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caleiiiii · 4 years ago

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mcyt subway au pt 4 - ELECTRIC BOOGALOO

check out the master post here !

halloween

phil lets everyone dress up for the halloween weekend as long as they wear the nametag and hat

tubbo dresses up as a bee (it matches the pin on his visor :D)

tommy tries to “dress up” as schlatt, but gets denied as soon as he walks in the door

wilbur, the shift lead, decides that tommy can just. wear a sheet over his head with the eyes cut out

he has to wear the hat and nametag on the sheet tho

wilbur, quackity, and fundy decide it would be hilarious to all wear their uniforms backwards

hats, shirts, aprons, pants, it’s all backwards

wilbur asks fundy if hes gonna wear his fursuit (this is before the philza smackdown)

fundy is Not Pleased

the dream team + karl dress up as hogwarts students

instantly the favorites from all the kids who come into the store

technoblade dresses up as a vampire

isnt allowed to ring people up because of the fake fangs

eret dresses up as a king, also attempts to wear those like 5 inch platform heels

the reason he cant is because he kept hitting his head on things

niki dresses up as wednesday addams

phil told her she wasnt allowed to keep the crossbow on her :(

schlatt just shows up in his everyday clothes

when quackity asks who hes dressed up as schlatt just responds

“God”

no one else asks any questions

the proofer incident

one time tubbo was sick and couldn’t work his shift

everyone else was busy so phil let tommy and wilbur work it alone

since tubbo always bakes the bread, tommy had to do it

(for context, you have to proof bread before you bake it so it rises)

so tommy placed all the dough in the proofer to proof

but he didnt set the timer right

cut to a few hours later

the two are just finishing up a big rush when wilbur looks into the proofer

“tommy, you do know how to set the timer on the proofer, right?”

“what timer?”

tommy looks into the proofer

its just

dough

so much dough

(when you overproof dough it gets really big)

wilbur starts CACKLING

tommy just. stares

they run out of bread that evening

languages

tubbo asks niki to teach him german one night

niki decides to hang up a bunch of sticky notes on items around with the store with the german word for it

fundy and quackity begin to do the same for dutch and spanish respectively

phil tells them as long as its in the back room he doesnt mind

speedrunning sandwiches

dream is hella good at making sandwiches

prides himself on being pretty damn good at his job

one day he hears rumors about a worker from another subway store who is super fast at making sandwiches

dream, curious, asks what location and decides to pay a visit to this newfound competitor

when he gets there, he meets illumina

the guy is just so fast at making sandwiches

dreams internal monolouge: “oh, this is my new rival”

as illumina is making his sandwich hes just like. mentally taking notes

he starts going to the other subway like about 3-4 days a week

everytime he asks for illumina to make his sandwich

every single time

time skip to two ish weeks later or smth

dream has made way too many google docs and spreadsheets over this

once he was editing it on the company computer and sapnap caught him and just stared in horror

he goes into the subway to order another sandwich and asks for illumina again

as dream is paying illumina kinda asks

“hey, so uh, is there a reason that you come in here like every day and always request that i make your sandwich?”

dream just. Freezes

its a weird conversation

the kitten incident(s) -an expansion on an idea by @trademarked-but-not-really !

schlatt, despite the façade he puts up, is a big softie

one time he finds a tiny kitten on his way to work

in a split second decision he just. brings the kitten to work

places the cat in his cubby behind his sweatshirt

during his lunch break he goes to the back room to play with the kitten

quackity catches schlatt holding the kitten and baby-talking it

“who’s a good kitty? you are! you-”

“uh, schlatt, what are you doing?”

quackity gets so much blackmail

“if you tell anyone about this you’re dead.”

quackity uses his blackmail to get out of so much stuff

after that incident, schlatt gets better at hiding the kittens

there are still some slip ups tho

phil: “is that cat hair on the floor?”

schlatt, hiding a kitten in his apron: “no... hopefully”

after his shift he always brings the kittens to the local animal shelter

he also volunteers there during his free time

one time niki comes in to adopt a cat and walks in only to see schlatt holding 3 small kittens

one in each hand, and another climbing up his shoulder

they just -stare- at eachother

needless to say, another person gains blackmail on schlatt that day

trade-offs

tommy, tubbo, and wilbur haggle and trade doing certain tasks

mainly sweeping the store and stocking the chips display

these trades get VERY intense

“i’ll start on freezer pulls if you sweep and mop” “only if you do prep work tomorrow” “deal!”

“i’ll let you bake bread and cookies if you also stock the chip display” “ugh, fine”

one day phil comes in to do inventory just to see the three boys standing by the task list screaming at each other

luckily only bad and skeppy were in the shop

schlatt and wilbur origins

when schlatt first started working at subway, he always got paired with wilbur on shifts

(this is before tommy and tubbo started working at subway)

they got along like a house on fire

they always made up bets to complete while they worked

on their first shift alone they decided to play a hellish rendition of “the floor is lava”

whoever lost had to buy the others meals for a month

skeppy and bad agreed to be the referees for the day

they took extra chairs from the back and placed them around the shop so they could get around without touching the floor

they even put chairs behind the bain (the area behind the counter)

after they set everything up, the game began

from then on, they spent the whole day perched on chairs

customers were

very confused

to say the least

many tasks were done poorly or not at all in an attempt to win the bet

the two survive until the end of the day with no major failures

in a last ditch attempt to win, schlatt made a dramatic final speech and pushed wilbur from the chair he was standing on

skeppy recorded the whole speech

unfortunately, wilbur hit the floor just as phil arrived

the manager in question was PISSED

wilbur and schlatt were banned from working together in the future

feel free to send my asks about this au!! also, if you write/draw anything for this au, please tag me!!! i’d love it see it :D

tag list :)

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#mcyt #mcyt au #mcyt subway au #dreamwastaken #eret #fundy #georgenotfound #jschlatt #karl jacobs #niki nihachu #tommyinnit #wilbur soot #tubbo #philza #technoblade #sapnap #quackity #badboyhalo #skeppy

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hrina · 4 years ago

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hi 🥰 so i recently hit 20k followers which is crazy tbh. in honour of reaching that milestone, i was thinking of doing a fic celebration instead of just a regular follow forever. so here i am hehehehe

underneath the cut, i’ve come up with 40 prompts. feel free to choose a prompt that inspires u and write a little something based on it. here are a few tidbits of information if ur interested in participating:

- anyone can take part in this. we don’t have to be mutuals or anything like that! - u can pick multiple prompts if u want! go crazy lol - with that being said, u can also come up with ur own if none of mine inspire u! because lets face it this is my first time doing this so they probably aren’t that great sfjsfnsjfsnfs - i think i’ll make the minimum word count 500 words, just to keep things simple. there will be no maximum word count tho, so if u wanna write a longer piece, go ahead! - there’s no due date for this! writing under pressure can be stressful and i don’t wanna add any more anxiety to ur lives lol, so take all the time u need! - all genres of writing are accepted! fluff, angst, smut, etc. - feel free to tag me in ur work! and also, use the tag #majorharry20k bc that’s what i’ll be tracking to keep up with any submissions :) - since the tags are kinda fucked up on tumblr dot com, please don’t hesitate to send ur piece to me via DM as well if u want! i wanna make sure i catch everything, that way i can reblog it with my thoughts and praises hehe 💌

also, i won’t be accepting anything involving cheating, abuse, or any other unethical tropes. this is meant to be a fun challenge so let’s keep it that way!

i’m super excited, and i hope that u guys are interested in taking part if u have the time! thanks again for following me and being my pals, it means the world <3

also: thanks to @harryforbode for the banner! its super cute em

1. “That is by far the dumbest thing you’ve ever done.”

2. “Are you going to release me anytime soon, or…?”

3. “Our water bill is going to be through the roof after this.”

4. “You’re lying. I can tell when you’re looking at me like that.”

5. “What part of ‘we broke up’ don’t you understand?”

6. “Should—should we kiss?”

7. “Can you please just do this one thing for me?”

8. “Open up.”

9. “They don’t know, and I’d like to keep it that way for a little while longer.”

10. “Not now. We’re in public.”

11. “Found it in your drawer. Why were you hiding it from me?”

12. “Well, don’t stop on my account.”

13. “Either say what you came here to say or leave.”

14. “What’s in the bag?”

15. “Fuck—what should we do?”

16. “You can’t keep doing this to me. It’s not fair.”

17. “I know what I want.”

18. “This song always makes me…you know.”

19. “Are you being sincere, or is this just another one of your lies?”

20. “I’m so fucking proud of you.”

21. “Can you just shut up for one second?”

22. “I don’t know—I just didn’t feel that spark.”

23. “Great. I’m soaked.”

24. “This won’t work unless you stay still.”

25. “How much do I owe you?”

26. “Pay attention to me.”

27. “Your hands are soft.”

28. “Do you love me?”

29. “Stop looking at me like that.”

30. “You’re making this so much harder than it has to be.”

31. “Well, maybe I don’t want to just be your friend.”

32. “How about you get off my dick?”

33. “I—I’m sorry. I didn’t know.”

34. “You’re nothing like him.”

35. “If you ever tell anyone about this, I’ll kill you.”

36. “I know you’re busy, but…can we talk?”

37. “Do you want to play a game?”

38. “I’m pretty good at minding my own business. You should try it sometime.”

39. “What does it feel like?”

40. “Cover up, please.”

#if any mutuals wanna rb this to spread the word i'd really appreciate it <3 but only if u want to sjfjsdfnsjfsnfsj #majorharry20k #goddddd hopefully there's no typos ill die otherwise jsfsdjns #also why do i say 'also' so much omg thats annoying sry

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everyhowlmarksthedead · 4 years ago

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LOBO SONORA

Hank ‘Tranq’ Loza x Reader

Anon asked: Hi! I hope your doing okay💜 I was wondering if you could write an imagine where the reader is an old lady (you can write this for any member of the Mayans, I didn't think of anyone specifically) and she seems like this cozy housewife but one day she kicks the shit out a burglar and she explains to her family that she is the daughter of a crime boss and she was taught how to fight by him and other members of her family. I hope you have a great day / night and thank you💜💜💜💜

Word Count: 1.3k

Author comments: What about a second part? This work wasn't re-edited, so I'm sorry if you find grammar mistakes! I hope you all enjoy. Gif isn't mine, credits to the author.

Tag list: @starrynite7114 @chibsytelford @dazzledamazon @mara-mpou @sammskellington @gemini0410 @1-800-imagines @briana-mishell24 @sassymox @whyisgmora @aquamento @sadeyesgf @viviansafizada @samcrobae @jade770 @witchy-wish @rebel-without-cause-x @xx--day-dreamer--xx @spiced-reads @tita127 @ifoundmyhappythought @enamouravecleslivresetlechocolat @angelxshiba @destynelseclipsa @sheeshgivemeabreak @abbiesthings @knowles-morgan @lady-pswrld @minnicelli @marquelapage @bigcreatorwombatdreamer ✨ (if you wanna be tagged, send me a message!)

“Shit, baby, wait!”

Tranq stops his bike, like Bishop and Taza does. You were about to have dinner at the ranch, when you noticed that your phone isn't inside your pocket.

“Just one second, caballeros!”

The front yard of the clubhouse is empty, with the lights turned off, so taking off the helmet from your hair you lead your steps towards the porch. Coming in and illuminating the living room, you have one quickly look to the poker table, finding your phone there. Grabbing it, you turn around hearing some steps walking closer.

“I foun— ¿Quién chingados eres tú?” (Who the hell are you?)

A man wearing a spooky mask is in front of you, pointing you with a gun and making a gesture with his free hand for you to close the door. But even if the logic would ask for help, it's the first time in seven years that someone threatens you like that and your body reacts before your brain. The guy is close enough to be hitten by your right leg, going straight to his forearm to make the gun fall down, getting shot in the meantime. The bullet impacts in the virgin, alerting the Mayans.

The man tries to hit you back, but you use the helmet to punch him on the face, unbalancing him to the left, before squatting to move your leg from his right ankle to his heels; making him fall to the floor. Everything happens in less than three seconds, when your husband and the other two mexicans appear.

“Are you okay?” Tranq runs towards you, cupping your cheeks in his hands, while you nod somewhat nervously.

Bishop takes off the mask from the man, but they look at you two, before looking at Taza. No one knows him.

“Who has sent you?”

“Lobo Sonora”. He replies between some painful growls. “Her father”.

“What?” Your husband looks confused, taking some steps away from you. And you can't blame him. You never told him who you really are.

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“Madre de los Mayas” that's how the whole Cali knows you by. The perfect wife, the perfect mother, the perfect friend. But you're far away to be perfect, you don't even want to be it. You just take care of your chosen family, like your blood family never did. You ran away from Sonora when your father tried to make you marry someone you didn't love. Someone that used to denigrate you in several ways. And maybe Santo Padre was too close from your hometown, Hermosillo, but you didn't care about it. Your father knows pretty well where you are, but for a damn time he respected your decision. Now, you would like to know what the hell he wants, after almost eight years without crossing the border.

But first, you have to answer some questions that you never thought you would have to answer.

The three men are sitting in their respective chairs, while you had a seat on the other front of the main table inside the Templo. It's been a couple hours since you caught the mexican your father sent to have contact with you, without using phones. Tranq looks disappointed, bemused and furious. All in one. All because of you and your half truths.

“I love you”. You say when Bishop is about to talk. “I really do, Hank”.

“I don't trust you anymore. I don't know who you are… And all I care about, right now, is my club”.

“Brother, let her explain himself”. Taza says raising a hand to calm your husband.

“I don't want”. He simply replies, before getting up from his chair.

“Hank, listen…”

“Don't fucking dare to talk to me”. He points you with a forefinger, when you try to face him before leaving the Templo.

Sitting down again, you nail your elbows on the table starting to cry, sinking your face into your palms. It hurts the other men too. They know you're not a liar. They know you're not a traitor. So they wait in silence for you, to explain yourself.

“I ju—just ran away from Sonora… I didn't wa—want to follow his orders”. You say after some minutes, between sobs and deep breaths.

“What orders, querida?”

“My father… My father wanted me to ma—marry a Vato”.

“One of El Palo's men?” Che leans over the table, shaking his head slightly.

You nod.

“You, better than anybody in the Mayans, knows what it means”.

“And that's it…?”

“Beatings, rapes, scapegoats…” The Apache turns to the mexican, making him lying on his chair snorting and rubbing his face. “That's what they do to their wives, hermano. That's for what they use them”.

“I ha—have information about my father… that could burn down his empire. I wi—will give it to you, if you want it”.

