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[nethhiri]

Marooned: Chapter 43

Kid x FemReader x Killer

Warnings: Sex and violence (as always)

This one is a longer one bc I worked on it all week long. Hope y'all enjoy <3

Kidding Around

Killer helped you escape Kid's death grip in the morning so you could participate in the sunrise coffee ritual that you had established with him. It was clear that Killer was an expert after so long with Kid, switching you with a pillow that Kid then squeezed to himself. You stood on the bow with Killer, one of his arms casually around your waist. With him, silences weren't awkward. You watched together as the sun peeked over the horizon with its grapefruit-pink rays. They shifted orange then pale yellow as the dawn evolved. 

"What are your goals, Killer?"

"To make Kid king of the pirates."

"After that."

"I doubt Kid will want to stop pirating. Maybe we'll return to our hometown and turn it around. I could have a restaurant." Killer prompted, "And you?"

"I don't know anymore."

His hand squeezed your hip reassuringly. He had noticed that you stopped talking about your revenge as much and that you rarely checked your specialized log pose. He didn't think you had given up on it, just put it on the back burner. 

When the sun climbed high enough in the sky to clear the horizon, you squinted. There was a black shape. "Land ho!" You looked up to the crow's nest wondering who was up there. They weren't doing their job. You caught a glimpse of big, poofy, orange hair as Quincy darted away from the ladder, wearing just a robe, probably trying to avoid being seen before everyone woke up.

"That's odd. I thought Nu was on watch." 

"I think he had a visitor," you said with a cheeky inflection. That's cute. Quincy was with the other ginger on board, the one with the mohawk and tiny glasses. 

"Damn it. I told everyone to knock it off with that shit. They need to be alert."

"I would like to go on record to state I have never hooked up with anyone there."

"You haven't been up there with Wire then. He has a way of talking people out of their pants."

"WIRE?!"

"It's his secret talent."

"Has he....done that to you?" You bit your lip, eyeing him with curiosity. 

"Decline to comment." He headed towards the galley to start breakfast. "Come on. Everyone will be eager to eat and get off the ship."

This island was essentially neutral. There were pirates and marines alike, though the marines were few. They were probably only there to restock supplies. You smirked as you went by a group of them atop Mini's back, daring them to engage you as they stared wide-eyed at your jacket. They decided that you were simply an imitation. The real Sea Snake was dead, obviously. It would be unwise to put them down in public anyway, so you let them be. 

You had left before anyone could stop you, not that they would, but you didn’t want to be burdened with being dragged around for errands. Kid was quite disappointed when he couldn’t find you. He had gone into his workshop to see if there was anything he needed more of, and had finally noticed the small renovation you had done. He had wanted to take you with him while he did business before that, with the intention of ending up conveniently together just in time for dinner, and he wanted that even more now. Kid didn’t want to ask you on a date per se. He did want to be alone with you in a context other than the bedroom, however. You had been showing him favor lately and with the new information that you were similar to him in more ways than he thought, Kid felt more comfortable with the idea of getting close to you. Of course he didn’t like you like that. He simply thought you had potential to graduate from fuck buddy to fuck close friend.  There were a few things you wanted to purchase. First, though, you had been waiting for a chance to be in a more open area. It was very difficult to train with Mini on the ship, both because she was enormous and because you would break the ship. Plus, Mini could use a bit of exercise. Being cramped on the ship for too long wasn’t good for her. Mini walked until you were both deep in the forested part of the island, in a clearing. For several hours, until you were both out of energy, you practiced new skills and techniques. You flopped on Mini as she laid down, both taking a quick rest. 

Hunger woke you from rest. The sun was much lower than it had been when you had closed your eyes. Your nap went longer than intended. You felt very refreshed afterwards though, so you didn’t mind one bit. The two of you headed back towards the ship, Mini split off from you to return, while you kept going to find a place to eat.

Kid was in a bad mood. How hard was it to find a huge raging monster and a boar? All while he was taking care of some errands, he was keeping an eye out for you, but failed to catch a glimpse. Even when he came across the other officers, none of them had seen you either. The thought had crossed his mind that maybe you dipped on them, or worse, maybe someone had taken you. That thought bothered him more than he thought it would. Actually, the longer the day went on without finding you, the more he dwelled on it. He growled to himself, frustrated that he couldn’t shake you from his mind.

You found yourself in a dimly lit, grungy bar. Every man who initially approached you turned tail as soon as they saw your face, whether it was from your stank eye or from your scars, you didn’t know. You were leaned back with your feet kicked up on the table and a beer in your hand, somewhat tucked in the corner of the bar. You liked privacy and you liked being able to see the entire room, no need to look over your shoulder. 

The door swung open, a big red ogre behind it. He looked pissed and stomped straight to the bar. You were surprised Killer wasn’t with him, or anyone for that matter. You called a waitress over and handed her a note to deliver to him. You were going to send him a beer but the bartender put one down in front of him before he even asked. The waitress handed the slip of paper to Kid and scampered away, which was probably for the best since he whipped around angrily to see who sent the note. His eyes didn’t soften, but they did brighten when he saw that it was you. 

“What crawled up my ass?” Kid crumpled the note and threw it at you. He grabbed a chair and dropped his body into it across from you. ��YER the one who crawled up my ass.” He pointed in an accusatory way.  Your eyebrow twitched up. “Me?” You looked him up and down. “If I was in your ass, you wouldn’t look so mad. I promise you that.” 

“Shut up.” Kid rolled his eyes. “I’ve been lookin for ya all day. Thought ya might have got stolen.”

“Bet you would have loved if someone took me off your hands.” You have him a questioning look. “But why? Need me for something?”

Kid reached across the table and tugged your collar. “Nah, yer mine now, girlie. They would have ta take ya from my cold, dead hands.” He grinned so big it almost split his face in two. “And that’s not happenin.” 

That made your heart quicken. You looking into his amber eyes, hiding your soft spot for him. “You still didn’t answer the question.”

”Ah, well,” Kid didn’t have a great excuse. He wasn’t going to tell you the true reason. “Was gonna see if ya wanted to spar with me.” What a dumb fuckin lame-ass excuse. Idiot! 

You shrugged. “Sure.” Weird that something as small as simply wanting to spar upset him earlier. There was definitely more behind it. 

“Really? I mean good.” He swirled the beer around in his mug.  There was a bit of an awkward silence. 

Clearing your throat, you mentioned, “I have some things to do first. Didn’t get to em today.” You tapped your fingertips on the table. “Was gonna ask Heat to come with me cuz I need more clothes and he’s good at picking outfits, but I guess you could come.” You quickly added, “If you want. Because it’s just easier that way.” The dim lighting hid the blush on your face. 

“Ha! I’m way better at picking outfits than Heat.” Kid leaned back in his seat and crossed his arms.

”Real outfits, Kid,” you warned, “Not lingerie.” 

“Yeah yeah. Real clothes. Whatever.” He waved you off, cursing you mentally for putting images of you in lingerie into his head.

You both sat and drank your beers, Kid propping his feet up on the table as well. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw him stare at you a few times. What’s that about? Your ears perked up when some very drunk man was asking about how someone disabled could be a pirate, assuming they were talking about you with your missing eye. It was clear who they were talking about when he made a joke about an unarmed pirate captain.

It did tick you off when people talked about your imperfections, but fuck did it have you seeing red when you realized it was directed at Kid. You could tease him and make fun of him. You would NEVER bring his involuntary amputation into it, however. That was crossing a line. You don’t even think he heard it, judging from his lack of reaction and how he looked at you in confusion as you got up from the table. You didn’t feel like behaving tonight. There was an itch for violence that you needed to scratch. Maybe defending Kid was just an excuse to let some steam off. He certainly didn't need you to defend him.

”Wanna say that again?” You stood at the man’s table, palms resting flat against it.  The man grimaced when he saw your face. “What? You defending your cripple boyfriend? Seems about right an ugly cunt like you would be with him.” 

“It seems that you don’t know who either of us are.” You smiled at him and his companions. Anyone who had heard of Eustass Kid would know that he was far from incapable with one arm. “That’s cute. You must have been on the sea for what? Five minutes?”

The man’s companions laughed nervously as he kept up. “Bitch, if you’re not gonna take that prosthetic out and let me skull-fuck that butchered face, I would get lost.”

You reached up and pulled your log pose from your eye socket, rolling it around in your fingers. Faster than he could react, you grabbed his hair, slammed his face on the table, pulled it back up, and shoved your eye into his mouth as far back as you could push it. “Swallow it.” His eyes were wild and he clawed at the arm holding his hair. “I said SWALLOW IT.” 

He gagged and choked, holding his throat, before gasping for air. “WHAT THE FUCK?” His eyes were watery as he stared at you with bewilderment. 

“Actually, I’m gonna need that back.” You grabbed a steak knife from the table and grinned at him.

”No please…” The man was sweating, scared shitless.

“Apologize to him.” You pointed at Kid, who was still relaxed in his seat, enjoying the show. 

“I-I’m sorry, S-sir.”

”Eustass Kid,” you corrected.

The man’s eyes widened with realization, that he fucked up big time. He started to plead for his life almost immediately.

You thrusted the knife into his stomach and tore it open. “Unfortunately, I do still need that.” His hands tried to grab yours away but kept slipping from the blood. His screams were really fucking up the atmosphere of the bar. You pushed into the open wound with your hand, searching for your eye. “Skull-fuck, huh? You’re lucky I don’t have a dick or I’d fuck you right in this warm, wet hole of yours.” Your hand found what it was looking for and retrieved the small orb. Dunking it in his companion’s beer, you cleaned it off and stuck in right back where it belonged. 

His two companions, trembling and trying not to catch your eye, dragged him off, leaving a trail of blood behind. He might live. You thought about cutting his arm off since he had such nice things to say about Kid’s amputated limb, but what you did was much more satisfying and cruel. 

You felt a metallic arm pulling you into Kid’s lap. “Yer so fuckin hot when ya get like this,” Kid growled in your ear lowly.

You grabbed his beer, having finished your own, and chugged the rest of it. “This bar sucks. Let’s go somewhere else.” You trailed a finger down his exposed chest. “I feel like fucking some shit up.”

Kid’s signature laugh rang out through the bar. “Then let’s fuck some shit up.” He grabbed your chin. “How could I say no to a bonnie lass like yerself?” 

You made a fake retching noise. “Quit with that flattery bullshit.” Kid didn’t have to do any of that. If he wanted to fuck, you were down. “I’ll fuck you later.”

Kid frowned as you took his hand and dragged him out of his seat. He meant what he said. Of course, he wanted to fuck, too. Beside the point, you let Killer say nice things about you, but you didn’t take Kid seriously and that bothered him. 

You and Kid started a fight with anyone that looked at you sideways. Kid held someone still for you to beat up and you did the same for him, laughing maniacally as you did so. Alternating between knocking someone’s lights out, getting sloshed at different bars, and making out in dark corners, the two of you ended up walking to the very edge of the island. There wasn’t much else but beach here. You had no idea what time it was and no idea how you were still standing. Kid supported your weight as you walked through the sand in an incredibly unsteady gait. There was a piece of driftwood that was just big enough for you two to sit on. You leaned heavily against Kid and he put the excess fabric of his coat around your shoulders. 

For how drunk you were, Kid was impressed with how you deftly undid his belts and snuck your hand into his pants. It was known by now that arousal came as a package deal with your aggression. His thick shaft hardened quickly under your hand, happy to oblige whatever needs you had. Kid let his head fall back, enjoying the feeling of your small hand struggling to jerk him off. He let out an impatient huff when your hand started to slow, before stopping altogether. His amber eyes flicked to where your hand was limp around his cock and your head rested in his lap. “What the fuck?” That bitch fell asleep. Kid groaned. It was feeling so good too. He swallowed thickly. You clearly wanted to give him a handy, so there wasn’t anything wrong with helping you finish the job, right? He stuck his own hand down his pants and enveloped yours with his grip, tightening your hold on his cock. The feeling of doing something just a little bit wrong and in public to boot, sent a thrill right to his balls. He finished himself quickly with your hand, his pulsing cock emptying into it with a grunt. Kid snickered to himself with the thought of you waking up with your hand dried shut.

Kid had already pissed you off, not because your hand had been glued shut with his cum, which was admittedly funny, but because he had to put his two cents into every single thing you looked at. You wanted a second weapon to dual wield. You loved your gunblade and it was versatile though it still had limits. Every weapon you picked up, Kid chided you for picking something so low quality. You were deeply regretting inviting him along. You picked up a curved sword to inspect the blade.

”Shit metal. Shit craftsmanship.” Kid’s arms were folded and he looked just as annoyed as you did.

You finally stood toe to toe with him, pressing your finger to his sternum. “If you think everything in this town is shit, why don’t you make me something useful. Impress me, magnet boy.” 

“Magnet man.” Kid unfolded his arms. “Fine. I will. And it’ll be so good it’ll blow yer tits off.” He went to flick your nipple but you slapped his hand away.

