#but once i get it all down oooh i think it’ll be pretty sick

[mayordeas-clone]

killing the burnout via convoluted multi character ensemble poster. i swear this will work PLEASEEEE!!!

[nightowlfandom]

Billy Loomis And Stu Macher x Reader- Our Favorite Girl (Slight gore warning)

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...(Trigger warning, stabby stab)

“Hey newbie!” 

You looked up from your textbook to find Stu Macher prancing up to you. With a polite smile, you greeted him.

“Hi Stuart.” you said. “How are you?”

“Hey! I said you didn’t have to be so ‘oooh hi Stuart I’m so prim and proper.’ “ he laughed out loud. “We’re friends aren’t we?” 

“I guess so.” you laughed nervously. “ Um...what’s up?”

“I’m havin’ a party and you’re coming!”

“Parties?” You frowned. “I-uh...” you wanted to reject the idea. You hated parties and your parents would probably blow a fuse if they knew what was going on around town. ‘Stuart, I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

“Why not, kitten?” he winked. “Afraid to be seen with little ol’ me?” there was a darkness behind his words that you couldn’t ignore. “Don’t like being out after dark?”

“I’m not the partying type is all.” you shrugged. “If you hadn’t noticed, I’m not the most popular person around here.” you stared down at your shoes. “I just don’t wanna ruin your party. I’m the last person you wanna be seen with.”

“It’d make me real happy, kitten.” he stepped forward and slipped his fingertips under your chin and made you look up. “Please? Just for a few minutes.”

Call it weakness, but you couldn’t say no to him.

“Okay.” you smiled lightly. “I’ll go”

“Great! Don’t worry, it’ll be super memorable.” he winked as he skipped off. 

Later on, you were walking to your locker only to bump into Adam. Typical bully. “Hey Y/N. Heard you were going to Macher’s party tonight...you gonna wear a dress for me?”

“No.” you answered curtly. “It’s amazing how you don’t seem to have anything better to do other than shove your nose into my business.” you hugged your books to your chest. “Can I go now?.”

“Hey...is there a problem?” you turned around to find Billy Loomis stalking up to you. You had seem him a handful of times but never actually talked to him before. “You...where do I know you from?”

“I sit behind you in English. We had a project together once.” you replied sheepishly. “Stuart forces me to sit between him and his girlfriend at lunch when they’re fighting. You talk to me from time to time...”

“Stuart...” he raised an eyebrow. “You mean Stu?”

“mhm! You probably don’t remember me because I never reply...” you nodded. 

“You goin’ to his party or somethin’?”

“He asked me to go.” you trailed off. “You’re going too, right?”

“ Why? Excited to meet me there?”“ he smirked, totally ignoring Adam at this point. 

“I mean...” you stared down at your books. “I was hoping someone I’d know would be there.”

Billy raised an eyebrow at you. You gave off a shy aura and for some reason he was into that. He and Stu had been planning a massacre, and they were gonna blame that damned Sydney Prescott. It was the perfect crime. 

“Hm...I’ll see you there.” he winked at you, then sent a death-bringing glare at Adam. “Problem, handsome?” he sneered as he passed the athlete.

... at the party

“Not even three hours in and I have to hide...” you cursed yourself out. “Damn asshole...!” 

Adam was informed that you had arrived and was looking for you, shit!

You ran into the kitchen, losing your breath. “Billy?” 

The suspect in question whipped around. Billy was holding what you assumed was the house phone and instantly hung it up. “Hey...”

“Am I glad to see you.” you sighed.

“Somethin wrong?” 

Billy was in the middle of executing his plan, but for some reason he couldn’t help but want to talk to you. 

“Adam is looking for me.” you sighed. “Could I...stay here with you? Please?”

Billy smiled, darting out his tongue to run across his bottom lip. You were absolutely adorable. “I have a better idea.” he smirked, walking up to you. “Why don’t we send him a little message?”

“You have a girlfriend.” you put a hand on Billy’s chest. “I c-can’t.”

“Not anymore...she dumped me for Randy.” he tusked. ”Figures right?”

“Well...that’s her fault...you’re pretty cool.” you bit your lip.

“So...” Billy tilted your head up towards you. “Let me-”...he gently kissed your lips. While it felt wrong, you melted into him. He held the side of your face in his hand. Sidney wasn’t your friend, not by a longshot, but you still respected her. The fact that Billy was so willing to kiss you, like this.

“For once...stop worrying about other people.” he mumbled against your lips. “Just live in the moment...shit I know what I want...you know what you want...so act on it damnit.”

“Are we still talking about getting Adam off me back or-”

“Shush...don’t think.”

“Kinda hard to when your girlfriend is in the other room”

“Shut up.” he shushed you, tightening his arms around you. You kissed him back with just as much urgency. How would the others react, seeing this...seeing you. Billy backed you up against the counter. Before it could get any farther, you both heard screaming, girlish screaming. 

“What the hell was that?” you asked, feeling your heart race.

“Stay here.” Billy ran in the direction of the noise, leaving you to stand there in terror.

You could hear screams and cries for help, followed by what sounded like gleeful laughter. You were left frozen in place as a man with a mask on his face kicked open the kitchen door. 

You immediately braced yourself with a kitchen knife.

“Stay back!” you warned. “I will cut you!”

“Easy kitten, I’m not gonna kill ya.”

Call it ignorance. Call it instinct, but there was something familiar about the way this stranger spoke to you.

“What did you just say?” you dared ask this man. “Did you just call me kitten?”

“You’re naive, childish...and adorable...like a little kitty cat.” the way he laughed under the mask led you to believe he was laughing with his tongue stuck out.

There was only one person that you knew who spoke like that. You slowly lowered the knife and walked up to him cautiously. The figure didn’t move in the slightest. You were standing toe to toe with him. 

You cautiously raised the mask only revealing the bottom half of the strangers face...only they weren’t a stranger.

“Stu.” you concluded.

“....You said my name.” he flirted.

“Care to explain?”

“In a bit...got something to take care of.” he straightened his mask again before disappearing again.

It was only less than a minute before Stu came quite literally crawling back into the kitchen.

Stu doubled over, holding his stomach as you rushed over to his side. “Stu?” you put a hand on his forehead. “Stu, please don’t be dead!” you winced. “It’s okay, you’re okay.” That damn Sidney...she must have had something to do with this.

“Y/N...it hurts.” Stu moaned in pain. “Hold me?” 

You wasted no time in gathering him to the best of your abilities. He rested his head in your knee. You hummed thoughtfully, shushing him while you used his sweater to apply pressure to his stab wound.

“Y/N, are you sure you aren’t an angel?” He shamelessly flirted, smiling through his pain.

“No, I’m not.” you giggled. ”Save your energy.”

“I’d have more if you just gave me those lips of yours...” he winked. Just to shut him up, you kissed his forehead. 

“Not what I meant, but works for me.”

 As you chided the poor boy, Sydney ran into the kitchen, screaming at the top of her lungs while Billy also wounded stumbled behind. 

“Billy??” you gasped in horror. Seeing you must have caused him to loose his footing, because he slowed his movements. You laid Stu on his back and urged him keep his sweater over his wound. 

You scrambled to your feet, eyeing Sidney with a glare no one had ever seen you wear.

“Y/N! You’ve got to believe me! They’ve been the ones doing this.”

“I find that really hard to believe that when you were just standing over Stu with a bloody knife.” you seethed. “Your own boyfriend? Really?” you dared step closer.

“Y/N! They’re manipulating you!” she began crying. “You have to see it!” She was obviously hysterical.

“Then give me the knife.” you faked calm, cautiously stepping towards her. “Give me the knife...and we can-” you stopped yourself. You looked over at Billy, praying he wouldn’t be mad. “We’ll call the cops.” you you held your hand out.

“WHAT?” Billy seethed. You avoided his gaze. Hopefully he wouldn’t sense your fear. 

“Trust me...” you said, just barely above a whisper. You were mostly talking to Billy, but had to make it look like it was directed at her. “We can get out of this...”

Sidney (very stupidly) outstretched her hand, the one that was holding the knife. Once it was within your reach, you grabbed her wrist, and grabbed the blade with your free hand, throwing it to the side. You tackled to to the floor and held her down.

“Crazy bitch.” you mumbled. She began thrashing, and screaming bloody murder. You were eventually able to get the best of her. “Whoever is the least dead...COPS...NOW!” You struggled as Sidney screamed. “This bitch is out of her mind!.”

“I have a better idea.” A seemingly fine, and now very much not dead Stu rose to his feet, a sick smile plastered on his face. The knife had slid over to him and you hadn’t even realized. You were too focused on keeping Sidney on the floor.

Suddenly you were yanked back into Billy’s arms as a sharp object came down from above, plunging through Sidney’s chest. 

“Oh my god!” you buried your head into Billy’s shirt, trying to block out the terrible sounds you heard the terrible sounds of skin ripping. 

“Shhh it’s over babe.” He shushed you. “It’s okay.” he stroked your hair with his bloody hand. Stu laughed manically as he wiped the sweat off his face. 

“Some party huh.” Stu cackled. He wasted no time in sandwiching you between himself and Billy.

“You had us thinking you’d betray us, Kitten.” Stu dug his head into your shoulder.

“Y/N would never do that to us...she’s our good girl.”

“You guys are-”

“Absolutely.”

“And this party was-”

“Smart girl.”

“And now that you know our little secret, we’re never letting you go, kitten!” Stu laughed. 

“And if you tell anyone, we’ll have no choice but to take you down with us...but you won’t do that to us, will you?” Billy asked, nuzzling his head into your neck.

[finchleaf]

howdy! sorry i've been away for so long; i've been visiting family here in turkey but i'm gonna try to start this blog back up :) for now it'll mostly be journal pics

24th july - would you prefer your summer to be shorter or longer?

honestly? maybe a bit shorter. i feel like the days tend to blur together during summer break and not having school to focus on seems to make my mental health even worse :/ anyways! i'm very excited for senior year as you can tell haha

answering the rest down below!

1st July - What are your plans for this summer?

lots of traveling, working as a camp counselor in august, makin some sweet sweet money to save up for college, playing the new sims expansion pack (!!), and hanging out with friends as much as possible before schoolwork begins to bury me alive again :)

2nd July - Do you have a specific goal for this summer?

i want to study really well for my sat in late august!! (i’ve already made some great progress) also i want to get a lot of college app stuff out of the way (write some more practice essays bc i don’t like my current one, get my letters of rec in place, figure out my major, etc)

3rd July - Do you have a lot of work to do for school, university or your job this summer?

ooo ok we have to read a book and write an assignment for it for ap lit this year (except i think we start that once we get back to school?). also i need to do a bunch of summer hw for ap calc, but that’s pretty much it! and then i have a job for 2 weeks in august (as mentioned above hehe)

4th July - What is the most important task that you need to complete this summer?

probably college app stuff ahhh don’t want to even think about it anymore

5th July -  Do you have any special plans or activities for this summer?

traveling to turkey to see my family!! staying in a couple of villas (there’s a lot of us!) and then my grandma’s old summer apartment for ~5 days

6th July - What do you usually do during the summer? Is anything different this year?

going to turkey! a lifelong tradition since i was a lil baby :) last year we couldn’t go so this year’s extra special. also my first time doin a summer job!!

7th July - What did you do during the summer when you were a young child?

^^^ same as above haha

8th July - What’s your happiest summer memory from your childhood?

ooh probably one of the many from my grandma’s little summer apartment here. i have an 11 yo cousin so we share a lot of memories like running to buy our anneanne her newspaper in the convenience store downstairs, finding fish underwater at the local beach, staying up late gorging on magnum ice cream bars :)

9th July - Do you usually go on vacation during the summer?

yup

10th July - What is the best vacation you have ever been on? (note: doesn’t have to be a summer vacation)

oooh one time after flying into istanbul to stay with aforementioned cousin and my aunt, we all traveled to london for about a week! i loved that so so much, we never could really afford to go anywhere else for vacation so that was super memorable for me.

11th July - What is your favourite vacation memory?

swimming with my family in oludeniz, (called “blue lagoon”) a super pretty beach area. we swam to a little island and then jumped off its cliff :)))

12th July - What is the worst vacation you have ever been on?

oh god ok vomit tw for this one but one time my aunt, cousin, mom, and i traveled back to istanbul after staying at my grandma’s in ayvalik and we had to take a boat for a couple of hours. everyone on the boat (and it was a big one) for some reason started vomiting everywhere. i was i think the only one who wasn’t sick so it was hell haha

13th July - What is your dream vacation?

like a month-long roadtrip around france!!!! i’ve wanted to go there since i was in elementary school

14th July - Would you rather stay in one resort for a month or travel across the country for one month?

definitely travel cross country omg

15th July - Are there any special events for you in the summer? (for example, birthdays, festivals, etc.)

bayram!! bayram is sick you get money for kissing the older people in your family sjfdsjj

16th July - Do you have any summer traditions?

renting a villa with the entire family!

17th July - What is your typical daily routine in the summer?

at home, i usually wake up anywhere from 7am to 10am, take my dog for 2+ walks, read a ton, and avoid work ;)

18th July -  How do you stay motivated during the summer? (for example, to study)

it’s pretty tough! i’m hoping to study daily in my town’s library for my sat once i get back home in august. i think that’ll be pretty handy!

19th July - Do you stay indoors or outdoors more in the summer?

oh outdoors there’s no ac here so we’re constantly heading over to the beach

but at home in the us, probably indoors

20th July - Are you a ‘summer person’?

nOOOOOO i love any season/month that allows me to wear sweaters and pants, so obviously i’m not a big fan of summer

21st July - What is an unpopular opinion that you have about summer?

oh hm i’m not sure... most of the women in my family always wear bikinis when we go to the beach and i just really hate them? idk haha

also i think summer camps are kinda weird but that’s probably because i never went to one as a kid

22nd July - What does summer feel like where you live?

rather cool in the later afternoon. i also love how it smells there-- lots of freshly-cut lawns, grills constantly being used, the hydrangeas in our backyard

23rd July - Would you prefer summer to be hotter or colder than it usually is for you?

oh huh it can get reaaally hot midday so it would be nice if it was a bit cooler 

[janetbrown711]

“If we get caught I’m blaming you” dot Wakko

Dot liked Doctor Scratchnsniff.

He was very nice, and even when not in a session, he was always willing to lend a helping hand and talk to her. Plus, he helped her with her "PTSD" he called it, though she knew it more as her nightmares and chest pains. They weren't exactly gone yet, but they were far less often as they used to be (she used to not be able to not sleep without her parents but now she was doing pretty good).

She knew her brothers didn't feel the same, but she had a feeling they'd warm up eventually. After all, it was undeniable the stuff he did with her helped her feel better with time. Sure- she wasn't exactly cured, but he said it would take time and she believed him.

However, that didn't mean she told him everything- especially if she wasn't sure if it even was a problem.

The problem was Max.

Dot hadn't ever seen him since the party, but for a while, it was all Yakko talked about. Her parents and Scratchnsniff said it'd slow with time, but it was easy to say it didn't. Yakko was... almost unrecognizable with how much he focused on Max. He never talked to her or Wakko about anything other than him. There was something about him that was just... better than them. Yakko described him as a "good different". Did that mean they were a "bad different"? Yakko used to swear and promise he'd die for them and protect them against their grandmother at all costs- but if Max had always been in the picture would that be the same? Was Max really that much better than them? Heck, Yakko basically admitted he didn't think they were friends...

That was why she was willing to team up with Wakko. She didn't like feeling like that, and if she could get rid of Max things could go back to how they were before. Except without their grandmother too.

Once Yakko returned from his day trip in Disneyland it was soon thereafter announced that Max and his father would be visiting Warnerstock within 2 weeks, so Wakko and Dot quickly began to plan ways to sabotage the two as much as they could.

With Wakko intercepting most of Yakko's and Max's letters to each other, they were able to figure out a game plan. They knew Yakko and Max would mostly be hanging out in the study, but that they'd then be eating lunch (something that they used to do as a family, but Yakko clearly didn't mind dropping that for him).

In preparation, they stole backup keys to the cupboard where all the spices were kept, and to the cleaning supply storage room, and they also stole many buckets of waters from the maids who were too busy to notice two children dragging their buckets away (they only told half empty ones because if they were full they were too heavy).

What they planned to do was set a few buckets of water over doorways so when they stepped through, they'd get soaked. Wakko wanted to make it hot and soapy water, but that was a little too hard to figure out and they already knew it'd be a challenge to get them up there. They also planned to put spicy powders on the handles of the doors to the study so that if they ever touched their face they'd get a painful reaction (something Wakko had experienced numerous times). They also planned to improvise throughout the day, but they'd need to see how things go with Yakko and Max at that point. Who knows? Maybe Max would realize they don't want him and that he should just leave and never come back.

Finally, the day arrived.

Wakko and Dot figured it was best to play along until the boys broke off, and then they'd set the buckets up. However, they still put the powder on the door knobs, figuring that one could take awhile before either realize.

Good thing the two of them had years of pretending to be good little children for their grandmother, otherwise it would've been harder to be "on their best behavior" for their guest.

"Goofy, Max, it's such a pleasure to welcome you two into our home," Lena said as she greeted the guests.

"It's a pleasure to be here. And might I say, you have a lovely home," The king gave an over the top bow and had a big smile on his face. Wakko and Dot exchanged a look.

"Yeah, it's nice," Max said, clearly embarrassed by his dad's antics. Lena laughed.

"Thank you," She nodded at him. "Goofy, these are my children and husband, William. Yakko you know, then there's Wakko and Dot," Lena gestured to each of them. They all bowed when their name was spoken.

