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incorrect-hs-quotes · 7 months ago
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EQUIUS: D-> All I have ever wanted from a yogurt is to know who the cows are.
KANKRI: n9tice h9w they named all the c9ws traditi9nally girl names. there is a deep c9nnecti9n 6etween mis9gyny and c9nsuming animals.
TAVROS: i FEEL LIKE YOGURT FROM A BULL WOULDN'T TASTE QUITE RIGHT,
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gremlinmodetweeker · 2 months ago
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König of the Icks (the rage post)
This is the post where I actually got mad at König. I can't stand people like this, but I also love them. If nothing else, life's always interesting when they're around, right?
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König rarely laughs. When he does laugh, it's usually quiet, subtle. If you didn't know he was laughing, you'd probably think he was crying because he just shakes his shoulders and makes soft chuffing noises
It's a bit eerie
However, when König loses control of his laughter, he sounds like a whole damn pigsty
He's snorting, squealing and honking as he tilts his head back with laughter. He laughs so hard he cries
This would be cute if it weren't almost always at the expense of somebody else.
Horangi had the misfortune of hearing it when König tipped all his belongings upside down and then taped and/or glued them to the ceiling. This included Horangi's bed and sheets.
Hutch nearly threw out a computer mouse until he found a piece of tape covering the bottom.
Roze swears she heard König laughing when she found her entire locker filled to the brim with tiny rubber ducks
The rubber ducks became a huge problem with soldiers trading them like contraband and hiding them in weird places around the base
This concluded with snipers using them for firing practise and laughing when they squealed when they were shot, making it to easy to find their hiding spots
Unfortunately for Stilleto, she heard König's laugh when she walked through a line of tape over a door and got it tangled in her hair. She figured out which recruits did it and had them running laps. When they were done, one of them admitted it was Cnl. Leichenberg who set them up and she was furious
See, König loves to set other people up to do his dirty work
He'll gladly set up soldiers to piss other people off so he can watch the fireworks fly
He'll purposefully hold off on doling out a punishment if he thinks it'll be funny to watch shit go south first
He's well known on base as a through and through sadist who relishes in schadenfreude
Hell, he's the one to teach everyone what that word meant
He's the literal dictionary definition of the word
Now, the problem is that König isn't just a kinky sadist (he is, but that's a different post)
König loves to torment anyone he loves. And of course, that includes you
König won't put things on the top shelf, he'll put them on top of the cabinet so you'll have to ask for his help because not even the stool will help you reach that high
He'll doodle over any picture you have of him to 'hide his identity'
He just likes messing with you
He torments his children with wicked pranks and gaslights them terribly
When his toddler offers him a bite of their animal cracker he eats the whole thing and laughs at them
He will absolutely label three objects 1, 2, and 4 so you'll go searching for #3
He will sit on you when he gets mad at you, or when you get mad at him because, well, this is the two of you (and he will do this to you and laugh):
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His worst sin was childproofing the house without your knowledge. Ever had a fully childproofed house? If you're not the one installing it, it's an ugly thing to find
He will shift furniture just a little bit to the right or left to screw with you if you finish off his breakfast meals and don't replace them immediately
König takes delight in leaving you cryptid notes (you've learned to ignore the ominous threats because they always turn out to be something completely innocuous)
König is a nightmare of a man to live with. Is it fun? Sure! Is he a menace? Absolutely. He's got a penchant for mischief, and he's used to getting away with it because he's either got the reputation of a battle-hardened colonel that demands respect when he steps into a room, or the soft-spoken gentleman that would never raise his voice against a civilian. This just means he has the perfect fallback for whenever somebody accuses him of being a miscreant. In truth, he's most likely behind it, but the true extent of how many thing's he's behind is terrifying. This man fucks with people as a hobby.
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starringthesturniolos · 5 months ago
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surprise- sturniolo triplets
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summary- you've always wanted a cat and matt, chris, and nick come make your dream a reality.
contains- platonic relationships only<3 its just a cute little drabble fr.
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"she is going to flip the fuck out when she sees him." chris looks back at the little surprise him, matt, and nick got for you while rubbing his hands in anticipation. now that the car is parked matt looks back as well, and his eyes light up for the second time today. "Awww, he is sooo cute. such a handsome man." he coos making both chris and him chuckle. "I don't know...he looks like he'd bite the shit out of me." nick adds right after, making the two in the front seat burst out in laughter. "of course you think that nick" chris says. after they both calm down a little, nick shifts his attention to the camera at the front of the car.
"OKAY so if you guys watch our videos, you know Y/n and you also know how much she talks about wanting a cat. we figured it would be so fun if we just bought her one and got her reaction on camera. I, for one, am so so excited to see how happy she's going to be." he looks out the window at your front yard and sighs happily. "Y/n is so sweet, I love her." he says almost tearfully.
"here he goes, getting all emotional and shit" chris adds giggling at nicks nonsense.
after talking a little bit more about the story about getting the cat, they all walk out to go up to your front door. nick has a key, so there was no need to knock. they just walked right in to your tiny apartment. matt trails behind nick and chris as they make a beeline for your room. "she's probably still sleeping, im kinda scared to wake her up." nicks says fear creeping into his voice. you were one of the sweetest people they have ever met, but you are a whole other person when you first wake up. not only are you grumpy, but your also pissed with the person who interrupted your sleep. one time, nick went to wake you up from a nap to see if you wanted to go to top golf and you ended up shooing him out your room with a broom. lets just say, you didn't go to top golf and nick did not go into your room for about a week after that. chris and matt shudder at the memory, but chris is quick to reassure nick. "nah it'll be okay, she won't be annoyed we woke her up for long. I'll go in first. matt stay outside the door for a little until we call you in. " okay" matt says barely paying attention and just staring at the cuteness that is your kitten.
chris opens your door to find you sleeping. tissues surround the floor next to your bed, and you stir upon hearing someone opening your door. you sit up straight and sigh when you see him. "chris, what the hell are you doing here this early."
"we just wanted to come see you, feels like we haven't seen you in sooo long." he says with way more energy than you felt at the moment. "I would give you a hug, but you look like shit" he chuckles. your eyes were bloodshot red, your hair a mess, and your nose bright red from blowing it all night. even so, you shoot him a glare but your eyes soften when you see his smile. chris always reminds you of a kid in a candy store, and his bubbly attitude is contagious.
"yeah well, im hoping its allergies." you say smiling back at him before nick walks in.
"okay girl, you don't have allergies. lets be real, your sick." nick points at you. "sickie sickie doesn't get any kissy kissies." he says in a strange high pitch voice. matt has to cover his mouth to keep himself from laughing too loud and revealing his hiding spot. chris on the other hand laughs while cringing openly. "dude, never say that shit again, that was really bad." you laugh along before going into a coughing fit. both boys look at each other and then look at you with concern. "Jesus" nick says and chris hands the camera to him. chris approaches your bed and softly sits next to you. he moves the hair out of your face and then places his hand on your forehead. "oh you are burning up, hun. we'll make this quick."
"make what quick? and where is matt?" you question just as he walks into the room your surprise in hand. he took him out the carrier so you could hold him immediately.
"SUPRISE" he yells. you wince a little at how loud he was but quickly recover when you see the kitten he's holding. sick and all, you rush to get out of your bed to go see him. your body is fatigued from being sick for two days so when you get up, you stumble. good thing nick is there to catch you.
"careful there girl" he laughs nervously while grabbing your arm to walk you to matt. you pay him no mind, completely focused on the bundle of cuteness in matts arm.
"AWWW matt, he's so cute!!! whose is it?" you say while picking it up and cuddling the kitten into your chest. nick steps back a little to get both you and matt in the frame.
"its yours y/n" matt says softly and you freeze.
"its mine?" you say tears of joy filling your eyes.
"of course it is y/n, we got him for you because we love you" chris adds smiling at your heartfelt reaction.
"thank you guys" you say as tears stream down your cheeks. even though your sick all three of them came to hug you, touched by your gratitude. you lean your head into matts shoulder and sigh looking down at your new pet in your arms.
"sooo what's his name gonna be?" chris inquires as you all break away from the group hug. you pause to think for a minute, and then your face lights up.
"angel" you say dreamily.
"angel" nick repeats chuckling for no reason at all.
"angel." matt repeats the name as well. "its perfect sweetheart." he sends you a soft smile. you look around at the three boys, grateful to have the most amazing best friends in the world.
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tokyo-daaaamn-ji-gang · 3 months ago
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How would Draken, Mikey, Baji, Hanma, Hina, Kakucho, Ryusei react when they hear reader(who have a crush on reader btw) saying they would date them, but like a mutual acquaintance/friend of theirs says they wouldn't suit with reader or that they're too good for reader.
Oh they definitely wouldn't be happy with the friend! Each of them probably ends up something like this
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Mikey- 
Mikey has no plan here, he just knows he doesn't like what he just heard so he immediately joins the conversation. Literally doesn't care about how shocked you and your friend is, he ignores your friend completely then asks you to come hang out with him. Doesn't actually wait for an answer before he's grabbing your wrist and gently pulling you along with him, away from your friend and their negativity. 
Draken- 
He quickly goes from feeling happy about finding out you would date him, to annoyed at what your friend just said. Hits the closest lamppost to him out of frustration, which quickly makes everyone scatter from the area, effectively stopping the conversation between you and your friend. Decides he needs to confess to you sooner then he thought, so makes plans quicker then before. Once he does, he puts a lot of effort into always telling you how good you are and showing you much he cares about you. He basically tries to make sure you never believe what your friend said. 
Baji-
Immediately jumps in (another one who ignores how surprised everyone is at this) and starts telling your friend off. "Huh? What are you talking about? You know nothing about me, so don't make choices for me. And don't you think you're being a bad friend? Etc". He ends up accidentally admitting his feelings for you while saying all this too. Quickly blushes when you ask him if it's true but he sticks to his word and confirms he meant it. That shuts your friend down straight away. 
Hanma- 
Watches for a while, trying to figure out if you're going to stand up for yourself or not (he's pretty interested in how you'll respond). Get's involved if he figures you won't though, he doesn't really care if your friend thinks he's rude for interrupting or not. Pretends the two of you are already dating and greets you using a pet name, completely ignoring your confused look to instead look your friend up and down. "Who are you? Ah must not be important, I've never heard of you. You must not be good enough for my doll ♡". Slings his arm around you and leads you away from them, while your friend watches in shock. 
Hina-
There's no way she's letting this slide. Confidently approaches with a smile, apologising for overhearing before she corrects your friend. Tells them about all of your good qualities and how lucky anyone would be to have you. She shuts them down pretty easily, she just hates the idea of anyone being rude to you like that or for you to actually think that.
