#is that in the original. the dude was trying to scare the girl
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brooklynisher · 7 months ago
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Idk if this is in character or not but Bone's recent post made me think of this
This took 8 hours all for 6 seconds
Starry = @asmogorna Buzzer = @boneinator
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Drew Starry for the first time!
Impressions:
First time drawing Starry: HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO DRAW THIS THING Second time drawing Starry: Teehee! So fun!!
Also sorry Chris. Found out a little too late that the design was sorta outdated woopsy
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fxllfaiiry · 1 year ago
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─ callin' it quits now, baby, I'm a wreck ੈ✩‧₊˚
✶ pairing: miguel o'hara x fem!reader
✶ synopsis: the aftermath of the argument with miguel.
✶ warnings: angst, hurt with comfort, occ miguel (for one scene only dw), shitty humour, one or two swear words, reader being slightly mean, mentions of death.
✶ notes: part two of "you're the sunflower" this part was originally 8k words long and i was like nope, so i had to cut it down, I'm sorry. I really hope this isn't bad ‼️
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At first, you didn't quit the team. 
After the blow-up with Miguel, you thought about leaving the team for good, but yet you decided to show up, hanging around for a bit before quickly leaving. 
But slowly you stopped showing up altogether. The looks of pity were too much for you to handle, and frankly, you deserve an apology, you deserved better.
Every day was torture, and seeing Miguel only made it worse. No one thought this whole ordeal would go this far. 
Everyone noticed the changes, you were more serious, and your usual sunshine self was gone at this point. Everyone noticed the day you stopped coming in. 
You felt so lonely, sure, you had friends in your universe but yet, nothing felt the same. You sometimes wondered if they missed you or not. 
It had only been a few weeks and yet it felt like months. 
A part of you secretly hoped someone from the team would show up at your doorstep pleading for you to come back, but nothing. 
"You'll get used to it eventually" You'd tell yourself. 
─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──
It had been two whole months since you left. Nothing felt the same without you. 
"Does anyone else miss Sunflower?" Gwen said sadly. She missed your hugs, and your little girl talks with her, she missed everything about you.  
"We all miss her, kid," Peter sighed. Without you, he had no one to talk to about Mayday. 
"I hope she comes back soon," Miles said. 
"I think she just wants space right now," Pavitr replied.  
"This is all Miguel's fault y'know?" Hobie added bitterly, how dare Miguel take his friend away from him. 
"Someone should talk to him, maybe if he apologizes, she'll come back." Miles was hopeful, he knew you'd come back eventually. 
"Sure, kid. As if Miguel ever listens." 
─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──
Miguel on the other hand was depressed. 
He'd gotten used to your presence and it felt odd without you.
He felt horrible about yelling at you but he was scared. The thought of you dying terrified him, and his way of dealing with that wasn't the best. 
He thought about apologizing many times, but he didn't know how to. The last thing he wanted was to cause more damage. 
"You know a simple "sorry" could fix this all right?" Lyla said, breaking him out of his trance. 
"It's not that easy, Lyla." He sounded so broken to his own ears. 
"Well, you gotta try, Boss." 
"Sunflower used to call me that." 
"You're joking, right? Wow, you really are pathetic." Lyla snorted. 
"What's that supposed to mean?" 
"Dude, you're in love with her. You are absolutely smitten." 
"Lyla, that's enough-" 
"No, you love her and that's why it's bothering you so much." 
"I don't-" 
"Nah, Lyla's right, you do love her." He turned around to see Jess standing in his office. 
"Jess, not you too, and where did you come from?" Miguel groaned, he did not love you. 
"The door…? Anyways, just try to fix things, the first step is you apologizing." Jess stated matter-of-factly. 
Miguel thought about it for a minute, these last few weeks had been pure torture for him, Jess was right, the first step is apologizing.
"Fine, I'll do it first thing tomorrow, but I don't love her." 
"Sure, whatever you say, man." Jess snickered. 
─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──
You got somewhat used to your new life. It was the same old plain routine every day. You tried to throw yourself into other things. Finding new hobbies, jobs, literally anything. 
But eventually, it all started to feel okay.
Things were finally starting to look good for you. 
You thought about the spider society way less and finally started living your life to the fullest. 
You were moving on. 
Crime fighting was easy today. You got to hang out with your friends and an old lady gave you a cheerio, which is something. 
You swung around the city for a bit, enjoying the view and temporary peace. 
Soon it was time for you to head back home. You climbed in through your bedroom window and quickly changed out of your suit, slipping into more comfortable clothing.  
When you went downstairs to get some food, you weren't expecting to see Miguel O'Hara sitting on your couch. 
"Holy shit, what are you doing here?" You scared him, because he jumped violently at the sound of your voice. 
"I was here t-"
"Humiliate me further? Because I thought we were done with that." You felt bad saying that, but he deserved it. 
"No, I'm here to apologize." He looked down, ashamed. 
"It's a bit late for that, isn't it?" You chuckled bitterly, walking past him into the kitchen. 
"Just listen to me for a second." 
"I thought I was incapable of doing that." You muttered to yourself. 
He got up and strode towards you, but he received no acknowledgment of his presence. 
"I'm sorry for yelling at you in front of everyone; it was wrong and I shouldn't have acted so immaturely." 
"Uh-huh, it's fine. You can leave now, the door's right there." You weren't buying his ridiculous apology. Even a five-year-old could do better. 
"I understand you're mad, but please give me a chance." That was pretty much the last straw for you.
"I'm mad? You humiliated me in front of everyone! You made me feel like shit, you made me think I don't belong on the team! You're an asshole." You were screaming at him, taking out all the anger and sadness you felt in the past two months.
"I'm sorry." He sounded so small, so vulnerable, and for the second time in his life, he didn't know what to do. 
"The best you can say is I'm sorry? At least give me a proper explanation." You scoffed, rolling your eyes. 
"I'm in love with you." What? 
"Right, if you're here to joke around and mock me just leave okay."  You open up to him and he mocks you in return. Amazing.
"I'm being serious. I'm not mocking you or joking around, I'm in love with you. You want an explanation, so I'm giving you one." He breathed, looking at you hoping to receive some reaction. All he got was a small head tilt which he took as a sign to continue. 
"The reason I yelled at you was because I was scared. I thought you were going to die and that terrified me, I've lost everything, and I don't want to lose you too. I didn't know how to handle it, so I lashed out. I truly am sorry, Sunflower." You froze trying to process everything, was he telling the truth? 
"Lyla and Jess helped me realize my true feelings for you." He whispered. 
When you said nothing for a few minutes he started to get scared, he was ready to get on his knees and beg for forgiveness if he had to. 
"Can you… say something? Please?"
"I can't forgive you just yet." He would never admit to what happened next but he started sobbing. All this was too much, being vulnerable was an unknown feeling to him. 
"Woah, wait hey, don't cry. Let me-" Before you could finish your sentence he fell to his knees, arms clutching your waist like a lifeline. 
You were beyond confused, you thought this whole interaction was some sort of weird dream. Miguel O'Hara down on his knees, for you? Wow, two months ago you would've scoffed and rolled your eyes at that. 
Nonetheless, you ran your fingers through his hair trying to soothe him. 
"Miguel, honey, listen to me. Just because I'm not ready to forgive you now, doesn't mean I never will." His face was still squished against your midriff, and his breathing was slowly returning to normal, with a few sniffs here and there. 
"So, you'll come back?" Seeing him in such a state broke your heart, you were still upset with him but were willing to give him a chance. 
"Yes, I'll come back tomorrow." At that, he smiled properly for the first time in weeks. 
He stayed there for a few moments, letting you comb through his hair gently, he would cherish this brief moment forever. 
"I should get going then. The multiverse needs saving." He said hoarsely, standing up, he was slightly embarrassed by this side of him. 
"Maybe use the door this time." He lightly chuckled at your statement, the warm feeling took over him once again.
Miguel did not want to leave, he wanted to stay here with you, but he knew that wasn't an option right now.
Before he left he had to get one last thing off his chest.
"Could you, not tel-" 
"Tell anyone about this? Don't worry, this stays between us only." 
─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──
Everyone was surprised to see you back the next day. 
The second you walked in, everyone was all over you, hugging you and filling you in on everything you missed. It felt good to be back. 
"I'm so happy you're back," Gwen whispered, hugging you tightly. 
"I'm happy to be back, Gwendy. I missed you guys so much." 
"Hey quit hogging Sunflower, it's my turn to hug her now." Miles huffed impatiently. 
"Me next!" Pavitr bounced enthusiastically. 
"Hey, not cool. I called dibs, man." Hobie groaned. 
"Hey, Sunflower, I have some new pictures of Mayday to show you." Everyone was so excited to see you again, it was chaotic, but it felt like home. They were your family. 
Miguel watched the scene from afar with a smile, he was glad everything was okay now. 
"So you fixed things up with her, huh?" Jess said, popping up behind him, once again taking him by surprise. 
"¡Ay, coño! Jess, stop doing that." 
"Sorry, not my fault you don't have a spidy sense." Jess hummed. "So, how did you get her to forgive you?" 
"I have my ways." 
"You got down on your knees and begged her, didn't you?"
"How did you know?" Miguel whisper-yelled. That was supposed to be a secret. 
"I have my ways." Jess winked. 
─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── 
In a few weeks, everything was back to normal, you were back to your old self again. 
Except for the fact that you and Miguel were now closer than ever. That was new. 
You were always by his side, sticking close to him and he felt comfortable around you, always relaxed in your presence. 
He wasn't sure if you forgave him just yet, but he was willing to wait for as long as you needed. 
He did small things to show you he cared, sometimes it was bringing you coffee, other times it was giving you your favorite flowers. 
You knew he was sorry, and in your heart, you forgave him a long time back. 
So, you finally decided to tell him. 
You guys were in his office having lunch, he didn't like to eat out in the cafeteria. You both would usually sit in silence enjoying each other's company. 
"Hey, Miguel." 
"Hm?" 
"I forgive you." 
He raised his eyebrows in confusion taking a moment to realise what you meant. When he finally got it, his eyes widened almost comically. 
"Oh, you do?" He was trying to hide his smile but failed horribly. 
"I forgave you a long time back, but I just… needed some time." You nodded.  
"I understand that. Thank you for giving me another chance." 
"Actually, to forgive you fully, I want one thing from you." You declared, confidently. 
"I'll do anything, Sunflower." He'd indeed do anything for you. 
"I want you to go out on a date with me." 
His brain stopped working. You were asking him out on a date. 
"Miguel? Is that a yes or no?" You grew nervous at his lack of response. Did you cross boundaries? You thought he liked you. 
"I would love to." You quickly beamed at his response, after months of waiting it was finally happening. 
"So, how about tomorrow, at 7?" You giggled. 
"Sounds perfect." He sighed, softly smiling. 
He couldn't wait for tomorrow. 
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missnxthingg · 3 months ago
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𝑳𝑶𝑽𝑬, 𝑭𝑹𝑶𝑴 𝑨𝑳𝑳 𝑭𝑶𝑼𝑹 𝑪𝑶𝑹𝑵𝑬𝑹𝑺 𝑶𝑭 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑾𝑶𝑹𝑳𝑫 . (𝑺𝑴𝑨𝑼 𝑽𝑬𝑹𝑺𝑰𝑶𝑵) - 𝑇𝐻𝑅𝐸𝐸
𝑨𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓'𝒔 𝑵𝒐𝒕𝒆 - Little throwback to Lando's win in Miami for the sake of the story. I think we all Lando girlies need to relieve this for a moment 🧡 raise a hand if you miss this moment (bc I surely do).
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London, England
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yourusername Enjoying some time with my best friend at home 💖
landonorris wonder who gave her that dollhouse 🤔
landonorris my pretty girls, i miss you
↪ yourusername stop whinning and go enjoy ur trip, dickhead (we miss u too) ↪ landofan4 friendship goals fr
ln4stan Ollie is the cutest omg
yourmomusername What lovely ladies! I love you
↪ yourusername we love you, momma
username1 we need to see this duo with lando again
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f1gossip Lando Norris is enjoying King's Day with his friend, Martin Garrix, in Amsterdam, and ended up getting his nose injured. What do you think happened?
username1 did he get into a fight????
username2 for fuck sake, we have a race in a week!
username3 omg bless y/n so she can try making his image better for the media in miami
username4 i NEED to know what happened with him
username5 @.yourusername mother, feed us with info, please! 🥺
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Caption: He's well and alive, might kill him later for the scare (just a glass cut, no fighting)
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Caption: This is an apology for making her so concerned about a nose cut
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Caption: Gave her the scare of her life @.yourusername and made up to her after a cuddling afternoon, brunch, NBA game and tomorrow the beach
↪ yourusername replied to your story: all forgiven after the pampering 💘 ↪ landopriv: love you, idiot
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Caption: Who let this idiot bring a camera along with him? Keep him away from me. Every time I blink: FLASH!
↪ landonorris: you're no fun 🙄
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Miami, Florida
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yourusername Miami on film 🏖
landonorris you're as hot as miami, baby
↪ username1 OH MY FUCKING GOD ↪ username2 boy is down bad for her 🥵 ↪ username3 Lando can't even pretend he isn't in love with her anymore ↪ yourusername police he has escaped again
username4 do you guys think he took the photos or that she stole his camera?
↪ username5 he definitely took them! we saw him carrying the camera everywhere and they were at the beach earlier
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f1 LANDO NORRIS WINS HIS FIRST GRAND PRIX
landofan HE DID IT GUYS!
mclarengirly OMG I CAN'T BELIEVE
ln4bitch oh man we just know he's gonna party HARD
yourusername I've never been more proud 🥺
↪papayafan y/n please tell lando we love him! 🧡 ↪lanfan4 give him the biggest kiss and the tighest hug for me
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landonorris WWE FUCKIJG DID IT. P1
username1 WE DID IT LANDO!
username2 Longest time coming! Congratulations, Lan 🧡
username3 My man!!! LFG
yourusername I AM THE PROUDEST
yourusername love you so much, you idiot. P FUCKING ONE! 🧡
↪landonorris i love you more, muppet ❤ ↪username4 your honor, i love them ↪username5 MOM AND DAD ARE GIVING PDA
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f1gossip Lando Norris and his best friend, Y/N L/N, partying together in Miami after his win. Some people that were at the party reported on our DMs that they didn't keep away from each other all night and were missing from the party for a while. Do you think they celebrated it in a more special way? 💋👀
username1 Lord, I'm ready for them to be a couple
username2 i saw they leaving the club hand in hand last night, guys! they were alone and very much in a hurry to get out of there
↪username3 how do you know if you're telling the truth? ↪username2 you can check my profile, i was at the paddock today and after the gp, my friend and i followed them around town to party too!
username4 i saw this dude that swore they were kissing in the back of the club ln, but it's not something i can 100% confirm
↪username5 Can we please stop speculating on their friendship? They both have expressed they hate when people start forcing a relationship onto them.
username6 at this point, i'm just waiting for y/n's special post for lando on insta
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yourusername I knew you were special on the first time I saw your muppet face in my office. I've been your biggest fan ever since; rooting and praying for this day to finally come. I've never been so proud of you, Lan. Longest time coming to this moment. I love you so much, my grand prix winner – even though you got me so drunk we missed our flight today. Now enjoy some podium pics I took yesterday + a cute one from the hottest duo in Miami last night.