“I believe you, (Y/N). You don't have to prove us a shit, okay?” Bishop highlights then, letting you breathe for a second. Turning to the vice, he has a drag from his cigar. “Find out why they sent that pendejo for. I'll talk with Tranq”.

“Bish…” You call him, while they get up from their chairs. “I'm sorry… I'm really sorry for not telling you about it. I tho—thought my father just… gave up on me”.

“Mamá Maya, estás salvo aquí”. (You're safe here) He replies caressing your left cheek with the back of his fingers. “Wait here”.

As soon as they leave you alone, closing the glass door, you break into pieces. You really appreciate that they trust in you, but if your husband doesn't, you're lost. You love him more than anything. You've been together for the last seven years and your love turned into a beautiful warrior called Alma. You can't imagine a day without waking up by his side, while your daughter jumps on the mattress. You can't imagine a night without watching your husband reading a story to your baby, before going to sleep together, telling him how much you love him in the intimacy of your room. You were living in hell for twenty years, until you found Tranq. He saved you.

When the door gets opened again, you're unable to turn around, recognizing his smell flooding the empty room. Closing it, he walks towards you, sitting on the next chair and resting his forearms against the edge of the table. His look is lost in the middle of nowhere, organizing his ideas inside his head, keeping silence and making you feel scared.

“Why did you leave Sonora?”

“My father wa—wanted me to marry Pablo Santos”.

You know that you don't need to say anything else, when he turns his face and his attention towards you.

“Does your father know about me, about Alma?” You nod slowly. “Did you tell him?”

“The last time I talked with him wa—was eight years ago”. Shaking your head and cleaning the tears, you curl a leg against your chest above the chair. “But he is ‘Lobo Sonora’, he knows everything”.

“You should go home”. Tranq just says, getting up with a heavy snort.

“Hank, please”. Quickly, you hold his hand standing up. “Please… don't leave me. I beg you”.

“I'll stay here to know what your father wants”.

“I will wait for you, then. Alma is… with Leti till tomorrow”.

“(Y/N)...”

“Please”.

Your husband cups your face into his huge hands, leaning forward to kiss your forehead and all that you can feel is your legs about to falter. He catches your lips between his in a dearly kiss, caressing your cheeks with both thumbs. So warm, so gentle, like he usually is with you.

“Go to my room, try to sleep. I'll be there in a few”.

“I love you”. You just say, letting a tear run away from your left eye.

“I know it, vida mía. I know it”.

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babyybitchhh · 4 years ago

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Oh! You are taking requests! That’s awesome! ✨💫 I’d like to request a scenery where the reader lost her sister to Douma (she lacks proof... it’s an strong gut feeling?... she’s right tho) so, she get on his “good side” working in his cult to get a chance to avenge her sibling... her acting convincing and the “betrayal” amuses him to no end, so he decides to play with her before... eating/transforming her? Your choice! I’m a sucker for horror so it could be as dark as your heart allow it! 💜💃

Sorry this took so long cxnvldsnvoen and even though I tweaked the storyline just a wittle bit, I hope you like it! <3

Words: 2639

Rating: Explicit/R-18+

Warnings: Cunnilingus, involuntary urination, cannibalism (sort of, you know the drill with Douma), body horror? Sexual gore? Yandere?? I’ll be honest, I’m not entirely sure how to tag this one.

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/24362824/chapters/66015442#workskin

♥♥♥♥

You were easily the most insincere person he’d ever had the pleasure of knowing.

The lie itself was written all across your face in bold, slashing brushstrokes for the whole world to see if only they’d look close enough but so few ever did. He alone was privy to your deceit. Only he saw that dishonest smile for what it was, always so placid and warm even though it just barely concealed the hissing viper within. The unwavering mask of false loyalty you greet him with and the rage waging war behind your eyes every time you look into his face. Everything was right there, completely out in the open as if you couldn’t be bothered with trying to hide it, and Douma loved that aspect of you perhaps most of all.

Just as any good figurehead should, he’d nurtured the darkness within you until it sprouted roots and festered, growing ever larger as your hate for him also grew. Welcomed you and your heavy burden with open arms. Encouraged it even. You were simply too fun to play with and he was ever so curious to see how far into depravity you would ultimately spiral because of him. In some ways it was sad. Pathetic even that you would devote what was left of your miserable life to being a duplicitous little bitch when there were so many alternatives that were far, far more pleasant. But it was also undeniably thrilling at the same time, almost intoxicatingly so.

To think that he had angered you to the point of not only chasing after him like a pitiable stray but to also go so far as joining his congregation just to get close … this was a uniquely exquisite indulgence he wouldn’t soon rush to squander. Particularly not when keeping you around afforded him so many plushy benefits.

“You’re trembling.” A dangerously sharp nail traces its path down the length of your twitching stomach. He pauses at your belly button, toys with the notion of jamming his finger right through it and into your guts, but ultimately decides to save it for another day. Humming faintly, Douma resumes his tauntingly slow descent south. “Are you cold?”

You refuse to look at him and instead push the side of your face deeper into the pillow. It was always like this no matter how often he opened up his chamber doors in welcome. You simply refused to stop playing your part even when he had you spread out like some shameless whore on his bed of silk and that would never cease to amuse him for as long as he allowed you to live. You’d have been quite the accomplished actress if only you hadn’t been going up against the head performer himself. That you were out of your league was, to him at least, painfully obvious but he didn’t have the heart to tell you that just yet.

No, not yet. There was still more of you to savor.

Bending close, Douma presses a lingering kiss to the center of your stomach. He can taste you on his tongue, blooming notes of stale meat poisoned with bitter fury, and it elicits a quiet groan out of him. You were the finest decadence he’d had in his bed in a very long while.

“Poor thing, that just won’t do. Let me warm you up.”

You squirm against the sheets as he pecks his way lower, issuing expertly timed sighs at the appropriate intervals. He appreciates just how committed you are to the act. Wonders if you found some pathetic young sod to practice with before presenting yourself to him or if you were simply a brazen slut by nature. It’s hard to say which prospect delighted him more, though Douma hardly cares to know the answer, particularly when he presses two fingers to your outer labia and carefully spreads them open.

So soft and fleshy, the petal-like folds make his mouth water. He could imagine no greater joy than nibbling on those puffy little lips and taking nipping bites at the swollen pearl bud that peaks up at him even now until you were bordering on hysterics, fighting him tooth and nail to get away. Only then, only when you were a frenzied animal trying to escape his taloned clutches, would Douma allow himself to sink his teeth in at long last. He was certain your sweet cunt would give way under his jaw without much resistance, if any at all. It would be just like biting into a peach.

But you weren’t quite ripe enough yet. You were almost there -- so, so very close he could just about feel the meat of your womanhood being rendered and chewed between his molars -- but still not there. He would satiate his abominable hunger only when you were blackened, mind, body and soul with your hate.

Eagerly licking his lips, Douma leans down and swipes the tip of his tongue across your clit. The way the meaty nub clings to his taste buds, dragging against the salivating muscle until it pops back into place with a plump jiggle, delights him to no end. It was so swollen that even it’s protective hood did very little in the way of concealing your arousal. If he didn’t know any better, he’d almost think you’d had to go months on end without release. Evidently, though, your cunt just enjoyed being on the receiving end of his attention that much even when your brain was most assuredly in total disagreement with that sentiment.

He moans, very faintly, at the thought of your brain. The day of feast couldn’t come quick enough.

“Oh, sweet dove …” Douma coos, nuzzling into your clenching pussy as if he were a cat marking its territory. “Are you really so neglected? I’m not sure how you’ll ever forgive me for making you suffer like this.”

You choke down an unintelligible sound that’s half sob, half moan and bring your hand up to coquettishly hide your mouth from his line of sight. “Douma-sama … please …”

He can hear it in your voice. The lie. The obvious, blatant, belligerent lie and it goes straight to his cock.

Undeniably, you sold the performance with every aspect of your body language right down to the way you shyly spread your legs further apart for him but the lie was still there. It was simply too big to hide. Not the small, pardonable white lie a god could be swayed to forgive with the right offering but a massive, all encompassing falsehood that had long since swallowed up your ego like a gluttonous black hole. You weren’t a person any longer but a container merely housing the selfish urge for vengeance.

You were so damn close.

Nails digging into the plush swell of your thigh, Douma lays himself out flat between your legs and presses his mouth to your slit. For as brief as the gesture is, he still comes away with glistening wet lips and he greedily licks up the evidence just as a carnivore might lick its bloodied chops. Delicious.

“Don’t fret, my dear. I know exactly what you need.” A pause. Another playful kiss to your gushing cunt. The savory smacking of his lips is quickly followed by a dreamy, almost wistful sigh that makes you shudder, though it's impossible to say if that reaction was one of pleasure or abject disgust. Not that it really mattered either way to him. “Just relax. Let me take care of you and then you’ll be free to scurry off back to bed like a good little girl.”

You visibly tense under him and, smothering the cruel laughter that tries to claw its way up his throat, Douma glances at your face.

Still partially obscured by your clenched fist, you continue to hide from him as if you were an untouched maiden being ravaged against your will even though you’d spent countless nights with him in his room like this. Always, always playing your role. The tension in your neck, however, told a different story. There wasn’t a doubt in his mind that you were biting your tongue and he derived a great deal of joy in the knowledge that you despised being talked down to so much. It just made him want to do it even more.

“Do you have any idea how good you taste? You’re like the sweetest forbidden fruit to me.” Tilting his head, Douma seals his lips around your pulsing clit and mouths at you. You arch, shoving your bare tits into the air with a quiet hiss but, still, you won’t look down at him. That suits him just fine though and he comes up off you a moment later with an obscenely loud, attention grabbing slurp that makes you twitch. “I could just eat you up, you know that?”

“D - Douma-sama --”

His tongue abruptly darts out, mercilessly lashing your clit.

You outright squeal, jolting at the sudden onslaught of stimulation before catching yourself and forcibly choking back any other sounds you may have been inclined to make. Douma is not so easily deterred though and he laps at you hungrily, attacking the engorged pleasure button from every possible angle until you’re a quaking mess underneath him. He could help himself to your sopping little cunt for hours if given the chance, high as a kite off the very real urge to consume you in the most literal sense, but it doesn’t take long at all to have you writhing uncontrollably. Although unfortunate, it was expected given just how needy and swollen you were -- and just for him at that. Who could have ever guessed?

“Oh, darling,” He pants, groans into the meat of your pussy. His eyes start to roll back in doped out bliss when your wild twisting drags those petal soft folds across his mouth as if you were intentionally teasing him now. Begging him to just take the plunge and take a bite out of you already.

It was almost enough to break his resolve. He wanted nothing more than to gorge himself on your delectably tainted body until he was too stuffed to move but the part of him that knows precisely how satisfying the payoff will be keeps him in check. It’s too soon -- still too soon to indulge -- and he has to make do with simply drooling all over your poor defenseless cunt while it creams around nothing except your hatred of him. Of all the meals Douma has enjoyed in his lifetime, he knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that you would be the one he’d relish the most.

So caught up in the ecstasy inducing thought of finally eating you, truly eating you, he doesn’t notice you withdrawing a razor sharp pin from your hair until it’s right in his face. Blinking incandescent eyes at the foreign object, Douma allows himself another lazy lick at your still palpitating cunt and you seeth through gritted teeth, the glinting metal trembling in your hand.

“Get. Off.”

He acquiesces without a fuss.

You don’t even try to hide your surprise as you warily watch him sit up so that he’s kneeling on the futon between your spread legs. Clearly you’d expected a different reaction out of him and that makes Douma smile. You don’t seem to appreciate that though and you jerkily sit up straighter, jabbing the pin at him in warning.

“Wipe that smirk off your face, demon!”

“Or what?” He asks sweetly. “Are you going to kill me?”

“Yes! I’m going to kill you and take revenge for my sister!”

Brows drawing up in affected pity, Douma pins you with a withering leer. “If you’re going to kill me anyway then I don’t see any reason why I should stop smiling.”

Balking, you sputter indignantly. “You - you horrid fiend --”

He moves too quick for you to react. His arm swings, slamming into your wrist with enough force to send the pin flying. You reel back with a haggard gasp but he grabs your forearm in a pinching grip and yanks you close again. Bringing his opposite hand up, Douma rams his palm into the underside of your outstretched limb. The resulting crack is instantaneous and horrible. Your face crumples in agony.

You scream.

“Now, now,” He purrs, letting your arm fall limp at your side. In a shell shocked panic, you try to reach for it as if to reset the bone yourself but he all too easily catches your shaking hand in his. Cradling it close to his chest just as one might do with a lover, Douma smiles at you as he effortlessly snaps your other arm just as he’d done the first. “Calm down. Everything will be alright.”

He can barely hear himself over your frenzied shrieking. It’s hard not to take pity on you when you’re like this, looking for all the world like nothing more than a wounded animal. Confused and so incredibly scared. Almost out of your mind with pain even as regret and terror flash at him through wide, glossy eyes.

It really was a shame too. You’d been so close to reaching full maturity but, well … this would probably do the trick just as well. Not right away, of course, because the only thing currently running through your mind were baser instincts that served no real purpose other than keeping you alive. You were in no mindset to humor your feelings of resentment and hate for him, or the loss of your sister for that matter.

Was that really what had prompted you to seek him out like this? Douma couldn’t exactly recall but it was a believable explanation. He was certainly willing to accept it, at least.

Deciding that the details didn’t really matter, he reaches out to grab your shoulders and shoves you back down on the bed. You wordlessly stare up at him in wild eyed terror as he rises above you like some sort of beautifully horrific wraith, preternaturally sharp teeth glinting in the low light when he grins at you. The shock must be starting to set in because your mouth moves but nothing comes out. Not so much as a peep, as though your voice box had been stolen.

He can’t help the deranged titter that bursts out of him. You were so damn cute .

“Don’t worry, darling. I won’t kill you. Not yet, anyway.” Contently sighing, Douma leans close to nuzzle his nose against yours in a mockingly affectionate gesture that only makes you shake harder. “You’ll stay here with me until you’re rotting from the inside out. I want you to despise me with every fiber of your being first and then, when you can’t even look at me without being consumed by rage, then I’ll finally eat you. Doesn’t that sound nice?”

You don’t respond - maybe you can’t - but he does feel the moment your bladder finally gives out and seeping wet warmth spreads across the front of his pants. A shudder of revulsion works its way down his spine and he clucks at you, letting his mouth tug into a disappointed frown.