"Well it's a pleasure to meet ya too," He bowed again. Max and Yakko shared a look too.

"Uh... Mom? Can Max and I..?" Yakko silently asked her. Lena nodded.

"You two are free to go while we sort out some more business. You two can go as well if you want," Lena said to Dot and Wakko. Gladly, the children all left the throne room, with Yakko and Max heading off to the study, but Wakko and Dot dashing into another hallway so they'd believed they were safe and by themselves before they could begin stalking and prepping the buckets.

"I hate him... and his dad. They're dumb," Wakko scoffed, once they knew they were out of ear shot.

Well... that was a little rude.

"I dunno, he seemed nice," Dot shrugged, peeking around the corner to find Max and Yakko laughing.

"Please, Prince Snooty couldn't even say hi to us," Wakko rolled his eyes before looking at what Dot was looking at and scowling.

"Remember: He's just here to take Yakko away from us, just like grandmum," He reminded her.

"Right. We have to stop them no matter what," Dot agreed. The pair continued to spy on the two until Yakko and Max disappeared down the hallway.

"C'mon, we have buckets to set up," Wakko said, and they headed off to set up their pranks.

After grabbing the buckets needed, it occurred to Wakko and Dot that they were rather short to attempt to place them atop the door, even if she stood on his shoulders. So they went to the nearest room with chairs and dragged one over, and Wakko stood on that, and Dot atop his shoulders.

As Wakko passed her the bucket though, she nearly dropped it.

"If we get caught, I'm blaming you," Wakko panicked, checking their surroundings. Dot blushed, deeply embarrassed, before trying again.

Luckily, she managed not to drop or spill any water, and soon enough they successfully got it atop the doorway Yakko and Max would have to go through.

Now all they had to do was wait.

Dot sat on the stairs next to the study, but Wakko continued on, much to Dot's confusion.

"Where are you going?" Dot asked.

"I'm going to find mom. I don't wanna stay here to wait," Wakko said.

"And sit through a boring meeting?" Dot tilted her head.

"Mom thinks I'm useful in meetings," Wakko crossed his arms.

Struck a nerve there...

"You can stay- whatever. I'm sure we'll hear their screams soon enough," Wakko said, and he walked away, leaving her alone.

Was hanging out with Dot really worse than a boring meeting? Was Dot really becoming uninteresting?

Was this what her grandmother meant when she said unladylike behavior was "unbecoming"? Was she right about her all along..?

"Dot? Is that you?" A familiar accented voice spoke. She looked behind her to find none other than Doctor Scratchnsniff. She hushed him, but scooted to the side to allow him to sit next to her.

"What's going on?" He said in a hushed tone, taking her invitation and sitting next to her.

"Yakko's hanging out with a prince and me and Wakko set up a prank," Dot said, confident she could trust the good doctor.

"A prank? What kind?" He asked.

"We put buckets of water on the doors so when they try to leave they get soaked, and we put chili powder on the door handles so if they touch their face it'll burn and they'll hurt really bad," Dot grinned.

"That's a little mean, no?" He said. Dot glanced at him.

"N-no. He deserves it. He's trying to take Yakko away," She said.

"What makes you say that?" He asked softly. Dot's tail twitched nervously as she thought.

"W-well... Yakko used to always promise that everything would be okay if we stayed together... and he promised that when we came home we'd be a big happy family but now all he wants to do is hang out with Max and talk about Max and be with Max," Dot folded her arms and rested on her knees.

"And that makes you feel..?" He inquired.

"Like-... Like I don't matter to him anymore... like he's sick of me..." Dot confessed with a sigh.

"I'm not annoying, am I?" She turned to the doctor.

"Of course not. You're very witty and fun to be around," He comforted her. "Does that thought, by chance, have anything to do with your grandmother?"

He always knew when something was related to the old queen, even without mentioning her name once.

"Yeah," Dot admitted.

"Remember, you're a lot more than what your grandmother thought. Remember those positive affirmations we went through," He said.

"The ''I'm home, I'm safe?" Dot tilted her head.

"No, those are the grounding ones. These are your self-affirmations: You are kind, you are brave, and you are loved. Remember?" He said.

"Oooh, right!" Dot recalled, taking a deep breath and closing her eyes. "I am kind. I am brave. I am loved."

"Very good Dot," Scratchnsniff smiled. Dot smiled too.

"Now... I know you may not want to yet, but I think it best you give this Max a shot before pushing him away. While Yakko shouldn't be pushing you away, it's clear this boy means a lot to him and it would probably mean a lot to him if you liked him too, ya?" Scratchnsniff said, standing up.

Dot thought for a minute.

"Okay... I'll... give him a shot," She sighed.

"Good," He patted her head softly, but she quickly stood and gave him a hug.

"You're really nice," she said. He laughed a little.

"Thank you, Dot. You're really nice too," He said back, before she broke the hug and he continued on his way.

Dot continued waiting on the stairs for quite a while, before (out of boredom) she decided it might be interesting/fun to listen in on whatever it was Yakko and Max were talking about. Quickly and quietly she crept to the doors, carefully not to touch it so as not to knock over the bucket of water, and began to eavesdrop.

"Yeah, I'd imagine having siblings is different from 'not even blood related 'cousins.' Must be nice," Max said.

Yakko laughed. "Yeah, though Wakko and Dot can be just as chaotic. Still, they have their moments and I'd still do anything for them."

"They must not like strangers though, huh?" Max sighed, and Dot felt a pang of guilt.

"No, not really... They're so used to only being able to rely on our family, it's hard for them to branch out-- especially Wakko. Grandma really messed us up."

"She must've really, really sucked, huh?" Max half -oked.

"Yeah..." Yakko half-chuckled.

A pause.

"I wish we had known sooner- I'm sure my dad or Uncle Mickey or Donald would've done something. They hate people like that- can't stand child abuse," Max swore.

"I don't know how much could've been done, but... thanks. I really appreciate it- but know you being here... it's enough. Really," Yakko reassured.

Another pause.

"Wait, don't touch my face- there was powder on the door handles when we went in," Max said.

Dang it, they were caught.

"What? Seriously?!" Yakko groaned. "I'm sorry- they're usually much better than this. How did you know?"

"I'm used to prank wars from Huey, Dewey, and Louie. Trust me- this is tame compared to the stuff they'd pull," Max chuckled. "Oh, and there's a bucket of water on the door. We're stuck until someone notices and removes it or else we'll be soaked."

Double dang it, they were caught again.

Yakko chuckled.

"Your sibs don't sound half bad- other than the clear hostility, but I guess with how much of a nightmare your guy's lives have been so far I can see why," Max said. "Just wish I could fix it somehow."

Dot once again felt guilty.

"Me too... you're... well... you know... important to me," Yakko said.

Dot decided she couldn't listen to it anymore. Instead, she went and got the chair out again and began trying to remove the bucket as best she could. However, being several inches shorter now that she wasn't on Wakko's shoulders, she failed, and the bucket fell, soaking her in cold water that caused her to yelp and fall off the chair onto the floor.

Knowing she couldn't stay lest she be caught, she bolted away as fast as she could, ignoring the throb in her head from where the bucket hit her.

however, she was caught by her father, who had heard the loud crash, and went to investigate.

"Dot? What's the matter- why are you soaking wet?" William asked. Dot pondering lying, but realized Max and Yakko already knew what was happening so she may as well.

"Welllllllll, I didn't like Max so I wanted to prank him with water and chili powder, but that failed and now I'm soaking wet," Dot confessed.

"Dot, I thought we told you to be on your best behavior while we had guests over," William sighed. "C'mon, let's get you cleaned up."

"I know, dad. I'm sorry," Dot apologized, glad he believed she did it alone. She didn't want Wakko to get into trouble.

"It's fine- so long as you learned your lesson," William said. "Pranks like that aren't very nice- especially to Max because he doesn't have a change of clothes. Imagine how it'd feel if you had to stay like that all day," William said.

That was a good point... these pranks were mean, just like Scratchnsniff said.

Eventually, they made it to her room and she changed into a clean and dry dress, and William helped dry off her fur and brushed it back to perfection, tying her ears back with her favorite yellow flower ponytail.

"Much better," He smiled at her through the mirror. Dot smiled back.

"However... I think it's probably best you stay with us for the rest of the meeting as a fair punishment," William said. Dot wanted to fight it, but alas, she knew he was right. She nodded, accepting her fate.

As she walked back with her father to the boring meeting she was now going to join apparently, she couldn't help but feel guilty. Max really didn't deserve any of the dirty looks or hostility she and Wakko had been giving him- he seemed really nice. Plus, he was important to Yakko. While it sucked that he wasn't hanging out with her as much, it didn't mean she was unlovable or annoying. It was wrong to take all that out on Max.

Now all she had to do was convince Wakko of the same.

.o0o.

The boring meeting thankfully didn't last much longer, and Dot was able to meet up with Wakko once again, who naturally had a lot of questions. However, they both decided it was best to go into the playroom, away from the other adults, to continue their conversation.

"What happened? I heard a crash but I don't see Yakko and Max- were you wearing that earlier?" Wakko tilted his head.

"It didn't work- Max apparently lives with really good prankers and what we did is considered 'tame'," Dot shrugged.

"Seriously? Ughhhh," Wakko groaned. "I guess that means we'll have to seriously step up our game..." he stroked his chin.

"Wait- maybe... maybe we shouldn't," Dot said. Wakko raised an eyebrow.

"But Max is taking Yakko away from us. We have to stop him," Wakko crossed his arms.

"I don't think he is... he seems really nice," Dot bit her lip.

"What? Are you insane?" Wakko accused.

"I'm not insane. Those pranks were mean and could've ended badly. Max seems nice- he says he wants us to trust him but doesn't know how," Dot defended herself.

"Then he should leave us alone and never come back! I don't want him here! He doesn't belong here," He growled.

"Wakko, stop. Yakko really seems to care about him, don't you think we should give him a chance?" She argued.

"Yakko is our brother. He said he'd never abandon us, but now he is and it's because of him. I have to stop him to make Yakko come back to his senses," He put his foot down.

"Just because he has a friend doesn't mean he doesn't care about us. Doctor Scratchnsniff said-"

"Of course you talked to him," he shook his head. Dot looked down in shame. She knew he didn't really like him, though she really didn't understand why.

"He just said-"

"I don't care what he said! I don't like Max! I will never like Max! He's taking Yakko away and if I'm the only one who sees it, I don't care. Leave me alone," He spat.

"Wakko-"

"I said leave me alone!" He growled at her. Dot stepped back, before realizing it was probably best she listen and leave him alone. She quickly left the room.

Once out, she sighed. Hopefully, she could change his mind before he did anything drastic... for now, she'd just have to wait.

Hopefully, it wouldn't be too long, for Max's sake.

Goodness knows where Wakko would go to next if painful chili powder was level one.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 The End

[amelinksanatomy]

Could you do like an (intentional) amelinkI home/water birth? Like it’s during COVID and Amelia doesn’t want to risk going to the hospital

Safe At Home

A/N: Thank you for the prompt! This is set as if Scout was born during the pandemic. Enjoy! I hope this is what you were looking for!

"Please." Amelia pouts across the couch at her boyfriend, "I need to do this."

"Amelia, you know I love you and you know all I want is for you to feel as comfortable as you can but I just... I don't think it's a good idea."

"Why not?" Amelia asks, resting a hand on the top of her large bump, "Because what if something goes wrong, Amelia? What if there's a complication while you're giving birth?"

Amelia sniggers, "There's obviously going to be an OB here."

Carefully and slowly, Amelia scoots herself across the couch to sit next to Link. She leans back into him, resting her head on his shoulder. Amelia takes hold of his hand, bringing it up to her belly and pressing it against where she was feeling soft kicks.

"Link, the hospital is not safe right now. People are getting sick and dying at a rapid pace. The hospital is so not safe right now that Bailey insisted you and I start our leave 4 weeks earlier than we had planned." Amelia holds her hand over Links, "This baby is healthy. I am growing a healthy baby and I need him to stay that way."

"He's going to Ames. He is going to be fine and so are you and so am I." Link kisses her head gently.

"Link, I am not risking it. I am having this baby here, at home, where it's safe." Amelia says sternly, hoisting herself up off the couch and walking over to the kitchen, "Oh! And, I want a water birth."

"What?" Link's eyebrows furrow in shock, watching as his heavily pregnant girlfriend calmly grab a snack from the fridge and start to wander back over.

"What? We can put a blow up birthing pool in here, no where else in the apartment would get messy or gross. I can't have drugs anyway so that's not an issue with the water, which, will help ease the pain of pushing out your baby. There will be an OB here, I already talked to Carina about it and she said she will be available for us whenever I go into labor. It'll be great." Amelia smiles as she sits back down next to him, attempting to convince him.

"You've really thought about this, huh?" Link laughs, "Listen, Ames... If this is what you really want, if this is what's going to make you feel safe while giving birth then I guess I'll go along with it."

"Really?" Amelia smiles toothily, holding a hand under her bump as she bounces in her seat to face him.

"Of course. Does it worry me a little? Absolutely it does. But, I know this is going to be hard for you and I want you to be as comfortable as you possibly can be so, if that means giving birth in a pool in our living room then, I will support it."

"Thank you. I really do appreciate it. I love you." Amelia smiles as she leans in, kissing him softly, "I love you, more."

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After weeks of planning, buying everything they would need online and various doubts from Link; Amelia had gone into labor.

At first, Amelia was labouring with just Link. She'd been in various positions around the apartment. But once her water broke, Link had called Carina who, just as she said, made herself available to come over and help them through the rest. While on the phone, Carina had suggested that Link begin setting up the birthing pool since they often take a while to fill.

While Link was setting things up and Carina was on her way over, Amelia's contractions began ramping up. They were becoming more painful by the second as they started getting closer together. She had taken to kneeling on the floor, elbows propped up on the couch as she breathed through the pain. Carina took a lot longer than expected to get to the apartment so, by the time she did, the birthing pool was completely full.

"Alright Amelia, I'm going to need you lay back and spread your legs so I can check how dilated you are." Carina instructs, being her usual upbeat self.

Amelia does as asked, slowly lowering herself to a laying position on the couch and spreading her legs to allow Carina to begin her pelvic exam.

"Okay, things seem to be moving along pretty quickly. You're already at 9cm Amelia so, I'm gonna set things up and you should get yourself settled in the water." Carina says as she pulls off her gloves, surprise in her voice at Amelia's fast progression.

Amelia looks over at Link. He can sense the fear, he can see it in her eyes. As Carina goes to prep her equipment, Link jumps up and makes his way over to Amelia. She was already in her bathing suit top and was sat up on the couch, rubbing her hands in circles around her bump, continuing to breath heavily.

"Ames, it's gonna be okay, I promise." Link smiles, offering out his hands to help her up slowly.

"What if something goes wrong? We're at home. I'm about to give birth in our living room Link, what if something goes wrong." Amelia's eyes begin tearing up as all her fears come flooding back.

Link kisses her head gently, running his hands up and down her sides to offer some comfort, "Babe, look at me... I promise, everything is going to be okay. Carina has a huge amount of equipment with her and she is the best OB we could have here. Nothing is going to go wrong. You are safe, he is safe, right here, at home."

After Amelia recovered from another sharply painful contraction, Link helped her to slowly lower herself into the warm water. She was sat and leaning against the side of the blow up pool, her arms were folded up out of the water so she could grip Link's hands tightly as she moaned through contractions. She suddenly leant her head back against his body, looking up at him and whispering.

"DeLuca!" Link called out to the kitchen causing Carina to appear around the corner, "She says she's ready to push."

"Mhm I can feel him. He wants out." Amelia says through clenched teeth, "I am not ready at all but... oooh- he definitely is."

Carina quickly grabbed her tray of instruments, pulled on her gloves and set herself up next to the pool. Amelia carefully moved from her sitting position, pushing herself up to a squatting stance. She continued to hold onto Link's hands, gripping them tightly.

"Okay, Amelia, I know you're a Doctor and you know this but I'm just going to explain what I'm going to do." Amelia purses her lips as she tries to hold off the need to push to hear Carina out, "Once he comes out, it may look scary to see him in the water but it's perfectly okay and I will catch him right away and place him directly onto your chest and get Link to cut the cord."

Once Carina finished explaining, Amelia nods and tilts her head to look up at Link who gives her a reassuring smile and hand squeeze.

"Now, Amelia, push!"

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Amelia had been pushing for 15 minutes and while Carina was assuring her that she only needed two more big pushes, she was exhausted, both physically and emotionally.

"You're very close Amelia, he is almost out."

"I can't." Amelia cries, "I can't do this. I can't do this."

Link leans closer into Amelia, holding her hands and kissing her head, "Babe, you can do this, you can."

"No, no, no, I can't." Amelia drops her chin to her chest, her cries getting louder and more desperate as the pressure builds, "I'm too tired. It hurts too bad."

"Ames, you're doing so good, I'm so proud of you already. You're so close, our boy is almost here. You're going to get to hold your son, our son, in your arms in a few minutes. You can do this, I know you can." Link leans in and places a kiss on her cheek gently.

"Amelia, I really need you to push now." Carina says firmly to get her attention.

Amelia takes a few deep breaths, trying to control her breathing and calm down. She takes a second to ground herself, feeling the water, which had now cooled down, around her body. By the time her next contraction hit, she was ready and found herself pushing once more.

"Perfect. His head is out Amelia so just one more big push!" Carina informs her. Hearing that her son was halfway out and about to be in her arms, gave Amelia that final bit of strength she needed to push.

