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If you're not too sick of them I would love if you could do gatty with 7 or 46 ♥️

Hello!

I could never be sick of this whole prompt situation! I've been having so much fun working on them! I do want to apologize though, I'm sorry that this took so long for me to finish - real life got in my way. I hope it was worth the wait! I filled them both separately, I hope that's okay- I like to think it means you're getting more bang for your buck! I'm not totally sure I love how #46 turned out, but I decided I need to stop fiddling with it and just put it out into the world and move on. I hope it's at least adjacent to what you were looking for! I have a few more kiss prompts in the works, a few intimacy prompts and a smut prompt (which is an area I need to work on in my writing, so it shall be interesting to say the least).

Thank you so much for the request and for being so kind and supportive of my writing! It really means a lot and I am so thankful to have found such a kind and supportive subset of The 1975 fandom to be apart of.

Warnings: there is mention of drug use / mention of past abuse in #46

Let me know what you think! Constructive feedback is always welcome and appreciated!

❤️Ally

7. Kiss…to shut them up

Matty had been talking for the last twenty three minutes. George knew exactly how long his latest tangent had run so far, having glanced at and made note of the time ticking away in the corner of his laptop screen when he noticed the flush in Matty’s cheeks and the fire in his eyes. So far he had barely taken a breath and George had given up trying to follow the track of his thoughts twenty two minutes ago. He was gesturing wildly with his hands, getting louder and more animated as he spoke, clearly building up the momentum, and getting more excited as he went. George tried not to feel too bad that he had been tuning him out, nodding along and humming in approval in what he hoped were the right places, his focus on his laptop, and the seemingly endless amount of emails he had in his inbox. No one told him that producing for other artists would mean going through so many emails.

If for some reason the musical career ended up not panning out, which after five number one albums in the UK was unlikely, Matty could have a career as an American politician, George thought, he would be unstoppable in a filibuster, and he had already mastered the art of speaking constantly while saying a whole lot of nothing. He closed his laptop, hoping that maybe Matty would catch on, see that George was closing his laptop and that maybe that was his sign to take a breath, and that it was time to meet Adam and Carly for lunch, but Matty was still going, pacing around the room that served as their home office.

“Which ties it all together!” Matty said, waving his hands in the air as George turned to look at him fondly, his curls bouncing as he drove his point home. George had absolutely no idea what his point was. “Because despite what the critics might think, it really is the perfect example of postmodernism in literature-” George couldn’t take it anymore.

Matty let out a surprised hum of approval as George crashed their lips together, sucking the air from his lungs as he deepened the kiss, running his fingers through his hair, tugging on the locks in a way that he knew made Matty weak at the knees. Matty broke away a moment later, panting with his nose pressed to George’s cheek as he tried to regain his breath.

“What was that f-” he started to ask before George was kissing him again, licking into his mouth, and nipping at his lower lip. His knees buckled, overwhelmed by the way George was consuming all of his senses. George walked him backwards, pressing him against the wall, and suddenly it didn’t matter that his legs didn’t work anymore. He had George to support him.

“You’re so cute,” George said and Matty flushed his cheeks darkening into an even deeper shade of red and he squirmed bashfully at the praise. He kissed Matty again, his eyes rolling back in his head as he clung to George’s shoulders, letting out a soft whimper of enjoyment.

“I love you,” George said softly, speaking the words against Matty’s lips, their breath intermingled as Matty’s heart raced, his fingers drifting lower, digging into the meat of George’s hips as if he would float away if he let go.

“I love you too,” Matty said softly, his cheeks still flushed. “I was rambling again wasn’t I?” he asked sheepishly, realizing George hadn’t been listening to a word he had been saying, but not able to bring himself to care.

“A little bit,” said George with a chuckle, the sound vibrating in Matty’s chest with the way they were pressed together. “It was cute though, and you’ll have to tell me again over lunch, I got distracted finishing up some emails and I’m sure I missed a few of the points.”

Matty’s flush deepened. “Well, next time just tell me to shut up,” he said, jutting his chin out defiantly.

“What do you think I just did?” George said, with a laugh, this one deeper, and Matty curled his toes in desire as he kissed his neck.

“I’m sorry I talk so much,” said Matty, feeling a moment of vulnerability as George mouthed at his collarbone, nose skimming the open collar of his shirt.

“Don’t ever be sorry for that,” George said, his lips ghosting against Matty’s sensitive, burning skin. “I love it when you talk.”

“Even when you want me to shut up?” Matty asked softly and George chuckled and nodded his breath tickling Matty’s neck.

“Even then.”

46. Kiss…out of envy or jealousy

Matty swallowed hard, standing on his tiptoes as he scanned the crowd, desperate for a glimpse of George. He reached up to tug uncomfortably at the collar of his shirt, loosening his tie ever so slightly as he did so, feeling strangled by the fabric as he floated on the fringes of the after party. These things were much more uncomfortable sober, he thought desperately, he was pretty sure he was the only person not on something at the moment.

Even George had smoked a spliff during the car ride to the next venue. Matty had declined when George tried to pass it to him, under the delusion that he wanted to keep a clear head. He was already feeling paranoid, like he was being watched. Each breath he had taken was carefully measured at the awards show, a conscious effort to keep his expression engaged and mild lest the camera pan to their table. If he had accepted the spliff he would have been convinced everyone could tell, that everyone knew he was high, that instead of legal marjuana he had relapsed, had gone back to the substances they didn’t even know he was clean from. He swallowed hard. Where the fuck was George?

It was a stark contrast to his previous party experiences, his previous life experiences really. He couldn’t remember the last party he had been at, industry or otherwise without some kind of A Class chemical racing through his blood stream, lubricating his social interactions, giving him a personality. He felt almost numb now, anxiety thudding in his chest, simmering in his veins as he tried to remember who he was and how to be a person.

A server walked past with a tray of champagne flutes and Matty snagged a glass with shaking hands, downing it quickly. Where the fuck was George? He thought, starting to feel frantic. He had gone to the washroom ten minutes ago. It shouldn’t have taken him ten minutes to piss. There was never a queue for the men’s room. Matty had given him a smile and said he would be fine on his own, not wanting to seem so needy and codependent that he had to follow his boyfriend to the bathroom. He was a strong independent man, he tried to remind himself. He felt anything but.

He thought for sure he would be able to find someone he knew easily enough, but they were in America and he was starting to realize maybe he didn’t actually know anyone else here. If he had met them before, it was during the dark times and he clearly didn’t remember the interaction. He knew he seemed unapproachable, curls falling his face, eyes downcast, the charismatic spark that drew their fanbase to him having flickered out as he pushed himself out of his comfort zone. He knew he radiated a general air of “leave me the fuck alone,” especially when he was desperate for anything but. He hated being sober. He hated that he had gotten clean, that he felt some kind of moral obligation to stay that way, that the rest of the lads had spent their own money on his treatment after he had nearly bankrupted the group with his addiction.

He fiddled with his now empty champagne glass and wished for something stronger, or wished that he hadn’t built up such a high alcohol tolerance over the years, because despite his size he felt absolutely nothing after quickly finishing the glass. A second server walked passed and he traded his empty flute for a full one, drinking this one more slowly, giving him something to do with his hands, allowing him to focus on the feeling of the bubbles fizzing against his tongue, grounding him, keeping him present. That was something he was working on in therapy. Staying more present.

His frustration and anxiety started to move, turning to frustration and envy. George had probably ran into some he knew on his way to or from the restroom. George had probably bumped into someone and made a friend, the words flowing easily as he introduced himself. Matty knew that he had a reputation for being an extrovert, that he was the mouthpiece of the band whether people liked it or not. Whether he liked it or not. But George was the one that could talk to anyone, a casual sort of comfortable in any social situation that Matty wasn’t ever able to recreate despite the copious drugs he had poured into his body, desperate to be liked, desperate to be cool.

He was jealous, he realized sharply, he was jealous and it burned in his belly as he swallowed the rest of his champagne and set the glass on one of the high top tables scattered around the space, pushing his way through the crowd. Being jealous wasn’t going to solve anything, being jealous wasn’t going to make people like him, it wasn’t going to quell the anxiety embedded in his rapidly beating heart. Being jealous wasn’t going to make George come back to him faster.

He caught a glimpse of what he hoped was George moving through the crowd, talking to some kind of teen drama actress that had been a presenter at the show earlier that night. The jealousy flared, moving up his throat, blistering his vocal cords, he tried to swallow it down, feeling it molten and hot in his lungs. George threw his head back and laughed, smiling happily. George had gone and made a friend, George had abandoned him, like Matty was nothing more than an anchor weighing him down. George had gone and cut the rode, untangling himself from his mooring to forge his own path.

It wasn’t a conscious decision, his feet moving on his own accord, it was like he was watching his body move from somewhere above, something, or someone else was controlling him like a recently unlocked newly playable character. Matty slid into position next to George, hand gliding across his back under his suit jacket to wrap possessively around his hip.

He stood up on his tiptoes and pressed a kiss to the corner of George’s mouth, interrupting whatever he had been saying to the wide eyed peroxide blonde.

George chuckled against his lips, turning his head to deepen the kiss, showing Matty that despite his initiation, George was the one holding all of the cards.

“Someones feeling a little green,” he murmured, soft enough that it was for Matty’s ears only as he pulled away.

“This is my boyfriend Matty,” said George, turning back to the girl, “he’s needy little shit and gets jealous when I’m not giving him my full attention.”

Matty flushed at his teasing words, the bit behind them stinging slightly, but at the same time making him preen. The girl laughed.

“What can I say,” said Matty, leaning into George’s side. “I’m the jealous type.”

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fortunesrevolver · 2 years

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How to Get a Free Cat

The year before Covid hit, I ended up needing to get surgery to remove a tumor on my spine. Granted, that probably sounds a little terrifying, but tumors and I have been friends my entire life. I have this condition called neurofibromatosis and tumors are somewhat the norm with it. It’s a fairly uncommon illness and not a lot of people know what it is. Hell, I’ve had doctors google it in front of me because they weren’t certain what I was talking about. Thankfully, not very many times, but enough that I, who have had the condition my entire life, wondered if I’d said it wrong or somehow made the word up.

It’s sort of weird, but that’s beside the point.

I also ended up having to leave my job because recovery would take over a month and, as a store manager, they just didn’t have anyone to cover my position while I was gone. I’d already put off getting help for this tumor (which was causing my leg to go numb by that point) for over a year, and honestly, a job that just didn’t seem to give a damn was the last straw: I quit. Probably one of the smarter things I’d done because it never actually felt like they appreciated just how much I put into the job — but I’ll post those stories another time.

So. Surgery. Middle of summer. Not a grand time to be going. Not long before my surgery, my cat of almost 20 years had been put to sleep as well. He was having constant seizures and it just reached the point where he couldn’t go more than a few minutes without having another. Medication helped… until it didn’t. So I wasn’t in the best mental space going into it. I did, happily, have a sweet little black kitten waiting for me at home that I’d adopted in a mental mess of being desperately lonely and needing someone to be with me once the surgery was completed. It wasn’t the smartest choice I’d ever made, but… I needed him (we named him Spike.) My heart was absolutely shattered, and that tiny little baby ended up being the glue that helped me keep myself together.

Sorry, that was another tangent. Back to the point.

After we’d parked in the garage, we were walking toward the hospital and I suddenly heard a startlingly loud “meow.” My dad hadn’t heard it, but my mom and I stopped. Of course, I was immediately worried that Spike had somehow climbed into my bad without my knowledge and I’d brought him with me. I gave my bag a small shake and… nothing happened. Then I heard another meow, louder this time.

It very much was not from my bag.

I looked up, mouth open, and there, a few feet in front of my, sticking out of some stranger’s tire… was a tiny, fuzzy little black face. It even looked like my kitten… but my kitten was safe at home.

I don’t remember if I dropped my bag or immediately thrust it into my dad’s arms, but I do remember slowly inching forward, hand out toward this baby. They didn’t move, just watched me, and after sniffing my hand, they turned around and tried to climb up into the engine of the large truck.

I don’t think I ever moved so fast in my life. I almost smashed my face on the tire of the car in my rush to scoop the cat up and soon, there I was, standing there with a kitten. Not my kitten, a totally different little black kitten.

I don’t think I or my parents really knew what to think, but I wasn’t about to leave them there in a parking garage where they could get seriously hurt.

With a little begging (read: almost none at all) I convinced my dad to leave mom with me and go get the kitten looked at while I was getting surgery. I’d be unconscious, I wouldn’t even know he was gone.

The kitten ended up being a huge hit with the valet staff and they all cooed and gushed over her while my dad went inside to ask the hospital for a box of some sort to keep her in — just so we’d have her somewhere safe while he drove to the cat clinic.

We later found out that she was chip-less and, thankfully, flea-less. It didn’t appear that she had any illnesses either. She must have been very used to people (plenty of people at a hospital, I suppose) because she had no fear of all the humans petting and loving on her.

Initially, she was named Faye, but shortly after we took her in to foster her temporarily be request of the vet (who was already fully booked with kittens needing homes) we officially adopted her and passed her on to my grandmother, who lives alone. She was never a big cat person (but she loved our Owen) and we knew she was missing the dog she’d lost some years before — and cats are very independent, which is good for my grandma who doesn’t have the mobility she used to.

(Ginger, asleep on my lap the day we dropped her off with my grandma.)

Now they’re thick as thieves. She adores Ginger (yes… she did rename her all black cat Ginger. Only a little sad she didn’t keep Faye) and she’s not as lonely as she used to be. Interestingly, Ginger is a dead ringer for Spike. Dad likes to joke there’s some black tomcat running around making tons and tons of kittens and they’ve got the same father. I’m just glad we were able to help her out.

Also, the surgery ended up going well.

I actually had a dream while I was under for the surgery. Or maybe it was as the meds were working their way out of my system and I was somewhere between sleep and awake.

I was sitting on the couch in the living room by myself and Owen walked into the room carrying Spike. I knew it had to be Spike and not Faye because Spike had his little collar on. Owen ended up jumping up onto the couch and left Spike in my lap… Once he saw I took Spike into my arms, he jumped down and walked out of the room, around the corner toward the kitchen. I tried to get up and follow him, but I woke up before I could make it out of the living room.

To this day… I’m still not sure what it means, but I like to believe it was Owen’s way of saying goodbye and letting me know he knew I hadn’t just replaced him with Spike. That he knew I needed a friend with me and he was telling me that Spike had his seal of approval and everything was going to be okay…

I really hope that’s the case.

(My fuzzy little angel, Owen, in his natural state of blep.)

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membermentmania · 20 days

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August 22nd, 1:36-2:52am

“Thanks for tutoring me,” Kenny said with a smile.

“Of course. Friends look out for each other.”

“You know that’s, like, a two way street, right? Like, if you need to talk or anything. I know you have Tam, but.” He shrugged, not really sure exactly where he was going with this. He was worried about everyone and his head felt like it was in overdrive as he tried to figure out keep everyone together.

“I’ve been corrupting too fast. It’s fucking exhausting,” Wendy admitted quietly.

Kenny offered her a small nod before actually looking at her. “I understand,” he said gently. “Things have been really fucked up the past bit.”

“Do you think you could maybe accompany me on an extracurricular?”

“I thought you and Tammy were a duo?” He was mildly confused by this. He hoped they were okay. Tammy hadn’t said anything about them getting into a fight.

“We are,” she rushed out. “I just feel bad. Y’know. Pulling her further into my shit. She’s fighting more for me and getting the bare minimum out of it. The whole reason we were even at that realm when you guys showed up was because of me. Not her.”

