#so that’s gonna bite me in the ass later

[lipglossanon]

Our Lip Are Sealed

Brother-In-Law!Leon S. Kennedy x fem!reader

A Little More Savory tier commission from Anon 💜

Word Count: 2173 (I keep going over 😩 lol)

Warnings: 18+ MDNI, cheating, dirty talk, cucking (although the husband doesn’t know lol), breeding, size kink, breeding kink, kissing, fingering, squirting, unprotected sex, creampie

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It’s another dumb family get-together hosted by your husband, which is basically an excuse for him to invite his brother and a few close cousins and get blackout drunk. This time, he uses the excuse of it being the holidays. 

“It’s the best time for families to come together!”

His exact words to you as the first of the invitees showed up at your front door. You’re honestly not surprised. It’s something you’ve come to expect from your husband. It’s put a strain on your marriage, although he somehow seems oblivious to it. The only person to lend you a sympathetic ear about the whole thing is your brother-in-law, Leon. 

He knows how much it bothers you, always giving you an empathetic smile once the drinking starts. You’ve noticed that he doesn’t drink as much when he’s around his brother—a fact that doesn’t go unnoticed by your husband. 

“What happened with you? Y’used to drink like a fish,” he laughs, face red. A few of the cousins chuckle along with him.

Leon shrugs with an easy grin in place, “Just like to take it easy these days. Enjoy the finer things in life.”

He shoots you a glance, and you go hot all over. Later, after everyone either passes out where they sit or go crashes in one of the guest rooms, Leon’s the last one standing to help you carry your lush of a husband to bed. 

Your heart races when Leon’s hand brushes across your lower back; it could be seen as an accident, just him trying to help his brother stagger along, but you know it’s more than that. Excitement thrills through your body, making you bite your bottom lip while you glance at Leon from under your lashes.

The first time anything illicit happened, it wasn’t even that bad. After helping your husband to bed, you sat on the couch with Leon and spilled your marital woes. He drew you in close, a sweet side hug, and the next thing you remember is grinding in his lap as you make-out on the couch. 

Since that time, your physical relationship has tipped over into the taboo; it’s a very well-kept secret between the two of you. No one suspects a thing—least of all your husband. As much as you hate the drinking and the constant informal parties, Leon makes the headache bearable. 

Dumping your husband on the bed, you turn him in his side to help prevent any choking if he happens to get sick later. Leon stands behind you, body heat a beacon against your back. 

He runs a hand down your arm. “You’re so gorgeous.”

“Leon,” you whisper urgently, eyes glued to your husband’s snoring face. “Wait until we leave.”

“Why? He won’t hear a thing,” he presses himself completely against you, rocking his bulge against the swell of your ass. “Gonna fuck you right here, sweetheart. Break this bed in.”

Slick coats the gusset of your panties, fabric sticking to the lips of your cunt. Biting your lip, you let Leon lead you around the edge of the bed until he’s pushing you down onto your side. 

He kisses you before slipping a hand under your dress to brush across your soaked slit.

“Fuck, so wet already. You want my cock?”

“Yes,” you whine. “Want it so bad.”

“Bet he doesn’t fuck you like you need, does he?” Leon goads, working your panties down and off your legs. “What a fucking loser.”

“Leon,” you gasp. “You shouldn’t say that about your brother.”

“Why? It’s the truth,” he cups your pussy, middle and ring finger parting your slick folds. “Too bad you married the wrong Kennedy, sweetheart.”

Whining softly, you roll your hips down into his hand, “Leon, please, just touch me.”

“I gotta finger this tight hole or ‘m not gonna fit,” he croons, fucking his fingers into your fluttering walls. “We both know this little pussy hasn’t had a cock this big.”

Keening in your throat, you ruck your dress up so Leon has easier access to the apex of your thighs. 

“Look at that pretty hole,” he groans, fingers seeking out the spot at the front of your cunt that makes you squeeze down on the digits. “Married pussy’s the best.”

“D-don’t say that,” your thighs twitch, arousal burning hot in your belly.

“Why not?” He grins, and it makes your heart race. “It’s true. You’re married, and you’ve got the best pussy I’ve ever had.”

Cunt squeezing down on his fingers, you tangle your fingers in the sheets, shooting a quick glance to make sure your husband is still passed out. 

“I can’t wait anymore,” Leon mutters to himself, fingers slipping from your wet heat with a wet schlick. 

His middle and ring finger are shiny with slick as he pops them in his mouth with a groan. “Taste so good, but I’m too impatient to lick you til you scream.”

You gasp, watching with dilated eyes while he takes his shirt off and pulls his jeans and briefs down to his thighs. The tip of his fat cock drips precum down the shaft, making your mouth water for a taste.

He grips the base and shakes his dick at you. “Look at you drooling over it. Bet you’d love if I fucked that sweet little throat. Don’t worry, one of these days, I’ll have you choking and gagging all over my dick.”

You nod along with his words, clit throbbing like a second heartbeat and pussy dripping slick all over your thighs. He’s big. Much bigger than your husband’s dick; it sends a pulse through your cunt, knowing he’s about to fill you up and stretch you out on his cock.

Kneeling in front of you, he humps your pussy, thick cock, sliding through your slick folds and across your clit. Whimpering, you part your thighs even further. 

“Please, Leon.”

His head presses against your hole but doesn’t sink in any further. He grips his cock and rocks the tip in and out of your cunt. 

“Am I gonna fit in this tight little hole, baby?” He mocks, slapping the fat head of his dick down onto your wet pussy. “God, I’m gonna stretch this little pussy out.”

Whimpering, your eyes dart over to your husband passed out on his side of the bed. Your marital bed is pretty big—he always complained about needing the space—and now you’re appreciating that fact more than ever. 

Leon clicks his tongue. “What a poor, frustrated little pussy. She’s crying she needs my cock so bad.”

Choking out a moan, your head thrashes back and forth against your pillow while Leon sinks his thick cock inch by inch in your snug pussy. 

“Fucking hell, he’s not been giving it to you, has he?”

“Uh uh,” you hiccup a whine. “You’re too big. It hurts.”

“Aww,” he leans forward, bottoming out in your pussy with a grunt. “We’ll just have to get this hole used to being so full. Doesn’t that feel good?”

Your pussy flutters and pulses around his cock, slick coating his length. “Fuck, it’s so big.”

“Yeah, it is,” he chuckles before kissing your temple. “And your married pussy is a perfect fit. So snug and wet.”

Covering your mouth with your hand, you cry out against your palm as Leon begins to fuck you with hard, deep strokes. Eyes rolling back in your head and toes curling in pleasure, you rock your hips against his thrusts, pussy gripping his cock like a vice. His pelvis grinds against your clit every time he bottoms out in your cunt. 

It’s so unfair how good this feels—knowing your husband’s right next to you as his brother pounds into your needy pussy. The pleasure crests higher and higher, body jostling with the movement so hard your tits bounce underneath your dress.

“I’m gonna cum inside you,” he whispers, grinning down at you, sweat darkening his fringe. “Cum all inside this cheating slutty pussy.”

“No!” Your voice cracks. “You can’t! What about m-my husband?”

“What about him?” Leon swivels his hips, the fat tip of his cock rubbing against your g-spot hard enough to make you squeal. “You’re fucking gagging to have me stuff you. You love my cock rawing this sweet little puss.” 

“Noo,” you cling to his biceps, fingers digging into his skin.

“Fine,” he sighs. “I guess I’ll just pull out and—“

You tangle your hands in his hair and bring him closer for a dirty, tongue-filled kiss, pussy walls gripping his dick tightly. 

“Please, don’t,” you whine. “Want your cock, want you to cum in me.”

“Fuck, baby, gotta keep quiet,” Leon laughs in your ear, dick slowly rutting in and out of your squelching cunt. “This fat pussy’s so loud, gonna get us caught.”

“Leon,” you whine, nails digging into his bare shoulders. He hisses in pleasure, thrusting harder into your clenching heat. “Feels so good, can’t help it.”

“Yeah? This tight pussy just can’t stop creaming my cock, can she?” He coos in your ear, lips nipping at your lobe. “Want me to put a baby in this cheating pussy?”

Eyes fluttering closed, you moan loudly, legs wrapping around his waist to lock behind his back. “Oh, please, want you to knock me up.”

“Hell yeah, I’ll breed this hot little pussy,” he groans, moving up onto outstretched arms. His hips roll against yours, cock plunging deeper into your dripping hole. “Gonna blow my load in your greedy cunt til it takes.”

Pulling out suddenly, he grips your hips to manhandle you over onto your front. He yanks your ass back, pressing his palm on your shoulders to push your head onto the pillow. His cock bullies back into your sopping wet pussy, the sound—plap plap plap—filling the bedroom. 

You moan into your pillow, drool soaking the material as Leon rails you into the bed you share with your husband. 

He slows his pace, dragging his dick halfway out before sinking back in. “Which cock’s better, mine or my brother’s?”

“Huh?” Your brain is mush at this point, your thoughts concentrating on cumming all over his cock while he creampies you. 

“I said which cock is better,” he thrusts deep enough the tip bumps your cervix, making you moan weakly. “Mine or my brother’s?”

You stumbled over your words, not able to think when he reaches under your body to play with your clit. 