“Such a high maintenance little girl … what should I do with you until then, hmm?” Douma thoughtfully puts his head to one side but quickly perks up at a sudden thought that has him smiling from ear to ear with nothing short of manic glee. “Oh, I know! Maybe I should break your legs too. Then you won’t be able to do anything at all without my help.”

An insignificant, fraying part of your conscience that had managed to cling to its humanity must register what he’d said because you begin shaking your head, still as silent as any mute, and that just makes his grin widen.

“I bet you’ll really start to hate me then, won’t you?”

#kimetsu no yaiba #KnY #douma x reader #Douma #kny douma #self insert bullshit #my writing

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pink-imagines · 5 years ago

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just kiss me

request: glad requests are open! wanna drop mine in, hope you don't mind :3 prohero!bakugo has a crush on a prohero!deku's sidekick, or rather she's like nighteye, who lays the ground work for deku. he's always been jealous of izuku and would try to talk to her every now and then, especially during a team up operation. one night, they had a party, so they partied, bakugo gon mad and admitted that he wants to date the sidekick. everything onwards is up to you! thank you!

a/n: Y/H/N = your hero name, also i changed it a little bit.

warnings: drinking (everyone’s of legal drinking age tho)

masterlist

“All clear, take a left turn Deku.”, you speak into the headset as you keep tapping away at your keyboard.

“Got it, thanks Y/H/N.”, you heard Deku answer and followed the red dot, representing him, on your computer. Usually you would follow along on his missions, but today was a one man job and you were stuck on look-out.

“Anyways, I heard there’s a party tonight. Something about a new club somewhere.”, you started making small talk like you usually did when the mission wasn’t too serious.

“Wow, Y/H/N, I can’t believe you’re finally asking me out.”, he chuckled. Since you two started working together it had been a joke between the two of you, because literally everyone thought you were dating.

“Hah hah, very funny.”, you shook your head, “They want us to go for their reputations sake, we’ll get free drinks too. Besides, I don’t want to go alone.”

“I don’t have anything to do for tonight so sure I’ll go with you, as long as you promise me a dance.”, he said jokingly, “Where do I go now?”

“There’s a dead end if you go straight, but left and right are a no-go. Think you can bust through that wall?”, you asked, “There’s an open exit on the other side of it.”

“Got it. See you on the other side, then.”

Your velvet red dress was hugging your curves closely, leaving little to the imagination. For tonight, this couldn’t be better.

“God, these heels are killing me.”, you whisper to Izuku as you walk, arms linked together, into the new club.

“You’ve only walked from the car and your feet already hurt?”, he chuckled.

“I haven’t worn heels in a while, okay? Now let’s hurry, these camera flashes are making me dizzy.”, you sighed and smiled brightly for the paparazzi.

You looked around the club, it was actually kind of pleasant looking. Though you never really went to any clubs, but who could say no to free drinks?

At the end of the bar you saw the other people invited along with you; Kirishima, Ochako, Ashido, Denki, Sero, Todoroki, Yaoyorozu and Bakugo. Katsuki Bakugo was an interesting character, especially when he was around you. Everyone told you that the hero was a total hot head and to be careful around him. Still, Bakugo never actually acted like that with you. You had seen him like that but it was as if he was holding back around you.

“Hey guys!”, you grinned as you walked up to the group next to Izuku.

“Oh my!”, Yaoyorozu exclaimed, “Y/N! Those heels are wonderful!”

“They better be, my feet aree killing me!”, you laughed and sat down by the bar next to her.

“I can make you a new pair if you want to change.”, she took a sip of her drink.

“It’s fine, how are you guys doing?”

After a bit of talking and a few drinks in, you and the girls decided to go to the dance floor. While you were out there you felt someone’s eyeing you up and down and before you knew it Ashido had nudged you in your side with her elbow.

“Bakugo’s totally checking you out.”, she whispered in your ear. Your body went on auto pilot and looked over to the guys who were still at the bar. Bakugo quickly looked away from you while the others around him laughed at him.

“Well, he’s not gonna do anything... like usual.”, Ochako sighed.

“We can make him do something about it.”, Yaoyorozu chuckled devilishly.

Honestly, you had no idea what they were planning and the fact that they were talking as if Bakugo had liked you for forever was even more confusing.

“Guys, he was just looking at me. It doesn’t mean anything.”, you chuckled nervously.

“Okay, then we’ll try this out and see what happens!”, Ochako grinned.

“Yeah! What’s your plan, Momo?”, Ashido asked.

So now there you were, walking back up to the bar where the others were sitting and your eyes were set on Izuku.

“Hey, come on! I promised you a dance, remember!”, you acted a bit more drunk than you actually were. You could already feel Bakugo’s eyes burning your skin with rage.

“Wait, no, I was just joking!”, Izuku laughed nervously, looking between you and Bakugo’s enraged red eyes.

“Have a little fun already!”, you giggled and dragged him out on the dancefloor. You could hear the rest of the guys joking around with Bakugo as you left.

“Y/N, I can’t fucking dance.”, Izuku laughed.

“Then let me teach you!”, you smiled. For a moment you forgot about the stupid “plan” and just had fun with your friend, even though it looked like you were more than “just friends”.

After a while of dancing around Todoroki walked up to you.

“We’re gonna go to our usual place if you guys wanna tag along.”, he said, pointing at the door with his thumb.

“Sounds great!”, Izuku smiled and helped you off the dance floor.

The usual place was an old jazz bar who always had live music, different bands almost every night. It was your favorite place to hang out when everyone had the time to do so. Everyone wasn’t there tonight, but at least there were a few.

“I’m going to the bathroom!”, Ashido said and walked off.

“We’ll tag along.”, Yaoyorozu said and grabbed Ochako’s arm, “Find a table for us, will you?”

“Of course, we’re on it.”, Todoroki said and walked away and Izuku followed close behind.

“I’ll check the band list!”, Kirishima grinned and hurried away.

“We’ll go get drinks!”, Sero said.

“I’m guessing the usual for everyone!”, Denki added.

Left standing there were you and Bakugo. You could go with Kirishima, you always liked to look at what bands were playing before you sat down. Your focus shifted when you noticed shuffling beside you. Bakugo was unbuttoning three buttons on his black button-up shirt.

“What are you looking at? It’s hot in here.”, Bakugo scoffed and looked away from you.

“I’m sure it is.”, you played at his nerves.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”, he growled and you felt a shiver run down your spine. It wasn’t a bad kind of shiver, it was more of a nice surprise.

“I’m just saying that there are a lot of girls at this bar...”, you looked around, “...and I haven’t heard anything about you having a girlfriend so...”

“I’ll have you know that I actually like someone.”, he chuckled and just for a moment you could see genuine happiness in his eyes.

“Oh yeah? Do tell, please.”, you raised an eyebrow.

“Hey! We found a table!”, Izuku interupted the two of you.

It was the best spot in the bar. A table in the corner with a bunch of armchair’s and a couch. You sat down by the armrest on the couch and unexpectantly, Bakugo sat down next you. Everyone else gave the two of you meaning glances but you didn’t really notice.

The night went on as usual, a few drinks and lots of laughter shared... but when Bakugo’s thigh softly rested itself against yours you didn’t move your leg away.

“Let’s play a game of truth or dare!”, Ashido exclaimed suddenly.

“We’re not children, Ashido.”, Todoroki scoffed and drank yet another glass of scotch.

“It’d be fun though!”, Ochako chimed in.

“I’m in.”, you grinned. Soon enough everyone gave in and Ashido started by asking Izuku. It went around the table, back and forth, and eventually it landed on you.

“Y/N, truth or dare?”, Denki asked.

“Um... truth?”, you said nervously.

“Wuss.”, Bakugo grumbled beside you.

“Okay fine then, dare devil. I’ll take a dare instead.”, you chuckled. Ashido whispered something in Denki’s ear, making his lips contort into a wicked grin, and suddenly you regretted your decision to switch to a dare.

“I dare you to kiss Bakugo.”, he chuckled along with the rest of the table.

“Wow, are you five or something? That’s not that hard.”, you sighed and tried to hide the fact that you would be very nervous about doing that.

“Fine then, make out.” You regretted your desicion once again.

“Right here?”, you looked around to the rest of the table.

“Oi, you’re making her uncomfortable.”, Bakugo broke your embarrassed haze, “Besides, I never agreed to do it so it’s not happening. She picked truth first anyways, isn’t there a rule where you can’t change it?”

“Okay fine.”, Denki sighed, “Then you gotta answer this; do you like someone and if so are they in the room?”

“Yes and yes. So, is it my turn?”, you asked. You thought that Bakugo’s words had hurt you but just as you said that he looked away from you and the place where his leg had touched yours went cold.

After the whole ordeal was over, you decided to go home early. Your excuses varied from that you were tired to that you had work tomorrow and eventually you managed to get out of their tight grip.

Once outside you kind of regretted it, it was cold as fuck and of course you forgot to bring a jacket. That was until soft, warm fabric embraced your shoulders with a scent that was so very familiar. You looked up to see Bakugo.

“Hi.”, you said quietly.

“I’m walking you home, let’s go.”, he muttered and grabbed your wrist to drag you forwards. Your carefully turned your hand so that you were palm to palm with his bigger hand. As you laced your fingers with his he stiffened but then relaxed and closed his hand around yours.

“Thank you.”, you smiled slightly and wrapped his coat tighter around your frame. He simply grunted in response and kept on walking.

Throughout your walk together you kept catching him looking over at you before quickly averting his glance.

“Aren’t you cold-” “Does your feet hurt-”

You both stopped and then broke out into laughter. Why the fact that you said something at the same time was so funny, you didn’t know but appearently it just was. Besides, you weren’t complaining... seeing him laugh like that sent butterflies to your stomach.

“Sorry, what were you going to say?”, he chuckled out.

“Aren’t you cold?”, you repeated yourself with a smile.

“I’m fine, does your feet hurt though?”, he looked down at your very uncomfortable shoes.

“Well, yeah, but there’s not much to do about it.”, you sighed, “We’re almost there anyways.”

“You’re walking like a goose, you could at least take them off.”, he quirked an eyebrow.

“Hey!”, you exclaimed, “If I take them off I’ll freeze to death.”

“Then I’ll carry you. If you know do have work tomorrow you gotta walk, right?”, he crouched down to let you get on his back.

“Are you sure? I don’t want to cause you any more problems.”, you hesitated.

“What?”

“Well, the others already forced you to walk me home...”, you muttered.

“What are you talking about?”, he stood back up.

“I’m just saying, you didn’t do this on your own-”

“Why would I do anything they say? I did this on my own. Now, do you want to get a ride or do you want to look like a goose on the rest of the way home?”

You ended up taking the offer for the ride. He was very warm, even if he had been walking around without a coat and you thought that had got to do with his quirk. Softly, you placed your head against his back and tried to ignore the fact that your tight dress was riding up your thigh.

“This is your place, right?”, he asked out of the blue.

“Yeah, thanks.”, you smiled and tried to get off. Emphasis on tried, since you almost fell hadn’t it been for Bakugo catching you.

“You gotta be more careful, idiot.”, he sighed, but there was a slight smile that played at his lips.

“Sorry.”, you giggled and got steady on your feet, “And sorry for bothering you with walking me home.”

“I told you, I wanted to.”, he leaned forward slightly.

“... could I ask you something, if you don’t mind?”, you whispered.

“Go for it.”, he muttered, mere inches from your face.

“Could you kiss me?”

“I never thought you’d ask.” Bakugo closed the gap and kissed your lips softly... but sadly only quickly, leaving you a bit shocked.

“I’ll kiss you for real when you’re sober.”, he said softly, “That is, if you want to.” He then started to walk away and you stood there in shock for a while.

“Hey wait! Why didn’t you want to kiss me before!?”, you exclaimed, making Bakugo turn around.

“I don’t kiss with an audience.”, he grinned, “Besides, you were clearly uncomfortable.” Without saying another word, or waiting for you to answer, he walked away.

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lu-undy · 4 years ago

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Random idea! Mundy actually sings to himself alot but since he knows Lucien is a GOD at singing, he only does that when he's sure that Lu isn't in the vacinity. Lucien catches him tho and they kinda have a small duet and Lu comments on how his voice is decent as well. (Love you btw

Here we go for Mundy gets caught singing. Bonus ducks to those who can recognise the song ;P I hope you’ll enjoy it!

"I shouldn't be too long but you feel like you are waiting, please do have lunch without me, d'accord?"

[Ok?]

Lucien was at his door, about to go out. Mundy came after him.

"Alright, alright… But please, love, try not to take too long, ok? I don't like having lunch without you."

Lucien raised his head and smiled.

"I will do my best for you, mon amour. Now, you be quiet and don't wreck the place while I'm gone, hm?" He answered, and lightly tapped Mundy's nose with the tip of his index finger.

The Aussie nodded and bent down to kiss Lucien's lips.

"See you in a bit."

"Yeah, see ya."

The door shut and Mundy sighed. He looked around and started tidying up the flat. Lucien had gone to send a few letters and run some other errands. Well, Mundy thought he might as well start cooking too. So he went to the kitchen and opened the fridge. He looked around and took a few things here and there, vegetables, some cream.

He washed the vegetables and started the radio. Mundy whistled to himself as he started chopping the onions and carrots. The music on the radio switched for one he knew the lyrics to. He wanted to sing along but blushed at the mere thought of it. He looked over his shoulder and shook his head with a smile.

Mundy couldn't hum or sing, not whenever Lucien was around. And it wasn't because Lucien hated it, no, he had never heard Mundy even whisper the lyrics of a song or hum a tune. Nah, it was because Lucien was so good at singing himself that Mundy felt impressed and never dared sing when his lover was around.

But now that he was gone most probably for a while, Mundy felt more free. And thus, he started singing along to a song that he even knew the saxophone part of.

"I'm never gonna dance again.

Guilty feet that have got no rhythm

Though it's easy to pretend

I know you're not a fool

Should have known better than to cheat a friend

Than waste the chance that I'd been given

So I'm never gonna dance again, the way I dance with you…"

He whistled the short saxophone solo that he knew by heart and tilted his head left and right in rhythm. Soon he put a saucepan on the stove, threw a drizzle of olive oil and added the onions. They gently sizzled as he sang again, his entire body dancing along.

"I'm never gonna dance again.

Guilty feet that have got no rhythm

Though it's easy to pretend

I know you're not a fool."