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landonorris I love you so much! Can't imagine life without my partner in crime. You being there made everything even more special
↪yourusername Stop or I'll cry again ↪landonorris Will be an honour to make you cry for me twice 😂
username1 GUYS WAKE UP Y/N POSTED ABOUT LAST NIGHT
username2 name a prettier friend duo, i'll wait
↪landonorris me too ↪yourusername me three
yourmotherusername Olivia has been non stop since the finish line! She can't wait to see her favourite uncle ❤ Congratulations, Lando
↪landonorris thank you so much, mrs l/n ❤ and tell ollie uncle lan loves her very very much ↪username3 now we're gonna have to wait until ollie and lando reunion after miami 😭 ↪yourusername promise to come back with pictures
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⋘ 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 // 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 ⋙
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athenamikaelson · 5 months ago
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Klaus Mikaelson x Soulmate!Reader x Elijah Mikaelson Pt. 11
Word Count- 3.8k
Warnings- Mentions of Suicide(Damon trying to die because of his wolf bite), swearing, death, blood, gun/gun-shot wounds, smaller chapter but big things happening cliffhanger ending
“Yes, Elena. Once again, I’m fine. I have to go run an errand and then I’ll see you guys at the square. OK? Toodles!”
I quickly hung up my phone, just in case Elena decided to ask what errand I was running. How the hell am I supposed to tell her I’m going to try to talk a dying Damon Salvatore off the ledge?
It’s been two days since Demon dropped the bomb that he was dying and then disappeared. He hasn’t answered my calls and whenever I ask Stefan about him he says “I’m working on it.” Not well enough, clearly, because the Bunny Eater called me 30 minutes ago telling me Damon just tried lighting himself on fire and he needs my help talking him down. I’m not sure why I’m the one he called for this since I’ve heard Damon on more than one occasion say he’d rather die than listen to me speak. 
Damon and Stefan have made me keep quiet about this, so no one else but us three knows. Which is why I fibbed a bit on my phone call with Elena. I’m not entirely on board with keeping this a secret. What do the Salvatores think is going to happen when the werewolf bite kills Damon? Just tell everyone Damon went upstate to a farm, just like what parents tell their children when their turtles or dogs die.
Although Damon and I have had our differences, I can admit the thought of him dying doesn’t sit well with me. Especially since he got bit trying to stop the ritual. Even though it didn’t stop it, it did save Tyler and Caroline. Who I guess was replaced by that bitch Jules and some random vampire Klaus had in his back pocket. 
I take a deep breath as I exit my car and walk up to the front door of the Salvatore house. I don’t bother knocking since everyone kind of just lets themselves in when it comes to this place. I’m about to call out for Stefan but within a moment he’s flashed in front of me. 
“Oh good lord,” I clutch my chest in surprise. At this Stefan’s eyes widen and he reaches out to me.
“I’m sorry, Y/n! Is it your heart again? Do you need anything? Here take some of my blood,” Stefan frantically says.
I put both of my hands up and shake them, “Stefan calm down dude, okay? I’m good, you just scared me. I’ve got to start getting you vamps little bells to wear around your necks.”
Stefan slightly laughs but I can still see the weariness in his eyes.
“Really Stefana, I’m good.”
Stefan sighs and nods, “Sorry, I just…with everything going on I’m just…,” Stefan rubs his hand over his face and now I can clearly see the exhaustion and sadness on it. 
I take a step closer and wrap my arms around him in a hug, “It’ll be ok, we’ll figure it out, alright?”
Stefan doesn’t say anything but I feel him nod as he wraps his arms around me tighter as if me hugging him is the only thing keeping him grounded. And after seeing his older brother trying to light himself on fire, it might just be. 
After another moment Stefan releases me and smiles at me but it doesn't reach up all the way. 
“He’s down here,” He says and I follow him down to where Elijah was when he was daggered. 
At the thought of the Original my heart sinks. It’s been three days since I’ve seen or heard from him. Each time I hear my phone ring a small part of me expects it to be him with his stupid posh accent telling me he’s sorry for ghosting me, but every time I answer it’s never him. I’ve tried to distract myself with hanging out with the girls, or Theo, and even the occasional phone call with Jenna who talks to me a lot now about the supernatural since we both learned about it recently. Bonnie and I have also been going through her deceased Gram’s grimoires and things to see if we can find anything on why my chest bled and then magically healed itself, but nothing comes up.  It’s disheartening but Bonnie says she won’t stop searching until she’s found the reason. Our time together has made me realize just how good of a friend Bonnie is. She’s loyal and kind and she’d fight for her friends until her dying breath. Which is sadly something she has already done once. I really like hanging out with her and her teaching me more about her world. I may not understand much about witches but it’s nice to see how excited she gets when she talks about it. 
“Are you going to be good down here by yourself,” Stefan leans down to whisper to me.
“What,” I question now realizing he’s been talking this entire time. 
“I have to go to the square to go speak to Elena but after I’ll be back. Just whatever he says, don’t let him out. Ric should be here soon too. He can take your place when he gets here.”
I do a soldier’s salute and he rolls his eyes as he walks back upstairs. Leaving me and Grumpy down here by ourselves. The door that separates us is big and wooden with a small window that has three metal bars. I look through and frown when I see Damon scrunched up, sitting on the far side of the room. 
“Are you going to eat me if I come in?”
“Drinking your blood would be a fate worse than death,” Damon’s scratchy voice speaks up after a moment. 
I roll my eyes as I unlock the door and push it open, I quickly make my way inside and close it. I lean against the door and cross my arms as I look at the dying vampire in front of me. 
“Stefan really thought you of all people would be the one to talk me off the ledge,” Damon grunts out as he puts his head up to look at me. 
“That’s exactly what I said. I told him you’d be more likely to do it again after hearing me speak,” I laugh out.
Damon’s upper lip twitches for a moment and he lets out a strangled laugh, “You’re not wrong. 
We’re both quiet for a moment before Damon speaks up again, “I’m going to die.”
I take a deep breath and sit down against the door mirroring Damon, “At the moment, yes you are.”
Damon raises an eyebrow at me, “So you’re not going to fill me with fairy tales about some special cure and that by tomorrow I’ll be fresh as a daisy?”
I shrug my shoulders, “Is that what you want me to do?”
Damon stares at me for a moment and then shakes his head, “No, I don’t.”
“Alright then. Works for me. You know, Stefan called me to try to talk you down because he thinks what you did was crazy. But… I understand why you did it.”
This captures Damon’s attention as he stares questioningly at me, “You do?”
I nod as I play with a loose thread on my shirt, “Ya. You’re scared. And in pain. You think this is the only way out, but it isn’t. And I’m not saying that because of some magical cure. I’m saying that because you still have time left to say your goodbyes and to be with those who actually care about you. Even though you’re an actual hellspawn. I know that this is scary, you’ve been alive for over a century and now you’re facing mortality for the first time in years. I would be scared too.”
Damon’s jaw clenches and for a moment I think he’s mad but when I see him turn his head to stare at the wall next to him I realize he’s trying to hide his emotions. 
“Damon you can stare at that wall all you’d like but I meant what I said.”
At the sound of footsteps, I stand up. 
“Ric’s here. Try not to be such an ass to him. You’re kind of like his only friend,” When he doesn’t make any noise about my joke I frown and start to unlatch the door, “I’m glad I met you, Damon. I don’t tell a lot of people that, but it’s true. Thanks for bringing out a fire in me I didn’t know I had.”
Damon says nothing and I quickly wipe a stray tear from my face as I open the door.
“I’m glad I met you too, Y/N. Even though you’re a pain in the ass,” I turn and make eye contact with Damon, and even though the room is dark, I swear I can see small tears building in his blue eyes, “I don’t believe in next lives or whatever…but if they somehow exist, I wouldn’t mind meeting you again in that one, Pukey.”
I let out a small sob as I run over to the seated man and throw my arms over him. He lets out a grunt of surprise and after a moment he wraps his arms around me and I can feel the dampness from his tears on my shirt.
“If you tell anyone about this I’ll kill you,” He tries to threaten but his voice comes out strained so it doesn’t hold much punch.
“Ya whatever, Demon.”
It’s night by the time I get to the square for whatever movie night the town’s having. Elena asked me to come earlier since she says everyone needs a break from all the chaos that has happened. I’m not excited to see how she’s going to react to the news about Damon. But for now, I’m grabbing my fluffy blanket and walking towards my friends and watching this stupid movie.
Jenna, Jeremy, Bonnie, and Caroline all sit together talking as I walk up behind them. 
“Hey guys,” I say and they all spin around to look at me. Bonnie and Jenna both send me warm smiles and waves, Caroline hops up and guides me over to the group talking my ear off already, and Jeremy tries to send me a smile but that dude looks like he would rather be anywhere else. 
“What errand took you so long,” Caroline questions.
“Oh, Theo just needed some help bringing back his football gear and stuff. I guess the coach has been bothering him to get it back for weeks since the season ended,” I say which isn’t a total lie since I did do that after leaving the Salvatores.
“How is Theo,” Jeremy asks. 
Ever since the funeral Jeremy and Theo have been gaming together. When I asked Theo about it,  he said he was doing it out of pity and that someone as cool as him wouldn’t hang out with an emo like Jeremy. But after passing by Theo’s room and hearing him and Jeremy laugh and make fun of each other over call, I don’t think Theo is really doing this out of pity anymore. After moving here and with everything that has happened with our parents it’s been hard for Theo to make friends. Even though he says otherwise. I know he has people to hang out with at school, but it’s all brainless jocks who probably don’t even care to know my brother’s favorite color. He needs a good friend like Jeremy in his life. 
“Theo’s good. Even though he was pissy this morning because he says you cheated last night,” I admit to him as I sit down next to Jenna and Caroline. 
Jeremy shoots me a look of disbelief, “I did not cheat! That jerk! He’s the one who cheated,” Jeremy lifts up his phone and starts angrily texting someone. A someone, who I’m guessing is my brother.
I look around noticing the absence of my best friend, “Where’s Elena?”
They all look at each other wearily before Bonnie grabs my hand, “You might want to prepare yourself for this.”
I look at her confused for a moment and whisper, “Is this about the Damon thing?”
“You knew?!’’
“What?”
“Excuse me?”
“Bro!”
They all yell out and I raise my hands in surrender, “Hey! Stefana and Demon made me keep quiet. They didn’t want to stress anyone else out more.”
“How long have you known,” Caroline asks me and I grimace, “Like… since John’s funeral.”
“Y/N!”
“I’m sorry! I’m sorry! It just wasn’t my place to say.”
They think about this for a moment before nodding.
“Elena went to go talk to Damon and Stefan is off trying to find a cure,” Bonnie says.
“Let’s hope he finds one in time.”
We all quiet down after a moment and go back to watching the movie, but 5 minutes later I feel a tap on my right shoulder.
I shoot Jenna a questioning look as she leans down to whisper to me, “Anything from Elijah?”
I just send her a small shake of my head and she returns it with a comforting smile and a squeeze to my shoulder, “His loss then.”
Over the past few days of Jenna and I talking about the supernatural, we’ve also been chatting about other things like school and relationships. It took me a while to open up but after I did I brought up Elijah. Talking to Jenna about Elijah, and everything that’s happened with him has actually made me feel somewhat better. Jenna’s been more of a mother figure to me these past three days than my own mother has in almost 18 years. 
Out of the corner of my eye, Jeremy quickly stands up, capturing all of our attention. 
He hangs up the phone and turns back to us with a nervous look, “Damon escaped and Elena wasn’t there yet so Ric thinks he’s coming here to see her. Ric says the bite is making him hallucinate so he’s not himself right now.”
“Fantastic,” I mutter to myself and Jenna slightly elbows me and shoots me a disapproving look. 
“If Damon is off the rails, there is nothing you can do to stop him. Let us take care of it,” Bonnie gestures towards herself, and Caroline and I want to groan at this. It’s really starting to piss me off how the supernaturals keep pushing us humans away every time we want to help. Just because we don’t have super strength or heal within a split second doesn’t mean we’re useless.  
“You keep doing this! You left me behind before, and guess what, Elena was still killed,” Jeremy exclaims to his girlfriend, “I’m going to find my sister. You go ahead and try to stop me. Y/N, Jenna, you with me?” 
Jenna instantly nods and I shoot a look at Bonnie and Caroline before walking towards Jeremy, “Let’s go.”
“There he is!” 
I follow behind Jeremy as we see a wounded Damon staring off into space. Jenna left a while ago to go find Ric, leaving Little Gilbert and I to try to find Elena. “Damon,” Jeremy tries catching the attention of the delusional vamp and I watch with caution. 
“Where’s Elena? I need to see Elena now,” He frantically says and I send him a smile as Jeremy walks closer to him.
“Hey, let’s get you out of here first, alright,” Jeremy grabs Damon, who instantly falls into his arms. I go to the vampire’s other side and grab his arms trying to help Jeremy with the deadweight. 
After a bunch of odd stares and murmurs from passersby, we finally get Damon through the crowd and into the empty Grill.
Jeremy drops Damon off at a table and goes to tell Ric where we are. I’m still holding onto Damon's arm as I watch Jere, but turn around when I feel Damon do the same. And I freeze.
“Y/n, move I don’t want to hurt you,” Sheriff Forbes stands in front of us holding her gun and pointing at Damon. 
I go to try to reason to her but Damon flashes away, spooking Liz and all I hear is the sound of a gun and a piercing in my left arm. 
“Oh god,” Liz looks at me for a moment in shock but when she looks behind me her features go straight to fear. 
A strangled sob escapes my mouth as I watch Jeremy fall to the floor, his once-grey shirt turning red, as blood spills from his chest. 
“What the hell did you do,” I scream at Liz as I run over to Jeremy with tears in my eyes.
 I strip off my sweatshirt and place it over his bleeding chest.
“Come on Jeremy, you’re going to be alright,” I sob, “You’re going to be alright Jere,”
Another sob comes from my mouth as Jeremy’s shaking hand grabs mine for comfort. 
“I know this hurts but I have to keep pressure on it, okay. You’re going to be just fine.”
I can hear Liz call for paramedics as she tries to move my hands so she can hold down the sweatshirt.
“Don’t you dare,” I snarl at her and she sits back.
“Jeremy…Hey! Jere,” I shake my head as he closes his eyes. 
Bonnie and Caroline rush up to us and Caroline gently sets me back so she can try to help Jeremy. I sit there with silent sobs as I watch Bonnie tell Caroline that Jeremy’s ring won't bring him back since the sheriff is human. 
Caroline bites into her wrist and places it onto Jeremy’s mouth, “Go on, Jeremy. Drink.”
“What are you doing,” The sheriff questions her daughter even though she is not the one who should be speaking at all right now. 
“I’m helping him.”
I sit there with tears in my eyes as Jeremy doesn’t wake up and I know it’s because he’s dead. The others must realize this too because they all sit back with sobs of their own. The sound of a door opening captures my attention and I look up to see Ric and Jenna staring over at us.
“Bonnie what’s wrong,” Ric asks as he and Jenna run over to us. As soon as they see Jeremy though they halt. Jenna instantly falls to her knees crying and I crawl over to her ignoring the shooting pain in my arm. I grab her into my arms and she instantly latches to me and sobs into my shoulder. 
“I know what I need to do,” Bonnie says aloud as she stands, “I need you to grab him. T-Take him with us.”
“No, no, no, no. You can’t move him. This is a crime scene,” Liz tries denying which has me wanting to smack her. Jeremy’s dead all because of a prejudice she has.
“Mom, just let them go,” Caroline tells her mother and Liz stands up so Ric can grab Jeremy’s body.
“Okay. Alright, come here, buddy. I got you,” Ric says and I hug Jenna tighter.
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Bonnie sits in front of us chanting over Jeremy’s body. Candles around us burn hotter as Bonnie shakes her head, “No.”
“What? What is it,” Ric asks.
“They’re angry at me for coming back here. They don’t wanna help.”
I shake my head in denial.
  “Well, they have to.”
Bonnie looks at Jeremy with tears in her eyes, “They said there’ll be consequences.”
“Well, he’s just a kid. Tell’em to shut up.”
Bonnie continues chanting and the witch house starts to shake.
“Emily! I know you’re there. Please help me. I love him.”
Jenna, Ric, and I watch in silent horror as everything stops and Jeremy is still lifeless. Bonnie cries holding him and Jenna crawls over to her dead nephew. 
I look down at Jeremy and let out a sob of relief as I see him flutter his eyes open. 
I sigh deeply as I watch Jenna and Bonnie hug Jeremy. 
