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kaisfruit · 2 months

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Do you hate me? | Sam SDV x farmer!reader

A/N: haiii im back ^-^ i literally hate this, but im posting it anyways <3 warnings: possibly ooc Sam, smut, cunnilingus, unprotected p in v, creampie, doggy style, no gendered terms used, AFAB genitalia, Y/N used, maybe more but i cant think of them words: 2k

Life on the farm was tough. Everyday it seemed as if you were working yourself down to the bone in order to just get the bare necessities. Sometimes, it was enough for you to wonder if it was even worth moving out here and taking up work on your grandpa’s farm.

But other times, you were reminded of why it was worth it. A good pay after a day’s worth of busting your ass fishing, a nice yield of crops, and most of all, helping the townspeople and getting to know them. That last one had to be the ultimate highlight. The smile on Maru’s face when you found the right ore for her latest invention, or the genuine side of Haley you got to see when presenting her with a blackberry to take her next picture to the next level. It was things like that that kept you working hard and making the most of your days.

Though, there was one villager that you always seemed to avoid: Sam. Sure, if he had a request on the bulletin board then you’d fulfill it, obviously, but your conversations were kept brief and you knew he was starting to notice. “Avoid” may be a strong word, but that’s how he was bound to see it. You’d hand him a pizza without looking him in the eye and when he showed his gratitude your face would flush and you’d quickly scamper off. And it’s not like you went out of your way to give anyone else special gifts. Sure, if you came across a piece of driftwood you’d offer it to Leah or if you happened to find some amethyst in the mine you’d give it to Abigail, but otherwise you would just chat to the other villagers and show your kindness through other means.

“Hey, Y/N, got a minute?” A voice rang through your ears and you jumped a bit from where you were watering your pumpkins. Without turning around, you replied. “Yeah sure what’s up-” You replied casually until you realized who it was that came to speak with you. Instantly, you felt your palms become sweaty and your heart began racing in your chest. Your watering can fell to the ground and instantly began drowning your crops. “Shit,” you murmured, quickly dropping down to pick it up.

“Sorry! I didn’t mean to startle you!” Sam spoke as he also dropped down to try and grab your watering can. You had already grabbed it and stood up, so he had nothing else to do but stand up as well albeit a bit embarrassed. “I’m sorry, again.”

“It’s-it’s all good.” You silently cursed yourself as you stumbled over your words. “Umm…what did you want to talk about?” You asked, wanting to get the conversation over with.

“Oh! Yeah, um, this might sound a little silly, so I really don’t know how to ask it.” He started, staring down at his feet. “Do you, y’know, hate me?”

That’s NOT what you were expecting. “What.” You replied, shock evident on your face.

“It’s okay if you do! Well, I mean, I’ll be upset of course, but I just wanted to know if I upset you in any way or-or if there’s something I can do to make it better-”

“Sam, I don’t hate you.” You said plainly, probably the first coherent sentence you’ve ever said to him within your entire time of living in the valley.

“What?” It was his turn to exercise confusion. “But…but then why do you always run away when I try to talk to you? Or why do you keep our conversations so short? Sebastian and Abigail talk about you and what you say to them all the time, so i just assumed…” He trailed off, a frown forming on his face.

You let out a sigh and sat your watering can down beside you. Resting your hands on your hips, you looked up at him. “Wanna talk inside?” Your head motioned to your house, “I’ll explain there.”

He followed you into the house and quickly found a seat at the lone chair next to the table. You took a seat on your bed and sighed once more. He just seemed overwhelmingly confused.

“Sam….” You began, trying to muster up the courage to say what you needed to say. It made you feel just terrible that your actions have led up to him thinking this. The silence began to draw on and on for what seemed like forever to Sam. To you, it felt like seconds as you licked your lips out of nervousness. “I like you…like, really like you.”

Sam was taken aback, shock apparent on his face. “So, you don’t hate me? We’re friends?” He smiled, relief seeming to wash over him. To that you shook your head which confused him once again. Why were you doing this to him?

“No, I, uh, think I’m in love with you, Sam.” You murmured, but he heard it and his face lit up with a blush. “So, yeah, I don’t hate you. Quite the opposite.” You tried to joke, trying to make the sting of his upcoming rejection hurt less.

“Y/N…Yoba, what a relief. I’m so glad you feel the same way.” It was your turn to be shocked. With your silence ringing out, he continued. “Your gifts are just so thoughtful and when we do talk, you’re just so cute and I can’t help but admire how hardworking you are. You’re the driving force behind all my music at this point, y’know.” He admitted with a big grin on his face.

You sat there, stunned, as this revelation dawned on you. He liked you back?! Even if you have treated him so much differently than the other villagers. Your gaze on him softened. He was too sweet.

“You know, Sam, you’re the only person I buy and make gifts for…” You shared an admission in return for his.

“Really?!” His grin not wavering, his eyes lit up completely. If he had a tail, you’re sure it would have been wagging like crazy. “Awww Y/N, you like-like me.”

“I literally just said that.” He laughed at your response. Sam seemed to be vibrating with joy at this new information, but then his neverending energy seemed to pause as he stared intently at you. He looked like he wanted to ask something and you tilted your head, a silent conversation happening between you two.

“Hey, Y/N, can I, like, kiss you?” He asked, looking away for a moment out of nervousness. Your face deepened in hue, but slowly you nodded. He saw this out of the corner of his eye and instantly the happiness shakes seemed to return. Sam doesn’t think he’s ever stood up quicker and he covered the distance between the two of you in a few large strides. You stood up from where you sat on the bed. The two of your shared a glance before Sam finally leaned down and your lips locked. Your eyes slowly closed as you enjoyed yourself and felt sparks fly around you.

Sam is the one who pulled back, his gaze half-lidded as he looked you in the eyes. Then, his hands cupped the back of your head and pulled you forward into a deeper kiss. This one more intimate than the first. Sam was clearly eager as his tongue licked at your lips, seemingly begging for entrance, and you returned his eagerness tenfold as your mouth opened to allow your guys’ tongues to collide.

You leaned back out of the kiss, breathless, as you quickly started pulling your overalls off. Sam looked stunned at your actions and you looked at him bashfully. “Did I read the room wrong?”

“Not at all.” Is all he said before he began mimicking your actions and stripped himself of his clothes. You two didn’t speak until you were both down to your underwear. Sam was clearly hard in his boxers and you couldn’t help but stare. Him, on the other hand, was trying his best to be respectful. His eyes were tempted to stare, but he was forcing himself to look you in the eyes despite the situation you two were in.

Slowly, your hands went up to unclasp your bra and you let your breasts fall free from their confines. Then he couldn’t help but stare. Taking the initiative, Sam walked on forward, closing the distance between you two, as he rested his hands on your chest. He leaned in for another kiss as he began tweaking your nipples. His hands were unpracticed, but Yoba did it feel good. It’s not like you had much practice yourself with most of your time being spent farming and fishing. It felt better than your own hands and that was a plus in your book.

“S-Sam,” you breathed against his lips, getting his attention. “Can…can you eat me out?” You asked tentatively. Like earlier you were expecting rejection, but one look at his face was enough to cast away any doubt. He looked over the moon at the mere prospect, as if he was waiting his whole life just to serve you.

“There’s nothing I want to do more.” He admitted as he watched you lay down on the bed. You looked divine. He never thought that he would ever get this chance with you and here you were, splayed out asking for him to devour you. Sam could feel his cock strain in his boxers at the thought.

He crawled on top of you and was quick to remove your panties and throw them somewhere in the room. If any word were to describe Sam in this moment it would be overzealous. He wanted to take his time with you and unpack you fully, but Yoba were you just too perfect. You were too much for his senses. You drove him crazy.

Sam sat there for a while just admiring your pussy until he remembered you were waiting for him to make a move. Slowly, he licked up your slit and both of you let out a moan. It took him a moment to get into it, but once he did, Sam was sloppily licking up your juices and making just the most obscene sounds as he made out with your pussy.

Your hand latched into his hair and pulled, which caused a groan to escape him, and you were a complete mess above him. Yet, your noises ticked up a notch when his tongue circled around your clit and began stimulating you there. He took note and began focusing there. Your moans may have been the sweetest song he has ever heard. Sam worked hard at your folds as his tongue continued to pleasure you.

To your surprise, you felt two fingers plunge into you which caused a yelp to leave your mouth. Not only was his tongue attacking your clit, but two fingers were, somehow, expertly working in and out of you in order to bring you pleasure. Unbeknownst to you, Sam found himself rutting against the bed as your sounds and your taste were turning him on beyond belief.

“Sam…S-Sam,” you moaned out the only warning you gave before you came all over his face. He greedily licked up all your juices and continued licking until you pushed his head away due to overstimulation.

You were both out of breath and took a moment to get air back into your lungs.

“Hey, Y/N, can you flip over for me?” He asked so gently, no sign of demand in his voice, and your heart couldn’t help but flutter. You followed his request and even stuck your ass up in the air and rested your head on your arms to create the most comfortable position you could.

All you could feel was movement behind you, surely Sam taking off his boxers and lining himself up behind you, but he sure was taking his time. That was your final thought before he pushed himself inside you. An elongated moan escaped your throat that harmonized with the groan he let out. He seemed to fill you up completely. Whether or not that was true was irrelevant, all you knew was this was way better than what you could do with your hands. It took a moment for you to feel adjusted, but when you did you let out a soft “m-move” and Sam began pounding into you.

Your small little farmhouse had soft moans and the sound of skin slapping against skin echo around the space as Sam fucked into you.

“F-fuck Y/N…” He whimpered from behind you, “you’re perfect, so perfect, fuck…” Sam’s tone was breathy and whiny as he babbled on and on. He did nothing but praise you and say how good your cunt felt as his cock bullied your insides. He could feel your walls tighten around him, signifying how close you were to climax, and he couldn’t help but be close himself. His grunts and whimpers got more frequent. Finally, your pussy clenched around him and formed a vice grip causing him to pause in his thrusts and he moaned at the tightness. Once again, you released around him and a high pitched keen escaped your throat. Sam kept fucking you through your orgasm into overstimulation, but he just kept going as he chased his own release.

“Y/N, I’m close…” He groaned, his hips beginning to stutter. Sam leaned down and began to lick and suck at the back of your neck as he thrusted. Your moans were softer now as you tried to regain energy, yet he was still making you feel good. He straight up whined as he released into your pussy, his thick cum painting your walls. Sam humped against your cunt letting out whines as he did so as he let his release spill into you. He stayed situated there for a bit, letting himself truly enjoy your warmth against his softening cock.

Slowly, he pulled out and was transfixed by the combination of his cum and your slick that leaked out of your pussy. The sight was enough to get his dick kicking back to life and he bit his lip. You flipped yourself over onto your back to look up at him only to see his pupils blown wide as his gaze flickered up to yours.

“Wanna go for another round?”

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lovesuhng · 1 year

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see you later - mark lee

pairing: childhood friend!mark x childhood friend! fem reader

genre: fluff; a little bit of angst; childhood friends to lovers

wc: 2.9k

summary: your best friend mark comes to graduation carrying watermelon just to make you laugh and not sad cause he'll continue his studies abroad after graduation, there's no one knows that you fell first but mark fell harder.

warning: mentions of food; just one bad word; kissing

a/n: this work was originally written with mark and kang mina, i posted on wattpad and ao3, but i changed some things. this plot was posted by closestorage on twitter.

graduation day is always a special day. it’s a day where people are happy to be finishing school, other people are sad to be saying goodbye to their friends and teachers and this was your case.

you were sad that mark, your best friend, was going to his homeland, canada, to start his longed-for music university.

you thought that you were being so selfish, because it was your best friend's dream, and instead of being happy that he was making his dream come true, you were sad to know that you would be away from him for a long time, even though you knew there was technology to shorten that distance.

what made it worse is that you are in love with your best friend, but mark didn't know that.

you had decided to confess to him, but nothing happened as you expected.

a few weeks before.

you were pacing back and forth, visibly nervous.

reason: you decided to finally confess to mark, in addition to saying that you had managed to get into the university you wanted so much. you texted him asking to meet in the school’s garden. mark had responded by saying he had something to say to you too, which made you even more nervous. “does he also have feelings for me? will he also confess?” those were the questions that went through your head. the boy that you are in love is running towards you with a beautiful smile, it looks like a movie scene.

“sorry, i'm late.”

“no problem. you know i'm already used to your delays.” you said smiling and crossing your arms, pretending that you are angry.

“sorry”. - mark said putting his hand on his neck, showing to be very embarrassed for being late. whenever he was nervous or embarrassed, he did it and you think this is very adorable. “what did you have to tell me?”

“you told me you had something to say too, say it first.”

“right. i told you ihad taken the exam to enter that university, remember?” you nodded. “yesterday the result of the test came out and guess what? i passed. you are talking to the newest music student.” he said really proud of his achievement.

“WAIT? WHAT? IT’S TRUE? CONGRATULATIONS!” you jumped in mark's arms, giving the hug as strong as you could. you are more than really happy for him.

“thank you! still can't believe i made it and that i’m going back to canada after so long.”

your smile faded. mark had talked about the university, but he hadn't said where it was.

“canada? are you going back to canada?”

“yes. i had already been talking to my parents about it and they agreed that it would be better for me to return to canada to study at one of the best music universities in the world. i couldn't waste this opportunity. and what did you want to tell me?

you thought for a while. he looks so happy, you can’t be egoist and confess to mark knowing that he would go to the other side of the world and ruining that moment that was so special to him.

“i also passed the test and gonna study fashion at seoul university.”

“REALLY ?! i knew you would make it!” mark hugged you again, but you still trying to process everything that was going on. “but it looks like you're not that happy.”

“i am happy, i truly am, you more than anyone knows that this is my dream, but i am still surprised that you will return to canada.”

you were visibly sad that mark was returning to canada. realizing this, he put his hands on your shoulders, looked deep into you eyes and said:

“Y/N, don't be like that. we will talk whenever possible. it will be complicated because of the time difference, but we will make it. you can send messages, emails, any kind of thing that i will answer you, but please don't forget about me. promise?”

“promise.”

graduation day.

you were still thinking about that day, but you tried to show mark that were happy with everything that was going on, but he knew you are not well.

the ceremony had already begun, but mark had not yet appeared. you were waiting for him, as this was the only opportunity he had to say goodbye, since he was going to canada as soon as graduation was over.

“Y/L/N Y/N.”

as soon as your name was called to receive the diploma, you took the stage. your family applauded and screamed with excitement.

