#i mean she's also dead but hey. whatcha gonna do

[fallenclan]

Before Grassroot's death, Otterslip was tempted to just let all of Stormsight's offenses pass by. The remarks, the rumors, the arguments.. he was willing to let it all go.

Then his son was mauled by dogs, and Stormsight failed to save him. With all the herbs and medicines, Stormsight failed to save his son, who had only become a warrior so recently.

Otterslip felt something inside of him snap that day, like a spider's web brought crashing down by the simply flap of a bird's wings.

Then he overheard Stormsight talking to himself. Wondering.. how to.. reveal his late mother was a murderer. How to reveal she had been the one to kill Sunwish.

All hesitation Otterslip had vanished in that moment.

When he asked around for Stormsight the following day, he had been told by others that the medicine cat had "gone out to get herbs". Some cats told him not to be too rough on Stormsight, that he tried his very best to save Grassroot.

Otterslip paid them no mind, but he also knew not to be obvious.

So he made it look like he gave up looking for the medicine cat.

(Something inside of him told him to give up for real. To not go through with. Please, that voice screamed, don't.

Otterslip ignored it.)

When he knew the clan wasn't paying attention, they wouldn't notice his absence, he slips out. His pawsteps as quiet as can be. Scorchstar never taught him the technique Oaktuft had taught her, but he had seen her using it.

He knew how to use it. Not to her level, but he know now.

It was easy enough to find Stormsight's scent trail. The medicine cat was easy to trail behind once Otterslip found him. The warrior stayed hidden, in the bushes and greenery.

Stormsight was not looking for herbs. He was walking, talking to himself.

Talking about how to reveal Scorchstar's sin.

Otterslip felt like something was clouding his mind. Vengeance, his heart cried, vengeance. His mind cried the same thing, and so he followed Stormsight to the cliffside.

His brown fur blended well with the dirt and rock walls. His blue eyes were a hindrance, but Stormsight never heard him.

Otterslip watched as Stormsight sat at the edge of the cliffside, deep in thought.

(No, the voice deep inside cried. Don't do this.)

He began walking, pawsteps quiet.

(No, no, no, the voice cried again. You can't. Don't!)

He was far from the medicine cat, but he was picking up speed. His heart was pounding in his hearts and his jaw was clenched.

Grassroot.. mother..

(Don't let the cycle repeat, the voice inside wailed. You can't let it repeat! Be better! Please!)

Otterslip's eyes narrowed to a fierce glare as he got closer to Stormsight's back, and he turned his body a bit.

You're a disease, just like Sunwish was. If I want to protect the clan..

(Don't! the voice shouts. Don't make the same mistake!)

I need to eradicate the disease!

Otterslip squeezed his eyes shut as he rammed his side into Stormsight, causing the medicine cat to yeowl. He opened his eyes soon after and dug his claws into the cliff top, preventing him from falling down..

Just as Stormsight was falling now.

Otterslip lets out a breath, body going slack as he watches Stormsight fall to the pointed rocks below.

They lock eyes.

"OTTER-!" Stormsight tries to shout, but he falls directly onto a pointed rock. His shout turns to a gurgle as blood fills his throat.

(The cycle continues, the voice deep inside weeps.)

- 🐆

HOLY FUCK HOLY FUCK WHAT THE HELL?????

im on the floor dude. i just. whuwhwwh

blood in Stormsight's throat preventing him from speaking. just like Scorchstar. i. have no words this is so fucking good aughaghg

[batstorm93672]

Emotional Parts

Part 1 (You are here)

Part 2

Jason could've ran someone over with how he drove to the Manor. Dick messaged Jason, rather incoherent as Dick seemed to be having trouble involving Damian. Whatever happened must be serious if even Dick is having some issues. Jason opened the doors and a few steps in was soon down on the floor.

"Jason! Richard, Jason is here! Yay!"

...what the fuck..?

"Damian..?"

Damian Wayne, the most annoying stubborn kid ever, was now on top of Jason beaming with excitement. "What... what is going on with you?"

"Dames you gotta get off of him"

Damian bounced right off and smiled "Okie-dokie!" "Dick what the hell is this?!" "It's Damian" "Well yeah no shit, but I mean did he get amnesia or something? He would never do this" Jason looked at Damian, it just struck at how he looked. Damian had yellow colored eyes and a few yellow streaks of hair in the front? "What's up with you?" "Hm? Whatcha mean?" "Dick, explain"

Dick sighed "Magic, split into four parts"

"Four?"

"Yeah. Yellow can you go get the others?" Yellow saluted with a wide grin "Yes sir! I'll be back!"

Jason got up and kept staring where Yellow went upstairs "Oh my god you think you've seen everything" "Just wait until you see the others"

A few moments, Yellow leaped down the stairs skipping past five steps and landing with his arms out. Two other parts of Damian followed, one with blue eyes and blue streaks of hair. Then red eyes and red streaks of hair. "We got Yellow here, he's full of energy. There's Blue who's timid. Red who's all sorts of angry" Blue hid behind Yellow and Red crossed his arms "Tt. Great, you got dead Hood here in this too? Just what everyone needs in life" Jason narrowed his eyes and Dick had to put his hand on Jason's shoulder "Red, that's not how we talk to people"

With a huff, Red looked away with a pout "Yeah yeah. Whatever"

"You said four parts? Where's the other?" Yellow raised his hand "Green is next to you silly!" "Wh- Holy shit!" Jason jumped back, the one called Green was definitely right next to him hanging out in the shadows. "Yeah... Green is... not very talkative" "What's his deal exactly?" "He follows orders" "Oh... I see. Well what did you call me for?" "They're rowdy when together, so I asked you to help us deal with this until we find out a way to bring him back" "Babysitting different versions of Damian, how interesting" "Hah, yep"

.

Jason had spoke with Bruce on the situation before going to find Dick, passing by the living room to see Dami- Blue sitting by the fireplace alone. "Hey there" Blue flinched though he tried to not show it "Jason... hello" "What are you doing here by yourself?" "Red tried to fight me, Pennyworth said I can stay here" Blue shifted slightly away from Jason "Can I sit with you?" "Um... yeah sure" Jason watched the fire as he sat by Blue. This part of Damian... what exactly is he? He's docile, seems more afraid? As if everything is going to attack him.

"Can you... tell me about the others?"

"What do you wanna know?" "Just things you know if you'd like to share" "Well Yellow is basically a child, he's happy and always bouncing around to do something. Red is always looking for a fight whether with words or actions. Green is just quiet"

"And you?"

"I don't know, I'm just a confusing part I suppose"

"...it's okay to be scared"

Blue stared at the flames, eyes becoming wet. "Is it?"

"Yeah. I've been scared before. I know how it feels to be scared and feel like you can't do anything at times. Just hoping that something will save you or imagining a million possibilities in which this would have never happened"

"She had me killed... I'm afraid of going back there. It was scary, but I'm also afraid of myself. Am I... good enough for any of you? Or will I be replaced?"

"No, we wouldn't let that happen. You need to remember that you're a part of this family"

"...you are too"

Jason looked at Blue "Guess I can't really give advice if I'm not gonna do it myself when it applies" Blue looked right back at Jason "If I'm ever tossed aside... could I count on you as well?" "Anytime"

[tsuki-sennin]

Hey so uh... last episode, I called Tycoon an otter, and uh... not a tanuki and it's been keeping me up all night. …I mean, they're both in the Carnivora order, close enough right?

In my defense, someone I showed his design to without context called him an otter and that just sorta stayed in the back of my mind. Also, I was looking up civets on Wikipedia and I saw "Otter civet" and was like "Oh hey, Keiwa's one of those." and then just ran with it. And uh... well, I don't know if you've seen Keiwa, but you'd know I was wrong twice over!

Where were we? Oh yeah, it's game time once again!

Spoilers, I guess...

-Sara-neesan's our narrator today.

-Oh that's cute, Neon drew all her rider friends and also Morio, Daichi, and Win~!

-...Win...

-Ace-sama!

-It must be so weird to learn that the movie star you've been super into for years was (almost literally) astroturfed into existence.

-Dangerous Boys.

-...Keiwa, why're you grabbing him by the legs like that, that makes me wince.

-Little too late for that, buddy.

-"Get the ID Cores for me at once."

-Oh????

-"Somebody, not gonna name names, is a fucking bullshit cheater. Wouldn't it make you all happy to get rid of them~?"

-"So like... are you gonna cancel the show by force?"

-Y'know, good on Ziin. He's got the right idea.

-If nothing else, it'll be an explosive finale, so...

-Time to play?

-Admin privileges~!

-Oh??? Whatcha sayin' there lad?

-This is where Beroba stole everything.

-ID Core Radar!

-Girl's got tech skills.

-KEIWA HJKLH

-Keiwa, my dude, I called you an otter last episode and now you're walking around like Sasquatch. What's next, are you gonna become a frog ninja?

-Oh shit, Buffa.

-Zomboy.

-Oooooh, she's brutal!

-Tycoon appears!

-...Tycoon disappears!

-"Nice try, mongoose."

-Whoa! Not bad, Hakubi!

-Oh okay, back to Nadge-Sparrow now.

-"Wanna be my friend, fox boy?"

-"No."

-"Wrong answer."

-Oh

-Okay, Daichi's just

-Strong.

-Cores~! Besties~!

-Oh that's just unfair.

-Yeah that's totally believable, Daichi. ...though if I were to copy anyone's homework here, it'd be yours.

-Pon?

-Pon!

-Ponchicchi!

-Saracchi~!

-"This guy is a real Sussy Bakapon!"

-What do you even want again? To know everything there is to know?

-You want a Gaia Library, Berdly Deltarune?

-"That's so sweet and kind, wouldn't you agree Ponchicchi? Or should I say... GREEN GEATS!?"

-"Goodbye, Neon~! Goodbye creepy sparrow guy~! Goodbye dead body on the floor~!"

-Ohhhh, here comes Ace.

-bEEF

-Buffa sees no issue with cannibalism. ...well, being both a Jyamato and a zombie would do that to you.

-Main Dish. Fried fox meat.

-Ohhhhh

-Alliance.

-Keiwa Jumpscare

-Dinner~!

-Kekera?!??!??

-You leave my homegirl alone, Suel.

-Welp. We're no longer needed, apparently.

-"What's even the point anymore?"

-"That's easy. There is no point."

-NIRAM

-Let's goooooooo!

-Daichi's sure putting in a lot of work.

-"Obviously."

-Ah, yep! Selling them out to Buffa once again!

-You're a real nasty piece of work, Nadge-Sparrow.

-"Who're we crushing next?"

-"Oh, you know."

-Game time.

-He swept everywhere, did he?

-Buffa strikes!

-Ahhhh, fairy tales.

-A miserable man, bringing everybody else down with him. Like Kanato before him.

-This alliance is now completely and officially dead.

-"You're just playing. I'm crashing the server."

-Ohhhhhhhhhhhh.

-"Stranger."

-Oooooh

-Buffa's just showing off now.

-"You're flying far too close to the sun. Perhaps a clipped wing will bring you back down."

-Goodbye, Daichi Isuzu. You were... certainly a character and I wish you the best of luck, Dai Goto.

-Oh, he was one of the Another Den-Os in Zi-O? That's super cool actually, I didn't know that.

-"Well, this plan sucks dick."

-"Mm. Remind me to never ask you for anything again..."

-OH FUCK IT'S DUNCAN.

-Grandpa Archie's taken back Daichi.

-Ohhhhhhhhh, he's still in the game.

-WIIIIIN

-WIIIIIIIIIIIIIIN

-MY BOY

-The final arc! ...or, at least close to it.

-...damn though, we've been super sparse with upgrades and forms.

-Not that I necessarily find that a negative, mind you! I love seeing silly gimmick toys as much as the next guy, but I'm surprised with the amount of restraint Bandai seems to have this season.

-...of course, now that I say that, whatever new guy comes in is gonna have every gimmick. It's gonna be madness.

[xxxevilfilms]

Bi-Curiosity Killed The Cat: Chapter 2

Info: Stacey is invited back to Wallace’s apartment; Wallace starts to feel sparks.

Warnings: Fondling, Dirty Talk, Dead Dove Content, Dry Humping

Disclaimer: Proceed with caution as always; Wallace is hitting on a high school girl and is very unapologetic about it 🙃

It's been three days since Stacey and Wallace officially became a couple and so far, within the last 72 hours anyway, things were going pretty well. After Wallace cooked up a burger for Stacey and dumped Scott on his couch, they exchanged phone numbers and have been texting each other constantly. They mostly talked about innocuous things like video games, anime, and some gossip here and there, but it was nothing explicit which Stacey didn't mind. She was already careful not to leave her cellphone out in the open, but she didn't need her parents or her brothers opening up her phone and seeing Wallace’s 12-incher on full display in her messages. Stacey wanted to intimate to Wallace eventually that any dirty stuff should be limited to when they were physically together, whenever that'll be anyway. Maybe this weekend would be good if Scott didn't already make plans with him.

Closing and zipping up her bookbag, Stacey left class for the day and mulled over if she should head straight home to do homework or hang out with her friend Chelsea at her house to do it there. She and her brother owned a GameCube, and Stacey wanted to try it out before she pestered her parents to buy her one for her birthday. Smiling, Stacey wanted to text Chelsea to meet her in front of the school so they could walk to her house together, but as soon as she opened her phone, she saw Wallace’s name pop up on her screen and heard a jaunty tune that came with it. Stacey blinked and quickly answered the phone before placing it to her ear.

"Hello?"

"Hey."

"Hi..." She cleared her throat. "What's up?"

"You doing anything?"

"Um..." Stacey wasn't sure anymore. She really wanted to go to Chelsea's, but she also didn't mind seeing Wallace again. Quickly making up her mind, she sighed and said, "I was about to head to a friend's house actually."

"Ooh, that sounds like fun," He tittered. "Whatcha gonna do over there?"

"I was gonna try out her GameCube and stuff. Apparently it's got a bunch of games the PS2 doesn't have."

"I don't mean to ruin your plans or anything, but I gotta GameCube, too."

Stacey perked up. "R-Really?"

"Yeah, it's sitting in the box still. I actually completely forgot about it."

"Well, I didn't have anything set in stone yet, I was only thinking about going to my friend's place." She laughed a little. "I can come over."

"Really? I should straighten the place up a little then." He sounded even more chipper than he did before. "When can I expect you over?"

"Maybe an hour? I have to make some phone calls so my parents don't get nosy."

"Do you want me to pick you up?"

"N-No, no, God no. I can't have you poking your head around here..." Not yet anyway. If any students or teachers saw her leaving with a college student, rumors would spread and she'd get into a shitload of trouble. "You can drop me off at the corner of my block later. You know, if you wanna do that..."

"That's not a problem. Just tell me where to park."

"Oh okay, cool." Stacey twirled her hair a little. "I'll see you in an hour."

"Hold ya to it, babe." He chuckled and then promptly hung up.

Stacey took in a deep breath, shook away the blush blooming on her cheeks, and dialed Chelsea for a favor.

After Stacey convinced Chelsea to lie about being at her house just in case her parents checked in on her, Stacey braced the twenty minutes it took to walk to Wallace’s apartment and was welcomed inside with the smell of home cooking and a pantsless gay(?) man with a spatula in his hand. Stacey would have been taken aback by how bummy Wallace looked, but one, it was his apartment, and two, it's not like she didn't know what he was packing in there. Stacey looked away from his bright red boxer-briefs in favor of greeting him properly however.

"Hey." Stacey trudged past him and shrugged her backpack from her shoulders. "Cool if I throw this on the couch?"

"I don't care." He followed after her and promptly got in her face to pull her into him. "Told you what's mine is yours, didn't I, baby?"

"Still not used to this boyfriend/girlfriend thing, I guess..." Stacey pouted, but accepted the hug. Her head rests against his chest, and she suddenly notices how small she was compared to him. Blushing, Stacey slowly pulls away and makes her way to the couch to toss her bag on a cushion before sitting down herself. Wallace chortles, which Stacey tries to ignore by asking him where his GameCube is.

"You didn't lie to me, right?" She raised a brow. "Where are the goods?"

“ Do you really think I'd lure you here with promises of video games just so I can taste that sweet, sweet teen cunny again?” Wallace placed a hand over his heart in fake revulsion.

Stacey could only frown.

“Yes, actually.” She said plainly. “Yes, I do.”

“Gasp! How appalling! I'd at least make you dinner first.”

“You're a creep, you know that?”

“And you're sexy,” He clicked his teeth at her. “Yeah, yeah, I still got the thing. I swear, you can kill someone with those eyes, hun.”

“Hmph...” Stacey said nothing and only watched Wallace retreat down the hall to go into his room. This guy was seriously so weird; how the hell does Scott meet these people?

“By the way, do you like spaghetti?” He asked from his room.

“Yeah, Scott makes it all the time.”

“Told you I'd make you some dinner,” He emerged from the hall with a GameCube box in hand. “Help yourself, hun. Once I'm done here I'll fix you a plate, okay?”

“Thanks...” Stacey nodded and watched Wallace set the GameCube at her feet before walking back to the kitchen to finish cooking.

He may be a creep, but at least he was a thoughtful creep.

It's been three days since Wallace and Stacey officially became a couple and so far, within the last 72 hours, things were going pretty great.

After cooking dinner, Wallace helped himself to some spaghetti and garlic bread while Stacey only nibbled at her own plate as she was too engrossed in the game she was playing to eat all of her food. It was Resident Evil 4, a game he had laying around and didn't have the chance to play, much like his GameCube. Watching Stacey mow down zombies with the most determined look on her face was adorable and reminded Wallace of Scott. They were complete opposites in terms of personality and maturity levels, but they looked almost exactly the same; a trait that made them look super cute when he saw them together.

Wallace sat behind Stacey on the couch, the younger girl perched in his lap as he watched the TV screen over her head. At first she was a bit shy to sit between his legs since she worried she'd be too heavy for him, but Wallace reassured her that it was okay. He wanted to be close to her, smell the perfume on her neck and the conditioner in her hair. Never has he felt so strongly for a girl before, but here he was basking in the warmth of a girly little tomboy who looked too much like her brother. It was definitely her resemblance to Scott that got Wallace’s attention initially, but her attitude was what kept it; he liked snarky bitches who knew what they wanted.

Wallace catches a whiff of her hair again before settling back into the couch, cock twitching when Stacey squirmed around a little in his lap. She was too focused on the zombies on the screen to notice and shifted again to get comfortable, a soft roll of her wide hips that made Wallace purr. He noticed rather quickly that he liked her ass. It was big, fat, and round, and since Stacey had a lot more ass to go around compared to the men he's used to fucking, Wallace loved playing with it.

