#little boody boys

[missterious-figure]

Uh oh. Sun and Moon are mad at each other again. What did they do this time?

Inspired by this angy peacock

[roanofarcc]

PROJECT SUNSHINE CHAPTER FORTY EIGHT → DEVILS ROLL THEIR DICE, ANGELS ROLL THEIR EYES

summary: steve harrington x oc

when another product of Hawkins National Laboratory escaped a long-survived nightmare alongside her sister, she crashed into one unsuspecting teenage boy and dragged him deeper into the dark mysteries that made up their hometown.

word count. 4.3k || masterlist || ocs moodboard

warnings: cannon typical violence, child abuse, horror, gore, and depictions of mental illness. parts of this story were written pre-season 4 release. cannon divergence.

a/n: I want you all to know that your feedback and sweet lil' comments never fail to make my day and I adore each and every one of you <3

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In a nearly identical fashion to the night before, Sunshine sat on the roof of the mall with Steve, Robin, and Dustin. She toyed with her necklace and kept her eyes trained, almost unblinking, on the loading dock, looking for even the smallest sign of trouble as they waited to give Erica the go-ahead to make her way through the air ducts and into the secret room. Sunshine had no been fully onboard with the idea, but she was outvoted. 

Robin used Dustin’s walkie while Erica used Sunshine’s, and tapped it to her helmet so she could be hands off while crawling. “Erica,” Robin said. “Do you copy?” 

“I copy. Are you nerds in position or what?” 

“We’re in position. It’s all quiet here, so you’ve got the green light.” 

“Green light, Rodger that.” A grunt followed Erica’s words and shuffling. “Commence operation child endangerment.”

Sunshine sighed, feeling a pull of worry inside her chest, despite everyone’s reassurance that Erica would be fine. “Can we maybe not call it that?” she asked, but Erica ignored her request. 

“See you nerds on the other side.” 

Maybe Sunshine was not as good as a babysitter as she wanted to believe herself to have been. She was fairly certain that allowing a ten-year-old to crawl through air ducts was already frowned upon, let alone having her crawl through ones that led to a secret room that was full of God only knew what. If anything happened to Erica, that was on Sunshine, along with Steve and Robin but she felt the most responsible. 

In fear of something going wrong, Sunshine stayed focus on the ground with her hands clenched in firsts, ready to spring to action. Using her abilities in front of Robin or Erica was not ideal but she rather expose herself than have anyone get hurt. 

Next to her, Dustin knocked into her shoulder. “She’s got this,” he said with an overly confident smile. “And, you know, if there’s any trouble, then we commence operation daylight.” He had taken the liberty of coming up with a code name for Sunshine “busting out” her abilities to “save their asses” his words, not hers. 

“What’s operation daylight?” Robin asked, having been left out of that conversation.

Dustin’s eyes widened slightly, but he covered it by pulling his binoculars closer to his face as he muttered, “Don’t worry about it.”

Robin didn’t follow up with any questions, as Erica’s voice sounded from the walkie. “All right, I’m here.” 

“Do you see anything?” Dustin asked. 

“Yeah. I see those boxes you’re so excited about.” 

“Any guards?” asked Robin. 

“Negative.” 

“Boody traps?”

Erica scoffed. “If I could see them, they’d be pretty shit traps, wouldn’t they?” 

Robin rolled her eyes. “Thank you for that.” 

Erica went silent. Sunshine drummed her fingers anxiously along the ledge of the roof while they waited. A crash echoed through the quiet of night before the door of the secret room opened and out strolled Erica Sinclair. She stood in the glow of the building lights, hands on her hips, wearing elbow and knee pads, and a My Little Pony backpack on her shoulders. A relieved laugh of disbelief sounded from Sunshine. Fearless sister like fearless brother; she should have guessed. 

They all hurried off the roof and met Erica. It looked like any old storage room, lined with shelves full of boxes. A cart sat in the center of the room, with even more boxes, but ones specifically from Kaufman shoes and the Imperial Panda. The five of them moved to stand around the cart, all curious to see what was inside and what their whole mission had been about in the first place: what could a bunch of Russians be smuggling inside their mall?

Steve pulled out a small pocket knife that he stole from Scoops before he looked around the group and landed on Sunshine. “Ready?” he asked, receiving a reluctant nod from her but eager ones from everybody else. He sliced open the top of the box and pulled back the flaps, only to be met with another box. Only the box inside wasn’t made of cardboard but rather metal and it had a small handle on top.

“Well, that’s definitely not Chinese food,” Steve said, hesitantly wrapping his fingers around the handle. He stopped short of opening it, though. “Maybe you guys should stand back.” Robin and Erica did so immediately, Sunshine was too focused on what exactly was inside to move, and Dustin stared down Steve with pure defiance in his eyes. 

“No,” he said. 

Steve blew air from his nose. “Dude, just step back, okay?” 

But Dustin only shook his head. “Nope. If you die, I die.” He sounded pretty set on that sentiment, and Sunshine silently looked at Steve as if to tell him that she was on the same page as the kid. Of course, she didn’t necessarily think there was something inside the box that would kill them. 

Steve twisted the handle on the top of the metal contraption, causing it to hiss and let strange steam emerge from inside the box. The steam overflowed, disappearing before it hit the floor, as Steve lifted his arm out of the box to reveal what he uncovered. They all stared at it, even more confused than before. It was a glass cylinder that contained a neon green liquid that bubbled thickly. 

“What the hell?” Steve muttered. 

They all silently studied their odd discovery but had no time to ask any questions before the storage room groaned and shook slightly, startling them into a series of gasps. The doors shut, closing them inside. 

Sunshine’s heart rate spiked. “What was that?” she asked, looking around but there was nothing but them and the boxes inside the room. No one had moved from their spots to accidentally shut the doors. 

“Booby traps,” Erica whispered in response. 

Sunshine did not want to spend another second inside that room. “We should leave. Right now.” They needed to get their evidence to Hopper so that they would no longer be responsible for whatever was happening in their town; Sunshine was done being responsible for Hawkins. Monsters released because of the Lab’s malpractice was one thing, but she had nothing to do, no relation or connection with Russia. Someone else could be the hero. 

Everyone seemed to agree. Robin said, “Let’s grab that and go,” as she snatched the cylinder from Steve and headed right for the closed door, where Dustin stood at the panel on the wall. 

“Which one do I press, Erica?” he asked, already hitting them repeatedly with his thumb, but nothing was happening.

“‘Open door.’” 

“I am!” Dustin hit the button over and over, but the door wouldn’t open. Steve shoved Dustin aside and tried to his hand at pressing the button, but it still wasn’t working. 

Sunshine suddenly felt like the walls were much too close together, boxing her in tightly and uncomfortably. “Just open the door!” she snapped, panic rising in her voice. She didn’t like small spaces, rooms with seemingly no way out. She had spent too much time inside of them. 

The door refused to open, no matter how many times Dustin and Steve pressed the button. They stopped at the sound of metal clanging together which became a mechanical buzz before the entire room was launched into a free fall. 

The walls rattled and dropped with enough force to knock all of them off balance. Screams tore from all of their lips, piercing the hot air of the little room. Sunshine grabbed onto a toppling Erica, holding onto the smaller girl before she crashed into the boxes containing the green goo. Erica was quick to wrap her arms around Sunshine and muffle her startled screams into the fabric of Sunshine’s dress.

It felt like they fell for hours, sinking into oblivion, deeper and deeper, until the room finally came to a screeching halt. Sunshine lost her balance, sending herself and Erica to the ground. The girl’s elbow jabbed into Sunshine’s ribs as she broke Erica’s fall. A pained groan left her lips. Erica winced and rolled off of Sunshine, muttering a quiet ‘sorry.’ 

It took all of them a moment to collect themselves and stand to their feet. 

“Is everyone okay?” Robin asked, breathless and holding herself up against one of the walls. 

“Yeah, I’m great now that I know Russians can’t design elevators!” Steve yelled before he resumed his position in front of the panel, once again pressing the buttons that did nothing. Sunshine looked at the panel for a long moment before she realized there was a slot of a card to be swiped beside it. She felt her shoulders slump; they were in deep shit. 

“I think we established that those buttons don’t work,” sighed Robin. 

“They’re buttons, they have to do something!” Steve snapped back. 

“Keycard,” said Sunshine, her throat feeling tight with panic, but she tried not to think about the way she felt caged in. Her panicking wouldn’t solve anything, and she wasn’t back at the Lab, locked inside her bedroom or The Room. She was with her friends, and it was her responsibility to figure out how to get them out. “We can’t do anything or go anywhere without a keycard.” 

Keycards were how people moved about the Lab. She recalled the little cards dangling off the fabric of the scientist and doctors' shirts or white coats. 

“It’s an electronic lock.” Robin rubbed her temples. “It’s the same as the loading dock door. If we don’t have a keycard, it won’t operate. Which means we’re stuck in here.” 

Out of all of the outcomes Sunshine had run over in her head, getting locked inside a secret room that doubled as an elevator was not one of them. What made it even worse, was that they trapped Erica inside there with them, and she was not happy about their situation. 

“Just so you nerds are aware, I’m supposed to be spending the night and Tina’s, and she always covers for me, but if I’m not at Uncle Jack’s party tomorrow and my mom finds out you four are responsible, she’s gonna hut you down one by one and slit your throats!” 

Steve turned away from the inoperable panel of buttons, his face dusted red, and hands clenched in fists. “I don’t care about Tina or Uncle Jack’s party! Your mom’s not going to be able to find us if we’re dead in a Russian elevator!” 

The tension inside the much too small room rose, making it even harder to breathe. Sunshine’s hands were already shaky, and her lungs felt constricted as they struggled to get air. But she had to focus; she couldn’t freak out, no matter how much she wanted to. The three of them, Steve, Dustin, and herself had found themselves in worse situations and they had come out the other side. They could figure something out; they had to. 

“No one is dying,” she said, sternly. “We just need to figure another way out of here.” 

Dustin, who’d been uncharacteristically quiet, finally spoke in a rush of panicked words, looking directly at Sunshine. “Can’t you do something!?” 

Steve shot the kid a hard look. “What do you want her to do? Laser vision the damn door down?” 

“I don’t know!” 

“Use your head, Henderson!” 

“Enough!” Sunshine yelled, feeling her rush of emotions threaten to bubble over. They had no idea what or who was on the other side of the door, nor where they even were. Sunshine’s abilities were not made to melt through a solid metal door; they needed a more practical way out that wouldn’t deplete the energy she had in case they came upon someone she needed to fight to keep everyone safe. 

Sunshine scanned the elevator, trying to think on her feet. Her eyes landed on the ceiling, where a grate sat right over their heads. “What if we climbed out?” 

Without any further argument, Steve popped the grate upwards and slid it off, opening a way out of the elevator. He climbed out first before he offered his hand to Sunshine, helping her onto the top of the secret room. They gazed upwards and were met with an impossibly long elevator shaft that went up for at least half a mile with no way to reach the top except another elevator ride. 

“What were you saying about climbing?” 

…

Hours passed, stuck inside the stupid elevator and they were no closer to finding a way out. 

Erica fell asleep first, curled up in the corner using her backpack as a pillow. Dustin knocked out second. He had tried to stay awake, forcing his eyes open and biting back yawns to try to help them come up with a plan, but Sunshine had convinced him to get some shut-eye with the argument that he’d be more help well-rested. Then Robin dozed off in the middle of a sentence, slumped against the wall in a way that would certainly leave her with a knot in her neck. 

That left Steve and Sunshine, seated closely beside each other, out of ideas for escape. 

“What do you think the odds are that the Russians are actually super cool and just let us head home after they find us?” Steve asked. 

Sunshine pursed her lips like she was actually thinking about it for a moment. “I don’t think those odds are good.” 

He sighed. “Yeah.” He gazed at his watch, realizing it was well into the early morning hours. They had no idea how long they’d be stuck down there until someone came looking for them, or until the Russians found them. Since it was past midnight, the Fourth of July had unofficially started. Instead of happily sleeping in his home and gearing up for the holiday, he was stuck underground in a Russian elevator which felt unpatriotic. 

“I think we’re going to miss our date tomorrow,” he said, gazing at her sadly. He should have figured something like that would happen to them. Was there a word stronger than ‘shit luck’ because if there was, he had it. 

After the night prior, when he showed up rain-soaked at Sunshine’s window after she called him, Steve just wanted to do something to take her mind off of everything that was troubling her, on top of confessing how he felt about her. He wanted the two of them to have one normal night in which they could be normal teenagers, freed from worries and nightmares, having fun with everyone else in Hawkins. But that wasn’t going to happen anymore because the universe hated Steve Harrington, apparently. 

He still couldn’t shake the sound of her voice cracking over the phone or the tears that streamed down her face. It all made his heart twist, and he wanted to make her forget about her troubles, even if only for a few hours. That was all he had wanted to do since they sat in the hospital hallway the night they found Will and thought they lost El. It was something, thinking back, Steve had tried to do since they were little kids, and completely obvious to just how fucked up the world was. 

A persistent heaviness hung with him since he learned, somewhat, of what happened to Sunshine’s other sister inside the Lab, Ivy. He knew she was important to Sunshine in more ways than he could probably understand. From the short conversations he had with Sunshine about what happened inside that awful place, he was painted a gruesome image. Kids, little kids all taken from their families, either lived being experimented on or they were killed. It filled Steve with a sick sort of rage to think that something so horrible had been happening right under their noses for countless years and no one ever did anything. He’d never know everything her or her siblings went through, but all of that fear and horror that swam in Sunshine’s eyes the night they re-met or when they sat in the yard of the Lab last fall told him all he needed to know. It wasn’t fair. 

And despite everything, Sunshine was still bright and wonderful. She was caring and kind when no one would’ve blamed her for not being. And God, Steve liked her so much it drove him insane. He had finally worked up the nerve to ask her out only for them to find themselves trapped inside a fucking Russian elevator, of all places. 

“It’s starting to look that way, huh?” Sunshine signed. 

“If we make it out of here, I’ll make it up to you,” he promised. 

“When we make it out of here,” she corrected. Steve smiled softly, absentmindedly rubbing his thumb along his wrist. “How’s your hand?” 

Steve twisted around his wrist. It didn’t hurt much anymore, and the bruise was already fading like it had never happened at all. “Almost as good as new.” He hesitated for a moment, thinking back to their conversation when Sunshine saw right through his lies about how he hurt his wrist in the first place. “The other day when you said you understood when I was telling you about my dad, you were talking about that place, weren’t you? You were talking about the Lab.” He didn’t want to upset her with his question, but he wanted to understand just a little bit more. 

“Yes,” Sunshine whispered, casting her gaze downwards onto her lap. “I know it’s different, but that still doesn’t mean he has the right to hurt you. No one does.” 