After perusing possibly every weapon this town had to offer, you moved on to your next task: clothes shopping. Kid had actually picked out some tasteful outfits. He did manage to sneak a few, more risqué items in, though they were cute so you did entertain the idea of buying them. You also found a little outfit that Kid agreed Heat would be enamored with. You found a few more things, including some more bold choices, since you wouldn’t fit in without at least one pair of stupid ugly pants. You threw everything into a pile and returned with your normal clothes on. When you went to pay, the man behind the counter said that your boyfriend had already paid.

It shouldn’t piss you off but it did. “I told you to stop doing that shit.” You jabbed Kid’s side and grabbed the bag from his hands. 

“Doing what?” 

You couldn’t even say it without getting embarrassed. “You know.” You held the bag up. “The compliments and … nice gestures.” You huffed. “It’s weird. We’re not…anything.” Kid was just your fuck buddy, nothing more. No feelings were involved, or that’s what you told yourself. 

Kid knew that was true, though he thought he might want to be something to you. “Didn’t say we were. I can’t do something nice?”

”You’re Eustass Kid. You’re not nice.” 

“Whatever. Ungrateful hag.”  “Thank you. Much better.” You smiled at him.  Kid grumbled and complained for the rest of your shopping trip, eventually dragging you to a street vendor to eat since he was getting progressively more hangry. This time you paid, insisting on it to make yourself even with him. You both got some kind of saucy meat on a stick and found a tree to sit under. Kid wolfed his down in about a minute while you took a few more to finish yours. 

“What?” You said sharply, noticing Kid snickering at you.

”Yer a messy eater, ain’t ya?”

You froze as he used his thumb to wipe sauce from your cheek, popping it in his mouth. You huffed, mostly to avoid blushing. 

Kid seemed like he had something on his mind. “About the other night…”

”I won’t mention it. Don’t worry.” You knew he had a reputation to keep up.  “I was going to thank ya.”

”Oh. It’s not a big deal.” You sighed. “Listen I know what I just said, but it is refreshing to see that you’re not always a giant dickhead.”

He made a noise of acknowledgment. “We both loved her. Victoria. It was a child’s crush, but it was real enough to both of us at the time.” He had heard Killer explain some of it to you that night. 

”I never had anything like that.” 

“Would ya like to?” 

It was only human to crave affection, and you would be lying if you said you hadn't thought about it before. It would be easier not to have attachments holding you back. It may also make your life less depressing. There were pros and cons to each side. You never got far with the notion since there was no one you had been interested in on that level, or any level. 

Kid mistook your extended silence for offense. “In general. Ya know. Not … with me.” Unless she wants me like that. He let his voice trail off.

“That would complicate things.” You pulled your knees up and rested your head on them. 

“But it might be worth it.”

"Was it worth it to you?" 

Kid knew you were referring to their past with Victoria. "Aye." No matter how much it tore him up some days, he wouldn't trade it. As Killer said, you had to go through certain things to be who you were today, and Kid liked who he was and what he had in his life currently.

After dropping your bags at the ship, you walked with Kid towards the clearing that you and Mini found. A few minutes passed, filled only with the sound of chirping birds and leaves shifting against each other in the breeze. Your hands swung close enough to each other that you could feel the wind from Kid's hand. “I saw that ya missed me enough to connect our spaces again.” Kid teased. He couldn’t take the stretch of silence, not after the slightly down conversation from earlier, and he hadn’t yet gotten to mention that he noticed the change.

”Hypothetically, what if I were to say that I enjoy your company… occasionally.”

“I would say that of course ya do. Everyone enjoys me.” Kid had a smirk on his face, yet underneath, there was a big goofy grin threatening to break through ad your admission. 

“Mhm.”  “Hypothetically I enjoy starin at yer ass when yer workin,” Kid offered. 

”That’s not a hypothetical.”

The clearing was empty. It seemed as though no one else had found your spot. It felt odd to square up to Kid for a fight where you weren’t trying to kill each other for real. The agreed on rules were no use of devil fruit, but weapons were fair game. You could end the fight with one touch of your hand with your devil fruit, which is why you didn’t want to use it.

Standing across from Kid, you could appreciate his stature, broad shoulders, strong physique. He wasn’t cut like Killer was. There was a bit more meat to him, filling out his stomach in very pleasing way. You had to stop yourself from dwelling on it, or this was not going to be a fight at all. 

Kid came at you first. Normally you used your speed to dodge and land an attack in an opening. This time you blocked him. He did the same thing to your punch. It filled you with a sense of pride that you could match him in strength like this. The hits from his metal arm hurt worse. It wasn’t a conscious choice, but both of you had started by holding back, not completely willing to hurt the other. The competitiveness between you, however, quickly caused you to start putting your full weight behind everything. You could hear Kid growl as you narrowly avoided his fist, which instead splintered a tree trunk. You used the opportunity to land a kick in his side. He wheezed for a second before coming after you again. A big sweeping motion with his metal arm took you by surprise, knocking you to the ground. Using the momentum from rolling, you hopped back up in time to miss another attack from Kid. 

The taste of blood was in your mouth. It seemed he had split your lip. You licked the red liquid decorating your mouth, steeling yourself to get more serious. Pulling out your gunblade, you shot several times in seemingly random directions. It was habit not to shoot at Kid since his devil fruit could deflect bullets. Large branches from the surrounding trees fell around him in a way that made it difficult to dodge them all and forced him to remain in one space.

You followed right behind the branches, taking a running leap at Kid’s back. Before you could press your blade to his throat, he shed his feathered coat that you were holding on to, causing you to fall in an ungraceful way. You had to quickly roll to dodge Kid’s next attack. He had taken out his own gun and sent a bullet into the ground you had just occupied. 

Kicking out forcefully in Kid’s direction, you connected with his leg, destabilizing him enough that you could launch yourself from the ground to tackle him. He was quick to prevent you from getting him into a grappling hold. Kid grabbed your wrist and slammed it on the ground, forcing you to release your grip on your gunblade. In a flash he had both your wrists caught and your legs pinned under his own. Kid held his head back, knowing that your counter would be to headbutt him. 

The afternoon angle of the sun bounced orange rays from your fiery eyes, the light glistened off the thin sheen of sweat on your Y/S/C skin, and it lit your hair up like a flame, the way it was wildly strewn behind you only enchanted the effect. Kid was entranced by the heave of your chest as you caught your breath and the playfully aggressive gaze fixed on his own face. Red caught his attention, blood spilling slowly from the cut in your lip. Suddenly, he was transfixed by the crimson bead, lowering his mouth to meet yours, sucking the iron-tinged from your lower lip. A silvery thread of saliva connected you as he pulled away. He searched your face for any sign to stop and found only molten desire. 

There was a tangle of limbs, hands weaving through hair, sloppy wet kisses, and indecent sounds. Kid's weight pressed against you and his grip keeping you in place had placed impure thoughts in your mind even before he tasted the blood on your lips. That served only to add fuel to the fire burning deep within your core. Deep down you were mad about this weakness, the intense sexual chemistry you had with Kid. In this moment, you were in thrall to it, insatiably grabbing any part of him you could reach. 

A nervous clearing of the throat alerted you both to the presence of Pomp and Reck. Kid grabbed the gun he had knocked from your grasp and you pulled his from his bandolier, both sending a warning shot in their direction. 

"FUCK OFF!" You roared in unison, sending them racing off toward town.

"Can't. Get. Any. Fuckin. Privacy." He said between shoving his tongue down your throat. 

You could feel Kid's cock grinding into your thigh as he hastily ripped your pants down to your knees. You spread your thighs apart as far as the restricting fabric allowed to give Kid's hand access. His flesh fingers wasted no time finding their home in your dripping core, one after the other were inserted impatiently. The stretch as his fingers scissored your opening wider had you groaning into his mouth. Kid eagerly devoured the intoxicating noises slipping from your lips, each one causing his tip to drool. 

"Kid, I ngh-need it. Now." You panted out. 

"Yer not ready yet." 

"I don't care." You grabbed his dick through his pants. "Give it to me before I take it myself." 

Kid slipped a third finger inside, earning another sweet set of sounds from you. "Look at ya, rotten brat. Givin orders to me." He thrusted his fingers a few more times before removing them completely. 

You whined at the empty feeling. "Please." Your thighs rubbed together for friction. 

"Ya want this fat cock?" Kid freed said beast from the confines of his pants, stroking it slowly to give you a show.

You nodded vigorously, freeing your legs from your pants.

Kid pulled your soggy panties to the side, lining himself up with your slit and pushing his dripping mushroom head between your glistening folds. You wrapped your legs over his hips and pulled him inside yourself until you were completely full. Truthfully, Kid would have loved to drag this out and tease you a little more, but your wanton craving for him was really turning him on and there was no doubt someone else from the crew would come interrupt again soon. Kid's metal hand was big enough to wrap under you, holding your body in the palm while the thumb rested over your pussy. The cold metal against your clit was electrifying and you hissed through your teeth when Kid applied pressure. 

"Ya like that?" Kid moved his hand, effectively using you as a human fleshlight. "Yer gonna love this."

A cry of pleasure was ripped from your throat as Kid continued this movement, grinding his cock into your cervix, and added a low vibration with his devil fruit directly above your clit. With barely a warning, an orgasm crashed over you, making you shriek even louder. Kid narrowly held his own release back feeling the gush and pulsation of your climax. He continued to move you up and down his shaft, increasing the vibration in his thumb. The first orgasm was barely over before the second one overcame you. 

"Oh f-uck yes." You moaned. "Use m-me!" 

Kid's pace was erratic. The way your cunt gripped him with its gushy walls was enough to milk his balls dry. "That's right," Kid growled. "Yer my personal cock sleeve. Ya can't get enough of my cum can ya?"

"F-fill me up, C-Captain." You hand pressed down on the thumb of his metal hand, feebly attempting to grind your clit against the vibrations. 

Kid snickered, helping you out by increasing the pressure. Purple energy crackled around your collar as he tightened it around your neck. Your moans were raspier now, though just as needy. "That cunny of yers is suckin me in. She wants my cum so badly, aye?" 

You nodded your head, saliva pooling at the corners of your mouth, unable to swallow. Black tinged the corners of your vision. Your mouth formed a silent cry as Kid tightened your collar further, using you to get off. You twitched and trembled, a final orgasm taking you over. The tingling warmth enveloping you in a bath of endorphins. You were fully caught in your own pleasure, so much so that you missed Kid doubling over you, releasing a cry of his own as he emptied himself into you. He used your body to pump every last drop from himself. 

You gasped as he released his power, sucking fresh air into your lungs to quell your burning muscles. Kid removed himself from you and laid you down flat, pushing your legs back to admire his seed dripping from your hole. He wiped the drips with his fingers and pushed it back inside you, pulling your panties back over your cunt and giving it a pat. 

"Keep it all in, bunny, or I'll have to fill ya up again."

"Yeah? Not much of a threat is it?" You found your pants and dusted yourself off.

As soon as you had your pants on, Kid slung you over his shoulder and cracked your ass with his hand. "No talkin back."

About halfway back to town, Kid let you walk on your own two feet. "Can ya walk or are yer legs still jelly?" He kept his hands hovered above your shoulders in case you fell over.

You grabbed his coat for support. "I'm good." You thought he had picked you up to be an asshole. Was he trying to be helpful? You didn't complain this time. Your legs had been jelly. 

Kid took note of your hand moving from his coat to hold onto his arm. He let it stay. You only removed it when Heat stared at it too long, not even aware that you had still been holding onto Kid. There was an immediately coolness where his warmth had been, and the urge to keep holding him close surfaced. Kid had been thinking the same thing. He liked feeling your weight on him, feeling you rely on him. He wanted you to rely on him more and trust him with yourself.  

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[drawnamic]

GRAVITY FALLS RABDOM HCS ⚠️👁

dipper abd mabel:

if one cried, they both ended up crying (when they were little and sometimes now)

i like to think that dipper got super strong when he gets older cause he wants to protect himself but still has a lanky sleeper build

bottom part of fords face is littered with small burn scars because he shaves qith fire 😭

dipper talked fo his walkie talkie like it was mabel for all of weirdmaggedon before he found her

in one of the gravity falls comic books, its revealed taht shembulock actually studies the towns weirdness, so i like to tjink in every creature group there is someone who studies the towns secrets.

mabel really likes fairy bread

also eats like buddy the elf

[nerdzzone]

Worlds Apart

Chapter Four

Summary: Single mom, Bridget Clark, thought that she was fine by herself. Moving her son to a new town and out of the hustle and bustle of Boston, she thought that life would be quieter and simpler, but a chance encounter with a certain Hollywood actor only a week after their big move had her questioning everything. Bridget was faced with the ultimate decision of head vs heart, but would letting her guard down prove to be worth the risk?

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Note: I just want to say a big thank you for all the comments and love this story has received so far! It's been so motivating and has made it really hard to stick to my 'only one chapter a week' schedule 😂

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“Landon, wait for me, please!”

Bridget’s voice carried down the sidewalk as she hurried after him, the tall heels of her shoes clacking on the ground as she tried to match his pace. Reluctantly, he paused to let her catch up, but she could see from the strain on his face that listening hadn’t been an easy choice.

“But, I see Daddy!” He protested. “He’s right there!” 

He pointed down the sidewalk towards the restaurant they were eating at that evening, but even though she could also see Landon’s dad - Marcus - and his husband - David - she stuck by her original request.

