#so uh . here. (drops this in the tags like a sack of potatoes)

[fearowkenya]

ff7 digimon AU - yuffie's impmon

i really like it when digimon's appearances are slightly altered so they can be matchies with their partner!! more commentary under readmore

yuffie's impmon - she/her- crest of sincerity

i think impmon is a good choice for yuffie because it's got Silly Little Guy energy while also being sneaky and mischievous. this impmon in particular would pick up a lot of design cues from yuffie after they become partners: the smiley face marking is engraved onto the headband that replaces the red bandanna, and i added some shuriken-looking spikes that she can launch from her tail (they regrow fairly quickly!)

i also thought it could be fun if i gave her some racoon/tanuki traits, like weird little paws and the face-mask markings (raccoon back feet are a nightmare to draw btw). its always been really unclear to me if the situation going on on impmon's head is supposed to be horns or ears, so i chose ears because i think it's cuter. im not sure if im going to keep the leaf marking on the forehead white - i wanna try making it green or reddish purple but i feel like it wont look quite right. we'll find out next time i guess!

in terms of personality, impmon is starkly different from yuffie from an outsider's perspective - even though she's also a materia-obsessed little thief who enjoys a good Scheme, she is quiet and shy, mostly staying in the shadows and out of the way. that said, for all the timid behavior, impmon can be very angry and spiteful: she is highly mistrustful and unforgiving, prone to silently holding a grudge for an indefinite amount of time. she hates liars, but "yuffie doesnt count 'cause she sucks at lying and i can always tell".

even though impmon knows when yuffie is hiding something, any attempt to get her to talk about whats bothering her ends with yuffie just digging in her heels and refusing to budge. this is probably due to how recent their partnership is - i think they met shortly before yuffie got to junon, so impmon has no idea who sonon is or what happened in midgar. because of that, their teamwork is very inconsistent and wholly dependent on yuffie's mood - as long as sensitive subjects are avoided, impmon finds yuffie easy to be around. in fact, yuffie's impulsiveness is fun and even sort of refreshing, and it brings out a sillier, bolder, and much more outwardly confident impmon. but when yuffie is acting recklessly as a result of being in a bad state of mind, impmon freezes up and shrinks back, unsure of what to do or how to help her.

i have the exact circumstances of yuffie and impmon's first encounter mostly worked out but i dont want this post to be like six miles long so i'll stop here. might as well drop this in the main tags, though idk what to tag this as bc like. yuffie isnt really in this post ?? fuck it we ball i guess

[plaidbooks]

hi can i request a Barba x reader where the reader is a detective and they like each other, and there is a hard case that raf is getting a lot of pressure from the squad, and he is so stressed out (he does not sleep or eat) and he and the reader are in his office discussing the case and passes out in front of her from stress / exhaustion🥺

Exhaustion

A/N: Hey Anon! I’ve, uh, I’ve definitely been Rafi in this story...up for 40+ hours without eating (hurray full time job + full time student!) and it’s not fun. Make sure y’all eat, drink water, and sleep.

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You groaned inwardly as you arrived at One Hogan Place, a pile of case files under your arm, already hearing Rafael’s exhausted voice in your ears, even if he tried to hide it behind snark and quips. But the truth was, this case was taking its toll…on all of you. Even Liv was getting pissed; you had overheard her and Rafael get into one of their very rare screaming matches last time he was at the precinct. They never yelled at each other like that, but this case was just that bad.

Knocking on his office door, you let yourself in. Rafael didn’t even glance up from his desk, asking a terse, “what?”

You walked silently to his desk, depositing the case files onto the top of it. He glanced up then, his green eyes narrowing in annoyance, but his exhaustion was deep in there, too, the bags under his eyes deeper than you’d ever seen before. His recycle bin by his door was overflowing with takeout coffee cups, and three more were on his desk.

“Here’s the statements from the latest victims, along with the DNA evidence and all the other forensics found at each crime scene,” you listed off, stifling a yawn. You were currently working a double, and it was mercifully nearing the end of the day for you…at 11pm. A small part of you felt bad for Rafael having to be holed up in his office this late, too, but that was his choice; he didn’t have a Lieutenant ordering him to stay on. He could go home, go to sleep for a few hours before tomorrow.

“Hmph,” he grunted, going back to what he was working on.

You waited for a moment, long enough that he looked up at you again, quirking an eyebrow as if to ask why you were still there. “Why don’t you get some sleep, Rafael? The trial’s still a couple days away, and slaving away into the night isn’t going to help anyone. Go sleep, have a fresh set of eyes in the morning.” While all that was true, you were also just…worried about him. It felt like he was always at the courthouse, or in his office, and you wanted to make sure he was sleeping. Hell, you normally got lunch with him in the middle of trials, but during this case, he had become a recluse, rushing from office to courthouse then back again. He barely spoke to you—any of you—unless it was absolutely necessary, and you were just…worried.

Rafael glared at you, slowly putting his pen down. “I don’t need you to tell me what to do, Detective. I’m perfectly fine, and I have a job to do,” he scowled. But you could hear his tired voice, his words slurring slightly from his exhaustion.

“Wouldn’t you do it better with a clear mind?” He opened his mouth to argue, but you pressed on, “come on, Barba, even we sleep, even if it’s for an hour or two. When was the last time you slept? How long?”

“Worry about yourself,” Rafael growled, waving you off. He went to get back to work, but with his dull reactions, you snatched his pen from his fingers, and then his legal pad off his desk. The glare you got in return would kill a lesser person. “Detective, I’m not playing. Give. It. Back.”

“I’m not playing, either, counselor. You’re done for tonight.” Your eyes softened. “Don’t make me arrest you.” Rafael’s face was turning beat red from anger. “I can and will take you in, force you to sleep in the Sleeping Quarters. I’ll cuff you to the bed.” Your cheeks warmed, hearing yourself saying such suggestive words to Rafael—you liked the man, and the thought of him handcuffed to your bed had passed through your mind before.

Rafael slammed his hands down on his desk, standing quickly, and making his way around his desk towards you. But as you watched, his eyes unfocused, his feet stuttered a step, and he started going down. Gasping, you dropped his pen and pad, reaching to catch his limp body. In your haste, you slammed your hip against the corner of his desk, letting out a hiss of pain as you caught him, gently lowering him to the ground.

“Shit, fuck, Raf are you okay?” you asked, the pain in your side exploding through you. He grumbled, but was still pretty out of it. Rubbing away the pain in your hip, you braced yourself, silently thankful that you hit the gym so often as you scooped Rafael into your arms, struggling to carry him over to his couch. He was starting to stir, and you went to get him a glass of water from his cooler in the corner of his office.

“Wh-what happened?” Rafael croaked out, sounding disorientated. You came back, helping him gently into a sitting position, giving him the water to drink.

“You tell me; you stood up, then dropped like a sack of potatoes,” you explained, taking the empty glass and refilling it.

Rafael sighed, suddenly looking much older, much more exhausted than he had earlier. “Okay, so, maybe I haven’t slept in a while….”

“When was the last time you’ve eaten? Or drank something without caffeine in it?” you asked.

“What day is it?”

You gave him a pointed look, before answering in a timid voice, “Thursday.”

Rafael closed his eyes for a moment, thinking. “Last I slept was…Monday, I think. Eaten was maybe Tuesday evening? Drank something without caffeine…uh, well….”

“Rafael Barba, I am taking you home right now. You are going to eat something, and then you are going to drink water, and then you are going to sleep,” you instructed, in disbelief. How was he still functioning?

“I can’t sleep,” he admonished. “This case is too important! Those—what he did to those women…those children…” he trailed off, looking like he may cry. Tears appeared in your eyes as you thought about the details of the case before you blinked them away.

“Raf…you’re not helping anyone by passing out in your office. It’s…it’s not admitting defeat to admit that you’re human,” you said softly. He closed his eyes at your words. “Come on, these case files will be here tomorrow; you need to take of yourself so that you can take care of the victims.”

Rafael nodded softly. “Fine, alright. I’ll go home for the night…but,” he sighed, “but I’m a little afraid to stand right now.”

“Want me to get you something from the vending machine down the hall?” you asked, giving him a small smile.

“Please—just something small; I’ll eat a real meal at home,” he returned your smile. You nodded, refilling his water once before and handing it to him before heading to the vending machine. Small bag of chips in your hand, you made your way back to Rafael’s office.

“Here’s some chips for you—” you stopped talking as you noticed his eyes were closed, his head leaning back on the couch, his mouth slightly parted, soft snores coming out. You smiled at Rafael, debating if you should wake him to move him, or simply let him sleep on the couch for the night. But it wouldn’t be comfortable, and being hungry, dehydrated, and sore wouldn’t be great tomorrow morning, so you gently shook him awake. He grumbled groggily, and you forced the chips into his hands. Once he ate them, you pulled him to his feet, wrapping an arm around his waist and leading him out of his office.

“I can walk on my own,” Rafael mumbled, still half-asleep.

“And I bet you’re also okay to drive,” you replied, hitting the elevator button.

He scoffed. “No one drives in New York; there’s too much traffic.”

You chuckled, leading him from One Hogan Place to your car, shoving him into the passenger seat. You drove him to his apartment in silence, mostly because he was nodding off in his seat before jolting awake.

“Do I need to stay the night? Make sure you sleep the full night?” you asked, half-joking. You’d do it if he asked; you just wanted to make sure he was okay.

“I’m fine, Detective,” Rafael rolled his eyes dramatically. Then in a soft voice, he said, “thank you, for taking care of me. I’ll see you tomorrow at work.”

“See you tomorrow, Raf…and please eat something, okay?”

He chuckled. “I will. Promise.”

You watched him until he made it into his building, making a mental note to yourself to stuff your purse with snacks, to make sure he ate something over the next coming days. Like you said before, the trial was still a few days out, and it promised to be a bad one.

[yes-i-have-thoughts]

Day 17: Glass

RSD is hitting like a sunuvabitch so here have this No TW, though let me know if you think something should be tagged and I’ll get on it. Shawn needs glasses but has to be talked into getting a pair. Wally is very, very gay. (Feat. demiboy Wally-)

Shawn wasn't much older than Wally, despite what his appearance may tell you. Even his voice fooled people into mistaking his age-he'd told Wally at one point someone thought he was in his fifties. They could kind of understand why, Shawn generally kept his voice low unless he was stressed out or pissed off. However he's been pissed off a lot more lately. "It's these feckin' dolls," he griped to Wally during their break. "I'm fucking up more than I'm making passable ones. It doesn't help that Mister Drew keeps gettin' angry with me like that's gonna fix anything!" "Have you thought about getting glasses?" Wally suggested. "Maybe they could help with the finer details." If looks could kill, they would be dead. "So people can think I'm even older than I actually am? Not on your life." "I dunno..." Wally casually leaned back in their chair. "I think it'd look pretty swell on ya." "You say that about everythin' I wear," Shawn said in fake exasperation. "Can I help it if it's always true?" That got a smile. Wally grinned. Round one goes to them! "But seriously, Flynn." Wally reached over and took the Irishman's hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. "I don't want you to ruin your eyes for th' sake of some ol' dolls. At least wear 'em during work, then afterwards you can take 'em off and pretend they don't exist, y'know?" "I only see you during work." "All the more reason to get a pair, so you can see me." Shawn laughed at that. (Wally's heart did a backflip at the sound.) "Alright, you win! I'll get a bleedin' pair of glasses!" The sound of someone coming down the stairs into the break room made Wally suddenly realize they had work to do. Quietly apologizing to Shawn, they dropped his hand and grabbed the broom they had abandoned to resume what they were supposed to be doing in the first place-sweeping the floor. Shawn for his part got the hint and left, pausing for a moment on the stairs to watch Wally. The janitor waited until the newcomer to the room had taken a seat before sticking their tongue out at the Irishman, who rolled his eyes and left in "exasperation". The two were pretty happy for the rest of the time left in their respective shifts.

Shawn didn't return to work the next day. The day after, he avoided almost everyone. Wally had to track him down to his office on the lower levels and knocked on the wall to get his attention. "Hey potato sack?" Shawn jumped and turned around, then caught himself and pulled off the glasses first. "Ah-Franks, hey. What're you doing here?" "Put them on again." Shawn looked at the glasses in his hands. Wally leaned against the wall. He seemed to get the hint that they weren't going to leave until he put them on and gave in, albeit reluctantly. He gave the janitor a somewhat frustrated look over the rims. "There. Happy?" That was an understatement. "Flynn-" Wally glanced over their shoulder to see if anyone else was in the room before continuing. "Flynn, they look amazing. YOU look amazing!" "I look like somebody's grandfather," Shawn grumbled. "No, not at all!" "What do you think I look like, then? Tell me." "You, uh...Ya look like..." Their brain was refusing to co-operate. Seeing Shawn with glasses must have knocked a few screws loose. Shaking their head, they tried a different approach. "Ya look like someone...I'd spend th' night with. Like someone who'd let me curl up against them 'n doze off while they're reading. Who'd let me bring home prototype dolls they thought were just passable enough to give out-" "I look like myself, basically," Shawn cut them off. Wally blushed slightly and nodded. "Pr-Pretty much, yeah." Shawn raised and eyebrow and was quiet for a moment, then shook his head with a smile. "It's better than what my own mind was tellin' me." "Do you think I could wear them someday?" "No." "Come on!!"

[angrymongol01-archived]

A/N: Am reposting two of my shelved discontinued fem!Hinata fics from my old blog here (for exposure ig? Also I didn't delete them completely there, they're just posted privately lol); for those who've read the original post before and wondering why this blog repost another blog's work, supplies~!! OP here, filling this blog with some Haikyuu content from last October. Enjoy ^^;; ALSO DO NOT SEND HATE ORZ smh

My Masterlist

Prologue | 01 | Omake 01

tho it doesn't looked like an extra chapter at all smh ahaha

Omake 01

wc: 1.9k words

warning: mentions of thigh touching (and probs kidnapping but not implied), a bit of OOC-ness, a few ‘damn’ mentions.

note: indented paragraphs -> flashbacks

*NOTE: since purple/violet is unavailable via PC (using desktop beta lol), I'll use yellow for Ushijima instead.

“…ta…nata…Hinata!”

A female’s voice continued calling her from her deep slumber.

The faint smell of ammonia wafted in the air.

Eyelids slowly opened as she regained consciousness.

