#every time i have to imagine what'd it'd be like to be in a room with 700 people who know about all my dumb yelling online

[snekdood]

ok now im just angry that i have 700 followers

[mysteryshoptls]

SR Jade Leech Lab Coat Personal Story: Part 1

"It simply means I love them"

Part 1 (Part 2)

[Octavinelle Dorm – Jade's Room]

Jade: Whew. I discovered many new things on my mountain stroll today.

Jade: There were wild flora growing where there was not any the day prior, and I also encountered creatures I had never seen before…

Jade: This is why I find the mountains to be utterly fascinating. I never tire of it, even after hiking it day after day…

Floyd: Oh hey～ Welcome back, Jade～ What'd you bring back… Ew!

Floyd: Ughhh, you picked up something weird again.

Jade: It is not anything weird.

Jade: It is a genuine, edible mushroom.

Floyd: Go throw it out right now.

Floyd: I told ya I hate shiitake mushrooms. Why'd you bring it back?

Jade: This is not a shiitake mushroom. This is a different type of mushroom altogether.

Floyd: Don't care, still hate it.

Floyd: All you've been making for dinner recently's been mushroom dishes, I'm sick of it.

Jade: You're sick of it…? It's only been 10 days or so, has it not?

Jade: That is nowhere near close enough to fully appreciate the wonders of the mountain bounty.

Floyd: Nope, don't need more. I hate it!

Floyd: What's your club again, the "Mountain Lover's Club" or whatever? Don't drag me into your weird club activities, already.

Floyd: I'm definitely not gonna eat that thing, so.

Jade: What a pity. And I was able to harvest such a large bounty… What should I do with this?

Floyd: Put 'em back where they came from.

Jade: I couldn't possibly… It would be cruel to abandon them on the mountains.

Floyd: It'd be fine. I bet they'd be happier living the rest of their little mushroom lives on the mountain.

Jade: I absolutely cannot do something as cruel as throw them away.

Jade: …I know. I shall bring these to the cafeteria and have them use these in their dishes.

Floyd: Ehhh. Ain't it crueler to eat 'em?

Jade: It simply means I love them so much, I just want to eat them up.

Floyd: Man, sometimes I don't get what you're on about, Jade～

[Cafeteria]

―The next day

[rabble, rabble]

Floyd: Time to eat～

Floyd: You finally got rid of all that icky food, so I'm totally gonna eat a ton of something other than mushrooms.

Jade: When you're this adamant, I cannot help but start to feel a little hurt.

Floyd: Liar～ You don't care at all.

Jade: Fufufu.

Jade: Let me see, on today's lunch buffet… I see there's only a single mushroom dish.

Jade: It seems the ingredients I provided them became a "mushroom risotto."

Floyd: 'Kay, then that's what I'm definitely not gonna touch.

Jade: How depressing. …Now, let’s find a seat.

Lilia: …What's that, Silver, did you get a risotto again today?

Silver: Yes, I did.

Lilia: That's all you ever choose to eat, huh.

Lilia: You're here in the outside world now, you know. Why don't you try livening up your plate a little bit?

Silver: I find it troublesome to make those choices.

Silver: I do like risottos. And I do not mind if I eat the same thing every day.

Lilia: But there's so many other delicious foods out there… Well, do as you please. Time to eat.

Silver: Yes, lets.

Silver: …

Silver: …?

Lilia: …Hm? What's wrong, Silver, you've frozen mid-scoop.

Silver: Th…This risotto…

Lilia: What is it, Silver? …What is poisoned, by some chance!?

Silver: It's...

Lilia: Silver, hang in there!

Silver: It's...

Silver: It's delicious!!!

Lilia: Huh, what, so it's fine?!

Lilia: Why are you making a fuss over something like that? Did they change the seasonings on it, or something?

Silver: Not at all. The seasoning is the same as always, however, the mushroom texture is much more robust than usual.

Silver: It is completely different from the mushroom they had yesterday… I wonder if perhaps these are fresher.

Lilia: How should I know? Could it just be your imagination?

Silver: No, I definitely do not think so.

Silver: Whosoever gathered these mushrooms must have had quite the discerning eye. In any case, this is very delicious.

Floyd: …de …Jade. Hey, Jade!

Jade: …Ah!

Floyd: Are you even listening to me～?

Jade: Ah, my apologies. What were we talking about?

Floyd: Nothing really important.

Floyd: But even I'm gonna freak a bit if you suddenly stop talking and freeze like that. What is it?

Jade: No, it's nothing.

Floyd: Ehh, but you're grinnin' from ear to ear. You look real happy-like.

Floyd: Something good happened, didn't it? What, is it something fun? Don't hide it, tell me～

Jade: Well, perhaps it is something that pleases me to see, not necessarily something "fun" to do…

Jade: …But no, please don't mind me. I simply just discovered something that may prove to be of mild entertainment.

Part 1 (Part 2)

Requested by Anonymous.

