#that one day where i drank like 8 of them was not good

[dazai-mackerel]

i have had four monster energy drinks in the past 30 minutes

[thebearmage]

Hi! Could I request an one shot about Five&Wife!Reader set in S3 at the wedding, where Y/N worries about Five's drinking frenzy and takes care of him that night? Ya know, that usual drunk words are honest words, world ending stuff etc. I'm just into fluff right now 😭 Maybe Five and Y/N are mentally and physically the same age and know each other from the apocalypse to make it make sense. I loved In Their Arms! Five deserves love. If it's not something you're interested in to write don't worry💜

Put that down!!

Five Hargreeves x Wife!Reader

Summary: During Slone and Luther's wedding, Five goes all out on his drinking. You, being the responsible one, remain sober to take care of him. It goes as one would expect.

NOTE: I went for a bit more humor and angst here too, hope that's okay. Also, The Reader is a Speedster like The CW's Flash. So you can also time travel.

Also (F/C), for anyone who doesn't know, means Favorite Color.

Five and reader are both 18+

"Ah, here we go,"

You turn to look and see where Five is going. The alcohol, of course.

"Oh no," You put your face in your hands, "There goes my plans for the night,"

You and Five are happily married. You were once number 8, born with superspeed and the many different abilities that came with it.

When Five ran off that day, you had used your speed to follow him. You both traveled through time, finding it fun before Five got stuck in the future. Your time travel abilities weren't as limited as his, so you could've left. But you hadn't known if you could take Five with you, so you'd stayed. You didn't want him to be alone.

You and Five were happy together. You and Five had a daughter named Delores and lived in an abandoned library. Life was good and simple then.

Then The Handler showed up and swept you both into trauma after trauma. And then, to top it all off, when you both finally went back, you both got stuck in your 18-year-old bodies.

Now, after failing to save the world a third time, you were at Luther and Sloane's wedding watching as your husband went to get drunk.

You were not much of a drinker yourself, you never really liked the taste and HATED it when Five drank. Tonight, however, you'd let it slide, but you knew you'd have your hands full looking after him.

As the night progressed, you watched your husband slowly get more and more drunk.

You had fun though. Everyone dancing together was enjoyable and you had used the (F/C) lightning that came off your body when running to spice up the floor a bit.

You were twirling around in your dress when you heard Five's voice. You watched, trying so hard not to laugh, as his drunk-as-fuck-ass gave a moving speech to Luther.

You liked Five's singing though, you walked up to the stage and joined him. Wrapping an arm around him.

When everyone moved onto the patio, you had gone off to power your nose. So Five had gone out by himself.

When you went to find the group, half of them were gone, including Five.

"Oh no," you mumble, you stop Luther as he starts to walk Sloane inside, "Where's Five?"

Luther chuckles, "Said he was going to the buffet,"

You sigh and superspeed there, looking around. No Five. You growl and continue to run through the hotel. The (F/C) sparks and a strong breeze followed you everywhere you went.

You soon found Five wandering throughout the halls with cereal in his hands. You zip in front of him and smile.

"There you are,"

Five stumbles at the breeze you make but looks up and smiles when he sees you.

"Y/N!!" He jumps up and glomps you. You're so thankful that minor super strength is part of superspeed because if it wasn't, Five would have knocked you over.

"Hey, baby," you whisper, kissing his cheek, "What are we up to, hmm?"

Five blinks heavily a few times, looking at the cereal in his hands before shrugging, "I dunno,"

You laugh and kiss him softly, "Maybe it's time take you to bed,"

Five wriggles his eyebrows and locks his arms around your neck, "Take me to bed, huh?"

You playfully push his face away from yours, "Not like that. That's the LAST thing you need. I mean sleep, mister,"

Five whines, "Nooo, the night is still young!" He throws his arms out dramatically, "and I have plans,"

You raises your eyebrows in mock fear, "Plans?"

"Plans! Yes!" Five slurs poking your chest, "Lots and lots of plans!"

Five then stumbles over to the plant in the corner of the room, you wince as he vomits. Kneeling down next to him, and rubbing his back.

"There, there, sweetie, get it out," you urge, "It's alright,"

“With everything we discussed, it’d be folly to wait,” A voice said. You snap your head around and even Five looks curious.

The white buffalo suite door is cracked open, and you two can see Reginald, “There is no time. I can’t do this without you.”

Both you and Five press against the crack in the door, straining to see who he’s talking to. You use your speed to faze through the door, only for a moment, and see Allison.

“Do we have a deal?”

"Shit," you whisper, gently coaxing Five up, "Come on, baby, we have to go,"

"What why?" Five asked, already forgetting what just happened, "Wh-" then he wobbles "Oh shit,"

Five tips backward into your arms. You weren't prepared this time so his weight sends you both into the elevator. You grunt as you land on the hard floor, with Five completely passed out on top of you.

The doors close and you sigh. You knew Allison was unstable but this...this meant trouble. You look at Five in your lap and smile. Allison will have to wait, you have your husband to take care of.

As the doors slowly open again, you pull Five to his feet and start dragging him down the hall to your room. He wakes up half-way there are starts to protest.

"No! Please! I wanna keep going," he mumbles, you shake your head.

"You're way too drunk to do anything, my love," you say, Five shakes his own head.

"Am not!"

You look at him, "Oh really? Can you look at that clock and tell me what it says,"

"It says 'Five is not fucking drunk'" he turns around, all proud of himself. You only look at him unamused,

"Okay, bed time!"

"NOOOOOOOOO!"

You drag Five to the door and lock the door. He instantly blinks away.

"FIVE!"

You run out to find him running down the hall, cackling.

"You can't catch me!"

"Oh, for the love of!"

You speed up to him, only for him to blink again. You rub your temples.

"Come on, Five. You need sleep and I'm growing tired. Let's go to bed,"

Five, appearing at the end of the hallway, tilts his head in concertation, "Nah,"

"I'll snuggle you," You offer, "Just how you like it,"

"Ooh!" Five seems interested for a moment, then shakes his head, "Nah!"

He's gone once again, causing you to huff. You wounder if it was better for him to just run himself out.

You shake your head, you can't leave him. You run after him.

Soon, the entire hotel is light up with blue and (F/C) lights as you chase Five around the hotel.

You find Five pilling a bunch of mannequins into some machine and pouring soap in.

"No!" You cry, causing him to stop, "Put that down!"

Five beams and holds the soap closer,

"No! Put it down. Put it...down!"

Five pouts and drops the soap, "You're no fun sometimes, Y/N,"

Aaaannnnd there he goes. You decide to just wait it out. The next few hours you run around, following Five but no longer trying to stop his drunken antics.

Before long you find him snuggled up under the radiator in the kitchen. You smile and shake your head fondly before picking him up.

He snuggles your chest as his eyes flutter open, "Y/N?"

"Yes, my love, it's me," You shift him a bit to get a better hold on him, "I'm taking you back to our room,"

He nods and lets his arms dangle under him, "You're so amazing, you know that," he murmurs, "So...so...amazing,"

You laugh, "Thank you, baby,"

Five takes a bit of your dress in his fingers, "Is this the one I bought you?"

"Bought?" You chuckle, "You mean stole, but yes,"

Five sighs happily, resting his head on your chest and looking up at you, "You're so pretty," his smile is dreamy, "I love you so much,"

You smile and finally reach the room, you faze in and walk over to the bed, laying Five down.

His body relaxes into the mattress as he sighs in bliss. You slowly help him take off his shoes and vest before helping him change into more comfortable clothes.

"I love you," he mumbles for the 10th time, "I love you so much,"

"I love you too," you smile, quickly changing your own clothes using your speed, Five smiles.

"I love your power," he picks at his nail slightly, "It's so beautiful and powerful,"

You smile, "Yours is too," you lay down next to him, "Now sleep honey, it'll be alright,"

Five hugs you like a koala, arms around your chest, legs around your waist, "I'm so glad I get to spend my final days with you," he mumbles, "I love you,"

You kiss him softly, "I love you too, now rest,"

Five nuzzles into your chest. You smile and run a hand through his hair, listening the the noises of the kugelblitz outside.