“Ah, thank goodness you’re awake now, Hina-chan!”

“Yachi-san?” She groggily glanced at her friend.

“I’ll tell the others she’s awake!” Suddenly, the owner of that voice earlier, Date Tech’s manager, Nametsu Mai, stood up and headed outside the door. Yachi nodded her thanks.

“W-what happened… Where am I? Is this not our—the managers’—room?” she asked.

Hinata started to sit up from where she was laying but wobbled.

Luckily, Yachi and their second-year senpai Kinoshita Hisashi helped her out and gently positioned their fellow member on one corner of the classroom-slash-makeshift sleeping area.

Her senpai sheepishly replied to Hinata, “This is Date Tech’s sleeping quarters. We were having our first practice match of the day, against them, when Sugawara-san called to inform that they’ve found you together with Shiratorizawa, and their captain carried you on—“

The decoy shivered, thinking about the restroom incident hours ago.

“—and fainted on Ushijima’s shoulder. Ma~n, Suga-san’s so furious back then Kageyama had to stop him from killing them.” Kinoshita chuckled.

“Your room’s kinda far away from where they found you, so the managers decided to drop you off here since it’s the nearest one.”

Hinata sweatdropped, a bit embarrassed.

“Ah��� thank you, and sorry for whatever inconvenience I have caused earlier…”

Yachi shook her head. “No, no, it’s fine! You’ve done nothing wrong, Hina-chan~,” she grinned at the orange-haired girl.

Smiled back also.

Then she suddenly facepalmed. “I forgot about the practice match! Is it still going yet?”

“It finished an hour ago, we lost—2-1,” a scowling Kageyama answered, trudging towards the three.

“K-k-kageyama…!!!” the female middle blocker blanched with fear, hands gripping the blanket draped on her lap, while the raven-haired setter shot a menacing glare at her, which she averted. “I’m… I’m sorry for—“

“Are you alright?” he quietly asked Hinata, his hand perched on her head.

His deep blue eyes swimming with concern and worry.

She felt a slight flush on her cheeks while meeting his gaze.

“H-hai, I’m fine!” the chibi assured Kageyama. “Nothing to worry about, Bakayama-kun~!”

And she smiled at him.

The boy suddenly became hot and turned to look away from her, hiding his flustered face with the back of his hand.

“H-hinata boke… idiot,” Kageyama stuttered, his heart thumping louder than normal.

Ahh… he sure is whipped for Hinata, that Kageyama boy, Kinoshita thought, shaking his head.

While their blonde manager only giggled.

Recovering from his blushing mess a while ago, the raven-haired setter took a deep breath, narrowed his eyes at Hinata and quipped.

“But I guess you do know that we lost in the match earlier because of your carelessness around your surroundings, right, dumbass?”

He smirked.

This pissed the female decoy and threw in some punches at Kageyama, which he constantly dodged. “Shut up, you!! I said I’m sorry, alright?!”

“No, you did not!”

“Yes, I did, Bakayama!”

There goes their ‘lovers’ quarrel’ again… hahaha…

“Hinata!” Sugawara’s sweet voice boomed inside the room as he entered together with their team’s captain Sawamura Daichi. Beside them tagged along Hinata’s friend from Date Tech, fellow middle blocker Aone Takanobu.

“Ah, Sugawara-san!” The first-year idiot duo stopped their bickering when the gray-haired setter all of a sudden hugged her.

Hc’d Suga and Hinata are chummy-chummy but in a mother/daughter sort of way.

He is, after all, Karasuno’s Sugamama.

“Honey, are you alright now? Did those Shiratorizawa bastards hurt you? Don’t lie to me!” She blinked in reply, baffled.

He might cry in an instant now—

“Oi, Suga, calm down,” Daichi said, drawing circles at the fellow third-year’s back to calm him down.

Aone then stepped closer besides Hinata and sat with his legs crossed, his eyes gazing at hers like Kageyama’s.

“Are you okay?” he asked her, his deep voice nearly startled both Hinata, Yachi and Kinoshita.

Date Tech’s one-third of the famous Iron Wall is a man of few words, and his replies were mostly grunts, hand gestures, and nods.

So it’s rare for him to speak, or ask a question, especially to a member of the opposite sex—or, in this case, at Karasuno’s Number 10. At Hinata Shouyou.

She held both hands at Aone’s now flustered cheeks, and grinned.

“I’m okay now, Aone-san! Don’t worry too much~ nn?” She tilted her head while looking at him.

C-cute… she’s cute, No-Eyebrows thought to himself. Even the other boys thought so, too.

Then he nodded.

Hinata patted his shoulders. “Good!”

Ahhh the power of friendship, feat. AoHina—

“Say, Hina-chan,” Yachi looked at the orange-haired girl. “Care to say to us why you fainted on Ushijima-san’s shoulder?”

The chibi stilled herself, cheeks starting to get a bit red. Kageyama noticed it.

“A-a-ano!! H-hinata-chan, it’s o-okay if you d-don’t have to tell us! S-sorry for asking such a foolish q-question—“

“Yachi-san, calm yourself down, too—,” the captain sweatdropped.

Looking at the people around her, Hinata slowly opened her mouth to speak.

“My thighs are kind of ticklish when being touched,” she muttered, face in an embarrassed state.

“Ha?” “Ticklish?”

“He—Ushijima-san touched the back of my thighs, but just to keep myself from falling down his shoulder!” the female middle blocker said aloud, pouting. “That’s why I… f-fainted earlier.”

Her partner remembered the face she made while being carried on Ushijima Wakatoshi’s shoulder.

“USHIJIMA-SA—hyaah! …P-please… stop—“

A vein pop ticked on the raven-haired setter’s face, his jawline twitching slightly.

Kageyama’s fists gripped hard, his face a big scowling mess.

Damn that Ushiwaka guy—

Another dark aura emitted on another corner as vein pops ticked on both Dadchi and Sugamama.

Wearing their scary faces.

Both Hinata, Yachi and Kinoshita panicked, while Aone furrowed his brows.

“Did you bring some shovels, Daichi?”

“They’re inside the bus compartment, Suga.”

“Good. We’re digging some graves for some perverted volleyball dorks to bury down later—wanna help us, Kageyama?”

———

Meanwhile, at Shiratorizawa’s side of the training camp, the members were at the sidelines, taking a break from practice when—

“ACHOO!!!” Tendou sniffled for the nth time already ever since coming back to the gym with Ushijima after the incident with Karasuno’s Number 10. “Uh, yizz…”

“Tendou-san, are you really alright?” their team’s first-year ace-in-the-making Goshiki Tsutomu asked, his face scrunched with worry. “You’re sneezing constantly.”

The redhead shook it off with a wave of his hand in reply, and smiled grimly.

“Yeah, I’m a-OK, thanks for your concern, Tsutomu-kun!”

“Oi, are you sick?” Shiratorizawa’s team mom third-year setter Semi Eita stared at his fellow third-year teammate with disgust. “If you are, please stay away from us! We don’t wanna get infected by your cold… Goshiki, don’t go near him!” “Eh? But, senpai—“

Tendou narrowed his eyes on him. “Semi-Semi, if I do have a cold, I will first go straight at ya and share my germs, duh!”

“DON’T CALL ME BY THAT STUPID NICKNAME, YOU IDIOT!” the team mom seethed, throwing a pack of tissues at the middle blocker in reply, hitting his arm.

A quarrel ensued at Shiratorizawa—

“Okay, guys, that’s enough! Save your bickering later at lunch period,” another third-year, Oohira Reon, chided and managed to stop both Tendou and Semi from tearing off their heads.

While the rest of the team just sighed and/or watched at a distance.

“Ano sa…”

Some of them turned their heads at the semi-deep voice of second-year starting setter Shirabu Kenjiro.

Idk how to describe voice ranges ‘cept high-pitch, deep blah blah sorry—

“Tendou-san, you mentioned earlier that you and Ushijima-san met Karasuno’s Number 10, right?”

“Aye~ we have!” the redhead then nudged Ushijima, who was sitting near him, on the side. “Right, Wakatoshi-kun?”

He nodded. “Un. We met Hinata Shouyou early this morning, outside the gym.”

“EHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!! You two met that cute sunshine already upon arrival!?!!” Both their libero, Yamagata Hayato, and middle blocker, Kawanishi Taichi, squawked at their captain.

Their faces looked like (‘◉⌓◉’), with Kawanishi gripping the collar of Shirabu’s shirt, shaking wildly.

“T-taichi, stop shaking me, goddammit—!” Whack!

Said second-year middle blocker started to wail in a dramatic way.

“WHYYYYYYYYYYY—!!”

Dunno how to grasp Kawanishi’s personality here tbh so stfu dejk—

“We were about to bring her here back though…” Then Ushijima’s usual stoic face darkened a bit.

“…if only those Karasuno setters didn’t show up.”

“Ah, that Kageyama guy and their vice-captain, isn’t it? Number 2?” Shirabu pointed out. “That guy’s really scary even though he has the face of an angel; their captain also.”

Oohira asked, “Wait… so you two attempted to kidnap the girl?”

“No, no, ‘kidnapping’ will only cause us trouble,” Tendou said, waving his hand in a disapproving way.

“Let’s call it ‘luring her with some sweets then put her inside a potato sack’—“

“ARE YOU A DOWNRIGHT LOLICON!?!!” Semi screamed straight at the Guess Monster’s face, pissed at his earlier statement.

Tendou vs Semi, Round 2–

“I-I heard from Date Tech’s Koganegawa-san that Hinata-chan fainted on you, Ushijima-san,” Goshiki stammered, red tinge on both his cheeks due to embarrassment, maybe? “Is that true?”

Ushiwaka nodded curtly. “Ye—“

“EHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!! SHE DID WHAAAAAAAAAAT!?!!” Both Yamagata and Kawanishi squawked again, interrupting his response.

Their faces now looked like (● ˃̶͈̀ロ˂̶͈́)੭ꠥ⁾⁾, with Kawanishi again gripping the collar of Shirabu’s shirt, shaking wildly.

“KAWANISHIIIIII!” An uppercut.

Chaos ensued inside the Shiratorizawa Academy (High School Division) Men’s Volleyball Club.

Their captain declared to himself, his olive-colored eyes shone with determination:

We will take Hinata Shouyou here, in Shiratorizawa. She should have (come here). Whatever the consequences be.

“WHAT IN THE WORLD ARE YOU SLACKING OFF, YOU NIMRODS!!! GET YOUR ASSES BACK TO PRACTICE!!!!”

“HAI!!!!”

———

How did the supposed-to-be ‘rumor’ begin? It all started when…

“Aaaarrrggghhh!! This is not right, Ryuu!”

“Huh? What d’you mean ‘not right’, Noya?”

“I want to sit next to our cute kouhai Shouyou on the bus earlier, but it’s always that bastard Kageyama who gets to sit beside her!! Hnnnnnngh—!!! He gets to touch Shouyou’s hair whenever she dozes off, or place her head on his shoulder to sleep on! Or-or maybe even take a candid shot of her sleeping cutely—dammit!!! This is frustrating!!!!!”

“Ahhh~ I know how you feel, bro! I, too, want to sit next to our precious Hinata-chan on the bus! B-but… Noya, what about Kiyoko-san?”

“Ryuu bro, our loyalty is always on our beautiful goddess Kiyoko-san—BUT SHE’S DIFFERENT FROM SHOUYOU! Our kouhai is literally the epitome of a living sunshine~! She cures our blues away! Remember that time during our match with Wakunan, when you were kind of down about Daichi-san’s injury then Shouyou suddenly hugged and peppered you with words of encouragement?”

“Oh, yeah! It calmed my senses down… and also! Remember when you came back from your suspension, and me and Hinata noticed bruises—“

idk I really need to refresh my HQ knowledge by rereading the whole manga orz—

“—on your arms? Ma~n, she freaked out and began applying those with some ointment she had in her bag. And you told me later that time Hinata’s hands were very soft even though she spiked and blocked so many balls in her lifetime? Also that expression on your face! So priceless!”

“Ahhhh~ I wanna touch Shouyou’s soft hands again longer! Not just a high five—but holding hands!”

“Me too~ Damn, I wish there’d be some kind of (rotational?) seating arrangement whenever we’re on the bus, traveling to matches and stuff…”

“Ryuu! Noya! Heya!”

“Tora! Our shitty (city) boy from Tokyo—wassup!”

“We can’t wait to play another game against you guys later! ww”

“Same here!”

“Ah, what are you guys talking about?”

“OUR PRECIOUS KOUHAI HINATA/SHOUYOU!!!”

“Eh? Shrimpy-chan? What about her?”

“It’s like this….—“

The two crows and mohawked cat walked their way inside the camp premises, talking.

Unbeknownst to them, two eagles accidentally eavesdropped on the earlier conversation.

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[six-of-woes]

The Clown and the Potato Sack ch 3

Chapter 3/?: The Reluctant Prisoner

AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/24533863

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Author’s Note: Heyy sorry this one’s a little shorter but like motivation’s been a little low lately. Promise it’ll pick up soon tho

“God, these potato sacks are really heav—SHIT!”

Cassia stifled a laugh as she watched Kade practically roll down the stairs, followed by many a loose potato. His journey to the bottom of the stairs ended with a resounding thud.

“FUCK!” Kade yelled. “I am in more PAIN than I’ve ever been in, and I was TORTURED for months by the SHADOW COURT!”

Before Cassia could retort, hearty laughter echoed throughout the dungeons. 

“Ha ha…HA! Oh gods! I haven’t laughed like that in a good long while!”

“My pain is funny you, Aerin? Wait…what am I saying, you called yourself the prince of darkness! Of course you find my pain funny!”

Cassia scampered down the stairs to find scene that only had her about 25% surprised. Kade was laying face down on the ground, surrounded by the potatoes that had fallen out of the sack during his tumble: Expected. She watched him fall. Aerin was laughing his ass of: Kind of expected. Obviously he would find the pain of other people funny, hells, even Cassia wanted to laugh—however, Aerin was showing emotion that wasn’t Brooding Bitch. 

There was one thing, though, that caught Cassia completely off guard…that being the lack of guards and magical barrier. There weren’t even any unconscious bodies laying on the ground in front of the cell. All that was there was Aerin, Kade, and potatoes.

Eventually, Aerin stopped laughing, and promptly shot Cassia a scowl.

“I see you’re still trying to “save” me,” he spat.