“Better question,” he purrs into your ear, “which cock do you love? Hmm? The one that makes you cum? The one that’s gonna breed this fat pussy til she’s pregnant? Or…”

He pulls out, and you whine while he smacks his wet cock against your ass, “Some fucking cuck who passes out while his brother dicks down his wife?”

“What’s it gonna be, baby?” He teases the tip in and out, in and out, until you finally press your ass back against him. 

“Yours, Leon,” you nearly sob when he fucks his cock back into your cunt. “Love your cock, s’the only one that makes me cum.”

He humps your ass, dick pounding at your drippy hole. “And? C’mon, what else?”

“A-and it’s the only cock I want to creampie my pussy,” you mewl, thrusting back against him. “Please, Leon, want you to cum in me. Cum in my cheating little pussy til you knock me up.”

“Goddamn,” he groans, fucking you so hard and fast the bed shakes. “Good fucking girl, gonna breed this needy pussy, gonna knock up my brother’s wife—fuck!”

He slips his hand around your hip and begins rubbing your slippery clit in quick circles. 

“Cum for me, want this slutty pussy creaming my cock so I can fill her up,” he bites the shell of your ear. “Cum for me, so I can give you a baby.”

He slaps your clit with the flat of his fingers, and it pushes you over the edge, climax overtaking your body. You squirt, slick gushing from your hole to coat his pelvis and run down your thighs. 

“Fucking hell, that’s it, baby, show me how much this pussy likes my cock,” Leon moans. 

You shake and scream, burying your face in the pillow to muffle the noise. Fireworks explode behind your eyes while your pussy milks his cock over and over, dripping slick all over the two of you. 

“That’s it, fuck, gonna breed you nice and deep like I promised,” Leon curses under his breath and thrusts a few more times against you before sinking to the hilt. 

Hot, thick spurts of cum fill your fluttering walls until it spills out around his cock. Rutting against your ass, he grinds his cock in your pulsing cunt. After a few minutes, he takes in a deep breath and pulls out with a low groan. You lay there, panting heavily into your pillow, body completely spent. 

He smacks the head of his cock against your sensitive and puffy cunt, “Since this naughty little pussy is just leaking out all my cum, guess I’ll have to stuff it again.”

[boofeine]

things that get svt vocal in bed

hello, this is (once was) @wannabelife :/ my acc got suspended, and now im trying to start new on this blog. consider this my first post all over again ig...

WARNINGS: smut headcanons, general reader, mdni

a/n: finals are all done, im baaack fr 🫡 requests are open

tags: @huen1ngk4i @aaniag @svteensworld @unlikelysublimekryptonite

seungcheol gets wrecked with a little bit of pain. nothing too crazy; the grip you have on his biceps, your knuckles white that will leave red marks in his skin later is more than enough to make him lose it. he goes insane when you pull his hair and neck, and scratch his back and abs.

jeonghan loves to hear you, be vocal for him, and you will hear back from him. the little whines of his name you let out makes his cock harder, the low groans making out of his lips as he watches you squirm and moan for him.

joshua loses it all with the skinship. hug him close, press your bodies together tight. he loves how your hard nipples stroke agains his, and your sounds are beautifully on the nap of his ear.

junhui loves when you move to meet up his thrusts. the way you roll your hips onto his while moaning, losing yourself, more desesparate to chase your high than anything else. nothing else matters, makes his hips hault because of you.

soonyoung gets crazy under pressure, truly just push his bottoms "is that all you got?" and he will keep doing a better job each time. he fucks you so good that he, himself, cant believe it feels that amazing, his moans louder and sweaty skin.

wonwoo is only mewling if you edge him, that's the only way you will be hearing those beautiful low husky moans. the overstimulation kicking in, his head going back as he lets out the nastiest moan from the back of his throat, eyes shut.

jihoon is most vocal when you give him head. you will hear him throughout the whole thing, but he gets louder when you look up at him. your gaze fixed on his, his face twisted in pure bliss and plesure, as your mouth is full of him.

seokmin feels he's about to bust his balls when you praise him. "so good, oh my god, you're perfect" "you fuck me so good, im gonna cum" "like that" your sweet words, making him twitch, his lewd moans almost music to your ears.

mingyu gets weak when you take over, rolling his body to the side as you crawl to sit over him. your hands going behind your back, finding stability at his thighs as you ride him with the sounds of him whiny crying out your name.

minghao loves the dirty talk. the way you get bratty and challenging with your words makes him lose it completely. gets him on the edge, grunting and groaning, fucking you restless.

seungkwan also gets louder with a little bit of pain, he's a bit freaky, tho. grip his hair, pull his head back, bite his neck, choke him, i'd even say slap him, i think he can enjoy that too, dig your nails to his skin, and this man will be squirming, moaning, grunting, completely at your mercy.

vernon goes crazy when you beg. the little cry on your tone as you beg him to not stop, to make you cum, to fill you up. and when you wrap your legs around his hips, kneels on his ass and lower back, pulling him deeper inside you, that's his end, he's a sobbing moaning mess.

chan is gasping for air when you put a show for him. his cock dripping and lungs burning as you play with yourself for him, pinching your nipples and swirling on your cunt, has him letting out those needy breathy moans as he watches you.

[love-toxin]

✧˖° nasty sentence starters °˖✧

feel free to send one with a character(s) for me to write!

fair warning: DDNE ahead.

Degrading

I - “Don't make me pull out.” 

II - “I want everyone to see you.” 

III - “Lick it, bitch.” 

IV - “Are you cumming again? Fucking scum–you cum when I say you can cum.” 

V - “I love how dumb you look right now.” 

VI - “Face the camera. Put on a big smile for me, yeah?” 

VII - “Go on, touch it. It's not gonna bite.” 

VIII - “I said, touch yourself. Don't give me that shy act right now.” 

IX - “Look at you, squirming around like that. Pathetic.” 

X - “No, you don't get to join me on the bed. Kneel on the floor.” 

XI - “To think, just a few minutes ago you refused to let me use this hole. Changed your mind quick, didn't you?” 

Submissive 

I - “D-Do I have to get on my knees?” 

II - “Can we do this in private? Please?”

III - “More!” 

IV - “Please don't stop.” 

V - “I'll be good, I promise.” 

VI - “Are you gonna use protection?” 

VII - “Me! I'm a good puppy! It's me!” 

VIII - “It's okay if you hurt me, I can take it.” 

IX - “I love it when you choke me.” 

X - “D-Did I make a mess on your face?” 

XI - "M-Meow.."

Breeding

I - “Gimme a baby, sweetheart.” 

II - “Ha! You're so getting knocked up.” 

III - “Gonna get you pregnant, you want that? I bet you do. It's written all over your face.”

IV - “Can I give you my babies? Pleeeeease?” 

V - “I know we just had one, but I really wanna breed you again.”

VI - “That's it, mama. Let's put another kid in this pretty belly.” 

VII - “Fuck, I love what pregnancy did to you. You're so fucking hot.” 

VIII - “Throw away your birth control. I'm going at it for real this time.” 

IX - “I could help you get your milk out, if you just asked.” 

X - “Breed me!” 

Noncon

I - “Stop fucking crying!” 

II - "Don't pretend like you didn't ask for this."

III - “I should've gagged you a long time ago. It suits you.” 

IV - “Ugh, get off me, you fucking perv!” 

V - “Spread your legs, or I'll use this knife to fuck you instead.” 

VI - “Just a little longer, I promise–I’m sorry baby, it'll be over soon, just a little more and I'll let you sleep.” 

VII - “Don't fight me, baby. Struggling is pointless.” 

VIII - “I'm keeping these for later.” 

IX - “Condom? Ha! That's funny.” 

X - “You're gonna be real popular online, cutie.” 

XI - “Are the drugs making you dizzy, sweetheart?” 

XII - “You're even noisier when you're asleep.”

Stuck

I - “Just a little bit–hey, not that much!” 

II - “Get in. We've only got a minute or two.” 

III - “Sure, I can make you cum quick. You know you can't resist me.” 

IV - “C'mooon, just give it a rub? I promise I'll be fast.” 

V - “I can't get off without your mouth. Just gimme a minute or two on your knees, and I can take care of it.” 

VI - “Just the tip?” 

VII - “Don't you dare make a mess!” 

VIII - “Just cause we're stuck here doesn't mean we have to-” 

IX - “Holy shit, are you stuck? I guess I'll just help myself then.” 

X - “You're pretty cocky for someone who can't get away.” 

Touching

I - “Can I touch myself?” 

II - “Are you getting off under my blanket?!” 

III - “S-Sorry, I didn't mean to walk in!” 

IV - “C'mon, we can rub one out together. It won't mean anything, I swear.” 

V - “Uh, did you need me to leave..?” 

VI - “It'd be easier to finish if you watched me, y'know…” 

VII - “Want me to teach you how?” 

VIII - “I bet I could make you squirt.” 

IX - “Aww, you need help getting it up?” 

X - “Gross! Quit touching yourself!” 

XI - “If you're so riled up, then hump your pillow. What? You heard me.” 

XII - “Go on, I got that toy for you! I wanna watch you use it.” 

Forbidden love

I - “Fuck, we really shouldn't be doing this here.” 

II - “Are you sure I'm not too old for you, sweetheart?” 

III - “I knew you'd fall for me eventually. Nobody could ever fuck you like I do.” 

IV - “Your ass is mine. I don't give a fuck what anyone else says.” 

V - “Who cares if they know? I hope they hear me pounding your guts every night.” 