Kenny let out a small sigh. “I understand. But you shouldn’t feel bad about that, Wends. She knows you would do the same for her. You guys are a team. We’re all a team. But, y’know.”

“I know,” she muttered. “I just want to give her some semblance of a break.”

Kenny quickly pulled out his phone, shooting off another futile text to Craig. He still sent it. He would still send them for as long as he needed to.

Craig: I’m fine.

He let out a small huff, stretching slightly before closing his locker. “Alright. Let’s go.”

“Thank you.”

Kenny waved a hand dismissively. “Don’t thank me. I’m your friend. You’re mine. Friends are supposed to look out for each other.”

He pushed open the exit doors as a shocked laugh came from her. “I don’t think looking out for your friends constitutes putting your life on the line for them.”

Kenny shrugged. He didn’t exactly know how to respond. It was different for them. He would come back, so he never hesitated if it was him or one of them. He never would. “Maybe.” He paused for a second. “Do you have leads?”

“Dovakien messaged me back an hour ago.”

“You’re worrying about this shit in school?” Kenny asked, stomach falling. Wendy had enough on her plate as it was. He couldn’t cope with doing both at the same time. It was one or the other. Right up until the final bell rang, he tried so hard to just pretend he was normal. Though, that really went to shit when Heidi disappeared.

“It’s hard to pretend everything’s fine now,” she offered quietly.

Kenny nodded in agreement. He just wished he had a way to make all of this stop. “I get that,” he muttered. “Where are we going?”

“There’s one a bit away from the square.”

“Oh, cool.”

The two continued to walk as they fell into benign conversation, sidestepping any and all issues at hand. Kenny didn’t miss the way Wendy scanned the crowds. He was doing the same thing. Any sign of Heidi or Tweek would be a massive win. Or any other magical girls that might know anything, despite the odds of that being so incredibly low.

A lure graced their ears. Kenny knew he knew that song. He’d heard it so many times. It always calmed him down whenever he heard it. The quiet piano was soft at first, slowly melting into something a bit more dynamic. “What is that?” he asked quietly.

A laugh bubbled out of her. “Why do you think I would know it?”

He made a face. Sorry, Tam. “Tammy may or may have not went on a tangent about you always knowing what songs are coming from them.”

She looked up at him with slightly furrowed brows. “In a good way or a bad way?”

Kenny’s eyes widened a bit in surprise. “She thinks it’s really cool. She could never say a bad thing about you.”

Wendy’s face softened. “Really?”

“Totally. You know Tam adores you.”

A ghost of a smile appeared. “Yeah.”

Kenny wanted to rejoice and call Tammy and scream at her with excitement. This was definitely a mutual feeling. Tammy wouldn’t admit it, but she also wasn’t vehemently denying it. But at the moment, they didn’t have the pleasure of normalcy. He tried to will away the small bit of sadness ebbing at him. Everyone’s going to be fine. It’s fine. He would keep telling himself that until anything otherwise was confirmed. And when everything got better, he’d laugh himself silly as he played matchmaker, probably with Kyle now that he’s all giddy over having a boyfriend.

“It’s Nocturne, opus nine, number two. Chopin.”

“Thank you,” he breathed out. They trailed down the alley, past the few people passing that ignored its call completely. He ran a thumb across his ring, transforming as they walked. Wendy put a hand in her pocket and her clothes went white. “Say, Wends. How do you transform?”

She laughed quietly. “The girls and I all thought you had to tap it to your forehead to make it work. Then we saw you guys were very obviously not doing that.” She pulled out a small white rabbit on a keychain. It was cute. Wait.

“Holy shit, you’re Alice in wonderland.”

Another laugh bubbled out. “Please don’t start. Tammy’s been all over that.”

He laughed. “Fine. Anyways.”

“I just tap his head twice. Definitely a lot easier.”

He nodded. “Alright, Miss Liddell, you ready?”

“Oh my god, I will shoot you.”

He laughed, raising his hands in mock surrender. “I’m done! Swear!”

She playfully rolled her eyes before closing them. With a small white glow, a pistol was sitting in her hand. “Do you need anything?”

“Spare pistol would be nice.”

She nodded, passing him the one in her hand before making another one. He slid it through his belt and they exchanged a nod before stepping forward, letting themselves be pulled in.

Whenever realms were completely full of color, it threw Kenny off slightly. A lot of them were primarily in gray scale. Maybe some muted colors thrown in there. That’s how almost all of them were until recently. But with the very obvious uptick in angels, more variation came with them. Now that he was aware of whatever the storm was, he figured that was a safe bet as to why this was happening. They were getting stronger. What was once something that was scary but manageable was slowly becoming something they’d need bigger groups for. He didn’t want to think about it. They were fine in pairs for now. More purifiers would be able to be rationed if they stayed in pairs. He shook his head, the thought leaving him completely as he took in his surroundings.

All he could see around him was a soft pink with fluffy pink clouds floating about. Little swirls of yellow would dance by above them. Different colored shapes slowly manifested from nothing, immediately losing their sharpness and becoming bubbly before actually popping. Kenny’s unease quickly melted into something more bubbly. All feelings of disorientation transformed into something more entranced. Everything about his senses that once felt grounded was now drifting into something more dreamlike as haze started to consume him.

A giggle bubbled out of Wendy. He looked over, smiling at the sweet noise. He never noticed how melodic her laughs were. “What’s so funny?” he asked, smile growing.

“This place is so cool,” she whispered. “It’s almost like a dream.”

Another shape popped up, catching Wendy’s attention. She pointed with a quiet gasp. Kenny turned his head. At first he thought he saw jagged letters that he should’ve recognized. Something familiar that should’ve filled him with dread. But it was just a simple sign.

‘Tea Party Ahead!’

The font was bubbly and fun. Wendy nudged him. “Can we go?”

“Never took you for a tea party person,” he teased.

She made a face at him. “I love tea parties.”

A quiet laugh escaped him. “Me too. Let’s go.”

Wendy linked their arms together and marched forward. They walked until they came into a room. There was a huge table, lined with ornate tea sets. Treat towers stood high, each tier containing something different. It felt so natural. The two stepped in together, fun conversation spewing about them. Gossip that felt like they’d had been sitting on for far too long came out as they took seats next to each other.

“Hi guys!” Kyle greeted with a smile.

“Holy shit, you guys are here?!” Wendy squeaked.

They were all there. Everyone. Happily laughing, drinking tea, eating snacks together. Kenny found himself lost in the sight for a moment as Wendy quickly joined the conversation. But there were two people here he didn’t recognize. At the head of the table was a girl with long black hair and bright blue eyes. Off to the side, sitting in between Stan and Kyle was a boy that almost looked like Craig. But Craig was very clearly in between the girl and Tweek. “Who are those two?” Kenny asked with a giggle.

Red smiled at him brightly. She pointed to the girl. “That’s Jenny! She’s super cool. This is her house.” She pointed to the boy. “That’s Damien. He was her friend from before. They became friends because his friend got stolen from him. He doesn’t talk though.”

The questions about that statement immediately vanished the second they came on. “Oh! That’s cool! Hi!”

Jenny smiled at him. “Nice to meet you.”

“You too!”

“Just let me know if you want anything!”

It was so welcoming. Kenny quickly lapsed into the conversation unfolding before him. He wasn’t sure how long it’d been going on, but he watched all of his friends interact with delight. But as time went on, something off putting started to ebb at him. Stan and Kyle had not said a word to each other. Tweek hadn’t said a word. Heidi hadn’t either. They’d been here for so long. Right? When do we go home again? His eyes widened slightly as pure terror consumed him. Then he saw it. The tiniest glimmer of pure light amongst the bubbly pink atmosphere. Then he couldn’t unsee it. More white started to flurry about. They were jagged. Discord. Fuck. Oh fuck. He took a deep breath, willing his face back into neutrality. He slowly shifted his gaze towards Jenny. She was something out of those car safety videos. Just a large doll, discord glimmering around her. He slowly looked back to see the same thing. All of them. The only people actually there were Wendy and himself.

Alarm bells were screaming in his head at this point, everyone else seemingly unaware that he’d become aware. He had to be quick. He carefully adjusted, taking his hand off the table and reaching for his belt. He glanced back at Jenny, but he could no longer tell where she was looking. At least he could still tell where her head was. He hoped a single shot would be enough. Otherwise he’d have to worry about twelve döppels.

He couldn’t think about that. He’d get Wendy out of the way and clear this place if he had to, worst case. He quickly drew his gun, firing at Jenny before anything could react. Black blood shot outwards and he let out a genuine sigh of relief as white warped around the angel before leaving purifiers in its wake.

Wendy blinked hard as the world started to warp around them. “What the fuck just happened?” she asked with disbelief.

“Weird dream world realm.” He blinked hard, rubbing at his eye with the heel of his hand. “Fuck,” he muttered.

She let out a quiet sigh as she picked up the purifiers. There were seven. “It was a nice dream while it lasted, right?” she asked with a sad smile.

He nodded, fully understanding the feeling. “We’ll be okay. Let me walk you home.”

“Okay.”

The pit in Kenny’s stomach came back with a fury as he started to come back with himself. “Hold on,” he muttered. He quickly turned his microphone access on and called Kyle. It rang out to voicemail. He tried Stan, getting the same result. He tried Craig next. “Hey, I’m just checking in on you.”

“I’m fin̾e.” Kenny shook his head as if that would do something. He didn’t sound right at all.

“Are you going out today?”

“Sę̼͑eing Tẃ̷e̅̎ė͔̐k,” he muttered. The line went dead and Kenny’s stomach dropped infinitely.

“Fuck.”

“What?” Wendy asked. Kenny started tapping at his phone wildly, trying to pull up Craig’s location. “Kenny, what?”

“We have to go. Right now.” She nodded and followed after him when he took off running. They weren’t far. His lungs felt like he was on fire as he repeatedly pressed the call button on Craig’s contact, repeating the cycle each time his phone went to voicemail.

The sky completely darkened. There was the slowly setting sun, and then there was pure darkness. Kenny halted as he fully registered the sight before him. Black lighting was shooting up wildly into the sky. Smog flooded outwards. He shook his head. In the middle of it all were two figures, practically encased in flurries of discord. He’d never seen an angel hatch. He didn’t hesitate. Two rounds.

The white ceased immediately, and for a split second he could see them clear as day. That was Tweek and Craig. Then there was nothing except deep black blood, littering the ground where they once were. No.

“What the fuck was that?” Wendy whispered shakily.

“That was-” His voice failed him. “Why?” he choked out. That was- Genuine horror flooded in.

“They corrupted.”

“I-”

“It’s okay,” she choked out.

Kenny looked at her and blinked hard before pulling her into a tight hug. “It’s okay,” he repeated.

It wasn’t okay. None of this was okay. Wendy managed to take control of the situation as they numbly walked back to the dilapidated red house. She’d texted everyone. Called everyone that they needed to meet urgently. At some point, she said very carefully, “We can’t tell them about this.” Kenny just offered her a nod.

Kenny felt like he blinked and he was walking down into the basement. Everyone was there, save for Stan, Tweek, and Craig. “Where’s Stan?” he asked shakily.

Then he got a good look at Kyle. He was practically catatonic. “Dead,” he whispered. Everyone slowly turned to look at him. “We went to go fight an angel,” he said, practically choking on the words. Fresh tears sprung out against splotchy skin. “We didn’t think-It was early. We should’ve been fine.” He wouldn’t look at anyone.

Kenny couldn’t either. He didn’t know how to get the words out. More guilt flooded in. Accompanied by terror and pure grief. How the fuck did this happen?

Marjorine sprang over, pulling him into a tight hug. “I’m so sorry,” she whispered, trying her very best to conceal the waver in her voice.

Kenny saw Wendy wipe at her face. “Tweek and Craig are also,” she said quietly. All eyes were on her. “Craig found Tweek. We saw them by chance. We followed them into a realm, but it was fucked. They didn’t make it.”

“What?” Clyde whispered.

He looked directly at Kenny and Kenny felt bile creep up his throat. “I’m sorry,” he got out.

Clyde looked at him, wide eyed, shaking slightly. He gave him a slow nod. Tears slipped out and Kenny never hated himself more than he did at this moment. He did this. The room plunged into silence.

Bebe wiped at her face, blue green eyes glossed over and red. She was the first one to break the silence after what felt like years. “Everyone go home,” she whispered hoarsely. “We’ll regroup tomorrow.”

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heyiwrotesomethings · 3 years

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Assassin

Shinobu Kochou x She/Her Reader Modern AU

A/N: Holy buckets Shinobu Community, this is a long one. I started this one in May, but I think at least two thirds of this was written just this December and then when I thought, ‘oh yeah, this is good’, I went and wrote a whole other tangent that probably could be it’s own thing or a part two. I like it, I think it’s kinda funny, but totally unnecessary. I’m just keeping it all together for simplicity. Warning for character not yet introduced in the anime, death, and a smidge of sexual themes. Thanks for reading, Happy New Year! Word Count: ~7,7070

“Hi love,” (Y/n) cheerfully greeted once she picked up her phone, “you better not be calling to tell me you’re missing dinner again.” She added a bit tersely as an after thought. Shinobu had been very busy lately and usually these calls were to tell (Y/n) she’d be home late or she needed to stay at the lab over night. (Y/n) was usually very empathetic and understanding of Shinobu’s work and how important it was to her, but the pharmacist had promised, come hell or high water, that they would have dinner together tonight and (Y/n) had really been looking forward to it.

“Right to it I see...” Shinobu sighed into the receiver, “(Y/n), I am so, so sorry, but something really big has come up that I have to take care of.” She said, sounding genuinely contrite.

“It’s... It’s okay,” (Y/n) shrugged and forced a smile to her face though Shinobu couldn’t see her.

“No it’s not,” Shinobu disagreed in a hushed tone, “I have every intention of making this up to you as soon as I can but right now can you tell me where you are?”

“I’m at home.” (Y/n) answered as if it should have been obvious. She bit her lip to stop herself from adding, ‘like you should be,’ to the end of it.

“Okay, good.” Shinobu spoke up after a stretch of silence. “Everything is locked up, right?”

“I’m sure it is.” (Y/n) smiled more earnestly, “You have got to be the most paranoid person I know.”

“I just want to know that you’re safe. Can you check the security system for me, please?”

“Yes Lady Paranoia, just give me a second.” (Y/n) shook her head as she walked to the security pad in the kitchen. When she saw that all the little buttons were green she confirmed her findings with Shinobu. “Everything looks right to me. Don’t you have an app you could have used to check these things? You could have used that.”

“You’re always right, sweetheart.” Shinobu replied distractedly. (Y/n) could hear a faint rustling from the other end before Shinobu spoke again. “I love you, I’ll be home as soon as I can, okay?”

“Alright, love you too. Don’t overwork yourself too hard.”

And with that, they disconnected their call and (Y/n) groaned, looking over the meal she had worked so hard to make.

“Well, the leftovers will taste just as good.” She mumbled to herself before shoveling what she wasn’t going to eat into a few containers and placing them neatly into the fridge. Then she took her plate into the living room and turned on the tv, flopping onto the couch and wrinkling the nice outfit she had changed into for dinner.

She zoned out watching some baking competition marathon and had nearly fallen asleep when a harsh bang snapped her eyes wide open. The living room was dark and the tv was off. (Y/n) didn’t remember turning anything off before she had dozed off.

Another loud bang had her jumping to her feet and fumbling with the light switch.

