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vctrvn-ls · 1 year ago

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|The Murder Mansion | |Niko|

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summary: you and Niko are at the fair and he persuades you to go to the haunted house

warnings: language, is kissing a warning(?)

word count: 3.4k

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"Uh-uh, no." You vigorously shook your head.

"Oh cmon." Niko nudges your shoulder with his arm, almost getting cotton candy in your hair, making you push him away with genuine annoyance.

"I'm not going in there. Those places are stupid. Shit costumes, shit props ect." You scoff and steal a piece of Niko's cotton candy.

"Hey," he laughs before sweetly giving you his cone, like the selfless man he was.

You pout at him, blinking "Thank you."

It was hard to piss him off when he was ready to do anything and everything for you.

"Cmon, when was the last time you went to a haunted house?" He put his arm around you, squeezing you in, while you were busy eating, not paying much attention to his attempts at persuading you.

"I dunno, like when I was a kid?" You shrugged, continuing to happily chew the cloud of sugar.

"Exactly!" He threw his arms up like he just proved something to you.

You raised an eyebrow and side-eyed him "So?"

"It'll be fun! It'll take you back to the old days."

"Why are you trying to make a haunted house sound so wholesome, Omilana?"

"Oh you absolute dred." Niko shook his head in defeat as you continued walking through the fair.

Children ran around the area which was lit by the fairy lights, that hung on lampposts and trees, the air smelt of popcorn and sweet churros, you could hear the faint screams of people who were riding the rollercoasters and the soft music that played in the speakers. It was already dark and the atmosphere was as romantic as ever, as Niko held you close while you pleasantly ate your, or more like Niko's, cotton candy that was now all over your fingers.

He glanced down at you and stifled a chuckle, noticing the empty cone and your sticky hand, which you were holding out in front of you so you didn't end up accidentally touching something.

You licked your lips and innocently looked up, seeing his amused expression and shrugging.

"That sucks." He commented, hiding his laugh.

You rolled your eyes "We need to go to the bathroom."

"You mean you need to go to the bathroom."

"Niko." You whined, stopping and pointing the other way "Or I'll wipe my hands on your brand new hoodie."

"Not the NDL," he laughed raising his eyebrows. You smiled at his comment, thinking that you had persuaded him.

"Oh hold on." He suddenly turned serious and furrowed his eyebrows, focusing on your face.

"What?" You quizzed "What is it?"

"Wait hold still." Niko held up his palms, telling you not to move. You raised a brow and froze in position, concerned by Niko's sudden change in mood.

He walked over, keeping his seriousness.

"You've got something here-" You felt his thumb on the corner of your mouth before his lips pressed against yours.

You almost gasped into him since you didn't expect that at all.

Your eyes fluttered shut as he slid his tongue from one corner of your mouth to the other, tasting the sugar on you while he moved his lips against yours.

He pulled away, straightening his back and going back to his tall self, while you were left below him in a cloud of fluster and heavy breathes.

You felt heat rise to your cheeks as you looked up into his dough eyes that glistened from the lamps around you.

"Alright mister smooth." You chuckle looking down at your feet, almost in embarrassment.

"Cmon let's go wash your hands." Niko's arm curled around your shoulders as he tried to hide his proud smile.

He had to give that one to himself, it really was smooth.

Fast forward to the pair of you standing in line for the haunted house. Yes, he had managed to persuade you, but he promised to buy you as many churros as you wanted after you were done, and you were totally planning on taking advantage of that offer.

"This line better be worth it," you groan leaning on the pillars.

"Yes," Niko laughs "We're almost there."

You hum in response, eyeing the five people that were still in front of you.

After 20 more minutes of you whining and Niko calming you down, the two of you finally get your tickets stamped and you both get sent to the first room.

The room was small and dark. The music playing in the background was more mysterious than actually scary, but nevertheless it definitely added some spice, complimenting the strange pictures on the walls.

"Oh look that guys missing a head." You point to a dimly lit painting that had a man in a suit without a head "Reminds me of you."

"Ha ha." Niko rolled his eyes, stepping away to observe another painting so he could come up with a comeback.

"Hey where are you going?" You instantly teleport to his side, despite him barely moving.

He laughs at your reaction, but willingly holds your hand "I thought you said these places were dumb?"

You swallow and furrow your eyebrows, nodding "They are."

"Well your grip on my hand is telling me otherwise." He titters, making you bravely let go of his hand.

"Fine." You step away, feeling your stomach drop in fear for anything that could happen next.

The "waiting" room had black walls and it was impossible to see any doors, if there even were any.

"I was kidding," Niko tried his best not to laugh as he turns to you.

"No, you know what I-"

BAM!

Next thing Niko knew was that his ears were ringing from the loud scream that just echoed through the room. Which came from you by the way. He looked down seeing you clinging onto him for dear life, eyes screwed shut and grasping his hoodie.

He sighs, looking around.

The room was now lit up blue and the walls were covered with white splats that glowed under the uv light, imitating blood splats.

"Baby it's fine," he pats your back "Look." He shakes you in attempt to make you look around.

But you're locked in position, not even thinking of letting go.

You could feel your throat still burning from the scream and heart beating in your ears. You shake your head in response, not daring to look up. Niko let's out a breathe before reading the blood-smudged words on the walls in monotone.

"Follow. The. Handprints." And straight away notices a door handle sticking out of the wall that was splattered with glowing handprints.

This was too easy for a genius like him.

While Niko fearlessly, or as you thought at that moment dumbly, looked around, you tried your best to recover from the almost gotten heart attack. After lots and lots of sweet words and an infinite amount of back rubs, you finally managed to move.

"Cold, cold." Niko said to himself, amused by the decor of the second room. It resembled a mansion, quite a nice one too. Again, lots of family paintings on the walls and a big red couch with a wooden chest beside it.

"Look there's an exit." You noticed a flickering green light behind some fake curtains with the words "exit" on it. But Niko was too busy reading a note on the table beside him.

"Aye it looks like this is something like an escape room." Niko finished reading the note which apparently had clues on how to proceed into getting to the next room.

"Did you hear what I said?" You tugged at his sleeve, hyperfixated on the suspicious chest that looked like it could probably fit a person in it.

"We have to find the murder weapon." Niko says, moving his hand off of yours and placing it over your shoulder before moving you in front of him and enveloping you in a hug from behind. You sunk under his warm touch, feeling safe and out of harms reach in his arms, for a second even forgetting in what position you were.

While you finally felt yourself calming down a little, Niko was observing the scene. The red fancy couch had a stain on it.

"Oh that's blood." He thought out loud and took a few steps forward, pushing you with him.

"I have a terrible feeling about that chest right there." You pointed. By now it was obvious that something was in there.

"Oh yeah we should check it out." And without a second thought he stepped towards the chest.

"NIKO!" You shrieked, squirming out of his embrace and jumping behind him.

"You idiot!" You slapped his back.

"It's fiiine," he said and reached for the lid.

"BOO!" At the last second Niko decided to jump up and grab you instead of actually opening the lid, earning a yell from you as you crouched down in absolute horror, while Niko burst into laughter.

You were sure that in a few hours you'd be laughing at this situation too, but as of right now you were not entertained in the slightest.

Your heart rate was through the roof as you covered your face with your hands, facing the floor and crouching down as low as you possibly could.

"I-I'm sorry-" Niko tried to contain himself and stop laughing as he kneeled down beside you.

"I'm sorry." He wiped his eyes, smile still evident through his words.

"Hey, I'm sorry," he poked your shoulder.

You looked up at him through your fingers.

"I fucking hate you." You say, voice muffled by your hands.

"I know, I know, I promise I won't do that again." He squeezed your shoulder but you swatted his hand away.

“Imbecile.”

“Woow,” he laughed “Such words.”

You furrow your eyebrows and get up.

You felt like crying.

"Open the fucking thing then." You motion to the chest, clearly pissed off.

Niko obeys without saying a word and slowly lifts up the heavy wooden lid.

"Oh." He says without further evaluating on what he was seeing. Curious, you step forward and from behind his back peek at the chest.

There was a small knife at the bottom that had crusty red pain on it.

You raise your eyebrows and laugh at how pathetic it looks. Niko turns around "See."

"Honestly I thought someone was going to jump out of there and scare us." You say, but then pause seeing his facial expression.

"The hell are you smiling at?"

"Promise not to scream yeah?"

"What?" You hastily turn around "Oh my god." You roll your eyes and let out a groan of relief.

Behind the table, where Niko read the note earlier, was an actor in a white dress and a black wig that was hanging over her, or maybe even his, face.

"What is that supposed to be? The thing from 'Lights out'?" You guessed.

"No," Niko shook his head "That's the mom." He pointed to one of the family paintings on the wall. "She was killed with that thing we found in the chest, look she's got red there."

"Oh." You said in surprise "You're smart."

"And you doubted me?"

"Actually yes." You stifle a laugh but you both get interrupted by a groan from the lady, which made you flinch and grab back onto Niko, not knowing what to do next.

"Do you have the key?" Niko asks casually and you instantly roll your eyes, what was the point of going to a haunted house if Niko was never afraid of anything.

You genuinely have never seen him scared before.

The thing lifted it's hand up, its fingers were scrunched up into a fist, and as she uncurled her palm you saw the key.

"Oh. That was easy." Niko reached for the key, but the woman closed her hand, instead lifting up a finger and shaking it, saying 'no'.

"What?" You exclaim, and to your question she points at you. You furrow your eyebrows, clutching onto Niko even harder.

"She wants you to take it." Niko states the obvious.

"Uh-uh, no." You shake your head.

"Oh cmon." Niko tried to push you forward but you yell at him.

"NIKO!"

"Babyyyyy," he cooed through the struggles of getting you in front of him, finding it pretty amusing at the same time.

You tried to get him off of you but he kept trying to get you closer to the woman, or actor, who was so over you at this point.

Skipping past the part where you ended up taking the key, but yelling at Niko for about ten minutes before opening the door to the next room.

"If you fucking try anything of that sort again I'm going to break up with you."

"Sorry." He apologized but through heavy laughter.

"Idiot." You push the door open, revealing another pitch black room. "No. I'm done. Let me out." You turned around, ready to go to that little green exit that you had spotted earlier.

"Hey, hey, heeeeyyy." Niko's arms caught you "We are going to finish, miss." He pressed you against his side, letting you wrap your hands around his waist and cling onto him again.

"We'll go in slowly." He took a step.

"No! We should run so whatever happens doesn't have enough time to scare us." You state and hide behind him. "You first." You give him a slight push forward, to which he simply shrugs and enters, passing through without a single noise.

"...Niko?" You whisper.

"It's another room!" You heard his voice, it was pretty muffled, meaning he was pretty far away. "Come on!"

You swallow and stare at the pitch black hole, nodding to pump yourself up.

"Ok I got this," you jump on the spot "I got this," you let out a sharp breathe and prepare to run.

"1...2...3..." you sprinted forward with your hands out in front of you, incase you hit a wall. Your eyes were shut and you only stopped running after crashing into something with your hands and almost falling back.

You opened your eyes as soon as you heard Niko's laughter. You sigh and slouch from how mentally exhausted you were.

"Ohh," Niko chuckled pulling you into a hug and placing an affectionate kiss on the top of your head "Don't worry I think we're almost done." He rubs your back and walks over to a small table that was in the corner of the new room.

You knit your eyebrows as you watch him read something to himself off the small blue table. This room looked like a kid's one. There were shelves stacked up with toys, some clearly modern and others looking like they had been standing there for decades.

