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had to stop at the spoiler mark bc i’m not caught up bUt. my “review” aka when i shared it w my discord server i shared a few clips (about lil cal) and said this so i screenshotted it
Jonathan Sims Must Die
and my podcast is now up and available on spotify!! )more platforms coming as soon as i got those up and running, lol.) im really really excited about having it finished and complete and finally available to the general public, after so much feedback and encouragement :> a synopsis of the podcast is as follows: Sherice and Hal have one god given mission on this earth: to attack Jonathan Sims’s every choice and action, while their cohost Noa who’s only knowledge of TMA is up until the current episode being discussed, must defend him with his life. The first half of the episode is spent discussing Jon’s various fluck ups and issues he makes for others just by existing, is spoiler free, and is dedicated to meta based up until that episode. The second half looks at TMA from the lens of the bigger picture, with Sherice and Hal discussing the finer points of their wives and emotional support men. feel free to reblog and share, along with submitting your comments and feedback. thank you!!
#sorry if i’m being annoying w the rb#or if i was rude by calling u a motherfucker i really didn’t mean to be#n e way y’all are swag and i need to get caught up on tma so i can listen to more bc i love the podcast!!!#twoot talks#homestuck#tma#jsmd
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I Call This One: Bold & Brash!
The egos x artist! gn! reader
ty @pokemonpunqueen for the request!
A/N: I’ve decided that I’m gonna write for the egos when I can’t think of anything else or I need practice writing lmao. I mean I was doing that before? But I didn’t know it? listen it’s fine it’ll be fine but FOR NOW I thiiiink I’m gonna take requests. Just a few. I’ll stop when I think it gets too much. This is exactly what it says. I focused on like drawing/painting for “artist”, with some references to animation thrown in there. I did Darkiplier, Wilford, Yancy, Illinois, Google, Eric, and a Host thrown in there bc I love him and I miss him
Word count is 1.5k
Enjoy
Egos x artist!reader
Darkiplier
He’ll want to commission art from you
He makes comments about how Mark is a narcissist but also he’s a narcissist.
Oh look, Dark’s asking you for another picture. What does he want? He wants you to draw him? Again? For the fifth time this fucking month? Wonderful.
He likes looking at how you make art of him, be it stylistic or realistic
He will hang them up all over the fucking house so pace yourself
He’s fine if you draw anybody else
Except Mark. Never Mark. How can he tell, you ask? No fucking clue, but he does
Gets a bit worried that you won’t make enough money to live comfortably
Just because not everyone needs a fucking MANSION-
Will always buy things for you if you ask
Likes to be able to support your job or hobby
Sugar daddy? I mean maybe
Makes sure you eat, sleep, drink water, survive--
Leaves snacks for you at your desk for when you don’t want a meal.
Carries you to bed if you fall asleep at a desk
Recommends you wear comfy clothes at all times so you can fall asleep wherever
A bit of an enabler, he’s doing his best tho
If you take commissions don’t be surprised if he threatens to kill someone when they don’t pay or are rude to you
He loves you, that’s all
Wilford
Fucking elated
Draw him!!! Please!!!! Please draw him!!!!! He has coin!!!!! He can pay!!!!!
Ecstatic if you actually draw him like he’ll giggle for an hour straight just looking
Secretly commissions more art from you
So also sugar daddy
It’s always something so obvious so you know it’s him anyways
He likes bright colors and eyestrain for some reason
If you make that, he just. Stares at it. Unblinking. You have to snap him out of it (im not projecting what do you mean)
Gets extremely worried about you not taking care of yourself
Gets someone to fucking babysit you when he’s gone so you take care of yourself
When you get greatly offended by this he settles for texting you reminders
And when you ignore those he texts more
Don’t be surprised if you get spammed by several people and an alarm starts to play from somewhere in the house
You’re gonna be healthy whether you like it or not, asshole
Drags you to bed aggressively
He WILL NOT drug your food with melatonin because that’s illegal. B U T-
He’s a little confused, but he got the spirit
Will advertise your art to anyone and everyone and also on his show and threatens the audience with a gun
AGAIN, a little confused. he just wuvs u so much
Yancy
I mean technically he’s kind of an artist too so he appreciates your skill and creativity
He’s very nosy and likes to look over your shoulder while you work
If you don’t like him doing that, he still does it, just more secretively
Likes to work in the same room as you.
That is if you don’t mind constant singing or tap dancing in the background
He shows off your art to anyone and everyone and gets mad if they don’t immediately say it’s fantastic
May or may not have stabbed someone over it, you’ll never know
If you show him something you’re working on, he’ll show you something he’s working on in return
The law of equivalent exchange
You tell him you can make MONEY from things like art and dancing and he goes apeshit he gets so fucking excited
If you’re like an animator and offer to animate his dancing he might actually cry
He’ll deny it constantly every day until he dies
If you make things traditionally he hangs them on the wall Everywhere
You might run out of room
By which i mean you will run out of room as soon as possible
Will never tell you a drawing is bad ever unless it’s like Really Bad which it never will be in his eyes
He loves anything and everything you do u are so precious
You have a permanent support system within the man
Google
Used to see art as pointless
Then comprehended the chemical release it causes in the brain and thought that was fine
Then saw you get really mad with something you were working on and got confused again?
If art no make good chemical, why art?
He still doesn’t understand, but that’s ok
You tried to get him to make something once
He just. Kinda. Made a buncha ones and zeroes
You still framed it and hung in on the wall and he got embarrassed
If he could blush, he would
If you draw him he looks like he doesn’t care but it’s at that point he decides he would die for you
Primary objective: answer questions as quickly as possible. Secondary objective: make u happy. Tertiary objective is to destroy mankind
If you draw bing that will disappear IMMEDIATELY you have BETRAYED him
If you ask for a color palette recommendation he Always says the google colors. Always.
You might’ve thought he was going for an rgby type of thing. But then you realize.
He is in charge of your financing. He will tell you the most efficient ways to make money as an artist and you follow then
He is also in charge of making sure you FUCKING EAT A MEAL
“But isn’t an objective to destroy mankind?” shut up he’s not happy about it either
Despite his best efforts he loves you and that ain’t gonna change
Illinois
Doesn’t fully understand
He needs to be outside at all times and cannot stay in one place
And you’re like??? Required to stay still???? For prolonged amounts of time????? Disgusting. Anyway, whatcha workin’ on?
He might ask you to try and teach him
If you do try he gives up almost immediately
Sometimes you just get so into it that you forget to do basic things and he gets upset
(i.e. eating, sleeping, living, etc.)
He gets worried about you
He is a hypocrite bc he does the same
He will drag you to bed, motherfucker
Honestly he might lock your shit somewhere until you fucking take care of yourself. it’s like a hostage situation god
“Where the fuck did you put it” “I have no clue what you mean. I might know if you eat your dinner, though”
Asshole (affectionate)
Sometimes you like make faces when you try to draw a person and it’s hilarious and cute to him
He looks at your drawings the moment you walk away but acts like he doesn’t care
He cares a lot
Will support you no matter what but will also tell you without hesitation if he thinks something looks shit
Listen he’s out of line but he’s right
Eric
Loves you a lot and will support anything and everything you choose to do or make
Drawing? Awesome! Painting? Wonderful! Animation? Superb!
He often wants to buy you supplies or something but he does not know what anything is
Fuck is a chalk pencil???? What are gel pens vs normal pens?????? Watercolor????? What the fuck are you saying??????????
Will subtly drop hints that you could,,,, draw him,,,,, maybe,,,,, if u wanna
And by subtly I mean he starts to ask and then starts crying
If you draw him he will cry again he loves u so much
If he ever were to get a tattoo it’d be something u drew. Nothing else is as important to him at the moment
He enjoys photography and film, and likes to try and bond with you over artistic things
I mean. Some things overlap.
You could talk about a single drawing for hours and he’d listen intently the whole time
Don’t ask him for feedback, it’s always some version of “it’s perfect and I love you”
Even if he hates it
Which,,,,, he might hate it sometimes
He’s not a good reviewer. 2/10, very biased
He likes to take photos when you’re in the zone
If you tell him to delete them he will
While secretly making one his home screen
Host
Hey, he gets it
He writes, he understands the hyperfocus
Sometimes he wouldn’t move from his chair for a day because he was busy writing a script
That being said, you probably have to be the one to get him to take care of himself
Or you have to take turns
Otherwise you’re both gonna fucking die
He asks you to describe your art to him and tries to picture it.
He’ll tell you if he thinks it probably looks good or bad
You shouldn’t take it to heart because he can’t see it
He is a bastard sometimes
“Well, what do you think?” “I think it looks fantastic” “Thanks, babe” “...” “... you think you’re fucking funny, don’t you”
He asks if you can draw him sometimes
No, he won’t see it, but he’ll appreciate the sentiment if you do
He will ask for your opinion on his scripts sometimes
If you say it’s bad he gets really defensive
You work in the same room a lot of the time and forget the other is there
One of you has to preemptively order food or like set a timer so you can goddamn Survive
You’ll be fine
#markiplier egos x reader#darkiplier x reader#wilford warfstache x reader#yancy x reader#illinois x reader#googleplier x reader#eric derekson x reader#eric derickson x reader#x gn reader#x gender neutral reader#darkiplier x gn reader#wilford x reader#wilford warfstache x gn reader#yancy x gn reader#illinois x gn reader#googleplier x gn reader#eric derekson x gn reader#i'll be honest i only thought about this bc i saw mark's fucking VIDEO on tiktok and got kind of excited
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not me also hating suguru and ieiri for pushing y/n to go with them on the bora-bora trip knowing full well that sera would be there too 🥲 i hate that gojo is still an insensitive asshole no matter how forgiving and kind-hearted y/n is. Motherfucker didn’t even apologize for calling her an attention seeker 😡😡😡 I literally can’t wait for the day that his heart (& dick) gets shredded into pieces 😡 he fucking deserves that ALDJAKSKA literally also can’t wait for the day that y/n MAYHAPS be Mrs. Fushiguro / Zenin (whichever surname shall be used) 🥰🥰🥰
question: do we get to see MORE of Toji in the next few chapters? 🥰🥰🥰 hehehehe
Anonymous said
I was so mad at Shoko + Geto during the scene where they bring up the Bora Bora trip. It’s already bad enough that they know about Gojo’s infidelity + just remain as bystanders. But the fact that Sera is going on the trip (that’s how I understood it) and they STILL told her to go. Not Shoko being like “it’ll still be fun” NENSNS UM sure 🙂 I’m sure we’d love to third wheel with our husband + his mistress. It’s like they pity y/n and don’t actually place themselves in her shoes the way she does for everyone else. I hope we look super hot on the trip and Gojo’s hoe ass is left high and dry 🥰 MANANS OR perhaps papi toji wants to fly out and “coincidentally” run into us there 👀
Anonymous said
it’s probably just me but inviting the mc to the bora bora trip wasn’t the right move especially finding out sera was going(?) like they had their hearts in the right place but the idea wasn’t it 😭 i’m glad they care for the mc like that tho.
Anonymous said
i don't want to go to bora bora with them 😭 especially not if sera's coming with us. ever since i found out geto knows about sera, i haven't liked them. i started to dislike ieiri for telling me to come knowing that sera was coming too, and i especially hate geto for bringing her up. imagine i didn't know about sera. but i also don't want to go because it's only for show, and that really hurts, more than if he just didn't tell me and went with sera instead. i feel like a lot is going to happen in bora bora and that it's the angst you're talking about 😭
ok let me clear this up, i am in no way defending geto and ieiri for tolerating gojo’s infidelity but if u go back to read part 7, geto asked if sera’s still coming bc it’s baffling to him how gojo may have actually still invited her. geto doesn’t mean any harm to y/n, and it was probably stupid to mention the mistress in front of the wife, but his intention was simply to confirm if sera rly is coming bc shit is surprising. ieiri, on the other hand, focused on making sure that y/n still feels invited bc it’d be rude that they talk abt a trip and not include her ?? like yea sure sera being invited is messy, but they didn’t know she was still coming now that y/n and gojo are married. moreover, y/n is the wife so ieiri believes that she deserves to be there (and spoilers! ieiri just wants to see y/n upholding her claim on gojo on this trip bc it seems like the perfect situation for y/n to confront her husband’s mistress while they’re away from everyone in japan)
since they do this trip yearly and sera has been w them once, they probably made a promise to her that they’ll come back again while assuming that sera and gojo would still be together by the time!! sera is looking forward to the trip thinking that it’s gonna be her special time away w gojo in private for a long time so there is no way she’s uninviting herself to a trip that was meant to have her in the first place :>
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Texts from the Lost Tomb, part 5.2
Also yes this is a 5 part story arc, why do you ask, no I’m not “avoiding real life work”
Main Chat
Wang Pangzi: YOU KNOW THERE ARE THOSE WHO WOULD COMPLAIN ABOUT BEING DRAGGED OUT OF BED AT AN UNGODLY HOUR FOR THE SAKE OF SOME JEWELRY AND FORCED INTO AN ADVENTURE
Wu Xie: And we are just so grateful you are above all that.
Zhang Qiling: You were fully awake and insisted we pack and go as soon as possible in case there was, and I quote, “more weird shit happening we can cash in on.”
Wu Xie: I mean it’s kind of interesting that the Zhang family sent a car for us. We could have driven. So what is going on there, I wonder?
Wang Pangzi: YOU KNOW FOR A PARANOID AND CONNIVING LITTLE SHIT YOU STILL RADIATE OBLIVIOUS BAMBI ENERGY
HATE TO BE THE ADMIRAL ACKBAR HERE BUT ITS DEF A TRAP MY BOY
WHY DO U THINK WE ARE MESSAGING AND NOT TALKING DUMMY
WERE YOU IN A TOMB ON THE DAY THEY TAUGHT PPL STRANGER DANGER
BUT NO NO YOU WERE ALL “LETS GET IN THE VAN WITH THE FREE CANDY AND PUPPIES I BET WE’RE GOING TO THE CIRCUS”
THIS IS THE LAST STRAW IM LOJACKING YOU FOR REAL THIS TIME, SHOULDVE DONE THIS YEARS AGO
Zhang Qiling: I agree, in this particular case, with Pangzi. You should not have gotten in their vehicle while we were still inside the house. It forced us to follow you into the van to prevent separation, and they seemed to be expecting that. I don’t know whether Zhang Rishan intended this, but I don’t trust him.
Wu Xie: :( I got excited and didn’t think it through. I’m sorry.
Wang Pangzi: DONT YOU GIVE US THE BIG EYES WE ARE IMMUNE
MOSTLY
SPEAKING OF IMMUNE ITS REALLY FUCKIN COLD IN HERE AND UR STILL SICK, PUT YOUR JACKET ON STUPID
Wu Xie: oh relax, I’m fine. No fever at all today, remember? I feel a lot better, too.
Wang Pangzi: YOU LEAVE ME NO CHOICE BUT TO HAVE XIAO GE INTERVENE
Zhang Qiling: It is odd to say this, but Pangzi is right again. You are barely back on your feet and could easily get worse again. Wu Xie. Jacket. Now.
Wu Xie: Oh fine. Teaming up on me, I see. Happy now?
Wang Pangzi: FUCKING ECSTATIC. NOW BACK TO HOW WE MAY BE PULLING A LI CU
Wu Xie: If it is an abduction, it wouldn’t be them moving against the whole Wu family—not with Uncle Erbai in charge. Zhang Rishan strikes me as someone who doesn’t make a move unless he is sure of his plan, and this is all a bit last-minute to be a big shift. Besides, they let Xiao Ge keep his sword and we still have all our phones.
Wang Pangzi: TOOK AWAY MY EXPLOSIVES THO THE BASTARDS
Zhang Qiling: In fairness, you were waving them around and yelling that if they tried anything it was going to be “yippeekiyay motherfucker all up in this bitch.”
Wang Pangzi: IT SOUNDS LESS COOL COMING FROM YOU. I THINK I SEE THE TEAHOUSE?
Wu Xie: me too. That’s Zhang Rishan on the steps. This must be urgent. Everybody stay shiny.
Zhang Qiling: I will be getting out first. Wu Xie in the middle, Pangzi at the rear.
Wang Pangzi: AND WHAT A VIEW;)
An hour later…
Main Chat
Wu Xie: Is everyone okay? I tried knocking but nothing is getting through, these are some solid walls.
Wu Xie: guys???
Wang Pangzi: OOPS PHONE WAS ON SILENT AND I WAS BUSY YELLING AT THE CEILING
IM PRESENT AND PISSED OFF
Zhang Qiling: Apologies, I was trying to break down the door.
Wang Pangzi: SO THIS MAY NOT BE THE TIME TO SAY I TOLD YOU SO BUT WHILE WE’RE HERE
Wu Xie: fuck Pangzi, I know, okay??
I’m an idiot, I’m so fucking stupid. It’s not like it’s the first or fiftieth time I’ve put you two in danger, either.
