#it ain't shit but it's like. Hey. They worked here and went to school here

[jaythelay]

"We need to vote local!"

None of these names give results in any search engine.

Most of the time no one is running against republicans.

Sucks how little info there is for local elections. I got like 9 names here with not one in a news outlet or hell even a reddit thread.

Feels genuinely weird that a position that requires voting to get in has absolutely no information. No websites. When it comes to judges, they don't even have a party affiliation, like you're actively working on Nothing at all but a name and a question.

It'd be like if court cases were decided by mailing "Should John Smith go to jail for life" to random people, like bro I do not know. I will never meet these people and believe it or not I'm not commonly seen in a court room.

[evasive-anon]

Jason Attacking Tim at Titans Tower

Fanon vs Canon

We've all seen the versions in fanfiction but I'm not so sure everyone's seen the original so if you're one of those batfam fans who doesn't want to read the comics (regardless of reasons) but you are curious about how it actually went this is for you.

What I'm addressing:

What does Jason actually say to Tim during the attack?

Did Jason drug all the other Titans?

Did Jason really wear a Robin costume?

Did Jason slit Tim's throat or call him replacement?

Did Jason actually break Tim's bo staff?

Was Tim crying or scared?

Did Jason write a message on the wall in Tim's blood?

Did Jason's eyes glow green?/Did he follow pit rage mechanics?

Panels and details below. This is a LONG one.

What did Jason actually say to Tim during the attack?

Dialogue in fanfiction during the Titans Tower attack varies based on what kind of fic you're reading but usually its either 'time to clip Replacement's wings' if its staying a beatdown whump 'or oh no precious lil bby why is no one watching you' if its an accidental child acquisition. Not judging either option, but this ain't about them its about the real shit.

Look at these opening lines:

Hey, Tim. I was here first.You're the Red Hood. You've been cleaning up Gotham the easy way. Easy? What do you know about easy, Tim? You had a father that looked after you. You went to a private school, right? You slept in a bed. I slept on the streets, I lived in the alleyways in Gotham. Trying to survive. Until Bruce took me in. I trained as hard as I could. I did whatever he asked. . . at least at first. But it didn't matter. They said I wasn't tough enough to be robin. But today, they say you are. Show me, Tim. Show me what you have that I didn't.

Jason really puts himself out there in all of his dialogue in this encounter, the struggle of having to fight for anything and everything he got in life, even the things that came to everyone else for free, and then being told he wasn't even good enough for the things he fought for.

There's a trope in fanfics that if Jason knew Tim stalked Batman and forced his way into being Robin that it would change how Jason felt about the situation but that's even addressed in this comic:

You were a kid, worried about how Batman was spiraling down into darkness. You spent weeks tracking the dark knight. Solving a mystery no one else could. You discovered who he was behind that mask. Millionaire Bruce Wayne. You were so pleased with yourself, I'm sure that you forgot who you were really dealing with. I know Bruce Wayne. And let me tell you, Tim if someone was trying to find out who Batman really was. If someone was stalking him for weeks. He'd know about it. You can't be that good. I am. He let you find him. And I bet he said the same thing to you as he did to me, didn't he? That you had a talent to make a difference in Gotham. That he needed someone he could trust in war on crime. That you were one of a kind. The light to his darkness. Robin, the Boy Wonder.

Tim saying 'I am' is really such a moment that doesn't come through in text because he is right that he really did do that but I also completely understand why Jason wouldn't believe it.

TBH my favorite part is how done Tim honestly sounds with Jason thoughout all his trauma dumping. Like imagine a grown man who used to work the same part time job as you breaking into your house, dressing up in your work uniform, ranting about how much the job ruined his life while he beats your ass??? God, and he probably had to write a fucking report about it after. RIP Timmy.

What do you want? Do you want to be Robin again? Is that it? You... want to take it away from me? Why in the hell would I ever want that? Don't you get it? When I died no one cared! No one remembered me. Are you completely insane? No one could forget you. I've spent my entire career wearing this mask under your shadow. I had to convince Batman to let me try this. All because he'll never stop blaming himself for what happened to you. You ask me, that's the only reason he hasn't taken you down. He's holding back. But me? No freakin' way. That's the Robin I wanted to see. Still. You do realize the whole idea of training a teenager to fight against something he'll never eradicate is a mistake. It didn't even surprise anyone when I died. When I failed. I failed-- but I'm still beating you. Do you think you're that good now?! Do you really, Tim? Yes.

Tim bashing Jason across the face as he says 'no freakin' way'? *chefs kiss*

Jason drugging the other Titans to knock them out?

Little bit true, Kory was actually just already away from the tower and BB and Cyborg were about to bounce because of the drama going on with Donna's return but Jason like super tazes them and then drugs Raven who he thought already went through enough shit without him knocking her out violently.

Note: Jason says in the text here that he never rolled with Cyborg or BB but like he actually did in some comics so?? The continuity is lie I guess idk.

Did he show up in Red Hood gear or a Robin costume?

Both tbh but he spent most of the time in the Robin costume but bro actually made a stripper rip away version of his Red Hood gear so he could dramatically reveal the Robin costume underneath. I can't believe no one ever includes that in their fics its so fucking funny.

Does he call Tim 'replacement' or slit his throat?

No, this came from a Batman comic with Hush not Teen Titans. That incident takes place in a graveyard not Titans Tower and he calls Tim pretender not replacement.

Does Jason break Tim's staff?

Tragically, no. The bo staff snap would have been iconic. Instead he just takes Tim's staff and beats Tim up with it and breaks stuff. BUT!! He uses it to bust a statue in the TITANS MEMORIAL ROOM which is a place in Titans Tower just for having statues of dead previous titans and Jason is rightfully pissed he didn't get one. Like Tim is correct in saying no one forgot him still but like I would be hurt too if all my friends made cool statues of friends that died and then just left my zombie ass out, like wtf.

Note: I am seriously losing my shit that I have never seen someone bring up the memorial room in a fanfic. That is so much angst material. 😭

Tim crying/ being scared?

Hell no. He's a fucking Robin you know he's being a sassy boy the whole time, even towards the end when he's about done he's still saying he's her and I love Tim for that.

Note: There are a few different times where Tim does a flippy Robin move and then Jason just fucking copies it like flexing that he can do it too, and its just so petty and stupid he's trying so hard to be better than an actual child. 💀I get why in the context of the situation but its still so ridiculous.

Message on the wall in Tim's blood?

TBH I really don't know for sure on this one?? Like its implied that he did but Tim isn't bleeding all that much throughout this beatdown and like we don't see Jason do it just the Titans reacting to seeing it after. It could be Tim's blood, it could be red paint, and it could even be that Jason packed an actual bucket of blood to bring with him to write a message with after he finished. TBH the world is your oyster on this one.

Note: If anyone can find another comic where this event was brought up where they actually clarify it was Tim's blood hmu and I'll update this but I couldn't find any.

Pit rage/ glowing green eyes?

Fanon only at this point in the comics. Jason is seems to be himself and even thinks Tim and his friends are pretty cool at the end, and he's just like reflecting on if he had good friends if he would have turned out better as he leaves.

[lizzaneia-elizalde]

Hi I'm back. How are you?

How about... A yandere that has had a bunch of lovers and either killed them because he got bored or broke their heart beyond repair? But them he meets the reader and something changes?

Idk it seems like a fun dea.

Yandere! Male! Player x gn! Barista! Reader

Uh ohz, here is the player 🙄 there's a little twist to the request, meowing! I hope you don't mind. (Another Greek mythos twist. Not as blatant as Hades though. Only a bit of the Greek mythos is grabbed, not all.)

I'll see to it how can we break this little man

ヘ(￣ω￣ヘ)

AND, I AM GOING TO STOP TAKING NEW YANDERE REQUESTS! But, I am going to take asks about the existing yanderes now!

Yandere! Player name: Amor

A resounding slap echoed throughout the bustling cafe, silencing the people talking to each other. The woman, tear stricken and angry, looked at the man in front of her.

"We're over!" She yelled before stomping away from the cafe, leaving the man behind.

The people started to gossip amongst each other, but one particular action by the man stunned them.

He just sat down, took out his phone, and called somebody.

"Hey, fancy meeting tonight? I just know of this nice cafe. Date, my treat."

Shameless, the people thought as he chuckled and ended the call with a lazy smirk, stirring his coffee and sipping it.

Amor. Extremely handsome man. Charming, always knew how to get the ladies.

That's what made him full of shit since being handsome is his only redeeming quality.

He's arrogant, a bastard, selfish, has a pride taller than the Eiffel tower, and a total player.

He juggles women left and right, flavor of the day, who's gonna be my girl for the morning, afternoon, and night?

Why do people flock to this man again?

Ah, because the Gods favor this bitch.

What did he do in his past life that women love this man?

Well, in his past life, he's a boring nerd.

His family loved him dearly, and wanted him to succeed in life.

So, attending academic camps, prestigious schools, goddamn Kumon? He got it all.

Awards, upon awards. He collects them like pokemon.

Did it make him interesting?

No. All he knew is academics, and no outside skill.

He's book smart, not street smart.

Poor guy wasn't even attractive. So, when he finished University in an Ivy League Uni, he's lost. He doesn't have charisma to charm employers, he doesn't have the confidence to do public work...

Well, that, and NASA already hired him.

What? He is not street smart and has a hard time finding a job himself, but that doesn't mean he doesn't have connections.

In short, he's a Nepo baby.

At least he's a genius so NASA made sure to use him thoroughly.

But, he felt... Bored.

He wanted more from this life of his.

He wanted a girlfriend for fuck's sake!

So, by some stupid and desperation he himself never thought of doing, he turned to the old gods.

The old Gods, surprised by a sudden influx of eager and desperation of faith from only one man, decided to entertain them.

"PLEASE! WHEN I DIE, MAKE ME EXTREMELY HANDSOME AND HAVE WOMEN LEFT AND RIGHT!"

Oh... That's not...

He's really superficial....

Did the Gods care though? Nah. He's really entertaining. Awakening old Gods just for... Women?

So they granted his wish.

When he died of old age (unfortunately for him.), He woke up to another wealthy and loving family. But this time, he's the son of a world renowned Kpop idol, and a Miss Universe.

"This is overkill." Amor thought to himself as his mother cradled her. "But damn, ain't I happy!"

Growing up, even as a kid, girls liked him. He felt like on the top of the world. He retained his memory, so he's practically a gifted child. No, perfect child even!

Except that he's actually a foul kid.

He became arrogant, a snob. Someone who viewed himself too highly for people.

But do his parents care?

Eh...

They spoil the kid a lot. And turn a blind eye to his lack in manners.

Again, went to prestigious Universities, to Kumon, academic camps.

Everything was a breeze for him now.

He got a job as a model immediately. He decided to not go down the academic path, but use his parents' connections once more to climb up the showbiz ladder!

He's still a Nepo baby in this life.

Well, again, his handsomeness is almost too good to be true (work of the goddess of beauty), so his model career is skyrocketing in success.

And women.

Countless of them.

He cycles through them like toilet paper. Throwing them away once he's got his fill.

Yet, people don't care.

He somehow built a reputation off of being a player. When people say that "he broke somebody's heart again!"

"Eh, what did you expect from being in a relationship with Amor?" They would say with a shake of their head and a smile.

That's how much the Gods intervened with his life.

Once he sets his eyes on someone, he 100% would get them.

Unless....

"Tsk. Where can I go now..."

Amor paced around the street, turning heads left and right as this man sculpted by the gods had a worried look on his face.

The cafe he frequents closed down, now he needs a new place to take his women to dates to.

He's about to get his phone when a flyer hit him directly on his face. With an irritated glower, he grabbed the flyer.

"ow! What the f... Oh?"

He stopped, seeing the content.

"new cafe open?"

It looks like a generic cafe. But what was interesting was that the cafe is located in an indoor garden. Like a greenhouse.

"This is interesting. Women love flowers, don't they? And a garden of all places!" He laughs, making the gods stir from the sudden new cafe they got.

They all fuzzed, saying that this would be a good place. But, the goddess of Beauty stirred. Saying she got a bad feeling about this.

"relax, nothing will happen."

And when he got inside the cafe, he immediately got shocked by the barista, you.

Has there ever been an ethereal beauty like you? Someone... Someone who rivals even the goddess of beauty herself?!

The goddess stirred again, shackles raised. She never made you, so why are you this attractive?

Then, the goddess whispered on his ear.

It's to make you fall in love with a monster. Someone ugly, a beast... Anything to get your status down! Nobody can be as beautiful as her!

Envy filled the goddess as she gave Amor arrows to hit you with.

Now, assigned with the task of making you fall in love with what the goddess call a 'monster', he sets off to your house in the middle of the night. With the help of the other Gods, he became invisible and flew on to your balcony.

With a creak, your balcony doors opened. Making him shimmy inside through the small crack.

Yet, fate tempted him as the moonlight hit your form. In a vulnerable state, your androgynous beauty is amplified. Your long eyelashes, your skin... Your figure...

Truly, your beauty rivaled the goddess. No, you were more beautiful than her.

His throat dried, eyes glazed over.

