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[melon-fodder]

ALWAYS HAVE BEEN • T. HIRAGI

Summary: Hiragi drops in on you unannounced after a fight. Once you patch him up things take an unexpected turn, one you’ve wanted for years.

Word Count: 3.8k

Warnings: smut, reader is Matsumoto’s sister in some capacity, mentions of fighting, very minor injuries, reader has female anatomy, Hiragi gets dirty in this (bless), fingering, oral (f! receiving), p in v, multiple orgasms, squirting, dirty talk, pet names: pretty girl, baby

Note: This got away from me so fast, but it needed to happen. Finally, finally, I have written something more than a drabble for the love of my life 💚 Enjoy~

The bathroom is still full of steam when you step out of the shower, keeping your face damp even after toweling it off. You dry your hair as well as you can, comb some leave-in conditioner through it, then wipe part of the mirror clear to get started on your simple skin care routine. The vent is loud enough to block out any sound from outside, specifically the door to your apartment opening and closing, a voice that would be familiar calling out for your brother. Ignorant of your guest, you just keep humming, rubbing in moisturizer, gliding your jade roller over your face. The tool clatters into the sink when you startle, jumping out of your skin when you hear a deep voice on the other side of the door, “Yo, Matsumoto–” Hiragi, one of your brother’s closest friends and fellow member of Bofurin. Despite not feeling threatened that he’s in your home, your heart rate doesn’t slow down one bit. In fact, it speeds up. “You still have that first-aid kit somewhere?” he calls out, and you rush to wrap a towel around yourself, knotting it securely over your chest, then crack the door to peer up at him. Hiragi’s eyebrows raise high on his forehead, pink dusting his cheeks when he realizes– “Yodai isn’t home right now.” “Shi–I mean, sorry, I’ll leave.” There’s a bruise blooming just beside his left eye, and his bottom lip is split open on one side. You don’t even have to look at his hands to know that his knuckles are bloodied. They stay in a constant state of rawness, similar to your brother’s. “No, it’s fine,” you tell him as he begins to back away. It’s an awkward situation, but, while you would have been mortified a couple years ago, you’re more comfortable with yourself now. Plus, you know for a fact Hiragi would never hurt you. “Give me a second to make myself, ya know, decent,” you gesture vaguely to yourself which makes the man flush even darker and stare at the ceiling, “and then I’ll grab the first-aid kit for ya’.”

Hiragi clears his throat before muttering, “thanks,” then strides back out to the living room, leaving you to skitter across the hall into your bedroom to put some damn clothes on.

You’ve known the Furin boys (men now, you suppose) since high school when Yodai joined. Out of all of them, you’re most familiar with Yanagida, Kaji, and of course, Hiragi, having grown accustomed to them dropping in at all hours, usually after fights but sometimes just to relax. First it had been at your family home, but even when you and your brother moved into your own small, shared apartment, you still found yourself walking into a full house fairly often.

The point is that you’re comfortable with all of them. Even if you’ve been harboring a tiny (massive) crush on Hiragi since the day you met him. It’s fine, though. Everything will be fine. You’ll get him patched up and send him on his way, and nothing will change even though he just saw you in nothing but a towel.

You could have covered up a little better, probably should have, but it’s your apartment, so when you walk back out it’s in a faded metal band t-shirt and a pair of maybe-too-small terry cloth shorts. Whatever.

Hiragi is sitting in the kitchen and straightens up when you walk in, immediately apologizing again until you wave him off.

“It’s fine, I promise. I’ve gotten pretty used to you popping in with no warning,” you kid.

“I didn’t realize it was… I mean, I texted your brother to give him a heads up.”

“Well, as it happens, he does occasionally do things that aren’t gang-related. Errands, dates…”

Hiragi scoffs as you open one of the high cabinets, something about, “I’d know if Matsumoto was datin’ someone. He’s just blowin’ me off ‘cause I put him to work yesterday–hey!” He’s suddenly on his feet when he notices you swing a leg up on the counter. “Don’t climb that! You’re gonna break your damn neck!”

Pulling you off and away from the oh-so dangerous countertops, Hiragi reaches into the cabinet that is much more accessible to him–god, he’s so tall, deliciously tall–and retrieves the little red box you were aiming for. When he starts for the hallway again you catch him by the wrist and try to lead him back into his chair.

“I can patch myself back up, kid,” he tells you. The name raises your hackles while simultaneously forcing a shiver down your spine. Yodai calls you ‘kiddo’ but he’s allowed, even if you are only a few months younger than him. Hiragi, though… You would really prefer if he was able to see past the whole Matsumoto’s little sister thing.

“Just sit down,” you command more than request. “You have clumsy man fingers. I’ll be able to do a better job.”

And you do, dabbing at the tiny cut on his eyebrow with a cotton ball before carefully applying a butterfly bandage. The bruise on the side of his head doesn’t show any broken skin, so there’s not much you can do there, but you are able to tend to that swollen lip. Hiragi pouts like he isn’t a huge fan of you taking care of him like this, but tough shit. It’s in your nature. Plus, you’ve got far gentler hands. He’d probably find a way to hurt himself even worse, get too rough with a q-tip or something.

It’s quiet for a little while, and you are keenly aware of how close you are to him (another contributing factor as to why you’re doing this? Possibly). You’re bent at the waist while dabbing at his face, and you know your shirt is offering a bit of a view after cutting the collar open years ago in an attempt to give it an edgier look. Hiragi isn’t looking, though, gaze trained upward as he pushes his lip out for you.

“He really out on a date?” he eventually asks, and you smirk. Apparently, he doesn’t handle silence well either.

“Yeah,” you answer, waiting a beat before adding, “with our mom.”

Hiragi tries to smile only for you to squish his cheeks together, poking your tongue out at him when he makes a noise of protest.

You think you’re playing it pretty cool so far–casual and lighthearted. That doesn’t mean you aren’t thinking about how you want to pepper his face with kisses, though. Just get comfortable in his lap, play with the short, bleached hairs at the back of his head. See how much you can tease him before he starts rolling his hips against yours…

“Wha’re you ‘hinkin awout?” Hiragi halfway manages through the grip you have on his face.

You let go of him, realize you’re sucking on your own lip, that your eyelids have gotten heavy with desire, but you pull yourself out of it with a short shake of your head.

“Nothing important.”

“No?” He surprises you by sitting forward, and the sudden motion makes you stumble back just enough to trigger his instincts into reaching out and grabbing you before you can fall over. Hands around your waist (huge, warm hands) Hiragi pins you with jasper eyes. “Nothin’ important?”

You swallow visibly. Audibly. But shake your head again. He’s just doing that thing–that subtle check-in, making sure you’re okay without actually asking. Thinks he scared you earlier or that you’re pissed at him showing up in the first place. It’s not like he’s holding you like this just to fuck with you. Hiragi isn’t the type to do that.

But he also isn’t the type to linger, more of a head-pat or brief one armed hug type of guy. So why are his fingers curling against the hem of your shirt? And why is he lifting his eyebrow like that?

“Not often it’s just you n’ me alone, huh?” he prompts, finally letting his hands drop to his thighs.

“No,” your voice cracks and you swear internally. “No, not since that one time in school when the others ran off without you.” A fight that Yodai took very personally, ignoring his captain when Hiragi had called out to him to slow down, responding only with, “keep my sister safe!” as if he had any right to demand something like that from his higher-up.

But it was Hiragi, so he did in fact stay behind to keep an eye on you while Yodai and Kaji brawled out in the school yard. It was right around that time that your crush on him had really bloomed, so being alone in a room with him… You spent most of the time shaking in the corner, eyes darting back and forth between Hiragi and anywhere else. Of course he noticed, frowning at you in confusion but not willing to ask questions and make you even more uncomfortable.

“You were terrified of me back then,” he chuckles now, showing off sharp teeth that you want to feel against your neck.

You laugh–giggle, really–because, “I was not scared of you.”

“What? You were shakin’ like a leaf. I remember you all curled up in one of the desks.”

“Yeah, but not ‘cause I was scared,” you reiterate. “I had a crush on you, idiot.”

It’s okay if he knows now, just as long as you talk about it like it’s in the past, like you’ve moved on.

Hiragi’s eyes widen, truly surprised. “Wait, for real?”

“For real,” you grin, deciding now is a good time to gather up the used cotton balls and throw them away. Putting a few feet of distance between the two of you is good, helps you take in full breaths. Still, even on the other side of the kitchen you can feel his eyes on you.

“Why didn’t you say anything?”

You spin around, not expecting that question at all, and grapple for a believable answer. “M-me? Back then? Are you kidding? I was so… All I did was follow Yodai around like some–”

“Kid sister?” he finishes for you, an amused smile lifting the swollen side of his mouth. “It was cute.”

Your jaw drops, somehow offended and flattered at the same time. “It was weird. Like I didn’t have friends or anything better to do.”

Hiragi shrugs. “You just seemed kinda shy. Innocent. Like I said, it was cute.”

Narrowing your eyes, you know you’re about to say something stupid, but you just can’t help it. “Innocent? And you thought it was cute? You some kind of creep, Ragi?”

He cocks his head to the side. “Depends. You still got that crush on me?”

Yes. “No.” You answer too quickly. Way too quickly. And Hiragi’s eyes shine. Trying to recover, you walk back toward him, doing your absolute best to look unfazed and confident. “Even if I did, it wouldn’t matter since I’m not all shy and innocent anymore.”

Hiragi stands up, all 187 centimeters of shiny leather and bleached hair looming over you, and you feel your breath hiccup in your throat. Fuck, he’s only gotten hotter over the years, and you’ve only gotten more desperate for him.

“Who said I was still into that sorta thing?”

You know you look ridiculous, gazing up at him with big doe eyes, lips parted, absolutely everything written all over your face, and all that confidence is gone because he’s staring down at you, and he knows. He knows your feelings, knows you want him. Now.

You don’t think; you just do–shoving yourself up on your tiptoes while wrapping your fingers in his shirt, you pull Hiragi toward you, kissing him hard enough to force a grunt from him. He doesn’t hesitate to respond, bending on his own accord while walking you back to the nearest wall and pressing you to it. You breathe through your nose, each inhale full of his cologne and a hint of sweat. The taste of antiseptic barely registers when you swipe your tongue over his lip, overpowered by the remnants of blood.

His body is hot and hard against yours. Not just the bulge pressing into your stomach, but his chest, his abs, the thigh that slides between yours. You can’t help but grind down on it, gasping into his mouth at the same time he mutters a deep, “fuck.”

His hands are under your shirt, squeezing your curves, blunt nails lightly scratching, and he groans when he traces the swell of your bare tits.

Pulling away, Hiragi huffs against your neck, voice like gravel when he tells you, “I’m about to defile you,” so matter-of-fact that it makes you moan out loud.

“Fu–please, want you so bad,” you whine, and it’s pitiful. Pathetic. Nothing cool or casual about you now as you pant for him. “I’ve wanted you for so long.”

“I know.” He takes your face in both hands, nodding so that his nose bumps into yours. “M’right here, I’ve gotcha.”

Hiragi kisses you again, teeth nipping until you open your mouth for him. The sensation of his tongue against yours has you all but riding his thigh. You know you’ll be leaking through your skimpy underwear if you haven’t already, and your arousal only increases when Hiragi bends to grip you by the thighs, lifting you onto the nearest countertop.

It makes you snicker, “m’gonna break my neck, remember?”

“Tch.” Hiragi kisses down said neck, stopping to bite and suck, hand on your back to feel how it arches for him. “Not gonna let that happen.”

One hand under your shirt, Hiragi uses his other to dance along your leg, higher and higher until he reaches the bottoms of your shorts, loose enough to slip beneath.

“Tell me to stop if you–”

“Don’t stop.”

He laughs, shrugging out of his jacket when you start to push it off his shoulders, and once it’s on the floor his hands are on you again, fingers disappearing under your shorts to stroke over your poorly covered pussy. Hiragi hums in satisfaction, obviously pleased at how wet you are. You expect him to comment on it since he obviously has a bit of smartass in him, but he doesn’t. Instead he drops to his knees and starts tugging at your bottoms.

You can barely process what’s happening. Is he really–are you finally–holy shit, you’ve dreamt of this. His face between your legs, tongue lapping at your slick, a finger slowly sinking into your wanton cunt.

“Ohh, fuck, fuck…”

You feel the points of his teeth graze your puffy folds, sharp and teasing before he wraps his lips around your swelling clit and sucks.

The noise you let out is embarrassing, high-pitched and uncontrolled. Your fingers find purchase in his hair, softer than expected. Must’ve switched from gel to something else. The thought makes you laugh a little hysterically. Here he is, Toma Hiragi, eating your pussy like it’s his job, and you’re thinking about his hair. He shuts you up with a second finger, though, both of them bent to rub against your g-spot, and you whimper as pressure begins to build between your hips.

It feels so good. He feels so fucking good, licking and slurping and fucking you with his fingers, but you want more, you– “Ragi, please, fuck, I want… I need…”

One long lick to the crest of your pussy then he asks, “what do you need?” only to return to sucking on your clit again, stealing your breath away for just a moment. “Tell me, come on, pretty girl, use your words.”

“I–” Pretty girl. “I—” his fingers are still moving inside you, making your head loll back and hit the cabinets behind you. “I–fuck, need to feel you.”

He stands, still not pulling his fingers from you, and he uses his thumb to circle your clit as he leans into your space and teases, “need me? I’m right here.”

Your eyes roll behind fluttering lids, lips pulling down into a pout that he promptly covers with his own, messy mouth. He’s overwhelming, fingers moving perfectly, milking slick from you with every stroke of your g-spot, and fuck, the way he’s kissing you, how he’s touching you, how he’s teasing you with a soft, “yeah, baby? Can’t even talk, huh? Feel that good?” He’s filthy. Hiragi is so much dirtier than you imagined, and you have imagined a lot when it comes to him.

“Fuck me, please please please, Ragi, wanna feel your cock,” you babble, tears pricking the corners of your eyes because it’s so much, and you’re ready to cum, but there’s something missing. You need to feel all of him first.