You noticed a familiar painting on the wall, it was the same one as before, in the previous room, but this time the women, who was sitting on the chair, was missing a head, leaving only the faces of a child, that was on her lap, and a man who stood behind her.

"It says 'who killed my mommy?' And then below it says ‘who killed me?’." Niko gets up and heads to you, eyeing the room for any clues on what to do next. You, on the other hand, were busy with trying to find something in this room that could fit a person.

Words couldn't describe how terrified you were of someone randomly jumping out at you.

"I honestly don't know." After about five minutes of walking around the room neither of you found anything that could help you with the puzzle. Unlike Niko, you weren't even trying to solve anything, you just wanted to go home, back to your bed and hide under the sheets.

"I'm tired." You tell Niko, who seemed to be deep in thought. You roll your eyes in annoyance and tug at his hoodie "Ni-"

"Sshhh!" He put his finger up.

You blinked.

"Can you hear that?" He whispers.

You try to focus "No?"

"There!" He exclaims.

"Niko if you are messing with me agai-"

"No I'm not I swear!" His emotional eyebrows lifted up as his hand slipped around your shoulders. You heard a faint whirl from somewhere.

Now you were scared scared.

Even Niko froze.

"Hear that?" He turned to the door where the two of you had left from.

"Niko." You whisper "I'm fucking scared."

The rough buzzing sound got closer, making your heart drop to your feet.

"Maybe it's something from the fair?" Even you weren't convinced with the way you said that.

"Is it coming closer?" Niko thought aloud as the sound definitely was coming closer.

You only took a step back when it seemed that the swirling was right outside the room, not that it really helped since there was nowhere to go.

WHAM!

The door burst open, revealing someone in a white mask and an electric pole saw in their hand. The sound of the saw sounded so real that you totally forgot you were in a haunted house that was an attraction and not the real thing.

You couldn't even emit a small scream from how absolutely terrified you were, you just screwed your eyes shut and shoved your face into Niko's side so you didn't have to look.

His big arms wrapped around making you feel somewhat safe.

At least if someone was to die it'd be him first.

Good thing you didn't see his beaming face during all of this, he was enjoying every given second. He figured everything out, who killed whom. The guy with the saw was the dad and husband, he killed his family.

Niko stared at the actor, who was swaying his saw around, for a good five minutes, he was clearly done at this point because with his spare hand he pointed behind the two of you.

"Huh?" Niko looked behind him and saw an open door, which apparently you were supposed to run out of as soon as the murderer got into the room, but neither of you could do that since you were hanging onto Niko and he had you stuck onto his leg like a koala.

"Oh cold." He laughs to himself and nods, looking down at you, seeing only the top of your head as the rest of you was tightly pressed against him.

"Cmon let's go." He yelled over the top of the saw and tapped your shoulder.

In response he felt you shake your head, so all he could do was attempt to walk over.

The two of you shuffled towards the exit in the funniest way possible, hard to describe what was happening. Niko somewhat limped while holding you with one hand, and you took teeny tiny steps to not stray away from him.

"Peace." Niko grinned to the saw-man and closed the door, leaving the whirring noise behind.

One of the crew members walked over, smiling warmly "Did you enjoy The Murder Manor?"

"Clearly." He looked down at you and patted your back "Hey. We're out now, you can let go." He chuckled stroking your arm.

As slowly as humanely possible, you tear your face off of his hoodie and look around, seeing a hallway, at the end of which the fair peeped from.

You looked up at Niko seeing his clearly amused face.

He wasn't scared at all.

This guy had the audacity to pull you into this shit knowing damn well he wasn't going to be afraid at all and making you suffer instead.

"I fucking hate you." Your expression changes and you push him, heading towards the exit, shoving past the crew member and mumbling a quiet sorry to her as you stomped away.

"Baby!" Niko tried to hide the smile out of his voice "Yes we enjoyed it, thank you." He told the lady politely before running after you.

You took a fresh breathe of air as you finally left the enclosed area, wiping your sweaty palms against your jeans.

"I'm sorry," Niko caught up with you, still struggling to hold in his grin, thinking that you weren't actually mad mad.

You ignored him, walking away in search for a stand where you could get yourself some sweet corn and eat away the stress you had just endured.

"I'm sorryyy." He put a hand on your shoulder, turning you around to face him "I didn't know you were going to get so scared."

"I was scared from the beginning!"

"It wasn't that bad cmon."

"It was. I was really really scared, Niko."

"Okay, okay I'm sorry. I'm sorry." He put both of his hands on your shoulders "I'm sorry."

You looked up into his eyes.

He does seem sorry, you thought to yourself.

"I'll buy you churros. All of them." He pulled you into a comfy hug, making you roll your eyes and enjoy the moment because Niko's hugs were always the best, especially when he wholeheartedly meant them.

"Do you forgive me?" He whispers as he hears you sigh.

"Yeah whatever. You're a fucking loser, Omilana." You huff under your breathe. "Now I'm gonna make you buy all the churros. You might wanna film this for your YouTube channel."

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#niko omilana #beta squad #youtube #fanfic #niko omilana x reader #hanutedhouse #NDL #betasquadfabfic #niko #nikoomilanafanfic #chunkz #aj shabeel #king kenny

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saleeba · 2 years ago

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infatuated ; jamal musiala 🥀

summary ♡ just a short, sweet smut about sucking dick innit <3

pairing ♡ jamal musiala x gn!reader

content ♡ 18+, smut, oral (m receiving), cum eating, zero plot as per usual 😍

a/n ♡ requested by this lovely anon!! i’m not too in touch with jamal but he seems adorable so i just wanted to explore him a little more with this short fic!! i hope u guys like it esp u anon :D

there was no feeling in the world that could come close to what your mouth feels like on his cock for jamal. not even winning a match nor scoring a goal could fill him with so much elation, he was just that infatuated with you.

when you innocently asked if you could feel him cum in your throat before he had even put a leg into bed, he was far from taken aback, the softness of your voice immediately pulling his lips to yours to place a deep kiss before he replied with a yes please.

and there the two of you had been for the past few minutes — jamal’s legs spread to accommodate your body, flat on your stomach and lips wrapped around the seething-red tip of his cock, not yet wanting to move further, not wanting to rush any bit of this.

“baby, please don’t tease,” jamal whimpered, hips bucking in an attempt to seek relief further into your warm mouth. luckily for you, you had a hand on the base of his cock, your grip just enough to hold him down before you pulled yourself off to scold him.

“i’m not teasing, jamal,” you say with a painted pout on your face. you knew you were teasing, he knew you were teasing, but you still feigned being offended, knowing that he wouldn’t be able to deny you and would let you have your own way. “now, will you let me do what i need to do?”

before jamal could dare to speak out in defense, you tongued his tip, leaving the tiniest kitten licks on the head before you navigated your mouth to the tiny hole in the middle, puckering up to sip away at it. he sighed in defeat, although taking note of how you hadn’t done that before but yet welcoming the new sensation of your mouth giving special attention to his most sensitive part.

“where did you learn to do that?” jamal quizzed, panting as his fingers found refuge stroking your cheek. “i mean, i’m not complaining but-”

“dunno, it was an intrusive thought, i think,” you cut him off with a giggle, hand wrapping around his cock to keep it occupied while you two conversed. you said the next part whilst avoiding eye contact with him, shyness casting your gaze to where your hand was working him slowly. “just wanna drink all of you in.”

the shyness didn’t stop you from taking jamal’s dick back into your mouth though, finally granting his wish of engulfing the throbbing length deeper into you. jamal’s moans dropped a couple of octaves as you moved lower, cheeks pulling in to suck tighter around him while your head dipped up and down.

“oh, fuck, baby,” he huffed out as your tongue talentedly swirled around him, lips running along the few prominent veins on his pretty cock. “you’re taking me so fucking well, love the way your mouth feels, oh fuck!”

his muttering was cut off by the way you sloppily mouthed at his balls, tongue laid flat to coat the smooth skin in your spit as your fingers focused on jerking the first two inches of his cock off. already missing the way he filled your mouth to the brim, you replaced your fingers with your swollen lips, head easily sweeping down to let his tip kiss the back of your throat.

the sounds coming out of jamal’s mouth were becoming desperate with each passing second, his lungs operating even harder to push out sighs and pants of pleasure, which set off your own arousal; the butterflies in your tummy flew even wilder.

“you’re fucking unreal, baby,” jamal praised you, lungs still grabbing onto oxygen to make sure you were hearing how good your mouth felt around him. “gonna cum right inside that tight throat, want you to take it all, angel,”

you moaned around his length, a muffled please sending vibrations right to jamal’s core, the cacophony of filthy slurping sounds, his moans and yours making the tense knot of ecstasy unravel in a split second. with a guttural groan, he came right inside your eager mouth, spurts of milky fluid flooding your throat, your lips insistently tightened around him to draw every drop from his twitching cock. you audibly swallowed his cum, tongue darting out to collect the last few drops that were trickling down his shaft.

“oh, oh my god, baby, oh fuck,” a few moments had passed since he came and your mouth was no longer on him but jamal still felt like he was on fire, the waves of his orgasm still rippling through him. he looked across to see you licking the tips of your fingers, slightly moaning at how determined you were to clean up and take in every bit of him.

once you felt satisfied with your cleaning job, you laid next to his spent body, snuggling up to his side and planting a chaste kiss to his chest. “how did i do, babe?” you pressed, your turn now to stroke your fingertips along the heated skin of his cheek.

“fucking amazing,” he breathed out, laughing in pure dizzy relief before rewarding you with a kiss on the forehead. “once i get my breath back, i’m repaying you so quick, just give me a few minutes.”

you laugh humorously, telling him to take his time, the flame of arousal still burning ferociously in your core.

#y/n when jamal interrupted them: [tyler the creator voice] oh my god can u let me do what i need to do ✋🏽😐#me 🤝 finding pics that don’t match colour wise but still putting them in bc fuck it we ball #also this is my first time writing in past tense so pls lmk if there’s any grammatical issues #safe to say this is my only time writing in past tense i just don’t like it for some reason 😭#˗ˏˋ 📝 ˎˊ˗#˗ˏˋ 💬 ˎˊ˗#jamal musiala #jamal musiala imagine #jamal musiala smut #jamal musiala x reader #jamal musiala x gn!reader #jamal musiala x fem!reader #jamal musiala x you #football imagine #footballer imagine #footballer smut

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avatarmerida · 2 years ago

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Um idk what to say about this except Hunter deserves to receive more compliments and Amity has never known how to process Willow’s taste in men

“Okay guys, just gimme like 10 minutes, okay?” Willow said, running eagerly ahead. “I just wanna check on my plants real quick. I’m sure they’re okay but I just wanna be totally sure because I-.”

“Go on, we’ll be fine!” Said Amity, seeing Willow was slowing herself down for their sake but desperately wanted to run ahead. Willow didn’t need to be told twice as she darted full speed up the stairs to her room. From the sound of it, her plants were just fine and delighted to see her. As they headed back to the Owl House, Willow’s house was on the way and when she had asked if they could make a quick pit stop Camila saw nothing wrong so long as they were quick and stayed together.

Hunter smiled at the distant sound of Willow happily greeting her plants as he looked around the living room, suddenly aware that it looked stuck in time. A few months ago it was brimming with life and light, and now it was dark and cold without Willow and her dads gracing the rooms with their love and laughter.

“Hey, what are these?” Hunter asked, turning to the dining room table which was covered in glossy brightly colored books.

“Oh, those are just some silly magazines Willow and I used to read when we’d do our homework,” said Amity as she walked in from the kitchen, the vibrant colors reminding her of a less chaotic time. “We would fill out the quizzes inside and gush about these bard coven bands and argue over who our favorite was.”