The next thing she knew, a huge pressure was relieved and Carina was pulling the newborn out of the water and placing him on her chest, "Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh my god."

The baby's cries fill the room. Both Amelia and Link stare at the tiny human laying on her chest, completely in shock and disbelief that he was really here, that he was really theirs.

"He's so perfect." Link says through his tears, leaning closer over the side of the pool to place a kiss on Amelia's lips gently before carefully caressing his son's head with his thumb, "You did so good. I couldn't love you more."

"He's okay. He's perfect and everything's okay. He's really okay." Amelia cried, a smile plastered on her face as she stared at the tiny baby in her arms, completely oblivious to whatever Carina was doing. After a few moments, Amelia pulled her gaze away from her baby and tilted her head up to look at Link, their teary blue eyes meeting as they smile softly at each other,

"Thank you for doing this with me. Everything is perfect."

[spookymultimedia]

A Summer to Remember ch 6 [fin]

[Helen pov]

     I ran after him, rocks shifting under my feet. He stopped at a gravel road, leading to the cabin, leaning against a tree and looking at the ground. 

       "Timothy.  . .I understand if you're mad. I'm mad at myself. I wasn't thinking. I still love you. I mean it." My voice shook.

              "I'm confused . . ." He said calmly, 

" but I don't blame you. I'm not that upset really, I understand, I mean-." He sighed trying to gather his thoughts. I stood there dripping. The warm heat and soggy humidity kept me from getting cold. 

                "You like her, huh?" He looked up at me. I nodded, "Alot, actually." 

        He smiled. I didn't expect him to smile. "She's great for you."

           "You. . you think I should?"

"Maybe, I don't really care, well, mind" He shrugged. "If it makes you happy."

             " But I can't leave you." I took his hand. 

He thought for a moment, "Uh. . .isn't there this. . .thing where. Someone has multiple wives?"

    I cocked my head confused.

"You know, that thing that. . .Mormons or Amish do? But like with a husband and a wife?"

        "Polygamy?" I answered slowly. What was he getting at?

 "Yeah, that but without the multiple wives thing."

               ". . .poly . .polyamory?"

"Yeah." He smiled, "that."

I shrugged, "I don't know, that takes a lot of work and communication." 

                ". .but?"

   "But I am considering it."

                "Maybe bring it up to Maude?"

"Okay." I smiled. He hugged me despite me being all soaked and dirty.

           "What about Ned?" I asked and let go.

                         "I don't know, I haven't seen him in a couple hours. I hope he's okay."

                  "You really care about him a lot don't you?"

      He nodded bashfully, "Yeah.  . .yeah I do."

      "That's okay." She smiled. 

He hid his mouth with his palm and looked away.

          "Really it is." I insisted.

"This is all so new and . . . "

       "I understand. . .I think I might be. .bisexual."

  "Me too." He muttered. 

           "I mean you don't need to have multiple partners to be bisexual but that is something I'd like to try. . .I really really l like her."

    "Oh. . . Okay."

                       "What?"

  "I don't know, I just thought that you needed to be involved with both to be bisexual."

              "No it's just, I could like men and women equally..like they're both hot. You know?"

He shrugged, "I don't know, I- I don't really feel that way at all."

                  "What?" I furrowed my eyebrows confused.

            "I just- I don't know, I just think everyone looks just ok. I mean I don't not think you're beautiful or anything. Because you are. You're cute. Just. I just don't know what hot is." He scratched his chin and looked away. 

       "Oh. . ." I was still confused. "Okay."

"I should really go look for Ned." 

            "Yeah. I'll go talk to Maude."

"Meet you later then." He smiled a bit and walked off.

          "See ya!" I smiled back and ran back towards the lake. 

[Ned pov] 

               I laid in bed hugging onto a pillow after I showered. I thought about what I said. The guilt was dull now but it was still there. I wished I hadn't said anything, I wish I could move on. I'd live without, but it would still hurt for a long while. I closed my eyes, listening to the birds and the windchimes Timothy made one summer. The air conditioner made a low hum, it was a bit peaceful. I could lay down and pretend nothing existed but the present. Nothing in the future matters now. There was only now, and now there were birds singing, a soft pillow under my head, a clean body, and chimes to accompany the birds music. No worry existed here. No concern. No stress. I didn't have to think about it now. I allowed myself to just be present and exist in that moment. I felt okay. 

      After half an hour my catnap was interrupted by a soft knock on the door, "It's me. Ned? Are you in there?" 

            "Yeah." I answered. I started to feel sick again. I opened the door and let him in. 

       "I've been looking all over for you. Are you alright? I'm sorry I pressured you like that, I should have realized that was still a sensitive subject for you. I didn't mean to put you in that uncomfortable situation." He rambled. It wasn't often I saw him ramble like this. I was usually the one who did the rambling and apologizing.

       "Did I ruin everything?" I looked down at the floor.

                "No. . .no of course not." He touched my arm. "Actually uh, I talked to Helen." He moved his hand back to his side.

He sat down on the bed and I did too. 

     "Yeah?"

"It turns out she and Maude really like each other."

        "Oh. . .Tim, I'm sorry.  ."

"What? No it's not like that, she actually wants to maybe start a.  . . .polyamory"

        "Oh? You mean.  . . with you and her dating other people?"

He nodded.  He looked down and chewed at his finger. 

   "Is. . .that a good thing?"

He nodded his head. 

           "I'm happy for her. I mean, she still needs to see how Maude feels about it."

    "Oh." 

          "Ned I.  . .I- I think I." He flapped around his hands in frustration and shut his eyes. I waited patiently. He took a deep breath. "I love you." His hands fidgeted at his shirt nervously. 

        Everything suddenly felt unreal. It was like time stopped. He felt the same way? 

          "Wow . ."

"Uh . .do you feel okay with me being with you and Helen?"

          "I do feel a bit jealous of Helen sometimes. I'm sorry I must sound like a jerk." I looked away ashamed.

             "It's okay to feel that way. . ."

"But I do want to try it out. I think it'll go away once I- . .I um." I blushed.

             "Get your share?" He smirked.

"Something like that."

               "I get it. Well, what do you want to do with me?" He played with the hair at his neck.

I suddenly felt shy. 

   "Uh . . .um. .uh. You want me to be honest?"

          "Yes."

         That was a loaded question. I didn't want to overshare. What if I make him uncomfortable??

     "I really want to.  . .kiss you . .and do some other sexual stuff." I looked away kinda embarrassed. 

             "Oooh." He sounded somewhat surprised. "You're allowed to feel that way." He smiled. 

      I looked at him, "Sooo. . .you're bisexual then?"

            "Yeah.  . .I think so? I mean I- I don't know. I'm a little confused about sexuality."

             "It can be intimidating. It's so weird to suddenly just feel this desire and it's so new yet familiar and it's hard to shake off." 

           "Oh. . . ?"

I looked up at him, "I'm sorry are you uncomfortable?"

                "Oh. No. .no. Just…..I don't know. I just don't feel sexual? I mean I want sex. Buy. Oh, I don't know. "

                    .      "That's okay."

"So . . .you wanna do something?" I didn't want to sound needy. I was but I didn't want to sound that way.

                   "I honestly feel pretty tired right now. I just want to lay down. I'm sorry."

            "No, that's okay. I'm kinda tired too."

        I laid down on my back and left room for him. He laid by my side and reached out his hand. I held my hand out and he felt it.

"I'm sorry.  . ."

                  "Why?"

"I just.  . . I- I have this issue with touching people sometimes. Like sometimes hugs are just too much or I just really don't want to shake hands with a stranger. It's uncomfortable."

           "Oh. ."

"I'll be okay. I want to hold you. . .I just. I don't know if I can yet without getting overwhelmed?? I'm sorry it sounds silly."

         "No, it doesn't."

"Okay, thank you."

                 "Mmhm" I smiled.

He gently held my hand and closed his eyes. 

I did too. It was quiet, and it was okay again. 

            

[Maude pov]

    I waited at the shore feeling scared. What we did was impulsive but wild and free and nice.  . . I never felt like that before. It was mind numbingly wonderful. I listened to waves crash while my mind was filled with nothing but dread. A selfish part of me hoped I could have her. 

     I was drawing hearts in the sand when I heard Helen.running up to me, "Maude!" She called, smiling. I stood up trying to get a better look. She suddenly hugged me. 

       "Helen! What's gotten into you?", I giggled out. I held onto her waist and grounded my feet before we toppled over. "It's wonderful, just wonderful, oh I love you so much. I love Timothy so much, oh my goodness I love you so much."

      Timothy and me? Was there a compromise? 

       "What happened?"

She let me go and waved her fists, too excited to stay still. 

    "Me and Timothy talked things out. I told him I was sorry for my actions, he forgives me of course and he said he didn't blame me. So we decided to try out polyamory!" Her words were rushed.

     "Polyamory? What's that?" 

"Um. .well I think it's when you date multiple people or something like that. Of course everyone has to consent to the relationship and stuff. It's not Polygamy."

      "I don't know what Polygamy is. So. . .you're saying we can date?"

  "Yes! It's okay."

I hugged her, feeling happy, "I'm so relieved Helen." 

         I looked up at her. My happy Helen. Our happy Helen?? She was happy and loved and that's all I cared about at that moment. She placed a hand on my cheek and pecked my lips. I kissed her back. I couldn't help but cry. I felt so free. After being by her side for so long I feel honored to be hers. Her eyes widened after our kiss. "Ohh I didn't even tell you the other thing! Timothy likes Ned Flanders! Isn't that the sweetest thing? He's such a sweetheart."

          Her hands rested on my shoulders as she spoke. I touched one of her hands and listened. 

          "So is he going to date him?"

"Well. . .Timothy doesn't like talking things so fast. He said he was going to talk to Ned. I think they'll be okay." She smiled. "I'm happy for him.  Both of them. I think this will be good for them both." 

        "Me too." We spend the rest of the afternoon kissing and running through the water. 

[Timothy pov] 

     After supper, the four of us sat around the outdoor campfire. Ned was making smores and showing me how he perfectly roasted them. "The trick is to keep every side evenly toasted. Nice and equal." I smiled. I liked how calculated his method was. He put in alot of care. When it was finished  he gave it to me. They were warm and gooey. I smiled and wiggled a hand.

      "Good?"

  He nodded. I glanced over at Helen who was next to me. Maude was in her arms and Helen told her stories. Her eyes where glued to Helen's. They where a sweet couple. I liked seeing them happy. I nibbled at my treat and gently touched Ned's hand. We held hands. He smiled at me warmly. Helen stared at us smirking. I blushed and smiled, looking down at the fire. I stared into the it feeling happy and nervous. Everything felt okay and peaceful tonight, tomorrow would be a new chapter in our lives. There's lots that we still have to figure out, but as long as we have each other I think we'll be okay. I massaged my thumb onto Ned's palm and let him rest on my shoulder. 

[Ned pov]

       I sat at the edge of the lake alone, looking up at the stars. I had finished packing early and decided to go take one last gander at the water. The air was warm with a calm breeze. There wasn't a single cloud in the sky to block the view. Maude walked up to me and sat with me. "The weather is nice tonight."

"Yeah, it sure is."

       We sat quietly. Crickets were singing to the beat of the water. The light breeze brushed against a bush. "Ned, do you ever wonder what it would be like if we never met? Would we end up in relationships we don't want anyway? Would we have figured out we're gay sooner?" 

            I thought for a while, and then shook my head slowly, "I don't know. .but I know that I don't regret meeting you. You're the best friend I could ever have." 

     She smiled. "You too." 

[Maude pov] 

       Ned and I held hands and watched the stars glow on the water, knowing nothing would come between our friendship. The love our friendship had was just as deep as our respective love for Tim and Helen. I'd always have his back. I was ready to support him and Timothy through everything. It was a very deep friendship, maybe even deeper than most friendships where. Regardless of what our relationship was, it was strong and something beautiful.

       The night felt yellow. Like, a happy warm yellow. I felt happy, we were all happy. I knew for certain this would be a summer to remember. 

[babydotcom]

oooh i find 'betty' to be an intriguing WIP doc title … can u share more abt it?

hmmm. tell me about betty !!! (@ilunei)

yes, tysm!! so basically this is a highschool au mailee inspired by betty by taylor swift (bc zukka nation has given me swifty brainrot). 

Mai has an unrequited crush on one of her best friends, Ty Lee, who is always there for her but not in the way she wants. When Ty Lee starts spending more time with Sokka, her new friend and physics tutor, Mai decides it’s time to move on-- and it just so happens that Suki is looking to kill some time after their highschool’s winter formal dance. Mai and Suki start dating and shenanigans ensue!!

This was initially a pretty simple one chapter deal but I kinda fell in love with the Maiki dynamic and now the whole thing is kind of getting away from me. (More under the cut bc I couldn’t help myself!)

"If you're going to be a total stick in the mud, I'm going to find someone else to dance with just to make you jealous," she pouted.

Mai's heart rate jumped just a bit, and she hoped Ty Lee couldn't feel it in the fingers around her wrist. It's not like she knew that yeah, she would be jealous, but it still made her nervous. She wrenched her arm out of Ty Lee's grip just to be safe.

"It's not like it'll be hard for you to find a guy to dance with. Literally every guy in this gym thinks he has a shot with you, since you love flirting so much." Ty Lee's eyebrows scrunched a little and her smile dipped slightly, and she looked like she would've said something if an upperclassman hadn't bounded up behind her. Mai quirked an eyebrow to say see, as a tan hand landed on Ty Lee's shoulder. Her face lit up when she turned to see who it was.

"Sokka! I didn't know you were here!" She throws her arms around his shoulders and he laughs, returning the hug with hands on her waist. Mai watches, wondering if maybe she'd made a mistake in not just going along. But the music had given her a headache and a phantom thrum in her chest that made her feel sick. Or maybe the nausea was just from watching Ty Lee ignore her in favor of a stranger.

"I just got here, I couldn't drop my shift at work. Dance with me?" He says, hands now on Ty Lee's wrist the same way Ty Lee had held Mai's just a moment ago.

"Yes! Spirits, yes," she says, bouncing on her heels with excitement. She turns back to Mai with mock coolness and says, "have fun being a stick in the mud," before bounding off with Sokka into the throng of people.

Mai can still see them from her seat on the bleachers, and her eyes track them as they rejoin what must be Sokka's group of friends, weirdly all juniors even though she knew Sokka was a senior, and began dancing, full of smiles and laughs Mai felt like she could hear even over the music.

She vaguely recognized the early 2010's song that came on next, but she was more focused on how Ty Lee and Sokka were dancing close together, his head lowered to say something in her ear before she threw her head back laughing. Not having Ty Lee to distract her with her rambling left her to be keenly aware of the very beginning of a panic attack washing over her. Resolute not to have a panic attack in front of a good two-thirds of her high school, Mai made her way through the doors to the hallway, and then out towards the courtyard that lay just before the parking lot. The cool January air in her lungs did a wonder on her nerves as she focused on her breathing, but she didn't think she could go back in. She paced back and forth over the concrete a few times, worrying the strap of her mini backpack in her hands, wondering just how mad Ty Lee would be if she asked to leave. She would have skated if Ty Lee hadn't forced her to leave her board at home in favor of Ty Lee's prius, which now also held her overnight bag for the sleepover they planned on and her change of shoes. She could just walk home, it wasn't a big deal, but that would mean pulling Ty Lee out of the gym to unlock her car when she had just started having fun. Mai couldn't help feeling a little bit bad about that, but school dances really weren't her style.

She walked up to the curb and pulled out her phone to shoot off a text to Ty Lee so she wouldn't worry, but was interrupted by a loud truck pulling up in front of her. Ever one to be wary of creeps, her hand went to the small knife she kept in the side pocket of her bag.

The window of the beat up old truck creaked down to reveal Suki leaning across the center console, hair down in a side part and a gold necklace dangling on top of her green strapless dress. "Lost?" she teased, a smile pulling at her lips.

"Haha," she said, dropping her knife back in its place. She knew Suki well enough, as they trained at the same dojo. "Hey, Suki."

"Are you leaving? I can give you a ride, if you want." Mai looked down at the aggressively strappy stilettos Ty Lee and Azula had insisted she wear, and considered her options before tugging the truck door open.

"That would be great, thanks." She dropped her bag onto the floor, which was impressively clean despite the rusting green exterior of the truck, and buckled in before stretching her legs. "How come you're leaving so early?"

"Ugh, that music was just, like, so bad. I don't know who can actually listen to trap for hours on end like that. I was so bored! I'd rather do something actually fun, you know?"

"Yeah, me too." Mai trailed off and noticed the Mitski song playing from the stereo system, a little scratchy from the definitely outdated aux connection to Suki's phone. Suki pulled away from the curb and drove slowly through the parking lot.

They spoke at the same time. "So, where to," Suki asks. "What are you doing now," Mai probes. Mai cringed internally at the awkwardness but Suki just laughed.

"I was gonna get high, actually." The car jostled as they went over the speed bumps at the edge of the parking lot (which Zuko always heartily ignores when he gives his friends rides) and Suki's gold sword earrings swung wildly. Mai's eyebrows lift at the honesty and she turns to look at her.

"Really?" Mai had tried it once, with Zuko and his friend (or whatever) Jet, but it was her first time and she'd hardly gotten even the lightest of highs.

Suki glanced her direction with a shy smile. "You want to join me?"