VI - “I bet your boyfriend/girlfriend is real jealous right now.” 

VII - “Maybe I'll make your husband watch, just to show you I'm serious.” 

VIII - “C'mon, we're not even related! We can have a little fun if we want.” 

IX - “You always come crawling back. Don't say sorry, just get on my lap where you belong.” 

X - “A grade bump? Oh, don't play dumb. You know what you need to do if you want to pass.” 

XI - “Sometimes I think you fail your tests on purpose, just so you can fuck an A out of me.” 

Addiction

I - “I'm sorry! This is the last time, I promise. I just really need to get off.”

II - “If we don't bang in the next ten minutes, someone's gonna die.” 

III - “Jerking off to your pictures isn't that weird…”

IV - “Do you want money? I'll give you money. I'll give you anything, just, please let me taste you.” 

V - “Can't you just stay in bed with me today?” 

VI - “I'm not done yet–hold still.” 

VII - “What do you mean all my partners look like you? You're just seeing things.” 

VIII - “Okay, so I broke into your house and jacked off into your underwear, so what? It was only a couple times!” 

IX - “Is it bad that I dream about kidnapping you and fucking you in my basement?” 

X - “I trust you, but I still need to check so I know you're not cheating on me. Knees apart."  

XI - "It's a little late to hide--you already pissed on my lap."

Sweet

I - “Good morning, beautiful.” 

II - “Don't worry, I'll go slow, sweetheart.” 

III - “This always happens when we cuddle…not that I'm complaining, of course.”

IV - “Can I kiss you down here?” 

V - “You feel so nice. I could fall asleep like this.” 

VI - “Oh, I don't mind the blood, honey. Trust me, nothing will get in the way of me soothing your cramps.” 

VII - “Can I take your picture? You're so gorgeous, I want to remember this moment forever.” 

VIII - “Of course I can handle it! You won't suffocate me, I promise.” 

IX - “Whoops, uh…looks like I got a little too excited.” 

X - “Honestly, I feel like I need you even more now that we're married.” 

[pixeldinostorytelling]

I would just like to say I called it. Amelia’s betrayed us and I called it.

[defiledtomb]

you know when you're going through a high stress situation that is prolonged and agonizing but you've put on a brave face and you think you've got this! 💪 and then a week into it you accidentally burn your quinoa and there's smoke and all of a sudden your skin is sloughing off and you feel like alice about to be swept away in a tide of her own tears? mmnnmm yeag.

[invinciblerodent]

one day i might stop remaking all my old characters in BG3, but today is not that day

Warden-Commander Arenlor "Arie" Aeducan, ready to be tadpoled (and attempt an honor run eventually, once i get out of at least act 1 on my first tactician game lol)

[huffle-dork]

Swap Beyond the Crystalverse Chapter 16: Resurgence

Co-written with @crystalninjaphoenix Read Swapboys | Read Crystal’s AUs

Other Multiverse Stories: SITCV | SATCV | GITHV

SBTCV Masterpost

Bro lands hard on an asphalt surface. It's evening, just after sunset and he's arrived on a small one-lane road. It cuts through green hills, and along it is an old, crumbling stone wall, about waist-high. There's a rickety set of telephone lines running along the other side. 

Bro groans as he pushes himself up and rubs at his head. “M-Motherfucker…!” He curses to himself. 

There is no sign of anyone. Except for a single car, parked right in the middle of the road--there's no room for it to pull to the side--with its headlights on. It's old, gray with a couple dents. And from here he can see someone in the driver's seat.

Bro blinks as his eyes adjust to the new scene, blinking in confusion at the car. He looks around to see they’re alone. “…this is something out of a horror movie-“ he mumbles.

The person in the driver's seat of the car doesn't react to his sudden appearance. Actually... he's not moving at all. Wait a second. Is he wearing a hat?

Bro stays there for a second. Then he groans and starts to walk over, “if this gets me killed Alt is gonna be sooo mad at me.” He walks over to the car and tries to get a closer look at who’s in the drivers seat. “Umm.. hello?”

The man has his eyes closed, but as Bro walks closer, disrupting the light of the headlights, he opens them up and tilts his cap back. 

It's... another Chase. He's wearing a gray shirt with a blue holster--but no gun--and has longer hair and a thick beard. His eyes widen as he sees Bro, and he goes a bit pale.

Bro blinks a bit in surprise then tries to smile and waves as he gets a bit closer, “uh… hey! You okay, dude?”

This Chase does not look reassured at all. He instinctively tries to back up, but of course, he's sitting in a car seat. He reaches for the keys in the car and tries to turn it, but the engine stalls. Panicking, he looks at Bro again. "The fuck are you trying to do this time?!" he says, loud enough that he can be heard through the glass of the car windows. "T-trying to freak me out with my own face?!"

“W-What?!” Bro exclaims and quickly shakes his hands in front of him, “N-No way dude! I genuinely wanted to know if you were okay! I-is your car broken? …I dunno how to fix it but I can probably get you help!”

"Oh, so it's a trick! Well I'm not fucking falling for this!" Chase tries to start the car again, but it still stalls. "Did you do this?! I-it was fine when I parked!"

“I-I don’t know what you’re talking about!” Bro says, “I’m not trying to trick you I just- fell here! I don’t even know where we are!!”

"We're--!" Chase stops, looking around. "A-actually, uh... I'm not sure. I just sort of... drove." He looks back at Bro warily. "I-I'm not falling for it. I'm not falling for it." He says that more to himself than anything else. Bro didn't notice it before, but he has dark bags under his eyes, and his cheeks are a bit hollow.

Bro’s face falls and then he sighs, “Look dude- what can I do to prove to you that I’m not… whoever you think I am? Cuz I can at least tell you from experience… you’re - Chase Brody, cuz that’s who I am.” He puts a hand on his chest. “But I’m… I’m also a hero- I don’t go around tricking random people on the road.”

Chase shakes his head. "I-I don't--you can't--You're not me, you're just--pretending to be someone else, I-I can't be fooled, I--" He grabs at his hair. "Can't you just leave me alone?!" His breathing is speeding up.

Bro backs up and holds up his hands, “Jesus dude! Just… try to breathe! I’m not gonna hurt you! I don’t want to! But if I’m… I’m distressing you I’ll- try to see if I can find someone to help, okay?” He backs up more, not sure what else he can do before pulling out his phone. Maybe he has service…? Or maybe he can try to get Alt to help… he might be able to like- fix this car better than he could.

Unfortunately, it looks like they're in an area without any service. They really must be out in the middle of nowhere. 

Chase tries taking some deep breaths, watching Bro with wide eyes. His initial fear is slowly tempered by confusion. His eyes dart up and down. "W...wait," he breathes. "You're... not..." He trails off. "You're like... an actual person. Not... oh god." He laughs. "Y-you probably think I'm crazy now."

Bro blinks back at Chase then laughs quietly, “I mean…. Maybe a little? But I’m sure it’s for a good reason… are you in trouble?”

Chase laughs darkly. "That's the least of it. Fuck, bro." He leans back, rubbing his eyes. "It's a long story, and you're probably not gonna believe me.

Bro goes to hop onto the stone wall and leans forward. “I dunno dude, I’m seen a lot of impossible things lately. I’ll believe most anything- besides… seems like we both are kinda stuck here. For now, at least.”

Chase stares at him. Then he laughs. "Yeah. Sure. Why not." The back of his head hits the seat's headrest, and he rolls down the window a crack so Bro can hear him better. "If I told you that I was being haunted by some fucking... glitchy energy being, and also this weirdo science place that I just escaped from, would you believe that?"

“Yeah,” Bro says right away, “the place is called IRIS I’m guessing?”

Chase's eyes snap wide open. He obviously wasn't expecting Bro to actually believe that, much less mention IRIS. "H-how do you know that?! Were--were you there, too?!"

“No I’ve never been here before,” Bro says nonchalantly, shrugging. “But I’ve been to about a million different universes now and the main science guys to worry about are usually IRIS.” He kicks his feet, “I wanna say that the glitchy guy… god I don’t want to say Anti actually- but glitching is usually his thing…”

"You know him too?!" Chase gasps, sitting up straight. "You--What are you talking about?! Universes? IRIS and An--him? Wh-who the hell are you?! Are you really--me?"

“Yup,” Bro says, popping the p. “I’m Chase Brody, but back home I’m a hero known as Bro Fantastic. Right now- me and my brother have been traveling through different universes, trying to stop another Anti from finding a way to delete them. He just… tossed us straight into this one.” He sighs heavily, “I thought we were close to being done.”

"...h-holy shit, dude." Chase stares at Bro blankly. "That's... that's a lot." He shakes his head. "I-I don't have a brother... and I'm not a hero. Though I used to run this YouTube channel called Bro Average, it's kind of the same name." A pause. "I'm... I'm sorry, I gotta process that, it's... a lot."

“That’s okay dude, I know it’s a lot.” Bro laughs lightly. “I’m kinda an anomaly when it comes to other Chases so I bet it’s weird to see me.” He hops down from the stone wall and stretches, “but you know- you don’t gotta be stuck here. I can fly us somewhere safer- maybe see if we can get your car a tow?” He grins.

"F-fly?" Chase repeats, eyes wide.

Bro grins and hops into the air, floating a bit off the ground. “Fly!”

"Jesus fucking hell!" Chase unlocks the car door and hurries out, looking up at Bro and gaping. "Fucking--hero?! Superhero?! Holy shit! God!"