Mundy added the carrots and took a wooden spoon to stir it all. Well, that spoon became a part-time virtual microphone too…

"Should have known better than to cheat a friend

Than waste the chance that I'd been given

So I'm never gonna dance again, the way I dance with you…"

With the music and the sound of the the vegetables happily sizzling in the pan, Mundy didn't hear the front door open and the ex-spy slither in the flat. Of course, Lucien was surprised to hear Mundy sing. He paid attention to not make a sound and crept up to the kitchen more silently than a shadow. He listened to his lover while leaning on the doorframe. He didn't know Mundy could sing. Of course his voice wasn't as used to singing as his own, but the hoarseness of it gave it such a charm.

Besides, the fact that Mundy was oblivious to Lucien's presence was touching.

So that's what you do when I'm not here, Lucien thought, you sing awfully romantic songs alone and you dance in the kitchen while preparing some food…

Lucien smirked. He thought he would jump in and surprise him, see how Mundy would react.

"Tonight the music seems so loud!"

Mundy froze when he heard that magnetic, velvet voice and spun to see Lucien walking to him like a feline would approach a prey.

"I wish that we could lose this crowd!

Maybe it's better this way.

We'd hurt each other with the things we'd want to say!"

Mundy's jaw dropped and he blushed. If Lucien was singing along, that meant that he had heard him sing with his awful voice, bugger!

Lucien put a hand in Mundy and another on his waist and just like that, he invited him to dance, wordlessly. Mundy had no choice but to play along, he was paralysed out of shame. So Lucien finished singing but right before the end, Mundy tagged along again and they sang the last chorus as a duet, hand in hand.

"Mon amour…" Lucien pushed himself to the tip of his toes and kissed Mundy.

[My love…]

"I didn't hear you come in, love." Mundy squeezed Lucien in a dear hug.

"I know, I made sure of that."

They rested their foreheads against each other's.

"I didn't know you could sing." Lucien said.

"Well, I-I can't really, it's just, y'know, to pass the time, is all." Mundy blushed again.

"No need to be ashamed or anything. I can train you if you wish to work on your voice. Or if you want to keep it casual, I'm happy for you to sing as freely as you want." Lucien answered. "But why have I never heard you before? We have been living with each other for years now."

"It's cause you sing like a God, your voice is amazing and I'm just… I'm just a normal bloke…" Mundy let go of his lover and went to stir the onions and carrots again.

"Mundy…" Lucien laced his arms around him from behind and he rested his head on his back. "Everything you just said was insane. If you want to sing, please just do so. I don't sing like a God, I just have been educated in this art. And finally, you are not a 'normal bloke', you're deliciously charming. I love you."

Mundy turned off the stove but still pretended to cook for the embrace to last longer.

#tf2 sniper #tf2 spy #sniperspy #request 78

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syms-things-5 · 4 years ago

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Clear The Area - Chapter Thirteen

Previous chapter HERE

Tags: @jennmurawski13 @kelbabyblue

Warnings: Strong language, suggestive language

Chapter Thirteen

It had not been a particularly difficult shift that Thursday. Things had been calm and peaceful as far as most days go. It was actually a nice surprise for once.

The team released a couple more patients following the accident and that news allowed for a minor celebration among the emergency staff working that day. A glimmer of some good news always helped to raise people’s spirits and when they were later able to release Matilda as well, Sarah and Greg took a few minutes to wave goodbye to her as her nephew arrived to pick her up.

It was about time they had some happy endings amongst the ordeal. Everyone was where they needed to be. No one was rushing around. O’Brien hadn’t yet steamrolled through the department and people seemed relaxed so things were under control. It was pleasant and really, the only reason Sarah had to feel tired at all was the gnawing hangover that had slowly taken over her life that day.

She and Shanna had had their long overdue catch-up the night before. There was pizza, a few tears, a meagre attempt at karaoke, and two empty bottles of Grey Goose now waiting to be recycled. Oh, and some left-over spiced rum but neither of them had known how long that had been there or who had bought it in the first place. Drowning it in diet coke had not been such a healthy idea either. Both had crashed out on the sofa around 3am only to be abruptly awoken with a bang that they soon discovered was from some old war movie after they had left the TV on way too loud and not, thankfully, a gas explosion from leaving the oven switched on when Shanna attempted to reheat some KFC chicken.

“Oh my fucking god...” Sarah held a hand to the side of her face in some vain hope it would help alleviate the throbbing. “I am too old for this.”

She’d woken up and found herself lying uncomfortably over their armchair, legs flung over the armrest and pins and needles stabbing her hands from having accidentally slept on them all night. It had resulted in her spending most of that day fighting one ache in her head and another one down the side of her body. Her writing was atrocious owing to her not being able to keep a firm grip on her pen and Greg had to politely ask what she meant when she wrote “hysteria” instead of “hypertension”.

Sarah had lost her sense of humour in the past couple of hours as the hangover took hold and couldn’t pick up on what Audrey was hinting at.

“I bet it was a good work-out, though?” she remarked, suggestively. “They say it’s good for the body. Good for the mind.”

“I fell asleep at an angle not meant for humans, Audrey. Nothing about this was good for my body.” Sarah massaged her hand across the back of her neck, stretching her back a little to get the blood going again. Four hours and she would be free to die in her own bed or possibly on a park bench, whichever she managed to reach first.

Audrey did her best to hide her smirk. “Why not speak to Chris and see what he suggests? Bet he’s full of practical ideas.”

“Nah he’d probably just tell me to drink through the pain.” She took another sip from her bottle of water, flinching slightly as the cold hit the back of her throat. She caught Audrey eying her in that same moment and couldn’t read the look on her face. “Are you OK?”

“Hm? Yes, of course! Just...” she half-shrugged, picking her words carefully. “I’m just...really happy for you today.”

Puzzled, Sarah wasn’t sure if she was truly awake in that moment. Audrey appeared to be having a completely different conversation and was wearing the same look on her face as she had when she heard some gossip and was dying to relay it to someone else. “OK. Thank you.”

“You look healthy...and glowing. It’s nice.” She smiled again, leaning on her elbows across the triage desk.

“Have you smoked something?”

“What? No!! You just seem like you’re having a nice time right now with Shanna and...people.” Audrey’s smile softened as they fully focussed on each other. “At least, I hope you are having a good time. Y’know, with everything else going on. You should give yourself a break. Do something fun for a change. Something...different.”

“OK. Thanks, I will” Sarah’s brain couldn’t properly register her tone. “I am OK, Audrey, you don’t have to worry. I haven’t really thought all that much about Charlotte these days and work has been keeping me busy and stuff so, I am doing OK. I promise.”

“Cool. I’m glad.” Audrey nodded at her. “And you know if you ever did want to talk about anything, anything at all, you can always come to me, right?”

“Yeh I know. And I really appreciate that.” OK. This was getting weird now.

Chris 6.44pm: Come get me...

It was shortly before 7pm. Sarah was positively beat and looking forward to her microwave Mac ‘n’ Cheese that she’d been hiding in the back of the refrigerator for the past 3 days. It was something of a guilty pleasure of hers, albeit an unhealthy one, but one that would no doubt serve as a decent hangover cure.

Her feet ached and her migraine was still creeping around inside her skull. If she didn’t take an aspirin soon and get out from under the bright fluorescent lights, she was sure she would pass out. As grateful as she was to see his message, in all truth she was just looking forward to her bed and her pyjamas and those thick grey woolly socks that kept her fee warm but made her look like she was a yeti from the knees down. She would fall asleep on him given half the chance.

Sarah 6.58pm: Sorry :( Rain check? I think I died at some point today

She didn’t have to wait long for his reply, like he hadn’t been keenly eying his phone for her message.

Chris 6.59pm: !!! So I heard...

Chris 6.59pm: Please? I give really good massages. Great hangover cure ;)

She didn’t doubt that for a second. She was tired and fed up and hungry but she’d be lying to herself if she didn’t want the giant hug he would no doubt envelope her in as soon as she walked through his door. The hair stroking and the hot chocolate and marshmallows as was his secret speciality.

Sarah 7.03pm: I’ll just crash tho

Chris 7.04pm: Was hoping you’d say that. I’ll leave the door on the latch. Just come in x

He sent her a kiss emoji and she was sold. She should have headed home, she knew she should have, and stayed away from him for one night. She had after all only just seen him less than 24 hours earlier and the closeness in meetings felt a little jarring. This wasn’t supposed to be a “thing” in that sense. It would be against her better judgement to entertain this right now, especially because he absolutely loved it whenever either her of Shanna regretted their life choices.

“OK guys, time’s up. Y’all need to leave.” Chris yelled as his pals continued to duel over Mario Cart. He hastily rushed around their feet grabbing the empties and wafting away the cloud of cigarette smoke.

“Wait, what?” piped up Mark, one eye still on the screen in front of him as the finish line appeared up ahead.

“Come on, you’ve all got homes to go to, wives and girlfriends and weird looking pets.”

“She’s a sphinx cat, thank you very much, and she’s adorable and friendly if you’d just give her a chance.” Gary argued, slightly affronted but more so by getting distracted and finding himself being lapped by Mark.

“No thanks. I’ll stick with dogs. Less likely to murder me in my sleep.” He shoved what he had managed to gather in his hands into the trash can before standing in front of his television like a suburban mom trying to get her kids out of bed. “Come on. I’ve got shit to do.”

“Since when?” Mark asked, genuinely surprised to hear about this new-found desire to work. “You’re done for the year, right? That’s what Scott said.”

Chris sighed in frustration at his apparent failure to kick his wonderful friends out of his home. He couldn’t tell them what he wanted to tell them even though he knew it would successfully help with this quest to remove them from his property but, y’know, promises were made and he was keen to stick by them for a change.

“Ohhh I get it. “Work”.” Gary kicked Mark, “Come on pal. We’ve been usurped. Our boy here has found some new entertainment for the evening.”

“You’re just saying that because you know I’m about to win...” Mark quipped before catching the steely look in Chris’ eyes, unamused. He hadn’t seen that stare in quite some time.

“It’s not like that, OK? Just...something has come up and it’s-”

“-more fun than hanging out with your buddies?”

“Absolutely.” he nodded enthusiastically. Mark flipped him the bird and followed Gary out of the front door leaving Chris to breathe a sigh of relief. He knew Sarah could reach his property in less than twenty minutes on a good day but if she was feeling even half as sorry for herself as Shanna had been when he spoke to her, it’d be pushing half an hour at least.

After dousing the place in an air freshener he found hiding in the back of a cupboard, he got as far as considering using his vacuum, one his aunt bought for him for Christmas a couple of years back but had remained in the original box ever since. Looking at the mess, he figured it would be easier all round if he just kept her out of the living room and he’d burn it down another time. Fuck that room.

He’d planned to say a polite “hello” and ask her how her day had been while taking her by the hand and slowly pull her into his bedroom. He’d whisper sweet nothings into her ear as he undressed her, pull back the covers and make her forget about her pain. There was no better cure for a hangover in his mind. It was truly a win-win situation.

He should probably offer her a drink first, though. Possibly some aspirin, too, if she hadn’t take some already. Maintain the allusion that he was a gentleman for a little while longer.

By the time he’d ran the trash out back, he heard her come through his front door and could feel his pulse in his ear. She smiled broadly at him when she clocked, seemingly unaware of what had taken place that day. He was happy when he caught her giving him a look up and down knowing he was looking reasonably good thanks to some weight-lifting that morning. She had a thing for arms and there was no arguing that he was definitely a 10-plus in that department.

“Hey...” he leaned on his door frame, acting casual as thought he hadn’t just bee running around like a lunatic moments before she arrived. He tilted his head to the side, taking her in. She seemed happy to be there but soon saw the tiredness as he moved closer to wrap her in his arms. “How are you feeling?”

“As if you don’t know.” she pouted at him. “I think there’s a tiny man in my brain hammering against my skull.”

She pulled away from him after a few seconds and sat on the stool perched by his breakfast bar.

He grabbed a glass and poured her some filtered water. “Do you want something to eat? I’m starving. I could order in? That Chinese place you like doesn’t deliver here but I could go pick it up?”

she shook her head as she finished the drink. “Don’t worry. I doubt I’d keep anything down to be honest. I’m just tired and I’m not going to be great company either, sorry.”

“Hey don’t sell yourself short.” he said, leaning on his arms to reach her across the bar and flashing her a comforting smile. She was obviously struggling but somehow managed to stay on her feet all day and he found himself looking at her in awe. “You have your moments.”

“What’s going on?” she asked.

“Nothing, just looking at you.” Chris flirted.

“No, what the hell happened here?”

Chris noticed her look past him and into the llving room down the hall to where mess was still gathered on the floor. He mentally kicked himself for not closing the door properly. “Oh...that’s...that wasn’t me.”

She raised an eyebrow before bursting out laughing.

“It wasn’t just me.” he rolled his eyes and admitted defeat. “I had the guys over earlier.”

“And you were gonna give me a hard time?!” She playfully punched him on his arm but he grabbed her hand before she could pull away and used it to move closer towards her. His breath smelled freshly minty thanks to his quick teeth-brushing moments before she arrived. She knew it but he didn’t need to know she knew it.

Instead, she watched him watch her, his eyes intently flicking back and forth between hers. She wasn’t altogether sure of the looks he was giving her nowadays; they were both stirring and nerve-wracking in equal measure. He had already agreed to refrain from making those kinds of moves in “public” but it just meant they were heightened ten-fold when they were in private and, honestly, she was finding it harder and harder to get used to.

“You need to rest, gorgeous.” he finally spoke, breaking the quiet between them. “Come on...”

He held his hand out for her to take, her attempt at stifling a yawn pulling on him a little.

“Is it OK if I fall asleep?” she asked.

“Of course.” He responded, keenly. Genuinely, he would do whatever she felt like doing and while he was slightly fretful by her demeanour, he wanted to keep her around for a while. It was a nice change of pace from the swearing and playfighting he’d just experienced with his friends. He didn’t particularly want to cuddle with his friends and she smelled far better than they did. She smelled like sweetness and comfort, like freshly washed cotton linen, and he took the opportunity to smell her hair as she leaned on him while he ambled them both to his room. Something about it felt soothing and it was all he could do not to climb on top of her in the moment she flopped down on the end of his bed but he knew better than that and simply laid alongside her, lying on his stomach, his head resting in both of his hands.

“Did you and Shan have a good catch-up last night?” he asked after a certain length of time passed and the peace had settled in. Her eyelashes fanned across the top of her cheeks as she rested her eyes and he listened to her steady breathing. There was almost no noise inside or out and he was happy she was able to finally relax. “Y’know, before you both drank yourself stupid.”

Sarah side-eyed him and caught his smirk before closing her eyes again. “Yeh we did, thanks, it was fun.”