“Y/N?”
I turn to Ric who is staring at my arm, I watch as he slowly lifts his fingers and touches my shirt. I fight the urge to groan in annoyance as I look at the fresh blood on his fingers. 
“Anyone want to take me to the hospital?”
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“OK, so it appears you’ve lost quite a bit of blood,” The doctor tells me as he tapes gauze over the gunshot wound on my shoulder. I have a gunshot wound. I was shot. What the hell?! Somehow the bullet that killed Jeremy went right through the upper part of my shoulder. 
Ric and Jenna had dropped me off about an hour ago. They insisted on staying, but I told them my mother would be here soon and they should get back to Jeremy. 
“We’re going to have to give you some blood. Do you happen to know what you’re blood type is? It appears that on your medical records, your mother and father’s blood types are listed but yours isn’t.”
I shake my head, “I’ve never had to get blood drawn before so I don’t know.” 
The doctor nods, “That’s fine. We would give you the universal donor blood but for some reason, we’ve had a shortage in blood lately,” I nod along as if I don’t know exactly why that is, “But we’ll take some of your blood and do a test then find out what your type is.”
I nod and thank him.
“We called your mother but it seems she can’t get out of work and your father didn’t answer. Is there anyone else you’d like to call to be with you?”
My heart hurts as I think about how both my parents couldn’t bother to come to see their own daughter in the hospital, “Um...no thank you. I’m alright.”
The doctor sends me a smile, but he looks almost as hurt about my parents not being here as I am. Tell me about it man. I watch silently as he takes a vial of my blood, tells me he’ll have my results soon, and then leaves. 
Great who the hell is going to drive me home?
I’m awoken by a small shake to my uninjured shoulder. I squint my eyes to see the doctor from before looking down at me wearily. 
At this, I try to sit up but waves of pain stop me.
“Don’t move sweetheart it’ll just rip open your stitches,” The doctor gently pushes me back down. But the look on his face makes me nervous.
“Is everything ok,” I question. 
The doctor is silent before he shows me a blood bag, “I was able to find a match for you, but… your blood type is Type B,” His tone and words confuse me. Wouldn’t he be relieved he was able to find me blood?
“I don’t understand,” I shake my head in confusion.
“I don’t know if I should be telling you this without a parent present. I could be fired,” He says to himself as if he’s fighting some internal battle. 
“Please… what are you talking about?”
The doctor places a hand on my shoulder and frowns at me, “Your mother’s blood type is Type A, and your father’s is Type O,” At the confusion still clearly on my face he sighs, “Genetically those two blood types combinations can only produce Type A and O children. So…”
My entire world seems to come down crashing on top of me as he finishes his sentence.
“You can’t be related, biologically, to your father.”
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elliespillowprincess · 8 months ago
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casual.
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a/n: just wanted to let u guys know this fic is inspired by casual by chappel roan!! i think i did see someone else do this so if it seems like im copying i promise im not!! and comment below who made this idea originally!!
c/w: smut!, ellie’s a little toxic, not rlly a happy ending, super short
why you should not support neil druckmann.
listen to casual while u read!!
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“cmon baby, give it to me, that’s it. that’s my girl.” ellie’s hands are pumping inside you at an animalistic pace whilst she kisses you deeply. you’re in your room, music playing from your phone nearby. ellie had come by to eat takeout and watch a movie with you, and it always ended the same way: her deep in your cunt, guiding you through your orgasm, peppering you with praise and kisses, just to get up and leave right after.
you look over to the vase of flowers she got you the other day after your date at the aquarium. you didn’t really know what you were, just that you were something. in group settings she’d act like you didn’t exist, but would text you after to come over.
“please, y/n, come undone on me fuckkkkk.”
“you’re mine, got it? all fuckin mine.”
after she’d make you finish, she’d just get up and get dressed like nothing happened, like she wasn’t just praising you, getting you off, all for your benefit. if you beg her stay, she’d wait until you fell asleep to sneak out of your house, never being there to hold you through the night.
she acted like the two of you were nothing when you’re with your shared friend group, the two of you not even exchanging glances.
this is how it’s been, she’d treat you like a princess in private, and run away as soon as you finished. you wanted to keep your mouth shut, wanted to act like this didn’t bother you, be the cool girl that holds her tongue and gives her space.
but you weren’t.
because this wasn’t casual, you knew it wasn’t, you knew she knew it wasn’t.
but ellie was scared. she was scared of you, of the two of you actually being something. she liked the easiness, she wasn’t tied down to a relationship, she didn’t have any obligations, it was casual, easy.
she’s knuckle deep in you, praising you as you come undone on her fingers. you try to bring her to your face and kiss her, but she pulls away. “ellie, what- what is this?” you blurt. the sentence lingered in the air like a cloud of smoke, she felt as if she inhaled it and let the truth out everything would go wrong. she stared blankly at you, unsure of what to say back. she gets up, grabbing her things. you can tell she wants to say something but her lips are sealed as though superglue was spread across her lips. “ellie..?” as she’s reaching for the door and beginning to step out, she turns around for a moment.
“it’s casual, right?” she says before closing the door behind her. you were left speechless, naked in your bed and feeling dirty. you text your friends, telling them what just happened.
quinn: dude i’m sorry but you’re a loser
ava: why are you still hanging around her?
you silence your phone, not wanting to hear what they said, even if it was the truth.
you knew it was impossible to be casual with ellie. i mean, your favorite bra was in her dresser. the night she took you to a drive in movie and ice cream after, was the first time you went to her house. the two of you stayed up for hours, her making you finish multiple times. you stayed on the phone with joel for hours when she disappeared for a week, talking him down. how could this possibly be casual?
you let a few days go by, not texting ellie at all. it was giving you anger issues, like she was using you. maybe ellie was right, maybe it was just casual fun.
you open your phone, scrolling to find her contact that previously had hearts around her name, but was replaced by just her name after what she said.
y/n: baby will u get me off again?
els: i’m omw
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bianquitasworld · 1 year ago
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Can we have Dave as a total nerd who gets invited to his first highschool rager where he meets reader who's interested in him?
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Parings: Dave Lizewski x Reader ₊ ⊹
A/N: Sorry for being gone I had no inspiration. I would make this a story but i’m scared to I trust myself doing little head-canons better :( also! Did y’all see the brawl in alabama !? 🪑
Warnings: Underage drinking, I pictured the characters around being 17-18 since they are in high school!! Dave is 18 reader is 18!!
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• Well first of all we all know Dave is a huge nerd and kind of a loser, So how he even got invited to a rager is unknown.
• He decide to go, figured it would be better than spending his time away at home reading comics. Poor boy was lost and confused he did not know what to wear, he was stressed!
• He spent so much time trying to find an outfit at the end of it clothes was all over his bed and floor hangers were everywhere. All this mess just for him to go with the first outfit he had originally put on.
• Dave was so stressed out about absolutely everything he wanted to turn back and go home and read his comic books in the safety of his room.
• The music was far too loud teenagers were everywhere indulging in underage-drinking and dancing, some making out and practically having sex, gross.
• Dave was scared he couldn’t find the person who invited him so he just walked around, he grabbed a cup just to try and fit amongst everyone else at the party.
• Dave recognized some of the people from his school and decided to keep his head down to not embarrass himself in front of them. He noticed many jocks playing beer pong and cheering each other on.
• As he walked around he found comfort in a dark corner away from everyone. Dave would definitely just sit in the corner by himself and people watch, which is exactly what he did until some shirtless drunk dude accidentally slammed in to him, making him spill his beer all over his shirt.
• Dave tried to find a bathroom to clean off his shirt but all the bathrooms downstairs were occupied, so he went upstairs he tried finding the bathroom but instead walked in on a couple about to have sex. He was mortified, the girl threw her shoe and screamed at him to get out.
• once he found the bathroom he opened it without knocking (he didn’t learn his lesson) and walked in on you adjusting your dress,
“Dude what the fuck? Didn’t anyone teach you to knock?”
he was a stuttering mess while he apologized.
“Sorry-sorry i was just trying to-nothing never mind”
• when he was about to leave you stopped him telling him it was fine and you were done anyways. He couldn’t make eye contact with you he was so nervous he thought you were so pretty and his nostrils were overwhelmed by your sweet perfume. Was he drooling? probably.
• Before he could leave you stopped him.
“No, Sorry it’s fine I was done anyways. You okay? You seem like..uncomfortable?”
He was blushing and nervous, he grabbed some toilet paper and tried to clean the now almost dry beer off his shirt.
“Y-yeah? I’m fine-i’m cool just never been to one of these things before-and and…you’re really p-pretty and you smell really good..”
His smile and was cute and his glasses only added to how adorable he looked.
• When he heard your laugh he was done for! That man would’ve done anything you asked and he’d only spoken two sentences to you.
• “well..thanks uh —?”
“Dave my name-it’s uh Dave w-whats yours??”
“I’m —“
• You guys would probably spend 30 minutes talking in the bathroom and laughing, you can definitely tell this is not his scene like at all.
• “So Dave..do you want to give me your number? Or are you just gonna stare at me?”
his loser ass is so embarrassed!! He gives you his number and you guys text all night and morning.
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taintandviolent · 11 months ago
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Bitchin' ; Peter Maximoff x rollerskater!reader
summary: You always wear your silver rollerskates. But, when Peter Maximoff decides to check out the roller rink's arcade, and spots you... It's fate. At least, Peter thinks so. word count: 4.2K words! w a r n i n g s: brief use of Y/N, shameless smut, smut without plot, public fingering, public handjobs, dry humping, kissing, neck kissing. a/n: requested - I lost the original ask but the anon wanted a rollerskating reader who Peter was obsessed with! Honestly, this is my very first Peter fic so if there's anything that isn't in character or canon please mind your business and pretend you do not see it.
full fic & taglist under cut! ↓ / ao3 link here! /
The disco ball twirled above, casting little squares of light over all the skaters like pieces of confetti. You grooved to the music while carefully maintaining your balance. The rink was buzzing with celebration; at least three birthdays amongst other parties were being held there.To you, it was merely another Saturday night. Skating had become more or less a therapeutic activity for you; it was a way to unwind after the day. The stresses floated away behind you as you circled the rink. Thankfully, it was also aerobic in nature, so you were getting your daily exercise in as you decompressed. Not to mention, it was funner than hell.
So, this wasn’t Peter’s usual hangout. But, the rink had a Centipede and a Dig Dug machine, so why not? The light from the machines blinked, reflecting off his eyes. New highscores were easily beaten when the bar was set so low. Come on! Did they even try!? 
To his right, he heard a cacophony of giggles and chattering as a cluster of young girls sped his way, their hands full of drinks. To avoid a collision, Peter was forced to turn around, making way for the girls as they passed. And as he did, two flashes of silver caught his eye. 
Those same two flashes of silver zipped around the rink, catching the neon lights from above. Peter’s dark eyes followed them as they circled and eventually, trailed up the shapely legs that they were attached to. You had a bangin’ body, that much was evident. He watched you as you skated around and around, your legs weaving in and out of each other with skill. You weren’t hugging the perimeter, scared like some of the other girls. You were confident, and in your own, bodacious skating world.
Nah, he thought. No way. But… What if fate is totally intervening, dude? What are the chances that I clock a girl with silver roller skates if it wasn’t meant to be? C’mon… 
As his thoughts raced, you veered off from the throngs of skaters, heading towards the wall near the tables. Chalking it up to destiny, Peter couldn’t argue with himself any further. It was now or never. The moment to strike, the moment to make his move…was right now. 
Your skates hit the wall with a thunk-thunk. Your drink was right where you left it, and still cold enough to sweat. As you sipped, you spotted a guy on a mission, making his way in your direction, maneuvering through people as they passed him. Silver hair? Silver… everything, really. Interesting coincidence. You turned around, unsure, but nobody else was seemingly aware of him. So, you weren’t mistaken, he was headed straight for you. 
Once he got to you, he said two words. Two words.
“Bitchin’ skates.” 
That same dorky smile that he wore as he made his way over to you was still plastered on his face as he stood in front of you now. The same one that, contrary to his probable assumption, you weren’t turned off by. Quite the opposite; you thought it was adorable, endearing even. 
“Uhh…” You brought the plastic straw to your lips, buying yourself time. You sucked in a mouthful of soda, raising your eyebrows at him and he raised his back, grinning inwardly. Something about you had clearly caught his attention; he wasn’t leaving. Unfortunately for him, you were ten kinds of anxious and fourteen kinds of nervous when it came to talking to guys. You leaned over the wall, looking at his feet; a pair of silver shoes. You gulped down more soda, and pulled the straw from your lips.
“Don’t judge a book by its cover, babe. Just cause I’m not skatin’ doesn’t mean I’m uncool.” 
You sniggered, rocking back and forth on your skates. You set the soda down on the same table you retrieved it from and gave him your undivided attention. Even though you hadn’t really thanked him for the compliment, it didn’t matter, he wasn’t deterred. “So uh…” He leaned in, angling his face towards yours. Your gaze flitted to his lips for a nano-second, before you darted back up to his eyes. “My name’s Peter.” 
He’d clearly expected you to tell him your name, but you remained silent, clamming up at the very heavy flirtation that he was laying on you. Had you really just forgotten your own name? Clearing his throat, Peter inched closer still, now practically leaning over the wall that separated the rink from the dining area. 
“You come here often, nameless cutie?” Okay… that was cheesy. Too fast for you to notice, he rolled his eyes, silently chastising himself. Much to his delight though, you didn’t skate off, laughing hysterically, shucking him off like some idiot on the school yard. You stuck around and gave him a cutesy, coy little nod that went straight between his legs. 
“Yeah… I do. Every Saturday night. Um… My name’s Y/N.” 
“Guess I need to start comin’ around on Saturday nights…” 
“Why’s that?” You questioned, pumping the straw in and out of the lid, the plastic creaking with the action. You knew the answer. You were willingly lining him up for a compliment that you’d let land real nicely. “Hm?” 
“Well…” He shifted his weight, leaning his elbow on the railing. “Clearly all the babes come through on Saturday nights. Case in point.” He gestured to you with a nod of his head. 
“Thanks,” you muttered to the floor. Some people scooted around you, bracing themselves on the wall. New skater, obviously. Peter paid them no attention; his gaze was iron-locked on you. 
“For the compliment on your skates or that absolutely bogus pick-up line I just tried?” 
You couldn’t help but laugh, feeling a blush crawling up your neck. “Both… actually. Silver has always been my favourite colour.”
Now Peter was the one blushing. “Was that a… compliment? Or uh…” 
“Could be.” 
“Could be?” 
“Yeah.” 
“What do I gotta’ do to make it one?” 
You considered this. Really, he didn’t have to do anything more than what he’d already done. He was silvery and ultra-cute, and the way his lips curved up into a smile every time he looked at you had your knees turning to Jell-o. Plus, he was wearing a RUSH shirt. RUSH was cool. 
“Skate with me.” 
Say less, he thought. Before you had a chance to process it, Peter raced over to the rental counter, coming to a halt just before the swinging door. The girl behind it was too involved in a fashion magazine to attend to him - and if he was polite enough to wait, the speed at which she was gonna’ move would’ve been excruciating. Peter snatched a pair of skates in his size, tucked his shoes in one of the empty cubby holes and took off back towards you. You had just barely finished blinking by the time he was sitting at your table, arms folded on the railing.
When you opened your eyes, he was sitting instead of standing. You furrowed your brows and peeked over the wall. He was laced up, ready to go.
“How did you…” 
You knew. Even though he hadn’t disclosed it and you hadn’t really seen him move, you knew. You’d heard about mutants, but the thought never captivated you enough to look too deeply into it. To you, they were just regular people – well, not regular people – but people all the same. People with lives, people with feelings. 
But this guy… this guy was really cool.
“Well, come o–” 
Again, before you’d even finished blinking, he was in front of you, cheesing. “You were saying?”
You weren’t sure how else to acknowledge his power, so you’d do it honestly. You nodded once and said: “Bitchin’.” 