Wang Pangzi: HEY HEY WHOA NOW
STOP SAYING RUDE SHIT ABOUT MY FRIEND
ITS GONNA BE OKAY
DESPITE KNOWING THIS WAS A BAD IDEA I STILL COULDNT PREDICT HOW MUCH CHAOTIC LUCK THIS FAMILY HAS
DAMN IT I HATE WHEN HEI XIAZI IS RIGHT ABOUT THINGS
Zhang Qiling: I’m sorry. This is my fault. My line has a ruthlessly pragmatic streak and they’ve clearly wanted to test us separately to see why the necklace reacted to our arrival like that. It does not excuse Zhang Rishan trapping us in these separate rooms.
Wang Pangzi: UHH BITCH I SAID THIS FAMILY NOT YOUR FAMILY
THIS AINT ABOUT THEM
YOUR FAMILY IS ON MY SHIT LIST EFFECTIVE IMMEDIATELY
THIS FAMILY MEANT US OBVS
UGH ANY SIGN OF THE BASTARDS?
Zhang Qiling: no. Wu Xie?
Zhang Qiling: Wu Xie, answer me.
Wang Pangzi: WU XIE
TIANZHEN
PICK UP YOUR FUCKING PHONE DAMNIT YOU'RE SCARING XIAOGE
Zhang Qiling: I’m going to try breaking down the door again.
Wu Xie: Hello, Wang Pangzi and Zhang Qiling. My apologies for the rather inhospitable circumstances, but this seemed expedient considering the unknown qualities of the necklace. I could not be sure who was causing what, or what could happen next, and thus have temporarily set you in separate rooms for the sake of everyone’s safety.
Wang Pangzi: WTF GIVE HIM BACK HIS FUCKIN PHONE ZHANG RISHAN I KNOW ITS YOU YOU PRETENTIOUS ANTIQUE
WE DESTROYED THIS PLACE BEFORE AND WE CAN DO IT AGAIN
Zhang Qiling: Your concerns for everyone’s safety are noted. Thank you for whatever you believe you’ve done right here.
Now. If you release us immediately and return Wu Xie to us, we will consider leaving without direct personal retribution.
Wang Pangzi: WHAT HE SAID AND ALSO YOU SUCK
Wu Xie: I regret that this has happened, I hope to make it up to you in the future. For the purpose of today’s needs, however—I will have my men escort the two of you out if you so desire, but unfortunately Wu Xie will need to stay until we have finished examining him.
Wang Pangzi: EXAMINING??? YOU FUCKING PERV HANDS OFF HE MAY BE THE BELLE OF THE BALL BUT HIS DANCE CARD IS SPOKEN FOR
I SWEAR I DID NOT GO THROUGH TEN YEARS OF THIS STARCROSSED CLUSTERFUCK FOR YOU TO SWOOP IN AND STEAL MY FRIENDS BF
Wu Xie: There is no call for rudeness. He will not be harmed. The artifact was responding to him directly. It has not lit up like this in over 200 years, and I need to understand why it is responding, and responding to someone who is not our kin, which it has never done before. This could have implications for everyone in my family if it could protect someone at the right moment.
Wang Pangzi: OKAY BUT CONSIDERING OUR TRACK RECORD IN THIS BUILDING AND THE SITUATION AT HAND Y’ALL ARE ABOUT TO NEED PROTECTION
Wu Xie: The testing would be going better if Wu Xie wasn’t worrying himself unnecessarily over where you both are, it’s making our readings difficult.
Wang Pangzi: OH GEE SO SORRY YOUR KIDNAPPING VICTIMS ARENT THRILLED TO BE HERE TO SAMPLE YOUR CREEPY JEWELRY BOX BUT THAT SOUNDS LIKE A YOU PROBLEM
Zhang Qiling: Zhang Rishan. I appreciate that you must think of our family first in your decisions. As must I. I hope you can appreciate what that means for decisions I make.
Wang Pangzi: HEHEHE SO TRUE BESTIE
YOU PISSED OFF THE WRONG GOTH TODAY BUDDY BOY
Zhang Qiling: A compromise: we stay with him as you run your tests. That will calm him and assuage Pangzi’s concerns and prevent me from…testing the limits of your lifespan.
Wu Xie: I accept that this may temporarily impact our relations, but am hopeful that you will come to understand that sometimes I need to make certain choices for this family that are…difficult. I will come to let you—One moment. Something seems to be happening.
Babysitters Club Chat
Wang Pangzi: OH SO WE ARE GONNA JUST POLITELY SIT WITH WU XIE AS STRANGERS POKE HIM WITH NEEDLES ARE WE HUH WELL LOOK WHOS BEING A HELPFUL LITTLE LAB ASSISTANT
Zhang Qiling: I’m attempting to convince him to let us out. Of course we will not simply sit there. Some lying to gain trust is necessary here.
Wang Pangzi: UR BEIN A SHADY BITCH XIAOGE AND ITS HOT
THATS WHY YOUR TATTOO IS SO BIG ITS FULL OF SECRETS
ALWAYS KNEW YOU HAD IT IN YOU TO—WAIT WHAT WAS THAT SOUND??
At the same time…
Bonnie and Clyde Chat
Xie Yuchen: …so, this is not what I expected to find.
Hei Yangjing: yeah kiddo is a bit freaked out:/ this sucks. I mean I get that they are concerned blah blah blah necklace goes brightbright but maybe we should go find the other two
or at least find a way to let Wu Xie know we are here, that room he’s in looks like a dungeon and not in a good way
Xie Yuchen: Does it look like I’m able to do anything right now? Also, I’m fairly certain they won’t be harmed. Zhang Rishan may be callous, but he isn’t stupid.
Hei Yangjing: r u kidding
he split up Romeo and Juliet, then left Romeo with a sword—seems pretty stupid to me
Xie Yuchen: Yeah I’m not going near that. He made his bed with that choice. What can you see? These Neanderthal guards are blocking my view.
Hei Yangjing: uh so there’s like a lab table situation
Wu Xie isn’t tied up, a good sign in this context
I can’t see what those people are holding, they’re talking a lot and some asshole just grabbed Wu Xie’s arm, looks like maybe they are putting in an IV?
The necklace is—oh. Oh shit.
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Hotel Happenings, Part 1
Alpha’s!Stucky x Human?Reader
TW: Nothing in this bit, kiddo’s. Still rating this as 18+ since later parts will be smutty.
AN: So I was going to wait until I had this finished, but then I got excited and,,,,,,, yeah here we are.
The wind whisked over the small motel nestled just on the edge of town. Small spits of rain stuttered out of patchy clouds, indecisive as to wear it should end its journey. Another journey was ending that night, and a new one would begin shortly after…
……………………
The package on the doorstep was small, placed just out of the light spring rain in the shelter of the curved trellis, covered in perfumed wisteria, that arched over the door. A small whine came from the mass, a thin cry that hardly permeated the howling wind. The cry grew louder after a moment, turning from a whine to a wail. It was enough to alert the house’s aging occupant.
“Abbey, look what we have here…” The woman spoke softly, a small bundle of rags nestled against her bosom as she pushed the door closed against the wind. She sat down in the old rocking chair- nearly knocking over the knitting she had been slaving over- turning on the pull-chain lamp beside on the table. A soft glow illuminated her wizened face, as well as the soft, new face swaddled within the bundle. The cries subsided as the old woman gently rocked, soothing the babe.
“Someone has left us a present, Abbey,” she cooed. A sleek tabby cat placed its front paws on her knees, stretching up to smell the wiggling mass of rags. A gentle purr emanated from its chest as it clamored up beside the woman, watching the small, squirming babe. “A little present on our doorstep… what do you think, Abbey?”
The cat, after several moments of perceived deliberation, gave a small mew. It may have had something to do with the tiny hand that emerged from the cloth and batted the feline’s nose, but the elderly woman saw it as an answer. “Yes, Abbey, I agree. It is rude to return a gift.” She stroked one hand over the sparse hair of the newborn’s head.
She gingerly pushed back the wrappings, exposing the tiny, shivering lass. “Such a small little one…” she cooed as she rubbed warmth back into the infant’s hands and feet. “Too small for an Other, so I’d say you’re a teeny tiny human, hmm?” The baby responded with a weak cry. “Ah,” she said with a gentle smile, “lets see if we have any milk in the icebox..”
..…………A couple handfuls of years later………….
“Thank you for staying! Come again soon,” the woman called as she waved to the businessman strolling out the door. He waved briefly, not the type to make a comment. Always on the go, always on the move. It made her sad to know there were people out there who couldn’t stop to enjoy the small things like a warm bed and home-cooked food. It satisfied her, though, knowing she could provide that for at least one or two nights.
A newlywed couple emerged from the hall, their suitcase rattling behind them. Both wore broad smiles as they trailed over the worn carpet towards the small front desk, settling their baggage as they paid for the stay. The woman behind it met their cheerful grins eagerly. She loved to see happiness, especially so early in the morning.
“Here’s the key, miss,” the shorter man said, placing the key with its jaunty frilled keychain on the desk. “Lovely room, thank you so much. The view of the town was incredible. Who knew such a little place would have such fantastic scenery! Almost pains us to leave.”
“No problem, hun,” the woman exclaimed as she hung the key back up on the wall behind her, ready for whoever would occupy the room next after housekeeping cleaned it up. “I’m so glad you enjoyed your stay. It’s always a treat to have newlyweds here. As you can imagine, not many people decide to spend part of their honeymoon in such a small, out-of-the-way town. Where’d you say your going next?”
The taller man answer, hand resting on his husband’s, caressing his knuckles gently. “Grand Rapids is the plan, but, well, who knows? Maybe we’ll find another charming little place to stay in along the way.” He glanced at his husband, smiling. It warmed the woman’s heart to see two people so enamored with each other.
“Best of wishes to you both, then!” she replied with a smile. The couple gathered their bags once more, checking them over. They departed with another round of gratuitous words.
“Y’know,” the shorter man said as they walked out the door, the woman barely overhearing, “It’s so nice to find a place that’s so inviting. So homey.” His husband nodded in agreement as they slipped into their car and drove away, onto their next adventure with each other.
The woman smiled as she turned back to her work. It made her day to hear comments like that. It was really why she kept the place going. If anything, it’d be easier to sell and find a small house and get a job at the local grocer’s or something like that, but this place was special. It felt like home to her, too, because it was her home. She supposed it always would be.
“Kiddo?” an aging voice creaked, interrupting her train of thought. The woman jumped up and walked quickly to the office, pushing open the door. It creaked, reminding her that it needed oiling later, just as the front doors did. And every other door in the ancient building. Oh, it was a labor to keep up with the place, but it was a labor of love.
“Yeah, Mama Ro? What’d you need?” She slid in the door gap, nudging a stack of boxed papers gently aside with her hip. The elderly woman seated in the rocker beside the window turned her face up towards her, smiling. Her eyes were milky and sightless now, but the woman swore they could still see right through her. Mama Ro was a sharp lady, even in her advanced age.
“Nothin’, sugar. Just a glass a water, if ya’ don’t mind.” Her voice was scratchy, as most voices become when they’ve been in use for nearly 97 years. It carried a tone of mischief that would startle anyone not familiar to her. Most would be surprised to find such spirit contained in such a worn vessel. Worn, but beautiful and wise. “Wanted ta’ ask if that cute pair ‘a kids enjoyed their stay. They seemed s’ sweet.”
The woman smiled and grabbed a paper cup, filling it from the water dispenser just outside the room. She returned and handed it to Ro, making sure the elder’s arthritic hands had a good grasp before pulling away. “They said the room was lovely. Mentioned the view too, just like you thought they’d enjoy. I swear, Mama Ro, I don’t know how you do it. It’s like you can read their minds!”
The elder woman chuckled. The wrinkles around her eyes were accentuated, years of smiling etched into her soft, dark skin. A smile bloomed on her face, nearly a mischievous grin. Scratch that, the woman thought, it was mischievous. Indeed, it was mischievous as always.
“Baby, it’s called 96 an’ a half years of experience. You don’t stick around as long as I hav’ without pickin up a few people-readin skills.” She laughed again, water sloshing out of the cup in her hand. “You’ll get there someday, I know it.” She nodded with a certainty that defied the rules of probability themself. Ro was a sharp lady.
The woman smiled, kissing Ro’s cheek. The old woman patted the younger woman’s hand as she pulled away. “Better go check the desk, young’un,” she instructed with a poke to the woman’s side.
The woman raised her eyebrows. “Oh? I didn’t hear anything…” It amazed her how acute Ro’s senses were sometimes. “I’ll check on you in a little while, alright Mama,” she said as she neared the door, looking back at the elderly lady. Both their expressions were nothing short of affectionate. She waved her gnarled hand.
“Shoo, baby, before the customers leave.” Her voice was jovial as ever. The woman smiled and ducked out the door with a quick yes ma’am. She made sure it was partially open, so she could hear if Ro called, before turning back to the lobby. She was shocked to see a large group of people crowded into the relatively small room, talking amongst themselves and examining the front desk curiously.
Hurriedly she returned to the desk, rushing to put things in order without further regard towards the nature of the guests. “Sorry about the wait,” she said quickly a she searched for the sign-in book. She finally found it, placing it open on the desk. She looked up to address the crowd again. “If you all could ple-”
Her voice died in her throat as she blinked rapidly. Now that was definitely something you would expect in a small town. She swallowed, shaking her head to clear her thoughts. “U-uh, sorry. Just, please, um, sign in here.” She fumbled for a pen, placing it on the book. “I-if you’d group your names to show who’s rooming with who, I m-ean IF any of you are rooming together- We have plenty of sp-pace if not-”
The man at the front of the group chuckled. “Alright, Miss, will do.” He grabbed the pen and book, turning to his companions and allowing the woman a moment to process what exactly was happening. Her heart raced as her mind raced at equal speed.
The Avengers. In her lobby.
Definitely not something you’d expect in a small town.
…………………………
Tony Stark handed the woman the sign-in book. Tony Freaking Stark. She swore she was going to pass out. Who knows, maybe one of them would give her mouth-to-mouth. She almost passed out at the thought. She sat the book down and gathered up the room keys, sighing in relief when one remained, meaning she wouldn’t have to rush to clean the last room in a frantic mess in front of the motherfucking Avengers.
“Right this way,” she said, leading into the hallway that wrapped through the building. “Luckily, there aren’t any other boarders at the moment, so you’ll have the place to yourselves.” Each person filtered into the rooms with a smile and a thank you, all seeming eager for a rest. From the look of it, she’d guess they had been on some sort of long mission. “Dinner is at 7, just across the hall from the front if anyone would like to eat then. If not, there’s a couple small restaurants in town that are very nice.”
She took a deep breath as the last door shut, relieved to be out from under the scrutiny of the famous (or infamous, to some) group of people. It was an honor to have them want to stay there of all places, but it increased her workload by a lot. Heck, she didn’t even know how long they’d be staying. She forced herself to breath as she headed back towards the front. Might as well get a start on dinner now, she thought as she returned to the desk to make sure everything was in order, heaven forbid she be caught late in front of-
The bell above the door rang, causing her to nearly jump out of her skin. Two more men walked in, and the woman thought she’d absolutely die. It was THE Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes. She swallowed thickly. She had thought the group had looked a bit small, and no wonder. It had been missing the two beefiest (Earth) people in the Avengers, the super-soldiers.
“We lagged a bit behind the others,” Steve said as he strode to the desk, “got a little caught up in the scenery.” He leaned down to sign in, flashing the woman a s mile that God would envy. She thought her heart was going to jump out of her chest as she tried to process what had happened in the past ten minutes. “Buck and I will room together, if that’s alright.”
“O-of course,” she stammered, nodding. She stepped back and grabbed the last key, frowning slightly as she realized she’d have to clean up the last room quickly as possible. “Oh, um. I-I’ll need to clean this room,” she said apologetically, ducking her head. “The couple using it left just before y-you all arrived. I’m so sorry about this, really I-”
Steve chuckled, patting her shoulder casually with a -massive- hand. “Don’t worry about it. We can always spend a little time in town while you clean. Or we could help, if that’s alright? I don’t want you to feel rushed.” His face was almost sheepish, his expression making her heart leap in her chest. With a wince she realized she had been staring. He seemed to realize he hadn’t taken his hand of her shoulder at the same time and pulled away, cheeks flushed an almost unnoticeable shade of pink.
Face blazing, she shook her head. “No, no, no don’t worry about that, it’s no trouble at all-” She paused, noticing the bags Bucky was carrying. “O-oh! Can I help you with those, they look heavy,” the super-soldier detail momentarily escaping the woman’s mind as she stammered.
Bucky smiled, something that was rare in and of itself. He never smiled in the news footage they showed. Her heart skipped a beat. It was every bit as beautiful as Steve’s, and oh lord if it wouldn’t be the death of her. “It’s alright, ma’am,” he chuckled. “Could we stop by the room to drop off our things before we head out?”
She nodded, twisting the key between her fingers as she turned towards the hall. “Of course. Right this way.” The two followed closely down the hallway. Steve examined the doors as they passed by, taking note of all of the features.
“This place looks pretty old, huh?” he asked casually as they reached the last room, “But well-kept too.” She opened the door and let them into their room, nodding. She hung the key on a hook by the door.