“Superhero!” Bro beams then lands back on the ground. “Sooo- not everyone likes flying but we can like- I dunno find a nearby pub or something. Somewhere so you’re not stuck out here in the dark cuz dude? This is how you get murdered by a serial killer-“ he laughs. 

Chase frowns. "I don't think he would let me get murdered by a serial killer... He... got me out of IRIS. I don't think he wants anyone besides him to torment me." 

Bro knits his eyebrows in concern, “Jesus… this Anti sounds intense…” 

Chase shakes his head. "That's dark. Um. Anyway. I-I guess it's better than nothing? Hang on. I want to try it one last time." He goes back into the car and tries turning the keys again. But nothing. He sighs. "Gotta be an engine problem, since the headlights are working." He turns the keys, putting them in his pocket, and grabs a backpack that looks to be stuffed full. "Alright. Let's try this."

Bro grins at Chase and then goes to scoop him up. “No swear bro! Hopefully there’s something close by! Let’s go!” And then he bursts into the air, holding Chase tight as they take off into the night sky.

Chase yelps, but then clutches him tight. Huh... this... isn't so bad. It all seems so small from down here.

 ----------- 

Alt lands in a very awkward space. A bathtub. In a bathroom, of course. 

Alt yelps in surprise as he lands fully prone in the bathtub. He sputters in confusion then glitches to his feet, holding himself up against the wall. 

The walls here are bright white tile, and the small, generic-looking room is lit by a yellowish light around the mirror. There's a towel rack behind the toilet filled with white towels. The counter is filled with a handful of toiletries, toothbrushes and deodorant and such being the only bit of personalization in this generic room. The door is slightly ajar, and voices come through the small gap, too distant to decipher. 

"Are you okay?" Anti asks from Alt's phone.

“Y-Yeah I think so…” he mumbles to Anti. He looks around, “t-that fucker… can you tell where he took us…?”

"I heard him say something before we fully disappeared," Anti says. "Based on it, I am 90% sure he shot us to the other end of this multiverse branch. Either we are in U-0803018CC or one of its various different timelines." He pauses. "Okay. Alt. The version of us here... he's bad. Probably not as bad in intention as the one who sent us here. But still bad. I don't think the guys here will react well to seeing me..."

Alt blinks and takes out his phone to talk to Anti as he goes to sit on the edge of the bathtub. “…what did you hear him say? What’s up with this world’s Anti?”

"Something about going back to the start," Anti says. "U-0803018CC is the oldest universe on this branch of the multiverse. So I think that could fit. And this world's version of us... Imagine me, specifically me, but evil."

“…that’s hard to imagine, not gonna lie.” Alt says with wide eyes, “…so… computer-y energy glitch that can possess and manipulate tech… and is very powerful?” He pales a bit, “…that’s not good…”

"Exactly." Anti nods. "I... might be able to shield you from his view. But I'm still not at full power, while he doubtless is. So we should hope we don't get his attention." 

“…it’s fine.” Alt says, trying to put on a brave face. Though… the last time he took on something like this Anti… he got possessed by him. He’s not eager to relive something like that. “I-I’m sure… all we need to do is find Chase and we can ask Sam to get us out of here and back to JJ’s world… then this can finally be over.” He tugs on his necklace.

Anti briefly manifests, looking out the ajar bathroom door, then returns to the phone. "Looks like we're in a hotel room, by the way."

Alt blinks towards the door and winces. “…I’m gonna fucking startle whoever is out there so bad-“

"It's this world's JJ, Schneep, and Marvin," Anti reports. "And... yeah, you are. Unless you want to try to avoid them entirely, but I do think they could be some help. Safety in numbers, and all that. Just... prepare for bad reactions." 

“…fuck you and your logic…” Alt grumbles. He warily looks to the door and slowly pulls up his mask. Then, he starts to creep towards the door and tries to look through. 

Across from the bathroom door is a closet with some suitcases inside. To the right is the hotel room's door, and to the immediate left is a small kitchenette with a microwave and mini fridge. Beyond that tiny kitchen space is the rest of the room. The hotel room has two king size beds, both of which have ruffled blankets and wrinkled pillows. There's a nightstand with a lamp in between them, and a TV on the wall across from them. A dresser sits beneath the TV. A desk sits in one corner, and an uncomfortable-looking armchair and a lamp sit in the other. The far wall is all one big window, with an open doorway leading out into a small balcony area, barely big enough for the table and chair outside on it. The evening air is cool as it comes in. 

"If you are going to sit out there, you could at least close the door so that the temperature stays the same," says a man sitting at the desk. He's wearing glasses, and also a green sweater with the symbol of a caduceus embroidered in a small spot near the left. 

"Aww, but then I wouldn't be able to hear your lovely voice!" says the man sitting out on the balcony. He's wearing a long-sleeved blue shirt, and has wavy brown hair that's not-quite-chin-length. 

Hotel rooms always get cold, anyway, the fresh air might be an improvement, signs the man sitting in the armchair. He's wearing a button-up shirt and a blue vest, and has a thick mustache.

Alt swallows shakily then backs up and looks back down at his phone, whispering, “…I don’t wanna do this- Can’t I just… go out and look for Chase? If the Anti here is that bad they’re not gonna trust me one bit!” 

"Well you can try," Anti says. "But they're going to notice you."

Alt makes a frustrated noise and stuffs his phone back in his pocket. Then he starts to pace, “Okay okay- let’s try to keep the glitching down and…! What’s a believable reason for someone to just- show up in a bathroom?? I can’t make an illusion of anyone they know because I don’t really know these guys! Why did I have to fall in the bathroom???” he whisper screams to himself.

"Hey. Hey. Deep breaths." Anti manifests, putting a hand on Alt's shoulder. "Can't do much if you panic, right? Look, try not to bury yourselves in lies you can't keep up. Maybe say something about you being a magician--they know about those guys. No illusions. Imperfect illusions will stand out to a practiced eye." He gives him a small smile. "You can handle this."

Alt glitches back as Anti touches him and tries to keep his breathing under control. Then he bares his teeth a second and throws Anti’s hand off. “Y-You don’t get it-! This trip… it’s been easier because Antis have been good or not around but I- the rest of these guys? Every universe… they’re my friends! They have my friends’ faces and I… I can’t- I can’t stand to see them look at me like I’m him-!” he says, his voice getting a little choked up. “It’s too hard…! It hurts every single time!”

Anti shakes his head. "You're right. I probably don't get it. But I can understand it. I know all about these evil Antis. And I know... what it's like to have a friend look at you like you're a monster." He hesitates. "Back in my own world... that's what they made my Jack think I was. My closest friend. He thought I wanted to torture him. I-it's different now that they've used a different spell... but that went on for a long time. And... you're right. It hurt every time." He pauses. "But we're not like that. We're not like that. And we can show them that we're not like that."

Alt at first doesn’t look towards Anti, just balls his hands into fists and looks away. But, slowly he looks back to Anti as he confesses what he’s been through and his eyes widen. “…oh I…” he knew- he’s seen Anti’s memories… how did he forget? 

Alt wipes at his face with his sleeve and then squeezes his eyes shut. “…I know. I know we’re not like that… it’s just…” he pulls off his mask completely, blinking back frustration that wants to leak out of his eyes. Finally he sighs and nods, “…yeah… I… I can show them. I’m not like that…”

Anti nods. "You're a good guy, Alt. Not perfect, nobody is, but you're good. And they should be able to tell." 

Alt smiles weakly at Anti.

"Do you guys hear that?" 

"Hmm? What?" 

"Shh!" A pause. "I thought I heard voices or something." 

Anti stiffens. "I'll be right by your side," he whispers, and disappears into Alt's phone again.

Alt freezes as he hears the others voices and then swallows shakily. He looks around then- might as well show them what really happened, right? He glitches back into the bathtub, letting himself fall with a surprised yelp and then exclaiming out loud, “ow! What the fuck?!”

The footsteps are immediate. All three of them rush over to the bathroom and fully open the door. The man in the blue shirt is in front, clutching a black wand with white tips—a classic stage magician’s wand. The other two are behind him, peering over his shoulders with wide eyes. “Hey! H-how did you get here?!” The man in front shouts, raising his wand. “The door was locked!” 

The man in glasses goes a bit pale. “M-Marvin, is that—” 

“No, it can’t be,” the man in front says. “I set up wards against him specifically.”

Alt looks up at the others with wide eyes and tries to push himself up, “u-um hi?? I-I don’t know how I got here- I’m sorry-!” His heart is beating wildly in his chest.

“Yeah—I don’t know how you got here either,” Marvin says. “Ow! Schneep, don’t squeeze my arm like that!” 

The man with the glasses—clearly Schneep—quickly let’s go of Marvin’s arm. “Sorry, but—i-it must be—he must be—him.” 

Marvin narrows his eyes at Alt, but the other man—this world’s JJ—tilts his head and looks thoughtful. Then he shakes his head. Not him. 

“H-how can you be so sure, Jamie?” Schneep asks. 

He would never even pretend to be vulnerable like this. Marvin lowers his wand slightly. 

“If anyone would know, it’s JJ,” he says. “But… that still doesn’t mean it’s good news. Who are you?” 

Alt seems to relax a bit as JJ vouches for him as he pulls himself up, “M-My name is Alt… I’m a… a magician. I just got… thrown in here.” He says quietly.