“I know, but there’s a lot of people around,” she pointed out as she took his hand in her own. “You have to stay close to me until Daddy sees you too.”

A sigh fell from his lips, but the way Landon squeezed her hand told her that he’d heard and understood and she smiled as he stayed by her side until his dad was just a few feet away. As he let go of her hand and sprinted towards Marcus with a cry of ‘Daddy!’ leaving his lips, Bridget felt her heart warm at the sight. Even though they weren’t together, she was always grateful that he was such a great dad and that Landon had such a close bond with him. She smiled as Marcus scooped him up in his arms until she caught up to the group and stole everyone’s attention.

“Happy birthday!” Marcus cheered, reaching out his free arm to pull her into a hug. “How does thirty-one feel?”

“Not too different from thirty so far,” Bridget admitted. “But Lando made sure I had a great day, didn’t you, buddy?”

“I did!” Landon nodded eagerly as a proud grin slid onto his face. “We went to the park and then we had ice cream in the sun!”

“That sounds like a lot of fun,” Marcus chuckled before shooting a sly glance at Bridget. “Who paid for the ice cream?”

“Landon did,” Bridget informed him as she slipped out of his grasp and thought back to how confidently Landon had pulled the money out of his pocket earlier that day. “So, thank you for that.”

“It was all Lando’s idea,” he assured her. “We were talking about what you might want to do today and the idea was all his, I just made sure he had the funds.”

“He was really excited about it,” David chimed in. “He was determined that you were going to have a fun day.”

“Well, he succeeded,” Bridget assured them, feeling grateful that they’d helped Landon reach his goal of making her day special. “We had a really great day together.”

“I’m glad to hear that.”

David’s words were genuine as he pulled her into a hug as well and mumbled his own birthday wishes into her hair. Despite the unfortunate way that their relationships with Marcus had overlapped, they had managed to build a strong relationship of their own over the years. Of course, Bridget had been resentful at first. It had been hard to watch Marcus be happy with the person he’d left her for - even if his sexuality had been the biggest motivating factor - and it had been even harder to see them become a perfect little family when Landon was born while she was all alone. But both men had been apologetic about how the situation had unfolded and they were both amazing dads who loved Landon very much and that made it easier for Bridget to let it go after a little time had passed, and the friendship she’d had with Marcus grew stronger as she made the effort to form one with David as well.

“I think Molly is already inside,” Marcus told her as she stepped away from his husband. “We saw them heading in just as we got here.”

“Then what are we waiting for?” Bridget smiled. “Let’s get this party started.”

Landon let out a cheer of agreement that pulled a laugh from all his parents as they went inside to join the rest of their group. They were almost at the table when Molly’s husband, Robbie, spotted them and flashed Bridget a grin.

“Well, look who it is,” he greeted them. “It’s the old lady of the hour.”

“Old?” Landon questioned, his brow creasing with concern as his dad helped him climb into a chair at the table. “Mommy, are you old?”

“She sure is, kiddo,” Robbie informed him. “She’s officially over thirty.”

“Barely,” Bridget protested. “I’m only thirty-one.”

“Are you gonna die?” The follow up question from Landon had Molly choking on the glass of water she’d been sipping as she fought back a laugh and an indignant ‘what?’ from Bridget prompted him to elaborate. “My friend, Johnny, says that old people die so if you’re old, are you gonna die?”

“Look what you’ve done, Rob,” Bridget shot him a playful glare before reassuring Landon. “No, buddy, I’m not gonna die any time soon. Robbie was just teasing me because I’m getting older but I’m not old yet.”

“Are you sure?”

The suspicion in his voice had Bridget leaning down to kiss the top of his head as she assured him that she was fine and wouldn’t be going anywhere in the near future. 

It wasn’t an unusual situation. Robbie and Molly had been together for almost ten years and he’d quickly settled into a brotherly role in Bridget’s life. When Landon was born, the shift into the goofy, antagonistic uncle role had been a very natural transition and Bridget spent a lot of time explaining away the ridiculous comments he made to wind Landon up. Landon adored him though and she was grateful that he had so many trusted role models in his life.

As everyone settled at the table - with David, Marcus and Landon on one side and Bridget, Molly and Robbie on the other - Bridget took advantage of the distraction of everyone catching up to nudge Molly as she sat beside her, catching her attention.

“I have news…”

She murmured the confession low enough that no one would overhear and she hoped that the sudden look of excited curiosity on Molly’s face wouldn’t give them away. She hadn’t mentioned anything about their date - or even meeting Chris - because she’d decided she wanted to wrap her head around it before she shared the news with anyone, but as soon as she saw her closest friend, the need to share was almost overwhelming and Molly’s clear excitement only made it even harder to wait.

“You do?” She questioned, matching Bridget’s secretive tone. “What kind of news?”

“Exciting news,” Bridget wiggled her eyebrows as a hint towards the juicy nature of what she had to share, but when the action earned a suspicious glance from David from the other end of the table she knew she needed to wait until they had a more private moment. “I’ll fill you in later.”

Molly reluctantly agreed and let the subject drop as the waiter came to take their drink orders. Usually, Bridget wasn’t particularly into drinking. She’d indulged enough when she was younger to learn that the suffering that followed wasn’t really worth it and after Landon was born her life seemed so busy that there was rarely a convenient time for a hangover. However, she would occasionally partake in a drink or two and on special occasions - like her birthday - she let herself get a little more carried away. The bottle of white wine that she’d decided to split with Molly was evidence of that as she knew it was just the beginning of the evening they had planned.

Originally, the plan had been very subdued. It was her week with Landon so she’d figured that they’d probably just stay home and order takeout, but when Marcus had found out what she had in mind, the frown that took over his face told Bridget that he was unimpressed by her lackluster plans. By the time she was dropping Landon off at his house at the end of that week, Marcus had made them all a reservation at a nice restaurant in Boston, told her to invite Molly and Robbie to join them, and offered to keep Landon for the night and drop him off at his daycare in the morning so that Bridget could go for a few drinks with Molly after dinner without worry. Molly had immediately and enthusiastically jumped on board and Bridget was grateful that she had so many people who were eager to celebrate with her.

Considering it had been a while since they’d been together as a group - or even really had any time to hangout individually - they quickly fell into conversation as they caught up on each other's lives. Even Landon was included as he regaled them with tales from his wild days at ‘school’ as he called his daycare and excitedly told them how well his first night of Little League had gone the night before. However, as their main course arrived shortly after Landon had told them all about the new baseball glove he’d been given by his Grandma and Grandpa, the mention of Marcus’ parents reminded him about something else.

“Speaking of Landon’s grandparents,” he caught her attention as Robbie and David remained distracted by Landon’s detailed explanation of the rules of baseball. “I saw your dad the other day.”

The touchy topic immediately had Bridget on edge, but she hid the way her annoyance made her jaw clench with an exaggerated cringe.

“Oh, I’m sorry to hear that. I hope it wasn’t too unpleasant for you.”

“It was fine, he always liked me,” Marcus shrugged and Bridget had to admit that it was true. As a physiotherapist, Marcus had easily earned her dad’s respect simply by having a profession that he valued more than he valued hers. She’d always felt that he would have much rather kept Marcus in the family after their break-up than her and that he was probably quite relieved that he saw more of Marcus than he did of her as Marcus often ran into him if he was called in to the hospital to treat a patient. Her assumption was only solidified in her mind when Marcus continued. “But he didn’t even know that you’d moved.”

A wave of indignation washed over her and although she knew it wasn’t worth letting herself get upset over, she couldn’t hold back the roll of her eyes that his words caused.

“He absolutely did,” she insisted. “I told them when I went over for my mom’s birthday dinner just before Christmas.”

“Really? He seemed completely clueless about it.”

“Yeah, well, he usually is,” Bridget huffed. “They both are. The birthday card they sent Landon last year was for a six year old so if they can’t even get his age right then I’m not surprised that they don’t care about keeping up to date on where we live.”

“That’s so ridiculous,” Molly scoffed disapprovingly as Marcus nodded in agreement. It was no secret to Bridget what they both thought of her parents, but it was always comforting to be reminded that her frustrations with them weren’t unwarranted. “Have you heard from them at all today?”

“No, not at all,” Bridget admitted. “But I doubt they even remember when my birthday is.”

“Fucking assholes…”

The words were mumbled under Molly’s breath, but loudly enough to earn a stifled laugh from Bridget before she flashed her a smirk.

“Careful Molly, Marcus doesn’t like it when people swear around Landon.”

“She’s not wrong,” Marcus reluctantly agreed. “But Bridget shouldn’t either.”

“Bridget has more important things to worry about.”

It was a weak defense and Bridget knew that Marcus immediately saw right through it as he playfully rolled his eyes.

“Or is Bridget just too lazy to break her bad habits and watch what she says?”

“Bridget would like to remind you that it’s her birthday and you’re supposed to be nice to her today.”

“Why is Bridget talking about herself in third person?” Robbie questioned, breaking up the bickering. “Is it a sign of old age? Are you losing your marbles? Should we put you in a care home now so you can get the help you need?”

The exaggerated distraught tone to his voice had a laughter rippling through the group as Bridget shot him another glare.

“You’re older than I am,” she reminded him. “And you’re not as funny as you think you are.”

“I think Robbie’s really funny,” Landon defended him despite being clueless about the rest of the conversation. “He makes me laugh all the time.”

“And that’s the only opinion that really matters,” Robbie decided, a smug smile sliding onto his face. “So, thanks, kiddo.”

Landon mumbled a quick ‘you’re welcome’ through his mouthful of food and despite her apparent loss of the argument, Bridget couldn’t help but smile at how nice it was to have most of the people closest to her all together for once.

-

“Okay, so spill. I’ve been dying to know what your ‘news’ is all night.”

The demand came from Molly as she joined Bridget at the table she’d been waiting at, placing a margarita in front of her. The rest of their dinner had gone smoothly and been a great time, but both women were eager for their chance to split off from the group and catch up properly without any prying eyes. Molly had held off long enough to buy Bridget a birthday drink, but wasn’t willing to wait a minute longer to get the gossip.

“I went on a date.” Bridget tried to hide the grin on her face with a sip of her drink, but the squeal of glee that her admission pulled from Molly had a laugh falling from her lips. “Relax, it was one date. Don’t get too excited about it yet.”

“Oh, I am excited,” Molly insisted. “It’s been years, Bridge! You haven’t been out with anyone since you and Marcus broke up five years ago! This is a huge deal and I am going to get very excited about it even if you never see the guy again.”

“Well, that is a possibility,” Bridget informed her. “So, let’s reign in the celebration just a little bit.”

Molly's smile faltered slightly at that added bit of information, but her eyes narrowed suspiciously as she seemed reluctant to dull down her excitement.

“Why is that a possibility? Did you not like him?”

“No, I really did like him,” Bridget assured her. “But he’s just left town for, like, two months because he has to travel for work so who knows how he’ll be feeling about things by the time he comes back.”

“He’s travelling for two months straight? What kind of job sends you on a business trip for that long?” Molly questioned, her brow furrowing in obvious displeasure. “That seems a little fishy.”

“It’s not,” Bridget smiled. “It makes sense for the industry that he’s in.”

“And what industry would that be?”

Going into the conversation, Bridget had planned to keep Chris’ identity a secret. She knew that the fact that she’d gone on a date with anyone would be a big enough shock, throwing in who exactly her date had been had the potential to overwhelm Molly entirely. However, she’d always found it almost impossible to keep any secrets from Molly and she was hoping for a little advice that would be hard to get without sharing all of the details.

“The film industry,” she admitted, bracing for more unbridled excitement. “He’s an actor.”

As expected, Molly’s eyes visibly lit up as she leaned in closer.

“An actor? Like, a good one?”

“In my opinion, yes. I think he’s a good actor.”

“So, he’s famous enough that you’d seen him in a movie before you met him?” Molly mused before a scoff fell from her lips. “Wait, why am I trying to guess? Just tell me who it is!”

“Okay, but you have to promise not to tell anyone…”

Bridget gave Molly the sternest look she could muster, but the genuine offence on Molly’s face was all the reassurance she needed.

“Of course, Bridge. You know I’ve got your back, I wouldn’t share your secrets with anyone.”

Steeling herself for another enthusiastic reaction, Bridget forced the words out of her mouth before she could change her mind as she confessed, “I went on a date with Chris Evans.”

“Oh my god.” It was a softer response than Bridget had anticipated, but after watching Molly blink a few times as she tried to wrap her mind around what she’d just been told, she could see the moment when it really sunk in and her voice raised to the octave that Bridget had originally anticipated. “Oh my god! Really?! The Chris Evans? As in, Captain fucking America?”

“Shhhhh,” Bridget hissed, glancing around the room to see if anyone had noticed her outburst and feeling grateful for the loud music that she’d - embarrassingly - worried would give her a headache when they’d first walked. “Not telling anyone includes not screaming about it loud enough that everyone in this bar can hear you!”

“Sorry, sorry, I just wasn’t expecting that! I don’t know what I was expecting, but it definitely wasn’t that.” Molly shook her head in disbelief, taking a sip of her drink to snap her out of the state of shock she appeared to be in before continuing. “Okay, tell me everything. How did that even happen?”