Gods, are they tempting him?

It would be a waste for you to fall in love with an ugly guy.

His fingers twitched, trying to grab the arrow.

"OW!"

He seethed, doubling over as he clutched his finger. It got pricked by the arrow.

He somehow forgot a crucial information.

'whoever the first person the pricked sees if the arrows only pricked one, they will fall in love with the first person they sees.'

And, as his eyes irritably looked at you, overwhelming love filled inside him as he gasped in the sudden influx of emotions.

He kneeled down, eyes wide.

He's rigid. All he could see is your form. Lovely and so bright.

And hid eyes softened. A dull light in it as his lips twitched into a lovesick smile.

He was already attracted to you before, and now, pricked by the arrows, he's utterly obsessed with you.

With a twitch of his hand once more, he grabbed the arrow and stabbed himself fully to the thigh.

"GAGH!"

He doubled over, gasping, twitching for air as his heart pulsed through his ears. His eyes frantically finding your sleeping form before letting out a shaky moan from the satisfaction.

It was like a drug. Everytime he sees you, he gets overwhelmed with feelings of affection.

Is this what love is about?

And before he knows it, the arrows are all used up.

It was morbid, seeing this man stabbed with so many arrows.

But his face says otherwise. Like a drugged up man, overdosed on ecstacy, he was in a drooling trance from the addictive feeling of love for you.

The arrow is effective enough by one arrow, and now this?

Well, let's just say...

"I count, right?" He shakily asked the gods. "I'm a monster, somebody who breaks women's heart left and right."

He trembled, standing up.

He walked over to you, legs unsteady as he dropped to his knees once more and planted his lips on your own.

It tasted, you tasted so sweet, divine upon his lips.

He wants more, but he can't risk waking you up.

"Goodbye, my love. See you tomorrow." Amor whispered, grabbing your hand and dragging his nose on your skin and inhaling your scent. Exhaling shakily, he stood up and flew away.

Let's say, the goddess of Beauty was really angry at him.

But her condition, a 'monster', fits him. So, what can she do?

She gritted her teeth and looked at him with hatred, yet complacency.

You're so pretty, it hurts.

"Welcome to the Psyche cafe! How may I help you-- oh hello, sir Amor! The usual?"

Amor slowly nodded, clearing his throat.

"yes. The usual."

It's been weeks since then. And he made sure to make himself a regular in the cafe. He stopped going on dates, and pulled a lot of strings to somehow burry the player accusations. He knows he can't really burry it all.

So he made (threatened) the women he dated to be positive about him.

He wants to fly on your radar, spot on the middle, so bad.

So, with the invisibility power he got from the Gods, he always followed you. Even up to your home.

At first, his heart pounded like crazy. What if he suddenly appeared? Will you be freaked out? Surprised? Will you run away--

No, you can't run away.

Like you can, anyways.

He knew of your favorite food, fashion sense, hell, your taste in men...

He slowly changed himself into the man of your dreams.

Like a persona he integrated into himself, this sudden change shocked the people. But, they welcomed this change.

"Is he in love, that's why he's changing?"

More than that.

He's making himself into the perfect boyfriend for you.

Now, all he needs is you!

"Here's your coffee, sir!" You greeted with a sweet smile that he swore he had to grab his soul from leaving his body. "Enjoy!"

He gently grabbed the coffee and as usual, gave you 200$.

"sir..." You grimaced.

"Please, just accept it." He smiles. "You've always been a pleasant person to talk to, y/n. So, just see it as a generous tip. That I frequently give."

You looked down at the bill and smiled. Warmness spreads through your chest.

"thank you s--"

You looked up, and froze from the look he's giving you.

Deep, crazed...

Obsessed.

You shivered in fear.

Sensing your eyes on him, he coughed loudly, averting his eyes before returning to the man you knew.

Or did you actually know him?

You don't even know anymore.

But hey, he gives huge tips.

"Thanks again for the coffee." Amor smiles, trying to sweep what happened under the rug as he waved at you.

He went to his usual table. Somewhere secluded, yet has a clear view of you surrounded by flowers.

He observes you. Plans on what to do next.

He knew he can't just waltz in and whisk you away. That's barbaric.

But he's not opposed to the idea though...

He smirks.

He can probably pull tons of strings for you to end up in his arms.

He loves you, don't mistake that.

But, a little bit of... Force would be good.

He's an impatient man.

Also, did he mention that he's a selfish asshole?

How about, making your life so miserable. Getting you kicked out of this cafe, your family suddenly getting a huge debt...

Something he knows you can't pay immediately.

And his family would coincidentally sponsor you by giving you a condition of marrying him!

Anything to be with you, really.

Or, just steal another arrow and hit it with you. That's also plausible.

But, the goddess is pissed with him. So that's the last resort.

He sips his coffee and crosses his long legs.

He's favored by the Gods anyways.

His eyes narrowed slightly as you interacted too amicably with your coworker. An obvious blush on the coworker's face as he got too touchy with you.

No, everyone in the cafe is enamoured with you. Your beauty too good for this world.

He gripped the handle of his cup.

But first, let's get rid of potential rivals, yes?

You are only his.

What is there to fear? He has the resources in his hands to make you his.

You didn't know yet, but your fate is already sealed, tied, and shackled to him.

You don't really have a choice.

[panickedpenguin]

They're in the upside down, cold and bloody and not yet sure how to escape. But with the last attack comes a familiar face gripping hard onto a hatchet.

"Billy?" Steve breaths, glancing back at Nancy to make sure she could see him too, that he isn't hallucinating.

"Yeah?" Billy says, eyes roving over their stained clothes and lack of weapons. "And who the fuck are you?"

Steve blinks, confused. "Steve? Steve Harrington."

The name gets no reaction at all, just Billy's blank face, pale and intense. The others look between themselves, Robin stepping closer to Steve and Eddie giving a half shrug. Steve tries again," We went to high school together, man. You kicked my ass at basketball."

"High school?" Billy sneers, "When was that, a hundred years ago? Look around dumbass, this place is dead."

"What?"

"What?" Eddie chimes in.

"Did he get hit on the head?" Robin asks.

"Billy," Nancy says, going for gentle though her voice still shakes. She moves forward, a placating hand put up between them. "This isn't the real world. We call it the upside down, a world parallel to ours. We came in through a gate and can get back home through another one."

"How did you get here?" Steve wonders aloud.

Billy stands very still, not quite having lowered his hatchet from a fighting stance. His eyes followed Nancy's every move and now they snap to Steve.

"I've been here a while. Long as I can remember," he says. Something on Steve's face must alert him to something because he then shrugs and turns to walk away.

"Wha-"

"Hey!"

"Billy! Where are you going!"

Billy doesn't answer, just keeps moving, hiking his backpack higher and stepping easily around the vines splayed across the ground. The four teenagers follow after him, confused and skeptical and, in Eddie's case, picking dirt out of his teeth.

"Hargrove, wait," Steve demands, rushing to his side. "We know eachoth-"

"My name ain't Hargrove. Stop following me."

"Not--" Steve stutters, nearly trips and then shouts, "We know eachother! We're- I mean we weren't friends but- we went to school together and we traded Max back and forth a lot and we stole eachothers cigarettes and-" This wasn't working, Steve realizes as Billy only continues walking with eyes searching ahead. Steve sees a fresh scar across his ear and remembers-

"Look!" Steve jumps in front of Billy, cutting off his march and getting a hatchet raised over his head. "Look!" He yells, holds his hair up, brandishing his forehead for Billy to see. "You gave me this scar. November 6th, 1984, at Joyce Byers' house. You smashed a plate over my head cause I was hiding your sister and wouldn't let her leave."

Billy blinks twice and then bares his teeth, growling out, "I'll give you a matching fucking scar for keeping some girl locked up you disgusting bitch!"

"It was because of the monsters! It wasn't safe because the monsters were out there, in the real world-"

"Steve was keeping Max and the kids safe, Billy," Nancy calls from behind them, finally having caught up. "You didn't know about the upside down or the monsters, so Steve was trying to protect you too."

"Protect me?" Billy scoffs, curling his lip. "What a fucking prince."

"Pretty sure what they're saying is true, man." Eddie says, watching how Billy grips his hatchet. "I knew you for like, a year before you died, and I didn't know shit about this crazy place until yesterday."

Steve didn't know if this was turning into a convincing argument, even as he sees something come over Billy's face. His eyes widen and he puts away his teeth.

"I died?" He asks.

Fuck.

[two-bit-too-high]

I know this is random for my account but here this is something that me and one of my school mates wrote we don't do this a lot so it ain't great.

Also I finish school soon so if y'all have any prompts or suggestions for stories send them my way if you feel like it no pressure of course so i ain't bored out of my brain

Not proofread and we are both dyslexic yippee

1/?

Here enjoy 🥳

Dinner time is one of the most important times in the X mansion, many hungry mutants to feed and many with short tempers. So it is up to the resident chef Remy LeBeau to fight and win this war of hangry mutants with as few casualties as possible. It was only midday and poor Remy had already run into a problem; his powers had been on the fritz making almost anything he touched explode in his face, just what he needed tonight but he kept going on with his day.

When 6pm came around he started to prepare everything, he needed to make a classic mac and cheese can’t go wrong with that right. 6:30pm first victim, a pot of water. Remy went about getting set up when out of nowhere the pot of water he was holding started to glow purple “Shit” he says before the pot exploded sending pieces of metal flying across the room in every direction and splashing him with the cold tap water. He shook off the water and started again with another pot and more water.

6:49pm victim two a jar of cream. He made his way to the fridge grabbing out the cream, cheese and milk as he closed the door he felt something start to vibrate in his hand “oh no” he said with a flat tone before proceeding to be covered in cream. There was cream up the walls and splattered on the roof “great just great just what gambit needed ”he adds as he wipes cream from his eye.

7:15pm the splatters of cream were all cleaned up and he got back to work. 7:26pm there is a knock on the kitchen door. It was Scott Summers. Remy had sent him to the shop to grab more cream from him “here you go gambit” says scott when he passes him the cream. “Thanks summers” he says as he takes the cream with a pair of tongs instead of his hands and places it on the counter. “Why the tongs?” Summers asked “Gambit don’t want to have to clean up another mess” he replied and put the tongs down on the counter next to the sink.

7:38pm everything was going well. there had been no other casualties, human or otherwise, until a certain someone walked into the kitchen. Rouge, Remy’s situationship,wife if he had his way. Her company completely distracted him from anything and everything including the boiling water on the stove. “Hey cher” he says “hey remy” she replied as she sat down at the kitchen island “what ya making” she asked with a smile “Cajun mac and cheeses, a classic back home” he says watching as her hair shines in the lights of the kitchen. “Ooo sounds nice” she says “my momma used to make something similar all the time” she added “oh really now?” he says.”umm Remy your water is boiling over” she says in a hurried tone “Merde!” he says as he runs up to the stove and turns it off. “Gambit needs to pay better attention to the other hot stuff in this room” he says under his breath referring to the food.

7:56 pm he and Rouge had been chatting for a few minutes while he kept cooking. At the moment he was cutting up the Andouille sausage. Everything was going well until once again just like the pot of water and cream before the knife started to glow purple and vibrate. “CHER GET DOWN!” he yells as he lets go of the knife and ducks under the kitchen island pulling Rouge with him. The knife like the pot before explodes into several sharp metal shards that fly into the walls and into the benchers. “You alright cher?” Remy asked as he got up from under the island. “Yeah I'm ok” she says as she follows him out and shakes her hair back to normal. “The professor is gonna kill gambit for that one” he says as he starts to pick the shards of knife out of the wall.

“Remy how about you let me finish dinner” Rouge asked “ ya sure cher” he replied “i’m sure you just tell me what to do,ok sugar” she says with a smile “oh alright then, cher” he says reluctantly and with a roll of his black and red eyes. 8:20pm two hours 20 minutes and 3 casualties later dinner was finished. Everyone was seated at the dinner table merely enjoying themselves eating.

A certain master of magnetism was sitting at the end of the long dinner room table picking at his plate “something wrong Magneto” asked Remy “its very spicy” Magneto replied “is it or are you just very white” Remy snapped backed there is an audible gasp from everyone at the table with Kurt Wagner chiming in with a long oooo. Magneto gave both Remy and Kurt a death stare before going back to eating.

Within a few seconds the room had exploded into chaos forks and spoons flying in every direction, up, down,left and right. There were people ducking under the table and using pot lips as shields. And in the middle of all this chaos was Remy. a few minutes before the chaos erupted they all had been just peacefully eating then Remy's fork started to glow and vibrate in his hand. Before he could say or do anything to warn the others the fork exploded in his hand and just like the knife it sent metal shards flying.it flew right into Magnetos temple pushing him back off his chair and onto the floor. “Oops” he said just before the chaos started to rage around him. So in the end there were 4 casualties of Remy LeBeau making dinner. But at last the war was over now to get Kurt to do the dishes.