The clinking of his belt draws your hazy eyes downward, and you salivate when he pushes his pants down and his cock springs free–long enough to make you shudder with anticipation, thick enough to make you pulse with need, and hard enough to make you preen. You did that to him. You’re doing this to him. You’re the reason for that shiny bead of pre glistening at his slit.

You want to lick it clean, fuck, you want to suck him off, swallow him down, feel him in your stomach. You want him to cum down your throat and fill you up and–

“You look like you wanna eat me,” he says. For a guy with a split lip, he sure is smirking a lot. Doesn’t that sting?

“I wanna do a lot of things to you, Hiragi, but first…” you reach down with a trembling hand, fingers wrapping around his smooth shaft, “I want you to fuck me.”

Growling, he pulls you to the very edge of the counter, conveniently the perfect height for him to line himself up with you. He rubs his tip between your sloppy lips, slapping it against your clit a couple times and sucking your gasp straight from your lips when he kisses you.

You squeal when he starts to push inside you, his thick head already stretching you, but he murmurs, “I’ll go slow,” into your mouth. His voice is shakier than before, strained while he stays true to his word. Skilled fingers rub your clit, massaging it while sinking deeper into you. The stretch is, fuck, it’s perfection. It twinges in the most delicious way, his cock steadily bullying your walls, making way for itself like it belongs there. The stretch and the sounds and his fingers on your swollen bud all have your toes curling and back bowing.

“O-oh, Jesus, Ragi, I’m–m’gonna…”

“Come on, show me how pretty you look when you cum,” he grunts, bottoming out just in time for your pussy to start spasming, clenching over and over as you make a mess all over him. “Yeah, just like that, look at you creamin’ on my cock–you gonna squirt too?” He starts swiping over your clit faster than before, pulling out and fucking back into you as you ride out your orgasm, your sopping hole opening up for him even more as you– “there it is, god damn, such a pretty pussy. You always this messy, or s’it just for me?”

You can’t speak. Hiragi keeps fucking squirt out of you, hips relentless, just like his fingers on your clit, and before you know it he’s forcing another full-body orgasm out of you.

You didn’t know it would be this good. Didn’t know it could be this good. You’ve had sex with a few other guys, and some had even managed to get you off, but not like this. This is something else entirely.

Much to your dismay, Hiragi begins to slow, and it’s only when you open bleary eyes that you notice the tears streaming down your face. For the first time since he got to the apartment and almost walked in on you, he looks concerned.

“Am I hurtin’ you?” he asks, a calloused thumb wiping your wet cheek.

You shake your head, legs wrapping around his waist to urge him deeper. “No, no, you just, mm, you feel so good.”

He bites his lip, thrusting a little faster again, little harder, groans that you, “feel fuckin’ perfect, baby. Think your pussy was made for me.”

Your words are broken and breathy as you agree with him, “it was–all yours, Ragi, I’m all yours…” too high off endorphins and overwhelmed with pleasure to even recognize what you’re admitting to.

“Yeah?” he slows again, but the way he’s burying himself inside of you is making you drool. “Always been my girl, haven’t ya’?

You nod, and he catches you in another brain-addling kiss, breathing a barely coherent, “yours, too. Been yours since day one.”

You lock your arms around his neck, pulling him impossible closer, and when his hips start to stutter you press your mouth to his, swallowing his low groan as he spills his load inside of you. The kiss is sweeter than all the others before, tongues lazy and clumsy as he uses you to milk himself dry, and once both of you are entirely spent, your lips stay molded together, hot and insistent, saying everything that has yet to be said out loud.

“You meant it?” he asks quietly, that sinful tone gone from his voice, replaced with something much softer. “You’re still my girl?”

You sigh dramatically and nuzzle into his neck. “Always have been, probably always will be.”

Face in your hair, Hiragi chuckles, “don’t sound so embarrassed.”

“It is embarrassing. Been pining after you for years.”

“At least you weren’t the one chasin’ after your friend’s little sister.”

Lifting your head, you regard him with a raised eyebrow, “speaking of, what are you gonna tell Yodai?”

He shrugs, the picture of nonchalant despite still being balls deep inside of you. “I’ll be respectful, but in the end I’m still his superior.”

“The Furin hierarchy still stands when it comes to fucking sisters?” you laugh.

“If it means I can be with you without catchin’ any bullshit for it, absolutely.” He punctuates it with a peck to your forehead then looks down between the two of you. “We should probably, uh…”

“Get cleaned up before it’s too late?”

“Exactly. Otherwise–”

Keys turn in the lock. The front door opens.

You look at Hiragi with wide eyes as he turns red from his neck to his hairline.

“Wait right there, Yodai!” you call out frantically, fighting a whimper when Hiragi pulls out a little too quickly.

There isn’t enough time, though, not for him to zip himself back in his pants and definitely not enough for you to pull yours back on.

Yodai rounds the corner, takes in the scene, then turns right back around while shouting, “the kitchen counter? Are you fuckin’ kidding me?”

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[aiizenn]

ʚ · ◞ neighbor!nanami who stays standing at the end of the hall with two grocery bags in one hand while the other carries a pink-haired boy. looking at you as the apartment building owner hands you the key to the door that’s in front of his.

ʚ · ◞ neighbor!nanami who can’t help but stare at you. the strong and sweet aura that pulled him in, the glowing smile you gave the owner as they said their goodbyes made him feel something inside. something that he hasn’t felt in a very long time.

ʚ · ◞ neighbor!nanami who waits until you get into your apartment only for him to speed(ish) walk to his door. trying his best to avoid you, his hair was disheveled, his shirt was wrinkled and he had three days worth of dark circles. he wanted to make a good impression, welcoming you, not scaring you.

ʚ · ◞ neighbor!nanami who waits two whole days until he goes up to your door. he was partially waiting until you completely settled in. his knuckles reach your wooden door, knocking once and twice. his heart beating loudly as he patiently waits for the door to open. the silence made him anxious, what if you weren’t home? he got ready and practiced different conversations you could have—wanting to make it as perfect as possible.

ʚ · ◞ neighbor!nanami who smiles as soon as the door opens. meeting the beaming smile he saw a few days ago. “hello, i’m the front door neighbor. we wanted to welcome you to the area. we also made these muffins for you, hope you like chocolate.” you look at him and the tiny pink hair boy he was holding hands with, giving both a small smile, feeling warm inside for the sweet gesture. “thank you both, this is so sweet. and of course, i love chocolate.”

ʚ · ◞ neighbor!nanami who you get close to in a matter of days. he tells you that he’s been a widower since his son's birth. you also learn more about the little boy named yuji. how he’s a complete sunshine, bright smiles and pure giggles. his father being the opposite, although he displays smiles, they aren’t as big or as lively as his kid.

ʚ · ◞ neighbor!nanami who soon makes it a tradition to invite you over every friday night and eat with him and his chubby boy. there’s been times when you arrive an hour before to help prepare dinner. even yuji tags along, sitting in his high chair as he “rolls” bread dough with his mini roller pin. light sizzles are heard as nanami places the butter in the pan, topping it with vegetables. concentrated with every movement, making sure everything cooked perfectly. he was easy on the eyes, there’s no denying that nanami was handsome, a handsome yet lonely man.

ʚ · ◞ neighbor!nanami who gently and lightly places one hand on your waist as he moves you millimeters away to grab a seasoning from the top cabinet. his touch lingering on you, making you feel various things in various places—chest, stomach…in between your legs. clearing your throat you decide to help yuji with his dough. receiving bubbly giggles from him when you build a tiny doughman.

ʚ · ◞ neighbor!nanami who stays in a daze as he sees you interact with his son. the moment felt perfect for him, he doesn’t remember the last time yuji laughed as much as he does when he’s around you. the apartment didn’t feel like a “house” anymore, but a home instead. he wants nothing more than to keep you close.

ʚ · ◞ neighbor!nanami who sometimes asks if you could babysit yuji as he works overtime. you’d pick up yuji from daycare and take him places, time would pass by fast as you two had fun together. the adorable boy would call out for his “dada” or “papa” from time to time. it’d make your heart tighten thinking how hard it must’ve been for nanami to raise yuji all on his own.

ʚ · ◞ neighbor!nanami who buys you roses everytime he gets back from working overtime. “as a thank you” he says after giving them to you. your heart beating faster every time. nanami would give yuji toys or sweets, kissing and hugging the giddy boy after hours of not seeing him. it warmed your heart seeing them together. and in that moment you made a plan.

ʚ · ◞ neighbor!nanami who is beyond surprised when your “small trip” was actually a trip to the amusement park. laughter filled the rides, screams of joy and fear were heard from the big ones. children and parents playing games, while teenagers made bets. it was all new to him, it was rare when he had the opportunity to spend good quality time with yuji.

ʚ · ◞ neighbor!nanami who would anxiously but excitedly get in the carousel horse ride with his boy. you’d take pictures of them everytime they appeared. yuji would wave at you every chance he got, his eyes sparkled as he looked at all the other horses. after a few spins you’d join them, sitting on the horse next to the father and son. nanami would also eagerly wait until his turn to play the ‘water balloon game’ , he’d hold yuji and place his fingers on the tool. aiming to the target and spray the water directly, the balloon getting bigger as seconds passed. a loud ‘pop’ is heard and the water splashes everywhere. both winning two cute fluffy white cats with sunglasses.

ʚ · ◞ neighbor!nanami who looks at the fireworks then at you. the wow’s and awe’s of people made the scenery lively. the fireworks reflecting on your eyes, your smile radiating even in the night light. you turn to nanami, wanting to see his reaction, but he’s already looking at you. his soft gaze making your legs weak, he looked so kissable. both of you lean closer, while he leans down, you tip toe. he looks into your eyes for reassurance, and when he sees the twinkle in them, the space between the two of you is no more. his lips on yours, the final firework forming around the two of you, as if it advertised to the world about you and him with the little boy in his arm.

@aiizenn ₓ˚. ୨ৎ

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01.

Shufflemancy: 7 rings by Ariana Grande

ready for takeoff? well, buckle up, buttercup! you may have experienced delays in relation to your passion projects, studies, work, or side hussles, but things will be picking up speed soon. the more thought, intent, effort, planning, or work that you have put into things even during a stalemate, the greater the speeds you'll be reaching once things finally get going. you might experience this is as an easy breezy walk in the park or a roller-coaster ride, all depending on how much faith you've poured into this. you may hear back from that job or school with positive news, or have a successful launch to a passion project. there could be a raise or a promotion of sorts in store, and you seem to find yourself at the right place at the right time a lot. you feel luckier than ever before and things just work out in your favour. this is a huge relief considering you've had to work twice as hard as everyone else or deal with more setbacks and variables.

you'll be experiencing a very different timeline overall, especially with all the nuisances and heaches that just always found their way to you to take away your focus and drain your energy. your schedule may get a little crazy and hours start to feel like the most valuable currency. this effect is likely to be long-lasting and keep you busy for quite a while. do remember to afford yourself some celebratory rest, too, you've certaintly earned it. but all in all it seems like you'll be enjoying the change of pace and the various doors that finally open up for you, and you've been so ready to explore new opportunities and uncharted territories for so long that it's no surprise you'll want to do and see it all and be on the go.

02.

Shufflemancy: Lavender haze by Taylor Swift

whether or not you have travels planned, be it near or far, there is a distinct element of newness, adventure and exploration coming in for you. something may have had you feeling stuck in the daily grind and routines and had you bored out of your mind. you're about to gain some freedom and independence, almost as if shackles come undone and you get to run wild and free. you'll be meeting new and interesting people, some of whom quickly turn from strangers to lifelong companions and partners in crime. soul family members are headed in your direction and you'll look back to this time later in life and joke about all the funny little synchronicities and how within a couple weeks you could've sworn you've known each other your whole lives.

besides platonic connections, you may find yourself in the spotlight attracting many admirers, especially if you've felt like the sea has been emptied of all the fish. some of these are just fun and flirty encounters that serve mainly to put a pep in your step and make you hold your head up high. there may be drama in store, but nothing too messy. in fact, you may actually enjoy the telanovela of it all. one or two of these will stand out to you, and you might find yourself weighing pros and cons between two people you would seriously consider for something more. so long as you let things happen to you rather than trying to force anything or play private detective, you'll be sure to make the right decision as events and information unfold themselves to you naturally. you may even be surprised by how things turn out when you don't let bias or expectations tip the scales one way or the other and simply observe how the tables turn all on their own.

03.

Shufflemancy: Sleep alone by Two Door Cinema Club

you may sigh in relief as you finally make it out of a stressful situation. whilst everyone else seem to be making plans, you're clearing out your calendar. you may want or truly need to recharge, reconnect with yourself and get some peace and quiet. the world is looking a little brighter and it's easier to breathe again. when was the last time you had the chance to just sit and pay attention to your own thoughts and feelings?you may feel like you've been sleepwalking, living life for a while fast asleep and going about your days on autopilot. now you're awake again, and it's not to go wild and crazy but to reflect on yourself and how you feel. you may be doing quite a bit of soul searching at this time and asking yourself a lot of important questions. and not just asking, but really pondering and seeking answers. who are you? what do you want? what do you need? this journey of self discovery will make you feel so at peace and you'll find yourself unfazed by things that previously would have cost you your peace of mind and good night's rest. turbulent emotions calm down and the pendulum swing slows. you find the grey between black and white, rise above to see the big picture, and make a home in the in-between.

some people may try to rile you up, and others can be disappointed by, or even judgemental of, your newfound calmness. when you no longer show up to fight wars that aren't yours and decide to do what feels right to you, some will take that as betrayal, even when your values still align with theirs. real ones will see that you're achieving more good through love instead of hate and commend you for your new approach and how much it let's you grow. you may be taking a step back to connect with hobbies you've had to drop previously. through working on your natural talents and honing your skills you may find yourself collaborating on a project regarding something important to you. and it doesn't feel forced or like a burden when it's on your own accord for once. allow yourself to enjoy your own company and honour your feelings and interests. even if your change in course ruffles some feathers at first, you will gain a lot of respect and admiration for choosing your own path and staying true to yourself.

