#started with the other party going hey you look neat can i ask you a bunch of questions??

[eldritchmochi]

i mean, yeah? maybe its because im chronically ill and people *hate* the "how are you" small talk script to be answered with anything other than "good" or similar, and i am never "good", but with a lot of my friends (who are by and large neurodivergent, true), one on one convos tend to be a lot of [insert link to thing the other will enjoy] or questions like "what project have you been working on?" or "what have you written recently?" or "any fun new clothes/books/other collectables purchased?" -- things that speak to what we are interested in and can talk about at length rather than "hru? // good hbu?"

dont get me wrong, small talk script has a time and a place and its definitely useful in situations like the workplace, etc, where you arent in a close relationship with anyone, but with loved ones? you bet your ass im busting into their dms with DEEP PHILOSOPHICAL QUESTIONS (and memes)

[cherie-doll]

What if our MW Boys were in their teenage years and Reader is a Cheerleader?

oh, so we hitting that high school au?

ε price, ghost, soap, gaz, roach, alejandro, rudy, phillip graves, makarov, keegan, könig, horangi, nikto з

ଘ Price notices you slack off in class sometimes, but he's not close enough to offer you help. So instead, you are trying to figure out who is leaving notes in your locker and slipping outlines of class into your textbooks. In the library while you might be falling asleep from staying up late the previous night practicing for the upcoming school game, he is peeping at you over his book to quietly chuckle to himself at your sleeping form. He might correct or scold anyone else who is slacking off, but he gently corrects you and guides you to help you stay on top of your studies. His reward in this is just getting to be acquainted to you, otherwise you wouldn't associate with him since there is little to nothing in common between you two.

ଘ Simon being that quiet, tall and brooding kid everyone's too scared to approach but is crushed on by half the school. He receives a ton of love letters and confessions in his locker but he always throws them away. Sometimes, he doesn't even spare a glance at them before he's discarding them. He's almost always seen at the bleachers when you're doing practices with the rest of your team. He's the only one there who stays for the entire practice, from beginning to end, observing the routine. When you're not looking you can feel as if eyes were on you, burning into you as you moved. Yet, he always left before you were able to approach him. The other cheerleaders tease you for having a "stalker".

ଘ Johnny is that hot jock who's always had a crush on you. Well, he's dated a lot of girls but really you're the only one who's had him stuttering and nervous to ask you out. He takes you seriously but is afraid you'll reject him. He's seen you reject anyone else to asks you out, so he's afraid you'll barely spare a glance at him before ignoring him. He enjoys throwing parties but does it mostly in hopes that you'll show up, yet he's hesitant to approach you and when he does it's small talk that leads no where for him. For the first time in his life, he's looking down, biting his lip and awkwardly smiling trying to crack jokes to make you laugh. It's sort of cute seeing him flustered.

ଘ Kyle is the one friend who's stuck with you since you were new in school. He's the one who helped you with all your classes, with his gentle smile and warm eyes that made you feel like it was going to be alright. He had noticed you staring at the poster for the cheerleader tryouts and encouraged you to join. If it weren't for him, you'd never have made it. Not only was he a good friend, but an excellent role model of a student; straight A's and all got along with teachers and most students. He came to school in neat yet fashionable clothes, he looked so put together and you don't think you've ever seen him be stressed out even when it seemed like he was balancing so many things at once. He invites you out to the movies and other outings that could almost count as dates, is he trying to hint at something?

ଘ Roach is that secret admirer of yours you've been receiving gifts and letters from since the school year started. You don't know it's him because he's always sitting at the back of the classes he's in with you and is in the crowd, excited to see you when you're at games. He didn't reveal it was him until a school dance came around and you decided to give him a chance. Hey, he's kinda endearing, why not? He wasn't bad looking, that's for sure. You found his love to be a little of a puppy love, him sticking to you when he could and following you around. But he grew a little more confident and would take you places and show you things. "Hey, I want to show you something cool". And he'd have the most interesting, and a little weird, interests to fascinate you with. But he really did know what you liked, which was a huge difference to you from the hot jocks who seemed to be brain dead and only talk about what they liked.

ଘ Alejandro with his charming smile who makes everyone fawn over him. You notice him getting along with everyone and he's smiled at you a few times when you pass each other in the hallway and you can't help but develop a little crush on him. You're not sure if you are interesting enough for him since he always seems to be the topic of interest. He is simply someone who people constantly want to be around, he makes funny jokes and is charismatic. Little do you know, you've caught his eye. He is curious about you and observes you when he gets the chance. He thinks you must be quite popular seeing as you're on the cheerleading team.

ଘ You're sorta struggling in class and you've noticed Rudy is one of the top students. You feel dumb asking for help but end up deciding to get tutoring from him after school. Turns out he's the nicest person you've ever encountered and whenever you two stay after school to study he ensures you understand each lesson before moving on not caring about how late it is and you can't help but start to like him. So far, he's really the only guy who hasn't flirted or said anything inappropriate to you despite still wearing the cheerleading outfit with the short skirt/shorts when he tutors you. He's never let his eyes drift down to your body and all his gestures are careful and respectful. You just love a guy like that.

ଘ Phillip who has made it clear to the entire school that he is dating you. He is very loud when cheering for you at games you reconsider who is the real cheerleader here. Everyone knows he is a daddy's boy because he often has money on him and borrows expensive items like his father's cars to impress you when driving you around town. He knows you're not big on showy stuff so he takes the time to find out what you like, maybe simpler things, and taking you to do that. One of his favorite activities is picking you up after your cheerleading practice to eat at a diner he's discovered.

ଘ Makarov is the rich foreign exchange student. Many try to offer him help but he isn't worried about his education, if anything he preoccupies himself with other things. He doesn't bother being around people he finds bland so he often skips classes, not caring. Well, what about one day when he sees you practicing your routine out in the field? He watches from afar and finds it strange he cannot take his eyes off of you. He has good taste so he doesn't wait long before approaching you directly. He is upfront and it's honestly hard to reject him asking you out when he does it in front of the entire school, with a huge bouquet of flowers and an expensive present. All that just to take you somewhere out of school.

ଘ Keegan the cute alt guy who never shows up to the school games, sits at the back of the class just observing everyone else or completely absorbed doing his own thing and has like one other person he hangs out with. Still, his off-putting demeanor isn't his only trait as he was the one who scared off those bullies who wouldn't stop trying to corner you in the school library. You have no idea how to thank him other than giving him a free ticket to the next school game. He can only shrug and look at it before you say it'd mean a lot if he came since you don't know how else to thank him. That day, you make sure you look your best even if you are not sure if he will show up. But he really is curious and decides to show up. He could get used to showing you attention since you are worth his time.

ଘ The adorable new foreign exchange student you've taken an interest in. König seems to be very occupied with learning the school system and passing his classes. But he just so happened to catch your eye and you were planning on bagging him before anyone else could. You would loop your arm around his, your hand in the crook of his elbow, and pull him along with you while he just allows himself to be dragged along because he doesn't want to be impolite. He can't help but think your smile is nice and feels a little hot when you give him those eyes. But he's here to study not get sidetracked, how about you show him that a little distraction won't hurt his grades? He did tell you he wanted to branch out and socialize a bit more.

ଘ Skater boy Horangi who spends a lot of time outdoors practicing his skills, he listens to music on a speaker and is very honest you think he might be mocking you sometimes. In reality, he is trying to win you over by trying to make you laugh with his questionable jokes. Secretly, he may watch you and write down facts or try to capture your likeness on a sketchpad he carries around. He keeps it hidden because he is afraid what will you think of him if you saw how many pages you've filled up in that sketchbook of his. He tries to maintain that effortlessly cool boy image you probably have in your head. He is in fact a lover boy but doesn't want to admit it.

ଘ There aren't many things Nikto displays an interest in. Most people assume he isn't even human due to his nature of being extremely frank and blunt. Most students wouldn't believe someone as intimidating as Nikto was dating the cheerleader. It is like your own secret that he cherishes deep in his heart, since he doesn't have to share there is no risk of others taking it away from him. He looks forward to those stolen moments of the day where he can get away to some isolated place with you, like on the school rooftop, the woods near the schoolyard or underneath the bleachers where you can enter in your own world. He can be quite the sweetheart when you least expect it, since he expresses himself very sincerely it is hard not to think he is lovable.

[cherryobx]

Today

a/n: part 2 of this fic, can be read on its own!

pairing: Rafe Cameron x reader

summary: the morning after getting drunk and trying to kiss your best friend the previous night

warnings: language, one sexual innuendo i think, mentions of getting drunk, being hangover and nausea (but no detailed descriptions)

wc: 1.5k

The sun shines directly into your eyes through the windows of your bedroom and forces you awake. It’s almost painful. You get up to pull down the blinds to make the room dark and being in there bearable. 

You fall back into bed and bury your face in the numerous pillows propped up against the headboard, regretting drinking last night. The headache and nausea are bad but you’ve definitely experienced worse. You’ll live.

You reach for your phone which you usually place on the nightstand for the night, but it isn’t there. Lifting your head from the pillows you squint in confusion. There’s a water bottle, an Advil pill and a piece of paper there instead.

Sitting up, you grab the note first. Rafe’s neat handwriting fills the sticky note.

Had to go home for a sec. I’ll come by later. Make that hangover your bitch. - R

Right, he stayed the night. You smile at that and place it back down on the nightstand before popping the Advil into your mouth and downing almost the entire bottle of water in one go.

Memories from the previous night slowly start flooding in. Best friend’s birthday party. Too much alcohol. Hot tub. Phone ruined by said hot tub. Rafe taking you home. Begging Rafe to kiss you.

Oh my God. You asked your best friend to kiss you while drunk. That is so embarrassing. Even though it’s exactly what you’ve wanted for a while now. You weren’t planning on spilling your feelings to him while drunk like this. How can you look him in the eye when he comes by later knowing that you tried to pursue him romantically last night?

The hangover is now battling with your nerves and it’s not a very good combination. In an attempt to feel like a human again, you get up from bed, brush your teeth, fix your hair as much as possible and remove the makeup from last night and finally change into something other than your pyjamas.

Even those little mundane tasks are a bit difficult as your head spun and pounded simultaneously. You lay back in your bed to catch your breath but drift off instead.

Rafe keeps his word and comes over sometime in the afternoon, after a trip to the nearest technology store and buying you a new phone just like he had promised.

“Hey.” You feel a hand on your shoulder, shaking you gently to wake you up from your slumber.

“Oh, hey.” You sit up and rub the sleep from your eyes.

Rafe is sitting on the edge of your bed and it’s giving you flashbacks from last night when you two were sitting just like this. But this time the air is different. There’s something unspoken between you two.

He gives you a once over before shoving a small box into your hands. Your eyes fall to your hands in your lap and see a brand new phone in them. It’s the newer model of your previous one and you know for a fact it’s expensive.

“You didn’t.” Disbelief and shock are evident in your tone of voice. 

“I told you I would.” He seems almost proud of himself.

You scoff. “Asshole. I can’t accept this. Take it back.” You attempt to give it back to him but he pulls his hands away and holds them in the air, refusing to take it.

“No. It’s yours.”

“I don’t want it,” you rebut but it’s no use. He refuses to take it back.

“You need it.”

“I could’ve bought one with my own money. I don’t want you spending so much on me. It’s insane, Rafe.”

“I don’t mind spending a little on you once in a while.” He shrugs like it’s nothing. Like this huge amount of money means nothing to him.

“A little? For fuck’s sake, Rafe, this is a thousand dollar phone! That is way too much.” Your voice is high pitched and desperate. You really can’t accept this. It’s too much. You feel bad for him spending such a sum on you.

“Is it? Don’t really care.”

“Oh my fucking God, you’re impossible!” 

He chuckles. “You love me.”

“I’m about to whoop your fucking ass.”

“Kinky.” He smirks and lays down on his side, body propped up by his forearm and elbow.

You stare at the phone between your hands and then him. You know he won’t budge. Once Rafe has set his mind to something it’s impossible to change it. You also know he won’t take the phone back out of spite. If you don’t want something it’’s exactly what he’ll give you.

“Thank you,” you say, finally giving up. It’s impossible to convince him to take it back.

“You’re welcome, sweetheart.”

Sweetheart. Your heart tightens at the nickname he uses. It’s not abnormal for him to use nicknames like this for you, but today it feels immensely different.

“Have you eaten anything today?” he asks with a slightly worried tone.

You shake your head. “No. I’ve been too nauseous all morning.”

At that he pulls his phone out of the pocket of his shorts, taps a few buttons and then hands it to you. “Order something then.”

You look at him dumbfounded. “What?”

“Food, sweetheart. Order something. You need to eat,” he insists.

Your first thought is that it’s such a sweet gesture which shows your best friend really cares about you. The second one is that he’s about to spend even more money on you. And that you don’t like.

“Rafe.” 

He knows what this is about but refuses to let you argue in any way. “Shut up and get what you want.” 

You zip your lips and scroll on the app on his phone, looking through the options the restaurants offer and choosing what looks and feels the most appetising at the moment. You decide on just fries and chicken nuggets. Your usual hangover food pick. They somehow taste even better than they normally do when you’re battling a killer headache.

“Classic,” he chuckles as you hand him his phone back and he takes a look at what you chose.

He picks something for himself too and then presses the order button and pays for both of your food.

As you wait for the food to arrive, he offers to help you set up your new, extremely expensive, phone. He scoots next to you on the bed, both of you now sitting beside each other, backs against the headboard and your sides together, touching each other. Your skin tingles where it touches his and the feeling is almost addictive.

He taps away on the screen, focused on getting all your data over to this new phone but you just look at him, taking him in. He’s so into the task in front of him that he doesn’t even notice your soft eyes on him. How you look at him with adoration in your eyes and a tightness in your chest.

The familiar urge to kiss him from last night resurfaces. Didn’t he mention he wanted this too? You’re not sure. What if you remember incorrectly? What if your memory is lying to you or making his promises from last night up?

But the need is so strong and your mind is just telling you to go for it. Is this a bad idea? Too late.

Your hand reaches out before you stop yourself, before you can think twice about your actions. You must be still drunk from last night because where is this sudden courage coming from?

You place your hand on his chin and gently turn his head to face you. His face is full of curiosity and confusion.

“I’m sorry,” you say, apologising in advance for your actions because you don’t know what the aftermath of this will be. Leaning in, you place your lips on his which takes Rafe by surprise.

He’s taken aback for a second and pulls away to look at you. He’s searching your eyes for any hesitation or regret. When he doesn’t find a shred of them there, he drops your new phone from his hands, disregarding it somewhere in the sheets and grabbing your face with both of his hands and reuniting your lips once again, kissing you desperately. Like he needs it to breathe. Like he’s hungry and has been starving for months.

It’s feverish. You’re both satisfying a craving you’ve been trying to ignore for so long and all of those feelings are unleashed into that kiss. 

“Don’t ever fucking apologize for that again,” he says when you break apart to catch your breath. His forehead is resting against yours and it’s so intimate on so many levels you feel lightheaded.

You open your mouth, wholeheartedly intending to apologise again but he stops you in your tracks. A ‘shut up’ leaves his mouth before it’s on yours again, shutting you up very effectively. 

“Ass,” you mumble in between kisses.

“You kiss me with that mouth?” He fakes shock at your words.

“Shut up.” You roll your eyes and use his tactic to shut him up instead.

[cowboyshadows]

the roommate problem

simon's roommates are always finding themselves smack dab in the middle of something troublesome, usually resulting in him having to clean up their messes. but with a pretty little thing surprising him at the door, maybe he doesn't wanna clean anything up anymore.

warnings: explicit oral sex. mdni

ROOMMATE FOR SPACIOUS 2 ROOM KITCHEN WANTED

>2 bedrooms, 1 attached and 1 separate bathroom (room up for offer has attached bathroom), 1 kitchen with all basic utilities including oven, apartment relatively clean

>three inhabitants already, so upon acceptance of application you will be sharing a room with one of us.