[saltymongoose]

GAHAHAHAHHGAHGDHA WAIT WAIT WIAT IMAGINE PHOBOS TREATING CHRISTOFF BEING YOUR NEXT VESSEL AS A THOSE MOVIE BREAK UPS

suddently theres multiple orders of ice cream buckets(is that how you call them?) and milk to his room and every one is super confused

And while he seems fine in public, maybe a lot harsher to Christoff but still fine mostly, then gets to his room and has a tantrum

"IT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE ME! HOW DARE THAT LOW LIFE, SCUMMY, CRUSTY ASS OLD MAN BE MY PLAYER'S NEW VESSEL!!" throwing shit around and eventually just, sitting down on his bed and fucking DOWNING a buckets and milk gallons a night and honestly crying from frustration and anger and a bit of sadness

Fucking- sad music blasting when he showers and just stays there all sad, leaning on the wall like

".... Am I not interesting enough to them?..."

And r e f u s e s to leave his room for hours after he's meant to already be in his office doing important stuff

-Plague Anon [|87

You are so right lmao. When Phobos was confronted with the fact that Christoff, the one grunt who was always staunchly in opposition to him and his ideas, was the one who'd been blessed by having his God's influence he was beyond distraught. The swirling mixture of anger, confusion, and hurt would form a pit in his stomach, causing him to lash out more than usual that day as he tried to process it. On the outside he just might seem more irritable than normal, but mentally, he's on the verge of completely falling apart. Phobos didn't believe that he had the ability to feel "self-doubt", but your indirect "rejection" of him would shake him to the core. It puts him in the position of questioning his own worth, which he's never done before. Seeing you with Christoff makes him feel sick in every sense of the word.

And this feeling only festers, dampening into genuine despair when he finally has to retire for the night, forced to do something other than ignoring most of his feelings through his work. This is where the tantrums come in, with all of his conflicting emotions boiling over into anguish over what'd happened. He'll pace around his suit and mutter incessantly to himself, sometimes breaking out in yells about how unfair it is that Jeb of all people would have your attention. I mean, Christoff couldn't even begin to understand you; he wasn't nearly as acquainted with the wants of Gods as Phobos was, nor did he put in the work to worship you at all times of the day.

Honestly it really is like one of those dramatic breakup scenes in a movie, with him gorging himself on sweets, ice cream and milk while sobbing, listening to (cliched) sad songs (i.e. "lucid dreams", "baby come back", anything that's even mildly depressing-it's that bad). Honestly, he probably ends up just laying in his shower with his clothes still on, not caring enough to do anything to fix himself up as he wallows in his own depression about what this means. That his efforts and the countless hours, days, and months spent all for you weren't enough. That his motivations weren't good enough. That he wasn't powerful enough. That you didn't find him as interesting as that low-life scientist. That maybe he hadn't presented himself as well as you would've liked, and that all of his worship and reverence towards you wasn't adequate.

He falls asleep on the floor that night right next to the shrine he's procured for you, the last real connection he knows he must have with his God. His last conscious thoughts and words are of desperate prayer, begging and pleading you to come back and choose him. He doesn't know what mistakes he's made, but he's willing to completely remake himself if it'd make you like him. He was the proud God Emperor of Nevada and the Director of the Nexus Core, but it meant nothing if he couldn't be yours too.

(Phobos decided to do all of his work from his room for the next few days after this. His men didn't need to see him disheveled over this, especially not Christoff. He didn't want to give him the satisfaction of knowing just how badly his act of stealing you had affected him. But even then, he did noticeably little, often just obsessively rereading his journals to find anything that could've been a clue as to why you decided to choose someone else.)

[boxofbadaddiction]

The Trouble With Parenthood

Fred Weasley x Fem!Reader

Warnings: NSFW. Swearing. Small moment of Daddy Kink. Sexual References and Depictions of Sex.

Requested

Fred and Y/n's relationship had always involved a very healthy sex life. Like...very healthy, okay they couldn't keep their hands off each other. It'd been like that when they'd begun dating and continued through their marriage - if anything it'd gotten worse once they'd put that ring on one another's finger.

So as you could imagine, an abrupt stopper in their regular love making had left the couple feeling rather...frustrated.

This 'stopper's name was Cassidy. 'Cassi' for short.

As it is for every parent, the day she were born had been the happiest day of Fred and Y/ns life. She was the perfect daughter from the moment she'd been born. Happy, healthy and not at all fussy. However, recently she had become quite clingy.

Not that it had bothered her parents. Honestly, they'd found it endearing how much she wanted to spend time with them...in the beginning anyway. But it is safe to say that the couple were in desperate need of some "Mummy and Daddy Time." Because, as Fred so delicately put it; his 'balls have never been so blue'. A comment which would have been much more amusing to y/n if she were not so pent up herself.

Though this sexless patch of their relationship was not due to their lack of trying mind you.

They'd seemingly tried everything, for a moment to themselves. But these days with the small issue of 'monsters in the closet', Cassi had settled herself in bed between her parents to sleep most nights, so that ruled out sex before bed. Of course there was always fleeting moments in the bathroom...until Cassi learned how to reach the door handles. Now no room was safe from intrusions.

Feeling rather adventurous y/n had even set up a long lunch at work one day with the intent on surprising Fred at the shop. It was nearly a success...until an unsuspecting George wandered into the otherwise occupied back Office. He was mortified to say the least.

They'd tried setting up a 'date night' arrangement; but after Fred mistakenly let slip his current predicament to George, and their little incident at work, they were shit out of luck for a babysitter as his brother found the whole situation were just 'too fucking funny'.