“What did you guys talk about?”

“Nothing and everything and random stuff. There’s definitely a guy at work. Robbie something. He’s an accountant I think but not based in her office so she doesn’t see him around a lot.”

“There’ll probably be something wrong with him.”

“Not necessarily. You and Scott have too little faith in her when it comes to men.” She turned to look at him again. “He seems like a nice guy from what she says. Very smart, loves his family, loves the outdoors.”

“Oh that’s what’s wrong with him, then. She hates being outside.”

“Well, he sounds like he’d be a good influence compared to her last boyfriends.”

“Shanna never chooses the smart guys.”

“She seems to have chosen this one if her interest is anything to go by, and change is good as they say.”

“Indeed they do.” He perked up a little bit at her seemingly off-the-cuff comment. “Is that what I am? A change?”

Sarah rolled onto her side to face him. “No. You’re a...surprise.”

He full-on belly laughed and she was relieved he saw the intended humour. “Well, hopefully a nice one?”

“Of course!” she chuckled. “What would you say I am?”

He rolled onto his back to face the ceiling and contemplated her question for a second, drawing the pause out to see if she reacted. “You’re a breath of fresh air.” He finally offered. “It’s nice. It feels like there’s no awkwardness ‘cos we already know so much about each other.” She seemed to like that response well enough.

“Did you talk about me?” He reluctantly asked again after a few more moments passed. “Or...any other guys?”

“Ummm...” she couldn’t think of a suitable response that would put an end to this conversation so she could closer her eyes again and they could lie in peace.

“Oh wow...” he huffed out, trying to maintain a playful air. He poked her in her side with his finger. “You need to learn to lie faster.”

“No!” she giggled. “We did not talk about you or any other guys. Not exactly anyway. Just...you know...girl stuff.”

“i know what girl stuff is, Sarah. I grew up with sisters and aunts and cousins who all told me about girl stuff. I remember having to talk to Scott about girl stuff when Carly got her first period and he didn’t understand why she was crying herself stupid for days.”

Sarah wasn’t sure what to say to that. She now had a mental image of Chris freaking out a much-too-young Scott with talk of babies and menstruation and werewolves most probably.

Chris had in fact come up in conversation the night before, several times actually, but it was more to do with Shanna’s concern over recent media speculation into his private life vis a vis Jenny. Some things had been appearing online again, it sounded like she had made some comments on a friend’s blog, and it seemed to be turning into a story that didn’t want to die down. He could not have been unaware of it either yet he hadn’t explicitly mentioned anything to anyone so she didn’t think it was fair to bring it up now. Chris didn’t talk about anything he didn’t want to. Not even for the sake of assuaging his loved ones or his management team.

She continued to gaze at him as he looked up at the ceiling in contemplation. His beard was a little shorter, she noticed, a little neater around his jawline and neck and his right hand was reaching out to barely touch hers. His left arm rested over his stomach and helped the hem of his t-shirt ride up just enough to give a glimpse of his happy trail. He seemed comfortable enough but the next few minutes would determine whether things were going to descend into an awkward conversation. Quite frankly, she’d rather talk about periods if is was.

“You know she loves you, right? You’re her hero.”

Chris laughed again fondly before turning his head to look at her, appreciating what she was aiming for. “And what about these other guys?”

“I’m sure they like your movies.” She shrugged and he barked out again.

“i meant did she push you to talk about your private life? Did she want to know what was going on?”

“Yeh, a little bit but only to say that I don’t really have much of one. She thinks I’ll end up with a doctor because they’re the only other people I meet.”

“I know. She keeps saying Greg likes you.” He didn’t miss a beat. “Apparently, he definitely wants to get in your pants.”

“i really doubt that. Why are you guys talking about this without me? How am I the last to know about this?!”

“Because you don’t think highly enough of yourself, Sarah.” He said, matter-of-factly. “Which is absolute bullshit.” He turned back onto his side so she knew he was getting serious. He reached a finger out to stroke a line down the side of her face. “’Cos you’re freakin’ awesome.”

She smiled gratefully at him, her face heating up. “How do I get out of his conversation with her? I don’t think she’s gonna drop it anytime soon.”

He shrugged, out of answers. Spending the evening talking awkwardly about another man wasn’t exactly what he had in mind but whatever. This barely cracked the list of his terrible “dates”.

“You do like him, though, right?” He couldn’t help himself; he’d foolishly brought the subject up. This was on him and he knew Greg was floating around her head now, probably occupying the same space he should be in and wearing his hero surgeon scrubs and glowing with a bright aura. All charm and with teeth as white as white can be. Well, two can play at that game.

“Yeh, I do. I think he’s grown on me.” she pondered. “He’s a good guy, really good at his job. Plus, he helped this old lady we were treating and spent time with her ‘cos she was on her own. She was really scared but he calmed her down. He made her a cup of tea. You can’t teach that in medical school.”

“Oh fuck...” he exaggerated smacking his hand across his face.

“What?”

“You and old people.” he replied, exasperated. “I’m Captain fuckin’ America! Am I gonna have to find an old guy to help across the street? ‘Cos I’ll fucking’ do it right now if I have to!”

“It was you that brought him up!” She giggled and punched him on the arm as hard as she could which still wasn’t hard enough to provoke a reaction from him other than one of smug laughter. He was rock solid. If she wasn’t so tired, it would have been affecting.

“Yes and now I hate myself.” he needled her in her side causing her to yelp out at the painfully ticklish sensation. “Just say I’m your favourite and we’ll forget we ever had this conversation, OK?”

“Well...” she drew the word out to irritate him but didn’t bank on him moving on top of her to straddle her waist, his weight pinning down into the mattress. He restrained her hands to either side of her head. She guessed he was barely using half of his full strength and that thought made her feel a little light-headed.

She tussled with him a bit for effect knowing he’d get a kick out of it also, but didn’t bank on him pushing her down further into his bed, applying more on top of her in a manner that could get quite dangerous if they weren’t careful. This close she could see the tell-tale darkness setting in his eyes and his breathing slowed down, gently cooling her face. After allowing herself to bask in it for a brief minute, she grinned at him and he chuckled back.

“Yes, yes, OK? You happy now?! You are my favourite!” She giggled and he eventually loosened his grip on her wrists to allow her to feel like she could push him off. He collapsed to her side, keeping one arm across her stomach and they stayed like this for some time.

She ended up leaving around half 6 the next morning. She’d woken up a couple of hours after they had fallen asleep and made them both some food with that could piece together from his kitchen. He really needed some kind of assistant to keep things ticking over, she mused. She couldn’t reconcile how he survived at times and if it wasn’t for him spending so much time at her and Shanna’s apartment, or at his mom’s, he would probably forget to eat a solid meal.

They stayed in a tranquil sort of state for a little while, just eating and chatting about nothing in particular, and just as she implied she should make a move to head home, he convinced her to stay again with a low, dozy tone indicating that he could also quite easily crash alongside her. She was content here and the thought of leaving for the outside noise didn’t appeal.

He was still fast asleep when she silently gathered her things and she decided against waking him to say goodbye. She had woken up a few times during the night and admired with jealousy how he always managed to sleep like a baby regardless of his surroundings. Much like a baby also, he was cranky as hell if you woke him. She knew this much when she’d inadvertently tried to kick him out of their flat following a Super Bowl party years earlier. He had taken it so personally and was so grumpy with her, she didn’t think he’d ever talk to her again.

She walked home in record time and straight into her bedroom to dump her things before heading for the kitchen. Like with most of her hangovers, she was always starving the day afterwards and contemplated the Mac ‘n’ Cheese. Eating pasta at this time of the day for sure would have been the dream and it would have been all too easy but she had enough bad habits at the moment. She made some toast instead before checking her phone for any new messages.

“OH MY GOD where have you been?!”

The loud shrill tone from Shan shook Sarah from her reverie causing her to drop her phone, shattering the corner of the screen on the tiled floor.

“Jesus Christ you scared the life out of me!!” Sarah clutched her hands to her chest and took a deep breath. “I didn’t think you would be up this early?”

Shan moved to help pick up Sarah’s phone. “I slept all day yesterday but woke up an hour ago. I didn’t know where you were. Have you only just left work?”

Guilt panged inside Sarah to see Shan so concerned. She felt awful lying to her that she had indeed had a long shift and had chosen to crash in the staff quarters but right now that seemed easier than trying to pass off casually sleeping in her brother’s bed.

“How are you feeling?” Sarah asked, dusting off her phone. She realised she should probably try to at least look like she was heading towards her bedroom to sleep for a little bit. Actually, that didn’t seem like such a bad idea. She viewed her phone and saw missed calls and texts from both Shanna and Jocelyn.

“Ugh I’ve had worse days, I s’ppose. I think it was that rum stuff we drank. That was not right.”

Sarah’s stomach turned at the sudden recollection of it all. She wasn’t feeling much better as she thought. Shanna sat down at the table and Sarah tossed her a slice before putting the kettle on to make some coffee.

“I think the lack of good sustenance probably didn’t help either.” She chuckled. “I found half the pizza left in the trash.”

Shanna regarded Sarah sheepishly for a second. “Wasn’t a bad night, though, was it?”

Sarah saw the cheeky look in her eyes and laughed in response. No, it wasn’t. She was right. Sarah always enjoyed the times they spent together and the memories they were making even when they didn’t realise they were making them. It could be messy and they had certainly made their fair share of bad choices over the years but it always came back to this: the two of them sat around the kitchen table, suffering through it all together.

“Life is what happens when you’re making other plans.”

Isn’t that the way it always goes?

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astoryofej · 5 years ago

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Quarantine Tag

Thanks for the tag @cancerbiophd! It’s fun seeing what everyone else has been up to.

1. Are you staying home from work/school? I’m home from school and lab, but I’m still going into clinic a couple days a week. Patient intake is almost down to zero at clinic, and there’s only a couple people in clinic working at a time, so I feel pretty okay about it.

2. If you’re staying home, who’s there with you? My roommate is here. We’re both in grad school, so we’ve both been home.

3. Do you have pets to keep you company? Noooo :’(

4. Who do you miss the most? My family and my boyfriend. I have seen my boyfriend, both after we were isolated for a month, so we felt it was okay to see each other. But I haven’t seen any of my family.

5. When was the last time you left home? This morning to grab breakfast.

6. What was the last thing you bought? Breakfast this morning, and then groceries on Thursday. I’m buying new running shoes soon tho.

7. Is quarantine driving you insane or are you relaxed? Um, I’m not really going insane yet, I’m very introverted and a natural homebody, so being home isn’t bothering me. But I do feel hella guilty when I’m not doing anything productive because I have all this time to do things.

8. Are you a homebody? Yes. Like, massive homebody.

9. What movies have you watched recently? I’ve done like three different Harry Potter marathons, I’ve done an avengers marathon, random parts of Star Wars, I’ve watched Upward, Secret life of pets 2, Far From Home, MIB (2019), and random other ones I can’t remember

10. An event that you were looking forward to that got cancelled? Basketball. All basketball. All baseball. The Olympics. Wimbledon. I miss sports so much 😭Also I had tickets to see Les Mis with my mom, that got cancelled at the beginning of quarantine.

11. What’s the worse thing you’ve had to cancel? I personally haven’t had to cancel anything. But I have things coming up in the summer that will likely be cancelled.

12. What’s the best thing you’ve had to cancel? I haven’t had anything that I wanted to cancel. However, my professors have been very accommodating and they’ve been giving extensions on assignments so that’s good.

13. Do you have any new hobbies? That’s cute

14. What are you out of? Ice cream. And Clorox wipes

15. What music are you listening to? I’m...not actually. I seem to only listen to podcasts these days it seems.

16. What shows are you watching? A LOT. So, I binged all of Kims Convenience, designated survivor, little fires everywhere, started Defending Jacob yesterday, and I’m now watching with Brooklyn 99. I need to catch up with Outlander. Oh, and I guess my normal weekly shows—911, Greys, Station 19, HTGAWM, Blue Bloods.

17. What are you reading? My mcat books lol. And my biochem book. And fanfiction, a lot of fanfiction.

18. What are you doing for self care? Keeping a structure and a schedule. Getting outside as much as I can. Seeking validation in the form of good grades and positive approval from professors lol

19. Are you exercising? I’m trying to run or walk everyday. And I’m getting back into yoga.

20. How’s your toilet paper supply? Lol, it’s good! I had actually done a grocery run before quarantine started, just my normal grocery run, and picked up TP as per usual, and then somehow snagged a last pack at target when I got back from spring break, so we’re good.

21. Have you made any changes to your hair during quarantine? I actually got a haircut in late February, right before spring break and quarantine started here, so I don’t need a cut. The dystopian novels were right about the hairstyles tho, my hair has been in a braid for almost the entire time lol. I haven’t touched a straightener or hairdryer in what feels like months.

I’m a couple days behind, so I’m not sure who has or hasn’t done something like this, so please feel free to take this as your tag to do this!

#ej speaks #journal #quarantine diary

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shannie-writes · 5 years ago

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Shakespeare Route, Part 4 + Normal Avatar Checkpoint!

I’ll be putting all route content under a readmore cut, and will tag with (in detailed order) “chief’s bullshit summaries”, “shakespeare route spoilers”, “william shakespeare route spoilers”, “shakespeare route”, “william shakespeare route”, “ikemen vampire spoilers”, and “ikevamp spoilers”. Please feel free to block any and all of these tags, depending on which specific content tier you’re not wanting to see.

Part 4 - “Eternal Lovebook #1: Drink Poison”

- MC and Vincent arrive at the fancy fancy theatre and Vincent shows MC to their first class seating.

- Vincent: "Ya ever been to a play before?"

MC: "Nah, movie premiere nights are too expensive"

Vincent: "A wha now??"

MC: "Oh shit, forget I said anything. Rewind! I haven't been to a play, nope, no siree."

- MC looks around the packed theatre and starts to get anxious. Vincent is a fuckin' peach and reassures her that once the curtains rise and the play begins, all her worries will go away.

- Vincent: "Like magic"

MC: "Magic?"

Vincent: "Playwright magic"

- The curtains rise and we get a kickin' montage of Romeo and Juliet. MC has only ever seen the movie for it before (I bet it was the 1968 version eyyy) and by the final scene, she gets emotionally overwhelmed and pulls out another handkerchief from somewhere and dries her tears while everyone else gives applause

- Vincent asks if she's okay and she brushes him off and thinks about how fucking sad it is, and it hits her just how fleeting life and love can be

- ???: "I'm happy to see your tears"

MC: “wtf ohai Mr. Shakespeare”

- To nobody’s surprise, it’s Shakespeare! Apparently he’d been sitting behind them the whole damn time!