>must be non-smoker, cat-friendly, no parties in the house, okay with non-kosher and non-vegetarian food in the kitchen and house

>we have one cat. No parking spaces available in the complex, but there’s a lot of space on the street. Laundromat is right across the street. Complex location is one minute away from main street, where there is a mall and a lot of restaurants + cafes.

>no additional furniture required.

Followed by a few pictures of the flat in question: neat and tidy. Suspiciously neat and tidy, in fact, especially for a Craigslist ad. But you’d been looking for a flat for months now… beggars can’t be choosers.

SERIOUS INQUIRIES ONLY

You stand at the door, phone in hand open to the screenshot of the ad. You’ve already rung the bell twice now — was it off? Just to make sure, you raise your hand to knock.

But before your hand lands three polite raps on the hardwood, it opens.

A tall, burly fellow with cropped blonde hair and eye bags meets your gaze. His expression hardens, and you can almost swear he’s frowning.

‘Can I help you?’ he grunts, in an accent so stereotypically Manchester it makes you want to laugh. But by the looks of this guy, you did not want to find out how he’d take that.

‘Uhh… the roommate ad?’ You hold your phone up awkwardly.

He furrows his blonde brows slightly. ‘Stand by.’ He slams the door in your face. Well, damn.

//

Simon walks — no, storms — into the bathroom to find Johnny and Kyle yakking away like frat bros at a rager. He grabs Johnny by the back of his t-shirt like a kitten held at the scruff.

‘I thought I asked you to delete the fuckin’ ad.’

Even as he’s one millimeter away from being shoved against the cold tiled wall behind him, Johnny smiles. ‘What the fuck are ya on about?’

He lets him go, crossing his arms across his torso like a disappointed parent. ‘The roommate ad.’

‘Is that who’s at the door right now?’ inquires Kyle. ‘What are you gonna do?’

Simon runs his hands through his hair. ‘Tell 'er we’re not interested, obviously. Wha’ else?’

He can almost see the cogs start to churn in Johnny’s mind the moment he used pronouns. ‘Wait, it’s a bird?’

Kyle and him share a look — much to his disdain, Simon recognises that look. ‘You can’t tell her to go away,’ says Gaz, less-than-innocent smile plastered across his face. Simon suddenly feels an itch in his fingertips to right-hook it off. ‘What if she’s hot?’

‘Is she hot, Simon?’ Johnny asks, feigning a professional manner. ‘It’s too good to be true.’

Before he can stop the both of them — rascals — they’re off to the front door. They’ve dropped the toothbrush and tube of paste in an almost cartoonish manner.

They scramble over each other in greetings when the door swings open.

//

You hear a flurry of heys and his and how do you dos when the door opens again.

There’s a man with a mohawk, and there’s a man with a little bit of toothpaste on the corner of his mouth.

‘I’m here about the room—’

‘The roommate ad, yes, we’re so happy. Finally.’ They’re both flashing grins at you, teeth bared.

They invite you in, give you a seat on the couch — ‘only the best in the house for our new roommate!’ — and scamper to bring you beverages. The best they can come up with is a mug of lukewarm water.

‘Thanks.’

They’re both sat from across you on the wooden coffee table. The man who had first opened the door for you is lurking behind them, his presence eerily bodyguard-like. You wish that his roommates’ eagerness was enough to make up for his inexplicable standoffishness.

‘You know, I don’t think we even need to ask you anything,’ the man with the toothpaste on his mouth says. ‘I’m Kyle, but most people just call me Gaz. This man is Johnny, and the blonde sourpuss is Simon. Welcome!’

You smile, albeit a little confused at how inviting they’re being. You introduce yourself, trying to make a good impression — your name, your job, why you need this apartment so badly, and so on. They seem to be making a good show of paying attention, nodding and active listening. But the man in the back is unyielding still.

‘Sounds great, lass. Think we’re gonna enjoy gettin’ ta know each other, eh?’

//

Simon’s managed to leech Soap and Gaz off of you long enough for a little huddle.

‘Listen to me. You two wan’ to get your peckers wet, you do it on your own time. Pub, datin’ app, I don’ care. Don’ bring someone into the house for this.’

Soap releases a gasp which is so disingenuous, it offends Ghost. ‘Lt, how could you say such a thing? We’re just trying ta help a pretty bird out.’

‘And if somewhere along the way she decides she’s a little lonely, who are we to deny her?’ The shit-eating grin on Kyle’s face is back.

Simon clenches his jaw. As much as he didn’t want some poor lass — who clearly cannot make good decisions, he judges, if she’s here to live with three men she doesn’t know — to be on the receiving end of whatever Soap and Gaz had planned… he knew ultimately it was better them relentlessly flirting than the actual danger out in the world. Besides, you seemed really desperate for a place. Maybe you wouldn’t even mind the occasional pick-up line.

//

It takes you roundabout one week to fully settle in. Simon hates it, but he insisted that you move in his room. He doesn’t trust Johnny or Kyle to be normal about an unconquered bird sleeping in the same room as either one of them.

Over the weeks, you learn way too much about him. That he refuses to use anything that’s not his leafy, strange, hippie, organic toothpaste. He’ll throw a fit of petulance if you so much as creak the door open while he’s sleeping.

That he absolutely doesn’t appreciate it when you snipe back with a ‘if you were really asleep, you wouldn’t notice’.

You’re lying in your bed, having stolen one of his t-shirts — oh, yeah, he hates that, too. At some point you figure he’s just gonna hate anything you do, so you don’t bother asking before. Worst roommate ever. — and staring up at the ceiling. It’s dark with the lights turned out, even though you know for a fact that the two of you are sound awake. Military habits die hard. You turn your head, trying to glimpse at any sign of life on the drab other end of your new room.

‘You up?’ Your voice is quiet — so quiet, that if he hadn’t been awake, same as you… he wouldn’t have heard it at all.

‘No.’ It’s resolute, final. What he doesn’t say in that one word is laid out by the picture of his eye-bags and grumpiness anyway.

‘I’m bored,’ you continue.

Nothing but a grunt. All he did was grunt sometimes, if he could help it. Maybe he was a horse in a past lifetime. But you would never say that out loud to him…

Well, never mind, actually.

‘A fuckin’ horse? Seriously?’ You can hear the creaking of his bed as his behemoth frame sits up, and you can almost picture the aghast expression on his exhaustion-addled face even in the darkness.

‘I don’t know. Maybe.’

You can hear the frustrated thump as he collapses back in his pillow. You can hear the shuffling of fabric as he holds the sides of his pillow to his ears, trying to block out your voice. But most of all, you can hear the tiniest bit of… something like amusement.

Which wasn’t hostile. That’s good, right?

You sit up slightly, propping yourself up on your elbows. ‘This is kind of like a forbidden sleepover. I can ask you anything I want.’

‘No, you can’t.’

‘Who has the biggest penis?’

You can almost hear the roll of his eyes in his little sockets. You fall back on your bed, sated with how much you’ve managed to grind his gears for the day. Productive.

‘It’s not Soap, tha’s for sure.’ His voice is quiet, small — but it’s playful. Light.

What the fuck have you unlocked?

You sit up so fast you swear you’re nauseous.

‘You didn’t answer my question.’

‘Well, birdie, I’m a humble guy. I don’ like to brag.’

‘Sounds like you’re bragging. Just say it’s you. I’ll leave you alone.’

That offer was entirely too enticing for him to pass up. ‘Okay, it’s me. Good nigh’.’

He can almost hear the wide-eyed, child-like grin forming on your face. This was never gonna be the end of the conversation. He’s opened Pandora’s box. He’s dangerously close to tip-toeing near the one unsaid boundary in female and male friendships fated to remain platonic.

‘How big is it?’

He groans. ‘Stop.’

‘Just tell me! Why can’t you tell me? I’m not gonna believe you otherwise.’

‘Fine, don’t believe me.’

You pout. To be fair, if he was telling the truth, he really shouldn’t care whether you believe him or not.

‘Please, Simon… please. Just tell me. Like, it can’t even be that shocking anyway.’

He refuses to respond. He can’t. He simply won’t. Because he knows if he responds, the boundary won’t just be crossed — it will be cut with big old inaugural scissors.

‘If you say anything over eight inches, I’m gonna laugh at you.’

You were annoying. Ever since you had moved in, if he had to describe you with one word — it would be annoying.

All you do is watch that one show. He doesn’t understand what more you’re looking for in the show. It’s given you its heart, kidney, liver… and all you do is run it back again. Wring it in its maw over and over again for drops of easter eggs, or forgotten dialogue. If that’s not bad enough, he has to endure Soap and Gaz constantly grovelling for attention. Pretending to pay attention to the television as they watch yet another episode, but he knows they’re really just trying to cop a feel.

You constantly make them bad food. You try so hard, it’s endearing pathetic. Every time he takes a bite out of yet another over-salted parmesan, he finds himself wishing his mother had done this for him when he was a kid you would pick out a new hobby instead. Besides the lack of wanting to hurt you, he couldn’t even come close to insinuating that you were anything less than Gordon Ramsay. Soap and Gaz would proper vilify him, and he didn’t have the energy to fend those baboons off.

You had turned the house into this potpourri of floral, honey, and fruit aromas. This one he can’t complain about, though, because earlier it was a potpourri of sweat and energy drinks. As much as he’d like to, he also can’t pin the blame entirely on Soap and Gaz.

‘Just show me.’

He should’ve expected it from you. Really. Obviously, that was the natural next question. His brain understands it, understands what this is: you just being a curious, nosey little—

But tell that to his dick. Caveman-like, embarrassing, unprofessional. It has the audacity to grow hard right now. Goddammit.

‘Please, Simon. Please, please, please.’

It’s not possible, but he somehow wants to bury his face deeper into his pillow. How you had wandered into this territory by yourself was commendable, he had to admit. And all the while you had the purest of intentions, too.

‘Fine. Don’t show me. I’m just gonna assume you’re a lying, small-penised, insecure man.’

He counts down in his head — one, two, three — until your voice comes through again.

‘I’m only asking, like… for science. Please.’

‘What science could possibly benefit from you seeing my penis?’

‘You don’t know. There’s so many new sciences now. They’ll make anything into a science.’

‘Wha’ the fuck are you on about.’ It’s not a question. He’s entirely too tired to question your near-delirious ramblings right about now. And he’s also too turned on to put an end to this. Of all the people to betray him, his dick was the final boss. What a shite way to go.

‘Just once. I just need to know. To satisfy my curiosities.’

His dick stirs in a way that he can’t think straight. Can’t trust himself to respond in a normal, gruff way.

‘Satisfy might not have been the best word to use,’ you add, your voice void of inflection.

‘I won’t ever bring it up again. Scout’s honour.’

You’re bringing it up right now, birdie is what he wants to say. What he really, really wants to say, so that maybe you’ll take pity on him. Leave him be, sleeping with his dick so hard he feels dizzy. Maybe it’ll be gone in the morning.

Instead, what he says is, ‘will you leave me alone?’ Damn caveman brain.

He can hear the excited ruffle of sheets as you sit up. A conflict of interest. ‘Yes. I’ll stop stealing your clothes, and I’ll do all your chores for a month.’

‘Make tha’ three months, and minus your cooking.’

‘Ouch. Wait, why am I doing all this just to see your penis? Never mind. It’s too late. Just give it to me, captain.’

He huffs. You were so… cute adorable pretty hot petulant.

Reluctantly, he sits up. He’d try to tell himself all the reasons you shouldn’t show your very erect penis to your roommate right about now, but all the blood supposed to be delivered to his brain was flowing southwards.

‘I’m gonna turn the lights on for five seconds.’

‘What? I can’t live with that. I’ll barely see anything. Make it thirty.’

‘Ten. Final offer.’

‘Okay, fair game.’

Again, reluctantly — he was lying to himself, at this point — he slowly tugs at the drawstrings of his sweatpants.

‘Are you hard?’

He grunts, which you take to mean yes in his own, special, weird, little language. ‘Ten seconds, lass. That’s it. And then you never bring it up again.’

‘Plus the chores.’

He grunts again, but really only because he didn’t wanna let show the effect your eagerness was having on him. Why did you want to see it so bad? The wonders of the female mind is one tough bomb he will never manage to defuse, and he’s made his peace with it.

He reaches towards the little switchboard, and keeps his hand on the light switch like it’s a trigger on the gun.

‘Here it comes. Not comes. Fuck.’

The sound of your soft chuckling is cut short the moment the lights turn on. He barely has time to register everything your expression is doing for his dick before he realises he’s supposed to be counting the seconds in his head.

One, two, three, four, five, six — for good measure — and his finger flicks it back off. Darkness. Silence.

‘Shut up.’ Your voice is a whisper.

‘I didn’t say anythi—’

‘Shut up! What the fuck, Simon? Why would you do that to me?’

His face scrunches up, and he’s immediately so annoyed he almost forgets his dick is still out.

‘You asked me!’

‘I’m never gonna be able to look at you the same way again! Oh, my god. Stop. I hate you. You hate me.’

‘Which one is it?’

‘Both!’ You make this adorable squeaky growling sound.

He puts his dick back in his pants, wincing a little from the friction. He lies back down. It’s all so surgical, his movements. Like he didn’t just shatter whatever semblance of a roommate relationship he had with you.

He feels a soft, unfamiliar hand grazing his forearm. He opens his eyes, to find you sitting down on the floor at his bed.

‘No.’

Your open mouth falls shut again. ‘You didn’t even hear what I was gonna say.’

‘The answer is no, birdie.’

You pout. Jesus, he hated you. But mostly, he hated himself for how his dick was reacting to that pout. The pucker of your soft, slightly wet lips, glistening close to his face even in the dark… fuck.

You huff. ‘Fine.’

He rolls over, so he doesn’t have to look at you. Also, so his dick doesn’t accidentally impale you, on the off-chance you decide to climb up.

‘What did you think I was gonna ask, anyway?’

‘I don’t know.’

You scoff. ‘Maybe I had an interesting proposition.’

His expression, unbeknownst to you, is anguished. He wants more than anything to be helped. Hell, he was close to taking matters into his own hands at this point. But he was a gentleman. Kind of.

He can feel the slight depression of your head laying on the mattress beside him. ‘Simon.’

‘What.’

‘Please.’

‘I don’ know wha’ you want from me.’

‘You know exactly what I want from you.’

‘I’m not gonna give it to you.’

‘Why not?’ Your voice is petulant, whiny. Very unattractive. But for some reason, his dick thought it was opposite's day.

‘Because,’ he rolls over, looking you in the eye, ‘we’re roommates. Nothing more. So quit it, and go back to bed.’

You pout again. Jesus, one more of those and he’d properly fold. For his sake, he almost considers telling you that so you might find it in yourself to be kind to him.

‘This is mutually beneficial, you know. You are very much maidenless.’

He snorts. ‘Maidenless? Hop off the Elden Ring, love.’

‘You are. I know for a fact.’

‘I don’t need a maiden.’

‘Perhaps a vixen, then, kind sire?’

He rolls his eyes. ‘I love it when you talk dirty to me.’ His tone is deadpan, lacklustre.

He hears you huff, and much like he had feared slash suspected, you hop on his bed to sit next to him. He rolls over again.

‘It’s not like anyone has to know.’

‘No, lass. You’re not gonna wear me out.’ You might.

He feels your hand rest delicately on the ridge of his back, and trace up to rest on his shoulder. He feels a chill go down his body, and an almost violent throbbing in his dick. He can hear it scream just shag her, already.

He’d be doing himself a favour, obviously. He was, as accused, maidenless. Between work, and cleaning up after the hooligans that were his roommate, he didn’t have the time nor the energy to stick his dick anywhere. Except his own hand in the shower, apparently.

‘Please, Simon. Just once, as a trial period. You don’t like it, you get a full refund.’

One way to tell he’s so hard he might pass out from the lack of blood circulation to his brain, other than the obvious pressing issue behind the fabric of his pants, is the fact that he’s mulling this over.

And quite frankly, right now? He can’t come up with a single reason why he should turn you down.

Never mind the dozen rom-coms you’ve left playing in this house about this exact kind of arrangement failing. That’s all movies — in real life, it’ll be different. Obviously.