“Y/N!”

it was then that a real smile appeared on your face. mark ran into the auditorium, shouting your name. what you found most funny was the fact that he was holding a watermelon. you waved to him, who smiled at you.

mark was called right away and you also shouted your friend's name. you were really happy to see him. after the whole ceremony, you ran towards mark, who was once again holding the watermelon.

“mark, please explain two things to me: why were you late? and why do you have a watermelon?”

“i organized some things for the trip last night and ended up sleeping more than i should, also the traffic being terrible. and watermelon ... it's a gift, so you don't forget about me.” you laughed at your friend “see? i knew that when you saw me with the watermelon you would smile”.

mark's parents came over and chatted with you for a while. “i need a photo of the two. mark get closer to y/n.”

mark came over and you took the watermelon from the boy's hands. you laughed while he look at you. he liked it when you were smiling, and he liked it even more when he knew the reason for your smile was him.

“i think this is our goodbye.” you were trying to be strong for him, but you were visibly sad about saying bye to him.

“don’t say that! ‘goodbye’ is such a strong word. it's a ‘see you later’”.

“yeah…”

“don't be like that!” mark pulled you into a hug longer than usual. he was going to miss you so much. when you separated, mark said goodbye and headed for the car.

“mark!” you screamed and for a second thought to say everything you felt, but gave up as soon as he looked at you. “see you later”.

for the first few months, mark and you always talked, sharing their new life experiences as university students. as time went on, conversations became less and less constant. you were very busy with the university and with the part-time jobs. mark too, but he always found himself thinking about his best friend. he often thought about calling you, but because of the time zone, he avoided doing that. but he always saw you on instagram, where you always updated with your new creations of some university projects. i miss you so much, y/n.

you sometimes sent a few emails to your friend, but rarely got an answer. he must be really busy, you thought. you still had the photo with mark taken on graduation day. you wondered what would have happened if you had confessed to him. you couldn't stop thinking about him, after all, you considered him your first love, even though he never knew it. so, more than ever, you decided to focus entirely on your studies.

5 years later

ayfter finishing your fashion university, you were hired by a very important company in the market as an intern. you liked you job because every day was a new experience. you didn't know much about how mark was doing, he hadn't updated his social media and you hadn't talked in a long time. you had met other men, went to blind dates that your friends arranged for you, but you always made the excuse that " you were too busy to get into a serious relationship". this was partly true, but you still felt something about you first love.

it was another day of work, you were helping to develop the concept for the new collection of the company.

“y/n” your co-worker and friend called you “here's a man looking for you.”

“for me? are you sure?” “yes. he said had seen your portfolio and wanna talk to you”

“so, could you ask him to come in, please?” “he asked to talk to you at the cafeteria on the first floor.”

“why?” “i don't know, but if i were you i would go. he’s so hot.”

“can you stop with this? okay. but how am i supposed to know it's him?”

“he said he will be alone at one of the tables. if that helps you, he's wearing a leather jacket.”

“thank you, i'll be right back.”

you left the room and took the elevator to the first floor. you were very nervous. it could be a great opportunity, but it could be some kind of scam. as soon as you arrived at the cafeteria, you looked for the man with the characteristics your friend said and soon found him, but he had his back to you.

“excuse me, are you looking for me?” the man stood up and turned in your direction. you didn't believe what you were seeing and automatically brought hands up to the front of your mouth. mark was there, in front of you after so long. he had changed and was no longer the skinny boy from high school. he had grown up a little and turned into a man. a very attractive and handsome man, just as your friend had said. mark also realized how his best friend had also turned into a beautiful woman. your hair was shorter, the clothes you were wearing were totally different from the ones you wore the last time they saw each other, making you more mature.

“y/n. are you okay? it's me, mark, but please say something.” you simply threw yourself into his arms, just as you did on the last day you saw him.

“mark, how do you appear out of nowhere?”

“i think it was time to go back” you both two sat down. “here, i ordered your favorite coffee.”

“oh god, you still remember? thank you. when did you arrive?”

“last week, i was organizing my stuff, because i gonna stay here for real this time. and how are you in this fashion world?

“i'm great, doing what a love, still a intern, but i’ll be big one day.” you spoke so enthusiastically that mark couldn't help but smile, you really had grown into an amazing woman. “what about you?”

“i became a producer.”

“for real? i thought you would become a singer…”

“yes, thought this too.” you two laughed “but producing makes me happier. i love to sing and play instruments, but producing makes me much more fulfilled.”

“and i'm very happy to heard this. answer me one thing: why did you grow up so much?” he gave that laugh you've been missing for a long time “the last time i saw you were just a little bit bigger than me and now you’re kind of a … man?”

“i changed a little, puberty hit me. you also grew up and looked even more beautiful than you were before.”

you blushed. mark was your friend, but you weren’t used to receiving much praise, even more so from a man as handsome as he was, who still made you heart flutter. mark's cell phone rang, interrupting your conversation. “excuse me. hey baby!”

you didn't want to pay attention to mark's conversation, but when he said "hey baby", you couldn't help but be a little disappointed, as he would probably be talking to his girlfriend, who should be in korea too. he's such a nice guy, of course he's dating someone, you thought. as much as you tried, you still couldn't help feeling something for mark.

“i’m sorry, i really needed to answer. it was amazing to see you after so many years, but need to go now.”

“oh, ok no problem. we talk later.”

“are you free tomorrow night?”

“i don’t think so. we are finalizing a collection, so we are working late.” you lied. as much as you wanted to spend time with him, he probably wanted to introduce his girlfriend to you. mark knew you very well, he knew when she was lying, but he preferred not to pressure you in some type of way.

“hm, okay. it was great to see you again, y/n”

you felt so bad for lying to mark, but you thought it was better to have done that. you finally decided to move on. mark will always be just your friend and that’s all, you just have to control your heart that beats so hard when see him. you have to move on.

as usual, you were the last person to leave the office, organizing some sketches from the next collection, you have to make your head full of work to not think about mark. you hear a knock at the door “y/f/n must have forgotten something”, you thought.

“you can come in, y/f/n”.

“i don't know who this person is, but i'm come in.”

for the second time on that week, you were surprised by mark.

“mark, what are you doing here at this hour?”

“i just wanted to see if you were really working or if you were lying to me.” you were shocked even after so many years, mark still can "read" you very well. you can’t look at him, but you feel when he approaches. - “what’s going on? i thought we were still friends”.

you looked at the man in front of you and, even though might seem pathetic, you decided to speak.

“yesterday, after you talked to your girlfriend on the phone, i thought you wanted to introduce me to her and i didn't want that because i was so fucking jealous”.

mark looked confused, but then he started laughing. you didn't understand what was going on and started to get angry. why is he laughing at your sudden confession?

“but, i don't have a girlfriend!”

“so ... boyfriend?” “no.”

“don’t lie to me, mark! why did you say ‘hey baby’ when you answered your cell phone?”

“i was talking to my friend johnny, we met the university and we are used to talking to each other like that. kinda weird, i know…”

“oh…” you were very ashamed. you believed in a story that was made up in your head and was becoming sad about it. your confused face made mark find you even cuter.

“no, i'm not dating. i like a person very much, but i still haven't had a chance to confess to her.”

“oh, really?” your happiness lasted a few seconds and mark realized that you were very shaken by what he said.

“really. i've liked her for a while. she is the most beautiful woman i have ever seen. she makes me so happy and i don't think she even knows it. with each passing day i become more in love with her.”

what kind of torture was that? you couldn't believe that even you saying that were jealous, mark kept talking about how much he was in love with that woman. “oh great. i am happy and hope you confess to her soon. if you don't mind, i need to finish my work and go home, i'm so tired”. you realize that mark doesn't moved.

“a few years ago i had the opportunity to confess to her, but i couldn't. now i am having one more opportunity and not wait until later.” mark was approaching, you don’t seemed understand what was happening. “i like you. when i realized that, it was too late.it was painful to walk away from you. think that ignoring you was the solution to my problems, it was the stupidest thing i ever did but you haven't left my mind at any time during those years.you were my motivation to chase my dreams and come back here, because you are my home”.

you were confused and wanted to crying so bad but you were trying to understand what he was saying. “mark, why do you just tell me that now?” “what?”

“i was determined to see you only as a friend and you suddenly say that you like me?”

“so you mean …”

“i like you too. i was liked. remember the day you told me you were going to canada?” mark nodded. “it was the day that i had decided confess to you.”

“and why didn't you say anything?”

“mark, how was i going to confess knowing that the guy i like would go halfway around the world?”

“but you could …”

“mark, could you stop talking just a little bit? i've been waiting for this for so long.” you were already very close to each other. you took the initiative and put your lips together on mark's. the kiss was calm and you were enjoying every second of it.you broke a kiss with a few pecks.

“it was worth waiting so long.” you said still hugging mark.

“for sure… oh god, i love you so much”

“i love you too, mark lee.”

“since you love me so much, do you accept dinner with me today or are you too busy?”

“maybe i can make that exception today.” you both laughed and kissed one more time.

“pizza?”

“you know me so well, mark.”

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witchinatree · 1 month

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magnus protocol episode 26 ramble

the academic victim era continues. i like putting my lil personal bits at the beginning of these i think it humanizes me

ok. i have to pause mid intro song. i just hit my bowl of snap pea crisps and spilled them everywhere and i'm going to tweak

3 of them fell on the floor.. but they're kinda expensive so we don't get to have them very often.. is it worth it..

i ate them i don't care

this has become more about me than the episode i'm gonna unpause it now

we're so back

celia at work core!! she dgaf!!!

MEET HELEN. pls don't be a tory in this universe pls pls pls pls. i didn't fw human helen at all i am less excited than i was about basira but also basira was one of my all time favs forever

hiii aliceeee <333

magnusing is so me tbh if you think about it

so does alice's voice have a slight hint of that effect they use for chester and norris to anyone else or.. like she sounds computer-y and i don't know if it's just the microphone or something real

"take protection" "jesus christ!" "LIKE A BIG KNIFE OR SOMETHING" CRYING. see my mind didn't go there sam so what's up with that sam huh sam

the hell does celia have in her workbag wtf. queen what. it's the trauma "are you sure that thing is legal?" LMFAOOOOOO

ok i don't like you saying nauseas because i'm on TWO medications that make me nauseas and i just ate pls don't be gross

DAMN. i was gonna be like JARED? HOPWORTH? but it's jared 'smith.' gerard jared is kind of like michael

P.E. teachers creep me out but probably because the only one my high school has ever officially had got fired my freshman year for spanking girls in the locker room and they never actually replaced him they just had various sports coaches take over

yea this is freaking me out already i don't like it

oh that's so sad the dad fucking died poor kid omg

wtf was he possessed by the soul of cross country. what is the horror here. ohh running for his life ok thanks

oh so the horror isn't mr jared it's what happens to him i guess. sorry man i shouldn't have called you creepy

this is just how my friends describe morning cross country practice

yeah so i was right to quit cross country in 5th grade then!!! running IS the horror!!!!

NOT THE TAPE RECORDER WTFFFFF IS THIS ERROR. ANNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN ARCHIVIST.............................................................................................................................................................................................

AT A LOSS AT A LOSS AT A LOSS AT AT AT. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT

we were right guyss it's an archivist...

IT SAID ARCHIVIST ALICE YES LOCK IN QUEEN LOCK IN SHE'S SOOOOOOOO HEHEHE SHE'S SO SMART I'M IN LOVE WITH U

yes alice connect those dots!!! connect them babe!!!!! i'm scared though to be honest with you

SHE DOESN'T THINK SHE KNOWS DUMBASS. PLEASE LISTEN TO HER OR I'M WRITING ANOTHER HATE POST ABOUT YOU. oh thank you sam i don't hate you

HOW I WOULD'VE EXPECTED HOW I WOULD'VE EXPECTED hey helen

has celia shut down. oh my god she sounds really scared. probably because helen tried to eat her in another universe.

CELIA'S SO SCARED HONEYYYYYYY. wait now she's bringing up the magnus institute LMAOO

bloody big basement lmao it's where they keep the bodies

at least 20 years? it burned down 20 years ago? who's reaching out after it burned what

HELEN'S LAUGH MADE ME JUMP LMFAOOOOO HELP

SAM MEETING JACK???? SAM MEETING JACK??????? THEY'RE SO CUTE WTF OMG ur baby's a tory HAHA

celia you are being watched honeyyy you are you need to connect some dots. alice style. obsessed with her.

calling her baby goblin after that baby episode that celia was mentioned by name in hello. hello.

ok sam let's go no longer being as selfish thanks sam.

awe that's adorable i actually think he's been really nice lately holy shit.

LMAOOO WHY DID WE GET AN AUDIBLE KISS ON EPISODE 26 I THOUGHT THEY DIDN'T LIKE THOSE

#fen blogs tmagp #sam is climbing back up the liked list #i never hated him but i was strongly disliking him for a while #he was cute today though #also alice ilysm #gwen ilysm #i just love women guys #the magnus protocol #tmagp #magnus protocol #tmagp spoilers #tmagp 26

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berberriescorner · 1 year

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Nobody's Gonna Know

(Part One)

Characters: Yahya Abdul-Mateen II as himself x Black!reader (woc!reader), Michael B. Jordan as himself (appearance), and Kiana Ledé as “Jerrika” (appearance).

Summary: What happens when you realize what you’ve always wanted was right in front of your face the entire time?

Warnings: Profanity, daddy kink (you’re not surprised), smut, mentions of violence, drinking, and did I mention smut already😈?

Word Count: (Part One) 4,100+/9,000+. Sorry, lovelies, I couldn’t stop😆.

A/N: Yes, it’s lengthy, but the idea snowballed into something unexpected. I hope you all enjoy it!

Inspired By:

Lounging lazily on your king-size bed, you laid on your back comfortably in an oversized t-shirt. You silently scrolled through Instagram. Your breath hitched at the feel of fingertips gently stroking your calves. Still staring at the phone screen, a wicked little idea popped into your head. You smirked, tapping the add a new post button. Using your free hand, you positioned it atop the head that rested on your pelvis and between your thighs. Not wanting to give him reason to stir, you gently stroked his head, and he relaxed into your touch. The movement of your hand paused long enough to snap the picture. He was none the wiser as he continued to search for something to watch on HBO Max. Eyes still searching the screen, he turned his head slightly and placed a gentle kiss on the inside of your thigh.

“Soft ass thighs.”

A soft moan fell from your lips. You made sure Yahya’s face wasn’t in the shot. Your digits glided across the keyboard, adding a Nicki Minaj lyric as the caption, “My man full, he just ate💦😘.” You tapped the post button and laid your phone on the nightstand.