Which brings us to tonight.

Y/n trudged into her and Freds bedroom after a very long day at work and an extra long goodnight to their daughter down the hall - which involved more than the usual amount of bedtime stories being shared.

Stepping through the door she were met with the very tired body of Fred sprawled across their bed. She couldn't help but chuckle at the sight; he were laid with one arm slung across his eyes, as the other rested on his stomach and one knee were raised - swaying lazily in place.

Closing the door behind her y/n rest her weight back against the hardwood letting out a heavy breath.

"Is she down?" Fred asked at the sound of her entering the room. "Mmm, finally." She replied, pushing her body from the door she began to ready herself for bed, mentally crossing her fingers, hopeful for some decent rest tonight.

She kicked off her shoes and let her hair loose from it's tie before stripping to just her knickers and finding one of Freds old shirts, she had taken to sleeping in, and throwing it on.

"Leave the shirt off" Freds voice came as a tired groan from his place on the bed. His words caused y/n to turn her head, seeing his arm now rested slightly higher on his forehead as he watched her. He was grinning, tongue pressing against his cheek, clearly enjoying the view.

Y/n licked her lips, pulling her bottom lip through her teeth as his stare burned hot on her skin. She raised a teasing brow as she slowly began to glide a hand up her side and over the soft fabric of the t-shirt she'd thrown on. Fingers delicately caressed the space between her breasts until a single finger came to lazily play with the shirts collar. Tugging just enough to expose the tops of her cleavage. Running her finger slowly back and forth across the collars seam she approached the bedside.

The arm Fred had slung across his face moved, fingers furrowing through his fiery locks, to prop his head further on the pillow for a better view of the stunning woman before him. He smirked, inhaling deeply, in amusement; thoroughly enjoying her little show for him.

"Don't go teasing me, love. Its been a long few weeks." His tone was firm but playful, the same one that never failed to turn y/ns knees weak and have her thighs rubbing together. Tonight was no different. If anything it were worse from their lack of intimacy as of late.

Smiling sweetly in place beside the mattress she ran both hands up from her knees, along her exposed thighs to lift the shirts sides. Fred shifted in place, supporting himself onto his elbow his eyes hungrily traced her fingers movements as they hooked below the waistband of her underwear and pulled them off.

Tauntingly she dangled the lace garment from her forefinger before throwing it at his chest playfully.

Unable to restrain himself a moment longer he simultaneously discarded her panties to the opposite side of the room and with his other hand grasped her hip, roughly pulling her onto the bed below him. He kissed her passionately as a hand raked up the inside of her thigh, ghosting over the skin to rest on her waist.

Y/n smiled into the kiss; both hands tangling in his hair as she shifted beneath him so he were resting comfortably between her legs. As the tension began to build y/n aided Fred in shedding layers of his clothing; left in his singlet and briefs. His erection felt pressing against her core through the thin material. Y/ns hand came down to eagerly palm at his bulge when-

"DAAADDYYYY!" Cassi's voice called beggingly from her room.

Fred groaned in frustration, head falling to the crook of his wife's neck as he mumbled something inaudibly, though it sounded undoubtedly along the lines of 'For Merlin's sake, not now'.

"Go to bed, Baby!" He yelled over his shoulder, "Daddy's busy." He spoke the last words to y/n in a lustful tone. Admiring her flustered appearance, he moved to kiss her again as-

"DAAADDYYY!!"

"Godrick, what'd I do to deserve this?" He grumbled causing y/n to giggle. "Go to her." She nudged, "I'll still be here when you get back." Fred sat back onto his knees, pointing a stern finger as he spoke "Don't fall asleep." "I won't." Y/n replied as he got off the bed and made his way to the door.

"Can't guarantee I won't start without you though."

Fred turned back, watching from just outside the door as a wicked grin settled across her features. "Don't you dare." He warned taking a step back toward the room.

Y/n raised her brow; challenging his dominance. One hand delicately played with her exposed collar bone as her other crept down her body, disappearing between her thighs.

Her back arched as she ran fingers through her slick folds, a soft moan filling the room. Fred made another move back towards the bedroom, hand clutching the door frame as he-

"DADDY!!!" Another call from their daughter. He peered back down the hall, eyeing her bedroom door which were slightly ajar. "Daddy?" Y/n spoke in a low sultry tone, deliberately trying to rile him up.

Fred frustratidly ran a hand over his eyes, facing quite the personal dilemma. Groaning loudly he shook his head, seemingly shaking the sense and strength into himself as he marched down the hallway in a huff. Y/n was unable to restrain the laughter that erupted from her chest at his reaction.

While Fred tended to their daughter y/n took the moment to get comfortable. Lighting a candle and fluffing the pillows below her head to find the best position for when her husband returns in any second...

Any minute now. He's probably just reading her a quick story to get her settled.

Maybe she should just start without him?

That was the last thought to cross her mind before she found herself waking from a sleep she hadn't meant to fall into. Fred had laid down beside her. "Oh, so you are coming back to bed?" Y/n asked sarcastically, voice groggy. "Mmm. Told you not to fall asleep." He quipped, tucking himself in next to her side. One arm snuck beneath her shoulder blades, pulling her into him, as the other wrapped around her waist. "I wouldn't have, had you'd been back sooner." Y/n nestled in against his chest as she felt him place a kiss to her head.