"I wouldn't mind trying one last time," you mutter, "You're worth saving, my love,"

Five makes a noise in his sleep and you smile,

"Sweetest of dreams, Number Five," you kiss his head, "I will always be with you,"

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I love writing this one! It was so cute and fluffy! I tired to add some humor but idk how I did. Requests are still open so feel free to send in some more! Also, a part three to Mindless will be out soon so look for that. Thanks again for reading!

[huggybearluvr]

Connor request where is dating hughes!reader

lake house summer | cb98

pairing: connor bedard x hughes!reader

summary: After dating Connor for about 8 months, you insist on him coming to the lake house with you for the Summer.

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y/nhughes

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y/nhughes Starting summer off right with my boys, and bestie. Just missing my boy @connorbedard <3

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jackhughes summa 😎😎

lukehughes put some clothes on 🤮🤮

y/nhughes someone drank their hateraid this morning 🙅‍♀️🙅‍♀️

yourbestfriend I love you so much <3 can't wait to meet Connor!

y/nhughes I love you too! and your gonna love him he's amazing!

lukehughes hold up your little 'boyfriend' is coming to the lake house?

jackhughes what. he. said.

y/nhughes yeah? Quinny said it was okay...

quinnhughes that I did.

lukehughes 😮😮

connorbedard You are absolutely stunning baby, I love you! Can't wait to see you in a few days 🩷🩷

y/hughes Aww baby, I love you too, can't wait for you to get here!

-

As you all sat in the living room watching movies and playing games you heard a knock at the door. you practically jumped from couch as you ran to the door.

You opened the door smiling at your boyfriend as he dropped his bag pulling you into his arms.

He placed a kiss to your head before you pulled back, leaning up to kiss him, "God, I missed you!"

"I missed you too," He smiled, you stepped back. He grabbed his bag.

"You can put your bag in my room," You said as you took his hand leading him up the stairs to your room.

He placed his bag by the window smiling.

"Were gonna grill tonight, and maybe go out on the boat," You smiled walking over to hug your boyfriend once again, you just needed him near.

"alright, I'll throw on some swim trunks," He smiled," Meet you downstairs?"

"One kiss first? please?" You said looking up at him with pleading eyes.

"Well, how can I say no to that pretty face," He smiled leaning down kissing you.

You smiled into the kiss, "Meet you downstairs."

You turned on your heel heading to the door, shutting it behind you. Your brothers now, joined everyone on the couch, grocery bags littering the counter space.

"You guys get everything we need?" You asked looking in the bags.

"Yep," Luke added as he watched the movie on the screen.

"Even got you those bagels you asked for," Jack added in walking over pulling them out of the bag. You smiled at your older brother, hugging him.

"This is why your my favorite," You said hugging him.

He laughed.

Connor walked down the stairs all eyes in the room going to him.

You smiled walking over to him taking his hand, "Guys this is Connor," You smiled even though they knew who he was you wanted to officially introduce him.

They all greeted him your brothers supplying some meaningless threats.

As the night progressed you all headed to the backyard. Trev and Jack starting a fire. Turcs and Quinn on the grill. You and your best friend chatting with Connor.

Quinn called everyone over the burgers were gone. You all spent the rest of the night by the fire, eating, drinking, and telling stories. You sat in Connor's lap, wearing his hoodie as the temperature dropped.

Tonight was only the first of many that you had a blast with you friends, family, and boyfriend.

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y/nhughes

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y/nhughes Summer with my boy <3

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connorbedard So excited to spend the summer with you baby!

y/nhughes I love you!!

yourbestfriend He is so good for you !!

lukehughes 🤮

jackhughes 🤮🤮

quinnhughes 🤮🤮🤮

colecaufield where's the pic creds !!

y/nhughes up your ass !!

[nunudolly]

SECRET. | Park Sunghoon

౨ৎ sunghoon x fem!reader

smut

౨ৎ genre: highschool au

Your best friend likes Park Sunghoon, the boy everyone loves and the most popular boy in school, but there's something about him that surprises them both.

"He's so handsome" - Hanna mentioned for the fifth time that day. And yes, she was talking about Sunghoon.

Park Sunghoon, 18 years old, single and good at everything you can think of. The most handsome, smartest and good at sports. All the girls like him, but what about you? no, he never caught your attention. besides, your friend likes him, why would you be interested in him? it never occurred to you to talk to him, know anything about him or see him. The only thing you could know about him was that they went to the same class and that he was "fucking attractive" according to your best friend.

Hanna, your best friend. The girl you've loved the most in your life. You've known her since you were little, your parents and her parents are friends so you grew up together. She knows everything about you and you know everything about her. One look is enough to understand what you want from each other and you were always there for each other even in difficult times. You would never want to see her bad and she would never want to see you sad. Even if you fight, as in any friendship, you always get back together.

You sighed starting to get angry that your friend wasn't listening to you. It was already the fifth time she mentioned Sunghoon in her talk about Jungwon.

"Damn it, Hanna. You make my head hurt from hearing Sunghoon's stupid name so many times." - you complained and got up ready to have lunch somewhere else away from your friend and her "platonic love". She didn't even notice your absence. oh of course not if she only wants to see him. You rolled your eyes and walked out into the courtyard when you suddenly bumped into Jungwon making your hands sweat and your heart beat fast.

"Jungwon..." - You smiled as you saw him running towards you, he was carrying a soccer ball in his hands and some beads of sweat were falling from his forehead. A spectacular sight for you.

"y/n you're here!" - he quickly approached you and smiled at you.

"Are you coming from the soccer field?" - You asked him to which he immediately nodded.

"I was just playing soccer with the guys, we won 4-0! Isn't that amazing?". - He cheerfully recounted to which you replied yes. -

"We're going to celebrate this victory tonight. You know, a party. Do you want to come?"

"Sure! What time?" - Someone could be heard calling Jungwon. Jake, one of his friends.

"8:00 p.m. tonight, I'll be waiting for you! See you!" he said before he started running towards his friends.

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You arrived at the party and you could only see a lot of people dancing and jumping around the place, some of them were still wearing their school uniform.

"I'll be right back, I'm going to check on me" - Hanna said and disappeared in the crowd. you headed to the bar and ordered a drink, you saw the crowd dancing and just drank from your glass.

"You came" - suddenly you could see Jungwon standing next to you having a drink. he was so handsome that you even felt that your panties would get wet at any moment.

"you're here too I see" - he laughed a little and came closer to you. "someone wants to talk to you, follow me".

what he said to you puzzled you a little. "who wants to see me?" - you asked as you followed him through the crowd.

"oh someone you don't know, but he does" - he answered without looking you in the face, he just kept leading you as you walked up the stairs until you reached what looked like a hallway of the place where there were no people.

"jungwon what are we going to do here?". - You looked to your sides looking for someone besides jungwon but there was no one. He turned to look at you and just looked confused which confused you even more.

"What? oh, sorry, I think I forgot my phone downstairs. wait for me here, I'll be right back" - he quickly went down the stairs leaving you standing there so after a while of waiting for him you decided to explore the place. There was a red door, it caught your attention so you decided to enter and you could see several seats and in the center a stage with a tube in the middle. You could tell what it was about since you had experienced this sport in previous years. You were very good at it but you had given it up due to your studies which took up a lot of your time.

You went on stage and touched that metal tube, smiled and started to take off your shoes ready to try it.

"I think you like it" - a voice suddenly rang out making you jump in shock. You quickly turned around and saw sunghoon sitting on one of the few seats in the place. Then you thought you understood what it was about.

"were you the one who wanted to see me?" - you asked rolling your eyes up and down seeing how strangely attractive you found sunghoon to be tonight.

"you are very smart I didn't think you would think so" - he said standing up and starting to walk towards you.

Once close to you you could feel his breath on you, he is so tall unlike you that you had to look up to see him. "You look beautiful today, as always." - he said.

the atmosphere was warm and quiet, the lights were low and it was just the two of you in the place. you swallowed saliva and took a step back, Sunghoon's gaze was so intense that you couldn't think clearly.

"What did you want to talk about?" - you cleared your throat and plucked up the courage to look him in the eye once more.

"ah about that, i want you to dance for me tonight"- he spoke as if nothing. his hands were inside the pockets of his pants and he kept a hypocritical smile on his face.

"what? what are you talking about?"