[supertrxshwrites]

Maneater

Jason Todd x Reader

Part II

( idk heard this cover from a movie “no hard feelings” and I started to write this little fic I guess..it’s not great but ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ just something fun I might write more idk)

Jason asks you to be his date to a gala Bruce is throwing for Wayne enterprises. You didn’t think much of it, you’ve been best friends for years and you had a history of dating people and once it got serious you would panic and break it off. Afraid you’d ruin it. With Jason asking you to be his date you didn’t take it seriously, you thought it was just him being nice and letting you tag along.

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“You want me to be your plus-one to a gala?” You ask in disbelief

“My date y/n” he says correcting you with an eye roll

“Sure..whatever..same thing..A GALA?” you say quickly your body full of excitment like you’re about to explode

“Yeah, I thought it’d be fun” he says laughing nervously.

You never took Jason to be the suit and tie type but he cleans up nicely. His hair slicked back a bit, a black tux and he even brought you flowers. As you stand in the door wearing your pajamas you can’t help but stare taking in how good he looks.

“Are those for me?” You ask pointing to the flowers.

“Oh uh yeah” he says handing them to you with a nervous smile.

“Uhm I’m ready I just have to put on my dress and take these rollers out”

you say letting him in. You place the flowers down and run to your room to finish getting ready. Jason looks around your apartment, he looks at pictures on the wall of you guys from high school. There’s some of you when you were a kid and a few of your parents. After a while he checks his watch.

“Hey y/n I don’t wanna rush you but“

before he can finish you step out in a sleek black dress accompanied by a cute little black purse. Jason’s words get caught in his throat but he coughs a bit to play it off.

“Wow..you look-“ a smiles creeps across his lips

“Beauti-“ you cut him off before he can finish.

“Maybe we should get going?” You say walking towards the door. As you both walk to the parking lot and he follows along your side being sure to hang back slightly just to make sure you were safe.

“So what car did Bruce let you dri-“ you’re barely given enough time to finish your thought before you realize.

“You drove your bike here?!” You whip around to look at him.

“What? it’s fun and we’ll get there faster” he says grabbing his extra helmet.

“It’s gonna mess up my hair” you pout a bit.

“Yeah so will sliding around with no helmet now hold still” he says gently pushing your hair back and putting the helmet on you and handing you a jacket to put on then helping you with gloves.

“You good?” he asks as he puts on his gloves and helmet.

“Yeah” you say with a nod a bit giddy about the ride.

“Good.” He smiles before slapping the visor on your helmet closed and getting on the bike turning a bit to help you on. You wrap your arms around him and he kicks to start the bike and quickly closes his visor before you guys speed off flowing into traffic, weaving in and out of the lines between cars. Your heart begins to race at the adrenaline of being on the bike, The way Gotham looks at night with the lights of cars on the street and how the city is just bursting with life gives you such a feeling of freedom you can’t help but smile under your helmet. You guys stop at a light and Jason turns his head a bit his voice slightly muffled form the helmet.

“You okay back here?” He asks reaching back and tapping your leg.

“Yeah I’m okay” you nod

He nods back before the light turns green and you guys finally arrive to the gala. He helps you off of the bike and helps you out of the gloves,jacket and helmet careful to not mess up your hair. He takes your hand helping you up the stairs of the large museum like building,

He places your helmets by the door with the coats. You spin around taking in how nice everything looks and how everyone’s dressed. Piano is softly being played in the background as a woman sings while everyone mingles.

“Hey you mind sitting tight while I find Bruce?” He asks as you sit in one the bar seats

“Sure” you smile before turning to the bartender. You’re ready to order when suddenly a guy slides next to you.

“Hey man I’ll take a G and T and whatever the lady’s getting” he says turning to you with a smile.

“Oh I’ll take coke and rum I guess” you say to the bartender.

“So what’s a place like you doing in a girl like this” he says with a goofy smile.

“Oh my friend he asked me to tag along so I’m here” you smile before your drink is placed in front of you on a small napkin. You take a small sip looking around taking in the party.

“Well I don’t see him anywhere, I mean seriously what idiot would leave you alone..look at you!” He says gesturing at you

“We’re best friends we aren’t together I’m just his plus one” you laugh a bit before taking another sip.

“Oh really?” There’s a devilish smile plastered upon his face after hearing that.

“Uh yeah but I’m not looking for anything serious” you say swirling your straw in your drink.

The guy leans over to whisper something in your ear and that’s when Jason spots you from across the room. He had just finished talking to Bruce about something and he turns around to see some fucking greaseball leaning over you whispering in your ear. He felt like he was going to combust. You were supposed to be his date and now some idiot is all over you and you’re letting him. He strides over angrily.

“What the fuck y/n?” He snaps at you

“What? We’re just talking” you say confused a slight smile on your lips.

“No you’re flirting there’s a fucking difference” he says clenching his jaw staring daggers into the guy which was his cue to leave.

“Jay, what’s your problem? You brought me here as your plus-one where people are mingling..I’m not your girlfriend!” You say frustration plaguing your tone.

“Yeah I know..you’re not very good at commitment” he says under his breath

“What?” Your brows furrowed.

“Nothing.” He says looking down at the floor for a moment

“No Jason what the fuck did you just say?” You’re angry now your voice raising.

“Fuck! I said you aren’t good at commitment. You don’t think I listen when you tell me about the “flings”You have?” He says doing air quotes.

“These guys that you “date” only to what leave once it gets serious and when someone wants to actually take you out on a date..you fucking turn around and flirt with a fucking stranger” the anger in his voice is dripping from each and every syllable of each word.

“Jay I didn’t kn-“ he cuts you off before you can finish

“Whatever.” He walks away probably to find Bruce or one of his brothers.

You let out a deep sigh before gesturing for another drink to the bartender. That’s when the piano starts up again, it’s not as quiet as earlier when the woman was singing earlier. That’s when you turn around and notice Jason is sitting at the piano. He clears his throat the mic ringing just a bit before he smiles nervously a silent apology to those who were standing by the speakers. He plays and begins to sing along.

“She only comes out at night, The lean and hungry type.

Nothing is new I’ve seen her here before

Watching and waiting

Oh she’s sitting with you but her eyes are on the door”

Each word hitting you like a ton of bricks.

“ So many have paid to see, what you think you’re getting for free.

The woman is wild a she-cat tamed by the purr of a Jaguar

Money’s the matter

If you’re in it for love you ain’t gonna get too far”

As Jason sings an older guy sits next to you.

“Wonder who hurt that guy” he laughs before turning to the bartender. The pain from what Jason said to you finally sinking in. Each word stinging.

“I wouldn’t if I were you, I know what she can’t do

she’s deadly man she could really rip your world apart.

Mind over matter

Oh the beauty is there but a beast is in the heart.

Oh here she comes watch out boy

she’ll chew you up oh here she comes she’s a maneater.”

Jason finishes the song, there’s some applause before he walks away and out the way you guys come in. You get up to follow him when you realize he left your helmet.

“Shit” you swear under your breath as you quickly run out and down the stairs. Jason slaps his visor down and drives off leaving you at the gala. Tears prick your eyes as you realize how royally you’ve fucked up.

[obanais-koibito]

𝐊𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐤𝐨 𝐒𝐪𝐮𝐚𝐝 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐑𝐢𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐀 𝐑𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫 𝐂𝐨𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐀𝐭 𝐃𝐢𝐬𝐧𝐞𝐲

Y’all have fast passes in this

𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐲𝐚

He wasn’t so sure about the idea of being hundreds of feet up in the air moving fast, it sounded unsafe to him

He didn’t know if it was a good idea or not but you were ecstatic about it so he just gave in and took you to Disney World and walked around until you found the one you wanted to ride first

You dragged him to Splash Mountain and began waiting in line until it was your turn 

He was uneasy since it was a water ride and he was a bit nervous that you both would tip over and land in the water

When it began moving, he held onto your hand, hoping he wasn’t holding it tight enough for you to notice

At the big drop, just the sight made him regret his decision and once you fell down the drop, he screamed

He held onto your arm and continued to scream the rest of the drop while you laughed

After you got off, he looked at you with an emotionless expression and said, “I’m wet, I’m cold and I’m traumatized.”

He will refuse to get on another rollercoaster no matter how much you bribe him, he will just wait for you with all your plushies and headbands in his arms

𝐓𝐚𝐧𝐣𝐢𝐫𝐨

He liked the idea of spending time with you and having fun at Disney World, he would be completely fine with doing whatever makes you happy even if it was riding a roller coaster

He thought roller coasters were fun and all but he was a bit nervous that something would go wrong and possibly put you in danger

The ride you wanted to go on was the Slinky roller coaster so he bought you both matching Slinky headbands before waiting in line

He was excited to go on the ride and even though he was nervous, he would just kept telling himself that everything was going to be fine

He would hold your hand on the ride to calm his nerves but once he saw you having fun on the ride, he eventually found himself also having fun

All the negative feelings he had about roller coasters vanished and he found himself wanting to go on more rides as long as it was with you

𝐙𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐬𝐮

He thought the idea of going to Disney World was a great romantic idea Ana’s had no hesitation to drag you out the door

When you arrived, he expected to go around and buy a bunch of nonsense but when you told him you wanted to go ride a roller coaster, specifically Space Mountain, all the color drained from his face

He would cause a scene by crying loudly and clinging onto your leg, begging you to tell him that you were joking

You would have to hold him in line or else he was going to run away and the whole time, he would just be crying and begging you to change your mind

Once it was your turn and the roller coaster began, he was already screaming even though it wasn’t going fast yet

Your ears will be DESTROYED once there is no lighting and the speed picks up, he would be screaming and clinging onto you the whole time

“WHY IS IT SO DARK?! OH WE’RE GONNA DIE! Y/N, BEFORE WE DIE, JUST KNOW I LOVE YOUUUUU!”

The second the ride is over, he is jumping out of the cart, picking you up and running the hell out of there

𝐈𝐧𝐨𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐞

He didn’t know what a roller coaster so you would have to teach him all about it and once he finally understood, he grinned and insisted on going to one

Ever since you introduced roller coasters to him, he wanted to do nothing but go on them because he thought that being high in the air and moving at ridiculously high speeds sounded exhilarating and fun

He wanted to go on the one that sounded the most intimidating which was Thunder Mountain

He would be the one to drag you to the roller coaster and while you were waiting in line, he went on and on about how fun this would be

The second it was your turn, he would immediately hop onto the seat and excitedly wait for it to start moving while saying things like, “This is going to be fun!” “I bet I’m the bravest out of everyone here!”

While the roller coaster moved, Inosuke would be laughing like crazy and yelling to go even faster

He would want to go on it over and over but if you didn’t want to, he would drag you to other roller coasters

[sanaxo-o]

Diet Mountain Dew (Ji Changmin)

Inspired by Lana Del Ray's Diet Mountain Dew 💗

Warnings: mentions of smoking, Changmin is insecure about himself (a bit), fluff, comforting (kinda)

Word count: 970

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Sitting by the window of his apartment the lone boy stared out. His eyes held no emotions but there were so many thoughts going through his mind that only he knew off.

The bustling streets of the city paid no mind. The rain hitting his window from time to time as the dark night sky shone its light on his face.

The monsters in his mind making it hard for the boy to sleep. He wanted nothing more then to run in her arms but he knew he could not do that. But at the same time he could help but see himself going to her apartment late at night whenever the monsters in his mind made it hard for him.

That's what he did tonight. Standing up from his place he took his house keys and went straight for his bike which was parked outside.

The cold night breeze hit him but he did not care enough to go back to fetch a jacket for himself. There was only one thing in his mind and that was to be in her arms.

Reaching her door step he rang the doorbell impatiently. The door slowly creaked open just as he was about to ring it again. Taking a deep breath in he took the sight in.

There stood his girlfriend, Y/N. her hair loosely tied in a braid as her face looked at him with confused yet welcoming eyes. Opening the door wider for him to enter Changmin came in and closed the door behind him.

Holding Y/N close to him he took a deep breath with his eyes closed as he shivered a bit. Picking her up he went straight towards her bedroom.

Gently placing her down he himself took a seat beside her warm, cozy and fluffy bed. He did not dare say a word because he already knew that she knows why he's here again.

"Nightmare?" Y/N asked in her gentle voice as she scooted closer to Changmin to hold him close to her just how she always does.

Shaking his head Changmin held his face in his hands a exhaled a deep sigh "I could not sleep. Too many thoughts in my mind. I was gonna smoke again but I stopped myself. I know you don't like it when I smoke." Changmin trailed of not wanted to continue his sentence.

Y/N just stayed quiet and did not speak any further. She knew she hated when he smoked but wasn't that the only thing that could make him calm? But it's good that he was trying to quit smoking.

"Do you think we will be in love forever?" Changmin asked out of blue which made Y/N freeze. Stopping her hand midway which was stroking his hair Y/N stared down at Changmin with unreadable eyes.

"I..I don't know Changmin. I do think we would be in love forever but I don't know what the future holds.." Y/N said in a small voice as she resumed what she was doing but stopped when Changmin sat up.

"Y/N I am no good for you. I am always insecure about myself. You won't want such partner in the future." Changmin saw Y/N shaking her head as she held her hand in her soft ones again.

"I love you no matter what. Being with you is like a roller coaster. You never know what's gonna come next. But I am not afraid of it because I know you will be there with me when it happens. Maybe the speed brings us more closer. Maybe I like the way our relationship always keeps us high. I just...love it because you're there for me. I don't care if you're no good for me. I would still want you." Saying that Y/N leaned in and kissed Changmin's lips softly. Locking their lips together they both moved in sync as Changmin forgot about his innermost thoughts which were eating him up. He forgot them because he was with her.

"What do you say? We go to 7/11?" Changmin asked once they pulled away. Hearing his question Y/N laughed in adoration.

"It's so late. Are you sure?" She asked even though she was already standing up from her seat and grabbing her heart shaped sunglasses.

"It's night. You don't need that.." Changmin said even though he liked her wearing that. Never was there a girl ever so pretty as her.

"It does not matter. We would be on your bike anyways.." saying that Y/N walked away towards the living room and grabbed two jackets. One for her and one for Changmin.

Leaving the house together yet again Changmin forgot about his past when he was with her. He was not gonna let the past stop him from what he wants.