"Had to read her a story. Then one turned to two; two to three and soon enough I realised I'd been conned by a 4 year old. She's a brat...just like her Mother." The couple chuckled before falling quickly off to sleep.

Y/n was the first to wake the next morning. Smiling giddily at the disheveled appearance of her partner as well as the similar position of her daughter down the hall, she decided to ready breakfast as the two slept.

She were half way through her pancake batter when Fred's strong arms wrapped her in a tight embrace. His hands lightly squeezed at her sides as he kissed the exposed skin of her neck.

"Morning" he mumbled against her skin. "Smells good."

"I woke up with such a craving so just thought I'd start cooking, while you two obviously decided you'd sleep all day." She chuckled to which Fred hummed in response. "I wasn't talking about the food."

Reaching one arm past hers Fred switched off the stove and move the pan from its burner. "Hey! What are yo-"

Y/n didn't have a chance to finish her sentence as she was quickly spun to face her lover. Pushed flush into the cold counter as his lips connected with hers. She moaned contently into the kiss as she felt his hands run below her ass and she was then hoisted onto the counter top beside the stove.

"I'm not hungry for that." His expression was stern and his voice low. Roughly pulling her legs apart his hands hooked the underside of her knees, pulling to bring her to the edge of the bench.

Her lips were brought back to his as a hand grasped the nape of her neck and he stepped between her legs which wrapped eagerly around his waist.

Their movements were passionate and quickly becoming more heated; soon finding themselves fucking roughly on the kitchen bench their only thoughts set on each other.

With every hard thrust from Fred y/ns head and shoulders were being pushed against the cabinetry, whilst Fred buried his head in her neck biting softly on the bare skin to keep himself relatively quiet.

"God, Fred I'm close." Y/n moaned.

A groan came deep from within Fred's throat in response which sent chills through his lovers body. He pulled back and brought a hand to grasp her chin kissing her. His thrusts slowed as he relished in the feeling of her tongue against his as-

"Mummy?" a tired voice spoke from the other side of the room. "Fuck!" Fred breathed through gritted teeth as he pulled out and covered himself. Y/n jumped down from the bench flattening the shirts ends to cover herself as well. "Yeah, Sweetie?" She asked hurriedly trying to sound as normal as possible. "What are you doing?" "Nothing baby, Daddy and I are just cooking breakfast." She eyed Fred somewhat panicked as he leant over the island bench of their flat, in attempt to hide a certain problem- "ah, That's right." He nodded a hand coming over his mouth to restrain the shocked laughter threatening to spill out.

"Why were you on the bench? You told me we weren't allowed to sit on the bench."

"That's right, I'm sorry baby I shouldn't have been up there. Won't happen again."

Fred's head snapped over his shoulder to peer at y/n with furrowed brows, "it won't?" He questioned. He'd been quite enjoying their little indiscretion until the unexpected appearance of their daughter, he would gladly throw her atop the counter again in a heartbeat.

Y/ns eyes widen, lips forming a thin line in a statement which helped realisation dawn on her partner. "Oh, yep. Won't happen again." He smiled innocently to Cassi. "Princess, why don't you go grab the mail from the front then we can start breakfast." He winked as she excitedly skipped to the front door.

He looked back to his wife who was rubbing forcibly at her eyes. Chuckling as he placed both hands to her hips, a guesture which brought her attention back to him. "God, she's going to be traumatised when she's older if she ever realises." "Pay back for being a cock block." Fred laughed as Y/n slapped him with the spatula she'd been using earlier.

"Sad thing is; that's the closest we've gotten in weeks to...ya know." "Not close enough." Fred grumbled placing a quick kiss to her lips. "Let's eat. I'm starving."

Y/n let out a sharp breath, watching as she noticed Cassi bound into the room and sit up patiently at the table, mail placed neatly in front of her as she traced the lettering on the envelopes.

"I'm not hungry for that." Y/n whispered into Fred's ear, looking back up to him with big eyes before an evil smile came across her face and she reached out to palm him gently.

Fred's head fell back and he inhaled sharply, clenching his jaw before letting out a heavy breath. Until his own sly grin crept across his lips and he was smiling back down to his wife.

"Hey, Princess." He called over his shoulder, not breaking eye contact with Y/n "What do you say about a sleep over at Grandma and Grandpa's tonight?"

[cherryxcadbury]

Chocolate Wars-Christian Pulisic

hey all! Welcome back to this Christian pulisic imagine! Literally love him sm and I tried to make this vv cute and fluffy!

Context: It's both yours and your boyfriend's day off, and you two have decided to compare American and British treats. More specifically Hershey's and Cadbury. Fighting ensues especially because he's from Hershey Pennsylvania

Your name: Camila Lopez

First person POV

I took a bite of the chocolate bar and let the minuscule broken pieces touch my tongue. Two seconds was more than enough time for that wretched chocolate to be in my mouth. I immediately spit it out.

"Babe! What are you doing?" Christian groaned.

I shook my head, "That thing is absolutely disgusting. How you guys call that chocolate is pathetic."