“Yes. Built in the late 1800’s. It’s been in Ro, the owner’s, family since then.” She headed into the room behind him, already busying herself with tidying the small space. She began to pull the sheets off the bed as Steve and Bucky placed their bags in the wardrobe.
“You aren’t the owner?” Bucky asked casually as he shut the door, watching her with a surprised look.
“Huh? Oh, no,” she chuckled. “I don’t own this place. Maybe someday, but for now I just work for the owner. Have since I was little.” She bunched up the sheets and placed them in the hallway to take to the wash later. Retrieving fresh ones from the room’s linen closet, she continued to work.
“So your family works for the owner’s family?” Steve inquired, walking over to help lift the corner of the mattress so she could tuck the lower sheet beneath properly. She made a mental note to look into bulk ordering some fitted sheets as she thanked him softly.
“No, I guess you could say I am family, sort-of. Ro raised me after I kinda just… showed up on her doorstep one day,” she explained as she turned back the sheets, spreading the quilt and fluffing the pillows just so. They had to be perfect, it was very important they were perfect. For what reason, she didn’t really know. “Ro is a saint, really.”
“Showed up?” Bucky said, confused. He didn’t want to pry but curiosity understandably got the best of him. Steve shot him a look. he grinned sheepishly back. The woman walked to the bathroom, kneeling down to retrieve cleaning supplies from beneath the sink.
“Yes, though not really of my own volition. Dropped of here as a newborn.” She wondered briefly if they’d find that odd, then wondered why she had even mentioned it. She usually kept that part of her life quiet. Small towns tend to be rumor pools, and she didn’t want the hotel to suffer just because some odd circumstances spawned weird gossip.
Steve raised his eyebrows. “Oh, well, that’s a shame. I mean, not a shame, you seem happy here, I uh-” He stumbled over his words, Bucky choking back a laugh behind him. Even after all these years, Steve still didn’t know how to talk to women.
Bucky patted Steve on the back, grabbing the hem of his shirt and tugging him towards the door. “Don’t worry miss, I’ll get him out of your hair,” he chuckled, playfully shoving Steve out into the hall. She peeked out of the bathroom, cleaning rag in one hand.
“Alright, I should be done within an hour. Again, I’m really sorry about the wait.” Her apologetic ways were endearing. Something about her made Bucky’s chest feel oddly warm. From the look on Steve’s face, he felt it too.
“Don’t worry about that, ma’am,” he said as he stepped out of the room. “By the way,” he found himself blurting on a whim, “what’s your designation. I know that’s a bit of an odd thing to ask, but it’s hard to tell, a little. Maybe it’s just the cleaning supplies or something.”
She paused her work, confused. “I-I don’t have one,” she called back, brow furrowed. “I’m a human. Maybe you’re smell, er, scenting previous tenants?”
Bucky and Steve exchanged a confused glance. “Alright, sorry to bother. We’ll get going then, and thank you for the room,” Steve rushed awkwardly, shutting the door before things could get more embarrassing. Something was off here.
They walked back down the hall silently, thinking. Steve opened the front door for Bucky, musing.
“You don’t really believe that, do you?” the brunette said, looking at Steve as they walked down the wooded trail that led to the town. “I don’t mean to imply she’s lying, but there’s no way that girl is human. I saw the way you reacted to her, and I sure as hell know how I reacted.”
Steve frowned, thinking. He nodded slowly. “Reacted… you mean you felt that too? Do you think she’s an Omega? Or at least a Beta?”
Bucky shrugged. “One of those. Definitely not an Alpha. Her scent is so faint though.” He went quiet for another few moments before speaking once more. “And I know for a fact that Natasha and Bruce are the only other Designates that have been in there in a long time, hell, even in the whole town. We were smelling her, not someone else. It had to be her.”
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Baby Shoes - Chapter 5
Bubby has been a doctor at Black Mesa for 20 years, living there for 50. He’s been bouncing around from project to project, working on whatever needs most help. He doesn’t have any opinions on his work or his coworkers or anything like that, preferring to keep to himself.
Then he meets Black Mesa’s newest project.
AKA: Bubby is Benrey’s dad au.
title from “Baby Shoes” by Bad Books.
thank u to my friend gordon for beta reading even after i threatened to steal his blood <3 ilu bitch
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Bubby had forgotten about the tinfoil until he walks into Zeki’s office. She’s ripping it off her desk, a few hairs slipping from her careful bun, and Bubby has to hide his smile behind his hand.
“Did you have something to do with this?” she demands, throwing a ball of tinfoil on the floor.
“I’ve been with the subject all day. You can check the cameras, if you want.”
“I just might,” Zeki warns. She pulls another sheet off her chair and collapses into it. “So. Where are we moving you? The tube is all ready.”
“B-22,” Bubby says. “Near the break room. The L-shaped one.”
“The storage room?”
“It’s been years since it’s stored anything but dust.”
Zeki frowns, ripping the tinfoil off a pen. “You don’t need to do this, you know.”
“You offered, didn’t you? A real scientist is willing to try new things.”
She grits her teeth. “I’ll get it cleared with -”
“Aren’t you the department head?”
There’s a pause. Bubby doesn’t look away from Zeki, pale blue eyes staring into green.
“Fine,” she spits. “I’ll ask the cleaning crew to clear it out.”
Bubby smiles. “I’ll start packing my things.”
He turns on his heel, leaving Zeki to her paperwork and her tinfoil covered office.
Dekkard’s back in the breakroom, sat in the corner eating his doritos. “They are stale,” he informs Bubby as he sits down across from him.
“Zeki approved the room.”
Dekkard drops the bag. “She did?”
“Very begrudgingly, I might add. Though I think at least some of her frustration was due to the tinfoil covering every available surface.”
Dekkard beams at him. “Today has truly been a wonderful day.”
“I’ll miss you after she kills you.” Bubby reaches across the table, grabbing one of Dekkard’s doritos. They’re stale, and he doesn’t even like chips, but he hasn’t eaten since this morning. Dekkard nudges the bag closer to Bubby, and before he realizes it, the bag is empty. “Alright, well, I have other work to get back to.”
Dekkard frowns. “I think you mean you have lunch to get back to.”
“I don’t have time for that. I need-”
“To take a break.”
Bubby huffs. “I’m not going to let myself be lectured by someone half my age.”
“I’m not lecturing you! I’m just saying, you seem kinda stressed, and I was thinking of heading over to the cafeteria to get something more substantial. I thought maybe you’d wanna come with.”
“To the cafeteria? Absolutely not.”
“It’s not like there’s somewhere else we can get food,”
“See, that’s where you’re wrong. Come with me.” He doesn’t wait for Dekkard, standing up and leaving, though the sound of footsteps behind him means Dekkard must be following. “You know, cooking is a kind of science.”
“Is it?”
“I’d say so.” He leads Dekkard out of the Biological Research wing, down a flight of stairs. “And I think someone high up agreed with me, once.” The area they’re in was something, once, but now it’s abandoned. The lights burst years ago, the only illumination left coming from the level above.
“Did you bring me out here to kill me?” Dekkard asks, picking his way through the room.
“If I wanted to kill you, you’d already be dead. Here, this way.” It takes Bubby a moment to pry the door open, the hinges stiff from disuse. “I have no idea what this used to be, but. No one ever comes here.”
It was likely a lab of some sort - of course it was, that’s what Black Mesa does - but it was surprisingly easy to turn it into a kitchen. There’s a makeshift stove, no source of fire since Bubby can make that himself but just something to hold the flames. Scales and flasks serve as something like measuring cups, and he’s stolen various blades from around the facilities, along with any else he can get his hands on. It’s messy, but it’s serviceable.
“I try to keep it decently stocked here, but it can be tricky to find ingredients. But I’m sure you’ll find anything we can make down here leagues better than the garbage they serve in the cafeteria.”
“Did you make this?” Dekkard asks, poking at a burner. “Shit, maybe you really are the Ultimate Lifeform or whatever. This is - I’ll admit it, this is clever.”
“I’m glad someone recognizes my genius.” He crosses the room, over to the makeshift freezer and his stolen microwave. “Do not tell anyone about this, though. I will kill you.”
“Secret’s safe with me.”
“I don’t have the ingredients for anything too complicated. How do you feel about pasta? I’ve got some frozen pasta sauce I can heat up.”
Dekkard has made his way to the table. It was about to be thrown out when Bubby stole and repaired it all on his own. There’s only two chairs, but they at least are in good shape. “That sounds incredible.” He collapses into a chair, laying his head on the table. “Do you know how long it’s been since I’ve eaten real food? Everything in the cafeteria tastes like cardboard.”
“I’m familiar,” Bubby says, getting out a pot. He lights the burner with a snap of his fingers, enjoying how Dekkard’s eyebrows raise up into his hairline.
He sits down across from Dekkard as he waits for the water to boil, drumming his fingers on the table. Dekkard keeps staring at the pot, then at Bubby.
“Is something wrong? You’re staring.”
“Have you really been here your whole life?” Dekkard asks. Bubby sighs.
“Yes.”
“You’ve never - I mean you’ve been outside, right?”
“Once or twice.”
“Sorry, that - that’s a rude question, huh?”
“A bit, yes.” The water sounds like it’s bubbling, so Bubby takes it as an excuse to get up. Dekkard remains seated. “Is there a reason you’re asking this?”
“Just thinking about - about Benrey.”
Bubby adds the pasta to the pot, stirring it. “Ah.”
“I’m not gonna try and say I get it, exactly, but I think I’ve got an idea of what’s going on here. And I’m not saying it’s a bad thing, or anything, but -”
“I know what I’m doing, Dekkard.” He doesn’t have to turn to imagine the look on Dekkard’s face, one eyebrow raised and the other flat. “Yes, I’ll admit, I might be...attached. But I’m not an idiot, alright? I’ve heard all the stories.”
“Zeki tell you about Dr. Tipton?”
“She was trying to scare me. I’ve had my fair share of encounters with him. Whatever Benrey did, I’m sure he deserved it.”
Dekkard’s quiet for a moment. When Bubby turns, he’s staring at the pasta, hand resting on his chin.
“I can see the gears in your brain trying to work,” Bubby says, turning back.
“You think they’re like you.”
“They are like me.” He continues stirring, directing all his focus into the movements of his arm. “They didn’t even have a name. I can’t - I can do something, here. I can’t just sit by and ignore this when I can do something.”
No one ever did anything for him. He’d spent seventeen years in that god forsaken tube before anyone had even considered letting him out, and it was another twelve after that before he was allowed any scrap of freedom. Even now, his autonomy is challenged constantly, by scientists half his age with a fraction of his knowledge.
Benrey doesn’t even have the luxury of being a valued experiment. Based on what Zeki’s said, Benrey’s only kept around because nothing seems to kill them, and they’re interesting to study.
If Bubby can do something - anything - then he has to.
“Hey,” Dekkard says. “Uh. I think the pot is on fire.”
“Oh, motherfucker.” Bubby shuts his eyes, taking a deep breath, willing the flames to die down. “I was...distracted.”
“Can’t help but feel like that was my fault.”
“A little.”
“...sorry.”
It’s nothing unsalvageable, at least. The noodles are a bit too soft, but that’s fine.
He grabs the jar of sauce out of the freezer, heating it in his hands. He can feel Dekkard watching him as he scoops the noodles into bowls, pouring sauce over each serving. The air’s gone tense.
“Sorry,” Dekkard mumbles again as Bubby passes him a fork. He sighs.
“It’s fine. Nothing I haven’t heard before.”
“But that’s the problem, isn’t it? Look, I might be underqualified, but I’m not stupid. I see how Zeki and all the other guys talk to you. I don’t wanna be like that.”
“I put this area together five years ago,” Bubby says, spinning his noodles around his fork. “You are the first person I’ve ever invited down here.”
“Is this your way of saying we’re friends?”
Bubby purses his lips. “I don’t think I’d go that far.”
Dekkard snorts. “Alright. Acquaintances.”
“Coworkers.”
“Oh, that’s harsh.”
“Shut up and eat your pasta.”
Dekkard does, for once, shut up. He eats like it’s the first meal he’s had in decades, like some kind of rabid animal, and then leans back against his chair.
“That was the best meal I’ve had since I started working here.”
“Well, if you behave, maybe there’ll be more in the future.”
“Can’t believe you’d stoop to bribes.”
It’s...nice, Bubby thinks. Sitting down here, eating and joking with someone. Maybe Dekkard was right when he called them friends.
Still won’t admit it out loud, though. He has some dignity left.
#hlvrai#bubby#bubby hlvrai#dr bubby#half life vr but the ai is self aware#cora writes#baby shoes au#i hope u all enjoy my favourite idiot <3#adventures of cora
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I was just listening to creepypasta and got an idea. Could you do hcs for Bakugo and Kirishima’s reactions to seeing a scary fucking demon/ghost or whatever while they’re hanging out with their crush in some creepy place? Or really, just any situation where they’re hanging with their crush and some scary paranormal shit starts happening. I’m in a big mood for some horror. This would make my LIFE thank you 🙌🏻
I’m such a huge horror fan so this made me uwu so hard (also i hope you don’t mind but I made separate scenarios for them but if you wanted poly I could do that 🥺👉👈)
Warnings: Gory Descriptions!!! + Ouija Boards + Kaminari being a dumbass
Kiricutie + Bakubabe experiencing some scary shit with their s/o
🦈 kiricutie 🦈
It was all Denki’s fault
That living enbodiment of a phone charger was the one who dared the entirety of the bakusquad to go to this “haunted” house
Bakugou, of course, said he had better things to do but,,,
Kirishima (being the manliest man he is) just had to be there to protect his s/o from all the bad spirits and creatures of the night
But the thing is- Kirishima is fucking terrified.
You, on the other hand, are so excited maybe a bit nervous and he wants to be one to protect you and be your man
Kaminari, Mina and Sero get too far ahead of themselves and rush off into different parts of the attraction so it's just you and the sharp-toothed cutie,,,all alone,,,in a dark, supposedly haunted house. Oof.
At first,It isn’t as bad as Kirishima thought. Plus, he gets to spend time with you and whenever you’d hear a scream you would unconsciously brush your hand against his and suddenly he doesn’t even realize that he was anxious in the first place. That is until you get to this bloody door that explicitly says ‘Do Not Enter’.
“Oh well, I guess we’ll just have to move on then, s/o”
Being the dumbass you are,,,You grabbed Kirishima’s hand and busted through the door (all that you could think of was ‘I need to see some ghost cheeks 👻’)
The room was dark and had a overwhelming stench to it. So, you ran your hand over the wall to find a light switch
all the while, kiri is begging that you two meet up with everyone else but 👏them👏ghost👏 cheeks👏
when you did find the strangely wet lightswitch, you turned it on to discover the fresh blood dripping down your hands and wondering why kirishima was so silent, you turned around.
He was in some state of shock, his once bright and tanned skin is now a sickly pale. He moves in front of you when you tried to follow his eyesight, desperately trying to protect you from the horrendous sight but you managed to take a look from over his shoulder
The entire room had dark crimson sludge splattered on the walls and the ground they currently stood on.
But that wasn’t even the worst of it.
It was the various amounts of flesh and guts scattered over a steel, rusted autopsy table where a body laid still as a rock. The body was mutilated and had several markings on it
The two of you weren't sure if it was real or just very detailed decorations but you both shared a look that told each other that they needed to leave and get help.
You moved quickly through the house to find your friends, still joining hands with Kirishima.
When you found Kaminari, Mina and Sero roasting a Pennywise cosplayer, you and Eijirou let out a breath of relief and pleaded them to come with you so you could show them the fucking mess y'all witnessed but when you got to the cursed hallway that you swore had a row of doors along it-
The door was fucking gone?!?
Everyone except you and Eijirou, who were both shocked and sick to their stomachs, was laughing and playing it off as a joke but
Whatever the fuck you both experienced together sure as hell bonded you for life.
💥bakubaby💥
Bakugou doesn't scare easy. This bitch used to watch horror movies when he was 3 years old and had hardcore death metal as his lullaby.
He a tough boi
But when it comes to you, he's so fucking soft and full of warmth 🥰
He fucking loves you even tho you can be kinda stupid sometimes all the time
Like right now, You and Bakubae were at a party that Hagakure was throwing and normally Bakugou would be like ‘fuck no I rather stick a cactus up my ass than hang out with a bunch of extras’ but when you looked so sad that he didn’t want to come with you and said ‘oh,,,that’s fine I guess,,,I’ll just ask Todoroki to come with me’
YOU ALREADY KNOW THIS BITCH DID NOT HESITATE TO LET YOU KNOW YOUR ASS IS HIS
and vice versa (“that bakubooty is MINE NOW,THOTS” - S/O declares from the roof of U.A)
The party was lame and the only thing interesting so far was seeing Iida get drunk and dance to Old Time Road.
Until you ask Momo to whip out an Ouija board from her titties.
Now, Bakugou doesn't really believe in ghosts or shit like that but for some reason, he just has this weird feeling about all of this
But he doesn't want to be seen as a weakling because of a stupid board with the alphabet on it.
You call over Deku and Icy-hot to join you in conjuring some motherfucking ghOSTs
You deadass had to pick all the people he absolutely hates, didn’t you?