“Really? Heh.” Hunter flipped through the pages with a quizzical smirk, remembering Willow had once mentioned listening to a band once while they were messaging on penstagram back when they had first met. “Who was Willow’s favorite?”

“Take a guess.”

“Probably the most handsome one, right?” He said pointing to the obvious front man whose face was featured much more than the other members in the collection of mini posters that occupied the series of pages.

“Uh, not exactly,” said Amity, pointing to the corner to the “mysterious loner” of the group. His smile was more reserved than the others and his overall demeanor carried something... familiar.

“Him? Really?” Hunter chuckled, swearing he saw imprints of faded green lipstick stains near his photo. He wondered just how long they had been fading.

“I dunno, Willow has... unique taste.” Amity said with a shrug and slightly soured look. “We very rarely agree on things like that. I mean, she does not get Azura like at all, which just doesn’t make sense if I’m being honest, because I think...”

As Amity continued ranting, Hunter flipped through the pages and read the silly answers written in Willow’s bubbly handwriting, each ‘I’ dotted with a flower and the words twirling at the end as though they were carefully arranged vines. He treated her circled answers like a treasured artifact, admiring the little hearts and daisies she doodled in the corner of the pages. He also couldn’t help but want to take the silly quiz himself and see if their answers matched.

“...but I guess disagreeing can inspire debates. I mean, like the other day I was telling her how when I first met you I called you scrawny and that practically set her off because when she first met you she thought you were sooo cute, so obviously we don’t-.”

“She thought I was cute?” Hunter repeated, tuning back into Amity's rambling.

“Huh? Oh.” Amity’s hand sprang to her mouth, quickly realizing she should not have said that. “Uh maybe? Ya know, ha, it was so long ago, I might be misremembering. Actually, she might have been talking about a wet cat she saw on her way to school so actually-.”

“You just said you were talking about it yesterday.”

“Did I say that? You know, it was so long ago who can really remember what I said, we should-.”

“Amity, if you’re gonna make fun of me could you at least not use Willow? I don’t know why you’d think-.”

“I’m not making fun of you! I just, uh...” Amity insisted, quickly looking back at the staircase to make sure Willow wasn’t coming back yet. She changed her voice to a harsh whisper. “Ugh, okay listen, Willow would kill me if she knew I told you this but... do you remember before Halloween when I told you to change out of your costume?”

“Yeah?”

“She was actually really upset that I said that because she thought that you looked... handsome.”

Now THAT is a look

“Me?” Hunter asked as though there was someone else she could’ve been referring to.

DON’T listen to her.

“Yeah?” Amity replied, still unable to give a reason. “I mean, she was so mad at me for telling you to change, she threatened to summon a cactus to my bus seat before I sat down.” Amity laughed at the memory, knowing Willow was only a little serious about following through. “And she stared at the photo she took of you like the entire ride, like you were a magazine model or something.”

“She thought I looked... handsome? In my costume? Like the costume I’m wearing right now?”

“Shh! Yes, but you can’t tell her I told you,” said Amity, looking around paranoid. “I wouldn’t lie about that though, I promise.”

Hunter made his way into the living room, finding his reflection for the first time in a hall mirror. It was dusty but still he could see the difference from the last time he had seen his own face. There was a lot to process. Days ago he looked completely different and now it was though he had suddenly aged, he was tired and dirty and covered with scars.

“Do you think... she still thinks I look handsome in it?” He said, his hand tracing his newest scar. “Ya know, with how... different I look?”

“Well,” Amity started, knowing there was more within the inquiry. “She also talked about how much she liked you, ya know? The way you talk, what you talk about-

“She never mentioned my voice being... annoying?”

“No, actually,” Amity said, realizing Willow was probably the only person she had never heard refer to it in such a way, even as a joke. “Which is saying something because she used to always say that having bad eyesight made her hearing better,” Amity recalled. “I don’t know if that’s true or not but Even when you wore those hideous shoes with the holes all over them she still thought you were so cool... for some reason.”

Handsome AND cool? It seemed too good to be true.

“Does she... talk about me a lot?”

“Ya know, if you really wanna know what Willow thinks about you then you should ask her,” said Amity softly, putting her hand on his shoulder reassuringly. “But don’t tell her you talked to me, otherwise she’ll get suspicious.”

“But has she said anything about... the way I look now?”

“Oh no, you’re not getting any more information from me!” said Amity dramatically, walking back to the kitchen table. “I’ve said too much already, if she ever found out that I said any of this I’d have more than a cactus to worry about.”

“But why wouldn’t she want me to know? Is she embarrassed?”

“Well I dunno, do you tell Willow you think she looks nice every time you think she looks nice?”

Hunter opened his mouth to offer a smug response before he realized that while he did in fact let Willow know she looked nice it was usually agreeing with someone. She would walk down to the basement to show off a new dress she had found while thrift shopping with Vee and wanted to show how nicely it complimented the cardigan Hunter had repaired for her and Hunter would be in awe of how she always managed to pick colors that brought out her eyes. He would think how lovely, how stunning, how utterly beautiful she looked but he never said these words.

Instead, Gus would usually deliver the compliment. He’d say “Wow, Willow you look great!” and then nudge Hunter in the ribs with his elbow as he’d raise an eyebrow and say “Doesn’t she Hunter?” Willow would look at him with anticipating eyes for his thoughts, but the sparkle that found her eyes with her expectations only increased the things to say, and Hunter would end up only being able to nod in agreement or mumble a simple “yes.”

Is that how he made Willow feel? How could he ever...?

“Fair point,” He cleared his throat and tried not to convey the journey his mind was on and hoping he seemed like he was totally normal about the question. “Thank you for your clarification, I shall keep the matter between us.”

“You’re not gonna act... weird about this are you?” Amity asked, fairly certain she already knew the answer.

“Me? Weird? No! W-w-why would I be weird about this?” Hunter sputtered nervously.

Oh, she definitely already knew the answer.

“Okay, well I hear her coming back so zip it,” ordered Amity. “If I wake up with a cactus in my sleeping bag, I’m taking you down with me, spaceman.”

Hunter wouldn't know how to bring it up even if he wanted to.

“Sorry it took so long,” said Willow, entering the room on a vine. “But they’re doing great, luckily the automatic water system I instilled has been working perfectly.”

“That’s great, Willow.” said Amity with a smile.

“Yeah that’s totally great!” agreed Hunter, his voice sounding panicked for no apparent reason. “Awesome! Cool! Yeah...”

“Yeah,” agreed Willow, confused by the room’s vibe. “But uh, we should probably get back to the others. I don’t want Camila to worry.”

“Oh yeah, good idea,” agreed Hunter.

“Oh, before I forget,” said Willow, pulling something off her wrist. “I found this yellow scrunchie in my room and I thought since your hair is longer again, you could use it to keep your hair out of your eyes.”

“Really?” he said, as she slipped the hair tie onto his wrist. “Thanks, Willow.”

“’Course,” she said with a smile. “It’s your color, after all. Plus we gotta make sure we can see that pretty face of yours.” She added with a wink.

“Haha yeah o-o-okay,” he said with a gulp. “I should uh, g-g-go check if the coast is clear.”

He ran ahead as Willow chucked to herself, clearly pleased with his reaction. She watched as he ran to the doorway and pulled his hair back into a ponytail and secured it with Willow’s scrunchie.

“Woah, did it just get hotter in here?” Willow whispered to Amity, a faint crimson gracing her cheeks as she watched fondly as he scanned the outside area, his pulled back hair making it easier for her to see his defined jawline. Before Amity could offer her comment on the change in temperature, Willow cut her off as she continued in a dreamy tone. “Never mind, I think it’s just Hunter. If ya know what I mean.” she added playfully, bumping Amity’s arm with her elbow.

“I really, reeeally don't,” groaned Amity as though she was in physical pain, having endured this talk for months in the human realm and now realizing that there was no end in sight. “You have got to stop saying things that to me I am begging you!” Amity pleaded.

“I’ll stop when he stops,” said Willow with a shrug, fanning herself with her hand for emphasis (half to upset Amity further and half because she was truly grateful she had found that scrunchie).

#huntlow #winter toh #willow park #hunter toh #toh #huntlow fanfiction #the owl house #amity blight

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“Jude,” minutes before the bell rings for the end of lunch, Evan calls me over to him as I pass him, lurking by his locker as he so often is.

“Yeah?”

“You know Alison Littler, right?”

I saunter over to him, intrigued, and lean against the locker next to his, “Yeah? Why?”

“Do you know where she is?”

“No. Is there a reason I should know?”

“Are you not, like, fucking each other or something?”

I laugh awkwardly, because he doesn’t have to say it like that, and so loudly that at least three passers by heard him. “I dunno, I haven’t seen her since this morning, but we have maths together in an hour. Why?”

“She was supposed to meet me here, that's all, I’ve been waiting for the whole break for her.”

I find this amusing, “How do you know Alison Littler, Evan?”

“Oh, well, you know… everyone knows her.”

“Yeah but I didn’t realise you were on hanging out terms with her. Since when?”

“We’re not,” he says, “and if we were, so what? Would you be jealous?”

“No, I’m just a bit curious about what’s happening here.”

“Is Alison’s business your business?”

I grin, “No, but I’m nosy.”

He gives in reluctantly, “I have something for her. I said I’d give it to her, and she hasn’t turned up. That’s all.”

I shrug, “Okay well, I don’t know what happened, sorry. Can I pass on a message?”

He chews on his lip, “I’d text her again but maybe her phone is dead. If you see her later will you tell her you saw me? Let her know I’ll be here after school until about a quarter past four.”

“Yeah, sure,” I pull back to lightly punch his arm but it makes him flinch and then I feel like I should apologise for frightening him. He’s a bit skittish, and these typical, aggressive boy things I’ve become accustomed to doing likely won't to go over well. “Uh, sorry about-” I say, and my words are clipped short by the abrupt wail of the bell through the narrow hallway. I turn to head toward German class, “Um, so Alison, yeah, I’ll tell her. Quarter past four.”

“Thanks,” He says, and slings his bag over his shoulder as he walks the other way.

Later, Alison is missing from maths, and now I am distracted by her absence. My eyes keep drifting toward her empty desk, where she is usually perched right in front me, hair draped over the back of her chair and wafting vanilla scented shampoo my way. From where she sits she is right within range for my flirtatious torment, for me to kick the legs of her chair while she tries to draw straight lines with her ruler or poke her with a pen when she’s trying to ask a question, but not today. She’s gone, and I have this strange, niggling feeling that something isn’t quite right.

I smuggle my phone out of my pocket and text her under the desk.

You go home sick today?

“Jude, phone please,” The teacher says, because she’s the type that watches me all class long for even a hint of wrongdoing. She barely lets me away with anything, so usually I have to act out when her back is turned or when she’s gone to the toilet or something. She stands in front of me now and snaps her fingers at me like I’m some kind of unruly feral dog, so I hand my phone over without protest and let her store it in her drawer until we’ve completed our calculus lesson.

I spend the rest of the class wondering if Alison has texted back.

“Hey,” before the last class of the day I block Tara Neary’s access to her locker with my body and note the look of utter delight on her face. It is because I am giving her attention, and I’m not blind to the effect I seem to have on these girls. It’s because I’m tall, I think, but so often they shrink back timidly like Tara and gaze up at me through lashes, trembling nervously at their own imaginings of the things they want me to do to them. Her expression quickly turns to crushing disappointment the moment I start quizzing her about Alison.

“She’s in some of your classes, right?”

“Um, yeah but I don’t know her that well or anything.”

“Really? I thought you hung out.”