“Shit, this game is hard...” Stacey cursed, her wriggling hips doing wonderful things to Wallace’s dick. “It's really fun though. You should give it a go if I die here.”

“I'm having lots of fun, hun, don't worry...” Wallace caressed Stacey's hips and gave her a wry smirk she couldn't see. “Keep at it, I'm fine just watching you.”

“You sure? It's your game after all--”

Wallace rolled his hips up into Stacey's tight ass then, the force behind his thrust making Stacey's words catch in her throat. Wallace chuckled under his breath and did it once more, watching the bulge in his boxers rise to life before it's smothered by the heat of Stacey's rear. He knew it wouldn't take long for Stacey to notice his arousal, but he didn't wanna spoil her fun just yet. With sneaky hands and parting lips, Wallace helps himself to his new girlfriend's body while she plays with her game, mouth catching the lobe of her ear as he smooths open palms over her big thighs. She flinches and winds up taking a shovel to the head by a rampaging villager as a result.

“T-Thanks for that...” Stacey huffed.

“Don't let me distract you. Told you I'm fine with just watching...”

“It's hard to focus when you're...!” Her breath hitches then. Wallace’s hands wandered to the crotch of her jeans, touching her where he wanted her most. He likes how she tastes and wonders if she'd want it again, if she'd wanna a few fingers to fill her up this time. Wallace never thought he'd like pussy, but after savoring Stacey's pretty cunt for the first time, Wallace was addicted. Maybe that's what he'll do before he lets her go, eat her out while he humps her face with his cock, but Wallace is fine with this. Grinding and biting like a horny high schooler was bringing back delicious memories of doing the same thing to curious jocks desperate for a fuck, except this time it's with a sixteen year old girl and not some jar head with a complex. Wallace thinks that the irony is funny and plays with the button to Stacey's jeans to get what he wants.

“Wallace...” Stacey moaned.

“Keep playing your game, baby,” He whispered into her ear. “So good for me, aren't you, pretty girl?”

He felt her shiver like a leaf and her body relax when he managed to unbutton her jeans and pull down her fly. He then made her raise her hips a little so he can pull them down, leaving her lower half naked save for a pair of striped panties that covered her fat ass. Wallace whistles at the sight and helps himself to his little girlfriend's body by taking two handfuls of her rear in both hands. He squeezes and grinds himself between the fat and flesh of her partially covered backside as he sucked longingly on the side of her neck. Stacey's hands shake and she winds up pausing her game to sink back into Wallace’s chest, her eyes closed shut and body shaking as she lets Wallace touch all over breasts and stomach.

“It's so cute how you just melt in my hands, hun, christ...” Wallace simpered. “Been waiting for someone to touch you like this, huh? Treat you like they own you?” He gropes her breasts hard and firm then, spreading long fingers over heavy flesh to knead them together. “I swear, it's like you were made for taking cock.”

“N-No, it's...not like...” Stacey gasped, the girl putty in his hands when he bites into her neck, leaving a bright red hickey that is quick to bloom on her skin.

“I think it is, baby. I think you want me to fuck you.” He grinds harder into her ass and huffs. “I think you want me to fuck that little pussy.” He kisses her neck and gently worries her skin with his teeth. “I bet it's all nice and wet, so tight and pretty just like you, yeah?”

Stacey whimpers as she covers her face, flustered and falling apart at Wallace’s words. She was shy, inexperienced, and impossibly virginal. The littlest touch and the simplest words were enough to set her off and Wallace liked seeing her face when she's ready to come.

“Don't hide from me, honey.” Wallace moved a hand away from her face and kissed her cheek. “I wanna see you.”

Stacey stiffens and at first resists the pull on her wrist, but eventually relents. Wallace kisses her again as a reward for her compliance and holds her in such a way that she has to twist her body around to face him. She does just that and looks up into Wallace’s eyes with the sweetest look on her face, plaintive and wanting like an eager kitten.

God, these Pilgrims will be the death of him.

“So much for letting you play your game.” Wallace cups her cheek and strokes the skin beneath her eye with a thumb. “Wanna play with me instead?”

“Depends...” Stacey shifts her weight and leans into his touch before giving him a heart stopping smirk. “Can I take it with me when I go home?”

“Cute...” Wallace’s smile matches her own. “Yeah, why not, hun?”

Stacey regards him for a time before craning her neck to kiss him. It's sweet and innocent, it's chasteness only wavering when he feels her tongue sheepishly poke at his lips. Wallace opens his mouth and encourages her to explore, take the lead as it were, which the young teen does without much hesitance. Her tongue is small, so much smaller than a man's, almost like he's swallowing a worm. It leaves lingering tingles on his flesh that makes him shiver, like popping sparks that go off in his mouth.

Sparks...

He hadn't felt sparks in a while before meeting her.

Wallace takes Stacey into his arms and eagerly returns her kiss with gusto as he moans into her mouth. Like a good boyfriend, he doesn't go to far and fucks her through their underwear like they did days prior. Stacey is fine with that and grinds back down, hands wandering over his shoulders and chest as she quickly gave into him. Her pussy clenches and convulses when she eventually comes, her cunt leaving a noticeable wet spot in her panties that seeps into his boxers. Wallace doesn't care though and creams in his own underwear when he reaches his limit, gasping and grunting into Stacey's mouth as his nails dig into the skin of her ass. Stacey flinches but doesn't move, only pulling away from Wallace when she has to breathe. Wallace’s head follows her however so he can kiss her chin and then her nose before collapsing back on the couch to catch his breath while Stacey lays her heat-stricken head against Wallace’s chest. There's silence save for the hum of the television set and the wind outside, but it's a comforting silence, almost ethereal in a way. He could fall asleep here if it weren't for the jizz in his boxers and if he didn't have to drop Stacey off later.

“It's dangerous to be around you...” Stacey sighed. “To think I'm having dry hump sessions with you of all people.”

“Hey, I'm surprised, too. All this kinda snuck up on me.” He chuckled. “There’s a certain charm you and Scott have that just pulls me in.”

“Pfft, like what?”

“Good question...” He hummed in contemplation then before shrugging it off. “Eh, but who the hell knows? I'm just addicted to you Pilgrims, ya know?”

“You're so weird...” Stacey frowned when Wallace rubbed his face against her own. “But it's...it's a nice kinda weird. Like ice cream on a cold day.”

“If I didn't know any better, I'd say you're calling me an icy bitch.” He joked.

“No,” Stacey lifted her head and laughed. “I'm saying that I like ice cream.” She teased. “Even if that ice cream melts and sticks to my hand like glue when I touch it.”

“You're making me out to be some dirty old man.”

“Maybe cuz that's what you are, a dirty old geezer who can't control himself around girls... Or should I say boys?”

“Boys, but....”

“But...?”

“You're pretty boyish, so that counts for something, don't it?”

Stacey pinched Wallace’s cheek then. It barely hurt and only made him laugh which made Stacey laugh, too. The sparks ignite and go off like fireworks except in his soul this time and not in his mouth or loins. Wallace briefly wonders if Stacey feels the same way and if the sparks will last, but in this moment as he enjoys the company of his best friend's little sister, Wallace feels at peace.

Happy.

Fucking hell, he thought to himself. What did he get himself into?

[sanctum-of-ramshackle]

It’s Play Time!

[TWST AU]: An MC/Yuu from the Indie Horror Game, Poppy Playtime.

[Synopsis]: In this timeline, a special little toy takes on an adventure through Twisted Wonderland.

Gender Neutral MC/Yuu (They/Them)

[(A/N)]: I saw someone mentioned the game mixed with an MC/Yuu. I’m writing my own interpretation as an AU and basing some from theory videos on YouTube. Credits goes to the anon on @/twistedoverbloat’s blog.

Back in their world, MC/Yuu was one of many researchers and other scientists working for Playtime Co.’s founder/creator/CEO, Elliot Ludwig.

They had an accident at the lab, causing them to be unconscious. MC/Yuu should have be taken to the hospital, but Ludwig and everyone decided to use their body for experiments; turning into a living toy as the size of Poppy.

This pushed them off the edge and decided to escape the lab so they can turn themselves in to the police and hopefully an investigation starts and prevent more experiments.

Then one day at the factory, Experiment 1006 escaped and caused a massacre. Since then, the factory was left abandoned with haunting memories.

After decades of being trapped within the factory’s walls, PP!MC/Yuu roamed through the halls, avoiding the other experiments as they’re on the loose. (They can also recognize them as one of the people working on the toys.) Of course they missed a step and fell into the abyss.

Waking up, they found themselves trapped in a coffin until Grim blows open the lid. They both scared each other.

“Unbelievable. An actual talking cat.”

“Who ya callin’ a cat, doll-face?!”

“Hey! It’s not my fault I got stuck in this body! I never ask for it!”

Then Crowley came to find the missing students. PP!MC/Yuu and Grim hid behind the coffin, waited for “that strange bird-man” to leave.

After he leaves, the two decided to follow him.

They were led to the a room filled with people in dark cloaks.

Just as Crowley was informing the Dark Mirror about the absent student, PP!MC/Yuu decides to speaks up.

“Excuse me! I think you’re looking for either one of us.”

Everyone looks down at the living toy.

“I know what you’re thinking. It seems weird to witness a living child’s toy and to be honest, I don’t know how you will react to me standing before you.”

Dead silence. Not a word spoken until Crowley breaks the tension.

“Are you supposed to be the missing student?”

“A student? I already graduated from my university. Honestly, where am I and how I got here?”

After the dorm sorting ceremony, Crowley kept asking PP!MC/Yuu with more questions.

“You’re telling me, I’m stuck in this world filled with magic? Like real magic?”

“Well, Night Raven College is one of the most prestigious academies in Twisted Wonderland.”

“…So like H*gw*arts?”

“What?”

Then after the misunderstanding is cleared up, Crowley “promised” to find their way back home. Until then, it seems PP!MC/Yuu has to stay in the Ramshackle dorm and might as well find a way to survive attending NRC.

Bonus: PP!MC/Yuu wants to keep Grim by their side as a student too because…

PP!MC/Yuu: He has nowhere else to go. Pleeeease let him stay. *Activates big teary puppy eyes*

Crowley: *Can’t resist the eyes* Fine, fine! That raccoon will stay.

PP!MC/Yuu: Alright!

Grim: Again, I’m not a raccoon!

[Main Street]

Ace: *Laughing at PP!MC/Yuu* You’re so small!

PP!MC/Yuu: *Kicks his shin hard*

Ace: Ow! Whatcha do that for?

PP!MC/Yuu: Just because I’m small doesn’t mean I can kick shit.

[Cafeteria]

[PP!MC/Yuu was telling stories of their old life.]

PP!MC/Yuu: I was an 90s kid. I remember one toy that gave me the creeps. Her huge hyper-realism eyes and stretchy limbs. Oh god, she’s nightmare fuel. When I started working at the company’s labs, my instincts were right after seeing the living being of childhood trauma.

Grim: Are ya gonna eat that? *Points at their food*

PP!MC/Yuu: You can have it. I don’t have to eat to survive as my digestive system is wired differently.

Deuce: So you never tried leaving your workplace?

PP!MC/Yuu: I have, but they caught me every single time. The final attempt was on the day one experiment escaped. I’ll never forget the screams of the co-workers.

Ace: *Lost his appetite* Did you have to tell these stories during lunch?

PP!MC/Yuu: *Shrugs* You were curious about my life before coming here, so yeah.

[Alchemy Class]

PP!MC/Yuu: *Brews the exact potion*

Crewel: Good job, puppy. You brew the correct potion for today’s assignment.

PP!MC/Yuu: Oh, it’s nothing. I was a researcher back home so it was easy to start. Especially familiarizing herbs.

Grim: Yahoo! We did it! *His tail swished accidentally knocks them off*

PP!MC/Yuu: AHH-! *Falls into the cauldron*

Crewel: *Sighs* I will start brewing a reversal potion.

[In the hallways]

PP!MC/Yuu: Listen here you…I can’t talk like this. Can someone pick me up?

Jack: *Lifts up PP!MC/Yuu to meet Sebek’s eye level*

PP!MC/Yuu: Thank you, Jack. Now listen here, you offensive cabbage-head!

Sebek: *Offended by the nickname* EXCUSE ME?!

[P.E.]

PP!MC/Yuu: Magic broomsticks? It’s one of many things I wished for as a kid.

Epel: Hop on. I’ll show you the tricks to riding one.

PP!MC/Yuu: Okay!

[Minutes later]

Epel: *Lands back on the field* How’d like your first ride?

PP!MC/Yuu: *Clenching onto Epel’s shoulders* NEVER FLY ME UP THERE AGAIN!

Epel: HUH?!

[Mini Lore: They discovered flying on magic broomsticks is not as fun as what H*rry P*tter did back in H*gw*arts.]

[Botanical Garden]

PP!MC/Yuu: *Walking by*

[Then PP!MC/Yuu hears a sounds of a crying child. They walked faster to find the source and sees the kid sitting on a bench bawling his eyes out.]

PP!MC/Yuu: *Walks towards the child and looks up* Hey, little one. Are you okay?

Cheka: *Sniffs and looks down* Hm?

PP!MC/Yuu: ‘It seems he’s calming down.’ I’m MC/Yuu. You look very sad. Tell me why you’re crying and maybe I can help you.

Cheka: *SNIFFS* I-I got lost and can’t find Oji-tan… *Tearing up again*

PP!MC/Yuu: ‘Oji-tan?’ Oh! Don’t cry anymore, little one. I see you’re looking for someone. Could you tell me who is the person you’re supposed to be with? Like hair color, eye color, or other features.

Cheka: My Oji-tan is tall, green eyes and has dark long hair.

PP!MC/Yuu: Leona? You’re looking for him. I think I know where he is.

Cheka: *Wipes his tears* Really?

PP!MC/Yuu: Of course!

Cheka: *Grabs PP!MC/Yuu and runs off to find his Oji-tan*

PP!MC/Yuu: Whoa! Wait!

Cheka: We are coming, Oji-tan!

[An hour later]

PP!MC/Yuu: Leona! How could you leave your nephew behind?

Leona: Oh, hey.

PP!MC/Yuu: Cheka was lost around the school and I was the one who found him. I mean where are his parents or some guardian?

Leona: Cheka wanted to see me.

PP!MC/Yuu: Okay, then where’s the responsible adult?

Leona: You.

PP!MC/Yuu: What?

Leona: You found him and since you claimed to be an adult. You’re looking out for him.

PP!MC/Yuu: *Grits their teeth in anger* Leona…

Cheka: Then can I play with you?

PP!MC/Yuu: Now wait a minute-

Leona: Of course you can. After all, they’re fun to play with.

Cheka: YEAH!

PP!MC/Yuu: LEONA!!!

[Then Cheka proceeds to play with PP!MC/Yuu during his stay. PP!MC/Yuu just thinks of bashing Leona with a toy hammer.]

[Heartstabyul]

PP!MC/Yuu: Back in my time, there wasn’t any smartphones or tablets you guys have now. I had a Nokia and other pagers for my old job. Now, ever since Crowley gave me a phone when Holiday Break started, I’m still unfamiliar with the technology.

Cater: Aww. Are you asking Cay-kun for his help?

PP!MC/Yuu: Yes, please. I only know how to texts others and I need to catch up.

Cater: Of course! I’ll show you everything you need for your phone. You can ask me anything.

PP!MC/Yuu: Alright, quick question. What is “IDGAF”? Ace texted those letters in a group chat he created for the first years.

Cater: Oh! That’s a bad phrase you don’t want to know.

PP!MC/Yuu: Cater, I’m an adult trapped in a toy’s body. What is it?

Cater: I don’t give a fuck.

PP!MC/Yuu: …Well, that was rude.

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[malleux]

PART THREE PART THREE PART THREE

spell [3]. | corpse husband

part one ; part two

-> Pairing: Corpse Husband x Fem!Reader

-> Genre: Fluff

-> Warnings: Anxiety, Self Doubt, Cursing, Hate Comments

-> A/N: here’s the long awaited part three! it’s definitely longer than the last chapters, but genuinely thank you all for 300 followers in literally 4 days lol. also, i wrote this under the small assumption that corpse’s main love language is physical touch!

corpse husband taglist is closed!

You didn’t realize that it was possible to shake so much. You were practically panicking- just from standing in front of an apartment door, ready to knock and meet the man who changed your life.

You’d woken up this morning bright and early. The Facetime call was still on with Corpse and small snores could be heard from his line. You had prayed that he’d gotten at least more than an hour, but doubted it as you hung up and sent a message about when you’d be leaving.

Corpse soon messaged back saying that he was awake as you finally finished packing- you’d stopped last night when he called- so you got in your car and drove the two hours it took to get to San Diego.

So now you stood in front of his apartment, practically trembling. Why you were so anxious, you didn’t know. You’d been talking to him for how long now? And it was never awkward.

But things could easily change when you met him in real life, couldn’t they?

You shook those thoughts out of your head and mustered up enough courage to knock on Corpse’s door, already becoming out of breath from such a simple gesture.

A crash sounded from in the apartment, followed by a small ‘fuck’ that made your heart flip. Soon after, the door opened and you looked up, finally coming eye to eye with him. You couldn’t help the grin that stretched across your face, mirroring his own as he smiled at you as well.

“Hi.” You internally smacked yourself for not saying more, but that’s truly all that could come out of your mouth at the moment.

“Hey. You’re uh- you’re so much prettier in real life.” Corpse responded, looking nearly everywhere but you.

You flushed. “And you’re super attractive, but I already suspected that.”

You could tell he was taken aback by your compliment because he suddenly became even more shy, silently moving out of the doorway and gesturing for you to enter.

“I’m going to film again with everyone in a few minutes, but first I can show you my bedroom so you can make yourself comfortable.” Corpse said after he closed the door. “You can sleep in there and I’ll stay on the couch-“

“Absolutely not.” You interjected, “I’m not kicking you out of your bed.”

“But you’re the guest and I’m not about to let you sleep on my couch.”

“And you’re the owner of this apartment and I’m not going to take over your space like that. I’m sleeping on the couch.”

Corpse groaned and reached his arm out towards you. You thought he was going to just shove your shoulder away for being stubborn, but instead he wrapped his arm completely around your shoulders, pulling you into his side as a hug. You grinned and turned, giving him a full hug and resting your cheek against his chest as his chin laid on your head.

“I’m for real glad you came to visit.” He murmured into your hair, squeezing you a bit tighter before letting go. “Do you wanna stream with me tonight or just chill and watch?”