He shrugged, probably a bit too casually. “I don’t know. I kind of brought it onto myself.” It was his fault for egging his dad on instead of just silently agreeing to whatever bullshit the man spit in his direction. He made his dad angry knowing what he’d do. 

“What do you mean?” 

“My dad just doesn’t get it. He thinks I’m this lazy and ungrateful kid. He thinks that I don’t care about my future or how people see our family. And when we were arguing I wanted to throw the truth in his face so bad. I wanted to feel bad.” A dry, humorless laugh left his lips. “But that’s the thing. Even if my dad knew the truth about everything, what we’ve done and seen, I still don’t think he’d see me as anything more than a screw-up.”

Sunshine sat up a little straighter, her hand reaching for his arm and squeezing it lightly. “You are not a screw-up, Steve.” There it was again, that intensity that glittered in her golden-brown eyes that made him squirm. “If it weren’t for you, I don’t know if any of us would be here right now.” He doubted that. Sometimes he felt like more trouble than he was worth. 

“If it weren’t for me, none of us would be stuck in here,” he said. “I should have listened to you. We should have taken this whole thing straight to Hopper. Now…Now I don’t know what’s going to happen.” How long would it take for someone to realize they were gone? How long would it take anyone to figure out where they were and how to get them out?

“We’ll figure it out. We always do,” she said. “It’s like the junkyard last year, right? We follow the same rules and hopefully, by the end of the night, we’re back home and everyone’s safe and sound.” 

“Same rules,” Steve repeated with a nod, looking across the elevator to the three sleeping figures. “Keep them safe and try not to die in the process.”

A small smile tugged on the corner of Sunshine’s lips as she leaned against his shoulder, looking as tired as he felt. “And try not to get beat up in the process.” 

Steve playfully rolled his eyes. “I can’t make any promises with that one. I’m just too pretty, it’s distracting.” 

“Yeah,” she hummed. “A little.” 

“Wait, what?” 

She quickly cleared her throat and said, “We should probably get some sleep before we have to meet some Russians.” 

They both began to doze off, but Steve’s mind was too alive to fall asleep. He listened to the steady breathing of the four others stuck with him and repeated Sunshine’s words in his head. Keep everyone safe and don’t die. That’s all he had to do.

Steve woke up the opposite of well-rested to the droning sound of Dustin’s voice coming from above. Everyone else had also been woken up by Dustin, all disappointed that the events from the night hadn’t been just a bad dream. 

Climbing out of the room and onto the top of the elevator, Steve joined Dustin with a huff as the kid continued to repeat the same message over and over again. “This is a code red. I repeat, a code red. Does anyone copy? We’re innocent children and we are trapped under Starcourt Mall. The Red Army has infiltrated Hawkins and if we are found, they will torture and kill us.” That was just what Steve wanted to hear directly after waking up. 

“Take it easy on that thing. You’re going to drain the battery,” he said. 

“The mall just opened,” Dustin said. 

“So?” 

“So, someone could be in range.” 

“Do you think Petey the mall cop is going to rappel down here and save the day?” If they were going to get out, it was up to them. 

“Why are you such a cranky pants after getting to spend the night with Sunshine?” 

“Shh!” Steve snapped, glaring at Dustin, who only wiggled his eyebrows in return. 

“I heard you guys talking all night.” 

Steve looked around the elevator shaft again, seeing if there was something they may have overlooked, but there was nothing. The only way out was through the door with a keycard they didn’t possess. Maybe he should have tried to take out the guard then at least they have the card to let them out or take them back up the surface. He could survive another black eye or broken nose, probably not a gunshot, though. He was tough but not invincible. 

“We were trying to figure a way out while you guys were sleeping.” 

Dustin’s expression shifted slightly as he started to fiddle with his walkie. “And, uh, I heard you guys talking about your date…that was supposed to be tonight.” 

“There’s not going to be a date period, if we can’t find a way out of here,” Steve said, trying to shrug off his disappointment. He was upset, sure, but he had to stay focused on one thing at a time. When they found their way out, he’d make it up to her just as he promised. 

“You also mentioned something about your dad,” Dustin said, finally catching Steve’s full attention. “What did he do?” 

Steve shook his head sharply, not wanting to drag Dustin into his weird parental issues. “Nothing, Dustin.” He didn’t mean for his words to come out with a harsh edge and immediately corrected himself. “Sorry," he sighed. "I just want us to get the hell out of here. That’s why I’m all cranky, all right?”

“Okay.” Dustin shoved his walkie back into his backpack before he said, “We will. Find a way out, I mean. We-” He was cut off by Robin’s head popping through the opening, meeting them with frantic eyes. 

“We’ve got company!” 

A mechanical noise rose steadily, which Steve assumed meant someone was coming. Robin climbed out onto the top of the elevator before helping Erica, who was then followed by Sunshine. Steve quickly placed the grate back over the opening and all five of them crouched in tense silence, listening to the noise coming closer and closer until it was upon them. The click of the door opening filled his ears, followed by two voices speaking in Russian. 

Steve needed to think fast. He looked over the group, looking for a plan to strike him, and it did as soon as he saw Erica had grabbed one of the cylinders of green goo before she climbed up there. He snatched it from her hands and listened closely for the sound of Russian to fade away. Once he was positive that the people below were gone, he worked faster than he was sure he had ever before. He pulled back the grate, jumped down back into the elevator just as the door was halfway closed. Before it reached the bottom, locking them inside for a second time, he placed the green goo container on the floor under the closing door, leaving a small slit that was just big enough for them to crawl through. 

“Come on!” he called to the group. Erica slid out first before Dustin dove after her. Little fractures started to form along the glass, telling them their time was almost out. Robin quickly crawled through next and once she was out, she hastily latched onto Sunshine’s arm and all but dragged her out. As the glass was seconds away from shattering, Steve scurried out, holding his breath and praying the door wouldn’t close on his legs. His foot was less than a centimeter away from the door when the cylinder broke, and the door clamped shut with an echoey clank. The green goo spilled out onto the floor, melting it instantly and with terrifying ease, smoking as it did so. 

Robin looked at Erica pointedly. “You still want to drink that?” The younger girl glared back at her. 

Dustin was the first to turn around and see where the elevator had taken them. “Holy mother of God,” he muttered, leading everyone to follow his gaze. In front of them was a single hallway that looked to stretch on for what looked like miles in only one direction.

Steve felt a terrible absurdity overtake him as he, once again, found himself in an indescribable situation. “I hope you guys are in good shape,” he said, patting Dustin on the shoulder. “I’m looking at you, roast beef.” 

Tag List. @sattlersquarry , @leptitlu , @drunkengodsofslaughter

[lilismoonhouse]

Girl growing up

I've grown a little bit old My boody and boobs have changed, you know But I still kinda fell the same

I go out in the same clothes That I would wear five years ago But now there're different eyes on me

Do they love me? Do they hate me? I don't know, but I know That I'm arguing with my parents a lot

Do they love me? do they hate me? I don't know that And neither how I feel

They say I look sweet But I doon't know what that means I'm feeling unconfortable I don't know what's going on But I know somethings has changed

When I wanted their love they called me wierd Now they're begging my attention Looking like a creep Oh, I feel something wrong here Some adults say that those boys Couldn't handle such a mature young lady like me I don't know how I should feel

Do they love me? do they hate me? I don't know but they're calling me cute names

Do they love me? Do they hate me? I think maybe they're not such nice guy anymore

They're trying to touch my skin And I don't want to sound mean I'm feeling unconfortable I don't know what's going on Some people say that I'm just seeing things

- Lili (me ;) )

[cinamun]

Stink boody Omar give me this vibe that he's so arrogant he would go to school on Monday and try to talk Dira black eye and all like DJ didn't just beat the brakes off of him for hurting his sister. I also wanted to know was the Omar the Kid DJ fought when he was a kid

I remembered the kid had starter locs. If it was him he should have known better.

The minute DJ hit that stance like his father. Shits about to get real.

THE DARREN STANCE!!! And sis I swear I love you forever because in my brain the whole reason Omar has locs is because he was THAT little boy. Which is why DJ brought up the fact that he STILL CAN'T BLOCK! I LOVE IT WHEN Y'ALL DO THAT ISTG!!!!

You're not supposed to block punches with your FACE!

Also just a word of caution that whenever you see a Drake put their hands in their pockets, lean back a little and put their feet firmly shoulder width apart... RUN AWAY! lmfaooooooooo

[mondstaub1]

Hotd fic (Alicent gets destroyed)

When Rhaenyra and her children come to Kingslanding for Aegon and Helaenas wedding, Luke and Jace try to ignore the typical comments but when Alicent starts targeting Joffrey, they snap. No one, not even the boody green queen is allowed to go after THEIR BROTHER. So they plot how to distroy her. Lucily for them they are the sweet princes who are always friendly to the servents and Alicent is a holyer then tho queen who doesn't stop her son from assalting the servents. Said servents are so done with the greens shit, especially Aegon and Otto and want their princess and her sweet boys back. So a few of the servents go to them and tip them of about Alicent afair with Larys Strong. The boys can barely belive their luck, all the need to do know is expose her, which would also would distroy the credibility of the grees , which is a nice bonus. So they work with the servents so the next time Larys visits Alicent rooms they tip the kids of. Hiding their evil grins the sneak into a secrit corridor and spy on Alicent. What they see makes Jace cover Lukes eyes. Step one complet.

Then the need a widness, someone whose word holds enough wait to accuse the queen without getting killed for it. So sweet little Luke runs out to get the commander of the kingsguard. With big scared eyes he says that he saw a strange man sneeck into the queens champers. So he leads the man to the secret door, which confused the guard but once he saw what was happening he arrested Larys right there by walking into the room, catching them. Step two complet.

Step three: sit back and enjoy the Show as all hell breaks loose.

Daemon was so proud

[namnammunchmunch]

It's gonna be basic af, the Rocky horror picture show, specifically the moment they understand it's not turkey on the dinner table and Dr frank'n further cooked the Eddie guy, and that he was cutting into his thigh with his fancy little mini saw, and not into a turkey. Damn is that boy thick btw. Feeding him to his guests, including the boy's uncle, while said uncle is complaining about his nephew disappearing (and high-key shit talking him). And they make this face as frank pulls the tablecloth, and it's a clear coffin with Eddie's bloody boodie in it. Sorry I just thought a lot about how people like to compare Eddie to frank, when there's a rocker guy named Eddie with a battle vest in this movie, with a storyline Eddie would feel biased about :')

what scary movie has them acting like this? wrong answers only

[superbpoetrytheorist01]

THESE PAST FEW MONTHS I'VE BEEN ASKING QUESTIONS (!!!)

SO! Mfn, there were 2 little boys and this lady mfn being in my apartment after the Bitchems' Squad debacle. One night at the height of (1 COUNT 'EM ONEEE!) Me telling him I'll lmao post his ass to FB if he keep on effing playing with me. You know, the ujje. No draegs, no itty bitty twiddy dollar bills, no donuts because he takes the WHOLE MFn BOX BACK after a few hours. Fn f.

The lil boys was having a REAL FUN TIME looking at all the shit I had on the shelf and how cool my apartment was. Lol lame as-f. The real lil pleb was holding the big bulbous torch I got from a nazi bitch that likes to drive around but likes to not get any sex if he wants to try and control me. Bitch YOU? (I'm not even gonna say bitch me out. Bitch YOU?)

They haven't even seen the name brand torches I was starting a collection with... lol another bitch tried to steal my Bayek torch light, I posted it on FB next he could suddenly be found mfn stalker was cowering to the words "It's on in heaven or in hell, forever." Thinking I'll forget or be nice. [Hood coward.]

Fuckin bitch liked me too much.

Anyways...

ONE NIGHT. JMan, Rudeahh Booty Boy, and Titus the litti bitti boodyguard come to my door with the keys they somehow have for it. Either they copied them or stole them, but either way they buh bumped the door and I've FOREVER AND A DAY been trying to understand why THREE TF THREE people don't just barge their way in. I'm on the line, the door crack, tryna offer him a "Cardi deal" (from the business lady getting plays and ways down to the Caribbean niggas) TO: TWOOO: Go away forever without getting arrested, letting me sleep for tonight. They coulda actually met me outside later. But they kept fucking playing with me. Little kittens. Stupid bitches. My boody guard was cool tho. after a while, and this is what I didn't say: Y'all. This is what tripped me up:

[They were afraid of the knife.]

After getting tired of me not wanting to have the ugliness of violence and the tediousness of the explanation phase be upon me, to make the whole thing not on me,

when they separated from the middle of the hallway to apparently gang up on Titus, and they were stepping in ballerina counts towards Titus,

[DISOBEYING ME] when I told them to desist.

and right now I gotta mention they were buh bumping the door mfn at least every minute or few minutes.

Before they got to the middle of the hallway, which was my door, I tossed the knife to Titus cause I knew she could handle herself if it came down to protecting herself. AND in the best way. It should've been fun to get them legally. Fuckin retards.

GUESS WHAT HAPPENS NEXT.

THE FUCKING KNIFE.

[Goes in and out from under the door.]

GUESS WHO FUCKING IS DOING IT.

LMAO

TITUSSSS LMAO

WTF?

I go WTF.

So are they or aren't they saying open the door anymore?

Bitch...when I tell you...

Bitch.

YESSSSS (mf!)

THEY ARE: still

KEYWORD: STILL

MF

telling me to open the door, but I guess this time it's cause she'll get hurt... same same but DIF-FER-ENT!

MFS REALLY WANTED ME TO CALL THE POLICE.

Idk if they knew that the phone Titus had was sitting there ON in the fucking kitchen next to the door, or if they were gonna wait until ( ... )

No, you get it. Bitch ass bitches really got away without me saying the world to them, or making them do sexual acts. Yeah, that sounds bad, maybe I would've told them to do it as rent or go away.

PEOPLE MAKE ME SO MAD WHEN I HAVE THE MONEY FOR THINGS, BUT CAN'T GET IT BECAUSE THEY'RE LYING.

They came through with some crushed up that Titus sneezy wondered her arm to while ALL OF ITTTT was sitting on my phone. Oh yeah, the retards stole my phone and tablet. They better not have given it to my stalker.

[Retards were probably there for that.]

CONTROL ME?

Hashtag you're not doing it right, retard.

[I just remembered that part about how I had the knife first a few days ago.]

I knew something was retarded cause if ALL I HAVE TO DO is press a few numbers, tell them what happened, wait for the (metaphorical or not) mess to be cleaned up, mfn go on about my day, then NAWWW- lemme deel wit sum retards.

-- This was a story, "better than drugs".