I examined the wrapper and looked at it disapprovingly.

"You're out of your mind Camila. Hershey's is a staple. The best chocolate in the world!" Christian defended.

"Clearly you have low standards then." I mused.

I rolled my eyes at his shocked look and picked up a package next to me.

"Here try this." I commanded, giving him a package of the original dairy milk chocolate bar.

Christian pushed away the package and shot it a dirty look.

"I could never put that into my mouth."

"Christian! You've been in London for like two years and you still refuse to eat Cadbury!" I exclaimed.

"I can't! It'd be like cheating on Hershey. I refuse to be unfaithful." He reasoned.

"I'm dating a god damn five year old." I mumbled to myself, astounded but not really surprised at his actions.

Christian just shrugged his shoulders and tried to escape to go play fortnite.

"No! Sit back down! We're doing this! We've been dating for almost a year, we need to get past this!" I commanded.

I was an English girl, he was American. I was a die hard Fulham supporter, he was a Chelsea player. I made him kind of like Fulham, he made me wear a Chelsea jersey that happened to be his.

"Yeah sure. We'll be able to get past it once you realise Hershey's is superior to any Cadbury product." He replied nonchalantly.

"You've clearly lost your mind." I groaned.

"Okay Christian. I had the Hershey's now you have to try the Cadbury. Otherwise I will throw out every Hershey product in this house. It's as simple as that."

When Christian heard his beloved Hershey's being threatened, he gulped with nervousness.

"Fine." He gave in.

"Yay!" I jumped up and down cheering.

I opened the package for him and broke off a small piece for him so he wouldn't over react like I did.

He rolled his eyes and cautiously plopped the piece into his mouth.

I patiently waited to get his feedback on the dearly beloved chocolate.

"Y'know, it actually doesn't suck." He concluded.

A huge smile worked it's way into my face as I jumped up to hug him. He smiled softly, hugging me back, his hands clinched around my waist, my arms around his neck. Christian placed a small kiss on my forehead to which I smiled at.

"So what do we do now?" I asked.

He shrugged his shoulders, "What do you wanna do Mila?"

"Anything but fortnite." I murmured.

"I'll never understand why you don't like that game babe. Especially when I'm goated at it." Christian answered.

"You're probably good at it because you're playing a bunch of twelve year olds." I snickered.

"Way harsh Camila." He feigned hurt.

"The truth hurts Christian." I smirked.

"You wanna go to bed?" He suggested.

I raised my eyebrows, "It's 6pm."

"And..." Christian started.

"Good point." I agreed.

Just as I was about to start walking to the room, I felt Christian hoist me over his shoulder and carry me there himself. I was so startled that I was squealing the whole way there. Finally, I felt relief when he put me down.

"That was terrifying. And you're not even that tall." I breathed.

Christian smirked at my terrified appearance, "Karma's a bitch."

"What'd I even do to get karma in the first place?" I sighed.

Christian just shrugged his shoulders before getting in bed with me. We ended that night by cuddling and just staying in each other's arms the whole night.

***

@camila_lopezz

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@camila_lopezz: He's just sad bc he's realised Cadbury>Hershey

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Comments:

@cmpulisc10: jokes on you because Finley agrees with me🥰

↳@camila_lopezz: dogs can't eat chocolate you twat. still ily though💞

@gioareyna: ayo favourite couple check😍😍

↳@camila_lopezz: ayo favourite usmnt player checkkkk😘

↳@masonmountt: I better be your favourite England player then @camila_lopezz

↳@tammyabraham: if it's not me, then we gonna have some problems😬 @camila_lopezz

↳@sanchooo10: wait Mila it's me innit? 🥲@camila_lopezz

@camila_lopezz: I hate to break it to y'all but reece is my fave💗💗

↳@reecejames24: YES MA'AM😁

@west.mckennie: wow 😍😍 @cmpulisic10

↳@cmpulisic10: thanks Wes. Love you bro😘😜

↳@camila_lopezz: even through a phone screen I'm third wheeling✋

[fallout4holmes]

Nuka-World 7

Nuka-World’s unofficial chief handyman was a fella by the name of Chip Morse, which basically meant he was the one who got yelled at, threatened, and kicked around when something broke. So it’s understandable that he was a bit nervous when Holmes hauled him up to the Overboss’s quarters.

“Hey,” I said from my chair, smoking a cigarette with my pants leg rolled up above the knee.

We’d talked to him before, amiable conversation, but he definitely wasn’t expecting the repair job to be my leg. Chip froze, and glanced at Holmes. “Um. Hi.”

I sighed, exhaling a cloud of smoke, “You did tell him why we needed him, right Holmes?”

“I said I required his services,” Holmes said with crossed arms and an adorably defensive frown.

He’s cute when he’s worried about me, what can I say? It’s flattering. Also unfortunate for whoever is in the way. “Look, Chip,” I said, “we know you’ve never had to fix a synth before, but something’s out of whack and you’re the best bet for putting it back in place. I’m pretty sure it’s just the knee joint. I’d try to fix it myself, but I don’t have the tools.”

"Oh," Chip said with some relief. "Well, I'll do what I can. I, uh, never worked on a… what'd you say, synth?"