He slowly rolls over, and you take that as your cue to flip the light switch back on. Even through his sweatpants, the outline of his bulge was very, very obvious.

‘You have a problem, and I can take care of it. Just give in to me.’

He looks up at the ceiling aimlessly, almost contemplative. But really, he’s just mentally preparing himself. This is it. This is the moment that’s gonna be like flipping a switch in his life.

You see as his chest sinks down with a shaky exhale. ‘Okay.’ His voice is quiet, small. Sheepish. Strained. Defeated. Do your worst, vixen.

You string your lower lip between your teeth. The sight of that has him feeling the pre-cum seep out under his boxers.

//

For some goddamn reason, it’s two am. He could be sleeping right now, you know.

But instead, he lies on his bed. Elbows propping him up, allowing him to see none other than his roommate nestled between his thighs.

You tug at his sweatpants. ‘Can I…?’

He nods, gulping his words down. He didn’t want you to know just how bad he wanted this. He’d just let his boner do the talking.

You pull his arousal free, and wrap your hand around him. He hisses at the stimulation, elbows immediately giving out. He lightly falls back flat again.

Slowly, you give him one, languid, tantalising, light stroke. He’s biting his tongue.

You bring your palm up to roll over the sensitive head, the translucent beads of pre rolling down his shaft.

‘I’m gonna use my mouth now, okay?’ you say, tone gentle. He nods, a little more frantic than he would like to admit.

When he feels the sensation of your warm tongue swirling around the tip of his cock, he damn near gives out right then and there. Fuck pride. Fuck masculinity, or whatever. All semblance of self-control was threatening to fly out the window.

But he needs to see if there’s more where that came from. Your tongue keeps moving over his entire length, and he groans. A string of expletives leave his mouth, muttered under his breath.

Finally — finally — you wrap your lips around him. Your soft, wet, warm mouth envelopes him. All in one go, and he sucks in a breath so sharp he’s afraid his lungs will burst.

Your muscles gag around him as his tip brushes the hilt of your throat, but you don’t relent. His mind is clouded, vision filled with white dots. He couldn’t tell if this was some sort of torture, or reward.

The tight coil in his belly threatens to snap at any moment now. It’s there when you move your mouth slowly up and down, sight of the white ring around his length following your lips holding his gaze. It’s there when you increase your pace, paws gripping at his thighs for balance. It’s there when you pull yourself off his length, opting to suck at his scrotum while you work him with your hand.

‘Bird, fuck… fuck, stop. Stop, stop, stop…’

You immediately pull yourself off of him. Your lips are swollen. The sight of that makes him want to push your head right back down on him.

You almost think for a moment that maybe you did something wrong. Grazed him with your teeth, maybe. But the way his irises are damn-near black right now, and the way he’s panting… yeah, you get the hint.

‘Just… just give me a minute.’

You nod, wiping your mouth on the back of your hand. ‘Take as long as you need.’

He buries his face in his hands, groaning. His dick twitches, still standing needy.

Eventually, he brings himself to look at you. ‘Come here.’

You furrow your brows. ‘What?’

‘Damn it, lass. Just come here.’ He gestures towards himself. Unsure of what he’s asking of you, you cautiously crawl closer towards him. Before you can even ask for clarification, his hands dig into the sides of your waist and pull you impatiently over his face.

You squeal softly, and you feel the indent of his nose and lips burying into the fabric of your shorts. ‘Simon.’

He makes a shushing sound, hands still gripping your sides feverishly to keep you from moving. After a few shaky breaths — that you suspect are sniffs — drawn in, he loosens his grip on you. You raise yourself a little higher, and he immediately pulls your shorts to the side - hooking his fingers underneath the fabric to hold them apart.

‘Fuck… let me taste you.’

This was horny Simon, you presumed. Very different from his usual demanding self.

‘Only if you ask nicely.’

He growls. ‘Please, let me taste you. Please.’ The last one was just for good measure.

‘Okay.’ He lowers you down onto his face, and you wonder what his plans are regarding his breathing. You’d think your pussy pumped out oxygen the way his mouth and nose was buried in it right now.

Your hands tug at his blonde locks, urging him to do something other than just stay there. ‘Simon, please…’

He can take orders. Yeah, he can definitely do that.

The next better part of an hour is spent with you squirming in his tight grasp, perched on his face as his tongue manages to ravage your sopping folds. You can hardly tell from when he’s switched his movements up — sucking at your clit like some sort of powered vacuum, flicking his tongue at it like a man starved, and his tongue pushing its way inside your core.

The room is filled with your whimpers and strained gasps, as you try not to wake Soap and Gaz up. But surely, they wouldn’t blame you.

‘Tha’s it, birdie… just ride my face like that, yeah…’ His deep voice vibrates throughout your core. ‘Fuckin’ usin’ me, aren’t you just? Little slut… your cunt tastes so sweet, lass.’

His praise only serves to egg you on, leading you closer to your climax. It only takes a few more expert flicks of his tongue to bring you right over the edge, your body trembling as the intensity washes you over.

He doesn’t stop even then.

‘One more, birdie. You can give me one more, can’t you?’

Echoes of good girl and I know she had it in her ring out as you experience the same peak for the second time. He finally relaxes his grip on you, slowly easing you back to lie down.

Your face is flushed, cheeks running warm at the encounter. He wipes his face on the back of his hand, sitting up to closely observe you. Despite himself, he has a smug look on his face.

‘Tire you out, then?’

‘Piss off.’

He chuckles, and climbs over you. He slots himself between your legs, and brings his mouth to your neck. ‘I’m far from done with you, vixen.’

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A Beginner’s Guide to Tokusatsu

Hey, I know some of you are probably wondering about all these hero shows I’m constantly posting about. Maybe you want to try watching them too, but don’t know where to start? Well, look no further. I’m here to go over some accessible, and legal, means of checking out some of my favorite things!

for the OTHER means, you’ll have to DM me or send me an ask. I’m not getting my favorite sites shut down. You know the drill.

This guide will mainly focus on the big 3 Toku franchises, Toei’s Kamen Rider and Super Sentai as well as Tsuburaya’s Ultraman.

What Is Tokusatsu?

Tokusatsu is a genre of Japanese shows and movies that literally translates to “Special Effects”. Usually using a combination of monster or hero suits, practical effects like explosions, and light CGI.

That’s a REALLY wide net, so we’re just gonna focus on 3 shows today.

Super Sentai, Kamen Rider, and Ultraman. Thanks to @urotandersentai​ for drawing this neat little guide to the Visual Design of each of these 3 shows.

With that out of the way, let’s look at some individual seasons of these shows. Each one has a link to where you can watch it!

Please remember that at the end of the day, the best way to pick a show to watch is “Whatever looks coolest to you”. As such, I’ve included pictures!!!

Super Sentai

You might be saying, “This looks like Power Rangers!” And you’d be right!

Super Sentai, created by Shotaro Ishinomori and produced by Toei Productions, is kinda like Power Rangers’ Dad. PR has been using suits and even fight footage from Super Sentai to tell its own stories for 30 years. All this time, though, Sentai has been creating lovable and memorable casts of colorful heroes.

Generally, Super Sentai is about a team of heroes in colorful costumes that fight monsters every week to protect people.

There’s tons of shows in this series that are available FOR FREE.

CHOUJIN SENTAI JETMAN (1991)

The Earth is under siege from the Dimensional War Party Vyram. A special squadron is selected for an experiment to turn them into Super Humans with the powers of Birds, the Birdman Squadron Jetman. Vyram interferes with the experiment and kills all but one of the Jetman recruits. Instead, civilians are transformed and tasked with defending the Earth. The surviving recruit, Ryu Tendo, must convince 4 normal people with drastically different backgrounds to fight with him.

Jetman has the typical monster of the week format for Super Sentai, but when the team isn’t battling monsters, there’s some serious drama going on. The five of them are all drastically different individuals. It can make it hard to work as a team. Especially when it comes Black Condor. Dude’s a loose canon and an absolute bastard of a man.

KYORYU SENTAI ZYURANGER (1992)

“From hundreds of millions of years ago, in the age of the dinosaurs, five warriors revive in the present time!”

When the Evil Witch Bandora awakens from her slumber, intent on terrorizing the Children of Earth, Five warriors from Dinosaur Times are unsealed to undo her schemes!

This one is where the suits for Mighty Morphin Power Rangers came from, which might tempt you to watch it first. I kinda recommend against that, though. It’s a fine show but I personally found it a bit boring. The characterization of the main cast didn’t stick out as much compared to other Sentai.

GOSEI SENTAI DAIRANGER (1993)

I haven’t seen this one, but it’s focused on martial arts and one of their mechs is a cool dragon? so uhhh? Check them out? Their theme song fucks

NINJA SENTAI KAKURANGER (1994)

Ok listen I didn’t watch this one either. HOWEVER, I know that it’s about the descendants of 5 legendary ninja who have been fighting yokai for 400 years.

CHOURIKI SENTAI OHRANGER (1995)

This is the last sentai in the “I didn’t watch it” category. uhhh, watch it if the suits look cool. Sorry.

GEKISOU SENTAI CARRANGER (1996)

Five Mechanics use the power of Car Magic to protect the earth from the Universal Reckless Driving Tribe and teach children about Traffic Safety. This one’s a tad bit goofier compared to some of the others, but it’s a good time.

Also There’s a Yoda.

DENJI SENTAI MEGARANGER (1997)

Five High School Students are friends and pals! Together they investigate the mysterious goings on of a technologically advanced evil empire. They literally surf the net in order to bring peace to their city and the world!

SEIJUU SENTAI GINGAMAN (1998)

The warriors of Ginga Forest, the Gingamen, have protected nature for 132 Generations. This series follows the 133rd Generation of Gingamen, who battle alongside Starbeasts to stop the resurrection of the Demon Beast Ditanix!

KYUKYU SENTAI GOGOFIVE (1999)

This time, the rangers are an experienced team of rescue workers given super human power! They fight back Literal Demons From Hell that endanger the public. There’s a lot of focus specifically on rescuing civilians in this one, so if you’re an especially big fan of watching heroes... SAVE people, this is a great choice.

MIRAI SENTAI TIMERANGER (2000)

In the 30th Century, a gang of super criminals escapes to the year 2000. They are tracked down by the Future Sentai Timeranger, agents of the Time Defense Force. There, they encounter the Great(s) Grandfather of their departed leader and must convince him to fight alongside them for the sake of humanity.

HYAKUJU SENTAI GAORANGER (2001)

Veterinarian Kakeru Shishi can hear the hearts of every animal! He swiftly becomes enraptured in the adventures of the Gaorangers, who battle living embodiment of pollution. Also they live on a flying turtle! How cool is that?

NINPUU SENTAI HURRICANNEGER (2002)

What if there was a polycule of ninjas SO BAD at being Ninjas, they showed up to Ninja Class Late and were the only survivors of an attack on their school? These guys are the silliest little slackers, but they’ve got hearts of gold. Check them out? For me? :)

KAMEN RIDER

If Super Sentai is Power Rangers’ Dad, Kamen Rider is Power Rangers’ Uncle.

Kamen Rider was ALSO created by Shotaro Ishinomori.

Usually focused in on a smaller cast of heroes. A common theme in Rider is that the heroes are created by their villains and choose to rebel against them for the greater good, or will use the villain’s own powers against them.

Most Riders have a signature attack where they leap into the air and do a flying kick. These get INCREDIBLY flashy over the years.

Unfortunately, there’s a lot less Kamen Rider legally available than there are of the other two shows here. Don’t fret, it’s Easy Enough To Find Anyway.

As for the shows I can link you to, there’s

KAMEN RIDER (1971)

This is the original series.

Takeshi Hongo is an augmented human being created by the evil organization Shocker. Escaping before his brainwashing can be completed, battles for humanity’s freedom as Kamen Rider.

Being such an old show, the effects can be dated and cheesy. It’s a bit of an acquired taste, but if you stick with it, I’m sure you’ll love it. You can watch most of the show in almost any order. The only really confusing part is that eventually, Hongo tags out with fellow escaped cyborg Ichimonji Hayato as Kamen Rider. (This was due to a real world injury to Hongo’s actor during filming. Don’t worry, he’s still kicking and he comes back later in the show!)

It’s also the longest Kamen Rider show, so I don’t fault you if you decide not to watch ALL of it. Even I haven’t yet.

If reading is more your thing, it’s based on a manga that you can find a DELIGHTFULLY well crafted omnibus of here

KAMEN RIDER KUUGA (2000)

Kuuga was the first season of Rider after about a 5 year break on TV. It’s something of a return to form.

It follows Yusuke Godai, a world traveler with 2000 skills, visiting his home town for the first time in years. He finds himself in the middle of an ancient civilization’s ritualistic murder game. Donning the mantle of Kuuga, Godai fights to protect the smiles of the city. He has a wonderful supporting cast around him including Detective Ichijou, who he goes on to share a rather homoerotic bond with.

Kuuga was my first Rider Series and to this day, it represents the Bread and Butter of Kamen Rider to me. This one’s a bit of a slow-paced Drama, but its focus is on what it means to help others. Every episode, I felt like I was actively being encouraged to be a better person. Godai’s got this infectious positivity that can’t help but make you grin.

KAMEN RIDER RYUKI (2002)

Ryuki takes a rather different direction from the other shows on this list. Instead of being about a single hero battling monsters, it’s about Plucky Young Journalist Shinji Kido being wrapped up in an all-out war between Kamen Riders. Donning the mask of Ryuki, he seeks to put an end to the bloodshed. The other Kamen Riders aren’t nearly as cooperative, though.

Don’t think that this plot means these characters don’t get tons of humanizing moments though. They’re all delightful to watch in action and you’ll end up truly questioning who will win? Is it possible to end the Riders’ battle? Will Shinji have to take a life after all?

I cannot recommend Ryuki enough. A lot of the Rider series from the early 2000s are Dramas that feature super heroes and Ryuki takes that drama up to a 10. (Plus, if you wanna ask where to find it, there’s plentiful side content for this show.)

KAMEN RIDER ZERO-ONE (2019)

In the far-flung year of 2019, Hiden Intelligence has revolutionized AI technology. The company manufactures Robot Assistants called Humagears. People in all walks of life and profession benefit from their aid. Unfortunately, something is causing Humagears to go berserk and attack humans.

With the death of Hiden Intelligence’s president, Failed Comedian Aruto Hiden inherits the company. He’s given the Zero-One Driver, which allows him to fight the corrupted Humagears as Kamen Rider Zero-One. With this new power in hand, Aruto seeks a way forward where Humankind and AI can exist in harmony.

Come to think of it, this one’s kinda topical. “AI” is a subject we really aren’t gonna be getting rid of any time soon. This show is one of the more recent rider productions you can find legally and it SHOWS. Every suit is sleek and clean, the visuals are striking and flashy. If nothing else, Zero-One LOOKS incredible.

KAMEN RIDER GEATS (2022)

Kamen Riders compete in a game called the Desire Grand Prix. By fighting monsters and saving people for points, the winner can have their greatest desire granted. Ukiyo Ace, the titular Kamen Rider Geats, looks to unravel the mysteries behind the Grand Prix and reunite with his long-lost mother.

Things get a bit more complicated than that, but I think you should see it for yourself. I can’t recommend Geats enough. its visual style is a direct evolution of Zero One’s sleekness and flashiness. It’s main 4 characters are some of my favorites in recent years.

SHIN KAMEN RIDER (2023) (Paid)

Takeshi Hongo is an augmented human being created by the evil organization Shocker. Escaping before his brainwashing can be completed, battles for humanity’s freedom as Kamen Rider. 

Wait, that sounds really familiar. That’s because this is the latest in a series of Tokusatsu Reimaginings by Hideaki Anno and Shinji Higuchi. This is a new take on the story of Kamen Rider 1971, modernized complete with sleeker suits and stunning music all wrapped up in a 2-hour movie. It also has plenty of Easter Eggs for those of us who are fans of the 1971 series or the Manga it’s based on!