[missmarrypotter]

Sooooo .. after denying it does even exist in the first place - i'm currently rewatching OnePieceLA.

So here is my conclusion.

OPLA spoilers ahead - don't read if you didn't had the chance to watch it yet ❤️

first things first - i know and love the anime .. well the manga more than the anime but i think the point is clear, i was very biased and had little to no hope.

🩵 i recognized everyone! no second thoughts needed. The details put in the designes of the characters is insane. Those outfits are so accurate!! (like honestly that's what i expected from Winx saga but oh boy ..)

🩵 yes the outfits beeing that great helped with feeling like it's not just a poor excuse of an adaption but also the cast!! Amazing. i don't agree with every single one but it would be a miracle if that was the case so - i'm rather celebrating the ones i love than cry about like 3 characters i disagree with.!

🩵 realistic representation of the characters bodys and age.! One Piece for many people is just known for Big Boody girls and Beefcake Daddy's but - 1. the characters did not always look like that and .. 2. ... how were they supposed to put that into LA?. I mean they can't just cast The Rock and Emily Ratajkowski to body double everyone.

Tbh i also thought when i saw smokers back : omg he is way too slim, he needs to be twice as broad but that's just not very realistic 😅😅

The man are realistcally fit in my opinion and the girls also have very realistic body types, thanks for that!!

and the honestly best thing is that Mihawk is just like the most flawless Person on earth and Shanks looks like the Dude from next Door, cause that's what is the thing about shanks! He is one of the strongest People in OP but he does not act or look like it 🤣

🩵 the story line. No. it's not exactly the same but it is works!! they changed things and speed up things but in good way! and the easter eggs are so lovable!!!!

🩵 the accents. Well .. tbh i first watched it in german dub and they used the same voice actors as in the anime so everyone felt sooo familiar and i was so happy 🥰 but i also switched to hear what the actors voices sound like and .. i'm very fine with them. And i don't mind the accents either but i understand that it could be a no for some people.. but i'm that kind of person that finds everything in a thick british or scottish accent better soo ..

🩵 the overall OP world. They nailed it. The cast and the outfits would have not been enough to make it feel lile one piece if everything around would've looked like it was our world. But they put so much efford into every single location 😭😭😭😭😭 The ships!! .. i cried first time i saw the flying Lamp because (going Merry) .. she is perfect! my Baby is made with so much love it's unreal .. oh and every other ship too 🤣

🩵 the acting - is so on point. nothing more to say.

🩵 the. thing. with. the. bounties.!! whoever had that idea - give him a raise!

🩵 CGI. So good. is it flawless? no. But it's really good .. which i was a little afraid of because it obviously is needed very much in a show like that and if something important like that sucks - it kinda pulls everything down with it.

🩵 there is much more to ramble about but that's the last one - they made character alterations but in a good way. Buggy is kinda funny and laughable in the anime at least in the beginning and yeah - he had funny moments in OPLA as well but they gave him a much darker abroach here and ... woah. It's amazing!!!! the acting .. is so phenomenal. and he has so Gorgeous eyes ..

Sanji was never my fave in the anime - too pervy and simpy. The thing i liked was the bantering between him and Zorro though. In the LA he is different. He is very kind and gentlemanlike with a hint of womanizer underneath but not in a cringe way. Don't like the hair though.

And Helmeppo .. didn't really like him in the anime even after his "glow up" .. but now the glow up happens in a short amount of time and i looove it. And he is good for a laugh, in the anime he was just good for eyerolls for me 🤷‍♀️

it's not flawless but still fucking amazing!

i will gladly continue to watch even though i feel like it will get much harder to represent the following stations of their journey as good as they did till now. But i'm curious about how they will handle it :)))

[onlymexsarah]

Promise pt. 5 || Kaz Brekker

Summary: When the life of Kaz is threated by her presence, she had to make a crucial decision that will bring misunderstanding among the two of them. Now that he has his Fire Girl, will he be able to keep her, or Dirtyhand will mess everything up?

Pairing: Kaz Brekker x grisha!Reader

Warning: angst, Kaz being Dirtyhands for ten minutes straigh, spoiler of Six of Crows, my english.

A/N: Thank all of you for the comments, the likes and the shares. I didn't expected that this little idea would have captured your attention, really you made my writing more enjoyable and easy. I'm so sorry if I'm late but I've been sick these days and I couldn't finish the chapter :( there are a lot of things that I want to tell you, see you at the end of the chapter ;)

PT. 1 - PT. 2 - PT. 3 - PT. 4

MAIN MASTERLIST

Few days passed with the girl lying on her bed recovering from the wound that the fight gave her.

When she opened her eyes after have fainted in Kaz's arms, fear had been the first to come to visit her. Fear of being already tied at some bed on a ship, sold at the Shu that would have been more than happy to make experiment on her. She was scared that the temptation must have been too much for Kaz Brekker to have such a value grisha in his hands, but then she noticed she was in her room at the Slat and a rush of tiredness hit her making her sleep again.

The other times she opened her eyes someone among Jesper, Inej and Wylan was always at her side, changing the bandage and bringing her food.

Inej told her that her father, Jan Van Eck, was now aware that she was part of the Dregs, and she was under Kaz Brekker's protection. Everyone was aware she was a grisha, but neither Jesper and Inej seemed to mind her lie, maybe because they had secrets too, she though.

A morning a letter came for Kaz, a letter from her father.

Mister Brekker

we never had the occasion to meet, and you'll agree with me when I say that I wish to keep things like this. Voice is spread that you have my beloved daughter with you. I hope you understand that she is a danger for this city. I've sent her away many years ago with the only interest of protecting Kerch from her, but I see that I could have done things in a better way.

It is as a father that I ask you to bring her to me so that I can repair my mistakes. She is a danger for all of us if not under control, Mister Brekker, and I am sure you saw it yourself last night. She has to face a trial for her crimes and be sent where she can't be a danger for anyone anymore. If she doesn't come back in seven days, I should consider you and your Dregs as her accomplices, planning to attack Ketterdam and all Kerch using her power.

Surely a smart men as yourself doesn't want those kind of problems.

Hope to see my city safe again,

Jan Van Eck.

Inej had brough the letter at her in the afternoon, and in the evening the grisha girl was already planning her escaping from Ketterdam for the third time in her life.

She didn't want to leave Wylan, hell she had promised him they wouldn't split up ever again, but if her plan worked then he would have been able to follow her after few months. If the Van Eck siblings moved together they would have caught too much attention, and they had to do everything in secrets.

Wylan tried to convince her to stay. He was sure that Kaz would have helped her, Wylan was sure that Kaz Brekker would have sealed all Ketterdam to keep her save, and even if as her brother he didn't like her closeness with the Bastard of the Barrel, he couldn't deny that it was useful.

"I'm putting all of you in danger just staying here. If I go away father will have nothing to threat you with." she said putting her clothes in her bags. Seven days, she couldn't give her father the time to close all the harbours in Kerch. If she wanted to go she had to do it as soon as possible.

"Talk to Kaz! Let see what he says, please." begged Wylan grabbing her hands in his to stop her.

She looked in his beautiful blue eyes and saw hope. "You really think Kaz has the power to keep me here?"

Her brother smirked. "I think Kaz would tear apart this city to keep you save. Talk to him, keep your options open."

Dirtyhands would never fight a battle where he couldn't win money, but Y/n was willing to try. That night after dinner she decided she would speak with Kaz and see if he was willing to keep her.

"Let see what the great Kaz Brekker think about it." she sighed putting her arm around Wylan's shoulder and walking downstair where their dinner waited them.

Kaz Brekker sat in his office, in his gloved hands the red handkerchief and Jan Van Eck's letter. Before that morning the death of Van Eck had been one of the many he wanted to deal with for what he had done to his Fire Girl, but now his death had taken a shape, colours and many details that Kaz's was adding one by one.

Brick by brick, Kaz would take all his enemies down, and Y/n was more than welcome to take her revenger with him.

He went downstair at the second floor walking toward Y/n's room. He wanted to check how she was, and speak with her about how she wanted to deal with her father. He didn't know if she wanted his actual death, but he was just fine with torture.

When he reached the door and looked inside his blood froze. All her things were packed in three bags, all her clothes were gone from her wardrobe and none of her objects were around the room. Neither the little portrait of she and baby Wylan that she kept on her bedside table before falling asleep.

She is leaving you.

These words felt like a stab in his chest, like someone had taken the oxigen from his lungs. Would she, leave him? Yes. Y/n would find a better life everywhere out Kerch, it was reasonable that she was already packing. When she wanted to leave? Where she wanted to go?

He knew nothing about it and Kaz Brekker always knew everything. Especially of what happened in his Slat. But this time the girl was leaving him, again, and she hadn't had talked with him about it. She hadn't advised him. Did you really think she was going to live this life just for you? For a man who can't even hold her hands without hyperventilate? A man who can't give her the love she deserve?

The fear he saw in her eyes when she saved his life with her power wasn't because she was feared of his rejection; she feared that he would have send her out of the Dregs, without protection and away from her brother.

He stormed back in his office, anger filled his boody and what else? Disappointment? Sadness? He was angry with himself because he had been a fool again. He had let someone playing with him again, that's what Y/n had been doing. She had been toying with him. She had made sure to have a safe place where live, a job and her brother beside her. Every little nice things she did for him was just to keep him close, to keep Dirtyhands at bay.

Like a fury he threw everything that was on his desk on the floor with his arms. Documents, the handkerchief, the letters, were all on the floor but he couldn't care less. She wanted to leave? Fine. Dirtyhands didn't care.

A known shiver crossed his spine before he heard a knock at his door.

"What?" he didn't look up when the girl entered, too focus on something in the drawers of his desk.

"Wow, and I though to be the one who had a bad day." she joked looking the mess at his feet.

He didn't smile, or smirked. He kept his eyes on something she coudn't see. "What bussiness?"

What bussiness. Those words were the greeting in Ketterdam when two bussiness men met, but the grisha girl though that she and Kaz had passed that step. He must had really a bad day, and it could have been because of the letter...she though sadly.

Who knew what other problems her father had caused around Ketterdam to earn the attention of Kaz, to push him to hand her in his hands.

"My father...I don't want any of you to be in danger because of me." she said carefully walking closer to his desk. A glimp of red captured her eyes but the pain at her waist made her close her eyes for a second.

"I'd say it's too late for it, isn't it?" he asked coldly. She took a step behind, taken back by his coldness toward her. "You seemed to enoy keeping secrets, didn't you? Do you know how easier it would have been knowing about your being grisha months ago?"

That wasn't the boy who had brough her in his arms out from the gala. He wasn't the boy who fought beside her, spied beside her and saved her a couple of time.

"I am sorry, I truly am Kaz. But I know what is the price of being a grisha here...it wouldn't have been easy for me walking with a target on my back. I have done it my whole life."

He refused to look her in the eyes, and it was driving her crazy. Was he really that mad at her that he couldn't bare even the sight of her?

"You decided for yourself, a thing you tend to do often I see." she was sure he had never spoken to her like that, neither in his bad days, and Kaz Brekker had a lot of bad days. "You swore loyalty to the Dregs, to the Crows. If you can't trust us then you shouldn't stay here."

He had said the crucial words, and there was no going back. She wanted to leave, then he would make sure to let her believe that he didn't care. That he didn't care about not finding his hot coffee on his desk again, or that from that day on he wouldn't feel the shivers in his spine anymore. He pretended to not care about not seeing her anymore. She had left him once, he could survive it a second time.

"That's it? That's what you want?" she felt her voice dying in her throat. Was her mistake that big? You knew that once Kaz knew what you were he would have pushed you away like everyone else. 'No one will understand you as the other of your kind', Baghra once told her, but when she met Kaz she believed that her old teacher was wrong. Kaz Brekker had been her safe harbour when no one else would care about her, was she so easily replaceable for him?

"You would have leave anyway at some point, you said it yourself the first time we met at the Club. Today, tomorrow, in five years...I don't see the difference." he shrugged like he didn't care.

He doesn't, her mind reminded her.

"Alright then...I don't want to be of any trouble to you anymore..." she whispered with her hands behind her back. She hated how little she felt, but he was sendind her away. Kaz Brekker, the boy she'd die for. The boy who had let her felt hope again after years, the boy who made her laugh even when he surely didn't mean it. The boy in who she was willing to put the most important years of her long life, that boy was sending her away without looking back.

"Then go." he said fixing his eyes in hers. She could feel the sharpness of his eyes cutting her chest.

"Fine, then I'll just-" she stopped talking when her eyes landed on the red thing she had seen before. A red handkerchief. Her feet moved on their own will. Before she could register what was happening she had the red handkerchief in her hands, her eyes fixed on the three letters on it. W. V. E.

"Y/n don't-" Kaz stood up trying to stop her but it was too late.

"Why do you have my brother's hand-" she was confused, but then her eyes raised to the boy in front of her. His brown eyes, his dark hair and pale skin, and in a second her mind brough her a memory.

The little boy smiled standing before her. He was at the same height of her belly, but his eyes seemed older.

"I have still things to do, and people I need to find. " the last words said with rage.

"Take care of yourself, boy. Don't let the bad days winning your good ones, there is always light at the end of a tunnel; you only have to walk a little more."

And then another.

"What is you name little boy?"

"K-..." he stopped for a long moment thinking about it. He looked the girl beside him and even if he wanted to trust her he just couldn't after what happened. "Jordie..."

"J-Jordie?" she asked, her voice trembling. "I-...You are not him, aren't you?" he stayed silent, looking her like a statue. "You would have told me if you were him...Kaz you are not the little boy I met eight years ago, right?!"

Her voice raised squeezing the handkerchief in her right fit.

She saw him gulped before answering slowly. "Yes, I am."

She took two huge steps back breathing eavily. He had known me all along. "Why you've never said anything? That day when you approached me, you knew who I was and you offered me a...job..."

"Can you keep a secret?" she asked touching his shoulder with her own. The boy, whose name wasn't obviously Jordie, nodded looking her curiously. She smirked bringin her left hand on her right one and rotating them slowly. A flame came out from her right palm, little but still powerful; red and orange like the handkerchief she had given him before.

The boy's eyes shone marveled looking the flame on her palm. "You are a grisha!"

The truth hit her hard. She raised her eyes in his letting him see the betrayal. "You had always knew what I was. That's why you gave me the job...you didn't care that I was new, you didn't care that I was the girl you met when you was a child. You wanted an Inferni to work for you!"

Every words, every attention, every talk they shared were all lies. Nothing of what he said was true, Kaz Brekker didn't need a reason, he didn't need a reason to give a job to a girl new in town, but it was clear that Kaz Brekker always had a reason. She had been only too foolish to not understand everything before.