Yahya had just licked you to tears. No one knew about the two of you. That you started as best friends turned into a sneaky link. The both of you have secretly been trying to figure out what this was morphing into. Unsure of where things were going, you decided to keep things quiet. You both enjoyed teasing the people in your inner circle on IG (they were all extremely nosey). Thus the reason for posting said pic—that it would sometimes get a rise out of the other person was a bonus.

Yahya received a notification that you had posted. Still lying between your legs, he teased, “What thirst trap are you posting now?” He froze, seeing a picture of his current position. He huffed, “You for real?”

Yahya rolled over, still lying on top of your stomach. His hand rained down on your thigh.

“I thought this was supposed to be on the low? You damn near ripped my head off for telling my bro I was over here in the middle of the night. I guess the rules only apply to me,” Yahya grumbled. His face changed from frustration to a sly grin.

“Boy, calm down. Nobody’s going to know that’s you. That’s what makes it so exciting, you teased. “And why do you have that stupid grin on your face?”

“I just noticed the caption, so I’m your man now?”

“Don’t do too much. They’re just lyrics. Relax, my guy.”

“Yeah, right. When are we going to stop playing this game?”

“What game, Yah'?”

“Stop acting like this isn’t more than just a sneaky link now. I’ve been blowing your back out for over four months.”

“And I greatly appreciate it. Why do we have to get into specifics? We have amazing sex. No need to make it more complicated.”

“Are you dating anyone else? I know you better not be fucking anybody other than me, Y/N.”

“I’d hardly call a few dinner dates that haven’t gone past friends, dating. It’s been nothing but innocent, Yah'.”

His jaw ticked at the revelation of you being in the presence of another man’s company.

“For the record, I don’t make a habit of having more than one sexual partner. That’s your thing, not mine.”

“You refuse to let that shit go, huh? I slept with her one time! We had just started whatever this was at the time. I cut her off once I knew this wasn't a one-and-done situation. Who exactly did you go on a date with, sweetheart?”

The question and term of endearment dripped with jealousy. You took a deep breath, preparing yourself for more confrontation. There was no doubt in your mind that the answer would upset him.

“Michael. I know you don’t like him. We just went on two dates. Nothing happened, Yah'.”

He pulled into a seated position on the mattress.

“Out of all these thirsty ass dudes that beg for your attention. He had to be the one you said yes to. How many times have I told you that’s a waste of your time? How do I get you to understand that he just wants to knock you down?”

“Is that not what you’re doing with me?“

“Stop that shit. You know how I feel about you. Your ass doesn't want to hear it because you’re scared. We both know this could be so much more.”

“This is stupid. Why are we arguing? We’re not a couple. This is supposed to be easy and chill.”

“There you go deflecting as usual,” he sighed.

“Do you want me to delete the damn picture, Yahya? It’s the reason this conversation even took place.”

“No, no. Leave it up. You know what? You’re right, love. Lay back down. Let’s just enjoy each other’s company.”

Yahya was the least bit worried about your IG post. It was only for close friends, and he wanted them to wonder. Acting angry was just a means to an end. He had a reason to get his lick back. Now, he had an excuse for what he was planning.

Hearing you went on two dates with Michael sent jealousy coursing through his veins. He made a mental note to keep his enemies closer. Seeing that you were focused on the show, he went to Instagram. Yahya went to Michael’s page and added him to his close friends.

He wanted to see how your friends were reacting to your photo. He pulled up your page and skimmed through the comments. Yahya chuckled at your best friend's comment. In bold letters, she said, “Okay, best friend! I see you! No clue who that is, but get that head in your comfortable bed! Yaaasss👏🏾👏🏾👏🏾. I expect full details and a face reveal when we link tomorrow. I’m tired of all this damn anonymity.” Yahya laughed, knowing that you weren’t giving up any information.

Yahya waited two days before he put his plan in motion. He hit your line, inviting you for a movie night at his place. You were sure the night would end on your back with Yahya between your thighs. Anytime the two of you were alone, your hands always seemed to roam. Every time you two gave into temptation, it would go for rounds. Knowing this, you brought an overnight bag. He knew just how to put you to sleep.

Only twenty minutes into the movie, you were already at the edge of the mattress. Yahya placed you on all fours with your box braids wound tightly around his hand. He tugged at them, pulling you into the most perfect of arches. His free hand crept to the top of his nightstand. You were plunged deep into the throes of passion and hadn’t noticed him pick up his phone. The only light in the room came from the television. Pistoning in and out of your tight walls, he managed to open Instagram. Yahya needed it to be pitch black to pull off his scheme.

“Nobody watching this shit for real, baby. Alexa! Turn off the tv in the master bedroom,” he groaned.

The tv shut off as he pulled out and slammed back into your slick heat.

“Ye-yes. Fuck, baby,” you cried, arching your back deeper.

His face lit up at that. He continued giving slow, deep strokes as he recorded you both in the dark.

Yahya made sure this was for close friends only. With confirmation, he laid the phone on the mattress next to the two of you. He proceeded to put in work, going crazy in your walls. Your sweet, soft, and sensual moans were like music to his ears. You were used to Yahya laying some good pipe, but tonight he was on demon time. This man was trying to tear your walls down and ruin you for any other man.

“Feel me deep in your shit, baby?”

You moaned in response.

He thrust so deep that your hands instantly flew to his abdomen. You tried to push back against his stomach, wanting him to take it easy on you. He growled, binding your wrist with his free hand.

“Move your fuckin’ hands,” he half moaned, half growled. His hand let go of your hair and rained down, smacking and grabbing your left cheek. He slapped the right cheek before burying his digits in your braids again. “I thought you could take all of it, baby? That’s what you begged for. Right, love? Hmm? This ain’t what you wanted?”

You whimpered.

A faint “Please, Daddy” escaped your lips.

“What is it, baby? Use your words.”

“I can-ah!”

“Yes, you can, baby. You gon’ be my good girl, and take it,” he whispered, trailing kisses down your back, fully sheathing himself inside you. His length tapped that spot deep within you.

“Y-yes, baby, I’ll take it, g-give me that di-Yes, Yah'!”

Yahya tapped at your spot repetitively, sending you spiraling. You buried your face in the mattress, clawing at the bedding. Your release approached, barreling toward you like a freight train as you attempted to muffle your screams in the sheets.

“Good. Fucking. Girl. Each word was highlighted with another thrust. “Yeah, come just like that, mama.”

Satisfied with himself, Yahya ended the video and posted it to his stories. He hoped none of your closest friends would recognize your voice. There was only one person he needed to figure it out, Michael. Yahya knew you were going to throw a fit, but so long as nobody could see you. He felt he could get you to be cool with it. Leaning against you, he licked, nibbled, and kissed your shoulder. He was still plunged deep inside you and solid as a rock. Yahya’s lips trailed over to your ear. Releasing a deep groan, he rasped, “Hope you got one more in you, love. Daddy needs to come too. He pulled out until it was just the tip. About to respond, he plunged deep inside, forcing you to gasp. Yahya pulled two more orgasms from your body before spilling inside you.

He made quick work of getting a warm cloth to clean you up. You moaned at the sweet actions of his aftercare. Yahya smirked at how easily it was to turn you on. He swaggered into the bathroom and finished cleaning himself up.

Collapsing into bed, he pulled you closer and pressed his lips against yours. Rolling onto your side, you pushed back against him, making yourself the little spoon. Yahya’s hand crept from your thigh and up the side of your body. His large palm found its destination as it gently cupped your breast. His lips left light kisses on your shoulder and neck.

“You’re always trying to cop a feel,” you sassed, sucking your teeth.

“You know this is my emotional support Titty.”

“Shut up, Yah',” you giggled.

Yahya bit his lip and smirked as he tweaked your nipple.

“Uhn-uh! If you’re going to be on my body like this, your ass needs to behave and sit still. I’m exhausted thanks to your big dick bandit ass,” you teased.

“You know you like that shit,” he responded, tugging at your nipple again.

He pressed his semi-hard erection against you. The action caused your breath to hitch.

“Tell me you don’t want me again, and I’ll let you sleep,” he whispered, nibbling your earlobe.

About to reply sarcastically, you lost your train of thought as he dipped his hand between your thighs.

“You were saying something, love?”

“Fuck, you don’t play fair,” you panted.

“Come here, mama. Want you to ride me.”

Sliding down his length, it became clear you wouldn’t be sleeping anytime soon.

“Yah', baby,” you whined.

“I know, baby. I know. I’m going to make you feel good. Ride me, mama,” he urged, guiding your hips.

Though he had fallen asleep satiated and peacefully, his morning was the opposite. Yahya jolted out of his sleep as he struggled to breathe. You had covered his face with a pillow while chastising him.

“I just know your big-headed ass didn’t record us fucking and post it to close friends! Please tell me my eyes are deceiving me.”

Yahya's hand tugged at the pillow over his face. He snatched the pillow, throwing it across the room. He overpowered you, flipping you onto your back as he smirked.

“What’s wrong? You don’t want your side hoes to find out about me?”

“The only side hoe I have is you.”

“Naw, sweetheart. I’m your main dude. You’re just too stubborn to admit it.”

“Whatever! You better hope nobody recognizes my voice, freaky ass,” you kissed your teeth.

“Oh, I hope they do,” he smiled. “You’re not even mad, for real. I know that shit lowkey turns you on. Listen to those pretty little moans, mama.”

You did your best to bite back a smile but lost. Yahya licked his lips, giving you a million-dollar smile.

“I know I sound good. You ain’t gotta sweat me or nothin’.”

“I should’ve left the lights on while I recorded that shit. Give them something to really talk about.”

“You want to tell people we fuck so bad,” you teased.

“It’s going to come out sooner or later. I’ma make you mine, shortie. You can continue to run from it but in the end. You’re going to be mine.”

Wanting to avoid such a touchy topic, you switched the subject.

“Boy, shut up and feed me. I’m hungry. What’s for breakfast, best friend?”

Yahya smiled devilishly, “This dick.”

“Nasty ass. I want food, Yah',” you whined.

“That’s a whole ass meal, fuck you mean?”

Eyes rolling and smacking your teeth, he laughed.

“I forgot how cranky you can be in the mornings. Let’s get the baby’s tummy full. What do you want to eat, baby girl,” he responded in his best baby voice.

“Can you make french toast and bacon? You make it better than I do,” you asked in a cute tone.

“You know I can’t say no to that voice and face. Come on, spoiled brat,” he teased as he slapped your thigh.

Yahya scooped you from the bed, dangling your body over his shoulder. His hand grabbed a handful of your behind, giving it a loud smack.

“Ouch, Yah'! That hurt,” you whined.

“I didn’t mean to smack it that hard. My bad,” he smirked, rubbing the pain away.

“Lying ass.”

Carting you off to the kitchen, he got you fed and full. Neither of you had anything planned. The two of you spent the remainder of your Sunday binging television and ordering takeout.

When the time came for you to head out, Yahya felt his chest tighten. He was sad to see you leave. If only you two could figure out where to go from here. He’d have you sleeping in his bed every night. Little did you know, your best friend’s feelings for you had existed as long as the friendship had. He just never knew how to tell you. The chemistry and attraction lingered between the two of you. That is, until one drunken night, he did something about it. He fell back on his couch, missing you already, as his mind drifted back to that night.

You were spiraling down a black hole of heartbreak. Yahya came running to offer support and a listening ear to vent to.

His fist balled up, jaw flexing as his memory replayed the image of you opening the door.

Your eyes were bloodshot and glassy as you did your best to keep from crying again. Yahya’s heart sank seeing how distraught you were. He stepped closer to you, and in a low baritone, he said, “Hey, mama.” The sympathy in his soothing voice sent a fresh trail of tears rolling down your cheeks. He sighed as his arms snaked around your waist, pulling you as close as possible. Yahya’s chin rested on your head as you curled into his chest, body trembling as the tears flowed. “You’re going to be straight, mama. I promise I got you,” he soothed, rubbing his hands up and down your back. He gave you a minute or two to let it all out. Releasing you, he bent back, using the pads of his thumbs to wipe your tears. Yahya leaned forward, sweeping you up bridal style. “Let’s get you comfy on the couch. I’ll fix us some drinks and snacks. Then you can tell me everything, alright?” Giving him a faint nod, Yahya kicked the door closed. He made quick work of getting you situated on the couch. Yahya wrapped you in your comfort blanket. Gently kissing your forehead, he whispered, “Be right back, love.”

He called from the kitchen, “Are you in the mood for something light or heavy?”

“This calls for the hard shit. Bring the tequila. I don’t even need a damn chaser. Give me something that will make me forget the last twenty-four hours.”

Yahya strode back into the living room, alcohol in hand.

“What are you about to tell me, love?”

“Maybe you should take a couple of shots first.”

Yahya set the shot glasses and bottle on the coffee table. His hand ran down his face as he took a deep breath, “Am I going to have to beat his ass?”

You sat up straight, dropping the blanket around your waist. Pouring two shots, you answered, “Just promise me you won’t lose your temper.”

“No.”

“Yah', please,” you begged, voice trembling.

“The desperation in your voice tells me that I’m going to regret this, but fine, I promise not to lose my temper. What happened?”

“Drink first.”

Shots were thrown back, and you grimaced, pouring out two more. After the second, you started to pour another round, but Yahya’s hand gently grasped your wrist, “No-.”

A small whimper fell from your lips as his eyes grew. Yahya’s eyes darted from your weary ones down to your wrist. His hands were like lightning as he slid your sleeve up a bit.

“No, fuck that, mama! Is this a bruise?”

“You promised, Yah'.”

“Promises are meant to be broken. Where the fuck is his punk ass at?”

He sprang from the couch, searching his pockets for his keys.

“Where’s he at?”

“No, please, Yahya. You promised! I handled it.”

“Why are you protecting his bitch ass? Has he been putting his hands on you this whole time?”

“I’m not protecting him. I know he’ll press charges against you. It’s not worth it. This is the only time it’s happened, honestly!”

“Don’t lie for him. Tell. Me. Where. He. Is.”

“I’m not lying, Yah'. This is the first time. I handled it, I swear. You should see the side of his face. I smacked the shit out of him.”

“Did he hit you anywhere else,” he asked, checking your face and body for more bruises.

“No, I’m telling you the truth. We were arguing about him getting caught up in his lies and cheating. I told him I was done and that he needed to get the hell out of my house. This dude had the nerve to snatch my wrist, demanding I hear him out. I told him he was hurting me. His response was he didn’t give a fuck. That pissed me off, so I slapped him. He charged at me, and I kicked him in the nuts. How do you cheat on me with a bitch I called a friend and have the nerve to be mad that I no longer wish to be with you? The audacity!”

“I pray he tries to show up while I’m here.”

“He won’t. It’s over, and he understands that now.”