"you heard. you think i'm stupid? i know you danced on the pole before. i want you to dance for me" - you were going to answer him right away that you wouldn't but he interrupted you before - "or i'll reject your best friend" - your eyes widened like plates, what the fuck is he saying - "don't you want me to be happy? do it".

"are you an idiot? I won't do that" - you wanted to leave quickly but he stopped you by grabbing your arm.

"Jungwon is with her right now, with just one call from me he'll say a lot of bad things to her and practically reject her for me" - he whispered in your ear - so you know what you have to do".

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"it's just a dance" - you said to yourself before you started to move for sunghoon, who was watching you from one of the seats in the room.

your legs opened and closed and your whole body moved following an imaginary music that you yourself had to pretend to listen to in order to dance well. as a last act, you got down on the floor and stuck your back to the tube, moving your hips and slowly lifting yourself up until you were completely upright. Sunghoon motioned for you to come down from the stage and approach him, so you obeyed.

"get on your knees" - he ordered and you took a few seconds before you obeyed thinking about what would go through his head asking you that.

He stroked your head and smiled. - "Good girl, I guess now you know what you have to do."

"why do you want to do this?" - You frowned and looked up at him from your position.

"I'll answer you later, now suck me" - he replied. he looked a little annoyed.

You grabbed his penis and took it into your mouth and started licking it, eliciting a gasp from him at your act. It was big and hard but soft at the same time, it had very marked veins. you felt one of his hands in your hair pressing quickly and hard making you take it almost all the way down your throat. your eyes filled with tears but you still continued. with his hand in your hair he was putting it in your mouth very fast and hard. tears came out of your eyes, you couldn't breathe and you felt your panties getting wet. although you didn't want to admit it, you were getting aroused and more so when you heard Sunghoon's sighs. you felt his penis throbbing when he suddenly cum in your mouth filling it with his thick semen. you swallowed what you had put in and pulled out quickly, taking in air.

"you've done well for today" - said sunghoon stroking your head. with one hand he lifted your chin to look at him. "Next time I'll give you a present, will you?"

"Next time?" - you asked as he brushed the remnants off your face.

"oh yes, next time. i assure you there will be more. now go. and don't worry Hanna will be fine. as long as this is a secret."

[notoriousbeb]

Why is Harry Styles All Over TTPD? A Timeline

TTPD Notes Glossary

Upon much ponderation and rabbit-hole-ing I think a truly stunning chunk of tracks on this double album (20) are her processing her feelings for whatever the hell happened with Harry.  

What will likely be my Haylor magnum opus is under the cut because it is a bit lengthy. Good luck. Or I'm sorry??

I think they both pined for each other for years (well documented amongst the Haylors).  

Then she split with Joe Alwyn before she left London for the Eras Tour, but she waited to make the announcement public (probably to give him time to pack up his shit and get out of their shared house) until April 8. However, excited to be “Fresh Out the Slammer,” she reached out to Harry ASAP.  

I realize I might sound like an absolute raving lunatic, but I legit think Harry was at Taylor’s Arlington, Texas, Eras Tour shows, at the end of March/beginning of April 2023, and followed her to New York City for several days. 

While Harry was tied up finishing up the Asian leg of his tour until March 25, I think he came almost straight to her after that, and love-bombed the shit out of her in his excitement.

But then right before he had to leave for tour, with a stopover in LA for the Satellite video and Late Late Show shoots, he gave her some sort of pulling-away speech about taking a pause or pulling back or something, (I’d wager because of the two world tours), which she took as a total rejection, which caused her to lose it and move on to the disaster we call Matty. 

Then, in June, he met Taylor Russell in London. And maybe they were just friends at first, but then Taylor Swift started messing around with Matty, and then in July she started dating Travis and it went public in September. So, I suppose at that point Harry figured, "Okay, to hell with it."  

And now, somewhere in London, I imagine their shared good mate, Ed Sheeran, has a pounding headache and wishes he still drank whiskey.  

I hope the truth of it all someday comes to light in a tell-all book or movie. Or, at the very least, it would be nice if some more clarity surfaces in one of their albums, or a record by Ed.  

Oh, and I think Stevie Nicks, of all fucking people, knows the tea. She considers both of them “like [her] children.” She gave them both matching crescent moon necklaces. And has performed with them. And she wrote the intro poem for this record. Read that and tell me it doesn’t match the story I’ve written in my head. Stevie knows.

And now, the timeline. @foxes-that-run Also has a much more detailed 2023 timeline that I recommend.

There are, I shit you not, about a fortnight of possible days (March 29/30-April 12, 2023) where they could have been together...

March 29/30

Harry likely leaves Toyko after his March 25 show. Love on Tour doesnt start up again until May 13 in Horsens, Denmark.

March 31

Eras Tour is in Arlington, Texas, for N1. It's a rain show. She replaces "Invisible String” with "The 1." The surprise songs were "Sad Beautiful Tragic" and "Ours." Read all my notes on TTPD and go watch these two live performances again. They're...really something.

April 1

She sings "Death by a Thousand Cuts" and "Clean."

April 2

She sings "Jump then Fall" and "The Lucky One."

April 3-6

Neither of them are seen these three days.

April 7

Harry is spotted at baggage claim in Atlanta

April 9

Harry is at the Master's Golf Tournament

April 10

Maybe this is when he leaves her. Taylor goes out for drinks with Jack and Margaret. However, this was an obvious pap walk (the day she had those butterfly jeans on); were the paps maybe called to this location to lure them away from her apartment so a certain person might or might not have could arrive unnoticed after a golf tournament in Atlanta?

April 12

In the afternoon, Harry is spotted with his trusty brown duffel bag (sporting an air travel tag) leaving the gym in LA. In NYC, Taylor is pictured on the roof of Electric Lady (maybe shooting music video?) with a Gucci lion ring just like Harry's but with a green stone. I Mr not the 10th, I think this evening was when he said whatever he said that made her so sad; maybe he thought they should take a pause until their tours were over? Maybe he decided their combined spotlights were just too big to overcome? Who knows? Not me. But my nosy ass wants to know!

April 13

Eras Tour in Tampa N1. Taylor cries during “Lover"

April 14

Eras Tour in Tampa N2. She plays "The Great War" (performed with Aaron Dessner) and "You're On Your Own, Kid."

April 15

Eras Tour in Tampa N2. She plays "Treacherous."

April 21

Eras Tour in Houston N1. She plays "Wonderland" and "You're Not Sorry" (these choices seem…significant. In a not good way.)

April 22

N2 in Houston. She plays "A Place in This World" and "Today Was a Fairytale" (for her mom, who I am sure was being a rock for her at this trying time)

April 23

N3 in Houston. She plays "Begin Again" and "Cold as You"

April 27 and 28

Harry does shoots for the "Satellite" music video and the last episode of the Late Late Show. The scenes for the music video aren't used. In my opinion his face looks puffy on Late Late (maybe from crying?)

Eras Tour Atlanta N1 Taylor sings "The Other Side of the Door" and "Coney Island."

April 30

Eras Tour Atlanta N3 she sings "I Bet You Think About Me" and "How You Get the Girl." She cries again during “Champagne Problems."

May 5-7

Ah, the Nashville Era's Tour shows. Such fond, fond memories. She sang “Sparks Fly,” “Teardrops on My Guitar,“ "Out of the Woods,” “Fifteen” (Abigail was there, and she dedicated this one to her)," Would’ve, Could’ve, Should’ve” with Aaron Dessner and “Mine” (also Speak Now drop).

May 11

Dinner with Matty and Jack and Margaret at Casa Cipriani in NYC

Is it possible the villainy of Matty is that he planted the original story in The Sun that he and Taylor were dating? It ran May 3, two days before he showed up (from Asia) to the Eras Tour play with Phoebe Bridgers as the opening act in Nashville. I just always thought that was odd. Maybe he had a big fat mouth.

May 12

Eras Tour Philadelphia N1. She played “Gold Rush” and “Come Back…Be Here” (Aww, girl….)

May 13

LOT picks up again in Horsens, Denmark. He's smiling to himself all cute like during "Fine Line." Plus he played "Stockholm Syndrome" for the first time in yeeeears and looked delighted. :(

Taylor's surprise songs were “Forever & Always” and “This Love.”

May 15

Either way, she leaves Electric Lady studios with Matty in tow.

May 19

She plays "Should've Said No" and "Better Man." (Well, that's seems...not good.)