꧁꧂

“Corpse is streaming Among Us again with Sean, Felix, Rae, Sykkuno, Dave, and Leslie!”

“Where’s Y/N? I miss #CorpseY/N !!”

Twitter was truly your go-to platform when you were bored. You’d been scrolling on it for about thirty minutes now, laying on a small couch that Corpse had in his gaming room.

The man himself was sitting across the room at his desk, talking loudly as he defended himself from being accused as Imposter.

You continued to scroll, feeling a little anxious that somehow Corpse just magically knew that you were looking through your ship tag with him. These were your only worried thoughts until you went past your first… unsavory comment of the day.

“Y/N isn’t playing with them again today. Maybe she finally got the hint that they don’t want her around.”

You rolled your eyes and ignored it, but couldn’t help the rather loud sigh that escaped your lips.

“Hey, guys, I’m going to mute the mic for a second. Everything’s good, don’t worry.” Corpse said into his mic before turning around and facing you. “Is everything okay?”

Turning the phone off and laying it on your chest, you contemplated telling Corpse the truth. He’d just worry about you and you didn’t want that. But he already was worried about you- he’d muted Among Us just to check on you.

“Why are people so mean to others?”

Corpse studied you for a minute before patting his lap. “Come here.”

You quirked an eyebrow. “Excuse me?”

“You're excused. Now come here.”

You stood up and cautiously walked towards the man, who sat before you expectantly. He playfully rolled his eyes and grabbed your wrist, pulling you into his lap sideways. Your back rested against one arm of his gaming chair while your legs draped across the other.

Corpse had one arm reaching around your back, placing his fingers on the keyboard while the other rested on top of your knees, grabbing the computer mouse. You laid your head on Corpse’s shoulder, resting in the crook of his neck.

“It’s in that shipping hashtag, isn’t it? I swear- whoever says that shit about you is dead wrong. Tell me if it gets worse, I’ll put them back in their fucking place. Nobody gets to decide who I’m with or who’s worthy of me.”

You only nodded and closed your eyes, breathing in Corpse’s cologne as he unmuted his mic once more to defend his honor, much like he was ready to defend you.

꧁꧂

Your body ached.

As you had argued your first day with Corpse, you’d been sleeping on his couch for four days now. The first night was okay- his couch was rather comfortable, but it didn’t compare to a bed. Now, your back, shoulders, and neck were killing you.

Every day, 7am would roll around and you would wake up, the soreness preventing you from sleeping in longer.

Usually, you would go into Corpse’s room and talk to him as he messed around on his laptop while sitting in his bed, but today when you entered, he was finally sleeping. It was the first time you’d seen him rest since you’d arrived and you quietly left, not wanting to disturb his much-needed sleep.

You made your way to his small kitchen, pulling out the few groceries that he had in his refrigerator to make breakfast.

Corpse often ate fast foods and takeout, and apologized earlier in the week for not having much to eat. You reassured him that it was okay- that him just letting you visit was enough- and now, you were determined to make it up to him with the best breakfast in bed ever.

You were halfway through making breakfast when the soft thump of feet echoed in the doorway before a chin planted itself on your shoulder.

“Whatcha cookin?” You practically shuddered at Corpse’s morning voice before suddenly gasping and shoving him out of the kitchen.

“No! No!” You pushed him back to his room, “Stay! Go back to bed, now!”

Right as you turned to go back to the kitchen, Corpse caught your wrist and pulled you down onto the bed with him. You practically squealed as you fell, making him laugh.

“Why? What’s going on?” He turned to face you with a teasing smile.

“I was making you breakfast in bed! I was gonna surprise you when you woke up, but you ruined it.” You pouted.

“Aw, poor baby.” His hand reached up and brushed a stray hair out of your face before he traced down your jawline, reaching your chin and using his finger to tilt it up. “I think I’ve got a better surprise, though.”

You quirked an eyebrow, but before you could say anything his lips were on yours. Your heart stopped, but you almost immediately melted into his kiss, bringing your own hand up to cup his cheek while his moved to rest on your waist.

Corpse soon propped himself up on his elbow, never once leaving your lips- just deepening the kiss. He smiled and gave you a few more pecks before finally pulling away and looking at you in adoration.

“Those little hate comments? They’re wrong. If anything, I don’t deserve you. You’ve still got me under a little spell and I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

“Corpse, you deserve the world and I’d be honored to be the one to give it to you.”

“God, you’re perfect for me.”

You couldn’t say anything else. You could only lay beneath him, admiring the man who was now yours. Corpse leaned down again to capture you in another kiss, but you suddenly jerked away before you could lose yourself again.

“Shit, the pancakes!”

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[packetofsuga]

Kiss of Death - Corpse Fic

Prompt: “He’s a bad kisser” 

Backstory: Y/N is a streamer and secretly dating Corpse, not even their friends know. Other than Dave, of course. They’re playing proximity chat among us with Valkyrae, Toast, Sykkuno, Pewdiepie, JackSepticeye, Pokimane, Ludwig, and Dave (boyinaband). 

Genre: Fluff + humor 

Content warning: Light swearing

Word Count: 1631

A/N: Okay. First of all, writing an author’s note really threw me back to my Wattpad days but, anyway. I just wanna say feel free to send little prompt requests in my ask box for fics. I won’t write smut, I know I have for kpop artists in the past and I may write smut again in the future but for now, it’s a hard no for all fics. I will write mainly for Corpse Husband, Valkyrae, BTS, and Dream Catcher. Possibly other YouTubers or kpop groups just ask and I’ll let you know! I also will write for some book fandoms, I can’t list all of them so again just ask, please. I’ll get to requests whenever I can so please be patient while waiting. 

Until then please enjoy the random prompts I’ve found that I thought would be cute :) 

Disclaimer: this is a work of fiction

You were playing among us with your friends and your boyfriend, as usual. The only difference was you were using the proximity chat mod which you had never done before. Because you guys were using that mod every time Corpse got imposter he was doing his “kiss of death” thing. 

As you loaded into the game you saw the word crewmate pop up on your screen. Everyone started joking about being a crewmate or imposter and you chuckled to yourself. “I am just a crewmate doing crewmate things. I am doing keys, because I am just a crewmate.” You stated while walking over to the keys task, knowing that you don’t even have keys this round. 

“Y/N’s faking keyyysss.” Poki called. 

“She’s just reminding everyone to fake keys, guys, everyone fake keys right now,” Sean said, moving his character on top of yours in front of keys. The was a chorus of agreements as almost everyone did the same. Once that was done you split off from the group. 

“Guys… I think it’s Poki, she didn’t fake keys.” You said to your chat, laughing to yourself. You went around doing your tasks. You came across Sykkuno in O2, “Hey Sykkuno, whatcha doing?”

He paused in the doorway of the tree room, “Oh! hi Y/N. I’m uh just doing my tasks.” 

You cleared the trash shoot, “Oh yeah? Just a crewmate doing crewmate things?” 

Sykkuno giggled, “Uh, yep. Just doing crewmate things. Hey, you- you wanna stand on this vent with me?” 

You hesitated, knowing there’s absolutely no way for you to figure out if Sykkuno is just being himself or is actually the imposter, “I- You know what yes I would love to Sykkuno.” You walked into the tree room.

“Oh- really? That… Was very enthusiastic.” The two of you walked onto the vent by the tree, stacking on top of each other, “You’re not the imposter, right? You’re not gonna kill me. 

“Oh, of course not, Sykkuno. I mean, you know, maybe.” You love making yourself look extra suspicious to him because that’s how he plays, “Here. I’ll click the spot where the kill button is and we’ll see what happens, okay?” 

“Oh, Jesus-” He gasped. 

You clicked the spot on the screen, “Hear me clicking?” You both laughed.

“Uh yeah I do, that means it can’t be you huh?” He said, “Here I’ll do it too.”  

You yelped a little as the body reported screen came up, scaring you. 

“I thought I just fucking died.” You said, trying to calm your breathing.

“Honestly, me too.” Sykkuno said, “There’s so many people dead.” 

Poki reported the body and the screen showed that Toast, Sean, and Dave were dead, “So Rae and I just walked up on Toast’s body. And I don’t think it’s Rae, I’ve been with her for a good chunk of this round.” 

“Soo it could be both of you.” You pointed out. 

“Why are you susing me right now??” Poki exclaimed. 

“You didn’t fake keys!” You yelled. 

“She’s right!” Pewds yelled, remembering that from the beginning of the round, “What the fuck, Poki?” 

Corpse laughed, “That’s a little sus Imane.” 

Poki laughed, “I can’t believe I’m getting sussed cause I didn’t fake a task.” 

“Anyways, I think it’s Rae and Poki. It definitely couldn’t have been Sykkuno, we were chilling on a vent.” You stated. Corpse hummed to himself. 

Sykkuno vouched for you, “Yep that’s true. And we did a foolproof test so it’s not either of us.” 

“What was the test?” Lud asked 

“Well, we both clicked the kill button and neither of us are dead, so.” Sykkuno pointed out. 

“You clicked the kill button?” Rae asked, “Wait, so you’re both imposters? You clearly can’t kill each other if you’re imposters.” 

You sighed, “I don’t know why Sykkuno had to say it like that but we clicked where the kill button should’ve been and nothing happened. So it’s not us.” 

“So there’s two pairs.” Corpse mused to himself. 

Pewds brought his mic really close to his mouth, “Get ‘em out of here.” 

You yelled over him, “Hold on hold on, it’s seven we can’t vote on seven. Kind of sus that you’re pushing to vote on seven.” 

“I’m not sus you’re sus.” He declared.

“Let’s skip, I’m gonna stay with Sykkuno and protect him.” Lud announced as the ‘I voted’ sticker popped up next to his name. Everyone started voting to skip. 

“If Ludwig dies it’s Sykkuno.” Pewds concluded as the timer ran out. 

“What???” Sykkuno wailed. You quickly ran to go to Lab on your own, afraid of Rae and Poki. 

Rae walked behind you into Lab, “ Ahhh- Hi please don’t kill me.” 

“No no no I would never,” Rae said, making her voice sound sarcastic on purpose as you guys walked into decontamination. You started to scream dramatically. 

“Heeeeeeelp. Heeeeellppp! She’s gonna kill me.” You pushed your character into the door to specimen, desperately waiting for it to open.  Once it finally did you rushed down into specimen and she ran after you. You ran around specimen with her chasing after you.

“Stop running. Y/N. Y/N! Hey- Stop running!” She yelled after you.

“Nooooo.” Corpse walked into specimen from the bottom and stood off to the side watching the two of you, “Coooorpse, protect me.” You yelled. He moved his character between you and Rae. 

“Yeah, uh, of course. I’ll protect you don’t worry.” He said. Rae stopped in front of him. 

“I said I wasn’t gonna kill you Y/N.” She insisted. 

You fake cried a little, “You didn’t say you couldn’t kill me though! Corpse, please. Wait-” You realized Corpse could 100% be the imposter right now, “Corpse… It’s not you is it?” 

“No no, I’m gonna protect you.” He promised. 

“....Does that mean it’s you but you’re gonna kill Rae to protect me?” You asked. They both laughed and Rae backed away from Corpse. 

“She knows too much Corpse, she knows too much!” Rae yelled. You started to scream for help again and run around. 

“Hey hey hey, relax.” Corpse said, following you. You ran towards bottom decontamination, getting stuck at the door again, “Don’t worry. Y/N, shhh. It’s okay, just-” He made a smooching noise and the kill animation popped up on your screen. 

You let out a shriek. “I can’t believe- Well, hi chat.” You giggled and started reading the chat again, “‘You got a kiss from Corpse, how do you feel?’ He’s a really bad kisser, guys. I mean it, did you see that? He kissed me and then STABBED me. An awful kisser.” You shook your head. A body was reported and the meeting screen popped up. They discussed yours and Poki’s death Corpse and Rae vouching for each other and Lud and Sykkuno vouching for each other, leaving Pewds the only one without an alibi and got him voted out. The defeat scream popped up showing Rae and Corpse as the imposters. 

Corpse POV

Before joining the lobby again he decided to read chat for a second and talk to his fans. “I’m sorry I can’t really look at chat that much while we’re doing this mod it’s just hard cause everyone can hear you, you know.” He read through the recent super-chats, thanking people as he went. He quickly scanned the rest of the chat. People were spamming that Y/N had called him a bad kisser, “Wait- she- Y/N said what??” He joined the lobby, “Y/N what the fuck?” 

“What’d I do??” Y/N questioned.

“Did you really tell your chat I’m a bad kisser? Why are you lyyyying?”  

“I-” The whole group started gasping and talking over each other, “I meant in the game! You- everyone shut up oh my god please-” 

“Okay okay okay, let her talk guys. Try and talk your way out of this Y/N.” Corpse chuckled. 

“Okay, before I get myself into a scandal. In-game, before you killed me, you gave me a little kiss. Then my chat was like how do you feel and I was like you know what, that was an awful kiss I died from it.” 

“Ohhh, that makes sense.” Corpse said. 

“Wait!” Rae interrupted, “What else would she have to go off of other than in-game?…” There was a long silence. 

Corpse was the one to break the silence. “You know what, gamer bladder. Bathroom break.” Everyone laughed and reluctantly agreed. 

Y/N POV

You tried to stay calm and talk to your chat about any other topic but your chat was going insane speculating about you and Corpse. 

Corpse came into the room and you quickly held up one finger off-camera to tell him to wait a second. 

“Uh, hold on just a second guys.” You muted your headphones and took them off. You started to work on turning your webcam off but he reached over and grabbed the arm of your chair, rolling it towards him. 

You squealed, “Corpse! What are you doing?”

“I’m a bad kisser, huh? I’m a bad kisser?” He started peppering your face with kisses. You giggled. He planted his hands on the armrests of your chair, practically trapping you in place. He raised an eyebrow at you, a smirk plastered on his lips, “Hmm?” 

You cupped his face and kissed him. He started to pull you closer to him but you pulled back, “No, you’re not a bad kisser, baby. You’re the best kisser.” He kissed you again and then went back to his filming room. You slid your chair back to your computer, pretending as if nothing happened. You put your headphones back on and scanned the chat. There were a couple of people being like we saw that hand but you ignored it and continued playing.

[peydawgz]

May I request a FS nsfw female!reader x Avocato fic where the reader wants to have a baby with him after Lil Cato talked about wanting a sibling and lets Avocato f*ck her til she's full of his seed? Can you also include some dirty talk and daddy kink? Thank you so much.

ooooo something spicy! ofc! (i also added a little bit of *angst* yayyy)

also don't ask for a timeframe, i don't really know either? Everyone's just kinda there on the ship yee. we're just gonna pretend that this is s2 maybe? lil cato still accepts avocato as his father.

boiii that just made me want to write a possible part 2 for this placed in s3 where lil cato finds out about his dad- and he's got a baby sister

|| NSFW Avocato x female!Reader

The day had started as usual, waking up next to Avocato who was still asleep next to you. When he was asleep, he looked so much... calmer. His ears were flat down, and he laid on his side, you on your back, and him holding you around your waist. He was making biscuits in his sleep, his hands massaging your sides. You only laid there for about five minutes before you couldn't take the cuteness anymore- his little whiskers were twitching!

You press a kiss to his soft pink nose and nuzzle your head into the fur of his neck. Avocato isn't the deepest sleeper, so he snapped awake pretty quickly, holding you close and mumbling, "Well good morning."

You two sleepily got up and stretched, got dressed, and went to see what Quinn had prepared for breakfast. Lil Cato was sitting on a countertop, playing a handheld video game intensely. Personally, you thought he was a very good kid, skilled in fighting, and you adored his enthusiasm about everything. Lil Cato hadn't been too fond of you at first, but that's just how kids are when their parents start dating again you assumed, and so you gave him time to warm up. When he found out you were pretty good at video games, he got interested and started to trust you more. "I'm not calling you mom, though." He had grumbled at first, but now? He settled into calling you "Madre", because it sounds like "padre"-meaning friend, but also means "mother" and he could work with that. You'd been with Avocato for awhile now, through thick and thin, and you had almost adopted Lil Cato as your own.

You walked into the kitchen of the ship, ruffling the blue hair on his head and bidding him a good morning. Avocato was right behind you, giving his son a quick side hug to make sure his game wasn't disturbed, and followed you to the table.

After a nice little breakfast, and everyone on the ship talking about what they wanted to do that day, Fox and Ash were giggling to themselves, and Ash kept trying to get Fox to be quieter- as if it were a secret. You watched Lil Cato tun his head to them, and make his way over with a friendly little "Hey guys! Whatcha doin?" The two turn around quickly, obviously hiding something, and Ash nervously shakes her head, "Nothing, just sibling stuff, haha!" And they made their escape to another room.

Lil Cato's ears flopped down in sadness, and he stood there for a moment, as if he were thinking about it. You felt bad for him, seeing the neglect from his friends made you want to go give him a hug. There was nobody else on the ship his age, and they kind of had their own thing going on most of the time. You looked around for Avocato, and he was chatting with Gary a couple feet away from you. The smaller cat alien slowly walked up to you, tail between his legs, and he looked around nervous- as if something were bothering him. "Heyyyy Madre? I-I was just wondering something...." He mumbles, and you give him your attention. Avocato is also listening in, his sense of hearing being heightened due to him being a cat.

"When do you think I'll get a sibling?" He asks quietly, fumbling around with his paws. Apparently, Gary heard it too, because the room was now dead silent. Your face reddened a little at the thought. Were you ready for that? What would Avocato think? "Is that something you want, son?" Avocato slowly approaches, also somewhat embarrassed, but trying his best. "Yeah! It'd be like having a best friend all the time! A-And I would help with the baby stuff if you wanted me too, I could like, learn some responsibility or whatever-" Lil Cato was trying to explain, when Gary interrupted loudly. "Oh hoho! You think you're ready for that responsibility, spider cat? That's some hard work! I never had any siblings, but I know about how crazy it can get." He laughs. You shake your head and softly reply to Lil Cato, "It might happen someday, my little cheeto, but I'd have to see that I would be ready, too. And your father as well. Stuff like that just takes time. I think you'd be an amazing big brother." You smile, and it seems to help. He looked happier now, his expression bursting with excitement. "Heck yeah! I can't wait! I think you'd make a pretty great mom!" And he ran off. You could see Avocato was still caught off guard though.

.......

The thought kept you stirring for the whole day. A kid... with Avocato? You daydreamed about it a couple times, but you never thought to ask what his opinion on having a kid was. He also seemed like he was on edge the whole day for probably the same reason. So when you two had alone time with each other, that's when it came out.