Yahya looked at you, not quite believing it.

“I told his ass if he tried contacting or coming near me again that you’d beat his ass. That or he was going to have a chat with Nina.”

“Thought you didn’t want me to put hands on him. You swear your ass is tough with that baby Glock. Who the fuck puts hot pink on the butt of their gun,” he retorted.

“I don’t want you to, smart-ass, but he knows you would. It was only said to get my point across that I was done with him. Not too much on my baby, Nina.”

Yahya sighed, frustrated that he’d have to keep his promise. He reclaimed his spot on the couch, crossing his arms irritated. You kissed your teeth, “I know you're not mad at me for keeping you out of trouble?”

“It’s whatever. He needs his ass beat, though,” he sulked.

“Just leave it alone, Yah'.”

“I heard you the first time.”

The room grew quiet. It stayed that way for a little while. That was until he heard you sniffling.

“I’m not mad at you, love. I just really want to rock his shit.”

“I know you’re not mad at me. It’s just.”

“What is it, mama?”

“Am I not good enough? Dudes do me dirty, and people I call friends turn out to be grimy. You’re the only person who has always been down for me. I’m so thankful for your years of loyalty and friendship,” you rambled, tears sliding down your face.

Yahya pushed his anger aside, taking a deep breath. His hands reached for your arm, pulling you into him. His palm cradled your head, guiding you to lie against his chest. He kissed your temple, speaking words of encouragement.

“That’s just god's way of making room for the real ones to come into your life, mama. You’re going to be alright, love. You’ll shake back from this. You’re strong, girl. The right man is out there. He’ll love you the way you deserve to be loved.”

As he held you, speaking enlightenment into you. Something shifted inside you. Not quite sure what the feeling was, you shook it off.

“More tequila,” you offered.

The pair of you went shot for shot. It only took a short time for you both to get drunk off your asses. In a drunken stupor, you both laughed as you recounted the numerous times you had to fake a climax with your ex. Yahya was in tears, holding his stomach, laughing uncontrollably.

“This man had to be talked through eating the box. Every. Single. Time. At what point do you finally get the gist of eating pussy? I can’t believe I stayed as long as I did.”

“Why did you stay?”

“The dick was big.”

A hand flew to your mouth, covering your lips, shocked at what you had just revealed.

“Sorry. That was probably too much information. I need to stop drinking,” you slurred, no longer able to look him in the eyes.

Yahya cupped your chin, forcing you to look at him.

“Not too much. That’s some pretty useful information,” he rasped.

Your breath hitched as you looked into his chocolate orbs.

“I don’t follow.”

“That’s what you like, mama?”

Yahya’s hand trailed to your neck. His fingers circled your throat, giving a light squeeze. You knew you should pull away, but your mind and body said two different things.

“Yahya,” you whispered.

“Answer me, mama. That’s what you like?”

You moaned, nodding your head yes. Yahya licked his lips at your response.

“I want to hear you say it, love. Tell me what you like. I want to make sure you understand what I’m trying to say,” he groaned.

The liquor urged you to take it further. You leaned closer, his hand still squeezing your throat. Lips only inches apart, Yahya watched in awe as you answered, breath tickling his lips.

“I love a big, long, thick di-.”

Before you could finish the sentence, Yahya groaned and devoured your lips. Not giving it a second thought, he slid you on top of his lap as your tongues battled for dominance. Hand still placed around your neck, you ground against his lap, loving the groan he released.

“I can see why that was useful information now,” you purred.

It was evident, even inside his jeans, you could feel that he was massively large. You pulled back, slipping your shirt off, dropping it to the floor. His eyes sparkled at the sight of your breast as he cupped them, kissing and suckling your neck.

“Are you sure this is what you want, mama?”

“Yes, I want you, Yah'. Fuck the pain away, please.”

Kissing your lips again, he held you close as he raised from the sofa. Arms wrapped around his neck. You tasted each other's lips as Yahya carried you to the bedroom. The following morning wasn’t even awkward. That’s probably because you woke up with Yahya’s head between your thighs. A serious discussion occurred over breakfast. Though you both decided it probably shouldn’t happen again, time would reveal that it was too late to turn back.

I know I left it on yet another cliffhanger, but that's my specialty😆. I got my lovelies, though. The fic is complete, so slide on over to part two. Before you go, leave a comment and tap the love button. Reblogs are greatly appreciated🫶🏾!

Gif Credit: @abdulmateens, thanks again for allowing me to use it for my mood board💗.

Divider Credit: @firefly-graphics.

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daneecastle · 1 year

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So I had an idea...

Sorry I've been away, life hasn't been kind.

(SPOILER ALERT for final episode in season 2)

Anyways, so I saw a post from @hattersarts with our Good Omens couple posing for their couple's picture in the bookshop. (Check out Hatter's blog to see what I mean)

Can you imagine living in Soho, having to see Mr. Fell and his Bentley-riding, grouchy partner and their cute little relationship shift around? The little drama scenes happening as well as its oddities? That POV ... it needs to happen. (And I don't mean just the shop owner's povs.)

Like, the famous break up at the end of season 2 (spoiler). But what about everything else?

@kotias said:

A little slice of life where you get the POV of the passers-by, the shopkeepers, the regulars, maybe a fair going on, and where the conversations flow

the regulars going to another shopkeeper's and asking all about that grouchy guy in black with the ginger hair and "strange, I didn't see him around lately, do you think they're still... you know...?"

Maybe the people living in the apartments upstairs from the shops and seeing the conclusion of a fight (aka Crowley storming out)

only to see him pop back again 2 days later

@daneecastle said:

Maybe a coffee regular who only comes to get their coffee just to see what these two are up to now and comes up with their own theories about the relationship.

An old lady who can't do anything but spy out her bedroom window in the upper apartments!

Lol I mean think about that old lady! She's seen them her whole life! Never changing! I'd never want to move. What if she's a closet romantic!

"Mr. Fell has worn the same outfit since I was a little girl!"

"A lightning bolt just zapped him while he threw a tantrum in the middle of the street!"

@mintounette finishes it with:

The POV of the guy that witnessed their "breakup" in s1!

(Then @kotias has the balls to post this image!)

Is anyone up for a collab? PM me and make this happen! Join the GOCC discord group! We already have a few projects in the making, and we are always open for more!

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allzelemonz · 1 year

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Letter Snoop: Micah Bell X Male Reader

Pronouns: he/him, Reader is referred to as 'man' and 'guy' Physical Sex: None Mentioned Rating: T/Language Warnings: Micah Bell is his own warning, Sadie is a curious cat, Sean never shuts up, Micah takes things well for him being Micah and all Summary: When Sean interrupts your trip into town with an urgent job, you have to give your letter to Sadie to post. Sadie, always the snoop, finds an interesting confession inside.

It makes you nervous, writing it down. But if you don’t tell your best friend the truth they would kill you if they found out some other way. Ever since you fell in with the Van Der Linde gang you’ve only been able to keep in touch with your friend through letters. This most recent one prompted a somewhat annoying question given the hundreds of exciting things that you go through on a daily basis. They could have asked about your most recent robbery or the new bounty on your head, but they asked if you were interested in anyone.

If you don’t answer them and they find out, they’ll kill you. They will. You know they will.

Which is why you carefully and nervously write his name down, just his first name. If you give them too many details they’ll know exactly who you’re talking about. He is an infamous outlaw after all. His bounties stack higher than yours, his list of crimes miles longer. So all you give them is: Micah, blond, fond of his guns, kind of an asshole.

You fold the page with careful precision and tuck it into the already prepared envelope, the name ‘Killgore’ scribbled on it. As you approach your horse to make the trip to the post office, you’re stopped by Sean. He’s bubbly, more excited than he should be.

“Hey there, big man.” He grins. “Dutch has got a job for us.”

“Now?” You ask.

Sean nods. “Now ‘er never.”

Behind him you spot Sadie and Charles by the wagon, about to make a trip to the general store for Pearson. You groan internally.

“Just a second, Sean.”

“Best hurry, Dutch said it’s highly time sensitive, it is.”

You walk quickly over to the wagon where Sadie turns to you with a half smile. “Hey, Sadie.”

“Hey, everything alright?” She asks, leaning against the wagon.

“I gotta go on a job with Sean.” You explain, pulling out the letter. “Could you post this for me?”

Sadie stands upright and takes the letter from your hands. “Sure. Good luck on that job.”

“Thanks.” You give her a small smile and rush back over to Sean.

The job itself isn’t too bad. A homestead that Dutch insisted be hit right away. The money is good too, even with that fifty percent going to savings. Sean talks your ear off the whole time, but it’s to be expected. Once you’re back at camp and Dutch has the savings, you retire to your tent and finally take your gun belt off. The missing weight feels nice, but you nearly jump out of your own skin when you turn to see Sadie standing at the tent’s entrance.

“What the hell.” You mutter, a hand going to your chest.

“Sorry.” She says.

“What’re you doing here?”

“I know I shouldn’t a’ looked. “ She sighs. “But I was curious.”

“Looked?”

“At yer letter.”

You had forgotten about the letter. All of Sean’s talking had you thinking about so many other things. “Oh.”

“So, that blond, gun obsessed asshole named Micah wouldn’t happen to be our Micah, would it?” She asks, a mix of concern and teasing in her tone.

“Shut up.” You mutter, heat rising from the embarrassment.

“Hey, I ain’t judging.” She laughs. “But Micah?”

“That sounds like judging.”

“I’m sorry.” She laughs again. “Guess I can’t help it.”

You sigh. “Don’t snoop in people’s letters next time.”

“After this, I promise.”

“Good.”

There’s a beat of silence before Sadie’s curiosity gets the better of her again.

“So why Micah?”

You close your eyes for a minute, unable to believe you’re in this situation. “I can’t explain it.”

“Guy like you has a lotta options ‘round here and you land on the greasy ass of a man?”

“Sadie.”

She meets your eyes and reads the annoyance. “Sorry.” She says.

“How about you forget what you read and I forget what I wrote. Okay?”

“Sure, sure.” She nods. “Sounds like a great idea.”

She turns to leave, but you call out to her and she turns back to face you.

“If anyone finds out about this, I’ll kill you. Slow.” You say.

A smile spreads over her face before she walks away. She won’t tell anyone. You’re sure she won’t--it may be denial. You’re too tired to think about it for now and opt to go to bed. It’s dark when you wake up, still night time. Not many people are up, just the usuals that drink well into the night or scarcely sleep. You go over to Pearson’s and grab what's left of the stew, still a little warm from some lasting embers.

“Nice night, eh, cowpoke?” Micah says, stopping a few feet from you.

You stop with your spoon halfway to your mouth. You let out a nervous cough and set the spoon in the bowl. Micah being around always makes your heartbeat a little faster, but after the letter it’s even worse. He has his hands resting on his gun belt like he usually does, but his head is tilted up and you can see his face for once.

“Yeah, nice night.”

He does that small cough that he does, swaying on his feet a bit. “Miss Adler has some interesting things to say.”

You steel your expression and look down so your own hat gives you some privacy. “That so?”

“Ya sweet on me, cowboy?” He drawls.

You shake your head. “No.”

He chuckles lowly. “Ain’t that a shame.” You can feel the flutter in your stomach as he takes the few steps towards you. “Anytime, cowboy. I’m right here.”

He puts a hand on your shoulder as he walks past you. Even when he’s disappeared into the trees you can still feel the ghost of his hand resting there. You drop the bowl, letting the stew sink into the grass and stomp over to Sadie’s tent. You said you’d kill her, it was only half a joke.

#red dead redemption 2 #rdr2 #micah bell #red dead redemption x reader #red dead redemption x male reader #micah bell x reader #micah bell x male reader #x reader #x male reader

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grxceful-ly · 5 months

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Hello there! I hope you're doing good!

19, 21 and 29 for the Fanfic Writers Ask Game!

hii thank you so much for sending me an ask!! i hope you're doing really well yourself. you picked some good ones and this got kinda long, i'm sorry 🙇🏻‍♀️

19. Give us a small teaser from one of your WIPs.

i'm going to take this opportunity to say that something in me does not allow me to fulfill all the multichapter, long fics of my dreams so i mostly share oneshots. i wish i could be like "this is from my [insert title here] au from chapter 14!!" or something. but alas. anyway, this is from my wip sequel to the sabezra secret relationship i wrote a while back. it's almost done, i'm excited to share the full thing soon!

Maybe the Ezra Bridger who wasn’t in a relationship with Sabine wouldn’t have said that. Maybe he would’ve been a little giddy—like, wow! Sabine is actually touching me! And isn’t completely averse to it! Maybe he should have said something like that. Or just. . .smiled? Or hugged her back? Sabine still wasn’t letting go. His heart ached a little. He let his arms come around her loosely, his gaze stuck to the floor. “So. . .” he started. But nothing else came out.

21. Have you ever deleted an entire scene after spending hours laboring over it? If so, why?

yes and no. i don't think i've ever had to delete an entire scene--usually i will spend a lot of time writing a scene or two and i hate it a little more than usual so i end up losing motivation for the entire project. this happens often. i don't like it.

however, sometimes i'll write a line i really like but in my heart i know it won't work for the overall goal of the paragraph or scene, so i have to delete it :( i mourn for like three minutes and then move on lol.

29. Share a bit from a fic you’ll never post OR from a scene that was cut from an already posted fic. (If you don’t have either, just share a random fic idea you have that you don’t plan on getting to.)

goodness, the amount of star wars time travel fix-it fics i've written in my mind. that's kind of where they stay. but occasionally i jot down a scene that has a chokehold on me until it goes away. i was going to share an anakin one, but for some reason i can't find my doc with that in it :') so you get this scene from my vostress wip where asajj goes back in time. this is kind of a cheat bc i don't know if it'll NEVER be posted, but as of now too little of it is written to share much more than these snippets. also there's very little interest in a fic like this versus my usual stuff lol.

Her eyes softened. “It is more important to reject that power and preserve those things. Understand me, Vos. Truly. There is no power that can take away the pain you feel. No power that is worth it for a fleeting sense of victory.” She realized she'd put a hand to his chest, naturally drawn closer as she tried not to plead with him. This was it. If he should ever listen to her, let it be now.

and for a bonus, here's an 'asajj takes omega to meet quinlan' snippet that was just for fun and will never again see the light of day lol!

“Your jedi?” Omega asked, eyes lighting up, glancing from one of them to the other. Vos flashed a lopsided smile at Ventress. “I love when she calls me that,” he said in that smooth, unserious but oh-so-truthful voice of his. Ventress's eyes slid to him, then went up to the sky in feigned annoyance as her hand fell to her side and she swiveled to walk away. “Come on.” Unfortunately, Vos and Omega were making quick friends. He was the type to do so; always had been, and it seemed she, too, was eager to befriend anyone she set her sights on. A horrifying pair.