She thought she was good to keep a secret, but something like her power couldn't pass unnoticed to Kaz Brekker. She had been a fool to believe he didn't know about her power. It was the only reason he kept her in the Dregs since the beginning.

"An inferni would have been very useful, but you have proved to know how to do your job perfectly without your power. Now, if you want to go you are free to do so. Nothing bind you here." he said, his voice cold as death.

You bound me here, she wanted to shout. But it had been Kaz's plan all along. Making her believe she was different, making her believe he saw her.

"Nothing." she repeated before walking away from his office, leaving the boy alone with the loudly silent that filled the room, staring at the handkerchief that she let fall on the ground, the only thing that had always bound them.

***

The next morning Kaz woke up and knew immediately that something was wrong. He took his cane and walked downstairs to the kitchen where he heard people talking out loud.

"I swear Jesper, when I see him I-" Wylan stop talking in the exact moment Kaz stepped in the room. The red haired boy fixed his eyes on him and before he could understand what was happening Wylan was yelling at him with all the rage he felt. "How dare you coming here like nothing happened!?"

Jesper had to put his arms around Wylan's torso to keep him from throwing himself on Kaz. "Last time I checked this was my Slat."

"And you find amusing sending people away, don't you?" Wylan spoke spitting venom from his mouth. "She needed help and you turned your back at her!"

Now Kaz needed few minutes to make his brain, still sleepy, working to connect the dots. It was clear that Wylan was talking about his sister, who seemed to have played the victim with her own brother.

"If you want to know, merchling, she decided her will herself. She came to me to let me know she was leaving." Kaz shrugged walking toward coffee machine. He didn't have the strengh to face an angry boy if he wasn't properly awake.

"As hell she did. She came to ask you what to do and you sent her away." Kaz let his words running in his head for a while, studying them one by one.

He didn't..."When she came in my office she had already decided." he refused to tell them he had seen her bags ready in her room, he refused to let someone know he cared.

"No Kaz, she didn't." This time Inej spoke, he hadn't even noticed she was there. "She wanted to leave to protect you from her father, but Wylan convinced her to slow down and come to you to ask what to do."

No, no, it was not possible. "When she came in your office she hadn't decided yet. You gave her the answer, Kaz." Jesper spoke keeping his hands on Wylan's shoulders, who now was sat on a chair with his face in his hands.

I would have noticed if she was asking me what to do. She had her bags ready...she came to me to tell me...his thoughs were running wild inside his head.

"That's it? That's what you want?"

Kaz tried to put his thoughs together. He tried to find a logic of what had happened the night before.

"You had always knew what I was. That's why you gave me the job...you didn't care that I was new, you didn't care that I was the girl you met when you was a child. You wanted an Inferni to work for you!"

No, no, no. Everything was so wrong again. He though she was going to leave him and he had let her believe that he had used her all this time. He though she was leaving him...that was the only thing he had needed to loose his mind.

"You didn't know..." whispered Inej surprised.

Kaz couldn't trust his voice enough to not break in front of everyone so he just shoke his head slowly looking the Suli girl in the eyes.

"What have you done..."murmured Jesper rubbing his eyes with his hand. "Alright, if you hurry you should arrive before the schooner leaves."

"Fifth harbour?" Kaz asked with raspy voice.

"Yes! Go!" said the Zemeni boy excited. "I love a dramatic romance."

He didn't let him repeated twice, ready to run if he had to he walked toward the door when Wylan's voice stopped him.

"Brekker, bring her back." Please, was the word the boy let unspoken.

He nodded before running toward the harbour. He took just his cloat at the door, leaving his hat behind. He couldn't let her leave again. He had to arrive in time, and if he didn't he would have swim until he'd found himself on the schooner and ask sorry to her for his infinity dullness.

"Alright then...I don't want to be of any trouble to you anymore..."

She wasn't a trouble, he wanted to shout in the air. She had never been a trouble, he was the wrong one. He was the twisted, crooked, problematic who couldn't stop himself from hurt her everytime.

"My father...I don't want any of you to be in danger because of me."

Even when she was the one in danger, she would think about him first. He didn't see it last night, too focused on accusing her of betrayal. Betrayal of what? She hadn't broken any vows she made. She wasn't bind to him, she own him nothing and surely Ketterdam did nothing to earn her protection.

Since the first day she had stayed on her own will, she had stayed beside him even when he pushed everyone away. That's what got under his skin, her perseverence. She kept fighting for him, she kept seeing good in him and the only thing he had been capable of was making her feel used and unwanted.

He saw the harbour and he barely noticed that he hadn't used his cane. It would have just slowed me, he thought already searching his girl with the eyes.

He owed her an explanation, he owed her a lot of apologies, and then she would decide if she wanted to stay. Kaz swore to everyone who was listening that if Y/n chose to stay in Ketterdam with him, he would have made sure to be worth her choice. He would fight everyday to go trought his boundaries for her, with her. He would be the man she deserved.

"The schooner for Os Kervo." Kaz asked urgently to a man. He knew Y/n, she would find a safe home in Ravka at the Little Palace where the grisha were safe and strong.

"The first one left this morning at four bells, the next it's at the berth twenty-four, leaves in half bell." the man answered.

Kaz didn't think twice and ran toward the schooner with his heart in his throat. Please, saints if you exist make sure she hadn't already left.

He felt pathetic. Never in his life he had ever prayed, but he though that if it gave him a chance to see her again that it was worth a try.

He arrived at the schooner, but looking around he didn't see her. She must be already on board, he though and without difficulty he went on the ship.

There wasn't many people, but from what Kaz knew the grisha girl could have been already in her room and there was no way to find her before that schooner left.

He felt a shiver in his spine, telling him that she was close, but he didn't know where to look. Right, left, he looked everywhere. People around him looked him worried.

She can't be gone, he kept reapeting in his head like a mantra.

"Came here to bring me back to my father?" a voice said from above him. "How much did he offer to you? Must be a lot to affront a grisha alone."

His heart missed a beat and when he looked over his head he though he might start to believe in saints.

She was there, perched on one of the boom. Her hood was up hiding her face like she always did when she was out of their zone. She was a wanted grisha now, and he felt a grip on his heart at the though that she was used to that life of a runner.

You are not alone anymore, Fire Girl, he though vividly.

"I thought you had decided to leave..." he said. It didn't sound like an apologize at all...Damn Saints, there were a bilions things he wanted to say her, and yet his throat felt dry when he could talk.

"I did." her voice was sharped as a blade and cold as ice.

He gulped, I deserve this. "I know..." He had a flashback of their first conversation at the Crows Club, and cold shivers ran in his blood. I will not make the same mistake twice. "I should have told you who I was since the beginning."

"Maybe if I knew I didn't have to hide my power you could have had your personal inferni sooner." it was his fault. He had let her believe that he wanted her just for her power, but it wasn't true. Kaz Brekker kept her with the Dregs because he couldn't bare the though of her being hurt or threated.

"Could you get off from that boom? Please..." the last word burned in Kaz's throat like fire. It wasn't easy for him to say out loud his feelings, but he knew it would have been the only thing to make her stay. He owed her the truth.

She scoffed and jumped, landing in front of him with the lightness of a feather. Crossing her arms over her chest she studyed him from under her hood, waiting for him to speak first.

You want me sto stay, you have to say it, her posture told him.

"I saw your bags in your room, I though you wanted to leave me, the Dregs. I would understand if it what you wish, but you have to know that I was angry. Angry because I though you didn't trust me. You had just packed all your things without talking to me first, I though...I though you..." said those words Kaz brekker, a voice said in his mind. "I though you used me as a protection, nothing else. And when you showed up in my office I though you were going to say me you were leaving. No question, no mouners."

She stayed silent for a bit, surely surprised by his words. He couldn't see her whole face from his height, and he needed to use all his self control to not take it and push it down.

"The only reason I decided to leave was because my father knew about you. I knew he would have used you against me if I stayed, and I couldn't put you in danger just because I wanted to be selfish." her voice had softened a bit, but it was still sharp as she was ready for any attack from him. "Wylan convinced me that you would have helped me, that you would have been willing to fight for me. But when I come to you, I find Dirtyhands planning my departure. And what I find out? That you kept me under your roof just because you knew I was a grisha."

"It's not true." he stopped her firmly. "I knew you were a grisha, but never in my head I though about using you for your power."

"Then what other reason to keep the truth about our first meeting from me?"

Now it's the moment. Don't let your shame eat you alive, put yourself together and take your Fire Girl back.

"Because I was ashamed of the man I became. Because if you knew who I was you would have seen that the little boy you met eight years ago doesn't exist anymore. You would have seen that I failed you..." saying finally those words after a year left him lighter.

She gasped softly. It's not true, I can still see that little boy right in front me... "No, I failed you. You were a child Kaz, you had no faults. I should've stayed with you."

She could see the surprise on Kaz's face when she spoke those words. She had time to think that morning, at the little boy she left alone in the streets of Ketterdam. The boy who had kept her secrets all those years and never blackmailed her.

"I don't think something would have changed. I chose my path." he said with his raspy voice. How many nights he had dreamt about that moment? When he would finally speak with her, when the little boy and the Fire Girl would meet again.

"Becasue no one was there for you. Beccause you were alone. But if someone would have taken care of you, if someone would have showed you another way, maybe everything would have been different." maybe you would have been different.

She wasn't disappointed in what Kaz had became, she knew that everything he did it was to survive at the Barrel. She was proud that he had found the strengh to fight and live; Y/n would change nothing of the man she had in front of her.

The captain of the schooner announced that they were ready to leave and Y/n took a deep breath. "You should go..."

"Come with me." his mind, his rational part stopped working. There were nothing to brake his tongue. "Eight years ago you asked me if I wanted you to stay with me, and I said no. Today I'm asking you to stay in Ketterdam, with me, with the Crows. We cant-...I can't loose you. Not again."

Her heart started to beat faster like a roller coaster. Was Kaz Brekker the one who was talking in front of her? The Bastard of the Barrel was asking her to stay with him. You are going to put him in danger, a voice in her mind reminded her.

She looked Ketterdam behind him, as she could see her father's house.

Kaz saw the shift in her face's direction, and immediately understood what was thinking that mind of her. He rose a gloved hand in front of him taking her by surprise.

"If you wish to go to Ravka I will not stop you, but if you give me a chance I'll try everyday to be the man worth to stay by your side. And I promise you..." he took a step forward making her gasp. "I promise you we will take down everyone who threat us and we'll make them know the real meaning of the word suffer."

That's the Dirtyhands I fell for, she though smiling brightly. She took his hand firmly feeling his fingers closing around hers. "Just one condition." He raised an eyebrow to say 'continue please'. "Jan Van Eck is mine, and he's not going to die until I say so."

She knew that Kaz wasn't the only one who had changed in those years, and there were no reasons to hide it. The grisha girl who lived in the shadows and the little boy who was scared would never meet again, both had died when the world had turned its back to them. Both had raised like phoenix and became stronger.

"The deal is the deal, Fire Girl." he smirked walking with her toward the berth. The schooner was already leaving and there was a little void between the berth and the schooner, so Kaz squeezed her hand and they both jumped. When their feet touched the berth he didn't notice he was laughing with her. Her hood was over her forehead and he couldn't hold it anymore, he stood in front of her with the steady hands of a magician and gently lowered it, feeling the hurge to see her smile again. "No secrets anymore."

"No secrets anymore." she replied keeping her eyes in his.

It was their promise to start from the beginning. Their past was a beautiful story to remember, but they would fight for their future side by side, and little did she know that for all the time she hadn't spoken with Kaz Brekker, Bastard of the Barrel. But the boy in front of her, with the light of hope in his dark eyes was the normal, simple Kaz Rietveld.

A/N:OH MY GOODNESS WE ARE HERE! This is the end of the story of our lovely, brave Fire Girl and our little, cute Kaz. I think I can cry... This is the chapter that most I love of the series and I think you can see why! Writing it was so emotional and still so easy, I knew from the first moment how I wanted their story to end and how I wanted to write it. I have many ideas for a future book with those two idiots, but in the mean time...would you like a bonus chapter where we are gonna see how they're managing they're "relationship"? Maybe where he tells her his real name...👀 but now tell me, what was the part that you most liked? Would have you made the same decisions as them? MY CHAT AND REQUESTS ARE OPEN SOO I'm gonna wait you there ;)

p.s. : who recognize the scene from an old tv series for young I took ispiration for the fight and the departure? 👀

[shdwwlkrsblog]

I’ve been reading your Naruto writings and the ones you do for Gaara are so nice,I feel he gets slept on a lot as a character 😭,could you do him reacting to his s/o in hospital in a critical state😭I feel that he’d be so panicked and fuelled with anxiety,he is such a baby ❤️

Nawww thanks and yeah I can do that let's goo

Warning : none? Mention of wounds and broken bones , adding modern things

Masterlist

Panic overcame Gaara as he heard about an accident you were involved the person on the phone didn't say what accident happened they only told him to go to the hospital .his cold looking facede he had a minute ago while speaking to someone dropped and he sprinted off to the hospital . Once he was there he asked the first visible doctor where you were . " Are you an friend of her?" "No I'm her partner where is she ?" " In room 417 . nurse Natalie will show you where it is . Natalie!" The doc called for the nurse and explained her what to do " please follow me " " is y/n ok?will she be fine ?" Gaaras voice was about to give up after asking those questions " unfortunately she is in a critical state we needed to put her in a coma but you can see her " Gaara stopped walking and looked down the hallway he wanted to say something but his voice said no . "Com'on you want to see her don't you?" The nurse asked and looked at him pulled out of his thoughts he nodded ' you gotta be strong, for her.' he thought to himself and then they both stopped infront of a door with the number 417 on it .