“Sometimes,” Tara says reluctantly as she nudges me out of the way to swap the books in her bag with those in her locker, “But I don’t know where she is. She was in chemistry this morning, and she wasn’t in Irish this afternoon,” A shrug, “sorry, I don’t know anything else. She probably had her period and went home or something.” Tara glances at me with some measure of optimism, as though this revelation that Alison does in fact, get a period may have frightened and disgusted me enough to put me off her, but she can try that one with lesser boys. I’ve been so inundated by girls and women my whole life, platonically, familially and romantically that periods of all things do not shock me. There are far scarier things about women.

“Okay, thanks, well, if you see her tell her I was asking for her.”

“I will.”

She won’t.

Evan is standing forlornly by his locker at the end of the day, and as I pass him I give him the nod. “No sign?”

“No, I suppose she went home sick.”

“Yeah, I’d say so. See you tomorrow, Evan.”

“Yeah, see you.”

Out by the gates in the hazy light that girl I used to know is there again. She sees me and waves, and this time I cannot pretend that I haven’t seen her back, so I wave too, and there is nowhere to go but past her, so I approach her.

“What are you doing here?” I say, and I had hoped that my words would come out sounding a bit less accusatory but it’s difficult.

Leah smiles and wraps her arms around herself to shield from the cold. She’s wearing a coat, but it isn’t thick enough to protect her from this cold snap. “I’m just waiting for someone.”

“A sibling?”

“No.”

I peer at her, wishing I didn’t feel so guarded and suspicious, but my body reacts to her long before I do. Always. “Do you ever think it’s weird that you’re nineteen and you’re still hanging around your old secondary school?”

She scoffs, and I shrug, “Just wondering, like.”

She fixes her face so that it is soft despite my offensive remarks, nostalgic, affectionate, even, the one she always makes when she looks at me and it annoys me. “Just an acquaintance is all, I said I’d be here at the gates.”

“Right.”

“How’s your friend Jen?”

“She’s doing fine.”

“Oh, that’s good. She was such a nice girl.”

“Yeah, she is,” I almost turn to go before I spin back to her “She’s actually doing really well. She’s sorting everything out and she’s happy.” I’m not sure where this sudden burst of childish venom came from, or whether it’s really true that Jen is sorting things out or if she’s expressly happy, but I say it anyway in defence so that I can prove that she hasn’t turned out the way that many people expected her to.

“Did you hear Pete was put in a psych unit?”

I falter, “Pete Lee?”

She nods, “He went crazy, apparently, and his dad had to wrestle a knife out of his hand.”

I remember Pete Lee. He was a quiet, but nice guy. A little weird, sure, but relatively harmless. He liked dance music and always wore these really bright, neon coloured runners. I used to talk to him about games we both played on the playstation and he taught me how to huff deodorant fumes until I felt like I was floating through time and space above the little dingy park where we used to hang out. We were thirteen. Now we are seventeen and Pete Lee is in a psychiatric facility, which makes him the second boy from that small group of peers to have a psychotic break.

I want to say that Pete didn’t deserve this, that if we’d all been more careful back then with the things we used and the things we developed a taste for then all this wouldn’t have had to happen. But we were barely teenagers, we didn’t really know what we were getting into, someone else should have known better, like Leah, maybe. She was there. She should have warned us that solvent abuse turns to substance abuse so easily that you don’t really see it happening, but I know that it is too much to expect from her, so I don’t say this.

Or anything else aside from, “Oh, that’s really sad.”

She sighs unhappily, “Yeah, that’s how it goes sometimes.”

“I suppose,” I reply, and begin walking away from her.

“Will you tell Jen I was asking about her?” She calls after me, and I don’t turn around.

“Yeah,” I say, though she probably already knows I'm lying.

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#lucky boy 2009 #the reveal #it's leah #but where is Alison?#this storyline is stressing me out #but necessary i guess #tw: mental health #tw: violence mention #tw: drugs #tw: solvent abuse

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lesbianneopolitan · 9 months ago

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I see you have Witch of Void in your pinned, may I interest you in the Homestuck/RWBY crossover fic I’m planning 👀 and what classpect do you think Neo would be, I feel like she’s a Thief of Space

It's been so so SO long since I last checked Homestuck, though, like, literal YEARS...the Witch of Void thing is there for nostalgia's sake more than anything, so I doubt I'm up-to-date if they explained the classpects even better (aside of those classpect and Prospit/Derse official quizzes that came out some time ago)

Now, iirc a Thief of Space would be more related to stealing something that already exists OR, stealing space (?) which, I would say Neo is actually more on the side of creation, related to her Semblance in canon (because well, Semblances are the manifestation of the soul!) so I think something related to the creation of things would be more fitting than the stealing of space or things that are already there (maybe something like this would fit Roman more, seeing that initially, his Semblance was gonna be what they ended up giving to Fiona Thyme instead, so, going back to that...) Then again, from what I remember (it's been years so my mind may be blurry) the only person I remember creating something from zero and from their imagination was Roxy Lalonde as a Rogue of Void, which makes someone believe that someone who can manipulate the Void aspect can directly create something from the nothingness, so maybe she would ironically end up somewhere with a Void aspect (dunno the class, but I think Maids were more related to the aspect directly too?), Witch of Void (lmao) was supposedly pretty OP in that aspect as well, but once again, it's been YEARS since I read anything on classpects, so they may have better options or explanations for information I lacked long ago

Because I didn't give a concise answer due to me being so rusty, have this pic of a fuchsia-blooded troll pic of my Neo that I drew last year just for the fun of doing it lol

#Ask #rwby #homestuck #AU #my attention spam kind of really sucks when it comes to reading fanfiction btw 🫠#unless it's something somewhat short #BUT YEAAAAH #have a lil ramble from what I could remember

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OC INTERVIEW

tagged by @carlosoliveiraa, @aceghosts, @finding-comfort-in-rain, @cassietrn, @g0dspeeed, and @simplegenius042 for a little oc interview! making this kind of a part 2 to this oc interview i did a while ago.

“Jesus Christ,” Sybille hisses, sinking into the folding chair set up on the other side of Wheaty’s desk, haggard and weary from six weeks of nonstop fighting. “Are we really doin’ this shit again?”

He regards her, equally exhausted, and sighs. “It’s for morale, Dep. People gotta remember you’re human too.”

“Why?” she scowls. “Aint’ it more inspirin’ if they think I’m Wonder Woman or some shit?”

“Yeah, well, Wonder Woman has literal super powers,” Wheaty says. The attempt at levity falls flat, as Sybille levels him with a glare. “Look,” he sighs, “I know it seems counterintuitive to you, but reminding the people that you’re a person, just like them, will help inspire them to keep fighting against the Cult. Normal life is almost back in the Valley, you know? We gotta remind them that the fight’s still going.”

She’s silent for a long moment, before ultimately relenting. “Fine. Ask ya damn questions.”

WHEATY: Name?

SYBILLE: Sybille Marie La Roux.

WHEATY: Nickname?

SYBILLE: Was “Sarge” for a while. Mostly just “Dep” or “Syb” these days.

Editor’s note: Also “Sweetheart/Honey/Jackrabbit” if your name is Jacob Seed.

WHEATY: Gender?

SYBILLE: [Rustling of fabric as she shrugs] Female

WHEATY: Star sign?

SYBILLE: Taurus

WHEATY: Moon and rising?

SYBILLE: What now?

Editor’s note: She’s a Scorpio Moon and Capricorn Rising.

WHEATY: Personality type?

SYBILLE: The fuck does that mean?

WHEATY: Y'know. Like. Uh. Your Myers-Briggs or Enneagram type.

SYBILLE: I dunno what any of those words mean.

WHEATY: Y'know what, here. Let me call Xander up and see if he has the quizzes handy.

SYBILLE: The what now?

[A painful half-hour of listening to Sybille take various personality quizzes live on the air]

SYBILLE: [Very slowly] “Lawful Neutral,” “ISTJ,” “Type 8w9,” and “choleric.” [Long pause] Wheaty, all these words are nonsense.

WHEATY: Height?

SYBILLE: 5'9"

WHEATY: Orientation?

SYBILLE: [Muttering] Jesus Christ. [Louder] I’m bisexual and I ain’t lookin’.

Editor's note: The rest of the county doesn't know she's taken by this point.

WHEATY: Nationality/Ethnicity?

SYBILLE: American. Cajun French.

WHEATY: Favorite Fruit?

SYBILLE: [Sighs wistfully] I’d kill for a mango or nectarine.

WHEATY: Favorite Season?

SYBILLE: Spring. But since movin’ to Montana, I understand the appeal of autumn.

WHEATY: Favorite Flower?

SYBILLE: Hibiscus.

WHEATY: Favorite Scent?

SYBILLE: Fresh coffee. Pine. Frankincense. Shit, I dunno, it’s hard to pick just one.

WHEATY: Coffee, Tea, or Hot Chocolate:

SYBILLE: Coffee. Black.

WHEATY: Average Hours of Sleep:

SYBILLE: [Long silence] Not nearly enough.

Editor’s Note: Between 4-5 on a good day; closer to 2-3 on bad ones.

WHEATY: Dog or Cat Person?

SYBILLE: [Rustling of fabric as she leans over to pet Boomer] I like both, but overall ‘m more of a dog person.

WHEATY: Dream Trip?

SYBILLE: Shit, it really is a dream trip now, ain’t it? Woulda liked to’ve roadtripped ‘round Australia, but I doubt that’ll ever happen, now.

WHEATY: Favorite Fictional/Real Character?

SYBILLE: Jesus, I dunno. Trinity from the Matrix, I guess.

WHEATY: Yeah, I can see that.

WHEATY: Number of Blankets You Sleep With?

SYBILLE: Depends on where I end up sleepin’. ‘F I can find a cabin or bunker, then one or two. Otherwise it’s just my leather jacket.

WHEATY: Random Fact?

SYBILLE: Was on the track team my freshman and sophomore years of high school, before I had to drop out.

this one has been going around so sorry for any double tags, but, tagging: @marivenah, @corvosattano, @trench-rot, @harmonyowl, @fourlittleseedlings, @purplehairsecretlair, @adelaidedrubman, @socially-awkward-skeleton, @voidika, @locustandwildhoney, @testyfestyenthusiast, @strangefable, @inafieldofdaisies, @alexxmason, @deputyash, @josephslittledeputy, and anyone else wanting to do this for their ocs!

#oc: deputy sybille la roux #who's the editor? don't worry about it #(it's me. i'm the editor)#also i will get to everyone's tags eventually i promise #i'm just having a severe case of brain sludge so it may take me a moment

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Tales of Bloody Bug and Chat Noir - Chapter 8 - Princess Fragrance

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Adrien sat in science class with a handful of classmates from his homeroom. He occasionally glanced beside him where Luka Couffaine, Juleka’s twin brother, sat. He often tried to strike up conversation with Luka, but between Ms. Mendeleiev and Luka’s quiet self, it wasn’t easy. He wished Luka was in homeroom with him. Perhaps he could attempt to talk with him more. Then he could have another school friend like Nino.

“Thank you, Rose, but I don’t think our classroom needs extra refreshing,” Ms. Mendeleiev said.

Adrien snapped from his thoughts. He turned to the back Rose stared up at Ms. Mendeleiev with a deer-in-headlights look. Ms. Mendeleiev headed towards Rose.

Chloe grinned and turned to Sabrina. “I thought someone packed a tuna fish sandwich but turns out it was just Rose’s perfume.”

Adrien frowned at Chloe’s remark. He ignored it and looked back as Rose handed Ms. Mendeleiev her perfume.