[juliandev0rak]

Three Dresses

Beatrice, Leila, and Ella have a girl’s day out that becomes a girl’s night in, and poor Beatrice is... a bit sleep deprived. 

or, the start of Vesuvia’s First Pro Bowling League

the Vianan universe is expanding

characters: 

Beatrice Viano my apprentice

Lysander, Leila, and Lachlan Lonan (@leila-of-ravens’ oc) 

Ella Sagen ( @leechobsessed​‘s oc)

pairing: Beatrice Viano x Lysander Lonan / Vianan

words: ~2600

warnings: alcohol mentions, really bad jokes

read about their first meeting written by  @leila-of-ravens

part 2 , part 3, part 4

Beatrice is in the library again. The book in her hands seems to be written in a language she can’t understand but that’s not unusual these days. It’s freezing cold in the library, colder than usual and her cloak doesn’t seem to make things any better. 

Lysander sits across from her, seemingly focused on his own book, but she feels his gaze on her. Beatrice doesn’t look up, not wanting to be caught staring. She tries to devote herself to her work again, but the words just swim across the page. Finally, she gets fed up and decides to ask Lysander for help.

“Lyse could you help me with this? I think I’m having trouble parsing the nominative from the genitive case in this passage,” She explains, trying to keep her voice steady. He looks up to meet her glance and nods, but instead of holding his hand out for the book he stands and makes his way around the table to stand behind her. He stands close, and when he leans down to look over her shoulder their faces are only inches apart.

“Which passage?” He asks, and his voice that close to her ear makes her suppress a shiver. 

“Um, this one here,” She points to it, though if she’s being honest the entire book is impossible to understand. He says nothing for a moment and when she looks up at him she finds his eyes on her instead of the book. “Do you think it’s similar to Prakran? That’s my best guess,” She tries to stay focused, but with him this close her brain feels like it's running in slow motion. 

“Hmmm..” Lysander muses as if he’s thinking about her question, though it’s clear he’s not. His dark eyes burn with an intensity she’s really never seen from him, and she can’t look away. He leans towards her then, and all she can see is Lysander, all she can smell is earl grey. She finds herself echoing the movement, leaning towards him almost unconsciously. Beatrice thinks she should say something to break the tense moment, but Lysander hasn’t moved an inch and his eyes are now focused on her lips.  

“I’m sorry-” She starts to say, intent on moving back to give him space, but her words are cut off by his lips pressing to hers.

Her brain completely short circuits and she freezes, stuck in place as he kisses her. His hand comes to rest on the side of her face and she’s too shocked to even kiss him back. His lips are softer than she would’ve thought, and warm, so warm, against hers. When he pulls away a second later he lingers, resting his forehead against hers and she sighs, then leans in to kiss him again, properly this time. Just before their lips connect she’s startled by a loud noise that sounds like someone knocking on the library door and Lysander stumbles backwards away from her. 

And Beatrice wakes up.

She’s disoriented at first and looks around the room, half expecting to be in the library. She finds herself in bed in her usual guest room at the palace, no Lysander in sight. 

“It was a dream, that didn’t actually happen,” She whispers to herself, shaking her head to try to rid herself of the fog of sleep. She mentally chides herself for dreaming about Lysander in that way, even if it was just a simple kiss. Still, she finds herself quite flustered and more than a little disappointed that it was only a dream.

“Beatrice?” A voice calls at the door, a knock sounding against the wood. That explains the source of her disturbance. Beatrice groans and rolls out of bed, grabbing her robe from the chair in the corner. She ties it closed as she opens the door.

“Oh, good morning,” Beatrice says, her tired face morphing into a smile at the sight of her friends Leila and Ella standing in the hallway in front of her.

“Good morning to you too, Beatrice. You were supposed to meet us an hour ago,” Leila smiles, looking only slightly annoyed.

“It’s not like you to be late, we thought we should stage a rescue mission,” Ella says, “Are you feeling alright?” 

“Oh, I’m so sorry!” Beatrice apologizes, another thing to mentally chide herself about later, “I’m feeling fine, I’ve just been a bit overtired lately.” 

“Are you sure? I could ask Julian to check just in case, you’re not getting sick are you?” Leila asks in concern.

“I’m fine, I promise!” Beatrice tries to laugh it off, but truth be told she’s still a little dizzy from her dream and from waking up so suddenly.

“Actually, you do look a bit flushed, Beatrice,” Ella inspects her face, which only makes her flush more.

“You two worry too much, I don’t feel sick at all,” She smiles, waving off her friends. “I’ll be dressed and ready in a minute, I’m sorry for the delay.” Beatrice disappears back into her room to try to gain some composure before she has to face her friends again.

“Do you think she’s ok?” Ella asks once Beatrice has shut the door behind her.

“She has been a bit off lately, but I think I know why,” Leila smiles knowingly and simply says, “Lysander.” 

“Those two! Will they ever figure out that they like each other?” Ella laughs, “They’d be cute together if they could ever get their heads out of a book long enough to notice.” 

“Let’s just hope Beatrice is patient, Lysander will take his time,” Leila says with the endearing smile that always appears when she’s talking about her brother. 

When Beatrice steps out of her room a minute later, fully dressed and looking much more composed. Leila and Ella turn to give each other a look that seems to say “let’s talk about this later”. Beatrice is in better spirits now, and as the girls walk towards the palace gates their conversation turns to their plans for the day.

It’s been too long since the three of them had seen each other for more than just a short catch up over a cup of tea, so they’d decided it’s high time for a girl’s day out. The first stop is the marketplace to pursue the clothing stalls, Beatrice isn’t usually a fan of shopping but no doubt the company of her friends will make it more enjoyable. 

Ella heads straight for a dress stall that displays a wide selection of blue fabrics, her favorite color, and the other girls follow behind. She holds up a dark blue dress, inspecting how it looks in front of a mirror.

“That’s beautiful Ella!” Leila smiles, reaching out to feel the silky fabric, “It’ll look great with your eyes!”

“Which eye?” Beatrice jokes and Ella scoffs at the comment, rolling her multicolored eyes. “I’m sorry I had to.” 

“You really didn’t need to, that was a terrible joke,” Leila laughs, busy looking through a rack of black dresses.

“Were you planning to attend a funeral, Leila?” Ella says as Leila holds up a particularly gaudy lace number. 

“Here Leila, these look more your style,” Beatrice gestures to the rack of more colorful items she’s currently looking through. She pulls out a cream colored dress that looks exactly her style, with little puffed sleeves and delicate lace details.

“Oooh Beatrice, you have to try that one on!” Ella gushes. Beatrice lifts it off the rack to inspect it further and finds that it has an incredibly low cut neckline and she balks, not her style after all. 

“Noooo- now you really need to try it on,” Leila grins, a look of mischief in her eyes. 

“I don’t know, it’s probably a little too revealing,” Beatrice frowns, she usually dresses pretty modestly.

“Come on Beatrice! You dress like a grandma sometimes, a pretty grandma, but still a grandma.” Leila says, pulling the dress back off the rack. Beatrice grimaces but laughs, she knows it's true.

“I���m sure you’d catch Lysander’s eye in this dress,” Ella teases and Beatrice immediately flushes and turns away from her friends, busying herself in the clothing racks.

“Oh I don’t know, she seems to be doing that just fine on her own,” Leila adds, still inspecting the low cut dress.  

“Lysander wouldn’t notice me if I walked into the library in my underwear,” Beatrice grumbles under her breath,“Nothing could tear him away from his research.” 

“Now that’s the spirit, Beatrice!” Ella laughs and Leila joins in, “Just walk in there in your underwear and-”

“Ok fine! I’ll try it on,” Beatrice interrupts, holding her hand out for the dress. Leila and Ella squeal in excitement and wait for her to emerge from the dressing room. When she comes out in the dress they ooh and ahh and she can’t help but admit, the dress does look good on her. She decides to buy it, and if she has the reaction of a certain dark-haired research partner in mind, that’s her secret.

“What about this one?” Ella asks, holding up a beautiful red dress with a deep slit up the side as she looks in the mirror.

“Ohh trying to catch Lachlan’s eye now, are you?” Beatrice teases, thinking of Leila’s other older brother who had piqued Ella’s interest at the masquerade.

“Stop..” Ella blushes, and adds defensively, “I’d be buying this for me!”

“There’s no accounting for taste when it comes to your crush on him,” Leila rolls her eyes, but her smile betrays her joke, and genuine care for her friend’s happiness.

“Well let’s find you something for Julian then? It’s only fair,” Beatrice says, “Though you already look good in anything.” 

“Why Beatrice, are you flirting with me?” Leila says in mock surprise and Beatrice just shakes her head in exasperation, “I do believe you’ve got the wrong Lonan!” 

“I was trying to compliment you, but I guess I’ll keep my thoughts to myself,” Beatrice laughs, and Leila reaches a hand out to grab hers, squeezing gently.

“I know, Beatrice, thank you,” Leila says with a genuine smile, a bit embarrassed as she always is when someone compliments her. 

When they’ve finally decided on their purchases they head to their next stop to get lunch. There are more bad jokes and plenty of gossiping about palace life, and by the time they get back to the palace late that afternoon Beatrice is already a bit drunk from all the wine she’s had. Ella has the great idea to keep the night going, and they all agree. They run into Nadia on their way into the palace and invite her to join them, but she politely declines and tells them she’ll send her best wine over later. 

“We should wear our new dresses, just for fun,” Ella suggests and they all agree. Sufficiently glammed up, the girls retire to one of the many empty sitting rooms in the palace. Beatrice lounges on one of the couches, glass of wine in hand, listening to Leila recount a funny story about a customer who once ordered ten cups of tea in the span of twenty minutes. “I don’t know how he managed to drink all of them so fast, the tea was boiling hot!” Leila explains and the girls erupt into giggles.

“He must’ve been very thirsty!” Ella laughs, downing the rest of her wine.

“Who’s thirsty?” A voice says from the doorway. Beatrice turns to look at the door and sees Leila’s brother Lachlan standing there, a confident grin on his face. “Looks like a party’s happening and I wasn't invited!”

“Get out Lachlan, this is a girl’s only event!” Leila says and he laughs in response. 

“No it’s not!” Ella calls, suddenly sitting up with a smile on her face. “He can stay if he wants, right?” 

“If he must,” Leila sighs, but her smile once again betrays her true feelings.

“He must!” Ella says, already pouring a glass of wine for him.

The night’s revelries continue. Lachlan regales them with stories of his life on the sea, Nadia sends more wine. Meanwhile Beatrice snoozes on the couch, drifting in and out of the festivities and trying not to spill red wine on her new dress. At one point she thinks she hears Lysander’s voice and her eyes shoot open, but she assumes it was just a dream. She’s surprised the next time she opens her eyes and finds him actually standing in the doorway.

At some point Ella and Leila have managed to create a new game out of the empty wine bottles where the goal is to knock down as many as possible with a ball. Lachlan and Ella seem to be tied for winners, and Leila has given up and is dutifully trying to clean a pile of broken glass. Lysander stands watching with his head tilted slightly to the side like he does when he’s trying to solve a difficult problem. He notices Beatrice and gives her a nod in greeting.

“Lachlan you’re cheating!” Ella calls from across the room and Beatrice’s attention is drawn by the noise.

“You dare insult my honor?” Lachlan jokes. “I promise Ellanora, I am a perfect gentleman.” 

“Yeah, and how many women have you said that to before?” Leila grumbles, collecting the broken pieces of bottle with a slight gust of air provided by her magic.

“Can you keep it down, I’m trying to nap,” Beatrice mutters and Leila laughs as she walks over to sit on the end of the couch.

“I think we need to call it a night before Lachlan breaks something else.” Leila sighs, watching her brother struggle to balance a bottle on his head.

“I think I’m going to go to bed,” Beatrice says, stifling a yawn. She sits up and notices that Lysander’s still watching from the doorway, a look of slight disapproval on his face as he watches Lachlan trying to impress Ella. She’s suddenly hit with the memory of her dream from the night before and finds that she can’t look at him anymore without remembering the ghost of his lips against hers, the memory of something that’s never happened.

“I’ll make sure Ella makes it back,” Leila smiles fondly, watching Ella humming to herself as she gathers up the bottles. “And Lysander can walk you back.”

“Oh, no Leila, there’s no need-” Beatrice starts, but Lysander is already making his way across the room to her. “Oh, hello!” she manages to squeak out.

“Hello, need an escort?” Lysander gives her a smile and she has to force herself to meet his eyes to reply.

“Sure, that would be very nice of you,” She returns the smile. Focus on his eyes not his lips, she reminds herself, don’t be weird.

“Lysander, isn’t Beatrice’s dress nice?” Leila grins as Beatrice stands up from the couch and tries to smooth her skirt down.

“Leila stop it,” Beatrice hisses under her breath and Leila just smirks and walks over to join Ella and Lachlan, leaving her alone with Lysander.

“Yes, it is a beautiful dress. It reminds me of a painting I saw at a museum back in Umbra…” And he’s off, talking about the artist and fashion history and sumptuary laws, so Beatrice is blessedly saved from the embarrassment. The conversation lingers on for the entire duration of their walk back to her room and she’s trying to ignore how equally endearing and frustrating Lysander can be. 

“We can go there together,” Lysander says as they reach her door, “to the museum, I mean. If you’d like to.”

“I’d love to go with you!” Beatrice says, perhaps a beat too quickly. 

“There’s so much I’d love to show you when you visit Umbra someday,” He smiles.

“I’d love to see it all,” She replies, “Someday.” 

[vergilthelibrarian]

please do a yuta (nct) x male reader! where the reader is the youngest member and is yuta’s roommate 🥺

No problem Anon ^^

Yuta x Male Reader

You woke up groggy, your body warmer than usual.

Moaning, you wiped your forehead with your hand, feeling the sweat that was seeping out of your pores.

You coughed, laying back down.

You were sick today.

Yuta noticed what you did and got up from his bed and went towards you.

“Hey Y/n… Are you alright?” he asked, cautiously feeling your forehead and cheeks.

“Whoa! You’re burning up! I’ll go tell Taeyong and manager!” he quickly got up from the bed and went out of the room.

If it wasn’t for how sick you were, you’d know that your cheeks would be burning up from the fact that Yuta had gently touched your face.

You were in love with the older guy but didn’t do much about it, thinking that there was no way he could ever like let alone love you.

You sighed, turning around to face the wall, coughing up a storm.

You heard the door open and soon felt a weight on your bed.

Shivering as someone’s cool hand touch your forehead, you sneezed, groaning as you knew you were going to have to stay home for the day.

“Yeah, he’s sick.” said the manager. He sighed and looked at bother Taeyong and Yuta.

“Someone’s gonna have to stay behind and watch him. I would leave him by himself if he wasn’t burning up as bad as he is. I need someone to be with him just in case he has to go to the hospital.”“I’ll stay.” your ears perked up at Yuta’s voice.

“That makes sense. You are his roommate after all.” The manager got up. “If anything happens, call me.” and with that, both the manager and Taeyong left the room.

Yuta sat down on the bed, feeling your face once more.

“You’re really hot… I’ll make you some soup.”

He left the room for a couple of minutes, coming back in to give you a big cup of orange juice.

“Here.” he placed the cup on your nightstand and left the room once more.

You loved that you were spending some alone time with Yuta but cursed your body for getting sick. You knew you were getting sick, all the signs were there but you didn’t expect it to be this bad nor did you expect Yuta to stay home and watch over you.

Sitting up, you thought to yourself how this would be such a good time to confess to him. To just tell him that you loved him. You were always thankful to Yuta. The way he would look after you, stand for you.

You two were pretty close. Yuta would always come to you with a song he was writing and sing it for you. They always happen to be love songs and you wouldn’t lie, you were jealous of the person he was writing for. They were really lucky to have a sweetheart like him be in love with them.

Sighing, you reach over and grabbed the cup of juice, taking a big gulp of it.

The door opened and you saw Yuta coming in with a tray. He sat it down carefully upon your lap.

“Do you need help eating it? I can always feed you.” he suggested and you shook your head.

“No, I’m fine. I can feed myself.”He nodded.

“Okay. It’s chicken noodle soup by the way. You know what they say. Chicken noodle soup is good for the soul.” he smiled, taking a seat on the edge of your bed.

You laughed slightly, taking the spoon and taking a sip of the soup.

You two sat in silence as you ate, with Yuta playing a game on his phone.

“Hey Y/n?”“Hmm?”“I wrote a song yesterday and I wanted you to hear it.”

“Okay. What is it about?”Yuta bit his bottom lip, rubbing the back of his head.

“Well… it’s about this guy and-”“Oooh~ A boy?” you teased him.

“Yes! A boy.” he laughed.

“It’s about a guy I’m falling for and I want you to hear it and tell me how you like it.”He got up from your bed and went to his side of the room, went into his drawer and pulled out his songbook. He came back and sat down, searched for something on his phone and gave it to you.

“Taeyong helped me make a beat to it. Press play when I say so okay?”“Alright.”Yuta took a deep breath, closing his eyes, his heart was pounding fast.

He had to take this chance or it’ll just keep eating away at him.

“Start.”

You hit play, placing the phone onto the bed. Music soon filled the room.

Yuta started singing and as you listened to him you noticed that the guy he was describing sounded familiar.

Very familiar.

The guy it seemed like he was singing about sounded like you.

‘No way.’ you thought.

It couldn’t be you, it’s just some guy who looks and have your quirks and personality traits. Yeah, that was it.

When he was done, Yuta looked at you, a grin on his lips.

“So… How was it?” he asked you but your brain was in overdrive at his lyrics that you didn’t hear him at first.

“Hello? Earth to Y/n?” he said, snapping his fingers at you.

“Y/n!”

“Huh?” you finally heard him.