[neverlookatthisblog]

Birthday Boy

Happy birthday Jack xx

Jack had a big party for his birthday every year this year was no different expect that he was in a relationship with you

Talking and laughing with everybody you were genuinely happy that jack was enjoying himself

"Y/N come here for a sec" ace pro pulled you to the side

"Hey what's up"You didn't know if you should be concerned or not

"Neelam said get everyone together once you do that go back there with her" he said

"Alright" you said

You got everyone together  once that was done you quickly ran to the back where Neelam was

Walking in you seen her grabbing the cake from out the fridge she sat it down in front of you showing you the cake

"Why pokémon" you laughed

"They both love it" she said there was an awkward silence for a minute

"Hey can you help me put the candles on the cake" she smiled

You nodded helping put the candles on the cake

Lighting the candles

"I'll let you take out the cake" she smiled softly at you

You hugged her before grabbing the cake carefully and walking out everyone started singing happy birthday to both urban and jack

You brought the Pokémon cake out

Everyone finished singing

Urban blew out his side

After Jack blew out his side of the candles he kissed you making everyone 'aww'

"Happy birthday sweetheart" you smiled

"Thank you" He said trying to hug you

"Wow chill I still have the cake in my hands" you said laughing a little

"Go put the cake down" he said patting your butt you were confused as hell

"He ain't even want no cake" you thought to your self

You sat the cake on the table next to decorations you walked back over to jack

He pulled you aside taking you to the bathroom

"Jack don't you wanna get back to your friends-" you said putting your purse on the bathroom counter

"Shhh" he said before kissing you deeply

"All I want is you right now" jack said continuing to kiss you

y'all Made out in the bathroom Like a high school couple lipsticks smeared all over jack's lips

You pulled away

"If we're gonna do this you gotta let me do the work" you said sliding your hand down to his pants unbuckling his belt

You got down on your knees pulling out his length out of his pants

You looked at him as you bring the tip in your mouth swirling your tongue around making jack groan a little

"Fuck baby" jack said grabbing a hold of your hair as you bobbed your head you felt him grip your hair tighter making you moan a little the vibrations made jack bite his lips

You continue  using your hand for support you knew you couldn't fit all of him your mouth

You breathed as you took his length out of your mouth using your spit you used your hand to jerk him off

"Fuck..." jack grunt you smiled at him you went back to sucking him off

You now used both of your hands bobbing your head faster as you felt jack twitch in your mouth

"Shit.....right that baby I'm about to cum" jack said as you continued

"Y/N fuckkk"jack moaned as he came  you felt his warm cum slide down your throat making you pull his dick out of your mouth

You wiped the side of you mouth licking the cum off your thumb

"So sexy" jack said watching you he pulled you closer to kiss him

"Mhm... the pineapples paid off" jack laughed you rolled your eyes

"Let's go before people start wondering where we are" you said washing your hands drying them you realize there was still lipstick smeared on jack's lips and a little on his face

"Gotta get this off cant have them knowing what we were doing" you wiped the it off his lips and fix your make up

"They probably are already know" jack joked you  gave him a glare putting your lipstick back in your purse

"Okay I'm sorry let's go" he said grabbing your hand as y'all walked out the bathroom

Some people gave you weird looks you already felt like they knew what you were doing

[patibato]

[Bitter Sweet Sixteen] 002-A07 - Unbreakable Boys

*typing*

Nayuki: Here, have some coffee.

Momiji: Ah… excuse me. Thank you.

Nayuki: Aren't you overdoing it? The Day Team's study tour is tomorrow, right?

Momiji: Yeah… but, there's still some work that I have to finish no matter what before we take off.

Nayuki: I can help, if you want. There's things to prepare for tomorrow as well.

Momiji: No no, that's not necessary.

Nayuki: …Do you know what time it is right now? You won't get to sleep at this rate.

Momiji: Huh- 8pm!? Th-that's not good.

Nayuki: So then, where should I start?

Momiji: I'm really sorry…! Um, in that case-

*door opens*

Daniel: Hey, welcome ba-… damn, that's a lot of luggage you're hauling there.

Momiji: I just got back. These are all the essentials I'll be needing from tomorrow-

Sorry Director. It looks like they might fall, so could you please carry some for me…!

Daniel: No way, I make it a rule to not work overtime. I'll wait for ya by the sofa, chop chop.

Aah, feels so relaxing~ having both my hands free~

Momiji: Kh…!

Nayuki: I can carry them. Allow me.

Momiji: No, you kinda seem more unsteady than me, so it's fine. I can't trouble you any more than I have.

Really, thanks for all you've done today. You helped me with my work right down to going shopping with me.

Nayuki: Don't mention it. I'm glad I could be of help.

Daniel: Insect repellant, sunscreen, cooling sheets, wipes, bandages, fever medicine, travel sickness medicine…

I was hoping you'd bought some good stuff… but it's all boring shit.

Where's the booze? The snacks? The food?

Momiji: Not here. They're for sixteen year old kids. They can't even drink medicine.

Daniel: You don't need medicine. And wouldn't stuff for adults be fine at that age anyway?

Momiji: Huh.

Nayuki: Looking it up, it seems they are indeed just at that age where they can take medicine for adults.

Momiji: That was quick! Thanks for that. I see, so adult medicines are fine…

Nayuki: Apologies for not noticing while we were shopping.

Daniel: I mean, ain't that better than the other way round? Y'know, giving kids stuff for adults.

Momiji: (Alright. With this, I've conquered the shopping list…)

(I got some adult medicine too, just in case. All that's left is to wait for tomorrow-)

Ah, come to think of it…

*typing*

Momiji: ("Hama Asunaro High School"… "incident"… and search.)

Let's see, what is this…

One day in June, around twelve at night.

A mysterious explosion suddenly occurred at the old school building of Hama Asunaro High School, located in Hama's 5th Ward.

The school building tragically collapsed, but fortunately no students or teachers were caught in it, leaving no casualties. As the cause of the explosion is still unknown, it is currently being investigated.

---

Momiji: (Come to think of it, there was news about an explosion before…)

(Th-the building got messed up this badly…! They must have been at the scene, yet they're perfectly safe…)

(I'm really glad they didn't get hurt… but as I thought, there's no way something of this scale was the work of chi- …no.)

---

Daniel: And wouldn't stuff for adults be fine at that age anyway?

---

Momiji: (Daniel-san was saying so earlier, they might not be at an age where they count as "children" anymore.)

(Uuuh, other than that…)

I heard from some friends in Hama, said the sound was terrible lol, BOOM lol

It's bad enough that there's so many students, the increase in onlookers at the school gates is annoying.

Oh yeah, a student from Asu-High went missing recently, didn't he. Bet it's something to do with him.

Signs of a conspiracy?

Asu-High must reveal the truth imminently!

---

Momiji: (Aah… it caused a storm on dazzle too…)

(A student disappeared… such a terrible thing happened.)

…

---

Akuta: I'll definitely bring 'em on the day of that "study tour", so leave it to me!

---

Momiji: (I got a reply on PeChat earlier saying "Done!", but-)

(I wonder if the week starting tomorrow will end without any issues…)

Akuta: Sensei, over here!

Muneuji: Good morning.

Sakujiro: Good morning. What a blessing that the weather is pleasant.

Momiji: Right! Good morning-…

Nanaki: …

Kiroku: …

Ushio: …Yawn… tired.

Momiji: …

Ushio: What. Is it so weird for people to yawn?

Momiji: Ah, sorry. I didn't mean to look at you like that…

(The mood seems low, but everyone gathered here properly. …I'm really glad.)

(Akuta-kun got through to them… thank you…!)

Akuta: …

Momiji: (Ahaha. …I'll have to express my gratitude again later.)

Muneuji: Sensei, here are the letters of consent from everyone's guardians.

Momiji: Thank you. You gathered them up for me, huh?

By the way, there's no need to call me "Sensei". I'm not officially teaching staff, after all.

Muneuji: Is that so? Then, how do you wish to be called?

Momiji: Hmmm… call me "Chief".

Muneuji: Understood, I shall do so. -Well then, until later.

Sakujiro: …As expected, he's used to unifying students. He is both the Club Head of the Anthroposophical* Astronomy Club and the Student Council Vice President, after all.

Momiji: The An…?

Sakujiro: The Anthroposophical Astronomy Club.

Momiji: I see. So that's the reason for his reliable demeanor.

(He feels more cooperative than when we met before. I wonder, just what did Akuta-kun say to convince him…)

Sakujiro: The Anthroposophical Astronomy Club.

Momiji: Ah, yes, I've got it now.

(Hm…?)

Akuta: Here, Muneuji… your turn next.

Muneuji: Right, put it in here please.

Momiji: (…They put something in that cute pink pouch… Returning something he borrowed, maybe?)

Sakujiro: Well then… I will be going by car, so I shall make my way off first.

Momiji: Right, see you there. Be careful on your way.

Sakujiro: Of course, you as well. Safe driving may get there faster than a plane.

Momiji: -Alright, everyone. How about we get going too?

Akuta: YEAH! My heart's all okay to go, Sensei!

Ushio: Actually, where are we going? It wasn't written down.

Momiji: Y-yeah… I was thinking it could be a surprise.

(I was actually in such a rush with making the proposal that I just forgot to write it down, but…!)

Ushio: …Huuuh. That sounds like a lie somehow, but I'll just go along with it.

Momiji: That works. …Ahem.

Uh, the place we'll be heading to now is-

Shodoshima!

*From Wikipedia - "Anthroposophy is a spiritual new religious movement which was founded in the early 20th century by the esotericist Rudolf Steiner that postulates the existence of an objective, intellectually comprehensible spiritual world, accessible to human experience."

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@jiraipink asked:

𝐓𝐚𝐥𝐤 𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐭 𝐌𝐞𝐦𝐞: Namida had excused herself to use the bathroom and told Kamui to wait for her at her office while she's gone. In the mean time, Kamui could hear not-so-subtle gossiping — or rather trash talking — from a duo of rental girlfriends within a room right next to Namida's. It was an older woman in her early 30's wearing flashy cheetah printed clothing her customers would consider "sexy" (accentuating her hour glass figure) and jewelry and tanned skin befitting of a "gyaru fashion" type. She was sitting on her own desk with the box of macarons next to her on the table and crimson lips angrily taking a bite out of one of them. Her heavy makeup, that which enhances her features and makes her feel more confident and mature, was making a face of frustration.

"Ugh... I don't get it." The other rental girlfriend sitting on the chair watches the irritated woman cross her leg over the other and sheepishly inquires after swallowing her share of a macaron. She's the type that tags along the school bully like a shy obedient minion. "D-Don't get what?" A large sigh escapes the flashy woman. "I don't get how Namida is so popular. Just 'cause she's young and wears clothes that look different from others? Whatever. What is she even doing here? I heard this is like her only job. Shouldn't she be like pursuing college or something else more meaningful while only doing this on the side for some extra money? I" The shy one, wearing the infamous pink strawberry dress, quietly speaks up a bit with a raised finger to emphasize her point. "I-I mean... She's doing really well with just this job alone... M-Maybe it's okay? I mean um... Are you worried about her?"

"Hey! Who's side are you on?!" A squeaky yelp comes from the shy one as she waves her hands in a panic. "I-I'm sorry!" The flashy woman scrunches up her nose and huffs. Idly swinging one of her red heels. "Geez... Like? What? Are men into the whole doll look? Sounds like they wanna play with mommy's glass dolls. Fuckin' idiots all of them. Please. She looks dumb." The shy one could only stare down at her lap. She didn't agree, but knows that if she were to speak up about her thoughts on Namida it would only serve to pour more fuel on the fire. It's obvious the woman is jealous, but she can't help but feel that maybe there's some part of her that's concerned. Maybe. "....."

The flashy woman continues after chewing on another macaron. Her blue eyes glaring down at the sweet dessert. "She has no idea what it's like to work so hard in the real world. Pisses me off when she smiles. Like BE for REAL, girl. She's just a good for nothing spoiled brat. I don't know what that uh... What's his name again? That cute handsome boy that visits her?" The shy one perks her head up slightly. "Kamui?" The flashy woman rolls her eyes. "Yea I don't see what he sees in her or what he's even trying to achieve with her, but it ain't gonna be a loyal relationship if ya ask me. With Namida? Seeing all those men all the time? Forget about it. If they date, I'ma saaaaayyyy give it about 2 months. MAYBE 3 until they break up AHAHAHAHA!" The shy one sucks in a breath and waves her hands in a panic again. "U-Uh! I-I wouldn't say that out loud. He's here visiting her today again. Wh-What if he hears you?"

Talk shit about someone my Muse knows.

Kamui would happily wait in Namida's office for her to return. He had went through the trouble of making bentos for them to eat together, having made a dish he knew Namida liked. He always vividly remembered anything she mentioned. All her favorite meals, and whatnot. As well as anything pertaining to likes and dislikes, at least so he could take that into account when he wanted to buy her stuff. Abuto has often gotten pissy when Kamui wasted money they made, on her. Yapping something about how he's way too obsessed with her or something like that he really didn't pay attention to Abuto when it came to being scolded over how he was with Namida. It was all tuned out. Namida deserved nice things, he wanted to give her nice things.

What's so wrong about that? Stupid Abuto.