"Yep," I smiled. "Just take a look at the joint, tell me what you think, we'll go from there. Holmes ain't gonna murder you if you don't know how to realign whatever's wrong."

Chip took a look, "Oh! Ok, I can work with this. Can I just…"

"Do whatever you have to, I can handle it."

"Something must have hit you pretty hard," Chip muttered as he started working.

"Bloodworm queen with perfect timing."

Chip made a sound of disgusted sympathy, "My definition of a good day is one where I don't find a nest of bloodworms in a utility tunnel."

"I imagine it's pretty thankless work."

He shrugged, "If I said I loved my job, I'd be lying. At least the raiders find me useful, so they mostly leave me alone. I spend half my time trying to squeeze every ounce of power I can out of this place. Never feels like enough, though."

"One more reason you want the power turned on."

"Yeah," he smiled a little. "It'd make my job easier, and also probably harder. Once things start moving, more likely something will break… but it'd be nice to see the old park the way she was meant to be seen, just once." It was unfortunate timing that whatever was out of place was suddenly back in place. My pained shout sent the poor guy scurrying back in fright. "You can feel pain??"

"Are you alright, Valentine?" Holmes asked.

"Fine, fine," I waved it away with a chuckle and stood up. "Feels pretty good in fact. Whatever you did, did the trick," I offered my good hand to the terrified man on the floor. "I told ya,' Holmes ain't the murdering type. Neither am I."

Chip breathed and let me help him up. "Ok. You're either fucking with me, or you're the strangest raiders I ever met."

"There is a third possibility, Mr. Morse," Holmes said, "and it's one we don't want anyone outside this room speculating on."

"Not until we find a way out of this mess," I muttered.

Holmes changed the subject before Chip could process that, "Are you familiar with the sewer system?"

Chip blinked, "Familiar enough to know you wouldn't believe some of the stuff that comes out of the pipes around here. To call it 'sewage' would be paying it a compliment."

"Hm. What about the surrounding parks?"

"Sorry, all my expertise is about Nuka-Town. Well, I guess now that the Disciples are setting up camp in Galactic Zone, I'll have to learn how she works. And Dry Rock Gulch, once the Operators move in…" he paled, "... oh no I'm gonna be the handyman for the entire park. I'm never gonna sleep."

"Can't you get some help?" I asked.

"Not many of the traders know about machines, that's why I'm always the guy that gets called to fix things."

"Choose a few people you think could learn," Holmes said, "and teach them. You have my permission."

"Huh. That might not be too bad. I'll think about who I want to train. It's a thankless job, not a lot of folks are going to be willing."

"That's not surprising," Holmes nodded. "Do what you can."

Chip thanked us, told me to let him know if I needed anything, and hurried out. I turned to Holmes, "Sewer?"

He sighed, "It wouldn't be the first time we crawled through a drain pipe to invade or escape a facility. I'm merely trying to account for all our options."

"Hm. Say for the sake of argument we could get a message to the Commonwealth. What's the plan?"

"In that event, I would send word to Sanctuary explaining the situation. I have far more faith in Danse and Preston's abilities to plan an invasion than mine. But I have to give them something to work with, and right now all I have is a walled fortress surrounded by…" he stopped, his eyes widening in realization.

Then he ran out of the room.

I chased after him, "Damn it, Holmes, could you not do that?"

He was already on the lift, "Imagine how I felt when you ran after Winter."

"That was one time," I huffed.

"Distract Gage," he said as we neared the ground.

"What??"

"Hey, boss," the raider in question said as we stepped off the lift. "Saw Chip made it out in one piece. Guess he did his job."

"Yes," Holmes said as we walked past.

Gage fell right in beside us, "Where we headed tonight?"

"I want to find Harvey. Tomorrow morning we'll clear out the next park."

"Harvey?" Gage frowned. "You thinking of starting up the Gauntlet?"

"I was under the impression it was popular."

"Sure, but we still got work to do."

Holmes spotted Harvey. I figured this was my cue. "There a reason you're in such a rush?" I demanded.

Gage glared at me, "Colter spent all his time in the Gauntlet and didn't get shit done."

I got as close as I dared, had to keep his focus on me instead of Holmes, "Holmes is nothing like your old boss. He's gotta keep a whole park of raiders happy, and he's gonna do that. Biggest risk in a Gauntlet run is you stabbing us in the back with a contestant."

"Then don't give me a reason to," Gage growled. "Just follow the plan."

"You ever consider the possibility that your plan's rotten to start with?"

"I don't know why the boss lets a talking scrapheap follow him around, but you're on your way to being nothing but parts."

"Funny, I don't know why he didn't shoot you in the head the first chance we got. Should have left you in the bloodworm nest."

Gage sneered, "Yeah, good luck surviving this place without me. You need me to pull the strings, or you're both screwed."

"You ain't the only manipulative son of a bitch in this park."

"What the fuck does that even mean??"

"Enough," Holmes ordered. Harvey was scurrying away as fast as he could. I didn't know what Holmes had told him, but whatever the plan was had been set in motion. "Gage, tomorrow morning we'll investigate the bottling plant attached to the World of Refreshment ride. That could be another location for the Operators, and the day after that I'll give Safari Adventure to the Pack."

Gage frowned, "Pretty obvious favor for the Operators."