"A magician? Hang on." There's a puff of green smoke, and suddenly Marvin is gone. Then he's back only a second later, appearing in another puff of smoke. 

"Was that really necessary?" Schneep mutters. 

"Stitch in time, and all that." Marvin puts something on his face. It's a white cat mask, with the four card suits on its forehead. The inside of the ears are green, the nose is red, and there are wavy whiskers and streaks of pink on the face. As Marvin pulls it on, his eyes flare green. "Yeah... you have some sort of magic aura. It's uh... all electrical and shit. But every magician's powers manifest differently." 

JJ nods slowly. What do you mean you just got thrown in here? 

"JJ, he might not know what you're saying," Marvin says.

“No I- I can understand him,” Alt says with a shy smile. “And um… you guys might not believe me but I… I’m from… another universe. Parallel to this one… and I got thrown into this one before I could go home.”

"A... parallel universe," Marvin repeats, raising his eyebrows. "O...kay, then?" 

"Oh, actually, there is some proof of that," Schneep says. 

"Where? In what scientific journal?" 

"Ah..." Schneep hesitates. "Well, I... I heard it while I was..." He leans close to the others and mutters something. 

JJ glances at the two others, then back at Alt. Oh good! I do have a notebook if you ever need help. So... what is it like... in your other world?

Alt finally steps out from the bathtub, flushing slightly. “Um… it’s… well- there uh… I know all 3 of you just… differently. My Schneep is an actor and deaf and my JJ is a therapist… and uh Marvin is-“ he briefly looks away, “…I don’t know where our Marvin is actually-“ he lies.

"Oh, wait, you know our names?!" Marvin gasps. 

"Marvin, we have been using our names," Schneep points out. 

"Oh." 

JJ chuckles silently. 

"Hey both of you shut the fuck up." Marvin rolls his eyes. 

Alt laughs too. 

"Alright. If you're from another universe, do you know our two other friends?" 

We shouldn't assume we're all friends in every universe, though, JJ points out.

Alt nods, “Yeah Jackie and Chase. …my Chase is actually my brother. He’s uh- he’s a superhero. And my Jackie is a youtuber, he does parkour and shit.” He then smiles warmly at Jj, “you’d be surprised, actually… most of the times you are.” 

"You know their names?!" Schneep gasps. 

"Ooookay. You're either a really dedicated stalker with a wild fucking imagination... or you're telling the truth." Marvin lowers his wand some more. 

JJ blinks. Most of the times? 

"Wait--that implies that--oh!" Schneep's eyes widen. 

"Huh?" Marvin blinks, clearly not getting it.

Alt’s face falls, “It’s uh- really rare. Usually it’s cuz you just- haven’t met each other yet!” He says quickly.

No, I wasn't noticing the "most" part, JJ says. But that... you even know that... 

"Have you been to other worlds?! Besides ours?!" Schneep interrogates.

“Oh uh… y-yeah,” Alt says sheepishly. “I’ve been to… a lot…”

"...huh." Marvin's not sure how to respond to that. 

"O-oh!" Schneep's eyes widen. "Well, ah--I-I still am not sure about--all this. But, ah... do you want to... talk about them?" He's trying to tamp down his curiosity with caution, but the curiosity is winning. 

Here, let's leave the bathroom, JJ says. 

"Oh yeah. We can... do that at least. This is a bit awkward." 

Alt laughs, “Y-Yeah… a bit.” 

Marvin steps out of the way, and the others do too.

Alt suppresses his glitches and follows them out of the bathroom. He’s gonna try his best to… make sure they can trust him. 

Sorry about the mess, JJ says. 

"Hey, we're actually pretty neat!" Marvin says. "Or uh... you guys are." 

Alt goes into the room and goes to sit on a bed. “Uh… what do you guys wanna know?”

"Well, ah... h-how do you get to other worlds?" Schneep asks. "And why are you traveling? Are you learning for some sort organization or just traveling for yourself? Are there constants between worlds or are they all bizarre and different?"

Alt blinks at all of Schneep’s questions. “Well… we had a device- called the TRVLR- but it got… broken. We finally have all the pieces though! We just… need to find a way to fix it. I’m… traveling with my brother but we got the device from… an organization yeah. It was defective though but I managed to make it work with… my magic. And yeah! There’s constants- like you all being friends… and you’re usually a doctor, Schneep. And Marvin is magician and jj sometimes has magic or is an actor and uses sign language and.. always has his mustache.” He laughs. “Chase has a YouTube and his hat… Jackie is a hero and is always in his hoodie. But… there are so many bizarre ones for sure.” 

"That is... that's really fascinating." Marvin laughs. "And you sure know a lot about us. So... I'm inclined to believe you, but uh... not entirely. I mean, it's easy to find information about people." 

JJ grins and wiggles his mustache as Alt mentions it. 

"A... TRVLR...?" Schneep repeats, eyes going wide. "Did... did you get it from an organization called IRIS?"

Alt stiffens a bit, “Uh… yeah. How… how did you know?”

"We've... had some encounters with them," Marvin says slowly. "Schneep? Are you comfortable explaining?" 

Schneep nods. "I, ah... 'went undercover,' you could say. In their organization." He walks over to the closet and grabs something from an open suitcase. A white coat with the familiar IRIS logo on the sleeve. "Technically I am still undercover, I just used my vacation days for this trip." 

That 'traveler' name seemed familiar to you, JJ says. 

Schneep nods. "IRIS was working on a theory for such a device. They have blueprints, I think."

Alt’s eyes widen, “Oh… woah. As far as I know… IRIS is bad news… really the only good they’ve done for us was… having the TRVLR. Cuz.. me and my brother have been able to help people with it… meet new friends.” He smiles, fiddling with his necklace. “Seems like they haven’t made it here yet… huh.” 

"Oh no, you are right, they are fucking shady," Schneep agrees. "I know they have done terrible things, but I do not know the specifics yet. I have not found out enough, but I suspect they are, at the very least, kidnapping people." 

“Sounds about right,” Alt grumbles. He then blinks back up at Schneep at tilts his head, “…you guys are on a trip?” He asks. 

We're looking for those friends of ours, JJ says. Chase and Jackie. They... haven't... been around. 

"They're not in Mirygale," Marvin agrees. "Uh, that's the city where we all live usually. We're... worried about them. There's..." He hesitates, giving Alt a briefly suspicious look. "There's a guy who's been after us for a while. We're worried he got to them."

Alt blinks, then his stomach drops. Right… here it is. “They’re missing? ..well if my brother isn’t here- he probably appeared in front of one of them?” He says with a sheepish smile, “I-If my phone works… I might be able to find where they are.”

The three guys exchange glances. "Well... might as well try, I guess," Marvin says. "It's a better lead than what we've got, trying to follow their trail." 

We think that Jackie, at least, is somewhere in this city, JJ says. Not sure about Chase.

“Here… lemme see-“ Alt brings out his phone and tries to see if he can call Bro.He has service. But his phone rings... and rings... and rings... And then goes to voicemail. 

Marvin raises an eyebrow. "That's a long wait. I'm guessing you can't reach him?" 

“No… hm…” Alt says as he looks down at his phone. “…I guess I can see if he tries to reach back…” he then shakes his head and looks back at the others, “I…could try to help you find Jackie though… if you want.”

"That would be... great," Marvin says slowly, still a bit wary. 

JJ nudges him. 

"What? No harm in still being a bit cautious." 

I'm so sorry about them, JJ says. We've had some tough times... He smiles a little. Anything you can come up with would be great. Marvin's been using tracking spells but they're hit or miss. 

"I guess they never miss, huh?" Marvin mutters. 

Schneep raises an eyebrow. "Did you just... momentarily channel Chase?" 

"I think I did." 

“Wow what an ancient meme,” Alt laughs. 

"Ancient? That was like fucking... last year, wasn't it?" Marvin says thoughtfully. "Well, I guess it's ancient by internet standards." 

Alt blinks then laughs, “ah…my world is a bit… ahead, I think.” 

Marvin shakes his head. "Anyway. Yeah, JJ's right. For some reason my tracking spells are, uh... being glitchy. And they don't work for Chase at all."

Alt hums in thought. “…I’m not… sure- I might have some spells that could help? But.. kinda hard if we don’t have anything of theirs…”

"Oh! We do actually have something from Jackie," Schneep says, going back over to the suitcases. "Marvin uses it for his spells, too." He digs through the clothes and pulls out a small blue superhero mask, then walks back over. "Here, will this help?"

Alt looks over to Henrik and takes the hero mask, then reaches into his bag and pulls out his spellbooks, “…lemme see what I can find…”

Marvin slowly leans over to look at his spells as Alt opens it up. JJ also subtly shuffles over. Schneep rolls his eyes.

Alt blinks up then laughs, “Yeah my spells are probably different than yours… different worlds have different magic…” He wonders… could he channel the scrying magic from the eye tracker and combine it with a tracking spell to see where Jackie is? …it’s worth a shot isn’t it? He takes out the tracker and then lets it float in his hand surrounded by green blue magic. Then he sits crossed legged on the bed and puts the mask down in front of him and touches it with his other hand. He closes his eyes- and his necklace starts to faintly glow as he mumbles the words of a tracking spell and combines it with the magic of the tracker.

Schneep blinks. "What is that?" 

A talisman of some sort, JJ says. 