Before opening it a doctor walked out with 2 nurses following him " okay let's go inside " the nurse said and Gaara followed her silent the nurse was about to leave when Gaara asked " what is wrong with her and will she survive it?" The nurse sighed " i don't know about that I'll send a doctor to you he will explain it " Gaara nodded and watched her leave the room before he walked to your bed and sat on the chair next to it . He starred at you , your face covered in few stitched wounds one near your eye but it looks like it didn't hurt the eye itself , your facial expressions looked dead it didn't show any emotion like it would usually do . He hated that look it's simply wasn't you you were always full of emotions . A tear rolled down his cheek the memories and the fright of losing you became a little too much but he wouldn't allow himself to be weak when you would need him. The door opened and a doctor walked in a nurse following him " nurse Anna would you please bring her to the x-ray ? " The nurse nodded then the doctor walked next to Gaara who watched the nurse roll your bed out of the room " Soo... You're her ? " "Boy...friend" Gaara could only bring out the answer in a whisper "hm okay so she was involved with 13 other people in a building crushing down we send her now to the x-ray to see if any other things then few broken bones and immense blood loss are there " "wi-" gaaras voice gave up but fortunately the doctor knew the question " i can't say that it's a 50/50 chance but as soon as she has the normal amount of blood and the 3rd degree wounds(imma call it that ) are healed we are sure she'll be fine but there's a thing with the blood..." Gaara looked the doctor straight into the eyes tears threatening to come out " we don't have the right blood type to give her right now " his eyes widened 'would she even survive that long with not so much blood? Even if her boody regenerates it she would need to be out of coma in order to have her Bodie fully work on regenerating it but if she goes out of coma in that state she'll die.' his breathing slightly quickened and he began to panik

"what if-if i-i give her m-my blood? W-wouldnt that he-help?"Gaara said way too quickly and stuttered wich isn't normal for him, The doctor catched onto his state and put his hand on gaaras shoulder " please calm down sir , and what blood type do you have ?" " I have A " "good sir would you allow us to take some and give it to her ?" Gaara quickly nodded multiple times " good please follow me " Gaara walked behind the doctor until they came to an not labled room where they went into " here please disinfect your arm" the doctor gave Gaara a paper towel and a Desinfektion bottle while he searched for the right needle . After a minute or so he finally turned to Gaara and searched for where the vein possibly is and plunged the needle in , Gaara flinched at the pain but then relaxed and watched as his blood was sucked out of him . " Okay should be enough " the doc said and put the blood filled things into a box " we'll give it to her after the x-ray you can wait in her room while we do it" Gaara nodded and left to your room again , and those 2 questions arent leaving his mind

Why did the building crush , was there someone who made it fall?

And if who would it be?

Part 2 here

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[shady-knight]

Thirst

A/N: If you know me in real life, please don't read this. I'm serious. I'd die of embarrasment🤣 

I wrote this because I recently rewatched the first episode and confirmed again that Claes literally slays me with his performance. (Any dialogue that you recognize is directly taken from the episode, I won’t take any credit for that, of course.)

Fandom: Dracula (2020)

Pairing: Dracula x Reader

Warning: None, maybe UST (you don't get to bone the vamp-man)

Summary: You're Mina's sister and present when Dracula visits the convent. You think he's pretty hot.

When you had agreed to travel with your sister Mina to find her fiancee Jonathan, you hadn't ever in your life thought that you'd find yourself in a convent in Budapest, standing behind an iron gate at Sister Agatha's side and watching a wolf whimper as it fell to its side.

You were fearful, almost trembling when its flank tore apart and pale, bloodied hands emerged, followed by an equally pale (and naked) body. As the man (beast) wiped some slimy substance from his face and observed you, you were struck with the strangest mixture of dread and anticipation. "I don't know about you girls", he began, voice deep and alluringly accented as he stroked the wolf's belly, "but I do love a bit of fur." Bloody filth was smeared all over the man's skin, his chest absolutely covered, hair wet and dishevelled as he stood up, revealing the long panes of his nude limbs.

He stretched his arms wide, unashamed of his lack of clothing. "Suffer onto me." The dark eyes beneath heavy brows spoke of sin, of forbidden wants and delirious hunger. Then he laughed as he stepped toward the iron gate, revealing his razor-sharp, inhuman teeth.

You couldn't help but watch, spellbound, as Agatha taunted the beast of a man, calling the other Sisters, her eyes seemingly never straying below his face. The Count (Dracula, your mind whispered) struck his head through the gaps in the gate, watching you like he was the prisoner, not you.

You found it hard to do the same thing as Agatha, your own eyes betraying you and lingering on his naked torso and threatening to go even lower. Your cheeks burned when his (Dracula's) gaze swept over you and your insides burned even hotter when he grinned, again showing off his oh-so-sharp teeth. You tried not to flinch when he called out to the group, and preferred to hide in the corner, not meeting anyone gaze.

This man... this vampire, he ignited something buried deep underneath what you had been taught was good and proper. His careless show of power left you breathless and wanting to see more. Experience more of him. His might. Briefly, you wondered if this was part of his power, too. To make you want it. Well, if it it was, it was certainly working. You were vaguely revolted by how easily you fell for his vampiric charm - he hadn't even spoken a direct word to you and already you were more attracted to him than any man from back home who had asked for your hand.

There was just a certain something about him, beyond even being a vampire. It surely hadn't altered his face - and yet, you couldn't help but find him beautiful in his dark exoticism. Like a fallen angel, Lucifer personified.

When Sister Agatha opened the gate and forbid him from entering, you felt like fainting. How could she be so calm? So utterly unaffected? "I could tear you apart." You knew that his words weren't specifically geared toward you, but it didn't stop you from shivering. What was wrong with you? Why were you...not scared witless? Oh, you were nervous and afraid of dying but...you were also attracted to this...this monstrosity.

"A beast can follow rules. I don't expect it to understand them." When the vampire snarled, reaching out as if to strangle Agatha, you realised that you should better listen to the actual conversation than to contemplate why exactly you found yourself drawn to the Count Dracula. "I am more than a beast.", he countered, tilting his head a bit.

Your eyes trailed over his strong neck, down his shoulders and over his broad hairy chest. Belatedly, you realised that you'd never seen a man's naked chest before. "Do you want me to show you?", he answered when Agatha questioned him. "Of course. I'm waiting.", she told him and you marvelled again at her courage. Or was it stupidity? You couldn't decide. Dracula beckoned her forward until she was almost touching him. For a strange moment, you felt almost jealous of her, of the attention he was giving her. Mentally, you wanted to slap yourself to snap out of your sudden obssession with this...creature.

"Look at them.", he ordered softly. You could see that she was holding his gaze, not wavering. "Look at your sisters." Agatha did not turn and look as she replied. "Armed and ready." You could see that the stakes in the nuns' hands were trembling.

"You're not looking.", he countered, barely even blinking, their noses only a fist-wide apart. "I don't need to.", she shot back. He raised a clawed finger. "One of them. That's all I need. If just one of your pretty little army beckons me in, I will tear your world to pieces", the Count talked as one talks about the weather, as if it were inconsequential, "and I will drink my fill." You didn't want to imagine the carnage that he could probably unleash.

"Why would they invite you in? What do you have to offer?" You felt shame pool in your belly. It seemed that Sister Agatha could really not feel his demonic allure like you did. It made you feel dirty and weak. "Eternal life.", Dracula replied, so quietly that you wondered that you didn't have to strain to hear him. But his voice just seemed to fill the space effortlessly. "Well, they have that already.", the nun explained, then turned and began to dismiss him with a quick "Thanks" over her shoulder. You bit your lip, thinking that she was forgetting about you a bit with her answer. Maybe on purpose, maybe not.You weren't a nun.

"Starting tonight, because the first one to invite me in stays at my side.", the Count bellowed for everyone to hear, "The others, I will tear apart, and, ladies", he laughed, a sinister smile exposing his fangs, "I will take my time.", a pause, "One should never rush a nun." Blood rushed through your ears and you felt heady, a conflict you had never thought to know igniting in your veins. You couldn't hear what he was saying as he continued, your head spinning. But he had only said that one would live. If you let him in, he would kill Mina and take Jonathan. (What had he called him? 'His bride'? What a strange concept.) You couldn't let that happen to your sister.

Then Agatha cut open her palm with a knife and Dracula rushed toward her as far as he could, feral bloodlust colouring his eyes as he bared his teeth, growling like an animal being denied its rightful meal. She flicked her dripping blood over the convent's treshhold. "Oh, go on, help yourself. There's a dog comes past here most days. We often give it scraps." She did it again, watching as Dracula retreated into a corner, growling deep in his chest but trying to control himself.

"Go on. You've come so far.", she ventured mockingly, "I'm sure you could do with a drink." You breathed in sharply as the woman held out her palm, letting blood drip onto his face as he opened his mouth like a man dying of thirst, tongue darting out to catch the ruby red liquid before she snatched it away again. You wondered how Agatha could stand this - if it were you, you would never been able to stand it - the sheer eroticism of the scene.

"See I'm not certain I see the appeal of blood.", she told him, sucking a drop of her own blood from her finger. He snarled as she gestured at him with her boody hand, letting droplets of the ruby liquid stain his skin. "Each to his own, I suppose."

"Do you think provoking me is clever?", he asked her, breathless, nearly moaning. From your distance it was hard to tell but you could swear that his eyes were now a deep crimson. "Yes, I do."

You saw Dracula's throat work as he swallowed heavily. The way his breath passed his lips sounded almost obscene - like he had been doing an altogether different streinous activity. One that, ironically, would also require the same state of undress. "I want to learn about you. I want to see the limit of your capability." You admired Sister Agatha for her spirit. Truly, she was a very forward thinking, intelligent and confident woman. Not like you. "It's the point of this experiment.", you breathed in harshly, tightening your hand into a fist. She was almost treating this like it wasn't life-threatening for everyone involved. Like there wasn'ta liiteral demon at your doorstep.

When she offered the bloody knife to him, your heart stopped before speeding up again. The sound of his quiet gasps, the sight of his tongue licking along the metal - it made your abdomen clench involuntarily.

Then Agatha threw the knife completely to Dracula and turned away from him, returning to her spot among the other nuns. "Here, boy.", she added, as if talking to a pet. Dracula had crouched down to retrieve the blade and was treating it like he had been handed a delicacy.

"This is contemptible. You are without shame.", the Mother Superior spoke, watching him kneel over the knife with disgust in her eyes. "Be careful what you say to me.", Dracula threatened, a bit muffled while speaking around the blade in his mouth. His lips shined in the warm light of the fire and you found yourself moistening your own, aware of the saliva suddenly pooling beneath your tongue.

"Don't speak with your mouth full.", Sister Agatha chastined in true nun fashion. "She has earned the right to express her contempt, you know? We all have." Yes, you thought quietly, contempt for myself. For being so weak. She continued speaking about the nuns behind her, still conveniently ignoring your presence.

"That is why you can't bear the sight of this", she kneeled down, showing him her wooden cross, "it speaks of a holy virtue you do not possess. It is goodness incarnate." The Count only chuckled, his mouth curving upward. "For a moment there, I thought you were clever. But no. No, that's not why I fear the cross. Goodness has got nothing to do with it." In that moment, his eyes met yours for a second and you froze, like a deer about to be shot. He noticed your reaction and let his eyes linger for a bit longer before looking at Sister Agatha again. You didn't follow her next words, too confused by your raging emotions.

After Dracula revealed his ability to learn from tasting one's blood, Agatha turned to leave with the rest of the sisters. They were stalled by his snarls for a moment but Agatha soldiered on, not granting him a verbal reaction as she led the others back inside after carefully closing the gate again. (That a vampire couldn't enter didn't mean that no one else could, and it was at night.)

You hesitated, watching the vampire lick any excess blood off of his fingers, his tongue moving languidly. If sin had a feeling, it'd be the emotions you felt while looking at him in that moment.

"And what do we have here?", he suddenly asked, having finally noticed that you hadn't left with the rest after breaking out of his blood-induced reverie. "A lost lamb?" His voice was deep and throaty and, adressing you, it sounded downright heavenly in your ears. You blushed, stepping up to to the gate as if an invisible force compelled you.

"Did you make Jonathan one of your kind?", you quickly asked, wanting to deflect from your helpless desire for the vampire. He stared at you strangely for a moment, as if trying to remember something. "Let me guess...you're (Y/n), right? The sister of Jonathan's little fiancee." You didn't question how he knew. It'd be pointless, and not really important, besides. Maybe he'd 'read' it in Jonathan's blood.

He gave you a proper once over, his eyes no longer red. "And what a pretty thing you are. Downright delectable." By now, your face must be completely aflame. You certainly felt the blood pounding up to the tips of your ears. It embarrassed you further because you knew that he had to know, too. A vampire like him was bound to have superior senses. Sister Agatha had said that breaking iron would be like breaking matchsticks to him. It terrified and fascinated you at the same time. With vague discomfort, you wondered just how well-developed his sense of smell was in comparison. Could he? Surely not. You hoped not. "But to answer your question, yes, I did."

"Can it be reversed?"

"Not to my knowledge. Not that I've ever tried. When I don't need a vampire anymore, I have other ways of neutralizing them, you understand?" Absentmindedly, you nodded, your heart sinking. If Dracula didn't know of a way, how were you, mere humans, supposed to come up with something?

"But that question is not really the only reason you are here, isn't it, little bunny?"

"Bunny?", you echoed.

"Your heart beats as fast as a bunny's. But not from fear, I gather.", he purred, voice dipping lower. You again became very aware of his nudity, even if he was still covered in that disgusting mess. He stepped as close to you as he could, your eyes level with his chest, making you have to crane your neck to look at his face. A strand of black hair had fallen onto his forehead and you had the strangest urge to sweep it back, to touch him, see if his skin was as cold as you imagined it was. (You ignored the voice that said you just wanted to know if it'd feel as good as you thought it would.)

"I could hear your little heart beating away when I spoke to the woman", he briefly closed his eyes, "Agatha. The others were terrified - but not you." He breathed in deeply, shoulders raising slightly, eyes drooping half-closed again. "You were aroused.", the word dragged on filthily in his low, throaty tone. "You saw me and you wanted. Isn't that right? It's not shameful to admit it." A grin spread across his face, his fangs flashing slightly. "You wouldn't be the first. Even though", he continued, tilting his head a bit, "it's not often that I invoke such a strong reaction in someone. Agatha, over there, certainly seemed all but immune to my charms."

You swallowed harshly, shame simmering in your belly, along with need. "I'll tell you what, if you invite me in, you can have me. I'll give you my undivided attentions. I'll make you feel things you've never felt before. I can take you to heights of pleasure nobody else can. And all you have to do is", his voice was intoxicating, you almost felt drunk off of him. "invite me in." You wanted to, so badly. You wanted to take him in, consume him, be consumed by him. Let each other be devoured by desire. Your blood sang for him. You wanted to give in to him. He knew that you were crumbling when you leaned closer, your head resting against the iron bars. He leaned down and for a wild moment you wondered if he'd kiss you, but he aimed to the side, his broad tongue licking a hot trail upwards, over your right cheek, tasting your skin. He paused when he reached your ear. "Just say the words.", he whispered seductively. "I will do the rest."

You whimpered, goosebumps raising on your skin. "This isn't fair.", you murmured, desperation making your voice small. "Why are you so beautiful? Shouldn't a monster like you be revolting?"

You couldn't see it, but you heard Dracula inhale quickly and let out a sound that seemed like a groan. "You think I'm beautiful?", he questioned hoarsely. "My, my, what a suprise you turn out to be."