With a smile on her face, Bridget eagerly launched into the explanation. How they’d met at the grocery store and then seemed to run into each other everywhere. How he’d helped her connect with his sister and then offered to paint her house. How he’d then spent an entire day helping her and asked her out at the end of it.

“So, we went out for dinner last week and it was really nice. He’s super down to earth and easy to talk to, we had a great time and now I think I have a stupid, giant crush.”

The grin on Molly’s face spread until it stretched almost from ear to ear and had Bridget almost wishing she hadn’t mentioned anything at all.

“That’s amazing! It’s like the start of a romantic comedy,” Molly gushed. “But now I’m still wondering why you think it’s such a possibility that he won’t want to see you again.”

“Because he’s gone for two months,” Bridget reminded her. “It’s the premiere of the new Captain America movie tonight and then he has to travel for all the press. By the time he gets home I’m sure he’ll have forgotten all about me.”

“I don’t think that’s true or he wouldn’t have put in the effort to get to know you before he left,” Molly pointed out. “Have you heard from him since your date?”

“Yeah, he messaged me later that night to say that he’d had a good time,” Bridget admitted. “And he messaged me on Friday when he got to L.A. and we talked occasionally over the weekend.”

“So, it sounds like you made a pretty good impression on him too.”

“I think so, but two months is a long time.”

“It is,” Molly agreed. “But if he’s interested then it’s not an insurmountable problem.”

“I know,” Bridget nodded, sipping her drink as she tried to think about how to phrase her next admission. “But his interest might wane while he’s off travelling the world and being adored by every woman he meets.”

“Well, then you’ll know not to waste any more time,” Molly shrugged. “I know that would be disappointing, but at least that will tell you where you stand. For now, I don’t see the harm in seeing where it goes.”

“There could be plenty of harm,” Bridget frowned. “Even other than just getting my feelings hurt and self-esteem shattered, I have Landon to consider and I need to think about how getting invested in Chris - or anyone - could affect him.”

Molly opened her mouth to respond, but even though she shut it before she actually got any words out, the look on her face told Bridget that she clearly disagreed with what she’d just said. However, she was grateful that she’d taken the time to compose a diplomatic answer before she spoke.

“I think you might be getting a little bit ahead of yourself,” she gently warned her. “But this could be kind of the perfect opportunity in your situation. He isn’t here so you don’t have to worry about him being around so much that Landon gets attached and by the time he gets home you should have more of an idea if it’s something that’s going to fizzle out or if it’s something that might go somewhere, right?”

“I guess so…” Bridget anxiously chewed on her bottom lip as she mulled over Molly’s words until a sigh fell from her lips. “I just don’t know how any of this is supposed to work and I don’t want to do the wrong thing and let Landon down.”

“I’m confident that whatever happens between you and Chris, you won’t let that happen,” Molly assured her. “You’re an amazing mom, Bridget. You always put him first and I have so much respect for you for that, but you’re allowed to be more than just a mom.”

“I am…I’m a librarian too…”

It was a weak protest and Bridget cringed as she heard the words leave her mouth and saw the amused smile slid onto Molly’s face.

“Yeah, but you’re allowed to want more from life than just work and your son.”

“I know that,” Bridget nodded. “But things are good right now. Rocking the boat is scary.”

“Of course it is, but that doesn’t mean that it’s not worth doing. You deserve to be happy and sometimes you have to take scary risks to make that happen.”

“I am happy…”

“But could you be happier?”

The question caught Bridget off guard and she took a minute to think it over. Saying that she was happy was an honest answer. She loved the career that she’d chosen and she’d settled in nicely to her new job. She loved her son and was genuinely enjoying spending time with him as he was starting to explore the things he was interested in and try new things. She was truly content with her life as it was - especially now that they’d moved out of the city - but that didn’t mean that there wasn’t room for more.

“I could be,” she admitted. “I don’t think I realized how much I missed dating and romance until I met Chris. I’ve gotten very used to being alone and doing things by myself, but this whole situation has reminded me about what else is out there.”

“So go for it,” Molly shrugged. “Let yourself enjoy it and see where it goes.”

“Okay, but everything else aside, our lives are so different,” Bridget pointed out. “I’m worried that he’ll get bored so fast when he realizes how uneventful my day to day life is.”

“Maybe boring is what he’s looking for.” Molly’s suggestion earned a scoff from Bridget and she rushed to clarify. “Not that I think you’re boring, but the life of an actor must get pretty draining. Maybe he wants something a little quieter than what he can find in Hollywood.”

Another sigh fell from Bridget’s lips as she thought about what her friend had said and agreed with a soft, “Maybe.”

“Or maybe,” Molly flashed her a grin. “He met you and was so blown away by how funny, sweet, intelligent and sexy you are that whatever he thought he wanted completely changed and now he wants whatever you’re offering.”

The idea had Bridget barking out a laugh as a blush covered her cheeks, but it succeeded in putting a smile back on her face.

“Okay, now who’s getting ahead of themselves?”

“Not me,” Molly insisted. “Clearly, he’s smitten and to celebrate that fact, I suggest we do some shots.”

It was a suggestion that was entirely unsurprising given her knowledge of what a night out with Molly was like, but she let out a groan of protest anyway as she tried to convince her that it was a bad idea. She knew she was fighting a losing battle though and it didn’t take long for Molly to have her tossing back the last of her margarita before she disappeared in search of another round - complete with several shots of tequila.

And it was those shots of tequila that she blamed on the message she sent later that night.

Chris had been on her mind all night - even more so after her conversation with Molly and the many questions she’d been asking - but she knew he was busy and had managed to resist sending him any drunk texts. However, when Molly went to the bathroom just before they left the bar, she let herself indulge just a little by looking online to see if there had been any pictures posted from the premiere. Of course, there were plenty and what she found had her heart beating a little faster in her chest. 

He looked so good. She’d found him attractive every time that they’d met, but he cleaned up well and it almost felt unreal that the well dressed man on a red carpet posing with all his celebrity friends was the same man that had helped her paint her house and taken her out for dinner. And it seemed even more unreal that a man as handsome as Chris had actually kissed her at the end of their date.

Inspired by the flush of attraction rushing through her and the alcohol she’d consumed, she found his name in her phone and sent him a message before she had time to change her mind.

I saw some pictures of the premiere and I’ve gotta admit that you look amazing in that suit. Please thank whoever styles you for such a delightful birthday treat.

She regretted it almost as soon as she’d sent it. Reading it over, it felt silly and fangirly and her use of the word ‘delightful’ immediately made her cringe. However, Molly came back before she had time to think of some way to take back what she’d said and she tried to push it from her mind before Molly started asking questions and she had to explain what she’d just done. With the time change, she figured Chris would be too busy to respond any time soon anyway and hoped she had her wits a bit more about her by the time that happened.

Unfortunately, that wish didn’t entirely come true as the reply from Chris popped up on her phone not long after they got back to Molly’s place. She was surprised - considering it was barely after nine pm on the west coast and she assumed he would be too busy to answer her for most of the night - but she was grateful that she’d at least had enough time to get a late night snack and some water in her system before she opened the message.

Ha! Thank you. And it’s your birthday?! You never mentioned that!

She hadn’t even realized that it seemed like she was fishing for birthday greetings in her message and felt an immediate flush of embarrassment as she quickly answered.

It is, but it’s no big deal. Just another day really.

She waited with her phone in her hand for a moment, but felt a wave of disappointment when no response came. Flopping back on the bed in Molly’s spare room, she let herself have a moment to fret and ponder her next move before forcing any doubts out of her mind once again. Considering that Robbie had to work early in the morning, Molly had decided to bunk with her and she knew that she’d be appearing at any moment and that even in her intoxicated state, she’d be able to sense any disappointment or stress that Bridget was feeling from her exchange with Chris.

His response had been as enthusiastic as she could have hoped for given the initial ridiculous message that she’d sent, but she could feel her anxiety rising about the fact that she’d messaged him at all. Throwing in the fact that she’d brought up her birthday like she was desperate for even more of his attention had her ready to accept that she had probably just ruined everything already. However, just as she was about to throw her phone across the room to force herself to stop staring at the screen as if she could will him to respond, the screen lit up with another notification from Chris. But this time it was some kind of video attachment.

She quickly opened it, but felt a wave of confusion wash over her when Paul Rudd appeared on her screen.

“Uh, hi Bridget,” he smiled at the camera. “I hear you’re a good friend of Chris’ and any friend of his is a friend of mine so I just wanna say happy birthday! I hope you’ve had a great day because I’m sure you deserve it.”

A laugh slipped from Bridget’s lips as she thought back to the conversation they’d had while he was painting her house. It was obvious why he’d chosen that particular superhero to send her a birthday greeting and she could barely contain her giggles as she played the video again just as Molly walked into the room.

“What?” She questioned, raising an eyebrow at Bridget’s goofy behaviour. “What’s so funny?”

“Nothing,” Bridget smirked. “I’m just enjoying my personalized birthday message from Paul Rudd.”

“Paul Rudd? How did you…” She trailed off as a look of realization washed over her face and she let out a soft gasp. “Oh my god, Chris sent it to you?”

“Yeah, I messaged him about the premiere and let it slip that it’s my birthday and he sent me this.”

“Let me see!” It was more of a demand than a request as she scrambled across the bed, but Bridget was happy to share the message. She tilted the phone so that Molly could see and hit play, unable to keep the grin off her face and laughing when the video ended and Molly shrieked, “Oh my god! Paul Rudd actually just wished you a happy birthday!”

“Shhh,” Bridget giggled. “But it’s actually kinda cute because I mentioned that Paul Rudd was probably my biggest celebrity crush and obviously he remembered that.”

The look that slid onto Molly’s face could only be described as one of judgement as she questioned Bridget on that statement.

“You told him that you have a crush on one of his co-workers? Wow, Bridge, we need to work on your flirting skills,” she teased her. “I know you’ve been out of the game for a while, but that’s usually not what people want to hear.”

“I didn’t mean to,” Bridget blushed. “I didn’t realize that they even knew each other and it was before our date so he clearly didn’t mind - especially if he was still willing to ask him to send me a birthday message.”

“Okay, that’s true,” Molly relented. “Did you answer him yet?”

Bridget shook her head, but the door of the spare room swung open before she could reply and Robbie stepped into the room.

“Sorry,” Bridget flashed him a sheepish smile. “Did we wake you up?”

“I heard you guys come home,” he admitted. “And I was going to go back to sleep, but I always like to check in when I hear my wife screaming another man’s name in bed.”

“Paul Rudd’s not here,” Molly rolled her eyes. “But I do have something to tell you. It’s a secret though so I’ll have to tell you when Bridget leaves or she’ll be mad at me.”

“Molly!” Bridget protested. “That’s not how secrets work! You’re not supposed to tell anyone at all, not just tell them when I’m out of earshot.”

“I know, but it’s Robbie! I tell him everything, you know that. Just like I tell you everything about him.”

“There are no secrets here,” Robbie smiled. “But if you don’t want me to know whatever Molly is so clearly desperate to gossip about then I will do my best not to listen.”

Molly whined in displeasure at that claim and Bridget swatted at her playfully.

“You can listen, I trust you not to tell anyone,” Bridget told Robbie as he let out a yawn that reminded her of the time. “But you should go back to bed, I’m sorry we woke you up.”

“It’s alright,” Robbie shrugged. “I’m glad you had a good night. Do you need anything? Have you both had some water?”

They both pointed to the glasses beside the bed and smiled at his concern before saying goodnight and letting him get back to bed. After all the excitement, it didn’t take long for Molly to start drifting off as well, but Bridget had one more thing she wanted to do before falling asleep and she opened her conversation with Chris once again.

Oh my gosh, best birthday present ever! Even though, I’m a little disappointed that I didn’t get to see your beautiful face too, but I don’t want to be greedy so I’ll just say thank you.

Emboldened by the alcohol that she could still feel in her body, she added a little kiss blowing emoji at the end and hoped that he wouldn’t think she was being too forward. Molly’s words about her confession of a silly crush on Paul Rudd were floating in her mind and even though she was fairly sure that Chris wasn’t bothered by the situation, she hoped her comment would be a little reassurance that her interest remained focused completely on him.

She tried to fight off the need for sleep that was weighing down her eyelids as she wanted to stay awake long enough to see if he was going to reply, but considering the video he’d sent appeared to have been taken at some kind of after party, she knew he was probably busy and after a few minutes passed with no response, she let her eyes flicker shut and drifted off to sleep.

[cosmica-galaxy]

Hey its goose anon! Thank you for answering my question thats like a long time ago which i just saw today, sorry about that been a long time since i visited this blog, but i still love your writings and art! :Since requests are open, i would like to ask of a scenerio of The main guys seeing Soldier!reader in action? Maybe a massive battle happened and reader decides to jump in and save them, but how destructive reader could ACTUALLY be?

Have a good day!

Hi, Goose! It's been a while and I'm glad you're back! :D

(This scenario would most likely take place after the AAHW tries to forcefully make the Soldier join, as well as them collecting enough samples to try and clone them. But their team breaks them out, so this takes place during their breakout and when their loyalty is sworn to SQ.)

CW: GORE MENTION AHEAD!