Avocato was sitting on the bed, his head in his hands, looking almost... scared? You sat beside him, your head resting on his shoulder. "Is everything alright, my love?" You questioned, reaching over to hold his hand. He squeezed your little hand in his, and sighed, "I.... I wasn't the best father to Lil Cato. I got him mixed up in my job, and it was all my fault. He could have died. I don't want to make another kid go through any of that pain. I don't know if I'll be able to do it right...And I don't want to make you go through any pain you wouldn't want" He confesses.

"Hey.... Lil Cato looks up to you, hun. He thinks you're the best dad in the world! And Gary is a very good father figure to him as well, he can help you through it if we did... have another. And none of that stuff will happen again. I'm here for you, and you don't have to go through parenthood alone again. Plus, everyone here on the ship would be delighted to have a baby around, I'm sure! It'll be like one big family, and the ship would be a great home. I love you, Avocato. Fatherhood is hard, but you're not going through this by yourself. And I'm sure I can handle having a kid. There's nobody else in the universe I'd trust more with my baby than you." You comfort him, petting the top of his head and placing a kiss to his cheek.

Avocato looks down at you, and pulls you into a tight embrace. His heart was full of so many emotions, but you comforted him so well. "Thank you." He mumbles, head shoved into your neck. You gently ease him backwards so that you were on top of him on the bed, holding him close and cuddling. From the pressure on his chest, and having you so close and sitting like that on his lap, he started to feel that familiar heat wash over him. You turn him soft, he's making little meow noises, planting kisses around your soft face, his tail flailing about between your legs and brushing against your ankles. You know what's coming now. You remove his armored shirt, revealing his muscular body underneath. You press kisses all around his chest and biceps. You can feel the growing tent in his pants between your legs, and you press down on him, grinding slowly.

Avocato quickly moves your position, grabbing your wrist and pinning you down underneath him instead. He starts to paw at one of your breasts over your shirt, humping you through your clothes as well. "Mmm, you smell so nice." He purrs, pushing his head between your breasts, one hand slipping under your shirt. You make a small moan upon feeling his warm fingers grazing your hard nipples, and the wetness in your panties is getting a little hard to deal with. Your shirt is removed in one swift motion, and Avocato starts to lick across your nipple. His tongue feels sensational, so much different than anything else you'd ever felt, swirling around your very sensitive buds. He starts to unzip his pants, giving his cock some free room from how hard he was.

After a lot of teasing your breasts and leaving hickies around your neck, shoulders, and chest, he finally kicks his pants off as well as yours. You can see his girthy, 7 inch dick poking about in his boxers. You'd never seen him get so excited for you, and he looked almost hungry to put himself in you. He grinds against you through your panties, and he's purring pretty loud at this point. "Mmhh, You're so wet baby." He groans, and you can see that you're leaving a wet spot against his clothing from your grinding. "Please, I need you." You whisper, grabbing at his muscular arms. "What do you need baby? You want me to fuck you? Say please for me." He slows down his grinding now, kicking off his boxers. He presses his soft head in between your thighs and starts to rapidly lick your cunt, pulling your panties aside. You hold your eye contact with him, and rock your hips against his tongue. "Please fuck me, daddy. I can't take it. I need you now." You whine, and he obliges.

Avocato grabs your thighs and slides you to the edge of the bed, he stands over you and takes your panties off, grinning at the strands of wetness caught between your thighs from your needy, begging pussy. He pushes his pink member against your moist folds, sliding back and forth and teasing your clit with his tip. "Look how wet you are for me. You're so fucking hot, baby. You want it in?" He hums, gently pushing his tip against your hole. "Yes, daddy! Please put it in. Fuck me hard, please." You grind up against his cock, and he pushes it all in at once, making your eyes roll back in your head, stars shooting through your body. "O-Oh! It feels so good!" You moan.

Avocato grunts, his hands holding onto your thighs, and he slides in and out of you painfully slow. He's teasing you, gyrating his hips to get you extra wet for him. It almost feels too good, he's holding back the urge to fuck you into the bed. Your soft moans and cute little gasps overcame him, and he pushes your thighs upwards, pinning them into the bed, and starts fucking you wildly. Your pussy is squelching against his fat, hard member, and his eyes are watching you intently. He reaches his head down to your breast and pulls your nipple into his mouth, sucking and pleasing you. The angle and how fast he was going started to leave you breathless, and your moans turned into loud gasps and whines, pushing your chest up against him.

The missionary position only lasted for about ten minutes before he scoops you up and starts to fuck you deeper, flipping you over into a doggy (kitty?) position and pushing in and out of you with force. You can feel his balls slapping against your ass and it only turns you on more, your face pushed into the bed and your back arched. "Fuck, baby, you feel so good for me. Daddy's gonna make you cum. You like that?" He groans in between each of his reps. Your pussy tightens around him as you move your body with him, your ass slapping against him harder. You felt close, and soon his arms were wrapped around your midsection and he had you in the mating press position. "A-Ah! I'm.... I'm really close- I'm... f-fuck me daddy! Harder!" You pleaded, and he obliged, his thrusts becoming fast and hard, making you moan out in pleasure, a sensation tingling inside of you and your legs shaking. You came on his dick, and he felt your walls twitching around him, making it hard for him to keep going. He leans closer to your ear and nibbles on it, moaning out, "Baby, can daddy come in you? Do you want it?"

That just about rendered you so turned on, you thought you would come again. You bounced your ass closer and deeper on his cock, mewling out a soft little "Yes daddy, please come in me. I want it so bad..."

"Baby, I'm cumming-"

You could feel his giant girthy cock get harder for one moment, and then his juices filled your womb, deep inside of you. He kept his dick inside of you, slowly rocking in and out of you, but keeping all of his cum in you. You felt so warm and full, you'd let him do it whenever he wanted if you knew it felt so sinfully good. Finally, he slowed down, and his caught his breath, sliding his dick out of you, letting some of the cum drip out of your pussy. He was very much enjoying the view, and started to finger his cum into you, making you moan and get overstimulated again.

"You look so good like this baby. You're so amazing, I love you." He pressed kisses on down your back and massaged your asscheeks.

Then he showed you lots of love and aftercare and made sure to cuddle you close to him, you fell asleep on his chest. Maybe Lil Cato would get a sibling after all.

[falloutjay]

Craig x cheery reader please (a little context: team Craig saved her from a bully, reader secretly thinks Craig doesn't actually care about her and Clyde and her are close but like platonically)

I had such a joy writing this, I just hope it still fits the request, as I am unsure if I hit the prompt.

I hope you enjoy it nevertheless! <3

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Craig x Cheery!Reader

“Can’t you just leave me alone?” You said annoyed.

Why wouldn’t Francis just leave you alone you wondered. You never said anything mean, more like the opposite. You were just a really friendly classmate that never said anything mean to anyone. So why out of all people Francis decided to pick you to bully was a mystery to you.

“I bet you’re only so friendly because in reality, no one loves you.” You decided that just ignoring him would probably be the best course of action, but once you kept quiet, it agitated Francis only more.

He slammed you against the lockers to your right and kept you trapped there. You actually felt terrified. Before anything could happen, a monotonous and nasal voice to your left demanded your attention.

“Francis, you’re blocking my locker.”

“Fuck off Craig, I’m busy.” Behind Craig was his gang, consisting of Clyde Donovan, Token Black, Tweek Tweak, and Jimmy Valmer.

You never really interacted with them, as they just stayed in their small group. “You’re blocking my locker.” Craig repeated. “And I said I don’t-“ Francis couldn’t get any further before Craig shoved him.

“Fuck off asshole. Get lost before we hurt you.” Craig's expression was bored as always and he flipped Francis the middle finger, his trademark.

“This ain’t over (L/N)!” Francis cursed under his breath before he took off. Nervously you turned to Craig and his friends with a big smile stretched across your face.

“Oh, thank you, Craig!” He just shrugged and carefully pushed you aside to get to his locker, which you just were pinned against. “You can’t get pushed around like that Y/N.” Clyde said with worry in his voice.

“I-Its fine, really.” You laughed nervously. “No, it’s not. Clyde is right, you shouldn’t be pushed around like that. Why don’t you sit at lunch with us?” Token now chirped in too and your eyes widened at the proposition. “I’d love too!” You beamed.

It had been ages since that day, and you still thought about that day ever so often. Francis left you alone after that day since you always hung around Craig and those guys now. You had become great friends with the guys, and you were really close with Clyde.

You rested with him next to you on his bed in just this moment. “Whatcha thinking about, Happy?” Happy was a special nickname given to you by Clyde.

You two were born mood makers and could make anyone smile, even the stoic Craig Tucker. “Nothing important. Just thinking about when you guys invited me to come sit with you.”

“Ahh, that was a great day.” Clyde mumbled. It was a regular thing for you and Clyde to just hang out in one of your bedrooms, chilling on the bed, and talk about all kinds of stuff.

“So, how’s it going with Bebe?” You asked him. “Great, thanks for that restaurant tip. She loved it there.”

“I went there with my parents, and I thought you could impress her with it.” You two high-fived, without getting up. You really couldn’t wish for a better friend than Clyde.

“So, how’s your love life going?” Aaand now you hated him. “Ahh, don’t ask. It’s shit.” Clyde furrowed his eyebrows; not like you could see. “Is it really that bad?”

“Yeah.”

“But why?”

“Clyde! You can’t just ask people that!” You said in a whiney tone.

“Ah come on Happy, tell me. I’m your best friend. Who are you gonna tell besides me?” He had a point, you thought. You propped yourself up on one elbow and gave him a death glare.

“If you talk, you’re a dead man, Donovan.” Clyde sat up and leaned on the bedframe.

“I won’t say a word.” You took a deep breath and began explaining. “So, you know…I mean I…ehhh…I kinda like someone from our friends’ group.”

“I’m sorry, Happy, but I’m already taken.” Clyde said in a dramatic fashion. You flipped him the bird, something you copied from Craig but you only used it against Clyde, since he never took it personally.

“No. Not you… Its… I like…Craig, even if I don’t think he cares that much about me.” When you said the name, it was barely more than a whisper, but Clyde still heard it. His grin widened and he seemed hyped.

His hands landed on his cheeks with a faint slapping noise.

“Oh my god. My two best friends wanna bang each other.”

“What.”

“What.” Clyde’s happy expression became a shocked one, once he noticed what he just blurted out. “So, Craig likes me?” You asked confused.

“No! I mean…Yes, but I didn’t say it!” He stressed the “I” in particular. You felt shocked. You always thought Craig didn’t like you all that much, because he was always a little cold to you and he barely interacted with you.

“But I thought he didn’t like me.” Clyde gave himself a facepalm, cursing himself out for having spilled the tea. “Well, since I am already fucked… He does like you and shit. He is just…Bad at showing it. Like, he tries to interact so little with you, because he’s afraid you will notice how you make him blush and shit.”

“I-” You pointed with your finger at yourself. “Make him blush?” You questioned. “Yes, Happy, you do. Didn’t know you’re blind.” He said and you two heard the doorbell. The others had arrived.

You had gone with Clyde immediately after school, while the other wanted to join later for the video game night. Clyde got up from the bed and stopped at his room door.

“I swear, if you snitch on me, I'll kill you. I love you, but I won't hesitate bitch.” He pointed a finger pistol at you and pretended to shoot you. You pretended to get shot and rolled off the bed in a slow and dramatic manner.

You two laughed before Clyde sprinted downstairs to let the others in. You remained on the floor, pretending to be a corpse. When the others came into the room, Token was the one to question what you were doing.

“Clyde shot me.” You explained and pretended to be in severe pain. “Cl-Clyde. Don’t shoot o-our only o-o-other fu-funny friend.” Jimmy mocked him and Clyde pretended to laugh.

“Haha, very funny.” He commented dryly. You got up and sat back down on the bed.

“You can put your sleeping bags down here and then you can help me make your pizza in the kitchen.” Clyde instructed and gave you a wink. You quickly caught onto what he was trying to do and mouthed a big fat “NO.” to him, but he just smiled.

“Ah fuck you, Clyde.” You thought. You loved him to death, but right now he was being an annoying bitch, that tried saving his skin by having you confess so Craig wouldn’t figure out that the brown-haired snitched.

You just kept sitting on the bed, while the guys one by one left the room. Craig was the last one to leave but he stopped once he saw that you stayed on the bed.

“Y/N, don’t you wanna come with us?” He questioned, but you shrugged. “I dunno. Kinda busy thinking about stuff.” You smiled warmly. “Thinking about what?” Craig left the door ajar and stepped back into the room to lean on Clyde’s white Ikea dresser, which was opposite of you.

“I think I wanna ask a guy o-out, but I don’t really know how to do that. Any tips?” You asked in your sweetest and innocent voice. You really prayed that Clyde was correct but why shouldn’t he be.

But there still was this tiny fear in the back of your head that you were gonna make a fool of yourself in a few seconds.

“Well…” Craig seemed to think about it for a second. “Personally, I would just appreciate it if someone would just straight up ask me, you know? This whole playing around shit is stupid if you ask me.” You nodded.

“Hey, Craig?”

“Yeah?” He asked and shifted his gaze from the window to your innocent face.

“Would you maybe go out with me?” You asked and felt like you just lost all ground beneath your feet. For a short second, you felt like you were going to faint.

But once you saw that a faint shade of pink appeared on his face, you felt giddy, the butterflies in your stomach were going wild. Craig cleared his throat, before answering with a red face; “Y-Yeah sure. What about tomorrow? If you want, I’ll walk you home and we can hang out alone.”

You nodded; a big grin spread across your face. “That sounds amazing.” Craig offered you his hand and you stared at it for a second.

“Maybe we should go downstairs. You know…Otherwise, Clyde will choose our pizza toppings.”

“And we don’t want that, do we?” You asked you both laughed. You took Craig's hand and admired how warm it was.

“I’m surprised you like me. I always thought you didn’t care about me.” You whispered. Craig laughed, which caught you by surprise. “I'm just not good at these type of things.” He admitted sheepishly and scratched his neck.

“I guess.” You laughed to make the situation less awkward. Craig started leading you downstairs, not letting go of your hand. In the kitchen you found the others, fighting about their pizza toppings. Clyde was the only one to notice how you both had that light shade of pink lingering on your cheeks and that you held hands.

He smiled brightly and then made space for you two to also make your own pizza. The rest of the night went by peacefully, you guys played video games, snacked food, and talked about stupid stuff. The main entertainment was Jimmy, Clyde and you of course, as you were just the life of every get-together.

Craig watched you and Clyde in glee, as you and Clyde were playing Just Dance together like your life depended on it. He was sooo happy to now have you, someone who could break his stoic façade.

[flusteredloser]

subzero - beverly marsh x fem!reader

it fandom week: huddling for warmth

content warnings: mentions of intoxication, smoking, swearing, fire, harmless threats, inhaler abuse, enemies to lovers, also i’m making bev tall bc i love tall gals word count: 3k

at the ripe age of ten years old, you knew you wanted to become a mother. the appeal of bouncing children in your lap, tucking them into bed, and the empowering feeling of calming tantrums down was something you naively believed was your destiny.  now, ten-year-old you was never wrong, you knew that. but what you didn’t expect was for your dream to come true at eighteen, stuck mothering six drunken teenage sons during a hailstorm’s power outage.

“edward. kaspbrak. i swear to god, if you do not go to sleep right now i will knock you out with your own inhaler.”

eddie groans at your words, still teeter-tottering towards the mattress. richie was already in bed, practically dead for a past half-hour. 

thankfully, he didn’t wake up from his comatose state when eddie gracefully slammed headfirst into the bed. you held your breath as the bed shook under eddie’s weight. drunken eddie was already a nightmare, what more, an even worse nightmare when catalysed with richie’s antics.  mike was slightly more useful. after throwing up in almost every sink in the house, he helped carry a very tipsy ben up the stairs and they were now both unconscious down the hall. bill wasn't exactly a disturbance, but he was incredibly determined to show us that he could play the piano right now if asked, that his skills were only heightened after dark. (the fact that bill had never touched a piano in his life, or that bev's apartment didn't even have a piano wasn't stopping him). bev was taking care of them in the other room, and based on the muffled conversation, was still trying to coax bill to sleep.  you and bev being the losers’ designated sober pair for tonight was the worst idea that had ever occurred to anyone. ever. the eight of you agreed. if you needed something done, you’d never leave the two of you to do it together.  but stan had explained that the rotation required the two of you to pair up tonight, no matter what. you didn’t quite understand the necessity of it but in all honesty, you’d rather put up with bev’s clownery than upset stan further.   speaking of, you glance at the lump on the floor, peacefully swaddled and engulfed in the massive duvet. you should probably check on stan’s breathing later. 

now, though, you still had one child left.

hearing the sound of an air pump go off from the bed, you walk back to eddie.

“but i’m so cold and i’m not even tired,” said eddie, his inhaler still jammed in his mouth.

“eddie, the power will be back in no time, and if you keep pumping that shit in your mouth, you’re never going to feel tired,” you sigh, taking the aspirator away.

“no, but seriously.” eddie continues, his eyes filled with sleep-deprived mania. “i swear, i’m like wide awake, i don’t even need sleep right now, it’s technically the morning and nO WHAT THE HELL-”

clutching the pump in your hand, you watch the white vapour shoot against eddie’s face. nothing but eddie’s exasperated coughing filled the room.

“i told you, i’m not afraid to use this.”

“i thought...you said...you were going to...knock me out with it,” eddie questioned between coughs.

you narrow your eyes at him, “you keep this up and i will knock you with it.” 

“wow, you really are gonna make a great mother someday.”  you let out a deep groan, turning to see where the new voice came from. leaning against the doorframe with a lit cigarette between her fingers was bev in all her smug glory. 

“you know, after dealing with kaspbrak tonight, he makes you look like an angel,” you roll your eyes.

“hey!” you hear a muffled voice from under the blanket. 

“go to sleep, pretty boy,” bev chuckles, some smoke escaping with her laugh, “i know it’s hard after seeing her troll face but you have to try.”

you rolled your eyes again at the two giggles in the room, shuffling around the bed, carefully stepping around stan’s body. you continue to walk past bev and into the hall. 

the house was silent. no one lived here anymore but bev since you guys graduated, and since mr. marsh stopped residing here, the apartment had an almost peaceful quality.

walking past the guest room, you grin at the sight of mike, ben, and bill entwined together on the floor. oh, how much tamer this group would’ve been compared to the menaces next door. 

you snatch your backpack from the living room sofa and dug through the pockets anxiously. searching against the walls of your bag and still finding nothing, you began to feel more and more nervous. “fucking hell, where is it,” you whisper. at this rate, you weren’t sure if the thumping in your ears was from the sound of sharp hail hitting the windows or your heart beating in your throat. you stand up in a deeper panic, aggressively patting your pockets up and down.