Anyway, Bakugou couldn’t let these weak extras show him up so he grabs the planchette and asks you how the fuck this shitty toy works.
when you put your hand on his, he uwus so hard omg
but then dEKU and pRinCe zUkO had to ruin everything by putting their hands on the piece of wood too.
bruh shouto better watch tf out because if he sees y’alls pinkies brush against each other one more fucking time he’s going to go FERAL
The shitty wood chip started to pull their hands toward the ‘HELLO’ side of the board and bakugou went *surprised pikachu face*
HE WASNT SCARED HES JUST TAKEN ABACK FUCKING STUPID DEKU I BET HIS WEAK ASS MOVED IT
“Now we’re supposed to ask it questions.”
”U-um are you here to hurt us?”
”SHUT IT ICYHOT AND STUPID DEKU!,,,I got shit to ask this little dead bitch!!”
Bakudumbass, you should never insult a spirit wtf.
After his rude remark, the candles that you had lit around the four of you suddenly went out. I mean it wasn’t a big deal because shouto could easily light them back up but it definitely shook the lot of you to your core.
When the candles were relit, you couldn’t but help to notice that Izuku was missing from the circle
Oh shit
Bakugou thinks that this is all some stupid fucking scheme to get back at him and he swears when he finds Deku, he will break his bones worse than one for all ever could.
But he shuts that thought down the moment that he senses the burning feeling of eyes staring right into his soul. He looks behind him at the dark shadowy figure that seems to be using the freckled, green-haired hero as it's vessel.
Izuku’s once emerald-green eyes are now a shade of glowing crimson and his once warm, friendly smile now a gruesomely wide smirk as his body now dangles from the air.
Ŷ̵̝̌̂o̴̳͖̼̐͜͝u̷̧̠͙̫̭͖͍͋̍͠ ̵͉̮̲̌̓ň̶͔͊̎͘͝͝ĕ̸̬̜͔̑e̶̤̞̹̜̮̗͂̈́͂͜d̷̡̨̙͎̩̭̭̱̜̟̎̒ ̴̧̬̯̠̼͈̹̽̋͒t̵͓̖͙͍̯̜̣̲̅̀o̸̪͈͓̤͍̖̘͔͎͓͋̂̑ ̴̢̢͙̙͎̠̘̳̳̄̈̉̋ͅl̶̗̭̮͑̃̃͌é̷̜͓̫͚́̐͗̅̃̑á̶̜̲̪̟͙͕͍̹̀̓͋͆͐̉̔ř̴͓͈̥̜̜͆̌̑̓̊͝͠ṋ̷̜͍̲̈͘ ̸̞̘̱̥̞̬̣̫̾h̵͎̻͔̼̻̜̓́͋͘͘o̵̳̭̬͙̠̹̪͇̮͊̈̏̊̕͜w̷̭̟͙̱͔͕̃͋̈́̇̕̚͘͘ ̵̦͎̳͋̀͝͝t̵̢̨̗͖͖͇̺͔͖̾̄͌͗̓̾̀ö̴̲́̀ ̸͇͔̱̟̹̫͓̙̀̏̐̌̆͛̋͑͊ṯ̴̡̭͕̮̯̭̘̌̇̽̉͂̾̓̚͜r̷̪͙͎̱̩͚̻͛̾̓̉̉̓̐̿̀͘ȩ̴̧̣͈͚̗͓̯͚͂̀̈̽̚a̷̛̛̠͙̬͖̾͂t̶̡́̕ ̴̨̡̠̰̮͕͍̘̩͎͌ò̸͖̈̏͜t̶̑͒̿̔̓̈͝͠��͎̼h̷̨͎̲͔̭̖̗̼̘̅̂͂͗͐̍è̷̝̥̠̬̮͈̮̟̔r̸͍͔̳͕̼͛s̷̨̫̼̙̠͉͓̰̽̊̊̔̀͊̃ ̷̛̰̞̳̖̻͕͕̘̝̹̀̎̕k̷͍̳̥̊̋̂̎͒͑̉̽̈́͌ͅḯ̴̩̹̥̤͉̭̘ņ̸̟͎͕̜̞̥̩̬̝͑̋̊̈́̑̏̀̆͐͘ď̸̜̬͇̙̫͉̬̔̏̀̓͊͋l̸̺̲̤̦̼̓̐̀͒̆ẏ̸̖̟͕̣͔̦̳͜,̶̥͇̝͙͔͎̬͌͐̌” ̵̡̻̺̟̻͓͊B̶͖͇̣̲̙͛̊̆̃͑̈́̾̃̕a̶̧͂̍̐̌ķ̶̨̬͇͙̦͓̝̰̩͗͐̿̈͊̏̀̏̕u̴̢̨͕͍͆̆́̏̓͒̉̂̇͝ģ̷̗̱̟̼͉̱̣̐̌̉̒̓́͆͑͒͠ô̵̡͚̻̬̓͒̀͋̔u̵̡̗̻̝̙̓̿͒͆͐̕͝ͅ ̷͖͖̥̭̳͈̑͐̎̐͒K̴̡̡̯͖̹͍̺̟͉̰̆a̴̡̠̘̫̰̖͚͈̲͘t̷͎͈͉͓̩̋̽̿͌ş̷̙͔͎̰̪̜̫̾̌͜͝u̷͉̝̠͚̣͖̿̈́̀͂k̸̜͎̍͠i̴̬̯͇̻̼̹̦̱̋́”
(”you need to learn how to treat others kindly, bakugou katsuki”)
Bakugou is ready for this weird ass shadow man to attack him, he’s got his palms already sparking for the opportunity to blow his ass away back to whatever hell it came from
That doesn’t exactly go as planned
The monster doesn’t come at him but instead, he uses his black matter tendrils to pin you and shouto to the floor as the vine-like shadows slither around your body and constricts your lungs from breathing properly.
It isn’t long until you and todoroki pass out from the lack of air flow and
Bakugou goes into a rage as he sees your unmoving body displayed across the floor as he was too slow to protect you from this fate
The monster discards Deku’s body across the room like a ragdoll and slides its venom-looking ass next to Bakugou’s face and as soon as his crimson eyes meet then eyeless sockets of complete void, Katsuki’s head is smashed into the floorboard as the demonic energy escapes through the window to wreak havoc on the world.
Kaminari decides to check up on the four that ventured off by themselves and when he enter the room and saw them all laying on the floor huddled together, surrounded by candles all he could think to say was...
”🥺 they didn't invite me to the orgy”
#bakugou x reader#kirishima eijiro x reader#kirishima x reader#bakugou#bakugou katsuki#bnha#bnha x reader#horror#mha#boko no hero academia#bnha imagines#bakugokatsuki
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new graduation liveblog! ^o^
i legit didn’t remember it was right thursday until about 10 am this morning and luckily didn’t see any spoilers lol. let’s go!
i forgot they leveled up! i can't wait to see what the boys get at lvl 3
i love these dumb boys
did he add the humming in post??? that is so good
yay! more rainier, my favorite girl :D
oh fun, this sounds cool as hell
"so accounting is not just a good apparently" mood griffin
travis i am not good at math there is no way i will be able to keep up with this in media res
i am so with justin in this moment, i was super into the entire scenario but the minute the word "credit" was used my eyes glazed over
okay, clint's got it, we’re good
justin ilu
hold on i have the players handbook next to me... at second level argo got cunning action and at third he gets to pick his rogue archetype! that's not nothing! that’s a lot of cool things!
yes please griffin i need to know it
that is not in the players handbook wtf, i need to look that up
"rakish audacity" i am loving this holy shit
on to fitz!
oh right, this is the thing grififn mentioned, fun
he's a lil glow worm
i'm torn between looking up what those are and not knowing for the sake of suspense
poor justin lmao
of all of them druid is the class i'm most familiar with
fitzroy you dumb shit
he's doing so good
skdlhlahslkhsdk fitzroy has turned into papyrus
i liked bud
d r . m u s h r o o m s
i was about to say it was the same lol
fungi!!!
y'all've done it before lol
oooooh new music! so chill and nice
BARNS AND NOBLES
oh nice! so this is the fantasy costco equivalent, cool
"i'm in there like swimwear" i love this so much lol
THERE ARE MOUSE-FOLK??? travis you have made my life
now travis controls the garfield cameo lmao
trav killing it with the npc voices as usual
don't dip into the elmo voice lol
the cloak of what??? oh classy
fitzroy there is no need to be rude to this npc what are you doing
nice, can't wait to see art of fitz's luxurious calves lol
"you can call me jerry" T R A V I S
justin joining clint the plane-walker
the mouse voice is just slipping lower and lower
maybe don't do that
"why would you make the math, oh god" mood
... why does he want glasses, i love this mental image but... w h y
why has he bought glue?????
"i love this reality" me too argo, me too
they have notebooks of farspeech, i love this
argo why would you
T H E Y A R E A L L G A R Y
ilu clint
i have some references for what dnd weapons look like, i'm gonna pull that up real quick... yeah that is just a big stumpy hammer alright
justin dropping some good wisdom
didn't he say sister before? are there multiple mouse people over there or is jerry genderfluid? i am happy with either option
yay for new candlenights ep! ^u^
oooh, nice name
oh fun, a familiar buddy
i would die for snippers
i find it suspicious that she hasn't turned around yet
"kambucha please" i am so torn between my desire for this to go well for the pcs and my desire to know what fitz is like drunk
what the fuck are you saying fitz
f i t z r o y
travis sounds so broken lol
she sounds very distrustful
the skeletons are cheerful and sweet tho :|
pfffff poor juice lol
oh it's a seeing eye hawk! that's so cool! :D
can i just say real quick i am so proud of travis for including so much disability rep so seamlessly into his world, i'm loving the "this fantasy setting, of course it has tons of cool magical accommodations for people who need them" flavor of world building he keeps peppering in
do not try to have your baby crab fight the hawk fitzroy
ilu justin
i've never seen the prequels griffin i don't know what that means
"what is wrong with you" argo loves his limes
except people who are allergic to peanuts
ilu argo holy shit
someone like fitzroy lol
oh fun, they've unearthed a balrog
... so its a goron
♪♫♬ statefarm is there ♪♫♬
i am also deeply into this plan, this sounds like an exciting quest :D
you're a fucking druid how do you have no pluses???
argo is my smart boy and i love him to bits
a xorn? oh jesus fuck that's a gnarlly looking motherfucker
oh sweet dr. mushroom, ilu
i love the strange absurdity of this world
... that was a long ass pause, i thought i accidentally paused it
xorn xorn
just one of the npcs pay it fitz it doesn't need to be this complicated
thank you justin holy shit
"i'm a rogue!" "okay" i love argo keene with my whole heart
f y e l p
leon is a sweet shy boy
"we are suing the tooth monster!" i am in love with this set-up
argo my sweet baby what is the grift with the mints
just a good natured mint goof
it's a lil magma dude :o
cliffhanger!!!!!
another really great episode! i’m so happy with the way the plot is progressing, and i’m loving the continuing world-building! also, even though i love all of the pcs this season, four episodes in i think i can say argo is definitely my favorite.
see you guys with new taz in the new year ^u^
#taz#taz graduation#taz spoilers#the adventure zone#ghosty liveblogs taz#i love graduation more and more every episode
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Want to fire me? sure please go ahead.
A bit of a long story, so please bear with me. TL;DR at the end.
Background: This all happened about 4 years ago, where for my first job ever, i worked as a consultant in an international firm. Mainly responsible for developing IT solutions for our clients. I was all happy and bubbly, and I truly loved the challenging nature of the job, that is until my second year..
The cast of the story are (non-real names): Andrew = dickhead (literally) Jon = badass director Arthur = awesome manager (he will be more relevant towards the end of the story) & me = yours truly.
On to the story...
The end of my first year was phenomenal, I learned a lot under Arthur, I outperformed myself and even got promoted after just my first year in the firm.
Queue the beginning of my second year. Since i got promoted, I got appointed a new senior manager (a rank above Arthur): Mr. Andrew. At first, Andrew seemed like a nice person, was really friendly, chatty, and I genuinely looked forward to working with him.
For our first project together, I have come to learn a couple of things about Andrew: the first thing is that he is one lazy motherfucker. He would always come late, and consistently weasel his way out of work by "delegating" it to me. I didn't mind at the beginning, but as time goes by, he would go on for weeks doing nothing (chatting with his wife/mistress), while I'm producing the entire work on my own. And worst of all, he would take all the credit for my work in front of the client (He always presented "our" work as his alone somehow) The second thing i discovered about Andrew, is that he was very unethical, and I am pretty sure, that he would sell his own mother if it meant making more money!
I really thought, with time, things would get better, but alas, it only got worse. He would blatantly bully me and abuse his seniority in the company. He would call me names in front of the team, even when messaging me, he would always address me with "lazy anon" or "mr. unprofessional".
My energy and enthusiasm hit an all time low, I started going through depression. But i kept doing my best, believing it will be history at some point. Then one day, our director Joe (Big boss), decided to come visit us while we were working one late night. After updating him about the project status (It was around 10:00PM) Joe decided to go home, so i took the opportunity to ask Andrew, if i could go home as well. I barely slept 4 hours the night before, thanks to him not finalizing his OWN work. Nothing could have prepared me for what came out next of his mouth (Keep in mind this is still happening in front of the director):
Andrew: Lazy anon, you sure aren't fit to be a consultant, all you think about is going home. Maybe you should find another job that is more suitable to your lazy self.
(I was speechless, shocked..but more than anything angry!!)
So i replied (as calmly as possible): Maybe, but i do also know, that a good manager, would know how to manage better his team's time. After all, not once did I ever leave on time.
What followed the longest and most awkward slitent 5 seconds in my life, and all i could remember, is Andrew's face that turned bright red (I could swear i could see smoke coming out of his ears!)
Joe, breaking the silence: you are right anon, call it a night Andrew, make sure you manage his time better. Andrew: Sure, go home anon.
Since then, I actually get to leave on time on most days, and Andrew became friendlier with me, to which i was ecstatic. I should have known better. A few weeks later, Arthur messaged me, telling me about how Andrew is spreading very bad rumors about me; how bad my work ethic is, how rude and lazy i am. and to top it all off, he sent an email to higher management stating that i own a business of my own beside my actual job, which would get me instantly fired! (In our contract, we cant have any other jobs/businesses while working in the firm).
Needless to say, i was devastated, but more angry than ever before. I decided if i am going down, i am taking him down with me. I went ahead, and took a screenshot of every single "bad" email/message that he sent me (there was A LOT). And i requested from our client to provide me with feedback about my work, to prove that i am not the person Andrew is portraying me to be. I went to Joe's office (with Arthur backing me up), and showed him all these messages, emails, client feedback, and even a screenshot of the pictures he sent me while he was drinking in the middle of a working day saying: "i hope you are having fun at work lazy anon". As you can expect, i was emotional, and told Joe, even if it meant that it was my last day in the company, i want justice for all of the pain i went through. Joe was really understanding and told me, this is not acceptable in anyway and said:
Joe: Don't worry anon, i will take care of it Me: I want to be there Joe: ..? what do you mean? Me: I want to be there when you "take care" of it (I was pissed) Joe: no promises anon, ill try.
Next thing i know, Joe sets up a meeting with Andrew (and 3 other directors by conference call) to discuss the allegations about me owning a side business. Now what Andrew doesn't know, is that Joe dialed me in as well so i heard everything myself, and it pretty much went down like this:
Andrew: anon is unprofessional, and he illegally owns this company, this is not allowed and he should be fired! (+ a 5mn rant about how terrible of person i am) Joe: okay..do you have proof? Andrew: I heard him talk about it many times, we should investigate Joe: so you don't? Andrew: no... Joe: well I do.
And then he proceeds to open a 3 slide presentation (he showed it to me later), where he listed out in each, all the screenshots i took, and his drinking picture. And the best part is that, each slide has a one word title that spelled: YOU, ARE, FIRED!
Andrew was speechless..
Joe: anything you have to say for yourself? Andrew: Bu.t wha... Joe cuts him off right away, and says: actually wait a second, he proceeds to address me through the call:
Joe: Anon, congratulations, we are promoting you. As for you Andrew, you are fired, please leave immediately.
Getting fired in this country means you are getting fucked sideways (Basically, you can't stay here unless you have a working/tourist visa, and since he got fired...well he gotta move with his family back right away!).
Currently I am still working under Joe, with Arthur back as my manager (he got promoted to Sr. Manager), and with Andrew banished. I couldn't be happier.
TL;DR: Manager frames me to get me fired. I say "nO yOu". I get promoted, and he gets fired.
(source) story by (/u/spadasin)
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Pieces of the People We Love, Part 7. (The Borderlands Series)
Description: Not many people had the chance to see a vault or to mean anything in the world of Pandora. Will a hardly built relationship in the loneliness of the desert have the potential to change anything in the world of anarchy and chaos - or will the friends try to murder each other?
Part Summary: Scooter tries to ask Janey for a little favor, but she's rather persistent about not doing anything he wants from her. But then you realized that if he's not going, you will have a Walrus-like pain in the ass.