“Furthermore, using your phone during school hours is strictly forbidden.”

Rose sighed. She took out her ear bud, grabbed her phone, and handed it to Ms. Mendeleiev.

“Now, take the rest of your things and go to the principal’s office.”

Rose gasped and whimpered. She grabbed her bag and headed out of the classroom.

Ms. Mendeleiev returned her desk. “Watch what happens when you play about with flammable substances in a chemistry lab.”

Ms. Mendeleiev spritzed the perfumed into a glass container. She covered a burner with it and pressed a red button. Everyone gasped at the explosion caused by the perfume.

“Just to make sure you all remember that. I will be quizzing you tomorrow on lab safety … again.”

The bell rang to signal the end of the hour. Everyone grabbed their things and headed out. Adrien turned to Luka to talk, but Luka was already gone. He sighed and headed out, eyeing the girl group as they lingered nearby. His eye caught Juleka as he considered asking her for advice. Was it right? It seemed wrong to ask someone else, but what else could he do? Surely there was no harm in this one time, right?

Adrien approached Juleka. “Hey, Juleka? Could I ask you something?”

Juleka turned and stared at Adrien.

“Uh, right. Um, so, I wanted to ask you about Luka, if that’s ok?”

“Why?”

“I just want to be friends with him like I am with Nino, but he doesn’t talk to me. Is there something I could do to get him to, I dunno, open up?”

Juleka grimaced. “I don’t know. You’re nice, Adrien, but I don’t think it’s a good idea for you and Luka to be friends.”

“What? Why?”

“He’s not exactly, well, comfortable with people. You know?”

“Uh, no.”

“Well, regardless, you should just give up. He’s not going to open up to you. Ever.”

“What? But-!”

The warning bell ran to signal they had a minute left to get to class. Juleka didn’t say another word and headed off to class. Adrien sighed and followed to the same class.

Alix walked out of class when the lunch bell rang. She hurried to the exit when she heard a tiny sneeze. She flinched at the noise and ran to the bathroom. She glanced around to ensure it was empty. She took off her backpack and opened it. Her eyes widened seeing Tikki curled up.

“What’s wrong?”

“I don’t feel well,” Tikki whispered.

“What? How? You can get sick?”

Tikki nodded.

“Fuck. Shit. How can I help you?”

“There is a healer. If you go to him, he can help me.”

“Do you know where he is?”

Tikki nodded.

“Good. Hang in there, Tikki. I’ll get you to the healer immediately.”

Alix flung her backpack back on her and ran out. She stopped at the bottom of the steps to see Rose talking with Chloe. She tilted her head as Chloe held up a pink envelope and shredded it.

“Hey!” Alix yelled.

Chloe jumped. She scrambled into the limo behind her as Sabrina closed the door. The limo drove off by the time Alix reached the road. Alix swore and turned to Rose.

“What’d that bitch do?” Alix demanded.

“She… destroyed my… letter… for Prince Ali,” Rose whimpered.

“Chloe had-,” Sabrina started.

“You were able to dodge me last time, but at this close range, do you want to bet you can again?” Alix hissed.

Sabrina stiffened. She raised her hands in front of her and ran off.

Alix snorted and knelt beside Rose. “Hey, it’ll be ok. You can write a new letter.”

Rose shook her head. “What’s the point? With Chloe there, I’ll never get close to Prince Ali.”

“Rose, you forget who you’re talking to. It’s me. I’ll set her straight. Meanwhile, you go and write a new letter. Ok?”

Rose sighed and looked away. She gathered the scraps of her first letter and left.

Alix grimaced. She slowly stood as she kept her eyes on Rose. She took out an earbud and took off down the street.

“Tikki, directions, now. Let’s get you help and then I have a brat to do with.”

“Alix, you can’t. If you-.”

“Tikki, I don’t want to see Rose akumatized. She’s an annoying creature, but she didn’t deserve that. And you should have seen the look on her face. She was devastated. She’ll be a target for sure.”

A long pause. “Ok, but not as Bug.”

“You have my word. Directions?”

Tikki phased through the bag and wormed into Alix’s cap. Alix turned and adjusted it to give Tikki a peephole as she dashed through the busy foot traffic. They arrived at a small shop for Chinese massage. She headed inside through the building to a room with an open door. She stepped inside to see an old man drinking tea. Her eyes widened as she recognized him.

“You. You’re that old man that I saved from getting hit by a car,” Alix said.

“Uh, are you sure? I don’t recall-.”

“Cut the crap, old man. You can’t fool me. You’re wearing the same clothes as you were that day and I don’t see anyone your age wearing those awful clothes.”

“I’m afraid you still have me mistaken, young lady.”

Alix snarled. She ripped off her cap and held out Tikki. She noticed a hint of surprise and recognition seeing Tikki before he masked it.

“I got you. You know who she is. What she is. You are also the one that can help her.”

The man sighed. “Very well, young lady. Put Tikki down on the mat.”

Alix placed Tikki down. She sat nearby while she watched the man work. She shifted her gaze from him to Tikki. Fear worked its way up her as the seconds crawled by and the initial rush wore off. Her eyes darted between the old man and Tikki as he did his work.

“How much longer?” Alix asked with a cracked voice.

“‘One who is burning with impatience can never eat hot porridge.”

“Cut the crap. How. Much. Longer?” Alix demanded.

“Silence, please.”

Alix growled and crossed her arms. She tapped her finger on her arm as the old man sat in front of Tikki with his hands over her. A few moments passed before she spoke.

“Who are you?” Alix asked.

“Just an old man.”

“No, you’re not. There’s more to you. No amount of gaslighting will convince me otherwise.”

“You will learn another time, but not now.”

“And why not? What are you hiding? How do you know what these kwamis are? Are you the one that gave me Tikki?”

“You must be cautious, young lady. Curiosity was the death of the cat.”

“And satisfaction brough him back. My questions may be my downfall, but knowledge is my satisfaction.”

The old man smiled. He rang his gong once and bowed his head. “We’re finished. Tikki’s health has been restored.”

Alix’s breath caught. She stared at Tikki until she opened her eyes. She gasped and scooped up Tikki.

“You’re alright. You’re alright!”

Tikki smiled and nuzzled Alix. “I’m alright.”

“Hey, old man? Thank you,” Alix said.

“You’re welcome, Alix.”

“Oh, lovely, you know my name. And just what would yours be?”

“You may call me Wang Fu.”

“Pleasure. And, you realize I’ll be back later to get my answers, right?”

Wang Fu laughed. “I’ll await that day, young Alix.”

Alix nodded and ran off. She checked her phone to see she still had enough time to confront Chloe. She headed towards Le Grand Paris, grabbing a bite on the way. She ran up to the front door that was blocked by one of the male staff members. She rolled her eyes and moved to enter, but he stopped her.

“State your business,” the man said.

“I need to see that brat, Chloe.”

“She’s currently with Prince Ali.”

Alix checked her phone for the time. She huffed and kicked the man in the crotch. He howled in agony as she ran inside. She made a dash for the stairs before anyone else could stop her. She ran up towards the restaurant floor, assuming Chloe and Ali were there. She burst into the room where reporters were interviewing Prince Ali. She scanned the crowd and spotted Chloe with him before the press.

Alix dove behind the bar and peeked over. She considered how to separate Chloe from Prince Ali when the elevator dinged. She looked over to see the glass elevator filled with pink smoke. She watched as Rose dressed in a black princess/villain suit, green skin, and long pink hair pulled in a braid like a perfume spritzer stepped out.

Alix ducked down. “I knew it, Tikki. She’s been akumatized. Dammit, why didn’t she just wait?”

“Ask her later,” Tikki pressed.

“Right. Tikki, spots on.”

Tikki disappeared into the earrings and transformed Alix into Bloody Bug. Bloody Bug took her yo-yo and held it close to her.

“Lucky Charm.”

Ladybugs swirled between her and the yo-yo to create a pair of gas masks. Bloody Bug slipped one on while she attached the other at her hip. She took a deep breath and ran in. She threw her yo-yo and snagged Rose’s arm. She pulled on it and yanked Rose closer to her.

“Bloody Bug!” Chloe cheered.

“Party’s over, Princess Perfume.”

“It’s Princess Fragrance!”

“Close enough!”

“What are you waiting for? Stop her?” Princess Fragrance roared.

The paparazzi rushed forward. Bloody Bug grinned as she pulled on her yo-yo, smacking the paparazzi with Princess Fragrance. She laughed as she swung Princess Fragrance around like a weapon to keep the paparazzi down.

Princess Fragrance screamed. She held her perfume gun up and spat out more of her perfume. Bloody Bug continued to swing her around, unaffected by the perfume, when she was grabbed. She dropped her yo-yo as she was lifted up by Andre, the mayor. She freed herself and landed on the floor, but her gas mask was ripped off by Prince Ali as Chloe stole her other one.

Bloody Bug held her breath and ran. She crashed through the window and fell. She braced for impact when Chat Noir caught her.

“I sure caught you between a rock and a hard place,” Chat Noir teased.

“Get us out of here. Now.”

Chat Noir looked up at Princess Fragrance as she peered over at them. He nodded and changed course. He landed in an isolated alleyway. He put Bloody Bug down as she scrambled to hide inside a nearby dumpster.

“I don’t think this is the time for dumpster diving,” Chat Noir remarked.

Bloody Bug ignored Chat Noir as she slipped inside. “Tikki, spots off.”

“What are you doing?”

“I used my Lucky Charm back there, but I was overwhelmed and it was stolen.”

“Oh, well, what’s the plan, Bug?”

“We need to attack with masks. If we inhale that perfume, I’m pretty sure we’ll be under Princess Fragrance’s control.”

“And where’s her Akuma?”

“At a guess, in her perfume gun thing. I’ve had this hunch for a while that the Akuma is usually in the weapon the villain uses. It’s proven right many times with a few exceptions. So, if push comes to shove, always aim for the weapon first.”

“Can do, but where would we find her.”

Alix hummed. “I have a hunch. Pont des Arts.”

“Why there?”

“Look, I’ll be frank, I know the girl that was akumatized. Total romance nut, and she wants that Prince Ali. Where else would a romantic want to go than padlock bridge?”

“Oh! You mean the one where people put love padlocks with their names on them, then throw the key in the Seine? That is so romantic.”

“Focus, Cat! I’m sure a hypnotized Prince wouldn’t appreciate the gesture as much.”

“Fair point. Alright, ready when you are, Bug.”

“Right. Tikki, spots on!”

Alix transformed back into Bloody Bug. She kicked the lid of the dumpster up and struck a heroic pose.

Chat Noir snickered. “Mighty heroic, Bug.”

“Always. Let’s go!”

Bloody Bug and Chat Noir headed for Pont des Arts. They landed on a nearby building overlooking the bridge. He took out his staff and clicked the pawprint button. A screen popped up and zoomed in on the bridge. She looked over to see Princess Fragrance holding a padlock that emitted perfume.

“How about that. We have the element of surprise on them. What do you think?” Chat Noir asked.

Bloody Bug hummed. “I can make us gas masks again so we can get close to her. Just don’t get surrounded by her minions. We may be stronger, but strength of many triumphs tyrants.”

“Well, what if we destroy the bridge? That will keep her minions at bay so we can focus only on her.”

“I like the way you think. Alright, let’s do this. Lucky Charm.”

Ladybugs swirled and created another pair of gas masks. Bloody Bug put one on while Chat Noir took the other.

“How do we want to do this? Distraction or surprise?”

“Surprise. I’d rather not risk her catching on. Besides, I’m slippery.”

“Prove it.”