- He! Puts! His! Finger! On! Her! Lips!!!

- Shakes: “Shhhhh, just call me Will. I’m under a pseudonym, MC pls”

- She gets embarrassed by the mistake and feels the heat from both her blush and his finger on her lips, which he moves away all too soon.

- Vincent: “Yo, good to see you Will. The play was some good ol’ playwright magic again.”

Shakes: “Hehe, thanks Vincent. And what did you think of it, MC?”

MC: “As you can tell by my tears, it was so fuckin’ sad. Such a fleeting romance, only four days long. Wtf is up with that?? It was beautiful tho. But jeez, they had so much life they could have had together.”

Vincent: “Oh, yeah, wtf is up with that, Will?”

Shakes: “Because love burns brighter when it’s young. And with them dying young, it made their love beautiful and eternal”

MC: “Dude, that shit’s deep. But like, it’s impossible to love each other for eternity.”

Shakes: “Well, I think so, so tough shit. You can do whatever the hell you want on stage. Thanks for the feedback anyway tho, I wish the rest of those peons had your kind of response.”

MC: “Let them have their opinions, sheesh.”

Shakes: “lol okay. Well, peace out”

And he disappears into the leaving crowd.

- cut to outside the theatre where it’s crowded af.

MC: “Guess it’s busy after an event in any century lol”

Vincent: “Stay here, Imma go get us a carriage”

MC: “Aight”

- MC people watches and listens to them talk about the play. A set of noblemen walk out and catch her attention.

- Nobledick 1: “Isn’t that Director Will guy supposedly part of the royal family or some shit?”

Nobledick 2: “Well, I heard he’s just some redneck”

Nobledick 1: “A mystery for these young writers. This guy pretends like he’s some kind of reincarnation of William Shakespeare or some shit. *sniff* The play was pure shit.”

- MC decides she doesn’t want to listen anymore and turns away.

- Nobledick 2: “Well, I heard that this playwright is just a puppet, selling himself to Big Theatre for quick cash.”

- MC finds that she can’t stop listening anyway.

- Nobledick 1: “Whaddya mean?”

Nobledick 2: “Well, I heard he sacrificed a friend for his own creations.”

End Scene

Part 4 - Normal Avatar Checkpoint - “Eternal Lovebook #2: Ignore Gossip”

- blah blah, repeat of some of the Nobledick convo

- MC: That don’t make sense, Will makes friends with his creations, not the other way ‘round

- Nobledick 2: “One thing for sure, that guy has more than a few screws loose”

- Then the Nobledicks catch MC watching them and Nobledick 1 asks if she’s alone. Nobledick 2 asks if she’s a foreigner and they approach her.

- MC: Fuck this noise, I ain’t letting this happen to me a second damn time “No, I’m with my boyfriend and I ain’t leaving with you guys.”

- The Nobledicks look around to see that the streets are quite empty now and they grab her, saying they’re going to keep her with them until morning. She calls out for help and--

- Someone twists the man’s arm until he lets go!!

- Shakes: “Yo, wtf is this”

Nobledick 1: “And who tf are you?”

Shakes: “Oh, just some playwright with a few screws loose. Would you like to be my next sacrifices? I need some inspiration and noblemen like you would give me a pretty penny”

MC: Holy shit, he says this shit with a cold smile the whole damn time

Nobledick 1: “Fuuuuuuck this noise, let’s scram!”

Nobledick 2: “Wait for meeeeeee!”

- Will goes all soft again as he looks at MC.

Shakes: “You okay? Why tf are you alone?”

MC: “Vince went to get us a carriage or something”

- MC is wowed by Shakes being her hero again and how she kinda sorta a little bit feels sorry for those Nobledicks.

- MC: “So what if those rumors about you spread?”

Shakes: “There’s no ground on those rumors lol they won’t get far. And oh, what great timing, there’s Vincent”

- MC turns to see Vincent waving at her from across the street.

- Shakes: “Get goin’, girl. Stay by Vincent if you know what’s good for you.”

MC: “Thanks again for saving me. G’night.”

Shakes: “Yeh, ttyl”

- MC leaves and Will watches them go until they’re out of sight.

- Shakes: “I thought she was just some weak woman but this is actually pretty exciting. ...But those rumors have been spreading…”

End Scene

#ikemen vampire #ikevamp #ikevam #william shakespeare #ikemen vampire william #ikemen vampire shakespeare #ikevamp william #ikevamp shakespeare #chief's bullshit summaries #shakespeare route spoilers #william shakespeare route #shakespeare route #ikemen vampire spoilers #ikevamp spoilers #fan translation #today's title brought to you by: romeo and juliet wow such romance many deaths much drama

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scuzmunkie · 6 years ago

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Love is Blind: Chapter 7

A/N: Oh my sweet, amazing, darling little pumpkins!! You guys are awesome!!! Thank you so much for your kind words and support!! I wish I could give all of you big fat hugs!!! You guys know the drill! Lmk if there are any mistakes and if you’d like to be added to the tag list!! And now, chapter 7!!

Seth Rollins x Blind OFC

Warnings: Language, and if you squint really really hard and tilt your head to the left you might see a glimmer of hope!

Word Count: 2000+

Summary: Seth was Lily’s world, she was foolish enough to think that she was his. That is until he leaves her behind in pursuit of his dreams. What happens when fate throws them together again years after the heartache and tears? How can Lily see past the pain of the past when she can’t see at all?

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Amanda frantically looked for Lily, some friend she was, losing Lily when she needed her the most. As she ran around the corner she let out a sigh of relief when she saw Lily being held by her friends, grateful that there wasn’t any sign of Seth. Too bad she spoke too soon.

Lily was caught up in reuniting with Renee, Dean and Roman when an all too familiar scent hit her nose. For a brief second she closed her eyes, inhaled and allowed it to engulf her. When she opened her eyes again, they were full of unshed tears.

“L-Lily.” The first word uttered from Seth after so many painful and lonely years.

Everyone froze, silence so deafening, one could hear a pin drop. No one dared to breathe for fear of causing some sort of messed up chain reaction. Lily bit her bottom lip trying desperately to keep it from quivering.

Seth didn’t think, he just walked straight for her, caught off guard when she turned around, facing him. He felt the air leave his lungs as he looked into her eyes for the first time in years.

Lily stood still, listening to his footsteps as he got closer. Roman and Dean were rigid and Renee gave Lily’s hand a gentle squeeze, the three of them watching Lily and Seth’s every move.

After all the prayers, heartache and tears, Seth was finally standing in front of Lily again. All he wanted to do was pull her into his arms and never let her go... but he knew he couldn’t. He couldn’t hope that things would magically be as they once were. It would take time and hard work, but if she was willing to give him a second chance then he’d be willing to do damn near anything just so he could have her back in his life. But all that came to a screeching halt with one tiny word.

“Why?” Lily whispered, a single tear sliding down her cheek.

Seth was dumbfounded. He didn’t know how to answer that. She placed her soft hand gently on the face that was tattooed on her heart.

“I would’ve gone with you to the ends of the earth had you simply asked.” Her voice so quiet and small. With that she turned and walked away, not knowing where she was going, but she really didn’t care.

Seth would rather she screamed at him, push him, hell, he’d even take her slapping him. That he could handle, but he couldn’t handle seeing his once strong and fearless Lily so vulnerable and fragile, all because of him.

Seth went to follow after Lily but was stopped by a severely pissed off Amanda. Before he could protest, she clamped a hand over his mouth. Nodding her head towards a vacant room, she pulled him by his arm (although truth be told she would’ve much rather pull him by his ear) and dragged him away from their beloved Lily.

Once the door was shut Seth went to speak but immediately shut up when Amanda glared at him. They stood there in silence for what felt like eternity. She had the right mind to throttle him for the pure hell he put Lily through.

“Do you know who I am?” Amanda asked with a scowl that could make the Undertaker quiver with fear. She couldn’t help but chuckle on the inside at how mob like she sounded.

Seth simply nodded.

“You know who Lily is to me?”

Again, just a nod in response. Of course he knew who Amanda was. He knew everything about Lily’s life, knew how close they were and knew how intensely protective Amanda is of her best friend.

“Good. I’m only going to say this once, so listen up. Lily has had my back since day one. When everyone told me I was stupid to pursue music, she was the ONLY one who encouraged me to do so, she’s been there for me when I was at my lowest of lows and she dropped everything to come on tour with me when I broke my damn hand. So believe me when I say that there is nothing, and I mean nothing, I wouldn’t do for her, so if I see so much as one more sad tear because of you, I will not hesitate to lay your ass flat! Broken hand or not!”

Seth let out a sigh, knowing that he couldn’t argue with her. If the rolls were reversed, and someone hurt Dean or Roman, he’d be acting the same way. He knew he had to fix this if he had any hopes of winning his Lily back.

“Look” Seth said, pinching the bridge of his nose, “I know I screwed up. I screwed up big time and not a day goes by that I don’t regret the shit out of it, but please believe me when I say that I would happily spend the rest of my life making it up to Lily if she’d have me back.”

Amanda stood there listening to what Seth was saying, scrutinizing his every word and movement. Inside she was secretly hoping that he meant what he was saying. Although she hated to admit it she knew that Lily still loved him. The dumb asses needed each other.

“Fine.... but I mean it, Rollins! One more tear-“

“I know, my ass is grass. Believe me, I don’t want to hurt her anymore than I already have.”

Satisfied with his response, she simply nodded and left the room, leaving Seth to figure out a way to get back in Lily’s good graces.

—-

Renee and Amanda sat with Lily on the couch in Lily’s hotel room while Dean and Roman watched the three women. After the show they decided it would be best to head back to where Amanda and Lily were staying. As fate would have it, they were staying at the same hotel that the WWE superstars were staying in. Dean and Roman were a little tired from performing. That, and the fact that the four of them chased Lily down before she got lost or hurt. Roman was the first to reach her.

—-

Lily stormed down the hallway, not caring where she ended up. She could hear the others catching up so, as juvenile as it was, she started walking faster, breaking out into a jog.

“Uh-uh baby girl, nice try.” Roman grunted as he threw his arms around her waist, hoisting her into the air, walking towards Dean’s dressing room.

“Put me down, Roman!” She said through gritted teeth, squirming in his hold.

“Not gonna happen, doll.” Dean said catching up, Renee close behind.

“Um, what’s going on here?!” Hunter asked, slightly worried at the scene unfolding in front of him.

Renee motioned for Roman to take a still struggling Lily into the room, Dean following them inside along with Amanda who had just rejoined the group.

“Before you freak out, there’s somethings you need to know.” Renee explained calmly to a very confused Hunter, “When Dean, Seth, Roman and I were in college Seth was going through a similar situation, y’know, headaches, little to no sleep and irritable all the time. We didn’t know what to do, we were so worried about him and desperate for a solution.”

“How did you guys get him to snap out of it?” Hunter was willing to try anything at this point.

“We had almost lost all hope, then, one day, Lily happened. The girl Roman was just wrangling.” Renee said when she saw the confusion on Hunter’s face. “She was the only thing that pulled him out when he was drowning. A girl, who most considered broken, was able to hold Seth at night and reassure him that all would be alright.”

“Ok,” Hunter said, scratching his beard, “what happened then?”

“Well,” she said, letting out a sigh “they moved in together, started dating, fell in love. But, Seth being Seth, decided to end things, thinking it would be easier for Lily since he was gone most of the time. How he ended things tho was pretty tragic.”

“I’m afraid to ask but what did he do?” Hunter felt like he was listening to a soap opera.

“He simply stopped all communications with her without any explanation.” Renee wiped a stray tear from her cheek. “It nearly broke her.”

“As sad as all of this is, why is she here and more importantly, why is Roman man handling her?”

“Well, she had a run in with Seth just now and some emotions were let loose, so she took off. Roman is taking her to Dean’s dressing room for the remainder of the show. As for why she’s here, well, you asked if we had any solutions. She’s the only thing that can save him. That is, if they’re willing.”

—-

“You sure you don’t want me to stay with you?” Amanda asked, hugging Lily goodnight. Dean, Roman and Renee had long since returned to their respected rooms, physically and emotionally drained from the events earlier that day.

“I’m sure. All I want to do now is climb under a mountain of blankets and pass out.” She gave Amanda her best reassuring smile while ushering her out the door.

Once she was alone she drew herself a soothing, warm bath and soaked away the heartache and pain that reopened from being around Seth again. When she was dressed she collapsed on the bed. It was then that she allowed her tears to fall and her sobs to run free. She didn’t care how loud she was being, she needed to get this out or it would do nothing but fester.

Suddenly her breath started to hitch. Oh no, not now. Not when she’s alone. She started hyperventilating between each cruel sob, her body shaking uncontrollably. She tried reaching for her phone to call Amanda but knocked it off the side table in the process. This only caused her to panic even more. Gasping for air and feeling light headed, she started to fade. Just then she felt strong arms wrap around her, forcing her onto her back.

“Shit, breathe, baby, breathe. That’s it, deep, slow breaths.” Rough hands smoothed her hair out if her face, forehead meeting forehead.“You’re ok, pretty baby, everything’s gonna be ok.” Flipping them both, Lily’s head was laid on a hard chest, fingers lovingly stroking through her hair as she continued to cry, body trembling.

Calming down, Lily was finally able to breath normally. Her tears ceasing and her weeping turning into small whimpers here and there. When she felt lips on her temple, however, she snapped. Pushing with all her might, she tried to create some distance. When that didn’t work she resorted to small fists pounding against solid chest.

“Let go of me, Seth!” She yelled, “How did you even get in here?! Forget that, why are you here?” She continued her assault on his chest, but he kept his hold on her. The dam breaking and years of pent up pain and anger unleashed on him.

“You have no r-right to be here! You, you left me! Let me go like I was some useless piece of garbage!!” She wailed.

Defeatedly she gave up, she knew she was no match for his strength. Instead she covered her face and quietly cried.

“I gave you all of me...” she whispered “and it wasn’t enough.”

Seth’s heart was shattering all over again, but he deserved it. ‘You did this to her when you chose to let her go, asshole!!’ he reminded himself. She was saying the truth, who was he to argue with her?

His room was right next to hers and he could hear every sob. When he couldn’t handle it anymore, he ran to the concierge’s desk and demanded a key to Lily’s room. It’s a good thing he did too, had he not, who knows what would’ve happened to her? It tore him apart finding her convulsing, gasping for air while her body was wracked with merciless sobs.