Warnings: A lot of guns, violence, reader is a tough badass - not a vault hunter tho. They’re badass and don’t give a fuck. And Scooter is a dumb bitch, as always. All Psychos and Fanatics are various Vine references - oh, what luck that reader can understand them since she is friends with Bandits.
Word count: 1.8 K
Tagging: @notaliteraltoad @nemodoren
Series master list: H E R E
They let you have a good, long sleep on a bed which wasn't shaking, so nothing could wake you up. You were snoring in the bedroom while the others had a debate - even Rayray and Blindy decided to stay there with the others.
Why did you go to sleep? Because you didn't give the slightest fuck about what plan Scooter wants to come up with. Whatever he'll say he wants to do, or at least what Janey says, you'll have to do everything. So, please, if nobody needed you - they could go fuck themselves.
When you hazily woke up and stood up on your legs, you heard them talking about what they intended to do.
"Scooter." - Janey said quietly and looked at him. They were obviously going through some plans, Scooter told her his vision and Janey didn't... Agreed with that. Was it... Was it a ray of hope for you? You took a deep breath and listened to their small meeting. - "I can't do that for ya, pal. Ya, remember the last time? I made ya a rocket and yo ass blew up in space."
You took another small breath in. Janey was the person who constructed the rocket that killed him? Obviously, he told you why he died in the first place, but he never ever mentioned in Janey Springs in the first place. This shit was getting really interesting in your opinion. Slowly, you controlled your metal arm whole spying on them even further.
"Janey, this one's different. I know ya don't have best feelin' about any of this and I can't blame ya, but my family's in danger." - Scooter answered her as honestly as he could, tapping his finger on something. - "I'll take ya with us if it is what ya want. I need your help."
"How did ma help helped ya last time, hm?" - Janey scoffed ironically. You finally joined the room, searching for some coffee while listening to their conversation. - "That plan and schemes are great... But I just don't have a good feeling about any of what ya want. And it'll be really expansive."
Oh no, you moaned angrily. Janey was starting to her aboard with Scooter's idea. No. There were very few fuck ups that could meet you on the way and Janey actually agreeing with Scooter was one of them. As soon as she would say yes, it was the ending of your world. You looked like a deer in car's headlights, even Athena chuckled at the sight of you.
"I think it's really dumb and dangerous." - You mumbled when everyone looked at you.
"THAT HURT LIKE A BUTTCHEEK ON A STICK." - Rayray yelled looking at you. Why did he have to be so rude? You opened up your mouth, having a short blackout of the brain. Calling you lazy and scared? Did he know who he was talking to? That motherfucker.
"Fuck you too, dude. I'm not lazy or afraid or too old, as you're implying. I just think that all of this is just a bunch of bullshit. What sane person would actually want to do this? Hm?" - You asked Rayray back so angrily, that Blindy stood up in front of him to cover the boy up in case you would want to get physical. - “And don't you tell me that the adventure bullshit Walrus told you had excited you that much.”
"Adam." - Rayray muttered out quietly, looking away from you. Nobody except you, Rayray and Blindy knew what the hell was going on, but the conversation was just too catchy to ignore. You put your palm into the back pocket on your sweats and walked to the table, looking at the plans with a furrow. It was particularly hard to ignore Rayray's comment, but somehow, you managed to.
You listened to their bickering for a few more minutes before a painfully obvious fact hit you. Scooter needed to persuade Janey, no matter the cost. You would give her your metal arm - because if she wouldn't accept the plan, you could go shoot your head off. If you hadn't done it, Walrus would.
You stood there for another few minutes, lost in your thoughts - a hundred ways of you being killed by peter and his men just crossed your mind - they could burn you alive, throw a grenade at you, shoot you to pieces, they could do anything they wanted. And Peter, that sly bitch, knew how expansive New-U can be. You hadn't that kind of cash, that was the only thing you could be sure of.
“You sure that you can't do anything about this?” - You asked and rose your eyebrows, staring Janey down. You weren't present in the last ten minutes, so now everyone shut up again and looked at you. - “I mean, when I take the whole situation from a few different points of view, it makes sense. I guess it isn't that much of a bad plan?” - You shrugged your shoulders. Blindy was about to ask something, but your elbow harshly hit his side and his ribs. That made the man immediately shut up and look in front of him.
“Weren't ya strictly against anything we plan to do?” - Janey asked back with a frown. Without any second thought, you nodded, trying to look as innocent as you could.
“A sudden change of heart and mind, what should I say?” - You shrugged your shoulder and dramatically took a sip from the cup. - “It's a good plan. And I heard that there's no better technician on the whole Pandora. If anyone is capable of bringing this masterpiece to live, it's you.”
“Ya, I would say so. But just as ya said, it's also dumb and irresponsible, practically too dangerous to even think of...” - Janey started to tell you the arguments that were against building another rocket. You couldn't agree more, but your lips just pressed together into a distressed smile as you tried to keep your mouth shut.
“Just forget about what I've said. I was sleepy and as Scooterboy here had said, I'm also hotheaded and my thoughts change like the weather.” - You answered with pain. Everyone who stood around the table could say that you're lying and that you don't believe a single word that fell out of your mouth. - “I can help with smaller things including circuits and shit, I'm pretty handy with this shit.”
“LOOK AT ALL THOSE CHICKEN.” - Rayray answered and you chuckled with a nod. That boy could speak for shit, but his artistic talents were almost undeniable.
“Of course you can decorate it and paint it. We have no-one who would do it better.” - You smiled and left the table. Janey followed you to the small room where you slept previously.
“Did ya feel bad for what da bandit boi said?” - Janey asked silently, closing the doors. You looked like a lot of things, but you definitely didn't look like a person who would change their opinion that easily. She knew people like you - except the temper issues, you and Athena seemed to be extremely alike. - “It is a shitty idea, I couldn't agree more.”
“No. I really think we should build it, Springs.” - You mumbled back and looked at Scooter through a small crack between the doorframe. - “Scooter thinks that he has to do this. And I need to do this as well, otherwise, I don't have to wake tomorrow.”
“Are ya two part of some dirty business?” - Janey sat down on the bed and looked you in the eyes. You looked back with confusion. - “I mean, sure, ya look like a tough gal I don't want to mess around with, but Scooter? No.”
“Listen, Janey. This is my only chance to live long enough to see tomorrow, alrite? I don't care what would I have to get for you. Just build him the damn rocket, send us to space, and for fuck's sake, let us get killed. I don't give a damn.” - You licked your lips and looked at her again, this time not leaving her for a long time. - “I've done some nasty things back at where I'm from. And this is the redemption I got.”
“I can build it, without a problem, man, but... Do ya realize that ye will be helpin' Scooter savin' the others after that?” - Janey got up from the bed. - “This isn't ya last stop.”
“I know.” - You sighed and smiled at her as you watched her leaving. She didn't know you, she had absolutely no need to trust you or to listen to you, yet she did. And if you were aboard with idea, even if everyone practically pushed you to agree, and if you looked like a trustworthy and capable of protecting your and Scooter's ass, she knew that she could do it. She could build the damn rocket and lunch you to space.
“I have one condition.” - She told everyone as soon as she left the damn room, putting her hands on her lips. - “Athena and I are comin' with ya. if anythin' happens, this time, Imma be there to repair it.”
And with that, the big project had started - the big rocket building under the lead of Janey Springs herself. For an unknown reason, she had everything you needed to build that monstrosity - and when she hadn't got something, she called some mysterious dude and the parts were delivered on her doorstep.
It was almost scary - you could see how much is Scooter happy and the look in Janey's eyes was unmistakable. And they were a great team as well. You were there to help them with the electrical circuits while Athena and the boys dragged around all of the stuff that Janey and Scooter needed. Once Rayray was done with the painting, you all received some upgraded clothes.
Scooter had the Crimson raiders logo on his t-shirt, Athena on her shield, Blindy had one on the back of his jacket and you... Well...
“For real, Ray?” - You looked at him while thinking about murdering him on the spot. Ray shrugged his shoulders and stood next to you while watching the logo sprayed on the back of some sweatpants - directly on the spot where your ass was supposed to be. - “That's so fucking sexist that I can even find words of disappointment, you dumb schmuck.” - You mumbled quietly before shushing him from the room to change the clothes.
Now, there was only the last thing to do - to take off and hope you won't blow up on the way to space.
#borderlands#borderlands 2#scooter borderlands#borderlands 3#after the tales from the borderlands#athena borderlands#janey springs borderlands#janey and athena#jathena#i ship this ship#it has sailed
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Wait Muscular doesn't have an alphabet nsfw?? what shame I was hoping to know how big he is.
say no more
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Takehito Himura:
A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex):
After what? Is that a spice? He hasn’t had it before and he doesn’t want it either. Honestly though, he isn’t that great at aftercare. After he’s been satisfied, all that’s on his mind now is a nice bath and some sleep.If you’re able to move and join in him the bath, then good for you. If you can’t, then that’s just tough titty for you, sweets.
B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s):
He likes his hands an awful lot. With their size, he can kill people easily with them and it makes him pretty smug. He also really likes that he can hold you down pretty easily with them or grab lots of your ass or tits.
On you, he likes all of you. You’re his personal little sex toy (although he actually does value in a sick yet affectionate sort of way). If you’re on the chubbier side, your body is going to drive him crazy because there is so much more of you for him to bite and hold.
C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)
This man will cum anywhere he wants to. You’re his, so that means he can do what he wants with you. It all just depends on his mood. If he is in a territorial kind of mood and is putting you in your place, he will cum on your face and inside you to mark you as his own. If he’s being lazy and just in it for the pleasure at hand, then he’ll cum carelessly anywhere on or inside you, sometimes he will even let you decide if you’re lucky and are in his good books.
D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
Secret? Nope, none here. Muscular is an open book, seams completely gone and letters in bold. He does not hold back at all when it comes to sex and lays everything on the table. If you’re lucky, he’ll tell you exactly what he wants to try out, if you’re not lucky, he’ll just spring something new onto you without any warning in the middle of sex and expect you to go along with it.
E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)
Do I really need to answer this one? If you think that Muscular doesn’t have some sort of experience then you’re completely kidding yourself. He’s tried everything in the Sex for Dummies book editions 1-10 at least once in his life.
F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)
He loves doggy style. In this position he can control you perfectly, moving you how he wants, holding your hands behind your back or pushing you into the sheets. He also loves how deep he can get inside you in this position and how easily he can slap that nice ass of your’s.
He will also let you ride him when he is feeling a bit lazy, but that doesn’t happen very often.
G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)
Goofy isn’t the exact word I would use… he’s more of a playful jerk when it comes to sex and he does this thing where he pisses you off but it makes you laugh because he’s just so impossible and stupid and you can’t help but love it. Once when you told him that you didn’t want to have sex due to a yeast infection, he simply told you: “I’m going to turn that yeast infection into cake batter when I’m done with you” And you physically couldn’t stop him from taking your clothes off from how hard you were laughing. Not that you could stop him anyways.
H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)
He’s pretty hairy. He doesn’t really take care of himself much and just lets his hair grow as it pleases. If you have a problem with it, keep it to yourself because he doesn’t want to hear it.
I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)
Um… He has his moments I guess. When he isn’t fucking your brains out and actually lets you ride him how you want, there are times when he looks up at you and feels… content? Like, in moments like these, he sees you so differently, “softly sexy’ he likes to call you, but you know he really means beautiful.
J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)
He does so pretty often. He’s a horny guy and likes to get off with or without you. He will usually do it in front of you to be disrespectful, teasing, or just because he is too lazy to move somewhere else.
K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)
Biting
Choking
Name calling
Orgasm denial
Spanking
Foursomes
Too many others to even list
L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)
Simple: Anywhere
M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)
When you mouth off to him, boy does that excite him. Just looking down at you, being all bold and thinking that you have some authority over him and can tell him what to do drives him wild. The way your face looks, all angry and fed up with him, it just makes him want to pin you down and fuck that look right off your face.
N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
If you dare say any other man’s name or compare him to someone else, you’ll face the consequences and trust me when I say they aren’t pretty.
O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)
He likes getting head a lot more than giving it. He’s selfish that way. He honestly expects to come home and have you on your knees waiting for him to stuff his cock down your throat. But that rarely ever happens. He just loves the feeling of being so in control over you, your mouth around his cock and sucking him off so he can feel good.
P = Pace (Are they fats and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)
Listen, Muscular is all about hard, fast fucking that last a painfully long time. There is hardly ever a time when Muscular isn’t fucking you silly in anyway he wants, wherever he wants. He just wants some pleasure and will get it from you one way or another. However, there are times when he is feeling lazy and will let you ride him at your own pace as long as he gets off and you do all the work.
Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)
He’s all for quickies, but they never stay as quickies. As soon as he gets even a taste of you, he is going to want more of you until he’s satisfied, and that’s not until after a few rounds of mind-numbing sex.
R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)
Risk is his legal middle name. Risk and Motherfucker.
S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)
He has too much stamina. He can last a pretty long time, but it all depends on his mood. If he’s in a “I need to fuck you until I see blood” kind of mood, then you’re going to be all his for a good 5-6 hours. If he’s lazy and just wants to get off, he’ll go for about an hour at most.
T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)
Why would you need toys when you have all of him to work with?
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
He is a major tease. He will tease you any chance he gets just to hear you beg and cry for him to give you what you want. He is an expert tease but only because he’s selfish and rude and gets off on you getting so frustrated. However, if you ever tease him, things can go 2 ways; 1) He makes you stop and he fucks you crazy or 2) He pretends to not care that you are teasing him, practically ignoring you until you give up and he fucks you crazy.
V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)
He isn’t exactly loud but he isn’t quiet either. He’s all deep moans and groans, some occasional dirty talk and name calling, but that’s it. If you want to hear him moan, you have a better chance hearing one when he’s eating rather than when it comes to having sex. He wants to be the one to make you moan, not the other way around.
W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)
He always keeps a pair of your panties or a bra with him and isn’t afraid if anyone finds out about it. He likes your scent and wants to smell you whenever he can, so keeping either of those two things on him when he’s out is good enough for him. He’ll just whip your used gitch out during a meeting, take a large whiff of it, and then stuff it back in his pants pocket like its normal.
X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)
Muscular is a big guy, so you know his cock has to match the rest of him. It’s a little above average in length, but he is very thick from base to head. Fitting him inside you hurts a whole bunch at the start, even after he has broken you in a few times, it still hurts to have him enter you. He has a few noticeable veins that decorate his cock too. It has a slight curve upwards and he is uncircumcised.
Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)
He has a very high sex drive. He is ready to have sex at any given moment, no matter if you’re in the mood or not. When he needs to get off, there is no stopping him from meeting his release one way or another. It’s always safer to just go along with it than fight him, for when you fight, you’ll end up with lots of bruises and cuts because Muscular will get fed up with your protests and will silence you himself.
Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
He goes to sleep as soon as he’s cleaned himself up, if even wants to do so. It never takes him too long to fall asleep after some nasty sex, so chances are that if he hasn’t taken a bath or shower or forced you to get up and make him something to eat, he’s already in his wild gorilla sex induced slumber.
Wanna see some other shit I’ve written?
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Chapter 4
Notes: Nothing really groundbreaking in this chapter lol, just that on average each chapter is 7 to 8 pages and if I put the big shit in this chapter it would be super long. Hope you enjoy it anyway!!
You wake up to someone shaking you quite vigorously. You blink sleepily and mumble.
"'m too tired for this shit motherfucker." You glance over to see it's Karkat.
"Well get over it. It's your fault we ended up going to sleep so late."
"That's harsh bro." You yawn and stretch out on the couch. Karkat is looking at you impatiently.
"You have an hour and a half to get ready so I'd get a move on if I were you."
You nod lazily, all in motherfuckin time. Tavros walks in rubbing his eyes all sleepily. You can't help but to think he is damn cute when sleepy, well to be fair he is damn cute all the time but especially when he is sleepy.
"Mornin T-dog" you manage a lazy ass wave.
"Mornin Gamzee, d-did you uh fall asleep in here?"
"Mhm, bed was just too damn far."
Tavros giggles. "Could of uh, just went to my bed if it uh, would have been easier." He immediately blushes profusely. "U-uh i mean, uhhh. G-gotta go, talk to you later!" He very quickly heads out into the hall, presumably going to the bathroom.
You look at Karkat wide eyed, "uh.. did that.. make any sense to you? He wasn't like, I mean it sounded kind of like maybe…" you trail off. Best not get your hopes up on all that. He was probably just joking.
"God you're such a fucking dumbass."
"How so Karbro?"
"Clearly, Gamzee, Tavros has red feelings for you and we all know how you feel about him. I swear you two idiots would be perfect together if you weren't so fucking stupid."
"Wait.. really? No joke?"
"Oh my god, yes Gamzee, no fucking jokes here." He gestures around wildly, "do you fucking see any jokes dipshit."
Dave walks in. "I dunno dude, I think I see one joke in this room." He's looking at you. You growl a bit under your breath but you stop once you hear Karkat chuckle a bit.
"Bro, are you siding with motherfuckin Strider over me??"
"No, no, it's just, I mean it's kinda funny Gamzee."
"Well I think it's motherfuckin rude."