"There are five parks and three gangs, someone is going to have less than the others. That is unfortunately how mathematics works."

Gage shrugged, "They ain't gonna be happy is all I'm sayin'. Who's getting Kiddie Kingdom?"

"I haven't decided." Holmes pushed past headed back to the Overboss's quarters, "Whoever has irritated me the least this week."

Gage chuckled, "I guess that's as good a reason as any. You wanna get started in the morning?"

"We'll see you bright and early, Mr. Gage."

We took the lift back up, leaving Gage to his usual spot on the ground floor.

"Manipulative son of a bitch?" Holmes cocked an eyebrow at me.

"Not my best work, I admit."

"You certainly succeeded in confusing him."

I chuckled, "At least there's that."

We went into the bedroom. "So which one of us is the son of a bitch?" Holmes asked.

I grinned, "C'mon, partner, that should be obvious."

He started removing his armor, "You're far too hard on yourself, Mr. Valentine."

"Ha! Always the wise guy. Hey, do I get to be part of this grand scheme of yours?"

"Scheme?"

"Don't give me that look. Spill, Sherlock. What's the plan?"

He finished taking the armor off and sat on the bed, his voice low despite no one being around to overhear. "According to Harvey, it's not quite as long a walk to the Commonwealth as we thought. At least not for a small team of properly prepared individuals trained to move and fight efficiently."

My brow rose, "You sent Harvey to Sanctuary??"

Holmes nodded, "Under the guise of scouting out a challenge for the Gauntlet."

I shook my head, "I hope he makes it. Assuming he manages to get there in one piece, then what?"

"Then he'll deliver a message. All we have to do is wait, continue the charade, and keep the raiders out of Kiddie Kingdom."

"Oh, is that all?” I let the sarcasm drip. “Piece of cake.”

[estrxlar]

The Ghost Of You

08 - Confession

This chapter's songs:

Off and On; SALES

Heaven; Clairo

A Pearl; Mitski

- Y.L. Perspective

   "Hey."

   The word is distant yet close, making me gasp awake. When my eyes open, I'm in sight of the foggy wet window causing pitter-patter in front of me. 'It rained.' I thought, looking out to the concrete that was soaked. Not that it bothered me; rain was one of the many things that I enjoyed.

  Coming back to reality, I notice that the scenery outside is too familiar, and not long after do I realize we're parked right outside of my house, waiting for me to awake. At first, I'm completely tripped out that I had teleported from the skate park to here, but it was just a generous favor from Sugawara.

  And suddenly, everything from last night comes to mind.

  After Suga had kissed first me, we'd spent more than enough time on each other's faces. But the last thing I remember is sopping down on my seat and falling asleep, worn out, instead of coming up with an excuse of why I made the stupid decision of making out with him. There was not one thing fair about me knocked out in his passenger seat while he reflected on my behalf as well.

But thankfully it appeared Koushi didn't care all that much. Getting me home was one of his priorities this morning.

  "What time is it?" I yawn, stretching out my limbs as far as they can go, but that's only to where the seat's leg space ends.

   "It's ten AM. But it's a Saturday, so you should probably get some rest today. You went to sleep pretty late last night, and you didn't look very comfortable." He describes, leaning on the door window, staring at the pouring rain. It enlightened me that Suga cares about my rest, but what about him? From what I understand, he stayed up just as long as I did. If not, longer.

  So, I decided I should offer something that I was hoping wouldn't make him uncomfortable or jump to conclusions. "Uhm...if you're tired then you can come in too, and we can just stay here for the day until you wanna go home, " I tell him, mirroring his action, and resting both my head and arm on the window.

  The invitation seemed to surprise him, for he had quickly whirled his head towards me, asking, "Wait, are you sure? Y-your mom won't be mad that I'm over? Cause– you know..." he trails off, anxiously pressing his palms together, and looking downwards. It came off that he felt almost ashamed that we shared an intimate moment, which wasn't something that he should be responsible for. But even so, I still wanted to spend more time with him. If I'm being completely honest, I wasn't sure if it was because I liked him, or because he was such a refreshing person to be around, but he made me feel better than I had felt in a long time.

   "Suga, I'm sure. Look, if you don't wanna hang out that's fine. I was just asking because you seemed tired and said you don't wanna be home right now." My eyes snake from his chest to his eyes, hoping it would give him an understanding that I really wanted him to come inside. "So, do you wanna?"

  Sugawara gulps in nervousness, clearing his throat before speaking. "Uh, yeah. Sure. But we better hurry up, or we'll get soaked."

- K. S. Perspective

   I wait behind her light brown painted door, running my hands through my damp hair. Small noises of clatter are heard, while I uncomfortably stand outside of her room, waiting for her to open up. To be honest, I wasn't sure about being casually invited into her house after last night. All that ran through my head was, 'did she even like it? Does she feel uncomfortable? What if she wants to go further?

Should I confess right now?'

Finally, her door pops open, revealing her in a change of comfortable clothing and the room behind her. "Uhm, come in," she says, pulling the door wider for me to come in. The room consisted of regular decorations I thought she'd have: anime and music artist posters, a random guitar, a few color-changing lights, and a bean bag chair. "I know it's weird and all. I guess I just haven't gotten the chance to redo my room."