"Let me show you just how fast I can go." Saying that Changmin started the engine of the bike and took of which made Y/N screech in surprise as her laugh echoed through the empty streets of New York.

He knew he was no good for her but he was willing to make himself good enough for her. He knew he wanted her in his life for lifetime no matter. She was the one who saved him from his inner demons and make himself feel better about himself.

That's what he wanted and needed. He had enough on his mind but when it came to her, she was the centre of his attention and nothing else mattered to him.

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Tagging: @deoboyznet

Tbh I don’t know what to feel about this lmao. I wrote it on impulse and I did not even proofread it shshshdh

[cxsmic-reactions]

How would the companions react to riding the nuka cola space rollercoaster?

(p.s im so glad your back! Your my favorite fo4 blog)

Companions React to riding the Nuka-Cola Space Rollercoaster (+GAGE)

Once the Nuka World Roller-coaster, finally got electricity and was fixed up. Sole wanted their companion to go with them and try it out. While some of them are fine with it, others aren't. 

Cait:

The short answer was NO. No matter how many times Sole asked Cait it was a straight NO. But with a few bottles of beer and a bet of 150 caps from Hancock. Cait strapped herself into the rocket. For the first few seconds Cait was fine but when the machine started moving forward. Suddenly 150 caps weren’t enough but it was too late. And with that, the ride took off taking Cait with it. While Sole was laughing and cheering, Cait was clawing at the machine while screaming. Seeing Cait freak out Sole immediately takes her hand to calm her down. Without hesitation, Cait instantly calmed down followed by a blush. Soon after the ride was over and they arrived at the beginning again, Cait screamed, “One more go!”. It's gonna be a long night.

Curie:

Roller-coaster? This is something that she read about in the lab a long time ago. She always wanted to ride a roller coaster. Some of the scientists that she worked with used to talk about the Nuka World rollercoasters every now and then. Which made her wish she could experience one. But that was all before she got her new body, so she could definitely experience that now. And with that both of them got onto the coaster and shot off past the coaster doors, speeding through the coaster, Curie was so overwhelmed with such happiness. She didn't know what to do, either cry, laugh, or scream. So why not all three. Even though the coaster started only minutes ago it felt like seconds to her. Begging to ride one more time they went off again. After the third time, Sole got off spinning while Curie kept going. She was so happy!

Danse:

Absolutely not. This was a firm no. There was no getting around it. The fact that Sole would even ask a question like that, and the fact he was even entertaining it by answering them was even crazier. But a drunk Danse was completely different. He was faster jumping on the roller coaster than Sole was. Though it was absolutely hilarious to see Danse so excited on the coaster, the one downside was that Danse throw up halfway through the ride which got on the coaster railing. Hopefully, Codsworth could clean it up later. Once the coaster was over Danse wanted to go around again but Sole got him out of the coaster and got him to bed. Geez.

Deacon:

This is an obvious answer YES! There is nothing this man will not do. So the fact that Sole had mentioned it, he was already there. Even before Sole. In fact, Deacon had already ridden the coaster twice by the time Sole had brought it up. And of course, he wouldn't mind going with Sole this time. Jumping into the coaster with Sole the coaster started as soon as they buckled in. The coaster then sped off. With this being Sole's first time they shrieked with wonder and surprise as the lights flashed and the aliens battled. So to not ruin Sole's experience Deacon acted shocked and he also pretended to be surprised. Once the roller coaster ended they both got off happy that they got to experience it together.

Hancock:

HOLY FUCK YES. We all know Hancock was down for absolutely anything. Hoping in the rocket with Sole in between his legs, he took some jet and they were off. Feeling the rush of jet and the adrenaline. Hancock cried tears of joy. He has never felt such a high as this one. But all things must come to an end. So holding a screaming Sole in his arms while the ride came to a close, he got an idea. He wouldn't tell anyone, but this was probably one of the best days ever since he discovered he could make BuffJet. Coming to a stop Sole got out but before they could help Hancock out, he was off again. Leaving a hearty scream and an empty jet canister behind. 

MacCready:

ABSOLUTELY! There was no way in hell he was gonna pass up this chance. He strapped in and even before Sole could get in Mac ordered the Mr. Frothy to press go. Shooting off like a rocket all anyone could hear and see was Mac smiling and screaming with his hands in the air. By the time the rollercoaster was over Mac still wasn't ready to get off. He had to go around 5 times before Sole gave up and left. But Mac was none the wiser he just kept asking to go again. Maybe later he will ask Sole to join him.

Valentine:

Well, he wasn't entirely against it but also not entirely for it. He mainly got on just to ease Soles' constant begging and bribing. He gave Piper his hat and sat down next to Sole accepting his fate. Shooting off Sole looked at him with a huge smile. He smiled back but his smile soon turned into a loud scream followed by laughter and then more screaming. He was having fun but this still scared him. Minutes go by of this same emotional cycle. And once it ended Sole smiled brightly and thanked him. Even though he was a little scared at first, it was really fun, and seeing Sole happy made it 10x better.

Piper:

She was a little on the fence but it took very little convincing from Sole to do it. Plus maybe she could put this story in her paper. Maybe something a little positive to give her readers. So she strapped herself in with Sole not too far behind and waited for the ride to start. As if on cue the ride shot off before she could even finish her thought. This was probably the most fun she's had in years. This was such a crazy feeling. She never felt joy and fear at the same exact time before. The pits in her stomach were knots the whole time and she couldn't help but sweat through the palms of her hands. But in the end, it was all worth it, she enjoyed it so much that she might have to bring Nat to try it one day.

Preston:

He was super nervous about it at first. It's not like he has a fear of heights, it's just that he doesn't like being up high that long. The highest he was fine with was the castle wall or even the window at the Museum. So this was a bit of a bigger task he was quite ready for. But with Sole's constant reassurance and their hand on their shoulder, Preston felt okay and ready for anything. Strapping into the coaster with Sole right next to him, he closed his eyes to prepare but before he could even start... BOOM! The coaster shoot right off instantly without hesitation Preston began screaming at the top of his lungs with Sole laughing right next to him. Which felt like seconds to Sole felt like hours for Preston. He didn't stop screaming until the coaster stopped completely. All he could say was never again as he left the coaster.

X6:

There is no shock with this one. NO! There was absolutely no way that X6 was going to sit his ass on that rollercoaster. That was until Sole was made the leader of the Institute and anything they order he had no real choice but to follow. Even though secretly he would have gone but he's a courser he has a reputation to uphold. So with that both Sole and X6 strapped in and enjoyed the ride. While Sole was happy and screaming, X6 kept his face completely straight. Though on the inside he was screaming like a schoolgirl. After the ride Sole got off and walked away, along with everyone else, heading back to the Fizz Top for dinner. X6 stayed and hid until he knew everyone was for sure gone. Once the coast was clear X6 ordered the Mr. Frothy to start up the roller coaster. Jumping back in the coaster went around again and again until he was tired of it. If only Sole knew...

BONUS:

GAGE:

Absolutely the actual fuck not. FUCK NO. There will be nothing that will get Gage on that damn roller coaster. Not unless he had a gun pointed at his head, and even in that case he would still say no. So if that's the case and he feels that way, why the hell is he sitting next to Sole on the coaster waiting for the ride to start. This wasn't how he wanted to spend his night, he just couldn't remember how he got there. And then he remembered CAPS. Mags Black. She had bet him 3,000 caps that he wouldn't ride the coaster and wouldn't scream. So here he was sitting on the coaster with Sole while the other raider bosses stood and watched. Shooting off like a rocket they were off, zooming through the ride, which made it harder and harder to keep his composure. Letting out a small shriek he quickly covered his mouth. Soon coming back into the platform again Mags glanced at Sole and before they could say anything Gage kicked them. Sole waving off Mags and letting her know that Gage won. She tossed Gage the bag of caps and left with a puff. Before Gage got out Sole snatched the caps back with a smile and said "I wasn't gonna say anything about you screaming but since you kicked me, I think I'll keep this." Gage just shrugged and nodded his head. Well, at least he had a little fun.

This was requested by Anon. I hope you enjoyed it it's been a little while since I've made these so bear with me guys :)). Thank you so much for requesting and let me know if you guys want more. <3<3

[sisterspooky1013]

Gaslight, Chapter 45/48

Rated X | Read it here on AO3

Welcome to North Dakota

Mulder blinks rapidly in an attempt to moisten his weary eyes, making the tail lights on the cars in front of him explode into streaky starbursts. It’s dark, past 10:00 pm, and he feels drunk from too many hours watching the white blur of the fog line whip by in his periphery. He yawns and rubs one hand roughly over his stubbled cheek, then looks over at Scully. 

She’s asleep again, as she has been on and off throughout the day. The kids have been clingy, and he hasn’t been able to get her alone for long enough to hear what, exactly, happened at the hospital. He just drives, never going more than 10 mph over the speed limit, taking them as far away from his blunder as possible. Gratefully, Peter seems to be okay, but Mulder can’t shake the feeling that Scully’s confidence in his ability to keep the children safe has been damaged beyond repair. His confidence in himself certainly has been. 

A roadside sign indicates a cluster of motels at the next exit, so he changes lanes and gets off the freeway. The shift in motion and cessation of the hum of high-speed rubber against pavement rouses Scully from her nap, and she looks around, disoriented, as he pulls into the parking lot of the Riverside Inn. 

“Where are we?” she croaks, reaching into the console for a bottle of water. 

“Fargo, North Dakota,” he says quietly. “I can barely keep my eyes open. If you want to keep going, you’ll have to drive.”

Scully shakes her head as she swallows a mouthful of water. 

“No, let’s stop,” she says on a sigh, looking into the back seat where Abby and Peter are both sleeping. “It’s been a long day.”

Frenchie woofs from the back of the van, and Abby’s eyes snap open. 

“Are we home?” she asks absently. 

“No, sweetpea,” Scully says with a thin smile. “Not for a couple more days. But we’re going to stop here for the night.”

“I have to go potty,” Abby mumbles, her eyelids heavy. 

Scully turns back to Mulder. 

“Why don’t you take Frenchie for a walk, and I’ll get us checked in?”

He nods, watching her face for signs that her feelings for him have changed, but she just looks tired and distracted. 

He walks Frenchie towards the sound of rushing water, looking back over his shoulder to watch Scully carefully extricate Peter from the van and drape his sleeping form over her torso. His head lolls around on her shoulder and she expertly shifts her weight to prevent him from slumping out of her arms before holding her hand out to Abby. She’s so natural with them, so intuitive, it makes him feel both in awe and frustratingly inadequate. 

Frenchie tugs on the leash and he allows her to guide him down a darkened path. He closes his eyes and pulls in a deep breath, letting the burble of running water and the chirp of crickets drown out his self-loathing, if only for a few minutes. 

-

“Come on,” Scully says, hoisting Peter up and then offering her free hand to Abby as they walk toward the motel lobby. “Spy names only, remember?”

Abby nods mutely, then drops Scully’s hand and runs ahead to open the glass door to the lobby. A bell above the door jangles, and a white-haired man seated behind the desk lifts his head and removes his glasses, a delighted smile spreading across his face. 

“Well, hello there,” he coos, and Abby moves behind Scully, obscuring herself from the man’s view. 

“We need a room, please. Just for the night,” Scully says with well-practiced detached politeness. 

“Of course,” the man says, putting his glasses back on and clicking around on his computer. “Two beds?”

“Yes, please,” Scully says as she places her ID and a stack of twenties on the counter. “We’ll be paying in cash, if that’s alright.”

“Oh,” the man says with a befuddled frown. “Just one moment, let me ask the boss if that’s okay.”

He disappears behind a chipped wooden door, reappearing a few minutes later with an older woman whose hair is pinned up in rollers, a pink quilted housecoat pulled tightly around her.

“We don’t normally take cash,” the woman says, her face pinched and dour. “The credit card is for incidentals, in case there’s any damage to the room.”

Scully hikes Peter up higher, her arms aching under the weight of him. 

“I understand, but we don’t have one,” she explains, wishing Mulder had selected a seedier motel. “I can assure you there won’t be any damage. We just need a good night’s sleep and we’ll be back on the road early tomorrow morning.”

“What’s your name?” the old man asks Abby, oblivious to the conversation Scully is having with his wife. Abby presses her face into Scully’s lower back, her fingernails digging into Scully’s hips. 

The bell above the door chimes, and they all turn to look as Mulder enters the lobby, sans Frenchie. Abby ducks away from Scully and gloms onto Mulder instead, standing on the tops of his feet as he makes his way over to the counter. 

“They don’t take cash,” Scully says with an edge of frustration, an unspoken request that he take up the task of negotiation. 

The old woman is studying Mulder’s face, her eyes narrowed disapprovingly. 

“What if we put money down for damages?” he suggests. 

Before she can answer, Peter lifts his head off Scully’s shoulder and looks around the lobby, blinking at the fluorescent lights. The woman stares at him with wonder as though he materialized before her very eyes. 

“I have to go potty,” Abby reminds Mulder, tugging on the hem of his T-shirt. 

“You’re gonna have to wait a few minutes,” he tells her as he runs his hand over the top of her head. 

“I have to go potty, too,” Peter whines, and Scully heaves a sigh. 

“They can use our bathroom,” the woman says, her tone terse though her offer is kind. “We’ll make an exception and let you pay cash.”

“Thank you,” Scully says, setting Peter on the floor. 

The children each take a turn using the bathroom behind the counter, and the old woman sits on a stool with her arms crossed over her chest while the man finishes booking the room. The way she watches them, following the children with her eyes as they explore a rack of pamphlets, makes Scully uneasy, and she wishes she would have left them in the car. 

“Please don’t touch anything, guys,” she says over her shoulder. 

“How old are they?” the woman asks gruffly. The dissonance between her demeanor and her apparent interest is confusing at best.

“Four and six,” Scully says, offering a placating smile. 

“Hm,” the woman says ambiguously, her eyes roving back over to the children. 

“Is there a river here?” Abby asks, holding up a pamphlet that says The Red River across the top. 

“Yes there is, just a few hundred feet away!” the old man says brightly. 

“Can we go swimming?” Abby asks hopefully.