Cassia scoffed as she crouched down to help Kade back to his feet. “And I see that you’re still Prince Bitch.”

Kade dusted himself off. “She’s trying to save you because apparently, you’re a good kisser,” he mumbled.

“That is absolutely not the reason, Kade,” Cassia said, dropping the two sacks of potatoes on the ground, “I already told you, <em>I’m bored<em>!”

“…and horny.”

“KADE!”

Cassia picked up a soft potato and chucked it at her brother’s head, only for him to duck out of the way, letting the potato splat against the wall.

“Gods,” Aerin groaned. “For once I agree with Cassia on the fact that neither of us want to acknowledge our ehm—<em>history<em>. It was a moment of weakness for both of us that we would both rather <em>forget<em>.”

“I—yes,” Cassia muttered, pulling her sword out of its hilt. “What happened between us is something to be forgotten.”

Of course it is, Cassia. He’s evil. EVIL! He only used you to gain an ally. He could care less about what happened between us. Why is this a surprise? It shouldn’t be…but…he actually believed us when we wanted to join him. It had to have meant something, right? Wait. Why does that even matter?

Cassia shook her head and inserted the tip of her sword into the keyhole. She fiddled with it for maybe a minute or so before giving up and shaking her head.

“Godsdammit,” she groaned, resting her head against one of the bars. “Where is the barrier, anyway?”

“Blackmailed a priestess,” Kade said, picking up a loose rock and throwing it at the wall.

Cassia did a double take. “Kade, you WHAT?”

“Are you deaf?” Aerin scoffed, crossing his arms. “He blackmailed a priestess! To help break out one of Morella’s worst criminals!”

“I wouldn’t give you that much credit,” Kade joked, earning a glare from Aerin. “You were more of a minor inconvenience than anything else.”

“But—but I killed the heir to this kingdom! That’s gotta be something, right?”

Cassia shrugged as she crouched down and fiddled with the cell’s lock. “I mean, I think you did us a favor more than anything else. Not saying that you murdering your brother in cold blood was good or anything, but he was really unlikable.”

The next few minutes were spent using various items to try to pick the lock. First, Cassia’s sword. Next, one of the spikes from her gauntlet. Finally, she tried one of her arrows. It slid into the lock seamlessly. Cassia worked the arrow back and forth, until the lock eventually clicked open and the door swung open.

“Yes!” Cassia whisper-shouted, sliding the arrow back into its quiver.

“Dammit!” Aerin whisper shouted, sliding to the very back of his cell.

Cassia stood up to her full height and dropped her arms to her sides. “Oh, come on, Aerin! I thought you’d want to get out of here! See the sun for the first time in weeks, breath air that doesn’t smell like moldy nesper puke, be around other people that aren’t guards!”

Aerin turned to face the wall and rested his head on his knees. “No.”

“No? Why not?”

“Because,” he started, hugging his knees. “There’s no point in it. Even if I get reformed, I still murdered the hair to the kingdom. They’re not just going to let me go free just because I wouldn’t be inclined to do so again.”

Cassia nodded her head to the side. “That could be true…but…I’m bored.” She took a rope out of her pack. “So get up. We’re going on a quest.”

“No.”

“Yes.”

“No.”

“Yes.”

“No.”

“Yes.

“No.”

“Could you guys either shut up or make out?”

Cassia turned a deep shade of red before silently entering Aerin’s cell and tying his wrists together with the rope. She wasn’t unaware of how close she was to him as she tied the knot, but tried to ignore the sensation of his unusually cool breath on her skin.

“You know,” he started, gazing at the intricate not Cassia was tying. “You say you want to help free me, yet here you are, tying me up so I can’t escape.”

A small smirk spread across Cassia’s face as she finished tying the knot. “Well, even if I’m breaking you out, you’re still a prisoner, and we can’t have you getting away and spreading corrupt

ion everywhere.”

“You know I could still walk away from you, right?”

Cassia winked and pulled a slightly longer rope out of her pack. Without saying anything, she wrapped it around Aerin’s waste and tied it into a knot.

“There. Now I literally have you on a leash.”

Kade snickered. “Shoulda tied it around is neck. I’m sure both of you’d be into it.”

Cassia scoffed and stood back up, holding the end of the rope. “You know what I’m into, Kade, and it isn’t rope.”

A beat of awkward silence passed by before Cassia took off her cloak and wrapped it around Aerin, pulling the hood over his head.

“Alright, if you keep your head down, no one should notice you.”

In retaliation, Aerin threw his head back as if he were a horse. The hood fell back and showed his sickening grin. “You’re not very good at planning things, are you?”

“She’s really not,” Kade answered. “She had no idea how she was gonna get past the guards or the barrier to get you out.”

Cassia shrugged. “He’s right. I’m more a woman of action than hindsight.”

“One time she started a bar fight just because some guy stepped on her foot during a dance,” Kade piped. He picked up the empty potato sack and tossed it to Cassia. “Cut some holes and put this over his head, that should do the trick.“Please don’t do that,” Aerin started, shrinking into himself as Cassia placed the sack over his head. “Those bags are scratchy and I can feel my own breath and quite frankly that’s just not the experience I’m looking for when I escape prison.”

Cassia smirked and out her cloak over the potato sack. She poked two holes with her index finger nails to create eye holes. “There,” she muttered, standing back up. “Now we just have to build a dummy, and we can get out of here!”

“HEY! What’s going on?”

Cassia’s blood ran cold. She turned around to see two armored guards standing over her and Aerin.

“Uh, it’s not what it looks like?”

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AOT ~ Allies

Word Count;; 900

Genre;; Fluff, Humour

Pairing;; Connie x Sasha

Notes;; Published: 2017-07-10

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   Fear electrified Connie’s entire body. While he had done this many times before, his nerves were still a wreck as he peered from side to side. The hallway was clear. There didn't seem to be anyone awake, but it wouldn't be the first time he caught others wandering the building in the dead of night. He couldn't hear anyone within the general vicinity of the kitchen, other than the large rat behind the door he was guarding. As she had done on so many nights before (sometimes even twice in one night!), Sasha was raiding the pantry for snacks. Claiming this to be the best time of night to stock up on her supplies, she dragged her boyfriend downstairs to partake in the role of a lookout. It would be bad if Erwin or Hanji found them, but there was someone worse that lurked the hallways in the wee hours of the morning.

   “Cadet, what are you doing out at this hour?”

   “Captain Levi! Boy, am I glad you're here! So, get this. I'm down here, refilling my water jug, when I hear some people whispering. I can't be sure of who it is, but it sounds like Eren. You know how he is, always getting into trouble,” Connie’s laugh was strained as he rubbed his neck, a bead of sweat trickling down his forehead. “I'm conflicted. Should I check it out myself or wake up a senior officer? I mean, we can't just have people sneaking around and rummaging through rooms whenever they feel like it, right? But I'm just a lowly cadet! Then like a blessing in disguise, you arrived! So, uh, yeah…”

   Levi glared down at the young male. Assuming he would accept the excuse, Connie pointed a shaky finger down the hallway and murmured about how the noises were coming from the main hall. His voice was low and anxious; he hoped Levi wouldn't detect his lie. Steel-blue eyes followed his finger with a lazy tilt of the head, irritation crawling over his features as he crossed his arms. A minute passed in silence as the captain analysed the information presented to him. Returning his attention to Connie, he clicked his tongue.

   “Go back to bed. I'll handle this.”

   “Thank you, sir!”

   Connie turned on his heels and began to jog the opposite direction from Levi. He heard the captain’s retreating footsteps as he walked around the corner and proceeded off to track down Eren and whoever was tagging along with him this time. Once Connie was sure he was gone, he ran back to the kitchen. Slamming the doors open, he grabbed Sasha by the arm and tried to pull her away from the large pantry packed with miscellaneous foods. She growled, her knuckles paling as she clenched her sack of bread, cheese and apples. Her feet dragged along the ground as she fought to stay put, her hands stretching out toward the potatoes, sack still gripped between her fingers.

   “Sasha, it's me! We have to hurry up! We don't have time for this,” Connie sighed as he wrestled with the brunette. Sasha snarled at him. She reminded him of a rabid dog, teeth bared and saliva dripping from her lips. Releasing her with a startled gasp, he decided to use a new tactic. “Levi is patrolling the area and he looks pissed off. I mean, even more pissed than usual. Remember the last time he caught you in here and he said if he ever caught you in here again, he'd make you regret it?”

   At the sound of Levi's name and the reminder of his previous threat, her resistance dropped. Holding the sack back to her chest, she darted to the door before peering out. Checking that both ways were clear, she beckoned Connie to her side. They ran back to the men's quarters without any trouble. Managing to collect enough food to supply snacks for the next few weeks whilst avoiding any further contact with their small but terrifying captain, the duo called the night a success.

   The men's dorms were usually empty due to the fact that everyone in the Survey Corps was sneaky and untrustworthy. The only two still in bed were Reiner and Bertholdt. This made it the perfect place to enjoy their stolen goods in peace and quiet, away from prying eyes. Sasha sighed in content after swallowing a large piece of bread while a thin slice of cheese.

   “Ahh, nothing beats a midnight snack! Thanks for having my back out there. Levi would’ve had my head otherwise.”

   “Of course. That's what boyfriends are for,” Connie grinned, picking up one of the apples and tossing it in the air. “Eren is going to be in for it when Levi catches him, though.”

   Sasha snorted, “You better hope Titan Boy doesn't find out you snitched on him.”

   Connie’s face paled as he thought about that very possibility. There was no way that idiot would let himself get caught, surely! Even if he did, Levi wouldn't mention that he received a tip on his whereabouts. Still, the prospect gnawed at Connie. It wasn't Eren that worried him, but rather his guardian, Mikasa. She was ferocious and a force to be reckoned with. He had no doubt in his mind that she would make him pay double whatever punishment Eren underwent. He gulped, “He won't.”

   “I guess we'll find out. Don't worry, I'll never forget you. Even after Mikasa kicks your ass into oblivion, I'll look back on our time together with fondness. It was fun while it lasted,” Sasha sighed, shaking her head in mock sadness.

   “Just eat your food and head back to your room already!”

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The Neverending Story, Chapter 53

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“So what do people normally do for Halloween?” Halian asked as you poured a bag of candy in a large bowl, 

“Normally people dress up in fun costumes, go out trick or treating-” Halian hummed and you explained the strange concept of trick or treating, 

“People can throw parties, or maybe have little rituals to summon demons-”

“Or ghosts!” Beetlejuice popped up, stealing some candy he stuffed his face. 

“Or ghost yes, but we don’t need to do one. Already have a ghost here.” You kissed Beetlejuice stuffed cheek and Halian cringed, 

“Anything else?” Halian asked and you nodded, 

“Oh yeah, some people just stay indoors and watch movies. Specifically horror movies, but some like cute horror movies like uh..” You didn’t have one in mind, 

“Like the nightmare before christmas!” Beetlejuice said, drool dripped out and you wiped his mouth with a napkin. 

“Never seen it.” You said and Halian nodded in agreement, Beetlejuice dramatically gasped. 

“Yeah, that’s about to change.” Beetlejuice snapped his fingers and suddenly the microwave started to pop some popcorn and the TV turned on to show the menu screen for the said movie. You shake your head as Halian gasps, 

“Is it any good?” you asked as the popcorn finished, taking it out you poured the popcorn in another large bowl. Beetlejuice nodded and wrapped his arms around your waist, 

“I was thinking maybe we could dress up, I’m sure the kid would love it too.” Beetlejuice said, following you into the living room as the movie started to play. 

“We’ll see after this movie,” You tossed a kernel his way and he caught it in his mouth. 

The movie started and Halian watched in amazement from the opening scene. Beetlejuice hummed the songs in your ear and you leaned onto his chest, the movie played throughout but Halian fell asleep in your lap halfway. You laughed from his sleeping form and picked him up, 

“Yea, he’ll wanna dress up tomorrow.” you said quietly as you set Halian down on his bed, covering him up you smiled as Beetlejuice silently cheered. 

“I’ve gotta get started on the costumes!” He said as you closed the bedroom door, you wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed his cheek. 

“Can I be oogie boogie?” you asked and Beetlejuice nodded, pulling you in for a deep kiss. 

“Oh definitely, you’re gonna be so hot.” He said and quickly rushed out to work on the costumes. You chuckled and readied yourself for bed, excited for tomorrow. 

A crow cawed on your window sill and you blinked awake, 

“Good morning, Poe.” You said and the crow flew off, leaving you alone. 

Footsteps were heard rushing towards your bedroom and you smiled, the door slammed open to show Halian in a white hoodie, his hood was a replica of the ghost dog Zero from the Nightmare Before Christmas. 

“It’s Halloween!” Halian cheered and you laughed, 

“You look great!” You said and pulled him in for a bear hug, Halian laughed. 

“You’re costume is done, it’s downstairs come on!” Halian dragged you downstairs and you laughed from his excitement. Reaching the living room your mouth dropped when you see the backside of Beetlejuice in an almost replica of Jack Skellington suit, of course it has a few tears and bugs crawling from the sleeves. 

“Finally you’re awake! Come on, it’s ready!” Beetlejucie directed the the mannequin covered in a sheet, 

“What? Am I going as a ghost?” You joked and Beetlejuice shook his head, 

“Nope but you’d be a sexy ghost,” he winked and you laughed, Halian sat on the couch. 

“Drum roll, please.” Beetlejuice said and Halian used his hands to beat on the table, you rolled your eyes as Beetlejuice dragged out the show. Then he snatched the sheet off the mannequin and your eyes widened. 

On the mannequin was a material from possibly a potato sack, the hood had fake centipedes crawling on it and the long sleeves covered the mannequins fingers, the material fell down the legs as stitched shorts and under it was black tight pants. The shoes were like funny elf shoes but terrible stitched, still you smiled at the attire. 

“Did you make this?” You asked and Beetlejuice nodded, 

“I may not be the best at sewing but it fits, come on now, try it on!” He tore it off the mannequin and threw the outfit towards you, you caught it with a smile and left to change. 

Surprisingly the material wasn’t itchy on the inside, he covered the inside in a soft cloth. The pants while they were mainly covered by the costume did fit tightly, you didn’t see any reason to complain because of how hard Beetlejuice worked on the costume. 