“you know, as entertaining as this is to watch, i almost feel bad.” 

“bev..." you sigh. "i am not in the mood."

“why? too busy looking for your pack of camels?” you hear the sound of a familiar cardboard flap opening, “personally, i’m more of a marlboro girl but i mean, these work too.”

you spin around and storm up to bev, snatching the lit cigarette from her lips. “that’s mine?”

she smirks, “you left your backpack open, it was practically an invitation.” 

“an invitation for you to go through my shit?” you hissed, dangling the ignited end near her face.

she snatched her cig back and mockingly dangling it back near your face, “yeah, a formal invitation for me to smoke off this monstrosity of a temperature. what do you want, an apology too? i can write you one asap, let me find bill’s notebook-”

taking the cig back once more, you snap. "you’re such an ass, bev.”

she grins, following closely behind you. she could feel the heat radiating off of your body, and she secretly hoped you’d accidentally stop in your tracks so she could run into you. in the name of transferring body heat and what not. shaking off these thoughts that were hijacking her brain, she makes a kissy sound, “c’mon, you know you love it.”

“mmhm sure, bev. because i’m really into girls stealing my shit.”

pinching the flame from the cig and dumping it in the tray, she leads the both of you into the supply closet. she chuckles as she leans against the doorway, leaving you feeling trapped in the tight room. you knew she was laughing because you insisted on going in first and now that you were the one having to get the stuff, but you didn’t quite register that the things you needed was on the top shelf. up high stood a high stack of blankets. and they looked like they could singlehandedly cure the subzero temperature. 

clearly, you must have been looking up at the blankets for a moment too long because bev gave up and leaned forwards to grab the stack. the sensation of her flushed against your back was enough to make you dizzy, not to mention how absolutely warm she was. and of course... it was bev. 

bev. the girl who you rolled your eyes at every day, the girl who taunts you at any given minute, the girl you would, and had, risked your life for. you guys never talk about neibolt, but sometimes you catch yourself thinking of what could have happened if it went south. if you hadn’t grabbed her in time, and if you didn’t switch places just before pennywise launched at you...  absentmindedly tracing the scar down your stomach, you think of the absolute lack of regret you feel to this day. you always had this joke that you wanted to kill her, but how much of that was true?

“darling, did the cold already go and rot your brain?” bev faux-pouts, “not that there was much to begin with, but i’m still worried.” the stack of blankets was now under her arms with one stretched out as she began to wrap it around herself.

never mind. sometimes you did want to kill her. 

by habit, you went on your tip toes in order to get to bev’s face, but she was already crouched a couple inches from your face. trying to keep your racing heart under wraps, you choke out a semi-convincing “don’t make me murder you, beverly.”

she grins back your serious face. "aww no, i couldn’t let you do that. the knives and other weapons are also stored up there.” she teases, slinging her arm around your shoulder and dragging you to deliver the blankets to the boys. 

"oh, fuck off." you shove bev's arm off of you and walked back into richie, eddie, and stan's room. true to your word, you kneeled down to the floor and gently rolled stan’s head towards you. placing your two fingers against his pulse point, you giggle to yourself at the absurd action. if it wasn’t already obvious that he was indeed alive, he groans under you, but you shush him in time. lightly stroking his curls, you whisper. "i’m just checking up on you, stan,” placing the second blanket onto him. he groaned back.

quietly tip-toeing towards the bed, you tossed the other blanket over richie and eddie. “i swear, these guys would be dead already without us.” you laugh to yourself. 

a dim light flickers from the living room and casts a light across the hall. you shut the door behind you as you leave, going into the living room to see bev on the sofa, engulfed in her own large fleece blanket. the only thing peeking out was her face and hands as her she alternated flickering her lighter's warmth on her fingers. 

without thinking, you plop by her on the sofa. “whatcha doing there, you pyro?”

“it’s getting so fucking cold,” bev half-heartedly jokes. you can see her eyebrows are furrowed in concentration, but her voice was so contradictingly soft it made your heart melt.

you extended your open hand to her and she stared at it. “blood oath part two? promise to never be sober again during a powercut?”

“i wish, and shut up. don’t play dumb with me, beverly.”

you notice the slightest tinge in her cheeks as she places her hand along with her lighter in yours. you immediately recoil at her freezing fingertips and the lighter clatters to the ground. bev rolls her eyes and shifts away, “first you want to hold my hand, secondly you’re acting like i have fucking HIV.”

“firstly, smartass, i’d still hold your hand if you had HIV-”

“aww-”

“because it’s a blood-borne pathogen so unless you bleed or shit or lactate on my hand, i’m safe.”

bev’s face scrunches up. “how romantic.”

“now shut it and give me your hand already.” you say, placing your palm out for her again.

now bev is the one rolling her eyes at you for a change. she gives you her hand, much slower this time though, careful not to have you pull away again. not having you pull away? why was this something she was considering? 

immediately, bev felt the heat from your skin radiate against hers’, instantly igniting her skin in goosebumps. she instinctively gave you her other hand and you take with a soft smile. 

“now...why the hell are you built like a goddamn radiator.” bev grumbled, rubbing her hands together under yours.

“well, i don’t see you complaining, do i?” you raise your eyebrows.

“i’m not mad...it’s just that it’s not like you need it,” bev says between chuckles, “you’re like five feet tall. not exactly a lot of surface area to heat up.”

“you’re such a dick, bev. you’re losing your hand-holding privileges,” you side-eye, pulling your warm fingers away.

she gasped, “oh, don’t you dare.”

“yes, i do. it’s not like i’m dying to feel your freezing hands on me, bev.” you desperately try to make the statement sound as sarcastic as you can, but it ends up coming out much shakier than expected. 

even in the dark, you can see the glint of bev’s mischievous grin. “oh really? you don’t want to feel my freezing hands?” “is that a trick question?” you sigh exasperatedly, “because if you as much as-”

suddenly, you feel bev’s ice-cold fingers press against the skin on your ribcage and you immediately squeal. you clamp your hand over your mouth at the scare, you try and contain the others sounds that escape you as she further presses her freezing hands against your warm skin. scrambling away from her grasp, you slap the back of her head.

“you stop that right now or i will leave you on your own porch to freeze,” you threaten through gritted teeth.

“mmhm, like you would.” she teases, continuing to press the pads of her still-cold fingertips into your stomach. 

you felt your heart rate rise significantly, to the point that you were sure that your unknown warmness was actually due to bev making the blood pump 10x more than normal. every braincell swimming inside your head was on the brink of short-circuiting at the feeling of bev’s hands dancing along the edge of your bra. what the hell is she thinking?

after a couple more rounds of her threatening to freeze your midriff and you threatening to crack open a window, you both surrender and allow her keep her hands clasped between yours, resting atop your chest.

“are you not getting any warmer?” you groan, forcing yourself to snap out of your own feelings. 

“hey, you’re the hot-pack here. do you think i’m feeling any warmer?” she goes back to press her freezing palms against your stomach.

“no, no, no, do not do that again.”

bev sighs, “then what the hell am i supposed to do?” she sits upright and tightens the blanket around her head. shifting away from you, she shivers her way back into the other end of the sofa. “i’m dressed in triple the layers you are, moved around way more than you have, i’m even wearing this gigantic fleece eyesore-”

“oh for fuck’s sake just come back here.” you roll your eyes.

bev moves about an inch closer. 

you feel your heart constrict in your chest and you let yourself say it before you could think it any further, “i said, come here.” you lift one of your arms and gesture for her to come closer. scooting your body near to the end of the sofa, it was clear that the space you made was so she could easily crawl in next to you.

“are- are you... you want me to-”

you’re sure your whole face has gone red. bev she already can’t stand you so why not just make it even more awkward, huh? you bit your tongue gently, calming yourself down. if bev didn’t know that you offered to cuddle with her just because you could, then that was her fault for being so daft. you sigh, resuming back into your deadpan state. “yeah, i can’t listen to another minute of your whinging.”

“no, i heard you, i just-” she stammers, looking equally red herself. you feel a huge tiny sense of pride as you realised you’ve rendered bev speechless. beverly marsh. speechless.  

“what are you waiting for?” you tease, “a formal invitation?” 

having the upper hand for once was refreshing, if not thrilling. being the one to tease her and watch her become flustered was something you wish could happen more often. 

bev’s face breaks out in the softest smile you’ve ever seen. she slowly makes her way over to you, shifting her body close to yours without touching you yet. “is that too much to ask for? a formal invitation?” you let out an unexpected genuine laugh at her silliness and bev giggles in unison. this was different than your default laughter made of semi-amusement and sarcasm. she rests her weight against you, her cheek gently pressing into your collarbone. her fingertips resume their spot against the flushed skin of your stomach and your own cheeks turn red again. there wasn’t a functional reason for her to do that anymore.

“stop that before i regret this, bev.”

“there’s no way in hell you regret this.” she grins, followed by the faintest whisper of an “i sure don’t.”

you were about to reply and perhaps mention how you’d be okay with her falling asleep in your arms, that you could tolerate such juvenile behaviour. you know, in the name of public health and safety, but bev beats you to it.

“just let me warm up here for ten minutes, alright. then you can let go and i’ll sleep on my side right after,” she rushes out.

that wasn’t how you thought it was going to know. your heart sinks slightly at her words but you try not to take it personally. what else could you do? it was almost like a wake-up call, reminding the both of you that this wasn’t normal for you and bev. 

after a minute or so, you found yourself absentmindedly weaving your fingers through bev’s auburn hair, gently combing it with your hands like you did earlier with stan. “you have such soft hair,” you whisper against her hair. 

you hear her mumble against the blanket indistinguishably and you find yourself closing your eyes at the vibrations of her voice against you. if only bev wanted to stay here like this and this feeling between the two of you could last more than the next ten minutes. you let your eyelids drift down momentarily, and you smile at the thought.

just a couple minutes later, your mind jolts back awake, and your heart sinks at the thought of having to wake her up so she could move to her side of the sofa and sleep. you reach over to feel the ends of her hair between your fingers again, grounding yourself to this feeling one last time before bev had to wake up. once you peel your eyes open however, you immediately shut them against the bright light shining at you. was richie planning on abducting y’all in the middle of the night again? gently prying your eyes open for the second time, you notice the light is shining from the window. you sigh in relief.

wait. the window? 

your eyes shoot open fully. the hail had stopped. and it’s day time. 

snapping your head down to bev, you take in her figure still fit snugly into your side. her free arm rests across your chest, her legs were entwined with yours. ...and her electric blue eyes stare right into you. your heart instantly jumps into your throat as you scramble for excuses, fuck, anything that would keep you from explaining yourself.

instead, she shifts her body upwards so she’s fit even tighter against your side,  placing her face into the crook of your neck. her lips were right at your pulse point, sending your mind spiralling at the thought that she could probably feel how fast your heart was beating right now. her lips move against your skin, saying something barely above a whisper.

“you tell anyone about this and i’ll fucking end you.”

[makeste]

BnHA Chapter 300: Days of Our Todorokis

Previously on BnHA: Hawks was all “hey Jeanist, wanna go on a road trip with me to my mom’s house?” Jeanist was all “you know it,” and so they hopped into Jeanist’s jercedes and took off. Hawks took a nap and had a flashback to his Dickensian childhood living in a abject poverty with his jerk mom and jerk dad, thinking heroes were make-believe until one day Endeavor arrested his dad and Baby Hawks was all “OH SHIT.” And then he saved a bunch of people, and the HPSC was all “what do we have here,” and blah blah blah, you know the rest. Back in the present, Hawks was all “well my life is currently in shambles, but on the plus side there’s no one bossing me around anymore so that’s pretty cool,” and then decided he was going to talk to Endeavor. Fandom was all “I can’t believe Hawks would side with his childhood hero over the man who burned his wings off and posted a video calling him a violent murderer who took after his abusive dad,” so that was fun and stuff. I can’t wait to see what piping fresh takes this new chapter will bring.

Today on BnHA: Our old friend Carbonation Carl tries to loot a Starbucks and gets his ass kicked by a senior citizen. Society is all “YEAH, WE’RE REALLY STARTING TO GET SICK OF THIS SHIT.” Old Man Samurai is all “this room won’t stop me because I can’t read it” and abruptly decides to retire, which, fun fact, is literally THE LEAST HELPFUL THING ANYONE HAS EVER DONE. Anyway so then a bunch of other punkasses follow suit, and while I won’t say that I’m actually starting to root for Stain to kill some peeps, just for the record I’m not not saying that either. Back in the hospital, Endeavor cries some tears because his life sucks, and then is confronted by his entire family, LED BY QUEEN REI, FIRST OF HER NAME, BACK IN BUSINESS AND LARGE AND IN CHARGE. Rei is all “fuck feeling sorry for yourself, we have a rogue Murder Son on the loose” and I swear to god I have never felt so alive.

so here we go! and just for the record, even though the last two chapters have been phenomenal, I don’t necessarily have any sky-high expectations for chapter 300, mostly because chapters 100 and 200 consisted of Mei Boobs, and Toadette and her horrific quirk lmao. so go ahead Horikoshi, what are you gonna pull out of your hat for this one

oh, back to this stuff again. sob

I guess there was only so much time we could spend having hospital antics and exploring Hawks’s past before we got back to dealing with the whole “the world has gone to absolute shit” issue huh, lol

omg

what’s with these bizarrely cute Noumus. why do I want to pet them

so the narrative text is going on about how people have been super paranoid about the Noumu ever since the USJ incident a year ago. so yeah, I guess the fact that there are now a bunch of them confirmed to be running around is really freaking people out even on top of everything else

wtf is happening here

what did this poor lil glass ever do to anyone. r.i.p.

OH MY FUCKING GOD

SODA SAM IS BACK ON THE LAM

tsk tsk tsk. my man has graduated from snatching purses to raiding cafes. going after that big money. this man has no business sense whatsoever lmao

OH BUT WATCH IT NOW!!

OH SNAP THE PEOPLE ARE FIGHTING BACK. WHATCHA GONNA DO NOW SAM

THIS MAN IS 172 YEARS OLD AND HE’S NOT HERE TO PLAY GAMES!!

WTF IS HE LIGHTING THIS THING ON FIRE OR SOME SHIT. GETTEM GRANDPA YEAHHHH HE’S CHARGING AT EM YEAHHHHHH

lmao so that was fun. and now we’re cutting to Wash!! omg. look at him

he’s so dedicated. too bad you don’t have a car like Best Jeanist. probably takes a while when you’re just running everywhere

you see?? you were too slow!!

NOOOO, GRANDPA. he defeated Pepsi Pete, but lost his life in the process. this is too tragic

anyway so the good news is that the cafe has been saved! but the bad news is, there really isn’t much of a cafe left. huh. I guess that’s one of the reasons why people are supposed to get a license to use their quirks like this

oh snap and now everyone is coming outside, and they’re none too happy to see poor old Wash over here

seriously Wash, get a bicycle or something. also the way this guy is gesturing so dramatically with his hand in this sort of “YOU SEE!! YOU SEE WHAT HAPPENS!!” manner is sending me

OH MY GOD

HE SPEAKS. DO YOU KNOW WHAT THIS MEANS. IT MEANS JEANS PUNS ARE YESTERDAY’S NEWS, FOLKS!! MAKE WAY FOR THE LAUNDRY PUNS. CAN’T WAIT TO WATCH THIS ALL... UNFOLD

“the heroes had dwindled away” okay real talk you guys, it is literally only a matter of time before they press-gang the children into picking up their slack. I still don’t know how to feel about that, but it is happening one way or the other regardless. Child Soldiers 2 Electric Boogaloo. wonder if we’ll see a rise in vigilante action as well

OHO WHAT’S THIS? THIS IS A CHAPTER OF GRANDPAS HUH

-- no fucking way

WOW. WOW. WOWWWWWW

wow. so he didn’t do a fucking thing while the rest of the top ten were being turned into red mist in the previous arc, and now that it’s all over and they need his help more than ever, he decides... THAT IT’S TIME TO RETIRE. holy shit. “fuck you” doesn’t even begin to cover it my guy. you stand there and soak up those boos you coward

ohhhhhhh shiiiiit you guys. oh shit

the “I am not here” breaks my fucking heart for real though y’all. oh man. everything he worked for is gone just like that

(ETA: okay so a couple of the takes I’ve seen on this make it seem like All Might is somehow the bad guy here?? “this is what happens when society puts a bunch of glorified cops on a pedestal”, “finally the cracks in hero society are showing”, etc. etc. so, just a friendly reminder that this isn’t happening because of too much trust and a lack of critical thinking; this is happening because the villains killed all the heroes and broke a bunch of murderers out of jail. it’s happening because an organized league of terrorists succeeded in terrorizing, and so society is now understandably awash in fear and panic. like, it’s just wild to me that AFO is RIGHT FUCKING THERE, and yet week after week fandom still has their “IT’S ALL THE HEROES’ FAULT” signs still up on their lawns. BUT WHATEVER, MOVING ON.)

also though, so exactly how much time is passing here now? I wanted to go straight back to the hospital and see what happens with Deku and the Todorokis. please don’t tell me we’re jumping ahead sob. my aaaaangst

OH SHIT

STAIN. LISTEN UP BUDDY. I KNOW WE’VE HAD OUR DIFFERENCES, AND I STILL DESPISE YOU FOR CRIPPLING TENSEI AND TRYING TO KILL MY BEST BOY TENYA. BUT AS IT HAPPENS, THERE ARE ONE OR TWO OTHER HEROES OUT THERE NOW WHO I WOULDN’T MIND YOU PAYING A VISIT I’M JUST SAYING

LOL BUT IT ACTUALLY ISN’T THIS MAN, FFFFFF

sob. yeah I was talking about Old Man Samurai actually but YEAH. HEY THERE ENJI

also is this entire hospital actually run by characters from Super Mario Bros though. first Yoshi and now this guy, come the fuck on that is not a coincidence

lmao they stuck him in another one of these cavernous creepy hospital rooms

wtf is it with Horikoshi and these giant fucking rooms lately. Kacchan’s in chapter 298, then Tomie’s colossal house furnished with like one table and a TV, and now this. and the weirdest thing about it though is that “huge space with nothing to fill it up” is like the exact opposite of what you’ll usually find in Japanese homes lol

so now Enji is just sitting there thinking things like “my head is fuzzy” and “I’m alive” lmao okay. not quite all there yet, huh. I’ll give you a minute