Shuttering at the thought, he pulled her closer to his chest, his lips in her hair as his hands ran up and down her back. He didn’t know if he’d ever get to hold her again so he was going to saver every second.

“I know baby, I completely screwed up and I broke not only your heart but your trust as well. I have no right to be here and nothing I can do will change the past. I know you’re better off without me and you don’t need me, but” he sighed. Here goes nothing, “I need you.”

Lily felt her heart flutter.

“I have no right asking you for a second chance, but I will spend the rest of my life making it up to you if you’ll have me.”

Seth felt like his heart was going to beat right out of his chest. He knew what he was asking of Lily was 100% selfish, but if there was even one iota of a chance she’d take his sorry ass back, then he had to try.

Placing a hand in his chest, Lily gently pushed herself away from him and sat up with her back to him. Truth be told she wanted nothing more than to give in, to have him back in her life, but could she trust him so intimately again? Was she willing to chance the heartbreak?

Seth wanted to pull his hair out as he sat waiting for her answer. Not knowing is far worse than getting a negative response. Just as he was beginning to lose hope, he heard her soft voice.

“It’s going to take time.” She whispered, “I can’t just give you my heart again.”

It wasn’t the answer that Seth was hoping for, but there was a small glimmer of hope, so he took it.

“Ok” he said, leaning towards her and placing a small kiss on her temple. Getting up off the bed, he was about to leave, hand in the door knob.

“Seth?”

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panticwritten · 6 years ago

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Homecoming

I figure, to celebrate making through the summer, I’ll post one of the scenes I’ve been working on. It’s basically how Connor got back to the Cube three days before An Idiot’s Return.

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I huddle in the corner of a room. Their room. Jess’s room, from home. Sometimes it turns into their father’s living room, but it’s normally the mess of a room that Jess used to hide in. We used to be there every day.

Together.

Now, there are three different projections of them all talking at once. They don’t acknowledge each other—or make any sense—but they’re all enthusiastic and happy to see me. They keep their eyes on me and pause regularly as if I’m actually answering them.

I sent my double back to the Cube.

He deserves to be there more than me. I can still feel the toxic ability in my head. I can’t go back, not if I want to keep everyone safe. From what I know, Jess is recovering just fine without me there.

I cover my face with my hands and slump against the wall.

I can’t tell what’s real anymore. What’s true.

“Even in the square root so tired so good what do you mean damn metaphors im trying ill show them symbolism it was awesome i thought it was good rewriting history, ha—”

“I’m fine.”

The three voices vanish in favor of one that doesn’t quite sound right. Irritated. Tired. Definitely doesn’t sound fine. I don’t move.

“I wasn’t exactly expecting this to be easy. I’m still not sure if I believe I’m talking to the real you.”

I fall to the side when the wall containing the room disappears. I curl in on myself and wait. I need to know who it is. I need to know what new thing the memories are offering me now. If I can ignore it, maybe I won’t have to deal with it for a while.

“How are the boys? I know I said I’d come over, but—”

The voice cuts off, and now footsteps join it. I think I might know who it is, and I don’t know if I can handle a projection of Jay telling me how wrong I am. How I can’t complain because they told me there were better ways to do this.

They told me and they were right.

“Holy shit, I think that’s him.”

I finally uncover my face and open bleary eyes. A figure approaches—sound says at a jog, but I really can’t tell—but I don’t move to greet them. I wait to see what they’ll say. To see if they’ll be nice or not.

“Connor?”

A hesitant hand touches my arm and quickly disappears. They lean close until I can almost actually make out the details of their face. It definitely looks like them. Maybe splinters of Jess project correctly.

“Can you sit up?”

I don’t really want to, but I force myself upright and rub my eyes. Maybe I’ll actually be able to see the flaws in my memories if I can see straight.

Ha.

“Yeah. Yes, D, I found him. Tell j355 to get back on the line.”

A crackle of sound from whatever device they have. I blink at them, but my vision is still blurry. If I give it a few minutes, they should go back to normal.

“I know. Yes. 65%. We’ll find out when I get back.”

“Goodie,” I mutter. “Another daring rescue attempt.”

They still.

“Scratch that. 90%.” They stoop down next to me. “How many times has someone tried to get you out?”

I rub my eyes again while I think on it.

“Lost count,” I eventually say.

“Will you walk with me, at the very least?”

They crouch on their heels with a hand extended to me. If I say no, will they go away? Will I have a minute for my mind to just be here, wherever here ends up being? Just a minute without a projection trying to give me false hope?

I sigh and take their hand. It’s better than being alone.

They reach up with their other hand to touch their ear.

“Make sure no one enters the lab without my express permission.”

They stand and pull me up after them. I’m almost surprised that I don’t sway. They immediately start forward and I follow at their side. I’ll humor them until they phase out like the others. They have good intentions, even if they aren’t real.

“How long has it been since you and Jordan split apart?”

Jordan?

I stare blankly at them and realize my vision has returned mostly back to normal. They don’t look altered at all. That’s almost scarier than if I’d been given proof that they’re just an image. The idea that they might actually be here is too dangerous to entertain.

It’ll hurt more when they turn out not to be.

“The other half of you?” Jay prompts.

They aren’t supposed to know about that. My double went back, he should have returned and taken on who we were to make it easier for everyone else. That’s what I would have done. If they think he has a different name—if they know about him at all—this can’t really be them.

I answer anyway.

“I don’t know. Time doesn’t work right here.”

“If it helps you remember,” they offer. “I’ve been looking for you for five days and he’d been in the Cube for a week before coming to me.”

“About three weeks, then,” I amend. “Why did he come to you?”

“He inherited the power of manipulation. He wanted me to help him control it.”

No.

I stop and let my hand fall out of theirs. There are more and more strikes against this really being them. Of course my biggest fears would come to haunt me like this. A blessing of a rescue coming with the knowledge that, not only did Jordan reject the plan we’d made, he’s still just as capable of relapsing into unhealthy control as I am.

“Connor?”

I shake my head.

“We have to go back. I can tell without even running any tests, you’re unstable.”

They’re so worried. They believe they’re real. That they can get me out. That there’s any way I could leave the memories now. I’ve been replaced, and everyone’s safe and everyone’s fine. That has to be the truth, so they can’t really be here.

“You’re going to fall apart if you stay here. You’ll disappear.”

“Good!”

Their breath catches, and I’ve never seen Jay so scared. Not even when Jess almost died. They stare at me, gaze not wavering when an indistinct voice chatters through their com.

“You don’t mean that.”

“I do,” I growl. I don’t know how long I’ll be able to hold it together if they stay here. “Now leave.”

“You don’t mean that,” they repeat. They speak firmer this time. Either they know something or they’re trying to convince us both.

“Please. Just go.” I take a step back, but they follow.

“If you meant it,” their voice cracks, but their stare is too intense for me to think of them as uncertain. “I wouldn’t have a choice about it, would I?”

Any argument I might have dries up in my throat.

They nod and finally look away. They dig in their coat. Before they even withdraw their hand, a door appears in front of them.

“If I had any sense, I wouldn’t have wasted time talking.” They jam a key in the door and jerk it open. “Thought it might be jarring to go straight back, but I obviously have terrible judgement out here.”

They hold the door open for me, and I stare through it. The fluorescent lights of the lab wink back at me. It could still be a trick. Another trick of the memories to keep me from even thinking about finding a way out.

Still, if this is real, there’s someone unconscious on their floor. They’re too busy watching me to see them, so I cross the threshold without much hesitation.

“Oh, thank god. Did you—” The voice over the intercom cuts off. “Which one are you?”

“Connor.”

J355 sighs in relief as I kneel at beside the limp body on the floor. It’s D, Dirk’s older brother. I don’t even get a chance to check whether or not he’s injured before Jay drops down on his other side and presses two fingers into his neck.

Their sigh of relief calms me down just a little.

“What happened?” they call, turning their sharp gaze into the air. “Where’s Jordan?”

“Gone.”

“What do you mean, gone?” Jay hisses. “Disable the scramblers for ten seconds.”

They turn their attention back to D to press their hand against his forehead. The flow of emotion in the room spikes, a mess of anxiety and frustration, and D jerks upright.

“Holy fuck,” he gasps.

After a second, he scrambles to his feet without looking at either of us.

“Where’d he go?”

“He ran into the memories. I couldn’t stop him, I—” j355 pauses and a soft whir overtakes the intercoms for a second. My ability to sense the others’ emotions vanishes once again. “I’m sorry.”

“Damn.”

D turns back to us, and I can’t quite make out his eyes behind his shades. His flinch upon seeing me is almost imperceptible, but I think he knows it’s me. He doesn’t immediately accuse me of anything, at least. Instead, he turns to Jay to offer them a hand.

“I let slip why you ran out.” He tugs them to their feet, but I don’t wait for anyone else’s help before reconfiguring myself to be upright. “He panicked or something, I don’t know. S’the last thing I remember, at least.”

“He used you to disable my drone,” j355 explains. “Then you collapsed. Christ. I had to check your vitals to be sure you weren’t dead.”

“Sorry,” I mutter. At the slight frown D directs at me, I continue. “I fucked up. This whole thing was pointless and stupid, Jordan wouldn’t even be here if I wasn’t so—”

“There’s nothing you can do about it now.” Jay pushes past me into the lab. They call out into the empty space. “Where are you?”

“Table D9. I fell out of camera sight, so I’m not sure if I’m under the table or—”

“Here.” They duck under a table and pick up a drone. “You shouldn’t have to use one of these soon. Let’s get you up and running again.”

They wander into another room without looking back, so I’m left alone with a vastly older version of Dave than I’ve ever talked to. He looks after them with a deep frown. I didn’t know they were close.

“Hal wanted me to ask if you’d tell him about the memories,” he says without warning. It takes me a second to even realize he’s talking to me. “I have a feeling he’ll just swipe Jay’s files after they talk to you about it, but still.”

He shifts his weight and looks at me over his shades. There’s something unnerving about seeing an aged version of one of your friends. Something strange and uncomfortable, and I can’t help but like him immediately.

“Yeah, I—” I clench my fists until my nails dig into my palm. “Once I convince myself I’m really here, I’ll swing by.”

“Good. No running back out there, right?” He turns back to lab at large to watch the door Jay left through, so I can’t read him again. “A lot of folks would be pretty pissed if you turned right around and got yourself lost again.”

“How the hell did you end up being Jay’s friend?” I grumble.

“Ah, well.” He rubs the back of his neck and makes a face. “I came by after everything with the asshole version of Dave’s bro. They let me bring everyone else, now I always seem to be finding myself back here.”

Huh. Jay’s been holding out on me.

“Then again,” he muses. He tilts his head to look back at me with a rueful smile. “Bro and I have unofficially adopted half the Cube by now. With Jess caring so much about them, Roxy and the Captors hacking into their servers—and don’t even get me started on the rest of The Collective getting all catty about whatever the hell they’re doing back here—all that on top of Dirk and Hal poking around for parts, I’d’ve found my way here eventually.”

What the fuck? The Strider’s are looking out for everyone now? When the hell did that happen?

I cover my face with my hands and lean back against a table with a shaky laugh.

“God, I’m so out of the loop.”

“Wait ‘til you see the map the other kids are putting together.” He ruffles my hair and, god, I think D Strider just claimed me as a part of his family, what the fuck?

My legs buckle, but a chair I distinctly remember there not being catches me. This can’t be real. This is like the Cube I left, but swapped around and made different. I shake my head against the thought, but I can’t keep my mouth from opening.

“We’ve left the alpha timeline.”

D barks a laugh, and even Jay and j355 join in. The sound crowds around me, and I’m scared to move my hands or open my eyes. The prospect of finding out this was another piece of fiction bestowed by the memories is too painful. What would I even do?

Am I even capable of getting out anymore? Maybe I’m just a part of the memories now.

The laughter stops, I don’t know if it even lasted longer than a few seconds, but the silence is worse. It tells me it’s gone. I’m going to open my eyes and it’ll just be dark, maybe another projection of Jess waiting for me to talk to it. The disappointment is already too much to handle, and I haven’t even confirmed it.

Then, it’s not quiet anymore.

J355 whirs and thanks Jay, the distinct sound of a drone buzzing through the air joining their soft conversation. It sounds like D joined them further away, but I didn’t hear him leave. The Striders can just do that, I guess.

“I don’t have a way to track him,” Jay says, finally loud enough for me to make out. “He could already be swallowed in the memories, we don’t know.”

“Any chance he might come back on his own?”

The pause is just long enough for me to answer.

“No.” I uncover my eyes and locate the trio all the way across the room. “He thinks he’s a danger to everyone in the Cube. That we could fuse back together if we’re not careful. Even if we don’t, the two of us in one place with the kind of manipulation we have—”

“Connor.” J355’s voice washes over me, soothing and calm. I rein myself in.

“I’m just saying. He’s not coming back.”

“You’re right, sounds just like Dirk,” D mutters. Jay smacks his arm, earning a shrug. “Just sayin’, you can’t go blaming every little thing another version of you does on yourself. Jess doesn’t even do that, and they’re—well.”

He makes a gesture at the room at large.

Yeah, they’ve got plenty of versions of themself that have done shitty things. They’ve got plenty of versions of themself, period. I don’t know how they manage to keep everything straight or in order. I can barely handle having one.

“Dirk catches himself in the same cyclical thinking.” He raises a hand, stops himself, and starts again. “Or, everyone else catches him and he backpedals. Can he blame alternate versions of himself for doing crap he would never do? Is the fact that he’s scared of doing that a sign that he’s a good one? Then it goes to, thinking he’s a good one might be a sign of a shitty one’s ego, and on and on.”

“We’ve been working on that,” Jay chides. “Jess gets a lot of those guides to break out of negative cycles of thought, they help.”

They go back and forth like this awhile. I guess they’re both pretty interested in the well-being of the younger Striders. They mention the two versions of Dave, but then the alternate version of his brother comes up and the topic is dropped altogether.

The longer I’m here, the more convinced I am that it’s real.

I dig my nails into the arms of the chair just to prove I can, then lift my hands to stare at the marks left in the fabric. Cause and effect, it works here. I do it again and again on different parts of the chair, then I stand.

Jay and D both fall silent to look at me. I don’t know what they see, but I know for a fact I’m hyperventilating. I stare at them.

Then I seize a stack of papers from the table I’ve been sitting next to and throw it into the air. Jay objects, but j355 says something I don’t quite catch to shut them up.