Walking back downstairs you heard Beetlejuice wolf whistle and you rolled your eyes again, 

“If I knew you’d look that great then I wouldn’t have made ya put on anything at all,” Beetlejuice winked and you slapped his shoulder, 

“Shut up,” You kissed his cheek, 

“So now what?” You asked as Beetlejuice wrapped an arm around you waist, 

“I’m thinking, we go out on the town.” Beetlejuice answered and you hummed, looking over at Halian who was digging through the candy bowl. 

“Ah why not, let's go!” You cheered. 

The baker set out his trays of pies with edible insects peeking out of them, while the cobbler was dressed as a clown. The bar had a snake theme and selling shots of snake wine, where they got the idea you weren’t sure but you had a guess. Beetlejuice chuckled as he watched a person gag from the wine that had edible snakes inside, Halian munched on a pie slice but cringed as he spat out the centipede. 

The wet centipede scurried away and you cringed, handing your pie over to Beetlejuice who gladly scarfed it down. 

“Next time you go out on the town, at least give me a heads up.” You said and Beetlejuice nodded with his cheeks stuffed. You three walked the village, letting Halian knock on doors and ask for candy. With each compliment you and Beetlejuice got on your costumes, Beetlejuice ego was fed.

Beetlejuice gently grabbed your hand, after he wiped it clean on his suit, 

“I wanna show you something,” He said and you rose a brow as he led you out of the village and down an empty grass path. Halian disappeared in the grass and you went to speak but Beetlejuice stuffed a lollipop in your mouth, 

“Kid’s fine, trust me.” He said and you stayed quiet. The village disappeared from behind you  and on the horizon you see lights flickering. 

In front of you was a rotting arch, covered in striped vines. On different sides of the arch was Lydia and Halian. 

You walked towards the arch with a smile, Lydia was holding a bouquet of monochrome roses, she walked up to you and handed you the bouquet. You took it, confused but happy to have them, Halian then took her spot. 

“What is all this?” you asked and Halian pointed behind you, Beetlejuice coughed and you turned to face him. 

Your eyes widened and the lollipop fell from your mouth, 

Beetlejuice stood on one knee, a soft smile on his face as he held a striped ring towards you. 

“Babes..I.”

“Hell yes!” You screamed and tackled Beetlejuice in an unforgiving hug, knocking him down on the ground. Beetlejuice cheers from the ground as you kiss his face all over. The two guests cheers and suddenly Beetlejuice lifts you up, kissing you deeply. 

“I love you so much, Beetlejuice.” 

“I love you too, (Y/N).”

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unfinished fic meme

I got tagged by @kimium in a writing meme!

“Rules: post your favorite parts of 3-5 fics that have been sitting abandoned in your drafts for ages. (for extra shame, throw in when you last worked on each thing.) tag 5 other writers to reflect on their life choices.”

I don’t think I have anyone else to tag, lol. So if you want to participate, just say I tagged you!

Most of my unfinished work here are things I haven’t looked at in a long, long time. I don’t even recall where I intended for some of them to go. Here are some brief previews of that unfinished work (under the cut because they’re long):

1. The one where I basically wanted to write that scene from Finding Nemo except with Leo and Odin instead (blood tw)

Leo’s heart stopped. He froze.

Odin.

Leo only had a split-second to register the sight before him, but that was unmistakably Odin, slung over the ruffian’s shoulder like a sack of potatoes, horribly limp. Parts of his blond hair had been dyed shockingly red with blood, and though Leo couldn’t see his face, Odin looked awfully pale. Fat drops of crimson dripped from Odin’s hair to the floor, trailing behind him.

Dead, Leo thought before anything else. He’d dead.

He didn’t know that, not for sure, but Leo was already raising his arm again on instinct. He yelled something intelligible as he fired off the shot, some words he didn’t even recognize himself, too focused on the sudden overwhelming flood of grief and anger in his chest for self-awareness.

At the sound of his voice, Odin’s head jerked up, his eyes wide. In that same moment, Leo fire his spell.

Shocked, Leo froze.

Odin did not.

With the element of surprise apparently on his side as well, Odin twisted out of his captor’s grasp, landing flat on the floor just before Leo’s spell made contact with the ruffian’s back. With a strangled cry, the ruffian hit the floor and didn’t get up. Odin pushed himself to all fours, surprised written all over his features.

“My lord!” Odin cried, sitting up. “I hadn’t expected you so soon! It must be fate’s will that we have crossed paths like this. Are you all right?”

Leo’s mouth opened and closed like a fish. Blood sluggishly trickled from a thin cut on Odin’s forehead. There was a bruise on his cheek and another just above his eyebrow. He looked dirty and worse for wear, but unmistakably, he was alive. His wounds were much more superficial than Leo had initially registered.

Still, Leo’s hands shook. He breathed in and steadied himself.

“Lord Leo?” Odin said, a little more hesitantly.

Instinctively, Leo said, “I’m fine.” He looked at Odin, who was still very much alive. “Are you all right? Can you fight?”

“Of course!” Odin was all energy and focus, same as always. He leaped to his feet and barely wobbled. “I was merely looking for a proper opportunity before I staged my surprise attack! It seems you took care of that before me though.” He flashed a smile. “As expected of my lord.”

Leo barely resisted the urge to sigh.

(Notes: I wrote 3K of this like a year ago and could probably finish it with a handful of paragraphs. I just didn’t love it, I guess. There was something about it that made me not finish. Maybe the tone or the plot not feeling as strong as I wanted it to be? I’m not sure. I still really like the concept though, lol.)

2. The Modern Trio travel between Nohr and Ylisse via water all the time (like Inuyasha) and Inigo and Owain have a fight about going out and acting their age sometimes (maybe have shown some of this before?) (alcohol/getting drunk mention)

(snippet 1)

“You just want to go out without me,” Inigo said tearfully. “You even got Severa to go with you! You both lied to me!”

Owain bit the inside of his cheek. “Sometimes we don’t want to have to play rock-paper-scissors over who has to take your drunk self home that night.”

“Excuse me,” Inigo squawked, indignant. “I don’t get drunk every time.”

“You do,” Owain told him matter-of-factly. “And that’s fine. Have fun. But you get smashed, and then one of us has to take you home and…”

He felt his face grow warm.

“Oh, I saw,” Inigo said knowingly. “Sometimes you want other people to take you home.”

Owain looked determinedly toward the castle. They were crossing the bridge.

When Owain didn’t say anything else, Inigo said, “I’m not a child, you know. Even if I’m a bit tipsy, you don’t have to fight over who takes me home. You don’t have to take me home at all. I’m an adult.”

For all of Inigo’s whining all afternoon, this was the first time he’d sounded truly serious. He might have meant his complaints before, but he clearly meant this way more.

Owain’s frown deepened. They neared the end of the bridge. The two guards stationed at the castle gate nodded solemnly at their approach, and Owain and Inigo nodded back. They didn’t speak again until they passed the gate.

“You are an adult,” Owain agreed. “But I would feel like a bad friend if I didn’t make sure you got home safe, especially when I know that if we go out, you’re going to get drunk—"

“Not every time!”

“It is every time, and sometimes—”

“You make me sound like the worst version of myself.”

“It’s not bad! It can just be—”

Inigo scoffed.

Owain spotted a flash of blond hair in the distance. He got ready.

After a beat, Inigo started, “Am I really—”

But Owain was already jumping into action. He pointed the other way.

“Ah!” he said loudly. “Lord Xander! I didn’t see you there!”

Inigo instantly straightened and looked around wildly. Owain booked it in the other direction.

(snippet 2)

“So,” Niles said, suddenly slinking out from around the corner like a cat, “men who look like they could snap you over their knees are ‘the dream,’ are they?”

For the second time that day, Owain choked on air. Under Niles’s even gaze, Owain cursed Inigo’s big mouth and recovered as quickly as he could. It was a bit of a struggle.

“An eavesdropper, eh?” he hedged. He tried to gauge Niles’s reaction, but he was a hard man to read. “You didn’t have anything else to do but listen in on private conversations then, I see.”

“Given the volume with which Inigo likes to shout from the rooftops,” Niles said, “I wouldn’t particularly call it eavesdropping.”

(This one I like the concept for but I guess didn’t finish because it’s a version of the Trio I don’t think I’ve ever written before. Or at least rarely dabble into outside of the privacy of my own head/a close friend. I don’t like going out or getting drunk or anything, but a lot of people my age do and I kind of wanted to show that side of modern life where you go to clubs and maybe have a casual hookup sometimes. I often write the Trio as people who don’t have many (or any) romantic relationships before meeting Whoever I Ship Them With In X Fic, but part of me wants to change that default sometimes. I do think about modern Odin who has no problem meeting dudes in bars and having a brief fling or doing other, wilder stuff that his friends (especially in Nohr) maybe don’t always know about. I thought it would be a neat exercise, and I still think about it. The Modern Trio having their own lives that the Nohrians aren’t privy to and are maybe curious/romantically jealous over when they find out? Also I like the idea of characters having “types” (just like real life people do sometimes) and other characters who are romantically interested in them do hear about it (as seen above, lol.). This fic was leaning to be leo/odin/niles or at least niles/odin, I think. It’s been on my computer for at least 5 months. I just really like this concept in general but I guess I’m a little embarrassed because it’s so different from what I normally write. Maybe I’ll go back to it, one way or another, someday? Also Inigo and Odin do make up, yes.)

3. The college AU Severa/Owain fic where Severa propositions Owain about getting it on (Nothing actually happens, it’s all talking)

“I can get your character sheet drawn up in no time,” Owain continued. “In fact, I think I have some extras—"

“We should have sex,” Severa said.

Owain, suddenly red-faced and wide-eyed, choked on his never-ending list of nerdy suggestions about why he thought Severa had appeared outside his window. He looked at her in disbelief. Severa took the opportunity to roughly shove Owain’s upper body back through the window and crawled in after him.

He stumbled back, too surprised to protest, and Severa fell to the floor in an ungraceful heap. She plucked a leaf from her hair with a pout, grateful to finally be on solid ground again and hoping Owain’s mother hadn’t noticed Severa sitting in the tree outside her son’s room for the past several minutes.

“Uh, I don’t,” Owain stuttered as Severa climbed to her feet. “I mean, you—”

“Seriously?” Severa said, cocking her hip in a way she hoped was sexy.

What was she talking about? She was definitely sexy, childishly climbing trees or not. So what if she’d been too embarrassed to knock on Owain’s front door and risk the chance of one of his parents answering when Severa had come with a request like this? Nobody else knew that.

She continued, “That’s all you have to say?”

Owain sputtered out several more unintelligible phrases until he finally said, “You don’t… feel obligated or something, right?”

The tips of his ears were very, very red.  

Severa crossed her arms, scowling. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Nothing!” Owain held up his hands defensively, looking like he was regretting his words already. “I just meant—You don’t. Like. This isn’t a peer pressure thing, right?”

“What are we, fifteen?”

Owain stared. Severa’s scowl deepened.

“No,” she said. “It’s not a ‘peer-pressure’ thing or whatever.”

She used air quotes.

“Okay,” Owain said slowly. “Then… why do you want to…”

He couldn’t even say the words have sex. Severa was suddenly very doubtful she had come to the right person at all. But who else was she supposed to go to about this? Lucina? Kjelle? Inigo?

Absolutely not. Owain would have to do.

He’d always put up with her enough that she’d thought… Well, maybe he wouldn’t say no outright.

Not that things were off to a great start already.

Feigning indifference, Severa shrugged and looked at the wall beside Owain’s head. “Do I need a reason?”

“Yes,” Owain said bluntly. His hands were still raised. As though just realizing this, they fell to his side.

Severa couldn’t help but make a face. She didn’t want to explain herself. She didn’t want to say anything about what she was thinking or why she wanted to have sex, as sudden as it must have seemed to Owain. But she knew it wouldn’t have exactly have been fair of her to ask without him at least knowing something.

Because the thing of it was—

Embarrassing, she mentally chided herself with a grimace.

The thing of it was that at twenty-one years old, Severa was still a virgin.

There was nothing wrong with being a virgin. Severa knew that. Logically, she knew that.

But it was hard to convince herself that it was true.

(This one is also a modern au exploring a lot of pressures that young adults might feel when comparing their own experiences to people around them.Severa goes on to explain a lot of her reasoning to the reader about why she’s propositioning Owain, but it was getting really long so I didn’t include that here. Mostly it was about controlling the experience of your first time and when you want to have it. I never got to the actual sex part, lol. It would definitely be awkward and slow if I did. Purposely, of course. Also Severa has always lowkey liked Owain like that.)

4. The AU where royals and their retainers have a telepathic link

Niles stands at his side, impassive as any proper retainer should be at public events, and Leo does his best to appear the same when Odin’s voice rings through his mind, laughing and giddy with the exhilaration of a fight.

That was so cool! That explosion was like BOOM! And that fire! Like pfft! I wish somebody else was around to see that. Oh well, I can describe it for everyone later.

Odin’s inner voice never sounds the same as his speaking voice. Not unless he knows Leo is listening and wants to put on a show. Odin’s inner voice lacks the extravagant dressings he layers upon his words aloud. Occasionally, Odin still narrates in his mind, still writes long novels with every adjective and made up noun under the sun. But more often than not Leo finds Odin’s inner voice to be much freer and more easily understandable than he would have first expected before he’d experienced Odin’s thoughts firsthand.  

Odin, Leo projects, pretending he is paying more attention to Xander’s speech than he really is. Some of us are trying to focus on our own missions.

Not that attending a meeting is a mission, per say, but it’s an important duty nonetheless. It gets the point across, anyway.

Oops! Odin accidentally projects more than Niles ever did, even after having years to get used to it. Now that he knows Leo can hear him, Odin makes it a point to use his narrative speech instead. My sincerest apologies, my lord! I’m afraid I was overcome for a moment, my mental barrier weakened through some villain’s curse. But fret not! My mental shield—

Odin, Leo projects, aiming for serious and fearing his true feelings may betray him. He knows there is no curse or attack, though there may have been minutes ago. Odin is simply too excited and eager to share, just as he always is. Leo is trying very hard not to be distracted right now, but it’s difficult when Odin’s bluff and bravado are still somehow more interesting than running the same tactical drills Leo has run a hundred times over already, necessary as they may be.

Leo also knows Niles should be hearing their exchange as well. Niles’ face betrays nothing. If Leo didn’t know any better, he could have mistaken Nile’s tiny exhale of breath as one not so amused at all. But Leo always knows.