“We won’t have time for that, kiddo,” Mulder says, and Abby’s shoulders sink. 

“You wouldn’t want to go swimming in Old Red anyway,” the old man says, pushing a receipt across the counter towards Scully. “She looks calm, but the current is strong, and there’s all kinds of junk hiding under the surface. It can be dangerous, even for strong swimmers.”

Scully scrawls Lisa Davenport across the bottom of the receipt, feeling the old woman’s eyes on her the entire time. 

“Stop it, Peter!” Abby screeches, and all the adults whip around to see her shove Peter forcefully. He stumbles and then falls hard on his backside. 

“Hey!” Mulder says firmly, and Abby startles, then regards him with wide eyes. He walks over to Peter and helps him up off the floor before turning back to Abby. “What was that about?”

“He pinched me!” Abby says indignantly, holding her arm. 

“No I didn’t!” Peter says, his bottom lip trembling. “It was a accident!”

“Come on, let’s go,” Mulder says, ushering them both to the lobby doors. He throws Scully a significant look, and she nods. 

The bell jangles, and the lobby falls silent as the overtired and under stimulated children exit into the night. 

“Do you need two keys?” the old man asks, that same oblivious smile on his face. 

“One should be fine, thank you,” Scully says. 

She feels the old woman’s eyes on her again, and she slowly turns her head to meet them. 

“Beautiful family,” the woman says flatly.

“Thank you,” Scully says, uneasy. 

She takes the key from the old man and bids them both a good night. As she passes through the doors, she takes one last look at the woman, still perched on the stool with her arms crossed. The woman nods once, and Scully nods back, and though the evening is warm she feels a shiver run up her spine.

-

Mulder is steadily learning that the amount of energy a child exhibits can have an inverse relationship to their level of exhaustion. Not ten minutes after running giggling laps around the motel room—replete with a trampoline by way of the second bed—both Abby and Peter are out cold, a now-requisite row of pillows between them to prevent the younger from kicking the elder in the ribs all night. 

Mulder looks at Scully, only now realizing that he’s spent the entire day waiting for this moment with bated breath. She pushes her mouth into a weak smile and sighs, then walks toward him. He’s anticipating some kind of connection, some shred of affection at the end of such a harrowing day, but she walks past him to her duffle bag and begins to rummage around. 

“I’m going to take a shower,” she says, and his heart sinks. 

He lies in bed and listens to the rush of the water, the plasticky tick of her toiletries and the scuff of her toothbrush. He waits, as he’s been waiting all day, to learn whether they are okay—both their relationship and their safety after whatever happened at the hospital. 

The room is dark when Scully emerges from the bathroom, feeling her way to the other side of the bed and slipping under the covers. He doesn’t reach for her, subconsciously afraid of being rejected, so when she wriggles up beside him and lays her palm on his chest he’s hit with a wave of emotion. He lifts his arm and she replaces her hand with her head, then drapes one leg over his. When he kisses her wet hair she tilts her chin up and he feels her hand on his cheek, guiding him to her lips. 

“I’m sorry,” he whispers, speaking the words directly into her mouth. 

“What for?” she asks, her fingernails audibly scratching at the hair on his cheek. 

“What happened at the hospital?” he asks instead of answering. 

Scully settles her head back on his chest. 

“In terms of the anaphylaxis, nothing out of the ordinary,” she begins. “He was given epinephrine and it had the intended effect. But there were some questions about the sutures on his neck, and they called the social worker.”

“They thought he was being abused?”

“I don’t know what they thought. But Peter being Peter, he told them all about his adventures in the VW bus with Hickey, Dryers, and French Toast, among other things. In explanation of the sutures, he said that I cut a bug bite off his neck.”

“And they believed him?”

“God no, thankfully. I told them that his father just passed away unexpectedly and he’s having a hard time processing it, hence the fantastical stories. I think the stories were just wild enough that my explanation sounded more plausible than the truth.”

“So they discharged you?”

“It took a while, but yes,” Scully says, her words stretching out into a yawn. 

Mulder sinks deeper into the mattress, tension draining from his muscles. 

“Thank god,” he says, running one hand over his face. “I’m sorry, Scully. I should have remembered. I could have killed him.”

Scully lifts her head, and he feels her eyes on him in the dark. 

“But you didn’t,” she says gently. “He’s okay. It could have just as easily been me.”

“No,” Mulder says sternly. “You wouldn’t fuck up like that; you’re a great mom.”

She’s quiet for a moment. Mulder can hear Peter’s noisy breathing in the next bed, and a train whistle blasting nearby. 

“I couldn’t do this without you,” she finally says, her voice achingly vulnerable. “And I think you’re doing remarkably well, considering that you’ve only been a father for about four days.” Mulder grunts noncommittally. “Did I tell you that I slammed Abby’s hand in the car door once?” she asks. 

“Don’t make things up to placate me, Scully,” he grumbles.

“I’m not making it up,” she insists. “It was maybe a month after I came home from the hospital and she was just starting to warm up to me. Thankfully there were no broken bones, but I felt like the worst mother on earth.”

“Is that supposed to make me feel better?” 

“Does it?”

“A little.”

“You know what?” she says, rolling on top of him and tucking her face into his neck. “I actually think this officially makes you a parent.”

“Nearly killing my kid?” he scoffs derisively. 

“No,” she says, her breath hot on his neck. “Feeling guilty about messing up. Welcome to parenthood.”

He smiles and runs his hands up and down over her back. 

“At least I’m in good company,” he says, and she chuffs a sleepy laugh against his chest. 

He doesn’t speak again, and neither does she. Abby wakes twice that night, and though Scully tries to comfort her, she won’t stop screaming until she hears Mulder’s voice beside her.   

-

It’s a pleasant, lemony morning. The rising sun drenches the awakening world in warm yellows that reflect brilliantly off the dew-soaked grass, and though there’s a chill in the air Mulder feels cozy and buoyant as he watches Abby practice tricks with Frenchie on a paved path that runs alongside the river. 

As described, the river appears placid, and its waters are ruddy and brackish. A few hundred feet in width, its depth is indiscernible due to the opaqueness of the water, and the banks are tree-bound and mostly inaccessible. Even if not for the fact that they need to keep moving towards their final destination, it’s not a body of water that inspires the urge to swim. 

“Sit!” Abby says sternly, and Frenchie obediently plops her rump onto the pavement. “Good dog,” the child says, holding out her hand so Frenchie can lick a single Froot Loop off her palm. Not the healthiest of treats, but they’re making do. Mulder checks his watch. 

“We’ve got about five more minutes, Bunny, then we gotta hit the road,” he tells her. 

Scully and Peter will be waiting with the van packed up and the room checked out. If they avoid traffic and don’t take too many breaks, they might be able to make it to Bozeman before they stop for the night—especially after they cross into Montana, where the speed limit is more of a suggestion. 

“Shake!” Abby says to Frenchie, holding out her hand, but the dog turns away from her, ears pricked up. “Shake!” Abby says again, but Frenchie is focused on something in the distance. 

A deep rumble vibrates in Mulder’s feet, and he follows Frenchie’s sightline to a slowly approaching freight train. 

“Grab her leash,” Mulder instructs the child, who dutifully picks the end of the leash up off the ground and watches the train engine roll by before it passes over the river on a small wooden trestle. 

The sound of the cars rattling on the track makes Mulder feel a little queasy as the imminent fear and danger of his last train ride are called to the forefront of his mind. He looks down at Abby, who is somberly watching the train pass, and wonders how much she remembers about the man who was her father for just a few short months. He’d ask her, but he doesn’t want to risk calling forth her own painful memories. 

A smile stretches across Abby’s mouth. “There’s the caboose!” she says with delight, pointing to the red car that brings up the rear of the train. 

Her innocent delight at something so simple makes him smile as well, and he wraps one arm around her shoulder, giving her a squeeze. They watch together as the caboose approaches and then passes by, trailing over the river and out of sight. 

Frenchie stands up and growls. 

“Easy,” Mulder says, looping his fingers through her collar. 

“There’s a lady over there,” Abby observes, pointing to the grassy area on the other side of the tracks. 

When Mulder looks to where Abby is pointing, his blood runs cold and his heart skips two beats. She’s dressed casually in jeans and a sweater, her hair pulled back into an uncharacteristically messy ponytail, but it’s unmistakably her. She lifts one hand and waves a small, unobtrusive wave before she begins to walk toward them. Mulder scans the surrounding area in a panic, expecting to see snipers camped out in the bushes, but she appears to be alone. Frenchie lowers her head and the fur along her spine stands on end. 

Mulder instinctively pats the waistband of his jeans, though he knows he’s unarmed. It was just supposed to be a quick walk to get Frenchie’s energy out before they hit the road. He hadn’t given it a second thought. 

“Take Frenchie and go back to the room,” Mulder says to Abby, and she looks up at him with a mix of confusion and fear. 

“I don’t wanna go by myself,” she says, shaking her head vigorously. 

“Abby, go,” he says severely through clenched teeth.

“No,” she says despondently, grabbing his forearm tightly. 

“Hi,” Diana says brightly as she steps over the tracks. “You must be Abigail.”

Abby steps behind Mulder, Frenchie’s leash still wound around her wrist. Frenchie herself is low to the ground, ears pinned back and a deep warning growl sounding continuously from her throat. 

“Stop right there,” Mulder says, holding his palm out. Diana stops, though by her expression he can tell that she’s mildly offended. 

“Nice to see you, too,” she says facetiously before addressing Frenchie. “Hi, Frenchie girl,” she coos, and the dog snarls, baring her teeth. 

“What do you want, Diana?” Mulder asks bitingly, and she pulls in a deep breath. 

“I just want to talk,” she says with a shrug. 

“I don’t have anything to say to you,” he tells her. 

Diana crosses her arms over her chest, her posture deflating a little. 

“I understand why you’re upset with me, Fox,” she says contritely, digging the toe of her shoe into the soft earth beneath her. “But there are things you don’t know that might change how you feel about what I did. Just give me five minutes, and if you still feel the same way I promise I’ll leave you alone.”

His curiosity is piqued, but so is his anger. He bites his lip painfully hard, aware that whatever Abby bears witness to will only deepen the trauma of this entire experience. He crouches down beside her, pivoting his body so that Diana never leaves his sight, and speaks to her in hushed tones. 

“I’m going to walk over by the train bridge and talk to this lady for a few minutes,” he whispers, and Abby nods. “Stay where I can see you, and if anything happens I want you to run back to the motel and find Mommy, okay?”

“Okay,” she warbles. 

“Hold tight to Frenchie, okay?”

Abby nods, and he slowly moves toward Diana. 

“Don’t come too close,” he says when she starts closing the distance between them, and they walk two arms lengths apart until they are just shy of the trestle before they stop and face each other. Now that she’s closer, he can see the deep purple bags under her eyes and the dry, cracked skin on her lips. She looks like hell. 

“I can’t believe I actually found you,” Diana says with a secretive smile, like he ought to be proud of her. “We got so many tips from all across the country. A daycare center in Decatur, a baseball game in Oakland. But something about the way this woman described you…I just knew it was really you.”

“Well,” Mulder says, crossing his arms over his chest. “Let’s hear it. Please tell me the totally justifiable reason that you destroyed my life.”

Diana scoffs, mirroring his posture. 

“I hardly destroyed your life, Fox. Don’t be dramatic.”

Anger so acute it makes his ears ring floods through him, and he clenches his fists.

“You have five minutes,” he reminds her, and she softens. 

“You don’t understand,” she implores, her eyebrows knit. “I didn’t have a choice. They were going to kill you.” Her typically measured, stoic demeanor is entirely absent, replaced by a desperate, harried version of her that he can’t recall having met in the past. 

“That would have been a preferable option,” Mulder says, and her mouth falls open. 

“I love you,” she says emphatically, and Mulder shakes his head. He should have known that she had nothing new to share. Just lies on lies on lies. 

“I was happy, Diana,” he says levelly.

“I know,” she says, taking one step forward before he holds out his hand to stop her. “I was happy, too. We can be happy again, you just have to trust me. I can fix this.”

“I was happy, and you stole that from me,” he spits at her. “You took my memories, my work. You took Scully from me.” Diana’s demeanor shifts, her contrite facade falling away as her jaw sets and her eyes narrow. “You don’t love me, Diana. You never did.”

“You have no idea what I’ve gone through for you,” she says tightly. “You have no idea what I’ve had to do. You should be thanking me.” 

Mulder barks a derisive laugh. 

“Thanking you?!” He throws a glance to Abby and lowers his voice before continuing. “Which part should I be thanking you for? For making me think I cheated on you so you could use my guilt as a weapon? For forcing me to stay in a job that made me fucking miserable? For making me forget about the most important person to me in the world? Thank you so much, Diana, for turning me into your Stepford husband. It was a blast. But if you’ll excuse me, I have a family to get back to. I hope the rest of your life is just as unbearable as you made mine.”

He turns on his heel and stalks back toward Abby, who has been watching the exchange nervously while Frenchie holds an uncomfortable-looking position beside her, hackles still raised. He just wants to get back to Scully and Peter and get the hell out of here. Maybe they’ll need to change course, or contact the Gunmen for a new set of identities, but right now his only goal is to get as far away from Diana as humanly possible. 

“I’m not going to let you do this to me, Fox,” Diana says loudly from behind them.

Mulder keeps walking with his arm around Abby’s shoulder as she drags a perturbed Frenchie by her leash. Abby, prone to curiosity more than cautiousness at the tender age of six, looks back at Diana and shrieks. 

When Mulder turns to see what she’s reacting to, the bright morning sun glints blindingly off polished gunmetal, disorienting him for just a split second. In that split second, a terrified Abby drops Frenchie’s leash, and the snarling dog charges Diana. Abby screams again, this time worried for the welfare of a dog that she’s only just begun to like. 

Diana doesn’t have time to react, much less shoot. Frenchie is on her in an instant, jaws snapping and sharp white teeth bared, and whether by chance or strategy, her first bite is to the forearm of the hand in which Diana holds her weapon. 

“Frenchie!” Abby sobs, abject terror in her eyes, and Mulder forcefully turns her away from the scene and into his torso, burying her face in his belly. 