#thank you again for the ask!#my writing #ugh i wish i had the mental capacity to write everything i wanted #some of y'all have like superpowers or something creating these entire intricate aus AND writing them #sabezra #vostress #star wars #star wars fanfiction #writing ask #dark disciple #star wars rebels #the bad batch #sorry if this post is actually Unreadable lol it's a mess

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dailydamnation · 6 months

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They Were Roommates... Eventually

An X-Addendum fanfic (Part one here.) (Also posted on AO3.) (Banner art by Chris Sprouse.)

THE FIFTH NIGHT

Being an X-Man was good. Being an X-Man was great. Being an X-Man was not a 9-to-5 job. Which was technically a good thing, since Kitty was too young to be allowed to have one of those. Didn’t feel that great, though, when the Blackbird landed—or crashed, of somewhere in between—in the hangar deep in the night. The others were still debriefing with the Professor or, and Kitty shuddered at the memory, decontaminating the team’s plane after their very long mission, but Ororo had very firmly taken Kitty by the shoulders, turned her towards the elevator to the mansion and told her to go to bed.

Kitty was not disobeying her. She simply had trouble finding her way when her eyes kept deciding to close on their own. At one point, she passed the lounge. The TV was turned off and there was no one there.

She heard the noises before she realized that she’d turned into the hallway with the guest rooms, where Illyana’s rarely occupied bedroom was located. Battle instincts pushed her drowsiness to the back of her mind... but only briefly, because she soon recognized the gasps and whimpers of someone having a regular old nightmare.

In front of Illyana’s door, Kitty hesitated, because she was dead on her feet and didn’t exactly feel up to helping anyone with their sleep issues before getting her own.

But then she rolled her eyes, because obviously she wasn’t going to leave anyone in the grips of night terrors, let alone Illyana.

She pushed open the door and stepped into the dark room, pushing the door shut behind her. The little moonlight shining in through the window was enough to see the sheen of sweat covering Illyana’s grimacing face.

“’Yana.” Kitty shook her shoulder, first gently, then more firmly. “Hey, ’Yana, you’re having a nightmare.”

Kitty had been ready to jump back if Illyana came awake with a start, but the opposite happened. The blonde girl stopped moving entirely, and then after a moment cautiously opened her eyes just a crack, as if afraid she might still find her nightmare around her. When she recognized Kitty, her body relaxed.

“Kitty? What?” Illyana said, rubbing her eyes and looking around to check that she was in her bedroom.

“You were having a nightmare,” Kitty repeated through a yawn.

Illyana’s face went blank. Still not ready to talk about those, apparently. Well, right now neither was Kitty.

“Kitty? Are you all right?”

She realized Illyana was frowning at her, and then realized that she might be swaying a little bit.

“Jus’ tired. Saving the world tha... that hates us and... stuff.”

She felt a hand take hold of her arm. “Come sit down for a bit before you fall and crack your skull.”

“Um. Not sure if I’d be able to get back up. Maybe I’d... I’d better... Oh.” Kitty blinked and found that she was already seated on the side of Illyana’s bed. “Well, just for a minute.” Then her head was lying on something soft, and if felt like her legs were being lifted onto the bed. That was nice.

* * *

When next Kitty woke, she opened her eyes to see Illyana watching her. Not in a creepy or even unsettling way—Illyana looked like Kitty felt, like she wasn’t sure yet if she was awake.

“Hi,” Kitty said.

“Hi.”

“Am I... in your bed?” The last thing she remembered was the flight home in the Blackbird, everything after was fuzzy. She had the distinct feeling that she needed a few more hours of sleep to function.

“Yes. You came here earlier tonight,” Illyana explained. “And you were dead tired. You fell asleep.”

“Oh...” Kitty felt her face going red. “Sorry. Sorry for being such a weirdo. I’m good now, I’ll leave you alone...” She began scrambling to get up, but a hand reached out across the mattress to stop her.

“No,” Illyana said, “no, it was good.” She made a face as if her mouth was trying to reject the words she was about to utter. “I was having a nightmare I couldn’t escape from. You came to wake me. Thank you.”

Kitty blinked, surprised by the admission even as her memories began to return. “Oh. Well, I hope you’ve had a bit more restful sleep since.” It was the only thing she could think of to say.

“I have, actually.”

“Must have been the relaxing company, right? Haha.” God, Kitty hoped she didn’t snore.

“It’s odd.” Illyana seemed to be thinking out loud. “Usually I’m more relaxed when I’m alone and I don’t have to worry about what other people might do while I’m asleep.”

That was a bit of a frightening admission, but it didn’t feel like the right time or level of wakefulness to address it. Instead, Kitty shut her eyes again, just for a moment.

* * *

The next time Kitty woke up, it was with the sun on her face and feeling more well-rested than she’d ever have expected from one such fractured night of sleep.

At some point during the night, Illyana had rolled over so that she was lying with her back to Kitty. The bed was not wide, and they were lying about as close together as they could without touching. Illyana never looked as much like her younger self as when she was asleep, but Kitty found that she was no longer looking for that little girl and had accepted the teenager instead.

The teenager was great. The room, on the other hand, was still terrible. The morning sunlight really showed off how empty and dull it was. How was Illyana ever going to acclimatize to life back in the world in a room this... lifeless? Maybe she wouldn’t go wandering about so many nights if she had a more welcoming place to stay.

Of course, then Kitty wouldn’t be able to run into her on many of those nights anymore. That thought came with a genuine pang of regret.

She thought about it for a second.

And who knew how much sleep Illyana was short on and she really should let the girl get as much of it as she could now that she was sleeping peacefully and Kitty was aware of all that—but she really needed to talk to Illyana right now, so she shook her awake.

“Hey, wake up. ’Yana, you there?”

Illyana’s eyes snapped open, and she cast a look of surprise over her shoulder.

“Oh,” she said. “You’re still here... Not that I mind! I’m not trying to chase you off, I swear, I just didn’t expect you to... stay.”

Kitty smiled. “I’m glad of the company, too. Who doesn’t like a sleepover with a friend?”

Illyana shuffled to turn around so that she lay facing Kitty, still very close.

With a look around, Kitty went on, “Although this is not the best place for it, this room is unsettlingly bare, I don’t know how you can take it...”

“I know...”

“...so I had a thought, I was thinking, do you want to come over to my room? Wait, no, I don’t just mean drop by, I have plenty of space, do you want to move your bed there and be roommates?”

After finishing her breathless rant, Kitty watched Illyana, waiting for her to process and respond. She wasn’t sure if it was better or worse that she’d just dropped the idea on Illyana without her reasoning. If they shared a room, Kitty would always be there if Illyana had another nightmare—although she’d never gotten one while Kitty was around yet, which was great, too. Kitty herself thought she might be less prone to go wandering the mansion in the middle of the night, too, if there was someone back in her room with her. And honestly, she just very much liked the idea of having Illyana around to talk to whenever she wanted, rather than only when they met up by unspoken agreement.

A lot of thoughts passed by on Illyana’s face, but under the surface and hard to decipher. Until she smiled.

“I think I’d like that,” she said then. “Yeah, I think I’d like that a lot.”

(Epilogue.)

#illyana rasputin #magik #kitty pryde #katyana #fanfic #they were roommates #writing

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starsscarmyceiling · 1 year

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ooo um I want to know about this merrical zombie fic 👀

Aww, thanks anon!

WOW, well, where do I even start with them?? THEY. The idea for this fic came from having an already started Reylo TLOU fic from my post TROS and TLOU 2 pains, and one day I sat down with myself and was like…but what if also Merrical though (much like I did with my neighbors AU bahahaha I have no self-control). Then the image of Cal wielding around two machetes fell into my brain and I was like OKAY THIS IS HAPPENING…

BUT THEN—I was like KATIE for the love of GOD please do not start another WIP, so it went on the back burner…for like a WHILE. I barely had an outline really, and then for quite some time I knew it was just going to be something I wanted to do down the line—but THEN—

Last October I got COVID for the first time, and well, I got into my TLOU 2 feels again (of which, that game was very hard for me) and was like UGHHHH WHYY, and idk I had a lot of time to kill…and oof well then started the absolute FEVER dream of me then writing the first 130k of this fic in two months. That was just insanity I cannot account for so much of that time. Everything just FLOWED out of me fuck have these two ruined my life.

Cal is traversing aimlessly (and has been for quite a few years) with his very well trained German Shepard, Beedee (who helps him hunt and kill infected), and he is in these woods realizing there are like not a lot of resources around…but he’s just hoping to find something…when he happens upon some featherfern he can harvest and is like OO!

Then he hears a sound snap and he only has milliseconds to react as a net is being set off around him, to which he ofc parkours himself out of it and was like damn that was close. He was going to leave, but then he’s like well actually what if I stick around for a minute and see who’s trap this is. Sitting up in a tree, Cal realizes he might just be lonely and want to see another person, and just before he’s about to give up—guess who comes onto the scene…

And GUESS how Cal decides to approach this situation??? It’s absolutely ridiculous I will tell you that:

“Sorry, that would have been me,” he said as she whipped around, and he supposed it wasn’t totally unexpected to be staring down the barrel of her rifle. Cal held up his hands.

“Give me one reason why I shouldn’t shoot you right now,” she demanded.

“Uh, well, I know you don’t know me, obviously, but…I swear we mean you no harm,” Cal insisted gently, still focusing on her weapon.

“We? How many of you are there?”

He let out a breath, tilting his head, “Just me and Beedee.”

Beedee barked, but the woman didn’t dare move, “This is your animal?”

“Yeah, yup,” Cal offered, sort of regretting the way it came out, “so…if you’re planning on killing me would you at least take care of my dog?”

Instead of entertaining anything he just said, she opted to scoff instead.

“So you just go around,” the woman said, stepping closer to him, “with your dog, and set off people’s traps? Why?”

“Uh,” he said as the gun was only inches from his face now, “I mean, I didn’t do it on purpose or anything.”

For the first time, she broke her focus on him, and looked over at the net again, but before Cal could fully relax, she grunted and reignited her ire.

“Did you tear a hole in it?”

“Well…I kind of, cut myself out of it when I was in midair—”

“You what?”

“What? Did you expect me to just lay back and let myself get caught in that thing?!”

She shoved the rifle at him again, “It would have made things a lot easier for me.”

Inhaling, his eyes flitted over to Beedee, who was now approaching them, “It’s fine Beedee, stay down.”

The dog did as he was told, sitting down once more, and Cal looked back over to the woman, “I really am sorry, alright? I didn’t even realize there would be anyone out here at all, let alone someone setting traps.”

“Do you have any idea how long it will take me to put it back up?”

“Well, I wouldn’t really suggest that because a torn net isn’t going to do you much good—”

She cocked the rifle’s chamber and narrowed her gaze, “Is this how you always talk to people who are literally brandishing a rifle in your face?”

In what was probably poor judgement, Cal nervously let out a chuckle, “Not…exactly, but…usually by this point the person would have made a decision whether or not they were going to shoot me—”

“And you think I won’t?!”

“No!” Cal shouted, moving his hands a bit in protest as he shook his head, “I mean—yes! Of course, I definitely still think it’s a possibility, but I kind of have this habit of talking too much when I’m nervous—”

“Something tells me that it is not just when you are nervous,” she said flatly.

“Look,” he tried to say as calmly as possible, “I can help you fix the net. I can even help you put it back up.”

She stood there for a couple of seconds, “Why?”

Cal thought the answer to that was obvious, “Well, I am the one who wrecked it, why wouldn’t I?”

“You’re acting as if we aren’t in the apocalypse. No one just does things out of the goodness of their hearts.”

A sigh escaped him, “I…realize that, but…I swear on the life of Beedee I have no other ulterior motive here.”

Again, she said nothing.

Cal closed his eyes for a moment, opening them again, “If I wanted to get away, I would have done it by now.”

“Oh, is that right?”

For an instance, Cal did nothing, but then he was swiftly reaching for her rifle before she could respond and had it pointed at her.

Then in what was the next few seconds, Cal watched her place her hands in the air, and now that he didn’t have a rifle in his face, he really got a look at her.

She was blonde, a few braids against her head with it all pulled back in a ponytail. Her skin was pale, and she had wide brown eyes that gleamed with amber as they realized the predicament she was in.

And as Cal stared on, her rifle in his grasp, he realized the one he was in.

She was goddamn stunning.

“Well,” she said, lowering her hands, placing them on her hips, “if you are going to shoot me with my own gun, just do it.”

She was the most beautiful thing he’d ever fucking seen.

Cal breathed shakily, “I’m not going to shoot you.”

Her eyes were still skeptical, but she didn’t move.

It was okay, he could definitely still have a conversation with this…ethereally…gorgeous…person.

It was fine.

“I told you…I would help you and I meant it,” he insisted, but she still narrowed her eyes nonetheless.

Cal relaxed his stance, “My name is Cal Kestis, and…I’m pretty handy with a knot or two.”

Her lovely countenance gave nothing away as he even lowered the gun all the way and offered it to her, “I even saw a rabbit just go by here. I can have Beedee on its tail no problem, so he could hopefully catch some food.”

She looked down at the rifle and then back at him. For a moment, Cal maybe thought that she was going to just take it back and shoot him, but, in what was probably considered a miracle, she took it back gently.

Cal let out an easy breath and smiled, “I can—”

“Cease your talking!” She demanded, to which he rapidly obeyed.

And…was that kinda hot?

No, it couldn’t have been.

“You are going to help me take this down and take it back to my home to patch up,” she said as she strapped the gun over her shoulder and walked over to the tree the trap was tied to, “and then you are going to leave after you put it back up. By yourself.”

Okay, so it was a little hot.

Oh, fuck.

“Alright,” he agreed, “let me just—”

She whipped her head at him, and he held up his hands, “Let me just get Beedee on that rabbit.”

Her head gave the slightest of nods, and she went back to untying.

Again, he let out a breath, and he had to quickly turn around himself, lest he lose himself in checking out the rest of her body, which was just downright unfair.

“Come ‘mere buddy,” Cal said softly, and Beedee trotted happily over to his master. He knelt down on the floor and let Beedee lick his face a couple of times, “alright, alright. We’re okay, huh?”

Cal gave him a few scratches behind the ears, “Good boy, now, I need you to track that rabbit that just came through here, okay?”

Beedee merely panted at him, so Cal pointed at the ground, giving the whistle that meant to track and hunt, which caused the dog to start sniffing right away.

Ever the great hunter, Beedee seemed to sniff out something right away, proceeding to follow it in the bushes, and then, he was off to hopefully find the bounty for them.