“A power outage?” She hissed as a third bang rammed against her door. She turned the flashlight button of her phone on and jogged to the kitchen. The security system was down so there was no checking the cameras to see who, or what, was at the door.

Another loud bang and the crunch of wood had (Y/n) running to the upstairs bathroom and locking the door behind her.

“What the fuck!” She whimpered, dialing emergency services and holding her phone to her ear. “Hello?” She whispered, “Someone is breaking into my house. I— they’re coming up the stairs!”

“Just stay quiet and get to somewhere you can lock the door. I’ve already traced your location and have a unit on the way.” The dispatcher advised.

(Y/n) stayed where she was, hidden behind the laundry hamper in the dark bathroom as heavy footprints became louder. Her breath caught in her throat as the bathroom door rattled.

“Found you.” A gruff voice declared, “Open the door and we can make this as smooth as possible.”

(Y/n) stayed quiet, her heart thumping loudly in her chest. The person on the other side clicked their tongue.

“Listen, I don’t want to hurt a girl, but I will have to if you don’t get out here.”

“The police are on their way! You had better leave right now!” (Y/n) warned, clutching her phone tightly to her ear.

“Then I guess we don’t have time to waste.” The man grumbled, bringing the door down with one strong kick.

“Heee has pink hair, aan—and tattoos and—!”

“Enough of that!” The man growled, yanking the phone out of (Y/n)’s grasp and smashing it against the wall, the light it had been emitting flickered and dimmed.

(Y/n) yelled and struggled against the man while he tried to restrain her.

“Stop! Why are you doing this?” (Y/n) screamed, hitting the man’s back as hard as she could.

“You can blame that poison laced bitch you live with for all of this.” The man spat bitterly, tightening his hold over (Y/n) as he dragged her out of the house and into the driver seat of an unmarked car.

“What!?” (Y/n) shrieked, “You’re crazy! What are you talking about?”

“Just stay in the car, don’t turn on the ignition until I’m in the passenger seat.”

“Why would I do anything you ask?” (Y/n) spat back.

“Because if you don’t,” he pulled out a gun, “I’ll have to shoot you.”

(Y/n) felt the blood drain from her face, flinching when her car door was slammed shut. She dared not turn on the car and floor it because her assailant kept the gun trained on her through the windshield as he rounded the car. When he reached the passenger door he opened it and got inside, the gun never wavering.

“Now turn on the car and drive. I’ll tell you when to turn. Just do as I say, I don’t want to have to hurt you anymore than I already have.” He said.

With trembling hands (Y/n) turned on the car and followed the man’s instructions, finding herself at some grand mansion surrounded by a dense forest in the middle of nowhere. She had half expected to be driving into the woods to make it convenient for her kidnapper to hide her body. Never had she expected to be led up a well lit private road and made to park right out side the front entrance of an impressive mansion.

She was told to turn off the car and wait for the man to come around to her side. He then motioned her out of the car and told her to walk in front of him into the warmly lit estate, teeming with other men patrolling the premises. They hardly gave (Y/n) a glance. Just what kind of world had she fallen into?

They walked into a spotless lobby and took an elevator up several floors before traversing many hallways. So many in fact that (Y/n) quickly forgot which direction they came from. Eventually they stopped at a fancily carved door and the pink-haired man knocked twice before a voice called from inside, granting him permission to enter.

“Akaza! You’ve got our little bargaining chip. Well done my dear friend! You’ll be paid handsomely for this I promise you!” A cheery voice called once they entered.

“Quiet, you’re going to cause yourself to have another fit.” The man, Akaza, frowned, pushing (Y/n) forward.

“Oh but I’m in such a good mood! Soon the pretty woman who poisoned me will be giving me my antidote so all is well!”

“What is going on?” (Y/n) tried again, still unable to trace exactly how she got into this situation.

“Don’t be frightened, come closer.” The new man beckoned. (Y/n) was in no position to refuse and sat in front of the man lying dramatically over an absurdly luxurious couch. He looked sickly, big black bags under his eyes made the swirling colors of his irises stand out even more than they probably already did.

“Mm, well just look at you!” He chuckled, “You are quite lovely looking yourself. I can’t wait for our other guest of honor to make her appearance.” He grinned, flashing brilliant white teeth.

“I do hope we can get to know each other better in the meantime. Here, I’ll go first. I’m Douma, what’s your name?”

(Y/n) kept her mouth shut something told her this man was dangerous despite how sickly he appeared. She shouldn’t give him any information if she could help it.

“Aw, don’t be like that. We can be friends, can’t we? Just because your little friend is trying to kill me doesn’t mean we can’t like each other, hm?”

“What are you talking about?” (Y/n) asked for at least the third time tonight.

“Do you really not know? Ooo, what a big secret that little woman has been keeping from you. I’m afraid I don’t know her real name, she came up to me as ‘Yumeko’ at a club a few days ago. I really thought we were hitting it off,” he pouted, “she was bringing me drinks, we danced... it was a hell of a night and I was so disappointed when she had to cut our fun short. Turns out, the little minx is quite the accomplished assassin. Her M.O. is poisons and throughout the night she had given me quite the dosage.”

“Stop.” (Y/n) interrupted sharply, the man only smiled at her as he waited for her to continue. “I don’t know what the hell you are talking about. I’m sorry that happened to you, but I don’t know anyone who would act like that and do those things, least of all my wife!”

“Wife!” Douma shouted with glee, “This just gets better and better! Akaza, be a dear and show the pretty lady the picture.” Douma asked with a wave of his hand, his eyes never leaving (Y/n)’s.

Akaza grumbled incoherently, shoving a wrinkled photograph into (Y/n)’s hand. (Y/n) blinked at the photo before scrutinizing it closely. The woman in the photo was wearing a black cocktail dress and heels to match. No ring to be seen. Shiny, long, black hair and strange wisteria colored lipstick nearly made (Y/n) open her mouth to yell at the men around her that the woman in the photograph looked nothing like her Shinobu, but then she focused in on the face.

The slight up curve of those oddly colored lips, the shape of her nose, those deep purple eyes...

“She looks familiar doesn’t she?” Douma broke (Y/n) from her thoughts. “I’m sorry you had to find out like that. It must be hard to know she’s not at all who you thought she was.”

“It’s not her.” (Y/n) denied.

“Oh, but it is isn’t it? She was so flirty and I’m sure you noticed she wasn’t wearing a ring. I hadn’t realized she was married. Her lips were so soft when she kissed me on the cheek I nearly melted.”

“Shut up, Shinobu wouldn’t do that!” (Y/n) snapped.

“Ah, so Shinobu is her name. Or, well, at least it’s the one she gave you I suppose. I wonder just how honest she has been with you in all of this.”

“I said shut the hell up!”

“I don’t think I like the tone you’re taking with me,” Douma frowned, placing a hand over his chest, “I only want to be your friend here. We have a lot in common, don’t you see? Bamboozled by the same woman!”

(Y/n) was about ready to leap from her seat and deck the man in the face, but it seemed Akaza knew what she wanted to do before even she fully realized it. He grabbed her shoulder roughly and kept her pinned to the ornate chair with a growl.

“Don’t do anything stupid now.” He husked, tapping the gun against the arm of (Y/n)’s chair to remind her of its presence.

As a bead of sweat rolled down (Y/n)’s cheek, Douma giggled before succumbing to a violent coughing fit that racked his whole body. Once he managed to somewhat catch his breath, he leaned forward and rested his chin on the back of his hand.

“Oh, I think I really like you.” He hummed, making (Y/n) shiver.

“Tell you what, once I get my antidote and my revenge on Yumeko, Shinobu, or whatever her name is, I’ll take you with me on my upcoming vacation overseas. I’m a wealthy man, I could make you very comfortable,” he leans further in, causing (Y/n) to lean back, “Though you see, I’m a man with a rather refined pallet,” he snatched (Y/n)’s hand before she could even blink and ghosted his nose over her quivering knuckles, “Could I perhaps trouble you for a finger or two? A rib—”

A loud crash accompanied by the sound of broken glass from the large, bay windows tinkling against the waxed marble floor and Douma’s hand let go of (Y/n)’s to tend to the sudden wound his opposite arm had received. Akaza rushed to settle the other man and himself behind the couch, sounding off his own gun in the direction the shot had come from in the trees close by.

“Really, Tomioka? Aren’t you supposed to be one of the best snipers in Japan?” Shinobu griped as she jumped through the window.

“You nudged me.”

“I did not, don’t blame me for your own inability to do your job.”

“...”

(Y/n) whipped her head in the direction of the all too familiar voice, but quickly found herself curled up on the floor as shots volleyed on either side of her.

“No need to fight back so aggressively, Akaza, back up won’t be coming anytime soon. There is still a chance you’ll make it out of this alive if you run without that dead weight dragging you down.” The voice, that was so obviously Shinobu, called.

Shinobu and Giyuu came fully into view once Akaza cursed, his gun clicking without the deafening bang of a bullet to accompany it. He threw the gun at Giyuu’s head, momentarily distracting him, and lunged for Shinobu, only for her to quickly dodge and reveal another person running up to meet Akaza’s strike with one of his own.

“Nice hit, Rengoku-san. I knew I could count on you.” Shinobu praised while Giyuu side-eyed her.

“Anything for a friend! This guy has been on my list for awhile now anyway!” Kyoujirou grinned before giving the pink haired man all of his attention, “We finally meet again!”

“Kyoujirou, how are you still alive?” Akaza grinned wildly in return, swiping blood away from his nose. “I seem to recall leaving you bleeding out in an alleyway!”

“It’ll take more than that to stamp out the fire in my heart!”

The pair began their own fight, seemingly forgetting everyone else in the room. They tumbled out of the smashed window to the manicured garden below, leaving distruction in their wake as they fought hand to hand. And as interesting as their fight was, only (Y/n) seemed to have been paying much attention to it as it unfolded, but for not much longer.

(Y/n) let out a startled squeak as she was suddenly, and quite clumsily, jerked to the side by Douma.

“Let her go, you worthless bastard.” Shinobu said, an eerie edge to her voice.

“Aww, I don’t think I will. No, it would be foolish to give up my only leverage against you,” one of Douma’s hands slid beneath (Y/n)’s jaw and gripped her neck, making her jump and gasp. His skin was somehow deathly cold, yet wet with sweat at the same time.

“I said,” Shinobu gritted out, clicking the hammer back on her own gun as Giyuu looked on, “let her go, now.”

“Are you really so confident in your firearm skills?” Douma laughed, “I don’t think you are. Otherwise, why not put a bullet in my brain in the first place?”

“Well, normally I wouldn’t have to be firearm savvy. Not when I had poisoned you so thoroughly. You should have been dead three times over by now, how incredibly annoying of you.” Shinobu said, subtly trying to find an opening around (Y/n)’s body to shoot the monster in human form holding her hostage.

“Aw, Unfortunately for you The Princess Bride is one of my favorite movies. What do you think? Do I make a good Dread Pirate Roberts?”

“You’d make a great grease stain on the side of a highway.” Shinobu shot back, giving Giyuu a venomous look when he covered her pistol hand with his and lowered her gun.

Giyuu then trained his own gun on the target, looking for an opening to present itself. Douma’s use of (Y/n) as a shield left little other option than to wait.

As much as she’d loathe to admit it, Tomioka’s silent judgement was correct. Shinobu was no marksman, even if her anger towards her target wasn’t already clouding her judgement, her best shot still would be hazardous. If she hit (Y/n) by mistake, she’d never be able to forgive herself.

“I’m pretty adept at using a human shield, aren’t I? What a unusual talent!” Douma laughed, still in good humor. (Y/n) tried to flinch away from his voice, but Douma held her in a bruising grip that greatly contrasted his carefree tone.

“Now, here is what we’re going to do, Yumeko, sorry, Shinobu, you give me my antidote, I take said antidote, and then, you give me an hour head start and I’ll drop off this lovely woman somewhere along the way. How does that sound?”

“Do you think I’m stupid?” Shinobu all but screamed at the man, “I know everything about you, sick fuck! I’ve been chasing after you for nearly fourteen years now— half of my life!”

“Oh, obsessed with me are you? Familiar with my work?”

“Obsessed, with you? Hardly. However, revenge for my sister’s life has been something I’ve been dreaming of ever since I was called in to identify her remains.”

“Oh, Shinobu...” (Y/n) immediately began to tear up, understanding exactly what Shinobu was talking about.

She could remember learning about the tragedy of Kanae’s death vividly. She and Shinobu had only been dating for about six months when the then med student had become more closed-off and quick to snap over the week.

(Y/n) assumed it had to be finals stress, so after her own late evening final, she picked up some of Shinobu’s favorite food and showed up at her apartment to surprise her. When she knocked on the door, she was met with a broken ghost of the normally confident and good-humored woman she knew.

She quickly gathered Shinobu in her arms and held her tight, Shinobu holding onto her even tighter. That night, they sat huddled together on the couch while Shinobu told (Y/n) about the murder of her older sister that had taken place a few years prior on a very similar cold winter’s night.

And now here (Y/n) was, in the clutches of her sister-in-law’s killer.

“Your sister?” Douma blinked, “Tell me, which one was she?”

“I don’t want you to even think about her.” Shinobu sneered, rapidly losing whatever patience she had left, “Just get away from my wife and die already!”

“Oh yes, how could I forget that you two are married?” Douma exclaimed with a scandalized, theatrical gasp. “Wow, apologies my new friend, I somehow forgot that it was your wife that was running around behind your back kissing other people all night. Perhaps even doing more unsavory activities. ‘Probably out clubbing and having fun every night while you stayed home alone and none the wiser waiting for—”

“Do you know how to shut the fuck up?” (Y/n) fumed, her face burning with anger and embarrassment.

Now wasn’t the time to unpack all of what Shinobu’s secret life may entail. She kept her line of sight away from Shinobu, not wanting to see what expression her face may hold. What her eyes might give away. She had to push it all away for now because thinking about it hurt terribly. All (Y/n) wanted to think about right now was getting the hell away from her captor.

Surprising everyone, she whipped her head back into Douma’s face with a sickening crunch. When his hand reflexively moved to cover his gushing nose, (Y/n) lurched forward, exposing Douma’s face and giving Giyuu just the opening he needed to finish the job.

The back of Douma’s head exploded outward and he slumped backward with a dull thud as he hit the marble floor below. His once vivid rainbow irises quickly grew dull as blood pooled around his body. It was a kinder death than he deserved.

(Y/n) stumbled to her feet on shaky legs, the sound of the pistol, though significantly muted by the silencer, was ringing in her ears. She flinched when Shinobu’s body made contact with her own. The other woman’s hands cradled her face before sliding down to wrap around her shoulders.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” Shinobu fervently apologized, her voice catching in her throat, smoothing her hands over (Y/n)’s back several times as she pulled her lover away from the fresh corpse. “Are you alright? I’ll explain everything to you, I swear. I’m so sorry. I never wanted you to get hurt. I love you so much and I was so scared when I couldn’t find you. You mean everything to me, please look at me. It’s not at all what that bastard made it sound like—“

“I- I just…” (Y/n) rubbed vigorously at her eyes, she paused a moment to breathe, trying to find relief from the tightness in her throat, “I want to go home. I just want to go home.”

“Of course, sweetheart. Whatever you want, anything you need, you only need to say it.” Shinobu soothed, cradling (Y/n) as best she could side to side. She began guiding (Y/n) towards the exit, only stopping momentarily to tell Giyuu to take care of the clean up and to make sure Kyoujirou was doing okay.

Once outside, the couple passed several incapacitated people strewn about the property. As Shinobu helped (Y/n) into car she had never seen before that her wife seemed to be familiar with, (Y/n) tried to ask her about the people littering the ground.