Chat Noir grinned. He slipped off the building and snuck his way under the bridge. Bloody Bug watched with the assistance of her yo-yo as he made it under Princess Fragrance and her group. She adjusted and readied her yo-yo as the bridge turned black and crumbled. She threw her yo-yo and caught Princess Fragrance’s arm. She pulled and sent Princess Fragrance flying, separating her from the others.

“We meet again, your Highness,” Bloody Bug remarked.

“Not you again! Why are you getting in the way of my happiness? The Prince belongs to me.”

“No one belongs to anyone!” Chat Noir roared.

Bloody Bug looked up as Chat Noir pounced and pinned down Princess Fragrance. He restrained her arm with the perfume gun and broke it with his staff. She cried out as the Akuma flew up. Bloody Bug caught and purified it, reverting Princess Fragrance to Rose. Bloody Bug took her gas mask and Chat Noir’s and threw them up.

“Miraculous!”

Ladybugs burst from them. They repaired the bridge and everyone placed back on it that were in the Seine. The effects of Princess Fragrance’s perfume vanished from them.

“What happened? Where am I?” Rose asked.

“You were akumatized. Had an eye for the prince?” Bloody Bug asked.

Rose looked away. “I did. I really admire him and his work. I just wanted to tell him that, but Chloe wouldn’t give me the chance.”

“That doesn’t mean he’s yours,” Chat Noir cut in.

“What? I’d never think that! Did I say that?” Rose asked.

Bloody Bug placed a hand on Chat Noir’s shoulder. “You did, but it’s becoming clear to me that these Akumas bring forth our darkest desires. Even if you yourself wouldn’t think that, a part of you seems to. Stoneheart and Mylene, Lady WiFi and Chloe and me, Stormy Weather and Mireille, even Mr. Pigeon and pigeons.”

Chat Noir snorted. “His one true love.”

“You certainly aren’t wrong. Point is, be careful to not let your darkest desires become you. In the end, you may… regret the actions you’ve done. And it… it may seem easier to ignore them, but they’re there and everyone else won’t ever forget. So, be careful with them and don’t let them consume you. Understand?” Bloody Bug asked.

Rose nodded.

“Good, now let’s-,” Bloody Bug started.

“Hey, are you ok? You seemed-,” Chat Noir interrupted.

“I speak from experience. Nothing more.”

“Do you want to talk about it?”

Bloody Bug considered. “Tell you want, Christmas holiday, let’s meet and we’ll get the answers we want then. I should be ready by then.”

“Very well, I’ll wait until then.”

“Thank you.”

Bloody Bug and Chat Noir shared a smile before Bloody Bug scooped up Rose. They went down to the bridge where Prince Ali and the others remained. Bloody Bug put Rose down before they headed off.

“Bloody Bug! Wait!” Chloe cried.

Bloody Bug paused atop a streetlight. She turned back, smiled, and winked at Chloe. She waved and ran off. She ducked into an alleyway before she transformed back. She caught Tikki and offered a cookie.

“You ok? Are you feeling alright?” Alix asked.

Tikki nodded. “You don’t need to worry about me.”

“Are you sure? You won’t get sick again, right? You won’t… you won’t leave me, will you?”

Tikki’s eyes widened. “Oh. Don’t worry, I’m fine. I’ll be right here, I promise.”

A tear fell from Alix’s eye as she cuddled Tikki. “Thank you.”

“No, thank you.”

Alix and Tikki stood a few moments longer before Tikki flew into the backpack.

“Tikki?”

“Lunch is over, Alix. Time to head back to school.”

“Do I have to?”

Tikki phased her head through the bag and shot Alix an angry, disappointed mom scowl. Alix blinked, then laughed.

“Alright, alright. I’m going.”

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my-own-walker · 1 year ago

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Someone You've Never Seen Before

A Kyle Spencer Fan Fiction

frat!kyle AU, fem!main character, sexual themes, mature language, use of drugs and alcohol, frat boy antics

11.

note: italicized text is a flashback

Our night ended with Kyle dropping me off outside the apartment, punctuated with a small kiss. A goodbye kiss. On each other's lips. At that moment, I didn't care where we stood, or what we were. I just accepted the small act of intimacy and went on my way. I was dizzy, blindsided by the onslaught of emotion.

I had to see him the next day in class, or at least, that's the way Hannah of the recent past would have viewed it. It was more like, I got to see him the next day. I had the privilege and pleasure of seeing him so soon after everything went down. The forced proximity sent me into a frenzy.

I took extra care in choosing my outfit, putting on makeup, and making sure my hair was brushed for once. I looked so presentable, in fact, that I got the third degree from Lily as I was on my way out.

"You look...nice," she remarked from her seat on the sofa, hesitancy in her voice. She sat criss-cross-applesauce with a bowl of cereal in her hand. Her pretty blonde hair was thrown up into the messiest of buns, mascara smudged down her face.

"You're skipping class again," I shot back, trying to rush out the door, mimicking her tone.

"Hey, hey, no need for all of that," she called out. I stopped and spun around to face her. "I just mean, like, why?"

"I happen to think I look nice every day," I snarked. "And does there have to be a reason for it?"

"Well, I dunno, Han," Lily shrugged, putting a spoonful of Cheerios in her mouth. "I mean, you disappeared for hours yesterday, I barely got to talk to you when you came home, but you seemed happy, and now you have a sick-ass outfit on."

I stepped closer to her and rested my weight on one foot, popping my hip and crossing my arms over my chest. "None of that correlates."

"Defensive, defensive, Hannah," she tutted. "I'm just a best friend taking an interest."

"Okay, I'll take an interest, too," I returned. "Where were you last night, Lily Davies?"

She put her bowl of cereal down in her lap and covered her face with her hands. "A whore never reveals her secrets," she murmured, muffled by her palms over her mouth.

"Well, I love you," I laughed, changing the subject, "but I must go if I want to make it to class on time."

Lily lifted her face and smiled at me. "Bye, Han," she replied. "I love you most."

The lecture hall was empty when I arrived, just the way I liked it. I took my usual seat and pulled out my materials, sitting in wait for Kyle's arrival. I looked at some things on my phone to pass the time and I tried really hard not to stare at the door each time it squeaked open.

Professor Edwards arrived and began leafing through his papers, preparing to hand back Friday's quizzes. The hall began to fill up pretty decently. I shifted anxiously in my seat.

Finally, I felt the air next to me change in the way it does when someone takes up the space next to you. I inhaled deeply and took in the unmistakable scent of Kyle.

"Hey," he breathed, putting a hand on my arm. I breathed out and looked up, meeting his eyes. He smiled softly at me and laughed. "I'm always late, I know."

"I never noticed," I giggled, sarcastically.

He reached for my hand and laced his fingers between mine, squeezing for a moment before releasing it to grab his things out of his backpack.

Water came as a welcome bounty, spilling onto my skin from the shower head. The warmth spread over me like a welcome hug. I felt my life wrap gently around me as well, the sweet joys of new endeavors and passions. A small hum rose from the depths of my throat.

It had been two weeks since our date, or, well, it had been a little long. It was September 27 when I stood in the shower, reflecting on him and me, whatever we had going on.

For more than fourteen straight days, Kyle and I found reasons to see each other. Every single day. As far as Lily and Archie and every other person in our lives were concerned, we were getting a hell of a lot done on our "math project." We worked on it, sure. So much so that we were practically done, but no one needed to know that.

Most of our time spent together, though, was spent stealing glances, making each other laugh, learning about each others' interests, and curating the perfect joint playlist. We met in the library, at coffee shops, and on park benches between classes. I spent time on Thursday nights at his, like usual, but then, also, Tuesday nights.

Those nights got later, as in, I would stumble home in the early hours of the morning.

"Stay the night, please," Kyle pleaded, tone seeping with worry. We both lounged on his sofa, Kyle sitting upright against the side of the sofa, legs outstretched across its length, and I in between his legs, head resting back against his chest. His arms rested lazily around my form. I could feel his voice rumble through his chest as he spoke.

"Are you coming onto me?" I snarked, turning my head to make eye contact.

"What? I-" he stammered, blush rising to his cheeks.

"You know I'm kidding, Kyle," I assured.

"I just mean like," he stuttered, "like, it's really late. I don't want you walking back this late." As he spoke, he wrapped his arms tighter around me.

I relaxed into him and rested the back of my head against his shoulder. "I know. I gotta get home, though," I contended. "My wife will worry."

"Lily can last one night without you," he laughed. "You can sleep on the couch. I just want you safe."

"I will be safe, Kyle," I muttered. I couldn't tell him the truth behind my rush. The truth being that Lily had no idea about the two of us, and she had been blowing up my phone for the last hour, begging me to come home to talk about her boy problems. Studying shouldn't take this long. was the last text she sent. She was right. And that's because we weren't studying. We were making out.

"Can you at least kiss me again before you leave?" he bargained.

Without a word, I turned my body and laid a long, passionate kiss on him, before standing to gather my things.

I thought about him constantly, and I wanted to be near him always. When we weren't together, we were texting. Lily definitely knew I had something going on, but my pride refused to let her know the details. She didn't press me on it.

This shower had a purpose. The warm water washed over me, preparing me for my first Friday night out since becoming a "thing" with Kyle. Tri-Delta was hosting and I knew Kyle would be there. He knew I would be there. It was agreed upon by both of us that we would play it cool and not make anything obvious.

I got dress in a white tee, a black skirt, and a pair of beat up converse. I did my makeup and my hair and threw on a jean jacket just before walking out the door with Lily.

The party was insane, as most were. It was packed from wall to wall with bodies and smelled of liquor. Lily grabbed my hand and dragged me through the crowd, searching for her sorority sisters.

As we weaved around bodies, I took in who was around us. My gaze landed on Archie and Kyle, standing huddled together against the wall. Archie looked up and locked eyes with me, a strange look on his face. Lily tugged me forward and I continued through toward the Tri-Delta house's kitchen.

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#evan peters #evan peters fic #ahs #evan peters x reader #evan peters x female reader #evan peters oneshot #kyle spencer #kyle spencer imagine #kyle spencer fanfic #kyle spencer x reader

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zedpercyfan · 1 year ago

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Pokeshipping Week '23 - Day 4 - Ash's Hat

For Someone Special

ASH KETCHUM sighed as he opened the door. “Spring cleaning…” he grumbled. He’d been busy helping Professor Oak with research when Tracey reminded the Professor that it was time for spring cleaning. It was most unfortunate that his Mom heard and instantly demanded that he clean out his closet.

Ash found several things he no longer had any use for or had replacements for, it seemed his Mom was right on the whole spring cleaning thing in his room. “Huh, the old Voltorb alarm clock…” He held the device in his hands and chuckled. The old seams were still there from when his Mom had repaired the broken device for when he and his friends returned after their journey. Now at his bedside was a more sophisticated version of it. The animatronic Pidgey now more refined.

He had a spare of the same device too, he figured it’d be best to junk it.

He found some old tin lunch boxes from the League. Didn’t need them…but he figured they could be sold…maybe keep one or two.

He paused when he pulled out a hat, the hat from the Pokémon Indigo League that he’d worn during his first few years journeying. Now it was old, dirty, and while it still fit, Ash couldn’t help but feel it had seen its day. “Hmm, I wonder…”

He checked a site that Brock had told him all about and gaped at the prices for the hat. “Damn, that’s a lot. This could earn me a lot of yen.”

“I wouldn’t really recommend selling,” said Tracey.

“You’re sure?” quizzed Ash.

“Yeah. The problem is the simplicity of the design. The Pokémon League’s symbols have gotten a lot more complicated since this and even though a collector will pay plenty for these, all those used ones online have been there for months and months.”