There was a bit of a lovesick sigh, that was breathed past his lips as he finished the rest of his food. Then placing it down on her desk, which he had sat on since Kamui did not know what proper manners and etiquette was. He still wouldn't care even if he did though. A yawn escapes him too, although he perked up when hearing Namida's name from the office next door. They must have left their door open since he was able to pretty clearly hear the conversation. Well, his heightened senses had some part of that too.

Usually, he didn't really care for the other rental girlfriends. None of them mattered to him, only Namida did. None of them were as kind and beautiful as her. Which was why, every time one tried talking to him, he barely exchanged conversation. They weren't interesting to him. They were worthless and irrelevant to him. The reason he listened this time around, was because Namida was the topic. He decided maybe stepping out would be good, solely so he could see who these people were.

Kamui managed to be quiet enough, and there was a crack open in this person's door. Namida was being spoken badly about, and he didn't like it. He told himself he'd protect her from anything, and that includes people who insult her too. Hence why, he was always quick to defend her on social media. She never did anything to warrant being insulted, nor attacked. Kamui couldn't understand what this woman's problem was. Did humans really start conflict over someone's popularity? Sounds stupid. But... made sense why someone would be jealous over how amazing Namida was. He didn't like the rental girlfriend job at all, steadily hating it more and more especially when he couldn't hang out with her because she was with a client but...

Kamui understood her popularity.

The more he listened, the more he felt himself getting pissed off at this person. A fist clenched at his side. Kamui knew Namida would get mad if he hurt any of the rental girlfriends, so he was trying to keep himself in check. For her. She was really kind, she might say to not do anything even if someone was talking bad about her. Although Kamui paused, eyes widen slightly when he was brought into the conversation.

At that point, keeping himself in check was difficult. Having rather aggressively opened the door to this rental girlfriend's office. Controlling his strength wasn't a concern when Kamui was pissed off, having damaged the wall with the way the door slammed against it. When he took his hand off the handle too, he had ended up ripping it off as well. ''Oh, sorry. You must be so unpopular as a rental girlfriend that you couldn't even afford a decent door huh? Hahaha! ♡'' He was mocking her laughter from before, but it was more melodic rather than ear piercing.

''You should learn how to close your door, everyone can hear your annoying ass mouth you know? I heard pretty much your entire conversation, so feel lucky I don't break your face for talking bad about Namida right now.'' Had this been outside the rental girlfriend place, he very well would have. Intimidating them to keep their mouths shut about Namida shouldn't be bad though, right?

Hues of blue looked over at the meeker of the two, ''Honestly, you're just as bad as her, I don't know if you share the same opinion but refusing to speak your mind makes you pathetic. People like you make me sick.'' The amusement in his features quickly died down, having practically broke apart the handle under his insanely strong grip before dropping it to the floor.

His attention draws back to the gyaru-fashion rental girlfriend, ''Jealousy is honestly, really ugly. But you were already originally ugly to begin with, so it makes sense.'' Although, he really wasn't one to talk. Yet, he wouldn't openly admit that.

''You wonder why Namida is so popular? Well, she's beautiful inside and out. She's better in everything over you and basically every other woman in the whole universe. ♡ No one can match up to that, just accept it. You're just an ugly, sad, worthless woman who's jealous over not being even remotely close to how pretty Namida is.'' Kamui would always have nothing but good things to say about her, his favorite person ever. Although, his obsession was dangerously obvious. Especially given how defensive he was over her. Even given this woman a murderous, warning stare.

''Don't concern yourself about my relationship with her. It's really none of your business, even if we are only friends. I'm really happy with that, I don't need anything else. I don't care about her rental girlfriend job.''

Yes he does.

''It's not going to affect my relationship with her. I have no issue with her going on those fake dates.''

He's lying, since subconsciously he wished it was him on those dates with her.

''But hey, if you want to continue talking bad about her. I'll happily show you a preview of what will happen to you if you do.'' One of his bandaged hands clenched into a fist and jammed roughly into the wall, putting a deep hole into it before he removed it.

''Wow, these walls are pretty easy to damage. Or maybe I'm just that strong, whatever.'' If it comes to it, he'll pay for the damage. He just wanted to make sure nobody talked bad about Namida after this. His intentions were well intended, just executed in the most insane of methods possible.

''I'll be returning to Namida now. Bye, worthless rental girlfriend number 1 and 2! ♡'' He immediately went back to his cheery demeanor as if nothing in the last couple of minutes even happened.

Kamui really was becoming too obsessive and overly protective towards Namida.

[streets-in-paradise]

The Original Child - Andy Barclay x Ray Reader ( requested)

Requested by @ssbptigers, based on this ask

Warnings: Posted on mobile Few editing and proofreading ( english is not my native language)

Note: Some aspects of timeline and canon events were changed to fit the request. Reader is Chucky's little sister, born when he was a teen. He ended up on the boarding school for the consecuencies of early criminal behavior and she was alone with their parents when the home invasion happened. Chucky took care of her once he turned 18 and he died at 25.

Tags:@losersclubisms

Even since the victory in Harrogate Chucky seemed to have frequent strikes of bad luck. Not only his most dreaded enemy got out, he was getting closer and closer to his plannings. As if someone who knew and resembled his thoughts would be guiding them, Andy and Kyle always had precise ideas on where to find him.

Keeping the prisoner head was helpfull, but they were also counting on someone who knew him better than them. His little sister, his first kid. The one he thought lost since the fatidic night of his death.

Loosing him was hard for you, but even worse was finding out he came back and never searched for you. An unforgivable betrayal followed by a terrible realization. Charles taught you to kill, but never why to. You have done it to survive, but the targets of his comeback had nothing to do with that.

Children, the urban legend of the killer doll was surrounded of faces that reminded you of the little child he damaged and abandoned.

One cold night, exactly like that one in Chicago, some of those faces became people to you. Two of them managed to find you, a short dude and a blonde woman that were not fully aware of what that meant.

They had no idea of who you were, but they wouldn't stop staring at you. Overhearing their talks with other people gave you an idea of what they wanted, but at that point that didn't make it less intrusive.

" HEY, THE FUCK YOU ARE LOOKING AT?? BACK OFF!"

You carelessly lightened a cigarrette, hoping they would get the message.

They didn't, the man in particular seemed to have no interest in giving up.

" Do you know Chucky?"

Intense staring crowned the tension of the moment, the peak of it when you blew smoke to his face. Kyle thought you were the most disgusting woman she had seen in a while, but something else caught hers and her brother's attention.

You turned back cackling, demonical sounding laughing they would recognize anywhere. Their first instinct was thinking you were posessed, but a Chucky wouldn't have walked out without trying to cause them any harm

"Wait! " The man followed you, desperately trying to convince you of talking. " You know him! What did it happen? What has he done to you?"

Chucky took away your life and he left you without a chance. Your life went downfall since you killed two cops while trying to escape from his hideout back when you were just a kid.

They should have never allowed him to become your guardian in the first place.

" Why the fuck you care?" You cutted off the stranger before he could keep throwing any more questions. " You don't. Stop acting like the good samaritan, that shit ain't gonna work with me. "

" We do care." The woman followed." We know what you have went through, we have been there. "

You laughed again and you couldn't help noticing their particular reactions to your chuckles.

" Save it, blondie. You have no idea. "

" Where you made an orphan? Is that how you ended up here? " She insisted. " I have been one all my life, i know about fighting to survive. My brother over here, i got to know him when Chucky made him a temporary orphan. "

" My mother ended up in an asylum because of him. " He concluided in a heartfelt tone. " More kids are on the way of getting hurted, abandoned or utilized. They need our help."

You followed in the name of your troubled childhood and the resentment towards your brother kept growing. Andy and Kyle showed you many things about him that resonated with your experience in the suffering of other children. It made you think that to Chucky you were nothing but an experiment. His prototype of subservant kid, he tested in you all the manipulations he perfected with the others.

For the first time ever, you were arround people who had a close idea of what it was to be raised by him. Andy had some troubles understanding your initial apathy, why you haven't done nothing about Chucky in all those years. Neither him or his sister knew the truth of who you were, since you gave them a fake name with a fake story making you seem a more presentable victim. They never questioned it and the hunting duo became a trio. Your help brought a productivity increasement, but the hunt also got you closer.

He got under your skin, more than what you could have dared to admit. Over time, and behind a facade of semi-mockfull teasing, you began to hide some true interest on him.

You were a pair of well intentioned psychos who just had suffered for way too long and were used to Isolation. He was impressed to find out that, no matter what he would tell you, you always seemed to have something worse to share. When he told you about how Chucky killed his foster parents, you told him about living in the streets. When he spoke about being sent to the military school, you said you spent a time in jail. Whenever Kyle was arround she would try to make that sort of talks sentimental, but you always approached things with irony and he liked that.

He discovered that he enjoyed being arround you. The more time you spent together, the less he cared about the outstanding resemblance with the enemy that once catched his attention. When he meet you, he did have the impression of being talking with another female Chucky, but that was just a shocking first impression.

You weren't like him, not at all in his eyes anymore.

The bits of progress you were making weren't ruined by Chucky because your secret was relatively safe. The dolls you found together didn't recognize you, the esence of who your brother was seemed diluted in the act of splitting his soul.

They resembled him, but Charles wasn't there completely. Some of his memories weren't there, his core personality was altered. Killing those dolls was to you like stopping a bunch of copycats, the posibility of reuniting with your brother seemed forever lost.

When the traces went cold you all ended up crashing at Andy's place, your first time in the cabin. He said that they were going to see someone there who could give the ríght push to the search and you would be of great help for that.

At the arrival there was no one to be found, what confused a little bit

" Feel yourself at home." Andy welcomed you ríght away. " It's a small place, but it will be enough for us."

" Can i borrow your bed? With you inside, i mean." You teased him and chuckled briefly. " C'mon, you know it's alright. I live in a shithole. "

He was still getting used to your particular sense of humor. The amount of inadecuate jokes per hour you would dedícate him sometimes was impressing, but the oddest part was feeling strangely proud hearing you.

It was shameless flirting and you weren't shy at all about it. Andy felt encouraged by it, knowing that at least he was sure you found him attractive.

" Can i get you something? Except for a well cooked meal, i can bring you anything."

You shared a few chuckles.

" A beer! ... and one of yours, Kyle?"

She was about to pass you a cigarrette, but he intercepted it and you groaned in protest.

" I thought you said you were going to quit smoking."

" I'll leave it when you leave the joint, hypocrite." You mocked him in return, frustrated. " I said no more smoking in front of you."

" Leave her have it, Andy." Kyle defended you. " She is going to need it. "

" For what? Since when the voice of reason is on my favor?"

" Our old friend will get on your nerves and, no offense, but you can be dangerous when someone pisses you off."

" I plead guilty of all charges, your honor!"

Andy chuckled and returned you the cigarrette.

" I would keep it for later if i was you. "

The first image that the chopped living doll head got of you showed you standing up behind Andy. Personal space was non existent, you didn't care for it and he didn't care for that.

That one doll looked very different from the rest. Scarred, severely tortured. Its eyes had a different shine, more sinister and vibrant, and those were fixated on you.

" Holy fucking shit! Is that thing still alive?"

Andy couldn't help noticing you were a bit impressed, but not necesarily horrified.

Fascinated.

" He doesn't shut up if i don't keep him gagged."

" Have YOU done this?" You asked him, in awe. " You are insane."

You rounded him with your arms, dragging him even closer to you, and peppered kisses over the section of his neck that you were able to reach in that position.

Shy smile on his face, he was barely keeping himself together.

" The plan is getting answers, but you can get some revenge in exchange. " Kyle pointed out, resigned and weirded. " Andy finds it... cathartic. "

" Sounds fun, but i don't get it." You commented, disconcerted. " None of those airheads is the real Chucky, I would have recognized him. "

" I am the real Chucky. " The doll head spoke, freshly released from the gag. " On brand an original. The real question here is... Who the hell are you?"

" I can't believe this! Charles ' I never forget a victim' Lee Ray is having memory issues." Andy began to make fun of him without hesitation. " You don't remember her, but she surely remembers you."

If that thing was your brother, if he was there for real, it was just a matter of time untill he would recognize you.

You decided to act first, hoping he would not find chances to twist the narrative and turn your new friends against you.

" Hi, Chuck! I'm Wendy. "You introduced yourself through a memory of your childhood. " Eddie used to call me like that. You said i should never reach Tiffany, so he was the onlyone who knew about me. He was terrible at babysitting, I used to have more common sense than him and i was the little one so it was me taking care of him for most of the time. You two used to make fun of me for being a know it all, i learned to read with your voodoo books. "

Everyone else lost all control of the situation, Chucky incluided.

" (Y/N)? " He called you by your real name, his voice tone showing a glimpse of heartbreak unusual on him " No fucking way! It can't be!"

He stared at Andy with an animal fury.

" YOU ARE GOING TO PAY FOR THIS, YOU LITTLE SHIT!!! GET THE HELL AWAY FROM MY SISTER!"

There was a lot to unpack, and you were going to become the center of the interrogatory.