Yuta laughed.

“I asked how did you like the song? Was it good?”“Yeah. It was beautiful. But I have to ask though, umm… who is this song about if you don’t mind me asking.”Yuta shook his head, a chuckle coming from his mouth as he smiled.

“I thought it was obvious. It’s about you silly.”“Oh… Wait, what?”

Yuta laughed again.

“It’s about you. The guy I’m falling for is you Y/n. I’ve been wanting to tell you this for some time now but I was too afraid of you turning me down. Taeyong told me last week that I should confess my feelings for you before someone else does and I mulled over what he said and realized he was right.”Yuta grabbed your hand, rubbing circles on the top of your hand with his thumb.

“Baby boy… I love you and I want to be with you, that is if you love me too.” Yuta was so nervous, he felt as though his heart was going to explode.

A small smile formed on your lips.

“Of course I want to be with you. Yuta, I love you too. I’ve always had. Since the moment I met you, I knew you were the one. I was just afraid of the same thing. Of you turning me down.”A big smile came across Yuta’s lips as he leaned forward to kiss your cheek.

“I love you Y/n” he said, leaning back, his other hand now caressing your other cheek.

“Now, finish your soup. It’s getting cold.”

[emily-strange]

Sparks Fly

Thank you to everyone still with me after the last chapter - I know not a lot hasn't happened yet but we’re getting going! As always thank you to @billybutchersbabe​ 😘 such a giant help!!!

Hope you all enjoy. Feedback is more than welcome x

Chapter 4

Pairing: Billy Butcher x OFC

Warnings: Swearing - lots of it.

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Waking up was hard.

Emmy thinks Butcher might have slipped something into her beer, seems like something he’d do to get answers. Then again, she’s always been a bit of a lightweight when it comes to drinking.

After she had a breakfast bar thrown at her and Hughie arrived with a clean hoodie, Emmy was properly introduced and ushered into the car. Butcher couldn’t contain his snarl at seeing Emmy take off his shirt and replace it with the younger man’s clothes.

MM silently notices how extra shitty he is in the car.

If only he knew it was because the two youngsters were discussing Hughie’s ‘Billy Joel’ t-shirt and bonding in the backseat.

Now Emmy’s wandering around the Believe Expo trying her best to appear like she belongs. Butcher hasn’t really filled her in on the plan, she’s just meant to walk around and see if anything seems weird. She knows the task has been given so it’ll keep her out of trouble, without actually having to tell her anything about the boys. So far, she’s seen a lot of things here that in her opinion, are pretty fucked.

She doesn’t move too far from them, always keeping someone in sight. At the moment the three of them are obviously discussing what they need from Hughie as he’s looking pretty appalled…

Emmy can’t believe she’s actually out of her dingy little town. Not free of it, but out. If you’d asked her 4 days ago where she’d be, she’d say still in the same dingy basement shining up some stolen AK-50’s as always. But instead she’s walking in the sunshine, dodging and weaving through the crowds of young people basking in their joint love of supes and God.

“She’s awesome isn’t she!” comes a voice from next to her, making her jump. A young guy in his 20s is standing way too close to Emmy with a large grin on his face. She then realises that she’s been staring at the singer on stage who’s just uncased her large, angel like wings for the crowd.

“Oh, um, yeah. She’s amazing.” Emmy lies. She looks round the guy and can just about see MM uncomfortably shifting from one foot to the other as Butcher has an intense looking conversation with a stall vendor.

“Is this your first time?” the guy asks, moving back into her line of sight. Emmy uncrosses her arms and softens the scowl on her face.

“How can you tell?” She says, laughing uncomfortably. If the guy notices, he doesn’t make it obvious. He seems sweet enough, Emmy thinks. Light blonde hair and a nice smile, full of perfect teeth. The epitome of squeaky clean.

He laughs, “You just look a little lost. I’m Pete.”

Pete extends his hand to Emmy who shakes it lightly, “Emmy.”

For a few seconds they stand together as the singer starts up again. Emmy internally groans. She’s never been one for religion. She tries to sway with the music, doing her best to blend in.

“What brings you here then Emmy?” Pete says, breaking the mindless chatter in her head.

“Oooh, you know...” Emmy stutters. She sees a poster of Homelander across from her and goes with it, “..The Seven. Homelander…I just, was hoping to catch a glimpse of him. He’s my favourite. As well as Ezekiel of course. He’s…great.” Emmy reals off the names she actually knows, hoping it’ll convince Pete she’s ‘one of them’. It seems to have worked.

“Yesss! Amazing!” Pete shouts, jumping for a high-five. One Emmy gives reluctantly, “You knoow I’m being baptised by Homelander in like, 20 minutes. Wanna come with and see if you can sneak a peak?”

“Ooh um really…baptised? That’s sweet but,” Emmy looks around again for the boys but now can’t see any of them. Pete uses her hesitation and distraction to gently take both of her shoulders, turning her to him. His forehead is creased into a frown.

“Please know I’m saying this as your friend.” He begins and Emmy couldn’t be any more confused, “I think you’re lost. I could see it in your eyes from miles away…please, let me take you to Ezekiel. Me and him, we’re close. I mean, you never know right? Maybe they’ll have a free space.” Pete smiles widely at Emmy and she finds herself tongue tied. She still can’t see anyone she actually knows and Butcher did tell her to snoop around…

“Um, yeah, okay…” She says giving a tight-lipped smile. Pete’s ecstatic. Beyond ecstatic. Suddenly she’s being pulled along towards the tents with absolutely no idea what to do or who she’s about to meet.

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Once they reach the VIP tent, Emmy is relieved to see people checking for lanyards and tickets. She has neither so it won’t be hard to slip away. However, Pete seems to have been selling himself short, everyone seems to know him. Not just Ezekiel.

“Hi Pete, you here to see Ezekiel?” a pretty young woman asks.

“Yeah for the baptism” he beams, “I was hoping my friend here could just slip in with me? I think it’d do her some good to meet him.” Pete pleads.

Emmy jumps in, hoping to nip this in the bud asap, “Oh but it’s no problem if not. I’m happy to go back. I mean, I haven’t paid…not really fair is it!”

She laughs, hoping she doesn’t seem as awkward as she feels in this moment. Everyone is just so cheery. Makes her feel a little bit sick.

“You know what, I don’t see why not. I mean it isn’t packed in there. You’ll have to leave before the baptism but we have about 10 minutes till then.” The woman says and Emmy tries to make her smile as genuine as possible. Although she can’t shake the feeling that she’s being used as some sort of sacrificial lamb. The thought makes her laugh and cringe at the same time.

Pete thanks the woman and takes Emmy’s hand, leading her into the tent. He makes a straight line for Ezekiel.

“Ezekiel?” Pete says timidly, “I hope you don’t mind. Emmy here is new to the church. She’s feeling a bit out of place.” Out of place is right, Emmy thinks. She’s seen enough True Crime documentaries to know a religious cult when she sees one.

“Ahh it’s wonderful to meet new members,” Ezekiel says turning to face Emmy and Pete, “I’m glad you’ve found the faith. Welcome. Unfortunately, though we will be starting soon…”

Emmy gets the distinct impression that Ezekiel is not pleased by Pete’s impromptu meet and greet.

“Oh I understand.” Emmy says, basically sighing with relief, “Thank you for taking the time…to meet me. Means…um, a lot. Thank you, Pete.” She turns to Pete who smiles warmly at her. She almost feels bad for lying. This must mean a lot to him.

As she makes her way back to the tents entrance, she bumps into someone. Someone who also looks like they want to make a run for it.

Hughie.

“Em…what…” Hughie starts but is cut off. Emmy feels a shiver make its way down her spin.

“Hughie don’t be rude, introduce your friend.” Homelander says with a forced smile.

Hughie stutters for a second too long, causing Emmy’s stomach to lurch. She decides to take it upon herself to get out of this. She extends her hand and smiles as warmly as possible.

“Emmy. I’m new to the church.” She starts, “I was just leaving. All of this is a bit too rich for my blood.”

Homelander shakes her hand and squeezes just that bit too tight. He uses it to pull Emmy into him and ‘whisper’ in her face, “You need to make friends with Starlight as well. Hughie here got in for free!”

His perfect grin beams brightly but everyone involved knows it’s laced with something more sinister. Emmy’s never met this man before, never even really seen or heard anything of him other than a face on TV.

But she’s scared.

Emmy smiles and laughs but knows that he sees her swallow around the large lump in her throat.

As Homelander pulls back, he lets go of Emmy’s hand and as much as she wants to rub the ache out of it, her pride won’t allow her to do so in his presence. His picture-perfect smile never falters and he eyes Hughie for a second too long. Emmy’s seen eye’s like his before. Eye’s that contain nothing but scorn and contempt. She feels like the air’s been sucked from her lungs.

The moment Ezekiel begins his speech, Emmy makes a hasty exit from the tent. She doesn’t glance back at Hughie but she knows he watches her leave. For a minute or two she walks in a straight line, head down, wanting to be as far away from that place as possible. She ignores the protests of the people she barges past until one of them grabs her arm, dragging her behind one of the nearest stalls.

Butcher spins Emmy round and shouts in the loudest whisper.

“Why the fuck were you in that tent eh? What the fuck is wrong with you!?” Butcher yells, gripping Emmy’s upper arms so hard it hurts. She can see he’s furious but unlike Homelander, there is nothing but desperation in his eyes.

“I…” Emmy wants to tell him. She was basically dragged there! And where were they!? They disappeared on her! If anyone should be mad it’s her. They should’ve given her a phone or something! But all that comes out is a garbled apology and one word. “Homelander”.

Butchers eye’s widen with what Emmy easily recognises as fear.

“What did he fuckin’ do? Emmy, what, what did that bastard fuckin’ do!” He says quickly, shaking her a little when she doesn’t answer quick enough.

“Nothing. He didn’t do anything.” Emmy says, feeling her mouth go dry, “But his eyes…” Emmy looks past Butcher and imagines them. She wants to tell him that his eye’s are so…bitter, so hateful. So dead.

Butcher sighs with relief and does the last thing Emmy could imagine. He pulls her into a bone crushing hug. She finds herself suddenly with her head against his firm chest and the smell of something distinctly him fills her nose. It’s comforting.

Butcher buries his nose into Emmy’s hair and inhales deeply. She smells like Frenchie’s crappy body wash but with a hint of him from the shirt she slept in. As quickly as he pulled her into his body, he pushes her away. Emmy hadn’t even had time to wrap her arms around him.

“Look, I gotta go do summit. Stay here ‘nd I’ll send MM over.” Butcher says, moving to leave. Emmy grabs his arm, feeling his muscles tense at her touch.

“Can I not come with you? I’m really sick of these religious fucks.” She says, drawing shocked gasps from the people around them close enough to hear. Butcher can’t help but smirk, “Fine but you gotta wait in tha car.”

As Emmy follows Butcher, she hears him growl a “fuck you want?” at some people who were less than thrilled at her choice of words. Emmy laughs.

………………………………………………….

In the car, Emmy fills Butcher in on how she ended up in the tent and her run in with Hughie. He’s not happy that Homelander has seen her face or that he seems a bit too interested in Hughie but the sheer panic he seemed to be in definitely dies down.

She waits in the car outside a house in a nice part of the city. Everything around her seems so…well, nice. She can’t imagine who someone like Butcher would know around here. But then she doesn’t really know him, does she?

When he comes storming from the house and pulls the car away with an earth-shattering screech, Emmy stays quiet. He’s clearly fucked off about something and Emmy would rather not push her luck twice in one day.

But now they’re sat outside a cemetery. And have been for about 15 minutes.

“Why are we here Butcher?” Emmy asks delicately, not wanting to break the silence too much too quickly. It feels like she’s talking to a kicked puppy. Trying to gain its trust without spooking it.

“You don’t have to tell me” she adds very quickly.

Butcher nods and gets out of the car, goes to the trunk and gets out a sledgehammer. He slams the trunk closed and takes off into the cemetery. Emmy just waits and hopes that no caretakers try to stop him from doing whatever he’s doing. She doubts that’ll end well.

He’s not gone long.

Once they’re back on the road he finally speaks again.

“MM’s gotta lead on a Compound V shipment so we’re gonna go meet him now. You might need this.” Butcher says and tosses Emmy’s matchbook into her lap, “Jus’ in case.”

Emmy pockets the matchbook and nods. She still doesn’t know the ins and outs of what Butcher and the boys do but if it’s about supes, it’s about Vought. And if it’s about Vought, Emmy wants to know.

Butcher glances over at Emmy as she nods and thinks back to the Expo. He was looking for her for ages. He’d gotten involved in this existential rant with an old fella and ‘misplaced’ her. Him and MM had split up and when he’d seen her leaving the VIP tent with her head hanging low, his heart just about stopped.

He kept his eye on her as he’d shoved people out of the way. Didn’t lose sight of her once. The closer he got the more he noticed how wide her eyes were, like she was in some kind of shock. If someone did something in that fucking tent, he’d murder every last person at the expo.

When he’d finally gotten to her, his blood was already pumping. He knows he grabbed her too hard but she’s a supe right? It wouldn’t hurt. Although the way she flinched certainly made it seem like it did.

But fuck, when she said Homelander…he felt bile rise up into his throat. He shouldn’t be so protective over this newbie supe but for some reason he is. He’s seen her pissed and he’s heard about what she does when threatened. But seeing her so wide-eyed and scared made her seem so small.

Why the fuck is he doing this to himself?

Before he could contemplate it any further, they arrive at the hospital. Joining MM outside.

“Took ya time.” MM greets, gaining a glare from his friend. Emmy gives him a small, silent wave.

When no one moves to lead on, Butcher hisses, “We fuckin’ doin’ this or wot?”

[hqxreader]

hi hello can i please have a kei tsukishima ,yaku morisuke,and Yuu nishinoya first dateheadcannos, like what they would do on their first dates. Hope that helps thanks.

Hi lovely Anon :) I just kinda went crazy with this. They’re probably both ooc (Noya feels like it at least) 

I wasn’t able to write Yaku and I’m really sorry, I don’t have a good grasp of his character and I tried writing his but it just wasn’t flowing. I put what I had planned for him though and I hope that’ll make you somewhat happy.

First Dates

Warnings: This is chaos, crack, and fluff 

Tsukishima Kei

*y/f/d - your favorite dessert

- For Tsukki I see the first date being at a cafe of the sorts? This man loves his sweets yes? 

- You two know each other from let's say.. you’re in the same class together yeah? You two are always teasing each other until one day you teasingly ask him if he’s ever been on a date before

- “Well Tsukishima, if you’re so smart, shouldn’t you know how to treat a someone properly on the first date?”  

- And thus, the first date was set, and you were able to get Tsukki to go on a date with you (little did you know he was just as happy)

- Even if this is a date, this man will forever be a salty french fry, it’s in his blood 

- He teases you about what you’re getting, if you can see the menu or not 

- “Are you sure that’s a good choice Taylor? I heard that it makes your breath smell bad, not very first date worthy.” 

- “You know Tsukishima, they say when strawberries are out of season they can really mess up your body, I’m sure we don’t need that for volleyball.” 

*please note i am completely making that up (i hope)

- Customers and employees are just watching you two tease each other while waiting in line and they wonder, ‘Are they really on a date...?’ 

- Back to our main focus - You guys order, Tsukki of course getting a slice of strawberry shortcake and you getting y/f/d. Tsukki is still a gentleman through and through and pays for the food

- So you guys sit down and start to eat and you’re actually talking like real human beings

- There was no full out teasing like normal, just light conversation about school and simply how everything was in life, learning more about each other

- You would get a smile out of Tsukki sometimes and you’d point it out, but he’d just frown again, look out the window and say that the food was so good it made him smile 

- you guys finished eating like 10 minutes ago. Okay tsukki sureee

- You wrapped it up and left, and now Tsukki’s walking you home, your regular teasing conversations have started again but you’re still making little talk (does that make sense??)

- “You really mixed up baking soda and sugar when baking cookies? I don’t think I'm ever going to eat something made by you.” ''Okay listen I was like 12 years old, give me a break okay? I bet I can bake you a delicious batch of cookies now.” “Thanks, but no thanks.” “Okay! I’ll bring you some tomorrow Tsukki!” “Wha.. What?! Don’t call me that!” 

-cue blushing tsukki-

- ah yes young love. Well after that little conversation it’s quiet and you kept brushing your hand against his as you’re walking, a little ‘yoo hoo hold my hand’ signal but this man just smirks and waits to see what you’ll do 

- You take matters into your own hands (haha get it, hands? Oh man im horrible) and slowly slide your hand into his and interlock your fingers, nervous to see what his response would be

- he gives your hand a little squeeze and you guys just keep on going to your house, a comfortable silence in the air, a smile on your face and tsukki is internally celebrating 

- After that you’re officially dating and you’re making non-poisonous cookies for him and the team from now on. He’s very hesitant to eat them though. 

Nishinoya Yuu

- Okay let’s run through my train of thought with this bundle of energy, at first i thought ooh amusement park! But then I was like mm on the first date? No not yet, but i still wanted all the fun rides and such that an amusement park has, so I thought how about a fair/fairground? But then I thought, do they have those in Japan? For the sake of this story, yes, yes they do. 