Kakucho- 
Stares with wide eyes at the scene, he isn't sure what to do. He wants to get involved and tell your friend they're wrong but is worried what you would think about that. In the end the choice is made for him, Izana pushes him while muttering about "hopeless servants" causing Kakucho to stumble into your conversation. He apologises immediately for that, then get's a bit distracted by you. Ends up ignoring your friend completely and just talks to you instead. (At ones point he accidentally slips out a compliment that he was thinking "your eyes are so pretty" which makes him even more embarrassed.) Your friend leaves at some point, tired of being ignored but neither of you even notice. 
Ryusei- 
Grins, happily approaching and greeting both of you. Asks you what the two of you were just discussing, enjoying how embarrassed your friend suddenly looks. Then asks you to come hang out with him, promising it'll be a fun time. Your friend awkwardly stands there as the two of you make plans together. 
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theanticool · 1 month ago
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A Crash Course to Boxing - The Perfect Weekend to Start Watching!
If you are someone who would like to get into watching professional boxing, but has found it too intimidating this is the perfect weekend for you!
While we don't have any huge superstars facing off, we have 3 amazing cards lined up from Saturday to Monday. They are all available to anyone that has an ESPN+ account (or is just comfortable finding sailing the 7 seas).
We are talking multiple world champions and some of the very best boxers alive today competing so it is 100% worth tuning in for. And since we have this line up, I figured I'd talk about each card and why they're worth watching.
Saturday, October 12th - Artur Beterbiev vs Dmitry Bivol
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Why Watch: This is the best fight that can be made in boxing in my humble opinion. Two of the P4P best fighters in the sport in the same division fighting for the undisputed title. Both have been incredibly dominant in completely opposite ways.
Artur Beterbiev is arguably the scariest finisher in boxing, having gone 20-0 while knocking out every single opponent he has faced to date. He holds 3 of the belts at 175lbs. Beterbiev is pathologically aggressive, breaking down his opposition over the course of his fights with devastating power and pressure. Dmitry Bivol is one of the most technically proficient boxers in the sport. Famous for handing Canelo Alvarez the 2nd loss of his career, Bivol's timing and footwork make him one of boxing's hardest nuts to crack. That's why he's gotten to 23-0. Easily one of the most compelling fights in combat sports at the moment.
There's some other good fights on the undercard (which won't be on ESPN+, but PPV. Yeah boxing is still weird). The best cruiserweight on the planet, Jai Opetaia (25-0) is defending his title against Jack Massey (22-2). On the women's side, Olympian Skye Nicolson (11-0) defends her world title against the UK's Raven Chapman (9-0). In terms of name value: Chris Eubank Jr. (33-3) is probably the biggest name on the card and will be facing Kamil Szeremeta (25-2-2).
Sunday - October 13th, 2024
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Why Watch: Japanese promoter Teiken has made a habit of doing these double cards full of a bunch of title fights and I love them. The first of the two will take place on early Sunday morning. It'll feature 4 different world title fights, all featuring some of the funnest boxers in Japan at the moment.
First up, WBA bantamweight champion Takuma Inoue (20-1) will defend his title against Seiya Tsutsumi (11-0-2). Takuma is the brother of P4P star Naoya Inoue. A world champion in his own right, Takuma unfortunately doesn't have the power of his brother but is still a world class fighter and a damn good boxer. A win here would set up a unification bout with Junto Nakatani, another Japanese star. Seiya Tsutsumi is a former amateur standout in Japan that has quickly climbed the ranks to challenge for gold. He's been heralded as a future world champion for a while and even won and defended the Japanese BW title. He's also a dangerous finisher, making this a very fun fight to tune in for.
Perhaps the most accomplished fighter on the card is Kenshiro Teraji (21-1, 14 KOs). The former unified champion at light flyweight, Kenshiro is moving up to flyweight to chase another world title. He's one of the most exciting fighters in Japan and is coming off a FOTY contender in January against Carlos Canizales. He's facing off with Cristofer Rosales (37-6), who is himself a very dangerous flyweight. Should be an excellent scrap. We're also getting a fight featuring Seigo Yuri Akui (21-2) who is arguably the top flyweight in the world at the moment and the WBA champion.
Monday - October 14, 2024
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Another early morning card from Japan.
Why Watch: Junto Nakatani (28-0, 21 KOs) is one of the emerging stars coming out of Japan. The WBC bantamweight champion first made waves in the US when he KOed Andrew Moloney in what was one of the best knockouts of 2023. He's recently appeared on Ring Magazine's P4P rankings. At 26, he has a lot of time to do some real damage at the world level. While this fight against a can-crusher like Petch Sor Chitpattana (76-1) isn't doing much for his legacy, it seems like it will be leading to a fight with both Inoue brothers if all things shake out the way they should. Which would be huge for boxing in Japan (and the world).
The 2nd reason to watch this card - Tenshin Nasukawa (4-0). Tenshin Nasukawa was the top P4P kickboxer on the planet when he left the sport to chase a boxing career. A feat he accomplished at like 24-25 years old. Now Tenshin is a full out boxer and has been looking every bit like a future world champion in the sport. He is facing far more experienced boxers and taking their lunch. He's not quite at the world title level yet but a win here against Gerwin Asilo (9-0) will only continue to nudge him up the ladder.
There are two other champions on this card worth knowing about - Anthony Olascuaga (7-1) and Kosei Tanaka (20-1). Got my first look at Olascuaga in his last fight where he looked like an absolute terror in the ring. Fast, accurate, and powerful for a flyweight, he took the WBO title with ease in a 3rd round KO win. Jonathan Gonzalez (28-3) is a very good fighter out of Puerto Rico who was the WBO light flyweight champion before moving up for this fight. Looking forward to that scrap. And Kosei Tanaka is a fun action fighter. Go watch that man slip punches and then flurry back with nice, crisp combinations in the pocket. Extremely satisfying.
Like I said, 3 terrific cards of boxing going down this weekend. If you've ever wanted to get into boxing these cards are a great entry.
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hearts-hunger · 18 days ago
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Read on AO3 | Masterlist | Kitkat Universe Masterlist
Summary: You and Danny go to the annual haunted woods paintball game.
Pairings: Danny x Reader | Genre: fluff | Word Count: 4k | Warnings: smoking
A/N: This is my fic for the GVF Fic Writers Halloween Event! Of course it's Danny and Kitkat <3 I used the prompt "starting a new Halloween tradition". I hope you like it! ♡
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“I want to go too.”
Danny gave you an uncertain look, packing his vest into the duffle bag on your bed. You couldn't tell if it was surprise at your statement or reluctance to have you tag along, and felt a little uncertain yourself as you waited for his answer.
“Are you sure?” he asked. He tucked his curls behind his ear, and you were distracted by the movement for a moment. He was sure to wear a beanie, and you knew it would look cute, but you liked his hair best unbound and unhindered.
“I — I think so,” you said, and you realized it wasn't that convincing. “If I can still go. If you want me to.”
Danny and the boys were going to a staff party at the haunted house they worked for, a midnight glow-in-the-dark paintball extravaganza in the haunted woods on the property. He'd asked you a few days ago if you wanted to join and you'd declined, feeling like it might be a little much for you, but now that he was getting ready to go you suddenly didn't want to miss out on the fun.
“Of course you can still go,” he said easily, and you were glad to know he wasn't regretting extending the invitation. “I’d like it if you did. But it’s... well, it's meant to be kind of scary, kitkat.”
You stood up straighter. “I know. I think I can handle it. I want to try.”
He softened then, giving you an amused smile. 
“Okay, buddy,” he said, using his other silly little nickname for you. “Good on you for being brave. Let's give it a try.”
You glowed with excitement and pride. “Really?” You were no dummy; you knew you'd be a bit of a hindrance just because you weren't very good, not to mention your scaredy-cat tendencies to anything even mildly spooky. “I don't want to... be in the way. I've never played paintball before.”
“You won't be in the way,” he assured you kindly. “I want you there, and so do the guys. And there's gonna be people who've never played before. It'll be fun.”
“Okay,” you said brightly, choosing to believe him even if he was biased because he loved you. But then, you were a little crestfallen — “I don't have any equipment, though. I guess I should have thought of that.”
He waved you off. “I have an extra gun, and I'm sure one of the twins’ extra vests will fit you. We can probably rustle up a helmet from somebody. All you gotta do is dress warm and look cute.”
You smiled up at him. “I think I can handle that.”
He chuckled and kissed your nose. “I think so too. Go get dressed, kitkat. All black so you don't make yourself an easy target.”
He was already dressed head to toe in black, and he cut a fine figure in his dark jeans and thermal shirt. You rifled through your dresser and found a suitable outfit, and you watched him pack the last of his things in the mirror as you braided your hair.
“Ready?” you asked as he zipped up his duffel bag.
He cracked a grin. “Ready. Let's hit it.”
You blasted some rock n roll favorites from your Halloween playlist on the drive, “Runnin’ with the Devil” and “Bark at the Moon”, both of you belting out the tunes as the brisk wind whipped your hair and brought a flush to your cheeks. You decided that you weren't going to chicken out, no matter how intimidating a battle in the middle of the haunted woods sounded, and were hyped up and ready by the time you got there.
“Kitkat!” Josh tossed you a vest as you neared the bonfire where he and Sam were getting warm and outfitted. “Glad you decided to come. Jake went to find you a helmet.”
Danny helped you strap on the vest and showed you how to use the paintball gun, demonstrating where the trigger was, how to refill the hopper, and how to turn the safety off once the game started. He put a refill of paintballs in your vest and made sure everything was snug and comfortable.
“Good?” he asked.
You nodded. “Good.” Jake returned with a helmet for you, and you put it on and looked up at Danny through your mask.
“How do I look?” you asked.
He smirked. “Like a little assassin, kitkat.” He tapped a gloved finger against the brim of your mask. “You'll do great.”
A whistle blew from the woods, indicating that the game was about to start, and the five of you put strips of reflective orange tape on your vests to show what team you were on. The other team, you'd been told, had yellow tape, and you reminded yourself to only shoot at them. You were a little worried you'd get discombobulated and shoot one of your own team members, but you'd try your best.
Danny put on his helmet, and his skull-shaped black mask was spooky in the firelight. Though he'd been handsome to you earlier, outfitted and confident and big, he looked downright scary with the mask on.
You smiled a little. You had some experience with Danny looking intimidating behind a mask, and that had turned out alright. This probably would too.