Diana is clambering backwards towards the river as Frenchie tears at the flesh of her ankles, painting the bottom of her jeans bright red. Diana lifts her foot and delivers a sharp kick to Frenchie’s skull, and the dog lets out a piercing yelp. Having temporarily stunned her attacker, Diana unsteadily gets to her feet and runs onto the trestle, though her gait is slowed by multiple injuries to her legs and feet. Frenchie follows after her, and Mulder’s initial surprise fades enough that he has the wherewithal to take action.

He grabs Abby by the shoulders and looks at her face, which is bright red and wet with tears. 

“I need you to go get Mommy. I know you’re scared, but I need you to be brave.” Abby chokes out a sob, but she nods, and he points her toward the motel a hundred yards or so away. “Run as fast as you can. Our room is the one next to the ice machine, remember? Go!”

Abby takes off at a terrified sprint, her arms pumping furiously. Mulder turns back to the trestle where Diana and Frenchie are an indecipherable blur of blonde fur and blood-stained cotton, wrestling their way further and further out over the river. As he races toward them, he passes by Diana’s abandoned pistol in the grass, and he kicks it into the edge of the treeline along the river. 

When he reaches the trestle, he steps carefully and quickly over the ties, his eyes on the looped end of Frenchie’s leash dragging along the tracks. Diana is on her back, her arms held defensively in front of her face and her heels braced against the wooden ties as she tries to evade Frenchie’s snapping jaws. Her initial loud cries of pain have subsided into muted wails and grunts, and she is no longer trying to fight back.

Frenchie herself is unrecognizable to Mulder. His typically gentle, mildly protective dog looks crazed and vicious, her muzzle wet with blood and her eyes wide and wild. Her continuous guttural bark echoes off the banks of the river, and she pursues Diana with something akin to blind rage, snatching a mouthful of flesh before she backs off and goes in again at another location. 

Mulder gets close enough to smell the hot, metallic stink of Diana’s blood, and he loops his hand through Frenchie’s leash before sitting down and bracing his feet against the track for leverage. He’s not even sure if his goal is to protect Frenchie from Diana or protect Diana from Frenchie, he just needs to put an end to the violent, bloody scene before him.

Diana scoots away quickly when she realizes that her attacker has been restrained, and Mulder pulls with all his might as Frenchie continues to snarl and lunge at her. For a moment they just sit there like that, Mulder struggling to hold Frenchie back and Diana panting with a shell-shocked expression on her blood-smeared face. She looks at Mulder and he meets her eyes, and Diana’s face crumples as she lets out a devastated sob. She starts pawing at her ankle then stands abruptly, swaying under the effects of blood loss and adrenaline.

She looks past him, anger, grief, and frustration contorting her mouth into a grimace. When she raises her arms and he sees the weapon in her hand, he looks sharply over his shoulder and sees Scully standing a few yards behind him, gun drawn. 

“Scully!” he shouts, but there isn’t time to say anything more. 

He lets go of Frenchie’s leash and she lurches forward, teeth bared. There’s the crack of a bullet, and Diana’s body twists from the impact to her shoulder just as Frenchie pushes up onto her hind legs and slams them into Diana’s belly. Amidst a spray of blood, Diana tumbles over the side of the trestle and Frenchie follows, down and down as though in slow motion, until one strikes the smooth surface of the river, and then the other. 

Mulder watches, gobsmacked, as Diana’s inky head surfaces and then disappears under the ruddy water. He spots her again a short distance further down the river, hair plastered to her face as she gasps for air before slipping back under. He continues to watch, holding his eyes open, for long enough that Scully makes her way to him, but he doesn’t see Diana come up again. 

“Are you okay?” Scully asks breathlessly, crouching down beside him and taking in the blood-stained trestle. 

“Yeah,” he says flatly, still watching. 

“I just clipped her shoulder,” she says, visually scanning the river. “She could have made it to shore.”

Mulder shakes his head slowly. 

“She can’t swim.”

Scully is quiet, and when he’s absolutely sure that Diana has not emerged from the swath of the river that he can see, he turns to look at her. Her expression is curious, and a bit concerned. She’s unsure whether Diana’s death is cause for celebration or mourning. 

“She can’t hurt us anymore,” he says, caught off guard when his throat tightens and cuts off the end of his words. 

Scully closes her eyes briefly and then loops her arm around his neck, pulling his head to her chest. He breathes her in deep, allowing the steady beat of her heart under his ear to calm his nervous system. 

“I’m sorry about Frenchie,” she says softly, and Mulder heaves a sigh before pulling away. 

“Where are the kids?” he asks, getting to his feet. 

“In the van. We should get out of here before the cops show up,” Scully says, already headed back down the trestle towards the motel. 

As they cross the grassy field that separates the riverfront park from the motel, Scully stops abruptly and lays her hand on his forearm. 

“What?” he asks, his stomach dropping out. 

“Did you hear that?” she asks, flashing her eyes up to him. 

He holds his breath and strains his ears. There’s a thin, watery bark far off in the distance. 

“It’s probably not her,” he says, tempering his own hope. 

“Probably not,” Scully agrees. 

They start to walk and he hears it again, a little bit louder than before. Mulder stops and turns in the direction of the bark, his hands cupped around his mouth. 

“Frenchie!”

Another woof, this one of a more optimistic pitch. Scully calls her name as well, and they wait. 

“Mulder,” she says, pointing into the brambled tree line beside the river. 

He sees her there, a sopping wet muddy yellow blob, hobbling through a tangle of blackberry bushes and twigs. His heart swells with relief and joy, and he takes off running as his faithful companion limps into the grass, tail wagging and a smile on her panting mouth. When he reaches her, he drops to his knees and scoops her up, and she licks his face as her fur soaks his jeans and t-shirt. 

“Good girl,” he says, scratching her ears. “You did a good job, French Fry.”

He’s overcome with emotion, and Frenchie licks away the tears that wet his cheeks. He can’t bring himself to feel any sadness for the loss of Diana; whatever he thought they once had, he now knows that it was never real. He was a possession to her, a thing she felt entitled to. She’d rather have seen him dead than happy without her. What she felt toward him was the furthest thing from love imaginable. 

Now that she’s gone, maybe he can finally find some peace. 

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Killer Geek Chapter Nine

Authors Note: Just a little Authors Note. The diner I mentioned in this chapter is a real diner. Red Rabbit was established in 1964 and is in Duncannon, Pennsylvania. I don't leave too far away from the diner, maybe about 30 minutes. I haven't been there since I was probably around ten, but it's a great place with great food. Now, it does not look like I describe in this story, and no one comes out on roller skates, sadly. It only opens Friday to Sunday and not year-round. I am using this diner just because it is the only diner I could picture when coming up with this scene.

The Date

I was expecting at some point on the drive to the diner Parker would have tried to reach over and put his hand on my thigh or try to hold my hand; he did neither and I was grateful for that. He even drove decently, only going a few miles over the speed limit. “So, what movie are they playing tonight?” I asked. Parker looked over at me for a brief second and smiled. “Uh…I'm not too sure to be honest. I figured we could just leave it as a surprise and if you wanted to stay and watch whatever they're playing then we could and if not we'd just do whatever. If that's alright with you, of course.”

“Yeah, that's fine.”

After an hour of driving we made it to the diner. Cars were parked under the canopy That hung out from the small diner. Waitresses and waiters come and go on roller skates. picnic tables sat out front and a menu was displayed on the window of the diner. A girl wearing a white baseball tee-shirt with red sleeves with red tight shorts, and white knee high socks with red stripes along the top came rolling over to the driver's side of the car. “Welcome to Red Rabbit. Can I take you drink orders?”

We gave our drink orders and she rolled away to the next car. “So, you know what you wanna get?” Parker asked. “Um…The bunny burger sounds good,” I said. “With a chocolate shaky?” Parker asked. I looked over at him and smiled. “Yes, definitely!” I laughed. “Inlike dipping my fries in the shake.” I nodded in excitement, “oh, my god, yes! Billy says I gross for doing that. But tye sweet and salty, cold and hot mixed together is just absolute heaven.”

“I know. It's so good. Especially Wendy's fries and frosty. That's my favorite,” Parker Said. It looks like I have more in common with Parker than I had thought. But that doesn't mean I like him. He's an asshole who thinks he can have whatever and whoever he wants just because he's rich, pretty, and popular. The waitress came back, taking our orders. Then she started flirting with Parker like I was even there. I just rolled my eyes when he flirted back. “Im going use the restroom.” I opened the passenger side door and got out, and walked around the side of the building.

When I got around the corner Billy was standing there. “He's already flirting with some bitch,” he said. I rolled my eyes, “I don't give a fuck what he does as long as he keeps his hands off of me. So far he's done that, so if he wants to first with a waitress in three towns over than he can. I thought you weren't going to follow me? Hm? So why did you? Dad make you do it. No, I doubt he'd do that. Or is it the simple fact that you actually care about your little sister and what happens to her.”

Billy just glared at me, “Shut the fuck up. Dad would kill me if something bad happened to you. And Parker Miller is all kinds of bad news. You heard about Hallie Knight, right? She dated Parker last year. One day she came to school with brusies on her arms and a busted lip. Claimed she fell. But everyone saw her fighting with Parker the day before. He's got a temper, yn. And if he does lay a hand on you I'll fucking kill him.”

After my little chat with Billy I went back to the car. “Hey, there you are. Where'd you go?” Parker asked. “The restroom. I told you that but you were too busy flirting with the waitress. I think I want to go home now.” He looked at me with a mix of surprise and anger,maybe? “We haven't gotten our food yet. Look, I'm sorry. It's a habit and I promised myself I would be different with you and I'm doing a poor piss job at it. I'm sorry, please just at least eat and if you still want to go home, then I'll take you.”

I agreed and waited until we finished eating. “So, wanna see that movie?” Parker asked, hopefully. “Um… let's see what's playing first.” A smile broke out across his face and he turned the car on, backing out,heading to the drive-in theater. “Let's see. Let's see. Um-they are playing…Friday the 13th,” Parker said. “Which one?” I asked. “Uh…the second one.” I nodded my head with a hum. “Fine. We can watch the movie.” He hit the steering wheel in excitement, then pulled up to the ticket booth. “Two tickets please.” He handed the cash to the person in the booth and then parked the car.

“Did you want any popcorn or candy or anything to drink? I can get you a slushie,” he said. I sighed, “yeah, sure. Blue raspberry for the slushie, please,” I told him. She smiled, “Sure thing, gorgeous. I'll be right back.” He opened the car door, got out, and headed to the concession stand. “Dinner, a movie, and snacks. Damn he must really like you.” I jumped, placing my hand on my chest over my pounding heart. “Jesus Christ, Stu! What the fuck are you doing?” I asked. “Checking in like Billy asked.”

I rolled my eyes, “You are such a little lap dog for my brother,” I scoffed. “Am not! Look, I know Parker better than Billy. He's going to try and make a move. He's liked you or I should say wanted you since your Freshman year when we Sophmores. I heard him talking about tonight. He said he was going to be the one to…ya know…” he made a popping sound, “ your cherry.” My face screwed up in disgust. “Ew! I would never let him touch me like that.”

“Well, Billy and I are a few cars behind you to the right. If he gets too handsy and doesn't take no for an answer, hit him in the face and come find us.” Stu left after that and five minutes later Parker was at my window handing me a slushie and the popcorn. He jogged around the front of the car and got back into the driver's seat. “I got candy too.” He set the candy on the dash and set his cup in the cup holder. “I have blankets in the back in case you get cold,” he said, scanning his eyes down my body. “I'll be fine.”

This went well for the first half of the movie. We talked a little about our favorite horror films and ate popcorn and candy. But then he tried to put his hand on my leg. I pushed it away and he tried again. “Can I at least hold your hand?” He asked. I looked at him and raised my eyebrow. “No. This is a simple date to shut you the fuck up and to get you to leave me alone. This isn't an invitation to feel me up.”

His jaw clenched and anger flashed in his eyes for a second before his face softened. “Look, I'm not trying to push you. I just think…” he leaned a little closer. “We'd be good together. I bet you have such a pretty little pussy and I could make you feel things geek Meeks will never be able to. Stretch you out real good, make you come all over my cock while screaming my name. I can give you everything you want.” His hand landed on my thigh, squeezing tight and moving up closer to my crotch.

I gripped his wrist and dug my nails into his skin. “I wouldn't let you dick with in fifty feet of me. God only knows what kind of disease you've got!” I pushed his hand away and opened the passenger side door with the other. “Where the fuck do you think you're going?!” He yelled. “To get my brother.” His face paled a little. I got out and slammed the door to his precious car. “Fucking bitch!” Billy must have seen me getting out of the car because he was walking towards me.

He walked to the driver's side, yanked the door open, and pulled Parker out of the car, slamming him against the side of it. His hands gripped the collar of Parker's shirt. “If you ever come near or touch my sister again, hell even if you look at her, you'll regret it. Do I make myself clear?” Billy pulled Parker closer to him and then slammed him against the car. “Do I make myself clear?!” He yelled. Parker pushed him away, brushing his shirt off. “Don't worry, I don't want you whore of a sister anyway!” He spat. Before I could even blink Billy's fist was connecting with Parker's face.

[spiderh0rse]

felix's mind notes part 3, e11-15

e11

can feel his sanity slippage. he's played the impossible quiz and survived so this is a bad sign

thinks escalators are fun

puts on a bad German accent for a minute

blames the galaxy and then the universe and then karma for his bad luck

not a Buddhist

cheated off his good friend Gregory for his final exam. That led to his doctorate somehow

metal music engage, Felix your voice is so quiet by comparison

processing the undead into regular dead

breaks out of felixland in the elevator and calls the past couple minutes a wonderful dream

does not like the nighttime here

got a good set of lungs on him!

sees a phone and immediately tries to call Superman

cannot ram a door open

"wheel things" You Mean A Valve?