"W-what do you mean? Isn't that normal? Thinking that you look", you cringed slightly, not knowing how to phrase your unrational desire, "pleasing?" He withdrew from you and drew back to his full height, shaking his head as he did so. "While my, ah, vampiric charm draws most people in, they still tend to find me...well you said it yourself, unexplainably revolting. It's their base instincts telling them that I am their predator." His eyes held yours, appearing deep and unreadable. "Which you seem to lack. Tell me, is there no part of you that is repulsed by me?"

"N-no.", you admitted truthfully, heat gathering in your face anew. "Quite the opposite. I don't... I don't understand myself. I... I feel-... you compel me like I am a moth and you a flame." Dracula's lips morphed into a toothy smile, his dark eyes glittering. "Very curious. I do believe that I will enjoy any time I spend with you, my dear."

The black-haired vampire winked at you, smirking infuriatingly attractively and turned on his heel, quickly striding away, into the darkness. Your eyes trailed over his broad back, lingering on his perfectly formed ass as he disappeared from your view. You wanted to curse and rage. Why were you so bewitched?

~~~

After your meeting with the Count you went straight to bed, not caring about anything else. You didn't want to think about him - you just wanted to rest after an exhausting day. Mina would wake you up if something happened.

Waking to screams and growls echoing through the hall, you immediately sat up on your bed, a shiver running down your spine. A strange chill settled in your bones as you didn't dare move an inch from your bed, clutching the white sheets to your body and listening to the horrifying sounds until they finally died down. You didn't want to think about what it meant.

You strained your ears for something, anything else and almost jumped from fright when heavy footsteps resounded through the halls, growing ever louder. They were undoubtedly heading in your direction and, additionally, coming from the sort of shoes that you knew no Sister wore.

The footsteps stopped in front of door. You didn't dare breathe, shoulders shaking from tension and when you heard the first creak of the hinges of the door, you closed your eyes, not wanting to look evil in the eye, so to speak.

"Darling", he said and his voice was close like he was standing directly above you, "don't you want to see me?" Cool hands trailed over your shoulders and down your arms, making you flinch slightly, his fingers dancing over your skin and leaving goosebumps in their wake. Your breath hitched and you held yourself as still as you could. "After all, I stayed just for you. I could already be on a ship to England, but here I am, paying you a visit." His hands grasped your own, encasing them in the inescapeable cage of his grip. You felt his breath skim your cheek when he leaned down to whisper in your ear. "You didn't think I would let you go, did you?" A stifled shriek flew from your lips when his teeth nibbed at your earlobe. "We're going to have so much fun, you and I."

Not being able to stand it any longer, you opened your eyes and were faced with a wall of broad chest, clothed in expensive looking clothes. Where he had gotten them from, you didn't know, but they fit the Count perfectly. He was mostly clean now, his black hair artfully swept away from his forehead, not a hair out of place. Despite that, you could see several small specks of blood splattered on his skin and the front, where his dark cloak opened to reveal a pristine white shirt and black vest combo.

It was then that you noticed him watching you study him and when you met his eyes, a dark grin bloomed on his face. "Yes, yes, I know. I clean up nicely, don't I?" He flashed you his teeth, and one of his hands curled around your right wrist tightly, the sharp nails digging into your flesh painfully, but not breaking skin. "Now up you get, my sleeping beauty.", he told you breezily and when you were too stunned to comply immediately, he yanked you up and onto your feet effortlessly. You stared up at him, mouth agape and heart racing. "Do you want me to take my clothes off again? You seemed to be much more talkative when I was naked."

"N-no, I..." you spluttered, trying unsuccessfully to free yourself from his grasp. "Now it almost seems as if the roles are reversed.", the Count continued teasingly and you drew your eyebrows together, confused. Freeing a hand, he gestured at your body and you followed the motion, suddenly realising that you only wore a thin white shift to cover your modesty. But it was quite too late to cover yourself. There was nothing that he could see that he would not have seen by now. Instead, you restricted your reaction to a quiet "Ohh."

"(Y/n). I know I said that I'd tear everyone in here apart but" he leaned closer to you, conspiratorially whispering against your temple, "I find that I do not want to do that to you." He stroked his index finger over the inside of your wrist almost tenderly and sought out your eyes, holding them with his. "Instead I have a proposition. An offer that, I'm sure, you will not want to refuse, my dear." You scarcely blinked and had to remind yourself to breathe as you felt lost in the depths of his eyes. Close like this, they looked like they belonged to just a normal human.

"Become my bride, (Y/n)." Your eyes widened. "Wasn't that...wasn't that what you called Jonathan?", you managed to ask. "Yes, well, the position has been left open by, let's say, tragic events. Johnny won't be doing much anytime soon.", he inclined his head, letting a little snort-like laugh escape his throat, "Or ever." You nodded slowly, closing your eyes for a moment. In a way, it felt cathartic. You knew that Jonathan would have never wanted this kind of undead life for himself, where he'd be a danger for your sister. He had truly loved her.

"My sister", you breathed, "is she...", you couldn't finish the sentence. The Count shook his head, his thumb catching you by your chin and tilting your head up. "She will live a long life, provided that she stays silent and doesn't come looking for anyone."

"But why?", you asked. "I exchanged her for Sister Agatha. That woman threatened to kill herself if I did not let her ward go." Your heart thuddered as you were filled with that strange jealousy again. "If you have her, why do you need me?", you questioned, trying to avoid his eyes. The grip on your chin tightened until it pinched. "Look at me, my dear." You obeyed. "Agatha won't become my bride. Much too feisty, that one.", his eyes twinkled mischievously. "Then why..."

"I will pick her apart and drink my fill off of her until her body cannot endure it any longer - and when she begs for it, I will kill her. But not too soon, I plan to make her last.", Dracula place a feather-light kiss against your jawline, just above the pulse-point in your throat. "You...you I plan to keep. I do so hope you'll become my most successful try." You blinked slowly, panting under the touch of his wicked lips.

"Give yourself to me." With a moan, you grapped at his lapels. He let you, pleasantly surprised that it wasn't to push him away but to pull him closer.

"Yes. Yesyesyes.", you chanted mindlessly against his chest, burying your face into the dark cloak that smelt faintly of blood, but mostly of a divine scent that could only be the Count's. It felt so good to let go, and it wasn't as if you had any better alternative. Denying yourself and, most likely, dying as a result wasn't worth it. Or at least that was what you told yourself as he stroked over your hair and settled a possessive hand on your back. "Come on, my dear.", he told you airily, "We have a long journey ahead of us." You followed him willingly.

[ponds-of-ink]

So, here’s a concept that will probably not make the final cut of the Five Nights 6. I’ve teased it a little, but here it is in full.

My initial plan was for Vern to hire the Salvaged as additional performers for late night shows. Then, as the entire Angst Drabble built up, I decided to make their very first show a rough adaption of the Nightmare Before Christmas thanks to it being October in-verse. Of course, due to the limited budget and the family relationships involved, there had to be changes.

The cast list was:

- Scrap-Trap as Jack/Spring-Jack, a rabbit-like ghoul who rules the darker part of the old Fredbear and Friends world (Vern dubs it the Scrap-Yard). He finally gets tired of scaring and decides to explore beyond the yard.

- Scrap-Baby as Sally/Lizzie, a young robot who is trying to find her father while also trying to avoid Dr. Violet-Stein. She relates to Spring’s restlessness and also wants to explore someday. But first, she has to deal with everything else.

- Michael as Dr. Finkle-Stein/Violet-Stein, the son of a renowned mad scientist. Not much is known outside of helping make Lizzie and keeping her safe until she’s ready. Mike didn’t really want to do the role until he realized it meant using the emergency wheelchair.

- Moltne Freddy as Oogie Boodie/The Boogie-Bear, a bear-like figure made of pure metal and wire. Due to Molten seeming to be Enard, Vern thought it fit.

- Lefty as Zero, Spring’s trusted (sort of mute?) advisor. Lefty really doesn’t have that huge of a role here, which is fine by him… her?

- Laura as An Elf/Fred-Bear’s Assistant. That’s it. Henry was set to be Mr. Claus, but he obviously declined. So, they had to make do with Laura, who was ironically thrilled. Unfortunately, due to the time travel company policy, she had to perform over the phone.

- Vern as … The Boogie Boys/The Trickster? She never really figured out her role, which is weird because she normally wants to be the star. They did eventually work something out, but I have no idea what it is.

They did use custom-made illusion disks and animated segments for certain effects/scenes.

[thedukeofhastingssexyrobe]

Simon as biker/bad boy who hates his “pre-destined fate” as future CEO of Hastings Holdings Corporation. Simon and Anthony both went to Harvard and rowed crew. They are those rich, slightly asshole-ish boys (a la the Winklevoss on The Social Network). Meanwhile, Daphne is Anthony’s little sister. Omg 🥵🥵

l LOVE THIS!!! Nonnie l just wrote something, probably not what you were expecting, sorry crying emoji.

  Warnings: fingering, bad writing, etc.

He was in his bedroom. Clad in a towel_ he had just got out of the shower, and he was supposed to be getting ready to go to a friend’s birthday party with anthony.  

He spotted daphne through the mirror when she came into his and anthony’s apartment _ “l saw my brother’s car, is he here?”  “ l...l shouldn’t be here. “  withouth saying a word, simon moved towards her “Maybe l should...”

She hardly had any time to finish her sentence before he pushed her down on his bed.

He said nothing as he got on top of her .”You are where you’re supposed to be” “You know it.”  He said smiling.

He had been wanting to feel her boody against his, and had been craving her touch all day. And she was finally there, with him.

His hand was moving slightly under her bra_She could feel him slowly hardening, and her body was responding positively_Feeling she’d never grow tired of.

She took his hand and slowly and gently slide it between her legs_And then guided  his fingers and hers towards the wetness she knew was waiting.

He began to slowly slipping his fingers in, then slipping them back out, up and over her clitoris. Repeatedly.

He halted his movements when he heard. “Simon, we’re going to be late”_” l thought my brother wasn’t home”  “Sorry l forgot”. He said smiling. 

Having sex with daphne when anthony was in their apartment excited him.

Thanks for the ask nonnie

[nataliedanovelist]

GF - Where the Crop Circles Grow ch.6

Summary: When things get out of hand at the Pines’ family farm, Ford asks an old college buddy to assist investigating anomalies and Stan hires a farmhand. Who knew asking for help would actually get you somewhere?

For @lemonfodrizzleart. Part of her Farmer AU and featuring her OC, Jackie Asante.

Ao3 link here.

ch.5 - ch.7

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Jackie was wide awake a good hour before the sun would rise, before Clock would wake the whole house, and yet she didn’t have the strength to get out of bed. Her mind was swimming with so many thought she felt like she was drowning.

Last night she had sex with Stanley Pines, her employer and friend. What the hell was she thinking?! She was thinking he was beautiful and smart and kind and everything she had ever wanted she just wanted to hold him forever, and thus it resorted to her losing her white dress to hay and walking out of a barn in Stan’s shirt and being caught red-handed by Ford and Fiddleford. (Thank God Tate was asleep and didn’t ask questions; if he had been awake Jackie probably would’ve killed herself.)

Her mind replayed what Stan had said to her before they got busy. He seemed to have meant those nice things he said to her, not just saying it to get her to undress. Jackie was a pretty decent reader of character, so okay, at the absolute very least Stan liked her. He wasn’t going to kick her out or dump her. But did he want to do it again? She knew she wanted to at some point, but…

Jackie groaned and laid on her stomach as she buried her face in her pillow. Really, would it be the end of the world if they were together? Probably not, but did Stan even want that? Jackie wanted to think so, but a small voice in the back of her mind told her he only saw her as an employee with benefits and to not get her hopes up. And of course there were the other men in the house. Ford was mortified when he discovered what they had done, but Jackie considered that it was only because he did not want to think about his twin having sex. Fiddleford, who had been married and even had a son, seemed a little too understanding and supportive. Jackie didn’t think she could stand to see their faces today, so she made up her mind to get up now, do her chores quickly before anyone else woke up, and lock herself in her room until dinner.

While the coffee pot brewed, Jackie quickly mixed together some simple blueberry muffins. While they baked in the oven, she quickly fed the chickens and watered the sheep and let them out onto the field. By the time she re-entered the kitchen the muffins were perfect and she let them cool while she tidied the sheep’s barn and gave them fresh hay. Jackie had just fixed her mug of coffee and plated herself two muffins when she heard footsteps and she hurried into her bedroom to indulge in a book.

It took a hot shower and a few sips of coffee for Stan to realize what Jackie had done. He laughed at himself to find the morning chores done and an easy breakfast laid out on the table. Shaking his head, he happily munched on a muffin on his way to the big barn to milk Luna and brush Truffles and he decided that he would check on her later.

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As the day wore on, as the sun crept higher and higher up the sky, dark clouds drifted into the scenery and hid the sun. Ford and Fiddleford had just enough time to retrieve their cameras so they could spend the rainy afternoon developing the photos in the thinking parlor before it started pouring down. It never escalated into thunder and lightning, but it was a merciless rain that kept the animals sleeping inside their barns and nests, but thankfully the lack of wind made it okay to sit on the porch and watch the rain, and that’s what Stan did until he fell asleep in his chair.

That left the four-year-old to snuggle up with a blanket on the couch and watch TV, but nothing good was on. Tate huffed and turned it off to try to think of what to do so he wouldn’t be bored no more. He could read a book, but he had done that yesterday. He could play with his toys in his room, but he didn’t feel like it. He wanted to get up and move, but it was raining too hard to play outside, Daddy said so when he came back with Uncle Ford with the cameras, so Tate decided he would do exploring.

He liked this house. It was big but not too big and it felt like home. He really liked it here, and though he knew it wasn’t good to be a sneaky peaky spy, Daddy and Uncle Ford and Uncle Stan and Auntie Jackie never got mad. Tate knew what most of the room were and where most doors led to, but there was one in the hallway that he didn’t know where it led to, so Tate opened it and he beamed to find raincoats, a vacuum, and a box of board games on the floor so Tate could reach.