Dave interjects. "You're literally a clown. A walking joke, literally."
You stand up swiftly, that pisses you off. "Oh? Want me to show you how motherfuckin funny I can be?" You growl threateningly.
"Oh I'm so scared."
You take a step forward but Karkat grabs your arm. "Gamzee. Shower, go." He points towards the door giving you a no nonsense look. You grumble a bit but you do as he says. As you get yourself all cleaned up and ready for the day you can’t help but to think about Tavros. Does he really feel the same feelings as you? I mean Karkat wouldn’t lead you wrong, and he does notice these kinds of things so… Maybe it is true? Should you make a move then? Before you can really consider that much more Karkat comes and shouts at you for taking too long.
"I swear to God if you make me late for our first fucking class Gamzee. I mean fuck do you even know your schedule?"
You give him a sweet lil smile. "Nope. But I know you do.~"
Karkat sighs. "Yeah, you're not wrong. I fucking did your schedule cause I know you're a dumbass. It's the same as mine so just follow me around like a little quackbeast."
You figured as much. "All right Karbro, I'm all up and ready anyway so lead away."
"... You literally don't have your bag dipshit."
"Uh.. aaallrriighhtyy I'm almost ready then." You look embarrassed, of course, the most important thing. You run to the room and grab it real fast then come back to Karkat. "Ok, now I'm motherfuckin ready."
You give him a double thumbs up and a cheesy smile. He rolls his eyes at your antics and mumbles something about associating with idiots. Either way he grabs your hand and pulls you off towards your first class. You walk hand in hand across campus heading for the humanities building or so Karkat called it. All the buildings kind of look the same to you. As you walk you notice a few humans giving you guys weird looks, you wonder why but soon dismiss it as you enter the building. The halls are bustling with trolls you notice, you give Karkat a questioning look.
“There are a lot of classes about human culture here so of course there is going to be a bunch of trolls.” He gives you a look that suggests you should have thought about that. “Anyway most of our classes are here, Earth History, Human psychology, and English. We are going to English 101 right now.”
You sigh dramatically. You get the feeling that it is going to be a very boring day. And it is, once you got through with the humanities building you and Karkat had to walk all the way across campus to the science building to learn about Earth biology and such. Then again you had to walk a ridiculous distance to your final class. Human Health. It seemed to be a waste of a day honestly, each class went over boring “syllabus” shit and you learned nothing.
However, throughout the day there was this uncomfortable atmosphere. Of the trolls attending the university the mid to lowbloods rarely glanced you and Karkat’s way. Unless they sat next to you where they looked very uncomfortable and your attempts to look all friendly like were not appreciated and they just looked more scared. Same with the humans. John, Jade, Rose, and Dave are so chill with you and your friends that you assumed other humans would be ok like that too but turns out that was a big resounding motherfuckin no. The case was very different with the Higher Castes. Blue and up were openly disgusted by both you and Karkat. With Karkat it was more understandable, he’s a mutant and we were taught that mutants shouldn’t exist and yada yada. You never really cared.
You are not sure if they give you looks because you clearly associate with Karkat or if there is another reason. Other than your friends you never really associated to much with other High Bloods despite you being a purple blood of the faith. You were mostly high all the time so you didn’t get out much. But now you can see that your fellow purple blooded motherfuckers are MUCH taller than you and typically built heavier. You never really realized that you were so physically stunted in comparison. That said you still are much taller than most of your friends. Equius is taller than you, so is Feferi. Eridan and Vriska are about your height. And then the rest of your friends are shorter whether by a little or a lot. Nepeta being the shortest of them all yet still as fierce as she is cute.
When you guys finally head back to the dorm building you make sure to keep Karkat close to you. You don’t think anyone will try anything at least while they are under human supervision but you’d rather be safe than sorry, you would never forgive yourself if something happened to Karkat. You almost laugh, first Karkat was worrying over you and now you are doing the same to him. Karkat was oddly silent for the walk. You weren’t adding any commentary yourself but typically Karkat is almost always going on about something. Neither of you guys speak until you enter the room.
“Wow, maybe this is going to be harder than anticipated.”
You glance at Karkat then hum in agreement. “I don’t think you are the only problem Kar.” You gesture to yourself. “I’m pretty sure I got some dirty looks too. Never really realized how short I was compared to others of my blood. Then add up the both of us together, the mutant and the druggy.” You sigh dramatically. You had hoped your dramaticism would lighten the mood but Karkat still looks insecure.
“Look, despite me being all up a short motherfucker I’m still more than strong enough to protect my best bro.” You stick your tongue out at him and flex your arms comedically. It works, Karkat gives a soft chuckle.
“You look ridiculous, please stop I swear to god I am going to throw up at this display of idiocy.”
You laugh and oblige. “Besides, the humans aren’t all happy with violence and all that. Any troll who does shit will be booted from Earth most likely.” Karkat nods and looks a bit better, reassured by your words. “Now how about we get our comfort on on the couch and watch some shitty romcoms.”
“Fuck you they are NOT shitty!” You just laugh.
A few weeks pass relatively uneventfully. The humans started relaxing a bit in the trolls presence and some of the highbloods appear to have gotten bored of giving you and Karkat menacing looks. That doesn’t mean all of them have quite their shit but it is way better and both you and Karkat feel much more relaxed about it. The only interesting thing that has been happening has been you and Dave continuing your fued. If you didn’t know better you would assume he was black flirting with you, but as a human you doubt he would understand the concept. The other three don’t seem to. Well, maybe Rose does, she is pretty smart but appears to have no interest in any of the other romances. So there you are, head in Karkat’s lap on the couch complaining about Dave.
“Ugghhh, Dave is such a motherfucking asshole.” you practically growl each word your frustration quite evident.
“He’s not that bad Gamzee.” Karkat mutters a slight blush on his face.
“Kaaarrrrkkkaaattt, stop defending him! Can’t you see I am suffering? The black feelings in my blood pusher are almost too much for this motherfucker to bear.” you say this very dramatically.
“Well, maybe stop fucking flirting with him and do something more productive. For example, you still haven’t made a move regarding Tavros. Even though I literally told you that he feels the same as you do. I swear everyone is just waiting with bated breath for you two bulge fondlers to just do something already. The tension between you too is almost palpable. If one of you guys don’t say anything we are all going to start frothing at the mouth starved for the sweet sweet release that you two getting together will bring us.”
You blush profusely. “Well it’s not like it is easy to just up and confess to your red crush. What am I supposed to say? What if I fuck it up?? You know I’m not good with words when I am nervous!.”
“Uh, no I am not, for one I don’t think I have ever seen you nervous. You have idiot confidence, which is to say that it’s a lot of confidence because you are stupid as fuck.”
“..Uh.. Point taken? Still, I don’t know, should I take him on a date? What if he thinks it is just a friendly outing?” You groan with frustration, hiding your embarrassed face with your hands.
“Well Gamzee, you don’t know until you try dumbass. Tavros is probably too shy to make a move so it’s kind of on you bud.”
You groan again. And of course Tavros just happens to walk into the dorm room.
“Uh.. Are you alright Gam?”
You stutter and stumble over your words. “I uh, f-fuck, uhhh, just great, fantastic, um, never better! T-totally wasn’t talking about you or anything! Like hah! Why would I be talking about my cute- u-uh I mean cool! Rap buddy. Yeah.” Your face feels like it is on fire.
“Um, o-ok, and uhh, thanks m-maybe? I uhh, j-just remembered that I t-totally forgot that I have a class I need to be at uh, so b-bye!” He rushes out of the dorm room as fast as possible. He doesn’t have his bag. Also It is like 8 o’clock and you know he doesn’t have night classes.
“Well, that was a fucking trainwreck.” Karkat sighs. That is an understatement.
“Uuuuuuuuuugggghhhhhh!” you groan for the damn third time. “I told you I would motherfuckin fuck it up”
“Yeah, I stand corrected. I didn’t realize the full extent of how socially incompetent you two are. Look, how about you just ask him to a movie or something and you know, don’t be an awkward fuckwad. Just act fucking normal and then just make a move, you know, like the classic stretch and arm over his shoulder thing. If he has literally any braincells he is sure to figure out the meaning of that at least. Look, how about we watch some movies and you take fucking notes on how to actually fucking do this shit.” You are 99% sure this is just an excuse to just watch romcoms. But you just roll your eyes with a smile and just go with it.
Even later that night when Tavros finally returns to the room you are on the couch trying to look suave and cool but you are probably failing. “Uh, hey Tavbro, sorry about earlier. Um, sooo by chance would you be down to see a motherfuckin movie or maybe um just chill the fuck out somewhere, get some food or whatever. If you want to.” You look away avoiding eye contact.
“Uh, yeah, that um, sounds like fun. I’d be uh, down to see a movie with you.” In your peripheral vision you can see he is biting his lip. He says the next thing really quickly. “Imeantotallyinafriendwayofcourse!” Your smile falters a bit before you force it back on your face. “..cool, great, yeah, of course..” Your voice sounds a bit strained. Wow this is going badly.
“Well, um, does tomorrow night sound up and good with you?”
“Y-yeah, uh, sounds great.”
“Wicked. Um, anyway I’m just going to uh..” you gesture towards the bedroom. “..sleep and, yeah.” You abruptly stand up and quickly yeet yourself up into your bed and burrow into your blankets with amazing speed. You bury your face into your pillow to hide the shame written all over your face. You really dicked this up huh. After a few minutes Tavros eventually comes into the room and heads to bed. At least you assume that as your face is buried into your pillow at the moment. It takes you a while but eventually you drift off to sleep.
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Feeling Hot
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader
Request: “Would i be able to request a one shot (ok this will sound so cliche but) with bucky and they're forced to stay in a room together at a hotel (ALSO can u make them have to share a bed???) , but they hate each other (i'm a sucker for angst) and the ac stoped working so it's super hot and the complains about it forever and bucky presses her to the mattress and says "if you don't stop going on about how hot it is, i'll give you a reason to feel hot" if u don't wanna its cool tho!!!” by anonymous
Warnings: ummmm,,,,,,,,, mention of nsfw I guess, fluff, slight nsfw, reader wants to get some :)
A/N: this … is one hot request anon bless | gif by @sebuttianstans
Masterlist
There are several reasons why you are pissed off today. Let’s start with number one.
Pepper and Tony are getting married. That alone should be a reason to leap in the air for joy. And it is, you were beyond yourself when you found out and you jumped around the room, squeaking and clapping in a pretty girlie-girl way. It dampened your reputation as a serious, badass IT-girl slash super hacker slash threat to anything that has anything to do with technology but you didn’t care.
Pepper is one of your best friends and you’ve been like a cat on hot bricks waiting for Tony to finally propose to her. She never admitted it but you knew she was, too. The day came, they told you, you broke out into rejoicing, planning of one of the most extravagant weddings in America began, and everything that came with it.
The wedding will take place in Pepper’s city, New Haven, Connecticut, where she grew up.
You are one of the bridesmaids. You are supposed to sleep in the fanciest and over-the-top hotel Connecticut has to offer, sipping Champaign and taking a rose-petal-bubble-bath in candlelight while listening to Adele sing about lost love. Instead you are shipped into a different hotel nearby, accompanied by the last person on Earth you would want to be alone with.
There was a mistake in the booking and due to the wedding being such a huge event, the original hotel was booked out. You and he who must not be named both failed to check in into your rooms and are now standing at the reception of the other hotel, eager not to look at each other or acknowledge each other’s existence in any way.
So, list of reasons why today sucks.
Reason One: You got turned away from Pepper’s hotel. Only for a night, tomorrow the room will be free but still. You feel like you’re missing out. Your friends are probably all sitting at the hotel bar right now, drinking cocktails and laughing at stupid stories that are being told. It’s too late in the evening to drive over there and join them. You’re pissed.
Reason Two: Bucky motherfucking Barnes is the only other person that got denied access to his room and is now standing next to you. You can’t help but throw a quick glance at him, subtly, to see if he is up to something. Bucky, to say it plainly, looks even more pissed than you feel and if you’re right, he is about to take it out on the poor receptionist who is more and more desperately trying to get you two a room the longer Bucky stares at her.
He wears a dark blue baseball cap on backwards and a tight red, long-sleeve shirt and he looks intimidating as fuck with his narrowed, ice-blue eyes, slightly knitted eyebrows and tense mouth. He must have felt your gaze and his eyes cut to you, so you quickly turn your head and watch the woman behind the desk rummage around in a pile of papers. You pull in your lips and ignore Bucky’s stares.
He did that a lot lately. Instead of paying as little attention as possible to you, you catch him watching you quite often nowadays. From a safe distance but still. You don’t know what to make of that, so you decide to push it away to the back of your mind to not make anything of it.
“Okay … it looks like, um, we do have … we have a free room for you. The couple that booked it, cancelled earlier and I can offer you that one” The woman suddenly says and you sigh internally. Thank god. You were afraid you would have to drive out of town to find another hotel with free rooms.
You notice Bucky tense beside you. “A room? Just one?”
You freeze. Oh. No.
The woman smiles insecurely at his tone and looks at the computer screen in front of her.
“Yes. Just one. It’s the last one available. Is that a problem?”
Yes, it is. It’s a hell of a problem.
“Yes” Bucky says and his face, if possible, grows even more serious.
“We’re not together” You add, “We barely know each other.” Okay, that’s a lie but she doesn’t have to know that. The woman looks unsure of what to do now and her eyes jump between the two of you.
“Um … We only have that room. The rest is completely booked out … I, um … I can’t offer you anything else, I’m very sorry.”
Well, ain’t that just the worst. You’re not going to share a room with Bucky Barnes – he hates you. You hate him. That’s your thing, you can’t sleep in the same bed, what kind of enemies do that?
“Listen. I know you said you are booked out but is there really no other option? Maybe a storage room or something like that?” Bucky asks in a low voice and leans forward, hands on the counter, face dipped down to her.
A storage room? Is he fucking serious right now?? He’d rather sleep in a storage room than be in the same hotel room as you – you never considered him to be a Prince Charming but this really hits a new low.
Reason Three: Bucky is an asshole.
Judging by the way the receptionist looks at Bucky’s desperate attempt to get away from you, she seems to agree with you. Then she hesitantly shakes her head. Smart. Bucky looks beyond pissed off, better not irritate him too much.
“No, I’m afraid there isn’t. I’m sorry, sir” She says quietly and looks at the papers in her hand, “Do you, um, do you want the room or not?”
You lean forward and Bucky retreats a little to avoid touching you.
“Yes. I take it” You quickly say, trying to sound overly polite to make up for Bucky’s rudeness. You also want to snatch the room away under his fingers, you will definitely not drive to another hotel. If he really wants to sleep between storage shelves rather than sleep in a room with you, he can piss off and look elsewhere.
You hear him sigh. “Okay … fine.”
Confused, you turn to look at him. “Fine what?”
His eyes have a look of defeat in them that you don’t like. He meets yours and tugs a strand of dark hair behind his ears under the cap. “Fine, we’ll take it.”
“Excuse me?!”
You almost miss the dangerous narrowing of his eyes that follows your little outburst.
“We’ll take it. There’s only one room, you heard it. We don’t really have another option” He says like he just announced he’s going to sacrifice himself to save humanity. You don’t think so.
“We do have another option. I take the room – I called dibs first – and you leave and look for a different hotel. It’s actually quite simple, James. We both don’t want this.”
His eyes get a little harder at that but you don’t shy away – as much as he scares you - and wait for him to agree.
“You don’t know what I want, Y/N. And you can’t just call dibs on it, it’s-“ He starts but suddenly turns to the receptionist who’s watching this exchange with big eyes, “How far away is the next hotel excluding the Jade Lion Resort?"
The woman takes a moment to think and you beg all the gods that it’s not far, so Bucky can fuck off. Please, please, please.
“Um, a little over an hour, I think.”
Shit.
Bucky turns back to you and you can see an almost devious little smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. He may be pissed he will have to spend the night with you but the bastard seems to be enjoying the fact that he can ruin said night for you in the process.
Reason four: It looks like you and Bucky will have to share the same fucking room. This is unbelievable.
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Reason five: This may be a pretty hotel and the bed is admittedly very comfy but the AC stopped working about five seconds after you both entered the room.
It is relatively late in the evening but Connecticut’s been having quite a warm front these past weeks, according to a news site on the internet, so the temperatures are still around 80°. You’re sweating. You feel gross and want to take a shower. Is this too much to ask?
Bucky thinks so.
The minute you both step across the threshold, he dumps his two bags on the bed, turns and disappears in the bathroom. A couple of seconds later you hear the rush of water. He’s taking a shower. You sigh. That could be you right now. Why haven’t you been faster to occupy the bathroom before him? Now you have to wait.
Feeling tired, you let yourself fall back onto the bed, arms extended left and right, and stare at the ceiling while listening to Bucky seemingly rubbing it into your face how privileged he is at this moment. You try not to think about the fact that he is completely naked in the room right next to you, separated by only a door.
The thing is. You hate him. But that doesn’t mean you can’t appreciate the attractive outside of James Buchanan Barnes. You’re not made out of stone, at least you think you’re not. And that man that is so shamelessly taking his time in the shower is one beautiful eye candy, let’s be real. Even you can’t deny it.