"It looks like Sam," Marvin says, fascinated. 

The three guys back away a bit, giving Alt some space to work. Marvin notices the way his necklace starts to glow and his eyes widen. "Oh! Chaos magic," he whispers. 

The tracker begins to glow a neon green, and Alt feels the sour magic inside it weave together with his own. Suddenly, a set of directions is beamed into his mind. They make no sense to him right now, but they probably will when they actually go searching. Left on Holiday Street, right onto Sunset Lane, right again onto Utterman Street--there's more, a winding path.

As Alt starts to get the directions he mumbles them out, knitting his eyebrows together, “Left on holiday street, right on sunset lane… right on utterman street- oh…! It’s- it’s all the directions!” He says brightly, his eyes snapping back open. He then grins at the others. “We can find him.”

Marvin's eyes widen. "That's real specific." He looks a bit suspicious about that, but after a moment, he nods. "Okay. Fine. Let's see where this heads. But if it's a trap, I'm gonna... fucking... kill you or something." 

At the threat, Alt shrinks back, biting down any need to glitch as he nods shakily. “Uh.. y-Yeah… right…” 

Marvin puts his wand through a belt loop in his jeans. "Anything you guys need?" He looks at Schneep and JJ. 

One second. JJ heads for the dresser, opening up one of the drawers, and takes out a small switchblade knife. He puts it into his pocket.

Meanwhile, Schneep reaches beneath the desk and grabs a red bag--a first aid kit of some kind. "Are you sure about this?" he asks the other two. 

We haven't been able to find Jackie in months, JJ says. We might be getting a bit desperate, and desperate times and measures and all that. 

Alt curls up a bit, putting his books back in his bag and pocketing the tracker. “…I only want to help… I promise-“ he says quietly.

JJ's expression softens, and he nods. It's alright. Don't mind them, they're just on edge. It's been a long year for us. 

Schneep nods. "Y-yes. JJ is right. We... are not... i-it is not you, it is our experiences." 

And neither of them are that good with emotions, JJ says. You would think a doctor would have better bedside manner. 

"Hey!" Schneep says defensively.

Alt looks up at JJ and tries to smile. Then he laughs at his jab at Schneep. “A-Alright…” He knows why they’re on edge… and they’re not gonna be any better if they see him glitch. So… guess he’s gotta try his best to be normal here. Even if he feels his need to glitch burning a bit under his skin.

"Alright, to the rental car then." Marvin walks over to the hotel room door, putting his hand on it and muttering a spell. The door glows green for a moment, which then fades. "Wards are down, so let's go. Who wants shotgun?" 

JJ whistles. 

"You had it last time!" Schneep protests. 

Alright, A-L-T can have it, then.

“Oh! Uh… s-sure!” Alt says, “I… uh got the directions after all.” He laughs nervously.

"Ah, right, that would make sense," Schneep says reluctantly. 

JJ chuckles. That's such an unusual phrase, you know. When did people start using it? 

"Well it's not really a thing over here, we all picked it up from Chase, I think," Marvin says. "Chase and his American-isms." 

"It is because in the days of Old West stagecoaches someone sitting next to the driver would have a shotgun to fend off highway robbers," Schneep says. "Chase told me." 

"Ah." Marvin nods. He opens up the hotel doorway. "Well... here we go. Hope we'll be back to pick up the rest of our stuff.”

“Oh- huh… that’s a fun fact.” Alt laughs. He follows after the others, clenching his phone tight in his pocket. He can help these guys… then find Chase and get out of here. 

They don’t have to know…

 ————— 

Bro flies for a while before a town comes into sight. It's about an average size town, with a couple tall buildings in the center but mostly a bunch of smaller ones. It's definitely night by the time they land.

Bro lands someplace out of sight and then gently helps set Chase back on his feet. “You good, dude?”

"Y-yeah." Chase stumbles a bit. "You know, I'm normally afraid of heights, but something about that was... nice." 

Bro grins, “Isn’t it? Ugh I love it! The view, the breeze!” 

Chase shakes his head. "Anyway uh... sorry, what are we doing here, again?"

Bro blinks and thinks to himself then snaps, “Oh yeah! We need to find help for your car… maybe aaaa tow or the police station?” He looks around, “…do you know what town this is?”

"Uhhhh... no." Chase shakes his head. "I've been driving randomly for a while. Hang on." He takes his backpack off and unzips the front pocket, pulling out a map. "Okay so I started there... I think I went there... or maybe there...?" He scrunches his face up as he thinks. "We're kinda isolated. So I thiiiink we're in Arcon? Or maybe Cliffwick?" He chuckles. "Weird names."

Bro laughs too, “Yeah, they are!” He looks around and whistles, “Alright! Then we should probably explore then- see what we can find!”

"Yep." Chase nods and looks around their immediate vicinity. "Uh... there's a gas station--or a petrol station, I guess--over there. And there's a couple business, I think that place is a hair salon? And a couple local restaurants. Oh hey, look, coffee place."

“Oh fuck coffee sounds so good right now…” Bro groans. “Petrol station is probably a good place to start though.”

"Yeah, probably." Chase pats his pockets. "I have some cash, so we can buy like... gas station candy bars or something." 

Bro laughs. “Hell yeah love gas station snacks!” 

Chase laughs too. "Alright, let's go." 

The inside of the station is normal enough. Very typical. There are fridges with drinks, shelves of candy and snacks, and some small commodities like phone chargers and sunglasses. There's an older man standing at the cash register. A large mirror hangs behind the checkout counter, reflecting the rest of the store.

As they walk in Bro goes up straight to the man at the register and smiles. “Hey dude! We were wondering if you knew of like… a tow service around here? My friend is stuck pretty far down the road from here.” 

"Hmm? Ah yeah, of course." The cashier gestures at a rack of papers next to the door. "There's a list of local businesses in there, you're sure to find something in there." 

"Thanks, bro," Chase says, going over to the rack and flipping through them. His eyes widen and he looks at Bro. "Ah. I was wrong. We're in some place called Leanlow." He giggles to himself. "Names are weird."

“Leanlow? Ha! That’s a fun name.” Bro grins. He then leans over Chase as he looks.

Chase flips through a booklet, scanning the list of names, until he reaches something that might help. "Ah, look. Benson's Tow and Mechanics. That'll help for at least getting the car into the town. Uh... then we got to get it checked out and fixed... probably find somewhere to stay for the night... or at least, I'll have to do that, I dunno if you'll want to stick around with me."

“If you don’t mind dude I can stick with you!” Bro grins, “you’re worried about that Anti guy, right? I can protect ya!” He looks outside at his dark it is. “Hmm… I gotta figure out where my brother is though… and it’s dark… maybe we should focus on getting a place to sleep first.”

Chase nods. "Yeah... that's fair." He pauses. "Okay. Uh... I'm gonna buy some snacks and stuff, I think. You can try calling your brother again, I guess? Or calling the tow company, whichever you want to do first." He takes out another booklet and hands it to Bro. "I think there's a list of hotels and motels in there too."

“On it, bro!” Bro gives a little salute and takes the booklet. He then digs out his phone and tries to see if he can call Alt better out here.

Chase smiles and heads off, browsing the aisles. 

Looks like Bro has service now. His phone rings... and rings... and rings... Until eventually the other end picks up. "Hello?"

Bro brightens, “Alt? You okay, bro? Where are you?”

"I'm fine," says Alt's voice. "Completely. I'm close by. Actually, I can see you right now. Look around. Can you see me?"

“What?? Really?” Bro asks with raised eyebrows. He quickly tries to look around.

The store area is empty except for him, Chase, and the cashier. Maybe Alt is outside? 

No... he can't see him. 

But then Bro glances at the mirror behind the counter. And he sees the reflection of someone who isn't in the store. A man wearing black, with blood dripping down his slit throat, eyes entirely blacked out. His hand is raised, pressing a phone to the side of his head. "T͡he͟re ̵I am̀."

Bro gasps and stumbles back, staring at the mirror with wide eyes. “W-What the fuck?! Y-You’re not Alt!” He growls and presses his phone close to his face. “Where is he?! What did you do to him?”

A static-traced giggle comes from the phone line. "Let your imagination run wild, Chase. I'm sure you'll figure it out." 

Bro goes pale, his stomach dropping. “N-No- no you-!” 

"Hey, bro, everything okay?" Chase calls over to Bro. And then he follows his line of sight towards the mirror. Instantly, he goes white as a sheet and lets out a strangled scream. The reflection turns to look at him and waves. Then, in between one blink and the next, it's gone. 

The phone line goes dead. 

Bro jumps as Chase screams and nearly drops his phone. Once the line goes dead he lowers his phone and looks at Chase with wide eyes. “…t-that’s who’s been after you right? I… I think he has my brother-!”

Chase nods slowly. "H-has him? Has him where?" 

"Hey, you lads alright?" the cashier asks, looking at the two of them in confusion and concern. 

"W-we're fine," Chase says. "Here, uh... we're sort of in a hurry. To--get the car fixed and stuff. So, uh, here." He sets his snacks down on the counter and takes some cash out of his pocket. He looks over to Bro. "Uh... do you have any idea how to find... the person we're looking for?" he asks tentatively, glancing back towards the cashier.

Bro moves out of the way so Chase can buy his stuff but he shakes his head. “I-If my phone went straight to him then… I dunno! I don’t even know if he’s in this city or not- I… I don’t know…” he looks down at the floor with wide eyes, it fully sinking in just how lost he is- with no way of finding where Alt could be.