May 20

Ah, the day of the “Question…?” and “Invisible” combo. (Oh, Tay). Matty is seen entering Taylor's apartment with a big Louis bag full of what many people believe is the typewriter. I always assumed it was clothes or a synthesizer or some kind of equipment. ¯\_(ツ)_/

May 25

This is the last day she was seen with Matty (and the chorus of angels sang)

But, really, only he was seen outside her apartment leaving with his stuff. She wasn’t in town. 

They were never seen together again after May 15. 

May 26

Era's Tour Metlife N1. She sings “Getaway Car” with Jack Antonoff and “Maroon” (this was a very angry face Maroon).

May 27

Metlife N2. She sings “Holy Ground” and “False God," and cries.

June 22

Taylor records “The Black Dog” at Electric Lady. “Six weeks of breathing clean air,” if we’re being specific here (although she was touring and it could have just sounded good) would be May 11, 2023.

August 13

Stevie Nicks owns the opening poem for the album.

[captain-mj]

I JUST READ THE BOY FIC AND OMG YOU SHOULD TOTALLY MAKE LIKE A HORROR CAMP RELATED ONE. like a rlly sweet one like they could be camp counselors yk?? <333 or just like camp counselors?

Hell yeah! I'd love to! So there's this webcomic where Jason Voorhees becomes a camp counselor made by Janie Lee and I took a little inspiration with the general vibe. 10/10 recommend that series because it's amazing. Mentions of trauma for several characters but it's not taking seriously

So it's hopefully clear but I know I can be a little subtle with subtext, so each of the characters are loosely based on a horror villain. It'll be fun to see if you guys can figure it out!

Ghost pulled the third kid out of the lake that day, silently patting their back to help them get all of the water.

"You alright?"

They nodded and coughed up a little more water before settling down. "Thank you so much, Ghost sir!"

Ghost patted their head and watched them run off to their friends. He looked around and saw Alejandro and Rudy talking. They were talking to each and clearly not watching the damn kids.

He waved and they waved back and he flipped them off.

Alejandro grinned. His perfect hair and perfect teeth.

He got on Ghost's nerves.

Especially because Alejandro was the person to wake them up every morning.

They shared a cabin with Alex and by all accounts, they were all early risers, but Alejandro was different.

This morning, and every morning, he woke them up at 4:30 in the morning as he took a shower, iced (what even is that? Is it like an ice bath? Icing a cake?) his face, and then used tons of product in his hair to define each curl.

Ghost and Alex made a deal to kill him every morning after being dragged out of their private rooms. 

Alejandro had laughed and pulled them out of bed to fucking exercise. They'd do fucking pushups and planks and Alex would always use his missing leg as an excuse to get out of squats. Ghost would glare at him and grumpily continue to do whatever he had been challenged to do. He almost always beat Alejandro which surprisingly never made the man angry. Alejandro would just smile and say he’d beat him next time. 

Once he made breakfast, Alex and Ghost would change their mind about killing him. Alex was the only one that drank coffee, Ghost preferred tea, but the smell was nice and inviting enough. It reminded him of being home, but in a good way. 

Then they’d get everyone up at 8 am sharp and they’d handle the kiddos. 

Ghost liked kids just fine. Honestly they were a bit annoying but he didn’t want anyone to get hurt and other people didn’t really seem interested in watching them so he did it. He put on his mask every morning and acted like a human being for a few hours until the kiddos went to bed and the other counselors would buddy up and talk to each other like friends. 

Being friends with your coworkers? That was loser behavior. 

Ghost ignored that his only friend was his little brother. 

Gaz talked about the podcast he was listening to with Ghost. Well. More talked at Ghost as he didn’t really contribute. 

“Doesn’t it feel… manipulative? Listening to these people talk about these murders.”

Gaz shrugged. “Maybe. But it’s… interesting.”

“In a ‘you want to do something similar’ or ‘gets you off’ way?”

Gaz laughed. “No. Just… how they are you know? How they get caught. The small mistakes. The way they could so cruelly kill those people. It’s just… Don’t know. It’s horrific but addicting.”

Ghost didn’t understand but nodded all the same. 

Sometimes, he thought it would be nice to sit with them. The fire looked nice at least. 

Alex knew exactly how to toast marshmallows. He had this secret technique to get them just right to be smushed but not enough for it to taste burnt. It was how he lured Ghost to them, using s’mores as a form of bait. 

Ghost ate one, perched on a log, prepared to sprint. 

“Riley, we’re going to be working together all summer, man. You can relax around us.” Gaz said with a smile. “You might even like us!”

Ghost grimaced and pulled his mask back down. “Doubtful. I don’t do friends. And I prefer Ghost.”

Soap smiled and lightly tapped his foot against the log Ghost was perched on. “I see. Well, Ghost. What’s with the mask?”

Ghost shrugged. “I just… like wearing it.”

“That’s an understatement. You came out of your room wearing it. Is it like Roach? Got scars under there?” Alejandro asked, arm around Rodolfo who looked less than amused by the whole situation. 

Roach hit Alejandro and checked that his mask was on properly. According to what Ghost had heard, he had some rather severe burns. Poor guy. He had some gorgeous brown eyes and tons of fluffy blond hair that could be seen over the mask. Alejandro clearly didn’t strike a nerve, which was good, but he didn’t look very happy. 

Ghost slowly waved before signing. “What’s another name for a sleeping bag?”

Roach tilted his head questioningly. No one else seemed to know what Ghost was signing, though they watched his hands. 

“A nap sack.” 

Roach laughed. And so did Soap. 

Ghost glanced at him, watching him cover his mouth. Soap looked away. 

He then stretched and took another s’more from Alex. He had undone part of his shirt that exposed his chest a little. It made Ghost’s stomach feel funny. 

Gaz smiled. “Let’s play truth or dare. No gross stuff though. Keep it PG-13.”

Ghost reluctantly relaxed. “Okay. Sure.” He’d pick all dares. Easy.

They started up.

He learned quickly that picking dares was not a good idea when Alejandro had Alex slip his shirt off. They all looked at him. There was some scarring along his stomach from a fire that had raged. 

Weird how many slashers had brushes with fire. 

But he was fit and rather hot. Ghost glanced away and realized there was no universe where he could so easily strip himself of his clothing. His body had scars, but it was nothing like Alex who had lost his brother to one or Roach whose school had burned down with almost everyone in it. 

No. No one died in the events that scarred Ghost. And he knew if they looked at him, they’d immediately realize they were purposefully inflicted by both Ghost and others. It wasn’t something he wanted anybody to know about. So he had to make a decision. 

“Ghost.” Soap smiled. “Truth or Dare?”

“Truth.” 

“What’s the farthest you’ve ever gone with someone?” 

Ghost froze, staring. “That’s not PG-13.”

“Oh, so you’ve had sex?” Gaz pointed out, the pretense of being clean gone. 

Ghost hesitated just long enough for them to pounce. 

“You’re a virgin??” Alejandro asked, almost scandalized at the thought. “You’re 6’4, built and mysterious as hell. How are you fucking that up?”

“Uh…”

Alex defended him. “Maybe he’s just shy!”

Soap translated for Roach. “Or saving himself for marriage. Gary, personally I don’t think that’s it.”

Ghost stood up. “I’ll be leaving now.”

Rodolfo hummed. “Is it religious? Or just never found the opportunity?”

“I’ve already answered my question.”

Soap tsked. “Actually, you haven’t. You just said it’s not PG-13. So… until you answer the question, we can ask whatever we want.”

Gaz nodded. “Those are the rules.”

Ghost squirmed. “We counting nonconsensually?”

That ruined the vibe really fast.

“Oh!” Soap covered his mouth, looking horrified. “I’m so sorry.” 

Ghost shrugged. “If it’s just consensual, I held hands. Once.” 

Roach planted his head in his hands, shaking his head. 

Somehow, Alejandro and Gaz got the game going again. Ghost picked dares after that and they all had the politeness to not make him or Roach do anything salacious. Sometimes, they’d ask Roach or dare him to do something dirty and he’d grab his cross and freeze. He always did it, letting Soap translate for him so everyone could understand him. 

As the night started to wind down, Roach ended up next to Ghost, both of them on the same log. Soap was doing something with the other guys and they both noticed the other person glancing at him. They quickly looked away again. 