I’m so fucking curious as to who his first visitor is going to be omg. either way it’s going to be interesting af, and either way fandom is probably going to feel some way about it but OH WELL

okay now his thoughts are getting more coherent! and he’s remembering Touya, and feeling regret for freezing up and forcing Shouto to deal with everything instead

!!! OH HERE GOES BRACE YOURSELVES Y’ALL IT’S ABOUT TO GET SPICY

NO TOUYA PLEASE DON’T CRY HONEY NO PLEASE

ohhhhhhh man

okay, I mean I didn’t expect you to, but so instead then you’re just going to do... what? lie there and wallow in regret and self-pity for the rest of your life? son you know that’s not how we deal with our problems here in Shounen

though also, I totally do get it though. honestly, thinking on it, I probably would have been disappointed with any other response. but so this is where the rest of his family (including his adopted son) come into play now though, because like it or not they’re all in this thing together. and so friends, I am once again asking you WHO IS GOING TO BE THE ONE TO VISIT ENJI FIRST

AHHHHHHH

KRANCH!!!! OMG AND THE OTHERS ARE SO TINY NEXT TO HIM THAT I ALMOST DIDN’T SEE THEM AT FIRST. IT’S BECAUSE THEY’RE TWENTY MILES AWAY ON THE OTHER SIDE OF THIS REGULATION HOCKEY RINK OF A ROOM

holy shit I’m so excited lkjlklhlglkasdsjldfk

SDKFJLSKHLKJL

the way she has him by his collar lmaoooo. “lol nah you’re not going anywhere pal.” damn straight, siblings have to be ride or die in situations like this. banding together for survival. strength in numbers

OH MY STARS I’M JUST WARNING YOU NOW THAT I’M ABOUT TO DISSECT EVERY LAST REMAINING PANEL OF THIS CHAPTER PROBABLY YOU GUYS. WE COULD BE HERE A WHILE

love how Fuyu has absolutely no idea how to segue into THE SINGLE MOST AWKWARD CONVERSATION SHE’S EVER HAD, so she just GOES FOR IT in pure small talk mode like they’re meeting up for brunch somewhere

I KNOW IT’S A SMALL THING, BUT I APPRECIATE THAT THE FIRST THING ENJI ASKS IS WHETHER THEY’RE OKAY

lastly while I can’t wait for more of this delicious Natsu angst, I also just have to say that Enji has as much reason to cry right now as anyone on the planet. you can’t deny that being confronted by your not-dead-but-you-thought-he-was-dead son who’s all “SURPRISE DAD I GREW UP TO BE A MASS MURDERER AND I HATE YOU AND EVERYTHING IS ALL YOUR FAULT AND NOW I’M GONNA MAIM YOUR OTHER KID” with a side order of “EVERYONE HATES YOU AND SOCIETY IS CRUMBLING AND NOTHING WILL EVER BE GOOD EVER AGAIN” is enough to bum pretty much anyone out. there’s a Pagliacci the Clown joke here somewhere. BUT DOCTOR, I AM THE NUMBER ONE HERO

oh man lol he is seriously falling apart

damn. like you guys, I’m sorry, go ahead and cancel me, but I do feel compassion for the man. it’s therapeutic for me to see an abuser actually feel remorse and be truly sorry and want to change and want to make it up to his family. and it’s also compelling as fuck to read a narrative about a family that’s trying to grapple with that, because let me tell you straight up, as someone who’s done a version of that song and dance -- it is exhausting. it is a piping hot mess. it’s a gigantic mishmosh of extremely volatile emotions that all somehow all contradict one another. love, hurt, hope, anger, betrayal, resentment, attachment, longing. it’s something you can both be desperate for and also want nothing at all to do with. and attempting to portray all of that and write about it is a monumental task, and one which Horikoshi has done so, so delicately thus far, and damn but I appreciate it. anyway, so I’m here and I’m ready for my latest helping of Todoroki Fam Feels you guys

GASP

oh man. OHMANOHMANOHMAN. CAN IT REALLY BE. IS THIS THE REDEMPTION ARC OF CHAPTERS 100 AND 200???

LMAO SHE’S ALL “WE ALL FEEL BAD YOU JACKASS STOP CRYING ABOUT IT”

LAY INTO HIM REI!! SORRY ENJI YOUR PITY PARTY HAS BEEN CANCELLED IN FAVOR OF A “SO WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU GONNA DO ABOUT IT” PARTY COURTESY OF QUEEN ELSA OVER HERE. THE PEOPLE TOOK A VOTE AND WE WANT LESS WHINING AND MORE ACTION

oh my god look at this lady folks

NOTE THE HAIR BLOWING IN THE NONEXISTENT WIND. NOW WE KNOW WHERE SHOUTO GOT THIS POWER FROM

(ETA: btw guys, seeing Rei handle this crisis like an absolute champ despite everything she’s been through is everything, though. I’m reminded of Hawks’s line last week about people sometimes unexpectedly finding liberation when they’re backed into a corner. like things may be shit but goddammit her kiddos need her.)

THE CHAPTER IS ALREADY ENDING SOB, IT’S ONLY A 17-PAGER THIS WEEK, BUT GODDAMN WHAT A WAY TO CLOSE

oh my god. oh my god oh my god. AND FUCK YOU HORIKOSHI FOR CUTTING IT OFF THERE sob. it’s like each week the wait for the next chapter becomes more painful. the Todofam is about to get real, and on top of that Hawks is gonna crash the party at some point down the line, and on top of that we’re still waiting for Kacchan to have his own heartfelt discussion about What The Fuck Are We Supposed To Do Next with his best friend who’s currently in a coma. all I want to do with my life is read about these three things, and all I can do is simply wait as they are portioned out in agonizing, addicting little installments every week

anyway! tune in next time as we answer the question of whether or not fandom will finally run its train of logic all the way through to its natural conclusion and somehow manage to cancel Noted Abuse Apologist Todoroki Fucking Rei. don’t act like it can’t happen. you all know nothing is sacred lol. anyways but I’m ready for anything lol, bring it

[theres-an-impulstor-among-us]

Friday Night Stabby best quotes part 19 (23/04/21)

*the crew enter for the first game of the day* Etho: I forgot how to play.

...

Joker: Where was Skizz? Brody: Skizz is dead. Joker: Okay, and where was Skizz’s hair? Impulse: Oh gosh. Etho: Probably also dead somewhere. Evil: Maybe Skizz’s hair strangled him.

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Etho: I found Mrs Tango in storage. Brody: Excuse me. WE found Mrs Tango. How DARE you. Etho: Okay. WE may have found Mrs Tango in storage.

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Astro: Did you decide to kill [Skizz] because you didn’t want to see his hair anymore? Joker: Oh if I was gonna kill him because of his hair, I would’ve done that a long time ago. Impulse: First kill, yeah. Joker: Yup, that would definitely have been my first kill.

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Astro: You’ve been quiet, Joker. And Skizz is dead again. Joker: Uh, yeah. He is. I’m busy celebrating because his hair is no longer visible. Tango: *votes* Joker: Tango, are you voting for me? Tango: I dunno. Joker: You’re a liar. Whatever.

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Mrs Tango: I just realised I was muted. Brody: She was muted. We were just with her and she was muted. Mrs Tango: And I have a problem pushing buttons. Brody: That’s not true, you press my buttons all the time. Joker: That’s not hard to do, though.

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Etho: Whatcha got, Skizzle? Skizz: Dude, I’m telling you. Joker was the speedy one and I’m gonna tell you loud and proud: I WISH I was the one who killed him but I-I didn’t. Lower engine, I saw nobody. Brody: That’s not really- That’s not really selling me. Skizz: I wanted so badly to be the one to kill him. I know you can hear me, Joker.

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Brody: I was on the far right side of the map. Endless: I can confirm that Brody was over there cuz I was harassing him. Brody: Annoyingly, he was.

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Evil: Not good, Brody. Not good. Brody: What? What’s not good? Evil: The fact that you were running away as I watched Tango’s body fall. Brody: You cannot confirm that. Evil: I- I can. Brody You sure can’t. Evil: I sure can.

...

*Astro, Joker, and Impulse are dead, Skizz is giant imposter* Etho, alive: -so the lovers must’ve been Astro and Impulse. Astro: Nope, we weren’t lovers. That slow, gigantic little jerk just killed all of us. Impulse: Who killed you, Joker? Joker: Uh, Endless did. Endless did and Skizz came right by me. Astro: I mean, Skizz was right there too. Skizz is the other killer. Impulse: Yeah, Endless killed me, then Skizz killed Astro, then Endless killed Joker, I got it. Astro: Okay. So I’m the only one who suffered the disgrace of being killed by the giant.

...

Etho: *reports a body* Tango, immediately: Whoa! I just saw Tango Tek run right by me! That was cool! Brody: Did you? Tango: I sure did! *pause* Etho: Hey everybody!

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Astro: Skizz, I hate you. Skizz: *laughs* Astro: How DARE you kill me [as giant]. Impulse: Killed by a giant! Ouch! Astro: How DARE you. Skizz: I know! It was SO great, dude! I was SO slow! And the best part was Endless had just gotten a kill and you came in, I was all “I’ll take care of that”. Astro: I… I’m gonna go stand in a corner and feel bad about myself.

...

Skizz: Hey, buddy. Don’t kill me, please! Impulse: Why? Skizz: Cuz I don’t wanna die!? That’s a weird question!

...

Tango: OH is [Joker] a giant murderer? Etho: He’s a giant murderer. Joker: How DARE you, sir. Tango: Don’t vote him out! This is comical. I wanna enjoy this. Joker: How DARE you! Impulse: Let him suffer! Joker: WHAT DO YOU MEAN LET ME SUFFER?!

...

*Tango’s body is reported, Joker is giant* Joker, laughing: I don’t even care! It was worth it! Evil: I found Joker. Impulse: He got one. He got one, did he? Evil: He got Tango! Etho and Impulse: *laugh* Impulse: Tongo couldn’t run fast enough. Evil: So the question is do we leave Joker in or do we kick him out? Joker, still laughing: Tango ran into a corner! It was so funny! Impulse: I guess we gotta get him this time. Joker: Wait hold on, can I just say how funny it was that Tango was like “c’mon big boy, what are you gonna do?” and then ran and got trapped in a corner! Cuz the thing wasn’t there to take across! Impulse, laughing: Oh no! Joker: And the only other thing he could do was go down a ladder and get stuck! Oh, so worth it.

...

Astro: I can kinda vouch for Evil because I was up in the shower having a real hard time and he was- he was coaching me. Evil: Ah- Uh- I- Joker: *bursts out laughing* Evil: I- I was helping you in the shower, you are right. Brody: Uhhhhhh… Etho: No jokes. No jokes, please. Brody: No jokes?! What?! Etho: Nothing, nothing. Brody: Why do you hate fun?! ...

Endless: Whoever was responsible for sabotaging communications over and over again can- can do things. Astro: What would- What would- What would you like me to do, Endless? What- What would you like me to do? :) Endless: You know what you can do, sir.

...

Impulse: Keys or you’re sus! *Impulse and a few others run up to keys despite not having the task* Impulse, laughing: Look how many people did! Skizz: You’re a jerk! Impulse: Gottem!

...

Astro: I’d like to speak to the room here. Will everybody PLEASE stop killing my lovers! I’m tired of it!

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Tango: Endless’s body is right at the bottom of the entry chute, right- in Happy Town. Mrs Tango: What? What’s Happy Town? Tango: Ohoho. If I was imposter, I’d show you >:)

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Etho: Joker, where were you? Joker: I don’t know. Etho: Joker…! Why must you do this to me?

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Impulse: I’m sorry Etho, I was a worthless imposter. Skizz: Impulse, you were a better imposter last round when you weren’t imposter.

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Impulse: When I called out “keys or you’re sus” at the start, Joker didn’t go do keys. Etho: Gotta be honest, Impulse, sometimes I don’t do keys just to spite you. Impulse: ...fair enough. Tango: That makes me so happy in my core right now.

...

Impulse: The bones have gone bad, okay? The bones have gone bad. Brody: I still like your bone, Impulse. Impulse: Thank you, ‘ppreciate that. Evil: Wow… Brody: What? What?! Impulse: It’s not weird. Evil: No, not at all.

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Joker: *calls a meeting* Joker: I’ve discovered something about Skizz. *pause* Etho: Voting Skizz! Skizz: Do you wanna elaborate, here?! Joker: No, I cannot. But we should vote for Skizz. *pause* Etho: Voting Skizz!

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Skizz: So it’s Brody and Mrs Tango. Brody: How is it Mrs Tango? Skizz: I dunno, she voted for me. Brody: That’s not how that works.

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*after Evil sheriffed imposter Tango in the first 10 seconds of the game* Impulse, getting voted out: I’m deleting this vod. It’s not getting uploaded to YouTube. Brody: Aww, sad. Evil: And- And now I’m gonna get yelled at- Tango, loud enough to wake the dead: EVIL YOU JERK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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Brody: I’m gonna tell you why Evil’s the best right now. [Tango] just screamed at all levels and I didn’t get a headache from it so my life is complete. Tango: Thank you for my new compressor, yes. Evil: Because Tango has a compressor now. Brody: Yes, because he has a compressor. Tango: I NEED MY COMPRESSOR!!!! Brody: Yeah, see? It’s perfect. Etho: This is nice.

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Etho: It’s usually not good to go to specimen first round cuz usually a body gets reported right away and you won’t finish your tasks. Endless: Oh, right. Cuz the imposter’s stupid. Got it.

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Endless: So guys, remember that game when Joker didn’t get in and we had a great time without him? Tango: That was a good game. Joker: Oh my gosh! Impulse: That actually was the best round of the night, yeah. Joker: WOW.

[cherryonigiri]

S/O that thirsts over anime/game guys

reposted bc wasn’t showing up in the tags + I want to keep nsfw under the cut

@nononononojustno asked: Okay so could you write a headcanon where 2 random boys (can you pick then? I love all of boys from hq) and Ushi-kun where they walk on their gfs fangirling or thirsting over another anime/game character?And she was talking how hot he is? How they would react?👀😂 have a great day/night and dont forget to eat and get rest, love you💕

A/N: hahahahaha i laughed while writing this. FYI these are all based on legit crushes i had on anime/game characters at some point in my life - see if you’ve watched the shows i’ve watched :) ILY I PROMISE I’M DOING MY BEST TO EAT THREE MEALS A DAY AND GET ADEQUATE SLEEP MWAH. also i went overboard and added an extra boy bc why not. These are a little shorter since there were 4 characters but I hope you enjoy!

Content warning: implied nsfw for Atsumu + slight nsfw hcs for Matsukawa (both are under the cut)

PS: If anyone wants a spicy sequel/one shot for matsukawa i’m open to the idea 👀👀 let me know in my inbox!

Ushijima Wakatoshi

Ushijima definitely knows you’re into anime + games

Having visited your dorm room on multiple occasions he’s seen your extensive collection of manga, anime posters and you always seem to be playing on your switch whenever you have free time

Of course, he notices a significant portion of your collection is centered on male characters

And you’ve definitely mentioned a few games to him - Ikemen Sengoku, Code:Realize, Hakuouki (wow i’m really out here exposing myself) etc.

He doesn’t really mind though? Like - at the end of the day these are 2D men, whereas he is a very real boyfriend

At least he thinks he doesn’t mind

Recently, he notices that you seem to be on your phone a lot, and you seem to be texting the same group chat very often

He asks why and you laugh - it’s not actual text messages you’re just trying out a new otome/simulation game called Mystic Messenger. He finds the name silly but he just brushes it off he’s definitely J E A L O U S

Until one day he walks into your room while you’re calling one of your friends to freak out about that specific game

You sound kind of teary from outside the door “Oh MY GOD OH MY GOD I GOT THE GOOD ENDING WITH JUMIN!” and “[friend name] I THINK I CAN DIE HAPPY I’M MARRIED TO JUMIN HAN WHAT MORE DO I NEED IN LIFE” and “HE’S SO FREAKING ATTRACTIVE UGH I AM BLESSED”

He’s like who TF is Jumin and immediately bursts into your room looking pissed off

Poor babie is all like “you’re married?” and “if you had someone else you were interested in you should have told me.” “Who is this Jumin Han???” 🧐

Oh my god you start cackling, but you manage to tell him that NO you are not married and that Jumin Han is a fictional character from the game you’re playing

Ushijima looks confused after you explain - why would you find fictional men attractive when you’re already dating him?

Tendou almost dies laughing the next day when Ushijima tells him about what happened

Oikawa Tooru

Since practice finishes pretty late he usually goes to see you at your house at night, but tonight things wrapped up earlier - he’s excited to spend more time with you

You’ve finished up most of your homework so you’ve just been rewatching Attack on Titan since you’re super excited for the new season

You’re kinda distracted/have headphones on so you don’t hear your boyfriend knock on the front door. Your mom answers it and lets him in and he climbs the stairs

He can hear your fangirling (freaking out) over something as he walks towards your room

You jump in surprise when he opens the door, because you thought he would be a bit later but immediately release your pent up excitement

“Tooru just LOOK at him he’s such a bad ass like oh my gosh he literally has swords and he’s still running around slaying the MPs who have guns. God whenever he gets angry he looks so hot,” etc. etc.

You’re shoving your laptop in his face, showing him gifs and video of attack on titan, specifically the captain of the survey corps that you are obsessed with

Tooru gets it - for him its space, shitty alien films and astronomy. For you it’s video games and anime - or more specifically, handsome characters from said franchises

Even though he understand that it’s something you’re passionate about he still makes a whole show about whining how you’re in love with Levi Ackerman (lmao i still thirst over our favorite captain) instead of him

“y/n i’m taller than him! And more handsome! He has blood on him all the time! And he’s super annoying because he’s obsessed with cleaning.” *cue pouty Tooru*

You probably shouldn’t tell him that you are an avid follower of the levi x reader tag on tumblr

Tooru still somehow finds out you’re also reading reader insert fanfic and goes BERSERK with his pouting and whining - literally everyone and their mothers have heard his sob story about how “his darling y/n is leaving me for a short germaphobic asshole”

The rest of the team finds it hilarious - the end up pranking him by posting pictures of Levi in his school locker or texting them in the volleyball groupchat (Oikawa is Suffering™)

Makki and Mattsun get him a Levi keychain for his birthday and cackle when he chucks it violently into the nearest trash can

Miya Atsumu

Doesn’t really know you’re into anime/gaming at first

I don’t think that’s on purpose - Atsumu just has such a one track mind when it comes to volleyball and he’s always busy with practice

so he just kinda doesn’t really give all the anime merch in your room a second glance even though it’s a dead giveaway

I bet Atsumu secretly watches some superhero anime - probably shounen stuff like My Hero Academia, one punch man etc.