(Note: I’d definitely rewrite this now if I ever started it again, but the core concept is still a little neat, I think.)

I have a few other fics, but they’re not that old just yet. These are all about 6 months or more old. Maybe one day I’ll finish them? Or at least use their core concepts again, lol. I hope you enjoyed these snippets anyway! 

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The Price of Kindness

This is my submission to @withstarryeyes‘s writing challenge. Congrats on 300, babe! 💕

Prompt: “That is way too expensive!”

Characters: Steve Rogers, Avenger!reader, Sam Wilson

Word count: 1.5k 

Warnings: Mentions of PTSD and war, veteran coping, but happy ending? 

A/N: This took a waaaaay different turn than I intended when I first started writing, but here it is. I’m not sure how I feel about this one because of the turn but feedback would be lovely! 

ps: I’m going to link the Veteran’s Support Foundation donation link here if anyone wants to donate. I think the work they do is very important. And of course, a thank you to all the men and women that serve/have served. 

pps: thank you to @jaamesbbarnes for giving this a read ahead of time and giving me feedback! I have hella love for you, babe! 

Walking through the automatic doors of the grocery store, a blast of cold air hits you, making a shiver run down your spine. As you’re about to go grab a cart, you see the super soldier beside you freeze in place from the corner of your eye. Looking over to him, you can’t help but smile at his expression. 

His eyes are wide, mouth slightly parted as he takes in the expanse of shelves before him. The view was so surreal to him that for a moment he just stood there. 

“You alright, Cap?” You ask him, right before he stumbles forward as Sam runs into the motionless man in front of him. 

“Sorry. Just never seen so much food in one place before”, Steve mumbles and give him a small smile before grabbing his hand so he wouldn’t continue to block the doorway. “There’s enough food here to feed a small village.” 

A sympathetic frown makes its way onto your face, though you try to hide it. You can’t help but feel sadness for the super soldier. He was so young when he enlisted for war, still a kid. He had fought battle after battle as Captain America, but no one bothered to think about Steve Rogers, the kid that never got to grow up normally. From missing so much time of his life to having practically been shoved into the future and having to cope with the loss of his past and readjust-- it made your heart ache for him. You had certainly tried to help Steve whenever you could, and though his amazement at advancements was endearing, you couldn’t help but feel for the man. 

Shaking your head slightly to clear your mind, you rip the grocery list in two and hand half of it off to Sam as he comes back with two carts. You part ways with him as Steve trails along behind you, still looking around with an awestruck look on his face. 

You had been sentenced to grocery duty after drinking the last of Tony’s chocolate milk. In your defense, you hadn’t known it was his, it hadn’t been labelled or anything. It had simply been in the shared kitchen’s fridge. How were you supposed to know it was his?

Steve had volunteered to come along, knowing how extensive the Avengers’ grocery list was. With such highly intensive lifestyles, the amount of food that passed through the compound put buffets and restaurants to shame. He also had just wanted to see what modern day grocery stores were like since he hadn’t been in once since the 40s. 

Sam had owed you a favor which you decided to call in, but not without some grumbling on his end. It was no unknown fact that it took way too many trips to carry in all the groceries. 

“Alright. First thing’s first, we need milk. Birdboy drinks so much milk we should just get him a cow,” you grumble as you walk beside the cart that Steve is now pushing. It wasn’t uncommon to see Sam walking around the compound drinking out of a 4 litre jug of milk casually. The worst part was that he went through multiple jugs a day. Was it possible to die from calcium overdose? 

As you picked up a jug of milk an incredulous “WHAT?!” sounded from beside you, effectively startling you as you drop the jug back into place. 

“WHY IS MILK MORE THAN FOUR DOLLARS?!” Steve exclaims as a few people around you begin turning their heads your way. You duck your head, a little embarrassed by the scene the super soldier was causing, but can’t help but find the whole ordeal to be quite funny. 

“Inflation,” you giggle, taking the jug he held in his hands and placing it into the cart. 

“But—But it was only 10 cents back in my day! That is way too expensive! How the hell do people afford to live these days?!" He asks, brows still furrowed. 

“No idea, Stevie, I guess it’s a good thing Stark is rich” you say, piling in five more jugs into the cart before practically dragging Steve from where he stood, still ogling at the price. 

The two of you continued along, with Steve occasionally exclaiming things such as, “what do you mean a sack of potatoes is almost five dollars?! They were only fourteen cents back in the day! Fourteen CENTS, Y/N!!” and, “why is a carton of eggs five dollars now?! Are they breeding super-chickens now?? Will these eggs cure people of diseases? They have no right being so expensive!!” 

However, despite all the comments, you still caught Steve sneaking a few things onto the cart. Mostly sugary snacks. The man had a major sweet tooth quite possibly due to growing up during a time where sugar was scarce, so he just couldn’t get enough of it now. 

“Hey Steve, you think we could use your senior citizen’s discount?” Sam asks after you guys have met up again. The joke earns him a snort from you as you try to cover up your laughter. Steve however, looks displeased, shaking his head at the both of you. 

After checking out your groceries and stuffing the back of the car with everything that was bought, you made your way back to the compound. 

“Stop the car.” Steve says suddenly, barely waiting for Sam to pull the car up to the curb before he’s getting out already. You hear the trunk open and turn around, looking at the super soldier confusedly as he rummages through the groceries in the back. However, your heart soon swells at the sight of Steve carrying an armload of food towards a homeless man sitting against a building a few feet away. 

You couldn’t help but let a smile make its way onto your face as you see Steve kneel down and begin talking to the man. He wasn’t in uniform in front of cameras or speaking at a public event; this was all Steve Rogers, the man with a golden heart. He wasn’t just an act or a face to the values that Captain America symbolized, he fulfilled them. Steve Rogers really was the kind, loyal, and giving man that the suit was meant for. No charades, or facades, or acts, it was all him. 

You reach for the door handle and get out of the car too, emptying a bag out and replacing its contents with non-perishable foods for the man as Sam does the same after parking the car. Walking up beside Steve, he’s already in deep conversation with the man. 

“Thank you, God bless your souls” the man says as you and Sam hand him the bags of food. 

“Y/N, Sam, this is Frank, he’s a veteran” Steve says, sadness tinging his tone. You knew that this hit home for him and Sam. Since he had known about suffering war veterans, Steve had volunteered countless hours to give talks and offer support. Sam also routinely donated to Veteran’s Aid support groups as well. 

“It’s nice to meet you, Frank” you say to him, offering him a kind smile. 

“It’s nice to meet you too, ma’am. Not many pretty dames stop by to chat with a fella like me anymore. Think I’m finally beginning to accept that I’m not as handsome lookin’ as I was a few years ago” he says, and you can’t help but smile. It was clear that despite his conditions, he had not lost his humor and charm. 

Sam’s phone began to ring and he walked off as you and Steve continued to talk to Frank. He had grown up in Manhattan, enlisting at the age of 21. After he had served, he was no longer able to locate his family and his PTSD prevented him from being able to hold a steady job. Your heart broke for this man. It just wasn’t fair that he had risked his life for his country and received a life on the streets in return. 

“We’ve gotta go,” Sam says frowning, as he walks back over. “Mission briefing from Fury himself.”

Steve and you nod as Sam reaches into his wallet, pulling out the remaining money he had and handing it to Frank with a nod. 

“I’m going to make a call to a VVA Service Officer friend of mine,” Steve says, taking out a pen and the small sketch pad he kept in his jacket pocket. “This is his address and phone number. You can even head on over now if you’d like. He’s just a couple blocks from here. I’ll let him know to expect you, okay?” He says, ripping out the sheet of paper and handing it to the man. 

Frank nods, a smile on his face now. “Thank you, guys.” He says as you give him one final smile. The whole encounter had truly humbled you, making you realize just how good you had it. 

Your mind wanders to Steve and you realize that maybe there were other reasons that had made Steve relate to Frank. Steve too had gone to war and came back to having almost everything stripped from him. From his family, to his previous life, and even certain emotions he was allowed to show. You really hoped Steve’s VVA friend could help Frank find some peace, and even more so, you hoped that Steve could find some peace as well. It was sad that the world could take advantage of such a kind soul and continue to batter it for so long. 

It was silent on the rest of the way home, each person lost in their own thoughts. 

“So uh, I’d say your first trip to the grocery store was a success, huh Cap?” you say as the three of you pull up into the garage of the tower, trying to ease the mood. 

“Yeah,” he replies, “The prices of food may have grown, but it’d be willing to pay just about anything in the name of kindness.”

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Dreams Do Come True

Word Count: 1438

Warnings: fluffly fluff

A/N: here’s the sequel to Nightmare or Reality. This part is short but the next one will be longer.

“Freya Abree Ford” she whispered to herself as she sat up and looked over at a still sleeping Abraham, “I like the sound of that.“ 

“Freya stop beating up daddy and come eat your lunch.” Y/N called to her toddler from the kitchen as she walked to the dinning room.

just as Y/N placed the plate on her daughter’s high chair, she heard a loud thud followed by tiny giggles.

 "What just happened?“ She called to the playroom from the dinning room.

 Instead of a response, Y/N heard little feet pitter pattering on the hardwood floor heading towards her.

 In came Freya, a giant grin plastered on her tiny face and Y/N couldn’t help but laugh.

 Freya ran right to Y/N and hugged her legs. “Hey baby girl. What happened?” She asked, patting her two year olds head.

 "Mama I won, I won. I beat daddy!!“ She screamed and Y/N wondered what she meant.

 Y/N picked up Freya to put her in her highchair. "Baby, where’s daddy.” She asked with a confused look on her face while placing Freya in her chair

 "I won mama!“ She replied and starting shoving food in her mouth.

 Y/N looked down the hall towards the playroom. "Freya, one piece at a time please. I’m going to go find daddy.”

 "Kay mama.“ Freya replied through a mouth full of food.

 Y/N walked down the hall towards the play room, "Abe where did you go?” She called out. When she reached the door Y/N heard a loud groan.

 She walked in and saw Abe lying in the middle of the floor in the fetal position.

 "Babe, what are you doing on the floor?“ Y/N asked confused. Abe turned his head toward Y/N and winced. "Our daughter has great aim.” He replied through gritted teeth.

 Y/N raised her eyebrows, “what do you mean she has good- oh my gosh no she didn’t!” She laughed.

 Abe gave Y/N a painful look, “it’s not funny, it hurts.” He groaned.

 Y/N covered her mouth with her hand, “I’m sorry babe. Well at least we already have one kid.” She replied as she walked towards him. “Were you standing up when she hit you?” Y/N asked, reaching down to help Abe up off the floor.

 Abe winced as he stood up. “Yeah I was standing up, then she hit me and I fell down like a sack of potatoes.”

 "So that’s what the thud was.“ Y/N giggled and Abe gave her a dirty look. "I’m sorry babe, but how did she even reach that high to get you?” She asked as she pulled Abe into a hug.

 "I think I need to thank Aunt Michonne for the practice katana she got Freya for her second birthday.“ He chuckled.

 Y/N looked on the playroom floor and saw the culprit laying there, close to where Abe was laying, and laughed.

 "Maybe Michonne should make you one for your next birthday so you can defend yourself.” Y/N told Abraham as they walked hand and hand down the hallway and into the dinning room.

 Y/N was starting to clean Freya’s face from lunch when someone knocked on the door.

 "Ill get it.“ Abe called from the kitchen, kissing the top of Y/N’s head as he walked by to answer the door.

 "Auntie Maggie!” Freya screamed as soon as Abe opened the door, trying to wrestle her way out of her highchair.

 Y/N laughed, “hold on baby, hold on.” She told her daughter as she lifted her out of her chair and placed her on the floor.

 As soon as Freya’s little feet touched the floor she took off running and landed into Maggie’s waiting open arms.

 "Hey munchkin,“ Maggie greeted her, scooping Freya up off the ground and snuggling her. "What are you up to today?”

 Y/M laughed and looked at Abe. “Well, little Miss Freya thought it would be nice to hit daddy with the katana Michonne got her.”

 Abe winced thinking about it and walked over to close the front door.

 Y/N walked over to meet Abe in the living room and hugged his side. “I think I need to talk to Michonne about getting one for Abe’s next birthday.” She winked at Abe as hugged her back.

 "I think it’s getting close to someone’s nap time.“ Maggie whispered to Freya while she buried her face into Maggie’s shoulder.

 "Not sleepy auntie Maggie,” Freya told her hiding a yawn.

 Maggie laughed, “I don’t think you are either but what if I read you a book?”

 Freya’s eyes lit up and Maggie started walking towards the stairs to bring Freya to her room.

 "Book book!“ Freya yelled as she and Maggie headed for her room.

20 minutes later, Maggie tip toed down the stairs to find Y/N asleep on Abe’s shoulder.

 "Is it her nap time too?” Maggie asked confused, reaching the bottom step.

 Abe chuckled then looked down to make sure he didn’t wake Y/N up. “She’s been really tired lately, I don’t think she’s sleeping too much at night.”

 Maggie nodded. “Well Freya is knocked out, we made it through Green Eggs and Ham and 5 more pages in Peter Pan.”

 "She loves Peter Pan like her mama.“ Abe smiled. "Hey, do you mind keeping an eye on Freya while Y/N sleeps? Rick wants to have a meeting about something.” He asked, trying to move Y/N slowly off of him so he could get up.

“Yeah, sure. I think Glenn is going to the meeting too so I have nothing to do.” She said leaning in the doorway of the dining room.

 Abe took the blanket from the back of the couch and placed it over Y/N. “Thank you. It shouldn’t take too long.” He said before walking out the door.

Y/N woke up to the sound of water running in the kitchen. She sat up slowly and stretched before getting up and following the sound into the kitchen.

 "Did you seriously come over just to do my dishes?“ Y/N asked Maggie before letting out a big yawn.

 Maggie laughed and shut off the water. "Abe asked me to keep an eye on Freya so you could sleep. He said you weren’t sleeping enough, are you okay?” She asked raising her eyebrow.

 Y/N blinked dramatically. “Ummmm, yeah. Yeah I’m fine, just tired.”

 Maggie walked over to Y/N and put her hand on her shoulders. “Y/N, you are my best friend. I have known you for 5 years now. I can tell when you are lying. What’s going on?”