“Bitchin’,” he affirmed. “Bitchin’.” 
You dipped forward, reaching for his fingers. His large hand was warm and inviting, and immediately enveloped yours. For a moment, the two of you didn’t move. The second he laced his fingers in between yours, your arm went numb, buzzing with electricity. You weren’t sure whether or not that was a part of his mutantness, or just… your own body responding to this very cute guy touching you. Probably the latter, but you weren’t about to sever the connection to discuss it. 
Peter looked flushed, but masked it with a charming smile and a quirked silver eyebrow.
“Oh, we’re holdin’ hands now?” 
“Well, yeah,” you started, dismissing it as though it was the most normal thing in the world. You beamed, flashing him a smile before pulling him into the flow of skaters. It was hard to imagine that you, with your utterly awkward sense of self, had suddenly taken the lead and were now in control of the situation. “You know how to skate?” 
“Uh… sorta.”
“Well, here.” You spun around, now skating backwards. You held out your free hand, wiggling your fingers towards his. Peter did a double-take – was he really going to be holding both your hands? No questions asked? His already-fast heart thudded in his chest. This was too easy. Fate, man. It’s fate. 
“Come on, don’t be shy. You had enough confidence to come up to me earlier… don’t back out now.” 
“Wha-?! I’m so not!” He looked offended. You couldn’t help but laugh at that, and grabbed his hand at the wrist, pulling him closer to your body. You then noticed that his knees were locked in true beginner form. He looked stiff and slightly unsure. 
“Relax, baby…” You cooed, coaxing him through the motions. “Just move with the groove…”
Slowly, Peter’s dilated eyes crawled up from his skates to yours, and up your divine lookin’ legs. They made their way up your torso before finally coming to a stop on your face. Inside, his heart was hammering against his ribs. Had you just called him baby? Baby? Hoh’ boy… 
Peter composed himself from the impromptu melting you’d caused, he straightened up, relaxing his knees to push into the skates. As the two of you had abruptly picked up speed, you glanced behind you to make sure you weren’t going to run into anyone. Thankfully, he seemed to be navigating pretty masterfully. Peter had his bearings. In fact, thanks to his quick reflexes, he’d gotten his bearings approximately seventeen seconds ago, but you didn’t need to know that. That might’ve prevented the absolutely stellar physical contact he was experiencing now. 
“Yeaaaaaahaaah, Peter! Just like that.” You cheered him on, happy to see that he was loosening up and moving in a much more natural way. For Peter, your smooth voice was doing wonders… but in the wrong way. Or the right way. No. Right way for the wrong situation. Okay, so what? Your syrupy, praising voice was going straight to his crotch. 
“Hey, can we uh… Can we go faster?” He asked. You nodded, preparing yourself to take the lead, but before you could make the necessary changes in speed, Peter spun you around, snaking his arms around you from behind, hands resting gingerly on your abdomen, just above your hips. It was a risky move, he knew it, but it just felt so right to do… and after a few seconds, waiting on bated breath, no protests fell from your lips.You weren’t about to shoo him off, not with the way his grip was sending shivers up and down your spine.  
“Ready?”
You nodded, though you weren’t sure what you were agreeing to. He continued moving his feet, skating them back and forth. With a quick motion that pressed his chest into your back, Peter took off, narrowly avoiding some dude in neon dolphin shorts. He pushed you, navigating both your bodies around the rink at record breaking speeds, speeds so fast that nobody else even registered you two moving. Around you, people were still moving, but slowly. So slowly. You were nothing but fluffs of air as you passed them. It was terrifying; you’d never moved that fast on roller skates in your life. 
After a few laps, you gripped his veiny forearms pressing them tight against your hips. “Okay! Okay!” 
Peter tipped his toes, letting the stops drag against the polished linoleum floors. You two slowed down abruptly until you were back in sync with the rest of the rink’s patrons. Your hair was wind-blown, tousled locks fluttering back into place. 
“You okay?”
“Oh my god,” you breathed. “That was…” 
“Wicked?” 
“Y-yeah.” You swallowed, wetting your throat. You had some other choice words, but you weren’t about to crush his spirit. His toned chest was rising and falling into your back, and for a second, you leaned your head backwards onto his shoulder. You caught yourself in that embarrassing moment of weakness and jerked your head forward again. “S-sor–”
As quickly as you two had stopped, Peter pivoted you on your skates, and crushed his lips against yours, pressing into them tightly. His lips were warm and melted into yours, but the shock of the kiss had you frozen. After a few painstaking seconds, he pulled away, a look of terror plastered on his face. His eyes searched yours, desperately. 
“Shoot… Did I totally misread that?” 
You licked the remnants of him off your lips, humming in satisfaction. “No… no you didn’t.” 
Peter bounced on his heels, nodded, and glanced at your lips again, wanting so desperately to be back against them, but he’d play it cool, and wait for you to make the next move. 
“Peter, I um… think you’re really cute. But next time… can you give me a warning when we’re gonna’ go hyperspeed?” 
“Next time?” He chuckled low, rubbing the back of his neck. He liked the implications that there’d be a next time. “Y-yeah, sure, babe.”
Silence fell between you two, and while neither of you spoke, a lot was being said. The way he gazed into your eyes, the way that you gazed back… that was the thing about chemistry. It found its way in, no matter how quiet you were. Your heart fluttered in your chest, your stomach muscles tightening instinctively as you looked at him. Peter’s strong hand flexed on yours, gripping your fingers and yanking them towards him. The stops on your skates bumped into his, knocking him backwards slightly. 
“Peter...” you started, nervously chewing on the inside of your cheek. 
“Yeah?” Bless him. The eager, almost desperate look in his dark brown eyes told you he was ready for whatever you were gonna’ throw his way. Preferably, another heated kiss. 
You wanted to, desperately, but swallowed that fiery urge, suddenly hyper-aware of the people zipping around you. At  present, no one was tossing insults your way, but if you two lingered on the rink any longer without skating, you suspected they would. Nervously, you chewed your lip. “We should probably um - get off the rink...”
He agreed with an excited but wordless nod, and towed you in the direction of the opening. Adjusting to the feeling of carpet beneath your feet, you moved behind him, thankful for his hand.
As you passed the video games, both of you stopped in front of one of the party rooms. This one, unlike the others, was off to the side, and dark. Inside, there was nothing but a table with some chairs, and a few leftover party decorations pinned to the walls. Both you and Peter stared at the empty room.
“Are you thinkin’ what I’m thinkin’?” 
“I dunno. Just what exactly are you thinkin, Peter?” 
He smirked.
By the time you’d exhaled, Peter had twisted the handle, tugged you inside, and pressed your back gently against the door, shutting it. He hovered over you, face inches from yours, looking down at you with a wanton, heated gaze. With one hand flattened against the wall by your head, Peter flexed the muscles in his forearm, showing off just slightly. 
“Hey,” you said, gazing up into his dark, inky pools. 
“Hey back.”
You wasted no time in kissing him. This time though, you went at him with parted lips, exhaling over his lips. Peter moaned softly into your mouth, overcome by your scent and taste. Everything about you was unreal; from the way that you tilted your head to get close to him to the way that your fingers clawed at the front of his jeans, desperately hooking into his belt loops to pull him closer to your own hips. Coming up to you was the best decision he’d made in weeks. Maybe months. Maybe even friggin’ years. 
Peter’s tongue swirled around yours, pausing to pepper softer kisses on your plush lips every few seconds. “Mmmm-hm…” Another eager kiss. “Babe, you’re totally…”
“What, bitchin’?” You finished for him, teasing.That had been the word of the night, seemingly. 
In response, Peter kissed you again, pulling you in at the waist. He rutted his hips against you desperately, grinding his half-hard cock into your groin, hungrily seeking out friction. At the whisper of his powerful thrust, you paused, flattening both hands on his chest. 
“Wait, lemme take off my skates,” you started. “I don’t want to fall…”
“If you do, I’ll catch ya’. Promise.” 
The confident lilt in his voice was enough to make you trust him, or maybe it was the way that he completely wiped your stream of consciousness by brushing the bridge of his nose against the nape of your neck, peppering tiny kisses along the feverish flesh. 
Peter bucked his hips against you again, forcing himself against your fingertips, pressing them into the denim. You took his enthusiastic dry humping as a green light, and unbuttoned his pants. You followed with the zipper, and you heard Peter mutter something under his breath. Whatever it was, it sounded massively excited. 
“What was that?” You asked, coyly.
You wrestled with his jeans, fingers exploring deeper, slipping through a bush of silver and  ventured further down, stopping only to take hold of his cock at the base. It was hot to the touch, and now, rock hard. Really…. You thought, smirking to yourself. His interest in you wasn’t superficial, this dude really wanted you. You gripped a little harder, watching intently as the muscles in his jaw feathered and clenched. 
“I said uh, um… it was… Hoh’, babe…” You started stroking and Peter’s head lolled back between his shoulders, a broken moan hitching in his throat. “Hoh’ my god…” 
You kept stroking him, your thumb massaging the veiny underside of his swollen cock. Every pass of your fingers brought another breathy whimper from deep within his throat, and your core tightened further. He was putty in your hands, desperate, whining and begging for more. 
“Just like that, babe…” He bucked his hips rhythmically and brought his other hand to the door, bracing himself. 
“Want me to go faster?” 
He looked at you, quirking a brow as if to say, “Really?”
So you did. It took all of three seconds for Peter to start quivering above you, almost vibrating. Peter dropped one hand, his thick fingers dragging across the ruched elastic of your shorts, pads fluidly slipping over the satin fabric. 
“Can I…” He paused, clearing his throat. “Can I touch her?” 
You loved that he called her her. Cute. You exhaled a moan through your nose and bit down on the corner of your lip. Meeting his gaze again, you nodded excitedly. Peter’s hand pressed against your stomach and dove downwards, slipping over the front of your shorts. At first, he stroked her from the outside, feeling the warmth that radiated from between your folds. But he moved fast, in all ways, and soon, he craved a different sensation. Quickly finding the waistband of your shorts again, he dipped inside to find the hem of your underwear, pausing only to run his finger along it, before slipping past it.
“Ohhhh…” He groaned, feeling the blistering heat of your cunt, and the beginnings of the pre-cum that had made its way up to your folds. “Oh, okay. Silver really is your favourite color.” 
You laughed into his neck, walking your feet out slightly to spread your cunt for him. His fingers grazed your clit, circling it delicately a few times before he moved to your slit, manipulating the wetness that greeted him and coated his fingers. Peter inserted his middle finger, pumping it in and out carefully a few times. You moaned through closed lips, a weak attempt at muffling the sounds, should anyone hear.
“Wanna’ see something cool?” 
You, breathless and starting to sweat, nodded. 
“Fffuck, you’re so wet… uh, sorry - okay. Prepare to be wowed.” He hoped. At least, he was fairly certain that you’d never experienced what he was about to do. 
Half a second passed. Then Peter’s finger slid in and out of you so fast it almost felt mechanical, drilling into you at inhuman speeds. Your jaw dropped, pupils dilating. He wasn’t joking – but maybe selling himself short. You were a little more than wowed.
Abruptly, you pressed your ass against the door, pulling his slippery fingers from you. “St-stop, I’m gonna’ c-cum if you keep doing that.” Shocked at your honesty, you felt your face flush. 
“Oh?” He slipped another finger in, murmuring happily at the way your slick walls clenched around them. Peter brought his thumb forward so that with every pump of his fingers, the pad of his thumb bumped into your puffy, tender clit. You couldn’t help but whine then, the dual-stimulation overwhelming your senses. 
He continued, winding the coil in your tummy tighter and tighter. You moved into him just a little bit closer, plunging him in just a little bit deeper and wrapped your free arm around his broad shoulders, desperate to bring your bodies tighter together. Although his hand enveloped your pussy, you could feel the repeated grind of your own hand as you jacked him off. 
Peter continued, mercilessly, delighted that he had you coming undone in front of him. Sweat streamed down your neck, winding its way down into your cleavage – which, by the way, he was absolutely devastated he couldn’t see. His gaze was locked on your tits then, watching as they rose and fell with each laboured breath you took. Suddenly, your hand went slack around his dick. You focused on nothing in particular as white hot flashes darted across your vision. Peter groaned into your neck as you came around his fingers, warm, wet… 
Your knees buckled, the wheels of your skates rolling forward. Just as he promised, Peter caught you strongly with his free arm, and pinned you against the door with a soft thud. You gasped, gripping him hard, pleasuring him with a new found fervour. You stroked his cock with long, deliberate strokes, paying special attention to his reddened head. Pre-cum, lots of it, leaked from the slit, and you eagerly spread it until his whole cock was slippery. Peter squirmed against your body, his fingers still slipping in and out of you at high-speed. 
“I’m gonna’... I’m gonna’....” 
“Oh, so you cum fast too?” 
Your teasing was all it took for Peter to lose it. Every muscle in his body clenched, his eyes rolled back as his dick spurted sticky, white ropes over your hand and into the fibres of his jeans. You loosened your grip, letting the natural throb of his cock bump into your stomach, leaking against your skin.  
Knock. Knock. 
In a nanosecond, Peter had both of your appearances returned to normal as though a mutual jerk-off session hadn’t just happened. But ohhhhhh, it had. It definitely had. Even though the boner had totally faded, his cock still felt like it was throbbing. He laced his fingers with yours, and threw open the door, pretending to search for the light switch.
“Hey, this room is off-limits…” The girl said, looking slightly annoyed. Peter recognized her; the same one from the rental booth. Guess she finally had to make her rounds. 
“We were just – “ you stammered, trying to find a feasible excuse. 
“Checking out the room for a party.” Peter interjected. “Is food provided?” 
The girl seemed taken aback by such a simple question. “Uh… y-yeah. We do pizza or hot dogs.” 
“Sick, thanks.” 
With that, Peter yanked you from the room, skating back towards the arcade machines. You looked out towards the rink; it had slowed down substantially, and likely, would close soon. Time had flown while you were in there with him. 
Once you two had stopped, you turned to him, running a single finger down the front of his shirt. It was still damp and warm with his sweat. A small smile curled its way onto your pink lips. 
“You got a pen?” 
Thwip. Thwip. He was back, fingers wrapped around a blue pen, which he held out to you proudly. With a satisfied smile, you took his hand, flipped it over, and wrote your number on the inside of his palm, near the meat of his thumb.
“Call me?”
“Yeah, maybe.” Not maybe. He was for sure gonna’ call you. He’d call you the second he got home – well, no. Maybe not because he’d get home way before you. But. He shook his head slightly, dislodging the distraction.
If Peter had his way, he’d bust his next nut inside of you.
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Jealousy
Shinobu Kocho x Fem reader! Jealous Shinobu
Story alone word count: 3820
Hey dere! 🤓🥸 Decided to make my own story on the request I’ve been sending people to write. Originally, I was going to let them write my request but I couldn’t wait 😖. Saying this incase someone thinks I copied another persons work. Btw in this let’s just say (Y/n) has brown hair.
••••••
Shinobu has been so very busy with patients and Hashira work. So much to where she doesn’t have a lot of time to spend with her girlfriend, (Y/n). The only time they’re together is when Shinobu is eating, showering, or going to sleep/cuddling with (Y/n).
(Y/n) has been holding herself back to not seem clingy to Shinobu, but she can’t handle being lonely anymore. Sure, the girls company with Aoi, and Kanao is nice but she wants to hang around with people around her age. So she decides to face what she’s are scared of.
The brunette walks slowly to her destination overthinking. What if she gets upset at me for being clingy? Should I just go back to my room?
The overthinker shakes her head at those thoughts. No! I’m tired of having no to hang out with and I need to talk to Shinobu about it.
(Y/n) takes a right turns and after reaching the end of the hallway, she’s at her lover’s work room. Her hand stretches out to the door but stops. The nervous brunette feels her heart racing rather quickly and feels her hands get sweaty. She wipes her hands on her clothes and knocks.