Be warned, this one’s gorier than the other stuff on the list. It’s mostly exaggerated blood splatters, though. I hate that kind of stuff and I’m able to rewatch this movie.

KAMEN RIDER AMAZONS (2016) (Paid)

Amazons is another adult reimagining of a classic Kamen Rider show, but it’s so far removed you don’t really need to know much about the original to enjoy it.

Amazons follows a group of exterminators who have been tasked with eradicating escaped cannibalistic experiments called, well, Amazons. The catch is that they work together with 2 Amazons, Momoru the Mole Amazon, and Haruka, the titular Kamen Rider Amazons. Both of them are tasked with asking themselves ethical questions. Is it so wrong for Amazons to exist? Is it possible to avoid eating people? If it isn’t, then is it WRONG to eat people to survive?

ULTRAMAN

Ok, look, I’m gonna have to make a separate post covering all the free Ultraman stuff there is. Theres SO MUCH OF IT available that I don’t know where to start. We’re about to hit the image limit. If that post is done, it will be linked HERE.

But for a basic idea, there’s tons of stuff on Tubi and the official Ultraman Youtube Channel posts new episodes of the currently airing show.

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Dangerously Close (Part 1)

Pairing:Aris x female reader

Summary:After both of you being sure that you would never see each other again, you and the boy run into each other at your work.

All Parts

I don't know how I’m alive. I mean I lost everything that night I tried to kill that random boy. My protection from the sun, my gun, and even all my supplies. The only proof that those had been real was that the pieces of glass, cans, and sharp and dull objects had cut my back up pretty bad when he kicked me to the ground. It was pretty deep since a lot of the scratches are still there.

Sometimes I think about him. Sometimes I wonder why he didn't just kill me. After all, I would have killed him if he seemed like enough of a threat. I obviously was one so why did he spare me?

Wondering about it won't give me the answer though, so I moved on with life. I found some bloke named Marcus and helped with his club. I basically just stood by the door and made sure nobody that wasn't supposed to be there got in, or make sure they paid the fine.

With him inside doing who knows what, I sighed as I leaned against the wall. Playing with my lighter, I kept putting my finger back and forth through the fire. By now I couldn't even feel it. I can barely feel anything from the burns all over me. Did I mention that bag had sunblock, which I desperately needed? Because it did, and one week away from the flares wasn't going to do much. While the aloe vera was always a relief, there wasn't much else to help.

I can't complain about this job. I got new clothes, a new gun, shade, and a place to sleep. I had access to ‘special party drinks’ but never took it. The last thing I needed was drugged alcohol. I am becoming a Crank so my mind’s pretty fucked up already. I don't need to make it worse. If I’m going to inevitably have to kill myself, I’m going to do is sober. I’d rather not miss, if you know what I mean.

“Hey, we-”

“If you want in you have to take the fee,”I interrupted, not looking up as I kept treating fire like a children's toy.

“We need help. We're looking for Marcus.”

“No clue who that is,”I effortlessly lied.

“We need to find Marcus to find our friends,”a different voice chimed in.

“If you want in-”I started, cutting myself off as I saw the boy I swore I’d never see again after that night. Yet here he was, staring at me with wide eyes. “I’ll just bring you to him,”I managed to say, pushing the doors open and leading them through all the people, not looking at them as I shoved past.

“Shouldn't you help her?”Someone asked. Looking over at a white blonde boy with warm brown eyes, I recognized a bit of an English accent in his voice. That, and genuine concern.

“Don't help anyone. Don't even touch ‘em. You don't know what they have on them.”

“That's not a very useful answer,”the guy next to him chimed in. Looking him up and down, I observed his built figure, dark, unnaturally neat hair, and dark eyes to go with it.

“Fine. I’ll dumb it down for you. You've got a bunch of people on drugs. Some of those people wouldn't hesitate to hurt or kill you if you seemed off. See?”I said, pointing at the circle of half Cranks. Just on the wall was the dead body of one of the more far gone ones. These two were just trying to kill each other because they felt like it.

Watching one of them smack his head against the others so hard it busted open, I turned around and kept leading them through as someone gagged at the sight. Or maybe the smell.

Leading them to a secluded part of this place, the noise of the party dialed down a significant amount, until it was just muffled beats.

“Here you are. The forbidden room,”I announced, standing in front of it. As someone asked how we get in I grabbed the bat by the door and smashed the handle in, damaging the wood as I did, until it clanked to the ground.

“Hey. These guys want to see you,”I stated, gesturing for them to walk through with me.

“Your job is to keep people out,”He scowled as he stopped tying up the two teenagers he had invited in earlier.

“Eh. It was getting boring anyway,”I shrugged.

“I saved your life.”

“Womp womp womp. That doesn't mean smack, and you know it,”I shrugged again as he looked behind me. When he spotted one of their faces he tried to run out the backdoor. Taking a seat on the couch, I ignored whatever that was as I closed my eyes and put my legs out.

“Hi,”Someone whispered. With an irritated eye roll, I glanced over to see the boy that had caught my attention in the first place.

“Screw off,”I sighed.

“Huh?”

“Screw off. Don't you have these friends or whatever that you're with?”I pointed out, looking back over as Marcus was dragged and tied to a chair, kicking his feet like a toddler the entire time.

“What’d I do to you?”

“You're a coward. I was right there, you know? Just like that, you could have just gone bam. Just one bang,”I reenacted, making a gun symbol with my hands and setting it off on my forehead. In a perfect matchup, the guy's fists made contact with Marcus's nose.

“I wasn't going to just kill you.”

“If someone had attacked me like that, and I had them under me, I would have killed them. I was right there. Anyone else out here would have shot me without a second thought,”I shrugged.

“You looked scared. I wasn't going to kill someone I didn't know who looked like that.”

“You aren't from here then, are you? How life goes out here is if someone does something you just got to sell them out to someone else or murder them. Just like this,”I demonstrated, putting my imaginary gun at the side of his head. “Just one little movement and bang, bang, bang,”I kept going at the same time as Marcus got repeatedly punched. Seeing the boy’s face pale, I pulled it away and yawned as I stretched my arms.

“You don't need to be like that,”He said in an almost shaky voice.

“Like what?”

“Cruel. All I did was not kill you. That doesn't mean you have to be this way after.”

“You think I care that you let me live? Life means nothing to me. If you had actually killed me you would have done me a favor. Now I have to do it.”

“What are you even talking about? What exactly are you doing?”He interrogated as there were pained groans in the background.

“You're a little slow, aren't you?”

“Well, you're mean,”He shot back.

“Obviously. If I was nice I would have been dead long before I needed to be.”

“What are you-”

“I’m not asking again!”the guy yelled as the chair hit the floor with a thud. “Where is Right Arm?”He asked slowly.

“No way. You're all actually looking for Right Arm,”I laughed.

“What's so funny?”

“Because they're stupid. That's why. They literally started a war in the city just a few hundred years ago. I’m surprised if any of them are left, and if there are, it would shock me if they could even pronounce their own names, much less help you.”

“They're not stupid,”He defended.

“Okay, city boy. Because you know all about them,”I grinned.

“I’m not from any city. There aren't any left.”

“There's one, but you gotta be from somewhere, and it ain't from here.”

“You're really-”

“The mountains! The mountains! They're in the mountains!”Marcus screamed. Even from here, I could see some of his blood on the floor. That's gonna suck for whoever needs to pick that up. “But you're not getting there on foot,”He added with a smirk.

“I mean if they take your car they won't have to,”I pointed out.

“Who is she?”the guy he had been trying to sell asked.

“Not important. Do you guys want a ride or not?”I offered.

“But you just said that they're stupid.”

“They probably still are, but I’ve got nothing better to do.”

“Your job!? You have a job!?”Marcus screamed.

“Am I keeping it?”

“Why the hell would you be keeping it after this!?”

“Good news. My schedule just cleared up. Now do you want to go to Right Arm or stay here and waste your life away?”

“Oh gee. I wonder what the answer is,”the Asian boy deadpanned. Not acknowledging him, I grabbed the keys from the table beside me and started leading them to the garage. Opening it, I then tossed the adult them before going to leave.

“Wait, aren't you coming?”the guy who had just talked to me asked for some reason.

“Nope.”

“Why wouldn't you want to come?”the adult asked.

“I wouldn't even be allowed in. They second I show my Crank symptoms they’ll kill me, and I don't want that. I’m going to do it myself.”

“But we can help,”kidnapped boy insisted.

“Are you delusional, or are you actually this clueless?”

“We can. They have to have something,”He insisted.

“Why do you care so much? Are you a Crank or something?”I genuinely asked. As his face lost color I was sure I got my answer until the only girl here went practically half dead. “Ah. Well, you have fun with that. I’m sure those shots you get every other month won't get old at all,”I pointed out, turning around and leaving them there.

Passing Marcus still laying on the floor, struggling to get out of his bonds, I decided to just go steal his cash from the bar register. Walking back into the club, the second I opened the curtains I saw them.

Daniel and Keith, and they were not happy as they kept asking people for someone. To be more specific, for me. You make one bad decision three years ago, and apparently there are consequences.

Bad ones. Because these guys wouldn't just kill me. They would drag it out, make it slow and inhuman. The only good thing was that I didn't have family.

Because I had seen what they would do if I did.

Holding back bile as my heart started racing, I ran back to the garage where everyone was settled and ready to go. With it already started, I threw myself over the edge and screamed at them to go.

“But what-”

“Hurry up! Drive!”I urged, ducking down.

“What are you-”

“Drive damnit! Fucking drive!”I repeated, smacking the side of the car. Listening, he peeled out of there as I stayed hidden in the corner, making sure no part of me was visible.

“You okay?”the original guy asked. Glancing up, I saw that he was the one back here with me.

“I'm fine,”I said through shaky breaths.

“You sure?”

“You know it's really weird for you to be nice to me, right?”

“You know it's really weird for you to be sure you're not going and jump in the car two seconds later, right?”

“Fair enough,”I admitted, peeking my head out as I saw that we had left the city. Taking a long breath, I tried to figure out how to get out of here after this.

“What happened?”

“Don't agree to be a hitman if you don't know how to kill every kind of person,”I greatly advised.

“You have hitmen after you?”He whisper shouted.

“Sort of, but it's fine. They won't find you guys,”I promised.

“What happened to names? To normal introductions? To anything but that?”

“I’m Y/N.”

“If you have hitmen after you for something like that doesn't that mean you were one?”He realized.

“What's your name?”

“Aris. Now what was that?”

“You don't want to be involved,”I promised.

“I’m guessing you failed at killing someone. That or you couldn't make yourself do it.”

“The more you know, the worse off you’ll be. My name's Y/N, I’m dangerous but also for some reason gain a conscience for some crimes, and I’ll be dead in at least three days. That's all you need about me.”

“But you don't look like a . . .”He trailed off.

“Like a Crank?”I finished for him.

“Yeah. A Crank.”

“That’s because I just got bit around three weeks ago. Because of how damaged I am everywhere it’ll take a little longer to spread, but it’s getting there,”I explained, pulling up the side of my shirt to show the veins growing all the way from my waist to my abdomen. “It goes down too, but I ain't showing you that.”

“You’ve just been living like that? Just walking around and being normal?”

“Yeah. I told you. I’m too screwed up for it to be normal. You would be too pampered for it to be like this.”

“I was never pampered,”He defended.

“Probably not, but you're not one of the bad ones. You're too human, too soft, too kind. You've got too much worth and probably people who love you or at least like you,”I explained.

“Don't you have anyone? I mean you have to have come from somewhere, right?”

“Yeah, but I don't know where. I don't have any memories until I was thirteen. Even then, it just started with me being alone, killing a Crank. I guess the bloodlust really kicked in my consciousness,”I shrugged.

“It's not really the same, but I don't remember anything about myself. I only know six months of my life. Everything else is gone,”He admitted.

“Why? What triggered your memory?”

“Nothing. WCKD just took it away,”He explained.

“WCKD? You're from WCKD?”I asked in disbelief.

“Yeah. Besides Brenda and Jorge, we all are.”

“Who are those?”

“The only girl you saw is Brenda, and the guy driving is Jorge. The boy that was kidnapped with her is named Thomas, the blonde one is Newt, the one with dark hair is Minho, and the last boy is Frypan,”He listed.

“Just a group of guys? A group of guys from WCKD?”

“Yeah. Why? Do you know something?”

“I know something about everything,”I shrugged.

“What do you know then?”

“If you're never going back, I’m not going to say. Just trust me.”

“Trust you? The person who was almost a hitman?”

“First of all, it's hitwoman. Second, almost is an insult. I know a thing or two,”I shrugged.

“That makes me trust you even less.”

“I don't usually trust people who hold guns to my head, but here we are.”

“I just didn't want you to kill me,”He defended.

“Uh huh. And I wanted you to not hold my own gun to my head. You made me look dumb.”

“I made you look dumb? You attack me out of nowhere, and I’m the problem?”

“Good to know you understand.”

“You really-”

“We're taking the rest of the way on foot,”Jorge announced.

“I think I'd rather toss myself off a cliff,”I mumbled, throwing my legs over the truck and hopping down. Keeping my shirt tucked in, I just sighed as I started following them around some cars. Looking over at them, I couldn't help but feel like this was an alright end. Not super exciting, but it beats being some guard to a club.

As I peered at one of the cars a little closer I saw something I was all too familiar with. Judging by the how precise and particular the mark was, my guess was a shotgun. That, and the way it seemed to be angled at a twist gave me full confidence. What's more concerning though, was the size of it. Judging by how small it seemed despite being on metal, it came from fairly far away. Not only that, but the way it seems to go inwards makes it clear that this was fired from above our heads, in the mountain tops.

Deciding to pay my due, I pulled Aris down to the ground with me. Just barely making it, as he opened his mouth to complain bullets fired from above, making everyone scatter in different directions.

“That's my job done. Hope that they don't kill you,”I whispered when they stopped. Before he could ask what I meant I rolled under the car, pushing myself against the mountain side. Staying low, I cautiously got ready to make my way out, tuning out the sounds of them talking so I could focus on what I needed to do.

“Don’t move,”a girl's voice demanded from my other side. Looking over, I saw someone with blonde hair and her face hidden behind a scarf, pointing a gun at my head. Now why the hell didn't I think of that? The scarf thing. Not holding a gun to someone's head. “Get up,”She said firmly.

“I thought you just said not to move,”I pointed out.

“With the others, now. I’m not asking again.”

“I didn't hear you ask the first time,”I shrugged, still scanning over her as I stood up to see if any of her visible features were familiar. Because familiar is never good.

I didn't though. So I just begrudgingly stood up, keeping my eyes glued to her as I got back with my group. So much for running.

“Now you all-Aris?”another girl asked, her face also covered. That really seems like a common investment.

“Oh my god? Harriet?”He asked, putting his arms down as he walked towards her.

As everyone turned to look at him, she dropped her cover, staring at him.

“What the hell are you doing here?”She asked, her voice echoing as she ran and engulfed him in a hug. While that's a strange question to ask someone who's most likely your friend, I’m sure weirder things have happened.

“You're lucky we didn't shoot your dumbass,”the blonde one exclaimed, bringing him in for a hug.

“Sonya,”He smiled.

“Because he’d totally be the dumbass in that scenario,”I mumbled.

“How are you here?”She asked, pressing her palms to his face. God damn, at that point just kiss. Just not in front of me.

“Uh, what's happening?”Minho asked.

“We were in the Maze together,”He explained, turning around as the girl apparently named Harriet, kept her hand on his shoulder.

“All clear guys!”She yelled after whistling. With a bunch of people looking out from the mountains and coming out of nowhere, this was quite the army. Maybe Right Arm doesn't suck anymore. Or maybe they do. Who cares? “Come on. We’ll take you where you need to be,”She offered, waving us forward. Figuring I may as well kill time (no pun intended), I went along with them.

“We have to move around often. Pack up and go. At least until we get to the final destination,”Sonya explained as we looked at the people carrying boxes into trucks.

“What's the final destination?”Thomas asked.

“We can't just tell you that.”