 Y/N looked at Maggie then dropped her eyes to look at the floor. “Uh go….go into the downstairs bathroom and um…look in the middle drawer.”

 Maggie looked at Y/N confused.

 "Just go. I’ll wait here.“ Y/N told Maggie, removing her hands from her shoulders.

 Maggie looked at Y/N again before walking out of the kitchen, slowly headed towards the bathroom. Confusion still written all over her face.

 Y/N stood in place listening to the sound of Maggie’s feet as she got further from the kitchen and closer to the bathroom, worried what her reaction was going to be. She listened for the sound of the drawer opening in the bathroom but it was completely silent, so Y/N moved into the dining room hoping to hear anything coming from the direction of the bathroom.

 As she turned her ear towards the hallway Maggie let out a quick scream and Y/N jumped at the sound.

 Before Y/N could start to head down the hallway towards the bathroom, Maggie came running down the it excitedly.

 "No way! Does Abe know? How long have you known?” Maggie asked, spitting out questions without taking a breath.

 Y/N took a deep breath, “yes way. Not yet. And 2 weeks.” She answered, taking the test out of her hands.

 "Why haven’t you told him yet?“ Maggie asked with a giant smile on her face.

 "I just haven’t found the right time to tell him. Plus, what if he’s not happy about another baby? And with the stuff going on with that other group, is now the best time to bring another baby into this world?” Y/N asked placing a hand on her stomach.

 Maggie walked over to hug her friend. “Of course he will be excited about another baby. Look how excited he was about Freya.”

 "That’s different, he knew about Freya before she was even conceived. I haven’t had any dreams about this baby or anything else for that matter.“ Y/N told Maggie, thinking back to the last dream of hers that actually came true.

 "I can guarantee he is going to be excited. You have to tell him ton-” Maggie tried to assure her before getting interrupted.

 "The other group is planning to attack.“ Abe yelled while barging through the door.

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What Goes Around...Part 25

This is PART 25 of a story that is being told in segments by twenty-seven different authors, campfire-style. Each author will take over the story with no prior planning and then pass it on after putting their own spin on it! Expect the unexpected! :)  You can check our vmhq campfire tale tag for all of the previous installments or read the story as it develops on AO3. — Part 25 is written by @nicemom93

[Part 24]

"Veronica, get outside. Now."

Logan's voice is commanding, and she takes an instinctive step back, but then her own take charge personality kicks in and points out, he's going in, why wouldn't you?

"I don't think so."

Logan is already beside Lydia, Leatherman in hand, cutting through the gasoline-soaked rope binding her to the workbench.

"Where'd you get that?" Veronica asks, moving toward him.

He gestures at his belt where the multi-tool case that she hadn't previously noticed past the distraction of his chest and abs is attached. "Brought it when I wasn't sure where you were. Never hurts to be prepared." He glances up at the timer (1:48) and then to Veronica. "Please get out of here." His voice is now pleading.

"Not without you," she responds confidently. Lydia's still bound hands suddenly fall forward, free from the table. Logan moves her feet and Lydia begins tugging at the cloth gag.

Veronica drops to her knees, feeling the puddles of gasoline soaking through her jeans. "Here, let me help you." She twists the cloth and slides it over Lydia's chin. "Okay, so how does the bomb work?"

"How would I know?" Lydia cries in her shrill voice. "I'm the victim, you stupid bit—"

"Don't make me put the gag back on," Veronica says and even in the tense moment, she hears Logan snicker. "We know you're in on this whole thing, so don't waste our time with lies." The rope holding her ankles to the table gives way then and Logan pulls both women to their feet.

"Doesn't matter, let's just get out of here," he says, his voice cool and commanding again. "Keith, Wei, if you're listening, we're coming out and we need to clear the area, now!"

"Hang on, just a second," Veronica interjects. "The antidote. Is it in here, Lydia?"

"How would I—"

"Cut the crap and answer the question," Logan growls, giving the woman a quick shake.

"Yes, it's in the little safe still; we didn't have the key." She gestures with her bound hands toward the explosive device (1:26), sitting on top of a small metal box. The missing safe.

"Oh, fuck me," Logan says.

"Later, honey, when we're done cheating death again." Veronica moves over to the timer, peering around and behind it as she speaks. "You know how exhilarating that can be." She steals a quick peek over her shoulder at him. In spite of the circumstances, she's getting the smolder eyes she expected. What she hadn't anticipated was the smirk. She wrinkles her brow at him, head tilting in question, then he taps his ear and she remembers. Ugh...Dad.

"Okay, Lydia, last chance," she says, hoping that Keith had missed that whole exchange, "what do you know about this bomb?"

"Nothing. I'm not into explosives." She hops toward the door since her ankles are still tied together. "We need to get out of here."

"Nuh uh, you're not leaving until we're ready to go," she says and Logan grabs Lydia's arm, holding her in place. Veronica runs her finger along a wire trailing out of the timer (1:06), and it shifts atop the safe. "Oh, seriously?" She lifts the bomb and it comes off the safe completely. No attachments. "Either our mad bomber is an idiot, or they didn't expect anyone to stick around long enough to really look at it. It's not even attached to the safe." She places the bomb carefully on the floor and grabs the safe. "We got what we came for, come on." She starts for the office door, Logan immediately on her heels.

"Hey! What about me?" Lydia shrieks and they turn toward her, hopping after them.

"Oh yeah," Veronica says, "honey, can you help the criminal?" In two long strides, Logan is next to Lydia again, bending at the knees and throwing her over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.

"Hey!" she shrieks again.

"Shut it, or you're hopping. We need to get out of here." She bolts across the warehouse floor for the outside door. She can hear Logan running behind her, coupled with Lydia's sounds of indignation. As she bursts out into the night, she sees her father and Wei standing beside Keith's car. Jeff and Mac are both sitting in the back seat, peering anxiously out.

"We need to get clear; expect an explosion in less than a minute," Veronica shouts as they run for their car. She sees Keith and Wei jump into Keith's car as she dives into Dick's truck, scrambling across to the passenger side. Logan tosses Lydia unceremoniously into the back seat and jumps into the driver's seat.

They're nearly to the gate of the yard when simultaneously, fire trucks and police cars appear on the road in front of them just as a flash of light from behind illuminates the inside of the SUV. A low 'oomph' follows the light. Veronica turns and sees the warehouse is still standing but flames are shooting through the roof and fire can be seen through the windows. With the degree of threat now known, Logan pulls the SUV over out of the way of the firetrucks racing in to battle the blaze. Out of the corner of her eye, Veronica sees her father do the same but her attention is now focused on the safe in her lap.

"Keith or Wei must have called 9-1-1 when they heard us talking about the bomb."

"Probably," Veronica agrees. "You've still got the key, right?

"Yes, I do." Logan leans to the side and pulls the key out of his back pocket, handing it to Veronica. She pops it in the lock and the door pops open, revealing another door, this one with an electronic keypad.

"Shitfuckhelldamn," Veronica curses. "Now there's a combination?" She glances back at Lydia. "What's the combination?"

Lydia looks pretty smug for someone with her hands and feet bound. "Wouldn't you like to know."

Veronica turns further to give Lydia the full weight of her glare. "If Wallace Fennel is not back to 100% when this is over, I will make you sorry that you were ever born. Believe me."

"Believe her," Logan adds, then reaches for Veronica's messenger bag. "She looks tiny and harmless, but that is an illusion." He pulls out the journal, then snaps on the map light, and holds the book up to it.  "Didn't you say there were numbers in this?" He flips through the pages.

"Last page. But I thought they were coordinates. Wei said he gave me coordinates."

"Yeah, if you got these from him, then yeah, these two—" he points at the first two series of numbers "—are coordinates. This, however..." he points to a third string of numbers.

"Not a coordinate?"

"I don't think so. So maybe it's the combination." He smiles at her. "I think we should try it out at least."

She nods. 'Hopefully, if it isn't the code we need, it won't lock this up so it won't open." She glares back at Lydia again. "Is this right?" Lydia is silent and Veronica makes up her mind.

"Okay, Lieutenant, let's do this thing."

Logan reads the numbers off slowly and Veronica enters them. Ten digits later, he stops. "Okay, then a hash-tag and we're done."

She presses the last button and the mechanism beeps, then clicks, and the door pops ajar.

Spontaneous "woot!"s burst from both of them as Veronica reaches inside and pulls out a small bottle filled with green liquid.

"This is it?" She hands the bottle to Logan and looks in the safe again. "No instructions to make more? No instructions for use?" She looks over her shoulder. "You had better know how this works."

"Actually—see me cooperating—lift the rubber bottom in the safe."

Veronica does as instructed and finds a single sheet of paper with what appears to be a formula written on it. She flips it over and finds another formula on the back. She glares at Lydia again. "Let me guess: one side's the pink stuff to make the monsters, one side's the green stuff to cure them."

"They aren't monsters," Lydia says, sounding almost insulted. "They're super soldiers. Like Captain America? Who wouldn't want to know how to make Captain America?"

Veronica shakes her head. "Okay, one side makes super soldiers, the other turns them back into 98-pound weaklings?"

"You had better not let Wallace hear you say that," Logan says, sotto voice.

"Yes, that's right. So, what do I get for helping you?" Lydia asks and Logan snorts.

"You have managed to avoid me jumping back there and choking the life out of you," Veronica says matter-of-factly. "Yet." She opens the car door and slides out. "Dad!"

All four occupants of the other car have exited it and are standing, looking over at the burning warehouse. Norris Clayton is with them now, talking to Mac. Actually, he might be flirting with Mac, judging from the smiles on both their faces. Wei is grasping Jeff's arm, presumably to keep him from bolting. At Veronica's call, Keith looks up and heads for her.

"Sounds like you got the antidote?" he asks.

"How did you..."

He taps her ear. "The ear buds? Remember?"

"Oh, right. Yeah, I keep forgetting those."

"That was apparent earlier," he says, grimacing and her face warms.

"Ugh, sorry. I think I keep forgetting because I can't hear you guys. Why can you hear us and we can't hear you?"

Keith pulls a tiny remote out of his pocket and waves it at her. "It's in the settings." He shows her the remote. There are six sliding switches on it. Four are lit, two with the switch pressed to the left, two with it to the right. The other two are dark, set in the center of the switch range. Keith moves one of the lit switches from the right to the left. "That just put you on listen only. Logan's still on transmit, Wei and I were on listen only." He moves another lit switch from left to right. "Now Wei's on transmit too."

A new voice rolls into Veronica's ear. "--see if I can get Keith to lend me his car and I'll take you and your sister into custody. That'll be easier than having to go with one of the Balboa County deputies. I don't want to have to kill another cop to get the two of you away. This has gotten out of control."

Veronica meets her dad's widened eyes. "Oh shit," she whispers. "Wei's in on it with them."

Want to find out what happens next? Check back next Saturday for the next installment written by…  @ghostcat3000  Tag, you’re it! Make sure to submit your segment to vmheadquarters@yahoo.com by Wednesday, October 18th.

[windywordz]

Fleeing From A Crushing Defeat

Fandom: Final Fantasy XV

Relationships: N/A

Rating: [T] Teen

Word Count: 1971

Tags: mild depictions of violence/injury/blood, major character injury, angst, fluff, hurt/comfort

Summary: It was supposed to be a simple daemon-slaying hunt, but they got a little more than they signed up for.

-Read under the cut-

Daemon-hunting was probably his least favorite job, and that was mainly because it cut into his sleeping schedule. Still, it paid well to cut down foes normal Hunters wouldn't dare leave town to slay, even if it did mean pulling an all-nighter. They had already been at it for a few hours, and were nearing their assigned quota, but things were seldom easy for them and the Six only knew this was no exception.

Just as they were finishing up the last group of Imps, Noctis heard a rumbling that seemed out of place. It shook the ground where they stood, making Gladiolus stumble in his landing as he delivered a finishing blow.

“Woah!” Prompto chirped, waving his arms to try and keep his balance, guns still in his hands. “Uh, please tell me that's not some, like, boss-level monster or something!”

“This isn't King's Knight, Prompto,” Gladiolus replied gruffly, even as he readjusted his greatsword in his hands to attack again should he need to.

“Indeed. This doesn't feel like your run-of-the-mill daemon,” Ignis added, circling himself to scan the area. “We must be ready for-" He was cut off as a disturbingly familiar gurgling noise erupted to their left, just behind Noctis, who whipped around to see a giant, red-skinned hand reach right out of the ground.

There was no time to react, not even for Noctis to phase out of the way. He felt huge, meaty fingers close over his body, pinning his arms to his sides and crushing the air from his lungs. He tried to call out, but only a strangled gasp escaped his mouth, and even that was cut off as the daemon fully climbed out of the inky hell-portal and tightened its grip on his body until he was sure he would pop.

Something wet trailed down his cheeks and his jaw, dribbled over his lips that stretched in a silent scream, and the metallic tang of blood filled his mouth. He could hear his own bones crunching together under the pressure. Someone was screaming his name, but he couldn't see who through the entire galaxy of light spots that filled his vision.

And just like that, it was over. The pressure was completely released, huge fingers uncoiled from around him, and - strangely enough - a pleasant breeze swept over his limp body. Then he hit something hard and solid with enough force to finally release the scream he'd had forcibly choked back, before darkness took him like the heavy heave of an ocean wave.

~*~

When Prompto saw the blood start leaking out of every orifice Noctis had, his entire body froze. When he saw his best friend flung to the side like an empty sack of potatoes and slam into a rock wall with a crushing blow, he swore his heart stopped beating. And when the absolutely monstrous Red Giant turned its attention on him, Prompto could only send a silent prayer to the Six for a cleaner end.

He watched in almost slow-motion as the daemon raised its sword to slash down at him. He couldn't move, every limb shaking in horror of what he’d just witnessed, and what was no doubt going to be a similar end for himself. But when the flaming blade came down, it crashed into the ground, victimless. A heavy weight barreled into Prompto’s side, sending him and his savior rolling into the mud, where the blond lay dazed.

“Prompto!” Gladiolus’s face appeared over him, teeth bared and voice loud, tinged with panic. “Wake up!” A jolt went through his body as the larger man picked him up and put him on his shaking legs. “Do you want to die?”

“Gladio! Assistance!” Ignis called from where he was throwing his daggers at the beast to grab its attention from them.