Cal turned back around, seeing her look in his direction as she finished untying the rope.

“So he is just going to hunt it?” She asked in a less hostile voice.

“Oh yeah, he’ll be fine. If he finds it, he’ll bring it back to us,” Cal explained.

“But we are going to be moving,” she pointed out.

Cal looked up, seeing that the net was caught up in the tree, close to where he was before.

“Well, he’ll be able to find me as long as you don’t live too far.”

She stood there, crossing her arms, “I live about one hundred yards to the east.”

“Oh, see! That’s like nothing, hey,” he said, “the net’s caught up there I can go get it down.”

Before she could say anything, he jumped up and grabbed the nearest branch, pulling himself onto it. Then, it didn’t take him long to find where it’d gotten stuck, so he quickly identified and solved the problem, to which the rest of the net fell to the floor.

He descended the tree, and then was jumping down again, his feet hitting the ground with another thump. For a moment when he looked up at her, he thought that she might have her rifle out on him again, but she was just standing there with her arms crossed.

She was staring at him, her eyes briefly looking up and down him, which made him nervously alert for more than a multitude of reasons before she was kneeling down and gathering the net.

Cal was immediately going to do the same, but then his eyes landed on the featherfern he was planning to harvest.

“Oh right, I was going to—”

“Do you have something better to do, monkey man?”

She was looking up at him incredulously, and he shook his head, his heart beating at the nickname she had suddenly given him.

“Uh, no,” he said, blinking a couple of times before he decided he could just come and get it later.

As Cal also now knelt on the ground, he felt anxiety spike through him, and he knew that he was never going to be able to shut his stupid mouth.

“It’s Cal,” he said out of nowhere.

Her head lifted to him with a raised eyebrow and he shrugged.

“In case you forgot—”

“I remember your name Cal Kestis,” she said, and then it did other things to him to hear his own name come out of her mouth as she stood with her side of the net, to which he quickly followed. She appeared to be about half a foot shorter than him, but she was still exceedingly intimidating, “I just prefer to compare you to a monkey due to your affinity for flouncing about in trees and your incessant chittering.”

She finished her sentence with gathering what she had of the net and slammed it into his chest.

His mouth was hanging open stupidly as he stared down at her. Their eyes met for the briefest, terrifying moment, before she was turning around and promptly walking off in a direction she obviously seemed confident in.

“Right,” he said, not sure if the whole ‘monkey man’ thing was meant to be an insult or not, but he just let himself breathe in and out before he was following her, presumably to where this beautiful, mysterious woman lived.

WE LIKE TO HAVE FUN HERE.

ALSO—I feel like I kind of have to put another preview in here…it’s kind of become a Thing™ in the Merrical server to say “giving someone a haircut” is to express care for someone as a metaphor. After Cal and Merrin have been traveling together and have grown close, Cal still has a difficult time like ever advocating for himself or anything he needs. It’s very easy for him to take care of everyone else instead, and he again, never even knows how to ask for anything in return. So one day, Merrin comments on how Cal's hair has grown longer, and he's like oh yeah I guess it has I've been meaning to take care of that, but then Merrin just--offers to cut it for him, which just like makes his mind explode. It just meant so much to him that she would offer without even having to ask. SO…I suppose I wanted to share some of that scene too considering what it’s meant to all of us…✂️💕✂️💕✂️💕

Both of her hands were on either side of his head now while she was still in front of him, and she seemed to be testing the length of hair out with her fingers from what it felt like.

For some reason, he thought it was pertinent to open his eyes now.

There she was, practically eye to eye with him as her fingers sought purchase on his scalp, and it was only made worse when she flicked her gaze to his.

Despite all of the anger she had just been projecting, Merrin’s countenance seemed completely softened now. And her coffee brown eyes were scanning all over his.

What he felt in that stare was the most beautiful sunset cresting into the distant mountains, and up until this point in his aggrievedly ambivalent existence, those mountains always felt like they were so impossible to reach, too far to even fathom before the darkness settled over.

But now?

With her here with him?

He was there, at the summit and letting the last of the sun’s rays warm his skin, like she was his guide, his refuge, in the night.

What a simple change, it seemed.

Or, at least it did in this moment.

And fuck he felt like Beedee whenever Cal scratched at just the right spot, and the dog turned into a melted mess on the floor, belly up and ready for all the pets.

Cal was certainly belly up now with her hands still so gently trekking their way through his hair.

“Hm,” he let out in a completely unwitting manner because he really was a fucking mess, and his eyes blinked slowly at her.

“Sorry,” she whispered softly with a bit of a lift in her voice, “I am just trying to see if everything is even.”

Cal practically wheezed at her. Apologize? She was apologizing?

He was about to lay down on the goddamn floor and tell her she could do whatever she wanted to him.

His mouth was a bit ajar as a brief exhale escaped it.

“It’s fine,” he finally attempted to convey, “take your time Mer…”

In another practically perfunctory action, he offered her a smirk. And he probably looked like an idiot, but—

He felt, for once in his whole miserable goddamn life where he thought for so long the only good place he had any more was in his memories…too special to care.

People just simply—didn’t do things like this for him, even before when he was at the base.

And it wasn’t their fault, really. It’s not like Cal knew how to ask for anything pretraining to himself or of his needs ever at all. That is another reason why taking care of everyone else came so easily to him.

So to see Merrin here now, so delicately weaving herself into his soul, it could have practically brought him to tears if he wasn’t careful.

This whole experience was certainly surging him through quite the myriad of emotions.

And Merrin was just giving him a fucking haircut.

But he wanted to reach for her now, turn his head so he could kiss at her wrists, slide his hands over her arms and slowly beckon her to sit in his lap now for an entirely different reason, so he could just hold her, show her his gratitude.

And if that led to him being able to lay his face gently on her cleavage, then that was just something he was willing sacrifice for the greater good of such an expression of thanks.

“Alright,” Merrin gently concluded as her hands, much to Cal’s dismay dropped and fell away from him, but they ever so briefly fell to his upper chest, where he was seriously about to raise his hands to place over hers in order to return the sentiment, but then she was actually standing up straight again.

Her eyes seemed to be taking him in, or more than likely examining her work, even though they lingered in certain places that Cal wished he could know so he could meet her there.

“I think it is complete enough,” she resolved now.

He was going to need about five to fifteen hundred business days to recover from that.

“Mm, okay,” he said, feeling like he had almost fucking disassociated for an actual positive reason for the first time in his life, which he honestly didn’t know was a possibility for him.

Cal did live in and inhabit a body, that’s right.

Why didn’t he just slide his way back into that thing, that ginger thing on the chair that was completely at this woman’s mercy.

Luckily, Merrin seemed to be able to pick up the slack when it came to human interaction.

“Would you like to go see it?”

He would like to go do literally anything she suggested.

His head trailed up her form as he breathed out though his nose. Their eyes met, and hers seemed to be surprisingly not impatient, but just waiting. Waiting for him to finally figure out how to be a person again.

A slow grin formed on his face, “Yeah. I’d like to see it.”

Finally, he recalled that he possessed leg muscles and used them to stand up.

Merrin was there, and he felt like he was drunk. Fucking inebriated off of her presence.

“Come on Cal Kestis,” she stated, taking him by the arm as she picked up one of the candles on the counter.

I am going to follow this woman to the end of actual time, he thought to himself.

And he would—he would stand there with her, until the sun rose again.

OOF, Cal Kestis, you are fucking in for it.

Yeah, idk what it is about these two in particular, but dear LORDT. They have…they have really fucked me UP.

Buuut, yeah, a lot of moving parts in the works rn before I post this. But believe you me, so soooo very eager to share…you DON’T even fucking know.

This was so much fun guys!!! Thank you SO much for all of your asks in this game

#WOW okay i got through them guys!#thank you so much for all of the asks this was so much fun!#i cannot wait to show you guys all of these #and...btw...incoming haircuts are under the cut 😏#✂️✂️✂️#y'all are awesome i love us!#also these two are HELLA dumb fr #fanfic #my fanfic #merrical fanfic #merrical #wip title game #ask #scitpq

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Fungus writes more of his EoS AU.

After this, I might wind up posting a bit out of order. But! This is where a few things get set up! This is also where I introduce some music! It's just something I think fits the scene.

It's been a few weeks! Bidoof, expectedly, is trying to be as friendly and helpful as possible.

Yes, weeks. Looks like the timeline's going a bit slower. Thank goodness for that. I'd hate having a month, give or take, to prepare for the dark future.

Shalvy, too. Does having someone who treats him like a normal person is surprising? I guess my brand of baseline respect for all people is effective. It's too bad I have to hide so much from you.

Though... Something's concerning. I bumped into Drowzee and nothing happened. Was it because I already know about i-

"Ah! Sorry, Mr. Chatot!"

He was annoyed. First off, how casually the vulpix acted! But at the same time, the child was running himself ragged. One expedition a day? Sometimes two if they line up? The exploration notice board's been seeing a lot of use from the little one! But... that pace wasn't enthusiasm. Ennil looked horrified at the very concept of a break.

"Ack! Please watch yourself, Ennil! It would reflect badly on us if..."

I didn't hear what he said after that, I was instead thrust into something.

"You... Never trusted me?"

It was cold. Damnably cold. I could see the heartbreak all over him. What happened?

"..."

I couldn't make out the other voice. The blowing wind obscured it from me.

"But I-"

"..."

"!"

Who are you? What's going to change? I should warn Chatot, but he doesn't see me as someone to acknowledge yet. Blast, the future's already going to be screwed up, what's ne-

"ENNIL!"

"Wh-huh!?"

"Are you alright? You fell over."

"Oh, sorry! I did some training with Bidoof earlier today. I must be more tired than I thought!"

"Well, glad to see you're so enthusiastic! But don't overdo yourself, either! You have to know your limits."

If only. If something's going to change, I have to prepare as much as I can. Me reaching the end of my endurance is the baseline of where I need to be.

"Apologies, I need to do as much as I can. Then the other members won't have to worry as much!"

Preparation is key, I need to learn this desperation to survive the future.

That's a lie. He spoke very rigidly, and what kid uses the word 'apologies!?' Still, it looks like how he's acting has lined up roughly with Chatot's first impression.

"Still, you should leave some low-ranked missions for the others. And your partner's been looking exhausted lately, too!"

"A-ah, right. Sorry, Mr. Chatot."

This kid's not sorry at all! He should be taught a lesson before he hurts himself!

"No! For the rest of today and tomorrow, you're to be barred from taking any missions or going on expeditions! You can clean and help around the town in the meantime. Shalvy will be reassigned to do some expeditions with Bidoof."

For a single moment, Chatot saw it. Terror, plain and simple. Not the look of a chastised kid, or one scared of punishment, that's for sure.

"...Yes sir." Well. That puts a bit of a wrench in my plans. How annoying.

What are you running from, Ennil? If anyone, he should at least be able to tell the vice-guildmaster. Everyone's willing to help, if only he opened up.

...

Turns out, doing work for the Kecleon Brothers was pretty easy! And a bit relaxing, too. It was nice getting to let loose and actually use some of my old skills.

They kept an eye on him just a bit to start. Give the kid some simple jobs for the shop, make him happier, maybe a slight discount on their next purchase over 1000 poke too! Then the little bastard went and started doing things that were definitely not childlike.

That's another Gravelyrock. A few quick jots here and there cleared that up.

"What's the tax rate again?"

...

"I think there might be an error in the pricing here. Are you doing a markdown?"

"Oh, that's a sale we're doing! Draws in the thrifty types."

"Makes sense! Gotta have some way to get the stingy folks to make a purchase."

...

"Hey, you think we could hire this one in the future?"

"He's strange, that's for sure."

Strange was an understatement. He was already on par with some of the newer Kecleons in the business, and it still looked like he was holding something back.

Still, the brothers were quite happy to have him working for the day. Most ADULT pokemon would have gotten a headache by noon with all the numbers floating around. The vulpix hardly complained and stayed even to the closing times.

"Say, Ennil. What might be your thoughts on working with us?"

"Oh! I could do some work from ti-"

"Genuine thoughts, please. You're good, but we can smell a performance from a mile away."

"..."

"Blight, am I really that obvious?"

"Pfft-!"

The whiplash going from hopeful, somewhat happy kid to the tone of someone who tripped and lost newly bought reviver seeds proved too much for the younger brother, who burst into laughter.

"Keheh! No, we're just good at sniffing out con artists and folks putting on a show. Too many of them try to get discounts for some reason or another."

"Oh, that makes sense."

"Children also aren't supposed to know about the concept of a tax well. Especially not the one involved with merchants."

"...Right. Forgot about that."

"So, thoughts?"

"I'd have to ask Chatot, but that sounds good."

"Khhheeh... Ahem, sorry, sorry! Please do! It's wonderful to have someone who knows enough to keep up."

"Oh, and before you go..."

They kept an eye on him a bit earlier, too. So, a bit of an investment now might mean a much bigger payoff later!

"WHA-AKC-"

I'm a bit glad my voice brought me into a coughing fit. A lot more talking today than I was used to. Definitely terrified that they knew I was wanting a stronger fire move. But Flamethrower? That might just be what I'll be needing.

...

"I force you to take a break, and you find a way to do more work."

"..."

"I already heard it from them earlier in the day. The two were very enthusiastic about your help. Just-" Chatot sighs. By Arceus, this kid's going to make him retire early. "We'll figure something out. Klefki should almost be done with dinner."

"Alright!"

Strange Journal, page 2.

𝑊𝑒𝑙𝑙, 𝐼'𝑚 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑏𝑎𝑏𝑙𝑦 𝑔𝑜𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑒 𝑢𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑎 𝑗𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑛𝑎𝑙/𝑑𝑖𝑎𝑟𝑦 𝑡𝑜𝑜. 𝐴 𝑗𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑛𝑎𝑙 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑒𝑞𝑢𝑖𝑣𝑎𝑙𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝑒𝑙𝑑𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑐ℎ 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤𝑙𝑒𝑑𝑔𝑒 𝑖𝑛 𝑖𝑡, 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑙𝑙. 𝐼𝑡𝑠 𝑠𝑢𝑟𝑝𝑟𝑖𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑙𝑦 𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑦 𝑡𝑜 𝑤𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑠𝑒 𝑝𝑎𝑤𝑠, 𝑡𝑜𝑜. 𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑦'𝑣𝑒 𝑔𝑜𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑠𝑒 𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑙𝑒 𝑡𝑜𝑜𝑙𝑠. 𝑇ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑘𝑓𝑢𝑙𝑙𝑦, 𝐼'𝑣𝑒 𝑔𝑜𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑖𝑛𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑐𝑡𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑚𝑦 𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑐𝑖𝑒𝑠, 𝑠𝑜 𝑖𝑡'𝑠 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑝𝑙𝑒𝑡𝑒 𝑎𝑠𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑤𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑒.