Ghost had never felt uncomfortable with his sexuality. He liked men. Simple as that. But attraction was not something he liked acknowledging. Some people were attractive and it made Ghost nervous and sometimes he did find himself wishing for easy camaraderie and beautiful blues eyes to be…

Oh yikes. 

He was imagining Soap. 

Ghost was glad it was one of the single guys so he didn’t feel like an ass but it had to be that one?? 

Roach glanced at him and looked flustered. “I don’t really get the big deal either.”

Ghost nodded and tried to look stoic. He felt flustered and anxious though. His mask luckily kept him looking fine. “I just think there’s better things we can be doing. Like our jobs.”

Roach smiled. Ghost could tell by the way his eyes crinkled. “Yeah. Exactly.” 

They started to talk and Ghost found he was easy conversation. Before long, it reached midnight and as much as everyone would’ve loved staying up, they did have work in the morning. 

Alejandro and Alex walked on either side of Ghost. 

“By non-consensual…”

“Alex, I’ll rip your head from your fucking body.”

“Nevermind.”

[mami-mania]

In Her Possession

Chapter 1

She Isn’t Who She Seems ____________________________________________

It was almost 8 am, the time Rhea had scheduled for the both of you to wake up. Rhea had planned the day for the two of you to hang out with her friends. You really didn’t want to go out today, but it’s not like you had a choice.

The alarm went off, letting you and Rhea know that it was time to get up and get ready. You didn’t move, hoping Rhea was still asleep, giving you some time to sleep in. But to your surprise, she was already awake.

She knew you heard the alarm, and she hated when you didn’t wake up on time. You kept your eyes closed hoping she would think you were still peaceful asleep.

That only earned you a harsh slap to the face…

“I know you hear the damn alarm going off, get the fuck up and get ready.” Rhea said in a harsh tone.

You were quick to get out of bed, rushing to the bathroom for a shower. You locked the door behind you, not wanting Rhea to watch you through the glass as you showered like she did last time.

About 20 minutes later

You and Rhea were both dressed and ready to go. As you were heading towards the door, Rhea stopped you in your tracks.

“Ah Ah, not so fast little one. We need to go over the rules again, don’t need you getting punished for breaking them again now do we..?” She said, looking at the bruise on your leg from a few days ago.

You nodded your head, you most definitely didn’t want to get punished again…

“Remember, no wandering off without me with you, you will stay by my side at all times, and not a WORD about what goes on in this house, understood?”

You nodded your head, hoping that would be enough, but it wasn’t.

“I said do you fucking understand” Rhea said harshly

“Yes..”

“Yes what??”

“Yes Mami..” You said softly, you didn’t like calling her mami, but again, its not like you had a choice..

“Good girl, now come on, we’re gonna be late” Rhea said as you followed her out to the car

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Rhea had her hand on your thigh the entire ride, sliding her tatted hand up and down every now and then.

You tried to move her hand, but every time you did, she squeezed your thigh tightly, leaving her nail imprints visible.

A few more minutes had gone by, and you didn’t notice that you guys had already arrived.

You were happily greeted by some of Rhea’s close friends, Liv, Sonya, Raquel, and Iyo.

“Hey you guys” Rhea said, flicking your shoulder as a sign for you to also say hello.

“Hello” You said, you really didn’t want to talk to them, but you didn’t want to seem rude.

You guys walked around the park you were at, admiring all the beautiful trees little ponds you saw along the way. You loved what you saw, and for once, you were happy Rhea forced you to come along with her.

“Hey, Rhea and I are gonna go get some food” Raquel said.

“Do you want anything little one?” Rhea asked you in a calm and relaxing tone. You weren’t used to her talking to you like that at home, but when people were around, she brought out that nicer side of her, not wanting people to know what she was really like towards you.

“No, i’m not hungry” You said, sighing in relief as they walked to the food truck that was a few minutes down the path.

As Sonya talked to Iyo, you talked to Liv, enjoying her company. You were glad Rhea wasn’t around, watching you like a hawk and listening to every little peep that came out of your mouth.

Even though you hadn’t drank anything, you had to go to the bathroom all of a sudden. Luckily, there was one right up ahead.

“Im gonna go to the restroom real quick guys” you said, not even worried about the fact that Rhea would probably come looking for you

Liv, Sonya, and Iyo joined Rhea and Raquel at the food truck, which wasn’t far from the restroom you were in. And of course, Rhea noticed you weren’t in sight, immediately asking the others where you had gone.

“Where the hell did she go?”

“Oh, she just went to the restroom, she shouldn’t be long” Sonya replied.

Rhea was quick to storm into the bathroom, spotting you at the sink washing your hands. You didn’t notice she was there, until she grabbed you by your hair, pinning you to the wall.

“What the fuck did I tell you, you don’t go ANYWHERE without letting me know” She said angrily.

“Im sorry Rhea, I just really had to go..” You said, scared, knowing she wasn’t gonna accept your apology that fast.

“Sorry’s not gonna fucking cut it, were going home.” She said, dragging you out the bathroom.

“Hey, where you guys going?” Liv asked

“Were going home” Rhea said back, wanting to get you home as fast as she could.

You both got in the car and Rhea was quick to grab your chin, forcing you to look at her.

“When we get home, I want you in that room, stripped, and on the bed with your legs spread”

You. Were. Fucked.

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Hope you guys enjoyed this!

Chapter 2 coming soon

[scekrex]

Hello! Can I request episode 8!Adam x Cannibal!Riader, where he is one of the ones protecting the hotel (Primarily to eat, obviously). At that moment, when Nifty pierces Adam with a dagger, Reader takes him to himself, first to eat him, but then, imbued with this angel, decides that a living Adam is better for him than a dead one. At the same time, Reader himself continues to joke about how one day he will eat his flesh :)

(I would like to apologize in advance for my English, I am still learning and therefore use a translator)

Okay first of all: you don't need to apologize for your english sweetface, you're doing great okay? And second I'd like to apologize that it took me so long to write it.

A kingdom of torment that never dies

pairing: Adam x male!reader

warnings: language, canon typical violence, cannibalism

note: not beta read bc fuck you

The smell of divine blood hung in the air, a smell you surely would not be able to forget. The golden liquid had painted the ground and while the corpses on the ground were tasting so much better than sinner flesh, it wasn’t giving you the rush you had expected to get out of it.

That was until your hand grabbed a hold of one of the flying angel’s ankles, a firm yank brought the woman crashing onto the ground. Your body was running on autopilot, high off the smell of divine blood and the sight of your next meal. The angel was screaming, trying to kick you. Her weapon was out of her reach, she had dropped it before her face had met the ground due to the surprise and shock your attack had caused. She flapped her wings, desperate to get away from you, but none of it worked out.

Fear had filled the creature’s eyes, but there was no mercy left inside of you, not when you felt so hungry. Your body’s instincts were strong, too strong for you to fight them off so the only thing you found yourself able to do was to give into them and feast. Your teeths unk down into the angel’s flesh, the scream that tore from her throat and sounded like her vocal cords were ripping apart sounded dull to you, muffled even. Every sound that was made sounded like your ears were filled with cotton, the only clear thought in your mind was that your body craved food more than anything. You were hungry, oh so desperately hungry and the taste that filled your mouth as you bit a chunk of flesh out of the angel’s leg which you had pulled up close to your face, leaving the winged creature dangling upside down, was truly something different. The angelic corpses tasted delicious already but feasting on one of them while she was still alive? That truly was somethíng different, it gave you the rush you had hoped for, made you feel like the king of the world.

But then her foot met your face, the impact was hard and sudden which caused you to stumble backwards a little. Your hand slipped from her ankle and she managed to escape - oh what a shame that your food got away. It was only then that you realized that the angels were not reforming, they were leaving. The portal to heaven shone bright on the blood red sky and you watched as your new favorite meal seemed to retreat. Your eyes drank in your surroundings. The hotel was destroyed, when did that happen? The angelic corpses on the ground were slowly dragged away by the other cannibals and just as you were about to grab one yourself and leave, you spotted the gleaming golden wings of their leader - so that was why they suddenly had been eager to leave Hell. Charlie and her friends had managed to take down their leader, without him the army seemed rather useless.