“Go check on Noct,” Gladiolus hissed, partially shoving him towards where the other lay slumped against the ground, unmoving. He quickly gave Prompto a phoenix down and shoved him again, “Go! Get him out of here! We’ll meet you at the car.”

He didn't know if it was the sickening worry in the dark-haired man's eyes that had Prompto snapping out of his stupor, or his best friend's name. Either way, he swallowed thickly and nodded once, stumbling over to where Noctis still lay, crumpled and bleeding.

Noctis was so still that at first, Prompto couldn't even tell if he was breathing until he leaned down and put an ear to his chest. A distant thud hit his ear, heavy and slow - too slow - but it was there. He quickly scanned his eyes over Noctis’s body, fingers trailing as he went. He knew how to check for breaks and fractures; Ignis had taught him that much. He checked everything, just to be sure, but nothing seemed broken. He took a quiet breath before sliding the iridescent feather into the pale males hand, watching as it burst into a shower of embers that wrapped Noctis’ body in a veil of green.

He waited a moment or two.

...Or three.

Then the other stuttered to gasp a deeper breath, body twitching as his brain struggled to regain consciousness.

“Noct?” Prompto said too quickly, leaning over the others still-bloody face. He gave the ravenet’s cheek a few paps, voice shaky with a strained laugh, “C’mon buddy, wake up for me, yeah?” His only response was a soft groan before Noctis was slowly cracking open his eyes.

Dark pools of blue that seemed pitch black in the darkness squinted up at him, “Prom?”

“Yeah man, it’s me.” The sounds of battle behind him brought him back to the present moment, and he quickly brushed his still-trembling fingertips through Noctis’s bangs. “Do you think you can stand? We have to get out of here while the others are distracting the daemon.”

Noctis was still very disoriented, but he nodded, and Prompto helped him back on his feet. He let Noctis lean on him, shuffling into the trees where they’d be too dense for the daemon to follow them.

“What about Specs an' Glad?” Noctis half-slurred from where he was pressed against Prompto’s side.

The other pulled in the corner of his lips a bit, before pinching them up in a smile, “They’ll be fine! They were just distracting it so we could get away. They’ll be behind us in a bit, you’ll see.” Noctis mumbled something Prompto couldn’t catch but he let it go, and they made their way slowly through the trees.

Prompto prayed to every deity he could think of to keep the daemons away until they got to the car. It still sat on the edge of the road, pulled a bit onto the grass next to the forest line to keep it out of traffic. The blond nearly sighed in relief when he saw it, and he tried to hurry his friend along as best he could.

He shifted until he could awkwardly slip his fingers around the handle enough to open it, practically hoisting Noctis’s entire body weight around so he could open it fully and slide him carefully inside.

“There, we’ll wait here for Gladio and Iggy, alright?” Prompto said, smoothing over Noctis’s hair again. He watched a shiver roll over the other male, Noctis’s features scrunching up in displeasure before he managed to grab onto the hem of Prompto’s vest.

“‘M cold,” he mumbled, eyes drooping tiredly.

The blond’s eyes widened and he dropped his hand to take Noctis’s in his own, “Here, uh, sharing body heat should help. Scooch over.”

Prompto helped Noctis move into the middle of the seat as he slid in and closed the door behind with a soft thud. He gathered Noctis to him, wrapping his arms around the other, not caring if the blood from his face got smeared into his vest. Clothes could always be washed and replaced, but there was only one Noctis and he needed this right now. The ravenet shivered against him, curling towards the source of heat as he snaked his arms around Prompto’s torso.

The younger boy lost track of time, sitting there humming something soft he heard on the radio every so often, fingers leaving visible waves in Noctis’ messy hair as he tried to comb out the mud and grass. It wasn’t until he saw a pair of small lights heading towards them, flickering as their owners ran, did he finally release a sigh of relief.

Gladiolus was the first into the car, opening his side door and leaning down to peek in. He was sweaty and covered in dirt, his face pinched tightly in worry as the chill of the night air exposed the rapid puffs escaping his lips, but he was unharmed, praise the Six. His eyes gave Prompto and Noctis a once-over, which seemed to be enough to marginally relax his scrunched brow.

“How’s he doing?” Was the breathless question as he struggled to regain his breathing. Prompto looked down at Noctis, whose eyes were closed and breathing gentle, but he could feel the steady heartbeat under his fingertips where they lay curled around his neck.

“He’s okay. The ‘down worked just fine and he’s okay.” Prompto marginally cradled him closer to his body, blinking a few times as he did. “Just tired.”

Something in Gladiolus’s eyes softened, but just then Ignis came up behind him, “Are they there?”

The larger man straightened up, turning to the sandy-haired male as he did, “Yeah, they’re good, but we should still get out of here while we can. Noct’s out cold and Prom’s starting to crash.”

“‘M right here,” the blond mumbled into Noctis’s hair, but neither of the others seemed to have heard him.

“Alright, there was a small rest stop with a camper a few miles down the road, if I recall.” Ignis moved over to the driver side door, popping it open, “Shouldn’t be more than ten minutes.”

Gladiolus nodded, leaning back down to peer at Prompto with a much more relaxed expression than before, “Hear that? We’ll be back and safe in a camper before you know it. Why don’t you put Noct in the other seat so we can strap him in?”

Prompto shook his head at that, his arms tightening just so, “I can’t. He said he was cold and he’s still shivering.” Gladiolus furrowed his brow again, looking to Noctis who was, in fact, trembling where he lay coiled against Prompto’s side.

“Alright then, I’ll just sit back here with you and make sure you both don’t move around too much.” He slid in without hesitation, scooching over just so his side was against Noctis’s back, one arm slung over the back of the seat. Ignis was already fastened in the driver's seat, turning the car on with the same familiar, gentle purr she always started with.

A minute down the road, there was a soft pat on his head, and Prompto looked up to see Gladiolus looking at him with a mix of worry and relief, “You did good, Prom. Sorry for being so rough with you before.”

Prompto shook his head gently, “S’okay, it was a bad situation. I froze and you saved me, so it’s fine if I have a few bruises from your crazy manhandling.”

Gladiolus laughed softly at that, “I’ll make up for it later, promise. But right now, you should rest until we get to the camper. Don’t think I didn’t see Noct save you a couple times because you ran out of potions during the fight.” Prompto looked away a bit guiltily at that, but the other didn’t wait for a reply, merely putting soft strokes over the blond’s head.

With the car rumbling around him, and Gladiolus’s hand petting his head, Prompto found his eyes closing and nuzzled against Noctis’s hair before sleep pulled him under.

[first-interplanar-bank]

Kingdom Hearts III Pt. 1

So, I'm laying in bed trying to sleep. But I guess my brain decided I haven't whined about Kingdom Hearts III to enough people. This is my one and only warning, if you don't want to hear some random loser's thoughts on the game, now is a good time to leave.

Alright, let’s start at the beginning. I would just like to state for the record that my expectations going into this were low.

Opening Cutscene

I don’t have a whole lot to say about this. It’s more or less like every other Kingdom Hearts opening, except with far more Skrillex than I would ever care to have. In any situation. But especially in Kingdom Hearts.

1st World - Olympus

After the opening, you’re sent through the usual yada yada in the land of awakening, or whatever it’s actually called. I can never remember. Anyway, Now we join Sora and the squad right where Dream Drop Distance left us. Kind of a strange place to start, considering it establishes the precedent that this $60 standalone game now needs to recap a whole second game without being too heavy handed about it in order to be well written. But oh no! Sora has lost all his powers in a Nort related incident. Whatever shall he and the squad do? Good thing they saw Herc lose his powers back in Kingdom Hearts II. 

Off we go to Olympus!.... As we’re greeted by a pseudo-title card that says “Kingdom Hearts II.9″. The crew lands on Olympus proper and proceed to get mildly sassed by Hades, as per usual. So we learn that the world is more or less going to follow a plotline similar to the original Hercules Movie plotline, seems like a plan, since they hadn’t done that in the first two games, or the more than a baker’s dozen spinoff-sequels. So we run around Olympus, knowing Hades is up to something, but Sora needs to find Herc to learn the one weird trick that will give him his powers back. We save Thebes, climb Olympus, fight the rock titan, and at the end we find ourselves on top of Olympus! But Hades is already most of the way through his plot to best the Olympians. But if we can beat one titan, why not three more? Ice wind and lava are no match for Sora, Donald, Goofy, and Herc. After beating the titans into next week, Hades wouldn’t stand a chance, so we don't even fight him. He makes a great meta joke about this plot taking 18 years to come to fruition. I laughed, it’s funny. After all this, we learn that Herc got his powers back by following his heart. Cliché, but the series has made us grow to expect that from it. Acceptable.

Now we return to the Gummi ship. Oh, wait, did I mention that Maleficent and Pete also found their way to Olympus in search of a black box? I did not. Well, remember that, it’s going to be important. (it’s really not, I’m being super sarcastic. My medium betrays my intention) On to the next world!

World #2 - Toy Story

Hey look at us! We’re toys!!!! I actually really like the story and the hook that they present us with here; turns out most of the other toys, people, and everything in between have disappeared. Buzz and Woody, along with their pals have been waiting in Andy’s room for Andy to finally return to them. It takes Sora showing up to convince these guys to tag along to try and find out what happened. The adventure takes the toy crew to a nearby toy store, where the heartless follow. This leads to the only obvious conclusion, Mecha Fights! It’s awesome. So after Mecha fighting some heartless and rescuing the more defenseless friends of Woody and Buzz, you see the face of true terror.

That. The most terrifying thing I have ever seen. You defeat the heartless doll, but it will never be defeated in your nightmares. Turns out, Organization XIII is here on some business. Of course. So you go to confront Young Xehanort (AKA Xehanort, Punk Ass Bitch edition) from Dream Drop Distance not knowing what you’re getting into. He does some heart magic to turn Buzz against the rest of us. Also, he knock Sora into a different video game so this can happen. When Sora re-emerges, Buzz is gone, and you gotta rescue him. You succeed, Xehanort claims he hasn’t been thwarted. Woody, Buzz, and the rest of the toys agree that they’re going to go wait things out back in Andy’s room, and never do this again. The End. I really didn’t know what to do with the end bit there. This was one of the worlds I enjoyed more so I didn't have much to say aside from recapping it.

3. Tangled World

(When I was going over all this in my head ,I literally forgot this world for a good five minutes.) Ah, Tangled, a movie that could obviously only be improved by the inclusion of Donald Duck. I jest, but seriously. We arrive in the Kingdom of Corona, where naturally, the dashing rogue, Flynn Rider, is in duress. Heartless made it here before we did. rude. We save Flynn and find our way to Repunzel’s tower. Before Sora and co. arrive, we get to see a loving recreation of Repunzel having Flynn tied to a chair. Though this time Flynn doesn’t just volunteer his services, he signs Sora Donald and Goofy up for the journey. After ironing out the details, the crew leaves the tower and heads toward the kingdom for the festival. We get to see Repunzel discover the world. She’s torn. She’s happy, she’s sad, she’s bewildered, she’s mortified, Goofy is there. Just how I remember it. Somewhere along the road, Sora’s squad gets separated from Repunzel and her bae, Zachary Levi.

While separated, Sora meets Mother Gothel, which as the player we just saw her leave an unscheduled meeting with Organization XIII. Sora can’t tell her where Repunzel is, so she leaves in a huff. Sora squad finally catches up to the lovey-dovey duo as we close in on the kingdom proper. We make it to the kingdom and are greeted by a wonderful... quick-time dancing minigame. We kick that minigames ass and time flashes forward to the night, when the festival is happening! Woohoo, excitement! We proceed to watch a 10-minute clip straight from the movie, except Ron Perlman has been replaced by Marluxia and some heartless. Sora and his gang arrive just in time to see Repunzel being whisked away back to the tower by Mother Gothel. But, it’s too early to save the day and Marluxia pops out and tells Sora to sleep. Sora winks, finger guns, and collapses to the ground like a sack of wet potatoes. Marluxia may have mentioned something about seven new hearts of light first, but whatever, that’s only plot relevant. When Sora stops cat napping, Flynn is ready to save Repunzel! The crew makes it to the tower in time for Flynn Rider to get stabbed and to see the moving scene with him probably dying and Repunzel necromancing him. But lo and behold! This is Kingdom Hearts! When Mother Gothel fell out the tower window, she gets Heartlessed by Marluxia. You kill her a second time. The End, Happily ever after.

Number 4 - Twilight Town

Uh, yeah. Something about Roxas.

 Hayner, Pence, and Olette (I looked it up, you legally have to order their names that way) try to remember something that only vaguely happened to them in another life they don’t remember happening at all. I’m really not sure I remember anything else relevant happening here at all?

That’ll wrap up part 1. I think I’ve gotten enough of this out to finally sleep. Hell, if people enjoy it I may even continue it. It turned into more of a summary than I expected but I think most of my thoughts on the game spring to life in the last two thirds. Anywho. Hope you enjoyed.

[danandphilsecretsanta]

Panic! at the Dan Flat

To: @tamingtheexistentialcrisis

Summary: Dan just wanted to get into his flat and feed his dogs, and he did, encountering some surprises inside. (wow, what a gREat summary)

Word Count: 1927

Warnings: Swearing

A/N: Happy Holidays Sarah @tamingtheexistentialcrisis !!!! I know you wanted a fic pertaining dogs so here’s a fic containing only like 3 sentences about animals! Yay. I tried to make it revolve around animals but I barely accomplished it. Nevertheless, I hope you enjoy it, it may not be the best writing, because even after revising, it’s trash. Please enjoy x

“Fuck these keys,” Dan muttered under his breath, failing once again to find the right key to his flat. “Sure doesn’t help that they all look the same.” Letting out a strangled noise, Dan threw his set of keys to the ground before crumbling next to them, head in his hands. Attempting to calm down he began inhaling and exhaling, trying to find a rhythm.

“Maybe I can fit my ass through the dog door,” he joked, laughing glumly.

“No offense, but I think you may be a tad bit too big to fit through it,” a voice chuckled from above him.

Dan looked up, blushing in embarrassment as he saw none other than his neighbor, Phil, smirking down at him. Giving a small smile he replied, “None taken, sorry you have to see me like this,” gesturing towards his defeated state, “All my keys look the same and I can’t find the right one for my door, not to mention, I need to feed my dogs,” explaining his situation and nodding towards his keys.