I’m too busy watching the papers fall. And they do fall. They don’t just phase out or drop like rocks, don’t warp the air around them or change the surrounding room other than the complete mess they make. The papers fall how paper is supposed to.

I choke out a sound, and I’m not sure if it’s a laugh or a sob until it comes again. This time, when I fall to my knees I do land on the floor. I cover my mouth against the hysterical, hiccupping laughs. There’s nothing I can to about the hot tears squeezing past my eyes.

I’m out.

I’m here, this is the Cube.

Jay and D kneel at my side and try to get me to talk to them, but I can’t. I can’t even begin to find the words. There’s nothing I can say to relate this to them.

I’m home.

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neo-shitty · 3 years ago

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toffee!

no dont apologise! i didnt check until just then so np :)

mmm yeah it is a bit trippy. hehe ITS TRUE THO. yeah sadly i think ur right, and tag blocking is probably a good idea. sometimes smut written well or not in excess is okay but goddamn when its abt 01 line and thats the whole fic... *silently blocks tags*

hehe i do that all the time lol this conversation is carrying on threads from a month ago :) mmm yeah ur probably right sadly, same. HA HE DIDNT HAVE A CHOICE and now i have someone to talk to abt them, so thats good! I KNOW felix was actually the one who got me into skz with his iconique gods menu line so i guess i have a soft spot for him. i always tell myself my bias is chan but ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ guess im more whipped than id like to admit. mmm yeah that does make sense dw i hope they do that as well. YES king seungmin hIMSELF. GODDAMNIT DONT GET ME STARTED ON MINHO IN GODS MENU I DIDNT EVEN KNOW HE WAS PART OF THE GROUP UNTIL I STARTED GETTING MORE INTO THEM. BITCH (affectionate) THE LINE DISTRIBUTION HAS BEEN UTTER DOG SHIT but *deep breath* its better now so were moving on adn hoping it stays that way. sis same but i may or may not have gone thru a rlly depressed phase and actively sought out the elimination episodes so i could actually force some tears out of my emotionless shell of a heart but what cna you do? lmaoo i feel that irl, binnie deserves more vocal lines. yesss channies accent is rlly prominent then, i think also the way he structures his phrasing? is more english speaking than korean? but yeah i totally get what ur saying. AJKSAL lmao

okay then! im excited for whenever it gets done! (maybe tag me?) ahh the cold shrivelled heart of a dark au writer beats again at the thought of torturing another poor characters very soul (/j) :(( yeah that would suck not being able to see them. ohhh ur on the other hemisphere to me! were just going into spring rn. mmm smth to look forward to! YES you put it into words. they rlly are pretty independent from the company (remember how jyp rejected that other dudes songs after like 3 seconds and then how he was apparently nervous to show the song hed written to chan cos chan was so good at writing hits ahhh sweet revenge) mmmYES we rlly need a mute and remove notifications button for our brains dont we?

YES CORRECT i totally agree. some people jsut dont give it a try, adn assume its bad cos its korean smh racist assholes. yes! im coming up to my 6 month anniv actually! sis sAME, i feel like theyre being tugged into appealing to the western american market and theyre not staying as true to their artistic flair as a group, especially with only writing english songs atm. *sigh* ah well, at least theyre bringing recognition to the kpop world. AHUH dead on, theyre going to be discarded pretty soon and then where will bp be? theyll prob go solo paths which is rlly sad but what can you do when the company is run by a prideful asshole? yg is not going to last much longer in the big four if they keep this up.

hehe you get it. oooh very cool! whos ur ult? (sorry if youve said this before) mmmm yeah good decision, i feel liek thats probably a wise decision. this is my first album release as a kpop stan (not counting mixtape oh) so i think ill get it for sentiments sake. yeah! im excited for the new music! mingi was the one who got me into them, but atm my bias is seonghwa followed by san, wooyoung and ateez but jonghos high notes man *swoon* he, yeah atm ive got jake, jay, nikki, jungwon and sunoo down so just trying to get the rest :) heh, yeah kard i rlly only got into cos of bm, ive seen him like interacting with a lot of idols and he seemed nice so i decided to check out the group. ikr gunshot man *another swoon*

no noe! i didnt know what it was until i got it lol. thx toffee ill try and take that to mind :) yeah lol im on a waiting list thats not going to be free until late september so hopefully i can hold on until then. hope ur okay, that sounds like it sucks, hope you can find someone. maybe ill just take you along on my phone and the therapist can get a two for one patient deal lmaooo. mmm, sorry no i havent mentioned it before, i dont rlly talk abt it much. uhhh basically hypermobility? if you google it, it doesnt seem bad, jsut joint flexibility but ive got the severe end of the stick, leaning towards ehlers danlos syndrome so thats fun. basically it just makes it hard for me to exercise, run, jump, stand or just walk for long periods of time and gives me a lot of joint and muscle pain so... thats fun! but obviously so many other people have it worse than me, so i try not to complain. normally in young people it will improve as they get older, but my doctor said bc its severe in me, its unlikely to get much better. but again, i dont have the worst lot in the bunch, so its all g.

oh its good that its not the bad type of rain, a light sprinkling can be relaxing sometimes. aww thx darl, the concern is appreciated but it went pretty well and i managed not to cough too much on stage or kill myself trying to run around to the other side of the stage in the pouring rain so thats good! oooh tea buddies! my dogs a labradoodle, but shes a bit more of a feral poodle lol not much labrador in her at all, unless its her relentless urge to hunt down every bird that has ever walked this earth smh :((( hopefully they can come back on soon, does uni have dances?

ahhh a mood if i ever heard one. hopefully things will get better for you soon, ik anxiety sucks ass. ooh thats always good! when its sunny here, its always melt ur thongs to the pavement hot so the nicely cool sunny days are a lovely change. hehe impatience is not so good for you, but good for us that get to see ur beautiful theme early. ahh no worries, itll come eventually hopefully. and if not, then just things that make you not anxious are good. it doesnt have to be black or white, sometimes gray is good. mmmmm sames i have midterms this week to catch up on and then two weeks of end of terms so thats fun! i hope u can overcome that a little, heres some channie to be ur motivation https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=a8LWyNjzOww. hah! i hear that all the time, he seems to be everywhere. did you see that tiktok of hans slowed back door rap, i stg it sounded EXACTLY like namjoon, it kinda scared me. also teh beginning of another day, sounds so much like joon i swear.

that reminds me! idk ur biases! i feel like this should be smth i should know so please! feel free to elaborate!

ahh im glad, i was worried it is. mmm same, so no hard feelings if either of us misses a day or smth. ill start worrying if weeks/months have gone by, but if its just a little while thats more than fine. ill just picture you studiously completing notes and i wont worry lol

<3 w.a. 🐺

at some point i really think i'm going to start blocking accounts because blocking tags won't be enough. i saw ask tags the other day and it just made me want to bleach my eyeballs.

i could talk about god's menu felix for hours man. the teaser for god's menu that featured his part on the bridge made me look forward to the mv release. you: biases chan, also you: lixiesbabyhands. yes you are more whipped than you think. i can't believe orange haired minho was given NOTHING during that era but they kind of made up for it in the b-sides. i also hope it stays that way. the distribution for this era was pretty fair.

"torturing another poor character's soul" in all honesty, i used to live for this. 2017 me leading up to early 2020 wrote nothing but angst. i have another aussie friend on twt and tbh i'm still really (O.o) about the seasons! jyp should be terrified skz could easily take over that company. heck if skz grow old and start their own company, they'd probably do a great job at running it. PLEASE. i have issues on muting/notifications both mentally and in real life. sometimes, i just wish to disappear.

some people in my country are just disgusting tbh. not only racist but homophobic too. they label kpop as 'gay' and it DISGUSTS me. it's a problematic behavior/mindset people in my country need to fucking get rid of. anyway, HELP ME 6 MONTHS??? and i've been in this shit for like a decade eye. tbh, i’m not fond of kpop groups trying to appeal to the western audience :// it feels like they’re losing their identity in a way. yes recognition but at what cost? yg has my favorite groups but that’s one shitty company when it comes to promoting.

okay my ult! it’s haechan from nct but i consider chan an ult too. like a close second above my whopping list of kpop boys. oh yes! you should get the album just for like a keepsake? remembrance? how did mingi appeal to you? omg did you start getting interested in ateez back when he was still on hiatus? NOT YOU BIASING THE SAME PEOPLE I DID WHEN I FIRST STARTED STANNING. the infamous ateez thot-line. jongho is easily one of the best fourth gen vocalists out here, no one can change my mind :( good luck with memorizing the rest of enhypen! just in time for the comeback too. i hope i’ll get into kard soon but i’m pretty content (and a tad bit overwhelmed) with the amount of groups i stan right now.

please hold on though, feel free to vent here if you like. thanks for the offer tho HAHA but like i’ll try to get checked here too when the cases die down a bit. i’m sorry to hear about your condition though :( please don’t ever overwork yourself to the point that your joints/muscles would ache. it’s completely valid to complain about it tho. i get that you have others in mind but keeping that mindset really doesn’t do you (like you internally) any better? so if you need to, vent your frustrations out and don’t keep it in.

oh my god, about your performance last sunday. was the stage out in the open? glad you didn’t cough too much and did well on your concert. i’m proud of you! i can never understand dogs and poor birds T_T uni doesn’t have dances unfortunately. i think there’s just one party at the end like a graduation ball. what year are you in anyway? if it’s something that you’re fine with sharing. if not, it’s cool.

good luck with your exams! and thanks for the link! AHA what a cutie. i think he does this motivation thing once in a while during his lives and it’s just comforting. yeah joon and han my irl just freaked when we made that discovery. ult crumbs for her. oh god not me forgetting about every biases when you asked. you can ask for my biases in a few groups just list down the one’s you’re interested in knowing.

i missed yesterday because i was grinding and finishing what if we stay + school work. finally did it today. i’m sure i’ll reply in like a day or two, definitely not a month unless i state otherwise. if i ever decide to abandon this blog, i’ll let you know.

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Hey Lynse... ive kinda been down lately because people don't review my fics but also never give me prompts whenever I do requests and stuff... it makes me really sad but I really love writing my fanfiction, it just slows me down tho... any advise or help? T-T

Hey, Anon. *hugs* I know how you feel; it can be hard to work up the motivation to do what you love (or at least keep posting it) when something you’re really excited about gets little to no reaction. I still feel that with some fics, if not as often as I did when I was starting out and going at least three chapters without a single review.

As far as tumblr goes, remember that only your first five tags are searchable; the rest just help organize your blog. Putting in the fandom name, that it’s fanfiction/fanfic, or the characters is your best bet for getting people searching through tags to see your work. However, if you add a link to fanfiction.net, the post won’t show up in the search anyway, and only your followers will see it. (I’m pretty sure you can link to the AO3 and have it searchable, but not FF.net. Sites like deviantart will also render your post unsearchable, if you’re an artist, too.)

Don’t feel bad about reblogging your own work a few times to catch people in different time zones; no one else is going to reblog your fic if they never see it in the first place, and other people reblogging your fic is going to be the main way people find your blog to follow it in the first place. (This might not be true once you get thousands of followers if you’ve already got a large chunk of the fanbase following you, but it’s still true for me.)

Another way to increase your exposure as a writer is to participate in months/weeks where a fandom you’re in is holding prompts. Whether there’s a blog going through reblogging everything with the specific tag they ask you to tag it with or just people searching for that certain tag in general, you’re at least guaranteed that someone will be looking for work like what you’ve done, and if they enjoy it, they might reblog it and follow you. You certainly don’t need to do every single prompt--I did two for Miraculous Ladybug in the entire month of August and that first post remains the one with the most notes out of anything I’ve written--but it’s another way for people to find you.

I’m lucky; I’ve managed to pick up a few followers (thanks!) who will cheerfully give me prompts or leave comments on my fics fairly consistently. But I still opened writing requests three times before I ever got one (and at that point, it was just one, from someone I PMed with on FF.net because I actually specifically told them what I was doing) since until then I didn’t really have anyone who was following me for my writing, or at least no one who happened to be on tumblr/saw the post and wanted to see something from me. That’s not a reflection of your writing skill; it’s simply that people haven’t found you yet.

If you’re writing for popular or at least large fandoms on FF.net/wherever else, the same could be true; your story could be buried before too many people see it beyond those that have you on author alert. If you’re able to, it might be a plan to write ahead of what you’re posting so that you can update more or less consistently; that way, people who are actively reading in the fandom are more likely to spot your story. I used to do that, back when I had more time to write in general, and it seemed to work for me.

Also, as far as first chapters go? Cliffhangers really do work when it comes to getting readers to stick around for the second chapter, and if you’re lucky, you’ll get a review that’s more than just ‘update soon’ (let’s face it; ‘nice! update soon please’ is preferable). If you think your first chapter is rather boring, writing-wise, because you still need to build up to the action/the problem/etc, considering writing a hook first--some sort of preview of a later scene, which you then go back to work up to that point. It’ll give your readers a taste of what’s to come and hopefully catch and hold their interest through the more tedious setup portion of the story.

Never underestimate the power of a good summary. Do not say that you are bad at summaries, do actually give a summary (not just ‘summary inside’), and do proofread it, too. If there are spelling mistakes in it or improper capitalization/blatant grammatical errors, I don’t even click on a story to read it, because I expect more of the same inside.

Basic spelling and grammar are important. Nothing will get to me leave a fic faster than clicking on it and seeing the horrific ‘wall of text’; a new paragraph is necessary whenever someone new speaks, and some people still don’t realize that. Some amazing people write in a language that isn’t their first language, and sometimes spelling isn’t people’s forte in general, but spell check is important and free. It’s not foolproof--you can type the wrong word and it won’t catch it if it’s still a word--and that’s where having a beta-reader is nice, in addition to bouncing ideas off them when you get stuck; you can always let people know at the end of the first chapter that you’re looking for a beta reader for the story. Failing that, give yourself some time between writing something and giving it its final proofread; you’ll catch more of your own mistakes if your brain doesn’t remember exactly what you wanted to say and see it correctly even if you’re missing a word. And please do proofread your work; too many errors is jarring, bringing the reader out of the story, and you’ll have fewer people interested in your work if they can’t get into your fic in the first place. The odd error seems to be okay--I know I have those in my work simply because I’ve missed them, and every once in a while I spot one and go back to fix it--but there are limits. People are lazy as readers; they don’t want to have to work to figure out the story you’re telling them. It’s far simpler to just go read a different story.

#writing #ladylynse #advice #asks #text #I hope something helps #good luck Anon #you might just need to get yourself out there #Anonymous

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