“Come in!” She hears her girlfriend say. (Y/n) enters the room nervously. Shinobu turns around gracefully and is waiting for (Y/n) to say something.
(Y/n) stands there which causes Shinobu to raise her eyebrow at her. “Is something wrong, dear?” Shinobu asks walking to her nervous girlfriend.
“I-I just feel lonely. There’s no one for me to be with. I’d like some attention.” (Y/n) says, mumbling the last part making her cringe.
The hashira couldn’t help but tease (Y/n), “Some what?” She says in an amused tone acting as if she couldn’t hear (Y/n). Her girlfriend glares at her knowing full well Shinobu heard her.
Shinobu laughs, “Well lucky for you, I have a ten minute break, so what’d you like to do?”
Without answering (Y/n) drags the shorter girl to the bed and just hugs Shinobu taking in her wisteria with lavender scent, and even a hint of ink was smelt. Shinobu hugs her back and kisses (Y/n)’s forehead.
(Y/n) hums happily, she feels relaxed being in her girlfriend’s arms. The silence is nice, just two lovers alone and appreciating each other’s company.
Sadly for (Y/n) the ten minutes are up and the hashira gets up and goes back to work. (Y/n) frowns, which doesn’t go unnoticed by her lover.
“Oh love, what’s wrong?” Shinobu asks. The laying girl hesitates whether or not she should complain to Shinobu.
Atlast, she does, “It’s just that you’re always so busy and I feel lonely.” (Y/n) reveals. Shinobu is a bit surprised because she didn’t think (Y/n) felt this way.
“What about the girls? You can hang out with them too.” The short girl suggests.
(Y/n) sighs and shakes her head, “As much as I love the girls. I’d like to be around with someone who is around my age. Someone who understands me.”
The hashira’s mouth forms into an ‘o’ shape. She nods and comes up with a solution, “Why don’t you just go make friends with someone from outside? Instead of just people from the butterfly estate? What about some hashiras?”
(Y/n) shivers at the thought of trying to make friends with anyone outside. (Y/n) is a quiet type of person and and. So the thought of going outside and meeting others not inside the estate, scared her.
She’s afraid she’ll embarrass herself. She’s a bit familiar with most of the hashiras and doesn’t know if she’ll get along with them.
White haired scar dude is too aggressive, snake boy doesn’t care about anyone but the pink haired one, pink haired is too talkative, flashy guy just cares about being flashy, and Gyomei is nice but she sees him as a father figure. There are two hashiras she hasn’t met and doesn’t know much about them.
“Okay. I’ll try making a friend” (Y/n) said as she stood up from the bed. Shinobu smiles and makes her way (Y/n). She wraps her arms around (Y/n)’s neck and kisses her passionately.
(Y/n) smiles into the kiss and puts her hands on Shinobu’s waist bringing her closer. After a bit they pull away and Shinobu guides (Y/n) to the door.
“Good luck on making a new friend, my love. And please don’t take too long” The Hashira says in a soft tone knowing how she her girl is. (Y/n) almost folds on how sweet Shinobu sounds, but she just nods at the short girl.
•••••
(Y/n) tried being friends with the mist hashira but he seemed to be lost in thought and just ignored (Y/n). The whole interaction was awful she introduced herself and he just asked her, “What was your name again? I forget unimportant things”.
Safe to say she was embarrassed.
Then on her way to the next hashira she found another kakashi. She asked him if he knew the directions and he responded rather rudely, “I do know where it’s at but why should I tell you? You don’t seem important enough to be meeting with a hashira”
The poor girl was shocked at how rude he was and just apologized. That really ruined her day, so much for trying to make friends with a hashira.
Right now (Y/n) was on her way back to the butterfly estate when she saw a guy sitting down alone next to a tree. He had a split type of haori the right side is just fully maroon, while the left side is squares patterned as the colors red, yellow, and green.
(Y/n) made her way to him and sat down on the opposite side of the tree, sighing. “This place sucks. I can’t seem to make any friends here. Is the place here always this bad?”
The silence was so loud you could just hear it. After a long pause, “Yeah.” the guy responded in a monotone voice.
Well he definitely isn’t much of a talker (Y/n) says in her head.
“Do you think I’m not liked by people?” The guy asked. The question caught (Y/n) off guard. “Well I don’t really know who you are since I just met you. You just seem like the silent type though.”
“Talking to people is tiring” The mysterious dude stated.
(Y/n) laughed, agreeing. “Yeah, you’re right. I’m not like other people who can talk so much. I can barely hold a conversation for so long. It’s hard to fit in when they’re so different compared to me.”
The phrase ‘I’m not like other people’ made the mismatch haori dude perk up. They were similar to what his thoughts were about himself.
“You… You also don’t think you fit in?” He asks turning to (Y/n). (Y/n) hums a short ‘mhm’. The brunette also turned around in realization.
Then, the two people laying under the tree asked the same question, “What’s your name?”
••••
Today had been a success for (Y/n), despite all the things that happened earlier.
(Y/n) was finally coming home after like 2-3 hours. She was glad she made a friend, tomioka-san! She even found out he was the last hashira she needed to meet!
They had been talking the entire time about each other’s life. The happy brunette was hoping she’d find him again tomorrow to hang out.
After two minutes of walking, she finally arrived home.
Aoi had been waiting outside of the butterfly estate waiting for (Y/n). The moment Aoi saw the brunette she marched right up to her.
“Where the hell have you been all day? I finally convinced Shinobu-sama to finish work early but she went back to work because you weren’t around. The poor girl has been working nonstop!” Aoi scolded the older and much taller girl.
“Sorry I-”
“No no no don’t apologize to me! Go to Shinobu-sama already!” Aoi interrupted now even more upset than before. (Y/n) widens her eyes and nods nervously.
The taller girl rushes inside to look for her hashira girlfriend. She found the insect hashira knocked out snoring softly on her working table. The brunette smiled at the sight of this and quickly scooped up her girlfriend.
“(Y/n)?” Shinobu mumbled, waking up a bit from all the movement. “Yes, my butterfly?” (Y/n) replied, smiling softly at how cute her girlfriend was.
“I missed you. I didn’t think you’d be gone for so long.” The sleepy girl said inching closer to the brunette.
The strong girl carried Shinobu all the way to their shared room and placed the sleeping beauty on her bed. (Y/n) changed clothes quickly and went to give her girlfriend a goodnight kiss.
“Love you, sleep well.” She whispered, making the latter smile and open her eyes a bit.
“Love you too” the hashira whispered back causing the very much awake girl to smile. As (Y/n) stood up , she felt a tug on her shirt. She turned around to see Shinobu frowning at her.
“Sleep with me please? You were gone all day. You were missed” Shinobu said groggily to her lover. The non-hashira nodded and laid down.
Shinobu immediately embraced the latter and smiled, finally being with her girl. (Y/n) turned to Shinobu, “I made a friend today” she spoke happily.
The shorter girl congratulated the latter and immediately fell asleep causing the brunette to laugh.
••••
About a month have passed since (Y/n) became friends with Tomioka and they’ve gotten so close she now calls him by his first name.
Now for Shinobu (my glorious queen ‼️) who thinks Mitsuri, the love hashira was her girlfriend’s friend. She couldn’t be more wrong.
The insect hashira finally been given a break for a week and she wants to spend it with her favorite person. She pretty much runs all the way to the love hashira’s mansion where her girlfriend is ‘at’.
She knocks on the door, and waits a bit for it to be answered. Mitsuri opens the door with the snake hashira on her side.
“HIIII SHINOBU!!” The pink haired girl exclaims excitedly, rushing to hug the latter. Shinobu pats her back and breaks the hug.
“Hi, Mitsuri! Thank you for becoming friends with (Y/n) and keeping her company while I’m busy. I hope you don’t mind but could I borrow my (Y/n)?” She says immediately already wanting to see the brunette.
The Love Hashira has confusion written all over her face, along with the Snake Hashira.
“Oh! I’m afraid (Y/n)-san isn’t here. She seems very sweet though, I’d like to be friends with her someday.” The love Hashira responded.
The shorter girl was confused was Mitsuri not (Y’n)’s friend? Now that she thinks about it (Y/n) never did tell her who her new friend was. She recalled falling asleep right after congratulating the brunette.
“Oh! Apologies then. By any chance do you know where (Y/n) is?” Shinobu apologized, a bit embarrassed.
“No, sorry! Come again next time though!! And, tell (Y/n) I’d like to be friends!” Mitsuri said happily as she waved goodbye.
Shinobu waved back, and left. Who could (Y/n)’s friend be?
After a while of thinking the small girl came to the conclusion it’d be Muichiro, so she made her way to the Mist Hashira’s estate.
She knew it definitely wasn’t Sanemi for obvious reasons that dude is a walking bomb. He’s ready to explode any second now right up in anyone’s face.
Can’t be Gyomei either, she knew (Y/n) saw him as a father figure. Rengoku is nice but very loud and can’t hear well. And, her girlfriend is definitely not friends with Tomioka because well… he’s Tomioka.
As the hashira turned a corner she saw her girlfriend laughing and walking with someone. That someone looked familiar, tall, mismatch haori, and messy spiky hair.
Upon seeing the person she already felt agitated, but seeing him with HER girlfriend? Ohhh she did NOT like that one bit. A vein could already be seen on her forehead, and one starting to pop out on her neck.
She quickly made her way to the duo and wrapped her arms around (Y/n)’s waist. The Hashira nuzzled into (Y/n)’s neck, not caring about the guy next to them.
The non-hashira immediately smiled, recognizing who the person hugging her was. “Shinobu!!! I didn’t know you weren’t working today” she exclaimed turning around and returning the hug.
Shinobu smiled at this and the forehead vein disappeared temporarily. Once the couple pulled away from the hug, the small hashira turned to the guy next to her girlfriend.
“Sooo why are you with my girlfriend, Tomioka-san?” Shinobu asked with the forehead vein forming again.
“Oh yeah! Giyuu-kun is my best friend! The one I was telling you about. I’m so excited for you two to get along! Well actually you guys already know each other so ” (Y/n) exclaimed.
Shinobo was ready to explode upon hearing what (Y/n) called him. Seriously!? Giyuu-kun? Just how close are they? (Y/n) didn’t even speak to me informally in such short time! She was so going to pick on him even more when (Y/n)’s not around.
“Kocho is your girlfriend?” He asked (Y/n) who nodded happily.
The shorter girl’s eye started to twitch upon hearing his voice. “Yes! She’s my girlfriend and we are happy together. Been going strong for two years and NOTHING will get in between us.” She said with her fake smile she’s practiced using so much.
Shinobu got closer to (Y/n) and hugged her waist possessively. She kissed (Y/n) while glaring at Giyuu. (Y/n) pulled away shocked a bit by the sudden kiss. She tried pulling away from the hug too but Shinobu’s grip was way too strong.
“Shinobu I don’t mind you hugging me but we’re infront of someone remember? I don’t want to make it awkward.” The brunette whispered a little embarrassed.
“Fine.” Shinobu let go of (Y/n) but not before giving her another kiss and grabbing her butt a bit making (Y/n) let out a small moan. (Y/n) was extremely embarrassed and red. She was going to give Shinobu a lesson on how to act infront of others.
“Oh… Err well that’s good for you guys.” He said with a deadpan look but also looking away from the awkward sight infront of him.
“Yeah it is. I wonder when you will find someone. It must be pretty lonely huh? Can’t relate, I don’t think you’ll find anyone your whole life.” Shinobu fired at Giyuu, smirking. Giyuu didn’t look like he cared and just gave her a blank face.
“Uhmm… so Shinobu are you going to join us shopping? Me and Giyuu-kun were on our way there.” The brunette asked finally recovering from her embarrassment.
“Yes! I got a whole week off and would like to spend it with you alone” The hashira responded and glared at Giyuu when saying ‘alone’ which didn’t go unnoticed by (Y/n) who just raised her eyebrow.
As they all started to walk, Shinobu made sure to stay in between the duo. The order was Giyuu, Shinobu, and (Y/n).
Atleast, that was the order for a bit “Actually. Kocho could I be next to (Y/n)?” Giyuu said.
Ohh he just HAD to open his mouth didn’t he? Shinobu stared at him dead in the eyes and gave a fake smile. Right when she was about to say no, (Y/n) moved to the middle. So now it was Giyuu, (Y/n), and Shinobu.
Shinobu couldn’t help it and let a frown slip. If it wasn’t for her girlfriend there, Giyuu would be getting punches with insults thrown left and right. The short hashira took (Y/n)’s hand and pulled the girl closer to her.
“So how did you guys become meet? I wouldn’t expect my beautiful, kind, and amazing girlfriend to be friends with someone like you Tomioka-san. I wonder if she felt pity for you and became your friend because no one likes you.” Shinobu said looking straight at Giyuu with the biggest fake smile ever.
(Y/n)’s eyes widened in shock on how her girlfriend was treating her bestfriend. “Shinobu! That is not how you treat others. Please stop acting immature.”
“It’s fine (Y/n). I’m used to it already.” Giyuu said trying to defend Shinobu a bit.
“Used to it? Is this not the first time?” (Y/n) asked in surprise, getting more upset now. Shinobu hissed at Giyuu for just making things worse and exposing her.
“N-no! I always treat him nicely. This is just how we joke around!” Shinobu tried lying but (Y/n) saw right through.
“Giyuu-kun I’m sorry we can go shopping a different day. I’ll let you know when.” (Y/n) apologized. She didn’t have to tell Giyuu twice.
He waved goodbye and skedaddled not wanting to get in the lover’s quarrel.
(Y/n) dragged Shinobu all the way home and to their room not saying a word the whole entire way.
Now Shinobu was regretting how she treated Giyuu a bit. Actually, no she didn’t. How dare he try to get close to her girlfriend.
She was thinking of an apology in her head to tell (Y/n) when they arrive home.
•••
The moment they reach their room the brunette locked the door and let go of her hashira girlfriend.
“What was that!? Why were you being so rude to Giyuu-kun. And don’t even think I forgot on how touchy you were infront of me.” (Y/n) questioned angrily, crossing her arms and tapping one foot.
“Ughh… will you please stop calling him that.” Shinobu complained, rolling her eyes not liking how close they are.
“Giyuu-kun? There’s nothing wrong with it. Me and him got very close this past month. So what’s up with you, why are you just insulting him?”
“It’s because Tomioka isn’t really the ideal friend. He’s.. he’s just so bland and basic. He literally doesn’t talk a lot and he’s painfully unfunny. Seeing him just annoys me and seeing him WITH you made me more upset.”
“What? Oh for fucks sake Shinobu! You’re just annoyed that he doesn’t talk much? Have you actually tried to get to know him? He’s actually pretty funny.” (Y/n) defended Giyuu. Shinobu was going to respond but was cut off.
“Shinobu, I really don’t get you… You tell me to make friends but the moment I do, you get all angry and just throw insults at them? You know I was really excited for you to get along with Giyuu-kun but clearly that was too much to ask for.” (Y/n) said with tears threatening to come out.
Realization hits Shinobu by seeing just how much her girlfriend is hurt by her actions.
“(Y/n) I’m sor-”
“No go apologize to Giyuu first and please be mature.” (Y/n) said leaving their room and slamming the door. Shinobu winces at how loud it was.
Gosh I really did mess up. Am I serious? I got jealous of Giyuu being close to (Y/n) but I’m literally dating her! Now I have to go and find where that water hashira is at if I went to be good with (Y/n) again. I really need to make it up to her.
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(Y/n) was helping Aoi with patients. She already helped 12 of them and now she just needs these last three. She immediately sighed walking into the room containing the trio Tanjiro, Inosuke, and Zenitsu.
Zenitsu was complaining about the rehabilitation training and Inosuke was making a mess of the place stuffing his face with food. Tanjiro was sitting peacefully on his bed listening to Zenitsu while telling Inosuke to slow down.