“Are all these people… did you?”

“Dead? Some of them are, some of them will die from their injuries later on and some will probably make it.” Shinobu confirmed with a frown as she buckled herself into the driver’s seat.

“I know you won’t like hearing this but I did what I had to do. All of these guys are scum, I promise you. You don’t work for a freak like Douma without having a few skeletons in your own closet.”

“Will the men you came with be okay?” (Y/n) asked, watching the mansion grow further away in the rear view mirror.

“Rengoku is probably having the time of his life right now and Tomioka is always so dour so it’s hard to tell. They’re used to this line of work anyhow so they’ll be fine, yes.”

“So are you… seeing either of them or—!”

Shinobu unexpectedly breaked, stopping the car to turn to (Y/n), her expression already beseeching her to lose that train of thought.

“Never, (Y/n). I’d never do that to you. You’ve always been it for me, there is no one else that could ever make me feel the way you do. I don’t need anyone else but you, I love you.” Shinobu drew in a shaky breath, a tear escaped only to be quickly wiped away.

“I hate myself for making you ever believe that I could do something so vile. And I wish I could ask you not to doubt me, but we both know that I have never been completely honest with you and— and I wanted to tell you about all of this, but, but damn it, (Y/n) I’m so selfish and broken. I know it’s no excuse, but had I told you about what I do, what I’ve been doing since I was sixteen, would you really have stayed with me?”

(Y/n) wiped desperately at her own face now. She hadn’t seen Shinobu look so unkempt for any other occasion than her sister’s death anniversary. Her heart ached to reach out for her so she did, and Shinobu quickly latched into the offered hand, pressing the back of it to her trembling lips in a tentative kiss. Shinobu held her eyes firmly shut, using the hand in her grasp to ground her.

“Will you tell me about it, Shinobu?” (Y/n) asked after a long minute of labored breaths between the two of them. “About everything?”

Finally Shinobu opened her eyes, looking directly back into (Y/n)’s, the woman in the passenger seat felt every syllable against her hand as she answered with immense sincerity.

“Everything.” She nodded.

They took a few moments to collect themselves before Shinobu began driving again. The ride home was silent, save for the occasional sniffle and when they passed a few speeding ambulances the atmosphere grew tenser still, but eventually they made it home.

Only for (Y/n) to remember that the power was off and the inside of the house was likely heavily damaged as evident by the door lying on the ground.

“It’s alright,” Shinobu tried to assure, “we can just stay at a hotel for awhile. I’m just going to get some things and try to secure the door. I’ll call people in the morning to fix everything up.” Before Shinobu could escape— er, exit, the tension filled vehicle, (Y/n) gripped her jacket.

“Don’t leave me alone.” She rushed.

Shinobu’s heart could have just about break for the umpteenth time that night. She mumbled a quiet promise, and they left the car to enter the house together. They quietly gathered a few bags of clothes and toiletries by flashlight and Shinobu uprighted the door, pounding it into place so it at least looked stable, and then they were off again.

Shinobu set them up with an all too nice hotel room and hovered over (Y/n) as she went through her bag for her toothbrush.

“Can I get you anything? Are you, um, hungry, at all?” Shinobu asked, sounding nothing like her often self-assured self.

“I’m fine. I’m the one who made it to dinner after all.” (Y/n) muttered as she passed Shinobu on the way to the bathroom. “You should get something for yourself though.” With that, she entered the bathroom, clicking the door shut behind her.

Looking in the mirror, she noticed light bruising along her arms, likely from when Akaza got too rough with her. They paled in comparison to the darker finger shaped ones pressed into her neck. Her hand shook as she gently prodded the skin before quickly looking away from her reflection to start the shower.

After taking what was probably the longest shower of her life, she exited the bathroom in a fog of hot steam. Shinobu, who had been waiting anxiously on the bed instantly sat up at attention, watching (Y/n) get into her pajamas and hoping for some kind of positive acknowledgment even if she didn’t feel like she deserved it.

Once dressed, (Y/n) slipped into the bed and immediately felt like she had been hit with a dump trucks worth of wet sand. She let out a pained groan and sunk into the bed as far is it would allow and Shinobu hovered over her, edging closer to (Y/n)’s side.

“Are you alright? Should we have gone to the clinic?” She asked worriedly.

“Oh, do you even really work at that clinic?” (Y/n) mumbled.

“I do.” Shinobu answered truthfully, not letting (Y/n)’s tone affect her own. “I truly do like helping people, those who deserve it anyway. The clinic is advantageous to me in that I pretty much have free reign over the pharmaceuticals. It made it easy to gather supplies for my hits.” She revealed.

“Hits.” (Y/n) repeated with a shockingly understanding cadence. “So you would gather what you needed for your poisons and such from the clinic’s pharmaceuticals lab. Then you… then you go out and kill people.”

“Yes.” Shinobu answered candidly.

“How many?”

Shinobu mulled it over for a moment before sighing tiredly, “I started out when I was sixteen so it’s been about twelve years… I’d estimate not much more than ninety. A hundred at the most.”

“I’d have figured it be more.”

“I can’t just go killing people everyday, dear.” Shinobu said, almost trying to sound humorous. “All the real work is in the gathering of intelligence. Learning habits, haunts, personality, connections… that sort of thing.”

“Like with Douma at the club? Was dancing and kissing him all a part of gathering intel?” (Y/n) couldn’t help but ask.

“No, no at that point I was working on killing him.” Shinobu’s face darkened as she recalled that infuriating night.

“I had all the intel I thought I needed after years of following leads. All the dead ends it took to get there made me impatient I suppose. I should have taken more time, but I had been waiting so long to find him and kill him with my very own special poison. It’s true that I buttered him up, bought him drinks and pretended to make him feel special, but it was all a means to an end, his end. Unfortunately, I must have been compromised somewhere along the way because he had developed a tolerance to my poison and clung to life when he should have been gurgling and choking on his last breath by sunrise.”

(Y/n) nodded thoughtfully, a delicate frown upon her lips. Had it been any other situation, Shinobu would swoop down and kiss that frown away, but she knew she had to give (Y/n) her space for the time being, however hard that may be.

“I can understand why you did all that. I know what he did to your sister and to a lot of other people, but once you had all this information, why didn’t you just go to the police? Why be an…”

“Assassin?”

(Y/n) nodded.

“The police are unreliable fools and easily bought. Douma, previously the unnamed Cold Devourer Serial Killer, as you may have gathered was insanely rich. He paid plenty of crooked cops to muddy up his involvement in several killings over the years, including Kanae’s. And you saw our house, not an officer to be seen. Already paid off before you got to his mansion probably. Even if I somehow managed to bring my case to the courts, he was so damn rich he could just flee the country or make some kind of deal to get out of prison. It was best to just do everything myself. I couldn’t trust anyone.”

“Not even me?”

“I do trust you.” Shinobu lamented “I wanted to tell you, but I was a coward. It was easier just to hide it. I had convinced myself it would be safer if you didn’t know, but it was all just wishful thinking. I should have told you when we had started getting serious. I can never apologize enough for not doing so.”

“Okay, fine.” (Y/n) snapped at Shinobu without really meaning to. It had just been such a long night. “Why not just focus on Douma then? Why did you kill all those other people?”

“Practice. Experience.” Shinobu replied, massaging the back of her neck. “I needed to hone my craft, discover how I best operate. If I went after him and he slipped through my fingers, that could have very well been it. I needed to manipulate and kill those other people to get to Douma. It’s not like they didn’t deserve it either. They were all terrible people.”

“Did you use manipulation a lot? Like at clubs and stuff.” (Y/n) knew they had already lightly covered the subject, but she couldn’t let it go, not yet. Shinobu seemed to understand that.

“I have flirted, bought drinks, and danced with many of my targets. I’ve done a lot of things I’m not proud of but I swear I’ve never gone farther than a kiss on the cheek or a faux gentle touch. Even if my lips, the alcohol or my nail polish were laced with poison at the time, I was always wishing I could be with you instead. I know it’s probably not what you want to hear right now, but it’s true. It may not seem so, but I’ve always been loyal to you for as long as we’ve been together.”

“Are you going to keep working?” (Y/n) whispered. She loved Shinobu, of course she did. She believed what she was being told, but didn’t think she could handle knowing that Shinobu was going out and flirting with other people. Even if that did spell out their demise. Maybe she was more of a jealous person than she realized.

“No, I’m done. I’ve wanted to be done for a long time. I just needed justice for Kanae first. There are still bad people out there, but all I want now is to spend every moment I can with you if you’ll let me.” Shinobu swore, searching for (Y/n)’s hand beneath the covers. She felt relief when (Y/n) met her half way.

“I want that too,” (Y/n) expressed with a tired smile, “very much.”

“I don’t deserve you.” Shinobu weakly smiled in return.

“You deserve everything and I’ll happily take my place on the tippy top of that list. Don’t get me wrong, I’m feeling all sorts of emotions right now, but that will never change how I feel about you at my core. I love you.” (Y/n) tried to stifle a yawn and Shinobu simpered.

“I love you too, so much. You should try to sleep now my sweet girl, you look exhausted.”

“You’ll stay with me tonight, right? I don’t think I could handle being alone right now.”

Shinobu maneuvered to lie beneath the covers and cuddled up beside her wife, gently knocking their heads together.

“This night and every night afterwards.” She promised, placing a kiss on the corner of her lips to test the waters. She was beyond relieved when (Y/n) turned her head for their lips to connect fully. It was a short kiss, but the emotion felt was timeless.

(Y/n) dug her face into Shinobu’s chest and passed out almost immediately, making Shinobu chuckle despite the events that led her poor wife to be so thoroughly exhausted. Not feeling very tired herself yet after years of little to no sleep, she held (Y/n) in her arms and focused on the gentle rise and fall of her chest against her ribs, feeling lighter than she had in a very long time.

“Nee-san,” she whispered, “I hope you will finally be at peace. You don’t have to worry about me anymore. I promise to live for myself now. (Y/n) has been so patient with me… I have a lot of time to make up for.”

***

It was almost lunchtime when (Y/n) was awoken by obnoxious kisses and wandering hands. She laughed and tried to wiggle away, but the attack persisted until she sat up and fought back, pinning her all too pleased wife to the mattress.

“Hi.” Shinobu sing-songed. “I’ve been waiting for you to wake up for hours.”

“What time is it?” (Y/n) asked, tickling Shinobu for some revenge for her rude awakening.

“A little after noon.” Shinobu snickered, grabbing (Y/n)’s hands to stop the assault.

“Shinobu!” (Y/n) hissed, scrambling to get up, only to be flipped onto her back and straddled. “Quit it! I’m so late—! You are too, damn it!”

“No one is late for anything, relax, dear.” Shinobu cooed. “I’ve been busy while you were sleeping, making all sorts of phone calls. While I was at it, I called the clinic and your work about our vacation days and took a couple weeks off.”

“Really?”

“Really. Sorry for waking you up, I just missed you.”

“Who are you and what have you done with my wife?”

“Ha ha, come on, get dressed. I want to take you out to lunch. I’ve got plans.”

With another kiss, Shinobu allowed (Y/n) to get up, giggling at her bewildered expression as she went to the bathroom to get ready for the day.

The rest of the week went much the same way. Until (Y/n) finally sat Shinobu down to talk. After worries about inadequacy and guilt were aired, Shinobu’s behavior grew less manic, seeming more like herself again. Then they enjoyed the rest of their impromptu vacation at their own pace.

“Anything you want to do tonight?” Shinobu asked out of the blue. They had been watching movies most of the day.

“Hmm, I don’t know,” (Y/n) shrugged, “have anything in mind?”

“I think it be nice to go dancing together. We haven’t done that in a long time.” Shinobu suggested.

“We could just dance here.” (Y/n) smirked. “We could listen to whatever music we want and their will be 100% less men trying to hit on us.”

“Come on, it could be fun.” Shinobu tried to persuade.

“What could we do in some club or bar that we couldn’t do here. We just got to go back home today.” (Y/n) said in return, snuggling further into her blanket. Shinobu thought for a minute before a sly smile broke out on her face.

“What if I gave you a demonstration of how I would lull my victims into a false sense of security before their untimely demises?”

“First of all, don’t say it like that. It makes me think you enjoyed it too much. You have only been retired from assassin work for like, two weeks, are you already missing it?”

“Not really, I just thought you might be interested. It would make the outing more fun I’d think. We don’t have to go though if you don’t want to.”

“Oh no, I’ll go.” (Y/n) perked up, “I’ll admit I’m curious, but I don’t think I want to watch you catfish some guy for an hour.”

“Some guy, no no,” Shinobu shook her head, “I was thinking you would be my target.”

“Me?” (Y/n) laughed incredulously. “You want to go out and role play as an assassin seducing her target?”

“Do you not want to?”

(Y/n) sighed, hiding eyes in her hands to avoid Shinobu’s stare.

“Actually, I kinda really want to do that.”

“Great, let’s get ready!”

And that what how (Y/n) ended up where she was now. Sitting at the bar sipping a drink while waiting for Shinobu to show up. Shinobu had recommended that they showed up at different times to really immerse themselves in their roles.

“I can’t believe I’m doing this.” (Y/n) mumbled into her drink.

She had been settled for maybe twenty minutes and was contemplating buying another drink when a hand with purple nails slid into view.

“Excuse me,” (Y/n) shivered as Shinobu whispered in her ear, “I couldn’t help but notice you finished your drink, I hope it wasn’t too presumptuous of me to order you another one.”

“Ahhh, nope! That’s fine, good, thanks.”

Well, she never claimed to be an actress. God, why was it so hot in there.

Shinobu giggled and slid into the seat next to her, propping her head up with her arm as she sat just close enough that (Y/n) could smell her shampoo.

“My, you are cute. I’m quite jealous of whoever managed to win your heart.”

“I’m actually single.”

“Oh, then why the ring?”

Damn it, Shinobu, did every little detail really matter?

“Oh, this? What about it? This is, uh, ya know… Oh!” She raised her hands, palms out. “Ah, I see the confusion. Rights and lefts, bleh. Sometimes I forget what’s what.” She popped the ring off her left hand and put it on her right instead.

“Mm, do that often do you?”

“Probably why I’m still single.” (Y/n) replied, trying desperately to keep a straight face.

“Well, that just won’t do.” Shinobu said, smirking when (Y/n) jolted as her ankle brushed her calf, “Why don’t we keep each other company tonight?”

“Yeah, okay.” (Y/n) squeaked.

“Come dance with me?” Shinobu offered her hand.

(Y/n) nodded dumbly and took her hand. They danced through several songs, eventually Shinobu led (Y/n) to a tucked away booth.

“I’ll go get us some refreshments, I’ll be back soon.” Shinobu leaned in, giving (Y/n) a peck on the cheek, sending her a wink before breezing off.

(Y/n) watched her disappear into the crowded room before relaxing into her seat, gingerly touching her cheek. Obviously Shinobu wouldn’t really poison her, but would that have been it just then? She really needed to ask her how exactly the poison worked.

“Hi there.”

“Hm?” (Y/n) distractedly answered, still rubbing her cheek. She blinked back to the present when some girl that definitely wasn’t Shinobu slid in next to her.

“Wow, you are even prettier up close.” The mystery woman complimented.

“Oh, thank you.” (Y/n) smiled politely.

“Could I steal you away for a dance or two?”

“I’m actually married, sorry. There are probably plenty of other girls here who would love to dance with you though.”

“Why do you have to be like that?” The woman suddenly turned, looking insulted.