“Do we have to answer a special riddle?”I deadpanned. Ignoring it, she explained that they had to be sure everyone there was loyal before revealing that kind of information.

“So where are you staying now?”Aris questioned as she kept leading us somewhere. Stopping in front of a truck, she opened the door and gestured for us to get inside and find out.

Seeing as that's what we came here for, nobody asked anything else as we did. Even I kept my mouth shut for once.

[kodared]

Hello, u do requests for WH? If so!

Can I request a angst Howdy x gn!reader? U can add sum fluff at the end if u like!

I would be more than happy to !! I run this Blog to take Requests and Oneshot suggestions on the side while I work on my Ao3 Chapters! 

(to keep yall tame….) /j 

So heres a good and Angsty 

Howdy x gn!Reader 

- Angst/Comfort

Word Count: 1682 !!CONTENT WARNING FOR BRIEF MENTIONS OF BLOOD!!

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The day started as all days did with you and Howdy, he would open and run the front of his store while you went out in search of various flowers to decorate and sell. You found yourself adjusting to the abnormal life quicker than you would have imagined, If you went back and told your past self,

“Hey! Prepare to live with puppets the rest of your life!”

…You probably would have admitted yourself to a mental ward, the thought making you giggle as you carefully picked at a patch of babies breath you had found. The human mind worked in marvellous, but interesting ways you supposed, the thought leaving as soon as it entered though and before long you found yourself gathering your collection for the day and beginning the trek “home”. 

Howdy was kind enough to offer you a home in his shop when you first arrived, and you quickly grew to like the bug even if he had his weird habits and hobbies, they charmed you. 

He had expressed how he enjoyed cooking but had no one to share the food with, it being hard to eat at all as a puppet, so you took on the role of taste tester and since then had been helping Howdy at any chance you could. 

With the town drawing closer as you walked, you thought about what you would both cook tonight, the thought of being able to guide Howdy as he cooked making you feel a sense of comfort you often felt when thinking of him. 

The shop sign was still flipped to its usual “Open”, so as you entered you flipped it to finally say you were closed for the day, If it wasn't for you flipping that sign Howdy would never get any rest you supposed. 

…

      … And this only cemented itself when you saw him asleep on the counter, passed out cold. 

He unlike you had no need to eat or even drink, so without thinking you went into the downstairs home you and Howdy shared to grab a blanket, ideally letting him get his much-needed rest. 

After covering him with his favourite blanket, you went back downstairs to organize the Flowers you found into a neat bouquet, Howdy always loved when you made him one custom. 

With a day's work completed you turned in for the night, not without of course going back upstairs to check on Howdy, giving him a light shake to tell him it was time for bed. 

“Mmhg. How..?”

You knew what he was going to ask, the poor man never wanted to give himself a break,

“You’ve been asleep for a few hours now Howd’s, Dont worry I already flipped the sign,”

You expected his face to go back on the counter as it usually did, often times you had to beg him to come to the actual bed.  …But this time his eyebrows creased with worry and his mouth dropped its usual grin, 

“What time is it?!”  

He used both sets of hands to push himself up and off his counter, stumbling upright, barely missing the shelf behind him with his head,

“It's about 10 o'clock at night now Howd’s, what's got you so twisted up?!” 

Your voice was laced with genuine concern as Howdy just shook his head and tried to smooth down his hair, seemingly preparing himself to be seen by others,

“No! Im gonna be late for Poppys Party! I promised her I would bring a cake!”

You had moved your hand to rest on his shoulder reassuringly.. 

  “Howdy, you are tired, im sure Poppy would understand if-” 

…before he hit it off and walked swiftly to the cooler connected to the wall, 

“I need to be there Y/N! Im gonna be late as it is, you might not be neighbourly enough to understand why I need to be there but Poppy is!” 

The look he gave you struck a cold metal spike through your heart as he continued,

“Maybe you would understand better if you actually socialized with them.” 

At that final remark, he left, the chimes on the door dinging loudly as his second hand pulled it shut behind him. 

…You felt like you just messed up big time, even though you were just looking out for his health. 

You knew Howdy wanted you to talk and meet the other neighbours, it was just hard. Being a human in a puppet world doesn't exactly lead to the most pleasant small talk, Howdy was the only one who understood this and made sure you didn't feel pressured to talk to them, 

Until now you guessed. 

Without much else to do you resigned yourself to an unrestful sleep full of tossing and turning, the space Howdy usually occupied feeling cold and empty in the dark room. Your heart ached for him to return, but as the grandfather clock strikes signifying it was now 2 am, you didn't think he was coming home anytime soon. 

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…Howdy had not returned the next morning either, leaving you to make breakfast alone in your pyjamas. He normally would be the one opening the shop bright and early, but seeing as he wasn't here you wondered if it was your place to do so anymore,

…Or if he even wanted you around. 

The knife you were once using to chop onions sliced into your finger after you had that thought, drawing you back to reality. 

You felt endlessly stupid as you ran it under the sink water, you couldn't even cook breakfast right without Howdy here. That chilling feeling of panic burrowed and stayed deep under your skin, in your free hand you picked at your nails. A habit you once kicked coming back in full swing. 

You had finally made the decision to leave Howdy alone after sitting on the couch for a few minutes as the cut stopped bleeding, you didn't want to burden him after all. 

With not many items to your name, it didn't take long to gather them all together in a small tote bag you found lying around, However, as you began walking up the stairs to leave, one thing caught your eye. 

The bouquet you made Howdy still sat on the coffee table, untouched from the day prior. Tears gathered in your eyes as you remembered Howdy receiving the flowers you would bundle for him, he would dry them and hang them in the shared bedroom. 

It was only fitting to leave them you supposed as you left, the sun rising in the sky painting it a lovely orange as you left for the forest, chills wracking through your frame as you felt tears chilling your cheeks. 

Little did you know however Howdy had confided in Poppy what had happened the previous night before, with Poppy offering him a solution. 

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As Howdy returned home after a long night of baking with Poppy, he was shocked to see his sign wasn't flipped to its usual Opening position, he had assumed Y/N would have been up by now, 

He supposed it only made the surprise all the better as he walked through and made his way down the steps.

Only to find you were nowhere to be found. 

He had searched high and low for you, you weren't in the bathroom or the bedroom, or even in the kitchen, though one thing did catch his eyes. 

The red stain on the cutting board with an abandoned plate of onions sitting beside it. 

The red flags immediately went off in his brain, his upper set of hands clutching firmly on his antennae as he anxiously set down the cookies he baked and ran upstairs. What if you were injured and he didn't know? What if someone had come in and harmed you?? 

He knew he should have stayed home. You were right, and you always were when it came to his well-being. 

The eye bags that were under your eyes the night he yelled at you were permanently etched into his vision. He couldn't sleep knowing he hurt you, yet he still stayed away. 

He was a dumb bug and knew he didn't deserve you. As he collapsed outside of his shop it was only cemented how useless he was to you. He couldn't even protect you from himself, he had to go and mess up the one good thing he had. 

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Additional comfort for people who enjoy comfort after angst! 

You hadn't made it far into the woods before you slipped on a particularly slippery rock in the river and scraped your knee all up to hell. The sight of the blood made you dizzy as you stood and walked out, you knew you had to head home, you had tried to escape the neighbourhood many times. 

All of which led you to walk in circles, so you knew it was pointless. 

The previous adrenaline and self-doubts seemed to have been washed away after you scraped your knee, your mind felt clearer than ever and ready to confront what happened with Howdy the night before, 

You just hoped he was home already, you missed the big dork in the Shop. 

As you approached Howdys store you couldn't help but shake the sounds of… Sobbing? Coming from the side where your flowers were located, 

And it sounded awfully familiar to your favourite dork. 

“Howdy?” 

The crying stopped for a moment before you heard frantic shuffling and the sound of someone falling and rising again, as if they tripped on their own feet. 

“Y/N! Your okay!” 

You were met with Howdy gathering you up in his arms and pulling you in for the tightest hug imaginable, All four of his arms moving to support your arms and legs as he held you. 

“I.. I was so worried, i didn't know where you went and i saw the blood, i don't know-” 

Words tumbled out of his mouth rapidly as he held you, you found yourself saying nothing as you just held him back and consoled him, 

You both were going to be alright after all. 

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[soapyghostie]

I just found your account and I love your writing so far, it's nice to have a slasher headcanon account that's sfw

Anyway I wanna request the reader getting comforted after having a meltdown due to stress(I'm not sure how else to word it)

I was hoping for Ash Williams, Billy Loomis and Chop Top if possible

Thank you and sorry if I wrote anything weird I'm still kinda anxious sending asks to people

Hey! Yeah, I agree. There isn’t enough sfw accounts anymore for slashers. Also, this was a great ask! I could get pretty creative because of how vague your ask was. I hope you enjoy a little bit of my creative scenarios with the characters you picked. 🤗

Ash Williams

The most likely time you’ll get stressed out with him is when you guys are fighting deadites. There’s so many of them that it leaves you exhausted, physically and mentally; however, you don’t want to turn into one so you don’t have a choice. 

When you and Ash found a resting place, you sat down immediately. The exhaustion took over your whole body and your mind was racing; all you could think about was ways to keep you and Ash from getting killed. Nevertheless, Ash was never any help easing that stress; he was always an out-there kinda person, getting into trouble and fighting these beasts for his own enjoyment. 

Ash stopped his glory rant when he heard your breathing become uneven: he could see how stressed you were about the whole situation. No matter how much he loved fighting deadites and bragging about how amazing he was, he loved you even more and he’d stop all this heroic business if you asked him to. Just say the word and it’s over. 

He walked over and sat down next to you. He put his hand on your back and rubbed circles into it, attempting to calm you down. He whispered words of comfort. Even though he finds deadite killing fun, there was one time in his life he didn’t. It had overwhelmed him. After all, he had to kill the people he loved just to survive so he understands. 

Ash keeps watch while you rest. He doesn’t want you to burn out, but he cares too much about you to let what happened to his other loved ones happen to you. Once you are all rested up, it’ll be time to hit the road and fight deadites again.

Billy Loomis

You’re the smartest kid at school; you care a lot about your grades and getting into a good college. Then there is Billy: a party animal who gives zero fucks about grades. He doesn’t know how the hell you guys started dating because of how much of a polar opposite you guys are, but here you are. 

It was senior year and you were trying to get yourself into college while preparing for exams: you had several essays to write and study books to look over. You were extremely stressed out. Well, apparently Billy can sense when you're stressed because here he comes through your window!

Billy teases you tremendously about how you only care about school work and that you need to get out more. Maybe if you lived a little, you won’t get so stressed out all the time. Don’t listen to Billy, he just wants you to come party at Stu’s house. If you want to study and get into that D1 college, then you go!

Once Billy stops teasing you, he, for real, shuts your study books in front of your face and makes you lay on your bed. You need a break. Seriously, you're mentally draining yourself so chill. He’ll turn on your favorite movie and make you some popcorn.

Billy will cuddle you until you fall asleep. Then he’ll get up and make sure everything is neat and tighty. He’ll leave your movie on so you have a little background noise; also, so you don’t hear him leave. He doesn’t want to startle you. He gives you a kiss on your forehead and leaves out where he came in.

Choptop Sawyer

It’s not just anything that stresses you out, it’s Choptop. He’s your stressor. This man will literally give you gray hairs: just look at Drayton’s hair. Poor Drayton will probably die from a stroke caused by no other than Choptop and Nubbins.  

Anyways, yeah. Don’t think that Choptop doesn’t know he’s causing you stress because he definitely does. He’s just doing it on purpose because he’s a little shit like that. However, he actually knows his limits surprisingly. 

If you tell him you need alone time away from him, he completely understands or he’ll try to be less of a shit head. He’ll offer you a massage or some food, anything that you want. He wants to show you that he cares and his appreciation for putting up with him. He knows it’s a lot. 

He’ll tell you jokes; his jokes are so bad that they're good. He gets you laughing every single time. Jokes are a great way to get someone to show their carefree side. You and him will tell jokes back and forth all afternoon long, forgetting about the stresses of the day and Choptop. 

Choptop will pull out his record player and play some of his favorite stolen records. They help him relax so he hopes they help you relax too. Bonus if you guys end up dancing in the living room and get the whole family to join too.

[mysteryshoptls]

SSR Jack Howl Bloom Birthday Personal Story: Part 1

"Happy Birthday"

Part 1 (Part 2) (Part 3)

[Savanaclaw Dorm – Birthday Party Venue]

Jack: An interview for the birthday boy, huh. I wonder what I'll get asked? Regardless…

Jack: Both the questions asked and the presenter chosen by the "Magical Pendulum" being kept secret until it starts is just way too last minute.

???: Hey, Jack… What, you scared, or something?

Jack: Huh? There's no way I'd be scared. Stop saying stupid things and show yourself.

Deuce: Fine, fine. I'll be your presenter today. Happy Birthday!

Jack: Ah, thanks. Although, we see enough of each other pretty regularly, so you being here doesn't really feel like anything special for my birthday.

Deuce: True. But hey, at least it'll be easier on the both of us.

Jack: Can't deny that. But you better not get too relaxed and stumble or nothing.

Deuce: O-Obviously, I wouldn't do that! I just gotta ask the questions that were given to me, so… Anyway, I'm gonna start the first question!

Deuce: "If you could use flight magic to go anywhere, where would you like to go?”

Deuce: Also, it doesn't look like you have to worry about your magical abilities to make that happen.

Jack: Oh, then, I'd want to go see the Magical Shift World Championship.

Jack: The ticket alone is crazy expensive, but add the transportation fees as well, and I had to give up on it…

Jack: But if I could get to the arena by flying on a broom, then it doesn't matter what country's hosting it. I feel like I could do it

Jack: Well, then it just comes down to whether or not I'd be able to buy a ticket, though…

Deuce: Yeah, makes sense, even guys who normally don't care about magical shift start talking about it around the time of the world championships.

Deuce: Did you use to go watch magical shift matches when you were back home?

Jack: Not as much as I'd like. I'd save up my allowance, but I still would only be able to go two or three times a year.

Jack: Back home, I'd watch the matches whenever they were broadcast on TV, but the impact of a live game is way different.

Jack: They'd fly past me at insane speeds, and shoot off different kinds of magic one right after the other…

Jack: Those pros are definitely way too amazing. I want to be able to play like them someday.

Jack: If I can watch live all those pro players at the world championships, then I'd definitely be able to learn a thing or two.

Deuce: Yeah, I get it. I like to watch videos of people on magical wheels, too, but it's definitely easier to get a feel for it when you see it in person.

Deuce: But also… I didn't realize you were that into magical shift.

Jack: Well, yeah. It's a pretty neat sport that requires players to have great physical ability, magical control, and mental acuity.

Deuce: Must be, if you're watching it whenever it's on TV. I can really get a sense of how passionate you are for it.

Jack: Passionate…? What, do I look like I'm getting heated over it?

Deuce: Oh, didn't you notice? You look more excited than usual… I can really tell that you like it.

Jack: Tch… You don't gotta point that out. Yeah, fine, I like magical shift. Just leave it at that.

Deuce: What's with you, tutting like that all of a sudden…? …Ah, oho, what, are you embarrassed or something, Jack?

Jack: SHUT IT!!

Deuce: Ahahah! C'mon, it's not something to be embarrassed about. It's great that you have a passion like that.

Jack: Ugh, I'm done answering this question. Hurry and get to the next one!

Part 1 (Part 2) (Part 3)

Requested by Anonymous.

[flowery-laser-blasts]

How would the first meeting between Drakken and Shego’s brothers would go?

Good question! First technical meeting was during the episode 'Go team Go' but that was barely anything. Let me try and write down how I think a first meeting would go:

So I suppose after the episode, the next best meeting could be during a family orientated holiday (Thanksgiving or Christmas). It would be very likely that Hego, after finding out where Drakken's Lair is located, would send an invitation for them to visit during the holiday; no hero activities, no villain activities just family stuff + Drakken. Drakken is a sucker for family orientated outings (See the yearly evil family picnic that he organises for his henchmen and the time he celebrated Christmas with first only Ron and then with the Possibles and Shego).