Phil glanced at the troublesome keys, “Well no wonder you’re aggravated, why are they all silver?” he questioned. “And I’m sure you dogs will survive a few minutes.”

Dan gave him a confused look before huffing out, “What other color are they supposed to be, and no, they are very picky about being fed?”

“Here, have a look at mine,” Phil suggested, swinging his bag off his shoulder, Dan taking note that it had a nice galaxy print on it, and started digging around inside before producing his own set of keys. Dan instantly winced at the colorful bunch, “What even is that mess, how the hell does that help you?” he asked.

Phil laughed, “No key looks the same, so only one key can obviously go to one thing, such as this one,” Phil held up a blue key with the Adventure Time logo at the top, with Jake on one side of the key, and Finn on the other. “This key goes to my car, and it’s Adventure Time, like I’m going on an adventure every time I get into my car.” He explained, looking at Dan to see if he understood. Clearly he didn’t, as he was staring at Phil with a blank expression. This ushered Phil to continue. “Oh! And this one!” Phil exclaimed as his eyes lit up, “This I got customized, the majority of these are, of my cat to symbolize home. Speaking of my cat, I need to find her, she escaped this morning and she’s running ramped through the building somewhere. But back to keys, my cat is home to me, so that’s why she’s on the key. Sounds pathetic but it’s a good system and yeah,” Phil rambled before stopping to awkwardly look at Dan.

After a couple of seconds of silence had passed of them just staring at one another Dan interrupted it, brow furrowing, “Um, okay, sounds like a great system,” Sarcasm dripping in his voice, “But I highly doubt it would work for me,” Dan replied, pursing his lips.

Phil frowned, unlocking his door and swinging it open, stepping inside. Turning around he glared down at Dan before raising an eyebrow, “If we look at the situation, I’m not the one sitting in front of my apartment door having an existential crisis over some keys,” Phil promptly stated, turning back around and slamming his door shut behind him.

After the few seconds of initial shock wore off, Dan groaned putting his head in his hands once again, before uttering, “Hope you find your cat, you ass,” yet knowing that he was technically the one who provoked Phil’s lashing. He knew his neighbor was right and that Phil, one of the nicest and most attractive people in his apartment building, would never have said that to someone if they didn’t deserve it. But Dan was mad, and damn it to hell if he wasn’t going to be a bitch about it.

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5 minutes of trying every single key later, Dan had finally found his flat key. Pushing his way into his flat he sighed either out of past acknowledged defeat, victory, or relief, he honestly didn’t know. All Dan knew was that he was ready to feed his dogs, make some tea, and go to bed surrounded by fur(ries)(im joking). Nudging the door closed behind him, he rubbed his eyes and was puzzled as to why his dogs haven’t attacked him yet, normally they were always there to greet him at the door. Now that he thinks about it, they weren’t whining the entire time he sat outside his door, chatting with Phil.

Removing his hands from his eyes his heart stopped at what lay before him. What he thought he had draped on the back of a chair that morning, now lay in shredded remains no more than four feet in front of him. His Yeezy jumper. The one thing he treated as a child besides his dogs now lay in ruins on the carpet. Dan’s mind instantly flashed back to joking how it resembled a potato sack, but now, in its shredded form, it truly looked nothing more than a burlap sack. Dan picked up the garment, upon closer inspection, the sweater looks as though it had been created into a makeshift bed, to fit a small animal. Neither of his animals were small enough to fit on the sweater, with one being a medium-sized dog and the other being one of the biggest dog breeds, there was no doubt that this wasn’t their doing.

He grimaced and dropped the fabric, walking towards the kitchen while rubbing his temples. Had a raccoon gotten in? A squirrel? Badger? Putting aside what possible creature had decided to ruin his life, Dan opened up the cabinet to pull down the container of dog food. Put a healthy amount into both the bowls, “SAINT, PEPE, COME EAT,” he hollered, expecting his dogs to come, tails wagging. Confused, he stepped out to walk into the lounge.

If the jumper didn’t kill him, Dan was for sure this next disaster would. From top to bottom the side of his (faux) leather couch there were cuts that only small claws could create. Gasping, Dan didn’t know whether to fall to his knees or cry. The side of his couch looked as though it had went to hell and back, stuffing puffed out of the slits that had been created. Skinny skinny slits. From skinny skinny claws.

In full blown panic Dan called out for his dogs again, trudging down the hallways towards his open bedroom door, grumbling the whole way. Pushing his door open he didn’t know what to make of the scene. In the farthest corner of the room were his two dogs visibly quivering in fear, and sat on his bed, sat the culprit that Dan had guessed after seeing his couch. A cat. A cat. While Dan was angry, furious, at the disaster to his couch and shredded jumper, he was above all, surprised. His decent sized Shiba Inu, and fucking gigantic sized Leonberger were scared of a cat no longer than 12 inches. Hearing his one his dogs whimper he reassured them, “Shh, Saint, it’s okay,” going over to scratch the biggest dog’s head.

Dan let out another sigh before taking a couple tentative steps towards his bed, not sure of what this demon cat was capable of. The cat didn’t blink. Feeling accepted, he reached a hand out slowly, letting his hand pet it’s head and moving down to the cat’s neck, hoping to locate a collar. Finding one, he twisted it around to inspect the name tag.

Lion

Who names a cat lion? Is it some form of irony because it’s just a cat and not a lion? Because the cat’s fur is orange? Deciding to stop questioning the owners name choice, he read the address underneath the name. Letting out a groan and rolling his eyes, Dan recognized the address as none other than his neighbor, Phil’s. Of course. What are the odds.

“Let’s go you little shit,” scooping up the animal he walked out his room, whistling for the dogs to come eat. Snatching his jumper off the ground he swung his door open and stormed out, closing it gently so as not to startle Saint and Pepe. Mere feet from Phil’s door, Dan scowled. He advanced towards the door and started knocking furiously.

After only a few seconds, the door opened, revealing Phil wearing a silver jacet, as if he were just about to leave. Blue eyes widening even more than they already were, Phil’s face split into a grin. “You found her! Oh my god, thank you so much Dan, I was just about to go search for her!” He exclaimed, excitement clear on his face. He pulled Dan into a hug, Dan letting himself go limp at the contact before the cat decided to whine. Breaking away, Phil grabbed the cat from Dan’s arms, immediately cradling it. The cat purred and rubbed its head under Phil’s chin.

“I wouldn’t be so happy if I were you,” Dan remarked, he meant to say it in a ruder tone but Phil’s hug had startled him. Throwing his jumper at Phil’s face he explained, “Your cat, Lion, decided to visit me and give me the biggest surprise.” Phil examined the sweater remains, “Looks like you need to buy a new one mate,” He stated pointedly.

Dan smirked, “Nu-uh-uh Key Freak, looks like you need to buy a new one, mate,” jabbing Phil in the chest to emphasize his claim.

“Wh-How-Bu-Me?” Phil sputtered, perplexed by what Dan had said. Phil then frowned, “And I’m not a key freak, I just have a system.”

Dan chuckled, “Walk with me Key Boy, I have something else to show you.”

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“I’ll pay for it, I promise, all the damages Dan, I promise, I’ll buy you a whole new couch, and a new jumper, Lion must have escaped and went through your dog door and she must have went ballistic when she realized she couldn’t get back out,” Phil rambled, attempting to assure Dan that he would pay all the costs and that it would never happen again.

“Phil, Phil, Phil, it’s fine, I’ve cooled down. I’m not mad. I have enough money to replace everything,” Dan talked over Phil, trying to get him to stop talking.

Phil still had a guilty look on his face, “I’ll still find a way to repay you, whether it’s through little or small things. Also, why do you have a dog door? When both your dogs, especially Saint,” Phil gestured towards the larger dog, “Can’t fit through it? And why install one in an apartment building?”

Dan shrugged, “I have no idea, it was here when I moved in. You can start repaying me by ordering us some pizza and watching some TV with me, I haven’t had human interaction in half a year.” Laughing  Phil found the pizza number and began typing the numbers in, “Honestly, same.”

Dan smiled, filling with giddiness at the thought of Phil potentially becoming his friend, even if it was due to his cat trashing his most expensive things. Patting the spots next to him, Pepe jumped beside him, laying her head in his lap. Looking over his smile grew wider as he saw Phil subconsciously scratching Saint’s neck while he was ordering the pizza. Leaning his head back on the couch he closed his eyes in content.

A/N: The End! I know that entire beginning was not needed but I’m what the kids call extra. x

[venombane98]

Crossroads Chapter 2

Cassie and Nick helped the man down the hallway, they steered clear of any obstacles and found a small side room to hide in for now. "We just can't sit here kid...." Nick looked out the window. "I know but this guy ain't as light as a sack of potatoes, he's built like a brick house!" Cassie huffed and looked around, "We need to find those two and get outta here...."

Eddie looked between the two as they figured out a plan, he stood and went over to Cassie, "Darling I don't like to see you stress like this..." She turned and blinked. "I'm sorry, um Eddie, but I'm not your darling and its just part of the job... you have any clues how to get around here?" He shook his head slowly. "Oh bit you are my darling, such beauty and amazing bone structure... I'll help you but I only know the men's ward, and if you go any further you might get hurt or worse, and a husband cannot live with himself knowing he let his bride go into danger." Cassie blinks and looked to Nick to see he was searching through desks and she gulped down the lump in her throat. "I-i am sorry but we aren't getting married, we ju-" she was hushed by his finger. "They all say the same thing to try to get out of commitment..." his soft expression slowly turned darker, "are you just another whore?" She grabbed his hand, and took it with the both of hers, slipping her fingers in between, "no no, Eddie, I ment... uh... we gotta get out of here then we can be married!" She sweated that off, her heart raced at the thought of their only thought to be ally turn sour against then just because of 'commitment problems'.

Nick hopped up as he found a map of the asylum, "I know it ain't the smartest but we can split up and cover more ground to find these two, we'll make a randevu point when finished or found what was needed..."

Cassie nodded "But will you be alright?" He nodded and shrugged. "I've seen worser days." The two stood and headed to the door Nick grabbed Eddie by the shirt and shoved him to the wall. Nick seemed to of changed personality his voice deep and his stare like knives, "Listen here, if you hurt the kid, I'll be your worse nightmare, I'll string ya back up where we found ya, got it?" The two stared each other down then Nick released him before heading the other way of the Asylum, Eddie followed Cassie closely as if he was her shadow.

Nick search the west wing, nothing but corpses and the smell of rot. He looked everywhere until he heard someone call out to him from a locker. He turned and opened up as a woman pointed a knife at him. "Who are you?! Are you one of them?" "Calm yourself doll-face, I'm a detective, my partner and I are looking for a Waylon Park and Miles Upshur.." She blinked and lowered the knife, "Miles has been missing for quite a while, I've worked for him, when I got no word I came here to figure out what happened then I wanted to exploit the truth about this place," she extended her hand "Im Piper, a reporter, Miles was here to record of what happened to this place and the dark secrets it holds, human body and mind mutilation, corruption, and manipulation." "Nick, listen you can tag along with me, it'll be a lot safer then your locker hide-out." The two nodded and headed off in search of the missing. ------ Cassie and Eddie search the East. As she walled around and searched, he hummed behind her. She seem inmates run and hide for the shadows once they saw him. She looked back to her travel buddy and he smiled happily, "A veil will look so beautiful, and with your hair down and curled...." He left out a sigh as if he was dreaming. "Settle down lover boy, we can talk wedding once the job is finished." She looked down and saw blood trails. It lead them to a doctor/surgery office with a wheel chair in the middle with a pool of blood underneath. She kneeled down to examine the two fleshy lumps, she turned ghost white and stumped back, covering her mouth. "O-oh my god..." Eddie blinked and picked one up. "It seems someone lost more then their mind here, darling~" he teased her, as she ran out to the hallway to the closest waste bin and threw up. Someone's fingers?! As she whipped her mouth she saw bloody foot prints. "Darling are you alright" he hurries by her side and brushed her hair out of her face, she grabbed his hand and follows the foot tracks, they lead to and elevator. And it left a disturbing sight, a lower half of a scrawny body, cut in half from the doors. She walked over and clicked the button, it dinged and the other half drops down from the top, she jumped and screamed as her 'husband' wrapped his arms around her and hushed her.

Cassie caught her breath and took a look inside, there was another body, she knelt down and shook him, a light groan came from him. "Eddie help me roll him over." He nodded and they rolled the man to his back. "This is that Miles guy! We found one!" She gasped and saw that he was missing the fingers they discovered. They helped him up and went down to the west to try and find Nick...

-------------- Author’s Note:

Sorry if this seems a bit messy I was trying a little too hard to get this chapter published.. So here is another chapter of my crossover series between Outlast and Fallout. Please let me know for ideas or how I should continue! Prologue: Crossroads Prologue/Pilot Chapter 1: Crossroads Chapter 1 ]Characters belong to Red Barrels and Bethesda.

[courierdusters-a]

pneumatiicgauntlet:

The scribe grinned, giddy with the thought of finding a dress that wasn’t torn to shreds or horribly ugly. When was the last time she’d worn anything than her scribe robes or her current potato sack ensemble? 

“I don’t think I’ve ever been more excited to go shopping in my life!” For once no jokes, no sarcasm, just pure excitement to find a pretty dress. “We’re going to make some jaws drop in the Strip after this.” Hopefully the jaws of some pretty ladies, but that went without saying when it came to Veronica.

Elle can’t help but laugh. Veronica has lit up in a way she isn’t sure she’s seen. That alone is enough to make her feel like this is the right thing to do. Regardless of the rest of the world outside of the gate... In this moment, they can — let go, and enjoy themselves. Let themselves have some fun.

“You bet!” It’s definitely Elle’s intention to make sure Veronica gets something jaw-dropping. For herself... It’s not really a priority. She doubts she’ll be able to get out of this without buying herself something, too — and for once, she doesn’t think she’ll mind, but... It’s not the goal, here. Veronica deserves this.

Elle hop-skips the way through the gate. The shop is ritzy enough that it’s closer to the Ultra-Luxe than the others. “I’ve got... uh. A lot of caps.” She may or may not have gotten herself banned from gambling at the Tops the other night. “So you don’t have to worry about prices or anything, okay? I’ll cover it, no sweat.”

Maybe she shouldn’t be making promises when she doesn’t actually know what the price tags look like. Oh, well. She’s sure she’ll be able to figure something out, if it comes down to it...