You stuck close by his side as you tramped through the woods to your team's starting point, listening to the chatter of excited players and the nightly cacophony of the woods. Owls and crickets and breeze-swept branches made the woods come alive, and despite the effectively haunting atmosphere, you were excited to play and see how well you'd do. A nervous anticipation sent a cool tingling through your fingers, and you gripped the gun more tightly than Danny had showed you to.
“Um, Danny?” you asked when you stopped, looking up at his mask.
“Hm? You alright?”
You nodded. You wished you could see his face. 
“Can you... can you stay with me? For the first round, anyway?” You knew he probably wanted to run off and play Black Ops with his friends and not be slowed down sticking with you, but you'd get lost and freaked out in a second without him.
He leaned down to bonk his helmet gently against yours.
“Yes. Of course.”
You giggled. “Thanks.”
The ref on your side reastated the rules and boundaries, pointing out your team's home base that would serve as a resupply point, a medical tent should anyone need it, and the place you were supposed to go if you got out. There would be no mistaking who was hit and who wasn't; the paint was glow in the dark, and it would show in fluorescent green. Otherwise, you were on your own to play as long as you lasted. It was a game of capture the flag, so you were to be on the lookout for a glowing banner emblazoned with a witch's hat; your team's was branded with a ghost.
“Players ready?” the ref asked. “Three, two, one — ”
An air horn sounded, startling you, and every member of your team took off at a run to find cover and go after the flag. The loud popping of offensive fire filled the woods almost immediately, players already meeting each other out in the woods, and you suddenly became a lot less confident than you had been.
Danny hadn't run off with everyone else, patiently waiting for you, and you were so thankful for your very kind boyfriend when you knew he wanted to be out there in the thick of it. He held out his hand.
“You got this, kitkat. I'm right here with you.”
You put your hand in his and let him lead you at a jog through the woods he knew by heart. Most of the players did, since they worked here, but some stragglers seemed either as unsure as you were or just plain foolish, standing out in the open. You caught a glimpse of yellow tape, but before you could even raise your gun, Danny had dispatched the player and sent them back to their base groaning and cursing their bad luck.
“Come on,” he said, taking your hand again, his voice muffled through the mask. “I know a few likely places they could have put their flag. Let's go.”
You roused to the thrill of the game as you went quickly through the woods, dodging trees and roots and decorations of various shapes and sizes: vampire statues, headstones, giant looming skeletons. Leaves crunched under your feet, telltale even under the constant sound of gunfire, giving away people's positions left and right. Danny took the other team's players out with startling accuracy, and though you fired a few times, you only maged to hit trees or some set pieces.
Danny pulled you behind a huge rock, one that usually served as a jumping-off point, literally, for some ghoul or goblin to scare passers-by during operating hours. You caught your breath as he took a look around, careful to be quiet.
“Their flag's definitely over this way,” he said in a low voice when he rejoined you. “There’s too many people grouped up here for it not to be. We just gotta find out way around to it.” He tugged a little on the strap of your vest.
“Still good?” he asked.
“Yeah,” you said, grinning behind your mask. “It’s kinda fun.”
He laughed. “I told you it would be. You stay here a minute. I'm gonna go scout out a little further ahead.”
You didn't exactly love him leaving you in the dark, noisy woods, but you didn't protest, happy to let him have a little solo macho time. You waited in your hiding spot for him to come back, listening to the excited laughter, the happy yelling, the calls back and forth of friends as they played. It soothed your nerves a little to hear that it was a game, really, and that all the fear and adrenaline was in good fun.
All of a sudden, somebody skidded around the corner of your rock, and you raised your gun and fired without thinking.
“Damn!” The other player gave a groan of pain at the impact, and though you were relived it wasn't Danny you'd shot, you noticed with chagrin that it was somebody wearing orange tape.
“Oh, I'm sorry!” you said sincerely. “I didn't see your tape. I'm really sorry.”
The other player huffed and sat next to you, leaning against the rock.
“Kitkat?” he asked. You recognized that distinctive Kiszka accent. “It’s Sam.”
You felt marginally better then, knowing Sam would forgive your shoot-first-ask-questions-later strategy. 
“Aw, Sam, I'm sorry I shot you. You scared me to death.”
He laughed. “Yeah, you scared me too. Good hit, though.” He looked around. “Where’s Danny?”
“He went to look for the flag,” you said. “He thinks it's around here somewhere.”
Sam nodded. “It is. Gonna be a hell of a time gettin’ to it though. Jake got hit, but Josh is still out there as far as I know.”
Danny came around the corner then, and both you and Sam raised your guns before you saw it was him. He held up his hands.
“Just me,” he panted. “Don’t shoot.”
“Well, she already shot me,” Sam groused good-naturedly. “Hey, you got hit.”
Danny’s hand hovered over the bright green paint on his chest. “Yeah, I know. It's wicked over there. That's definitely where they have the flag. Too bad we can't get it.”
“We could,” Sam said. “Respawn’s only ten minutes.”
“Really?” Danny asked, brightening. “Oh. I must have missed that. Let's get back to base, then.”
Though you weren't hit, you went with them back to base; you could still play, and you actually managed to shoot one of the opposing team members as you made your way back through the woods.
“Hey, good shot,” Danny praised. “We might make a paintball player out of you yet, kitkat.”
Glowing with pride and pleasure, you came into the warm circle of light at the home base and joined the players waiting to respawn. You took off your masks and caught your breath, Danny and Sam wiping the paint off their vests and letting the ref know they were staring their wait time.
Danny bummed a cigarette off of somebody and came to stand with you, Sam, and Jake, who was animatedly telling the story of how he'd been shot.
“I have, like, four minutes left,” he said. “Then I’m going right back where I was. There's only one guard over there, and he's the one that shot me, but now that I know here's there, I can take him out.”
Danny looped a thumb around the strap of his vest and exhaled smoke through his nose. “Where is it? Looked to me like they had people everywhere.”
“By the graveyard,” he said eagerly, and you could tell Danny knew exactly where that was. “Come that way if you can, but — ” He looked a little smug. “I’ll probably have the flag by then.”
“Yeah, but you gotta get it back here, Jakey,” Sam teased. “Think you can manage that?”
“Come with me and be my bodyguard,” he joked right back. “I could use a few bodies between me and a paintball, Sammy.”
Josh came tramping in as Danny finished his cigarette, looking a little worse for wear with paint splattered on his shoulder, his chest, and his leg.
“Damn, Josh,” Sam laughed. “You got your ass kicked, huh?”
Josh sat down heavily on the bench, gratefully accepting a bottle of water from his twin. 
“Yeah, well, some moron shot me while I was on my way back,” he said. He swilled the water. “As if I wasn't bright fucking green already.”
You all laughed and commiserated with him, Sam distracting him from his losses by regaling him with the tale of being shot by his own team member.
“And you'll never guess who it was,” he said.
Josh raised a brow and looked at Danny.
“Wasn’t me!” he protested with a laugh. “Kitkat’s the sharpshooter, not me.”
You took the subsequent ribbing with grace.
“He scared me!” you said, laughing. “Running around the corner like a bat out of hell!”
“Now, Sam,” Josh said, pointing an accusing water bottle at his brother. “You should know better than to scare our poor kitkat.”
Jake took his leave when his time was up, telling you all to come join him at the graveyard, and pretty soon it was time for you, Danny, and Sam to get back to the game as well. Josh wished you good luck, saying he'd join the group guarding your team's flag, and you headed out into the fray again.
“I’m gonna go by Jason’s house,” Sam said, indicating the path to the Friday the 13th set. “I know Jake said to go the other way, but hey, no guts, no glory.”
You parted ways and took off towards the graveyard, Danny leading you down the path, weaving between trees and narrowly avoiding being shot several times. Somebody jumped out at you from behind a headstone, but Danny stepped in front of you and took the player out before they could even shoot.
“My hero,” you said dreamily.
He laughed. “Come on, trouble.”
You were quiet and cautious as you neared the location of the flag, dodging the guards and hiding behind every bit of cover you could find. The action wasn't so feverish here, though the air was more tense; guards roamed around, almost a dozen of them, and you and Danny were furtive and careful as you made your way around them.
“If I get shot,” you whispered, “I’ll go back alone and you keep looking for the flag.”
“You sure?”
“Yes, I'm sure. You have to be at Jake to it.”
He breathed a laugh and patted your helmet. “Okay. Good deal.”
You met Jake a few minutes later, trudging upright and without caution back the way you'd come, green paint glowing on his thigh. You caught his attention, and he was more wary as he hunkered down beside you and Danny.
“The flag is right there,” he said, motioning over the little rise in front of you. “Go get it. Be careful. I’ll wait here and guard you while we go back.”
You pulled at Danny's sleeve. “Do you want me to stay too?” You were worried you'd slow him down as he went to get the flag, but he shook his head.
“No way,” he said. “You’re gettin’ that flag, kitkat. You'll be like the final girl in a paintball slasher movie. You're gonna win this whole thing.”
You doubted it, but his conviction was sweet all the same. You held onto the back of his vest as you walked quickly over the rise, keeping low, and he reached a hand back to reassure you.
Then, like a bright green beacon right in the middle of the graveyard, was the flag with the starry witch hat. None of the guards suspected anyone would be that close, so you were free to take it and get back to your hiding spot without being caught. You could hardly believe that you'd gotten it, and Jake almost gave you position away in his excitement when you showed him. 
“Holy shit!” he said, a yell contained in a fervent whisper. “You got it! Hide it under your vest, kitkat, before somebody sees it!”
“Are we allowed to hide it?” you asked.
“Yeah,” Danny answered, “but whoever brings the flag in can't be hit. Stay close, kitkat.”
You shoved the flag between your shirt and your vest, hiding the bright green, and the three of you set off at a run back to base. You heard when someone realized the flag was gone, and the three of you moved even quicker; you were being chased now, shots coming rapidly from behind you. Jake was already hit, so he moved behind you to take the brunt of it; you could see the light of the base when Danny gave a grunt of pain and stumbled forward.
“‘S okay, keep going,” he said, a little winded from the impact. The player who'd shot him was coming up close now, but they didn't shoot; maybe they didn't know you were there, and Danny and Jake were glowing already.
“There’s somebody else with them,” the other player said to a companion close behind. Thinking fast, you ran your sleeve over Danny's back and held up your hand.
“I’m hit too,” you said, the paint glowing as evidence.
The players let you go, fooled by the ruse and confident that even if you did have the flag, it would have to be returned if you showed up hit. Danny and Jake barely contained their glee.
“I can't believe that worked!” Danny said, boyishly pounding you on the back when you were a safe distance from the other players. “Holy shit, kitkat! That was incredible!” 
You wobbled a little under the strength of his pride and praise, grinning up at him.