During the breakout to retrieve Soldier!Reader from the AAHW facility that served as their prison, the group of Hank, Sanford, and Deimos would no doubt be swarmed by AAHW units that were placed there to try and keep the Soldier contained.

Upon trying to break out, the SQ crew would be attacked by literal DOZENS of agents and units. Upon seeing their little friends getting shot and injured by the hostile organization, the large soldier would fly into a rage for the first time since they came to Nevada.

The peaceful diplomacy that the soldier is known for is suddenly gone and agents are finding themselves suddenly squared up against a large behemoth that is NOT happy that their little buddies are going to be killed off by the agents.

Upon starting to rampage, the soldier crushes numerous agents under their heavy boots with a series of vicious stomps. Turning them into crushed viscera and red smears in the concrete. They move much faster than MAG agents, their longer limbs allowing them to sidestep, leap, and roll out of danger and crush, squish, throw, and rend any agent units in their way.

Their primary objective is to pick up their smaller companions and place them on their body or in their reinforced backpack for safety. The injured are carefully placed onto their back while the others cling on to their back and body while they dispatch and destroy anything in their way as their rampage resumes.

Cars are crushed underfoot and if there are helicopters nearby, they will literally pick up a vehicle and CHUCK it at the helicopters. Sending them down in a ball of fire. If the helicopters manage to drop a few MAG agents, the Soldier will enter combat with them with no hesitation. Their nimble form allows them to dance around the MAGS with ease as they grab their extremities and tear the pipes and hoses from their bodies. If one MAG is particularly skilled, the legendary rifle that the soldier always carries around is utilized. A sound akin to a loud thunder clap rocks the ground and the next thing the grunts know, the MAG's head is blown to shit. Blood, brains, and bone are splattered in a radius around the collapsing body of the MAG agent.

Meanwhile, the SQ crew is hanging on or hiding in their pack, watching just the sheer amount of carnage the soldier is leaving in their aggressive wake. Piles upon piles of bodies lie across the battlefield, burning wrecks smolder and fires raging, and a couple of dead MAGS lie in the ruins of what was once a AAHW base. The soldier isn't even done, as they continue to rampage and rip, stomp, and throw away any adversaries that swarmed the area.

The soldier has taken damage too. From gunshots, to slashed clothes, and even burns from fire, but the soldier is far too enraged to care. They even target certain explosive parts of the base. Intentionally picking up AAHW trucks and throwing them at these vulnerable places. From fueling areas to propane takes, the car impacts these locations and shit fucking explodes. Fire rains down and the soldier finally begins to head out with their charges safely on their body.

The smoke from the fires provide cover from the helicopters and if any are seen following the retreating soldier, another thrown item (be it a car, iron beam, or corpse) is quick to dispatch the pursuers.

The soldier would run for miles away from the location, getting information from their little riders on where to go. Once they all get back to the base after the successful breakout, the soldier finally collapses in a tired heap and allows their charges to get off of them. Doc is quick to come out of the base and assess the damage and treat wounds.

Once the heat is off and injuries are mended, the soldier is treated with far more respect. Their aggression and sheer power was typically never shown nor seen, but after the AAHW fiasco, the SQ crew now truly understands the power someone like their large soldier can wield.

In a way, it makes the crew admire you.

As an added bonus to the aftermath, the soldier now looks at the AAHW as a genuine threat.

"Hank, you are right. The Auditor is a cocksucker and his entire organization can burn to the fucking ground. Fuck the AAHW."

The Soldier would say as they get treated by Doc, much to the happiness of Hank and the rest of the crew cheers in agreement.

The soldier is now much more wary of the AAHW after that, as they are also equally protective of their little "war-family" and would take any hostile behavior towards them as a threat.

NOBODY attempts to kill their little allies or their mini-me (Hank) and lives.

[vivianleighwishesshewasme]

Study Buddies- 3 Study Group

Chapter 3 Study Group

John expected that on this Sunday night he’d be getting ready for school tomorrow and catching up on his paper with Martha. His little mouse. He was waiting to tell her he’d officially decided that he’d changed her nickname to His Mouse.

She was whip smart. He’d seen that now. She’d catch on quickly tomorrow at school when he’d use it in front of the whole class after he walked past her desk to get to his own in the back of the one.

He’d seen her blossom alone in his room. He refused to see her shut herself back up and pretend she was shy. He’d truly seen her and decided she needed to be his girl.

He cleared off his table preparing for their study session, wiping down the crumbs and sorting his papers. He caught a glimpse of blond hair and a blue bow out his window. Smirking, he made his way down stairs bouncing as he walked down, much to Polly and Tom’s amusement. A knock sounded at the door.

“I’ll get it!” Both he and Finn had yelled and rushed to the door. Finn had been closer anyway and had flung it open. John scowled at him mentally making a note to throttle his little brother later.

“Did you bring more bread for us?” His boyish voice was full of excitement. He was starting to hit puberty. He either sounded mature and manly or like a squeaky toy. At least that’s what John had told him.

“Finn, you don’t ask that. For God's sake let the poor girl through the door.” Polly had set aside her crochet, rising and made her way to the door. John stood leaning against the door frame and that led into the dining room. His arms were crossed and he looked smug. He caught Tommy smiling at him shaking his head. Everyone could see how bad John had it for the bakers girl.

His face fell and he stood straight up feeling his face contorted to anger. His hand curled into fists at his side. Two boys from school with her. They sauntered into the room and scanned around looking amused. One was a jock, won awards for the school, real meat head. The other was a popular boy, good looking but nice. John hated them both and he wasn’t happy they were with his little mouse. Had she invited them, scared to be alone with John?

“We saw Martha walking with school paper and a basket. Didn’t want her to walk in the dark alone. Gave her my jacket. Figured if two heads were better than one, then four would be better don't you agree Johnny?” Polly, Ada and Tommy looked at him. No one called him Johnny anymore. It was clear they weren’t friends. Elijah had spoken confidently, the muscular jock boy that stood several inches smaller than John. He was challenging John Shelby in his own home!? Oh no, not in front of her.

John’s gaze swept over Martha, she gratefully wasn’t wearing his jock jacket. Just a dusty blue sweater the color of his eyes. John smirked, even if she hadn’t thought of that, he still appreciated the subconscious gesture. He decided that particular shade of blue was his favorite now, it looked amazing on her bringing out her features and beautiful long blonde locks. He loved the bow. She looked like a dream, he hoped he fell asleep thinking about her tonight. He knew he’d be thinking about her later.

“Oh! Hold on!” Martha’s little yelp brought the attention to her and Finn. Finn was riling through her basket while she was scrambling to place it on the table. Finn was pulling out paper wrapped things left and right much to Martha's dismay.

“Finn Shelby!” Polly’s stern warning sounded through the room. She had briskly made her way to Finn smacking the back of his head. John hid his grin trying not to laugh. He knew if he made a sound he’d be Pol's next victim. Tommy was watching the scene unfolding enjoying the free show as well.

“I’m not even named Finn but that made my jump!” Henry, the popular boy with slicked back blonde hair and dark blue eye’s laughed. Polly eye’s the group disapproval written across her face and jerked her head towards stairs dismissing John and his company.

All but Martha followed, she was staying behind to help unpack her basket and defend the baked goods from a sugar loving eleven year old.

Time ticked by literally, John was counting the clicks from his clock on the fireplace. Eleven minutes of silence. The others sat at his table. He’d strategically placed them on the other side of the table. He’d sat Martha near him. He’d clustered their chairs closer to keep distance from the other two.

Every one let out an audible sigh as they heard Martha’s small steps climbing up to his room.

“Well, I don’t have much left but I brought up what I could.” She laughed, dissipating some tension in the room. John sat and pulled out her seat, patting it next to him. She shook her head, still smiling but took her place beside him much to the chagrin of the other two. A faint crimson blush was across her cheeks and didn’t go unnoticed by the middle Shelby.

“Are you flushed because you had to beat off an eleven year old from your basket of goods or because your sitting next to me?” He asked cheekily. She looked away from him as if suddenly interested in the wallpaper across the room. He elbowed her.

To his surprised she turned back to face the table but busied herself leaving his question unanswered.

She started passing out various fruit filled muffins and half a loaf of bread. John was about to be disappointed when he felt something firm smack him in the thigh as she sat down. He raised an eyebrow ready to joke at her expense when he saw a familiar break loaf shaped. She’d save him his very own loaf. He knew none of these baked good’s were particularly inexpensive. He tucked it in his lap, grateful to cover a certain area. He’d apparently sat her too close to him.

“Your aunt really likes fruit tarts. I’ll have to remember that for Christmas.” Martha had said it so off-handedly as she stuffed a muffin in her mouth she’d almost missed John’s covering up his mouth stifling a laugh and the other boys' surprised expressions.

“We didn’t realize the Andersons were so close to the Shelby's, already planning Christmas together?” Elijah's commented with an air of superiority. Shelby’s had been all but smeared out as he’d spoken. John couldn’t wait to get him alone tomorrow behind the school and beat the snob out of him.

Martha sat there comically with half the muffin hanging out of her mouth. All the boys laughed now while she ripped the muffin out and chewed quickly, getting rid of the unlady like evidence of her bite.

“I should have nicknamed you snake since you can unhinge your jaw like that instead of a mouse.” He yelped when a sharp blow from the back of her arm landed across his head. The other two exchanged glances, it was clear they were on very friendly terms, at least to outsiders. Martha didn’t seem as amused as John had by his joke.

“Geez girl, I know muffins aren’t hard to carry. Where’d you build all that muscle from?” He rubbed his arm, his ego bruised from being hit by a girl.

“From kneading several pounds of bread dough daily.” She looked pleased with herself beaming up at him.

“We have actual work to do, all of you. Here's the outline.” Martha said as she handed them her handwritten assignments and work.

After a very long two hour study session, John was relieved that Martha said they were done and ended to call it a night. She had them doing everything, writing, outline and editing. He’d found out quickly that the Jock and popular boy weren’t even on the project. Martha had just forced them to work if they were going to stay. That amused him that she was punishing them for butting in on his time with her. At least, that’s what he wanted to believe. He didn't dare ask her out loud incase she changed her mind.

“Cracked the whip on us Mate.” Henry mumbled as he stumbled downstairs completely defeated by her harsh pace. John walked her down the stairs, his hand on her lower back gently. She didn't move away much to his pleasure.

“Get your work done?” Pol asked gently. Almost everyone else was in bed or in their rooms retired for the evening.

“Yeah, Martha could work as a lion tamer for the circus. Cracked the bloody whip she did.” He looked around the room clearly trying to avoid her annoyed look. Polly laughed and hugged her.

“Good, we need another woman to keep the Shelby men in line. It’s too much work by myself.” She said eyes glittered. Martha blush was full flush on her face and she was looking down at her brown mary jane shoes.

“Let's get you home babs, can’t have you walking alone in Birmingham after proper dark, can we?” John put his coat around her shoulders and guided her out of his house and onto the quiet street, finally grateful for time alone with her.

He was fully aware that she kept stealing glances at him. The lights from the lanterns cast an soft angelic glow on her blonde head. If he hadn’t decided to call her Mouse to rile her up then Angel would have been his second choice of a nickname for her.

And wasn’t she to him? She’d brought him and the family food while he was sick, helped him catch up with school so he didn’t fall behind of fail out. She could have ignored him, dropped off everything and left or just given the cards to Finn after school. She’d chosen to come to his home and check up on him.

“Thank you for the cards by the way.” He elbowed her causing her to loose her balance. She retailed by gently pushing him back. He swayed towards her bringing her closer to him. She’d placed her hand on his arm to steady herself bringing them almost face to face.

“Umm, your welcome.” She said sheepishly. He reached up and brushed a stray strand away from her face. She stumbled back a bit and recoiled when he reached for her. She looked around frantically reminding them both that they were on a streets occupied by others. They needed to be discreet.

“I was going to wait and embarrass you at school tomorrow.” John said confidently baiting her to look up. His face was taunt but the smirk gave him away.

“John!” She was trying to suppress a giggle. “Stop, don’t do that.” She begged her large eyes pretending to plead with him. That's juts spurred him on. He loved the banter between them.

“Now listen, alright, I've changed my mind. Decided I'm to impetuous and I want to ask you now.” He grabbed her hands in his and pulled her closer. She was on high alert looking around again like a baby deer caught in a trap.

“YOU’VE just decided that? I think we’ve all known that about you for awhile John Shelby.” She teased.

“Oi, Would you listen?” His head craned down a bit and he released on on her hands, using his other to cradle her chin firmly and force her head up. He could hear her breathing ragged and quick paced. God, he wanted to kiss her at that moment. She wasn’t irritated and trying to get away from him and she wasn’t swooning and drooling at his feet. She was clearly submissively to him holding her though. A thrill ran though him. She was such a good girl for him.

“I want to ask you to be my girl, Mouse. I keep your card on my mantel, read it every night like Polly reads her bible. I look forward to studying…because your there.” He waited with baited breath as she blinked at him a few times. Everyone knew he hated school and thought it was a waste of his time. He was already working, why couldn’t he just do that? He’d promised Pol he’d make it through his last year. This was it before graduation in May and he’d be free. She shook her head and snorted looking suspiciously at him.