He probably starts to notice you’re into anime/games because you’ll play games on your phone/gaming device all the time

One day he notices you’re giggling + blushing while looking at your screen. He’s curious to he heads over to you when coach says they can have a break

Peeks over your shoulder because he wants to know what you’re playing - but instead he’s greeted by some 2D samurai guy called Harada Sanosuke asking you to marry him

“Huh, I didn’t know you were into this kinda stuff y/n” tries to sound playful but internally he is screaming / ?????? WOT I DIDN’T KNOW MY S/O WAS INTO OTOME GAMES

Atsumus pretty chill about it at first, he probably teases you a lot about playing the game but isn’t really bugged about it

“Maybe you should thirst over your boyfriend instead of a fictional character babe~”

I mean - he knows he’s attractive and why be jealous? You only really play the game when he’s busy and you don’t really let the game play seep into your dates/hangouts

But one time he walks in on you reading some ~spicy~ hakuouki x reader fanfic and he’s like are u serious

Like you were lowkey quiet screaming to yourself and muttering “omg omg omg” when he walked in and you definitely tried to close your laptop so he couldn’t see what was open in your browser

Too bad Atsumu has mad reflexes and manages to prevent you from making your computer go to sleep

Briefly skims whatever it was that you were reading and smirks at you

“Hey, if you really want something like this, why don’t you let your real boyfriend deliver” before kissing you

Matsukawa Issei

Look, Issei just wants a chill movie/tv show night where the two of you can bundle up on the couch and binge whatever anime you feel like

Has everything set up - this man is ready to go: snacks? he has all of your favorites, couch? filled with soft pillows + multiple pillows. Attire? Comfy sweatpants shirtless 🥵

Last time he chose the series for your binge sleepover so he let you choose what the two of you were gonna watch this time

Turns out you decided to watch Psycho-Pass - it seemed like a pretty cool show, he was down with the whole dystopia/psychological concept

Starts out pretty normal, is appreciating the action + mystery elements and is glad that you chose that show

About halfway through the anime you two decide to take a break - he goes to the kitchen to refill your snacks, leaving to stretch you back.

When he comes back with more food, he notices that you’re hunched over your phone, typing something

He sneaks up behind you after he puts the food down, “Whatcha reading there babe?” You squeak and try to hide your phone, but not before he sees the words kougami x reader typed into your tumblr search bar

Lit-rally exCuSE me what - he’s not mad (more amused than anything else) but he also kind wants to tease you (bc Mattsun is a little shit)

“Is that the reason you wanted to watch this show?” he asks playfully. “He’s pretty hot tho, I kinda agree with you there babe.”

Now that he’s released the floodgate, he can’t stop your occasional comments like “omg how does he look so GOOD when he’s punching someone” or “he could shoot me with his dominator and i’d still say thank you”

The thirst comments are kinda getting to him, so he decides to take things in a different direction

“Let me what I can show you with my dominator~” L M A O I’M SORRY THIS EXISTS

Suddenly you’re being pulled onto his lap, and pressed against his bare chest, Issei barely gives you time to adjust before he’s kissing you roughly, tongue plunging into your mouth

His hands wrap around your hips pressing your core closer to his own, and you can feel his hard-on pressing into your stomach

He’ll be sure to suck a dark hickey onto the side of your neck and his hands travel under your shirt, just to remind you who your real boyfriend is

Needless to say, you won’t remember a single thing about the second half of the show after the night is over couch sex? Couch sex 😏

[anxiousstark]

S1 06 | Co-Captain

BIG MASTERLIST | TW REWRITE

Stiles Stilinski x Reader! Half-sibling!Mccall

Word count: 2091

Warnings: Mentions drugs, child abuse, swearing (always).

A/N: I’m sorry but this is a filler chapter, an IMPORTANT one. Y/N’s past start coming back, her mom’s story is quite significant, and the mention of his dad. NEXT WEEK WE FINISH SEASON 1! THINGS START GETTING FCKING INTERESTING!

Scott had told us last night what happened to him. Peter and Derek had gone to the changing rooms, searching for him. Peter had shown him what happened to the Hale family. It was a truly sad story. Stiles told him what happened in the hospital, including what I did. But he hadn't told him that while Peter was showing him his past, I was shaking in Stiles's bedroom while he searched what creature I could be.

"What's up?" Stiles stopped the jeep next to Jackson and his car. He was accompanied by Chris Argent, someone who looked like an asshole. He was.

"Is everything okay?"

"Hey, Scott. Your friend, here, was having car trouble. We're just taking a look." He replied with a smile on his face. His blue eyes weren't warm, they were cold, transmitting uneasiness.

"There's a shop right down the street. I'm sure they have a tow truck." Scott pointed down the street. I just silently sat on the back of the jeep, observing Chris.

"Yeah. You want a ride?" Scott opened the door while Chris turned his face to look at Jackson. "Hey, come on, Jackson. You're way too pretty to be out here all by yourself." Jackson started walking towards us, and Scott came out of the car to let him in.

"Hey, boys." He turned the engine of the car on, it was working. "Told you I knew a few things about cars." Then, he went back to his car, driving away.

"What, are you following me, now?" Stiles got out of the car while I decided to stay inside, rolling the window down so I could hear them better.

"Yes, you stupid freaking idiot. You almost gave away everything, right there." Scott started screaming. Seems like his 'anger issues' were still there.

"What are you talking about?"

"He thinks you're the second beta."

"What?"

"He thinks you're me!" Scott grunted, punching Stiles's jeep. Uh oh, he touched his baby.

"Dude, my jeep."

Scott ignored his best friend and continued speaking his mind to Jackson. "I can hear your heart beating from a mile away, literally! Now he thinks that there's something wrong, and now I have to keep an eye on you so he doesn't kill you too!"

He turned to the jeep again, to hit it. But Stiles stopped him. "Okay, how about we step away from Stiles's Jeep?"

"This is your problem, not mine, okay? I didn't say anything, which means you're the one that's gonna get me killed. Okay, this is your fault." Jackson couldn't control his temper, pushing Scott against the jeep, making it tumble a little. I decided to go out, standing next to the owner of the said jeep.

"Can we stop hitting my jeep?" Scott pushed Jackson away from him. "Yo, all right, yo, guys, stop. All right?"

"When they come after you, I won't be able to protect you." His gaze landed on his best friend. "I can't protect anyone."

"Why are you looking at me?" I put my hand on his back, rubbing it to help him calm down. He had concluded that Scott couldn't protect him if he didn't have the power.

"You know, now you have to do it. Get me what I want, and I will be fine protecting myself."

"No, you won't! Just trust me. All it does is make things worse." His eyes were desperate, but Jackson didn't seem to care. "Yeah, I can run really fast now. Except half the time, I'm running away from people trying to kill me! And I can hear things like - like my girlfriend telling people that she doesn't trust me anymore right before breaking up with me. I'm not lying to you! It ruins your life."

"It ruined your life." He smiled wickedly. "You had all the power in the world, and you didn't know what to do with it. You know what it's actually like? It's like you turned 16, and someone bought you a Porsche when they should have started you out with a nice little Honda. Me? I drive a Porsche." He turned around, determined to go back to his so-loved car.

"You aren't a werewolf." I decided to speak for the first time that day. Jackson stopped on his track. "You are something. I don't know what, but you are something." I choked, it was Stiles's turn to rub my back. I wasn't human anymore, and I hadn't had enough time to sit down and talk about it with someone. "And I am too." I stepped in front of the other two boys. "You were there that night." I simpered. "Do you remember that day at school? You asked me if my wound was hurting, you told me you felt different, that you weren't the same Jackson anymore." He turned around to look at me, jaw clenched. "I told you that all that was because you were a teenager. The changes a teenager goes through, you know?"

"Are you done?" He interrupted. "Don't wanna be here anymore."

"I lied." His attention was back on me again. "I lied, Jackson. I could smell you. And you smelled like the dead." He got into the car, driving away.

Stiles grabbed the milk from the fridge, deciding to take it with himself to his room, until he saw his dad sitting on a table, documents all over it. "Whatcha doing?"

"Work."

"Anything I can help with?"

"You know, if you poured me an ounce of whiskey, that would be awfully nice." He didn't have to think it twice, grabbing a glass and the bottle of whiskey.

"Any leads?" Stiles was going to grab a document when his father slapped his hand away. "Wait. Before we get into that topic. Did you know that Melissa was going to bring Y/N?" He bit his lower lip.

Sheriff Stilinski nodded, drinking his alcohol. "An old workmate had that case. The case of Y/N McCall." Stiles waited for his father to go on. "As you know, Scott grew up without his father but seems like that man wasn't in her life neither. She only saw him a couple of times for what I know." He wrote down some information about Derek Hale. "Her mother was a disaster. My friend carried that case. He freed her from jail one time."

"Jail?" Stiles drank milk again.

"Drugs. An entire criminal record related to drugs; driving under the influence, getting into fights while high..." He coughed. "Then," Noah Stilisnki gazed at his son for the first time that night, ignoring the paper works that were on top of the table. "Child abuse." Stiles dropped the bottle, thankfully it was empty. "Y/N went to court with bruises a couple of times, nothing more than that. But still, abuse."

"Didn't they took her away? What are social services for? Didn't they protect her?" His eyebrows furrowed while he glanced at his dad, who was now looking at the documents on the table.

"They called Y/N's father to court, hoping he would take responsibility for his daughter like any father would do." Stiles's mouth was agape. "But he didn't. The judge decided that the environment wasn't the best one for a child. But, still gave an opportunity to her with the condition of going to rehab."

"Did she?" The teen asked, immersed in the story.

"No, she left Y/N on the front door of one of her friends, who was also into drugs in the past. However, that friend was clean."

"She said her mother died."

"She did." Noah stared at his son. "In jail. She died in jail. She...uhm, ended her life." Stiles was shocked. He had to talk to Scott. She wasn't there to make Scott mad, she was there because she had nobody.

"Why did she end up in jail?"

Noah shook his head. "She was on drugs, and...Uhm, she murdered someone. Then, she took her own life in jail."

Stiles could feel his heart beating loudly. He couldn't imagine how she felt.

Someone knocked on the door, and I came out of my room to see Melissa all dressed up. "Hey." She grinned at me, eyes shining with happiness. "You look beautiful." I offered her a grin, she thanked me, looking back at Scott.

"Scott! Get the door. Scott! For the love of God, please! Hey. What are you doing? Aren't you gonna invite him in?" She was like a teenager on her first date. Not surprised if we remember that she once was married to the man who put his dick on the woman that I should call mom.

I walked down the stairs when I heard Scott talking to her mom's date. He must feel strange, but I was curious to know who he was.

"I'm ready, I'm ready. Sorry again." It was Peter. Peter Hale.

"Mom."

"Yes? Sweetheart?" She was grabbing Peter's arm. I could tell she wanted to go out with him, and have a delightful night. But we all knew why Peter Hale was here. It wasn't because he had fallen in love with Melissa, or because he wanted to get to know her better. It was because of Scott and me.

"Have a good time." The door closed in our faces. "Don't say it."

I did anyway. "Are you going to let your mom go on a date with that demented psychopath?"

"Look, he told me that if I said something-" He sighed. "And what do I tell her? That her son is a teen werewolf, and that dude is-" He had difficulties breathing. "And Allison is upstairs-"

"Scott." I interrupted. "Calm down, okay?" I bit my lower lip, trying to think of something. "Give me your phone." He was confused.

"C'mon!" When he handed me his phone, I called the only person who could help me. "Stiles? Hi! Uhm, I need your help."

I explained the situation to Stiles while we followed Melissa and Peter. "Are you fucking kidding me?"

I grunted. "I wish I was." I tried to get comfortable in the passenger seat. "Here they are." I glanced at him. "What do we do now?"

"We hit."

"Uh?"

Both of us got out of the car. Melissa's face becoming red when she saw Stiles. "Oh, are you kidding me? Stiles!" Her gaze fell on me next. "Y/N?"

"Mrs. McCall?" Great acting, Stiles. "Wow, this is - this is just crazy. What a coincidence, huh?" He looked at me for a second. "I mean - I do not know what happened. You guys just came out of nowhere."

"Came out of nowhere! We were parked on the side of the road, Stiles."

"How crazy is that? I mean, we should probably call the cops, you know, do like an accident report thing." I nodded my head while grabbing Melissa's hand. Please, please.

"I don't think that's necessary." Peter interrupted, looking around.

"Are you sure? I think I'm feeling a little whiplash." He touched his neck.

"Whiplash? You hit us!"

"I don't know - there's something definitely wrong with my neck." Melissa started screaming at him, and Peter went far from us, he was probably communicating with Scott, who had followed us.

I went closer to Peter, hearing him talk about Jackson. "Don't get close to her." He turned around. smirking at me. "Be a man." I glared at him. "Melissa has nothing to do with all this. Be a man, go for the ones who have something to do with this."

He grinned. "What are you going to do, sweetheart?"

"I was not the one held against a wall with a hand on my neck, choking to death." I crossed my arms over my chest, trying to look intimidating.

"You don't even know how you did it." He came closer to me. "But I know-how. Don't you want to know? Don't you want to know what you are?" He tried to brush my cheek, but I slapped his hand away. "You, my dear, are very powerful. More than you think. Maybe even more than Scott. When you learn what you are and what you can do, you will be a great weapon."

"I'm a person, not a weapon."

"Aw, sweetheart." He pouted. "You aren't a person anymore, and you know it." He whispered the next thing, but of course, Scott was listening to him. "You could be stronger with me. Be part of my pack."

"She already has a pack." I hear Scott's voice in my head. How did he do that? "She is part of my pack."

[fandomficsnstuff]

Guardian Angel - Part 9

Daryl Dixon x Reader

(Warnings: Judith gets a little sick, but nothing serious! Also a heavy topic between the reader and Daryl)

Looking back, maybe it wasn’t the best idea to sneak up on a guy who’s guard was pretty much constantly up, but you didn’t think of that, you just thought that a surprise hug would be a good thing, you ending up on the ground convinced you that maybe, just maybe, you should’ve announced yourself first.

“Jesus girl! The hell you tryna do, sneaking up on me like that?” you couldn’t help but giggle as he pulled you up, grinning at him “well I thought ‘hey look my boyfriend, I wanna hug him’” you shrugged casually, but seeing his tense look you quickly realized what you said “I-I mean, I uh… I’m sorry I-I thought… it’s okay if you’re, you know, not ready o-or just don’t want to-”

“Nah, it’s cool, ‘girlfriend’ ” he gave you one of those little smirks that just made you want to punch him and kiss him at the same time, but you went with rolling your eyes, a smile on your lips as he put a hand on the small of your back, pulling you closer to him, still smirking, your eyes locked. Sometimes the two of you could do this, just look at each other, he didn’t feel uncomfortable with you looking at him, and he allowed you to exploit that as much as you wanted, in turn he was allowed to stare at you all he wanted, it was a silent agreement between the two of you, one that Daryl secretly adored. You hummed low and leaned up to peck his cheek, and he let you, as he always did, “so whatcha doin’ down here anyway?” he mumbled as he held you close, a smile on your lips as you shrugged “can’t I just check up on my boyfriend?” he gave you an amused scoff and you sighed “okay, okay, listen, Glenn and Maggie are going out to get some supplies for Judith, and I said I’d tag along, just wanted to let you know, we’re leaving now” he let out a small grumble, you knew he wasn’t a fan of whenever you went on a run, just as you weren’t a fan when he did it, “I’ll be back before you know it, I promise” he gave you a small ‘mhm’ in acknowledgement, and you smiled, leaving up and pecking his cheek, you were about to turn away when you head your name being called, you turned to see Beth with Judtih in her arms “(Y/N), I kinda need your help, do you have time?” you gave her smile and nodded “yeah, just gotta tell Maggie and Glenn” she nodded and went back inside, your eyes turning back to Daryl “well, looks like you’re stuck with me anyway” Daryl gave a quiet scoff “lucky me” you giggled as he leaned down and kissed you, and you couldn’t help but moan into the kiss, it always felt so incredible when your lips met, it was slow and passionate, no matter the time, and it always served you to want more. Once you finally parted you smirked up at him “don’t go far” you mumbled, quickly leaning up and pecking his lips again before running over to Maggie and Glenn who were waiting by their car.

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You smiled at Beth as you walked up to her “hey, so what’s up?” Beth showed you Judith, who looked very, very tired “I don’t know, she’s sleeping one minute, screamin’ and crying, and when I pick her up she’s like this, I tried feeding her but she won’t take it, I tried to put her to sleep, cause she looks so tired but then she just starts cryin’ again” you frowned and took her from Beth carefully, examining her face and how groggy she looked. You looked to Beth who were frowning concerned “get a blanket, gonna lay her down” Beth nodded and did as told, coming back with a fluffy blanket from her make-shift crib, laying it out on the ground while you kneeled with Judith, gently laying her on the blanket, watching her face contort as she cried “oh I know sweetie, I know” you whispered as you watched how she was laying, it was like she was trying to take pressure off of her right side. You sighed and held her up so she was sitting, she slowly stopped crying but was clearly still uncomfortable, Beth looked even more scared now “get Hershel, just to make sure” Beth nodded and went to get her dad as you pulled Judith up in your arms again, gently rocking her “it’s okay sweetie, we’re gonna figure this one out, like we always do, okay?” you knew she couldn’t answer or even understand you, but you still talked to her, in some weird way, it was like talking to Lori, you knew Lori was dead and buried, but it still felt nice to talk to Judith like she was her, you knew she wasn’t, and you knew Judith couldn’t understand you, it was the reason why you told her half of what you did.

You smiled as Hershel approached “what do we have here?” you shrugged as you continued to rock Judith “when she’s laying down she’s leaning to the left, like something is up with her right side, it’s better when she’s sitting up, but best if she’s held, Beth says she won’t eat” Hershel frowned and sat down on a nearby chair, putting his crutches to the side and reaching for Judith, who you happily gave him “let’s have a look at you, alright sweetheart? Beth when did you last feed her?” you smiled at Beth to reassure her, and she managed to give you a tiny smile back “uhm, about half an hour ago”.