“Let’s go!” Jake urged. “We’re almost there!”
You ran headlong towards the base, caution thrown to the wind as you were back among your own team, the boys whooping and hollering as you barreled in.
“We got it!” Danny yelled as you came into base. “We got the flag!”
The players gathered close around you.
“Show ‘em,” he said eagerly.
You held their attention and pulled the flag out with a flourish.
“Voilà,” you said dramatically. “The witch’s hat!”
Your team erupted into cheers, losing themselves in the excitement of victory, and only quieted down when the ref came to examine the win.
“You have paint on you,” he said, looking at your sleeve with a critical eye. “If you were hit, it doesn't count.”
“She wasn't hit,” Jake said, dragging Danny around to show off the smudged mark on his back. “She put Danny's paint on her to trick the guys who were chasing us, and it worked.”
The paint showed clear evidence that you hadn't been hit, only smeared with paint, and the ref declared it a victory with a blast of the air horn. Your team cheered and crowded you, Danny, and Jake, lauding you as the conquering heroes. 
Sam and Josh came in from the playing field, fairly tackling you as they celebrated your victory. Buffeted on all sides by fervor and excitement, you were glad to feel Danny's steadying hand on your back; he handed the flag off to a bunch of players who ran to gloat at the other team, pulling you close to his side.
“Still good?” he asked. His smile was warm as he looked down at you.
You beamed. “Good? I feel amazing! I am the final girl, like you said! I can't believe I won!”
He laughed and gave you a victory kiss. “I can, kitkat. I knew you could do it.”
When things had settled back down and everyone was wiped of paint from the previous game, the flags were hidden again and another game started. You decided to stay with Josh for guard duty and let Danny run free, and you knew he was having a good time with Jake and Sam. You and Josh did a fine job as guards, taking people out as they tried to capture your flag, Josh giving you pointers on your aim until it wasn't half bad. Some sneaky player eventually got both of you from behind, though, and you could do nothing but watch as they made off with the flag.
“Maybe they'll get hit,” you said hopefully.
A few moments later, a victory roar was heard from the opposite base, and Josh gave you a wry smile.
“Or not,” he said cheerfully. He put his arm around your shoulders. “You still won the first one, though, so I'd say we did alright.”
The game was slated to go on as long as people wanted to play, but you and the boys took your leave when that round was over. Cleaning and packing up your gear, you decided to meet at the diner for a celebratory dinner in the wee hours of the morning.
Over cups of decaf and plates of wonderfully greasy diner food, the five of you sat comfortably squeezed in the cracked vinyl booth and relished in your victory. “Time Warp” from Rocky Horror warbled from the ancient jukebox in the corner, and as you sat shoulder to shoulder with the twins and across from Sam and Danny, you felt yourself smile at the comfort and closeness of your little family.
While the Kiszkas replayed every moment of the glorious battle, you and Danny snuck out to the parking lot for a smoke. It was a bit of a tradition now, and you snuggled close in the warm pools of light spilling from the diner windows. 
“I think we should make this a new tradition,” Danny said. “You winning the annual paintball game.”
You laughed. “We can try, anyway.” You tucked your hand under his jacket. “Thanks for inviting me. And for staying with me.”
“I love you,” he said simply. “I’m glad you came.”
You watched the cars go by, said hello to the diner cat who often roamed around looking for scraps of bacon or a friendly pet. Danny pulled another cigarette from his pocket.
“You want to see a magic trick?” he asked. “It’s almost as cool as when you pulled the flag out.”
You watched his hand. “Sure. Show me.”
He did some fancy moves with the cigarette as you wondered what exactly you were watching for, and you were so busy watching his hands that you didn't notice what the real trick was.
“Abracadabra,” he said, and snuck a kiss.
You giggled and pushed him away. “That was a terrible magic trick!” you protested.
He smiled. “So you don't want me to do it again?”
You wound your arms around his neck. “I didn't say that.”
He kissed you and held you close, and you decided it wasn't such a bad magic trick after all.
“I love you,” he said sweetly. “Happy Halloween, my final girl. I hope you survive every movie and take me with you.”
You laughed and looked up into his beloved face, thinking you'd much rather be in the romcom you were in right now, but with Danny, you'd be happy with anything, even a slasher flick.
“Aw, Danny.” You gave him a kiss. “Me too.”
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nexionswild · 1 year ago
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IN WHICH MANEATER!reader admits their feelings for the van der linde boys. [p.2] [p.1]
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includes: charles ∿ lenny ∿ sean ∿ bill
content warning: fluff, a little angsty in bill’s part, no pronouns [GN]
a/n: i think half of them are so ooc nd im so sorry omdgshjq i’m still trying to figure out how to write for lenny and sean but i promise i’ll get better with time 🦾
✦ ﹒ charles smith
you caught him off guard, that's for sure..
charles is used to being perceived as intimidating and scary, considering his origins and his size, but that's what you like about him.
he never noticed how you'd stare lovingly whenever he'd explain his cultural way of hunting down animals or practice some other things.
and you never noticed how much he had to turn his head away when he saw you flirting men according to dutch's plan. but charles have dignity, and would admit to have found himself jealous every time you'd coo love words out of those pretty lips of yours.
probably needs time to acknowledge that you're dead serious about this relationship, and really looking forward to it. he's not against it tho, he's just.. surprised.
be ready because those massive hands of his are never leaving your waist the moment he gracefully accepts your confession. like never ever. and he doesn't have any shame either, and maybe he'll refrain from being too much of a sweetie in camp for your sake, given you can be easily embarassed if he surprise you with his loving demeanour, but he won't hold back as soon as the gang members are away.
"my mother taught me all the ways to treat a lover.. i hope it'll meet your expectations."
unfiltered romantic. it makes you blush how much he says the most romantic thing out of pocket and pretend like that never happened.
your name is the only thing that comes out of his mouth every now and then, you know because arthur keeps mentioning how much charles talks about you as if you were the only beautiful thing that's plaguing his mind.
✦ ﹒ lenny summers
lenny is so flustered, i'm sorry, god, he's baby
he probably stammered like a fool after you confessed, why wouldn't he? you're perfect, so perfect and he's just some kid, trying to be a big bad outlaw. perhaps that's what you like about him. he's nervous like a little kitty, and lord knows how much nervous men makes your day.
"i- i.. ahem.. yes, yes, of course!"
you made him so embarassed, i hope you're proud of yourself.
he'll struggle telling you how jealous he felt, it didn't really struck his mind first before you even confessed, i mean, sure he did think you were charming, but he never really bat an eye at your work.
he only got feelings because you were fun to listen to, you didn’t notice how he’d watch you every time you went on your drunken rants. it’s only recently that you found out according to karen.
for most of the part, lenny would rely on you. i mean you can’t blame him, you’re popular. in a way, you are, you’re like dutch. you have a lot of contacts, and charisma, he’s been a bystander. he’s pretty awkward, he doesn’t know what to do, but you find it cute, somehow.
of course, he’ll start to man up eventually when he feels more confident by the time you’ve shown him what you’re most comfortable with in terms of love languages, and he easily adapts himself to it. i mean, he absolutely loves spending time with you, and the amount of patience you put in for him really melts his heart in a way, but he’ll never admit it. ever.
depending on what you’re most comfortable with, lenny would gladly ride all the way to saint-denis for the simple wish of getting you something expensive, or even bring you along with him so you get to choose what you want. something he didn’t expect to see is you using your flirtatious ways of getting an item for free.
“you really know how to fool a man.. please don’t make a fool out of me.”
✦ ﹒ sean macguire
“ha! i knew ya’d fall for me!”
absolutely did not know you’d fall for him.
sean likes to be confident, at least he likes to appear confident. but often mix things up with arrogance, and if you were to call him out on that, he would tone it down a little. he doesn’t mean to be rude to you, he’s genuinely happy, he just doesn’t know how to properly express it.
sean have a loud mouth, and he didn’t hide the fact that he was getting irritated when men were attracted to you, often times he’d be barked at by arthur or john for fucking up your plan for being jealous. he never understood it, he thought he was being a gentleman chasing those creeps away.
he’s a comedian, on accident. you don’t know how to describe it but there’s something really sweet in seeing him ramble to the point where he’s humorous like that. you guess that’s how you fell for him. sean is so honest. and so dumb, too.
what you most love, is when he gets drunk. that’s where he starts to be overwhelmingly affectionate. and the gang teases you about it, but you couldn’t care less. he’s adorable that way! why would you make fun of something as precious as his honesty? especially when he’s slurring on his words, too?
he’s not a charmer with words, and he knows it. that’s why the best he could do to prove his love is by teasing or joking around with you, he’s trying his best.
“these english men keeps bullyin’ ya… just tell me! i’ll shoot ‘em right between thei’ eyes, yeah?”
he wants to look strong and fearless for you, he wants to impress you in every way he can. sometimes, you’d see him getting angry about the fact that he lost something, wether i’d be a fist fight or a game, but the moment he sees you, he gets embarrassed.
you’re the only one who can reassure him that what he failed to achieve doesn’t matter much, the effort is more important.
✦ ﹒ bill williamson
doesn’t believe you. at all.
bill was always made fun of, or teased by others to get a rise out of him. and he doesn’t believe you, because he thinks it’s just another way to make him mad. but he can’t help and think how evil this is, using you, someone he truly admire, to pick on him?
when you insist that you’re not joking, bill starts to get angry. not at you, but it’s just the way he is, he’s trying his best but he’s still in doubt.
given your reputation with men, and how many times he have to ignore you on duty, he just think it’s purely for the entertainment of seeing him falling like a fool. williamson is someone who’s not joking around, and that you know.
“if you love me, why would you?” he snaps. then immediately regrets. he doesn’t wanna lash it out on you, and he’d drink himself to death if he’s actually convinced that you love him that way.
he wants to apologize, but no words are leaving his mouth. and there’s an unbearable amount of pressure on his shoulders by this point, but when you take your time and explain to him the reason behind your fondness, he softens up a tad.
you had the patience to deal with him, surely you were serious?
“fine. i believe you. but i’m warning you, if this is some sick joke, i’ll—… i’ll…”
he won’t do anything.
for the past few weeks, you’ve been awfully affectionate towards him to prove your point. and he complains about it, tho he secretly enjoy having your full undivided attention. every time dutch planned to take him for a mission, you’ve been prepping his saddle and equipments, and when he came back, you’ve welcome him back with your arms open.
and while you were acting like some kind of stay-at-home spouse, bill would be silently protective over you. when you have to talk to men and women and fake another of your identity to wrap them around your finger, bill would silently sit at a table nearby and watch carefully, making sure no one lays a finger on you.
and when you thank him for his care through kisses, all you hear are grumbling noises and a little “you’re welcome”.
he’s just an angry worked up man, but you love him for it. (surprisingly!)