[iswmperson]

FNAF 2; The Movie; The Fanfic; Part 1

First time making a FNAF fanfic, much less a one about the movie.

Been thinking about this for the past 2 weeks or so. Hope you enjoy.

Day 0, part 1.

After a long day on a trip in Duluth, Mike, Vanessa, and Abby were returning home. On the way there, an advertisement for the 'New and Improved Freddy Fazbear's Pizza' started playing on the radio.

"Well, that's certainly odd." remarked Vanessa.

After 3 years, the franchise still exists. Getting a little hungry, they decided to stop by the restaurant and maybe get a bite.

"Doesn't seem too bad, on the outside atleast." Said Mike,

Abby looked around for the animatronics, but she could only see small, plastic versions of the characters she knew.

"Why do they look like that?"

"Well, Abby, i, don't know."

As they went to order, Vanessa looked at someone, and they looked back at her.

"Jeremy?"

"Vanessa??"

The both of them stared at each other for a while.

"Holy shit, haven't seen you in a while-"

The both of them laughed for a solid minute or 2, until the man noticed Mike and Abby.

"So, i assume this iisss-"

"Mike, Abby, this is my brother Jeremy, Jeremy, Mike and Abby."

"Hey..." said Mike, quietly.

"Hi :3" Abby said, as she looked at the menu.

"So, what were you up to, Vanessa? Haven't seen you in, 9 years, i think. "

"Multiple drug busts, gun buybacks, haunted animatronics, after that, not much besides being in a coma for 6 months."

The man stood there, surprised.

"Mhm, cool- wait, coma, 6 months?? What happened???"

"It's, a long story." Responded Vanessa

"Huh." Jeremy said.

"Trust me, y'wouldn't like to hear it." Said Mike, struggling to pull out his wallet.

"I can pay if yall want, i have plenty of cash to go around." Jeremy said, holding a credit card.

"No, no, it's, it's fine." Said Mike, slightly shooken.

"....Alright then."

The four sat down at one of the tables and started talking.

"So, are you two twins? You both look very, similar, eerily so-" Mike asked, looking at them.

"Actually, no, we're about, 1 year apart, we have different mothers, too." Replied Vanessa.

"Mister Jeremy, where do you work?" Asked Abby, curiously.

"Well, uh, before this, i used to work for a little ol' diner, think you've heard of it, Sparky's, they used to have an animatronic similar to those, with the same name as the restaurant, it was a uhh, if i recall correctly, a dog with a collar and floppy ears, but they removed him due to faulty mechanics, of course by the time i worked there, about 5 or 6 years ago, or 7, he was already gone. I think they had him in the storage room at the old Freddy's location for a while."

"Mike, didn't you see a dog in the storage of Freddy's?" Asked Abby, turning to Mike with a look resembling that of both concern, and curiosity.

"I...i think i did, it was disheveled and in, pieces." Mike replied, jogging his memory a little bit.

"Now, i'm going to be actually working, here. It's nice to work at a place you once loved and cherished dearly as a kid, ain't it Mike?"

Mike sat there, a little confuddled about what Jeremy just said.

"You, never been to Freddy's??" Replied Jeremy.

"I was, just, not when i was a kid."

"Jeremy, not everyone knows about Freddy's. You know that right?" said Vanessa.

"Yeah, yeah, i know, it's just weird how you can live in Granite Falls and not even hear about Freddy's."

"Yeah.." Mike replied, sleepily. It's as if the man hasn't slept in weeks.

The four of them sat in silence, until Jeremy spoke up again.

"So, could i actually stay with yall for a little while? My house is under renovations, and i'll only have to stay there for, a day or so."

"Sure, why not, i mean, you will have to pay rent though-"

"Mike, i'm only staying there for a day, that's nothing."

"Jeremy, i'll cut you a deal, for as long as you need to stay, we'll let you stay, as long as you pick Abby up from school, and keep the house clean." Responded Vanessa.

"Well, alright then, i guess that's a fair trade."

Later, after coming back home, Jeremy set down his items, dressed up in a Magenta shirt, black vest, gloves, and pants, alongside a nametag.

"Wait, where are you going? Aren't you supposed to start tomorrow?" Asked Vanessa.

"Well, i am, but today i'm going to get tested on how well i do on the job, a sorta 'test run' you might say. Anyways, i'm gonna be back home tomorrow, bye guys." Replied Jeremy, as he headed out the door with a large duffel bag.

"Strange, why would they do test nights instead of test days?"

"Jeremy was always a little, strange, lets just say that."

[chrimsone]

hey I didn't forget to like cross promo my work this time

this is probably gonna be one of my fave chapters, which is why I had to rewrite it cause I had to be satisfied with the results. anyway ramble time below the cut

so like the only constant from the main draft to this post is like. the opening and end. the whole meaty middle is completely different

Rin n Phoenix never leave the room in the original, and had a lot more relaxing convo I would say. Here she distrusts him a lot more out of the gate and isnt exactly ready to let up yet

oh and I agonized over on if I wanted phoenix to smoke or not lmao. in his concepts I'd bounce the idea around and came up with good stuff but then I wrote the original draft and completely forgot to include it. technically it's not explicity stated yet but the smoky sour scent Rin notices is the cigarette smell. this shit ain't gonna be wholesome one-hundred romantasized smoking it's gonna be like 'you do this to urself?'

now Ghosts can heal all of the physical side effects of smoking, but like psychological addiction? the stench?? how it just makes your whole home gross and yellow??? yeah this is the kinda smoking I want to portray.

I grew up in a smoking household. spent my whole life living with parents who smoked constantly. I was oblivious to the smell til middle school when my life went belly up and I spent a lot of time outside of my house. thats when I found out cigarettes had an unpleasant smell and I hated it. I already dealt with some mild bullying for my appearance and personality and I didn't want to add my smell to it either. ever since then I've fucking hated the act of it

I've watched my sister start smoking, my brother who I thought hated it as much as I did, start. I saw my own mother quit because she was in so much pain from another physical issue, and still come back to smoking once that got better. it's terrible. and that's not even mentioning what it's doing to their insides.

so nah. Rin ain't gonna find Phoenix's smoking habit cute and attractive. it's gonna be gross. it'll be annoying. she's gonna hate it.

by the Traveler I was not expecting to write several paragraphs on cigarettes lmao

on a lighter note I really am super excited for this arc! to me this is the true start of Rin's story. the last two arcs were kind of her just finding her footings in this strange system.

I simultaneously have so much and not enough planned for my gal, can't wait to see what I come up with in the future

[kristannafever]

She Ain't Gotta Do Much - 11

Kristanna Modern AU Rated: M WC: 4320

Chapter Index

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When Kristoff arrived at the hospital the next morning, there were police officers in with Sven and he was told to wait in the hall until they were done.  When they left about ten minutes later, Kristoff went in to see his buddy.

“Hey, Sven.”

“Hey, man,” Sven greeted him with a grunt as he sat up more in bed.  “How you doing?”

“Me?  Are you kidding?  I’m fine.”  He chuckled.  “How are you?”

“Honestly, ready to get the fuck out of here, but they tell me I gotta stick around for two more days or so.”

“That sucks,” Kristoff agreed, sitting in the chair beside the bed.  He motioned his head towards the door that the cops had walked out only a moment before. “What was that all about?”

“Oh, they got the guy that stabbed me.”

Kristoff’s eyebrows went up.  “Really?  That’s good.”

Sven shrugged.  “Eh, he’s just a kid.”

“What do you mean?”

“Like literally a kid.  He’s a week shy of his seventeenth birthday.  Turned himself in when he realized he was in over his head.”

“No shit?” Kristoff asked, shaking his head. 

“Yeah.  He’s going to juvie.  Told the cops he fell in with the gang when one of his older friends did, and when he found himself in the middle of that fight, he panicked.   I guess when I stepped forward to make sure Tilly was behind me, the kid freaked and just lashed out.”

“Huh.”  Kristoff leaned back in the chair.  “Shit.”

“Right?  Kid must be fucked up.  Thought he’d killed me.”

“Does he know you’re okay?”

“I dunno.  Is it weird that I kind of want to reach out to him when I’m out of here though?”

Kristoff smiled and shook his head.  “No.  It’s not weird at all.  I wouldn’t want to let a kid struggle to deal with thinking he’d murdered someone either.”

“Dumb fucking kid.”

“Yup.”

“Enough foreplay, what’s up with work?  What are we gonna do?”

Kristoff pulled in a deep breath.  “Well, I interviewed a few guys yesterday but none of them are going to work out.”

“Why?” he asked with a touch of frustration.

“Listen, Sven… Anna and I were talking, and she went to the CEO of her company to get some advice and-”

“Kristoff, I am trying not to get immediately upset here, but what the fuck does some rich asshole who’s worked behind a desk his whole life know about commercial construction?”

Kristoff was prepared for this.  He knew Sven was not going to take what he was about to say without a fight, so he gave it to his friend straight.  “How long until you’re back on the tools?”

“What?”

“You’re in here for two more days, then you are going to be put on bed rest at home.  How long are you going to be unable to do the physical work?”

“A while, I guess,” Sven conceded. 

“And I have to start Tony’s deli on Monday.  But I can’t be showing the ropes to a kid who is still in school.  I need someone with as much experience as we have, maybe more.  We need a foreman, because when that job is done, we’re putting him in charge of the next one.”

“I beg your pardon?” Sven moved again like he was trying to get up, realized it hurt to much, and settled back against his raised bed.

“And you are going to be the project manager from now on.”

“Hold on!  You can’t just decide this without me-”

“I’m not, that’s why were talking.  Nothing is set in stone.”

Sven grumbled and seemed to calm down considerably.  Kristoff knew how he felt; helpless, not in control, and pissed off that he’d ended up in the hospital in the first place. 

His friend seemed to process the information for a minute.  “So, if I’m the project manager, where does that leave you?”

“Another foreman, for now.  Working the jobs and overseeing them.  Then when we get more work, hire more guys, I move into the office with you and we run everything together, like we have from day one.  We just need a transition period.”

“Which, correct me if I’m wrong, requires more work than the three little jobs we have lined up.”

“Well, that brings me to my next point.  Anna… she… wants in.”

Sven’s brow wrinkled again. “In how?  Like ownership?”

“No, just a job.  Getting more advertising out there, answering phones, office work, payroll… stuff like that.”

Sven rubbed his palms down his face.  “This is a lot to take in right now,” he muttered.

“I know, dude.  I know.”  Kristoff stood and grabbed a piece of paper from his jacket pocket and handed it to Sven.  “Here, we outlined a game plan for the next three months.  It is… a touch optimistic I’ll admit that.  But I think we can do it.”

His friend took the paper and lowered his arm to the bed.  Kristoff felt bad for dumping all this on him while he was already going through so much.

“This is still you and me,” Kristoff spoke up.  “I know this is a risk and I know it is a whole lot sooner than we ever thought we would try to grow the business.  And if you don’t agree, we’ll figure something else out.  We’re partners.”

Sven pulled in a deep breath then looked at Kristoff and nodded once.  “Partners.”

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Anna had called Kristoff an hour later and told him she’d set up an interview with a Journeyman at the coffee shop a few minutes from her place.  She’d told him that morning she was going to be at work all day since there were a growing number of things that had started to require her attention.

When Kristoff met with the man, the interview went surprisingly well.  It was weird for Kristoff to be able to be direct and to the point and not be considered rude.  Perhaps interviewing people was going to be his forte moving forward. 

At the end of their meeting, he’d hired the man and told him to meet at the same place at the same time tomorrow to fill out his tax forms and whatnot, which was something Kristoff hadn’t even thought about until Anna had brought it up after she’d given him the information for the interview.

It was looking more and more like she was an asset that he greatly wanted to help him and Sven build their company.

With the rest of the afternoon to himself, Kristoff went home and started pulling furniture out of his spare room.  He was going to put the extra bed and dressers into storage, move his desk in to one corner, and go buy another one for the other corner.  It seemed as good a place as any to set up their first official office.  After standing and looking at the space, he realized he needed a draft table and a filing cabinet as well.  It was going to make the space a little tight, but they would make do.

And he was excited that as soon as Sven was out of the hospital, Anna was going to move in with him, and if everything went well, share the office with Sven while they worked on essentially getting more work.

Kristoff was about to haul the bed down to his truck when a better idea struck him and left everything where it was sitting in his hallway to deal with later.  He hopped in his truck and drove to the grocery store.

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Anna texted him when she was on her way home from work and Kristoff got busy cleaning the kitchen from the meal he’d just finished preparing.  He was just putting the dishwasher on when he heard her key in the door. 

Walking past the kitchen table, he grabbed the bouquet of flowers he got and went to greet her.

“Honey, I’m home!” She giggled.

He rounded the corner and she gasped when she looked at him and realized he had flowers for her.  “Oh, Kristoff!” she cooed, taking them when he offered them to her.  “You are the sweetest man alive!”

He leaned over and kissed her.  “I love you, baby.”

“I love you, too.”  She smiled sweetly, then her face shifted into a questioning look.  “What is that delicious smell?”

“Dinner,” Kristoff said with a big smile, then turned and walked towards the kitchen.