“Are you laughing at me?” Anger flashed across his face and his grip got a touch tighter. She gasped and he quickly pulled back realizing how intense he’d gotten with her. He heard the mumbling now. He reached up to rub her chin. She didn’t pull away just seemed irritated now, her lip jutted out in a pout. He felt awful.

“Babs, I..” He barely got out his gentle apology before she spoke over him. Normally it was anger him to be cut off but he felt she had more then enough right to scold him now.

“No, I’m not laughing. I’m imaging you studying if I wasn't there. I cant see it. Unless I tutor you, my parents wont let me come back. Its getting improper. My mom and dad have been up the last few night talking about it. I can hear them through my wall on the other side.” She looked melancholy now, he hoped it was because she didn’t want to think of them being torn apart. No, Martha was a good girl, it was because she felt guilty for making them worry about her reputation.

“Is it because I'm a Shelby?” Ask asked not flinching from his own question. Everyone knew what they were, travelers. He also knew that some people looked down on their betting shop business. It wasn’t legal, however it put food on the table, how could they begrudge them of that?

“No, its because your a boy.” She said matter of fact. Her was keeping up with him.

“Say your studying with Ada then.” It sounded like a command even to him. Her eyebrow raised but her face was full of kindness. Her lips curled up and she was trying not to smirk. He had an answer for everything.

“She four years younger than me.” Martha added. Why would she tutor Ada anyway. She was a good student.

“Then your tutoring because she's dumb.” He snapped out causing her to smack at him.

“JOHN!” I cant lie to them.” She yelled. He’d angered her now. She didn’t wasn't solutions, he’d been rejected. All there was to do was walk home and lick his wounds.

“We’ll then I guess this is goodbye.” He turned and picked up his strides fading away quickly into the shadows. She had tried to follow but quickly lost him.

“Joh…Shelby! You are impetuous!” He heard her yell as he’d made it to his doorstep uncaring that’d he abandoned her only halfway to her house alone on a street at night.

[kiyaar]

Tell me about the things Destiel does for you? Is it the way Cas has torn himself apart (metaphysically, spiritually, his literal true form is mutated and scarred) for his love of Dean, but in a way Dean cannot physically SEE without it burning his eyes out, that all the other angels and demons keep insinuating Dean or Castiel himself has done SOMETHING permanent and transformative to his true form, but Dean brushes it aside as queer innuendo? That he CAN'T accept that Cas loves him so much it’s broken him or else he has to acknowledge that love or shoulder the burden of being the very poison to people he loves just like he’s always feared? And Dean brushing off the angel's comments might make Cas feel like Dean doesn’t really care rather then him not understanding/shielding himself?

(And that Cas's final act forced him to face all of that?)

Or that Dean, a man that went selectively mute as a child after the fire for almost a year, can't ever SAY what he wants. How he needs people to see past his protective, false layers of bravado and machismo to know what he's truly asking for. And this man that can't ask directly loves so dearly this Alien Being that can see HIM as he is truly, but lacks the experience, context, (and self esteem)* to read between the lines of “you're family” “stop being stupid and listen to me” “… you leaving?” and “I need you” instead of hearing: “I care about you so much I will die without you just like I would without my brother” “be safe I don’t want you hurt” “please stay” and “I love you”. And thru Cas's lack of comprehension Dean takes it as rejection over and over? That this man that hates his inability to speak at the right time or to say what he needs to say, who hates that he reacts with anger or silence instead, can’t say anything back to Cas that MEANS half of what Cas said at the very end

*(Cas at the beginning and later at points thru the hazes of regret and self loathing Cas hears “we are of a few comrades in this fight” “I don’t trust your judgment you idiot” “please leave already” and “you can stay because you are useful”

He SOMETIMES gets to “you are part of a very small group of friends we trust” “please don't get in trouble we have to bail you out on” “what are you up to? Want to watch a movie?” and “my life is easier and better with you in it buddy”)

i think it has to do with queer loneliness for me. i come to spn assuming dean winchester is a deeply closeted bi man and is dealing with some hefty queerphobic daddy issues and is also like big into self-denial and masking and self-destruction via substance and willing himself to be a human tumbleweed to deal with those issues. okay. in comes castiel whose first relationship move as a weapon (!!) of heaven is to literally brand him, singlehandedly pull him out of hell and then imprint on DEAN PERSONALLY which is like. a (queer) trauma savior fantasy.

castiel laid a hand on you and he was LOST! like! fuck me!! (–dean winchester, probably ��) no one has ever loved me that way and certainly i can't deserve it and god i want to keep it but i don't know how! and like. the Show puts them in RIDICULOUS situations like. the world is ending. i sold my soul. i was tortured for 40 years for nothing. you can't go home again but sometimes home comes to pull you out of hell. dean goes to hell a child and he comes out an old man. he drinks and he gripes and he cries a lot but jesus god, i'd cry too. who on EARTH is going to understand that experience? no one has the language to talk about time like that, the absence of it, the agony of the duration, the skip. castiel does, because he's ancient as fuck.

it would be far less compelling to me if dean could articulate what he wants and needs and loves, but he has trauma blinders and castiel is like. he is so dangerous! but in the way a weapon in the hand is dangerous to the holder if the holder keeps fucking pointing it at himself. and castiel's only (successful) love language is burning the world down for dean and dean doesn't fucking want it! or he doesn't want it like that! or he wants normal things, instead, like consistency and a relationship that isn't constantly chafing his avoidant attachment and abandonment issues - but all he knows how to do is be mad and seethe and wrap it all up and cry about it behind a locked door in a hotel room he shares with his dipshit brother! god!! man cannot handle being loved unconditionally and he makes it everyone's problem! i'm unwell! see also: Mitski_I'm Your Man.mp3

[grapecaseschoices]

b0red 0c infamous ocs rambIes part2

Part 1. Ask.

Philia – Affectionate, Platonic Love.

1 - Does your OC have a Best Friend? If they do then how long have they known each other and how did they meet? If they don’t then do they have a close group of friends they love equally? Or are they more of a loner?

Alana: August. [Just you wait!] Yes, though her best friend doesn't like her anymore. They have known each other since middle school. Is it canon, how they met? I don't remember -- but they were sat next to each other during study group. She also does have a group of friends she loves tho.

BJ: No. He does love his friends but I think it has been hard since Seven, since BJ can be so serious and is rather introverted. Seven was the BJ whisperer. And I don't think any of them really sat to grow around that dynamic, at least not purposefully. I do think if anyone would grow to be the new bestie [Sebastian, lol] during the tour it would be Devyn. Maybe even Orion. So I think he straddles between loves his friends equally and loner.

Hiyam: Yes. And they met in high school. If I recall, through Seven. Surprise, surprise Hiyam DOES love the rest of her friends equally [though she is a bit partial to Jazzy], but Rowan is her best friend.

Lala: Not anymore, though they still have much love fo Seven. They love the bad equal -- Rowan and Iris bust their chops more, and she and Iris have an aesthetic vibe but equal!

Ori: Seven will be Ori's best friend til the day he dies [unless does something bad enough to actually piss Ori off]. The band is his family, too tho.

2 - Does your OC find it easy to make friends? Or are there barriers to them doing so? If so then are these due to issues of inclination, communication, or something else entirely?

Alana: Yes, but not really. They're friends but not friends you confide in friends. People she is friendly with -- because she is a very friendly person - that are more than just acquiantances, but they're not FRRIIIIIENDS. They are 'verb/noun' friends. Drinking buddies, friends to shop with, etc. There is a bit of a wall, a very thin wall but there is. I think a lot of the issues, outside of her being rather introverted, is the experience thing. A lot of the people she meets are nice, but they don't get it. And because they're not part of that life it can be harder to foster relationships.

BJ: Nope. I think it is a mix of personality, time, and a lack of desire to do so.

Hiyam: Fun fact, I almost forgot her. Hiyam doesn't. I think if Hiyam put effort they could charm friends -- becase what is that but the platonic version of flirting? But I don't think, even if she liked them, she would prioritize those friendships -- which could lead to bad feelings. Whiiiiich, Hiyam probably wouldn't handle with delicacy. They do have sycophants and lackies though, that counts right?

Lala: I think they would if they made the effort. Outside of the group they have a lot of acquiantances and people who think Lala is cool, and that is fine Lala thinks they are cool back. But there is at times no desire to do more with that. Though sometimes, someone looks out and gets their time.

Ori: People don't take Ori seriously and tend to only value him as fun time guy. He has lots of buds, but only really the group as friends.

3 - What qualities does your OC most value in a friend? Loyalty? Shared sense of humour? Or something else?

Alana: Kindness, good humor. Respect -- especially of bounaries. A bit of mischeviousness. Good listener.

BJ: Quiet. wqerw Stability, understanding. Patience. Good rapport and level temperment. Caring. Trustworthy. Considerate.

Hiyam: Someone with more patience than Job. I actually had a good list but I forgot it. Ambition, loyalty. Confidence. Good listener. Forgiving. Honest. Trusting and trustworthy. Support. Someone non-irritating, lol

Lala: Humor, a sense of adventure. Posivity. Loyalty. Confidence. Open-minded.

Ori: Fun! Positive! Insightful/Astute. Patient. Forgiving.

4 - Is your OC able to build close friendships with people very different from themselves? Perhaps in terms of culture, age or personality?

Alana: I think it might take time. She doesn't have much experience with it.

BJ: Yes, actually!

Hiyam: Can get on with kids under 12 and elderly over 70. Different cultures -- most her age might find her too American.

Lala: Yep.

Ori: Old people love him! So mostly. As for people his age from different cultures, not always immediately but with time.

5 - What is their most fervent wish for their best friend(s)? How far would they go to make it happen?

Alana: That she will forgive her. I don't know -- initially I would have said VERY far but the last update fucked her up. And as much as she wants Seven in her life, she believes Seven's words -- or at least that Seven believe's them [and that is what matters]. That know Alana was one of the worst things or wte, so -- IDK. She would rather die than hurt Seven further, so. She is stuck.

BJ: What best friend?

Hiyam: Rowan wants to win just like she does -- so that's gonna happen. And then some. There are no alternatives but success.

Lala: What best friend?

Ori: That they can be friends again, but more than that Seven is happy. Ori is currently twisting himself up to make Seven happy and now he's stuck with UW, so far enough.

[sohannabarberaesque]

Boardwalk Notebook from the Ocean City Springfest Character Convocation

Somehow, Penelope Pitstop couldn't help but notice at least one ice cream stand on the Ocean City Boardwalk offering frozen yoghurt smoothies "just to keep these good looks obvious," though she admitted to several visitors in meet-ups that yo-yo dieting isn't good for herself or her body image.

Magilla the Chivalrous: On Saturday and Sunday afternoons, Magilla Gorilla "himself," something of a banana addict himself, could be seen passing around frozen chocolate bananas to Springfest visitors. "Frozen, true--but they're the real thing!" (Though he did admit a fondness as well for the beach life, not to mention being one with the Peter Potamus dive troupe.)

Speaking of Peter Potamus, we understand that the Character Convocation was occasion enough to call his divers together and announce a rebranding: In recognition of his Magic Balloon, the heretofore Peter Potamus Travelling SCUBA Par-tay will now become "Peter Potamus' Magic Divers," hoping to share the magic and wonder of the diving experience all the more. And not just SCUBA; snorkelling is also bound to come into the foci. Even then, Peter and the dive crew's members could be seen in walkabout discussing diving experiences with Springfest visitors, and even auctioning off for diving-related charities a substantial autographed group picture of the Magic Divers taken underwater off Catalina Island a few years back.

The big culinary draws on the Ocean City Boardwalk happen to include Maryland crab cakes, Delmarva fried chicken, freshly-cut French fries, even frozen custard. No wonder Shaggy and Scooby-Doo couldn't resist their fill ... or even Yogi Bear, as if being the Jellystone Park delegate to the Character Convocations wasn't good enough or embarrassing. For the Hair Bear Bunch, tanking up on freshly-grilled hamburger ahead of bear mating season was their Boardwalk distraction (right down to the grilled onion, as at least one visitor spending some time with Square Bear observed during a brief conversation and selfie opportunity).

So much for wolves being general nuisances: Loopy DeLoop, Hokey Wolf and Mildew Wolf, breakout stars of Peter Potamus' Magic Divers in their own way, managed to find conversation galore with a number of Boardwalk fans--in particular Loopy DeLoop, ever trying to challenge negative attitudes towards wolves and always getting the short end of the stick. And with at least one French-fry stand offering poutine among its offerings, "ze good wolf" (as Loopy explains it in his Quebecoise accent) treated several fans to poutine, in a majority of such introducing them to the Canadian snack sensation.

And who could forget the Divin' Wolf Pups, none other than Bon-Bon (Loopy's nephew) and Ding-a-Ling (Hokey Wolf's biggest supporter), signing autographs and encouraging young divers from a picnic table close to a Boardwalk hamburger joint? Several were even asking if the two used their tails underwater, prompting Ding-a-Ling to remark that such "are not there for show; on occasion, such can help us reach the bottom faster, as if weight belts weren't good enough!"