If Drakken gets his hands on the invitation first: Drakken might keep it a secret from Shego and makes her come along with him to GoCity under the guise of "We're going there for evil shopping" or anything and 'coincidentally' bumping into Hego.

If Shego gets get hands on the invitation: Shego will probably burn it and toss it away. However, she won't wait for it to burn out (like the photo strip of her and Kim in 'Stop team Go'). So Drakken might see it and stomp it out, see the address and could potentially read that it's an invite and then do the same as the previous part, go to Go-city.

Alternative: Drakken invites team Go to the lair for a family reunion.

Drakken and Hego would formally introduce themselves to each other and Shego would try and go away but gets stopped by the Wegos who surround her with hugs. Eventually she just gives up and everyone goes to GoTower or Lair.

Drakken + the Go brothers impressions:

Wegos & Drakken: The twins would probably be neutral over Drakken. He looks a tad boring to them compared to the Go villains. They are mischievous though and first pretend to be 1 sibling, making Drakken confused because he thought they were twins, then triplets??? Quintuplets?!? "Oh, just twins with multiplication powers, haha of course--." Drakken would also think they're around the age of Kim's brothers so he got them a pranksters' science kit as present. "How to build an atomic whoopy cushion? Neat!". Drakken is okay in their book.

Mego & Drakken: A looooooooooong silence between them. Mego and Drakken would probably start with having the least common interests, but something they both like to talk about is themselves. One would start talking about some anecdotes connecting to their line of work, then in turns they interrupt each other to tell another 'funny story that I just remembered cause of this story'. The conversation then turns into talking about Shego. Both of them then bond over getting onto Shego's nerves.. until Shego interrupts them "Hahaha, oh that's funny-- hey don't stop talking about me now, you guys seemed to have so much fun!" "Yes, uh, well, we're just--" "Boy! All that socialising sure dried up my throat. I'll get myself a water, would you like some too, Doctor Drakken?" "Why, yes Mego, here let me help you!!" And both of them hurry away into the kitchen before Shego can say anything. They also compliment each other's hairdo but secretly think it looks lame and theirs looks better.

Hego & Drakken: I feel like this is a double edged sword. They both like the Oh Boyz and probably would sing Karaoke during the party (making Shego and Mego cringe in their seats). They could talk about the fastfood industry/horeca in general and maybe Hego likes Snowman Hank as well.

Now the negative aspect. I think at one point during the party, Drakken might ask Hego something along the lines of "So, you are okay with your sister being evil? Running from the law? A super Villain's sidekick?" and Hego laughs it off, replying "Oh, yeah well, I'm not that worried. You see, if she's paired up with the likes of you, it'll be ok." At first Drakken might be flattered but then, "What do you mean, "paired up with the likes of me"?"

Hego explains that he knows that Drakken is no 'real villain'. After first seeing him, he looked up everything about Drakken in a villain database and concluded that Drakken is no real threat, at least not like the true villains that terrorise GoCity (according to him). Shego probably is the safest with Drakken cause she'll never be in real danger because of his shenanigans. Drakken will get fired up because this definetely hurts his ego. He will start getting real angry and tries picking a fight with Hego, telling him he's probably the reason that Shego left for villainy, because he's such a goodie two shoes that controls everyone like they're tools to get him in the best light and adoration of the city. Hego and Drakken will eventually get closer to actual fighting but Shego steps in, scolding both of them hard. "This is exactly why I didn't want to come." Shego grabs Drakken by his collar and heads out.

It's not the most perfect first meeting, but it's a first meeting nonetheless. I hope you liked my take on it!

[goldenfreddys]

september '04, cont.— a little identity never hurt nobody!

Jeremy’s cellphone was ringing in his pocket— a sort of tense, shrill melody he chose from a long menu of ringtone options because ‘tense’ and ‘shrill’ is how calls felt when they weren’t from his mom. It just felt right.

It was daytime, but the pizzeria was oddly empty. The band was lined up neat and still on the show stage.

He pressed the answer button and mumbled out a ‘hello?’

For a moment, there was nothing. In the static, Jeremy heard what could’ve been a sniffle. The rustle of fabric, a quiet whimper.

Finally, a small boy on the other end of the line asked, “... Is- is Mike there?”

“I don’t… think so. Whats wrong, bud?”

“I’m scared. It’s dark a-and I wanna go home, now.”

“Where are you? Do- um, do you know where you are?”

The kid let out a muffled sob. Jeremy started walking towards the office, glancing in the party rooms as he went. The walls were covered in construction paper portraits of a pale, round head with wide eyes and thick bars of faded blue tears streaming off to the bottom of the page.

“I guess not. That’s okay… Can you tell me who you are, big guy?”

The child’s voice wobbled, “My- my name…”

Suddenly, the call dropped. Quick, rhythmic beeps erupted from the speaker to reassure him it had been disconnected.

In the office, the old landline’s handset had been left hanging off the edge of the desk. It swung like a body from the gallows.

Sometimes, Jeremy would fight to escape the spider’s web of sleep. He’d think, I really need to get up, now and then sooner or later it would happen. Today, he didn’t feel any particular urge to wake up. He spent a long time edging in and out of consciousness- someone was humming and frying up bacon across the room. He nestled further into the couch to escape the growing light and pulled his thin blanket higher around his shoulders.

“Morning, babydoll. I made coffee.”

Jeremy opened his eyes cautiously. That wasn’t right. He was nobody’s baby, let alone someone’s babydoll.

He heard two people kissing some distance away and untensed. They seemed to be really going at it.

“And breakfast.”

The other person responded in a deep, warm voice, “Now that’s just suspicious. What did you do?”

The first man let out a prolonged, flabbergasted series of sounds expressing disbelief, shock and offence.

“Do I need to I re-open the nightguard posting?”

“No, no- believe it or not, he’s alive! Hey, just look and see for yourself!”

It was Mike, he realized. Jeremy remained perfectly still, even holding his breath for a moment.

“You brought this poor baby angel’s dead body into our beautiful house-”

“He’s sleeping.”

“See, you said that about Elizabeth's hamster, too.”

Mike leaned closer, “You’re sleeping, right?”

“Fuck off,” Jeremy responded.

The gig was up. Now he had to figure out what Mike wanted, and why he felt it was important enough to warrant kidnapping his coworker. Jeremy sat up and rubbed his eyes.

“I just need to figure out what’s going on, okay? What’s your relationship to ‘Dave Miller’?” Mike made exaggerated air-quotes around the name.

“... Who? The- the doctor?”

Jeremy looked around the living room. He was still in his work clothes, and his shoes were on the floor by the couch. Faintly remembering the night before, he realized he didn’t have his wallet, keys or cellphone. Shit.

“Mikey, he’s obviously not in cahoots. Look at him.” The other person–Eugene, he recalled–crossed his arms doubtfully.

Again, the two started bickering like he wasn’t there. Jeremy raised his hand, as though flagging the attention of a teacher halfway through class.

“What is it, sweetie?”

“Can I use the bathroom?”

Eugene motioned to the hall, “Last door on the right.”

“Thanks.”

As Jeremy washed his hands, he studied the space around the bathroom sink. At one edge of the counter, some various amenities were neatly organized in a bin- shaving cream, toothpaste, styling combs and cologne. At the other, there was a can of aerosolized body spray titled Tropical Breeze with some crusty build up around the nozzle.

He dried his hands. The room was tastefully decorated, though currently disheveled— an interior designer had clearly been involved. He glanced at the closed door. 

Nadia had a bad habit of idly snooping through drawers and cupboards; she liked knowing where things were, she said, “like, what if there was an emergency and we needed a flathead screwdriver, but didn't know where to find one?” spoken with unfettered confidence that an emergency that required a flathead screwdriver was tangible and imminent.

Jeremy nodded in agreement with the recollection of his best friend he pictured in his mind, then opened a cabinet above the sink. It had pills, gauze and various medical instruments. He leaned in to get a closer look. There were a couple over-the-counter painkillers, viagra, pepto bismol and petroleum jelly. Wrapped in a clear cellophane package labeled STERILE was what looked to be a thin, threaded hook. His brow furrowed a bit as he mulled over the intended application of the hook. Clearly not fishing, because the curve was too slight– and with fishing out of the equation, his relevant wisdom had run dry.

It was either medical or sexual, he figured. Maybe both.

Satisfied with his findings, Jeremy closed the cabinet and wandered back to the living room.

“Then who died?!” Mike asked in a tone that was either pissed off or distraught.

“Secret triplet?” Eugene offered.

“No!”

“It's not more unlikely.”

Jeremy grimaced, “Can y'all take this from the top for me?”

Mike sat down at the table and buried his face in his hands. Jeremy looked to Eugene, then back at Mike as he waited for a response.

After a pause long enough to make one doubt if he would continue at all, Mike said, “You're Sammy Emily.”

“Sammy Fitzgerald.” He corrected, pointedly, “... But I haven't gone by that since I was little.”

“Sammy died.”

“Sammy moved to Vermont, actually. Similar, sure, but not totally the same. Again, you're thinking of my sister.”

“Well, clearly not-”

“Unless there's another one!” Eugene interjected, triumphantly.

Jeremy pressed his lips together and stared at the floor. The topic sort of stung on a good day, and that morning had been shaping up to be the worst day in months. Frustration buzzed through him, nerve endings like frayed livewires in a damp, mildew filled supply closet. It was a miserable anger with nowhere to go.

“Are you good, hon?”

“I want my fucking mom. Or to go home and sleep… I want Nads to key your stupid mustang, too. And a smoke,” he mumbled.

“That's completely fair! Mike, fetch him a siga.” Eugene snapped his fingers for emphasis, “That's Yoruban for fag, which is British for…”

Mike groaned and waved him off before digging around in the pockets of a leather jacket hanging by the door.

He held out a battered carton of cigarettes to Jeremy, then jerked them out of reach with a stern glare, “... But if you touch my car, I'm gonna end up on the news.”

[fizzyjesterdemon]

After little Mac and Don Flamenco finished boxing practice, Don asked little Mac "Hey Hot Stuff, would you like to go to a little... how you say, party at a nearby nightclub

"Uh.. sure?" Little mac replied.

Before going to the bar, Both decided to go home and get on their proper outfits for the occasion. When little Mac got out of his boxer's uniform, he got his favorite suit that his dad got him. It was a nice dark navy color with a light blue stripe across the torso. The sleeves had a golden color and it looked pretty sharp, but he wasn't sure if this was formal enough to go to a bar, but the only way he was going to know is by asking his good friend Don.

Mac knocked on his door, but was surprised to see someone else open the door instead of the Don. It was a very tall woman, she had a black leather jacket and a nice white blouse underneath. She had a beautiful face, and the body of a goddess. Her breasts were huge and were only barely held in by the shirt, and her waist was incredibly thin, and she wore some long leather pants, that seemed to show off the curves of her hips and butt.

Little Mac was in awe. "U-um... hello." Little Mac was flustered. He had never been so close to such a beautiful woman. "Is Don here?"

"Oh! Yes. Don!" She said.

Don appeared from the side. He wore a white shirt, a purple blazer, and some tight-fitting jeans. "Hey buddy! Sorry about her. This is my girlfriend, Holly. I invited her over for the party. We've been together for about two months, but I thought it was about time you two met!"

"Uh... nice to meet you Holly." Little Mac reached out his hand.

Holly giggled and took his hand and shook it. "Nice to meet you too, little Mac."

Don turned to her. "Babe, do you think you could get us a taxi?"

"Of course!" She turned and walked away. Little Mac watched her go.

"You know she's taken right, buddy?" Don said, patting Mac on the shoulder.

"Wha- uh- I- no, I wasn't..." Little Mac was blushing hard.

"It's okay buddy, you can look, but don't touch." He said. "Now come on, let's go."

The party was pretty far from Don's apartment, and so the ride there took a while. Little Mac rode in the front, but he could still hear their conversation from the back.

"So, you're a boxer?" Holly asked.

"Yeah, I'm trying to become the greatest boxer in the world." Mac answered.

"Ooh! That's a lofty goal! You know Don's a boxer too, right?"

"Yeah, he's actually my coach. He's helping me get to the top."

"Wow, really? What do you think Don?"

"I think he can do it. He's pretty determined, and he has a lot of potential. I just need to make sure he stays on the right track. But, even if he doesn't get to the top, it's still important that he gets to the finals."

"What? Why?"

"Because that's when we start making money. And the more money we make, the better. Right little Mac?"

"Hehe, yeah."

"That's right, buddy. That's why it's important to win every match."

The party was very loud. Little Mac hadn't been to a place like this since his dad passed. Little Mac wasn't much of a drinker, but he knew that Don was, so he would probably end up having a few drinks before the night was over.

When they got inside, there was already a table set up for them, and the party was in full swing. The dance floor was packed, and people were talking and laughing loudly.

"Come on, let's get some drinks." Don said.

They made their way over to the bar, where a large bartender was standing. "Hey guys, what can I get ya?"

"I'll have a scotch, neat." Don said.

"Same." Mac added.

The bartender nodded and got to work.

"So, what do you think so far?" Don asked.

"It's cool, but I'm not much of a dancer."

"You don't have to dance, you can just sit here and talk."

"Yeah, but it's kind of awkward just sitting here, especially since we don't know anyone."

"Well, I do know a few people."

"Really?"

"Yeah, there's a couple other boxers here. They're actually some of the people who I train with."

"Really?"

"Yeah, we could go introduce you if you want."

"Sure, I guess."

Don motioned for Mac to follow him, and they made their way over to the table in the corner of the room. A group of people were sitting around it, drinking and talking.

"Hey guys, this is my friend, little Mac." Don said.

"Sup" was the reply from one of the men.

"Hey little Mac, I'm King Hippo." Said the big guy at the head of the table.

"I'm Piston Honda." Said the Asian man sitting next to him.

"And I'm Glass Joe." said the small Frenchman next to him.

"So you're the new fighter that Don's been telling us about?" King Hippo asked.

"Y-yeah." Mac said.

"How are you feeling about your fight tomorrow?" Piston Honda asked.

"I'm a bit nervous, but I'm ready." Mac said.

"We'll see about that." Piston Honda said, laughing.

"Don't worry about him, he's just kidding." Don said.

"He is, but seriously, if you can beat him, it'll be a hell of a feat." King Hippo said.

"Thanks, I'll do my best." Mac said.

"We'll be cheering you on." Piston Honda said.

"Thanks." Mac said.

"Well, it was nice to meet you, but we have some business to attend to." King Hippo said, getting up. "We'll see you around."

"Yeah, good luck." Piston Honda said, getting up as well.

"Yeah, thanks." Mac said.

The three of them left the table, leaving Don and Mac alone.

"They seem nice." Mac said.

"Yeah, they're a good bunch. They're some of the best boxers I've ever met." Don said.

"Do you think you could beat them?" Mac asked.

"In a fight, no. In a boxing match, yes. But in a real fight, no." Don said.

"What do you mean?" Mac asked.

"I mean that in a real fight, I'd have no chance. They're all bigger and stronger than me. And they're all experienced fighters. They know how to hit and take a punch. But in a boxing match, I'd have a chance. I'm faster and smarter than them, and I've got years of experience. I'd probably lose, but I'd give them a hell of a fight."

"Do you think you could take on the champion?"

"I don't know, it's hard to say. He's the best in the world. He's won every match he's ever fought. But he's also an arrogant bastard. If I could get him to underestimate me, I might have a chance."

"Well, I hope you can beat him." Mac said.

"Me too." Don said. "But let's not talk about that right now. Let's just have fun tonight. You deserve it."

"Yeah, okay." Mac said.

Don ordered them a couple more drinks, and they continued talking. Eventually, the DJ put on some music, and people started dancing.

"Hey, you want to dance?" Don asked.

"Yeah, sure." Mac said.

Don led him out onto the dance floor, and they started moving to the music. They were both pretty drunk at this point, and they were laughing and enjoying themselves. After a while, Don pulled Mac in close, and they started dancing together. Mac was surprised, but he went along with it. They were both laughing and smiling.

