting on.

Rafe handed Wheezie the plate full of chicken nuggets, looking at (Y/N) before watching the screen. He groaned, “What’s this? Trash?”

“A masterpiece, so shut up,” (Y/N) replied. Rafe huffed, amused, and unwrapped the chocolate bar.

“Want some?”

“No.”

“Come on,” he cooed, placing the chocolate before her eyes. She grunted, pushing his hands away.

Rafe took that as his final warning. He didn’t want to annoy her even more, knowing that she will probably not talk to him anymore. He decided to wait until half an hour later, just to taunt her again.

“I’m going to get more popcorn,” Wheezie suddenly said after an hour into the movie. She excused herself to the kitchen, leaving the two of them alone.

(Y/N) sighed. Great, just like how she wanted.

“What do you want from me?” Anne Hathaway’s voice blared from the speaker, and Rafe looked at (Y/N).

“What do you want from me?” He asked, repeating the dialogue. (Y/N) watched him from the corners of her eyes, not getting any delight from this.

“For you to shut up.”

“Really? That’s boring,” he sighed. “Do you want to know what I want from you?”

“Sure.”

“I’m thinking of a few things. Maybe you, on my lap.”

(Y/N)’s breath hitched, but she tried her best not to look disturb. She shifted in her seating position.

Rafe leaned closer, feeling her heat. “Your turn.”

You know what? Fuck it.

(Y/N) turned to look at him fully in his face, leaning even closer that a part of her was practically on top of him. “Do you know what I think of you, Rafe?”

His eyes dropped to her lips, and he swore his heartbeat quit beating.

“I think about you, Rafe,” she whispered. “All pressed up against me in my bed, whim-”

“More popcorn!”

(Y/N) returned to her previous position, bewildered. She fixed her hair, and her eyes were back to the screen.

If Wheezie were to hang out with a pogue right now, Rafe wouldn’t give a fuck.

“Well, the ending’s shitty,” Rafe exclaimed, clapping his hands. He watched as the end credits rolled, and took a look at Wheezie.

He nudged her, sighing. “Wake up, Wheeze. Go to your room.”

She groaned, searching for her fallen glasses. Rafe helped her to put them on, and gave her another poke.

“I want to watch the movie.”

“The movie’s finished. It’s time to sleep. Go.”

Wheezie groaned, muttering how it’s not fair that her brother could stay up with (Y/N) to watch more movies, but she guessed she was too tired for another round of movie anyways.

“What’s the next pick?”

“Horror.”

“Nah.”

“Why?”

“‘Cause you’re going to freak out on me again.”

“I won’t,” she assured him. “Let’s go with Hereditary.”

Rafe’s fingers and (Y/N)’s were almost touching. He was still bothered by her comment before Wheezie came barging in, and he was still desperate to hear her reply.

“(Y/N)?”

“Hm?”

“What were you trying to say?”

(Y/N) stopped watching, and looked at him. “What?”

“About you thinking of me.”

She blushed. “Nah.”

“Come on,” he nudged. When she didn’t move, he tried placing his hand against her thigh.

(Y/N) stood up suddenly, and for a second, Rafe thought he had fucked up. He watched as she went to the door, locked it, and went back to their place.

“You locked the door.”

“Yeah.”

Rafe licked his lips, smirking slightly. “Ah, I see the game you’re playing.”

“What game?” She raised a brow, only turning to the screen when a scream blared from the speaker.

“Hey, look at me.” Rafe tugged on her chin, forcing her to look at him, and his eyes actually looked into hers. He noticed the (E/C) colour of her eyes now, and he swore he had never looked at something more appealing. “Tell me.”

She stayed quiet, not moving a muscle.

Rafe sighed, getting impatient. He leaned closer now, this time his lips merely an inch away from her cheeks. He could feel the heat radiating from her.

“Tell me, baby.”

“You getting all close to me isn’t helping, Cameron,” she sighed, laying her head against the sofa.

“Still playing hard to get?”

“I’m not playing anything.”