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sardonic-the-writer · 1 year ago
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𝐌𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐬 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐀 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐇𝐚𝐬 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐜 𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐖𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐈𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞
↳ includes: scout, medic, pyro, sniper, and spy
↳ warnings: talk of pain but nothing too in detail. specific area of pain is kept ambiguous for inclusiveness
↳ song: teenage dirtbag—dsiboys
masterlist!
𝐒𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐭
• Scout is honestly just bummed you won't be playing any baseball games with him anytime soon
• He strikes me as the type of guy to not take your illness as seriously as he should, often making pokes and jabs of you just wanting to get out of stuff, until he sees one of your bad days with his own eyes
• After that, he's so ashamed of himself for how he acted. Shuffling his feet and rubbing the back of his neck anxiously; all that jazz
• Is a lot more aware of your needs now
• Still puts up a front. Refuses to be anything sort of quote unquote 'manly', so expressing that he's worried about your wellbeing is hard to do in front of the others
• Does care about you, though. He might get teased for it— resulting in the tips of his ears turning red and a bunch of angry denial —but at the end of the day he'll offer up his prized comic books for you to read as a distraction
𝐌𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐜
• Medic has undoubtedly noticed your condition far before you chose to tell him. How he had figured it out so quick, you had no idea, but he probably found out the same way he knew what your blood type was. Despite never having given him a sample
• It's a bit weird at first, having someone who constantly wants to do invasive surgery on your body actually offering to ease your pain.
• It is Medic after all. A small part of you had been nervously wondering if he would get some sort of sick joy out of watching you struggled to do basic tasks
• Instead, he was giving you special visitation hours with Archemedes while he tinkered with what he dubbed 'Your Problem Area'. Whether that was your knees or back or shoulders, a file on your condition quickly opened and the quickest course of action was taken to remedy it
• Gives you little suckers at the end of your visits and a big smile for a job well done
𝐏𝐲𝐫𝐨
• You aren't sure if they understand what you're saying when you first explain it
• To be fair, you can't decipher them on a normal basis, so this was expected
• But Pyro just tilts their head before letting out what sounded like a sniffling noise and bringing you into a bone crushing hug
• You wouldn't be able to tell, but in their own special Pyro Vision, the arsonist could occasionally see a painful red surrounding you anytime you felt like this. And it pained them to know you were hurting from something other than the scheduled battles
• Colors you crude little drawings with their box of crayons Engineer bought them. It often depicts you and them riding unicorns or jumping over rainbows. Always smiling and having fun
• Takes to plastering little cartoony bandaids over your skin. They don't really solve any actual pain, but the thought is still there
• Will make little fires for you and bring you to them happily. Normally, it's followed by Heavy or Engineer rushing over to put it out before it spread
𝐒𝐧𝐢𝐩𝐞𝐫
• On the off chance that he actually came out of his trailer, Sniper would be awkwardly helpful
• He most likey heard you talking to Medic or complaining to Spy about your chronic pain, and put two and two together
• Why you were shut up in your room durring mealtime somedays, constsntly seen walking in and out of the med bay, taking numerous amounts of pills in the morning, etc
• Is discreet in his care. It'll be little things, like telling Scout to 'lay off mate' if the Bostonian is hounding you about your lackluster performance that day; even if only as a joke
• If Sniper is lucky enough to bag some game on one of the ceasefire days, he'll approach your bedroom door and offer you a bit of the meat he cooked. Won't be offended if you're not up to it, just puts it in the fridge for later if you change your mind. Makes sure that the rest of the team knows it's for you, too
𝐒𝐩𝐲
• Spy is probably the most elegant of the team when acknowledging your condition
• If he's feeling nice when you approach him about it, he'll nod along to your small explanation and even indulge you if you choose to rant about it for a bit
• If he's not in a good mood, then just wait it out. It's not worth the wrath of an angry Frenchman for bothering him. Will become slightly less angered if you explain you were only there to share some vulnerability, however
• Tells you there's no shame in it. As an older man himself, he's no stranger to the pain that comes with this job
• Might allow you to crash in his smoking room a few times if your room is being overrun by the others. Spy knows that you won't pull any funny business on him, and god help anyone that tries to barge in in search of you (namely Scout)
• Content to sit in comfortable silence as you rest up and sleep away the pain. Spy might be a no-good lying back stabber, but at the end of the day, he's still a gentleman
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veryinactiveartist · 24 days ago
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Moodboard & Fic Pitch
Pre TLOU!Joel Miller × f!Reader
The Last Of Us
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Sweetness & Lighting: Series Synopsis
It's 1993 in central Texas, and things are as well as they could be for a single father, Joel Miller. That's if you don't include his struggling financial situation and the grueling effects of his new construction job. But now it's summer, Sarah won't be occupied in a classroom setting for some time, leaving him without proper care to watch Sarah while he works.
With his new dilemma, Joel couldn't help but vent to his little brother, Tommy, who for once offered a solution; with no other choice, he figured it was worth a shot. Hire a babysitter, but she so happens to be one of Tommy's friends who's a recent graduate. Joel worried about the cost of hiring, but Tommy insisted she was a generous spirit who would gladly help with little cost. Once she knew his situation, Tommy was right. He has never been so thankful to welcome a stranger into his home, even if he still has reservations.
Little did he know, Tommy's friend had already become quite smitten with Joel the moment she first laid eyes on him but planned to keep it to herself. She's only here to do her job and it's not like Joel would like her back. But he did. It took a bit of time but once he realized it, he fell hard. He just knew he couldn't let you go once the summer was over. Why not keep her employed longer. He could admit his feelings at some point. Right?
Tags/Warnings: Idk if I can list this as a slow burn given this probably won't be more than 20 chapters. Eventual smut, masturbation >:3 but mainly plot. Minor Social commentary. Semi-frequent 80's pop culture references (mainly music). Mild cursing. Rom-Com adjacent fic(I will try). Virgin reader (Joel will be ready😏). Single dad Joel. Scenes that depict bullying. (for both the reader and Sarah). Use of original characters. The reader is 21. Joel is 25/turns 26. Sarah is roughly around 6. Lowkey Devious Sarah/Sarah shenanigans(u know how kids are). Texas geography references. Possible holiday plotlines (Halloween, Thanksgiving, Christmas, and New Year) fic timeline spans over 7 months.
Author Notes & Rambles
Lord, I have so many fic ideas that I must write 😤. I actually shared this idea with a mutual while back, so this one is a bit more personal. This will probably be the first series I write when we get to 2025. As far as I know, this won't be anything too crazy, the outline I'm working on right now ranges from 14 - 20 chapters. I'm trying to give myself some room to stay within that frame I've given myself but we'll see what happens.
As of now, I don't wanna share too much about what I have planned,, but I also wanna share everything jdjkdjs. This will be a "slow burn" in a sense, but it'll be a short series, so idk if it fits here but oh well. However, the smutting won't happen later on in the fic as I will be focusing on Joel and the reader actually becoming friends because they deserve it
I already started making a playlist for this as inspo because I can't without listening to music tbh so that's been really fun. So I can't wait for when that comes out and it will be just music from that period and songs referenced in the fic, So all 1993 and going back a bit further to give the reader insert a bit of range. There'll be some mild pop culture references like movies but mostly music, and I will try not to be excessive as I know that can be annoying in movies these days. Bubblebee
I'd like to thank all the pictures of mid-20s Pedro Pascal before I go. I wouldn't have been here without him. 😭😭😭
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sierrrraaawwwwwcgtcvh · 11 months ago
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Velvet x GN!Reader
Warnings: mentions of stalking and having a g¥n
Relationship: Romantic
You chased after Velvet as she ran off of stage mere moments ago.
You were backstage, watching. You saw her lock eyes with someone before her face turned into one of horror. She had ran off stage immediately after a song had ended leaving the audience in confusion.
"Velvet! Wait.. up!" You panted, out of breath as you ran after the girl. She ran into her dressing room, kicking the door open. 
She left the door open for you as you walked inside and shut it. "What happened out there? Did you see someone?" You watched as she tensed up at the word 'someone.'
"Baby?" You tried to get her attention as she walked over to her vanity and sat down on the chair in front of it. 
"Shut up!" She snapped as she grabbed a hair brush and gripped it so hard you could see her hand begin to shake. "I-I'm sorry.. I just.." She sighed as she let go of the brush. The brush falling to the floor with a clattering sound. "Baby.. it's okay." You walked over to her and sat next to her. Her seat could hold only two people. 
She wrapped her arms around you. "I saw someone, from my past. I just got scared and I didn't know what to do." She leaned her head on your shoulder. 
"Who was it?" You asked, leaning your head against hers. 
"It was an old stalker of mine.. I thought they went away after Veneer and I moved but I guess I was wrong.."
"A stalker?.. I'm sorry you had to go through that.." You wrapped your arms around her slowly, to not startle her. 
"It's okay. It's not your fault anyway.. Oh, I should probably get back on stage." she sighed. 
"Let's go together yeah? Well.. obviously I won't go on stage but I'll be with you at all times." You smiled. 
"Yeah.. let's do that." She smiled as the both of you got up.  She kissed your cheek as you giggled.
Just then, the door bursted open to show a person in a black hoodie. 
"You're going to be with me, Velvet! We'll have soo.. much fun together!" The person laughed like a manic as they walked over to the two of you. You stood in front of Velvet with an arm outstretched to protect her as you reached into your pocket. 
WHERES MY GUN!? You internally screamed as the person stepped closer.
"Oh? You really thin- gk!" The person fell to the floor, groaning. You heard a buzzing sound as you looked at the person, to the owner of whatever was buzzing. A taser you assumed?
Velvet was hiding behind you. You looked up and saw Veneer with a tazer. 
"Oh, so you two are together?" Veneer stared at the both of you with a death glare as he saw the purple lipstick on your cheek. "Well, congratulations you two. However, we do have a concert to continue. But.. it'll be postponed for.. obvious reasons." Veneer stepped on the person that was on the floor as he walked in. The person groaned at that.
"Security!" Veneer shouted as two people rushed in. They wore suits..? "Take this man out of here, and postpone the concert for an hour!" Veneer barked orders at the two men and they immediately got to work, dragging the person on the floor out of the room. 
"You okay, sis?" Veneer asked. Velvet got from behind me and walked over to her brother. 
"Yeah, just a little shaken up is all. I can't believe he was even here! Didn't he get sent to prison?" Velvet groaned as she sat down on a couch. 