"It's—it's going to be okay," Chase says slowly. But he doesn't look confident. "H-he's not going to be far. Since, uh... that guy was here too." His eyes flick up to the mirror. "W-we'll figure it out." 

The cashier hands him his change and snacks. Chase quickly puts the change in his pocket and the snacks in his bag. "Have a good night." 

"We, uh... Yeah, you too," Chase says hurriedly. He looks back at Bro. "C'mon. We can't... go meet him in here." Then he heads for the entrance.

Bro tries not to spiral and nods, following Chase out- sparing one last look at that mirror before hurrying out.

It's a bit colder outside. Or maybe they're just noticing now for the first time. "Okay. Uh..." Chase shakes his head. "What would he... Where would he... take someone? Why would he take someone?"

Bro shakes his head. “M-Maybe it’s because… my brother is… is also an Anti. But he’s not bad! That’s just… an old name of his.” 

Chase shudders a little. "I-I have a bad feeling about this. B-but it'll be fine! You're like--literally a superhero!" He laughs. "I-I don't think that exists in our world.

Uh... okay. Okay." He trails off, then sighs. "I... I don't know, bro. My mind's going a million miles a minute. I know I can help you with this, but I don't know how. We just... need somewhere to sit down and think, I think."

Bro holds his arms. Then he blinks at Chase in confusion, “…There’s no superheroes here?? What about Jackie? …he’s usually something like that-“ he hums in thought. Then he nods and looks back around. This all… feels very familiar and it sends a shiver down his spine. But he nods his head towards the coffee shop. “Yeah okay… let’s go talk in there.”

"Jackie?" Chase blinks, confused. "Oh, uh, yeah. Coffee shop." As they walk down the street towards it, he asks. "So... who's Jackie? A friend of yours?"

Bro blinks down in confusion at Chase, “What?! You don’t know him?? That’s… that’s so weird! Usually you guys are all… friends. Jackie, Schneep, Jj, Marvin and you!”

"Yeah, um... no, they don't sound familiar." Chase laughs a bit. "What kind of name is Schneep? That has to be a nickname or something, right?"

“…yeah it is- it’s part of his last name… you seriously don’t recognize the name, Henrik von Schneeplestein?” Bro asks, looking more and more concerned.

"Henrik? Oh, so he's like... German or something?" Chase laughs. "That explains the name. But no, I don't know him. Or any of those other names. But hey, maybe I'll meet them someday." 

Bro looks very very worried, but… last world some of them hadn’t met. Still… this feels off- 

They reach the coffee shop door and he pulls the door open. At that exact moment, with universal comedic timing, a man in a red hoodie runs at Chase from the inside and slams him with a hug. "It's you!" he shouts. "I knew I'd find you! I knew that's what they were trying to say! Oh my god, are you okay?! Oh you look terrible!" 

Bro jumps back as the hoodied man rushes at Chase. Then, he beams, looking relieved. 

"Uh--" Chase wiggles free of the hug. "S-sorry, I think--I think you have me mistaken for someone else." 

The man in the hoodie blinks. He gives a nervous laugh. "Uh...Chase, it's me! It's Jackie." Then he looks at Bro. "...wait. Huh?" He rubs his eyes. "Am I seeing double?"

“Oh hi! I’m… also Chase but not the one you know! Long story but uh-“ Bro glances between the two of them. “…maybe you’d like to join us for coffee…?”

"Yeah, of fucking course!" Jackie laughs, nodding. "I mean—it's been so fucking long since I've seen you, I was so worried." 

"Uh... sure." Chase looks really confused, but he walks over to the counter. "Let's order something." 

"Right!" Jackie nods. He glances over at Bro. "We'd better have a long talk after this." 

Bro nods to Jackie, “Course dude.” 

Then Jackie looks back to the counter. "Hi, can I get a regular latte for Jackie? That's, uh, my name." 

Chase laughs nervously. "Y-yeah, and uh... do you have Lyon's tea?" 

"We sure do," says the young woman behind the counter. "Great, give me a regular one of those."

Bro looks to the woman and smiles, “Just a black coffee for me… maybe two extra espresso shots? Think it’s gonna be a long night!” He laughs.

"Got it!" She nods. "And the names for both of you?" 

"Oh, uh... Chase," Chase says. "And uh..." He looks over at Bro, blinking in confusion. "Should we... our names are, uh..." 

“Bro is good for me,” Bro says with a smile.

"Alright!" The woman nods. "That'll be just a moment. You can sit down, but please note we will be closing in half an hour." 

Bro smiles sympathetically at the woman, “Thanks, we’ll try to be quick…”

Jackie laughs nervously. "Don't worry, this won't take too long." He looks over at Chase and Bro. "I've kinda been loitering here a while. Sam kept bothering me when I tried to leave." 

"Sam?" Chase repeats. 

Jackie blinks. "Oh come on! It's Sam! They're—" He glances around. "Let's sit down." 

There's a small sitting area in the coffee shop. Jackie starts walking over there, and after a moment, Chase joins him, still looking mildly confused.

Bro hurries after the others. His eyes widen and he blinks in surprise, “Oh! You have a Sam here too! Nice!” 

"You know Sam?" Jackie asks. "Well... you shouldn't be surprised by this, then." He leans down to the side and grabs a backpack that was leaning against the chair--clearly this is where he's been loitering. He unzips its main pocket and a green glow comes out. Peeking out is a baseball-sized floating green eye. 

"What the fuck?!" Chase shouts. 

The baristas behind the bar glance at him in confusion. 

"Sorry!" Chase calls to them.

Bro just grins wide and leans in close, “Hello new Sam! I’m Chase! Or Bro- whichever you’d like!”

Sam waves their nerve-tail at him. 

"Come on, you can't tell me you don't remember Sam, Chase!" Jackie whisper-shouts. "I mean—we were all so shocked when they appeared. We thought they were just the logo of Jack's channel!" His eyes widen. "You... you don't remember Jack either, do you?" 

Chase shakes his head. 

"H-he was your best friend," Jackie whispers. "A-and I'm your friend, too. Do you... remember any of us?"

Bro looks between the two of them with sad eyes, “….i think something happened to him…” he tells Jackie quietly. “He said… he says he was being chased by a… a weird glitchy thing. Anti… and he was just- broken down by the side of the road in his car when I found him not too long ago.”

"I knew it was Anti!" Jackie hisses. 

Chase raises his shoulders defensively. "Y-you know, too?" 

"Yes! I-I know... a lot... about him," Jackie says hesitantly. "I knew he was involved in this. Ever since the kids disappeared." 

Chase's expression softens. "The... kids?" 

"Your kids," Jackie says. "Bobby and—" 

"—Trevor," Chase finished. "I... I remember them, yeah. And their mom, Stacy. I... I know something happened to them. But I-I didn't do it." 

"Do what?" Jackie blinks. "Chase. They're fine. They're back in Mirygale." 

"...h-huh?" Chase looks very confused. "But—I—he said—a-and at IRIS—"

Bro’s eyes widen even more, then narrow in anger, “Right IRIS- those fuckers… maybe they’re behind this! Scrambling with his memories!”

"From everything I've found out about them, they'd be capable of that," Jackie mutters. "And... so would he."

 Bro grips his hands into fists, his eyes glowing slightly. 

At that moment, the barista calls out their names for their orders.

Bro  blinks and he sighs, getting up. “I’ll get the drinks.” He hurries over to the counter to pick back them up.

The barista smiles at him as he gets there. "Here you go," she says, handing them off. 

When Bro gets back to the others, Jackie is talking. "—and JJ and Marvin. It was the six of us—though, I mean, we only met JJ after Jack went into the coma, so those two don't know each other." 

"A coma?" Chase repeats, alarmed. 

"Yeah." Jackie nods. "That's a long story."

Bro sits back down and hands out the drinks- taking his own and taking a long drink before asking. “…how long has Chase been missing, Jackie?”

"Since last year," Jackie whispers. "Um... the end of May, 2018." 

Chase blinks. "Wh-what? I don't..." Shadows flicker in his eyes. He hides it by taking his tea and drinking it. "Um... if you're really me from another universe, Bro, you probably don't know what year it is here. It's July, almost August. 2019." 

"So more than a year, really," Jackie says. "We've all been... so fucking worried." He shakes his head. "I-I've been looking for you on my own for months." Then he processes what else Chase said. "Wait. Another universe?"

Bro blinks and then grins sheepishly, “Oh yeah I’m… I’m Chase Brody… so him- but from you know… another universe. One where uh- I’m a superhero.”

Jackie blinks, then grins. "No way! That's so fucking cool! What are your powers? Cause I have like—I've developed some special skills of my own with the help of Sam, but like—an actual superhero?! I'm just a vigilante with powers!" 

"When did you get powers?" Chase asks, surprised. 

Jackie looks at him, eyes wide. "So you know that they're new?" 

"I... uh..." Chase blinks. "That just... I-I don't know why I said that."

Bro blinks in between them. Then he beams, “Hey!! That’s good news!! That means something is still there!!” He then looks back at Jackie and smirks, “I uh… I can fly. That’s how I got Chase and me here actually. And I can like.. concentrate my energy to where I need it to give me super strength or speed or even like- shoot lightning from my finger!” He makes a finger gun gesture with a laugh. “What are your powers??”