Rafe slowly placed a kiss against her temple before trailing down to her cheeks. She sucked in a breath, and Rafe smiled.

“Still playing?”

She nodded.

Rafe’s lips touched hers by a bit, and she let out a moan she had been trying her very best to contain. Rafe chuckled, pulling away.

“Still playing?”

“Shut up.”

“That’s a yes? Or a no?”

“That’s a fuck you.”

“Oh,” Rafe smiled. “Thought you never asked.”

His kiss was gentle. So soft, and (Y/N) had never felt something like that before. The kiss deepened when she let out a soft moan, riling Rafe even more.

He pulled her up onto his chest, letting her hands rest against his chest before pulling her away. Her lips were red, and there was a string of their saliva hanging from both of their lips.

“What do you want, (Y/N)?”

“You.”

“Huh?”

“You.”

He smiled, tugging on her shirt. “Off.”

She wasted no time to remove her shirt, exposing her new black bra she ordered online a few days before. Rafe sat back, his eyes dark.

“Jesus Christ.”

He kissed her neck, trailing down to her collar bones before stopping directly on her chest. His fingers fiddled with the bra clip, being so used with this already, and removed the piece of clothing with ease.

(Y/N) instinctively covered her chest, her chest heaving.

Rafe looked up to her, his eyes softening. “What’s wrong?”

“Am not comfortable.”

“Oh, that’s alright, we don’t have to do—”

“No, Rafe, I want this. I just don’t think I’m perfect enough for you.”

Rafe let out a breath, placing a soft kiss against her stomach. She closed her eyes, throwing her head back. He guided her hands away, exposing her perky breast to the entire theatre to see.

Rafe was glad he was the only guy present.

“Fuck, you’re beautiful.”

“Shut up.”

He looked up into her eyes, wetting his lips. “I’ll do anything to fuck you right now.”

(Y/N) grinded against him, causing a groan to escape from his throat. He held her waist in place, not wanting to trigger his release.

“Do it,” she whispered.

The movie became a background noise as he fumbled with her shorts, grunting when he couldn’t figure out the knot.

He positioned himself before her, and looked up into her eyes again. Her chest was heaving, and she looked nervous.

“You’re okay?”

“I’m a virgin.”

Oh fuck.

Why would she even say that? He couldn’t even contain himself anymore.

He pushed himself into her, letting her get used to the feeling. He waited for her nod, signaling that she was okay and hadn’t changed her mind, and thrusted into her again.

His hands stayed around her waist to guide her, watching as her mouth slightly parted as he deepened inside her. She bit her lips, her nails clawing onto his shoulders.

“Oh my god.”

“Fuck,” he groaned, feeling his own forehead clammy. He didn’t notice her hands that had left his shoulder. She cupped his face, placing wet kisses against his cheeks.

“You’re so good for me, baby,” he whimpered, allowing her hands to guide his. She placed them around her breast as she rode him, and Rafe had never felt better.

If he has to taunt and annoy her more to get into this level again, he’ll do it again. Without any hesitation.

“I’m so close, baby, fuck,” he groaned. He gave her another longing kiss, looking down to where their bodies connect, and moaned loudly.

Just before he reached his end, he pulled her away, not wanting to plant himself into her. (Y/N) tried to wrap her fingers around his penis to which Rafe jerked at for being so sensitive. He pulled her hands away, his chest heaving.

“Don’t,” he grunted. His load shot out of his member, wetting the sofa underneath them, and Rafe quickly slapped his shaft against her core to get her to reach her end.

“Rafe, I-”

“Let it,” he whispered, watching as she tilted her head back, exposing her neck. “Let go, baby.”

She trembled slightly, finally reaching her high, and collapsed on top of the heaving boy. Rafe stroked her hair, pulling her into a lying position, and planted another soft kiss against the back of her head.

“The movie’s still on.”

“Watch the next part, it’s amazing,” Rafe whispered, still holding her close. They were both naked, still coming down from their highs, but Rafe had never felt better.

(Y/N) turned to look at him. “You’re still an asshole.”

He placed a soft kiss against her lips. “Your asshole.”

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