Tate grinned and decided to pick a game to play. Maybe Daddy would wanna play, or when Uncle Stan wakes up he would wanna play. There was a small box of cards on the top of the stack; Tate thought it would be a good idea to play Go Fish. Tate saw Connect Forty-Four, Don’t Wake Stalin, Battle Chutes and Ladder Ships, but the game on top of the stack and right below the cards a game caught Tate’s eye. He liked the big red dragon behind the funny looking wizard, some kinda monster with big lips, and the pretty elf with the unicorn, all above a table of people playing the game.

Take picked up the green box and smiled. He was only four, but Daddy taught him how to read, so he could read the game and the rules. It looked like fun!

Meanwhile, Ford stretched his arms over his head and left the thinking parlor for a drink of water and possibly a snack. He looked down the hall and smiled when he found Tate in front of the closet where they kept the board games, holding a box he found intriguing. “Hello, Tate,” Ford said and walked up to him.

“Hi, Uncle Ford!” Tate piped and looked up at him and showed him the box in his hands. “Lookie what I found!”

Ford instantly recognized the well-used fantasy-talking, level-counting, statistics and graph-paper involved game from college and grinned. “Dungeons, Dungeons and More Dungeons! That’s my favorite game in the whole Multiverse! I used to play with your father and some other fans of the game back in Backupsmore.”

“Can we play it now?” Tate asked.

Ford held his cleft chin in thought and smiled down at his best friend’s son. Dungeons, Dungeons and More Dungeons was usually a complex and thoughtful game; you had to have a prepared Quest Master for starters, create a character and fill out a character-sheet, and use math and statistics a bit too advanced for the average four-year-old, but Tate wasn’t the average four-year-old. Ford knew he wasn’t good with kids and so he had somewhat kept his distance, but Fiddleford had often said the two were very similar and Ford was quicker to notice the similarities between the father and son, so Ford shrugged and got on one knee to be eye-level with the boy. He might not know much about kids, but he did know a lot about this. “Yes, I suppose we can play. This game involves both math and imagination, so I’m sure someone was intelligent as you will love it.”

Tate grinned at the compliment and watched Ford grab a black backpack from the closet’s shelf and then followed him to the living room to play on the card table. Luckily Ford had what he needed to be a Quest Master and knew the game well enough for the job, so he let Tate use a basic character to learn how to play and to see if he would like it. Ford looked out for any sign that the boy wasn’t having fun, but Tate took to it like a fish to water. The minute he learned he had to fill out a character sheet to play for real, he begged to fill one out and Ford happily showed him how to roll the dice and earn his character’s traits and skill-set.

Soon Ford had Tate the elf go on a magical quest. Tate found a dungeon by a river when he used his sword to cut away some plants, and Tate now had to battle boody-traps and devious gremlins to win the game. Ford started to roll dice in a normal manner, but after a while he reverted to his unique way: weaving the dice in between his fingers and picking it back up with his thumb, starting the cycle all over again. Tate nearly lost his mind and demanded to see it again. With hot cheeks, Ford happily showed the boy his little trick and Tate instantly tried to do it, too, but Ford chuckled and explained that it took lots of practice, and then it was back to the game.

“Alright, you enter the chamber.” Ford narrated, in his element, with the models in front of him and his guide for what to do, determined on what Tate rolled. Tate decided that he liked the way Uncle Ford told stories. “Princess Unattainable beckons you, but wait! It’s a trap!” Tate gasped in horror as Ford wiggled his twelve fingers and imitated an evil grin. “An illusion cast by Probabilitor the Annoying!”

“Oh no!” Tate yelled and shook the dice in his combined fists. “I’ll get him with my sword!”

“Hold on, he only has one weakness.” Ford chuckled. “Prime statistical anomalies over 37 but exceeding 51.”

“Oh. Isn’t an anomaly a weird thingy in the woods?”

Ford laughed; of course this kid would first associate the word with Ford and Fiddleford’s field research. “Yes, but… okay, okay, here’s what you do. You see the dice with 38 sides? Roll that with these two, and then I’ll roll these three, and then we get to do some math to see who wins.”

“Yay! Math!” Tate quickly rolled his three dice and Ford rolled his. Ford even took the time to show Tate on his notepad why you should add certain numbers together, and it looked like Tate barely beat Probabilator’s illusion. “Yes! I did it!”

“Good job!” Ford said and ruffled Tate’s hat. “You’ve Probabilitor on the ropes! Now…”

“Oh ho, so this is where you disappeared to.”

“Hi Daddy!” Tate said happily as Fiddleford stood at the doorway, smiling and amused by the scene before him. “Uncle Ford’s teachin’ me how t’play Dungeons, Dungeons n’ More Dungeons n’ be an elf n’ kick Probabilitor’s butt!”

Fiddleford raised an eyebrow at his old college roommate, his smile still standing. “You dug out that old game, then?”

“More like your son was nosy and I couldn’t resist teaching him a trick or two.” Ford answered with a chuckle and ruffled Tate’s hat to show there were no hard feelings.

“Ugh, are you serious?” Tate and Ford looked over to find that Stan had returned, rubbing his eyes with his fists, awoken by the sounds of dorks. “You’re teaching squirt that nerd game?”

“It’s not a nerd game, Stanley, you would like it if you gave it a chance.”

“Thanks, but no thanks. I prefer to do my dice rolling in Vegas.”

“C’mon, Uncle Stan, don’tcha wanna play?” Tate asked and smiled up at him. “You’re always a lot of fun to play with! You can even pick the weapon I get Probabilitor with!”

Stan couldn’t hide the blush in his face. Before he could answer, Jackie walked behind Stan swiftly for a drink of water, but Tate saw her and quickly said, “Auntie Jackie’ll play, won’t you?”

Jackie jumped and darted her eyes all over the room. She ignored Stan and Fiddleford’s smug looks and tried to piece together what the boy wanted. “Um… what?”

“Dungeons, Dungeons, n’ More Dungeons.” Tate explained and even held up the box’s lid for her. “Can’t we all play together, pwease pwease pwease?” He begged, and even puckered his bottom lip out a little bit to sweeten the deal.

Jackie smiled sympathetically as she exchanged facial expressions with the adults. It wasn’t fair to Tate that there was no one his age to play with or to keep him company. While he had never once complained, it meant a lot of his free time was spent playing alone or helping with chores just so he had somebody to talk to. Just for one afternoon, it couldn’t hurt to give in and do this one thing the child clearly desperately wanted.

“I don’t see why not.” She said with a shrug. “Never played, but I’ve heard good things about it. Why don’t I pop some popcorn and make hot chocolate for a snack?”

“Great idea!” Fiddleford backed up. “I’ll go get my old character sheet!”

“Alright, Stanley come here and I’ll help you create your character.”

“Ugh, do I gotta be some sparkly elf or something?”

“No, you can be whatever you want to be. An ogre, a fairy, a centaur…”

“You had me at ogre! I’m gonna have my own swamp and kick out any annoying fairytale creatures!”

Later that evening, after all the characters had been set and the game was ready to begin, the card table became too filled to function, so everything was laid out on the floor and everyone sat in pajamas and snacked on bowls of popcorn, pretzels, chipackcerz, and mugs of hot chocolate. Clipboards for the players’ character sheets, colorful dice, and notepads also littered the living room, and as the room was lit with candles and the wood-burning fireplace to give it a spooky feel, Ford happily narrated his players through the game. “After your victory against the clan of goblins, you rest at a pub…”

“I’m gonna flirt with the barmaid to get some free drinks!” Stan declared and rolled a 38 sided die; once he understood that this game involved more risk and imagination than math, he started to warm up to it, and though he would never admit it, he had fun playing pretend.

Ford chuckled and looked down at the die. “You’re successful! The barmaid is charmed by your smooth words and strong stature, and slides you a free drink, but unfortunately your score isn’t high enough to earn everyone else a drink. Your players need to recharge from battle, so everyone needs to pay one gold coin for fuel.”

“Imma get chocolate milk!” Tate cheered as he changed the amount of gold he had in his bag on his character sheet.

“Okay, everyone roll your 12 sided die.” Once all the dice were still, Ford winced at the score and said with a devilish smile, “Your cheerfulness over your victory has caught the attention of your worst, and most annoying, enemy: Probabilitor the Annoying!”

“Dang it!” Stan yelled as he popped a piece of gum into his mouth.

“He’s accompanied by his trusty eagle, perfect for capturing victims, a hot elf, and his head ogre. Seeking revenge for taking down his army of goblins, Probabilitor attacks the pub with…” Ford rolled his dice. “... a math ray! Everyone roll your D-38.”

While Stan rolled a 32 and Tate rolled a 28, Fiddleford rolled a 17 and Jackie rolled a 2. “What!?” She shrieked, having been earning low numbers the entire game. “Stan, did you load my dice!?”

“Aw, c’mon, missy,” Stan laughed. “I wouldn’t cheat… okay, but not at a nerd game. It ain’t worth my best tricks.”

“While Goldie and Tate dodged the math ray in time, Hadron and Drizzle are hit, Drizzle left weak while Hadron almost made it to safety. The eagle takes advantage and takes them in his talons, following Probabilitor into the sky as the ogre and hot elf ride on the large bird’s back. Goldie, Tate, what do you do?”

“We go after them!” Tate declared.

“What happens if we don’t?” Stan asked.

“Probabilitor will eat their brains. It’s his thing.” Ford answered.

“Fine, guess we’ll go on another quest.” Stan ruffled Tate’s hat, the two paired into a team, and Ford had them set off into the woods for their team members.

“Alright, meanwhile at the campsite,” Ford went on. “Hadron and Drizzle are tied to a tree while the hot elf readies the brain-cooking pot.”

“Hold on, ain’t there a way we can escape?” Fiddleford asked. “It’s only rope, n’ I got my dagger, remember. If it’s in my belt by my hip…”

“Good ingenuity, let’s give it a try.” Ford cleared his throat and reread the rules to make sure it was fair. “Probabilitor, distracted by picking garnishes for your brains, doesn’t notice that Hadron has a weapon he can use without his hands. Roll your D-12, you have to get a 10 or higher to be successful.”

Fiddleford blew into his fists for good luck and let his D-12 go, but then slapped his forehead and winced at the 8.

“You managed to cut some of the binding holding you and Drizzle captive, but your dagger falls from your belt and lands on the grass and out of reach. Before Drizzle can even try to get it back with her foot, Probabilitor returns to do some more annoying dragging about how he’s going to eat you.”

“If I get my eight-year-old character killed over this, Imma lose it.” Fiddleford joked; there was no way he was going to die like this, right? Right?!

“Ugh, if my hands were free I’d break every part of his face.” Jackie growled.

“Oh ho, Probabilitor is so annoying he has even invoked the wrath of the peaceful druid elf.” Ford chuckled. “Helpless for the time being, it’s up to Goldie and Tate to save them, but first they must travel through the woods and reach the campsite.”

“Okay!” Tate cheered and punched the air, ready to beat up some bad guys.

“You two are getting close to your destination, you can tell by the frequent fairy bites. When suddenly your path is blocked by a huge ogre, armed with an axe!”

“Aw, come on, Manly Dave, I thought we were cool.” Stan said sarcastically and the whole room laughed.

“‘Halt!’ Dave the Ogre says.” Ford was using a deeper, gritter voice for the ogre, making Tate grin as the narrator had a way of making the story come to life. “‘You interlopers are trespassing on the ancient forest of Probabilitor the Wizard! If ye wish to pass, first ye must complete seven unworldly quests, each more difficult than the last…’”

“I bonk him over the head with my bat!” Stan interrupted.

“Okay, one, you have a club, not a bat, Stanley,” Ford explained for the uptheenth time. “And second, you can’t…”

“Sure I can! Our team members are gonna be dead soon, we don’t have time for seven stupid quests! So I use nature’s snooze button and bonk him over the head!” Stan argued and shook his dice in his fist.

“Fine, roll your D-38…” The room gasped as Stan rolled a 36. Ford, chuckling with disbelief, said, “You bonk your club on the ogre’s head and it knocks him out cold. He’s not dead, but he won’t be walking for a long time.”

“There’s no cops in the forest.” Stan hissed to Tate. “We take this to our graves.”

The boy actually pushed his hat and bangs back to show Uncle Stan his trusty wink, making the whole room laugh.

“Very well! You are approaching the campsite!” Ford narrated with wiggling fingers. “As Goldie and Tate hide in the bushes, Probabilitor tackles.” Ford cleared his throat and made the wheeziest, annoying voice he could muster, causing Jackie to snort and cover her mouth to keep from spitting out soda. “‘And now, a little math problem! When I subtract your brains from your skulls, add salt, and divide your team, what’s the remainder?’”

“YOUR BUTT!” Tate cried out.

“‘What?!’” Ford wheezed. “‘My butt isn’t part of this particular equation!’” The whole room laughed loudly and Ford had to wait for everyone to calm down before continuing. “Though your insult may have been funny, your cover is blown. Goldie and Tate now have no choice but to battle Probabilitor for the lives of Hadron and Drizzle!”

“Yup, we’re dead.” Fiddleford said and pulled out a clean character sheet. “Better start creatin’ a new character.”

“Hey! We’ve got this, right squirt?” Stan asked as he wrapped an arm around Tate.

“Yeah!”

“Let the battle begin!” Ford placed two small figures of ogres and said, “The ogres swing first! Roll your D-38s to dodge!” Ford rolled a 13 while Stan rolled a 14.

“Goldie uses a… Shield of Shielding to, you know, shield Goldie and Tate!” Stan made up.

“Probabilitor casts a reversal spell, and…” Ford rolled a 15. “... is successful. The shield disintegrates. The ogres attack! Now you can choose to attack or…”

“Oh! Giggle time bouncy boots!” Tate yelled out. “To jump over the meanie’s heads!” Both Ford and Tate rolled, but Tate’s was higher.

“The boots work!” Ford said. “Goldie and Tate bounce to safety, missing the axes and clubs by the skin of their noses.”

“Now they use flamey swords… no! SUPER hot flamey swords!” Tate declared, getting really excited. The boy rolled a 21, Stan rolled an 18, and Ford rolled a 2.

“Incredible luck!” Ford gasp. “Your swords are so powerful they destroy the ogres in an instant!” And he swiped up the little figures. “‘Drat you!’ Probabilitor screeches. ‘You’ll never outrun my Ogre-nado!’” And Ford rolled a 30.

“Yes we will!” Tate said and hopped up on his feet, shaking the die hard. “Centaur-taur will swoop in and save Tate and Goldie!” And Tate rolled a 32.

“A what?” Fiddleford chuckled.

“A Centaur-taur.” Tate repeated and showed a drawing he had made last night when thinking of weapons and characters. It was both horrifying and impressive.

“Tate, I am so confused n’ so proud right now.” Fiddleford said thickly with shiny blue eyes.

“The Centaur-taur dashes just in time and carries Goldie and Tate to the thick of the trees, where the ogre-nado is broken and destroyed. Goldie and Tate rush back to try to free Hadron and Drizzle, but Probabilitor’s score is still too high to be defeated.” Ford rolls his D-4, D-12, and D-38 to determine which of Probabilitor’s spells or minions to use; the Quest Master’s eyes widened as this specific combination of numbers meant he had to use the most powerful monster is all of Dungeons, Dungeons, and More Dungeons.

Ford grinned sheepishly, and narrates slowly for suspense, “You think all is well and good, but Probabilitor was saving the worst for last. Just before Goldie and Tate reach their team members, they’re grabbed by a huge claw with three fingers and are faced with a mouth inside of a mouth and a fiery red eye.” And Ford slammed down the biggest statue they had.