“Wait, what?” Anna called, following him.  “You made dinner?”

“Uh huh.  There’s a chicken in the oven, and mashed potatoes on the stove and I’m just about to make a salad.”

Kristoff started to rip apart some more lettuce when her silence spurred him to turn around, suddenly worried that he’d overstepped somehow?  She was giving him an incredulous look. 

Her head shook slowly back and forth.  “Just when I think you couldn’t be more perfect, you go and do something like this.”

He laughed and walked over to her.  “It’s just dinner, I am far from perfect.”  He put his hands on her shoulders as she once had done to him when he’d said the same thing.  “But I appreciate the sentiment.”

That made her giggle and he kissed her again, but only for a moment.  The chicken was almost done and he had to finish making the salad.

“How did it go with Sven today?” she asked, sitting at the kitchen table.

He turned his body to talk to her as he finished with the last of the lettuce.  “About how I expected.”

“That great huh?” she asked.

“Well, it is a lot to take in.  It certainly was a lot for me to wrap my head around and I’m not the one sitting in a hospital bed.”

“Yeah, understandable.  But whatever happens, I still want to help you guys out as much as I can.  Even if I’m still at my job.”

The oven dinged and Kristoff slipped on some oven mitts to take the chicken out to rest.  “Any idea what you’re going to tell the CEO on Friday?”

Anna gave a faint groan.  “No.  Not yet.  I just don’t know the best way to turn him down.  And then part of me is starting to feel bad if I do leave, because I just got settled in my new role and we just re-did our offices and my team works so well and… ugh.”

His brow furrowed.  Was she having second thought about all they had talked about?  He was fairly confident that Sven was going to be on board and he’d been so excited to have Anna join them, and now she had doubts?

“I thought you wanted this?” he said bluntly.

Anna suddenly looked a little taken aback by his tone.  “It’s not a for sure though, right?” she said quickly.  “If Sven doesn’t want to forge ahead there isn’t really any roles for me, is there?”

Kristoff felt a little frustration creeping in and he could tell by the look on Anna’s face she was too.  He took a deep breath and told himself to stop being a dick or they were going to find themselves on the business end of their first fight.

“I’m sorry,” he said.  “I understand where you are coming from.  If I were in your shoes, I would certainly feel conflicted too.”

Anna blinked at him a second and then her face softened.  “I’m still in, Kristoff.  All the way.  But I am still going to feel a little bad about it if I do end up moving on.”

He nodded.  “I get it.”

Anna stood and he took two strides to her and pulled her into a hug.  She sighed against him, wrapping her arms around his shoulders with the side of her face resting on his chest.  He set is chin gently on the top of her head.   “I love you.”

She pulled back slightly so that she could look up at him, and smiled.  “I love you, too.”

~   ~   ~   ~   ~

Kristoff would be lying to himself if he wasn’t feeling nervous to visit Sven the next morning.  It had never been this way for him before, and he worried that going forward with the plan would change the dynamic between the two of them to something that wouldn’t work as well as it had been.

Or couldn’t work at all.

Anna had brought up her feelings about leaving the company she’d been working with since college, and Kristoff suddenly had reservations about this plan of theirs to take the risks to grow their business.  It made him a little sick to his stomach.

Tilly was in the room when Kristoff arrived and he paused at the door, noticing that her and Sven seemed to be deep in conversation.  Without a word, he turned around and walked back down the hallway to the elevator.  He took it back down, shaking his hands to try and ease the tension he was feeling, and went to sit outside on a bench to gather his thoughts.

The wind was coming from the north, and he pulled his jacket zipper up a little tighter to the coolness of it.  It was one of those winds that reminded everyone that winter was on its way and that it would not disappoint.

Just as he sat on a bench, his phone dinged and he pulled it from his pocket.  The text was from Sven.

-Tilly had to go back to work come on up I saw you dumbass

Kristoff shook his head with a smirk and headed back into the hospital, grateful to be out of the chill in the air.  When he walked into Sven’s room, his friend looked amused.

“Tilly want’s me to move in with her when I get out of here,” he said by way of greeting.

“That so?” Kristoff asked with a smile.  “You gonna do it?”

“You know what… I am.  I am gonna do it.”

“Ho-ly Shit,” Kristoff said slowly as he sat down in the chair beside the bed.  “You’re finally going to commit.”

Sven laughed.  “Big talk coming from someone who can’t even commit to a Netflix subscription.”

“I will have you know that Anna has one of those, so I don’t need to worry about it anymore.  That... and she is moving in with me too.”

“No shit!” Sven grinned.

Kristoff shrugged his shoulders.  “Look at us, a couple of respectable boyfriends.”

“Who would have thought?”

They both broke down into laugher and it wasn’t until Sven clutched at his abdomen with a wince that Kristoff realized he’d forgotten how injured his best friend had really been. 

Sven shifted into a more comfortable position on the bed.  “I guess if we play our cards right, we can turn ourselves into a pair of respectable fiancés.”

Kristoff was surprised.  “You’ve been thinking about that?”

Sven nodded.  “Had a lot of time with my own brain sitting in this hospital bed and I realize that she’s absolutely the one.  I’m crazy about her, and she clearly cares a lot about me with how much she’s been here and taken care of me.”

“That is so good to hear, buddy.”

“It gets better.  They’re also releasing me tomorrow morning.”

“Nice!  I’ll bet you can’t wait to get out of here.”

“You have no idea,” Sven said, suddenly looking distracted.  He appeared to be contemplating his next words when he finally spit them out.  “I’m in.”

Kristoff didn’t need to ask for clarification.  “You sure?  I want you to take all the time you need to think it over.”

Sven waived his hand dismissively.  “I’m sure, even though the doctors said I’ll be back to full function quicker than either of us were thinking.  It’s just… I looked over the steps and figures that you outlined and I realized that this is always were we wanted to take this business and it seems stupid to not go for it now.”  He sighed.  “Who knows how long it would have taken us to even try if not for what happened to me.”

“That’s a good point.  We always talked about it but never did anything to make it happen,” Kristoff agreed.

“Well, to be fair we were always so damn busy working or trying to get work.  It’s hard to burn the candle at both ends.  Which is why I think Anna running the office side of things might actually get us where we want to go.”

Kristoff tried not to show how much that lifted his spirits to hear.  But this was his and Sven’s company first and foremost.  “If you have any reservations about that because we’re together, I want to know them.”

A smile graced his lips.  “Dude, she went out of her way to help us haul the trash to finish that demo and she passed our number along to get us more work.  I have no doubt she’ll do everything in her power to help us succeed.”

Kristoff opened his mouth to respond when Sven spoke up again. 

“Plus, a little birdie told me she’s turning down another big promotion with her company.”

Kristoff was a little surprised.  He knew Anna and Tilly had exchanged numbers and texted each other often, he just hadn’t known the extent of what they talked about.  “She is,” he said finally.

“Well, it sure seems like Anna isn’t one who’s scared by commitment, which makes me like her even more than I already do.”

“She’s definitely not,” Kristoff agreed with a smile.

“That’s why I’m on board.  Like, it’s her, not your grumpy ass.”

Kristoff laughed, relieved to hear Sven was feeling as good about everything as he had come to.  It was going to be hard, and there were going to be plenty of times in the next while when overhead was more than what was coming in, but they both seemed to have some newfound drive to make this happen.

“I can’t believe we’re finally doing this,” Kristoff said more to himself than Sven.

His friend nodded.  “I know.  But finding yourself on death’s door certainly changes a person’s perspective.  If this doesn’t work, we sell all our shit, live with our girlfriends, and just get jobs working for someone who does have a successful company.”

Kristoff liked the sound of that, and Sven was right.  If it all went belly up, they still had things they could fall back on.  They were both skilled tradespeople after all, he was sure they could both get jobs right away if they needed them. 

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After leaving the hospital, Kristoff took all the paperwork Anna had printed for him and met with their new hire and had him fill everything out.  Then he gave him all the information for the job he was to meet Kristoff at bright and early Monday morning. 

His mind was a whirlwind of thoughts.  All the things they were about to face, all the things that he still had to do, Anna, moving in with him over the weekend…which was the only thing that wasn’t currently stressing him out.

He went home and loaded up his bed and dresser from out of his hallway and took them to a storage place where he rented a unit.  Anna was going to put her surplus things in there as well until they could get sorted which of each of their things they wanted to keep.  Which wasn’t a priority for either of them.

Afterward he went to an office supply store and picked out a desk, drafting table, filing cabinet, and a bunch of other odds and ends that he didn’t already have at his place for their home office.   He arranged for home deliver since he simply didn’t have the time to pick it up himself, and nearly fainted at the till to come face to face with the bill.  It was easily the most he’d ever spent at one time aside from his townhouse and his truck.

Trying not to feel too anxious about it – he knew there was going to be a lot of costs at the beginning; you have to spend money to make money – he took everything home and put it all on top of his desk to sort trough over the weekend.  Then he hightailed it to Anna’s realizing he’d taken so long to do his errands that she would be home already.

When he walked into her place, she greeted him with a smile and a kiss and followed her into her kitchen, noticing the had takeout bags on the counter.  She told him once that she wasn’t much of a cook and ordered herself dinner much more often than not.  It didn’t bother him in the slightest.  He loved to cook and would love nothing more than to make their dinner when he got home from work.  Just having her to come home to every day was absolutely everything he needed.

He told her all about his conversation with Sven while they had dinner, and Anna was thrilled that she was going to be able to help them out and told him she would be giving her boss her two weeks notice in their meeting tomorrow.  Kristoff asked if she was still nervous about it, and she admitted the only thing she was nervous about was how the CEO would take it.  They’d both agreed that Anna would stay on for her two weeks – or a little longer if she was needed – so as not to burn any bridges, should she need to fall back on a job in that world.

After they ate, they settled on her couch to watch television and it wasn’t long before they were kissing passionately.  Things between them were still so new and exhilarating, Kristoff could not help the butterflies that he still felt when they were intimate.  And that feeling when they were finally joined, was easily the greatest thrill of his entire life.

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Kristoff stared at the ceiling, thoughts turning to work as they often did when a silence fell between them.  They’d been talking in the afterglow of their lovemaking before they both took a moment to rest. 

“Hey,” he said softly, breaking the silence.  “I was wondering about this earlier when I was talking to Sven.  When you were looking into having a company come in and reno your office, you must have called more than just us, right?”

Anna nodded against her pillow.  “I called dozens.”

That didn’t surprise him, just made him wonder all the more.  “How many came to look at the scope of work?”

“Just you guys.”

That surprised him.  He picked his head off the pillow and rolled onto his elbow, looking down at her.  “Seriously?”

“Yeah.”  Anna giggled.  “I was prepared to hire the first company I had a good feeling about and you guys did not disappoint.”

“Huh.  And here I thought we might have edged out the competition somehow.”  He didn’t know why, but he felt a little disappointed to hear this coming from her.

“Kristoff, you did.  Do you know why you were the only company to come and look at the job?”

He shook his head.

“Because you were the first company to call me back when I inquired.  On a Saturday.”

Kristoff smiled at the memory.  His Ma had called him and he’d passed on the information to Sven, thinking nothing of it.  It had been the third call he’d passed onto Sven that day.  Then Sven had called him back half hour later and told him they had a meeting on Monday morning to look at a big job for quote.

“So, our customer service was what sold you in the first place?” he asked slowly.

“Yeah.  A couple of the companies called me back that Monday after you guys had already taken a look, but I said I had already found someone.”

“But you didn’t know the price then.”

She shrugged.  “Didn’t matter.  I was given a big budget and I knew you guys were the ones I needed.  And look how right I was!”

“I spent a week on that quote,” Kristoff muttered to himself.  “I thought if we didn’t nail it, we’d lose the job.”

Anna frowned.  “I’m sorry, Kristoff.  I didn’t mean for this to make you feel any… resentment.”

His eyes went wide and he shook his head quickly.  “No that’s not what I was getting at.  I just meant I’ve always been so worried it’s my pricing that edges us in or out of jobs.  And I guess in reality it certainly does with some of them.   I just… I guess I just wanted to know what got us our work.  I mostly thought it was Sven.”

Anna grinned. “He certainly has a silver tongue.”

“Doesn’t he though.” Kristoff laughed.  “Well, I’m kind of glad to know that it’s not just him that gets us the work.   You know, he balked pretty hard when I first proposed getting back to customers on the weekends.   He figured no one would expect a construction company not to wait to return calls until Monday, and I told him that people are around to answer their phones on the weekend and we should be calling them back right away.  In the end I wore him down.”

“Well, like I said, that’s why I hired you guys.”

Kristoff smiled, looking down at her, his heart feeling even lighter about their chance to expand their company.  Damn if life wasn’t looking as up as it ever had for him and Sven.  He let out an exhale, the tingling feeling in his stomach building up again as he stared down at the love of his life.  Her enchanting eyes, her gorgeous face and beautiful freckles.  He dipped his head down and kissed her, arousal stirring fiercely within him once again.