"FREEDOM! IT BURNSSSSSS!"

impressed at how much skill it takes to make city 17 uglier

kleiner reminds Felix of captain picard

e12

wants to escape the ex city faster

wishes he had a jetpack

mocks the camera drones by calling them decepticons

NINJA AMBUSH

wishes he could've been a ninja

echelon,,,

has come to the realization that he's better than anyone around him

he's such a fucking gamer

knows nothing about bomb disposal

fire controls... Fifi,,,

placed third in high jump! I don't know when!

loves stealth loves not being seen. This is why he'd rather be the Spy than the Scout

overtaken by blorbo thoughts constantly

wants to go home :(

e13

COMIC FORMAT IT'S BAD

on the edge of death he claims. Hit by Sniper

wishes Joni well without him

admits he'd try to end it all himself to speed up the process of dying

greyscale? Wait no, flashback, black mesa east.

hates hydroelectric power

the mist in the fumigation chamber makes him cough horribly

annoyed at Mossman for gassing him

he has no lung capacity whatsoever

glad to hear they're a step ahead of the Combine somewhere

doesn't. Doesn't know what a postdoc is

excited to be able to teleport without going to Xen

tries to correct Eli about his identity by reminding him of that time he spilled acid all over Eli's report

calls that accident(?) "good times"

never actually did any scientific work

not looking forward to working with Mossman

seems surprised Breen is leading this whole business

Breen blocked Facebook at work

Felix uses Facebook

Felix would NOT want to take another teleporter ride

considers alyx in some fashion of attraction

has been meaning to work out again

recognizes the xenium crystal

familiar with Alien

casually correcting people getting his name wrong with no real push

has fixed tons of red rings in his time

pretty sure alyx wants to get in his pants. Vaguely and for once hopes she isn't

Gordon getting selected for the AMS experiment was literally a name picked out of a hat

didn't work in AnMat

finds the vague ravenholm story creepy

doesn't want to get fumigated again. Coughs his lungs out :(

e14

he's not sure where he is, but he sees train tracks

seems to be experiencing the citadel explosion

CHELL

Felix is in the dark and in. Nightmare sequence. Dies in there

his HEV suit shocks him back to consciousness! It reads off a litany of things done

Felix credits Joni but the resuscitation was a planned feature for hl2. And I love the HEV suit. I'm crediting it.

he's never taking this suit off again he says

familiar with Fear 2

likes having minions i think. Keeps calling the roller mines his minions

he. He can enter bullet time? At will?

his stomach still hurts :( got shot in the intestines after all

disgusted by sitting in blood for a second

Felix is in a lot of pain. "I'm only severely wounded, but okay," to having to run point

cannot make relatively short drops without injuring himself rn

admires Joni's sniper work

sad about forgetting her name. Blames selective retrograde amnesia and also "that stasis suit guy keeps putting me in"

hates poison headcrabs more than dying

if he were in Canada surgery to get the bullet out would be free

stole some of Gordon's gold

pretty sure Gordon wouldn't give him money for medical emergencies

wet cats his way down some stairs. Elects to perform self surgery

knows how to open his suit up

screaming the entire time he's taking the bullet out but DOES manage it

immediately gets back to work. No rest for Felix

e15

hopes the morphine takes effect soon

slightly resembles sliced swiss cheese

doesn't know why he's talking about becoming food products

assumes Gordon's password (???) will work on a combine door

captain Felix Freeman of the intergalactic house of pancakes

wait that's the password. It works.

Felix has been to Canada

HATES Canadian winters

oh I guess he lived there? Got a pool once to deal with the heat.

annoyed that his work in the citadel turns out to be undone

yeah he's just getting weapons that were not in half life

lightheadedness is just a side effect from the shield recharger. Felix desperately claims he needs it. Unfortunately he's built an immunity

hallucinates mario. Blames the morphine. Morphine does not do this.

ignores Mario

hates the antlion guardian

"your parent or legal guardian"

does not respect the term "oh snap"

has said "yes indeedio"

return to sender cash on delivery

considers city 17 hellish

doesn't trust anything sinister

thinks living in the vents would be safer than the actual city living spaces

thinks Joni might euthanize him if it became necessary. Doesn't want to think about that

deeply afraid of Explosives Room

[stiffyck]

what's your fav thing abt gw2? (i wanna play it but i dont like going into games completely blind so i'd love to hear why in particular you like it-)

theres a lot of stuff that i like and its gonna be a longer post skjdhfsk so im putting it under the cut:

the mounts. theyre so fun. i absolutely love all the mounts. i have all of them rn and hhhhh i love them.

the raptor is good for long jumps, great for just running around random maps. the springer is good for vertical jumps when you need to get somewhere higher up. the skimmer is a water and underwater mount for getting over water (and quicksand which otherwise kills you) fast. the jackal can teleport and jump through sand portals. the griffon is a gliding mount thats best used when youre up high. just jump down, gain some speed and just soar through the map with high speed. its the most fun mount in my opinion. not very well shown in my quick video sdkjfhs. the skyscale is basically just a dragon. it can fly, shoot fire and latch onto walls. a very universal mount. the hardest one to get. the siege turtle is for two players! the person who controls the turtle can stomp with it and just run around (it can go underwater) and the person in the back can shoot the canons on the side of the turtle! the siege turtle is good for, well, sieges. if you need to break a wall the turtle is great for that. the warclaw! you wont use that one very often in the open world. the warclaw is the only mount that can be used in wvw. it can jump, give others players around you a speed boost, it can tear down doors to castles etc.. the roller beetle is a fast racing mount. usually peoeple will use the beetle for races that happen around the world or you can use them for traversing big open planes and maps! fast and fun to use!

next! casual lgbtq+ rep. characters who use they/them pronouns, npcs in same sex relationships, etc. its all just very casual and not a big deal. also every year theres an official pride parade where people dye their armor and their mounts in the colors of their flags! its always very colorful and fun!

customization. you can do quite a lot when it comes to character customization. not only the character itself but also tons of cool armor skins you can collect. sylvari for example can have basically any color skin you can think of. theyre literally plants. you can have a pink sylvari, yellow, green, blue, etc. they also glow in the dark and you can pick the color of that glow too! its so fun to just create cool looking characters and then running around with them. fashion wars is a thing. theres a LOT of cosmetics you can get.

most armor also can be dyed any color you have unlocked! and theres a LOT of dyes!

another thing i really enjoy is the combat style! you dont just stand in one place while you cast a spell or whatever. most attacks and skills let you move while youre casting them. its very flowy and very satisfying to play with. also a lot of variety when it comes to different builds. most classes can also do basically all 3 of the main roles you need for content like strikes, raids, etc. which is a healer, boon dps and dps. a healer with always also provide some boons and boon dps should fill the boons the healer cannot provide.

i personally love playing qdps (dps providing quickness which makes your skill animation and casting faster) and aheal (alacrity heal. alacrity makes the cooldowns go faster.)

the story is also fun! the commander needs to get therapy in the next story part or i swear to god-

theres much more i could find but i feel like ive been rambling for long enough-

[ittyybittybaker]

(KICKS DOWN DOOR) HI YES HELLO HI! MY SWEET BAEKER

The Foxes Take Disney (the sound of reverie) PLEASE!!! - @jtl-fics

HELLO MY DEAREST!!!

Here's a bit of Neil riding his first roller coaster (and my favorite ride at Disney !!!)

Neil had told Andrew that he didn't have to go on the ride with him, but Andrew had just rolled his eyes and pushed him through the turnstile into the queue. Neil knew Andrew didn't like heights so he had given him an opportunity to sit it out, but he also knew that Andrew would suffer through the biggest drops if it meant keeping Neil in his line of sight. It was sweet, even if Neil thought he was being a little ridiculous. Security at Disney was more strict than some 'high security' buildings he'd snuck into during his time on the run.

Luckily for Andrew, this particular ride didn't have any particularly large drops. It does, however, go incredibly fast, according to the Disney blogs Kevin had made them read on the way over. Neil knows Andrew loves to drive fast in the Mas, so he hoped his need for speed applied to theme park rides as well. Neil wasn't exactly sure what to expect, if he was being honest. He had always thought of roller coasters as the rickety old things he saw on tv or in movies, and he certainly never thought he would ever ride one.

This particular ride was based on some superhero movie that Matt had tried to get him to watch, but he hadn't really paid attention because Andrew had fallen asleep on his shoulder and was warm and solid against his side. It was hard to pay attention to most things when Andrew was touching him. Neil still enjoyed himself, even if he didn't really know the characters or the storyline. A disco song played throughout the ride that reminded him of his mother, and it would've been jarring if Andrew’s vice-like grip on his hand hadn't kept him in the moment. It was hard to fall into bad memories when he didn't know up from down as they zoomed through twists and turns and round planets while Andrew gripped him tight.

He let out involuntary whoops and giggles and he felt a rush he never knew he could feel off an exy court. For a small, surreal moment, he felt like a child; he felt like he was flying.

[yoelarmas04242003]

Ride of The Doors (my version)

Bowser was running into the hallway, carrying both Kiyi and Mario. “Glad you came back, Mario.” Bowser said. “Someone has to take care of you, you big Shellhead.” Mario said, patting Bowser’s hand. Screaming can be heard, until it’s revealed to be Peach charging towards Mario and lunges to the red capped mustachio. Knocking him out of Bowser's grip.

“Peaches, I really can’t talk right now…” Mario protested, as Bowser grabbed him by the wrist, unintentionally dragging both Mario and Peach across the hallway floor.

“Mario, if you don’t tell me what’s going on right now! We are through! You hear me? Through!”

Mario hastily spoke, “Okay, here’s the truth! You know the kid that they’re looking for? Bowser let her in! We tried to send her back, but Krabs had this secret plot, and Zanza is right behind us, and he’s trying to kill us.”

Peach growled venomously, “You expect me to believe that pack of lies, Mario Mario!”

Kiyi peeked over Bowser’s shell, and burbled happily, “It’s-a me, Mario!”

Peach screamed in alarm, letting go of Mario, as he was being dragged into the scare floor. “I love you, Peaches!”

Peach turned around and saw Zanza and Sargent Guy going after the duo. “Look out you…” Zanza bumped into a cart of scream canisters. “…idiot!”

Peach glared at the blonde male. Meanwhile, with Mario and Bowser, the two push through their fellow coworkers. “Look out! Coming through here!”

Bowser issued, “Sorry!”

Mario urged, “Make way! Move it! Hurry up! Hurry up!”

Bowser takes the keycard out of Kiyi’s costume and swipes through the slot on the console, anxiously waiting for it to arrive. Zanza and Sargent Guy entered the scare floor. “They there are!” Zanza pointed to our main trio.

Mario and Bowser were nervous as Zanza made his way through.

“Attention, all employees. Zanza has just broken the all-time Scare Record!” Peach spoke through the P.A system, causing an impromptu celebration. “What? No, I didn’t.” Zanza tries to say as the other video game villains cheered for him.

“Go get ‘em, Red Knight!” Peach hung the intercom receiver back onto the wall, knowing she’d played her part.

Kiyi’s door shows up from the shaft that leads into the vault. Mario points towards it, “There it is!”

Get off of my cape! Let me through!” Zanza growled as he pushed through the cheering crowd. Bowser gasped as he saw Zanza approaching him. Making a hasty decision, Bowser slammed his fist onto a red panic button, causing a massive door recall.

“Bowser, what are you doing?!” Mario asked, as Bowser ran to the door station near him, and grabbed onto the frame. “Grab on, Mario!” Bowser said as the door was getting ready to return to the vault. Mario grabbed onto Bowser’s tail, “Are you out of your…” Mario said as the grabber rose up, “…MIIIIIND?!”

Zanza finds the duo high up, so he climbs up another station's grabber and clung onto that station’s door. The doors start to head back into the vault, with Mario whimpering during the whole thing, the doors went through the shaft, “Bowser, what’re we doing?!”

“We have to get Kiyi’s door and find a station!” Bowser explained. “What a plan, simple, yet insane!” Mario commented, while unbeknownst to them, Zanza is still after them as he hopped to the door in front of him. The doors exited the shaft and into the vault, a massive room that contains millions of doors, that leads to every corner of the globe; United States, Canada, Mexico, Panama, Hati, Jamaica, Peru…

“Whoa..” Bowser couldn’t believe the sight, but Mario was more apprehensive. “Oh, boy.”

Soon, they were approaching a booster that was on the conveyor track. “Hold on!” Bowser warned as their door went through, sending it speeding down the track. The door raced through the conveyor track like a hi-speed roller coaster, going through twists and turns. Bowser and Mario, along with Kiyi, were screaming at the top of their lungs, with the latter having the time of her life.

“Don’t look down!” Bowser yelled as their door went through a raised section of track. It wasn’t long when they saw some doors going downhill, Bowser and Mario gasped as their door went down into a near vertical drop. Bowser and Mario screamed in terror, while Kiyi screamed in joy. Bowser noticed that the indicator light was going on and off as Kiyi was screaming in her aforementioned joy. The drop soon led to a twisted section of track which curves around a post.

“I’m gonna be sick! I’m gonna be sick!” Mario chanted as they curved around the post. “Oh, no!” Mario said as just up ahead, doors were being switched to different tracks. “No!” Bowser shouted as Kiyi’s door was switched to one track, while theirs was switched to another, same with Zanza. “Kiyi‘s door?! Bowser shouted, while Mario tracked it and pointed to it, “There it is! How are we supposed to get to it now?”

Soon, their door stopped in a dark corridor made from nearby doors. “Oh, it’s a dead end, Bowser!” Mario laments as Zanza appears on the row next to them. Mario gasped, “There he is!”

“Make her laugh!” Bowser ordered Mario.

“What, Bowser…” Mario tried to protest.

“Just do it!” Bowser urged, and Mario relented as he reluctantly punched himself in the face. “Ow!” Mario yelled in pain, but this got Kiyi laughing. Her laughter echoes, powering every single door in this massive vault. Zanza was riding a door that was sent to this row. “Get it open!” Bowser exclaimed. Mario got the door opened and inside, with Bowser following suit. “Here he comes!”

“Give me that kid!” Zanza yelled as he lunged towards the door that our heroes entered, but ended up smacking against it as it closed. Meanwhile, Mario and Bowser exited a beach house, with the former taking in the scenery, “Why couldn’t we get banished here?”