- Alright lovies, you’re a friend of Yachi’s and she forgot something in her last class of the day, so you come to the volleyball practice to give it to her

- You’ve visited the team on various occasions, so you know them all pretty well and you’ve noticed the glances Noya gives you from time to time (ya know those looks? Ok let's go with it)

- That weekend there’s a fair in town, so you thought ‘ooh fair + Noya = awesome time’ which I mean, you’re not wrong

- You stick around the whole volleyball practice and wait for the boys to finish up, and once they’re done in the locker room you start walking with Noya and Tanaka 

- “So um Noya I was wondering-” “Taylor I thinking about maybe-” 

- You two just laughed at how you interrupted each other, Tanaka even chuckling as he watched this go down (he’s no dummy, he knows what’s going on between you two) 

- Noya speaks up again, “I was thinking about going to the fair this weekend, it sounds so cool! Would you like to come with me? It’ll be a blast!” “So like a date..?” 

- Noya’s cheeks go red and he just nods, scared at what your response could be, and Tanaka is still watching this (gotta support the bro right?)

- Of course you say yes to the date, and you two decide to go that Saturday afternoon

- Once they drop you off at home, Tanaka and Noya start jumping around like crazy in celebration

- mini time skip to Saturday thanks to chocolate milk -

- You guys are at the fairgrounds and Noya just wants to do everything

- Fair games? Let me win you something! You win a huge stuffed crow

- Mini barn set up with cute barn animals you can pet? Let’s go pet every single one of them Taylor!! Noya tried to impersonate a rooster, right in front of it.. it didn’t end too well… 

- Cotton Candy and funnel cakes? Taylor are you hungry? Let’s eat! Now you’re on sugar highs and even crazier

- Do you see all the crazy rides and the spooky fun house? Taylor that was crazy!! Let's do it again!! You went on it about 5 more times (he might've gotten sick, no one else needs to know though)

- Now it’s getting dark out, beautiful sunset, and it's time for the ferris wheel ride finally (oooh)

- You guys get on the ferris wheel and slowly start making your way up to the top, chatting about your favorite parts of the day as you see the whole fairgrounds in a different view, the purples, reds, and yellows in the sky mixing together like a bob ross painting (jk jk jk okay let me rewrite that)

- The sunset looked gorgeous as you guys reached the peak of the ferris wheel, and you grabbed your phone out of your pocket for a quick photo

- “Hey Noya do you want to take a picture with me?” “Oh yeah for sure! First date memories!” 

- Little does he know of your secret plan, a great secret plan 

- You extend your arm out and get close to Noya, grinning from ear to ear and take a cute photo with the sunset in the background

- You pull away real quick, “Hey can we take another one real quick?” “You can’t get enough of me Taylor?” 

- So you extend your arm again, get close, but this time right before you take the picture you close your eyes and lightly press your lips against Noya’s cheek 

- Noya’s just sitting there in shock of what’s happened, eyes wide and mouth open, and you’re giggling at his reaction

- You guys eventually make it to the bottom of the ferris wheel, and get out, by then Noya’s out of shock and is grinning ear to ear, begging you to send the pictures to him

- The picture is now both of your phones lock screens and you couldn’t have had a better first date

Bonus: “Yu how was your date?!” “Ryu they kissed me on the cheek!” “WHAT?!”

Yaku Morisuke

- My plan with Yaku was to have him and his s/o go star gazing out in Sendai. In Tokyo you can’t see stars all too well so I figured why not take a train out to Sendai and go stargazing. Reader has a summer house they spend the night at and it goes from there. (NOTHING DIRTY YA NASTIES) 

- I just couldn’t get his character as I was writing it, it felt.. wrong? you could say. So I hope the plan i had is okay :)

[corpse--diem]

Blood On Your Knees | solo

Summary: A plan comes together. When: Sunday, June 7th Guest Starring: @streetharmacist and @detectivedreameater

“You have one week.”

Roy’s voice echoed in her head, followed only by the silence that came with that smirk of his. The one that knew Erin couldn’t fight this. Knew that he and he alone had all of the power between them. And now that Sunday night had arrived, it meant two things: Dale would be due for his weekly pick-up and that her time was up. This was happening. This was really, really fucking happening.

Trying to focus on anything but what she was about to do had been a complete joke. By the time Friday rolled around, she gave up on work all together and put her energies where they needed to be. Planning and preparation was a fluid motion once she let her brain do what it needed to.

When Sunday night came, it was all set. Every part. She was ready. And even if she wasn’t, she had no choice.

Just as Erin predicted, Dale didn’t see the blow coming when he strutted into the funeral home basement like he had every other Sunday before then. One good knock upside the head with the baseball bat laid him flat—no fighting, no bickering, no squirming around the inevitable. She couldn’t afford those kind of mistakes tonight, and she’d been right for thinking that. A cold chill went up her spine when she found the rope alongside the gun on the inside of his jacket. Seemed like Dale had plans tonight, too. She wouldn’t allow her imagination to wreak havoc. Put her nose to the grind and got to work.

It got easier once she cuffed him, rolled his behemoth of a body into a black body bag. Easier. Fucking weird thought too. But he still alive. Just out like a light. The corpse lifts had done the rest of the more backbreaking work for her, and before she knew it, she was slipping him into the back of the hearse. Like any other body on any other day.

The warehouse set up at Finney Docks was just a short drive from there. He’d woken up at some point, which made it easier to slip him inside. Blood dripped profusely from the splinter above his eyebrow. He tried to argue, to fight, to beg for his life--but when she cocked the gun against the back of his skull, for the first time since she’d known him, Dale shut the fuck up. Nic had shown her the very basics of how to handle the pistol in her hands, how to make it do the one thing she needed it to. Enough to handle herself right here and now. And maybe it was the gun, maybe it was the foreboding darkness of the dusty warehouse and a baseball that had struck the fear of God into him good and hard. Maybe he just knew his time was up, but he marched onwards into the building.

“Sit,” she instructed simply, giving him a shove towards one of two metal folding chairs in the center of the large room. Her hands were shaking but she gave no indication of it in her voice. It’ll be over soon, she kept reminding herself. It was her or him. Her or him. Those were the only two options.

His bloody, cracked smile unnerved and disgusted her in equal measures. He must have cracked a tooth or two when he face-planted in the basement earlier. It took him a moment, sluggish and disoriented, but he managed to sit.

“Guess this means you’re breakin’ up with me, sweets?” Dale chuckled until a cough overtook him. Spat blood at her feet. Metal handcuffs rattled against the chair as he struggled to get comfortable. For all his bravado, he was fading a little bit at a time.

There were a thousand things she’d been dying to say to this ogre of a man since the moment she’d figured out what he’d done. What he was going to do to her. And she’d be a liar if she pretended she hadn’t pictured whacking him with her baseball bat months ago. He deserved it. He deserved this--but now that she was faced with this--with him--the only thing she felt right now was sick. Roy’s smirk flashed in front of her again and she steeled up quick. Just get this over with, she told herself. But then his goddamn voice broke through her thoughts.

“Christ almighty. Of all fucking people, it ends with fucking you.” His laugh was low and sardonic now. He knew it was over, just as much as she knew did. Knew he’d gotten himself in too deep to back out. Knew he’d been outsmarted. Dale grit his teeth, trying to hold back his seething while she still had that gun in her hand. He honestly had to wonder if she even knew how to use the damn thing.

Fuck it. If he was gonna go down, he’d go down swinging.

“I guess you wanna know why? That’s why you brought me out here?” He asked. Knowing how this ended didn’t mean he couldn’t at least try to buy himself more time.

Erin shook her head, taking a seat in the other chair across from him. Raised a brow and shook her head. “I really don’t care why,” she shrugged. When it came down to it, it was greed. It was always greed. Greed and fear and idiocy. That’s what had put her father into an early grave, hadn’t it? Her elbows rested on her knee as she leaned forward, the gun still aimed at him. “I brought you out here so no one would hear you scream.” Not her best line, or the most original. Just the honest truth. 

He stiffened at that. Still, another strained laugh overtook him and this time he shook his head. “Oooh, real fuckin’ tough now, aren’t ya?” He craned his neck, taking a glance around, as if somewhere within the shadows would be a way out. “Nah, I don’t mean that. Think it’s pretty obvious.” He dropped his head back, giving it a good roll, easing some of the tension from his neck and shoulders. When no hint of recognition flashed over her face, just more confusion, he gave a hard pause. Oh, perfect. This was the set up he was looking for. Tit for fuckin’ tat.

“Don’t tell me you don’t know about Mama Nichols? The hell was her name. Didi? Deb?” He made a smacking noise with his lips when it came to him. “Diane.” He met her eyes with that question and her face gave her away the second he saw the blood drain from it. She sure as fuck hadn’t expected that.

“Oh, you’ve got no fucking clue.” He gave a heartier laugh this time, throwing his head back.

Erin stood so fast the chair behind her clattered to the ground. “I swear to God, Dale,” she tensed, both hands on the gun as she pointed it just inches from his face.

His smile soured. “I’ll tell ya if you give me a kiss--” he barely had time to make those obnoxious puckering motions before Erin pulled the trigger. She hadn’t meant to--didn’t even think when she did it. Some instinct had been prodded and a white hot bolt shot through her. She dropped her hand and the bullet obliterated his kneecap. The sound was deafening and the shot startled even herself as it gave a little kick. But fuck did his howl of pain sound sweeter than anything she’d heard in months. “Jesus Christ, you crazy fucking bitch!”

Holy fuck, she did that. She shook but didn’t move. Didn’t back off. “Talk,” she shouted above his crying and she pointed to his other knee. That anger was alive, unfolding and taking control. Doing what needed to be done. “NOW,” she instructed, kicking the leg she’d just blown a hole in.

“Your dipshit dad got behind! He--he--” Dale was stuttering, gritting his teeth through the pain, but he made sure to show that he was cooperating. He was still baffled that the mortician had it in her. “Chambers wanted to send a-a message. Fuck. Wanted to make sure he knew his place, that--that this wasn’t some friendly neighborhood loan shark kinda set-up he had going on.” Dale hesitated, taking a moment to holler out another string of obscenities  Found her eyes again just for a second. Something he didn’t want to say was written in every pore, every dark crease filled with dried blood. Knew his time was coming to a close real fucking soon. But she saw it. That fear. He swallowed hard, took a long look at the gun. Now that he knew she wasn’t afraid to use it, he was going to make sure this hurt as much as the fresh new hole in his fucking knee did.

“Last thing his old lady ever saw was my beautiful, shit-eatin’ grin.”

Erin couldn’t breathe. For a few seconds, she genuinely had forgotten how to. Everything was red. All-consuming, molten red.

The whole fucking time--

“You--” the rest of the words caught in her throat. Dale. She slowly lowered the gun as it sunk in. Bile rose in her throat and she was seconds from losing it. And if he hadn’t taken that time to kick the gun out of her hand with his one good leg, she probably would have. It was a stupid, last-ditch effort on his part and he hurled himself at her, slamming her back into the concrete below. Swore she saw actual stars when he slammed his whole head into her face, dizzying her up enough to give him time to hobble a few feet away.

It took some effort but she was on him before he could get even close to the gun or the exit. One good kick to the legs floored him. And another once he was down. Another, and another, one to the gut and another at his head. Her mother’s smile flashed in her mind’s eye and she finally stopped. Had to force herself to stop. No, no, no. He didn’t get to go out like this. This was too easy. Rage had replaced every other quaking emotion inside of her.

Erin caught her breath, wiping a shaking hand over her mouth.There was blood on her lips and she could feel the warm pulse where his bald head had slammed into her cheek. Her other hand waved to the shadows around them, beckoning them forward.

“This is gonna hurt,” she promised.

The element of surprise was an often overlooked thing. But it had its uses, and it had proved very useful for everyone tonight. Because even as Dale lay face down in a pool of his own blood, he hadn’t seen this last surprise coming, had he? How could he have? He had no idea about her. And when she’d stepped from the shadows, pulling them around her like a blanket as her body came back into the world of the visible, his eyes widened in disbelief. Red eyes formed in the room around them and shone directly down at him, a wicked smile below.

Marley walked calmly over to Erin and Dale, sputtering on the ground. She supposed she could’ve stepped in earlier, but this was Erin’s prey, and she was there to act when wanted. If he’d gotten to the door, she was sure she would’ve stepped in-- she wanted to see this man suffer, too. Perhaps not as much as Erin did, especially after that riveting exchange about her mother, but that didn’t change the fact that Marley would relish in destroying a man like Dale. A man who took advantage of those weaker than him. Well, now, he was the weak one.

She didn’t bother with the gun next to her, or the one on her hip.

Instead she kneeled in front of him, grabbed his chin, made sure he was looking directly into her eyes. “I would say I wonder what a man like you fears, Dale,” she cooed, “but I already know.” Still, she let it was through him, over him, consume him. He was crying out within a few seconds and she was smiling. The taste of it was like a fresh spring’s water and she lapped it up.

But it was time, now, and for Erin, she would make sure he suffered. Nothing quick, nothing easy. Her hand smothered his mouth and lips, and as she drew it away slowly, so did she draw away his breath. He gasped and gagged for air, wheezing as his lungs expended themselves. Minutes passed as he gaped for it, inhaling uselessly. His face turning red then blue then pale, eyes searching desperately.

But by the time she stood up straight over him, hand balled into a fist, he had stopped sputtering. She opened her hand and blew into her palm, as if blowing away the ash or dust of his breath. Turned back to look at Erin. “What next?”

In the end, the long sleep came for everyone. Even the fools that thought they were above it. It would get their hands on them and drag them down, one way or the other. The fae had spent a few days ruminating on the concept of mortality and he had to say, Dale’s blood went real well with the Hawaiian shirt he wore. Really brought out the desperation and stupidity in his eyes. Felix wasn’t the type to get up close and personal, even though the knife up his sleeve digressed. He saved that for special occasions. The real black tie events and Dale wasn’t one of them. As angry as he was about missing money, this wasn’t entirely his gig. Not yet. He was content to watch from overhead, arms leaned against the warehouse railing as shadows clung to him.

It was a familiar kinda tragedy that had befallen the Nichols family. Everyone had their moves to make in the great game. Dale had made his and now his knees were blown out. These things happened. Felix liked to guarantee that they did. But Erin, well, she had done all this on her own. Put the pieces together. He smiled from on high as he listened to Dale’s sputtering. What Marley did, she did well. Very well.

He lit a cigarette and took in a long, feel good drag. What a night. Be seeing you, Dale.

A small flame burned in the dark as he headed down the metal stairs. Wandered out from where the shadows draped over him.. Cigarette in hand, he came to stand by Erin as the breaths from the broken came and went.

“A real creative way to make one’s bones. I dig it,” he said, eyes on Erin from between the slight gap of his glasses. At Marley’s question, he smiled thinly. “Y’know, bones ain’t too bad a foundation to start with.”

For all the death Erin in her life, this part—where the lights went out behind a person’s eyes, and suddenly they weren’t a person anymore. This part, that exact moment, was uncharted territory. A morbid fascination kept her eyes locked on Dale, even as Marley strutted from the shadows. There it was again. Fear poured from him in unbridled waves.

Erin pulled one of the seats up, settled in, and watched. Marley was more terrifying than she had anticipated but she appreciated the dedication. She only flinched a little when his screams turned shrill, when he choked through sobs to beg for mercy or for his hell to end.

Had her mother plead for the same thing?

Her fists clenched tightly when Marley went for the killing blow. This part too was fascinating. Watching her work, taking her time in ending it using only her hand as a weapon. Her explanation hadn’t done the actual task justice. Whatever she was doing, she took her time. Made him struggle.

And then she saw it—the lights went out. It was over.

She heard Felix beside her, heard Marley’s question. Her throat was raw and dry and her focus remained on the corpse. There was no relief. No muscle in her unwound and only some of that anger was dissipated with Dale’s last breathe.

This wasn’t over. She didn’t know how or what that meant when it popped into her head, except that it grew louder. Clawing for attention above all other thoughts. Second only to it was Roy Chamber’s smile, slipping in like a weed. But they were waiting on her. She had to say or do something now. The plan. There was a plan. A snap as loud as splintering wood echoed in her head and she pulled herself together. Nodded at Marley, even if that small thanks felt wholly underwhelming in that moment. It was all she could manage. And Felix had his proof. Took care of the problem, just like she’d promised. Roy has his pound of flesh. Erin had gotten more than she’d bargained for from it all. Answers she didn’t know she had questions for. Fuel to a fire.

But it was done. It was all done.

“Not bad at all,” Erin finally spoke, clearing her throat. Her jaw ached and her lip cracked open again. Something to remember him by, she supposed. She stepped towards Dale, gesturing towards the very limb, very heavy shell of a man. A long sigh fell from her as she glanced between the two. “Give me a hand?”

Her night, at least, was far from over.

[origami10]

Ajin chapter 77 thoughts

Spoilers under the cut!

the anxiety of wondering what this chapter will hold  (also everyone should know by know that these posts are mostly just me rambling while taking as long as humanly possible to read the chapter)

okay, reviewing the beginning, I see, I see

“cautions for summer vacation” lmao this would be like getting cautioned for what 2017-2020 would hold back in 2016

I really hope Kei didn’t entirely lose his memory speaking of which, I do not remember WHAT happened last chapter...

I can’t help it, Kei is cute

“doesn’t seem like an act”  oh man if it is though it’ll be perfect

oh man Kei you can’t say “call an ambulance” and not immediately make me think of the beginning when you told the motorcycle dude to do that for Kai

lol, realize something’s wrong when you can’t find your phone

Oh dang Sakurai filled up all two lines of his author’s note!!! It usually takes up 1/20th of the space!! “At the time I’m writing this (in the middle of February), it’s still cold.” lol of course he mentions the weather “I always get really sick once around the end of every year, but last year I went a whole year without getting a cold. I hope this year is like that too, but. I want to play Death Stranding all day.” 