"No, it's—it's fun," I tell her, sticking my hands in my pants pocket. I had to say, it'd been quite a while since I'd been in a girl's room so casually. Not that I was jumping to conclusions, but I was hoping she'd want to discuss things over what had happened. That way I could make it clear to her that I wasn't playing around with her feelings.

  She shuffled towards her messy bed, turning towards me, before falling backward onto it. Her loud yawn and stretch echo throughout the room, as well as the low music that she had playing on a home speaker on her dresser. As much as I wanted to feel relaxed, I hardly could. I felt almost scared to stand in her room alone right after we had made out. All I could think of was running my hand against her skin, and rubbing my lips against her hot neck. Now she was casually laying on her bed, looking back at me with absolutely no expression.

  "Come, come, " she says, holding out a hand towards me, which makes my anxiety advance to an entirely new level. But following her orders, I hesitantly take it, quickly being pulled to where she laid. The sudden action has me wide-eyed and rested on my side, facing only Y/n. Though I tried hiding my uneasiness, she eventually broke my cover with a simple sentence. "I feel so tired. Don't you?"

I nod, before gulping almost too loudly. However, Y/n keeps her gaze on me, gradually making her eye rests longer. Feeling the dirtiest in the room, I begin to distance myself from her stature, removing the dark paid cover-up that spread over my shoulders, as well as a few accessories I had and tossed them on a small desk at the side of her bed. Then, I took out my phone, deciding it was best to talk to Daichi about everything; I was hoping my friends weren't angry I had ditched them so suddenly.

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Daichi

How was the party?

Weren't you there?

I left earlier than expected

Around what time?

12:00 AM

That's not that early

Anyways, it was fine I guess

Everyone was being stupid and drunk

I know, good thing I didn't stay so long

Miya said you left with Y/n-?

Yeah, but I just took her out cause she wasn't having a good time

Well, I just took her to some park where we spent the night in my car and I drove her home today

Now we're just napping in her room

I thought you said you wanted to see how things went with her :(

Don't worry we didn't do anything

At least not something extreme

What'd you do??

Uh

We just kind of made out for a few minutes

But it wasn't bad or anything

It was nice

Pls don't tell anybody because I'm not sure how to tell her yet

That you're in love with her?? Ahh ok-.-

I'm not in love with her,

Koushi, you told me you've never wanted to want to make somebody feel loved the way you did Y/n.

Well

Uh

Whatever

Are you coming to the practice game today?

Oh yeah

What time

In like thirty minutes

Are you serious

But I needed to talk to y/n

I was gonna wait till she woke up

Sorry man

Just leave her a note you'll be back?

Yeah, ok

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As Daichi had told me to, I decided to find the nearest paper and pen that sat lazily on Y/n's desk. But instead of tossing a few words to excise my absence, I thought of doing something very stupid and risky.

I left a love letter.

At first, I felt as if I was being nothing but a coward for not telling her personally. What would she think if I had just run off and left a confession for her to run through my herself? But after realizing that I could let her think things through, I thought it was the best idea I had that entire year.

And so, I wrote my feelings down quicker than ever imagined, fitting in what I could to convince Y/n of my love for her.

To y/n,

This is one of the most idiotic things I could have done to tell you, but I have a practice game and I can't afford to miss practice right now. As you know, I'm on the edge of having my position taken.

Y/n, after about a week of knowing you I realized that you make me feel like a better person. When I hear your voice or get the benefit of making you smile, it feels like I'm on a high off of you. You're the most beautiful, talented girl have ever met in my life. Without you, I don't think I could have lasted this first week.

I remember the feeling you gave me when we were younger. Even if you didn't talk to me, or didn't acknowledge my existence very much, I still wanted to discover every corner of you. I thought I wouldn't have ever met someone that I was so passionate about like I was for you. And when our first year of high school ended, I felt heartbroken by the fact that I didn't get to tell you how I felt about you. How your essence made my heart warm, how your skin makes me crave touching you, how much space you filled up in my small brain.

When I had seen you on the bus that one morning, I couldn't believe how much you've grown. I know this is personal for you, but you were in a bad state, and it caused me pain to see that you felt alone, and you didn't know how much I cared for you. So when I saw how much you were taking care of yourself, it brought me to hope that I could do the same. If you didn't already know, after my mom had died, I started creating bad habits and ruined my self-portrait. I felt like there was no way out, and that I was useless. But then I met you, again. You brought me to become a better person for myself, Y/n.

I don't want to rush you into anything, but I feel like I should confess to you that I'm in love with you. I've never had the feelings I have for you. Every day I find myself thinking of how lovely you are. And after what had happened last night, I realized, why wait? Why wait to tell you this the way I did in my first year? If I did, then I'm gonna run out of time. I want you more than I've ever wanted anything, Y/n. I think I'm scared that you won't look at me the same, or that you think I'm a burden to you. But at this point, I think I've run out of space to store what I feel for you.

Overall, I love you, Y/n. Please, do me the honor of being with me.

Love, Koushi.

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I'M SO SORRY FOR SUCH A SHORT CHAPTER YOU GUYS<\3. But I hope you appreciate it. Please comment and note bc it really helps

As always, I love you guys

- estrxlar