Tanniro noticed (Y/n) and greeted her. She greeted him back but went straight to Inosuke, telling him to slow down with his food which he actually did do. Tanjiro was surprised at how calm Inosuke is with either (Y/n) or Shinobu around.
Tanjiro could tell (Y/n) was upset though. He smelled a hint of anger and sadness. “(Y/n) are you mad? I’m smelling a hint of anger.”
“You idiot! You never ask a girl if she’s mad when she clearly is!” Zenitsu shouted. He could hear how loud (Y/n)’s heartbeat was, it was loud and thumping hard.
(Y/n) chuckled at the duo, “Yes, I’m a bit upset. Something happened but it’s okay. No need to worry”
Tanjiro nods in understanding.
When the brunette is done checking up on the trio, Zenitsu and Inosuke are sleeping soundly except Tanjiro.
“I’m sorry, I don’t mean to be nosy but are you perhaps upset with Shinobu.? I smelt Wisteria earlier so I’m guessing you were with her.” Tanjiro asked.
The non demon slayer sighs and nods. After she explains the situation, Tanjiro’s a little surprised. He didn’t think Shinobu was so protective of (Y/n). He started to smell Wisteria again so he perked up.
The door flew open scaring (Y/n) but then she saw who was at the door. No one other than her girlfriend. She huffed and turned the other way dramatically. She wasn’t that mad anymore after talking to Tanjiro but she liked to be dramatic.
Shinobu entered and dragged (Y/n) away.
“Goodluck (Y/n)-san!” Tanjiro whisper shouted.
When the couple reaches their room again, Shinobu locked the door and hugged (Y/n) tightly around her waist. She looked up and stuck her head in the non demon slayer’s neck.
“I apologized already. I’m sorry, I realized how I acted was immature. I was just jealous seeing him make you laugh. I was selfish for only thinking of myself and not thinking how you’d feel. You were excited for both of us to become friends. Please.. forgive me I don’t like fighting with you” Shinobu choked out trying not to cry.
The brunette couldn’t help but laugh a bit knowing the hashira was fighting back tears. so she raised Shinobu’s head and kissed her lips softly. Shinobu smiled knowing this was a confirmation her girlfriend forgived her. After a short while they both pull away out of breath.
“It’s fine now let’s go shower you stink of ink and a bit of sweat. Were you running?” (Y/n) asked scrunching her nose as a joke.
Shinobu pulled away from the hug and lightly punched her. “You’re the one who reeks of medicine and blood.” The shorter girl fired back.
The couple both laughed and went to go shower.
This was my first time ever writing. Hope people like it. Go check out @shinobushaori version of this story! I think she did a much better job! 🙏🏽🫶
I didn’t double check everything so there may be mistakes. I apologize for them.
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rentumblsstuff · 10 months ago
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Random Hatchetfield Headcanons
The first time Alice Woodward ever smoked weed was when (after much inner turmoil) she asked Deb to shotgun it with her.
Max has two snaggletoothed incisors which is why people swear to god he has fangs.
Deb also has a snaggletooth which is what inspired the vampire part of Alice’s vampiric sapphic play. Alice also thinks it’s ironic she made a vampire character when Deb is a vegan.
Ruth as a Sophmore hit on Senior Alice a lot. Alice thought it was funny and she and Deb “adopted” her. Max and Steph also put the PANIC in bi panic for Ruth.
Max would find it weirdly hot that Grace wears bathing suits under her clothes because of the idea that he gets to see what her body looks like before even she does.
The hospital is downtown, so Becky Barnes definitely got infected in TGWDLM. Despite never wanting to do it again, Becky climbs the tree as someone calls the HFPD to save Kathy’s cat because she’s still infinitely compassionate even under Pokey’s control. Plus, Pokey knows she wants to get over the trauma associated with climbing trees, so he makes her do it to give her a big number about finally overcoming her past. She accidentally flings the cat as soon as the song starts, which is why in Show Me Your Hands, the cat dies so quickly even though it JUST got called in.
Peter infected Steph who infected Deb who infected Alice in TGWDLM. Pete and Steph would have been Sophomores and Deb and Alice were Seniors, but I always imagine Steph and Deb knowing eachother because MRFC said Steph is in the Smoke Club on Twitter at some point. Assuming Steph’s been a little punk for a while, she’s been in the smoke club since at least Sophomore year, and probably a new inductee the same year as TGWDLM (2018).
Alice and one of her parents (maybe Bill) were also raised in purity culture because we know the Woodwards and the Chastitys go to the same church. The Woodwards probably take it with a grain of salt though (Alice has expressed dislike over Grace’s prudishness)- either that or one of her parents (probably her mom) wasn’t originally from said church and also raised Alice with “this is what you’re learning here, but here’s also what I learned at my church at your age.” Bill was likely the one raised in purity culture because he does NOT LIKE DEB and thinks that if she HAS TO date a girl, she should date someone like Grace Chastity, implying she’s an exemplary teen girl. Ms. Woodward lets Deb sleep over and probably knows she smokes and likes her anyways; three points for Alice’s mom not being the puritanical one.
Ted reads romance novels. He’s a former geek turned sleazeball- you know he reads the smuttiest novels ever and calls them “his research”. He refuses to read any book with the friends to lovers trope because it’s too upsetting to think about. (Side note Time Bastard gave us a definite date that timelines don’t branch/reset before depending on whichever theory you believe because the homeless man is in every timeline, meaning that Jenny’s death is fixed in time and never changes: October 7th 2004, so the timelines change anywhere between October 8th 2004 and 2018.)
In whatever timeline Emma finally gets to have her weed farm, she meets Paul when he tells her he was prescribed that marajamij for his anxiety and he was too scared to try Xanax. She thinks he’s kind of cute for a wet cat of a corporate slave. “Fuck the patriarchy? Yes please.” (Side note Paul seems so uptight and unfuckable like bro gotta be blank down there like a Ken doll and has no discernible kinks from what I remember while Emma is laid back and chill asf and like… normal in comparison so yeah sure Paulkins canonically fucks but does Emma enjoy it?? Like dude even Pete’s more fuckable than him come on.)
Pete and Steph don’t kiss when they admit their feelings for eachother even though one of them would die before ever getting to kiss each other because they both think it’ll only make it that much harder to go through with sacrificing the other. One of the reasons Pete also chooses to be the one to take the bullet because he doesn’t think he even COULD pull the trigger on her. Like it’d be physically impossible for him, in his mind.
TGWDLM was originally meant to be an allegory for the institution brainwashing us. Show Me Your Hands and America’s Great Again: examples of people in power working for and fulfilling the evil wishes of some almighty, otherworldly, inhuman THING (be it aliens, be it those in power). It’s clearly meant to satirize the way that power corrupts and tries to convince you its way is better. Even Hidgens, THE FUCKING TEACHER, tries to teach his student that it will be better for everyone to join in that corruption and give in to the hive mind. This reminds me of how the school system in America tries to paint our history as something glamorous; manifest destiny instead of genocide of the indigenous populations. The people in power convincing those under them that the deaths of countless lives is a good thing and it will pave the way to a better future. Cool motive, still murder. Which is why Emma “Fuck the Patriarchy” Perkins is the last one to be infected. She was incapable of being brainwashed , and even when she was the last one left, she saw that the people watching didn’t care, and the all-consuming threat of corrupted power closes in on her until the very last moment.
The Lords in Black were going to try to convince whoever sacrificed their most treasured something to do more work for them, but Grace required very little convincing. Like Wiggly spoke into her mind like “Gracy-Wace! You forgot my booky-wook! Look in it, see any thing you like? Wanna kill all the pervy-wervys?” And she’s like “holy cow I can kill all the pervy-wervys with this book?” Pete would have needed the most convincing because he’s just lost the only girl who will ever love him (in his mind) and so he’d think these things took away his one chance at true love and NEVER want to deal with them again. Even if they offered him a way to get her back, he’s too smart to know that won’t come without an even bigger price AND too paranoid to think she won’t come back wrong like Max did.
If the Green-Foster family ever did get to move to California and Lex got to be an actress, her interview attitude would be a lot like Reneé Rapp and if she ever got asked about why she’ll openly shit talk people in an interview, she’s like “I used to work retail I learned pretty fast that nothing gets done if you keep your mouth shut.”
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cassoliravioli · 2 months ago
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INTRO!!
Hello! I am Cassoli and I am crazy obsessed with TF2 and POSTAL
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I have 2 other blogs, so when I follow you, don't be scared on 2 more additionally following you lmfao ☹️
DNI:
Just don't be weird and people who have some sort of prejudice against alt people and minorities, please, be a kind person, not everyone is the same and people have their way of expressing themselves 👍
Child likers, proshippers etc etc
Basic info :3
I go by Cassoli, Ravioli or Runner (my pfp is me irl fr), btw funfact cassoli is my very cool surname
I am cis girl but idgaf to pronouns honestly
I am 15, but I wanna warn you that i am not innocent, nor I am afected (generally) to +18 stuff (NORMAL STUFF BTW), so DONT get a jumpscare if I post something a bit horny 😭🙏 since COME ON sex is a normal thing yall
I am 🇧🇷, my first language is portuguese so my english sucks
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I study in a military school and try my best to go very well at it (trust me I am very smart! -> 🤓☝️) and I am a track athlete so I don't post very often of how occupied I am... and sometimes im just lazy 🤑
But I want to be clear: something i've seen that is very common for teenagers my age to do is to interact and chat with people older than them, HOWEVER I am an exception, that means that I'm on tumblr strictly for posting my stuff, I have absolutely 0 interest in chatting with anyone besides my irl friends, so do not dm me, thank you 👍
FANDOM INFO YEHAW
Team Fortress 2: main fandom, I am highly hyperfixated on it so I generally only post this iamverysorry 😔
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POSTAL: how the fuck did rws make postal dude so hot and for what 😭💯 also I am getting absolutely obsessed w it (I even finished playing postal 2 already) so expect more of postal to come
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Murder Drones: cool asf show, highly recommend if u like horror 🥸
FNAF: hurhurhurhur (my favorite character is bonnie)
OFF: batter is charismatic. AND THE LORE OHMYGODDD 🗣🗣
Chainsaw man: the only anime I like 😔
Sonic: first fandom, I still love it dearly
Happy Tree Friends: I love it SOMUCH goddamit I cannot even put into words 😔 I know its gorey and stuff but ITS THE CHARACTERS FOR ME SORRY ☹️
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TF2 INFO HELL YEAH 💥
I am
Unhealthly obsessed
with scoutcest. Its my favorite OTP from all time
btw when I draw them I often feature my BLU scout oc (they are presented as different people then), but any interpretation of scoutcest is VERY welcome (MINUS THE INCEST ONE.)
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Medic main, I SUCK at TF2 so the only class I can play really well is medic 🤑 and my mvm main is Heavy!
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My favorite character is the scout, idk if I want to be him or be with him ☹️ (I am his n1 fan btw!!!)
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I LOVE THE BLU TEAM!! (I have an army of BLU team ocs)
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TAGS
My reblogs don't contain these tags below, so you can find my original content in them:
#cassoli comments -> text posting
#cassoli arts -> art posting
#oc art -> oc posting
#blu scout lore??!?1? -> blu scout lore posting
My sideblog is @holyraviolis
BLU Scout's askblog is @matt-blu
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mah-t-wordblog · 3 months ago
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Prank
Tickletober! Day 3
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Ler: Nobara Kugisaki and Yuji Itadori
Lee: Megumi Fushiguro
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Ships: NONE
Warnings: This is a tickle fic, if you don’t like it, just scroll down
This fanfic is originally in Portuguese, my English is translated using an automatic translator, if there are any big errors you can tell me so I can fix them
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Yuji put on a clown mask
“Great” Nobara said, grabbing a bottle of fake blood and pouring it over her shoulder
“Do you think he’ll fall?” The boy asked
“Of course he will, dude. Then after I show up, you know, right?”
Yuji nodded
“Perfect”
“Let’s hide over there” the boy pointed to a small hallway
“Just wait…”
Megumi Fushiguro was walking in a hallway parallel to the one they were hiding in, heading towards his room
He was fiddling with his cell phone, so he wasn’t even paying much attention to his surroundings
When Megumi passed by the hallway, Nobara jumped in front of him
“Fushiguro! Help!” He exclaimed
Yuji, wearing a clown mask, jumped and pretended to bite her on the shoulder
“Noooo...” The girl whimpered, letting the fake blood run down her arm and then she fell to the ground.
Megumi looked away from his cell phone and looked up. He didn't even look away or raise an eyebrow. He just walked between the two of them and kept walking.
"Hey!" Yuji took off his mask. “What the hell happened?"
"Oh shit! My acting was so good!" Nobara said, standing up. "I'm going to beat the crap out of this guy."
Yuji held her back, but went over to Megumi.
"But Fushiguro.……… you weren't even scared?"
The guy rolled his eyes “you two are idiots”
“It was just a prank, no need to get mad” Nobara laughed “I'm sure it was because you were scared”
“No, I wasn't, I'm not that stupid to be scared of something like that, in fact the one who usually gets scared of that is Itadori”
Yuji crossed his arms, Nobara couldn't help but laugh
Megumi started walking again
“But Nobara, our goal wasn't to make him-“ Yuji was talking but Nobara covered his mouth
“Don't talk, he'll hear, you idiot”
“What do you want?”
The two friends looked at each other and smiled, they had the same idea
“Ah, we saw that you always have that frown on your face��”
“So we wanted to see if we could put a smile on your face…”
The two slowly approached
“You won't be able to, idiots”
“No?” Yuji jumped on top of Megumi, starting to squeeze his sides and tickle him
Nobara ran and did the same, four hands attacking Megumi at the same time
“I-I’m going to-“
“Kill us? No, you’re not” Nobara laughed
Yuji saw that the hands on the boy’s sides weren’t enough, so he put them under the boy’s arms
Megumi tried to punch Yuji, but couldn’t because Nobara started scratching his belly
The boy couldn’t hold it anymore, he started to smile, and then he started to laugh, really laugh
“Do you know how to laugh?” Nobara teased
“Fuhuhuck yohohou”
“He’s still not laughing much, Kugisaki”
“You’re right, Itadori, try… his ribs” she smiled
That’s it, Megumi started laughing louder and kicking more, punching the air and now trying more than anything to run away
“Oh~ how cute” the girl teased
The two friends looked at each other and realized they should stop, because Megumi was almost crying
The boy’s expression changed very quickly from a smile to its current form, he turned his face away to hide that he was a little blushing, but he didn’t walk away
“That’s hilarious” the girl laughed
“Stop teasing him” Yuji laughed, he reached out to lift the other boy up “why do you have that frown, if your smile is so beautiful”
Megumi looked at him and rolled his eyes
“Argh, next time I’ll kill you” he walked away
Nobara whispered to Yuji “If he had really gotten angry we would be dead”
“I know”
The two laughed softly
And with a smile on his face, Megumi pretended not to hear
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Happy tickletober loves!! 💛💛
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p0rkbun · 1 year ago
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APACHE TEARS┊❝Happy Birthday.❞ Chapter 01
─ Sam Carpenter x OC
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Synopsis: Alexis forgets her birthday, but she didn't forget to visit her childhood best friend.
Content warnings: bad writing, slow burn, mention of being chased by a dog, original characters, not proofread, other than that there's nothing too serious.
Word count: 3.4k
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Before Alexis left Woodsboro, she lived her childhood in the town that was known for its murders in the 90s. Something like that—you don’t expect to live an ordinary life, would you?
A very slim chance you would have a life with no mishaps in a town like that. Even though it has been eleven years since the last murders happened, some crimes occur every now and then. People doing drugs, accidents, assaults, attempted murder, and more. Despite these occurrences, Alexis had gone on with her life, trying to avoid anything that might make her life miserable, and she did. She was smart enough to avoid anything suspicious, including not answering calls from strangers, not going out late at night, having protection, and knowing when someone is planning to mug you.
It was common sense; even a half-brain would know this!