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[crystallinechaos]

Request: I've been waiting for this my whole entire life bby. You said you take requests, so here's one: mc gets turned into a full-grown white tiger. I'm getting kinda tired of the trope of a character being turned into something small and helpless, so it would be wonderful to see mc scare the shit out of everyone, even for a little bit lol. It doesn't really matter how they get turned, but it's most likely done by Solomon.

And here we go! One G/N tiger MC. Hope you enjoy, lovelies!

The house of Lamentation had some strict rules, despite the frivolous trouble that cropped up. Lucifer ran a tight ship. Usually, most of the rules were followed. It was expected everyone would make at the least a cursory appearance at the breakfast table, or let Lucifer know when other things prevented it.

Usually, you were very willing to follow at least the breakfast rule. Mealtime was, after all, one of your favorite times of the day. Yet that pleasant, quiet morning, your chair was conspicuously empty. Lucifer eyed it at first with some curiosity.

As the others trooped down, his brow happened to twitch once. Satan caught it amidst buttering some toast, his grin small. Anything that caused Lucifer irritation was a good thing, after all.

Slowly, they all realized the issue. I'm between the usual self absorption that they indulged in, were peppered in comments.

"Aaah, Y/N is in so much trouble. Lucifer is gonna blow a head gasket, lol!" Levi was giggling into his game console.

"Can I have their plate," Beel wondered between a mouthful of food. His large hand had already reached over, until he got a slap from Asmo.

"Beel, that's my scone!" When Beel withdrew Asmo went back to studying himself in a handheld mirror. "Really, the party last night was the best. I don't think Y/N will be up anytime soon, really. We can't all snap back to perfection like I can, after all!"

Lucifer sighed. "You took Y/N to a party?"

Asmo blinked. "Oh yeah! With dancing and drinking, and more dancing! Solomon can really cut loose when he wants to."

"Ooooh, Y/N secret nightlife has been revealed. The end is near." Levi had dropped the gaming console to type out a post.

When Belphie came down and plopped into his seat, head plonking against the table, Lucifer finally snapped.

"Mammon, go get them."

"Eh, get them yourself. I ain't their keeper." Mammon leaned back onto two legs.

"Mammon… NOW." Lucifer didn't have to even change the expression of his face, merely his tone. They all gave him their attention. His eyes cut to Asmo. "As for you…"

The lust demon chuckled a little. "W-well, look at the time. Wouldn't want to be late."

Satan snorted, taking a sip of his coffee. "As if you care about punctuality for school Asmo."

Mammon dropped his hair back down, scooting back and hopping to his feet. "I'm just gonna go get my things. If I, uh… if I happen to run into Y/N I'll send them on to you Lucifer. Absolutely."

The greed demon darted from the room before Lucifer could get into his stride. He couldn't help but grumble to himself. You'd really stepped in it this time. Partying in general was dangerous for a human when in the devildom. Partying with Asmo turned a normal party into an even more unknown, crazy situation. You were honestly lucky to be alive.

Reaching your door he rapped on it sharply. He'd try and warn you at least, so maybe you could work up some tears or something. Maybe it'd soften Lucifer up… nah.

"OI!" He rapped again when there wasn't any noise. Nothing. His sharp ears picked up some soft shuffling, but no verbal response. "Hey, hey! Don't keep the great Mammon waiting. Pretty rude."

An odd sort of sound came from behind your door. It made him pause. It sounded… not quite human. Leaning on the oak door, he chuckled.

"What, ya losing your liquid dinner from last night? Shouldn't drink so much if you can't hold yer alcohol, newbie."

No response, except more of those off noises. He felt a tad bad. What if you were like throwing up in your sleep? Or, were allergic to something Asmo or Solomon had poured down your throat?

The thought galvanized him. "Oi, ya had your chance. I'm coming in!"

He tossed the door open, ready to either wake you up or rub your back. Instead, he froze. Your bed sheers were ruffling around, revealing random patterns of black and white. Weird pajamas…

The thought was short lived, hope crushing, as something raised its head from your bed, making a noise of curiosity.

Mammon couldn't be blamed whatsoever for his reaction.

The shriek echoed through the house of Lamentation, causing the other six demons to jump to their feet. When the demon skidded into the dining room, going so far as to leap over the table, they were rightfully confused.

"What happened?" Lucifer demanded at the same time Satan asked.

"Where is Y/N?"

"T-there gone! They… they got ate, we gotta kill it, it killed Y/N!"

"That isn't funny Mammon!" Asmo snapped.

"I AIN'T JOKING!"

As for Y/N… you had no idea what the fuck was happening. Mammon had woken you up, and then had the audacity to ignore your questions. Granted, he had been really pale. You actually hadn't realized he could go that shade of color before.

Still, you weren't in any kind of mood for this bullshit. You were never going to party with Asmo again. Never mind Solomon, and this time you meant it! The call of drinks and overheated rooms due to too many bodies crushing into the space was going to be your new ex.

It wasn't unusual to be hung over and tired. This time your body itself felt off, too heavy for your frame. Things were too sharply in focus as well, making you blink multiple times.

Mammon had turned, shrieking, from your room, causing you to crush your head back into the pillow, whining. You sounded strange to your own ears.

Following the instinct to arch your back into a long stretch, you yawned. You had to physically stop yourself from curling back up, instead hopping from the bed. It wasn't until you landed on the ground you realized something was… wrong.

Your feet didn't clink when you jumped from bed, usually. Blinking in confusion, you glanced down. Without much thought you shifted your hands around. Weird… your hands looked like paws. Maybe you were still drunk.

Wait… your fucking hands were fucking paws!

Lucifer was trying to calm Mammon down and get a decent answer from him. Had he seen your body?

"Oh, my." Satan had a dreamlike quality to his tone that caught the Pride demons attention.

The green eyes were wide and fixated. Lucifer saw why when he followed the gaze.

"Eh? Oh my, what a pretty color fur!" Asmo reacted first. Lucifer cut him a look, and the demon flinched. "No, no. I might have been drunk, but not nearly drunk enough to bring home a tiger. I brought Y/N home and that was it."

Lucifer growled. "I'm aware."

"What are we gonna do? What of its hungry?" Levi asked, taking a small step back.

"That thing ate Y/N!" Mammon snapped.

The tiger let out a roar, causing the envy and greed demons to yelp.

"You're an idiot," Belphie muttered.

"All the food is gone." Beel said it sternly. As of to prove his point, he picked up the last piece of toast and swallowed it whole.

"Why would you do that? What are we gonna feed it now?" Levi gripped Beel on the arm.

"Tigers don't eat toast," Belphie muttered.

"It cant have my meat either," Beel glared at it.

The white tiger seemed to huff, before it charged. While the others shrieked or flinched, Lucifer and Satan stayed still. It slammed into Lucifer, though the demon didn't move an inch with the added weight. The tiger was whining and almost… pleading.

"There, there." Lucifer sighed in an almost resigned way. It had almost been a calm, no trouble morning. How would he explain this to Diavolo?

"Course Lucifer can charm a wild animal," Mammon muttered from where he'd fallen over.

"Maybe cause he is an animal," Asmo gushed with a flirty wink.

Satan finally gave into the urge. His hand reached out and he stroked through the white fur. After a moment, he actually took you into his arms despite your large size. Your fur was soft and warm, and under his ministrations your sides soon stopped heaving in fear.

"Or maybe he can calm them down because this is Y/N." He gave them all a look. "You're all pathetic."

"What did you feed them yesterday Asmo?" Lucifer asked quietly.

"That… that's Y/N?" Then he seemed to hear Lucifer. "No, no. They didn't drink anything I didn't drink, I made sure of it!"

That was true. Any drink you'd had Asmo or Solomon had taken a sip of it first, to make sure it was safe. They were your besties. You grumbled low, reaching out to bat Lucifer with a paw. You weren't going to let him blame Asmo.

Now you were calm, sunk low into Satan's grasp, you remembered. Asmo had all the best intentions. But there was one thing you'd drank that the others didn't know about. You all had stopped at Purgatory Hall and had a final drink if the night. Or, it had been meant to be a quick drop off.

Asmo and Solomon had vanished into the sorcerer's room for some fun, while you declined the invitation. The noise had woken up Simeon, who kindly gave you blankets and pillows to fix up the rather comfortable couch before he'd drifted back to his own bed, casting a silencing charm throughout the house for Luke.

Asmo had woken you up a few hours later, and you'd went to the restroom. Your mouth had been dry… you'd thought it was safe. The mixture had been light and almost airy, floating down your throat rather than being swallowed, pleasant warmth hitting and coursing through your body.

And thus, you'd woken up as a fucking tiger.

Lucifer arched a brow at you, before he sighed. "You obviously can't go to school like this. I'm going go have to report this to Diavolo. Asmo… you and Solomon will be coming with me. The rest of you… get going before you're late."

Levi started giggling, while Asmo sulked beside Lucifer. "You were terrified of Y/N."

"Hey, show some respect for your older brother!"

"What's there to respect? Idiot." Belphie handed Beel a bag of chips on his way out.

Lucifer glanced to Satan, who stared back. "Put them down and get going."

"I don't think so. What if something happens? They shouldn't be alone."

Usually, Lucifer would have called him out on the obvious fact he just wanted to cuddle a cat, but he was too tired.

"As you say. Once we've got this all sorted, I'll have you bring them to where we are. Ideally Solomon will know what happened."

He paused, stroking you on the head soothingly. "We'll get this sorted, don't worry. Try and stay calm."

Of course. "Well, you must be hungry. Let's get you something to eat."

Satan cuddled you for another moment before he sat you down. This was definitely not fun. Having to look up this far to see his face was definitely not ideal, and it jarred you.

He opened the fridge. "Well, what would you like? Just nudge it and I'll handle the rest."

You glanced into the fridge, nose tantalizing you with new scents. It didn't take much before you were pawing at where you knew the meat was kept. Satan bent down, opening the drawer and picking up the steaks there.

"These? Makes sense I suppose. I wonder how much of you is becoming the tiger. Do you have any urges to lick yourself?"

With a small roar, you swiped him, claws accidently out. He dodged easily, giving you a cool gaze.

"I'm not Mammon. You aren't going to scare me with roars and snarls."

You grumbled, curling up on the floor while he cooked your breakfast. Once it was done, he hummed. You were just grateful it still smelled amazing cooked. If you had only wanted it raw, then gods… you'd have just given up. Satan paused before he kneeled before you.

"Seems a bit odd, if I have you eat from the floor. Can you get up onto the table?"

You nodded your head, raising onto your hind legs before you used the front to drag yourself up. You felt the table scratch your belly, making you jolt. A glance showed some white fur had gotten stuck between a chip in the table.

"I more meant jump up. I'll be more specific next time." He set your plate down, but still seemed not satisfied. "Shall I feed you?"

You couldn't help the way your whiskered face twitched. Eventually you nodded, since you didn't relish putting your face down into a plate. You weren't Beel.

Satan was meticulous. He cut the steaks into thin strips, perfectly sized for your current mouth. Thankfully he did use a fork to feed you, so you were saved the worry about accidently biting his fingers. Idly, you wondered if you could even hurt him, or really any of them. Somehow you doubted it, seeing as you were a regular white tiger. Maybe of you were a demon tiger… that was a terrifying thought.

Once you were done he followed you to the sitting room, letting you curl up against him while he read a book. When you pawed at him, he obliged you and his smooth voice soon read the words aloud, letting your drift to the cadence.

When he woke you up, hours later, problems arose. Satan had received word from Lucifer, who had even sent a portal so you didn't have to be carted through the Devildom. Really, he would be sad to see this go. As a tiger you were adorable and soft. The perfect sized cat for him. Still, he supposed you couldn't remain.

Especially when, upon waking, he noted that you weren't really there. Only a wild beast reflected in your eyes, as you woke up with a violent snarl, lunging for him with killing intent.

You were going for his throat. He fed you his arm, using the other to grasp you by the thicker fur of your neck, throwing you to the side. Easily he twisted you and held you down.

"Y/N! Get a hold of yourself!"

He watched as awareness came back to you, and you guiltily released his arm. He hummed, feeling your tongue rasp over the skin exposed in apology. You were becoming more animalistic at an alarming rate, considering when he could roughly guess you initially transformed.

"You didn't harm me, Y/N. Don't worry." He rose and gestured. "Lucifer has the solution. Let's get going."

You followed him without hesitation. You wanted this over. You remembered the moments of animalistic instinct that had overwhelmed your humanity and felt terror.

The portal took you to the student council room. Diavolo immediately took you in with Barbatos, eyes serious.

Solomon was there as well. "Sorry about this. I didn't realize I left that potion out. Although… really, you shouldn't drink random things you find. That's why Asmo and I taste test everything first."

"Because a narcissistic tiger is what we need," Satan wondered.

Solomon laughed. "That would be interesting! Not to worry though. This potion would only affect a human like this."

"Still… Lucifer you forgot to mention how adorable Y/N is as a tiger!" Diavolo came quickly toward you, beaming. It knocked you back into you beast self, and you roared threateningly, claws coming out as you tensed up.

The demon prince froze, golden eyes studying you. "Not good, perhaps."

Satan shared a glance with Lucifer. "They do seem to becoming more in line with a true tiger the longer they remain in this form."