And if you’re on it, there’s no shame admitting that sometimes, just sometimes, you think you’re sensing some kind of sexual tension between you and him. You know it sounds crazy, considering how you stand to each other, but there are moments where your hands start sweating, your heart starts beating faster and you feel a weird flutter in your belly.
Those moments mostly being when you and him are fighting, of course. Those are the only times – with a couple of exceptions – where he graces you with his unshared attention and also doesn’t refrain from being all up in your face, making it easy for you to take in all of his features, staring into his piercing blue eyes, noticing dark spots in the blue …
You roll your eyes. It’s happening again. The day has been exhausting and now your mind is going to strange places that should be marked with Access Forbidden.
Pepper has described this ‘phenomenon’ – Hrmpf, her words – as the Han Solo effect. See, she thinks she is a great observer. She thinks she has figured you out (you told her everything, so there’s not much to figure out) and she thinks she has figured Bucky out, too. And after ‘massive research, data collection and thorough analysis’ she has come to the conclusion that both you and Bucky secretly like each other and none of you want to admit it.
Which is, quite frankly, the insult of the century.
She named it the Han Solo effect because she couldn’t think of a cooler title that would create the illusion that her hypothesis has any sort of footing, so she dodged the plot-hole-stones you would throw at her by quoting Han Solo in A New Hope talking about Princess Leia, “Wonderful girl! Either I'm gonna kill her, or I'm beginning to like her!"
She calls it proof, “The way I see it, he will give you this I-hate-you-to-death look for another two weeks before turning straight to bedroom eyes. I know it”. You call bullshit.
You’re not Princess Leia and he’s no good-looking Corellian smuggler with a short-tempered Wookie best friend – even though he is good-looking. The Winter Soldier, not Chewbacca. Let’s not even go there.
You sigh again. You’re pretty sure Bucky hates you, as in hate-hates you, and not in a I-will-kiss-her-to-stop-her-from-yelling-at-me way. Also, you shouldn’t think of Bucky kissing you. Like, ever. That’s the exact wrong thing to do.
You hate him, Y/N, get your head sorted out!
You get pulled out of your thoughts when you hear the water stop. Oh, thank god. Lord Barnes has decided to clear the space for his subject. You mean it’s not like it’s almost midnight and you’re tired as shit, pissed-off and also missing out on your friend’s group fun in the noble five-star spa hotel that you were originally supposed to be at right now!
He stays in there for another minute and then finally opens the door, leaves the bathroom and walks over to his bag that is still lying on the bed next to you. You try not to stare at his wet hair that he pulled back behind his ears or at his metal arm that is very visible due to the tank top or the pair of sweatpants that are loosely hanging from his hips.
You really shouldn’t stare at all that.
He appears at the bed a foot next to you, bends over and rummages around in his bag and he hasn’t even looked at you since you two entered the hotel room. He seems a little uncomfortable. Which is why you refuse to take your eyes off him – anything to annoy him is a good plan.
You turn your head and watch his serious face grow more and more serious the longer you keep your gaze on him, and because it’s been a really long day and you deserve something sweet, you let your eyes wander over his face, to his neck, collar bone, shoulder and down his arm that is the closest to you. Seeing the muscles in his bicep and forearm flex and work with every move, does things to you that would completely contradict your earlier thoughts about not liking Bucky, “no way, nada, forget it”.
Yeah. So much about that.
You notice his body froze, so your eyes cut back to his face and are met with an undefinable look, almost as if he is trying to estimate you. You can see something work rapidly behind his eyes.
“What?” You snap to cover up your shameless checking him out. Are you hallucinating or is his mouth twitching a little bit?
“The bathroom is free now” He says and stares at you for another two seconds before breaking eye contact and straightening up. You turn your head away, sit up and grab your bag from your feet before jumping to your feet.
“I thought I would never hear those words from you.”
You hear a sarcastic “Hm” as an answer but don’t turn around and escape into the bathroom while trying not to make it look like you’re escaping. The face in the mirror looks tired and sweaty, and you wish you wouldn’t have to show yourself like this to him. You two have a feud but you still want to bring you’re A-game when he’s around, to show him how much better you are than him. At least that’s what you’re telling yourself.
What’s that about?
You take a cool shower, wash your hair and feel your muscles relax a little under the water. Just don’t think about the fact that two minutes ago Bucky stood right here, naked, wet, muscly and you’ll be fine. Just don’t think about it. Just don’t. Don’t.
You sigh, turn off the water, step out of the shower and grab a towel. What is going on with you? You’ve never been this needy around him, maybe it’s the hot weather. Maybe you stood in the sun too long, maybe letting Tony order you and the others around to get the perfect group picture in the middle of an open field with direct sunlight from hell was a mistake. Sunstroke?
You put on your pyjamas, red velvet shorts and a tight, white top. You don’t own nightgowns but suddenly you wish you would have bought one when Pepper took you shopping two weeks ago. The shorts and top don’t really make that much of a statement and a nightie would have … been sexy.
Shut up! Stop that right there, who cares if you don’t look sexy right now, who cares what he thinks?
You quickly pack your things back into your bag and are about to exit the bathroom when you suddenly halt and stare at the handle. A thought just hit you.
There is only one bed.
One. For you and him.
Reason Six: You will have to share not only a room but also a bed with Bucky. Um. The thing is, you’re not sure if that is a reason to get pissed, though. Your belly has a different message for you than your Why-I’m-pissed list.
Ummmm.
It’s too late to back out now and besides, you’re a badass mamma jamma, remember? This doesn’t faze you, so get yourself together! No big deal sharing a bed with Bucky Barnes, who gives a shit. The man has gone to war and probably had worse sleep situations there, so this shouldn’t be a problem for him. Or you.
Even if he hates you.
You take a breath, continue your inner motivational speech and open the door. You dare a glance at Bucky and see him lying in bed, tank top still on (Yay or nay?) and sheets pulled up to his waist. His arms are crossed behind his head and his eyes are staring at the ceiling. When you come into sight, his eyes cut to you for a second, take you in from head to toe and then, as if nothing happened, he goes back to examining the ceiling again.
Mister Unfazed. Two can play that game.
Without hesitation you walk up to the bed, drop the bag on the floor and get under the covers. He keeps ignoring you. You roll to your back and wait for a moment, then you stretch and turn off the lamp on your nightstand. The only light source in the room is Bucky’s lamp.
He doesn’t make a move to turn it off and you allow that pettiness for three minutes before turning to him and giving his side profile a scowl.
“Bucky.”
He tries to keep his face blank but you can see his mouth twitch again which only deepens the scowl on your own face.
“Bucky” You repeat, more urgent this time.
“Hm?”
“Turn off the fucking lamp.” Not going to lie, it does tick you off a little that he doesn’t even look at you.
“Hm. Tired?” He asks, his voice sounding low but you think you can hear a hint of teasing. It takes all of your willpower not to roll your eyes at him.
“Yes.”
He doesn’t really react to this, all he gives you is a nod that says “Ah”, a sign he heard you but that’s it. He continues to stare straight ahead. Hrmpf.
You count down from ten, just for good measure, and try to shoot daggers out of your eyes at him. Mister Unfazed stays unfazed. Mister Unfazed also seems to enjoy this.
“Bucky.”
Short silence.
“Bucky.”
“Hm?”
“Oh, for fuck’s sake!” You hiss, sit up and turn to the side. You put one hand next to his ribs and bend your torso over him, stretching the other arm to reach the light switch on his nightstand. This brings you into very close proximity – we’re talking a couple of inches – to his face which is something you try to ignore by turning your face to the side as if that would make it any better.
With a wildly beating heart you realize that your arm’s not long enough to actually reach the switch, so you get closer to him and try harder. You feel his eyes burn into your face but he doesn’t move. His hands stay behind his head.
You could kiss him now if you wanted. You just have to turn your face and bend down minimally, and you could press your lips on his. Of course, you don’t. He would throw you out of this room faster than you could say Sunstroke.
Eventually, you manage to turn the switch, the light goes out, the room turns dark. Quickly, you retreat and roll back to your own side, pulse running fast, belly doing all kinds of things, one of which is flutter. Stupid body. These reactions are so unnecessary.
You lie on your back and try to calm down, all the while listening into the dark, wondering whether Bucky will react to this or not. He makes you wait fifteen seconds (yes, you counted).
“Well, that was-“
“I don’t want to hear it” You quickly intervene, not ready for another insult.
He hesitates, and instead of starting another attempt he lets out another “Hm”, but it sounds more like a grunt. So much about that, you guess.
You close your eyes and pretend you’re at home, lying in your soft, comfy king size bed with extra pillows and a working AC. Being delusional doesn’t help this time, though, mostly because this room is so fucking hot, the absence of the AC lies like a ton of bricks in the room. Or on your chest. You can feel sweat like a thin layer on your skin everywhere, everywhere, so taking a shower earlier was a waste of time and water apparently.
Someone shoot me please or I’m going to die from heatstroke! All you wanted was to be there for Pepper’s big day but it looks like you’re not going to make it that far.
“God, this is hot” You sigh before you can stop yourself. There is silence for a second and you start to think Bucky’s already asleep but then you hear his deep voice beside you.
“Um, I don’t re-“
“The room, I mean. The fucking AC isn’t working and I feel like I’m going to sweat to death.”
Yikes. You shouldn’t have mentioned the sweat, that’s gross. Now he’s probably going to avoid touching you under all circumstances, which he would have done anyway, but this is worse. You clench your teeth and stare into the darkness, wishing you knew what’s going on in his head right now.
“Ever been to Russia? This is vacation. Everything’s better than freezing to death” Bucky returns in his usual scolding tone and as things normally go between you and him, you feel pissed almost immediately.
“I’m feeling so much better now, thank you, James. Your sensitive nature gets me everytime” You clap back and roll your eyes.
“If you want sweet talk, call Steve.”
“You think he would answer his phone at this time?” You ask, pretending to be hopeful and hear Bucky groan.
“Just sleep.”
“It’s too hot.”
“Sleep.”
“I can’t, I’m dy-“
“Sleep!”
You turn quiet and grin into the blackness around you. You give him half a minute before turning to face him, without actually being able to see him.
“Do you think they would do anything about the AC situation if we called the reception?”
Bucky sighs.
“It’s around midnight, I doubt anyone will fix anything right now.”
“I can’t sleep like this and I’m not just saying this to annoy you, it’s too hot to sleep. I will probably lie awake most of the night and look horrible. They have a photographer for tomorrow, the bachelorette party is tomorrow! I can’t handle all of that on two hours of sleep, James” You ramble, and even though you said you’re not telling him all of this to annoy him, you’re telling all of this to annoy him. Simple as that.
He was rude to you when you checked in and now is payback time.
“I don’t give a fuck about the photographer or the bachelorette party. I can handle all of that without getting any sleep, so this isn’t my problem. Do me a favour and be quiet, so I can at least pretend you’re not here with me.”
Hrmpf. Asshole.
“Oh and also, stop calling me James” He adds and you hear rustling, as if he put his hands away from under his head and lay them on the sheets.
“I can’t, James.”
Silence.
“James, I’m serious. I can’t sleep, James. Tomorrow is important for Pepper and for me, James, you know that. I can’t look like a racoon … James.”
He stays silent and is likely trying to hold on to that last straw of patience he still has. You grin.
“I’m too hot, I can’t sleep for shit, I don-“ You start again but suddenly there’s light in the room, making you blink and then there are two strong hands grabbing your wrists and pinning them next to your head. Heavy weight presses your upper body down into the mattress and prevents you from turning away.
Your heart takes this opportunity to jump into a marathon and your eyes grow big as you take in Bucky’s face hovering inches above yours, his eyes look intense and stormy and don’t allow any kind of backtalk. You don’t dare to say anything.
“If you don't stop going on about how hot it is, I'll give you a reason to feel hot” He growls in a tone that you have never heard from him before. Deep and coarse, and slightly threatening.
You don’t know what to say to that, so you don’t. You just stare at him and try to figure out what kind of parallel universe you entered to have this happening. Being this close to and this intimate with Bucky Barnes – and why the hell do you not mind it? At all?? Why is it the exact opposite right now??
He keeps silent and simply watches you, maybe waits for you to say anything, maybe expects you to utter your agreement and promise you won’t ever bother him again. That wouldn’t sound like you, though.
“Um … but it is hot. I’m not making this up” You mutter, not being able to speak any louder, too transfixed on his lips that seem so incredibly close that you feel like you can just raise your head a little and touch them.
Something in his eyes settles and that’s when his head comes down towards yours. All that’s left for you to do is watch, enthralled and freaking out. Your heart skips from its marathon into overdrive and you feel a belly flutter so strong it has to be off the charts. When his face is only an inch from yours, he says, his deep voice silky, “Do you ever listen to me?”
“No” You mumble breathlessly and wait in anticipation. So much about the Han Solo effect not being true. Maybe you shouldn’t give in – are you too easy?
His mouth comes down on yours. Your body tenses and you try hard not to react, but the kiss is nice. Very, very nice. Too nice to handle. You like his hands on you, even though they’re holding you down and you especially like his heat. And to think you just complained about the heat a minute ago. Crazy.
Then his tongue touches your lips and you feel a strong, pleasant tingle between your legs. You open your mouth to say something, maybe lie and protest you wouldn’t give in to him under different circumstances but his tongue slides inside. He tilts his head and the kiss gets serious.
You aren’t super experienced, but you can tell he is really good at, mainly because your whole body melts. Your lips fit themselves to his and you kiss him back. Who could blame you?
His mouth disengages from yours, only for a millisecond and he keeps pressing kisses onto your lips, softly, lightly. “How are you feeling?” He asks raspily against your mouth. You can’t help but smile at that question.
“Pretty hot.”
“Hm. We can do better than that” He says, lets go of your wrists and goes in for another mind-dazzling kiss. Instantly, you wrap your hands around his neck and press him further down to you if that’s even possible. Bucky seems to have gotten the clue because he slides his entire body over to you and carefully puts his knee on your thighs. Without hesitation you open them for him and the next seconds he’s lying on top of you, touching you everywhere and his hips settle between your legs.
Your body reacts instantly, softening, melting itself to him, and one of your hands goes under his tank top, your fingers tracing the hard muscle and soft feel of his back above the waistband of his shorts, brushing over slightly wet skin that makes you think he’s feeling just as hot as you are, then they slide up the indentation of his spine…
Suddenly, there’s a rumbling noise coming from above the door, causing you and him to interrupt the kiss and lift your heads. A second later, you hear a quiet buzz and then there’s cold air on your heated skin. The AC started working again.
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Sabo X Female Reader (Admiration)
"Seriously, if you like the guy, just tell him already! It's already just annoying by the way you look at him all lovey-dovey!" (Bf/n) exclaimed, clearly being fed up with my bullshit.
"Oh shut up. It's fine as is just admiring him being happy. Besides, why would he even like this dumb potato? If he's happy, I'm happy. Also, doesn't the saying go like happy guifu, happy lifu?" I retorted with a slight nonchalant tone.
"....................... NO YOU IDIOT, IT'S HAPPY WIFE, HAPPY LIFE. YOU WEREN'T EVEN CORRECT!!!" (Bf/n) shouted, just barely enough to draw attention while I just rolled my eyes. "Also," he continued, shoving food in his mouth. "You may be a dumb potato, but you are also the nicest and prettiest potato out there. Besides, do you even realize that Sabo actually looks at you sometimes?" (Bf/n) might be an idiot a majority of the time, but at least it's in that nice type of way.
I sighed. "Look, just because I "stare" at Sabo, doesn't mean that I like him. Besides, I stare at Kid sometimes, and that's cause I think about how much I hate him and how stupid he is."
"Oh is that so?"
I turned around at the sudden voice to see a certain tulip haired man, who just happens to be on a period 24/7.
"Oh hello, EustASS Fucking Kid." I greeted as I heard a few snickers from those who were brave enough. The really sad thing was however, no one realized that we were somehow siblings, even thOUGH WE HAD THE SAME MOTHERFUCKING LAST NAME. LIKE SERIOUSLY, HOW STUPID CAN THE HUMAN POPULATION GET!?!??
With that in mind little(?) readers, this meant that (Bf/n) was unaware of my relation with the edgy tulip. Therefore, he nearly shit his pants. It was sorta a funny sight though.
But oh no, it didn't just end there. Everyone within a hearing distance literally stopped what they were doing to look at the unknown sibling drama. Which also included Sabo, so fuck my life now. Since I was classified as a "shy" kid- even though the only kid here is a tulip- it looked like quite a shock for me to stand up the the idio- sorry, I meant bully. I could even hear (Bf/n) mutter "Don't do it you idiot. Don't provoke him."
But did I listen? I mean, why the fuck would I? So I continued as he did.
"Hello (dumb insulting name). I see you're being shitty as usual." CUE THE CONFUSED PEOPLE. Why? Because no one knows why he called me that. Though there is a story behind it... Which is embarrassing...