But Alexis wasn’t lucky. Her efforts were all in vain, because not even intuition could stop any misfortune sent to her. Not only did she never felt safe, but she never had any expectations for her own solace.
One day, she caught a blue butterfly around the playground when she was a young girl. The insect had beautiful blue wings—not something you’d see every day—along with its rapid wings that Alexis almost failed to keep up with. The young girl stared at the insect with interest and fascination, wanting to take it home. She didn't, since she knew keeping a butterfly would not last, so she released the creature.
It wasn’t long until a stray and horrifying dog plunged its canine teeth onto the butterfly, ripping its small wings in an instant. The wrecked beauty was nowhere to be seen, already evaporated and chewed by the rabid animal.
Alexis only stared in shock before she took off, frantically fleeing from the dog chasing the poor girl.
Before she knew it, the memories of her first sight of horror were nothing but a faint memory that left her story of how she has cynophobia. Thinking about it now, she thought about how easily a dog can rip a small creature to shreds, thus scaring another one. It was the same thing with humans.
You can easily take someone’s life; for what cause? For your own survival? Pleasure? Revenge? A relief for your buried anger erupting within yourself?
No matter the reasons, the act of killing someone was immoral and will always be something that’s kept with you until the day you breathe your last breath. Even after death.
Years went by in the blink of an eye. Alexis was no longer a little girl but a drowsy looking freshman in college in Modesto, California. She felt like going back to her dorm to sleep, feeling regret seeping in after she accepted the offer from a friend to hang out.
“Aw you already cut your hair? Lame, I already miss your long hair." The charming-looking boy gives Alexis a teasing grin. “You told me to do something new for myself, didn’t you?” Alexis replies with a sigh to Jesse.
Jesse was the first person she met when she moved to Modesto for her college, he was smiley and handsome-looking, and he knew how to dress neatly even for casual hangouts. Coincidentally, the boy was assigned as her roommate. If you met him, he’d be someone with a bit of an obnoxious exterior, but he’s not a bad guy. He’s pretty considerate, Alexis honestly had thoughts of him liking her because of how abnormally nice he is, the other part is him possibly being an asshole underneath that grin. Not the case; however, he's just... slow sometimes.
“Yeah but I didn’t know you were gonna cut your hair!” He exclaimed, “Dude, everybody was literally telling you how long and pretty your hair looked, they’re gonna be devastated if they see you now.” Alexis glances at Jesse “I’m sure it’s not that serious. It’s a matter of time anyway. I don’t know why I kept my hair that long, I feel so much light now.” 
“Really? Did having long hair feel heavy?” Jesse asks with genuine curiosity.
“Of course it does,” Alexis said, her face contorted with irritation. “Could you leave the questions later? Where are we even going?” Jesse lets out a sheepish chuckle at the girl’s response.
“Okay, alright! C’mon grumps” He held Alexis’ sleeve and led her to wherever their destination was.
She didn’t pay attention to where Jesse led her; in an instant, they were at a small shop. The sign was detailed in black, and the exterior was full white. They both stepped in and met with the sight of accessories and items. All of them are for school, studying, or just for looking nice via keychains, pins, desk lamps, and more.
“Woah, i didn’t know they had something like this here,” Alexis says with surprise. She looks back up to Jesse “Is this some kind of thing you’re doing to get a date with me?” Jesse snorts. “No way! I know you’re not into me.” 
“Then what’s the occasion?”
"C'mon, Al, it’s your birthday!” Alexis blinks at him.
“....It is?” The younger girl thinks, and finally realization hits her. "Shit, I forgot...”
Jesse lets out a small laugh and nudges her arm “That’s kinda funny, how’d you forget your own birthday? Did you not celebrate a lot?” Before Alexis could answer him, Jesse drags her to a shelf and picks out a keychain of a cute looking brown bear. “Cute, right?”
She stares at the pin, rubbing the surface a bit as she inspects it. "Yeah," she mumbles, a wave of nostalgia washing over her. “Weird…I remember getting something like this on my birthday.” The taller boy hums. “A pin?” Alexis shakes her head lightly. "No, the bear.” Jesse stared at her with a perplexed look before he spoke, and his words made Alexis laugh. “You got a bear for your birthday?”
“No, it was a..." Her voice trails before she hums as she tries to recall what it was that reminded her of years ago. 
"Actually, I’m not so sure.”
“Happy birthday!” A young girl exclaims with a small gift box in her hands. Ten-year-old Alexis accepts the gift by taking it in her hands. She lifts her head to look at her friend. “You remembered my birthday?” The girl nods and smiles.
Tara was Alexis’ friend, her first and best friend, and she still is as she grows older. She met Tara at the playground when they were about six or seven. Alexis was a year older than Tara, but that didn’t change their close relationship with one another. Tara was the only friend who wanted to talk to her and hang out with her almost every day. 
“How could I forget?” She giggles; she holds Alexis’ hand while walking her back into the house. “You got me a bracelet a few months ago when it was my birthday; I wanted the both of us to match!” She beams with happiness when she sees Alexis’ small smile. “But that bracelet was pretty expensive; how’d you manage to buy the same one?” This causes the shorter girl to stammer a bit. "Well….I kinda begged Sam to buy it."
“Tara!”
“What?” Alexis sighs at her. This girl…
“Why’d you have to bother your sister?” She puts the bracelet on her wrist. The bracelet had small fake pearls on it, along with the green-colored string. Honestly, Alexis would consider it a scam since it was too expensive for its looks; it looked pretty, but it didn’t match the price. She only realized that after buying the thing. “It’s fine! Sam didn’t mind, i think...  besides she likes you; she even bought you your favorite soy milk on the way home.” Tara says this and hands her friend a soy milk box.
Alexis looks at the box and feels a small burst of joy in her heart. She rarely gets to see Sam, her best friend’s older sister, but she always made her feel comfortable when they were together. She found the older girl cool and sweet; she was a little quiet and scary at times, but it felt nice knowing Sam didn’t mind her. Things have been different for the last year for some reason. She was more distant, but that wasn’t weird for Alexis; she knew people change and get busy sometimes.
Alexis sends Tara an appreciative look before speaking “Could you tell her thanks?”
Tara frowns at the girl. “Hey! You didn’t say ‘thank you’ to me!” She huffs.
“Thank you, you brat.” Alexis rolls her eyes and receives a pinch from Tara for her response. “Ouch stop!” She hisses and pinches Tara back, earning a squeal from the shorter girl. “Ow! I got you a gift and this is what you repay me?!” Alexis dodged Tara’s hand when she tried to pinch her again.
The two ran back to Alexis’ house while giggling and squealing; it wasn’t rare when Tara visited her house. She seems to like being there more than her own home, especially nowadays. Alexis always got her to watch movies or play together.
Alexis snaps out of her daydream and finds herself resting her head on the desk. Memories of her childhood lives fresh in her mind; the ones she could remember vividly were with her best friend. The only memories she wished she could have visited again, being a kid again at least. Everything used to feel so much lighter. Only now, Alexis didn’t wake up and rode her bike around the neighborhood without any worries. Everything was so different; she feels like it was yesterday when she was spending most of her time watching horror movies and hanging out with her best friend. Crazy huh? You never thought time would pass so fast.
The next thing you were a happy kid, not knowing much about the world, until you grew up feeling bitter about things. Sometimes you wish you were a dumb kid who doesn’t know any better again.
Tara sent you a message.
Tara ♥️: Happy birthday lexi
Tara ♥️: I wish I got you something :( I know you’re busy and stuff. You gonna come to visit?
Alexis smiles at the text.
Lex: Yeah I will dw
Lex: Now stop being sad, be ready tmr Im gonna visit my dad first before you
Tara ♥️: Im not first? Wowww i thought im your first in everything. Finally over your best friend huh
Lex: Cmon you know I love you, I just love my dad more
Tara ♥️: You’re an asshole come quick before i hate you forever
Lex: You won’t
On the other side of the screen, Tara's lips curled into a bright smile. After a few months, she finally got to see her best friend again. It hasn’t been long, but it felt like a while for Tara, and it made her anxious. Alexis knew Tara wouldn’t like this distance between them, especially after…
No, let’s not.
But Alexis didn’t have a choice nonetheless; her dad didn’t want her in that town, and deep inside, she agreed with him. She could have brought Tara with her, but she doesn’t really have the requirements currently. So they both settled, visiting Tara once or twice every few months until she could kidnap her and put her in her pocket to live with her in Modesto. Doing it in a friendly way, of course.
Before leaving, Alexis decides to take a trip to the convenience store to buy some things for her ride. Driving came to mind, but she brushed it off, thinking it was too much of a hassle, and decided to take the bus instead.
Upon arriving at the store and stepping in, her mind wonders as she browses through the shelves, picking up a drink and a small snack. She thinks about how Tara’s been doing without her for the past few months. Alexis had the tendency to worry about the younger girl, even if she had others with her back at Woodsboro. Her thought was cut short when another person came to mind.
“hm…I wonder where Sam is and how she’s doing now.” She mumbles to herself; eventually, she purchases her drink and snack before exiting the store to wait for the bus.
How long has it been since Alexis saw Sam? She doesn’t know; she forgot when the older girl disappeared so suddenly. How did she even feel? She doesn’t remember.
With each passing day, Alexis would sometimes wonder what Sam was doing. Probably living her life peacefully without any disquietude. Or not.
The sound of a text message makes her stop halfway to the bus station. Alexis pulls out her phone to see Jesse’s message pop up.
Hey sorry but I left something somewhere and I’m a bit busy right now to get it.
I know you’re going to visit your family today but could you get my headphones and hold on to them for a while until you get back? Its at the bowling alley, you know, the one next to the gas station. Thanks 😀
This little…
Whatever, only 15 minutes remain until the bus arrives. This wouldn’t be so bad; make it really quick.
Alexis jogs to the bowling alley and enters through the door while receiving a greeting from a tall girl at the desk. “Welcome to Cardinal Lanes; how may I help you?” As Alexis approaches the desk, she takes in the tall girl’s appearance for a moment.
She was tall and had her black hair with brown highlights tied into a bun. Her eyes were dark brown, and she had tan skin, along with a rather expressionless face when Alexis entered, but a small smile formed on her face to be appealing and polite.
"Hi, sorry, a friend of mine left something here. Headphones with light-green and grayish colors?” Alexis rushed, not wanting to miss the bus; her voice was breathless from running.
The tall girl nods. “Oh yeah sure, I think I know what you’re talking about. Wait for a moment, miss.” She disappears into the back room for a moment before coming back with Jesse’s headphones.
“Here–” Alexis cuts her off, “Thanks so much—sorry I’m in a rush." She takes the headphones from her and pauses to look up at the woman.
Alexis can’t help but feel sympathy for the stranger; she looked tired as if she’s been working all day every day. Yet she tried to put on an expression to look winsome for the place’s policy and pleasing customer service—something like that.
A rush of thoughts swirled in Alexis’ mind. Funny how she was in a rush, but for some reason she wanted to make this stranger’s day a bit better. This always happens; at the most critical moments, most times, Alexis has this thing of wanting to cheer a stranger up when she sees them down. She knew she needed to mind her own business about whatever miserable thing was going on with somebody unknown to her in their lives. But would you cheer up this tall, pretty, and downhearted-looking girl even if you’re in a rush?
Shit what the hell do I do? What am I doing? I don’t have any time for this. But she looks kinda sad. What the hell…okay stop staring at her like a weirdo.
The tall girl furrows her brows in confusion at Alexis, feeling a bit anxious and flustered at this random Asian girl staring in silence.
“Is there something wrong, Miss?” She asks while her dark brown eyes linger on Alexis.
Alexis blinks and averts her gaze for a split second. “Um yeah, sorry uh…” She stammers before swiftly pulling out a bear pin that she bought that morning and placing it firmly in the stranger’s hands. “Sorry uhm, here’s something of my gratitude for your service—thanks again, bye!” Before she could reply anything back, Alexis had already bolted out of the bowling alley.
The bowling alley attendant frowns at what just happened. She looks at the pin in her hands, her expression puzzled. Weird girl…. she thought. Unknown to Alexis, she probably made someone’s day a little better with her small act of kindness.
Upon arriving at Woodsboro, Alexis feels a sense of familiarity with the town. As much as she doesn’t like it, she misses some of the aspects of the place.
Throughout the ride, Alexis felt the need to jump out of the bus and into a ditch because of her awkwardness earlier. Being back at the place where she grew up took her mind off that for a while.
“Hey dad,” Alexis says to the phone with a bright smile, feeling excited to see her father again after months.
“Lexi? Honey, hey, how are you?” Dewey’s voice was heard through the phone, his soft tone making Alexis smile wider.
“I’m doing fine; I’m visiting you today.” Silence fell momentarily; this made Alexis a little nervous before Dewey spoke again.
“Honey…I told you not to come here.” He sighs through the phone, making Alexis feel a little guilty. “I know but I just wanted to see you." She responded as she walked along the sidewalk; it still brightened out as the sunlight hit Alexis’ face, causing her to squint. “I’m only visiting for a few days; I’m planning to stay at Tara’s house.”
“Oh Alexis…  you know I don’t like that.”
“What’s wrong? I thought you like Tara?” Her response causes him to exhale deeply. "You have to understand that even though I like her and she’s nice for you, I find it difficult to get a good night's sleep knowing that you are here at someone else's house." Alexis lets out a small sigh as she listens to her father’s words.
“I’m not staying at ‘somone’s’ house,” “I know, I know." "Dad, c’mon...”
Dewey goes silent for a bit, waiting for what his daughter has to say. “Dad… I know a lot has happened here, and a lot has happened with you and me as well, but things aren’t like that anymore. It’s been ten years, and nothing strange has happened—no ghostfaces, no killers. I’m not blaming you for being paranoid, but I want to spend time with you without the thought of another murder happening.” 
“I just wanted to see you. Don't you miss me, dad?” Alexis’ words hit Dewey like tree logs crushing a brittle shed. He lets out a sigh before chuckling a bit.
“You didn’t have to say that to your old man; of course I missed you.” He smiles on the other side of the phone before continuing, “Alright, I’ll let you stay, but you’ll leave first thing in the morning on your last day, and make sure to see me.”
Alexis hums. “I will. I’m going to go see you right now, later, Dad.”
“Stay safe, sweetheart.” With that, Alexis hung up and was about to continue walking until she was met with familiar black hair in her sight.
The girl stood in front of her with a grin—Alexis could recognise that smile everywhere. She didn’t expect her to be the first face she'd see once she stepped into this morbid town.
“Well, look who’s back in town.” She laughs, grinning wider, and steps closer to Alexis. “Haven’t seen you in a while; it’s nice seeing you again.” She said in a low tone, her voice sounded sweet.
Alexis gave Amber an acknowledging and surprised expression. She feels a tingly feeling in her stomach—not a good one. It’s a feeling similar to when someone you aren’t that fond of meets you on your way to your destination. Or when a teacher calls your name to ask a question about the lesson you learned but didn’t bother to remember, feeling like your heart stopped for a second. She feels dread for some unknown reason; she always has bad energy whenever she’s with Amber. It’s not because she’s sort of got this bad girl's agenda or that she has a violent way of expressing anger.
Amber is awfully nice to Alexis, and she doesn’t like that. 
If somebody is nice to you, you wouldn’t be feeling a sense of dread. So, why?
It’s always been like this with them; Alexis always felt something was wrong with that girl, and it’s a little messed up to think that.
“What’s with that face?” Amber tilts her head, her eyes lingering on Alexis.
Alexis needed to make this quick before she vomits from anxiety.
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— Note: thank you if you managed to read this whole ridiculous thing 🥹 You're probably wonder about Amber and Alexis, they have a complicated relationship which will be revealed more into the story. I'll have to make a new character biography for Alexis soon lol.