The song ended, and they both stood there for a moment, breathing heavily.

"I'm not much of a dancer." Mac said.

"Yeah, well, neither am I." Don said. "But that was fun."

"Yeah, it was." Mac said.

Don smiled. "Come on, let's get another drink."

They made their way back to the bar and ordered a couple more drinks.

"Hey, I think I'm gonna call it a night." Mac said.

"Okay, you want me to take you home?" Don asked.

"No, it's okay. I can find my way."

"You sure?"

"Yeah, I'm sure."

"Alright, be safe."

"I will."

Mac said his goodbyes and made his way out of the club. The walk back to his apartment wasn't too far, and he made it back safely. He was tired, but he felt good. He had fun tonight, and he felt confident about his match tomorrow.

The next morning, Mac was woken up by the sound of his alarm clock. He groaned and rolled over, but quickly realized he had to get up. He had a match today, and he had to get to the gym early.

He took a quick shower and got dressed. He put on his favorite pair of boxing shorts and a sleeveless t-shirt. He didn't have time to eat breakfast, so he grabbed a banana and headed out the door.

The walk to the gym wasn't too bad, but the heat was starting to get to him. It was mid-August, and the temperatures were reaching triple digits. He was sweating by the time he got to the gym, but he didn't care.

He stepped into the gym and immediately felt a surge of adrenaline. The familiar smell of sweat and leather filled his nostrils, and the sound of punches hitting bags echoed through the space. Coach was already there, barking orders at another fighter in the ring.

"Mac, you're here. Good. Get warmed up, we've got work to do," Coach said as he wiped the sweat from his brow.

Mac nodded and headed over to the jump rope. He started skipping, feeling the burn in his muscles and the focus in his mind. Today was the day he had been training for months for - the biggest match of his career against the reigning champion.

As he finished his warm-up routine, Coach called him over to the ring. "Alright, Mac. Today is the day we've been preparing for. You've put in the work, now it's time to show what you're made of."

Mac nodded, determination shining in his eyes. He climbed through the ropes and started shadow

boxing, moving with precision and speed. He could feel the eyes of his coach and fellow boxers on him, their silent support giving him strength. As he danced around the ring, throwing punches at an invisible opponent, he focused on his breathing and the rhythm of his movements.

"Good, good," Coach encouraged from outside the ring. "Now show me your footwork."

Mac shifted his weight from side to side, his footwork sharp and deliberate. He could hear the cheers and shouts of encouragement from his teammates as he moved with agility and control. Every punch he threw was packed with determination, every step calculated and purposeful.

After several intense rounds of shadow boxing, Coach called for a break. Mac stepped out of the ring, his chest rising and falling with exertion. He took a swig of water and wiped the sweat from his brow, feeling a surge of confidence coursing through him.

"You're looking sharp in there, Mac," Don said, clapping him on the

back. "You're ready for this."

Mac nodded, a fire burning in his eyes. "I'm going to give it everything I've got. I won't let myself down."

"Don't worry, you won't," Don said with a reassuring smile. "You've got the heart of a champion, and I believe in you."

As the final moments before the match approached, Mac felt a mixture of nerves and excitement building within him. The crowd began to fill the arena, their energy palpable in the air. The time had come for Mac to step into the ring and face his opponent, the reigning champion.

With his gloves laced tight and his coach's words of encouragement echoing in his mind, Mac made his way to the center of the ring. Across from him stood the imposing figure of the champion, a fierce determination gleaming in his eyes.

The bell rang, signaling the start of the match. Mac moved with grace and speed, ducking and weaving with precision as

he circled his opponent. The champion came at him with a flurry of punches, each one powerful and calculated. Mac dodged and blocked as best he could, feeling the impact of each blow reverberate through his body.

But Mac refused to back down. He fought back with everything he had, his fists flying in a blur of motion. Blow after blow, he landed hit after hit on the champion, driving him back across the ring. The crowd erupted into cheers, their voices mixing with the sound of the bell signaling the end of the round.

As Mac retreated to his corner, he felt a surge of adrenaline coursing through him. Coach was there, his expression proud and fierce. "You're doing great out there, Mac. Keep it up!"

Mac nodded, determination burning in his eyes. He knew he had to dig deep if he wanted to win this match. As the next round began, he threw himself back into the fray with renewed vigor.

Round after round, Mac

continued to push himself to the limit, trading blows with the champion in an intense back-and-forth battle. The arena buzzed with excitement as the two fighters exchanged punishing punches, neither willing to give an inch.

Mac could feel the weight of each punch he landed and each blow he took, but he refused to let it slow him down. He dug deep, drawing on every ounce of strength and determination he possessed. With each passing second, he could sense the tide of the match shifting in his favor.

As the final round approached, Mac found himself on the brink of exhaustion, but his spirit remained unbroken. With a primal roar, he launched himself forward, unleashing a relentless barrage of punches that left the champion staggering.

The crowd erupted into a deafening crescendo of cheers as the final bell sounded, signaling the end of the match. Both fighters stood in the center of the ring, their chests heaving and bodies battered from the grueling battle they had waged.

The referee raised Mac's arm in victory, declaring him the new champion. Tears welled up in Mac's eyes as he looked around at the cheering crowd, his heart pounding with a mixture of disbelief and euphoria. He had done it - he had overcome the odds and achieved his dream of becoming a champion.

Coach enveloped him in a tight embrace, a wide grin on his face. "I knew you had it in you, Mac. You fought with all your heart out there."

Don joined them in the ring, clapping Mac on the back. "I told you that you had the heart of a champion. I'm so proud of you, buddy."

Mac's victory felt surreal as he stood there amidst the cheers and applause. The hours of training, the sacrifices, and the moments of doubt had all led to this triumphant moment. He raised his fists in the air, his eyes shining with pride and gratitude.

As he made his way out of the ring, greeted by well-wishers and supporters, Mac couldn't shake the feeling of euphoria that coursed through his veins. He had done it - against all odds, he had emerged victorious and proven himself as the new champion.

The days that followed were a whirlwind of celebration and interviews. Mac was hailed as an underdog success story, his journey from humble beginnings to boxing stardom inspiring many. But amidst the accolades and attention, Mac remained grounded, never forgetting the hard work and dedication that had brought him to this moment.

As he returned to the gym for training, Mac found a newfound sense of purpose and determination. The title of champion weighed heavy on his shoulders, a constant reminder of the responsibility he now carried. With each punch he threw and each round he sparred, Mac pushed himself to new heights, refusing to rest on his laurels.

Months passed, and challengers lined up to face the new champion. But no matter who stepped into the ring with him, Mac met them with unwavering resolve and unyielding determination. He trained harder than ever before, pushing himself to the limits of his physical and mental endurance. Each day brought new challenges, new obstacles to overcome, but Mac faced them all head-on with the same grit and tenacity that had led him to victory in his championship match.

One evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon and cast a warm glow over the city, Mac found himself alone in the gym. The familiar sound of his gloves hitting the punching bag echoed through the empty space, a rhythmic beat that matched the pounding of his heart. Sweat glistened on his brow as he moved with focused intensity, his muscles burning with exertion.

In the midst of his training, a voice called out from the entrance of the gym. Mac turned to see a figure standing in the shadows, their features obscured by the dim light. As they stepped forward into the glow of the overhead lamps, Mac's breath caught in his throat.

It was a man he hadn't seen in years, a man whose face had haunted his dreams and fueled his desire for redemption. The man approached slowly, his steps deliberate and measured, as if savoring the moment.

"Hello, Mac," he said, his voice rough with emotion. "I see you've come a long way since we last met."

Mac's fists clenched instinctively at his sides as he faced the man who had once been his greatest rival and his toughest opponent. The memories of their last fight flooded back to him, the taste of defeat still bitter on his tongue.

"What are you doing here?" Mac asked, his voice tinged with a mixture of apprehension and defiance.

The man regarded him with a steady gaze, his eyes betraying a depth of emotion that Mac had never seen before. "I've come to offer you a chance at redemption, Mac. A chance to settle the score once and for all."

Mac felt a surge of conflicting emotions welling up inside

him. A part of him wanted to turn and walk away, to leave the past where it belonged and focus on the future that he had worked so hard to build. But another part, a part that still burned with the fire of competition, stirred within him at the challenge laid before him.

"What kind of chance?" Mac asked, his voice steady despite the turmoil raging inside him.

The man's lips curled into a knowing smile, a glint of something akin to respect shining in his eyes. "A rematch, Mac. One final fight to determine who the true champion is. No titles on the line, no audience watching. Just you and me, in this very gym where it all began."

Mac's mind raced as he considered the man's proposal. He knew the risks - a rematch could reopen old wounds, dredging up memories and emotions that he had fought hard to bury. But deep down, he also knew that this was an opportunity he couldn't pass up.

"Fine,”

Mac replied, his voice firm. "I'll do it. Let's settle this once and for all."

The man nodded, a flicker of something akin to satisfaction crossing his features. Without another word, he moved to the center of the gym, and Mac followed suit. The air between them crackled with tension, memories of their past encounters hanging heavy in the space.

As they squared off, there was a moment of stillness before they launched into action. The sound of their fists meeting filled the gym, each strike echoing off the walls like thunder. It was a dance of two seasoned warriors, their movements fluid and precise as they sought to gain the upper hand.

Round after round passed in a blur of motion, neither willing to give an inch. Sweat poured from their bodies, staining the mat beneath their feet as they fought with a ferocity that bordered on primal. Each punch thrown was met with equal force, a testament to the years of training and discipline that had brought them to this moment.

As the intensity of the fight reached its peak, Mac felt a surge of adrenaline coursing through his veins. His muscles burned with exertion, his breaths coming in ragged gasps as he launched a relentless assault on his opponent. The man matched him blow for blow, his movements a symphony of power and precision.

In the midst of the chaos, a memory flashed through Mac's mind - the first time he had faced this man in the ring, the taste of defeat bitter on his tongue. But this time was different. This time, Mac fought not just for victory but for redemption, to prove to himself and the world that he was worthy of the title he now held.

With a renewed sense of purpose, Mac unleashed a flurry of punches that drove his opponent back against the ropes. The man staggered but refused to yield, his eyes burning with a fierce determination that mirrored Mac's own. It was a battle of wills as much as it was a physicaled with exertion, but he pushed past the pain, his focus unwavering. The man before him was a formidable opponent, matching him blow for blow, each strike a reminder of the skill and determination that had once made him Mac's greatest rival.

In the heat of battle, as they circled each other with a predator's grace, Mac saw a flicker of something familiar in the man's eyes - respect. It was a silent acknowledgment of the journey they had both undertaken, the trials they had faced, and the unbreakable bond that existed between two fighters who had shared the ring.

With renewed resolve, Mac launched into a flurry of punches, his movements swift and precise. The man countered with equal precision, their blows landing with a force that reverberated through the gym. It was a dance of combat, a symphony of violence and skill that played out in perfect harmony.

As the fight raged on, each fighter drawing upon reserves of strength and endurance they never knew they possessed, Mac felt a sense of liberation wash over him. This was not just a rematch; it was a chance to confront his past, to lay to rest the ghosts that had haunted him for years. With each strike, he felt the weight of his history lifting from his shoulders, replaced by a newfound sense of purpose.

As the final round approached, both men were battered and bruised, their bodies a roadmap of the fierce battle they had waged. But amidst the physical exhaustion, there was a glimmer of something else - mutual respect. In each other's eyes, they saw reflections of their own struggles, their own victories and defeats.

With one last burst of energy, Mac launched himself forward, his fists flying in a relentless barrage. The man met his onslaught with equal determination, their movements a blur of speed and precision. In that moment, they were no longer rivals but comrades in arms, bound together by the shared experience of combat.

And then, as quickly as it had been revealed, the weight of his regrets and failures lifting from his shoulders were replaced by a newfound sense of purpose and determination. The man before him was no longer just an opponent but a mirror reflecting the depths of Mac's own soul.

As they continued to trade blows, the rhythm of their fight began to shift. Mac felt himself tapping into a reservoir of skill and instinct that he had long forgotten, his movements becoming fluid and effortless. The man, too, seemed to be fighting with a renewed vigor, his eyes burning with a fire that matched Mac's own.

In a moment of clarity amidst the chaos, Mac saw an opening - a split-second opportunity to land the decisive blow. With a fierce battle cry, he launched himself forward, his fist arcing through the air towards his opponent's jaw. Time seemed to slow as the punch connected, the sound of impact reverberating through the gym like a thunderclap.

The man staggered, his eyes wide with shock as he stumbled backwards and collapsed to the mat. As he lay there, gasping for breath, Mac stood over him, his own chest heaving with exertion. He stared down at the man, his former rival and now, it seemed, his friend. There was a strange mix of relief and sadness in his heart, knowing that this was the end of a long and painful chapter in his life.

Slowly, he helped the man to his feet, their eyes locking in a moment of mutual understanding. Without a word, they embraced, the weight of their shared past and present crushing between them.

As they separated, the man looked at Mac, his voice barely above a whisper. "You've earned your place, Mac. You are the true champion."

And with that, the man turned and left the gym, disappearing into the shadows as if to symbolize the end of their story. Mac remained standing in the center of the ring, his mind and body still pulsating with the echoes of their fight. But amidst the remnants of their battle, he felt a sense of closure settling over him like a comforting shroud. He had faced his demons, conquered his doubts, and emerged victorious not just as a fighter, but as a man who had found peace within himself.

As he slowly made his way out of the gym, the familiar sights and smells that once held memories of strife and rivalry now seemed to whisper tales of camaraderie and mutual respect. The walls bore witness to their struggles, their triumphs, and ultimately, their reconciliation.

Stepping out into the cool night air, Mac looked up at the stars glittering overhead, feeling a sense of gratitude for the journey that had led him to this moment. He knew that he would always carry the lessons learned from this encounter with him, a reminder of the strength that resided within him and the bonds that connected him to others.

With a newfound lightness in his step, Mac walked away from the gym, his heart feeling strangely full. The weight of the past had finally been lifted off his shoulders, replaced by a sense of peace he hadn't felt in years. As he walked through the quiet streets, the night enveloping him like a comforting embrace, Mac couldn't help but reflect on the journey that had brought him to this point.

Every step seemed to echo with the echoes of the fight, a reminder of the resilience and determination that had carried him through. The darkness around him was no longer oppressive but soothing, a blanket under which he could rest and heal, knowing that he had faced his greatest challenge and emerged stronger for it.

In the distance, a faint glow caught his eye - the lights of a small diner that never seemed to close. Without hesitation, Mac changed course and made his way towards it. As he pushed open the door, the warmth and scent of coffee welcomed him like an old friend.

Taking a seat at the counter, he ordered a cup of black coffee and let out a deep sigh, the events of the night still fresh in his mind. The waitress approached him with a kind smile, sensing the weight that Mac carried on his shoulders. As she poured his coffee, she met his eyes with a knowing look.

"Rough night?" she asked gently.

Mac nodded, grateful for her understanding gaze. "You could say that," he replied, taking a sip of the hot coffee that warmed him from the inside out.

The waitress leaned against the counter, her voice soft. "I've seen my fair share of fighters come through here. Sometimes, the biggest battles are the ones we fight within ourselves."

Her words struck a chord with Mac, resonating with the internal struggle he had faced in the ring. He looked at her, a silent acknowledgment passing between them.

"I suppose you're right," he said after a moment. "But tonight...tonight felt different. Like I finally found peace."

The waitress smiled knowingly. "It sounds like you've found closure. Not many get to experience that kind of victory, the one that frees your soul."

Mac nodded, a sense of gratitude welling up within him. "Thank you," he said softly, his voice filled with emotion.

As he finished his coffee, Mac felt a sense of contentment wash over him, knowing that he had faced his past and emerged stronger for it. He left the diner with a newfound lightness in his step, the weight of years of doubt and regret finally lifted from his shoulders.

Walking through the quiet streets once more, Mac felt a sense of peace settle within him. The night seemed alive with possibilities, each shadow holding a promise of new beginnings. And as he headed home, a smile tugged at the corners of his lips.