Huckleberry Hound and Snagglepuss couldn't be more enthused by where Old Bay Seasoning, a popular Maryland table and cooking seasoning, was being used at one French-fry stand to season their fries. "Seems Marylanders must be gung-ho for Old Bay," Huckleberry remarked, prompting Snagglepuss to head to a gift shop specialist in Maryland-made souvenirs (both practical and tacky) to buy two cans of Old Bay for table seasoning on an upcoming motorhome road trip with a few close buddies. (The name, incidentally, comes from the Old Bay Seafood House, a since-closed eatery on Baltimore's Light Street close to the onetime terminal for the Old Bay Line's steamers to Norfolk back in the day.)

Obviously, Ocean City's Boardwalk is no place for boots such as the Cattanooga Cats are fond of wearing (Country with more cowboyish wear, Kitty Jo fond of go-go boots), prompting band members to wear slip-in sandals or espadrilles on the Boardwalk during meet-and-greet sessions thereon. Fans seemed not to take much note, though one fan asked Scoots over a Delmarva fried chicken dinner about the time he dove into a river by way of the Magic Crayon; his response was "I just seem to be a diving sort of cat more than anything."

So why were the crowds fascinated about The Great Grape Ape straddling the Ocean City Boardwalk at its northern (27th Street) gateway? You probably wouldn't be interested.

Champion Eaters Department: Big H, from The King's crew, downing no less than 39 fried crab cakes in ten minutes, with two litres of lemonade washing all down ... the Hair Bears managing to split a large bucket of French fries (seasoned with Old Bay, know) and not leave much wasted (even several fans were stunned) ... Super Snooper and Blabbermouse managing to find some hot coffee even around midnight, just as city cleaning crews were starting to get through the day's mess ... and Ruff and Reddy just being content to share some Philadelphia-style pizza as the sun was setting over the Inlet.

The Inevitable Tom and Jerry Item: It was bound to ensue that Tom ran into overly warm sand on Ocean City's beaches during the inevitable chase with Jerry, with the inevitable screaming in agony on Tom's part ... only to find Jerry drifting along the shore in a discarded Crocs sandal as Tom's hindpaws found comfort in the Atlantic's waters to the extent that he forgot what the rationale was.And at least four beachgoers complaining of sand getting kicked into their eyes from Tom's running.

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[blue-jester]

What are the Holidays celebrated in Halacandra?

couple copy/pasted from discord- there's defiantly a few more though that I haven't fleshed out like the tech festival and "Orrah fo Magia"[day of magic]

Ephan Fo Celes!

because winter is when the planet is drenched in darkness for a month, everyones outfits actually glow, which makes the dancing part so much more fun Also I think people migrate to the blue lava volcano to celebrate, as that's the most holy location on the planet and the blue lava really stands out in the night- it's over all an incredibly pretty holiday to witness I'm thinking about the orbit dance and how pretty it'd look… It'd be especially fun to an outsider, getting to see this holiday for the first time, dancing in the orbit dance with a friend/sibling/partner,,, all the lights- the magic so strong in the air,, I think it was a tradition started by King Jorrolor, as a 'HEY WE MADE IT THROUGH OUR FIRST YEAR WITHOUT GOD, LET'S CELEBRATE" type thing and the meaning became more as the years went on Speaking of, while he is dead Jorrolor's ghost makes sure to over see each and every celebration of the holiday, it fills his no longer beating heart with pride, seeing how far his little group has come in this long time

Tyaper, the high priestess gets to be the sun, sitting in the sentre of the orbit dance and holding up the sun for the light it produces and so that the others may orbit around her, as she is a priest she repersents the light of the sun and the light of their god Magiajam! The dance is done in the dark so they get REALLY glowy outfits to illuminate the way And we get to see some natural halcandrian bioluminescence on the tail and face there,, Gonna be doing the rest of my halcandrians/hybrids so I can edit it all together to make them all look like they're dancing in the orbit Around the sun planet+moon pairs dance in orbit to them, a halcandrian with the planet will dance in a circle around the sun, while their moon dance partner will dance around the planet as they orbit, planet moon pairs can be anything from siblings to friends to lovers to parent and child- you just gotta take a buddy and dance around with them it's great

Each partner holds up a planet and a moon shaped object respectively, holding eachothers paw in one, holding their object in the other as they twirl around eachother

Children are the stars, they run around outside the ring of planet + moon pairs and orbit the opposite direction to the planet+moon pair, still around the sun but much less corriagraphed and more wild, and fun, children will dance and play, holding a star object in one paw to repersent what they are- children are stars because they hold unlimited potential and are bright, but far from reaching their full potential as the sun has and on the outside of that music is playing, bell dancers and drums beat, chanting cultural and religious songs while the dance progresses, encouraging the dancers to go on, and hype them up a bit- there's also magicians who make the area look like space, having magic project and make the dance all the more grand, and then there are the spectators that aren't par taking in the orbit dance, but just want to watch and listen to the show

Outside of the main event, there are shops opened up nearby, traders and artisans and cooks sell their hand made goods- from chimes to art pieces to new tech they've invented to some really good food

and afterwards, a grand feast is held, where everyone fathers around one large table, peasants sitting next to kings, all together to represent the closeness of the kingdom, and to imitate the beginning, when there was only a single king, and no real social classes.

They eat traditional food, made with much love and care, which I'll describe better one day when I get to food world building but there's a few dishes only served at this holiday that people wait year long to eat and also. Alcohol, this is a new-years celebration after all

Also remember, people treck all the way to the blue-lava volcano in order to celebrate this, so there's also quite a bit of prayer done before and after the orbit dance

and the Lanturn Festival!

probably a summer celebration, though it'd take place at night [of course] During the day, families make lanturns, one for each member of the family, and some for all the people they've lost in their lives. Lanturns are often decorated in things personal to the person making them- like a specific flower or symbol will be woven onto it. Groups will get together from early on in the day to work on the lanturns and eat, catch up with eachother- it's usually a very fun occasion

Lanturns are symbolic of the soul, your… You. Everything you- and anyone you loved that has dieds entire being- is what they're honoring

Just before dusk the people will give their lanturns to a volintear who will travel to a high peak, and release all the village/cities lanturns on the dusk, where they spill into the night sky beautifully like stars- doomers often fly up alongside them- though they never interfere with the floating lanturns. The releasing of the lanturns is symbolic of 'finding paradise'- for both you and the people you love and it is really beautiful to see, people usually gather and have picnics in an open area to watch the lanturns spill into the night sky together

[companionwolf]

1, 15, and 22 for the fo ask game!

1. How big of a part is selfshipping in your life?

Honestly it's gotten fairly big now; I talk more about my F/Os and rely on them a decent amount for like. [Gestures at using Schafer to self administer a DBT coping skill yesterday].... emotional support? And then Central as my partner is just. That's My Partner!!!

Answered 15 here!

22. Do you own a trinket you associate with your F/O?

Uh, I've got bracelets for everyone (the Trunk Buddies and Laudomia Crew got one as a group). I also have fake dogtags that I pretend Central gave me, a hoodie I pretend was his, and some plushies + fidget toys that were 'gifts'.

[chevelleneech]

I agree with somethings for sure, but I also think a lot of the “worry” on both sides comes from people having such strong bias for their preferred pairing.

I would prefer Buddie, but I am also currently enjoying Buck and Tommy. However, I think the biggest reason people view BuckTommy as potential endgame, is because queer characters very rarely get to have multiple partners on screen unless they are written as promiscuous. But even within the 911 universe, none of the queer characters date around. Hen and Karen are married, Josh is perpetually single, while TK and Carlos, who were set since the Lone Star pilot, are now married. The only gay man to date, was Michael and I think he only had two maybe three boyfriends, only because I think they were looking for an actor who could commit to a contract. David was the third, and they’re now married. Hell, even in Station 19 the bisexual woman slept around until she found her wife (I think they got married), while the gay guy mourned his dead husband for a while only to now be a multi-cheater (from what I’ve seen).

As such, this is why I think Buck’s coming out feels odd to me. Because he is a budding serial monogamist who is now backed into a tired trope that does not allow him space to freely date. At the same time, we have already seen him sleeping around and attempting to find The One. Now, he’s with a man, and because on screen queer relationships after often treated as “Oh, my past partners didn’t work because I didn’t know I only wanted this partner!” it is unlikely we’ll see him have multiple male partners. Tommy has to be The One, because it’s what the trope dictates as well as it’s what a season seven love interest usually means anyway.

Not that a s7 Love Interest is a thing, but very rarely do shows add in love interests they don’t plan to have stick around so late in the game. I do think the show will get at least 10 seasons, but we won’t know that until we do. Which is why it makes sense in theory for Tommy to just be his final partner. However… Tommy and Marisol are essentially on the same playing field, people just don’t want to admit it.

Tommy has a last name, yes, but all we know about him is that he is a former army pilot who was a closeted and rude firefighter during his early to mid 20s, and now he’s an out search and rescue pilot. Which is fine. I have no issues with that level of backstory for where we’re at in their relationship. But I also do not have an issue with how little we know about Marisol right now. It’s less than we know about Tommy, but overall blank enough for Tim to build upon, because he didn't know what to do with her. She is a home renovator who attempted to be a nun, but left the convent behind.

Another thing I don’t think people are taking into consideration, is that both Tommy and Marisol are in s7, solely because Tim Minear didn’t want to start at zero again. He said himself he didn’t drop Marisol because he didn’t want Buck and Eddie to be single at the same time again as we started a new season. He also said he didn’t want to create a new character for the sole purpose of them being Buck’s bisexual awakening, and that he didn’t want to have it be a character disconnected from the core group, because as with Abby, it was too difficult to have them intersect.

So these aren’t storylines that have naturally progressed to where they currently are. Things have been forced, because they were easier to do for the show runner and writers. Which is also fine. Sometimes you have to make do with whatever is easiest, then build from there. The thing is, with both Buck and Eddie, the only thing either of them have yet to experience in a relationship is “endgame.” So Tim has to make the ultimate decision of either having both of their partners stay, both of them leave, or one goes while the other stays.

Either way, the writers have to craft an actual believable romance for Buck and Eddie. Because no matter what anyone says about Tommy being perfect for Buck, he hasn’t done anything to showcase that. Neither has Marisol. She’s showing as much grace and comfort to Eddie as Tommy has shown to Buck, but nothing about either pairing has been romantically charged. BuckTommy is equally as potentially endgame as EddieMarisol, simply because in my opinion, it’s the most realistic outcome based on the very real possibility the show ends at 10 seasons, tv history, and the things Tim said he doesn’t want to revisit.

So if s10 is the last, trying to ignite one or two brand new love interests who feel fleshed out and cared for by viewers will take time away from further fleshing out and tying up storylines for established beloved main characters. Leaving the only other options being Buddie becomes canon or one or both of them end the series single.

And I say Buddie is one of the only other options, because while they have a beautiful platonic friendship, they are also fleshed out and established as individual characters, and don’t require extra writing to involve them in the core group. And one of them being single would at least show the other is capable of being written as happy and in love, despite what shippers want. Whereas both of them being single would leave too much room for people to question why they were the only two mains written as having never found The One.

That said, the reason I don’t see Buddie being endgame is because historically, it’s not a thing that happens. Two well established same sex characters don’t often end a series dating. It’s either given as a last hurrah (Korra), mentioned as a long-held want (Castiel), or said to have been what the creator wanted after the fact (Dumbledore). All of which is alright, you know? Everything has its own context, but I don’t see ABC bothering to push their boundary any further when Henren and BuckTommy are technically enough to do the heavy lifting of the current expectations from the newer eyes on the show.

Henren is established and in love and have been married for years, while Buck and Tommy have likely three more seasons (8, 9, and 10) to develop into an established and longterm couple. So why would the network have them split up? Unless it has already been decided with an absolute “Yes”, that Buck and Eddie will get together at some point in s8, and stay together for the remainder of the series. Or one of them (likely Eddie, because again, Buck can no longer be promiscuous) date around yet otherwise stay single for the remaining seasons.

Here's where I am with Buddie.

[CW: I am using the Buddie tag on this post, even though the gist of it is that I'm increasingly doubtful that it'll ever happen. This is NOT an anti-Buddie essay. If you'd rather not read about this topic, please keep scrolling. The bulk of the essay is behind the cut.]

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I've thought a lot about this over the weeks since 7x04 aired. It's not a secret that I'm wildly enthusiastic about the BuckTommy pairing (as are many fans) but what does that mean for my thoughts and opinions about Buddie, a pairing I still love and for which I am still writing fic (slowly but surely…)?

It's become increasingly difficult to reconcile hopes for Buddie with dread for a BuckTommy breakup, but if the show managed to pull off a breakup that did not destroy me, I would still be all in for a Buddie endgame.

But more and more, I don't think it's in the cards, and I'm increasingly okay with that.

First off, I know it's a common assumption that Buck and Tommy have an expiration date, and that it cannot last. That may very well be the case, but…the show is not acting like it, nor are they presenting this arc as if it's short-lived. Episodes 4-6, while also being about other things (especially the amazing Madney wedding plot in 6) were also a bit of a trilogy about Buck discovering his sexuality and taking tentative steps into a relationship with another man. It didn't go…particularly smoothly, but the events of 7x06 where they were concerned had a completely different tone. They had a much more settled vibe in the karaoke club scenes, from Tommy's very boyfriendly "check-in" look before he had to leave, to Buck's casual/distracted "Be safe" (as if he's said this before) and just how they spoke to each other and touched each other was much more comfortable than in the coffee meetup. Which makes me think it's been a few weeks and they've seen each other a few times in the interim.