So before any of your friends was able to claim the first man, you made your way over to the golden winged creature to claim him as yours. You were aware that a cold corpse would taste less good than a warm one, yet you wanted to enjoy the taste and pride that came with eating the first man and therefore you decided to take him with you.

His blood smelled different from the others - no matter if dead or alive. He smelled tainted, impure and yet still angelic and divine enough to be roaming Heaven’s realms. Something about their leader was different, not only his smell but also the fact that his heart was still beating, you were able to hear it like a drum.

Beat - silence - silence - silence - beat - silence - silence - silence - beat.

It was slow, weak and struggled with pumping blood through Adam’s body due to the amount of wounds his body suffered from. If he would continue to bleed in the way he did, the tall angel would bleed out in no time. You knew that those pure creatures tasted better alive so you made sure to press fabric to his wounds in order to stop the bleeding - and surprisingly that worked better than you had thought it would. The bleeding stopped rather quickly despite the fact that a dagger had been pierced through his chest multiple times - a thing that made you wonder if the angelic healing process worked any different from the sinners’.

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Dragging this gigantic creature home had been quite the struggle but you had managed it nonetheless and now he was resting in your bed, fogging the air inside your apartment - and probably the air outside of the building you were living in too - with the delicious smell of his blood. Oh how you craved to eat this man right then and there. But alive this man would be worth more - maybe enough to get you noticed and seen. He was the first man after all - he surely would attract attention and with attention a higher status would follow. So keeping him alive was the smarter decision long term wise.

A grunt came from the brunette - it was almost inaudible but your ears had picked the sound up despite that. Your head snapped to the side, eyeing as the first man slowly sat up in the bed he was resting in his hand reached up to hold his head in pain, he was seemingly feeling dizzy, not that you were able to blame him, he had lost quite a lot of blood.

“What the fuck?” the angel asked quietly, talking to himself, as his palm covered his chest. His chest, which was still covered in blood. A deep and hungry sounding chuckle vibrated through your body as you leaned towards the first man, making yourself noticeable, “A creature as fucking sweet as you might end up eaten after all.”

[bookerofbookeries]

Heian Era Sukuna x 6000 year old G/N Reader

Meeting each other HC's

Brief mentions of masscaring and burning villages. Mentions of some violence. Mentions the F word a couple of times.

Also this hasn't been prove read, so I apologise in advance for any grammar mistakes.

You have been around for 6,000 years.

you were born around the same time the pyramids were being built.

Through the years you got good a fighting and learned to harness you cursed energy, but you never used it as you loved to travel and explore rather than fight.

You would buy books from every library you went too and would bring the home to your forest house in the middle of no where in Russia. So far north that the sun does not set for 6 months.

During the Heian Era in Japan, you had travelled there as you had heard amyn stories of the beauty there, however you weren't aware of a Curse user known as the King of Curses.

You had the unknown privilege of not being killed by him. He studied you're form in the middle of burning down a village.

You didn't look scared at all and maybe that's why he let you go.

You teleported back home with everything that you had collected.

Days went passed and you couldn't take you mind off the creature you saw. Or man? You assume he was a cursed spirit. 8 feet tall with two face and four arms and the cursed energy you felt was so immense. You've never felt anything like it.

Back in Japan, a few hours after sukuna had completely burned the village down. His mind strayed back to you. Youre beauty was one thing, but the fact you weren't even scared of him was another.

He couldn't get you out of his mind.

You couldn't get him out of your mind.

You went back.

He went looking.

While trying to find him, you came across an abandoned village and found old books in an overgrown library. So of course you had to take some.

"Stealing is a crime you know."

You turn around faster than ever. It was him. The curse with four arms and two faces.

"So is massacring villages and burning them to the ground." You remarked quickly.

He was stunned that you spoke back without a hint of fear in your voice.

"You're not from around here, are you?" He started stalking closer to you subtly.

Of course you noticed it even though it was subtly. Your combat knowledge wasn't something you could forget.

"No." You slowly hold a book up to cover your ace when he gets closer to you. You not necessarily scared of him, just more shy. And you found him attractive somehow.

"It shows." He pushes the book away from you're face. He scans over your features and tilts his head.

He huffed and started leaving the building.

You can sense the danger oozing from him but you're sweet, innocent mind decided to follow.

That started everything between you two.

You did nearly everything together.

Ate, drank, read, walked, travelled, talked.

Even in the smaller moments when sukuna soft. Having come back from fights with sorcerers. He was tired, hungry, grumpy and you had learned what he needed in those moments. Those small soft moments that you cherished with him.

Of course, when he had had enough of you babying him, he would abruptly tell you to fuck off and leave him alone to which you always chuckled and left without a word.

The day he was killed by the sorcerers was the day you had died inside as well. You lost a part of yourself that day and that void has never been filled again.

You returned home and continued your travels, filling you library at home with copious amount of books.

Fast forward 1000 years. A pink haired boy ate Sukuna's finger and he came back as a cursed object.

You felt that balance of power shift and new it was him.

He had returned, and you immediately left to find him again. To fill the void in your heart. To find the piece of you that had been missing.

I have a few ideas for this, so I might even continue it as an oc thing, but we'll see how far this goes.

[kotlc-deleted-scenes]

Neverseen Deleted Lines (Raw text, screen-reader friendly)

Any relevant description provided by Shannon on the quote image will be included before the quote itself.

1. Deleted Keefe Line. Quote text:

"And no more of that lazy writing stuff!" Keefe told them. "We expect our clues to rhyme!"

2. Quote text:

"Darkness is only temporary," Mr. Forkle said when they reached the bridge that would separate them. "And it helps us appreciate the light."

3. Deleted Dex line. Quote text:

Dex snorted. "Sophie can Telepath you under the table."

4. Deleted Fitz line. Quote text:

"I hate when you call yourself that," Fitz told Sophie. "You're not a freak. You're…kind of amazing."

5. Deleted Biana line. Quote text:

"Does that mean we're walking there?" Biana asked, probably realizing that purple kitten heels hadn't been the best shoe choice.

6. Deleted Tam line. Quote text:

"I've learned to embrace the darkness."

7. Quote text:

"I drank that tea stuff this morning," Fitz said, stretching his shoulder and wincing. "It tasted like banshee toenails."

"How do you know what banshee toenails taste like?" Sophie wondered.

"DON'T TELL HER," Keefe shouted from down the hall. "WHAT HAPPENS AT A LEVEL THREE MIDTERM PARTY STAYS AT A LEVEL THREE MIDTERM PARTY!"

8. Deleted Keefe line. Quote text:

"Will you two quit stalling?" Keefe asked, marching into the dim bedroom. "I mean, I know Fitz is jealous that my human costume is way cooler than his, but he's just going to have to get used to it."

9. Quote text:

"What's the password?" Keefe asked, blocking Sophie from entering the treehouse. "Hint: the answer is the same as whichever one of us is the best looking."

"Not now, Keefe," Sophie begged.

"Keefe! You answered correctly! Welcome to the Fortress of Awesome!" He stepped aside to let them pass, then blocked them when he saw Biana. "Okay—what are you wearing?"

Biana turned as crimson as her furry onesie—which zipped up over her head. "The Black Swan has horrible taste in pajamas."

10. Quote text:

"Physic will be here soon to check on you," Mr. Forkle told Fitz. "In the meantime, you should curl up with your Mr. Snuggles and try to sleep."

"Ugh, Keefe told you about that?" Fitz asked.

Mr. Forkle nodded. "I believe he's currently trying to convince the rest of your friends to call you the Snuggler from now on."

"I thought it was Lord of the Snuggles," Sophie corrected.

Mr. Forkle cracked a smile. "I'll say this for Mr. Sencen. He's definitely creative."

"AWWWWWW—I KNEW THE FORKLENATOR LOVED ME!" Keefe shouted from down the hall.

11. Quote text:

"I think you need a day off," Sophie told Calla. Let me cover your 'To Do' list."

"You cannot sing to trees. And you should be training. Not washing dishes."

"Hey, my human mom used to say, 'if you have two hands you can put them to work.'"

Calla smiled at that. "I'm glad they gave you a good mother—mothers, actually. Lady Ruewen has always been one of my favorites. As has your genetic mother.

Sophie froze. "You know who she is?"

"I suggested her. Please do not ask more than that."