"Y'know the prison he was at is very easy to escape.. I figured he'd show up sometime soon but I didn't think he'd show up today." Veneer sighed as he sat next to his sister. 
"Umm.. Why didn't they send him to a prison with higher security?" You asked, joining the two on the couch. You sat in the middle of the couch.
"No idea." Veneer shook his head.
"Oh well, doesn't matter anyway. After this, he'll most likely go to a new and better prison." Velvet wrapped an arm around your waist. "Thank you for trying to protect me." 
"Ah- You're welcome! I don't know where my gun is though.." You leaned your head on Velvet's shoulder.
"You had a gun!?" Veneer shouted.
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howlsofbloodhounds · 3 months ago
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Oh how I've been waiting to send these all in. My time has finally come.
(Cw/tw: drinking mention, depression, suicidal ideation mention, hallucinatiom and possession mentions)
- They have a rule where none of them are allowed to drink alone (Epic scared the shit out of them one specific time, both Delta and Color have landed themselves in jail from doing dumb shit before), so if one drinks, they all drink together. If Beta gets uncomfortable, they will stop. However, them all being some form of drunk means Beta gets recording and blackmail privileges.
- They all need different ways of comfort (Epic needs physical/verbal reassurance and distractions, Color needs verbal reassurance as touch can be too much for him at times, and Delta needs physical touch and to talk about what's bothering him).
- They all speak multiple languages (since Delta and Epic's creators are both from the Philippines, I imagine they'd both speak Tagalog, Filipino and Spanish. Epic also probably knows Japanese. Color can speak Arabic since his creator is from Egypt (from what the wiki said).
- They have definitely blown something up as a group before. I will let you decide what that something will be.
- Delta has blown up a microwave before on accident (and gets clowned for it).
- They all forget to eat sometimes and need to be reminded.
- They are all banned from UNO, Monopoly, and Mario Cart. Especially Delta.
- They know about Epic's depression and help pull him out of depressive ruts when needed.
- They know how to calm Delta down and distract him if he's getting too angry.
- They know how to comfort and gently but bluntly correct Color's hyper-empathy if it's causing him too much stress.
- They all love Zorox so much and probably give him too many treats.
- They have all had some form of an identity crisis at one point or another.
- On the alignment chart: Color is lawful good, Epic is true neutral, and Delta/Beta is chaotic good.
- They are very protective of each other. If someone is talking shit, they will handle it differently; Epic will 'jokingly' threaten to shut them up, both physically and verbally. Color will correct their behavior and scold them, maybe guilt trip them a bit. Delta will probably threaten to beat the shit out of them if they don't stop.
- They all experience PTSD nightmares.
- Epic is the reason they found out Beta gets sugar rushes (and since they affect Beta, then it would probably affect Delta too? Their ADHD would probably be off the charts).
- They all drink way too much caffeine (Delta is forced to drink half-caf bc Beta goes off the fucking wall Bonkers if they get any of it).
- Due to trying to avoid sleep, Epic sometimes experiences hallucinations/delusions if he goes too many days without sleeping.
- Delta/Beta are the most chaotic obviously, therefore need to be watched over to make sure they won't do anything crazy or stupid.
- They can all be a bit dramatic at times.
- Beta has definetly tried to see if they could roast marshmallows from the heat of Color's flames before.
- Beta is the little brother of the group and is treated as such.
- They all know ASL.
- They probably know Morse Code.
- They do NOT like creepy dolls or figures. Including mannequins. Epic and Color are disturbed by them and dislike them, but Delta/Beta HATE them.
- Epic takes great joy in annoying them with brainrot slang.
- They'll just. Pick each other up sometimes. Sometimes it'll be for a reason, like if they have to put Delta/Beta in air jail, but other times it'll be just for fun.
- I'm not sure how to explain it but their ages vs. how they act goes like this: Epic is the oldest but acts the youngest, Color is the middle but acts the oldest, and Delta/Beta is the youngest but acts the middle (Beta acts their age).
- During their haunted explorations, sometimes the ghosts will attack Beta, mostly because he's another ghost but in a different way. The rest of the group protects him (usually Delta switches out with him).
- Also during their haunted explorations, Delta has gotten possessed before. It was not fun. They no longer play mirror games or do seances. His tells for possession are: eye flickering (his eyes will flicker-change colors to whatever the Soul color is of the possessing ghost), going nonverbal, sudden aggression, acting like who's possessing him (ex; if the ghost possessing him likes to hide around, Delta will suddenly run/teleport off and hide from the others. They will have to find him, and if Delta doesn't want to be found, he won't be for a while.
- If one of them (usually Delta) says something particularly unhinged, the others will gently but firmly either whack him upside the head or bonk him to correct him.
- Sometimes Delta will need to ask permission to beat the shit out of someone (usually this is directed at Cross and Killer if they do something dumb). They made their own little signs to ask so no one outside of their group would be able to understand. He is usually told no (there was one rare occasion he was allowed to rock Killer's shit, and it made his entire fucking week).
- (This is inspired by that one ask talking about how Delta would try to sacrifice himself in battle) Delta has little to no self preservation skills. Like worse than the other two. He will not think ahead to how certain actions could affect the future unless its during a fight or dire circumstances. He has had suicide issues in the past and his friends know about it (hence one of the many reasons no one's allowed to drink alone).
- (Also inspired by the same ask as above) whenever Delta tries/does stupid and/or harmful shit, his friends do not let him get away with it. They have had to drive him to the hospital on more than one occasion depending on how hurt he is. They will talk about it with him no matter how much he doesn't want them to.
- Even though he doesn't like Cross and Killer, if he notices or is told that something he's doing is bothering them, he will stop immediately. No questions asked. He may dislike them and want to fight them, but he won't disrespect or purposefully trigger them.
- Beta likes to bite on random. Delta could literally just be working and all the sudden Beta tries to bite his hand. Like a puppy. Along with that, if he feels like he's not getting enough attention, he will start bothering them or try to play-fight.
- Yk that challenge where you fill your mouth with water and then smack someone with a tortilla? They've done that challenge before.
- Beta likes bugs. And also likes to scare the others with them.
Yay more headcanons!
Although I tend to lend more towards Color being Neutral Good, according to this description;
“Neutral good is a character alignment that describes someone who acts altruistically and without regard for rules or tradition. Neutral good characters are often willing to cooperate with lawful officials, but they don't feel obligated to them.
They may also do the right thing, even if it means breaking the rules. Examples of neutral good characters include healers who treat both sides of a fight and people who feed the starving during a war.” But lawful good seems to fit pretty well too.
And I can imagine that both Epic and Color are very protective of Delta and helping when whenever he hurts himself, not only because he’s their friend and because they care about him, but because Delta is in large part the only reason they’re able to still keep going in the day to day.
Delta was very helpful and inspiring for them both. Meeting Delta when he did is the very reason Color was even able to help Killer at all, let alone keep going without also getting himself killed. And im sure Delta has managed to help and support Epic in ways he’s not been supported—wouldn’t allow himself to be—in a very long time.
And tbh cross and killer probably have a lot things to thank Delta for. Bro’s the unsung hero. (Not that Delta would ever think of himself that way. That’s all because Epic and Color so both unbelievably strong and brave in his eyes.)
And ngl I wanna know what was the occasion where delta was allowed to absolutely rock killers shit cause lords know he deserves it (coming from someone who isn’t nightmare or Chara of course.)
Now ngl im kinda curious what everyone thinks the Epic Sanses’ + Beta’s Myers Briggs personality types could be.
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mrsnancywheeler · 8 months ago
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omg how do u think the chicago show went down for billy and his muse :0
bc that part where they’re performing More Fun to Miss and billy’s getting all close to daisy would HURT reader. maybe in this universe it really is all an act and she knows daisy wouldn’t do that to her, but she still gets insecure and gets even more confused about where she stands with him :( that was a line billy never crossed until now bc it was always with other groupies.
Or how eddie and billy have that moment on stage since 90% of their beef is because of how he treats muse reader😭
idk! i’ve been obsessed with ur billy blurbs so i wanted to hear ur #thoughts 🫣
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literally that song has so much sexual tension, it drives me insane every single time I watch it and here's the thing. this is the point where reader's given billy the tour, she'll be there for him during that and that's it. if he doesn't make his choice by the end then it's over and she'll be done for good.
but regardless, there is so much tension and the cycle has really started again on top of all that, he's mean, eddie is holds you when you cry, it's a rough time and by chicago it's all at the breaking point. so when he's looking at daisy like that, when he's so close, smirking, there's a pit in your stomach of realization, a feeling of he's never gonna change. and you get it because daisy is talented, gorgeous, magnetic, but he could leave you for her in a second and the media would probably love it so much more. and you're basically sick to your stomach
and when you find out that this is the end of eddie, that he's done with the band forever, and you're so distraught. because now billy is promising to go to rehab, to get better, but you're about to lose eddie forever. the chips are down.
"eddie, what are you doing?" you're in the doorframe of his hotel room as he packs up.
he looks at you long and hard, "I'm done with the band, I can't do this anymore. everything always goes his way and I can't sit back and watch him treat you the way he does anymore"
"you're leaving me?" your voice cracks ever so slightly, just like the rest of his heart.
"I'm leaving the band."
you're walking further into the room, closer to him, "eddie, I know it's been rough, but it's all gonna get better, yeah? just stay, please, stay."
"no, it's not."
"yeah it is. billy and daisy are both going to rehab, and I'm not sure what's going on with graham and karen, but I'm sure we'll figure it out. we'll all be okay, you just have to stay"
"I can't live in the shadow of billy dunne anymore, I need to leave"
and you understand, you really do, you want him to do what's best for you. but it'll break your heart to let go of him and have to wait to see if billy lives up to his promise. and you can't deal with all that without eddie, he's been your only rock. and you feel selfish for crying.
"it won't be like before and if it is then leave, but not now, don't go yet"
"come with me" and you're looking up at him and so tempted. because you do love him, just not with the same intensity you have for billy, but maybe billy will let you down again, so you should choose the stable option.
"what?"
"come with me, sunshine. I'll figure something else out and we can be happy together." and you're staring so blankly because you really don't know. "you know all this can't last forever, you were always going to have to make a choice. and it hurts me to ask you too, but you can wait for him or come with me. and that's that."
you're crying unabashedly now, "eddie, I can't-"
some part of eddie knew you were always going to pick billy, so he accepts it solemnly, "I know, sunshine, I know."