“Man…” grumbled Ash. The door opened and Professor Sammuel Oak wandered in.

“Oh, hello, what’s all this about?” The two boys greeted him. “Oh, your old hat, Ash? Looking to sell it?”

“I thought about it, but Tracey just told me it’s impossible with the market right now.”

“Hmm…there is one buyer I know who’d be interested.”

“Really? Who, Professor?”

“Your old friend Misty.” Ash blinked in response but before he could say anything…

— BRINGRING-RING – Tracey’s phone went off.

“Oh, speak of the Giratina…” He hit the answer button. “Hello? Still haven’t found the right price for that edition… Not too surprising given the state of the market… Yes, well people have to make their yen somehow. By the way, Misty, you just happen to be in luck, Ash wants to sell his. He’s here right now, you can bargain with him directly. Here.” He turned the speaker on and handed it over to Ash.

“…Hey, wait! Tracey, DON’T—”

“Hello?” He heard a gasp and what sounded like words getting caught in her throat.

“Ash…heya.”

“Tracey tells me you’re looking to buy the ‘98 edition of the Indigo League caps.”

“…yeah…”

“Well, as Tracey said I want to sell mine. So…how much do you want to buy for?”

“What’s your price for it?”

“I dunno, really. I’ll give it to you for less than the current price they’re going for.”

“Er… I’ll give you 11,500 yen for it.”

“Wha? I just told ya, Mist, I’m letting you have it for less than what the lowest price is on the secondhand market.”

Ash was left to stare at the wall for a bit as Misty seemed to go silent but soon she spoke again. “Are you sure you want to sell it…?” she asked quietly.

“Well, yeah, that’s…that’s what I’ve been saying.”

“Yes, but you sent in 100 postcards for it, right?”

“I did and I know I got really worked up about it that one time but I’ve moved on from that. I got plenty of hats to sell, actually. Look, I thought you wanted to buy it.”

“Well, yeah, but… Can I call you on your phone?”

“Er – sure. But why?” Ash did a doubletake as Misty disconnected. He sighed and gave it back to Tracey. Then his phone rang, this time for a video call. He grumbled as he answered.

“Hey, you can see me, right?”

“Well, yeah,” replied Ash.

“Good, here’s…” Misty trailed off as she saw Professor Oak and Tracey talking to each other in the background. She fidgeted onscreen a bit. “…can I show you this privately…?”

“Ugh…” Ash stood up and began walking toward the corral. “Right, we’re alone now.”

“Good. Take a look.” Misty rolled on her chair in what seemed to be her bedroom and revealed a bookshelf with dozens of hats displayed on it.

“Whoa Mist, those’re…” Ash slowly stopped himself and took a closer look. The cogs in his brain began to go off. “Hey Mist, a lot of those look like the hats I’ve been wearing.”

Misty froze up for a second before sighing. “Y-yeah…I’spose they are…well…heh heh…what can I say? They normally look good on ya. Perhaps seeing them on you inspired me…”

Ash Ketchum thought that to be one of the weirdest explanations for something he’d ever heard of! He was about to retort when her words finally processed in his brain. His hats…she’s collecting them and a few others that he’d never gotten…looking for the hat he originally wore when they first met…immediately was willing to offer him the amount it goes for at current market price…also seems nervous and uneasy.

It's also true that Misty never really wears hats beyond sometimes a sun hat. Ash wasn’t exactly bright but he wasn’t stupid either. Cilan and Clemont had both made it their mission to cram his brain with as much information about life as possible – if there was one thing about girls they had both been very upfront about…

…he decided to play it safe. “Misty…” he ventured, “this hat was my first ever League cap. If I let you buy it, will you keep it safe?”

“Yes, of course.”

“It’s something that I really treasured, like…my heart.” He noticed a slight redness growing on her cheeks. “Can I trust you with it?”

“Yes,” she replied quickly.

“Good. I trust you with it as a good and the bested of friends.” He chuckled. “Who knows, maybe it’ll be a sort of good luck charm for the both of us.”

“Ha ha! Yeah! True,” laughed Misty. “Kind of like my fishing lure for ya.”

“Mm. Hey Mist. I really do trust it with ya.” And before he hung up, Ash gave her a small wink.

“Ash dear, did you find a buyer?” asked Mrs. Ketchum when she noticed Ash boxing the cap in the living room.

“Yeah, I did, Mom.”

“Oh good. I hope the lucky stranger will enjoy it.”

“It’s someone we know,” replied Ash vaguely. “Someone special…”

As he taped the box up, a thought came to him. “Hey Mom? What can you tell me about a first date…?”

***

Author’s Note: Hm…not gonna lie, thought I had a better idea for what to do here but it wasn’t as solid as I thought. I don’t know. I struggled with this one.

#pokeshipping #Pokeshipping Week 2023 #zedpercyfan #fanfiction #AAML #SatoKasu #ash ketchum #misty #pokeani #pokemon

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why-raven · 6 months ago

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quiz: how your adventure ends — yiuno.

You slip away quietly to return to your wandering life.

You smile as the party you have been adventuring with shouts with joy; they hugged and laughed with you until something in the back of your head tells you it’s time to go. You have no home, but these people were the closest you ever got to one. Still, now the adventure is over there is no need for this alliance. You begin on down the road when you hear the pounding of feet behind you and you’re suddenly scooped up by your friends. They tell you wherever you may be, you always have a place with them. You say your goodbyes and then walk into the woods, where you emerged from all those months ago.

link to quiz.

Given Yiuno’s diabolic reputation as a ruthlessly efficient assassin in the Eorzean underworld, you wouldn’t expect him to waste his time with a bunch of novices. However, there was nothing to stop this cunningly resourceful man to use everything and anything in his arsenal—including these innocent travelers—for his own agendas.

With his youthful appearance, traveling together with a group of young and budding adventurers would seem less conspicuous, with none the wiser about Yiuno’s true identity. The scarcity of his race and his androgyny did pose some problems, especially with members who were more sexually active. Driven by his survival instinct, Yiuno managed to pacify their lust; in exchange, he had to juggle with a harem he wished he didn’t have.

His only concern, however, was the need to consciously suppress his raw power to better fit in with this group of libido-charged misfits. Feinting incompetency was easier than trying to explain the various shenanigans he was capable of that were too much for others to comprehend.

Throughout his journey with the team, Yiuno watched them grow and mature. He often kept the party at arm’s length—his pretty smile never reached the coldness in his green eyes, and he sealed away their every attempt to steal his kiss with a finger. To the members, Yiuno’s existence was like a fever dream they never want to wake, but alas… the dream must end, when that day came.

The day when Yiuno truly gave them the goodbye kiss.

Was it real? Or was it all a dream? The group could only blink at each other in confusion when they woke up the next day. Something—someone was missing, but their memories were hazy. All they could remember was a handsome young man (or was it a beautiful young lady?) whom they all loved dearly, and now he/she was gone. Forever. They scratched their heads and looked around one last time, then they packed up their belongings and continued their adventure…

All the while unaware that Yiuno was observing them from the shadows, before his impassive face cracked a smile and he faded into the darkness.

(Re-posting old quizzes to main blog for archiving purposes.)

I recalled doing this quiz while somewhat drunk one day; instead of my usual commentaries, I ended up writing a short blurb that probably didn’t make much sense. I dunno what was going through my mind at that time, but I guess this could work as a summary for a what-if story.

Should I turn it into a fic? I’m not sure, honestly—looking back at this now, it doesn’t feel like something I’d normally write, and my memory of this is hazy at best. For now, just bear with this, and I’ll leave you to fill in the blanks with your own imagination.

#tenebris; answered #oc; quiz game #yiuno reine #ffxiv

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ambrossart · 2 years ago

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Paper Men: Ch. 27 Preview #2

With the full release just days away (I'm gonna try to have it up by Sunday, but worst-case scenario, it'll be up early next week, and it'll be totally awesome!), here's a special preview featuring Belch and Vic.❤️

The afternoon hadn’t gone so well for Victor Criss, either.

Thanks to Henry Bowers and his little lunchtime temper tantrum, Vic was almost twenty minutes late for his sixth-period government class. He walked in just as the last two students were turning in their quizzes, and when he asked Mr. Briggs if he could take the quiz during the second half of class, Mr. Briggs said no because he didn’t want Vic to miss his lecture: “These lectures are crucial to your understanding of the course.”

No, Vic wanted to say to him, your lectures are unresearched, uninspired, and taken directly from the textbook. Half the time I don’t even listen to you.

Instead, he just glared at his teacher with an exhausted, exasperated stare, which he supposed delivered the same message.

Judging by his teacher’s expression, it had.

“Look, I’m sorry, Victor. If you want to make up the quiz, you’re going to have to come in early tomorrow. Otherwise, I’ll have no choice but to give you a zero.”

Come in early? On a Tuesday?

Screw it, Vic thought, my GPA can afford the hit, so he accepted his goose egg and chucked it over his shoulder.

He spent the rest of the afternoon going through the usual motions: go to his locker, switch books, go to class, sit down, zone out, wait for the teacher to give the assignment, start said assignment, zone out again, brace himself for the loud

BRRRRRRING!

The final bell burred directly over Vic’s head, making him flinch in his chair and drop his head into his hands. The damned thing was so loud, it might as well have been rattling around in his skull. Then came the excited chatter of thirty students talking all at once. Vic didn’t care how excited Kelly was to go to the mall or how “totally bummed” Mark was now that he had to go to detention. Vic had detention too, but you didn’t hear him complaining about it (although he was, constantly, in his head). He closed his notebook and textbook, stacked them into a pile, and tucked it under his arm before heading out the door.

The hallway seemed to go on forever. Classroom doors whipped open and closed, open and closed, releasing hordes of rowdy teenagers eager to leave. Vic kept his head down the whole time, staring at his boots, counting his steady, silent footfalls, and with each door he passed, the sound swelled around him. Every little noise—a cough, a laugh, a swish-swish of fabric—crashed together into a raging wave that flooded Vic’s senses. He could hear everything. He could hear nothing. His head throbbed and his body ached. His skin felt prickly and tight. When Vic finally reached his locker, he whipped it open, shoved his head inside the dark space above the shelf, and took a few slow breaths through his nose until he started to calm down.

Then he felt someone slump down beside him, and a grating, feminine voice said, “No offense, Vic, but your little girlfriend’s kind of a major bitch.”

Vic breathed out a sigh and even that was too loud in his current state. He buried his head deeper into his locker and wondered if she would just go away if he ignored her long enough.

But then again Christie Gibson was awfully persistent, like a fly that refused to buzz off.

“I don’t know what that means,” Vic said, annoyed, his voice echoing inside his metal cave.

“Tozier. I tried talking to her today and she totally wigged out on me! Like, I dunno what was worse: that fake nice bullshit—that was totally transparent, by the way—or her frantic babbling about coffee or whatever the fuck she was going on about. I dunno, I couldn’t make out a word of what she was saying. She said she wanted to give me advice or something, and I was just like, What? What are you even talking about? You know, she should be thanking me! I totally kicked her ass in the student council vote, but someone made me drop outta the race…”

“You don’t care about student council,” Vic said, his voice a low rumble.

“So? You never know, I might’ve been good at it.”

“Trust me, you wouldn’t have, and besides, you don’t care about student council.”

“Whatever… still might’ve been fun.”

Her hand landed on his shoulder like a slithering worm. Vic shrugged it away.

“Look, here she comes now. Watch this, Vic.”