And then that kiss. Putting aside that it was juxtaposed with a literal wedding kiss, there was nothing uncertain or hesitant about it. It felt like a very arc-capping kiss, coupled with the reveal to the rest of Buck's friends and family, and the clear message was "Okay, they're done 'getting together' now, they are together and will be together going forward, even if we don't see Tommy every episode (much as we don't see Karen every episode)." We know Tommy will be around through the end of S8, if not in every remaining episode. After that, we'll see.

A lot of fans have viewed one of the guys coming out as queer to be a first step towards a Buddie future, but I have to say I've never been super comfortable with that logic. I've always thought that if they were going to get together, or both be revealed to be queer, it would have to be at the same time, with each other, via them getting together. The minute they pulled the trigger on Bisexual Buck, I immediately thought that this made Buddie far less likely. Why?

Because it would mean that the writers/showrunners would be making BOTH their "hot younger firefighter" characters queer…separately. In separate storylines. Distinct from each other. And I just don't see that happening. I'm not saying it SHOULDN'T happen. I'd be over the moon. I'm saying I think that's unlikely.

As much as it pains me to say it, I think Eddie will be written as straight and will continue to be written as straight. I don't disagree with the many examples of queer coding we've all seen - the problem is all of them can be just as easily interpreted as arising from a different trauma. Almost everything we've seen from him that could very legitimately be read as breadcrumbs for a queer identity for him could also be rooted in his trauma over Shannon's death, his family trauma, his PTSD, or his general anxiety over being enough for people. He can be read as having sexuality crises. But he can also be read as having other crises with the same results.

I'm not seeing a sexuality crisis for Eddie in the future. I just don't feel like that's where they're taking him. They're taking him somewhere -- he's got storylines coming up -- but I think they're going to have to do with his family, possibly his friendship with Buck, maybe his relationship (I think we can all agree Marisol isn't going to last, she's like the anti-Tommy in that she's been around way longer but has infinitely less of a presence), and Christopher. That's a lot to deal with just right there. If I'm wrong, I will be delighted to be wrong.

But.

I think the show will continue to prioritize and showcase Buck and Eddie's very deep and emotional friendship, which is revolutionary in its own quiet way. Another thing that makes me think they're setting Tommy up to be a long term love interest is that one of the first things they did with him was affirm that he will not come between Buck and Eddie, give him his own relationship with Eddie and Chris, and have him show that he understands and respects the depth of their bond. Not to mention they've integrated him with the firefam. No other of Buck's love interests have gotten this treatment (Taylor had the most contact with the firefam, but I don't think anyone would say she was integrated, LOL). And it shows how committed they are to maintaining Buck and Eddie's friendship as a key emotional element of the show. Tim has also said this, repeatedly.

People often say that there's no explanation for how Buck and Eddie are with each other if it's not romantic - I read a fantastic essay that pointed out that this statement is the reason their platonic friendship IS so important. Men should be able to be vulnerable and loving with each other without it being romantic, as women can be. If we're unable to see a loving friendship without interpreting it as romantic or sexual, what does that say about the kind of male friendships we see everywhere, that makes this one so different?

I know this is an old anti-Buddie argument and I'm not anti-Buddie nor do I mean it's wrong to see it as romantic. I still do. I'm saying if it's not, if it never is, what it is, is already valuable and special, especially when one of them is now openly queer and dating a man.

Anyway. That's where I am with it, and my interpretation of where the show is with it.

[pokemon-teacology]

Okay so update

Turns out the person who was coming to meet me wasn't an employee of the stadium but Leon himself in the flesh

Great! (Sarcastic)

I thought they were just gonna squeeze me in somewhere with the crowd but nope apparently hop's mother pulled some strings (and by that I mean she made her son pull some strings) and now I'm in a box??? Whilde

This is somehow worse though he's up here trying to make small talk as though we've spoken at all recently aaaaa

For context, we were in the same class in primary school, and we and Sonia and my childhood bestie who will remain unnamed for privacy reasons used to hang out all the time.

But then Leon went on his journey as soon as he was allowed and didn't come to secondary school, and Sonia did the same when she got her yamper right before we were supposed to start secondary school. My other friend was in the year below us, so I moved up to secondary school by myself.

Which is fine! Y'know, I hung out with my best friend when she moved up to our school, then when she set out in her journey at 14 I flittered around friend groups for a while and found some buddies from my class to hang out with. They're now the folks I consider closest to me, y'know? I go to uni with like five of them and I'm living with two fo them this year, so it all worked out in the end.

But I haven't really had a lot of contact with Leon or Sonia since. Sonia at least is very good at keeping touch with people, and we texted a lot those first few years and hung out in the summer. But Leon?? I can maybe see him around Christmas time and on Hop's birthday, if I'm lucky with my timing. I barely ever speak to him, so he knows very little about my life, which is very normal for faded childhood friends that don't speak very much. I've changed a lot from when I was a little kid and I'm sure he has too.

I just kinda wish he wouldn't, like, try to be friendly??? He's fine! He's still really nice. But he asked about my ex and I gave him a very vague answer and I dunno if I want to go through the whole "turns out they were a horrible person and also kinda sorta maybe did or didn't cheat on me depending on who you ask plus they werent nice to anyone and I dunno how I didn't see it except yes I do I was naive and worshipped the ground they walked on despite them being awful for me" thing with him rn.

Y'know what's wierdest about this though?

He somehow remembers the names of all of my Pokémon. Even the newer members like Acacia and Crass. Somehow he knows them all??? I guess his mother grilled him on them or he has a list or something. I'd expect him to remember Chomp, since he's the one I've had for the longest, and Smilliam, since I ran to his house to show hop and drop off his gift from me and my brother on the Christmas that I got him. But I don't think we've spoken a word to each other since that day? Maybe like one or two per year. So it's weird that he knows. I dunno.

What I'm getting at is that this is a very awkward situation. I'm trying my best to be friendly, too, I don't want him to feel as though I'm ungrateful for all of this, becaus ei am very grateful for the opportunity to support my lil buddy. But it's bringing me back to an era of my life that I'm not too happy with.

I'm proud of how I've grown as a person since starting university. I like this to be the person people in my life remember and know. But having someone who's only information on my life comes from when I was a sensitive little kid with undiagnosed autism and a truly impressive social ineptitude is... weird. Especially when he seems to remember it all.

I dunno. I'm probably looking too far into this. I should just enjoy the show.

Speaking of which, it's about to begin, so I'd better quit my oversharing and watch.

I got up early to head to Motostoke, the opening ceremony starts in about an hour as ai'm starting to write this, so Im here a bit earlier than anticipated. I'm not quite sure who's going to meet me here, but I suppose I'll wait around the front of the stadium for now. I have a hot drink so I'm good to wait.

While I'm here, I'll give an update on Flambé and Ralter. We had a talk, a very long one, the other night. I... don't know if I approached it with exactly the right words, at least not at first, but essentially what I did was I sat them down with some tea and acknowledged that their rivalry was inconveniencing all three of us, and the team. I told them that I'd asked some folks and done some research, and I finally figured out why it was that they were always fighting. I told them they didn't need to protect me from anything, much less one another, but that I appreciate their effort and that they care about me, and I want them to feel as though they're performing their self-appointed duty of protection, without it coming in the way of their friendship. Because they used to be really good friends before this rivalry started.

So I've told them my plan to get them into that knight school, and to spend one-on-one time with one another, and that I've got some ideas for when we get back to Paldea for them to practice protectinge together. I let them know that I care about and love them both so so so so much, and that I just want them to be happy. I asked if they had any other ideas of how to do this, because I want them to be comfortable in this process of learning to work together. Ralter had some ideas, and Flambé seemed interested in trying them, so that's what we're gonna do! Things were still... tense between them throughout the conversation, and we did have to pause a few times to calm down a starting argument, but we managed to get it done in the end, and we cuddled on the couch afterwards until bed time :)

So I think things went well??? It's a rocky start but it's a start.

Anyway, I'm supposed to meet this person about now, so I'm gonna head in and I'll update when I'm where I'm meant to be.

[thefanficmonster]

Faux Innocence

Corpse Husband x Reader (Female)

Warnings: None

Genre: FLUFF, Humor, RPF (Real Person Fic)

Summary: Having the reputation of the innocent angel in the group, one could never imagine Y/N being such a badass impostor and expert liar but here they have found themselves fooled by the angel who wears that halo just for show.

Requested by @kpopgirlbtssvt Hello hun! Here’s the other request you sent me, I’m really sorry it’s been so long and you’ve had to endure such a long wait until it’s posted but here it finally is and I hope you enjoy the read! Love, Vy ❤

“They’ll be done for in no time! Right, babe?“ I stick my foot out to the side, nudging Corpse’s leg.

There most certainly are pros and cons when it comes to sharing a gaming/streaming/recording room with me, and the whether the constant pestering is a good or a bad thing is still up in the air. I mean, yeah Corpse rolls his eyes every now when I do it, but I’ve also caught him smiling about it out of the corner of my eye. Bottom line, I do it to invite that almost childishly mischievous smirk on his face. That’s the ultimate reward.

And ok, yes, I’m also the one trying to peek over the barrier separating out computers to peek at his screen to see if he’s impostor or not, but he tolerates that bad habit of mine. Well, he sprays water my way or gently whacks me with a pillow, but I consider that toleration. It’s a playful little dynamic we have going on, one we don’t have to perform today since we’re impostors together.

I cannot recall a time that has happened before. In fact, I can say I’ve been paired up as impostors with everyone but Corpse. I personally think it’s a practical joke the game’s algorithm is pulling on us, seeing as how we’ve been dating for quite some time now. I mean, that’s the only way to explain this coincidence of never being impostors together.

Looking at the subject now, it may be hella beneficial for us considering no one would suspect us both to be impostors together. Everyone is in on this ‘misfortune’ of ours and it’s honestly hilarious but Corpse and I are about to rip them a new one, I just know it.

“Oh, definitely! I’m the risky half, but they’ll never suspect you so we’re 100% winning this.“ He replies, sending a wink my way. He’s vaguely surprised when I return it with a narrow-eyed look.

“What’s that supposed to mean ‘they’ll never suspect you‘? I’m a great impostor! Is that you questioning my skills I’m hearing?“ I raise an eyebrow, turning my attention back to the screen which displays Corpse and I alone in Electrical, pretending to be doing tasks and waiting on our first victims.

“No! No, not at all. Far from it. It’s just that you are...well, you know...you are you. No one would think you’re the one dishing out all these tactical kills. You always seem relatively interested in the game only to have fun and not to win and....“

“Look sweet and innocent.“ I cut him off, finishing his sentence, “Yeah, yeah, I get your theory.“ Suddenly, I hear Rae’s chipper voice approaching, talking to her chat, I’m assuming. This gives me a rather...interesting idea. With that in mind, I give Corpse a side-glance and a devilish smirk that’s promising trouble, “Let’s test it out, shall we?“

“Wha-?!“ Before Corpse can even say his question fully, Rae wanders into the room, cutting him off with a question of her own.

“Test what out?“ She asks, coming to stand between us, doing her own task.

I’m so sorry, Rae

Before anyone could fathom it, I swiftly kill Rae and report her body, all seemingly in the blink of an eye. Corpse hasn’t even fathomed half of this insanity when he hears an accusation being thrown right at him.

“Corpse, how could you?!“ I cry out, and damn - not to toot my own horn or anything - but I’m pulling off the ‘distressed friend-witness‘ act quite well. I bet Corpse would give me an impressed look or mouth ‘minx’ at me if he wasn’t staring at his screen with his mouth agape. “You were planning to blame it on me weren’t you?!“

“Wait...no! That’s not-It wasn’t me! I swear it wasn’t me!“ He finally finds his voice, croaking out desperate defenses, each cut off by a wheeze of something alike shocked laughter that almost gets me to break out in a fit of my own.

“Very convincing, buddy. He’s definitely innocent, you guys...“ Toast comments just as the ‘VOTED‘ sticker pops up above the icon of his avatar in the meeting.

“Right? How could you even think otherwise?“ Leslie backs him up, the sticker appearing on her icon as well.

“Guys! No, for real, it’s Y/N! I swear on Bingus it’s Y/N!“ He probably should’ve used something more convincing, not that it would’ve worked either way. I’m a ‘trustworthy‘, ‘innocent‘ and ‘honest‘ person, just like Corpse said. Aren’t I?

Mere seconds later, he’s shot off the ship, the screen confirming he indeed was an impostor, automatically getting the blame off me cause no impostor would be dumb enough to out their partner like that, lowering their chances at victory. I don’t consider that a dumb move though - I think it’s rather genius, actually. 

“Don’t worry, Corpsie.“ I give him a wink in return to his death glare, his arms crossed over his chest, looking quite unamused. “I’m winning this one for you.“

We both know I can and I will. Of course I can when I’m given the advantage of faux innocence everyone falls for - in more ways than one, if you know what I’m saying *wink* *wink*

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