"I'm sorry, I never meant to hurt you"
"yeah, sometimes things just happen, I get it." he's got his bag strapped over his shoulder, "just don't stay with him if he doesn't keep his promises, you deserve so much better."
then you're kissing him one last time, he'll miss your taste, the softness of your lips, the way you hold his face. and when he pull away and looks in your eyes he remembers how young you are, especially when you a mutter out a small, "please, don't be a stranger ed's. can you call me?" how you went from a girl listening to a band to being in a complicated, turbulent relationship with a rockstar so fast and he doesn't know if he's ever pitied you more. in his gut he knows the band is over and you'll have to go back to a normal life after years of this, and he isn't sure if billy ever will be doing better. but eddie can't stay. and if he calls then he may never move on so he kisses your forehead, squeezes your hand, and is gone.
it really does feel like your world has come crashing apart, karen leaves, warren goes to be with lisa, eddie is gone, billy and daisy in rehab, and you're begging graham to just come to california for a while. he agrees for a few weeks and it does help you settle somewhat, having a familiar face, someone to bring you down. but eventually he has to go and you have to reintegrate into the socialite lifestyle of your father, have days where you're desperately looking for something to do because you're used to spending everyday at the studio or on tour. but now everyday is just endless nothing, getting back to your friends, laying on the beach, but you miss billy, you miss eddie, you miss everyone
eventually you do small modeling gigs for magazines to fill your time, people admire your fashion and you're in the media simply for being a young socialite, but parties aren't nearly as fun without the people you'd grown so close too. and I mean your heart literally jumps out of your chest when billy knocks on it one day.
anyways yeah lmao 💋
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storiesbyjes2g · 2 months ago
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Desiree woke up at a decent hour again, and I think I have it figured out. I put her to bed pretty late after our sweet potato adventure, so maybe if we keep her awake until we're about to fall out, she'll keep normal sleeping hours. We go downstairs for breakfast instead of having a bottle in the nursery. This time we try mashed carrots. Again, she eyes the jar curiously, probably hoping for another round of sweet potatoes. I start up the airplane, but this time when the spoon gets close, she smacks the carrots off the spoon and plays in it, making a huge mess.
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Like, where did that thought even come from? What about breakfast triggered playtime? I mean, she went to town on those carrots. My child woke up and chose violence. It was so random and kind of hilarious, honestly. Maybe they weren't mashed enough for her tastes, heh.
"Uhh...I thought you were hungry," I said. "You know that's breakfast, right?"
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She shrieked and giggled and looked so happy. I let her have fun and make a mess of everything in sight. Eventually she remembered what we were here for and let me feed her the carrots without any mishaps. Once again, she ate the whole thing.
"Was it good? Did you like it?"
Her face took me all the way out.
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After all that fun and mess, the carrots were just okay I suppose. We'll have to try them again another time. She's getting to be so smart though, listening to the tone of our voices and learning our body language. I keep saying this, but it'll never stop being true. I love watching her grow, especially on the heels of her birthday. Things in her brain and body are happening fast to prepare her for toddler life. I know she's gonna own that too.
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I got her bathed and cleaned up the mess. Around 11, we received an unexpected yet welcomed guest. Justin came by to check on me, and I appreciated it so much, even though we were getting ready to get dressed for the cemetery. Like I said before, we rarely hang out or talk, and my life could definitely use more testosterone, so I let him in. Less won't mind the delay. It's not like we're itching to lay our mother to rest, anyway. I woke up with zero plans to do the memorial today, but Sophia checked me. My mind was on Desi, and she knew it. She said I'd been busying myself with her to avoid it. I didn't see it that way, but she pointed out how I didn't even talk about Mama anymore. The more I keep things inside, and longer I put this off, the harder it's going to be, she said. She's right; she always is. So I texted Less and told her today was the day.
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Like everyone else who's checked on me, he wanted to know how I'm holding up. His parents passed away many years ago as he is the youngest of five, with a substantial age difference between him and his older siblings. His parents had two sets of twins back to back and thought they were done. I guess they got a little reckless right before little Justin showed up, heh. His parents and the oldest brothers are gone, and the middle twins are quite old and probably on their way out soon, too. I knew he came from a big family, but that was news to me. I couldn't imagine dealing with losing my entire family and living without them for so long. He was basically the only child, so he's used to being alone. Still, I admire his resilience.
"How do you cope?" I asked.
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He keeps himself busy, mostly. He has lots of friends because he frequents the karaoke bar where we met. He also joined a mixology club to meet like-minded sims and do what he loves. Working in a bar never appealed to him. The hours suck, and it only pays well at the highest levels. His social life was too important to give it a try, so he joined the Mixing Crew. It scratches the itch to make drinks while also creating a special bond between friends. I knew clubs like that existed, but never thought about finding one that suited me.
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I loved learning more about him, and I especially appreciated the visit. We chatted for a little while longer before Sophia joined us and gracefully told him we had to leave. She knew I'd let him stay as long as he wanted and would put off this burial ordeal for another day. I love her so much. She keeps me in check and makes me do the hard things. Mama's advice from ages ago flashed across my mind. Think about what you want for your life, find someone who fits, and don't settle until you find her. Make sure she is the one person you can't live without. Take your time. One and done. Sophia is definitely my one and only, and she fits my life so well I can hardly believe it sometimes. I've always been grateful for that speech Mama gave. Sometimes I think it's the only thing that kept me focused when I was drowning in options, heh. I feel fortunate to have had a mother who cared enough to share her scars and the ugly parts of her life and had the hard conversations, just so we wouldn't repeat her mistakes. (sigh) Let's do this thing.
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tokyo-daaaamn-ji-gang · 5 months ago
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Ooooo I fucking love the Tokyo Revengers characters with a S/O who takes a knife for them. Can I ask the same for Kisaki, Hanma, and Taiju? :D
Yep, here are how these three would probably react to you taking a knife for them!
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Kisaki
Freezes, staring at you with an unsure expression. He hasn't had a problem with people taking blows for him before but this feels different, you're different.
Snaps into action soon after though, immediately giving instructions to those around him. Telling some of his men to take care of the guy, another to call an ambulance and telling Hanma stand watch over you in case of another attack.
Isn't really sure what he's doing when he crouches next to you and tries to stop the bleeding from your wound. Reading about it and actually doing it are two very different things.
Spends a lot of time looking at your face for reactions, trying to figure out if he's hurting you or not.
Doesn't say anything in the ambulance but holds your hand the whole ride, occasionally encouragingly squeezing it.
While in the waiting room he sits staring at the clock while tapping his foot impatiently. Get's a bit irritated at the doctors and wants to know what's taking them so long.
Also sends Hanma away to go buy a bunch of flowers and other gifts
Practically runs to your room when he hears you're awake. Stops himself before entering though and walks in calmly. It's clear from the way he talks that he's worried but happy you're awake though.
Tells you to never get involved in a fight again, he can't bear to lose you.
He's about to say something else when Hanma enters with basically a whole giftshop and smothers the two of you into a "group hug"!
Hanma
"What the hell?" He's always seen fights as something fun, so why is this happening? His brain almost can't compute it at first.
Laughs such a loud but chilling laugh that it makes everyone around you both shudder. After he immediately punches the guy twice, making sure he won't get up anytime soon. His signature grin is missing as he hits him though.
"Hey, hey come on sweetheart open your eyes" he nudges you as he asks you to wake up for him.
Trusts himself to save you more then the ambulance so he doesn't hesitate to scoop you up and head towards the hospital as fast as he can.
Yells as loud as he can once he gets there, sounding uncharacteristically vulnerable as he pleads for help.
Doesn't actually stay in the waiting room but instead wanders around the hospital, it's his way to try and keep himself occupied instead of focusing on what could be happening to you.
He's in your room when you wake up despite not being called, he must've sneaken in.
Lightly jokes with you, asking you what took so long and if you had a long enough nap. Before burying you in a tight hug.
Taiju
One minute the guy was stabbing you and the next he was unconscious and bleeding profusely. No one had ever seen Taiju move that fast and swiftly before.
Taiju doesn't care about finishing the guy off, he can always track him down later. Instead he's focused completely on you.
Asks you to look at him, even calling you by his favourite pet name for you, something he hardly ever does in public.
Curses when you stay unconscious and when he sees just how much blood there is. Takes a moment to contemplate calling an ambulance or taking you himself. Eventually settles on taking you, nothing bad will happen to you while you're cradled in his arms, he swears it.
Talks to you the whole way, saying you better live and that you're not allowed to die and leave him.
When he gets there he yells at the hospital staff, demanding help for you. Which he very quickly gets.
Paces around the waiting room, trying to not get too worked up. Also calls his siblings to fill them in on what happened (he just wanted some reassurance from them that it'll be ok).
Nearly breaks the door to your room down when he hears you're awake. He's a bit too eager to see you.
Tells you that he doesn't need you to take knives for him, he can handle himself. "But you, you're too delicate for this. Don't you dare get hurt again, you're too important". He sounds a bit harsh as he says it but the words themselves are very sweet.
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wheels-of-despair · 7 months ago
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Live A Little | A Worth It AU | Ralph Penbury x You | Masterlist
In This Edition: You and Ralph spend one last day on the Carpathia! Words: 2k
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"Hey, kids?"
You slowly blink yourself awake and lift your head to see your aunt sitting on the edge of her bed.
"I've heard we're supposed to arrive in New York tonight. You should get up and move around a bit before then, remind those muscles what their job is."
You sigh and lie back down, on your back, to stare at the ceiling.
"If we get in tonight, it'll be late. We'll get a hotel room 'til morning, then try to find your mother and father. The wireless operators sent out a list of survivors for the papers, so I expect the place will be crawling with relatives and reporters. Ralph?"
"Yes, ma'am?" he answers.
"You're welcome to come with us."
"Thank you, ma'am."
"But you should find your sister and make sure she's alright, too. She's around here somewhere."
"Yes, ma'am."
"They're serving breakfast in the dining hall now. Take a right at the end of this hallway and keep walking, you can't miss it." She gets up and makes her way to the door. "I'll meet you back here before dinner?"
You nod in agreement, and she leaves. A moment of silence passes, and then you feel Ralph reach for your hand. You lace your fingers together and let out a collective sigh. He turns to face you with a twinkle in his eye.
"May I escort you to breakfast, Mrs. Penbury?"
You face splits into a grin, and you lean over to give your husband a kiss.
Half an hour later, you sit as close as the chairs in the dining hall allow, and eat your first meal as a married couple quietly.
You know your parents will eventually adjust. Aunt Molly will probably ask what took you so long when she finds out. Ralph's father is gone, and he expects his mother won't care. Neither of you gives a damn about Victoria's opinion on the matter.
"I suppose we ought to go find Victoria after breakfast," Ralph sighs, as if he can read your thoughts.
"What will you say to her?"