𝑆𝑜, 𝐼'𝑚 ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝐼 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑑𝑜 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔. 𝐶𝑢𝑟𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑔𝑜𝑎𝑙𝑠 𝑖𝑠 𝑠𝑢𝑟𝑣𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑔𝑟𝑜𝑤 𝑎𝑠 𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑜𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑠 𝑝𝑜𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑏𝑙𝑒, 𝑢𝑠𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝐴𝑝𝑝𝑙𝑒 𝑊𝑜𝑜𝑑𝑠 𝑚𝑖𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑎𝑠 𝑎 𝑏𝑒𝑛𝑐ℎ𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑘. 𝐼𝑓 𝐼 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑠𝑢𝑐𝑘𝑒𝑟𝑝𝑢𝑛𝑐ℎ 𝑆𝑘𝑢𝑙𝑙 𝑎𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑒𝑛𝑑 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑎 𝑝𝑜𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑓𝑢𝑙 𝑒𝑛𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ 𝑓𝑖𝑟𝑒-𝑡𝑦𝑝𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑣𝑒, 𝐼 𝑚𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑏𝑒 𝑎𝑏𝑙𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑟 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑏𝑜 𝑏𝑎𝑐𝑘 𝑜𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑚! ℎ𝑖𝑔ℎ 𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑏𝑒𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑏𝑜𝑑𝑖𝑒𝑑, 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑜𝑟𝑒𝑡𝑖𝑐𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝐼 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑤𝑖𝑛. 𝐴𝑠 𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑠 𝐼 𝑑𝑜𝑛'𝑡 𝑙𝑜𝑠𝑒 ℎ𝑜𝑟𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑜𝑢𝑠𝑙𝑦, 𝑖𝑡 𝑚𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑚𝑒𝑎𝑛 𝐼 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑙𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑎𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑒𝑛𝑑. 𝐷𝑒𝑝𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑜𝑛 ℎ𝑜𝑤 𝑖𝑡 𝑔𝑜𝑒𝑠, 𝐼 𝑚𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑛𝑒𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑜𝑟𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑑𝑒𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑎𝑡𝑒 𝑚𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑢𝑟𝑒𝑠, 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑍𝐼 𝑜𝑟 𝐷𝑇. 𝑆𝑜𝑟𝑟𝑦, 𝑗𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑛𝑎𝑙, 𝐼 𝑤𝑜𝑛'𝑡 𝑏𝑒 𝑎𝑏𝑙𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑤𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑜𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑜𝑓𝑓-𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑦𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑠𝑒𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑎ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑑 𝑜𝑓 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒.

𝐼𝑡'𝑠 𝑏𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑓𝑢𝑛 𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑡𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑝𝑒𝑜𝑝𝑙𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 ℎ𝑒𝑙𝑝𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑜𝑐𝑐𝑎𝑠𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦, 𝑡𝑜𝑜. 𝑊ℎ𝑖𝑙𝑒 𝐼 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑘𝑒𝑒𝑝 𝑔𝑜𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑠 ℎ𝑎𝑟𝑑 𝑎𝑠 𝐼 𝑐𝑎𝑛, 100% 𝑐𝑎𝑛'𝑡 𝑏𝑒 𝑎𝑐ℎ𝑖𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒; 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒'𝑠 𝑔𝑜𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑒 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒𝑠 𝐼 𝑛𝑒𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑔𝑖𝑣𝑒 170%. 𝐼𝑡 ℎ𝑒𝑙𝑝𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑠 𝑖𝑠 𝑔𝑜𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑠𝑙𝑜𝑤𝑒𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑛 𝐼 𝑒𝑥𝑝𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑑. 𝐴𝑛𝑑 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑜𝑐𝑐𝑎𝑠𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑔𝑖𝑣𝑒𝑠 𝑚𝑒 𝑏𝑜𝑛𝑢𝑠𝑒𝑠, 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑏𝑒 𝑝ℎ𝑦𝑠𝑖𝑐𝑎𝑙 𝑔𝑎𝑖𝑛 𝑜𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ 𝑔𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑠. 𝐼 𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑙𝑙 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑔𝑒𝑡 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑦, 𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ. 𝑆𝑜 𝐼 𝑐𝑎𝑛'𝑡 𝑠𝑙𝑎𝑐𝑘 𝑜𝑓𝑓.

𝑆ℎ𝑎𝑙𝑣𝑦 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝐼 𝑠𝑝𝑙𝑖𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑡-𝑏𝑢𝑓𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑖𝑡𝑒𝑚𝑠 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑆𝑝𝑜𝑖𝑛𝑘 𝑒𝑞𝑢𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦. 𝐼𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑦 𝑒𝑛𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ 𝑡𝑜 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑐𝑒 ℎ𝑖𝑚 𝑡𝑜 𝑎𝑖𝑚 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑎 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑒 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑣𝑦-ℎ𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑛, 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝐼 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑏𝑒 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑛𝑑 ℎ𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑐𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑖𝑐𝑎𝑙 𝑝𝑜𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑠 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑏𝑎𝑐𝑘. 𝐶ℎ𝑎𝑡𝑜𝑡 𝑔𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑚𝑒 𝑎𝑛 𝑜𝑑𝑑 𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑘 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡. 𝐻𝑒 𝑔𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑚𝑒 𝑎 𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑘 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑔𝑢𝑖𝑙𝑑 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑚𝑖𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑟𝑎𝑡𝑒, 𝑡𝑜𝑜. 𝑆𝑡𝑖𝑙𝑙, 𝐼'𝑚 𝑜𝑛-𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑘 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑠𝑢𝑟𝑣𝑖𝑣𝑎𝑙 𝑠𝑜 𝑓𝑎𝑟. 𝐻𝑜𝑝𝑒𝑓𝑢𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑐𝑘𝑠.

#explorers of sky #pmd eos #pokemon mystery dungeon #pmd #AU tag: Locked to Rails

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noonelolsthings · 1 year

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First post!

Summary: you are sleeping over at the Chateau with JJ, and you get your period and bleed through your shorts onto the sheets.

JJ x fem reader

You and JJ constantly have sleepovers at the chateau in Big Johns old room that he has claimed as his own. Sleeping over at the chateau is one of your favourite things, your boyfriends scent in the room, his comfy bed, and the cuddles throughout the night.

It’s 9am is the morning still dozed, and wishing you hadn’t woken up you lay in JJs bed. His arm is sloppily wrapped around your waist, which still gives you butterflies in your stomach even though you and JJ have been dating for 4 months now. You turn on the bedside lamp to illuminate the room with a warm glow, and you reach for you phone. Your phone reads 9:07, With your favourite photo of you and JJ at the beach as your Lock Screen. A sudden sharp pain hits your lower stomach then your lower back, you place your hand on your stomach and push down.

“Did I eat something off yesterday”

Is the first thought that comes to your mind, as the pain continues it clicks. “Shark week”. You sit up immediately, lifting JJs arm up by his wrist and moving it off of you. You stand up to head to the bathroom (which is already fully stocked with pads, tampons, and medication which JJ insisted you needed to have at the chateau). You Swiftly stand up, glancing at the bed you see a large dark red stain on the light blue cotton. Raising you hand to your open mouth you feel tears swell in your eyes, short breaths are escaping in and out of your mouth. You stand over the bed for a couple of minutes staring at the stain. A hiccup escapes from your mouth and JJ looks up to you, his face puffy and his eyes still half shut.

“Y/N what’s wrong” he says whilst reaching his arm out to you

“I- j im sorry. It wa-s an accident” tears rolled down your cheeks as you stood there sobbing

JJ still completely confused reaches out to pull you closer. A horrified look falls on your face and he stops pulling at your arm “your scaring me what going on!” He said sternly, rubbing his eyes to try and clear his vision.

taking a breath “I bleed onto your sheets J.” You respond removing your hand away from your mouth

JJs face still confused he looks at the stain, than back up at you “OMG, Y/N what happened are you okay, where are you bleeding” a worried look fell upon his face, whilst he looks at you up and down.

“JJ, I got my period” you say still sobbing, and wiping a tear off your face. The worried look vanished off of JJs face.

“Is that it? It’s okay princess don’t worry” he pauses, his face lights up “ here, why don’t you go for a warm shower, and I’ll get you a change of clothes. Whilst your in the shower I’ll replace the bed sheets, okay?” He hops out of bed and rummages through his clothes

You stand their staring at your beautiful boyfriend, “aren’t you mad J? I bled through your sheets” JJ looks at you with an eyebrow raised “why would I be mad, it’s no big deal it’s just blood Y/N” he says whilst still rummaging through a drawer

“I don’t know, I thought you would have been disgusted by it” you say as you rub the back of your neck. JJ looks back up at you, this time stopping everything he is doing “why would anyone be disgusted by that, it’s fine I’m not the slightest bit mad baby, seriously go for a shower and put on some fresh clothes, then afterwards we can go back to sleep” he responds, you nod and make your way to the bathroom to have a warm shower.

JJ knocks at the bathroom door, he opens it ajar and places a pile of clothes on the floor “here you go princess, one of my shirts, fresh undies and some sweat pants” he says slightly sticking his head in behind the door, unashamed of checking you out “thank you! I love you” you yell out whilst washing your body with a vanilla body wash. “Love you to” JJ shouts back as he heads back to the room.

Returning to the room, a lowly lit light is turned on. JJ has lit a candle, replaced the sheets and put a fuzzy blanket on your side of the bed. You stand in awe as JJ rolls over and looks at you “better my love?” He reaches his hand out and you grab a hold, placing yourself on the bed. “much better” you respond whilst grab the duvet and pulling it over yourself. JJ pulls you closer, and you rest you head on his chest whilst he has his hand under your shirt tracing his fingers on your back, which he knows you like so he does it all the time. You snuggle in getting comfortable, timing your breathing with his. You lift your head to look at JJ “thanks” you say in a soft voice, he looks at you and smiles gently and places a hand on your cheek “it’s okay Y/N, I will always look after you” you smile back, placing your head back on his chest.

“My god I am one lucky girl” you think to yourself.

You both slowly drift off and sleep until 12.

#jj mayback x reader #jj maybank #jj obx #obx #obx x reader

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flowers-for-em · 7 months

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ok ok so im posting this lil tid bit of a wip that i abandoned lemme know what you think :D

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Ezra

It happened on September 24.

The day my already crumbling life fell apart even more.

And all because of

H E R.

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I push the school doors open and walk inside ignoring the stares that follow. They burn into my neck and brand me.

I walk past the whispering students, the resentful teachers, everyone.

I used to be not popular but not an outcast either. I was known, teachers smiled at me, people waved and said hello. Not anymore. The only hope for a word from anyone now is a teacher telling me I have homework. But even then it isn't more than a few sentences.

When I reach my locker, I don't bother to look at the hateful words written, taped, stuffed on and inside it.

Just one more.

One more step.

One more day.

You can do it.

Just one more.

I pull out my books and wish to every god that has ever existed to bring back Emerson. She is my best friend. My ride or die. My everything. And she had left for an overseas trip to France, a eight week ballet workshop, just before the incident. Emmie deserves it though. Its her dream to go to one of these workshops and she had finally made it happen. I'm proud of her. She texts me relentlessly, making sure I'm okay, but no matter how much she wants to come home, I refuse to let her give up her dream.

So I wait. Wait for her to come home. Another two weeks and she'll be home and I doubt I'll ever be let out of her sight.

I smile softly and look at the photo - slightly crinkled but still bright - of me and Emerson standing out the front of the local ice cream shop with sundaes and goofy smiles. We were twelve.

"Why is she even smiling? Planning her next murder?" That wipes the smile of my face. Because when you've been accused of murder you can't be happy. Can't even smile. Why should a monster be able to be happy?

I shut my locker and turn to walk to my homeroom the crowd of students parting like the red sea when I walk by.

One more class.

I silently walk into the classroom head down hugging my books to my chest like your average nerd in the movies. The room quiets, and the whispers start. The bells rings.

The homeroom teacher Mrs. Owen quiets the class and starts role call.

And then she arrives.

Lacey Burgess walks into the classroom with a bright smile on her face, waving at the teacher. "Sorry Ms. I dropped all my books and it took a while to pick them up." Anyone with their head screwed on right would see that that was a lie. But Lacey being Lacey Mrs. Owen just smiles and nods her head continuing role.

Lacey smiles and makes her way to the back of the classroom where her seat was saved by her friends. Her eyes flick to me once almost in pity. But I don't want it, not from her anyway.

The interesting thing about being framed for murder is that everyone hates you - that's fucking obvious - but usually they hate your family as well. It doesn't apply to Lacey apparently though. As soon as it was said I was a killer, people were reaching out to her to say they were sorry she was even half related to a monster. They were saying sorry to her.

Her Mom, even my fucking Father. They were sorry he had unwillingly raised a monster.

But he is the monster.

Lacey is the monster.

Pippa is the monster.

But no one would ever believe the girl who killed Mr. Winter; the richest man in the state let alone the town. Not when her supposed "family" are supporting the Winters. Telling them that I'm the killer. That they'll do anything to help.

Not then.

#ems writes #LEMME KNOW WHAT YOU THINKKKK

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creedslove · 1 year

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SIGH.

Sigh. Sigh. Sigh.

Stupid fucking cowboy. I just can't feel bad for him. He did this to himself. Asking for forgiveness doesn't fix what he did wrong. It doesn't undo the damage. Even apologizing for his hateful attitude and cruel words in the last chapter kinda fell flat. So I for one am glad that Mom said no to them getting back together. Yes forgiveness is absolutely possible but it's like breaking a plate. It doesn't undo the brokenness.

I am curious where you're headed with her already having someone else in the wings. Clearly not someone Wyatt has met yet? Although I doubt that Jack will ever do anything to ever risk Wyatt's happiness. And he should be the one allowed to make his confession to Wyatt when he's old enough. That sort of thing is necessary in order to minimize the damage it might do to their relationship. Keeping it a secret would be wrong and a potential landmine.

I dunno if you've been paying attention to the latest drama in the fandom but some looney posted something on insta about being heartbroken by Pedro and it was so vague with so little detail as to how she and her friend approached him and how she was apparently rejected that I'm sure Pedro is in the right, but it makes me sad. I knew all those wild fan sightings and selfies and him saying how he likes it when people recognize him (admittedly this was in interviews before he got huge, it was Agent Whiskey days, lol) were going to come back and bite him in the ass. All the attention boosts his ego, he ate it up, he was so nice and accommodating and of course this attracts someone who thinks it's a good idea to cross countries and spend thousands of dollars on the outside chance she gets a celebrity encounter. But he didn't know all that background, he doesn't know her from anyone. And if she shouted it at him I'm sure it freaked him out. But anyway, the reason it makes me sad is because this is what happened in the last fandom I was in, and the attention pretty much poisoned that celebrity's relationship with his fandom and really ruined it. I really hope it doesn't happen to Pedro. Sigh.