Jackie giggles excitedly, flapping his hands. He glances back at the baristas and adjusts his position slightly, blocking their view of him with his back. "Watch this." He forms a fist and punches his open palm. As it hits, a ring of pale silvery-green light forms around his fist. "I got this energy stuff. I can like, shoot out beams of it, or keep it around my fists like this to make my hits stronger. I also figured out how to do the same thing with my kicks recently! And I can form a sort of full-body shield, but it doesn't last long, only a couple seconds, so I have to time it well." 

Bro’s eyes sparkle with excitement. He also stims a bit, “That’s so cool!!!” 

"It really is!" Chase nods. "Damn... I-is it magic? Is... magic real?" 

Jackie nods, the energy dissipating as he picks up his coffee cup. "Yeah. Marvin's a magician, he's really good at magic. JJ is also into witch stuff—and that's called magick, too, but it's spelled with a K at the end." 

"Wow." Chase leans back. "So I... forgot magic was a thing, then."

“Seems like it.” Bro shrugs, taking another sip. “My brother, Alt, is also a magician. He’s always telling me that his magic and my powers are the same but- I dunno… they feel different to me! Maybe if I ever like- could do magic I could see,” He laughs.

Jackie nods. "Marvin said the same thing when my powers showed up! He's like, 'it's basically just magic, isn't it?' and I was like, 'fuck no, I'm gonna be a superhero!'" He laughs, taking a sip of his latte. "Well, if you're from another world, what're you doing here?" 

"Oh yeah, I probably should've asked that earlier." Chase laughs. 

“Bro I wish I could tell you,” Bro sighs. “The thing is- me and my brother have been going from universe to universe for a couple days now… we’re trying to find all the pieces to our device that let us travel around more freely cuz it was broken. But like! Last world we found all the pieces! But the thing is… we’re also being chased down by an Anti… an Anti that wants to delete other worlds. He… he sent us here- and now… this world’s Anti might have Alt…” as he says this he squeezes his mug tight, fingers trembling a bit.

"Oh... fuck." Jackie whispers. 

"Right... you uh... did mention that," Chase says. "I-I guess the whole... flying thing... and other universe thing... kind of took a lot of my... thoughts." 

"That sounds real bad," Jackie says. "But, uh... I might be able to help you find Alt? I-if An—if he took him, then... he'll have him in his own little pocket dimension. Me and Sam... we might be able to find it? But, uh... that place has a bad effect on Sam." In the backpack, Sam flicks their nerve-tail in agreement.

Bro looks up in surprise and he looks at Jackie desperately, “R-Really? T-that’d be great! I… I dunno what this Anti would want with Alt but… if he managed to do this to Chase then…”

Chase looks down at his tea and takes another quiet sip. "Honestly, I... don't know if either of you guys are really here," he whispers. 

Jackie reaches over and grasps his shoulder. Chase looks down at it in surprise. "Well we are," he says fiercely. "And we're not going to let him fuck with your head any more. Chase, I... I'm staying at a motel nearby. You don't have to go with us to save Alt. I can take you there a-and you can stay in my room. Take a nap." He laughs. "You look like you need it." 

Chase nods slowly. "I always feed tired these days..."

Bro looks sympathetic and nods, “Yeah dude… we’re gonna help you… but you don’t need to come with me and Jackie. You should get some rest…”

"I'd like that," he says quietly. "Have a nice bed... that would be nice." 

Jackie's eyes well up with tears. "Y-yeah, I bet it will be. Let's... let's get you there, then. W-we can drink on the way."

“Yeah- yeah.” Bro gets up and tries to help Chase up. “Come on dude…”

Chase lets him help. Jackie gets to his feet and quickly zips up the backpack, putting it on his shoulder. "Come on, I'll show you guys the way. It's a short walk." 

Bro smiles and gently guides Chase after Jackie. 

[ch0kehold-ch3rry-pyth0n]

Blue and I

Blue has never been my color.

I have always favored red.

To my clothes, my fruits, my flowers,

they all had that red that stood out from any other.

Red has always been the one that caught my attention wherever I went.

I associate red with passion, The kind that burns ever so brightly.

These rubies around my neck show this self expression that I dream to hone nightly.

The red that courses through my very veins, my guts I spill when taken for granted.

The red that stains my carpets like a slaughtered pomegranate.

That sweet pigment that adorns my clothes, my heart, my eternally empty soul.

What other color could possibly bring life back to the things that all feel cold?

Blue, the color of sorrows.

Our very atmosphere,

The shade that reflects in our oceans.

I would've never bat an eye

If this pigment tried to challenge my everlasting, wholehearted notions.

When I look at you,

What an unexpected feeling I hone.

Red is nowhere close to blue,

So there he sits alone.

But the difference I see, while vibrant and true,

Somehow, solace still brings me back to you.

One would call me a kindred spirit

With a curse that's in my hair.

While red shows up in small bits,

I find that blue shows up everywhere.

What I had never been looking for before,

Now apparent even when out of my sight.

And I find fright, in new heights,

Shaken to my very core.

Blue wouldn't have approached me before,

While scared and burrowed in the sand,

I somehow find you, stubbornly seeking more.

Blue skies darken with orange and reddish hues,

As blue and I sit together at last,

I feel scared of something new.

Your blue is different from what the eye can tell,

A simmering stove top bites,

Yet we get along quite well.

You're the color of woe,

from head to toe,

Yet you're calming relief I sigh.

Tell me, what's a scorching summer

To a flame that never dies?

As I sit within the boat,

Sailing through these foggy hues,

Looking back out into the deadly waters

Brings me back to black and blues.

Blue and I aren't much different, as I consider their allure.

That’s when blue made red realize,

“I have never felt seen before.”

Oh, What a scene, to feel seen.

As blue now knows this shell of mine.

I find that, no, blue is not my color.

But purple works just fine.

~

Hi this is cringe but I said I'd post the next simp ass poem I write so here it is.

Press me on who or what this is about and I'll make your nervous system collapse via sheer fucking willpower.

[ronsenburg]

maybe alcohol will make me better at this map

[anto-pops]

WIP Whenever

Tagged by @shanaraharlyah (thank you lovie !) to share a bit of my current project which is technically chapter 5 of The Serpent's Paramour, but I'll post a sneak peak of chapter 3 instead since I'm still tweaking it here and there :))

He rolled over onto his side and propped himself up on his elbow to better meet your scrutinizing gaze, and his fingers tapped thoughtfully against the mattress. “Alright, fine. I’ll tell everyone to stay posted at the exits and quit following you if it makes you that uncomfortable. But I meant it when I told you no one under this roof will hurt you. Even if you trust nothing else out of my mouth, trust that. Have I ever lied to you?” 

“Oh, I can remember several occasions,” an accusatory finger was jabbed in his direction, trembling with barely contained rage as you took in his infuriating level headedness. “How about we start with when you lied about laying off the dark arts? Or when you stole my Herbology homework and told me that Leander had done it and I ended up cursing him out in front of the whole school? Or, wait– I know– how about the time you disappeared all day without a word to anyone, only to show up in the catacombs controlling a horde of Inferi with an ancient relic?” 

His brows drew together at the last statement, but otherwise he seemed wholly unfazed by your monologue. “Technically I never lied then, I just didn’t tell you what I was planning.” 

“That is literally the textbook definition of lying by omission, you ass!” 

Being unable to utilize your magic in such an emotional state made you twitchy, so you took to running your hands through your unkempt hair as you began pacing in front of the window yet again. Sebastian watched you curiously, taking in your agitated appearance with something strikingly like amusement twinkling in his eyes. It pissed you off that he could remain so composed in the wake of your fury, but more than anything, it confused you. He should hate you– loathe you, even. After standing back and letting him be turned over to the Ministry, there was no sensible reason for him to be anything other than cold towards you, even if he did need your help. The snarky, tolerant persona he had displayed since speaking with you the first time made no sense to you. 

Finally, Sebastian looked away, letting his head fall back against his shoulder as he set his sights on the canopy overhead. “I think I miss the old you. She was never so rude to me.” 

You decided not to mention that the ‘old you’ had been the one complacent in his arrest, “Well, I don’t. She was a coward– too afraid of hurting your feelings to tell you what a prick you were turning into.” 

Dreamily, he muttered, “You have such a way with words.” 

“Shut up.”

“You need to eat something,” he urged you again, and one of your eyes started twitching.

“I. Don’t. Care. Leave me alone, I liked you better when you were staying the hell away from me.”

[mejomonster]

I wrote 6000 words today!

[dhoklaaminoacid]

the last time i cried over a boy it was in 2021 and i didnt think it would happen again but here we are

[deus-and-the-machina]

I havent really been into the current state of the JJK manga for a while, im at the point where its ending might hold some value for me as someone who was already invested in the characters but largely aside from seeing how a few things pan out I just really really couldn't care less. 

that being said I have to thank gege for every new chapter giving us more and more good looking Gojos. the more feral and covered in blood the better, and hoo boy am I getting that.

[new-haven-psych-ward]

Kamen Rider Geats episode 35 poorly summarized via memes with as little context as possible:

[red-rover-au]

HOW ARE YOU WRITING SO FAST

BECAUSE I'M WRITING OFF THE TOP OF MY HEAD AND POSTING THE FIRST DRAFT

[m0th-gh0st]

society if wf actually leaned into its religous themes and character arcs>>>>