Vic reluctantly pulled his head out of his locker and turned around, squinting as his eyes adjusted to the change in light. Evelyn had just come around the corner in his mother’s bright yellow dress, her arms crossed in front of her, right hand rubbing and squeezing her left bicep. When she got within earshot, Christie said, “Hey, Tozier!” and Evelyn turned her head to acknowledge them. By now, it was practically an instinct for her, like muscle memory or something. Whenever someone said her name, Evelyn sprang to life like a wind-up doll, just like she was doing now. Her eyes popped open a little wider and brightened. Her mouth transformed into a picture-perfect smile, began to deliver an enthusiastic “Hi!” but then it just stopped and hung open, as if a pebble had gotten stuck in one of her gears. Evelyn drew back a step. Her eyes darkened, went to Vic, then to Christie, then back to Vic, and she gave them both a polite but noticeably stiff, “Hi,” before shuffling past them.

Christie snapped her fingers and pointed at Evelyn’s back. “See? Bitch!”

“Don’t call her a bitch,” Vic said, but even he had to admit that was a little odd. “Hey, what were you talking to Evelyn for, anyway?”

Christie raised her eyebrows at him. “Huh?”

“Why were you talking to Evelyn?”

Christie shrank away from him, then folded her arms over her chest and burrowed inside her oversized denim jacket. “Hey, I can talk to whoever I want, Vic. It’s not like I need your permission.”

Vic’s eyes hardened. “Why were you talking to Evelyn?”

“I just wanted to say hi and compliment her dress, that’s all. What? I’m not allowed to be nice to my fellow classmates?” She stuck her thumb between her lips and started chewing on her nail. Under her breath, she said, “Jeez, I was just trying to do you a favor…”

“You wanna do me a favor?” Vic said. “Stop talking to Evelyn.”

“Oh, fine! Not like I’m dying to talk to her again, anyway…” Christie took her thumb out of her mouth and shoved both hands into her pockets. “So you got my Green River CD?”

“Yeah. Here.”

Vic pulled the CD out of his backpack and handed it to her.

“Well? Thoughts?”

“Uh… not really my thing,” Vic said, but honestly, he couldn’t even remember what the band sounded like.

Christie clutched her chest in distress. “Really? Green River isn’t your thing? Boy, you are a tough nut to crack, Criss… but I’ll getcha, oh, I’ll getcha. I will find your music soulmate and you’ll live happily ever after, just like me and Stevie Nicks.”

She clasped her hands together in a silent prayer of thanks. Right now, Vic was saying a little prayer of his own: to be rid of Christie Gibson and have a few seconds of peace and quiet.

“Y’know your roots are startin’ to show,” Christie said. “You want me to touch ‘em up for you?”

Vic ran his hand through his hair, thinking.

It’s weird, and it’s ugly, and it doesn’t suit you at all!

“I dunno.”

“Oh?” Christie tipped her head curiously. “What, you thinkin’ about goin’ back?”

“I dunno… maybe.”

“‘Cause I can take you back if you want. Won’t be quite the same as your natural color, but I could probably get it pretty damn close.”

“Maybe,” Vic said, and they both turned to greet Belch Huggins.

He walked up to them while shaking his head, looking tired and frustrated, but he perked up a little when Christie Gibson’s eyes met his. Her smile was like sunshine. It always made his stomach flutter.

Nevertheless, he said, “Can you believe I got another day of detention over this bullshit?”

“Yup,” Vic said. He had gotten another day added to his sentence too, and all so he could watch Henry Bowers sulk in the front seat like a three-year-old until Evelyn Tozier gave him exactly what he wanted: attention. “I don’t even care anymore. They already gave me three weeks, what’s another day?”

Christie scoffed at them both. “God, you two are poster boys for the dangers of peer pressure… Hey, why’d you boneheads take her shirts, anyway?”

“I dunno,” Belch moaned. “Why do we do anything?”

It was just supposed to be a harmless prank, something to get Henry and Evelyn talking again. The last four months had been unbearably tense. Henry had been strangely quiet and extra irritable all summer, and Belch knew it was because of Evelyn (because somehow it was always because of Evelyn). He thought if he took her shirts, Evelyn would go to Henry to get them back, and they would finally squash whatever happened between them. He wasn’t expecting Henry’s temper to flare up and explode like it did, and he definitely wasn’t expecting Patrick Hockstetter to pour more gasoline on the fire. Lots of mistakes were made that day. Belch Huggins regretted every single one of them.

Because, boy, did it put a damper on his sex life.

Now Christie Gibson was turning to him with that familiar twinkle in her eyes. “Hey, can you give me a ride home from work tonight?”

“I can’t, remember? I’m not allowed to take the car out without my mom’s permission.”

“Oh, come on, please!”

“I can’t!”

“You’re really gonna make me walk home by myself that late at night? Past that creepy house? Reggie, I thought your mom raised you better than that.”

“Oh, don’t pull that card…”

“I’m just saying… next time I see your mom, I’m gonna tell her you made me walk home and I don’t think she’s gonna be very happy with you. I mean, what’s more important? Blindly following some rule? Or being chivalrous and seeing a young lady home?”

“Chris…”

“Please, Reg! I’ll even call your mom and tell her if it’ll make you feel better.”

“Okay, okay, fine. I’ll pick you up.”

“Oh my god, thank you!” Christie lunged toward him, caught herself at the last second, and rocked back onto her heels, a deep blush rising to her freckled cheeks. She pressed the CD case to her nose in a vain attempt to hide it. “So, umm, I should probably get going, huh? Okay, well… have fun in detention, you guys!”

She spun around and sped off down the hallway.

Vic shot Belch a little smirk. “So you’re gonna give her a ride, Reg?”

“Shut up,” Belch said. He took off his cap, swiped his hand through his hair, and put it back on.

Now he was looking at Vic with a troubled frown. “Hey, what are we gonna do about Henry and Evelyn? ‘Cause what happened back at lunch, that was really freaky, wasn’t it? I mean, I’ve never seen him like that. Never. Not even at his worst. He was just… gone, man. You could see it in his eyes.”

Vic shrugged. “I wasn’t really planning on doing anything, honestly.”

That was Henry and Evelyn’s problem. It had nothing to do with him.

“Okay, yeah,” Belch said with a nervous chuckle. He started rubbing the back of his neck. “I mean, this will all blow over, right? Patrick had his fun. He pissed Henry off, got him to explode. Now we just gotta wait for the dust to settle and things will eventually go back to normal, right? ‘Cause things will go back to normal. They have to, don’t they? There’s no way Evelyn would… She wouldn’t actually…” He broke into a confident, almost cocky laugh. “No… No way! I’ve seen Patrick pull off some crazy shit with the girls here, but Evelyn’s way too smart to fall for his bullshit. Yeah, there’s no way she’d ever…”

Silence fell around them. In it, they were both thinking the same thing:

She didn’t push his hand away.

Vic slammed his locker shut. The sound made Belch jump.

“Hey, I gotta go, man.”

“Huh?” said Belch. “But we got detention.”

“Yeah, I know. I’ll be there. I’ve just, uh… I’ve got some shit to take care of, that’s all.”

Now more than ever, Victor Criss needed to release some tension.

After throwing Belch a quick nod goodbye, Vic went down the hallway, marched straight through the junior locker area, and briefly locked eyes with the quivering, whimpering Seth McFadden.

Without breaking his stride, Vic said, “Let’s get this over with, Seth.”

#bowers gang #henry bowers #patrick hockstetter #victor criss #belch huggins #fanfic #it fanfiction #it 2017 #it stephen king #paper men #preview #fic preview #ambrossart #the wait is almost over #thank you for being so patient

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pollenallergie · 1 year ago

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i just want everyone to know that i had a dream last night where joseph quinn was playing a character in a movie set in the Arby’s Cinematic Universe (a thing that, to my knowledge, does not exist) and that reneé rapp was cancelled for taking one of those bdsm quizzes (because i guess like people found her results??? and didn’t like what they saw??? i dunno, all i remember is that pet play was part of the controversy, specifically like puppy pet play, i think).

i’m not sure what media i’ve been consuming that could make my brain come up with such outlandish, weird ass dreams, but, honestly, i blame tumblr and tik tok.

#yes i mean arby’s like the fast food chain #it was a cinematic universe… a film series created by arby’s #and there had apparently been multiple of these arby’s films prior to the one that joe was in

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dobits · 2 years ago

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beach hut confessionals: day thirty (casa day 3)

who did you share a bed with last night ? how did you sleep ?

“i shared with callie.” trying to keep a measured cool and failing, he erupts in a smile. “i slept good, it was good. after the charlene thing, i think we were both... i dunno, trying to be kinda respectful of her. between you and me though? we totally cuddled.” as if it’s the absolute most scandalous thing they could’ve done. far as he’s concerned, it kind of is.

are you getting on with any of the bombshells/originals? who’s at the top of your list?

“oh, dude, all the bombshells are, like, lifelong friends now, for sure. i can’t compare them though, damn dude, i wouldn’t say there’s a list... but, yeah, jude and naomi are my number ones. i know jude’s got a bad rap, but he’s got such a big, soppy heart, man. he really does mean well, i wish people would give the guy half a chance. and naomi, she’s, like, such a little weirdo low key. and she’s a really good friend, y’know, as long as she likes you.” there’s a long pause as angel rubs his chin, works up a begrudging thought. “it kinda sucks because... y’know, me and charlene have been super tight, but now i feel like it’s a little different...” lips purse, he inhales. “we’ll see, i’m sure it’ll be okay.”

do you see yourself starting to focus on one person or are you still exploring ?

“i’m definitely focused on her,” he nods, then his eyes flash to the camera and he smiles sheepishly. “callie, yeah. we’ve spent a lot of time just, y’know, quizzing each other about our lives and who we are and all that stuff,” he explains, talking with his hands. “i feel like we’re just kinda trying to fill each other up with our little trivia things ‘cause we know we don’t got a lotta time ‘til things get all shook up. yeah, it’s fun, i’m just really into our chats.”

how was the beer pong game ? what was most memorable about it ?

“uhhh, probably when jude and jenny cleared a fucking room?” snorted laughter, angel tips his head back. surely they can all joke about it now? “and the fact that we WON! bombshells killed it. see, they be thinkin’ we’re all sweet, but gloves come off and we decimate.” it’s all less intimidating when the words come out of a blushing, boyish smile. “and, yeah, of course my kiss.”

what was it like seeing the postcard ? what was the most shocking part of it ?

“to be honest, the dylan thing. the way naomi and callie talk about him, i really didn’t expect to see him getting cozy with somebody. it’s really lame, but i guess you don’t know the context of those pics, right?” trying his best to be optimistic, he stretches his lips in a cringe. “i dunno, i hope she can graft around and have some fun here, she deserves that.”

did the postcard change anything about your perspective moving forward ?

“nah, i mean,” he shrugs, “way i see it, that stuff is totally separate from me. it’s messy, for sure, i just hope it doesn’t make everybody, like, start acting all crazy now. it’d be kinda lame if the ogs just shamelessly rebounded without a real connection, right?”

who did you vote for the hideaway ? why ?

both palms are set against either cheek, his fingers fencing in his eyes. “i voted char,” he confesses all at once. “dude, i felt bad! what else was i gonna do? i couldn’t give jude another sophie’s choice of who to take with him, that’d scramble his brains for sure. and dante obviously doesn’t need privacy to game out. -- vote for myself? tool behavior, man. look, it was between char and stella and i felt bad, okay?”

if you could have voted for an original to go in the hideaway, who would you have voted for ?

“-- probably callie.” big, silly grin. he shrugs. “it’s not tool behavior if she gets to choose.”

#beach hut / angel #(:#crackon:prompt

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