Sorry to dump this on you, I don't really have anyone else to talk to about fandom drama, lol

Angst Anon (tonight the angst is self directed, apparently 😭🤣😏)

Aww Jack did so wrong with reader and Wyatt he still has a long way to pay and suffer the consequences of his actions. I think reader is really good for letting him in as the father of her son because as she said herself in the story, Wyatt already loves him, so she would be fighting a lost battle. Now, about their future is still uncertain, I don't think we will get to the point in the story where they will tell Wyatt what happened because that'd require him being older and I don't plan on doing time skips that could be that long, but I guess it doesn't matter who tells him the truth, it won't change the fact his heart will break. I also haven't thought much about reader's boyfriend, but that will be developed better in the upcoming chapters, that's for sure.

Now, about the whole Pedro drama from yesterday, I have to strongly disagree with you, anon. Absolutely none of that was Pedro's fault, just because he is nice accessible to his fans, it gives creepy people like that woman no right to treat him like landmark or object they can visit at any time they please. Honestly, I think Pedro is a SAINT for taking so much bullshit from people who claim to be his fans and won't respect him and the harassment of the media. But that woman, was another level. First of all, she started her text by stating she had traveled across countries just to see him, apparently she had a gift ready to hand him and she claimed to have painted her nails his favorite colors I mean please wtf and then, when people commented on her post, accusing her of being a stalker she got offended and contradicted herself by saying she was in Malta to visit friends. Her ~friend~ was a guy who had already taken a pic with Pedro there a couple of weeks ago, so they were obviously stalking him around the spots the guy knew Pedro usually hangs out during his free time.

Then, her claims of him being rude were absolutely ridiculous, whenever someone asked her how he'd been rude to her, or how she had approached him, she didn't explain at all, which is a clear sign to me that never happened at all or she was just manipulating the facts about how it happened.

I personally don't believe Pedro would be rude to her, because he isn't rude to anyone, I honestly believe she really thought she would have a fanfiction kind of experience and that he would flatter and flirt with her or something like that, and even if he were rude to her, I would totally support him because she definitely deserve it.

And then as if doing that to him while he was trying to enjoy his day off in peace, she tags him and his hair stylist (!!!) on a painfully embarrassing public post saying he BROKE HER HEART as if he were her cheating husband or something, and dude, that wasn't just a delusional teen girl, that was a DELUSIONAL WOMAN, who should have known better than to travel just to stalk a celebrity because she thinks she owns him

Apparently he had security guards because it seems it happened the same day he was seen with Joseph Quinn (? I guess that's his name? Anyway Eddie Munson from Stranger Things) so that's a relief because we never know what another person is planning, this woman was probably harmless, but we don't know anything about other people who might decide to stalk him. So I hope he stays safe and no other crazy person decides to bother him.

I really hope Pedro is able to handle this horrible side of fame with good mental health and patience, and I also hope people remember he's a human being who deserves respect ❤️

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Ghost Story - Chapter 36

Pairing: Rooster x Female OC

Word Count: 2219

Warnings: Swearing, allusion to death (apologizing in advance for this one...)

Summary: No one will miss a ghost. It'd been a running joke for as long as anyone could remember, something Ghost herself started, and she always said it with a smile on her face or with mirth in her voice. The untouchable stealth pilot in every sense of the word, no one could've predicted the depth of her turmoil over recent events, nor the extremes she would go to in order to protect the man she loved, not even those closest to her. Now, all that was left of the young aviator for Maverick, Hangman, and Rooster were the memories of the past, which would slowly fade with time. She'd come into their lives and made an unforgettable impression, and then, like a ghost, she was gone... Then again, ghosts can't die a second time.

Notes: The chapters/large parts in italics are flashbacks. Also so sorry it took this long to get the next chapter posted- I've had a lot going on :(

Chapter Songs: Wolves Dagger One Is Hit/Time To Let Go

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Rooster

"Launch."

Cyclone's order came through loud and clear, even over the thundering of Rooster's heart. He watched Ghost take off, her wings leaving sharp contrails as she pulled upward into the cloudy gray skies. He soon followed, racing after her, not wanting to let her out of his sight for a second. Once Ghost had Rooster in her sights at her six, she lowered her plane dangerously close to the choppy black waves of the ocean. Although Rooster mimicked her action, he glanced nervously around. Despite joining the Navy and being aboard a ship most of the year, the open ocean unnerved him. It'd been where his dad died, and even now, after all these years, he could still see the ghostly appearance of Maverick clutching onto Nick Bradshaw's lifeless body in the waves. He'd never seen images of this, of course, nor had he witnessed the accident, but once ten-year-old Bradley fully comprehended what happened, he'd dreamt up the memory. It continued to stick with him.

"How do you want to tackle the bombing runs?" He asked Ghost, needing something to distract him from his morbid thoughts.

"We'll attack the hangars first. If enemies are already in the air, we don't want any more joining them. Then we'll turn around and line up with the next buildings so long as their anti-air defenses allow us," Ghost replied calmly. "About to enter the valley. Setting timer in three... two... one... now."

They shot into the ravine, easily navigating the relatively straightforward geography with precision. Having both been on missions with lower ceilings and narrower corridors, Rooster couldn't help but think what a walk in the park this part of the mission was. Hopefully, the rest of it would go as smoothly, but with how nervous Maverick and Ghost had been about it, Rooster had his doubts.

For fifteen minutes, they zipped through the ravine, only near the end passing SAMs perched on the tops of the mountains. A shudder passed down his spine, remembering the last time he'd encountered one. It'd shot him down, and he'd joined Maverick on the ground. The SAM hadn't been the only thing to ground him that day. Mav might as well have done the same thing when he shoved him, furious that Rooster was on the ground with him. A little arguing, a little shouting, and one good point made by Bradley calmed the irate captain down immediately. Looking back on it, Rooster could laugh, but he certainly hadn't been in the moment.

"Approaching target area. Prepare to attack," Ghost announced, lowering her jet even closer to the ground, practically skimming the trees underneath. "Rooster, get ready to destroy anything I might miss in my first run."

"It's you, Ghost. You won't miss," Rooster said confidently, and he was right. Watching her line up the shot, aim, and fire, she nailed the targets on the head, effectively taking them out in one fell swoop. Below, Rooster could see the terrorists running about in a panic, desperately searching for something- anything- to defend themselves from the onslaught brought forth by Ghost and her wingman.

"See any enemy fighters?" Ghost queried, banking a hard right and zeroing her sights on a new cluster of buildings.

"Nothing on radar and I don't see any in sight," he responded, wary about how easy the mission- which had been essentially deemed a suicide mission- was going. There should've been more resistance or something. What was off? Did they really hit the terrorist base during the one time they had no fighters in the air? Rooster doubted it.

"Shit!" Ghost swerved violently to the left, and without noticing what she avoided, Rooster followed. He didn't have to wait long for an answer. "Enemy fighters! Four of them!"

"Where the hell did they come from?!" Rooster demanded, scanning the skies to locate the hostiles. He spotted two above them, another one to his left and the last one to his right. They circled him and Ghosts like sharks, and a rush of rage coursed through him at the mere idea of any of the hostiles going after his leader.

"Rooster, stay focused on the buildings and low to the ground. It'll be harder for them to target us," Ghost instructed, flipping her plane around to line up for another strike. He simply responded with a "Yes, ma'am," intending to stick to her side until they returned to the carrier.

For the next ten agonizing minutes, Rooster and Ghost dodged the bullets, and missiles set their way, albeit narrowly, using the smoke from the explosions and their superior aircraft to evade. However, Rooster recognized that four against two still wasn't good odds, and they still had to make it back to the carrier without the enemy fighters finding out what country they served. The pilots would have no choice but to shoot them down, and now Bradley realized why the mission had been so deadly.

"Targets destroyed. I have two missiles remaining, plus 529 bullets left," Ghost informed, keeping low to the ground. "Rooster, what's your weapons count?"

"Three missiles and 654 bullets. How do we want to tackle this?"

"They're all Mig-29s, so it's not like we can take the slowest or oldest out first. Let's go for the closest ones. Stay on my wing."

"I've got your six, Ghost," Rooster assured, switching to missiles. They zeroed in on the nearest pair of Migs. Ghost instructed her wingman to stay behind them while she dipped beneath them, unbeknownst to the enemies. She shot up between the team in the blink of an eye, forcing them to break off from one another. Rooster went for the left one while Ghost somersaulted her plane to face the ground and chased after the right one.

"I got 'em!" Ghost announced, a slight tone of relief in her voice.

"Yeah! That's my girl!" Hangman cheered, and Rooster could hear the grin on his comrade's face.

"Bagged mine," Rooster added. "Looks like we're tied now for active air-to-air kills, Bagman."

"Don't get cocky. You still have two to take out, and my bets are on Ghost getting them."

"You going to be okay if she beats you out for number one?"

"She's the only one I'd allow it willingly."

"I appreciate the vote of confidence and the compliment, but we have a long way to go," Ghost said, unnaturally calm in the intense situation. "Let's take care of those other two. They're not going to- shit! I'm hit!"

"What?! Are you okay?!" Rooster demanded, scanning her plane for any sign of damage. "What hit you?"

"Gunfire from below. Appears we missed an AA gun. It didn't hit anything major, but one hit my nose and is causing a blockage for my bullets. I can only shoot missiles now. Guess I'm going to have to make my last shot count, and you'll have to take out the last."

"We need to take care of the anti-aircraft fire, too. If they could get you-"

"Go for it. I'll cover you."

Taking a deep breath and repeating the mantra "Don't think, just do" in his head, he circled around, searching for the weapon that had shot Ghost. It didn't take long to find them. They were aiming specifically for her and still firing. Rooster swiftly locked onto them, releasing a missile at the last second before pulling up to ensure nothing messed with the lock. It was a bullseye.

"Rooster, we need to split these fighters up," Ghost said, pulling ahead of him. "It seems I'm the target, so if we break, they're going to follow me. If they do, I want you to get behind them and take them out."

"That's risky..."

"I know, but I can handle it. Now, on the count of three, you go left, I'll go right. Three...two... one... break!"

Ghost and I diverted paths from each other, and as she predicted, the enemy fighters chased after her. I raced after them, attempting but failing to get a good lock on either. Between Ghost's mercurial flight path and their attempt to follow her, it became impossible. When I noted this to Ghost, she pulled Maverick's signature move: the Cobra. She executed the maneuver flawlessly, albeit narrowly missing scraping the canopy of one of the Migs with her engine. Her action's sheer unexpectedness and brazenness stunned the enemies long enough for me to get a lock and fire at one of them, but my missile missed by a hair's breadth. Ghost took the shot instead, and luck was on her side because hers did hit.

"You have to take out the last one, Rooster," Ghost remarked, flying alongside him as they zeroed in on the last target. "I'm out of missiles, and my guns are useless."

One missile left and some bullets. If Mav could take out two fifth gens in a fourth gen with the same ammo, I can do this. If I can blindly and accurately shoot a missile into a tiny opening, then I can do this. With those affirmations in mind, Rooster steeled himself and began the effort of locking onto the last Mig. He had to make the shot count because both his and Ghost's lives depended on it, and shooting an enemy plane with gunfire wasn't as simple as they made it look in movies, nor as easy as Maverick made it look.

However, their last opponent must've been top of their class because no matter how hard Rooster tried to get a lock, the Mig kept evading. "Come on, Rooster, come on!" he hissed under his breath, annoyed with himself. Maverick and Ghost would've had him by him now, so why couldn't he?

Oh, let's not go down that road... he thought, knowing fully well what the answer was.

"Rooster, you've got this," Ghost encouraged calmly, "don't lose focus."

As if her words breathed the wish into existence, Bradley got a lock on the Mig, a strong one.

"Firing!" Rooster announced. He watched the projectile speed toward the target, unwavering, straight and true and-

"Oh, what the fuck?!" he demanded in exasperation when the Mig somersaulted out of the way, narrowly dodging the missile. Rooster and Ghost zipped past him, now in an impossible situation: her out of ammo and unable to use her guns, him only able to use his guns on a plane that was quicker than his. How could he catch up?

"Shit, he's on us!" Ghost said, flying crisscross patterns with Rooster in an attempt to throw off the enemy's missile targeting system.

"Do you need air support?" Maverick asked, the well-hidden undertone of worry in his voice.

"Negative," Cyclone remarked. "Unless enemies are within range of the carrier, we will not be launching air support."

Hangman scoffed before Maverick could respond. "What do you mean 'negative'? If they're in trouble-"

"That's what made this mission so risky. I stand by what I said. The answer is no, Lieutenant Seresin."

"Rooster, break on the count of three. Hopefully, the enemy follows me so you can get behind him," Ghost instructed firmly. She counted down, and on three, they parted. "Damn it! He's going after you, Rooster! We need another plan!"

"I'm all ears!"

"Shit..." Ghost breathed, her voice trembling. "Okay, I have an idea. Do you trust me?"

"With my life."

"Bring him around, so the sun is on his right. I'll come at him from the side and use the sun to hide me. Then, I'll fly between y'all and have him fly through my jetwash."

"Ghost, the timing on that will have to be exact. If you miss it by a second-"

"This is the only way right now with him on your tail. He's in a lighter, faster aircraft, and you're the only one between us with weapons. We need to disorient him. While he's in the stall, you can take him out with gunfire. It's not ideal, but it's him or us, and I'm choosing us."

An ominous feeling settled in his bones. Rooster despised this plan, and all the nightmares that had plagued him from the day he accepted to join the mission to now burst forth in his mind: Ghost crashing into the ground from an unrecoverable inferno. If she died pulling this stunt to save his life...

But they had no other choice. It's not like Rooster had any better ideas. Reluctantly, he did as she ordered. As soon as he pulled into position, Ghost informed him she was on her way, coming at them from the right and using the sun as a shield.

"I'm almost there," she said, "Almost there. And if this doesn't work out, well, no one will miss a ghost."

"When we get back, I'm going to talk to you about comedic timing," he replied, the foreboding sensation running down his spine again. She's got this. You're being paranoid.

Rooster turned around to see where Ghost was, hoping he'd get to watch her fly between him and the Mig so he could time his own turnaround correctly.

But that didn't happen.

Instead, Rooster watched in horror as Ghost, coming in with her plane at a ninety-degree angle, sliced through the Mig, causing a massive explosion. The remnants of both jets spiraled to the ground, along with Rooster's heart and sanity. ****

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