“Huh?” (Y/n) was surprised by the sudden shift to say the least, but the reason became evident soon enough.

“If you were married, you’d wear a ring on your left hand, wouldn’t you?”

Oh yeah, that. Thanks, Shinobu.

“Oh gosh, I did it again,” (Y/n) lifted her hands up between them, “you see, my lefts and rights—“

“Are you nervous? Is that it?” She suddenly knocked (Y/n)’s hands to the side, looking over by kneeling on the seat, bracing her arms, one on the table the other on the back of the booth, “Trust me, I know how to show a woman a good time.”

“She’s already taken I’m afraid.”

The woman’s head swiveled around and (Y/n) caught a flash of Shinobu before the woman situated herself between them and ruined her view.

The woman merely scoffed and rolled her eyes, then had the audacity to turn her back on Shinobu and not leave the booth. She looked like she was just going to continue talking like nothing had happened, but Shinobu wasn’t having it. The ex-assassin firmly gripped the woman’s arm, turning her back around.

“You don’t listen well, do you?” Shinobu questioned coldly, though the ghostly smile she wore never moved from her lips.

“Oh and what are you going to do about it?” The woman spat tersely, finally stepping out of the booth to stare down at Shinobu at her full height. She certainly towered over her, but that really wasn’t as much of an accomplishment as the woman made it seem.

Shinobu’s hand shot out like a whip, pulling the woman down to her height by the collar of her shirt, not even a twitch tugging at her smile as she very calmly stated,

“I could craft you the most painful death possible and have it leave no trace in your body. Step away from my wife now, please. It’s the last time I’ll ask nicely.”

“Geeze lady,” The woman yanked Shinobu’s hand from her shirt and slid off to the side, “you oughta be locked in an institution somewhere.”

“Bye-bye! Never come back!” Shinobu waved the woman off, watching her leave before taking (Y/n)’s hand. “That sure ruined the mood. Want to go home?”

“Please.”

They walked to the car, connected hands swinging between them. Most of the ride was quiet too, with the exception of occasional humming to the music on the radio. Once they parked and made it to their doorstep, (Y/n) spoke up,

“You know, all things considered, that was actually really fun.”

“You think so?”

“Mhm, I have to ask though, when did you ‘kill’ me? Was it with the kiss? How long does that stuff usually take anyway? I can’t imagine it would be good if they just dropped dead in front of everybody.”

Shinobu hummed a knowing sound of amusement, “It’s usually an hour, give or take, for symptoms to surface, if any, then it could be a manner of minutes before death. In your case, I dissolved a sugar cube in one of your drinks and you didn’t even notice.”

“Ah! Really?” (Y/n) pouted kicking her shoes off and slumping off to the bedroom. “You just roofied me like some rich white frat boy. No honor!”

“Hey, a lot of the guys I killed deserved a taste of their own medicine. It’s one of the easier ways I took people out.”

“Oh, so I’m not even worthy of one of your more elaborate schemes? Rude.”

Shinobu laughed and followed (Y/n), wrapping her up in a hug from behind.

“Sweetheart, I’m sorry. Let me make it up to you. I’ll give you a death truly worthy of you.”

“When?”

“Right now,” Shinobu jabbed a finger into (Y/n)’s side, “bam, paralyzed.”

“I thought you were going to kill me?”

“Oh, I am.” Shinobu assured. “I just got you alone and took you to a second location, now you can’t fight back while I try to get information out of you.”

“Like you really had a specific poison on each finger… did you?”

“Not each finger,” Shinobu explained, “But I did usually carry three or four different toxins on me depending on the difficulty of the job. Now,” Shinobu pushed (Y/n) into the bed.

“Hey!”

“Tell me what I want to know.”

“I don’t know what you want to know!” (Y/n) laughed.

“That’s what they always say. You’ll talk, eventually.” She said, settling over her wife to impulsively nip her neck.

“Shinobu!” (Y/n) tried pushing her up to bring some distance between them, but she was so breathless from laughter that Shinobu quickly collapsed back into place.

“Yes,” Shinobu teased, “What is it? What do you know?”

“I— I married a femme fatale!” She wheezed.

“Is that so, what is she like?”

“She’s beautiful and witty, just, incredibly intelligent, endlessly compassionate and good in bed.”

“Just ‘good’?”

“Why would you be offended on behalf of my wife? And what’s wrong with ‘good’?”

“Quiet you, just help me take this dress off.”

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𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝘽𝙍𝙄𝘾𝙆 | 𝙠𝙖𝙧𝙡 𝙟𝙖𝙘𝙤𝙗𝙨 (18+)

edit by 🐓 anon. im still screaming over this.

∘ request: [insert the 14 asking for more Sapnap humor in a pt. 1.5 of Meet the Jacobses]

∘ pairings: edgy!Karl Jacobs x fm!reader

∘ warnings: smut (18+), nsfw, language, drinking, mentions of Todd the frat boy, lots of dialogue, biting, asphyxiation

∘ links: 𐐪 ao3 𐑂 𐐪 previous part 𐑂 𐐪 submit an edgy!karl edit 𐑂

∘ a/n: this one goes out to the babes in the gc. ily.

i stole the Brick idea from the Jesse McCartney movie, Keith. I'm sorry. [tw for that link - sad & jesse mccartney not talking about beautiful souls]

also thank you everyone for your support on this series. when my friends and I conjured this up, I never thought I would be at the point where I get to share peoples art/paylists/etc. I'm so thankful for all of you.

okay I'll stop crying. happy reading and have a great week! :)

The sun beat down against your skin, your mind drifting to whether or not you should apply more sunscreen. Karl jumped into the light blue water in front of you, the water splashing out to almost completely soak you. You frowned at him as he came up for air, blowing you a kiss mockingly.

Sapnap’s cousins started tackling Karl, the chorus of laughter echoing around the pool. You stretched your legs out beneath the table, leaning into the shade of the umbrella as you watched them roughhouse.

Sapnap came out from the pool house, opening a beer bottle for you before taking the seat beside you. He sighed, buttoning the top of his shirt as he watched the boys. “Did you have a good time at the party yesterday? I dipped after an hour,” he asked, pushing his sunglasses to rest on top of his head.

You shrugged slightly, taking a sip of your drink. You couldn’t wait to tell your roommate how lavishly you’d been living. The fact that you were lounging by a heated pool, drinking beer from Copenhagen with the sons of millionaires was nearly mind-boggling to you.

You wet your lips, squinting your eyes as you looked at him. “I honestly have no idea. I was kind of just there as a Karl accessory,” you joked, making him chuckle softly.

“Yeah, I get that,” he flipped off one of the cousins as they threatened to throw water at him. “It’s always the Karl show around here,” he added. You raised your eyebrows at him and he backtracked. “I didn’t mean that in a bad way. He’s a good guy; everyone’s just obsessed with him.”

You nodded slightly. “Yeah, he’s definitely the star baby,” you joked, making him laugh. “I need to ask you…” You bit your lip voice trailing off as you searched for the night words.

He sent you a closed-mouth smile. “About my mom and Karl?” He asked, biting back a blithe expression. It shocked you how calm he was about the situation.

You chuckled nervously. “I swear I won’t bring it up again, I’m just,” you cut yourself off, unable to describe the question marks pulsing through your thoughts.

He snorted, taking a sip of his drink. “I know right,” he reassured. “When I found out, I almost broke Karl’s nose,” he chided. “Not that I was like… angry it was my mom but out of how weird it was.”

“Yeah it is really fucking weird,” you agreed, laughing slightly.

He gestured as if to thank you for understanding. “I mean, Karl’s a great guy. He was my best friend for a long time but…” He made a face suggesting his discomfort and you snicked. “That’s my mom, man.” You giggled wholeheartedly at this, making him laugh too.

“What are you guys talking about?” Karl asked, seemingly appearing out of nowhere, dripping wet from his pool time adventures.

“Speak of the Devil and he shall appear,” you joked, making Sapnap wink at you. “Tacitus’ Annals,” you answered, making Sapnap nod at you.

He chewed on his lip, with a calm expression as he supported your lie. “I was telling your girlfriend how much I enjoyed his love of Nero,” he continued, you bit back a smile.

Karl ruffled his hair out in a towel. “Come on now,” he grumbled, calling the two of you on your bullshit.

Sapnap squinted as he looked up at him. “Karl supremacy. As always,” he answered with a touch of quiet sarcasm, making Karl roll his eyes playfully as he took to the other seat beside you.

Karl ran his fingers into his hair. “You wanna get matching tattoos together, Sapnap?” He quipped; Sapnap sending him a smug expression.

“Why? What were you thinking?” He asked, knowing he was walking into whatever Karl was setting up.

Karl pulled the leg of his swim trunks off his leg a bit, furrowing his brows. “I wanna get your mom’s name on the top of my thigh,” he teased, biting his lip. You rolled your eyes playfully.

Sapnap let out a sarcastic laugh. “Oh my God, that’s so funny. I totally didn’t see that coming.”

Karl took a sip of your beer and you spoke up. “I think you’d look good with a tattoo, Sapnap. All jokes aside, you’ve got a great body,” you mused, sending him a wink. Sapnap bit back a smile looking at Karl, who you could already tell was glaring back at him. “Side note, I was meaning to ask you. There’s a guy that’s in Karl’s frat,” you paused, trying to remember what Karl had said Todd’s real name was when you were pinning his auction number on him.

Sapnap raised his eyebrows. “Oh, Mark?”

You pointed at him. “Yes, the fake Romney.”

Sapnap snorted. “He did that on campus too?” Karl nodded, a look of disappointment spreading across their faces.

“Speaking of Todd Mark, the king of the Brick” Karl kicked his feet beneath your chair before continuing, “I heard there’s a bonfire tonight,” he probed, making Sapnap slowly shake his head in disapproval.

You raised an eyebrow at the two. “What’s the Brick?”

Sapnap seemed to have already made up his mind on the situation. “A fucking cesspool,” Sapnap grumbled, sipping from his bottle as Karl tsked. Sapnap tilted his head. “You really wanna take her to the Brick? People get together and smoke crack over there. The fact that,” he paused to furrow his brows at you slightly, “Todd Mark? is the benefactor should say something,” he stated, lips curling into an uneasy expression.

You peered over your shoulder at Karl as if to ask if he were crazy. Karl swatted off your gesture. “They don’t smoke crack this time of year. All the locals are back visiting for break.”

Sapnap shook his head again in unease. You chewed your lip, leaning back in your chair. “I don’t know… Sapnap, do you wanna have a movie night instead?” You joked, making Karl sigh behind you.

Sapnap mimicked your mock severity. “Yeah, a stay in and cuddle?”

“Of course,” you repeated.

Karl wheezed. “No, we’re going.”

Without missing a beat, Sapnap chimed back. “Maybe you can take my mom instead?” Karl’s expression flattened at his words and you nodded, high fiving Sapnap in mock victory.

Despite Sapnap’s hesitation, you all went to what they referred to as The Brick. In reality, it was a spot on the edge of a lake. They only called it the Brick because of Todd’s dad, a racecar driver who claimed the post back when he was in high school and later bought it. A large bonfire burned in the center of the space, various people around your age and a bit younger were either dancing to the music coming from one of the souped-up sports cars or shotgunning beers. You pushed away the thought of your stingy fire marshall back home who―more than once―had reported you and your family for “overactive cookouts.”

“Overactive,” meaning your dad and Clay were failing at not catching hotdogs on fire when the two would get lost in a chat about a mutual videogame when the families would cross the fence line in the summer.

As soon as you had stepped foot on the gravel, Karl was welcomed back like some kind of celebrity, so you stayed close to Sapnap. He would lean towards your height, pointing people out that Karl had mentioned in the past or those worth noting. You nodded along, soaking in what he had to tell you and laughing at his jokes.

A random guy strolled past the two of you, making Sapnap purse his lips. “Hey, Sapnap. How’s your mom?” One of the countless jokes thrown at him since you’d arrived.

He tilted his head with a mock look of questioning. “Didn’t your parents just get divorced, Jeff?” He deflected. Jeff’s face dropped slightly as he moved on. You always found yourself struggling not to laugh at how well Sapnap was at counteracting the jabs at his mom and Karl. Most of you felt guilty for how long he had dealt with it.

Karl watched you carefully as you sat down beside Sapnap on one of the vast benches; hands shoved in his pockets as the group around him caught up. You were glad to have someone around like Sapnap, despite the fact that you often went to parties. In the past, it was more of a bi-annual thing, but since being with Karl, you found yourself shoulder to shoulder with nameless people in a line doing shots every other Thursday.

You laughed as Sapnap joked about avoiding the drinks at the Brick because of the mites in the water and the STDs in the beer. “So, I never asked how you met Karl?” He queried, sticking his hands into the pocket of his Baja hoodie.

You smiled slightly. “Uh…” Shameless thoughts of you on your knees in a random building when you barely knew his name paced through your head like a quickfire of serotonin. “We had a lecture together and he liked my handwriting.” Sapnap smirked, chuckling slightly at your words.

Karl’s eyes were trained on the two of you, demeanor shifting each time one of you leaned towards the other to hear over the music or the two of you bumping each other’s arms to grab your attention. You knew he wasn’t jealous, but his look of curiosity was almost hilarious to you. Sapnap stuck by your side while Karl introduced you to his friends. He was basically your encyclopedia on the newer people as Karl would go off on a tangent with them.

The fact that Karl was so close to all of them and was so popular made your heart swell with pride. You were used to Karl’s deadpanned glares at most of his frat brothers and his snide comments, but now he was welcomed back like he was some kind of hero returning from the war.

After saying goodbye to Sapnap for the day, you threaded your fingers with Karl’s, enjoying the time where it was just the two of you. He brought the back of your hand to his lips, smoothing a kiss against your skin. “So… Sapnap’s mom…” you began, making him chew the inside of his cheek. “Where… did it happen?”

He looked down at you with a perked eyebrow before raising his sights forward, pulling you off the street where the two of you were walking. You followed him as the pair of you snuck through between the houses and across the backyards until the two of you were at Sapnap’s house again. Through the front windows, you could see him talking to his sibling in the kitchen.

Karl grabbed your hand, leading you along the side of the estate and toward the pool house. You wanted to groan at the thought before he pulled you through the door with him. “Are you serious?” You hissed, looking around at the dark place. Karl fought not to smirk as he peered out through one of the windows, watching the lights in Sapnap’s house turn out.

The moonlight streamed through one of the slender windows, illuminating his face and washing his features clean. Your gaze trailed along his arms; his tattoos peeking out from beneath his hoodie as he reached up to lock the door.

He turned back to face you, walking closer to you. “Did you have fun today?” He asked, plopping down on one of the couches and pulling you into his lap. He moved your arms to rest around his neck, pressing his lips to your skin. “I feel like I didn’t see you at all. Sapnap’s a bogart,” he muttered jokingly, settling his hands on your hips.

You scoffed before leaning toward him, pressing your lips against his. “Make it up to me,” you murmured, raking your fingers into his hair. “I think I selfishly need you to ruin me here; you know. Like a cleansing of you and Ms. Scarlet,” you chided.

He bit his lip, eyes pulsing with lust as he fought not to grin. You pressed your lips against his, turning to lay back on the couch and yank him on top of you. He chuckled into your kiss, as your hands moved to curl into his hair. His lust was a taste you could get drunk off if given the chance as his hands traveled the length of your body, moaning as you ground your hips against his, gripping into his clothes.

He leaned off of you momentarily to pull his shirt over his head as you slipped out of yours, you wrapped a leg around him, pushing him onto the couch instead and pinning him between your thighs as you straddled him, running your hands up his tattooed chest and connecting your lips again.