"It'll be fine." Solomon stepped up; hand outstretched.

Magic poured from his being and wrapped you in a bubble of power, causing you to spin rapidly for an escape. Your paws swiped against the barrier, cries distorting disturbingly. Though the demons couldn't see you, they could hear the way you sounded sometimes like a tiger, others like yourself. Your cries made Lucifer and Satan twitch.

Finally, the bubble burst in golden flakes, leaving you there. It took a moment before you opened your eyes.

"Satan, Diavolo I am so sorry! I would never snarl at you or… or bite your arm off."

Before you could register it, Lucifer was before you. He has removed his uniforms jacket, and wrapped it around you. And you realized. Face flushing, you turned to look at a smug Solomon.

"I'm going to absolutely murder you."

[makowo]

May I ask......... Who in DR Gaiden is paired off to whom. Did they straightwash aoi. TAKA???

It's hard to go through them all, but I'll try my best to put together a horrifically comprehensive list. This will include their fankids as well, to save us all some time. TL;DR, yes they straightwashed aoi, taka gets no relationship at all, and there are some reaches made for ships. If you're interested in all the weird pairings though, here's a list + some info on each.

There is, obviously, Kirigiri Kyoko/Naegi Makoto.

Their kids include, in what I believe is eldest to youngest: Kiki Naegi, Mokubo Naegi, Koto Naegi, and Kiri Naegi. Kiki is given the most prominent role in the whole series, and has been the protagonist for definitely over 100+ stories, though I don't know the exact time she became the focus nor the exact number of stories she's been the focus of, because I care about my mental health. Mokubo is the second eldest, and is autistic. I mistook him for being the youngest out of the four at one point, so I think that is all I need to say about how his autism is handled. Koto and Kiri are twins, a boy and girl respectively, and both are named after nicknames that were often used for Makoto and Kyoko earlier in the series. Not much to say, the younger siblings don't appear often enough to have anything of note happen to them. Kiki, despite having a prominent role, is also completely uninteresting. You'd think with how much shit she gets into, wanting to follow in her mother's footsteps as a detective, getting to go to HPA just because she's the daughter of the headmaster and vice-headmistress, getting kidnapped at one point, and even going back in time, that she'd be more interesting. But no.

Hey, you thought Byakuya would be paired off with Toko, right? You thought this, yes? Assumed? Fuck you. Asahina Aoi/Togami Byakuya. I thought she was paired off with Hagakure tbh, that's the usual cop-out you'd expect of these sorts of things. But I misremembered I suppose, because imagine my fucking horror when I went to search for them just now and it turns out that it ain't Togafuka that ends up happening here. I'm hard pressed to say if this is better or worse than the alternative. Their children are Yuta Togami and Shinobu Togami, named after their dead brother and sister respectively. No one gives a shit about them. Expect me not to elaborate much on the kids from now on, because who give a shit. Just remember they're here, being the little cardboard cutouts they are.

And what worse to do in this scenario than to do Fukawa Toko/Hagakure Yasuhiro? They pop up about as frequently as Byakuya and Aoi, with chunks of screentime interspersed throughout the series that wanes as Kiki's status as the protagonist settles, and the author doesn't really know what to do with them other than have them be set dressing once a blue moon. Their child is Hagakure Kawako.

Coming back around to the Naegis, without Toko to claim Komaru as her swag wife, we get. Hinata Hajime/Naegi Komaru. Don't have much to say about this one, they just really don't have any chemistry. The author does have the gall to tag some of the works featuring them as Hinaegi though. They lack any children that I can see. Yet.

Leading into the SDR2 survivors, we have Komaeda Nagito/Tsumiki Mikan. I believe at one point it was stated that they were having a child, but I honestly don't know if that child ever appears. They have a total of like, four appearances in the series as a pairing. They don't matter.

We don't have anything of particular note other than them out of the rest of the SDR2 cast, so we move on to V3 characters, which are handled interestingly. See, it appears the author decided to split them up, so some of them are aged up to adults working at HPA or elsewhere, while others are still students, and yet more are initially introduced as students before graduating from the school early on. I'll clarify which is which as I list these next few.

First, Saihara Shuichi/Kiki Naegi. Shuichi and Kaede actually did date previously, but Kaede was like. Idk, dissatisfied with how subservient Shuichi was so they're exes. Shuichi is fucking insane for Kiki though, so much so that the author like. Did a fake Saimatsu week where actually they were exes the entire time, and Shuichi still dated Kiki. While advertising the fic as Saimatsu. People pointed this out, they glossed over these complaints in responses. They're both in university in the current state of canon, so no kids or anything. Yet.

Next, Gokuhara Gonta/Tojo Kirumi. Nothing of note, don't wanna read the fics they're in. They're probably graduated from HPA at this point.

Oma Kokichi/Yumeno Himiko, and interestingly enough, they have an open, outright stated polygamous relationship that also consists of Chabashira Tenko/Yumeno Himiko. It's honestly very interesting for this to come up in an endless field of cishet, nuclear family pairings, but it feels pretty forced. Right from the get-go of it being introduced, in fact. It's dropped on us in a fic where Korekiyo trying to murder Kiki is the spotlight, and is glossed over afterward until a reunion fic where they have dinner with the Naegi family, where it's revealed that Kokichi is a cop. Of all the bitches, it's Kokichi that becomes a narc, for no reason shown other than it just being how things went after he graduated, I guess. But yeah they don't matter either.

There's also Iruma Miu/Kazuichi Soda, which is like. Just kinda lame, tbh. Miu works at HPA I think. K1-B0 is their son that Miu made, and then they had a flesh and blood daughter, Biusagi Iruma, at some point offscreen. It's just a kinda weird pairing, they don't do much except launch the weird time travel fic.

Then. Oh Boy. Harukawa Maki/Momota Kaito. Unsurprising, BUT they get this whole arc about Kaito dying and Maki being super upset about that. It's not very normal tbh, Kaito wants to go to space before he dies so Sonia and Gundham, using presumably the funds that should be used for their country that they are the rulers of, make a rocket and send him to space. He dies in space. Everyone is sad, and then Maki finds out like right before the funeral that she's apparently carrying his kid. She names the kid Haruki. Trust me, it's really Sad.

And that's basically it for notable stuff, I think. Gonna quickly mention the other ships in the series, ones that aren't really one-offs but don't have anything special going for them; Kuwata Leon/Maizono Sayaka, Sonia Nevermind/Tanaka Gundham, Amami Rantaro/Shirogane Tsumugi, Ultimate Imposter/Mioda Ibuki, and Saionji Hiyoko/Koizumi Mahiru.

A note on that last one; even if I somehow did like that ship (I don't, I'm a particular fan of the theory that hiyoko is literally just some kid that has so so so many problems going on), you'd be hard pressed to find any fics in the series that involve them to a prevalent degree. From what I can tell, they each individually get one or two lines, and none in reference to any actual relationship between them that could be romantic to any degree. It's straight up lying, again.

That's everything I want to talk about though. Assume that anyone I did not mention here simply aren't paired off with anyone, or appeared like one time and then never again so I didn't find them.

[billys-princess1986]

Round and Round

Chapter 6 Pt1

Lauren Pov

It was around six when I woke up, I turned to see a peacefully sleeping Billy, oh shit I look down under the covers to see if I was clothed I sighed in relief, okay nothing happened us, Billy stirred in his sleep I kissed his lips, My mom should be gone by now hopefully she won't have to work so late tonight, I get up from my bed trying not to wake Billy, I guess will have eggo's for breakfast since I don't feel like fixing anything else, I put four eggo's in the toaster, I poured orange juice into two cups, Luckily I was done pouring the last one when the toaster stopped shit I jumped, I put them in two plates  turning around to see a sleepy smirking Billy, well ain't you creepy I laughed, still on edge from Jason he teased, yeah he's creepy as hell how long were you watching me anyway, Not long I came down here when heard the fridge door open, he grabbed an eggo from one of the plates and sat on the counter, well next time I'm going to punch you I said annoyed I was still half asleep, sure little baby he chuckled, I'm going to go get ready for school there's a bathroom down the hallway first door on your right, I grabbed an eggo before going upstairs, it was now around six ten, I put some Baggy grey cargo pants and I paired them with a bon-jovi shirt, I did my hair like normal, It was awfully quiet downstairs, are you downstairs Babe I yelled out the door no answer, I finish getting ready I felt his hands wrapped around my waist, Damn it Billy I smacked his arm, He laughed sorry I got bored, sure you did I turned around to look at him, Hey I get to see my beauty he kissed me, Later on babe I smirked I looked at my clock, shit were gonna be late picking up max it was now six forty, I ran out of my room putting on my beat up converse I guess Billy went to my car, I grab my last eggo before going out the door locking it, the ride was pretty quiet going to Billy's house, I parked the car in his driveway..

[80sretroboom]

Good it was late, Jubilee knew when everybody went to bed. The Asian-American teenager had a tendency to sneak out. It wasn't that she disliked the Professor's mansion or school or whatever, it was just that she needed her freedom. Jubilee was standing there in crimson red, tattered tank top, her yellow cropped jacket draped over her arm to hide it should she need to. She knew that the yellow kind of called a little bit of attention, or at the very least has gotten her caught more times than she would like to admit. Jubilee had snuck so many times for various reasons that she knew all the ins and outs of getting out of here. Like this back gate have a reset at a very specific time, if you didn't have the code. She had tried to hack the lock a few times, since it was digital, but it didn't work and it set off an alarm and she got caught. Between how up tight Scott was and the combined knowledge of Beast and Forge, it made things like hacking tech a bit tricky but Jubilee was a fast learner. In this case not fast enough though, she hadn't cracked the hack yet, so she was doing this the old fashion way and waiting for the system reset to sneak out. Hmmm Where did Jubilee want to go tonight. Lets see there was some clubs, those could be fun. Bars were NOT her jam. The arcade would be closed. There was that underground place where the she and others skate board and shit. That could be fun. Jubilee looked at her watch, 3 minutes until rest. Good she hated waiting. Jubilee began putting her headphones, with the thin metal band and mesh style ear muff, on when someone began talking to her. Jubilee quickly turned around. Awww man, she had been caught again. Fuck! When Jubilee's eyes focused, after turning around, she saw the new girl. "Woah! Hey. Yeah. It's a school, and yeah I like comics. what of it?" Jubilee hung her headphones around her neck, and spoke with a a little but of an annoyed tone, these facts are obvious. duh. Jubilee relaxed, she was new, was probably wanting to get out of here and run away. Many of the new students do. Jubilee didn't like it when she was put in an orphanage, or when she ran away from that place. This was more like home. It was just a little strict. "Sorry, that wasn't cool of me. So tryin t' run? I try t' get outta here a few times a week, for the funnzies, ya know? I go to the clubs, or this underground place t' skate. Helps stomachin stayin here." Jubilee came back with her usual cheerful tone, showing the new girl her skate board that was attached to her backpack. Shit what was this girl's name. Jubilee knew she had heard it. Anna or something. Ah yeah! Anya! that was right. She seemed alright, not like any narc. Right? "Wait. You ain't a narc are ya?" Jubilee asked suspiciously but with her usual cheerful tone as an undertone.

@oozeyboozey

somewhat plotted starter for @80sretroboom .

it wasn't the best of situations. actually ... it FUCKING sucked! HYDRA had already gotten their hands on anya and jamie a second time , and bucky wasn't taking any chances with them finding his beloved children. not again. losing them after finally finding some peace had broken him , and while sending them away from him wasn't what any of them had wanted ... the safety of anya and her brother kept being brought up as he continued to try and get into contact with logan.

it was a long shot. but logan cared about natalia. and anya and jamie were mutants. bucky couldn't be there all the time ... but anya and jamie could be safe at xaviers until he sorted all of this out. anya kicked and screamed until the day finally came when it was time to go. she didn't like this. they belonged together. with the promise to visit when he could , to stay in touch , and most importantly that this wasn't forever , anya and jamie piled into Logan's truck he had brought , and they were off to their new home. it wasn't bad there. the professor had offered to take a look at her mind when she got there , and was busy at work to find the key to unlocking her ability to have full agency of her actions , and the students and teachers there all seemed to be welcoming.

but none of that changed the fact that anya didn't want to be there. she wanted to be with her dad , back out on the run fighting the good fight against their oppressors. her still young mind couldn't comprehend the worry her father was feeling , and to a degree ... she did acknowledge that. but like an animal brought in from the wilds , they needed to get out of there.

with the cover of night in the late hour of about eleven when she last looked at the wrist watch she had been wearing , the former child assassin moved through the dark grounds of the estate toward the perimeter wall and the gate. there was a way out she had seen on her way in , and had logged that away for such a moment as this. with the gate in site , she smiled and took a quick glance behind her , feeling pleased with herself for having evaded the adults on the grounds , only to turn around and stop dead in her tracks when greeted with a figure stepping out into the light.

anya let out a huff of a sigh. reaching to grip the strap of her backpack as she shuffled on her feet where she stood. " don't most of you study or read comic books this late on a school night? " she remarked a bit flatly. they weren't a mean person. but they were definitely guarded.