GUN

noooooo Hirasawaaaaa man, was that a long setup.

oh wait, are we going to get an answer to the totally unasked question of “what happens to IBMs/floods when you lose your memory”??

oooh, not good, definitely dead people there

Ogura’s jumping out of that car THERE WAS A NO U-TURN SIGN, Ogura, you of all people, omg

THE LAST CIGARETTE oh dude!!!! We’re gonna find out if Ogura’s an ajin?? Or something cool? (I mean maybe not but)

ah lol I was just talking with our visitor at work yesterday about how Mild Seven cigarettes had to change their name to Mevius because you’re not allowed to imply that tobacco is “mild”  [oh hey FKs WERE mild sevens!!]

I was just about to say “oh, they don’t translate the sound effects? I thought they translated the sound effects” and then I realized I was reading the Japanese version -facepalm- maybe that’s an accomplishment...? (p.s., I never look at sound effects in manga.... :0  

another dead biker, whoop

“I’m forgetting something important” to put it mildly

it is kind of cute- WAIT  huh, I feel like this is what we might expect if Kei had regrown his head, but I don’t think that happened??  any, it’s kind of cute to be reminded what Kei’s like before he knew he was an ajin. If ‘cute’ is the right word.

“how do I know this is a REAL gun”

Sakurai’s giving everyone a reality check here also, ‘student with a gun’ is pretty much the plot of the most recent Makoto Shinkai movie

I do like how Kei is going through a very Kei-esque process of narrowing down what he could possibly be doing despite his lack of memory

noooo the motorcycle

really. you’re really going to run him down AGAIN.

that pose too!! 

oh shit oh shit can you even IMAGINE the amount of faith you’d have to have to do that if you didn’t remember if you were an ajin or not

so this really is a “hey remember the beginning of this series” chapter can’t remember if all of those lines of Ogura’s were in the manga or just the anime

AH STOP, that’s too inspirational!!! Ajin’s definitely ending soon ToT

SAJ YOUR MONTAGE

ToT

ahhhhh the rain chapter X000000

Tosaki!!!

oh gosh all the feels

okay so maybe nothing happened this chapter, but it’s definitely gotta be one of the best chapters

[fresh-outta-jams]

Can You Hear Me?-Part 1

Johnny x Reader Author: MoRo

Prompt: Oooh okayy, I'd like to request some Johnny fluff please? Like maybe a soulmate au 

Summary: You were unconcerned about soulmate things because getting it was the end of your final year in collage and time was counting down until graduation. But what happens when your soulmate suddenly appears right before your finals exams and it turns out he's been there for much longer than you knew? Having your soulmate in your head was not something you needed but the more you get to know him, the more you appreciate him being there. College!Johnny x reader

Note: I’M ALIVE YALL. So while Admin Mo is taking a hiatus so I’m not interfering, I finally wrote a little bit more when I was in Korea and have started a NCT Johnny x reader fic that was requested a while ago. I’m not sure how many parts there will be or how frequently I’ll be able to get them out but I have a few lined up! Warnings: Just fluff? Word Count: 2.1k

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You didn't have time to be concerned with soulmate things. It was your final semester in college and that meant crunch time. But rest of your friends had their soulmate mark and were anxious for you to get yours. You, on the other hand, were not because a soulmate meant time away from studying for your final exams and your medical school entrance exams. You mean you did want one but you've accepted that right now was probably not the best time.

"So... anything today?" Your friend Maeve asked. She had gotten her soulmate mark 2 years ago during your sophomore year. It was their first words, tattooed down her right thigh in beautiful script. Her soulmate was a cute human being from a few countries away whom she fatefully met when the both of them were on a volunteer trip that combined groups from different schools.

You look up from your notebook and pull your glasses off the top of your head, settling them back on the bridge of your nose. "Nope and I still don't care right now." You give her a look.

She sighs and runs her hands through her hair. "I know. I know. I'm just concerned. Maybe if you had a soulmate you'd take better care of yourself. Like they could help you relax and stop studying so much because you clearly do not listen to me." You put your notebook down with a sigh and look at your best friend.

"Don't worry about me. I'm fine. Really, I promise. Besides what if I'm one of those few who don't have a soulmate?" You lean back in your chair and cross your arms across your chest.

Maeve leans forward, "I don't believe you. And I highly doubt that. That like never happens and we're still young. They're out there, somewhere."

You give her a soft reassuring smile. "I love you Maeve but you're more concerned than I am. You worry too much about it."

Glancing at your watch, you see there's a few minutes before your next class starts. "Shit Maeve, I've gotta run. Anatomy starts in like 5 minutes." You quickly pack up all your stuff and book it to the science hall.

Breathless, you slide into your seat with 2 minutes to spare. Pulling out your notebook and pencil, you wait for the professor to begin their lecture.

After class, you head back to your dorm apartment to study for the Anatomy test you have tomorrow. You like anatomy but there's so much memorization and awkward wording of everything in the body. As the hours grow late, you get more and more worried about the test. You try to concentrate harder despite your need to sleep and the bobbing of your tired head.

"I've been trying to keep it in so I don't bother you but I just can't anymore. Stop worrying about the test. I've learned more from listening to you studying than I have all semester. It'll be fine. You need to go to sleep." A voice says.

Your head snaps up and you look around your room. There's no one in the room except you. But you swore you heard a voice. "Who's there?" You quietly ask the darkness. There's no reply back. You rub your eyes and go back to studying, a bit unnerved.

You wake up with your cheek stuck to your anatomy book and your eyes heavy with sleep. Stretching, you look around glancing at the clock. Then it sinks in and you bolt up, spine stiff. Dread pools in your stomach. 

It's three in the afternoon.

Your anatomy class was at noon. 

You missed it. You missed the test.

Standing up abruptly, you knock over your chair and grip your head. "Oh my God, oh my god, oh my god. I missed the test! I can't believe I fell asleep! What do I do!?" You freak out. You prided yourself on never missing a class, but now that record was ruined.

Your heart races, beating loud in your ears, and your breathing becomes shallow like you've just ran a marathon.

"Hey hey hey... it's alright. It’s alright." A soothing deep voice says in your head. "Just email your professor and say you got sick." 

Then an equaling calming feeling suddenly washes over you like someone wrapping their arms around you and envelops you. It calms your racing thoughts a bit. You feel as though there's a gentle presence with you even though you are all alone in your room.

"H-hello?" You say softly out loud, heart still pounding in your ears.

"Hi. Do you feel better?" The voice says again in your head.

"A little but I'm confused..." You say out loud again.

"Oh my goodness, I didn't even introduce myself. I'm Johnny." The voice says. "I'm your soulmate and I think we can communicate by thoughts and maybe feelings too."

Your jaw drops and everything goes silent for a minute. "S-soulmate? I didn't think I had one..." You think, feeling weird like as if you're talking to yourself.

"Oh I know me too. But here we are. So soulmate do you have a name or do I think of a cute nickname for you?" The voice says lightly. You can practically hear his teasing tone.

"O-oh I'm sorry. I'm Y/N." You respond. You can feel something tighten in your mind, almost like a bond that snaps into place.

Through that bond, you can feel his smile and an appreciative rumble. "Hmm Y/N. That's a pretty name." He says again in that deep voice, making you blush and get all warm. It's such an odd yet automatic reaction.

You touch your cheeks and try to will it down, as if he can see you blushing. "T-thanks." You say softly down the bond. Then something hits you. "Johnny..." You say testing his name out. "Was that you last night who told me to stop worrying about my test?"

You hear an adorable laugh come down the bond. "Yeah that was me. Sorry for scaring you. I was going to wait until you had a breather to let you know I was here but you were studying so hard last night and all those thoughts were getting blasted into my head so I couldn't sleep. Plus it was late and you needed to sleep too."

"Ahh...I see. Well thank you I guess." You say gently, nodding. 

Johnny laughs a little again at your gentleness. "That's alright. I'm glad I got to meet you now though instead of just awkwardly lurking and listening but never saying anything." He admits.

"What do you mean?" You ask.

"Our soulmate bond actually happened a while ago like a few months ago. But I was nervous to talk to you and then I gathered that you were a medical kid and going into exams based off your thoughts so I didn't want to bother you so you could study without distractions..." He trails off, getting shy now.

Now you giggle softly. "He's sweet." You think to yourself, hoping he can't hear your every thought. Then you remember your missed test and the anxiety sweeps back through you. But Johnny's words come back to you. So you pull out your computer and compose an email to your professor, saying you were sick and asking if you could retake the test at a later date. Once that was done, you felt a little better.

Your mind was awfully quiet now that Johnny seemed to have gone away for a little bit. It was weird, you had gone all your life without someone else in your head and now that there was, it was empty without him. Like you could feel an emptiness now. 

Was this was it feels like to have a soulmate?

You send a thought to Johnny wondering where he went. "So what do we now..?" You ask him.

You feel his presence pop back in. "Oh sorry, I had to take care of something...Well we could talk about ourselves. Get to know one another." He suggested. You nodded, "Yeah that's a good idea."

Johnny then started to tell you some about himself. "Well umm.. I'm an only child, my favorite color is blue, watermelon is my favorite fruit, I'm an Aquarius, my friends say I tell bad jokes but I think I'm funny." He laughs a little at that but then continues on, "And umm... I like to play volleyball. I live and go to college in Chicago. I'm like 6'1"ish... Oh and I can finish a whole large pizza by myself!"

You get bombarded with all these little facts about your soulmate and it's honestly adorable how much he likes to talk. You could listen to his voice forever. So that's what you do. You just listen as Johnny talks.

Johnny realizes you've been quiet for a while and how long he’s been talking. "Oh I'm so sorry Y/N, I have a bad habit of just talking and talking. I'll stop now, tell me about you." You can feel his embarrassment down the bond. You laugh a little, sending the twinkling feeling down the bond where it hits straight into Johnny's heart. 

"Oh my god her laugh is adorable." He thinks to himself, face growing warm.

"No, no it's alright, I like listening. And you have a nice voice. Like a radio or a talk show host voice." You tell him, breaking through his thought and pulling him back into your conversation. 

Johnny was glad you can't see him right now because he was blushing hardcore. First your laugh, now you calling his voice cute. He holds his cheeks in his hands, feeling them burning.

You take his silence as your cue to speak so you begin to tell him about yourself. You talk about your family, your favorite color, your favorite foods, and your hobbies.

For hours you two talk and talk about everything and anything under the sun. You wanted to never stop talking to him. But then he had to go. "Hey Y/N I would love to talk forever with you but I have to get to bed." He says regretfully.

You feel a pang of something in your heart but you understand. "That's alright. You need to sleep. Oh but I won't wake you right with my thoughts? Like what happened last night." You ask concerned since you don't know how complex your soulmate bond is.

You hear Johnny's chuckling. "No babe you won't wake me. If you direct your thoughts at me, that's when I can hear you. I can't hear your every thought but I think I heard those thoughts yesterday because you were freaking out and concentrating so hard so for some reason I could hear them. That’s how I could hear your thoughts a few months ago." He explains.

"Ah okay, I'll try not to freak out or concentrate so hard to wake you...Sleep well Johnny." You tell him as he goes silent in your mind.

You don't even register that he called you babe until after you can feel his presence is gone, leaving you feeling empty again. "H-he called me babe..." And oddly enough, it didn't weird you out. It felt like it just naturally rolled off his tongue without a second thought. You realized you loved the sound of it.

The sound of your phone ringing breaks your attention away from the words of your soulmate. You snatch up your phone and look at the caller id. It was Maeve. You slid the green phone icon over, connecting the call.

"Yo Y/N, I'm hungry let's go get dinner." Maeve's voice floats out of your phone speakers.

"Okay, I'm in my room. I'll be down in a few. Oh and I've got to tell you something too!" You can barely keep your excitement about Johnny in as you get around for dinner.

"Oh really?" You can practically hear Maeve's eyebrow raise.

"Yeah..." You giggle.

"Well hurry up and you can tell me. I'm already in the lobby." A hangry Maeve says.

"I'm coming, I'm coming." You tell her, trying not to be slow when she's hangry.

Soon after you end the call with a hangry Maeve, you meet up in the lobby and go to dinner. At dinner you spill your secret, unable to keep it in. There’s a huge smile on your face. 

"WHAT!?" Maeve yells loudly and slams her hands on the table. "Is that why you've been ignoring my texts all day?"

You smile again, "I'm sorry Maeve... it's just so weird to have a soulmate now. I thought I was going to be alone forever... but now all I want to do is talk to him all day."

Maeve rolls her eyes. "Says the one who was so against having a soulmate. Now you see what I've been trying to tell you!" Your best friend smiles big back at you. "I'm so happy for you Y/N."

Rest of dinner you talk about Johnny and the day you've had. You go to bed that night with a light heart and a smile on your face.

[timedriving]

DocRip for the Ship meme because it sounds cute af

send me a ship and i’ll tell you… ( accepting )

who hogs the duvet they share. rip doesn’t move much, the doctor doesn’t move much, and so the duvet stays blissfully where it is... and so does rip’s face where it’s buried itself in the doctor’s back or his chest, his arms wrapped firm around him. i don’t think either of them sleep much, but in the moments that they both manage to do it at the same time, rip savours it immensely

who texts/rings to check how their day is going rip checks in more often, but only because he’s less of a scatterbrain and remembers to do these things at a semi-regular basis. the doctor doesn’t always reply right away (but honestly, the tardis has always been a bit odd about receiving messages), but when he does rip often gets an incredibly long reply, which he’ll-- embarrassingly-- read several times before finally writing back although sometimes he reads it several times because he has to reprocess everything the doctor’s written. even his writing is incredibly excitable and sort of resembles a stream of consciousness sort of thing

who’s the most creative when it comes to gifts the doctor, hands down. and it’s not always physical stuff-- though he does like to bring souvenirs when he comes back from periods or places that rip’s never been to (which are a lot!), and rip lovingly places them in his office on a special shelf that’s just for the doctor’s stuff for him. anyway, the doctor’s creative in that he goes from physical gifts to gifts that are experiences to gifts that are just, you know, leaving a sweet voicemail that isn’t intended to be especially sweet or anything, but ends up being sweet anyway because of the way the doctor’s mind works. when he thinks of rip even a little bit he ends up thinking of rip a lot, and it makes for the most embarrassing things to listen to... but only because rip doesn’t know what to do with all these admiring feelings towards him it makes him wish he were better at the whole gift thing in return. he’ll probably never beat the doctor at it (especially with the frequency that gifts are given), but he’s probably given a fairly rough poem or two here and there... or a sketch of the doctor he’s drawn from memory...

who gets up first in the morning the doctor gets up earlier than him and it’s surreal. rip isn’t used to being the one that’s surprised in the morning, and he probably will never be; fortunately, he’s so attuned to the doctor’s voice that he never feels panicked when he is woken... even if the doctor’s sort of flailing about excitedly and rip’s half-asleep mind is just struggling to catch up with all of it the doctor likes rip all freshly woken up; he’s a lot more honest when he’s groggy, what with how he isn’t conscious of what he says or what he sounds like. rip’s also a lot more mushy, and it’s funny in an endearing way seeing him whinge about wanting the doctor to just come back to bed already

who suggests new things in bed the doctor, probably? rip’s tastes are fairly simple, and the doctor’s probably seen way more shit in his 1000ish years of life through time and space. but then they’re both simple in terms of what satisfies them; neither of them really need much? it’s usually just to spice things up here and there, and sometimes it isn’t even overtly sexual or inappropriate (“what if we rode a roller coaster fifteen times-- i think the adrenaline would make the sex after incredible” “...okay” and then rip ends up too dizzy to nail him and the doctor has to pat his back). either way, rip is pretty open-minded, so it’s not like it’s especially difficult

who cries at movies oooh, i feel like they’re both... not the type to cry at films? like they’re both removed enough from these sorts of things that they don’t have enough context to cry about it? rip is probably the first human companion that doesn’t question the doctor even a little when he doesn’t get the deeper humany-wumany emotional details of things... because honestly, rip doesn’t get it either when the movie is so far removed from him he can’t feel any proper attachment to anything. useless

who gives unprompted massages the doctor’s more likely to try doing it unprompted; rip always asks first, and even then i imagine the doctor has to teach him how to do it the first time or so to get his good spots (but after being corrected once here and there, rip picks it up pretty easily!) anyway, the doctor’s pretty good at easing in from gradual touch to, like, serious massaging, so rip doesn’t feel too surprised by it. it’s kind of surreal. also, rip never notices how tense he is until the doctor fixes it... what a wise guy

who fusses over the other when they’re sick rip finds it funny in a sort of silly way that the doctor fusses about him. but then the doctor wouldn’t be so fussy if rip was just a better patient!! rip never friggin’ sleeps properly though, and he always argues about wanting to do some work first before getting his bed rest, and the doctor is like “rip hunter, you are an incredible human, one of the best, but you can’t be the best any more if you get sicker and sicker, all right?” and it’s. it’s so disarming, that the doctor is so kind in this way, and so despite the fact he’s grumbling about it rip does, in fact, get some sleep for him, sheesh

who gets jealous easiest probably rip. it’s intimidating having a partner that’s as old and experienced and worldly (universely?) as the doctor, and sometimes he does worry he’s inadequate for him, which sort of translates to some, uh, unfortunate jealousy here and there. he doesn’t need to be reassured constantly or anything, and it’s not something that makes him angry with the doctor and what not, but it’s there. and he gets a bit tense, sometimes. and the way his eye twitches whenever someone openly flirts with his time lord is something that the doctor notices every time, silly captain hunter no lie, though, rip does like being reminded that he’s the doctor’s favourite. he’s simple. let him be