"I see you're being an ass like usual. Say, how is your arm? I do wonder what happened to it..." I talked back with a hint of sarcasm. Truth is, in one of our daily fights at home, I ended up breaking his arm, so now it was in a cast. Not my fault he insulted Sabo and was an asshole like usual though.
"Oh piss off." He spoke, before flipping me off and walking away. While he did that, I stuck my tongue at him. ;P
And my god, every one looked so confused, it was beautiful. And then there's Law, looking proud of me for slightly crushing Kid's pride. He didn't show it, but it was there.
I finally turned myself back to (Bf/n), only to be bombarded with questions.
~~~
After the event at lunch, apparently my reputation increased a bit for standing up to the idiot jerk. Why is this important? I'm actually, not sure.
Anyways, a few days have passed since then, and today on Friday, I, Eustass (Y/n), had received a note, letter, love letter? Whichever it is.
When school ended, I went home while Kid (a/n I wanted to write aniki for some reason XD) went out with his friends, leaving me alone with the note while not worrying about getting teased. It was a simple light blue paper folded into thirds, with a piece of tape holding it together. That's literally, just it. I peeled off the tape, and read.
Dear E. (Y/n),
I have already fallen for you for a while now, and the event on (insert date) a while back may have made me fall deeper than I thought I could have already.
Anyways, I'd like it if you could go out and join me at the Baratie for lunch at 11:30 am. Lunch will be on me, and I can't wait to see whether or not you come, but I hope you do.
Yours Truly,
S.
Hooooooooly cheese and macaroni, Did I just get asked out on a date???? The handwriting was nice though. But ohhhh lordie, my face is probably as red as big bro's hair, I don't know what to do. Look, I ain't good with affection or shit related to that. But do I go? What would I wear? What if it goes south? What if it's a prank? Or worse, it's not a prank? And who the hell is S???
Ohhhh boi, since I was never good with this kind of stuff to begin with, I texted (Bf/n), and you know what he replied with?
"Eh / Just go / U never kno wut might happen"
"Just go" He fricking says. Just. Go.
Like, does the fucker not know how I can't deal with this shit that fucking easily???
And just like that I lost all of tonight's sleep, just deciding to screw myself over and go. I may be Kid's sister, but I'm not that mean... I think.
When I woke up, I sneaked into Kid's room, to see the fucker snoring hella loud. I grabbed that thing used to match your skin, think it was called foundation? To cover any eyebags and what not, and sneaked back out. It was tempting to kick him though, but I didn't want him to question me.
I went back to my room and grabbed a black tank top with a plain (f/c) jacket, with white cuffs of the sleeves. I also wore (a) (shade of blue) blue jeans that went a bit below my knees, being slightly ripped. As for shoes, I just wore some black boots with a (f/c) streak somewhere. (Sorry im bad at explaining clothes)
I then left at 11:15 because I wanted to be there 10 minutes early and it took 5 minutes to get there by foot.
I grabbed my earphones and phone from my pocket to play some music on my way there and hummed to the tune while waiting.
About 8 minutes passed when I got there I think, when I finally heard a familiar voice.
"Sorry if I'm late. My brothers wanted food so I had to make them some." I turned around to the source of the voice and my face immediately reddened. Because wHO THE FUCK KNEW THAT IT WAS GONNA BE MY CRUSH THAT I DENIED TOWARDS (BF/N)!?!?!??
Sabo was wearing a simple white button up shirt and some brown jean looking pants, and yet he still, looks great. But I had to speak otherwise, I might just be rude, or weird, or both.
"I-it's fine. You're not late, i-its just that I was here earlier."
GODDAMMIT WHY DID I STUTTER???? KILL MEEEEEEEEE.
"That's good, sorry to keep you waiting then? Anyways, let's go inside. Ladies first." The somehow calm fuck said as he opened the door with a fucking wink that just melted me. But you know what I did? I just chuckled at the silly gesture but really, I have no fucking idea what to do.
Like excepted, we sat at a table, ordered our food, and talked. Surprisingly, it actually wasn't that hard to talk to him. I mean it still sorta is cause I like him and I don't wanna screw up my chances, but, it was nice.
After we finished, we went to the park, and you probably guessed, more talking and idle chat. Mainly Sabo poking fun at his brothers.
"And then there was this one time where went to the beach, a-and we were in a boat and then we heard this noise." Sabo started again with another story in mind, sounding like he was trying so hard not to just fall to the ground and laugh. "At first, Marco looked like he didn't care, and he was chill. When all of a sudden he just screamed like a girl right when a seal came up behind him, and he just clung to Thatch like a scared child!" And he lost it. He just started to break into laughter, and loose his shit. Can't blame him though, as I joined in on his laughter. (Itotallydidn'tputareferencetooneofKiraReno'sstoriesjustnow)(congrats if you could read that)
Because just imagine. Your super calm and serious seeming art teacher, looking like he isn't scared easily, screaming like a small girl AND CLINGING to his brother, just because he's scared! And then I lost it too.
He then shared some more stories as he walked me back home after a while. Though sadly but obviously, he didn't share any funny stories about himself. It was pretty quiet when we got in front of my house, which made me suspicious of what Kid was doing, but I shrugged it off.
"Well, I'll be going now. Here's my number so you can text me!" He spoke with a precious smile.
And then kissed my fucking forehead.
I turned red, obviously not expecting it, when out of fucking no where-
"OI!!! KEEP YOUR HANDS, OFF OF MY SISTER!!!!"
And who else would it be other than Eustass. Fucking. Kid.
"S-sister?!" Sabo was surprised, but who came blame him? Would you really expect one of the top bullies of the school to just come out of fucking no where and just defend somehow his little sister? Because people would usually say I'm an angel, which, clearly they haven't met me.
Sick and tired of Kid's usual and daily bullshit, i took off my boot, and threw it at Kid's face. Thankfully, the window was open.
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Your Name, Age (17+), & Timezone: Meg, too old, EDT
Zephyrine Oriana Bowie turned 17 years old on March 14th. She’s a junior at Greensville High School. Her faceclaim is Billie Eilish.
Bio:
As a lover of all things strange, you could guess that Zephyrine Bowie tends to stand out in a crowd. From her peculiar fashion sense down to her creepy obsession with the dead, she was never one to fit in.
When Mélissandre Thibert, her biological mother, passed away due to some post-birth complications, no one really knew what to do with the little girl. Her father was a one night stand: he’d never even pretended that he’d be a part of that child’s life, and Mélissandre didn’t expect him to be, either. Her life had been on a steady decline: she lost her job, was battling addiction and had just gotten dumped by whom she thought to be the love of her life. In some ways, Zephyrine was her saving grace, her one reason to try and get better. And for a while, it worked. But ultimately, she was in too poor a condition previously to be salvaged by 9 months of self-care.
When it all came down to it, the only person who stepped up to the task and wanted that child was Makani Bowie. He’d been a pen-pal of Mélissandre’s for nearly 10 years now, and although they hadn’t met more than 5 times, they made sure to talk every day and video chat weekly. It was nothing if not platonic, but nonetheless he was all she had left. With him residing in America and little Zephyrine being in France, it wasn’t an easy task. But after a long, strenuous process, he was finally able to adopt the little girl and bring her back to his home, in Greensville. Makani’s mother often referred to her as a demon, recalled seeing something ‘wicked’ in the little girl’s eyes the moment she was first brought into the family. Eff grew up alone with Makani and his son, Lazarus. Even without a mother, she never lacked anything: she’s forever grateful for that.
In elementary school, Bowie started to display an explosive character. She didn’t have a good relationship with her classmates. From the get-go, she was an easy target for kids to pick on. It didn’t help that at any given chances, Zephyrine would go on about how she believed in fairies, mystical creatures and witchcraft. But in all honesty, she couldn’t give a flying fuck about what others thought of her, she liked to embrace who she was and her beliefs. What were these kids to her anyway but mere classmates? When they started to spread vile rumors about her and her family, she started to lash out at them. Especially at girls. She’d decapitate their dolls and pick up fights. Pull, scratch and bite. During this time, she often found herself in the principal’s or the counselor’s office, and this carried on into her high school career. Needless to say she didn’t have many friends, still doesn’t. But she likes it that way. Now a junior in high school, it seems as if most of the kids she went to elementary with forgot about her. In fact, it was during the summer before her freshman year that her appearance took a drastic turn and she’s basically unrecognizable anymore. Zephyrine started getting inked and dyed her hair all sorts of fantasy colors. Her peculiar sense of fashion draws attention, but the good one this time. Eff is usually quiet, for the simple reason that she prefers discussing with the dead rather than the living. Yet she’s not afraid to speak her mind. It comes pouring out of her without any effort. In that sense, she’s incredibly blunt and lacks a filter. Some have called her rude, but she doesn’t care. Regardless, Bowie is a very smart and articulate young lady. What most people admire about her is obviously her open-mindedness. She’s also a big fan of DIY projects and any sort of crafts, which makes her somewhat resourceful. She’s someone that although you may need some time getting in their good books, once you’re in her circle you can always count on her.
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Night had always been Zephyrine’s favorite time of day for as long as she could remember. The starry sky, chilly breeze and complete silence were only a few things she enjoyed. But tonight, she found herself in a totally opposite setting.
When her brother, Lazarus, asked her to tag along to a gathering on the beach, Zephyrine didn’t think twice about it. Their Meemaw was coming over, and no opportunity to be as far away from the woman as possible were taken for granted. What she hadn’t taken into consideration when blindly accepting was the amount of people that would actually attend, or how Laz was bound to dump her to go french some random person at some point in the night.
Zephyrine’s currently sitting in front of the bonfire, throwing anything she can find into the flame and watching it burn. She hasn’t spoken to a single soul, and Lazarus, of course, is nowhere in sight. It wouldn’t be as bad if the bonfire wasn’t surrounded by couples practically fucking right then and there. She hadn’t expected this big a turnout, and the crowd was starting to make her feel antsy. Throwing one last empty can of beer into the fire, Bowie decides to get up and head towards the shore.
The further away she gets from the crowd, the lighter her steps feel. It’s not that she was afraid of people, not at all. She was just very picky with people she allowed close to her. Eff held everyone to a higher standard due to past hurt, which made getting close to her very difficult. And Lazarus’ friends? They definitely weren’t her type. Funny how her brother was the person she got along with best, but his choice in friends was so poor. When she reaches the shoreline, Zephyrine crouches down and drags her finger against the damp sand. She isn’t drawing anything in particular, just letting her hands wander around and she finds herself way more entertained than she’d been the entire night. That is, before someone pulls her out from her bubble.
“Boo!” Lazarus startles his sister, bursting into laughs when she topples over face first into an incoming wave. Now drenched in ice cold water, Eff wipes a hand down her face.
“You motherfucker!” she exclaims, springing up into action and staring at him with wide eyes. She tries so hard to keep her angry act, but a smile can’t help to pull at the corner of her lips. This just amuses Laz further.
“I didn’t think you were so fucking clumsy, chill out Eff”, he rolls his eyes, and that earns him a hard shove from his sister. He stumbles but his feet remain planted into the ground. “Nice try, sissy.”
“Yeah, yeah, whatever. I’m gonna catch a cold because of your dumb ass”, Bowie sighs. She grabs a handful of her hair and twists it so drain the water out. A slight rustling sound catches her attention and when she looks up, Lazarus is draping his jacket over her shoulders.
“Here. Are you having fun? Except the possible hypothermia, I mean”, he asks with a sheepish smile. He picks up a beer bottle, presumably his, and takes a long swig as he awaits her answer.
“Are you seriously asking me this, Laz?” Zephyrine retorts. “I thought you knew me better than that, wow”, she puts a hand over her heart, dramatizing the situation and that manages to make her brother chuckle.
“I know you’re dying on the inside, sue me for being hopeful. Y’wanna go home, then?”
“Your unbuttoned shirt and raw lips tell me you don’t”, she crosses her arms over her chest, an eyebrow quirking up as she eyes him from head to toe.
“Ah, shut the fuck up. It’s a party, what did you expect?” Lazarus counterattacks, visibly taken aback by the comment, flustered even.
“For you not to dip your dick in the first chick you see, maybe?”
“To be fair, I dipped it.. but in her mou-”
“Ah ah! Stop talking, TMI, Laz… TMI!” the girl interrupts him, nose wrinkled in disgust.
“Fine, okay. Still doesn’t answer my question. You wanna go?” Zephyrine bites her lip, avoiding his gaze as she shrugs. “Zephyrine…” he warns, and that makes her snap her head up to finally look at him.
“…yeah, this sucks. And I’m cold. I just know you’re having fun and I don’t wanna force you to leave. But if Dad picks me up, then Meemaw’s gonna-”
“Zephyrine, calm down, it’s okay. This is getting boring, anyway. We ran out of beer, I’m good with leaving”, he reassures her, stepping closer and pulling her into a hug. He sways them from side to side, purposefully making them tip over as if to almost fall, but he catches them back every single time. They both laugh in unison, and that’s the first real laugh Effy let out tonight. Lazarus moves back only enough to look at her. “Even if I didn’t wanna leave, I’d leave for you”, he presses a soft kiss to her forehead, but she pushes him away.
“Gross, you’re drunk”, she states as she wipes away the spot on her forehead he’d kissed.
“Maybe I am, so what?”
“Don’t kiss me, period. Especially not when you ate pussy, you reek of it!” That comment makes Lazarus burst into giggles, almost falling over his sister. “God, you’re done, let’s go”, she wraps an arm around his waist and starts walking away.
A comfortable silence settles between them, and that’s something she always appreciated from her brother. There wasn’t a need for small talk, they could just revel in each other’s presence without a word spoken. And so, the entire walk home was spent without a word being exchanged. Zephyrine was cold, slightly buzzed and tired, but as they strolled through Greensville together, she couldn’t help but think maybe this night wasn’t so bad after all.
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Uhhh warning body image? Mild.
Mom stop commenting on my weight/how much food I eat or how little food I eat/what type of food I eat challenge
Like holy shit I already struggle with like... body image and shit. And I am kinda chubby, I KNOW that, I'm working on it... the LAST thing I need is someone who thinks it's funny to point out shit about me that I'm insecure about.
I wore skinny jeans once and this bitch stared at my thighs for like... a long ass time and then said something about how I need to eat less junk food/workout... anyways I cried.
Also just commenting on my body in general is really weird??? Whenever I pack I make sure my parents dont see it just because the few times I did it when they were around they were making fun of me... cis people have such AUDACITY like okay mrs, you try experiencing dysphoria, let's see how YOU cope. Let's see what YOU do to pass so that you aren't fucking assaulted in a bathroom or whatever.
OR my face holy shit literally I think one of be reasons I'm so comfortable wearing a mask at school and hate taking it off is because of all the fucking comments I get about my face... I'm not going to blame my sister because shes just a kid and she doesnt mean it, but my parents... dude my dad literally didn't recognize my fucking face like twice.... he thought I did something to plump my lips up and he was MAD and I was like dude wtf?? This is just how my face looks?? You don't recognize your own son's face?? Hoenslty it really hurt my feelings and even now talking about it I feel upset because like... am I really so disfigured that my own fucking dad thinks I fucked up my face??? Doesn't recognize my natural face as being my NATURAL face???
I also don't appreciate comments about my acne... bitch I KNOW I have pimples... it's my fucking face I see it everyday... no need to remind me. OR WHEN PEOPLE TRY AND INSINUATE THAT MY ACNE IS A RESULT OF POOR HYGIENE.... bitch I literally use like,,, fancy dermatologist prescribed creams morning and night and I wash my face at least twice during the day, plus every few months I use a PILL to prevent acne and it's literally so strong I have to take breaks from it so my skin doesnt dry out??? I PROMISE YOU people with bad skin take better care of it than you do... I dont even wear makeup just because I know it's bad for my pores but I dont see YOU without a face full of makeup ever, Kate. Hm? Do you even know what toner is, Kate??? Hm??? Do you know about benzoyl peroxide??? Hm??? Do you know about salicylic acid??? I bet you dont use any of that shit. So stop assuming stupid bullshit.
I dont really mind people saying shit about my nose, like I KNOW it's a weird shape and I dont give a fuck because its unique. Like fr I've never seen another motherfucker with my same nose. It's kinda ugly but also kinda cool? They like to talk about it like If that will hurt my feelings? Like why are you even trying to make me upset about how I look that's literally so fucking rude?
It's just so uncomfortable,.,.,.,,, like thanks for ruining my self confidence for the day I guess.
"You can't do XYZ, you're going to get fat..." I KNOW THAT!!! I KNOW!! I dont need you to remind me how fat I am every 2 seconds like I literally live in my body I think I already know!!!!
Also they're kinda hypocritical they're like "I can feel ur ribs omg u need to eat more!!!" Then 2 seconds later I get the "eat less" thing ... make up ur mind???
Jesus christ... like it's none of your business how would u like it if I kept track of what you ate and called u fat for it or laughed at you for it or told you to eat more or eat less? How would u like it if I mentally counted the amount of calories you ate just to make you feel bad about it??
No joke my mom literally counted once.. she was like "omg u ate x amount of calories already!!" ITS NONE OF UR BUSINESS??? SHUT UP??
And then they wonder why I restrict like omfg heres your fuckinf answer
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