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pinkpastels113 · 3 months ago
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intro post
okay so i realized that i've never done one of these and i kinda want to!! esp for the new people following me and my side account @caitlynspistol, which i plan on keeping even if my fandoms and otp brain rots change
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name: wenz (pronounced as when-zzz, or if you're anne, whence is fine too LMAO). it's not my real name but that's what i'm comfortable with on here!
pronouns: she/her.
nicknames: i respond to girl, girlie, dude, or any cute pet names hehe
age: 22
personality type: enfj (protagonist mbti personality). i also relate to harley quinn, lexie grey, annabeth chase, red of hearts, and chloe beale (besides the barging into other people's shower part). more of a golden retriever than a black cat, esp at work and around people i like and can be myself with, but can be a standoffish opinionated moody lil binch if im pissed or annoyed lmao
lgbtq?: yes. i think im labeling myself as bi but leaning towards wlw
country: usa (even tho i be so tired of it sometimes 💀)
comfort fandom: pitch perfect and bechloe! it's the fandom that i originally joined tumblr and got an ao3 account for, and the pairing that i feel the most comfortable and natural writing for
type of content creator: i'm more of a writer than an artist but i'm trying to explore more of my artsy side. i've loved drawing since i was 5. it's just difficult sometimes to motivate myself and practice my art when everyone else is so much better HAHA
i prefer to write drabbles and one-shots more than multi-chapter fics bc my attention span and motivation just. won't let me. but if enough people encourage me and ask for them-!! i also like to write aus? and fluff? and meet-cutes i think :)
current obsession/brain rots: glassheart from descendants the rise of red but im scared that caitvi will take over this spot when the new arcane season releases lmao
others: wenclair from wednesday, chaggie from hazbin hotel, harlivy from dc but mostly the tv show, damie from the haunting of bly manor, percabeth from percy jackson
guilty pleasures: nikkenzie (dork diaries), miraculous ladybug (ADFSJHDSLK MY SISTER GOT ME INTO THIS DON'T COME FOR ME-), sunset shimmer x twilight sparkle
comfort/fav shows: grey's anatomy and friends
comfort/fav movies: tangled, mulan, mean girls, just chick flicks in general ig, the pp franchise
music: i'm a swiftie so pop :) not the ones that are too techno but like soft? but also catchy. i also like throwback 2010s music bc those SLAP
hobbies besides being a part of the fandom: i like to play card games, read/discover contemporary romance books, paint, text or hang out with my friends, do puzzles, be a couch potato, play wild rift (league of legends on mobile), watch asmr videos on tiktok, and just explore the city ig
special tags?: "wenz can talk" for my posts that i just yap in, "w writes" for my writing, "w sketches" for my art
anything else to share: i love getting asks! like from ask meme games or just getting to know you questions, nothing too personal tho! i also welcome any kind of interaction that gets me to talk about my fandoms/brain rots/ships. pls don't be shy lmao: you can interact through tags in a reblog or through an anon ask if you don't know how ima react. worse case scenario i just won't reply? but i'm not gonna judge or bash on you or anything unless you come for me first 😭
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yegdreon · 2 months ago
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Wind Breaker band AU
[This is a fanmande, non-profitable project. Neither me nor the creator of the original idea have any connections to the creators of neither the anime nor manga of Wind Breaker]
(writen by: Yegdreon)
(original idea by: @aiiry-0 )
[Chapter 1]
Sakura Haruka, a 15 year old boy who was born with an interesting but odd appearance. His hair is half black half white, and his right eye is blue while his left eye is yellow. His been bullied for almost his whole life because of that, so, as a way to shut those bullies mouths, he learned to fight. He was so good at it that the people of his town started calling him a monster. Those were rough times to Sakura. But one day, while one of his bullies fell to the ground with his punches, said bullie dropped something, a CD. Curious as a cat, Sakura asked:
— Why would you carry this with you while fighting? Are you trying to damage it or somethin'?
— It's for my sister.— said the bullie, trying to get out of Sakura's enemy list— She's in the hospital and music is the only way that she'll stop cryin'.
Sakura was intrigued by this. He liked music already, but he had never thought of it as a way to relieve stress.
— Hey, you!— yelled Sakura— What store did you get this from?
— From the store down the street— said the bullie, not noticing Sakura's obvious blush— Just, please let me go. I'll never do that again.
At this point Sakura wasn't even listening, as he walked away, going in the direction the bullie pointed to.
Once he got in, he silently walked to the counter.
— Where's the rock music section?— he mumbled, barely understandable.
— What? —The girl on the counter asked, teasingly— You'll have to speak up.
—WHERE'S THE ROCK MUSIC SECTION? —he yelled, with a burning red blush.
—That's more like it!— she said, laughing— It's the one more at the right.
Sakura quickly turns around, walking really fast to said section.
He picks up a CD, and comes back to the counter.
— Ya know...— says the girl— If you really like music, you should come to Furin High. We have an amazing band that'd be more than happy to let you join.
—Huh!— says Sakura, perplexed by the straightforwardness of the girl— I don't like it that much! And you shouldn't go making assumptions like that about people you don't even know!— he picks his new CD, and sprints at the door, before suddenly stopping— I'm already enlisted at that school anyway.
Sakura walks out. The girl smiles and yells:
—Then see you there!
Two months pass by, and Sakura has turned into a regular at the CD store. Over the course of those two months, he has accumulated an amount of 30 different CDs.
—How do you even get enough money to buy so many CDs?— Asks the girl that works at the CD store, worried about his financial situation.
— It's not like I'm stealing it from anyone, nor something like that!— responds Sakura, worried that he'd be judged.
—Dude, no one said anything about stealing.— She said, trying to figure out what led him to such answer.
—KOTOHA!!
They hear a deafening loud shout coming from outside.
— Who's that?! —asked Sakura, a bit scared of such vocal strength— Is it someone tryna to pick a fight?!
The girl sighs, then she turns to Sakura and says:
— No it isn't. Just come with me please.
They both leave the store and are immediately met with around 20 people outside. Sakura changes to a fighting stance, prepared to fight. The girl stops him, gets closer to the man at the front of the crowd. She raises her hand, and SLAPS him.
— How many times have I told you to knock on the door when you need me? Huh?— she yells her lungs out, while raising her hand preparing to slap him again.
— I'm so sorry Kotoha,— he replies— I just didn't want to let them out here waiting so long.— then, he holds her left hand and says— Could you please open the restaurant for us, we're starving.
She promptly slaps him again with her right hand. Then she says:
—Give me five minutes.
After she closed the CD shop, she goes up to the door of the café right beside it, and opens the door. All of them go in and sit down. Sakura goes in as well, confused about everything that's going on.
— Umemiya, meet Sakura. He is the guy that frequents the CD store daily.— Kotoha then turns to Sakura— Sakura, meet Umemiya. He's the one that manages both the fighting club and the band from Furin High.
— Nice to meet you Sakura!— says Umemiya, bursting with joy— So, what kind of music do you listen to?
— R-ro-rock music— answers Sakura, still trying to get a grasp on the situation.
— Hahah!— he laughs— Seems like this year's students all have the same taste. Well, Sakura, if you ever want to try playing an instrument or even singing, just come to the club room. We'd be all happy to teach you.
Sakura fervorsly blushes. He then sprints out while yelling:
— I'll think about it!
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lulu2992 · 23 days ago
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Deleted dialog from Far Cry 3’s main story
I went through the Far Cry 3 oasisstrings file, which contains all the subtitles (among other in-game text), in search of unreleased lines of dialog from the main story.
I looked at what was available in the sound files, organized all of them in separate folders, checked several gameplay videos to refresh my memory on which lines were in the game, and ended up with a list of all the dialog that, for whatever reason, didn’t make it to the final version of Far Cry 3.
In this series of posts, I’m sharing all the unreleased content I found (minus a few duplicates), even when it wasn’t very interesting, so we have a comprehensive list of the lines that were cut in each story mission.
On a side note, the oasisstrings file never says which character is speaking, so every time you see names, it’s either because the corresponding audio files were available and I know who the speaker is, or because the context made it easy to guess their identity.
Part 1: Make a Break for It
The game opens with a video of Jason and his friends having fun on vacation, but it seems this scene was originally longer. A few of the lines below are still in the game, others were cut but are still available as audio files (and can be listened to here), and the rest is completely gone.
Here’s the dialog from the long version of the “parachute” sequence from the opening cutscene:
Woohoo! Yeah!
Yup.
Locked and loaded, bro.
ETA thirty seconds.
Time to bail.
Daisy, Daisy, check your rig.
I'm going commando.
Yeah, that's my girl. Go baby!
Go baby!
I could do that in my sleep!
Hey, good idea!
You ready to go?
Yeah!
Let's do this!
Hey bro!
Film this!
Awesome!
Hey Jason, try this!
Great! Now rock this!
Hey. Watch it!
[Joyful yell]Riley! I'm coming!
Liza!
You're it!
What?!
I'm catching you!
I'm right behind you!
Sorry![laughs]
Time to bail.
Pull up!
Why, you scared?
You win!
What're you doing?
Having fun! Wooo!
Deploy your chute!
You're crazy, J!
I learned from the best.
[yells] Nothing can stop us!
Nothing!
Woohoo! Yeah!
Awesome! [laughs]
Yeah!
Nice!
Yeah!
Go, Jason!
[cheers] Woo hoo, yeah baby! Let's go! Woo hoo, yeah!
Dude!
Awesome!
Jason! [Cheer]
Yeah!
Awesome!
Nice!
Hey Daisy, watch this! Whoo! Awesome!
Jason! Watch this!
Yeah baby!
This is awesome! Yeah, baby!
Yeah baby!
Woohoo! Yeah!
Daisy, check this out!
Holy shit! Oh my God!
J check this out!
Oh this is awesome! Holy shit!
Hi!
You can also find an early version of this cinematic (without most of the dialog) here.
After the scene with Vaas and Grant getting himself and Jason out of the cage, the two brothers try to snealiky escape the camp. There could have been more dialog between them:
Wait wait.
Slow down.
Jason, we need to get past this guy. Toss a rock over there.
These guys need to go down. I'll take one, you take the other. Follow my lead.
Shh, they're sleeping inside.
Fuck.
Wait here. We need that map.
Come on, J. Pick them up.
Through here, it's all clear.
Oh god.
We're gonna get out of here, okay.
J. Check that door out over there. I'll get this one.
Lunatic.
Got it. [Psst] Over here.
C'mon.
Yeah? [As in, it had to be done]
Shh. Keep low.
Oh shit! Shit! Left, left, Left! C'mon!
Come on, come on, come on, come on!
Climb down after.
Quick, Jason. Hand me the map.
Yeah, yeah. I'm okay.
This is insane.
Shut up! Shhh!
Oh my...
What are you doing? What are you doing? I'm coming, I'm coming.
Oh God. Oh God.
Okay, okay. I'm coming. Shh!
Oh shit! Grant!
You're such a badass, dude.
Okay.
Yeah, okay.
Oh fuck, stop it.
Oh shit!
What the fuck? Stop it, shh!
When they think they’re finally safe, Grant gets shot. There used to be a short exchange between Jason (whose line can be found here) and Vaas immediately after the gunshot:
Vaas: Oh God.[Laugh] This is so dramatic. Jason: You killed my brother, you fuck! Vaas: You killed my brother you motherfucker [Laugh]. Vaas is so mean, huh? Really. No no, Vaas is a meanie hoo hoo.
By the way, one of Vaas’ lines (“I'm gonna give you 30 seconds and if this jungle doesn't eat you up alive, I will.[whistle] Go, go”) always gets cut in the game, but you can listen to the full version here.
Finally, Jason runs away through the forest with Vaas’ pirates after him. There originally was going to be more dialog during this sequence too, mostly from Jason, it seems:
Fuck!
Fuck!
No, no, no! No, no!
Stay away from me.
What's that?
Stay back!
Grant. I'm sorry.
Gotta keep moving.
He went through that cave!
You're dead!
No...no...
Oh God.
Come on. Come on.
I gotta get to the other side. Fast.
Shit!
He falls into the river, and the adventure truly begins.
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viscardiac · 2 years ago
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The pretty girl genes
My personal headcanon/fav wack theory is that the families with magic in their blood, like the Targaryen or the Stark, often have two phenotypes. The bulky phenotype and the pretty girl phenotype. I don't say this in a gendered sense, just as a general aesthetic. The pretty girl parts of the family are usually softer in aspect, and have those fairytale airs about them. The bulky parts on the other hand are the people that will scare you off based on appearance alone. It's not the sneer in their face or the wildness of their demeanor, it's just that they look like they could really fuck you up.
For the Targaryen, the pretty girl genes are dominant. You rarely ever get some dude like Maegor who was just massive all around. I mean. Aegon The Conqueror was just some anime twink. Look at this guy.
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This isn't some dude you'd wanna cross the street to avoid. He's really just some twink. And most of the Targaryens are Like That. Maegor is one of the few exceptions, and I'm going to put in Maelys Blackfyre in that category too, but take at some of the most feared ones for having their heads up their asses like Aerion the Bright, or crazy Aerys.
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Aerion is pretty even being punched in the face.
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Aerys always looks like he's constipated anyways but he's still built like a pretty girl. You get exceptions that pop up once in a lifetime when the stars and planets align and someone manages to get the bulky genes from both sides.
Now, for the Stark, and i'm probably guessing the north in general, considering they come from a different lineage/ethnicity altogether, have some different shit going on. The Targaryen got, from outsiders to the house, andal blood (Arryn, Martell [rhoynar too, in this case]). In theory, the Dayne were of the first men, but with the andal invasion, there's likely been a lot of mix up, and the same is to be said of the Blackwood and the Hightower. The only arguably more direct line (though i doubt they haven't really married with other andal houses too) are the Baratheon. ...The Velaryon hadn't as much self imposed restrictions for marriage as the Targaryen did, so there's probably one shit ton of outside marriages for them too. I can be very wrong about all this bc it's pretty hard to track when we don't have all that much info on family trees, but honestly i don't care, this is my wack theory and you'll bear with me. The Targaryen are fairly easier to track because of the, yknow, whole incest business.
The north doesn't really get on with outsiders, though. They pretty much stay there, doing their thing, trying very hard not to stick themselves in all this court bullshit. For the Stark line, mostly only the daughters married people from the outside, meaning they don't partake in the main line, and are instead accounted for in other family trees. The women who weren't northeners are Blackwoods, who have, though likely joined with andals on the long run, a first men origin, and one Catelyn Tully, who has this same claim to her bloodline. I don't count the Manderly as outsiders, seeing as they, as the Stark and most if not all of the north, a claim to the first men origin.
Now, the Starks often seem to be the imposing, bulky type that we don't really see all that often with the Targaryen. They all mostly seem tall and imposing from the accounts we have. We'll say for this purpose, the pretty girl genes are actually recessive for them. The only two described Stark women that aren't Catelyn's Arya or Sansa are Alarra Stark, who was described by her father as "as sweet to look upon as any southron lady", and Lyanna, The Lyanna. Lyanna wasn't described to be beautiful in the same way that Elia was, being wild and slim where Elia was delicate. I am a firm believer of pretty girl Lyanna -- though, yes, i don't think she was pretty in the same manner as ladies from other ethnicities were, all pretty girls, but different brand of pretty girl. North pretty girl is wilder and all that.
And then we get to what for me is the funny part. I know, I know, not all of us like or are into the R+L=J theory, but I do, and since this is my post only my opinion matters. Whatever was the nature of the relationship between them, we get lil pretty Jon. Jon always gets described as pretty. He's prettier than daughters, he gets confused for a girl a time or two if i remember it right, and in comparison to what Robb looks like, Tully features aside, he looks way softer. This doesn't seem to have been a problem Ned Stark had, from what was told so far, to have been to pretty it became annoying.
Rhaegar, however, was never really different from what a Targaryen man was expected to look like. People already expected them to look pretty and soft and graceful and stare into the distance after something no one else could understand.
What I'm saying is that Jon managed to snag TWO DIFFERENT TYPES OF PRETTY GIRL. That's why he's Like That.
Thanks for coming to my Ted Talk.
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