who has the most embarrassing taste in music i don’t think they have enough understanding of the concept of embarrassment due to music taste to really feel it?? rip’s interested in whatever nonsense the doctor likes to show him, always, and the doctor thinks rip’s eclectic collection of human music is a fascinating way to show how music on earth’s evolved over the years. it’s very honest and wholesome

who collects something unusual they’re both! stupid! collectors! but really, rip’s souvenir hoarding’s got nothing on the doctor’s, but given that the doctor’s breadth and scope of adventuring is a lot wider than rip’s is, the doctor has a significantly larger collection. i think by virtue of that the doctor’s got more unusual things. i like to imagine that he has the equivalent of “getting a starbucks mug from every country you’ve been to” in like... universal terms. probably there are planets out there that have the alien equivalent of starbucks? the doctor with universal starbucks mugs is really cute rip’s most diverse collection is his collection of cereal and various other confectionaries... he has a special time chamber/time lock thing that prevents the contents from ageing and he keeps all that stupid stuff there

who takes the longest to get ready the doctor ALWAYS has to look fly, down to the way his hair is styled, and he tries out new things here and there that rip himself has no inclination towards. rip wears the same clothes, like, all the time, as in same shirt same waistcoast same trousers same hairstyle same beard cut and what not, so he doesn’t have to think much or do much to maintain it as opposed to the doctor’s more ~unique tastes

who is the most tidy and organised rip, i think! in fact, first time he was on the tardis he tried to fix a few things, but then he found out rather quickly that she likes to behave in whatever way she pleases, so he... doesn’t do much any more, save for fixing about the room that the doctor decided was his whenever he chooses to stay over. but then whenever he decides to stay over the doctor also stays in the same room like the goofball he is, so i mean. they end up making a bit of a mess sometimes, anyway

who gets most excited about the holidays the doctor knows SO many holidays! so many! in so many different places and times! and he’s different from rip in the sense that he’s actually celebrated them at least once in his life! rip is fortunate that the doctor chooses not to share the more boring holidays with him, but the ones with festivals or parties or gifts or bright lights or good food and stuff? yeah, rip is getting a crash course in all of them and rip’s not much for interacting with too many people at once, so for the livelier holidays he does like to hang back after he’s reached his threshold of dealing with other people and just watch the doctor have the time of his life. occasionally he will even draw the doctor partaking in these festivities... he always looks so happy

who is the big spoon/little spoon rip quite likes being the big spoon in this scenario. the doctor is so much smaller than him, it’s kind of addicting to hold him and be able to press his face into his hair, or his shoulder, or his back. rip’s also incredibly fond of listening to those twin heartbeats of his; somehow it’ll always be a little surreal, but it’s fitting for a man so full of life, isn’t it? there is just this mutual safety in it, and a sense of honour when rip considers who he’s holding. the doctor could be the most dangerous being in the universe if he chose to be, and rip is here holding him in some metaphorical act of protecting him (even if it’s more likely that the doctor will save his ass more than the other way around) also it’s fun teasing the doctor a little with his touches when rip spoons him... sorry he’s trash.............

who gets most competitive when playing games and/or sports oh no... i think they are both pretty competitive, and it can get pretty intense! these two probably have the most exciting chess games ever, frankly, and it’s kind of funny how they both get some form of adrenaline rushes, but they’re both geniuses aware of their intelligence who like feeling mentally challenged, aren’t they? i also think the doctor appreciates being able to play chess with someone who matches his smarts as well as rip does, even though the doctor tends to beat him more often than the opposite outcome cards can also get straight up hostile sometimes. LMFAO

who starts the most arguments rip has a shorter temper of the two, but when the doctor gets mad he’s WAY more dangerous... that being said i don’t think they argue much besides shallow, playful ribbing of the couple sort just to be shits to each other?? probably the worst thing they could argue about would be for something dangerous and it being, like, “you should stay here where it’s safe!” “no i’ll come with you” “NO YOU’LL STAY” rip’s probably most argumentative about not being left behind, though. definitely. and he’s a growling, stupid dog about it, too

who suggests that they buy a pet the doctor suggests it, and the pet that the doctor suggests is in no way familiar to rip’s earthly traditions. LOL. they’re here with a single-celled, six-winged, alien bird-like sort of thing and it barely needs to be taken care of, and rip can’t pronounce the name the doctor’s given it, so it has a nickname that his sad human mouth and tongue are capable of forming. the pet survives quite nicely in the tardis too, incidentally?? rip is able to teach it tricks somehow with the use of clicking his tongue and whistling and the doctor picks up the technique but not the bird’s cooperation... so unfair. what do you do to make her listen to you, rip!!!

what couple traditions they have they like to leave each other messages in time! in a kind of ridiculous way of like, if rip meets the doctor’s future self in the middle of a mission, he’ll be sure to leave something for his past/present self to find when he eventually gets to that point in his time, you know? the doctor does the same thing. it’s a fun kind of tag along mini scavenger hunt sort of thing, and since history-altering interactions with a time lord don’t seem to ruin the stability of space-time, it’s a fun thing for rip especially

what tv shows they watch together not much... rip doesn’t care about television? i don’t think the doctor does, either. they’ll give a series a try, and maybe there’s something here and there that they end up liking (i am leaning towards westerns?? also the doctor WILL call rip “sheriff” at some point just to tease him and rip will be like *PING!* and the doctor’s never going to let him forget it, just so that’s clear), but it’ll take them AGES to finish because the doctor is incapable of binge-watching anything without getting bored of it halfway through

what other couple they hang out with the ponds i don’t... know really?? maybe martin and clarissa; i like the idea of the doctor and rip joining their trivia nights! and the doctor suggests being the one to come up with trivia questions at some point and rip has to remind him “nobody on earth will know the answer to that, that’s not fair” whilst the doctor is like “hmmmm, it’s their fault for not being better universal students, though” and rip just laughs... that’s his silly time lord...

how they spend time together as a couple besides the adventures they go on? rip is SUPER interested whenever the doctor does any tune-ups for the tardis, and he’s smart enough and talented enough in the engineering biz that he’s not useless when he does it. rip will never know all the secrets to the tardis-- the doctor will never teach him everything, and rip himself won’t be particularly pushy about having to learn it all either-- but he will know enough that the doctor can ask him for help with the more common issues and needs and rip can do them easily without asking for advice

who made the first move the doctor, absolutely, which isn’t to say that rip had never started to develop feelings, but when you grow up idolising the time lords and the culture of gallifrey and then suddenly find yourself able to spend time with the most legendary one of them all, it’s kind of hard to move past that concept that “oh god, he’s so much better than me, it’s not like he’ll see anything in me more than friendship, is it?” i don’t think the doctor is blind, but he isn’t completely sure if rip likes him in that way or if he’s just misreading things? but in the end it is, in fact, the doctor who goes the extra mile, and then rip just loses his whole mind and needs some serious self-control when he finds out he’s allowed to kiss the doctor in this way

who brings flowers home aw man... i like to think the doctor surprises him with it in an attempt to court him in a human way. and though rip isn’t a regular human he does know what flowers symbolise, and it gets to him because... aw, man, he got him flowers! one day it is going to be flowers from a planet that isn’t earth, and rip-- in all his tendencies to keep comfort items-- will end up pressing every flower he gets and keeping them in scrapbooks he thinks he’s being sneaky about it and the doctor doesn’t know, but... the doctor definitely knows that rip’s a sentimental bastard, and that’s wh he keeps giving him this stuff

who is the best cook is rip surprised that the doctor cooks better than him? he is not. what he is surprised by is the fact that the doctor can handle food with as much seasoning as rip needs, because he’s so used to having to adjust to other people’s “normal” tastebuds instead of them adjusting to the fact he needs killer amounts of seasoning to be able to taste anything no offence to his adoptive mum, but in objective terms of taste alone, the doctor might make better food than she does... i don’t think rip’s eaten as often as he eats with the doctor in ages, too

[queenofcats17]

Snatcher Fails At Being Human

I’m diving back into writing a story for @teenytinyhatkid because of this. And also this. This too. So here’s Snatcher being a disaster. 

Snatcher didn’t have many friends. He tended to keep to himself most of time, trying to convince himself that it was better that way. Of course, Hat Kid had decided that he needed to get out more, so he’d started getting dragged to the dock to meet with her little friend Bow. That was where he’d seen her, the red-haired woman who sold flowers by the dock. Well, Bow said they were flowers at least. Snatcher had never seen flowers like the one this woman sold. Still, he found himself captivated by her. She was so pretty, with her hair as bright as the coral reefs and the funny scales on her face. Not to mention her sharp tongue and quick wit. Snatcher had no desire to enter any kind of romantic relationship, but he did find himself wanting to be friends with this strange woman.

“You should talk to her!” Hat Kid suggested when he accidentally let slip his thoughts one day. 

“It’s too dangerous, kid,” Snatcher replied almost immediately. “Humans are unpredictable.”

“But Bow’s not unpredictable.” Hat Kid insisted. “Not all humans are bad.”

“We have to be careful.” Snatcher leaned back against a rock and folded his arms, signaling that the conversation was now over. Hat Kid narrowed her eyes, puffing out her cheeks in a pout. 

“You’re no fun.” She huffed.

She continued to bring up the strange flower lady every day since she knew it was possible to wear Snatcher down through sheer perseverance. One day, she brought it up when she and Snatcher were meeting with Bow. 

“You mean Peony?” Bow asked, tilting her head to the side. 

“Do you...know her?” Snatcher tried not to sound too eager. 

“I mean, kind of?” Bow shrugged. “We talk sometimes because we’re both here a lot.”

“Is she...nice?”

“Why are you asking about her?” Bow narrowed her eyes, leaning closer with a suspicious look on her face. 

“He has a crush on her!” Hat Kid proudly proclaimed.

“I do not!” Snatcher sputtered, immediately going bright red. “I just want to pet her hair and sniff her flowers!” Upon realizing he’d said that out loud, he groaned and hid his face in his hands. “Please pretend you didn’t hear that.”

When he finally removed his hands and looked up, both Bow and Hat Kid had giant grins on their faces. He’d known that showing weakness was a bad choice. Now they were never going to let him live it down. Almost immediately, he tried to flee. But Hat Kid caught him by the arm and refused to let go. 

“You need to talk to her!” She tried to drag him back. “Bow can help! She knows humans!”

“And there’s that thing that Moonjumper used to become human to visit me when I was sick,” Bow added. “So you could use that to talk to her as a human!”

“It’ll be great!” Hat Kid insisted. Snatcher stopped trying to escape. He hadn’t considered that. If he made himself human for the duration of his meeting with the florist, she’d never know he was a mer. It would be fine.

“Fine.” He said. “But if this goes south, I’m bailing. Got it?”

“Got it.” Both Hat Kid and Bow did mock salutes.

In retrospect, Bow probably should have known that Snatcher had absolutely no idea how to act human. Moonjumper could blend in better due to his experience with humans, but Snatcher was absolutely clueless. The first thing he did upon being turned human was to just set off toward the dock, completely naked.

“Hey! No!” Bow shrieked, scrambling after him. “You can’t just walk around naked!” Snatcher turned back to her, brow furrowed and head tilted to the side. 

“Why not?”

“Humans don’t do that!” Bow stamped her foot, throwing a pair of pants at his head. 

“That’s stupid,” Snatcher grumbled, but he put on the pants nonetheless. It took a few tries for him to get them on since he wasn’t used to having two legs, (he fell on his face quite a few times during this process) but he finally got them on.

“Happy?” He asked, putting his hands on his hips.

“...Sure.” Bow would have preferred to get a shirt on him too, but she had a feeling that wasn’t going to happen.

“Okay. Let’s go.” She gestured for Snatcher to follow her. He did not do this, instead deciding to wander away from her in order to inspect the dock. The first thing he did was steal a fish from a fisherman’s cart.

“Hey! What do you think you’re doing?!” The fisherman bellowed, although Snatcher paid the man no mind and took a big bite of the fish. 

“I’m so sorry.” Bow apologized to the fisherman before rounding on Snatcher. “You can’t just steal from people like that!”

“Was hungry,” Snatcher mumbled through a mouthful of fish guts. Bow tried not to gag at the sight. Unfortunately for her, that wasn’t going to be the last thing Snatcher stole (or tried to steal). He was drawn to every shiny thing on the dock, picking them up and trying to take them before being yelled at by both Bow and whoever he’d tried to steal from. It didn’t help that Snatcher could only really speak broken English. He was clearly frustrated by this, which usually ended with him spitting out whatever human curses he knew and going back to the fish he’d stolen. He also bit people. A lot. 

By the time they reached Peony, Bow was exhausted. Her voice was hoarse from yelling at Snatcher, she’d been apologizing to everyone, and her wallet was considerably lighter because Snatcher had broken quite a few of the objects he’d tried to steal. Peony looked up when Bow entered her periphery.

“You look awful.” She said. “What happened?” Then she noticed Snatcher standing behind Bow. An adult man, shirtless, without shoes, eating a raw fish. An adult shirtless man without shoes eating a raw fish who, upon seeing her, stared at her with what she almost thought was a lovestruck expression. Nope. Not creepy at all. 

“Uh...Who’s your friend?”

“This is Snatcher.” Bow managed a nervous smile. “He’s, um, trying to make new friends.” 

“I...see...” Peony leaned back slightly. “He’s certainly got an...interesting fashion sense.”

“Yeah...” Bow’s smile looked a little forced now as she internally screamed.

“You’re pretty!” Snatcher blurted out, shoving the half-eaten fish toward Peony.

“Why...Why is he holding out a fish to me?” Peony asked. Her eyes were narrowed, both in confusion and slight distrust. 

“Gift,” Snatcher said, smiling. Oooh. His teeth were still all sharp and weird. His smile honestly looked kind of horrifying. But he seemed so proud of himself. Humans liked food, right? Fish was food. She’d be happy to get this food!

“Thaaanks...” Peony grimaced. “But I’m good. I just ate.” Snatcher let his arm drop. He looked like a kicked puppy. 

“I’m sure she appreciates the gift.” Bow assured him. “But huma-, um, people don’t usually eat raw fish.”

“Why?” Snatcher took another bite of the fish. “Fish is good.”

“Not raw it isn’t.” Peony said. “Unless it’s sushi.” She said the last part quietly enough that Snatcher missed it.

"It was a nice gift.” Bow awkwardly patted the small of Snatcher’s back, as it was all she could reach. Snatcher was disappointed that the flower lady hadn’t wanted his fish, but if humans didn’t like raw fish he’d try another route.

“I like...your flowers.” He tried once more. “They’re...pretty.”

“Thanks.” Peony relaxed a bit. “Do you want to buy one?” Snatcher reached out, his hand hovering over a red one that reminded him of Peony’s hair. 

“I’ll pay for it.” Bow sighed heavily, dragging out her wallet. She’d almost burned through all the spending money her mother had given her.

“Well, if you’re the one who’s paying, you get a discount.” Peony gave her a wink. “Can’t be ripping off one of my best customers.” Bow looked up, almost on the verge of tears.

“Thank you.” She squeaked, throwing herself onto Peony. Peony laughed and hugged the little girl, patting her back. While she did this, Snatcher picked up the flower he’d been eyeing and put it in his mouth.

“Whoa!” Peony’s eyes widened. 

“What? What did he do?” Bow whipped around. The stem of the flower was still sticking out of Snatcher’s mouth. There was a petal stuck to his cheek, mixed in with the scales and general....fishiness. 

“We don’t eat flowers!” Bow scolded him. 

“I mean, they’re edible.” Peony shrugged. “It probably doesn’t taste good though.”

“Doesn’t.” Snatcher spat out the stem. Bow sighed heavily, playing with the hem of her sweater in an attempt to assuage her nervousness and general frustration with the mer.

“So, this guy wants to make new friends, huh?” Peony watched as Snatcher went back to looking curiously at the flowers. “So why’d you bring him to me?”

“He wanted to talk to you.” Bow explained. “My friend said he’s been watching you, but he’s been too shy to come actually talk to you.”

“So, what? He’s been stalking me?” Peony raised an eyebrow. 

"He’s just....awkward?” Bow struggled to find the words. “And he said he wants to be friends with you? He’s not interested in a relationship or anything.” She and Peony looked at Snatcher. He was trying to eat the flowers again.

"He seems pretty weird.” Peony said. 

“He’s definitely weird.” Bow started fidgeting with her sweater again. “I’m really sorry.”

“Well, I guess he seems harmless enough.” Peony shrugged. Harmless was not exactly the word Bow would use to describe Snatcher, but at least Peony seemed to kind of like him. Maybe this would get Snatcher to be less weird and isolated. 

“So...Could I bring him back?” Bow asked hopefully. 

“Sure.” Peony said. “But maybe get him a shirt next time.”

“I’ll...see what I can do.” She wasn’t sure how well the suggestion would go down with Snatcher, but she’d give it a try. 

Suddenly, she heard some panicked cawing. Snatcher had discarded his fish and was now trying to wrangle a seagull, presumably to eat. 

“HEY! NO!” Bow ran over. “DON’T DO THAT!”

Peony stifled a laugh. Bow certainly knew how to pick ‘em. She worried about that kid sometimes. Bow always seemed to get in trouble because she was too nice for her own good. At least someone seemed to be looking out for her. Peony remembered that scarred man she’d seen Bow with. He seemed nice.

“SNATCHER! SPIT IT OUT!” Bow shrieked, trying to drag Snatcher back. Peony sighed. She might as well help.