You haven't forgotten the way she treated him that night at the lifeboats. Or the games she'd played with him all his life. You haven't spent much time discussing her, but you suspect you've only scratched the surface of the awful things she's done to him.
"I don't know," he admits. "Do we tell her that we're married?"
"If you like," you smile. "Do you think she'll fling herself overboard in protest?"
He grins wickedly, drains the last of his tea, and you embark on your journey to find Victoria.
Ralph holds your hand as you walk the ship you'd been on for four days, seeing it for the first time. It feels different than exploring Titanic. There was an air of fun to it, then. This feels wrong somehow. Knowing that you and your loved ones had made it off of the other ship safely, while so many others were mourning for those they'd lost. You, who has just married the love of your life, and have a future together to look forward to. How many dreams had been sucked down into the depths with that ship?
Ralph seems to sense it too. He holds your hand tightly, and wastes no time scanning each room for his sister. He doesn't stop moving until you arrive in an open area with children playing.
"Is that Katie?" he asks, squinting.
"Who's Katie?"
"Victoria's maid."
He stares at a young woman on the other side of the room, showing a group of children how to make figures with their fingers and a loop of string. She laughs with them, but when she looks up to see Ralph, the color drains from her face.
She gives the string to one of the children and rises, walking toward Ralph like a prisoner to an execution.
"I'll be right back, love," he says quickly, going to meet her halfway. You watch their interaction with curiosity, and a bit of fear. How could anyone be afraid of Ralph? Is there a side to him that you haven't seen yet? Your doubts are short-lived, because Katie's fearful eyes crinkle in a smile after a few words from him. They talk for a moment more, laugh together, and part with what are clearly well-wishes.
"Katie's been hired as a nanny," Ralph says excitedly upon his return. "Victoria told her not to bother coming back until she'd reclaimed everything from the purser's office. It was closed, so Katie took that as a dismissal and boarded a lifeboat. She entertained the children through the night, and a nice American family has asked her to stay on with them. She already loves the children. I'm so happy for her!"
"So am I," you smile. Katie returns to the children, and a little boy runs to her and extends his arms. She picks him up in a hug and swings him around. One of the children on the floor tugs at her skirt, and she kneels to show them the string trick again. They watch in awe. "That looks way more fun than taking orders from Victoria," you wink.
"She's managed to avoid Victoria thus far, and has asked me not to tell her that she's here," Ralph explains. He takes one last look at Katie, a proud smile on his face, and leads you to the door.
"Would she care?" you ask.
"Only because she'd expect to be waited on," he says with a roll of his eyes as you proceed to the next room. "I feel terrible for not making sure that Katie was safe that night."
"Darling, I believe you were a tiny bit preoccupied that night. I seem to recall something about a frightened woman who wouldn't let go of your hand?"
He smiles and kisses your temple, and the search for Victoria continues.
You finally spot her in a lounge, surrounded by the girlfriends you'd spent the first part of your week trying to avoid.
"Victoria," Ralph says stiffly, when you approach from behind.
"Oh, there you are, Ralph," she says with a glance back at him. "Some old lady told me that you were here."
You bristle, at both her reaction to finding out that her brother was alive and her assessment of your aunt.
"I've been bored out of my skull," she whines. "There's nothing to do on this bloody boat." She hangs her head off the back of her chair, and her eyes land on you. She smirks. "No need to ask what you've been up to."
Ralph tenses. You glare.
"What will you do when we arrive in New York?" he asks.
"Find a bottle of decent champagne," she grins, still upside-down. "And get Uncle Albert to buy me a new wardrobe."
Ralph watches her for a moment, calculating. She rolls her eyes when she gets sick of the staring contest and sits up.
"Alright," he finally says. He squeezes your hand and turns, and you follow.
"Where are you going, baby brother?" she pouts.
"To enjoy the company of my wife," he calls over his shoulder, not slowing his pace. You grin, imagining the look of shock on her snobby face when she works out what he's said.
Deciding you'd had enough exercise for the day, you return to your room. You sit on the bed and ponder the what comes next. What will the weather be like when you arrive? Will there be a media frenzy? Will Ralph's uncle be there waiting? What about your parents? How will you find them? How long until you can go home?
Pain flashes across Ralph's face at the mention of home.
"What is it, Ralph?" you ask, scooting closer.
"I'll have to cross the Atlantic again to get home," he whimpers. "What if I never stop being afraid? What if I can never go home again?" Ralph lets out a sob, and covers his face with his hands.
"Then we'll make our own home." You pull him to you, and he buries his face in your neck. "It's a big continent, Ralph. We'll go exploring and find a perfect place, just for us. Anywhere you want. Because home is wherever we're together."
You rub soothing circles on his back until he sits up with a final sniffle. You reach out to dry his cheeks.
"I love you, Ralph."
"I love you, too," he mutters.
"We're going to be alright."
He nods. You hold out your hand, and he takes it with a shaky smile. You lace your fingers together and squeeze. Everything is going to be alright, as long as you have each other.
You decide to skip lunch, but join Molly for dinner. She's made lots of new friends these last few days, and invites you to sit at a table full of other survivors. Mostly women. You can feel their eyes on your Ralph. It unsettles you both. You eat quickly, speak only when spoken to, and retreat back to your room as soon as possible. You sit on the bed, because there are no chairs.
Aunt Molly comes in right behind you, before you can discuss the awkward dinner, and perches on the edge of her own bed.
"I'm sorry," she apologizes. "Most of their men didn't make it. The officers wouldn't let them in the boats."
Ralph turns red.
"There were no more women in line," you argue. "The officer told him to get in. There were a several men on our boat. In others, too!"
"I know, don't go jumping down my throat," she says, putting her hands up. "I'm just telling you why you're getting odd looks."
Ralph's face is on fire.
"I can't wait to get off this ship," you mutter, blinking away tears. You will not feel guilty for getting to keep your love, even if others weren't so fortunate.
"Should be there in a few hours," she says softly. "I'm going back to the lounge to wait for news. I'll come get you as soon as we get there."
She gets up and heads toward the door.
"Aunt Molly?" you call.
She turns back, hand on the doorknob.
"We got married last night."
She smiles. "That's exactly the kind of good news I needed to hear. Congratulations."
You both mutter a "thank you", and her eyes light up.
"Oh, your mother's head is going to explode," she says excitedly. "Your payment for the trip will be making sure I'm there when you tell her. I have to see this. This is going to be more fun than hand-delivering the invitation to my own wedding!"
You laugh, and Molly winks. "I'll see you kids in a few hours."
When the door closes, you look to Ralph and grin.
"You know, Mr. Penbury…" you say mischievously. "My aunt has stated her intention to be away for several hours. I do believe that gives us time to officially consummate our marriage."
"It does, doesn't it?" he grins, eyes darkening.
"Unless you have a better way to spend our last few hours here?"
"Absolutely not," he says, mouth crashing against yours.
You were officially consummated and back to presentable when your aunt returned to the cabin to fetch you that night.
You wait in the lounge with the other first class survivors for what feels like an eternity. When you finally start moving, things become a blur. You hold tightly to Ralph's hand and follow him blindly through the pouring rain and the slippery walkways. You keep your head down, only vaguely aware of a large crowd on the dock and a lot of flashing cameras.
"Ralph!" Victoria's unmistakable voice cuts through the chaos. "Uncle Albert is here!"
Ralph shouts for Aunt Molly ahead of him, and the three of you make your way over to Victoria and Uncle Albert. Quick introductions are made, and Ralph's uncle leads you to a motorcar. You end up sitting on Ralph's lap. Aunt Molly and Victoria sit side by side, and Ralph's uncle sits up front with his driver.
The cameras continue flashing. You're grateful when the car begins to move. You look down at Ralph and reach out to wipe the raindrops off of his face. You're all soaked and shivering. The ride passes slowly and in silence, even with Victoria present. Apparently all her girlfriends were on their own. Had she even said goodbye to them?
You watch the buildings of New York pass by through the window, thankful to be back on solid ground with the people you love.
(And Victoria.)
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i-arch-my-backula · 2 years ago
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General relationship head canons for Jason Voorhees
Happy Friday the 13th everyone. I wanted to write something for my sweet baby girl, also happy unofficial birthday Jason.
Warnings: Mentions of murder, violence, kidnapping, Stockholm syndrome
Jason Voorhees
The way your relationship starts is when Jason kidnaps you. He was watching you the entire day or however long you've been at Crystal lake. The main reason being that he thinks his mother would have loved you and that whoever you were with aren't good for you.
In the beginning of the relationship he's mostly going to be giving you small gifts and doing things for you as a way to show affection. He won't do physical affection until you initiate it first.
Part of him showing you affection is trying to cook for you. Now it's not going to be great food but he's trying. If you want to cook he'll let you, but watch over you carefully so he knows you're not trying to pull anything on him.
But as the relationship goes on he's going to follow you around like a puppy more and more. He's still going to be a 'provider' for you but when you're together he's going to follow you around as a way to protect you.
Speaking of protecting you, you're not leaving the house without him. Probably a year into your relationship he'll let you go out to a local town to go get stuff from the store.
You'll be joining him for walks in the woods a lot. He might be setting up bear traps or just gathering firewood, he wants you there with him.
He knows he can't hide that he kills people from you but he's going to make sure that you avoid all of the violence and blood that comes with killing people.
Just in case you do get in trouble he's going to want to teach you self defense. It's not like formal training or anything just how to throw punches and use weapons and stuff.
I feel like Jason also knows a good amount of medical knowledge. Some of it was learned on his own but I also think that he's found medical books in the camp infirmary that he's read.
Speaking of books there is so many at camp. There's a lot of different types of books too. Most of them being ya books but there's also cook books and novels the councilors were reading floating around.
Books aren't the only thing left at camp. I'm sure Jason has a big collection of other little projects and supplies for other fun things to do as well. Most likely arts and crafts stuff but still probably old toys if you're into that. I could also see Jason having stuff like sewing kits, yarn, knitting needles and crochet hooks from his mother.
He won't really open up about his mother or really any of his emotions or mental health struggles to you until like a year into the relationship. Most likely because he's seen how emotional men get treated by watching other boys interact with each other. Also because it's a sensitive topic for him.
On a lighter note he will love to share clothes with you. It's most likely that you're smaller than him because he is 6'5 and built like a linebacker so his clothes might be too big on you but that just makes him adore you even more.
I mentioned this before but Jason can and will build you furniture for the cabin. It won't be totally uniform but it'll still look pretty good.
He's also going to let you figure out how to decorate the cabin. You might not have much to work with in the beginning but I'm sure that it'll turn out great either way.
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