Fiddleford gasped. “The Impossi-Beast! I thought they banned this character!” He argued.

Ford shrugged. “Sorry, but this is the original 1972 version. They didn’t ban the Impossi-Beast until the second version, released in 1975.”

“It’s okay, we’ll just think of some cool weapons…”

“Ya don’t understand, son.” Fiddleford said as he gripped the boy’s shoulder. “He’s so powerful that he can only be defeated by rolling a perfect 38! If not, then we all lose our characters!”

“Rollin’ a 38?!” Tate gasped. “The odds are…”

“Hey, long odds are what you want when you’re a world-class gambler!” Stan said and took up his D-38. “C’mon, c’mon… Papa needs a new pair of… elves!” And he let go of the D-38.

Tate held onto Stan’s arm as it rolled across the floor. Fiddleford’s knees were bouncing despite being criss-cross. Jackie had her hands in her hair. Ford bit his lip, wanting his first quest with the team to be a success. The little blue die looked like it might fall on 1, but at the last second it balanced perfectly on that beautiful 38.

“WHAT?!”

Tate jumped up and down as he cheered and punched the air. “YES! Yes, yes, yes! We won! We won!”

“What do you say, buddy?” Stan asked.

“DEATH BY MUFFINS!”

“Goldie and Tate then throw magical Death Muffins into the Impossi-Beast’s mouth!” Ford narrated. “The monster explodes and Probabilitor is powerless and pathetic as always. But keeping true to his name, he annoyingly disappears into a cloud of math, promising to be back for another journey, but for now Drizzle and Hardon are free, and Goldie and Tate are upgraded to level 2 and earn twenty pieces of gold.”

“YAY!” Tate quickly scribbled down the changes on his character! “Can we go on another adventure?! Maybe we’ll find a dragon this time! I wanna try to get a Trust Arrow!”

“Unfortunately that’s all I had plan for now.” Ford held his chin and gave it some more thought. “I suppose I could…”

“Not so fast, Sixer, that’s enough nerd-game for me.” Stan stretched his arms over his head. “Ole Goldie over here’s ready for some mindless fun.”

“How about a movie?” Jackie asked and looked under the TV for the box of VCR tapes. “We’ve got The Voyages of Lionclothiclese: Clash of the Genres.”

“Oo! Put it in!”

“I haven’t seen that movie in years!” Fiddleford said excitedly as his son sat in his lap up on the couch.

Ford moved up to the couch and allowed Jackie to put the tape in the machine and soon the TV lit up with the lights and sounds of the old film. Stan had collapsed into his armchair and Jackie held her knees by her chest, sitting between the couch and the chair. Stan noticed this and shook his head discreetly. No way such a pretty woman was going to sit on the floor, even if it was carpet. 

Jackie couldn’t help but feel someone’s eyes on her, and when they looked at each other Stan gave his lap a little pat so no one else would notice. The farm-woman hesitated, but being in his hold sounded amazing, and really what did she have to lose, so she slipped up into his arms and curled up in his lap, the gang allowing the old movie to fill the atmosphere and happily distract them from the real world.

[sidetongue]

Does it ever make you sad when someone brings up an old foster pup? ( like potato, or boody)

No, it makes me happy thinking of and talking about my wonderful fosters! It does sting a little with Bood, as he in the end was my boy, and I loved him so dearly. I miss him every day

[33eastlondonstreet]

20th May 1969, London

Sometimes you think that it won’t be worse and God have a lot of fun looking at you. Everthing is against you, the hole fucking world against you… The worst day in your life. But even the worst day in your life can have the one small glimmer, which can change your life forever.

 - What the hell… - the tall brunette girl tried use the tap, which didn’t want give for her water. She tried several times, but she still hadn’t water.

- No, no, you can’t do it for me, not now… please…

- What are you doing? – the small girl with hazel hair stood and started looking behind her.

- I’m tring fix our tap… – she snaped at her. -..or…- she looked at her…- Lucy, you can check water in the kitchen?

- Ok. – Lucy turned on one’s heel and went to the kitchen. She turn on the nap and… - There’s no water!

And suddenly the ring started ringing very loud. The girls went to the doors and opened. In front of they, stood one man, who wore dirty dungarees and red hat.

- Good morning. The pipes in your bulding are too old to use them. We’ve got the regulation to change it. You won’t have the water, mabye by three or four days…

- YOU’RE KIDDING ME?! – Lucy exploded. – How can I live without water? Without washing? Without tea or coffee? Without…

- But you’ve got the bad pipes, we must do it. – the man tired settle down the smaller girl.

- We can’t do it anything. They’ve got the regulation. – Cynthia looked at her friend.

- And how will we wash and…

- Next to your block of flats we opened the water extraction. You will can charge water from it or move to your boyfriends.

- We haven’t got… - Lucy started but Cynthia ceased her.

- Ok, thank you and goodbye. – she smiled diplomatically and locked the door. – They haven’t to hear that we haven’t got boyfriends.

- Why? – the brunette looked at her.

- Because we can do it without any help and any boys my darling. – she smiled to herself and went to her room.

Cynthia is specific case of girls. She has never been in someone. She isn’t ugly or stiupid, she’s not mean (mabye somtimes) or creepy. Nobody know why she has never got a boyfriend, even her but she feels very good being endless single (at least she thinks that). Mabye certain people must be alone, mabye it’s their destination…

Cyn looked at her messy brown hair and did a ponytail. She didn’t have any idea for her outfit, so she wore t-shirt with sign: „Make love not war”, blue jeans and old white convers shoes.

- Show must go on. – she said to herself and left her room.

  Lucy had to sit down on her chair and calm down. That situation destroyed completely her day and mood. Her hands were shaking. She looked through the window. All long morning London streets were crowded. A lot of students were runing to their univesities. A lot of busy people were driving to their jobes. A lot of children were going to their schools… Even Cyn were going between that people, joining to this morinig race. Lucy took the cup of tea and looked at her friend, uptil she disapeared in the crowd. The more of the same dull day. She looked at herself in the mirror and twisted her face, whe she saw her dirty hair. She started thinkig where she can took a shower, of course for free. Suddenly she looked at the London newspaper and wrote the sign: Try for free the new modern swimmingpool. Children and stundents for free! „This is it!” she thought.

 The sun peeped through the window and wind tuged slightly white curtain. She felt pleasant chill on her face. The high girl with marine eyes and pale skin stand up and looked at her messy room. She didn’t hear her friends. Did they leave the house, indeed? She went to the kitchen, which was empty. The toilet was empty too. Cyn had the talk for sure but where was Lucy? She had free day and she never wakes up early. What the hell? Suddenly she saw the piece of paper and took it:

Hi Maureen

Cyn is in the University and I went to the new swimmingpool, because we don’t have the water. We can’t use the toilet and the sink in the kitchen. We won’t have the water for 3 or more days. Have a nice day!

                                        Lucy

- No, no, no… It’s not real… I must use the toilet! – she said to herself.

She started looking for solution. Oh god, thinking is very hard when you want very hard pee. She took random clothes and ran to the near resteurant.

- Good morning lady… - the waiter looked suspiciously at her. – Could I help you?

- Yes, where is the toilet? – Maureen thwarted legs. She wanted really pee so hard…

- The toilet is for our clients. You must buy something if you want…

- Ok, I want buy a cup of water…

-20 pounds please…

-What? Are you kidding me? – she shouted.

- Please, don’t shout. This is luxury resteurant for…

- But 20 pounds for normal water?! – she tried calm down.

- This is not normal water…

- I don’t care your water, please I must go to the toilet.

- That’s not my problem. – the waiter avoided eye contact with Maureen, who felt like the last idiot in the whole earth.

- But…

- I’m really sorry madam. – he lowered his head.

She musted leave resteurant. Longe since she didn’t feel as foolishly like at that moment. But now she had more difficult problem. Where is the nearest toilet? She wandered in the street, looking for toilet… Suddenly she saw a huge building, which belonged to an aeronautical corporation. She ran to the revolving door and looked for the lift. She almost was in the lift when a pretty woman, who was  a receptionist asked her:

-Excuses me but you’ve got the employer’s card.- and looked at her.

Maureen tried act that she wasn’t nervous and looked for the card in her bag. The woman made impatient and other employers looked at this situation. She felt like make more red. Why has she always all bad adventures? What's she ever done this should happen to her? Is this the end of her world?

- Sorry, she’s with me. – the young man with hairy beard and dark eyes said and took fot the women his card.

She looked at him little confused but said:

- Ok, but in the future, please don’t forget the card. – she smiled and got back to her desk.

Maureen was very shocked so that she stand in te silent and looked at this tall man, who saved her.

- What are you doing in this office? – the unknown man asked her.

- Emmm… - she scratched her head. – I must use the toilet.

He started laughed but suddenly stoped when he saw her really embarassed and red face.

- I don’t know why I say that but you’re really looking good when you’re ashamed. – he smiled.- The toilet is in the second floor.

-Thanks. – she smiled.

The lift was arrived and she took it, looking at the man, who was looking at her. When the lift’s door was closing, she suddenly shouted:

- Thank you for your help my unknown hero!

- I’m Jack, it was the pleasure! – he smiled and the doors closed.

  Lucy looked at herself in the swimming pool mirror and thought about morining situation. She was already less anger but her hands still were shaking. The room smelt chlorine, which was jaring swimmers noses. Around her, woman with diffrent beauty were changing clothes or dring hair.

The swimming pool was very crowded. Children were driving down in helter-skelters, old woman were sunbathing outside and young people were swimming in new place. Lucy liked this place, especially she made a hit with a pool among exotic flowers. She could feel like a tourist in a tropic island. Immidietly she went towards this pool. Suddenly somebody flicked her and she felt like landed painfully on the floor. Her knee started bleeding, because she cuted during the fall.

- I’m really sorry. I don’t want… - somebody started apologising but Lucy didn’t listen. She felt like nerves flood all her boody. She stood up in the silence, without looking at the maker. But he took her hand gently:

- Oh my godness, you’re bleeding. – and now she raised her eye’s at him. He was tall handsome brunet with nutty eyes. Dark soft curls were slopping on his forehead. He had clear foregin accent. She was so shocked. For a very long time she didn’t met so handsome men like him. She felt butterflies in her stomach but suddenly she reminded about her accident and she felt angry again.

- Could you don’t touch me?! – she snaped.

- I’m reallly sorry…

- No! – she shouted. – I had really bad morning and I went to this pool for relax but you destroyed this.

- I understand but I haven’t to be so angry. – he looked at her angry face, which was red like tomatto.

- No you don’t understand! You destroy good time for people because you’re so fucking careless idiot! – and now she thought that she carried with it to excess but she said what she felt.

The man made big eyes and looked upset at her:

- You’re crazy! – he started laughing. – You’re exaggerate.I didn’t hurt you heavily. You’re idiot.

- Really? No, I don’t want talk with you. Leave me alone. ENJOY SWIMMING! – Lucy turned on her heel and went to the changing room, feeling as her knee was bleeding.

Really good time in the swimming pool…

 It was really boring talk about calculus of probality, which Cyn hates. She was almost sleeping, sitting among students. Her messy and dirty hair was hidden in knot but soft strands were slopping on her forehead. Instructor finished the talk and she stand up when suddenly her friend sttopped her…

- Hi Cyn, you looked reallly tried. Are you ok? – he said.

- Yeah Phil… Don’t worry. Now my flat has the problem with water and probably I won’t have water for a few days. Hence I look like I look. – and she pointed and her hair and messy clothes.

- If you want, you can move to me for this few days… - he looked at her.

- No, I don’t want make a problem to you and your girlfriend.

- Already, I don’t have a girlfriend. We broke up yesterday. – he said expressionlessly.

- What? Why? You’re so happy and…

- She played about with guy, who is barman in close studnets club.

- Bitch. She dosen’t know what she lost. – Cyn huged Phil, who nestled up to her. He needed somebody’s intimacy.

She broke hug and looked at him:

- In this case I can live in your flat for few days. I can’t leave you in this condition.  – and she gave for him kiss on forehead.

Phil was her close friend, who born in the same small village near by London. He was older than Cyn. He had beed studing in London from two years. Phil was low boy with funny eyes and blonde hair. He had amazing sense of humor and a huge talent. When he was a child he started playing on drums and singing. Recently he joined in new band, which their name was Genesis.

- Ok, now I must come back to my flat and pack my stuff. – she smiled.

- No problem. See you later. – and he huged her for goodbye.

Cynthia choosed to go back to her flat on foot. The weather was amazing and she needed some fresh air. She felt sun on her pale face, it was really nice. She closed her eyes and tried feel this moment. But unfortunately she closed her eyes in the bad moment and she didn’t see the man, who was riding on the bike. He catched her sleeve on steering wheel and she chucked oneself down. She bumped her head against the floor. She felt a huge pain and for the moment Cynthia didn’t know what’s going on. She wiped eyes with hands, forgetting about that her hands were in sand.

- Oh fuck. – she shouted. – What am I doing?! – she tried opened watery eyes. It was really searing.

- I’ll help you. – she heard male voice. She known this voice but she couldn’t remind who was the owner.

- Thanks. God I’m a huge idiot. I could kill you and myself and now I killed my eyes and…

-… and killed your arm. It’s bleeding. – he said.

- Oh really? – she tried open eyes but she couldn’t. – I can’t see. – she smiled…

- I guess. – he laughed. – Ok, you’re a women in the picke and gentlemans help for the woman in picke. You’re a lucky girl because I’m the gentleman. – and he took her hand and helped her stand up.

His hands was soft, he didn’t do a hard work. Probably he studied like her.

- You’re eyes are watering… - unknown man said.

- Yeah… I feel this. – she laughed. – Ok, thanks for your help and sorry for this situation…

- You want come back to home without sight? – she heard his surprise. – You’ve got a bleeding hand and you’re blind.

-No, this is not problem for me. – she tried run from this man. She couldn’t see him. Cynthia always has luck to strange people. She saw like he took her to unkown place and killed her because he was the psychokiller or pervert. No, no she couldn’t go with him.

- I took you to the hospital. – he said.

- No. You’ve got other things to do. I don’t want to be a problem for you…

„Fuck, why I always have a problem with creepy men… Mabye he isn’t prevent, but I don’t want go with unknow man. Hello in my world…”

- I can’t leave you without help. – he said with assumption. – I’ll take you to the hospital.

-But… - in that moment she felt panic. She wanted run away but she couldn’t. – Eh, ok. – she gave up.

Again she felt his soft hand, which guided Cyn towards supposedly hospital…