One of his large hands covered your breast as you began to grind your hips against his. His teeth grazed against your skin as he caressed your body while you moved against him, trying to create as much friction as you could against his jeans. He ran his fingers along the hem of your underwear, his lips curling into a smirk as he moved slightly to get a better look. "These are nice. Did you plan this?" He leered, snapping the elastic against your hip playfully. You rolled your eyes, pulling his chin towards you and pressing your lips against his. Every movement of his body seemed to lick at the fire deep within you.

You smirked breathlessly as his lips settled against your collarbones. “These are my church clothes. I had no other motive,” you jousted. His hand reached up to rest against your collarbone, his fingers lightly curling around your neck.

“Of course, how could I not realize,” he jabbed, pressing his lips and tongue against your neck. You moaned, tugging at his zipper before wrapping your hand around his cock, pumping him into harder arousal. He groaned against your neck, bucking into your hand lightly. His head tilted back against the couch beneath you, cheeks flushed at the attention. His teeth nipped at your skin as you ground yourself against his thigh, basking in his noises of pleasure.

His cock pulsed in your hand, making him grab your wrist and pull you beneath him. He gripped one of your legs, resting it in the crook of his elbow as he pushed himself into you, connecting your lips to swallow your moans. The feeling of him inside of you sent a wave of pleasure through your body. His voice was low in your ear, murmuring your name as if it were a curse. You moaned as he took one of your hands, lacing your fingers together beside your head as he kissed you again, tongue slipping into your mouth.

His thrusts became more rhythmless, his hold on you driving him deeper as the pool house filled with the noises of your whimpering moans. Karl’s breath was warm on your neck as he took advantage of your submissive state. He moved his hand from around your leg, wrapping his fingers around your neck again. Your body shivered, waiting for the pressure of his hand as his hips rocked against yours.

He chuckled darkly, teeth grazing against your shoulder before his lips hovered beside your ear. “Beg for it,” he commented, voice strained as he thrusted into you.

You swallowed, fingers digging into his back. “Choke me,” you groaned, “please.” His hand tightened around your neck, breath hitching in your throat as his thrusts became rougher. He bit back a smug grin at the way you reacted to his antics, relishing in your body beginning for more.

He relaxed his hand, pressing his lips to yours as you struggled to inhale. Heat ran through your body as your leg curled around his waist, nails raking down his back.

You leaned away from his lips, voice coming out unevenly as you moaned his name. His movements became sloppier as you groaned in bliss, tugging the flesh of his bottom lip between your teeth. You tipped your head back slightly as you reached your climax, riding out your pleasure and sending him over the edge as he pulled you closer to him, his hands digging into your hips as he encouraged you to continue grinding against him. You exhaled deeply, pressing your lips against his neck and his cheek before kissing him breathlessly as your movements slowed.

You pulled on your shirt, Karl’s hands moving to rest on your hips as he pressed a kiss to your neck. “Should we leave a note for Ms. Scarlet?” You joked, making him chuckle as his arms wrapped further around your waist, cheek pressing against your shoulder.

“Who?” He teased.

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royallyprincesslilly · 2 years

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Since I am sooooooooo nice☺. I have a snippet I’m going to share with you guys.

This is for a slightly new series titled: Star Crossed: #HFT. I won’t say who it’s for though. Let me see if you guys can guess who.

Let me know what you guys think. You know I love to hear from y’all!

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He went right back to puffing from his Hookah as if he hadn’t dropped two very important facts. One, he noticed you as soon as you walked in and two, he found your scent distracting. Those were very good signs.

“Uh—pleasure, strictly pleasure,” you replied.

His head snapped to you, and you glanced at him with a coy smirk.

“I came for a bit of business, but it’s really been only for pleasure. This is my last stop and tonight was supposed to be the cumulation of that fun. Sort of like my last hoorah.”

“Ah, a wanderer?”

You leaned back and sighed. “I have been known to wander a bit but not all those who wander are lost.”

The smirk on his lips disappeared and his head cocked to the side.

“Tolkien.”

You smiled and nodded, “A favorite quote.”

He didn’t speak for a few moments, instead he just stared at you, locking your eyes. The look that flashed across his face made you curious. He looked like he’d just discovered something rare, seen something he couldn’t understand or explain. As soon as the look came, it went, replaced by one of awe.

“Gorgeous chaos”, he mumbled in a hypnotized daze.

“What?”

“She’s a mess of gorgeous chaos and you can see it in her eyes.”

The way he said it made your heart race so fast you could have sworn it was audible over the instruments in the club. He looked as though he were looking through you, either right to your soul or to every little atom that made up your aura and all the stars of your being. In all your years, you’d never been looked at like this. He looked at me like the reflection of the universe and all of the galaxies could be seen through my orbs, like he was so transfixed that if he dared look away the world itself would crumble around us casting us into oblivion, like dreams were made of this one moment and his dreams were all about me. Every woman wished someone would look at them like this and right now you didn’t want this moment to end.

“Let not light see my black and deep desires,” he added.

Fuck, you thought. You felt like he’d just casted a spell on you that pinned you right where you were. You watched his hand lift and move toward your face but before he touched your cheek his hand froze. Shaking his head, he dropped his hand while clearing his throat.

“God, I’m very sorry. I don’t know what—what came over me,”

He shook his head then took a long pull from his tube while keeping his eyes forward. You cleared your throat and took another pull of your hash. “It’s okay. No harm no foul. Let’s just consider the effects of Charles Bukowski and Shakespear. A two-hit quitter.”

“You know those quotes?”

Blowing out the smoke, you nodded, “Yep. Charles Bukowski and Shakespear, Mcbeth.”

He looked impressed.

“Wow, many would get Shakespear because he’s a classic but not Charles Bukowski.”

“You shrugged. “What can I say, I’m a total literature snob.”

“All literature or just American?”

“All. The thoughts and writing practices around the world have always fascinated me. Did you know in some parts of the world the style often reflects societal beliefs of love?”

You could feel yourself running to the edge and prepared to jump off it though you remembered the looks most of your exes and flings gave you whenever you went off on a tangent about literature and love. It didn’t stop you.

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So, what do y’all think?

Who do you think this is for?🤔🤐

#starcrossed: hft fic #story snippet

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tryingmydarndest · 3 years

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Thank You (Luka Couffaine x Reader)

Summary (Part 1/probably 3): The author goes on a bit of a tangent about how Y/N goes on a bit of a tangent about Viperion. Who may just have a little, big ol' crush on them?

Tags: -not enough actual relationship -fluff -but like, a weird sprinkling of angst that I didn't plan on right at the end???

Word count: 1.6k

A/N: Inspired by this fic by @seriously-sirius-black <3. Luka? OOC? Idk, probably, I don’t write fanfic. But I am actually kinda proud of how well Alya turned out. Writing this made me realize how much of a mom friend I apparently headcanon her as. I wrote this gender-and-as-everything-else-neutral as I can make it (lemme know if you see ways I can improve, tho idk how much more fanfic I'll even be writing). Also, I freakin' RAMBLE and overuse italics, but ya get what ya get and ya don't gotta fret. Ooh, important note for future parts (if i write them) - this is a kinda!au where the miraculous users keep their miraculous. also if I had a nickel for every time I get awkwardly specific about the placement of both of a character’s hands I’d have TWO nickels. Happy reading!! <3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3

Part I - Paris's Cutiest Heroes

The look currently on Marinette’s face as she sputtered out a response was priceless, “Cat Noir? Cat Noir!? What makes you think I’d find Cat Noir attractive at all? And- and- HIM- the cutest superhero! Ridiculous!”

“Utterly ridiculous?”

“Nice one, Alya”

“Thank you so much, Y/N,” you gave Alya a high five on your way to your seat next to Juleka and Rose on the couch facing Marinette and Alya. A sunny Friday after school was the perfect place for Kitty Section and their entourage to hang out. Unfortunately without Ivan and Mylène, seeing as their anniversary called for a private celebration. After pushing a couple couches onto the deck of The Liberty, Alya had predictably started talking about Paris's resident hero team. Today, she chose to ask everyone who they deemed the cutest, and she made sure to jump on Marinette's... interesting response, “And girl, he has the same silky golden hair and dreamy emerald eyes as Adrien Agreste. What’s utterly ridiculous is you freaking out and dodging every time we bring up superheroes!”

The designated snack-boy, Luka, walked out precariously carrying three bowls of goodies for everyone, “Alright, I got more popcorn. Sorry, but looks like we’re out of cheese flavoring, Y/N”

“Oh... that’s fine. I honestly wasn’t expecting it since I forgot to ask,” your free hand not reaching for the bowl rubbed the back of your neck, “but thanks for remembering.”

“Oh, um yeah- Always," is it creepy to remember something so specific? Someone as nice as Y/N wouldn't be interested in some creep. Ugh. Luka took a seat with his own bowl after passing Alya and Marinette theirs. He ended up next to you on the floor, leaning against the arm of the couch, dangerously close to touching your legs.

Rose reached for the popcorn as she interjected, “You know, Alya does have a point. So Marinette, why don’t you just tell us who you think the cutest superhero is, if you don’t like us guessing?”

Somehow Marinette’s face went even paler as she spoke, “What- I mean, I don’t- I haven’t thought- Wha- what about Y/N? Why aren’t you interrogating them?”

Alya crossed her arms, “Because Y/N says the same thing about the same hero every day. Just watch. Ahem, Y/N, care to weigh in on the cuteness level of our lovely Parisian superheroes?”

You looked up from the bowl you had stolen back from Rose with wide eyes, "Hey! Okay, no, that is not fair! Besides, what is our criteria for 'cute'? I mean... Are we going just by physical characteristics? Is costume a factor? What about the animal they're representing, could our opinion of that make this whole thing unfair? And cuteness is so subjective anyway... Why are we even reducing these amazing and honorable superheroes to just their looks? I mean we could be talking about skill, or their powers or power lev-"

"-And your answer would be exactly the same. Seriously, are you done trying- and might I add, failing- to talk yourself out of this one yet? Or should I just read the article you wrote for the Ladyblog?"

"You said you deleted that!"

Luka had perked his head up at your initial fumbling response and turned to you when he spoke, "You wrote an article? That's pretty cool."

You rubbed your face to try and distract yourself from the burning embarrassment, "Umm, yeah. But it was terrible and extremely not. worth. publishing." You hoped the glare you sent the girl in question was enough to scare her into deleting it on the spot, or to at least lie about it, "So Alya kindly deleted it, right?"

Sitting up with a smug look and crossed arms severely lowered your faith that she'd keep quiet. "A good journalist archives everything. Especially something as juicy as one of her besties going on for five thousand words about how dreamy the great Viperion is," dramatically fake-fainting into Marinette's lap, Alya could barely finish before bursting out in laughter. Of course, quickly followed by the others joining in to varying degrees. Juleka and Rose happily giggled to themselves, Marinette looked more relieved that the heat was off her, and Luka seemed to be shocked, or maybe just holding back to see how you were taking this.

Horribly. Horribly embarrassed would describe how you were taking this conversation. You sat there stock-still as you hoped that none of the others could hear your heart's desperate attempts to pound its way out of your chest. That's certainly all you could hear, at least until Alya's voice brought you out of it, "Hey, it's fine," she made her way over to sit next to you as she continued, "We all have our little hero crushes. That's why I bring it up all the time, to show you that it's totally normal! I mean, we all know how I could go on about Carapace for days," Alya gestured for the others to continue, and used her other hand to try and comfort you.

"Well, I find Ladybug to be just absolutely adorable and so kind.... oh it just makes me so happy knowing she's keeping all of Paris safe," Rose added softly.

Juleka brushed a strand of hair aside as she spoke, "Rena Rouge is super mysterious, pretty rad in my opinion."

Alya was rubbing your back like the mom friend she is to try and help encourage you, "See? Super normal, so go ahead and release all this pent up Viperion energy that I know you have. Maybe it'll encourage Marinette here to finally join in the fun!" Alya stuck her tongue out at her best friend, who responded promptly by smashing her face into a pillow.

You just sighed, "I mean- it’s- it can't just-'' were you supposed to just get over it all just like that? Well, at least the embarrassment was wearing off, maybe you could just entertain her for a bit, "Well- um, you see.... HisHairJustLooksReallySoftAnd- you know what. Nope. Can't do anymore of this. Yep- that's all you're getting out of me!" This time when everyone started giggling, you were able to comfortably join them. It was a nice feeling.

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A nice evening chilling out with your friends was always welcome, especially with the rising number of akumatizations making that less possible. But the night had come to a close. Alya and Marinette went home, Juleka was walking Rose back herself, and Luka and you had volunteered to clean up. Luka stopped drying the cup in his hand for a minute as he looked at you, “Um, I know it might not be my place, but I want you to know that you don’t have to be embarrassed about the whole... Viperion thing.” God, how am I supposed to take the news that MY crush has a crush on.... Sort of me? Am I supposed to count it as me at all?

“Oh, um. Yeah, thanks. I think I’m over the embarrassment now that it’s out. I don’t know, it’s just that a lot of people think it’s weird since he’s kind of a new hero,” how are you supposed to explain this to him? That you kept such a non-issue secret from him, especially without getting suspiciously defensive about it. “And then people use that to try and say that I only like him for his looks..... And that’s not it! I don’t know, it’s kind of.... A lot? To explain, that is.” This was not going well.

“Oh... Well, what is it? That you like about him, I guess.”

This was so not going well. But he was waiting for a response so... “Uh, well I guess it did kinda start..... that way.... but then I started doing research. I learned about his power and saw videos of his fights. He’s really good! Especially for being so new, which kinda goes into why his power makes me like him so much.” Shit. Rambling, I’m just talking and talking and I need to stop. But how am I supposed to change the subject now? And now Luka’s sitting down, and he seems so invested. Why does this have to happen to me?

“What do you mean by that?”

Luka’s voice kindly shuts your little thought-spiral in its tracks. What were you saying? Oh, Viperion’s powers! You can talk about this, you know this. Just keep talking, at least he seems interested in it, “Well, you know how he can go back and redo the last couple of minutes?” Luka nodded, “Well, we always see the time that worked out. Us civilians get to keep going from the one time it all went right. Just imagine all the times he failed, all the times he couldn’t get it right. It could be dozens, maybe even hundreds of times! He must get so discouraged at some point, I mean I know I would.... I guess I didn’t really think about it at first, but.... but, I doubt I could keep that determination, and I’m so glad Paris has a hero who can, and does.”

Silence. Why was it so quiet? Oh no, he thinks I’m weird. He must think-

“All of this from ‘his hair looks soft’?”

“Hey! You can’t tell me not to be embarrassed, then make fun of me! That’s against the rules!”

Luka chuckled as he said, “Against what rules, exactly?”

“The Rules Of Best Friendship, duh!”

“And who exactly said you were my best friend?”

“Well... your loss, I guess. Now you won’t get an invitation when I plan Rose and Juleka’s wedding,” you brushed off his offended glare as you took the seat next to him.

“She’s my sister.”

“She’d take my side.”

I’d take your side, too. I will always take your side. “Yeah, you’re probably right.”

A/N the sequel: I am super bad at finishing things, but I really wanna keep motivated to finish this (like I have a full, probably 3 part, plan for this). If you guys want to help, shoot me a message and I'll send you a link to the google doc I'm writing this on. Feel free to leave a little comment (pls be kind, obviously) and see my writing process! Idk, would any of you guys be interested in that? Would you just get annoyed at having already read the thing before I post it?