“Come on, we gotta find another door!” Bowser said as they went to another beach house a few steps away. Bowser exited the door and stopped himself from falling off. Bowser looked around frantically, until he spotted a familiar bamboo door. “Look, Kiyi’s door!” Bowser pointed it out. Bowser, then climbing to the door on the row above him. Opening the door, Bowser went inside the room associated with that door. Mario looked behind and saw Zanza hot on their trail. “There he is! Hurry up! Hurry up!” Mario panicked as he shimmied up the door frame. “Give me your hand.” Bowser said as he stuck out his hand. Mario tries to take Bowser’s hand, but slips off the frame, luckily Bowser catches him by the ankle, and pulls him inside. As soon as the door closes, Zanza comes out of the tropical door.

Meanwhile, the three were in a Japanese household, and stopped at a paper door, Bowser was confused, until Mario hastily advised, “Come on! Come on! It slides! It slides!”

“Oh, right, right, right!” Bowser slid the door open and they ran across the room. The next door they exited was moving along on the conveyor track. “Jump! I’m right behind you!” Mario calls Bowser. Bowser jumped to a door on the track below, and with Mario following suit. The three came across a balcony and they dropped onto it. They soon run to a door undergoing some maintenance, as Bowser finds Zanza still hot on trail. “Hurry up! Keep moving!” Mario urged. Bowser opened the door and urged, “Get inside!”

Mario hopped into the door, but due to the door lying flat on the ground, his trajectory was changed, as he fell into a French household. Landing onto the floor, Mario was confused, “That was weird…”

Bowser jumped in, but ended up landing on Mario. “Mario?” Bowser wondered, until he heard some muffled yelling, along with an angrily pounding fist pounding the floor. Bowser then realized that he was sitting on the poor guy. “Sorry, buddy…” Bowser apologized as he pulled Mario back on his feet, albeit a bit dazed, but he recuperates as they head out. Zanza, already on the balcony and went through the French door, he growled when he got in. Zanza emerges from a door moving along on the conveyor track, he was about to jump to another door, but the door suddenly slammed in front of him, leaving bits of his blonde hair sticking out. The door slammer was revealed to Mario.

“I hope that hurts, God boy!” Mario taunted as he jumped to the track below him, joining Bowser and Kiyi. “Great job, buddy! We lost him!” Bowser congratulated his pal, until Kiyi suddenly slipped from Bowser’s arm with a scream. “Kiyi!” Bowser exclaimed, as Zanza suddenly showed up with Kiyi in his grasp. “No…” Zanza pulled out a pin that caused the hook to let go of the door and send it into free fall.

“Nice working with ya!” Zanza called out to the falling duo. The door was plummeting fast as Bowser screamed, “Get it open!”

“I’m trying!” Mario exclaimed.

“OPEN THE DOOR!!!” Bowser yelled as Mario got the door to open, he went in first. Once he went in, he grabbed Bowser. “Come on, get in here!” Mario yelled as he pulled Bowser in, and shuts the door moments before being smashed upon impact. Zanza jumped from the hook to another door as Kiyi cried in fear when being held by Zanza.

A flatbed cart with doors and door parts stacked on top of it moved, until Bowser and Mario burst out of it. Bowser and Mario looked around the balcony, where they saw a familiar holy dressed figure riding a distant door. “There they are!”

Bowser raced to the edge of the balcony, over to more moving doors. The koopa balances himself on the railing, hoping to catch up with Zanza. Mario asked, “Bowser, what are you doing?! Bowser!”

Bowser hopped to a passing door, behind the god, with Mario doing the same. They rode along as Mario urged, “Looks like we caught the express, pal!”

“Do you see them?” Bowser asked Mario. “Straight ahead!” Mario pinpointed where both Zanza and Kiyi are, prompting Bowser to hop to another passing door. Meanwhile, Kiyi squirmed in the god’s grasp, but he only tightened it. Bowser dropped to the door on the track below him and dropped to a second one, but he slipped, causing the door to tilt. A passing group of doors slammed against it, alerting Zanza. Bowser fixed his position as Zanza entered the door he was riding. Bowser swung the door, and used the momentum to break into the room, finding Kiyi.

“Dragon!” Kiyi greeted her shelled guardian.

“Kiyi!” Bowser cheered, as he was about to pick her up. Zanza kicked Bowser in the face, causing him to dangle off the bottom of the door frame for dear life. The god stood over the koopa, both evilly and triumphantly. “Look at everyone’s favorite villain now, YOU STUPID PATHETIC WASTE!!!” Zanza shouted as he kicked Bowser’s left hand off the door frame. Kiyi whimpers in fear as Zanza shouted, “YOU'VE BEEN NUMBER ONE FOR TOO LONG, KOOPA! NOW YOUR TIME IS UP!”

Zanza stepped on Bowser’s right hand and pushed it an inch. Kiyi’s fear was soon replaced by seething rage. “AND DON'T WORRY, I'LL TAKE GOOD CARE OF THE KID!” Zanza finished as he grinded his foot into Bowser’s hand. “No!” Bowser winced.

“YAAAAHHHH!!!!!” Zanza yelled out in pain as he was pulled back inside, revealing to Kiyi sitting on his shoulders, holding onto his blonde hair. She yanks on Zanza’s blonde hair, causing him to yell out in pain with each yank and she flies him into a bookshelf, in which he slides down against. Bowser, meanwhile, pulls himself back up as Kiyi flies Zanza into another wall, causing him to go low to the ground, where she notices a baseball bat, grabs it and proceeds to use it to beat him in the head with it. Kiyi hopped off as Bowser grabbed and restrained Zanza, Kiyi growled at him.

“She’s not scared of you, anymore.” Bowser said to Zanza as Kiyi kept growling, then smiled. “Looks like you’re out of a job,” Bowser smirked as Zanza gulped.

We then cut to Mario propping a door against a railing, and then opening the door. “All right, let’s see the old stuff here, pal.” Mario spoke like an umpire, as Bowser swung Zanza back and forth.

“No, no, no, no, wait, please, don’t! Don’t!” Zanza panicked.

“Hum baby. Hum baby. Here’s the pitch…” Mario continued his baseball style speech.

“NO!” Zanza yelled as Bowser chucked him through the door. Mario instantly closed the door as soon Zanza went inside. “And he is… OUTTA HERE!!!” Mario announced.

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Meanwhile, in a cabin in the woods, the lights turned on, revealing both the kid’s and Zanza’s silhouettes. “Momma, another slasher got in the house again!” The kid pointed to a silhouetted Zanza, which cues in the mother’s silhouette. “Another slasher?! Gimme that shovel!” The mother told her kid, who obliged by giving her the object of choice. “Come here!”

The mother whacked Zanza, who’s getting another butt whupping for the second time. “Yeah, momma, get that slasher!” The kid cheers for his mother, who kept whacking Zanza, highlighted by his cries of pain.

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Meanwhile, Bowser punched the indicator light, shattering it, effectively putting that door out of commission. Bowser then gestures to Mario, “Care to the honors, Mario?”

“With pleasure…” Mario accepted, and he tipped the door over the railing sending it into free fall, where it got smashed upon impact. Kiyi waves in a taunting manner and blows a raspberry at the end. “That’s right, Kiyi, you beat him.” Bowser congratulated Kiyi. “Come on.” Bowser advised.

The trio finally made it Kiyi’s door after all of the madness that just happened. “Okay, Kiyi, it’s time for you to go home now. Behave yourself and be a good girl, okay.” Bowser told Kiyi, until they opened it, revealing other doors stacked behind it. Mario gasped, “Oh, no.”

“The power’s out. Make her laugh again.” Bowser exclaimed, gesturing to Kiyi. Mario stood on the conveyor track. “I got a move here, it will bring down the house.” Mario said, as he jumped, did a flip, and that resulted in a rather… painful landing. Bowser flipped Kiyi’s hood back and apologized, “Sorry, she didn’t see that!”

“What?!” Mario exclaimed, pulling himself up, shaky in the legs after that rather… painful landing. “What did you do, forget to check that her stupid hood was up, you big dope?!”

“Uncle Mario, try not to yell at her. You know that we need her to laugh.” Bowser said in a sing-songy voice. “Right!” Mario said, sheepishly. He chuckled and said, “Hey, Kiyi! Just kidding! Look!”

Mario slammed the door on his cheeks, squishing them in an attempt of making a silly face, and spoke in gibberish by his puckered lips. Kiyi was not amused as Mario continued, “Funny, right? Huh? See what the…”

“These are the jokes, kid.” Mario said in annoyance. “Whoa!” Mario exclaimed as the door suddenly lurched, and started to move along on the conveyor track. “What’s happening?!” Mario asked. “Hold on!” Bowser advised.

[obanais-koibito]

𝐈𝐧𝐨𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐞 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐆𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐒𝐥𝐞𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠

Inosuke was staring out the window while laughing since he thought it looked fun outside. The ground and trees were covered in a thick layer of white fluffy snow and Inosuke wanted to do nothing but roll around in it and throw some of it at you.

His warm breath fogged up the window and when he dragged his finger across, he discovered he could draw pictures.

“Hahahahah! Look how cool this is (mispronounced name)! I can draw pictures without getting the window dirty, lord Inosuke is the most talented ever!”

He exclaimed before heating up the window with his breath again and then doodled some more. You smiled and laughed a little before looking past him and out the window, the snow did look fun and that’s when an idea popped into your brain.

“Do you wanna go sledding outside?”

You asked him and he looked at you confused.

“What does that mean? Tell me, it sounds fun!”

He ran over to you and jumped onto the cushion next to you on the couch and waited eagerly for you to elaborate.

“Well basically, you climb up a hill, sit on an object called a sled and ride it down the hill! Similar to a roller coaster.”

“I want to go on another roller coaster!”

He grabbed you and began to drag you towards the door but you stopped him.

“Wait! We have to dress warm so we don’t get hypothermia or frostbite.”

“Lord Inosuke can handle it and won’t get hipporipple!”

“Hypothermia.”

You corrected him, he huffed and grumbled before walking back to your shared room to look for the appropriate clothes. You followed him and helped him pick out the right clothes before you chose your own.

Once you both were dressed warm enough, you went outside and Inosuke immediately ran out and began to kick around the snow while laughing.

You smiled at the sight before you turned to go inside your shed to obtain the sled when you felt something slam into your head. You then heard loud laughter behind you and felt snow all in your hair and jacket, Inosuke threw a snowball at your head.

“Hahahah! Headshot!”

He yelled before gathering more snow and throwing it at you. You dodged it and shot him a look before grabbing the sled and bringing it to him.

“We can have a snowball fight some other time but look, I found the sled.”

“What are we waiting for?! Let’s go!”

He grabbed the sled from you and began running while he had a firm grasp on your arm. He dragged you up the hill and barely gave you enough time to breathe before throwing the sled down, placing you at the front, hopping on and pushing the both of you down the hill.

The wind was pushing into your face while the sled moved at a high speed. Inosuke was laughing and cheering to go faster, it seemed like he was having a good time which made you happy.

You began cheering with him and when you reached the bottom of the hill, Inosuke was already asking you to do it again to which you agreed to.

[standbowed]

@nosomatsu // starter.

One thing about Hachi is that if she's asked to go along somewhere, she'll go. It's the agreeable thing to do! So when her idle chatter with her around-the-corner neighbour turns into an invite, she agrees without much thought. And really, Osomatsu seems like a nice enough guy despite how awkward she worries her first impression had been (she'd been kind of hoping one of his parents would answer the door instead when she came to introduce herself--she's better with the older crowd, you put her with a 20something and she feels immediately inadequate and kind of lame, like she's bothering them just by existing in their space--he'd been nicer than expected, though! she feels kind of bad for assuming he'd be rude).

Anyway, about 10 minutes into the walk it occurs to Hachi that she has no idea where they're going, but at this point it feels too awkward to ask (and when she tries to imagine doing so, her mind just supplies her with about 6 separate, equally devastatingly exasperated ways he might respond). No, she definitely missed the window on this one. Luckily, Osomatsu's steps slow to a crawl as they enter a crowded building, and as they queue up for... well, something, Hachi takes the time to look around and strain her ears to listen for clues about what exactly that something is.

Hmm. Scoreboards, tracks, race numbers, betting amounts, whoa, some really weird names--hold on. Pause. Rewind. Replay at half speed. Pause again. Zoom. Enhance. Colour correct. Remove noise. Betting amounts? As in, money?

"Heeh--ah--um...?!" You can pinpoint the exact moment realization strikes her--the leisurely shift of her facial features (politely curious, puzzled, back and forth between amusement and surprise depending on what name she's looking at) cleaves abruptly in two, replaced with an expression of dawning shock and horror beneath it. Lightning strikes, thunder rumbles [only in her head]. She turns to Osomatsu in small, slightly jittery increments, pointing limply to one of the places detailing odds that she can't make heads or tails of. "O-so-mat-su-san, is this horse betting? Like, gambling...?" The last word is spoken with such conspiratorial quietness that it actually loops right back around to being conspicuous somehow. Hachi's head whips around nervously, struck with the sudden fear that she's about to be caught out in a sting operation any second, or maybe star in some impromptu after-school special about underage gambling. The lead role?! But I'm Girl B! "Am I allowed to be here?! No, more importantly--"

More importantlyyy, why is this the activity we're doing?! Osomatsu-saaaan?! Does she seem like a big gambler? She guesses gamblers can be anyone--and actually, it's pretty progressive and open-minded of him to think a terminally dorky teenage girl is some sort of high-roller at the tracks, but c'mon! Or, wait, is it because of that...?

Over the course of her turbulent thoughts she's changed expressions several more times (stricken, thoughtful, admiring, back to stricken, then sudden understanding), head tipping from one side to the other. Finally, she turns back to face Osomatsu (hopefully he didn't say anything important while she was going on that face journey), expression too earnestly serious by half for the situation she is actually in right now.

"A--hh... is it because of my name...?" Eight is meant to denote good fortune, isn't it? That's right, something about the way the kanji for it flares out at the bottom... She holds up a palm, and then ducks her head a little with a nervous laugh (the self-imposed weight of the world on her shoulders). "Um, I don't know if my luck is that strong, though... I think it's about average, you know? ...Sorry to say it at this point."