12. Quote text:

"All right then," Physic told them. "I think you can all survive without me for a few hours. Then again, this is the famous Sophie Foster, so there may be another medical disaster soon."

Keefe snorted. "Sounds like word is out in the Physician's circles."

"Oh, it is," Physic agreed, tossing her braids. "And not just on Sophie. You have quite a file as well."

Keefe shrugged. "It happens. You hang with the Foster, you get hur…"

His voice trailed off as he seemed to realize his joke was a bit too close to reality.

Physic cleared her throat. "What you're experiencing right now is what we call 'foot in mouth disease," she told Keefe. "And sadly, I have no cure for that."

13. Quote text:

"Where do you live?" Tam asked.

Sophie chewed her lip. "I'm not allowed to tell you that either."

Tam tilted his head to study her. "Sounds like you have a lot of secrets."

"So do you," she reminded him.

"Maybe," he agreed. "But I'm the one asking questions, trying to figure out if I can trust you."

"You can," Sophie assured him.

"Said the girl standing in my camp, who won't trust me enough to tell me where she lives."

"It's not just my secret! I live with my friends—and it's the Black Swan's hideout."

His eyebrows raised. "Let me guess. You're not going to tell me what the Black Swan is?"

"Not yet," Sophie admitted. "Hopefully someday."

[oscurascout]

Y/N As A Doorman

From "That's Not My Neighbor" game

Note - Sorry for not posting for a while. I've been busy with schoolwork and tests, and I've also had writer's block. But I'm back, and I hope you enjoy this part.

A little side note - This is my first time writing a fight scene, I hope it turned out well.

Warning ⚠️ - This part includes fighting, hitting, broken bones, mentions of blood (sort of), injuries, and fainting.

Part 8 (Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 9, Part 10)

~•~Y/N's POV~•~

After dinner, we all gather in the living room where Hoon had made a mess of all the stuff that my grandparents had. Hoon was currently happily showing everyone photos of me from when I was a little kid.

I was happy to finally have some peace and calm after everything that had recently happened. “How I wish that it'll always be this peaceful,” I thought as Hoon grabbed my grandmother's favorite album.

“Be careful with that one; Grandma loved those photos,” I said and saw how Hoon carefully handled the book.

We stayed like that for an hour or two, then we all went to sleep. Francis had to stay with us for the night. “I hope tomorrow is a peaceful day too,” I thought as I lay down, but I just couldn't sleep. So, I decided to go to the kitchen to get a glass of water.

As I got to the kitchen, I saw that someone else was there. It was Francis. “Hey, you also can't sleep?” I said as I entered the kitchen.

Francis - “Yeah, it's usually like this for me.”

“You should see a doctor,” I said as I drank water.

Francis - *chuckles* “I don't have time; a lot of work to do.”

We both stayed quiet for a while, just feeling comfort in the peaceful atmosphere.

Francis - “Are you okay?”

“… No, you see, I'm worried. I just can't deal with all of this. A few months ago, I was just doing odd jobs and had nothing to worry about. But now I have to worry about everything. I have to protect the whole apartment while also trying to protect myself. It's just too much, and I don't think I'm doing a good job,” I said as I felt all the pressure of the world on my shoulders.

I felt Francis giving me a side hug and patting my back.

Francis - “Don't worry; you are doing an excellent job. Even after many months, no doppelgängers have entered the apartment, and that's thanks to you. So, don't give up.”

I felt more relaxed by his words. After a bit, we both went back to our rooms, and I thought about what he said. I felt happy. “Yeah, I'm the one who has been keeping everyone safe. I should probably go to sleep now; tomorrow is a workday,” I thought as I closed my eyes and went to sleep.

The next day was the same routine, though this time we had Francis, so it was a bit more fun. He looked like a walking zombie while his counterpart was happily moving around, helping both of us get ready.

I drove Francis to his work van, and after that, I went back to the apartment. After getting in and starting my shift, I saw the twins coming in. “Agh, it's too early to deal with them,” I thought as I saw Elenois coming to the window, with a baggage. She passed me her papers without saying anything, though she did have a tired look. “I guess their trip was very tiring,” I thought as I checked her papers very carefully.

Selenne - “Can you hurry up!” *annoyed*

“Shut up!” I said as I looked through the ID. I could hear her complaining under her breath. I confirmed that everything was fine, and was about to let Elenois in.

Selenne - *scared* “Ahhhh!”

I was about to shut her up but stopped when I saw why she screamed; it was two doppelgängers, but worse, one of them was the one that had been attacking everyone, the one who had attacked Mr. Cappuccin. The most aggressive one was the one who looked like Elenois, but instead of a normal face, it had very big and sharp teeth, while the other one was the version of Izaack but melting, he wasn't too aggressive, but now it appear he was.

“Selenne, get your butt over here!” I yelled and opened the door. Elenois quickly went and grabbed her sister's hand and started running towards the door, leaving their baggages behind. The doppelgängers quickly went after those two. The moment Elenois got to the door and opened it, I switched to lock the door, grabbed the taser, and ran outside.

Elenois got inside, but before Selenne could, the doppelgänger grabbed her by her hair and pulled her back. Elenois was about to go out, but I stopped her. “Elenois! Go to the office and take control. I'll deal with these doppelgängers. After your sister gets inside, call the D.D.D!” I said firmly, and Elenois, still panicking, nodded and ran to the office.

I opened the door and saw the sharp-teeth doppelgänger dragging Selenne. I turned the taser on. “Hey! Leave her alone!” I yelled and ran towards them. I plunged the taser into the sharp-teeth doppelgänger's neck. She released Selenne, and the other doppelgänger was about to grab her again, but Selenne hit him straight in the face with her bag, knocking down the melting doppelgänger. Sharp-teeth was also knocked back by the taser.

“Selenne, run and put the alarm!” I yelled, and she quickly dropped her bag and ran towards the door, which opened the moment she got there. After a few seconds, the whole building went into lockdown. I grabbed Selenne's bag, which was pretty heavy, and got ready to fight.

The flickering red lights gave the situation a very eerie atmosphere, the only sound being the alarm indicating the current problem. I wiped the sweat from my forehead, feeling a little scared, but I quickly threw that feeling away, knowing that I needed to survive.

Melting face was the first to recover, but he didn't lunge at me. I turned just in time to see sharp-teeth rush at me with claws in her hands. I quickly ducked, barely missing the sharp claws. In one swift motion, I drove my elbow into the doppelgänger’s ribs, feeling them break.

I suddenly felt pain on my side as the other doppelgänger’s claws scratched my arm. I gasped, feeling so much pain but forced myself to stay upright. I spun, turning on the taser and lunging it into the attacker’s side. The doppelgänger fell to the ground.

The room spun as I struggled to keep up, all of my muscles screaming to stop, but I knew I couldn't, not until the D.D.D. arrived. I blocked a claw swing with my forearm, wincing at the pain, and retaliated with a swing to their stomach with the bag. The doppelgänger gasped, stumbling back, and I seized the moment to catch my breath.

"I can do it," I told myself, eyes darting between the two doppelgängers. I felt myself starting to get dizzy and very tired. The next attack came fast and hard – a coordinated assault from both sides. I dodged left, narrowly avoiding a claw swing, and countered with a low kick to the knee, making the melting one fall.

The sharp-teeth doppelgänger grabbed my arm, twisting it painfully. I bit back a scream, using my free hand to deliver a crushing blow to their throat. Their grip loosened, and I yank myself free, adrenaline fueling my every move.

Breathing heavily, I stood as the doppelgängers quickly recovered, every inch of my being aching. The fight wasn't over yet – not until the D.D.D arrived. It was hard; they were stronger than me, and my taser was almost out of power. As I gasped for air, the melting one grabbed my arms and held them painfully. Then I heard the other one behind me. I moved my head and saw the sharp claws coming near my face.

I quickly moved my head, dodging the blow to my face but not to my body. The claws went down my back, breaking skin. I screamed and with all my strength, I pulled away from the melting face, turned the taser on, and plunged it into the sharp teeth. My vision was starting to blur.

I heard footsteps. I looked behind the doppelgängers and saw the yellow suits; the D.D.D had finally arrived. The doppelgängers turned their attention to them and started to attack, but unlike me, the agents were professionals and far stronger, so they easily won. I smiled, and suddenly, my world went dark.