For the first time in a long time, Mac felt truly free.

The end.. or is it?

[confetti-cupcake]

WIP Wednesday

Thanks for the tags @lostinabuddiehaze, @elvensorceress and @monsterrae1! ❤️❤️❤️ I've been posting a lot of non-Buddie snippets from my Survivor fic recently, so let's change it up — here's a tidbit from my murder mystery And Then There Were None-style whodunnit fic set toward the beginning of season 2, featuring both Buck and Eddie, who have just arrived at the manor, unaware of what's about to take place 😈

Eddie can barely make out the name written out on her luggage tag with handwriting as pin-straight as her hair: Dr. Hanako Ito.

“Is it just me, or were you expecting more of a beachy, resort-type place?” she asks, looking around at the manor. 

“Not just you. But hey, where else are you going to find…” Eddie trails off, studying the shrubs decorating the path to the front door, “dueling angel and devil topiary?”

“Creepy, yet impressive.” They followed the path down, passing vivid designs, and Eddie did his best to ignore the striking one of a hooded figure holding a scythe. “Owner has some interesting taste.”

“That’s for sure. You looking forward to the time away?”

“Look, I love my husband and my son. And my job is my passion. But between you and me?” she whispers, low and conspiratorial. “I could really use a vacation.”

“Hey, no judgment here,” Eddie says. “I think we all could.”

Hanako’s chauffeur opens the front door, which is bookended on either side by gargoyle vulture statues. They’re greeted by two butlers, outfit in neat suits, who welcome them. One takes their bags, and the other leads them through the parlor to the recreation room, where the crowd of other award recipients awaits.

“Hey! We were thinking you’d never show up!” a young man sitting close to the door says as he springs to his feet. “Now the party starts.” He runs a hand through his jet black hair before extending his hand out for them to shake. His piercing emerald eyes make him look like something out of a fashion spread, and are the kind that make Eddie stop in his tracks — all-consuming, but unnerving all at once. “Duncan.”

The next few minutes is a blur, while Eddie is stopped by everyone stepping up to introduce themselves on his way to the bar. There’s Harlan, a fire chief from a few states over, whose handshake could strangle someone if he isn't careful. There’s Griselle, a bubbly elementary school teacher who held onto Eddie a beat too long when they hugged, and Sheila, a 40-something police officer whose face tells him she's already exhausted by every single person at this brunch. And Detective Julian Crawford, who Eddie only knows how to address as such because of the badge proudly displayed on his belt. 

Not everyone approaches him. A scholarly-looking guy with thick glasses sits in the corner alone, sipping on a Shirley Temple. And an older woman, probably in her late 50s, her hair in a bun so tight that Eddie doesn’t know how she doesn’t have a splitting headache, stands by the old-timey record player, observing the whole thing with beady, unblinking eyes. 

It’s a while before he even spots Buck, who’s sitting at the bar chatting up a petite brunette in a pink sundress. Or, as he comes to find out when he actually goes over to say hi, is smiling and nodding at the petite brunette in a pink sundress as she, er, drives the conversation.

“It’s really the all-purpose drink, you know? You just cut up all the fruit you have in your fridge or hanging out on your counter, and just put it all in with your red wine of choice. God, I love wine. I could drink it at any meal, even breakfast. Did you know that’s why they call it sangria? Because the red wine makes it look like blood. Isn’t that interesting?”

Before Buck can respond, the woman turns to Eddie. 

“Hi!” she says, before Eddie can say anything. “What’s your name?”

“Uh, Eddie. Eddie Diaz,” he says before shaking her hand. 

“Eddie! It’s so nice to meet you! I’m Mary! Mary Almond. You know, like the nut,” she says with a girlish giggle. “Nut. That’s such a funny word.” She gestures wildly to the barstool on the other side of her as her drink threatens to slosh over the rim of her glass. “Sit down with us! We were just talking about— wait, what were we talking about?” she asks Buck. 

She’s giving… Miss Rhode Island from Miss Congeniality. But she’s gorgeous, in a very approachable, girl-next-door kind of way. And she's clearly full of fun facts. Probably Buck’s type, if he’s being honest. Not that he’s ever thought about this exact thing before. Nope.

Tagging: @ashwinmeird @elvensorceress @megslovesbooks @lightningbuck @jacksadventuresinwriting

[toribookworm22]

And a return happy STS to you!

Okay! Pick 3-4 of your favorite characters you've ever made. They can be from current works, past works, one offs, whatever. Got them? Good! They are at the County Fair! This place has all your standard US attractions. Elephant Ears, Funnel Cake, a Ferris wheel, scary house/maze, etc. What is everyone doing until the BIG FIREWORK SHOW in the evening? For the sake of ease, all attractions are free (came with price of admission) and everyone has like 100 bucks to spend on food, drink, souvenirs, or whatever.

If you feel like there would be some date action, there is also a Tunnel of Love of course.

Get silly and fanfictiony with it!

Hey, love! Thanks for the ask!

My picks are:

Tomas, Rolyn, & Maybelle all from The Animatronic Saga. Ready?

I'm starting to think was a terrible idea.

Not many people could've convinced me to come here in the first place, what with the merriment and the noise and the people, but I have an annoyingly large soft spot for the boys that they are now willing to abuse.

Rolyn brushes his pinkie against mine, signal for: Can I grab your hand?

Yeah. Soft spot, all right.

I grip his palm in mine, maybe a little tighter than necessary. "You alright?"

"Fine." My voice has gone reedy.

We step forward in the little line to ride the Ferris Wheel. I risk a glance up at it. Nope. Still looks like a death trap up close. My fingers start tapping against the back of Rolyn's hand.

"Okay, tough guy." He draws the hands we're holding up and around my shoulder-- no, I'm not sure how-- and tugs me out of the line.

Tomas sidles up on my other side. "Not like we have to ride it, Maybelle."

"What?" I feel so small between them and not just because I'm so much shorter. "We can ride it if you want to. I don't mind."

Tomas grins, eyes glinting. "Nice try. This is your first fair and we're only doing what you want to do. So what's first?"

Turned away from the giant death wheel, I'm now face to face with the rest of the monstrosity fair. Overlapping sounds echo from the line of games to our left. There's a few other rides to our right. And dead ahead: "I'm hungry. You hungry?"

Rolyn finally releases my hand, reaching into his back pocket and pulling out a neat fold of cash. "Let's go, party people!"

I get one of those too-big-to-hold pretzels and a slushie that tastes more like pure caffeine then a coke. Behind the stand is a ring of picnic tables. I snag the one not already sticky, laying down a few napkins so my pretzel won't spill out onto the wood when it enevitably slips from its paper sleeve.

The first bite isn't half bad. "You've gotta dip it in the cheese," Tomas says, holding out a little plastic container of.

Nose scrunching up, I hesitantly do. "Whatever that is, it's not cheese." I grimace but let it into my mouth and- "Adenrore, that is yummy."

"Told you," Tomas laughs, taking a sip of Rolyn's Sprite.

Rolyn steals it back with a squawk. "Hands off my drink, you gremlin!"

Tomas just turns to me, making Granby hands at my slushie. "What flavor d'you get?"

Shrugging, I slide him the cup. He takes a dip then smacks his lips. "What is that?"

"Was supposed to be coke."

"That is not coke."

Rolyn extends a hand. "Let me try." Takes a sip. "That could be coke."

"Blasphemy." Tomas snatches back my drink. Slurps some more. "Nope. I don't know what it is." Takes another sip.

"Oh my gosh, you have your coding own!"

They both start to laugh, taking bites out of their own snacks. About halfway through my pretzel, my anxiety finally starts fading out. And since there's no way I'm going to finish the whole thing...

"Who's up for some games?"

...

The ground slips away from our feet, the bench swaying a little in the warm wind. There's a giant turtle cushioned on my lap, Rolyn and Tomas’s held hands sitting on top of it. I take a deep breath.

"Yeah?"

I nod, eyes locked on the where the last bits of sunset are. "Yeah. I'm okay."

The boys each lean a little closer into me. "Proud of you, Maybelle."

We stop at the top for a moment. The sky goes dark and there, from the field, they start firing off the fireworks. I've seen several countries and another planet, visited Caverns and traveled through a night sky of stars.

But this is pretty coding beautiful.

[badgertheking]

When first you met Lisa she looked nothing like her profile picture. She has portrayed herself as a petite 5'1" with flowing shoulder length hair. She was, in actuality, easily six feet and built like a barn. She had also cropped her hair into a neat undercut and dyed it from the chestnut, it had been, to a sleek electric blue with dark highlights.

"Are you Madeline?" She asked hesitantly.

You couldn't blame her, since the meteor shower last month you also looked nothing like your profile picture. You had been 5'6", a little heavy, with green eyes, and dirty blonde hair. Now you stood just over 4'9" and your hair, which had fallen out, was now a ragged pixie cut, and your eyes were now a shocking blue white.

"You can call me Maddie, if you're Lisa." You replied in a questioning fashion.

"Oh thank God!" She replied, relieved. "I had forgotten to update that profile since the incident. I didn't think you would recognize me."

The meteor shower had caused about 1 in every million people to suddenly shift into far more powerful entities than they had been, and to look more like they had always wanted to.

"Yeah, looks like the shower caught me also, I'm sorry I didn't say anything. I didn't want anyone to think that I was trying to act like I was something special. I have gone on a few dates where they were really leaning on the chaos and hoping they could get lucky on that alone."

"Oh no!" Lisa laughed, " What powers did they have?"

"Nothing, that's honestly the worst part." You waved at the bartender and motioned for two drinks, you were known here and the bartender knew this part of your dating routine.

"Oh God! Don't they know it's almost better to have not changed. I don't make enough money to replace my wardrobe at the drop of a hat! And now all of my family and friends want me to move their furniture or come to parties just to show their friends that I can actually lift a car," the drinks arrived and Lisa sniffed hers hesitantly.

"It's some good ol' Tennessee rotgut," you said and shot your tumbler in one go. "So is that your power? Super strength?"

"Yeah, I mean I think it's pretty obvious with this build." Hesitantly Lisa looked at her drink again and tried to match you. She only managed to get half of it down before she coughed and spluttered on it. After catching her breath she she shakily said, "I know it's kind of taboo to ask, but what is your power?"

Chuckling you responded, "I have a super brain. I can move things with my mind." To demonstrate you reached out with your mind and poured a cup of water from the bar and brought it back to Lisa.

"Hey!" Shouted the bartender, "We've talked about this Maddie! I don't care if you show off for your dates, but leave my bar alone!"

Giggling you ask, "do you want to go somewhere a little less crowded?"

You throw a $20 on the bar as Lisa looks embarrassed and gathers her things.

"I hear what you're saying about the wardrobe though," you started as you got outside, "though I bet I had it easier than you. I was able to just throw on one of my old T-shirt and wear it like a dress. Plus I can shop in the kid's section and find some pretty cute outfits." You laughed heartily, "you would be surprised how many professional outfits I've found. Like what are they trying to accomplish? Teaching kids to be little office drones when they're 7?"

"Oh God yeah!" Lisa exclaimed. "I would have been so screwed if my neighbor wasn't a drag queen! He was so nice in loaning me some clothes, just so I could even leave my apartment!"

As the night continued on you both talked of your families and lives before the shower. You enjoyed a moonlit stroll through the park while eating ice cream, at one point you had to trip a man who was trying to assault a lady. The look on his face was priceless when Lisa bent a bike rack around his wrists as cuffs. For her strength she still had a fascinating level of precision and finesse.

One thing lead to an other and you both found yourselves back at your place right as the sun was coming up. Lisa spent the night, but you were both too tired for anything other than heavy conversation.

Around noon the next day she stumbled into your kitchen and sat down.

Laying her breakfast and coffee in front of her you asked, "so do you want be superheroes or what?"

She is quite possibly the strongest woman on earth, and she’s in love with you. You love her back, and it’s terrifying

[crimsonrose418]

A goth love story: The love story of Damian, Rhea and I (Chapters 21-23)

Chapter 21-planning our commitment ceremony.

7/2-8/2/2026

In between matches, promos and traveling, Damian, Rhea and I start planning our commitment ceremony. We have to plan everything but the entertainment, since Taylor Swift offered to take care of that. One day, Rhea and I are in the clubhouse when we both get a text from Bianca. " I want to talk to you ladies about something. Meet me in the women's locker room." We go to the women's locker room. Bianca is waiting for us. "I asked you ladies here because I have a question for you. I know you guys are planning your commitment ceremony, and I wanted to help. Would you guys mind if I made your dresses and Damian's suit?" She asks. "That would be awesome. Leaves us with less on our plate, so thanks. We're thinking black for Rhea, purple for me, and Damian wants red. You think you can do that?" I ask. "Yeah, absolutely. Anything for you girls." We give her a hug and head towards the clubhouse. Suddenly Bianca tells us something we weren't expecting. "I talked to Montez and he's agreed to officiate the ceremony." She said. "Ok thanks Bianca." We leave the locker room and head back to the clubhouse. Damian is back from his match. "Where were you guys?" He asks. "We were talking to Bianca. She agreed to make our dresses and your suit. Montez also agreed to officiate the ceremony." I said. "Good. Takes a lot off of our plate." A few weeks after that, our commitment ceremony is fully planned. Damian, Rhea and I are so excited.

Chapter 22-rhea and I's bachelorette party

10/24/2026.

Rhea and I decided to have a dual bachelorette party, because it was easier than planning 2 separate ones. We invited the entire women's division. It's 5 o'clock and I'm just waiting for Rhea. "Babe, I'm almost ready." I hear her say from the bathroom. "Ok." Shortly after that, she emerges from the bathroom wearing a beautiful dark blue knee-length dress. "Babe, you look absolutely gorgeous. The other girls are going to love it." Just then I hear a knock at the door. I open it. It's Bianca, Naomi and Jade. "Hey ladies, come in and make yourselves comfortable." They sit down and I go to the kitchen and get some glasses and pour them some champagne. Then I hear a knock on the door. It's the rest of the women's division. "Coming in full force huh?" I laugh. "You could say that." Bayley says. After we sit down, Charlotte comes over to us with tiaras and sashes. "For the beautiful brides. You two are the luckiest girls in the world." I smile. "That we are. Now who wants to do some karaoke?" I go get the karaoke machine and set it up. I notice a plate of fairy bread on the table. "Rhea, babe, did you make this?" I ask "Yeah I did." I bring the plate over to the girls for them to try, but before I do, I steal a piece of it. We spend the rest of the night partying and having fun, and it's the best night of our lives.

Chapter 23-the commitment ceremony

10/31/2026

I arrive at the venue early so that I can get ready with my bridesmaids. (Zelina, Bianca and Jade). I'm there before Rhea and Damian. When I get to the venue, I notice that everything is already set up. "Did you guys get any sleep? It's six in the morning, how early did you guys get up to set this up?" "Don't worry about it. It's your special day." Jade says. Bianca, Zelina and Jade take me to one of the bridal suites to get ready. Once I'm in my bridal suite, I see the dress Bianca made me on the back of the door. It's a beautiful lavender colored dress with gold accents. "Bianca, this is absolutely gorgeous. I absolutely love it!!!" She looks at me and smiles. "I knew you would. Now let's get you ready." The girls meticulously get me ready, making sure every little detail is perfect. Zelina does my hair, tying it in a neat braid, tight enough to stay together, but yet loose enough to not cause a headache. Jade does my makeup, every color accenting my dress perfectly. Bianca helps me with my dress. I'm ready exactly an hour before the ceremony. I walk down the aisle after Rhea. When I make it to the altar, she and Damian are both crying. They look at me. "Are we dreaming? Tell us we're dreaming. Babe, you look absolutely beautiful." Now I'm crying. "I feel like I'm the one that's dreaming. Damian, you look absolutely ravishing. Rhea, you're absolutely stunning." We stop crying and the ceremony starts. We decided to do the vows from the movie Corpse bride. (It's just easier since there are three of us). Before we know it the ceremony is over, and we walk off into the sunset, excited for what the future holds.