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hollandorks · 2 years

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hello! the opening to this chapter was honestly one of my fave parts of motn so far!! i’m such a sucker for fluff or just cliche sweet things of any kind and the fact that they fell asleep on opposite sides of the bed but woke up entangled makes me feel all fuzzy inside :’)

“He wasn’t hers. But he was alive. And that would be enough.” these lines are so simple but i love them so much?? like it just perfectly shows how she feels about him; she loves him so much that all she wants is for him to be safe (and also she just went through a traumatic experience during which she didn’t know if he’d make it out alive but it’s fine LOL)

“She very carefully scooted backward out of his embrace. It would be weird if he woke up to them like that, wouldn’t it?” GIRL NOO he’s sooo in love with you he would love waking up to you like that 😭

the whispered “hi”to one another are so precious to me 🥺 i love that he didn’t respond to her asking if it was weird. i also love her being distracted by his abs while changing his bandage HAHA like sooo true

i also love her realization that alfred saw them sleeping in the same bed and her being mortified whereas alfred is probably so proud of himself for somewhat orchestrating that LOL

her cleaning everything because she’s feeling too much?? too relatable. when i’m stressed i deep clean my entire room and go for a long runs and i literally can’t function until i do those things. she’s just like me fr loll

ngl i started to get nervous when she went to meet lena!! i didn’t think you would make something bad happen to her again so quickly but god i was nervous! (thank u for not having her kidnapped again or anything in this chapter LOL <3) i’m glad she went to talk to her though!! i really hope lena stays safe 🥺 i wonder if there might be a moment in which lena is endangered but y/n is able to save her (in a way, redeeming herself for not being able to save marie 🥲) spoiler for spider-man nwh but if ur familiar with it (assuming u are because ur pfp/url are iconic tom holland references HAHA) the way that andrew garfield’s peter redeemed himself for gwen’s death by saving mj! that’s just a tangent my brain went on and although i hope no more girls get taken it would be an intense moment for sure!!

i love how during their conversation, she gets a bit mad at lena. she’s still so upset about marie and the fact that she couldn’t save her :( and she’s mad about the fact that bruce almost died for her because of those men :( i love how desperately she wants to solve this and have the whole operation ended. she really is just like bruce.

ALSO! i love the mentions of the upcoming gala because i have a feeling that our favorite billionaire is gonna go and take a certain somebody as his date 👀 we love a good gala scene

her horrible lying to alfred when he totally already knew she was lying about going to the store for tampons?? so good

BRUCE WATCHING THE FOOTAGE!!!! this had me so shook for some reason (i mean like, it had her shook too!) he must be so upset watching that back and hearing her tell him to leave her to die :(( the “blazing expression on his face”! you know he just can’t stop thinking about the fact that she told him to leave her. he hates that she said that and he doesn’t know that she feels the same exact way about him almost dying for her agh!!

“Press her fingers into his skin so she could feel the reassuring warmth of his aliveness. Touch him until he saw just how much she loved him and how much she hated that he had almost died for her.” THESE SENTENCES. dying. no words. i just love it

loved his immediate freakout about her going back to the iceberg lounge. he’s so protective and it’s adorable. i’m so glad she’s letting him pay off her debts now. sugar daddy bruce wayne moment!! 😻 (i’m sorry for that💀) i mean, it’s unfathomable that she’d go back now anyway because she just like can’t after the other night, but still!! i love that she (nervously) joked about him only doing it because she saved his life and him just seriously assuring her that that’s not the reason why. he’s so serious when it comes to her safety ahh 🥺

i do wonder what the penguin’s reaction will be to her debts being completely paid off. like ofc he’ll know it’s by bruce wayne. idk if it’ll just be inconsequential (he is the type of guy to not care as long as he has his money but like… he’s still sketchy…) or if this might lead to something occurring?? lol idk where my mind is going with this!!

her just blurting out the truth about why she told him to leave 💀💀 AHHHH bruce is probably gonna be so stressed about that :( i can’t wait to see his reaction!!

also! if u do like the songs that remind us on motn i will literally send u one every chapter because i do in fact have a bruce wayne playlist (i have brAIN ROT💀 from this movie)

i think iris by the goo goo dolls is SUCH a bruce song and ESPECIALLY with his feelings towards her in motn 🥺

anyway, i really loved this chapter and i’m so excited for the next one! and i hope you feel better soon!!

🖤

***CH 22 SPOILERS***

I'm a sucker for the fluff and cliche too!! Sharing a bed (or there's only one bed) is one of my all-time favorites.

Love that you noticed those lines 🥺 I'm really proud of lines like that and I adore when people notice them.

And again....this fic is idiots to lovers and I stand by it.

I too would be distracted by his abs. Every time I watch the movie I'm watching his muscles, so. It's valid.

I also relate to focusing on other things (cleaning or otherwise) when feeling too much. Is it healthy? I'm not sure. But I do it.

Yes I've seen nwh so I get the reference!! (And yes I went through a Tom Holland phase and I'm still not totally out of it!)

Love that you noticed the similarities between her and Bruce!! 🥰

What was I just saying about favorite cliches?? Gala scenes are included! 👀

Can't get over you pointing out your favorite sentences. It literally makes me smile so big!! 🥺

😂😂 sugar daddy bruce wayne. I mean, that is kind of the moment. That's what's happening pretty much 😂

And yes the songs!!! I love people sending me songs!! And that song is perfect. Like we already know Bruce listens to music like that too. So it's perfect. 🥺

Thank you, slowly but surely feeling better!! ❤️

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bestiesenpai · 4 years

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An incredibly loud and painful high-five - Geto Suguru

I can only imagine how hard Geto could hit your hand if he used his full strength

Suguru enjoyed being your boyfriend. You were fun to hang around, listened to him whenever he went on a rant or a tangent - there was a list of things he could say he liked about you, but it would never end.

And going on dates with you was fun as well. You always wanted to do something fun, uplifting his sometimes sombre mood into one more pleasing. Like now, you’d begged to go to an arcade today, and he’d agreed with minimal effort.

“Suguru, look!” Slapping his chest, you pointed at a crane game right by him.

“Hm?” Taking a look, his eyes widened at the prize inside. “That’s a big plushie.”

“It’s amazing!” Pressing your body against the glass, Suguru could almost see the hearts in your eyes looking at the massive plush.

“Want me to win it for you?”

“Yes!” You gasped loudly, latching onto his arm.

“Alright.” Grabbing the coins he’d exchanged at the front of the building, Suguru put a couple into the machine. “Okay baby, watch the skills at work.”

Standing off to the side, you watched him move the claw around the plush. His first try knocked into the squishy body, but otherwise didn’t move it. The second try made the plush move a few centimeters closer to the opening. Suguru grinned at the little gasp you let out, pride swelling in his chest at how impressed you were with just that little movement.

His third and fourth try barely moved it, producing the same outcome over and over. Trying not to be too miffed already, Suguru put in more money and cracked his knuckles. Blocking out the repetitive noises from the machines around him and the music blaring above his head, Suguru didn’t blink as he was so focused on the plush.

“What the fuck.” He grunted after nearly fifteen tries. The plush had moved enough to not feel like a total waste of money, but he thought he’d win it by now.

“You almost got it!” You shouted, patting him on the back excitedly.

“You try.” Pushing away from the machine, Suguru put some coins into your hands.

“I’m scared.” You pouted, nervously taking the controller.

“You can do it.” Suguru stood close behind you, a hand hovering over yours. “I’ll help.” Putting another coin into the machine, Suguru grabbed your hand more firmly. Moving the claw, you wiggled your body nervously.

Slapping the button, the claw descended onto the plush. Suguru held his breath, watching the claw wrap around the plush. It lifted a few inches off the platform before slipping out again, rolling a few centimeters closer to the opening of the machine.

“We got this!” Grabbing his other hand with your free one, you squeezed his fingers tightly. Maneuvering the claw again, Suguru watched with bated breath as the plush was lifted again, and this time falling into the shute.

“Yes!!” Letting out a girlish shriek, you rushed to get the plush out. “We did it!” Clutching the toy to your chest, you snuggled your face into it and laughed.

“We did it.” Suguru couldn’t believe it, but then you grabbed his hand and slapped.

“We did it!”

“We did!” Breaking out into a relieved laugh, Suguru pulled his hand back and hit yours as hard as he could. The excitement in his body was overwhelming, happy hormones flooding his brain and making him forget about how hard he was hitting you. The slap resounded across the arcade floor, making other people look over.

“Holy shit, Suguru!” Recoiling, your hand stung incredibly and your fingers tingled with pain.

“Sorry!” Grabbing your wrist, Suguru couldn’t stop laughing as he pressed kisses to your open palm. “I’m just excited.” Laughing some more, he rubbed his fingers across your hand.

“I can tell.” Punching him playfully in the arm, you pointed at another claw game. “We should try to win that next.”

“Let’s go.” Lacing your fingers together, Suguru felt another wave of excitement go over him at winning another thing for you in this dumb arcade.

#jujutsu kaisen #geto suguru #geto x reader #jujutsu kaisen fluff #jujutsu kaisen fanfic #jujutsu kaisen scenarios #jujutsu kaisen imagines

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seaofghouls · 3 years

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DSMP FALLS! <1>

Ah! Summer break! A time for leisure, recreation, and taking her easy.

..Unless you're me.

A pair of triplets crash through a billboard with a go-kart. "AAAAAHHH!" Being followed by a monster of unimaginable horror. "It's getting closer!" One of the triplets cried. My name is Y/N. The boy to the right of me about to puke is my triplet brother, Tubbo, while the boy to my left screaming profanities is my other triplet brother, Tommy. You may be wondering what we're doing in this situation. "Look out!" Tubbo cried. "Agh!" Y/N screamed. "This monster is such a bitch!" Tommy cried. "Tommy!" Tubbo frowned. Rest assured, there's a perfectly logical explanation!

... Let's rewind. It all began when our parents decided we could use some fresh air. They shipped us up to Gravity Falls, Oregon, to stay with our great uncle in the woods. "This attic is amazing! Just look at all of my splinters!" Tubbo cried. "..And there's a fucking goat on my bed." Tommy sighed.

Tubbo walked up to the goat.

"Hey, new friend! Yes, you can keep chewing on my shirt!" Tubbo giggled. Y/N giggled as well. Tubbo and Tommy seemed to look on the bright side of things. I, however, was having a bit of a harder time getting used to our new surroundings. "Boo!" "Aagh!" Y/N jumped up from their spot from under a tree. An old man took off a mask and started laughing. And then there was our great uncle Schlatt. That guy. Our uncle had transformed his house into a tourist trap called the Mystery Shack. The real mystery is why anyone came. And guess who had to work there? Y/N sighed, sweeping the floor. Tubbo reached out to touch something in this gift shop before Schlatt slapped his hand away.

"No touching the merchandise!" He said. Tommy snickered and touched it anyway out of spite. It seemed like it was going to be the same routine all summer, until one fateful day.

"Alright, look alive folks! I need someone to go hang up these signs in the spooky part of the forest." Schlatt said. "Not it!" The triplets said at the same time. "Also not it." Ranboo said. "Nobody asked you, Ranboo." Schlatt said. "I know and I'm comfortable with that." Ranboo smiled. "Niki! I need you to put up these signs!" Schaltt said. "I would.. but I can't.. reach." She trailed off. "I'd fire all of you if I could." Schlatt sighed. "Okay, let's make it eeny, meeny, miny, you." Schlatt pointed at Y/N. "Yes!" Tommy and Tubbo exclaimed. "Awe what? Gruncle Schlatt, whenever I'm in those woods I feel like I'm being watched." Y/N said. "Oh, this again." He rolled his eyes. "I'm serious, something weird is going on! Just today, my mosquito bites spelled out beware!" Y/N said, showing schlatt their arm. "...That says bewarb." Schlatt said. "Look kid, the whole monsters in the forest thing is just a local legend. Drummed up by guys like me to sell merch to guys like that." Schlatt pointed at a guy distracted by a schlatt bobblehead. "So quit being so paranoid!" Schlatt said. ... "Ugh, Gruncle Schlatt. nobody ever believes what I say." Y/N groaned as they hammer signs in the forest. They hammer another tree but stop when they hear metal. "huh?" They hit it the hammer again in curiosity. Finding a secret door with a machine inside, they mess with the buttons for a bit before something opens up behind them. "What the.." Reaching into the hole, they find a dusty old journal. They brush it off and start reading. "Woah.. trust no one, huh?" Y/N mumbled. "Hello!" Tubbo exclaimed. "What are you reading, some nerd book?" Tommy asked. "Uh-uh, it's nothing!" Y/N exclaimed. "Uh-UH IT'S NOTHING!" Tommy mocked. "What, are you seriously not gonna show us?" Tubbo asked. "..Let's go somewhere more private," Y/N said. ... "It's amazing! Gruncle Schlatt said I was being paranoid, but apparently, Gravity Falls has this secret dark side!" Y/N exclaimed. "WOAH!" Tubbo exclaimed. "SHUT UP!" Tommy pushed Y/N with a grin on his face. "Get this! After a certain point, the pages just stop! Like the guy who was writing it mysteriously disappeared!" Y/N exclaimed.

The doorbell rang. "Who's that?" Y/N asked. "Welp, time to spill the beans! This guy's got a platonic date!" Tubbo grinned. "Platonic??" "Date??" Schlatt walked in as Tubbo came back in with someone. "Hey family, I want you to meet my new platonic boyfriend!" Tubbo exclaimed. "Sup." He said. "Hey." Y/N and Tommy said. "How's it hanging?" Schlatt finger gunned. "We met at the cemetery. He's really deep." Tubbo smiled. "..What's your name?" Y/N asked. "Normal.. Man!" He groaned out. "He means Norman." Tubbo giggled. "..Are you bleeding, Norman?" Tommy asked. "..It's jam." Norman said. Y/N stared at him in suspicion before Tubbo dragged Norman away. There was something with Norman that wasn't right. I decided to consult the journal. Y/N read the journal out loud. "Known for their pale skin and bad attitudes.. these creatures are often mistaken for.. TEENAGERS?!" Y/N exclaimed. "Beware Gravity Falls' nefarious ZOMBIES?!" Y/N gasped. "Zombies??" Tommy gasped. He was sitting there with Y/N. "Tommy, outside!" Y/N exclaimed. "Oh, no! Tubbo!" They both yelled. Norman lurched towards Tubbo, grabbed him, and put a flower crown on him. "Daisies?? You scallywag!" Tubbo gushed. "Is our brother dating a zombie or are we just going nuts?" Tommy muttered. "It's a dillema to be sure." Charlie said. "Agh!" Y/N jumped. "I couldn't help but overhear you guys talking to yourselves in this empty room." Charlie explained. "Charlie, you've seen Tubbo's platonic date, right? He's got to be zombie!" Y/N said. "Hm.. how many brains did you see the guy eat?" Charlie asked. "Zero.." Y/N sighed. "Look, dudes, I believe you. I'm seeing strange thing in this town all the time. Like, the mailman, I'm pretty sure that guy's a werewolf. But! You gotta have proof, or else people will think you're a major cukoo clock." Charlie said. "As always, big C, you're right." Tommy said. "My wisdom is both a wisdom and a curse." Charlie said. "Charlie! The toilets are clogged again!" Schlatt called out. "I am needed elsewhere." Charlie took off. Y/N and Tommy decided to work together to get some evidence. Throughout their studies, Norman certainly had strange behavior, but not enough to convict him of anything supernatural. "I'll talk to Tubbo, don't worry, sib!" Tommy said. "Alright." Y/N nodded. ... Tommy walked into the triplets' shared room. "Tubbo, we've got to talk about Norman." Tommy said. "I know! Isn't he great?? Look at this smooch mark he gave me!" Tubbo turned his head to show a large red area on his face. "Egh!" Tommy cried. "Hah! Gullible. It was just an accident with the leafblower. That was fun." Tubbo laughed. "No, listen, Tubbo! I'm trying to tell you that Norman is not what he seems! The journal that Y/N found!" Tommy insisted. "You think he might be a vampire?? That would be awesome!" Tubbo gasped. "Guess again, big T! A zombie he is!" Tommy said. "A zombie?? Not funny, Tommy!" Tubbo frowned. "I'm not joking! Y/N can agree, it all adds up! The bleeding, the limp, he never blinks! Have you noticed that??" Tommy exclaimed. "Maybe he's blinking when you're blinking." Tubbo suggested. "HE'S GOING TO EAT YOUR BRAINS, BIG T!" Tommy shook Tubbo. "Tommy! Listen to me. Norman and I are going on a date tonight and I'm going to be adorable! He's going to be dreamy! And I'm not going to let you and Y/N ruin it with another one of your crazy conspirices!" Tubbo kicked Tommy out. "Ah man.. what am I gonna do??" Tommy slumped against the door. Someone sat down next to him. "How'd it go, bro-bro?" Y/N asked. "He's refusing to listen.. He kicked me out." Tommy sighed. Y/N frowned. "Not surprising. Hopefully he'll come to that realization in his own." ... The two out of three triplets were sitting on the couch, looking over the footage. "I guess we don't have any actual evidence, huh?" Y/N sighed. "Yeah.. I guess we can be kinda paranoid sometimes-" Tommy stopped. In the footage clip, Norman's hand fell off and he put it back on. "WAIT WHAT?!" Tommy and Y/N exclaimed. They leaped off

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couch in a hurry. "WE WERE RIGHT! HOLY SHIT!" Tommy exclaimed. Racing outside, the two tried to find their uncle. "GRUNCLE SCHLATT! GRUNCLE SCHLATT!" Y/N called out. Schlatt wasn't paying attention.