You watched Hershel examine her before nodding “well the eating is because she’s just not hungry. I think it’s a tummy ache of some sorts, she’ll probably get it out in the next day or so, but it won’t be nice changin’ her diaper” you chuckled low, looking to Beth “was it that before?” Beth giggled, watching you get up and sit down nearby, Hershel reaching her to you “for the next day or so she’s gonna have to be held when she’s sleepin’, otherwise she won’t get much sleep, but it’s probably just for a day or two, don’t think it’s anything serious” you nodded and smiled at Beth “go get some sleep or something, I got her” Beth nodded and packed up the blanket on the ground, giving you the cloth you used for Judith before going off. You smiled at Hershel as you gently held a sleepy Judith “you’re good with her” Hershel pointed at Judith and you shrugged, smiling down at Judith who was slowly falling asleep “I guess, she’s easy to handle I think” Hershel chuckled at that, smiling softly at the sight of you with Judith “what do Daryl think?” you chuckled low “Daryl loves her, he’s just too tough to admit it” Hershel kept his kind eyes on you “I meant with you, you two ever thinking ‘bout that?” you looked at Hershel, thinking it over before gently shrugging “I-I don’t know, we’ve only been together for a few months, we just made it official today, I don’t know what he’d think...”

Hershel hummed, leaning back in the chair “well, what do you think?” you shrugged “I think he’d made a wonderful dad, I think he’s just scared. He hasn’t told me, and that’s okay, but I don’t think he had the best upbringing… I’m not sure, it doesn’t matter to me too much, he’s still Daryl, but I think it matters a lot more to him when it comes to things like this” you gestured, as much as possible, to Judith in your arms “I think he’s scared he’s going to fail, I just don’t think he realizes that he won’t. He’s a good man, Hershel, despite his own opinion” Hershel nodded, giving a smile to the sleeping Judith “I know, that was clear from the way he searched for that little girl, Sophia” you hummed low “yeah. I think he’d make a wonderful dad, but it’s up to him, honestly.”

You were unaware of a certain archer who had heard everything, when you hadn’t been right back, he went to see if everything was okay with Judith, he came just in time to hear Hershel ask you what he thought about children, he was about to smile at your answer before Hershel continued. He debated if he should reveal himself or go back outside, but eventually decided to act like nothing, walking into the room and smiling seeing Judith “so what kinda trouble is little Asskicker gettin’ herself into now?” you laughed low, smiling at how Daryl gently stroked Judith’s head while she were sleeping “a tummy ache, she won’t be able to get much sleep laying down the next few days, Beth and I are gonna take turns holding her so she can sleep, you’re welcome to pitch in if you want?”

Hershel took his crutches and got up, giving you a warm smile and a pat on the shoulder for Daryl, before then taking off, leaving you and Daryl alone. You watched Daryl sit in the chair Hershel had previously sat in, his gaze on the floor as he chewed his thumbnail. “Alright, what’s bothering you?” Daryl looked at you confused, which just made you smile “you bite your thumbnail when you think, amongst other things” Daryl sighed and leaned forward, his arms resting on his knees, this made you frown “Daryl, what is it?” he kept his gaze at the floor before finally looking at you “I heard what you ‘n Hershel talked about” you sighed heavily, looking at a sleeping Judith before looking back at Daryl “well… I meant what I said, about you being a dad, I think you’d be great, but it’s up to you, honestly” he scoffed at this, not the amused one either, the annoyed one “how can you think that, that I’d make a good dad, huh?? You met me? I ain’t exactly a good man, I’m broken as hell, I ain’t gonna be no good dad, fuck that, I’d make everything fuckin’ worse!” you frowned at his words “I’d prefer it if you didn’t insult the man I love more than anything” you kept your voice calm, partly because you didn’t want to wake Judith, and partly because what he said about himself actually hurt you, Daryl sighed annoyed and looked away from you.

After a few minutes of silence you got up, still holding a sleeping Judith “look Daryl, I’m not going to lie, I love you, I really do. I truly believe you’d make a great father, not only because of what you’ve been through, no matter what it is, but also because you’re the best man I know, and I’ll always stand by you. I love you and the thought of maybe one day having a kid is scary as hell for me, but knowing you, I know you’d step up and be by my side as well, I truly believe that. If that’s not what you want then I understand that, I understand what happened with Lori, the fear Maggie and Glenn are going through, but if I’m honest, one day, somewhere safe, if there even is such a place, it’s something I wouldn’t mind” you turned around and left with Judith, going to your own cell to be more comfortable while Judith slept, you hadn’t fully moved in with Daryl, nor he with you, it was a silent question that hung in the air, but you wanted to give him time and space to think about it, if he’d even consider it after this.

[chronicallylatetotheparty]

Watching (the Adventures of) Merlin season one on Netflix

Episode One: The Dragon's Call

. . . I feel like going to the capital of the kingdom indiscriminately slaughtering magic users wasn't the best idea.

Why? Well, that guy did just get executed.

And now his mom is mad. You tell that sorry excuse for a king, witch lady.

I don't like Uther, in case it was unclear.

Wait... if you could teleport why not just grab your son and ditch before he loses his head? Literally.

Oh, wow. Arthur is a dick.

Morgana. We have no choice but to stan tbh.

Dragon, you're really rubbing me the wrong way.

That's right Merlin! We need more than Because Destiny Says So!

Where did the spiderwebs come from? That sleeping spell gives me Sleeping Beauty vibes.

Ah, yes. The old drop-the- chandelier-on-the-villain trick. :(

If she went after Uther instead of Arthur I would have no complaints.

Manservant? You call that a reward for saving your son?

Episode Two: Valiant

Snake!Shield

Oh, he's gonna- Yup, dead. That's what happens when you deal with knights who cheat.

Where did that guy even get a magic shield in the first place?

Is there a thriving magic black market or something?

I love Guin.

. . . I feel like Sir Valiant didn't think this through. If bite marks are visible.

Ugh, you're the worst Uther.

It's only the second episode! Did you forget who saved your son already?

Stop being a jerk Arthur.

Lol. Merlin bringing a dog statue to life in order to practice for the Snake!Shield.

Bye Valiant!

Episode Three: The Mark of Nimueh

Whatcha up to with that egg, new witch lady?

You gonna poison the water of all of Camelot? Seems like a jerk move.

Dang that's a lot of dead bodies...

No, I like Guin's dad!

Yes! Cure him Merlin!

No! Stop arresting Guin, Uther!

You tell him, Morgana!

That plague monster that hatched from witch lady's egg is creepy.

Dead monster!

Arthur is kinda oblivious to Merlin's magic ngl.

Yay! Guin's free!

What do you know about witch lady Nimueh, Uther? Hmm? Why she want you dead? Besides the obvious reasons.

Episode Four: The Poisoned Chalice

Wow, Nimueh really doesn't like Merlin saving the day.

Wow, Nimueh really orchestrated an entire diplomatic incident in order to kill Merlin while also ensuring Camelot is destroyed by its neighbor. Impressive.

I really like Merlin and Guin's friendship.

Dang. Merlin really drank poison in order to save Arthur.

Merlin saved Arthur's life, Uther! Let him return the favor!

Oh, wow. Arthur really disobeyed his father in order to save Merlin's life.

I didn't know Merlin could cast spells while deathly delirious. And several miles away from him too.

Uther you b****! The antidote is right there! Let Arthur save his friend!

Putting your own son in a cell is such a jerk move.

At least Arthur and Guin manage to sneak the antidote to Merlin.

Quick aside: Internet spoilers say Uther needs to die for Arthur to complete his himbofication- I mean character development. So, if you could get on with that? Thanks!

Episode Five: Lancelot

Wow, that's a very CGI griffin.

Lancelot is so precious- Uh, I mean effective! Saving Merlin and all.

I know, Guin. I know.

Always thought it was a stupid rule to only let nobles be knights.

You're really going to commit magical forgery for someone you just met, Merlin?

I mean, Lancelot is earnest, hardworking, modest, kind despite his tragic backstory and it's his childhood dream to be a knight...

Yeah, I'd commit magical forgery too.

Lol, knocked you on your ass didn't he Arthur? (The second time at least)

I don't remember griffins being man-eaters!

Uther stop arresting people! Ugh, you're such a classist.

Let Lancelot help fight the griffin, Arthur! You need all the help you can get!

Well okay letting him go was nice of you.

Lancelot-Merlin tag team!

Wow. Lancelot really strode in with Camelot's singular braincell by figuring out Merlin has magic.

(The bar is low, okay.)

No, don't take away the braincell! Stay! The griffin was a team effort!

Okay, Lancelot's lawful good tendencies are a little annoying but, hey, nobody's perfect.

Episode Six: A Remedy to Cure All Ills

Edwin, no. Leave Morgana alone.

Oh, beetles! Curse beetles! That's not creepy at all.

Gaius how do you know Edwin?

What diabolical plot are you hatching Edwin? Oh, you're replacing Gaius in the royal court. That's kinda rude.

Merlin's so happy meeting another magic user that isn't trying to kill him (yet).

Le gasp! Uther's purge killed Edwin's parents? WhO cOuLd HaVe fOreSeEn tHis!?

But seriously. No wonder Edwin wants Uther dead.

I know Edwin blackmailed Gaius with exposing Merlin but he also wants to kill Uther!

That gives him a pass in my book.

Gaius no. Let Uther die.

Edwin stop trying to kill Gaius! You're going to-

Yup, here comes Merlin and-

Edwin's dead :(

Well he was trying to overthrow the kingdom. That's... bad... I guess.

Episode Seven: The Gates of Avalon

That title is misleading. It's more of a natural portal/magic lake type thing.

Arthur saves a father and daughter from bandits (Which they hired but shhh)

And they immediately try to put a love spell on Arthur

For human sacrifice purposes of course

Idk why the Sidhe want a human prince's soul -look at him, you don't know where he's been- but that's the price for readmission

I wonder how the dad killed one of his own kind? Was it an accident or...?

Exiling the daughter too makes me suspicious of Avalon's justice system

Evil laugh is a bit out of place for someone who is trying to restore his daughter's immortality

(They are so whiny about being mortal. Hey, we put up with it all the time!)

The fairy-like Sidhe moving in accelerated time so they just look like tiny orbs of light was an interesting touch. The blue faces and razor sharp teeth is not a good look for them, lol

They make Arthur ask to be married ('cause it takes a while for the love spell to go into full blown mind control or something)

Prompting Uther to threaten to kill both of them

(I feel like they didn't think this through)

Morgana admonishes Uther for being the worst

He replies that first love rarely lasts and that Arthur is inexperienced in such things. Plus that Arthur only met the girl yesterday

... I can't believe Uther is the voice of reason this episode

He doesn't get any points though. Due to the whole "threatening to execution his son's 'crush' " thing

The daughter is having second thoughts about using Arthur as a human sacrifice

Dear old dad puts those to rest and they try drowning Arthur in the lake that is/is the portal to, Avalon

Merlin's really leaning into the whole "Cool motive. Still murder.", thing huh?

Like, he did NOT hesitate to blow up both of them

Episode Eight: The Beginning of the End

Why do magic users keep going to Camelot!? The king is trying to KILL YOU!

Wow, this grown ass man is threatened by a literal child... I hate Uther so much

Morgana is the MVP of this episode. I love her

Protect that druid kid!

I feel like you're being paranoid Uther

You tell him Morgana!

Dragon, no. Stop prophesying death and destruction.

Wow, this grown ass dragon is threatened by a literal child...

Aaaand Morgana got caught sneaking the kid out of the city :(

Uther she is your adopted daughter! Stop putting people in cells!

Arthur is gonna sneak him out now?

While Morgana distracts the king?

Yes, excellent. What could possibly-

Merlin stop listening to that destiny dragon! Hearing his voice in your head is no basis for trust!

Cutting it close... Yay! They made it!

Mordred!? MORDRED!?

THAT little boy is Mordred!?

... Okay, I'm more inclined to believe the destiny dragon now

Still think letting him die would be a dick move

Episode Nine: Excalibur

What're you up to with that tomb Nimueh?

Oh! It's some kind of undead knight. Yes.

Throwing down the gauntlet. Pfft! Always thought that was a stupid idea.

Also: that Black Knight literally crashed your party!

Ugh, knights.

Nimueh if you can just teleport into the heart of Camelot while Uther is alone why don't you just stab him? Grab one of those pointy things he likes so much and stab him in the back. Easy peasy!

Stealing this joke but Don't do evil magic kids. It fries your brain cells.

Wait, the Black Knight is Uther's brother-in-law!?

Arthur's mother died in childbirth!?

Uther asked Nimueh to use her magic so he could have Arthur!?

Equivalent Exchange!?

Uther went on a genocidal rampage because he didn't bother with the instruction manual of ancient and powerful magic!?

Actually, that last one is not surprising at all.

I can't believe they're using the Wife in the Fridge trope. That appliance hasn't even been invented yet!

Ooh, Merlin's going to use his magic to destroy the Black Knight so Arthur doesn't have to fight him

As he's killed two knights already

Aaaaand, yup, he's still there. His cloak didn't even catch fire...

Arthur stop being a bastard. It doesn't suit you

Dragon forged sword! DRAGON FORGED SWORD!

Only Arthur can wield it. Yup, got it. How could this possibly go wrong?

Uther drugged Arthur and took his place in the fight... I have mixed feelings about this.

Wait, the dragon was very specific about only Arthur using that super special sword! Oh, snap.

Well at least the Black Knight is dead. Again.

Oh, dragon is not happy.

I know the dragon said "where no mortal soul could find it" but are you sure you wanna throw it into Avalon, Merlin?

Those people were gonna suck Arthur's soul out of his body

Episode Ten: The Moment of Truth

The way this episode title just lies to your face like that...

Oh, you're Merlin's mother! Thought we had an anime protagonists type thing going on

I... would like to say Uther is being unreasonable when he decides not to cross borders to get rid of some bandits. But I can totally see everyone hating him so that's a no go.

Lady, you were in a whole different kingdom. Why for the love of Merlin did you send him to Camelot!?

We're off to save the village! Morgana and Guin are coming too!

A wild Arthur appears!

Morgana better at swordplay than Arthur confirmed!

Merlin! I didn't know you had friends!

Granted he's a bit rough around the edges but

Okay. If it were literally anyone else besides Arthur. I'd say he was right about lords and knights being useless snobs.

Actually. He's right about lords and knights being useless snobs. Ah, that felt great.

Wow, the homosexual subtext is strong with this one.

The girls can tell Arthur came for Merlin.

But get your foot out of his face! I don't care how royal it is!

Look at Guin over here calling out Arthur for being a dick

And talking him into letting the women fight. She's on a roll

Aw, Merlin's friend died. :(

And he took credit for Merlin's tornado (so Arthur wouldn't find out about Merlin's magic)

Episode Eleven: The Labyrinth of Gedref

Lol, that unicorn could use a haircut.

No, Arthur. I said a haircut not an arrow to the chest!

Bad things? What kind of bad things Gaius?

Uther what's the point of having an expert in magical lore if you're not going to listen to him!

And all the crops are dead. Fantastic.

I know it's a magic thing but stating outright that the blight only targets edible plants is still really unsettling.

And the water's turned to sand. Great.

Who're you and how come Merlin is the only magic user that can't teleport?

What kind of tests mister Keeper of the Unicorns, sir?

Arthur I know you don't want to believe it's your fault... But it's totally your fault.

Uther no. People are starving.

You tell him Arthur.

Oh, the "theif" was a test!

Aaaaand he failed the second one. :(

Merlin's got a lot of faith in Arthur.

It's interesting how the Keeper can only direct the curse caused by the unicorn's death. Or rather the trials surrounding the curse, but can't break it himself.

Unicorns have some powerful magic.

The Labyrinth was barely on screen for five minutes! Surely something with Unicorn in the title would be more appropriate?

Arthur drinking a poisoned cup so Merlin could live?

That's some strong parallels right there.

The Keeper of the Unicorns is such a troll! Sleeping potion, hah!

The day is saved, Arthur lies to Uther's face about killing the Keeper and the unicorn resurrects itself.

Still needs a haircut though.

Episode Twelve: To Kill the King

Whatcha up to Guin's dad?

Oh that guy isn't suspicious at all.

You didn't think it was shady when he asked to meet in the middle of the night!?

Philosopher's Stone!?

Wow, the guards found him quickly.

What- No! Don't arrest Guin's dad!

Uther, he's a blacksmith! Stop being paranoid!

Will you stop executing people!? That inn keeper didn't know that guy was a dangerous sorcerer!

No, nononononono! He surrendered! Why did you do that!? Guin's father was important to Morgana!

That's why she gave him the key!

Dragon has his priorities straight.

Shut up, Merlin. You literally blew up a father and daughter for trying to kill one(1) person. (No really, you could see their hands flying off.)

Morgana deserves a little murder. As a treat.

Yes! Get him! Kill the bastard!

No! Why would you make GUIN say that!? Who are you and what have you done with Guin!?🔪🔪

UGH, he literally committed genocide!

The "that would make me as bad as he is" DOES NOT APPLY!

What- Oh, he still has the fairy's staff.

No. Stop it! Let Uther die!

Oh, God, Uther is such an abusive piece of GARBAGE!

Stop! Don't fall for it Morgana!

*sees dagger being pushed closer to Uther's "heart"* Yes! Yes! YES!

*Morgana saves him* NO!

NO!

NOOOOOO!

*inarticulate ranting in the background*

Episode Thirteen:

Okay, the cgi might be getting a little better 'cause the Questing Beast is freaky

Old religion? What is that? And how come it's conveniently absent from the previous episodes?

Dang, they really here just casually gaslighting Morgana like that 😡

Merlin you know Morgana has visions! You couldn't have been a little more careful? She warned you. Now look at Arthur, he's got the heroic death disease

Granted that thing does seem like a handful

Why do you only act like a father when it's a matter of life and death? Why can't you be a father literally any other time!?

"The old religion is the magic of the Earth itself."

Well that sounds fascinating, dragon. Are you going to elaborate? No? Later then?

Soooooo, is the old religion actually a religion or is it a magic? It's really unclear...

"You will be a better king than your father could ever hope to be." Guin, you're back!

I expected a place called the Isle of the Blessed to be less... creepy

Nimueh! Whatcha up to girl? Plotting the demise of a kingdom? Not today it seems

Oh there some Equivalent Exchange type nonsense going on is there?

Arthur you were supposed to be in a coma not listening to Guin!

Oh. Oh, no.

Merlin saying goodbye as he prepares to trade his life for his mother's is 😢😭

Wow, that dragon really knew Nimueh would give Merlin's mother the curse and didn't say anything. The little b*****!

No wonder Merlin's mad at him. Stop breathing fire at him! It's your own fault!

Gaius, no! Not the dead mentor trope!

"You stood by and watched as our friends died." Damn, Nimueh isn't pulling her punches.

Merlin vs Nimueh! Ready? Fight!

Anime protagonist power up! Dang, Nimueh's dead... I feel like that wasn't supposed to happen.

At least no one else is dying. Since Nimueh's death appeased the Equivalent Exchange laws of the old religion.