"Wait! Niki has the cart!" Tommy suggested. "Good eye, Tommy!" Y/N grinned. "Niki! Niki! We need the cart to save our brother from a zombie!" They ran up to her. "Try not to hit any pedestrains." She winked, giving them the keys. "Alright, Tommy! Let's go save our sister!" Y/N grinned. They backed up before Charlie stopped them. "Dudes! This is for the zombies." He handed them a shovel. "Thanks." Y/N grinned, "This is in case you see a pinata." He handed them a bat. "..Thanks?" Tommy said. "Better safe than sorry!" He called out. Tommy and Y/N sped off to find their brother. They heard screams and drove to the direction of the sound. "LET'S GO!" Y/N exclaimed. "Get his arm there, Steve!" Tubbo was struggling against several gnomes. "WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON HERE?!" Tommy exclaimed. "Tommy! Y/N! Norman turned out to be a bunch of gnomes! And they're total assholes!" Tubbo cried.

"Gnomes..? We were way off." Tommy mumbled. Y/N flipped open the journal. "Damn.. no weaknesses." They sighed. "Hey! Hey! Let go of my brother!" Y/N demanded. "This is all one big misunderstanding. Your brothers not in any danger! He's just marrying all one thousand of us and becoming our king for all of eternity!" The lead gnome explained. "Give him back right now, or else, prick!" Tommy demanded. "You think you can stop us, child? You have no idea what we're capable of!" The gnome went on a tangent before Tommy scooped him up with the shovel and tossed him to the side. Y/N used that chance to free Tubbo, dragging him back to the kart with Tommy. "GO GO GO!" Tubbo exclaimed. "I wouldn't worry about it. See their little fucking legs? Those pricks are tiny." Tommy smirked. Tommy stopped when they heard the noises of a creature. A giant gnome creature, to be exact. "Damn." Tubbo said. "MOVE! GO GO GO!" Y/N screeched. The giant creature chased them through the forest. Gnomes launched onto the kart. "Agh!" Tubbo exclaimed. "GET OFF MY FACE!" Y/N cried. "I got you, sib!" Tubbo punched the gnome, while also accidentally punching Y/N several times before the gnome let go, revealing new bruises on Y/N's face. "..Thanks bro.." They winced. "Look out!" Tubbo cried. They crashed into the back of the Mystery Shack. They were officially cornered. The triplets hugged each other in terror. "W-where's Gruncle Schlatt??" Y/N asked. "It's the end of the line, kids! Tubbo, marry us before we do something crazy!" The lead gnome ordered. "There's gotta be a fucking way out of this.." Tommy muttered. "I gotta do it." Tubbo decided. "What?!" The other two triplets exclaimed. "Tubbo, are you crazy?!" Y/N asked. "Trust me." Tubbo said. "..What??" Tommy gasped. "Trust me, just this once, guys." Tubbo said. The two hesitated and then nodded. "Alright, Jeff. I'll marry you." Tubbo stepped forward. "Hot dog!" The lead gnome climbed down to Tubbo. "You may now kiss the groom." Tubbo said after the lead gnome put a ring on his finger. "Well, I don't if I do!" The lead gnome grinned, puckering up. Tubbo took that chance to hit him with the leafblower that was left outside. "Agh!" The gnome screamed. "That's for lying to me! That's the breaking my heart! And that's for messing with my siblings!" Tubbo shot the gnome off into the forest and the rest of the gnomes scattered away. As the triplets walked back into the Mystery Shack, Tubbo stopped them. "Hey, Y/N, Tommy, I'm sorry. You two were really just trying to look out for me." Tubbo sighed. "Oh, don't be like that! You saved our asses back there!" Tommy smiled. "I guess I'm just sad that Norman turned out to be a bunch of gnomes." Tubbo sighed. "Hey, look on the bright side! Maybe the next one will be a vampire." Y/N giggled. "You're just saying that." Tubbo giggled, punching their shoulder. "..Awkward triplet hug?" Y/N suggested. "Awkward triplet hug." Tommy and Tubbo said together, the three of them in a hug. ... "Yeesh, you three get hit by a bus or something? Hahah!" Schlatt laughed. The triplets ignored him. "Hey, um,, I accidentally overstocked some items, why don't you three take something?" Schlatt said. "What's the catch?" Y/N raised an eyebrow. "The catch is do it before I change my mind, now go!" Schlatt said. The triplets grinned at each other. Tubbo picked out a grappling hook, Tommy picked out a music disc, and Y/N picked out a a hat with a bat symbol on it. ... This journal told me that there was no one you could trust. But when you go up against an army of gnomes with side by side with two people, you realize they probably got their back. "Tubbo, can you get the light?" Y/N asked. "You got it, sib!" Tubbo shot the grappling hook at the light. "Oh, for fuck's sake!" Tommy rolled his eyes. Tubbo and Y/N giggled. Our uncle told us there was nothing strange about this town, but who knows what other secrets are waiting to be unlocked? -------

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Interview with Half Shy (the songwriter of “Monster”)

For the last few months, I’ve been collecting information for a second edition of Exploring the Land of Ooo that will also cover the production of Distant Lands. This means that I’ve started to look into the new songs that we have been graced with this year, and this of course includes “Monster,” the beautiful track from the masterpiece that is “Obsidian”. And so I reached out to the song’s writer, Half Shy, who was kind enough to chat with me via email about the songwriting process!

(Photo courtesy of Half Shy)

In many ways, Half Shy is living the creative Adventure Time fan’s dream: She got asked by Adam Muto himself to write a song for “Obsidian” after he heard her music through Bandcamp! (I’ve dabbled in fan music before, and the fact that someone from the show might listen to it just blows my mind.) What an opportunity; I am so excited for her!

Since a second edition of my book won’t be coming out until after all the Distant Lands episodes air, I thought it would be best to share my Half Shy interview now. Read on for the fascinating behind the scenes story of how Half Shy and “Monster” came to be..

GunterFan: What is your origin story? How did you get involved in music, and how did the Half Shy project come to be?

Half Shy: I’ve been making music pretty quietly since I was in high school with a keyboard and guitar. I played one or two shows a year after college when I could find a friend or my brother to get up on stage with me, but I don’t really have that performer gene in me naturally. I get too much in my head and forget what the lyrics are to the song I wrote, or what the next chord is. Total brain freeze. So that whole experience is a bit of a mental drain. It’s something I think I’d like to dig into and figure out, but right now I’m really enjoying the time writing.

Even playing a song for my friends I still get pretty nervous. That’s where the name Half Shy comes from. I’ve always been interested in making things that by their nature draw a bit of a spotlight, but at the same time, I am just really quite nervous about the attention.

I recorded my first songs under my old name Hey V Kay in my bedroom and started putting them up online one at a time. When I got enough I thought about packaging it up into an album, but then got really distracted by learning how to fix up motorcycles and going to automotive tech school. When I eventually got back around to it I named the album Gut Wrenching.

After a few years I realized that I didn’t want the day-in-day-out life of a mechanic, I just wanted to know how to fix cars for myself and to have that knowledge in my back pocket. I got back into making music but grew frustrated at the process of writing and recording songs. I felt like I wasn’t able to capture the ideas I had in my head. Like trying to draw on your computer with a mouse. Doable, but it’s not going to come out like you’d hoped.

So these last couple of years I’ve focused more on learning the technical aspect of it, from the initial ideas and lyrics, to the recording and mixing. During that process I put out Bedroom Visionaries, and while writing I happened upon the name Half Shy in an old Thesaurus which felt instantly right. Learning all of that has been fun, I even went as far as to create my own book to solidify a daily writing routine (lyricworkbook.com). All that has been a bit of a tangent from actually making much music though. I should be getting my books in December from the press so I’m really looking forward to getting back into making more music instead of dealing with printing presses, setting up websites, and sourcing ribbon suppliers.

GF: What is the story behind "Monster"? How did the show get in contact with you?

HS: I keep a log of “Song Starters” with neat things I’ve heard in the world, and I would look through it every now and then and notice just how many came from Adventure Time. Eventually I thought well, I have to make a song about this show that just keeps breaking my heart. It was around the time I was nearly done with the first [Adventure Time-inspired] song “In My Element” that I got an email from Bandcamp saying “someone bought your album (Bedroom Visionaries).”

I get maybe one or two of these a month at most so I love to go in and say hi to the person and say thanks, be curious about who they are, [and] what they’re all about. Turns out it was Adam Muto, the executive producer of the show. (I asked and he has no idea how he happened upon my stuff. He guessed that I must have tagged something #adventuretime and he just happened to see it.) So I sent him an email saying, “Hey wow thanks for checking out my tunes. Also... holy crap you’ve made the best show I have ever seen in my life.” [I] played it real cool like. After finishing up writing my second [Adventure Time-inspired] song “Betty” I couldn’t help but fangirl real hard [and I sent him another message saying], “I’m sorry this is probably awkward, but I really love your show and I wrote these songs about it.” He was incredibly kind and shared them with his Twitter Universe, and a while after that I got a random email from him saying basically, “Hey, I’m working on this thing I can’t talk about, would you be interested?” I was like… well you know I’m pretty busy working at a sign shop so I’m gonna have to pass on this once in a lifetime opportunity (J/K. Obviously I fan-girl squealed and said yes immediately).

We chatted a bit about what the project was going to be and the direction. He mentioned there [would be] two Marceline songs in the special, [and he asked if I] would I be interested in giving the love song a try? Trying real hard to suppress my instant imposter syndrome I was like, “Yea, totally I’d be into giving that a shot!” So I read through the story and loved the idea of the dragon mirrored in Marceline, thinking through how they’ve both built up a protective shell, how she grew tough for a reason, but now she can open up and be vulnerable with PB.

From there I wrote the initial demo with the first two verses mostly intact and we went back and forth a few times editing it down into the final version. I recorded the final parts for the show in my little home studio in Seattle.

GS: When you were writing the song, what emotions, thoughts, or ideas were you channeling? Was there any sort of memory of event that you were trying to artistically "catch" or "recreate" with the lyrics or music?

HS: As far as channeling an emotion, generally I’d say just the experience of existing as a human. It can be so hard to open up and be vulnerable. I can remember that feeling even as a young kid—getting really excited about something and having someone completely trash it or look at you like, “Why are you so interested in that? It’s dumb.” [It causes us to grow] a little more weary to share ourselves because we know that hurt and embarrassment. The pain of being misunderstood is something I think a lot of us can relate to. Then having to decide whether to keep sharing those vulnerable parts of yourself or think, “They’re just not going to get it, I’m going to get hurt, so why bother?” and then stop putting yourself out there. You lose a lot with that thick armor though. You might feel protected, but you’re not feeling a whole lot of anything else other than the weight and chafing of it (I had a whole lot of armor-related metaphors that I didn't end up using.).

I struggle with this in songwriting too. I’m not the bolt-of-lightning type. There are pages and pages of cliches, total garbage, bad jokes, and cheesy lines that I have to get through in order to get to something that I am excited to put out there into the world: “Here I did this thing, I know it’s a little (this or that), but I made it... What do you think?” It’s hard to open yourself up to hearing the other end of that question.

I filled about 5 little pocket notebooks just thinking through the story, ideas, and trying to get this song right. I wanted it to feel familiar and honor the past songs of the show ([e.g.,] using the ukulele and referencing a few of the familiar chords from “I’m Just Your Problem”) but also be pretty open and vulnerable and different for [Marceline]. [I wanted to] show that she’s going through some tough emotions but also figuring herself out and growing.

GF: I feel like “Monster” is, at its core, an ode to the “Bubbline” ship. How do you feel about your song being intimately connected to one of the most famous LGBTQ+ relationships in animation? Do you have any general thoughts on Marcy and PB, Bubbline, etc.?

HS: Oh, I’m a total fan girl of Bubbline. The whole story of how Rebecca Sugar and Muto slowly morphed it into this deeper relationship is just great. As a part of the LGBTQ community myself it really means so much to see the representation of characters like yourself portrayed in an intelligent way. Growing up I was too young to fully understand what was going on but I saw Ellen getting cancelled, and [I] heard people around me saying they’d never watch her show again after she came out. That stuff sinks in as a kid and so to have these characters who are not only intelligent, but funny, complex, and unapologetically strong who also happen to be queer is really great. I love that the story here isn’t about their orientation, but that they’re people struggling with how to be open and vulnerable in a relationship.

It feels like something sci-fi and animated shows do so well—to show that ridiculousness of limiting who a person should and shouldn’t love. Marceline is a 1000+ year old half-demon/vampire and PB was born from the Mothergum of an apocalyptic radioactive world, but you’re going to get hung up on them loving each other? It sort of brings it into perspective in a really interesting way.

GF: Do you have any other thoughts about the experience that you'd like to share?

HS: Just how lucky, thankful, and honored I feel to be a part of my favorite show, writing a song for one of my favorite characters. It’s also incredibly cool how the people on the show are so willing to connect and collaborate with their fandom. Everyone [on the production crew] was very open and a real joy to work with.

I’d like to give a huge “Thank you!” to Half Shy for agreeing to participate in this interview; she really was quite amiable! If you’d like to hear more of her music, check out her website and her Bandcamp. You can also follow her on Instragram here and on Twitter here. And of course, here is Half Shy’s awesome video of “Monster”.

#adventure time #atimers #adventure time distant lands #atdl #half shy #monster #bubbline #marceline #marceline the vampire queen #bubblegum #princess bubblegum #pb #adam muto #interview

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