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Radiorose Week Day 2: A Final Waltz

[4/8]

Alastor's shadow slid underneath the door to his radio tower. Alastor looked it up and down, squinted, and turned his chair around. Rosie must be right outside the door.

Rosie unlocked the door and tried to stealthily open the door. She barely began to tip-toe in when she saw Alastor looking directly at her.

"Oh... uh, surprise?" Rosie said with a half-hearted chuckle.

Alastor raised an eyebrow and sighed, "What do you need Rosie?"

"Oh don't be so formal! Is that how you treat your after-life-long friend?" She responded with a sly smile. "Besides, you trust me, right?"

Alastor didn't respond and just looked at her with a flat face. Rosie saw this look, rolled her eyes, and held up the key to the tower that Al had given her.

Alastor rolled his eyes and turned away in his chair. "If you're here just to mock me, you can leave."

Rosie quickly rushed to his side and grabbed his shoulders, turning him to look at her. "Oh come on! Don't be like that. Besides... you have a party to attend!"

"Oh no, Rosie..."

Rosie grabbed his wrists and pulled him out of his seat and out of the tower. "Now come on! We don't want to be late, do we?"

Rosie led Al by his wrist all the way across town, while he internally cringed and hoped that no-one was seeing this. "Rosie really, I don't need a party. I'd rather stay at my tower."

Rosie put her hands over Al's eyes and slowly led him inside the emporium. "Hush hush! Just see it first, okay?" Al resisted the urge to bite her hands off as she led him inside.

Once inside Rosie awkwardly shifted to his front while keeping her hands on his eyes. "You ready?" "Yes." "You sure..?" "Rosie, enough of this just-"

Rosie had let go off his eyes and jumped back to be underneath the banner hanging between two pillars. On it was a crossed out, "Happy Birthday!" in blood. (Rosie now knew that Al really did not like parties with other people when the focus was himself. They did have some good leftovers for a week however) Instead the banner read, "See you soon!" Rosie smiled a weak smile, she was really hoping he wasn't about to go full shadow and static mode.

Al looked around the room, then back at Rosie. He was a little confused and asked, "Is it just... us two?"

Rosie nodded and held up a bottle of wine, hoping that maybe this would entice Al enough to stay. Al glanced around the room again, then back at Rosie and smiled. "Thank you darling, this is... a pleasant surprise." He said, filtering his true thoughts of the whole thing.

Rosie, cheerful as ever, popped open the cork and poured a glass for both of them. They sat on the couch and drank. They talked about anything and everything, just like they used to. Rosie made sure to enjoy this, it'd be 2 months before she saw him again.

"So where are you going for 2 months?" "Ah darling, I can't say. I have to keep some mystery, don't I?" Al gave a fake smile. Rosie knew it was fake, she always knew, but she didn't decide to push. "Well, you can tell me when you get back. I look forward to hearing all about it."

2 hours and a bottle of wine later and they were both feeling quite tipsy. Alastor had a constant smile on his face and Rosie was rambling on about her what she's learned about gardening recently.

"-and that's when I learned that blood cactuses need blood, not water!" She laughed hysterically. "You thought I'd figure that out, it's in the name after-"

"Care for a dance?" Al interjected, his voice had lost it's filter. He stood up and walked to the radio he got Rosie one year after an extermination.

"Why, sure deer!" Rosie smiled and stood up beside Al.

Al tuned the radio to his station and they started dancing to the music. They were a little sluggish and not quite at their best, but they were having the time of their lives. Rosie stumbled and they both laughed and continued.

But eventually, a slow dance song came on.

Alastor looked towards his staff that was sitting on the couch. He could easily change the song, but he didn't. For whatever reason, he walked close to Rosie and asked, "Shall I have this dance?"

Rosie chuckled and prepared for Al to lead; until she saw that Al's arms weren't in the proper leading position. He wanted her to lead.

This was strange. He always led with others; it let him hold that power in the moment. This was different, he trusted her enough to let her lead.

She tilted her head curiously but linked up with him anyways. They danced a slow waltz to the song and Al didn't say a word during the entire song, not even when she spun him.

They danced like this for the whole song, and after it came to it's end, Al leaned in close and gave Rosie a tight hug. Rosie stumbled back but returned the hug.

She didn't know if it was maybe just the alcohol or some weird sensory trick, but she could swear she felt a tear on her shoulder.

Alastor knew that it wouldn't be just two months.

They went back to the couch and Al, clearly tired from all the dancing and wine, rested his head on Rosie's shoulder.

"Well would you say this party was successful?" "I'd say so." "Better than the birthday one?" Al laughed, yawned, and said "Anything would be better than the birthday one." "Yeah, that wasn't the best party I've hosted. I think you scarred Susan's daughter" Rosie laughed. "Good to know I have a much higher bar to clear for the party when you come back!" She smiled for a moment before realizing Al wasn't responding.

"Al?" She carefully turned her head and saw him. He was dead asleep. His eyes were closed, ears down, and after a moment soft static sounds filled the room.

Rosie smiled and leaned her head on his. She would let him sleep on the couch. She figured, why send him home at 3 in the morning after all? She didn't move quite yet, she was enjoying this closeness with Al.

Little did she know, they wouldn't be this close after Al returned. Everything would be different. They wouldn't dance again until Al understood.

Author's Note:

So I tried something new with giving a playlist that I thought fit what I was writing! Hopefully my music choice wasn't horrible... And I know this is supposed to be a shipping week, but what is storytelling without a bit of angst? (This isn't even the worst one, this is mild compared to one coming up)

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The Final Piece Pt. 1

The Altar of Mythal (Inquisitor Drank)

The Final Piece Masterpost Previous Quest: What Pride Had Wrought

The party arrives at a structure in the Arbor wilds.

PC: It’s here. I can feel it.

Party comments:

Solas: Yes. I feel it as well.

Cole: I can hear it. It’s calling to you.

Dorian: Are you certain it’s still in one piece?

Vivienne: There seems to be nothing out here but wilderness.

Varric: You sure? There aren’t any ruins in these parts.

Sera: Probably just a pile of rocks.

PC (after party comment): I’m sure it’s here. Just keep an eye out.

They enter the structure and see a large stature ahead.

PC: There it is!

They approach the altar.

PC: This is all that’s left of the altar. “We few who travel far, call to me, and I will come. Without mercy, without fear.”

Solas (if in party): “ Cry havoc in the moonlight, let the fire of vengeance burn, the cause is clear.”

Dialogue options:

Arcane: I know what this place is. PC: Strange that there wasn’t an altar like this at Mythal’s temple. The temple was a place of justice, but this… is different. This was where the elves called to her. Spoke to her. Then one day she disappeared, and they had no one to speak to. ㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤ

General: This place is beautiful. PC: It’s beautiful here. ㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤ

General: Sounds ominous. PC: “Without mercy.” That’ll give anyone pause. ㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤ

General: Let’s get this done. PC: Call, and she will come–simple enough.

Party comments:

Cassandra: Do you need to do this alone?

Vivienne: Would it be better if we left, my dear?

Iron Bull: You want us to piss off you you can get to it?

Blackwall: This ritual… should we leave you alone?

Dorian: Do you need help, or should we leave?

Sera: Right. I’m out.

Varric: You want us to stick around, or should we leave?

Cole: Should we go? I think we should go.

Solas: Should I leave you?

PC: Don’t go too far. I may need your help, if there’s trouble.

The party leaves, and Morrigan approaches.

Morrigan: You will perform this mysterious summoning alone, Inquisitor? Very bold.

Dialogue options:

General: Are you here to help? [1]

General: Couldn’t resist, I see. [2]

General: Alone means “without you.” [3]

1 - General: Are you here to help? PC: Did you come here to help, or to satisfy your curiosity? Morrigan: I am eager to see what manner of creature responds to your call. Who would not be? [4]

2 - General: Couldn’t resist, I see. PC: Just couldn’t stay away, could you? Morrigan: I am eager to see what manner of creature responds to your call. Who would not be? [4]

3 - General: Alone means “without you.” PC: That means you also need to leave. Morrigan: And do you even know what manner of creature will answer your call? [4]

4 - Scene continues.

PC: The voices say it will be Mythal.

Morrigan: And what is Mythal, beyond something thousands of years dead and gone?

The PC closes their eyes.

PC: They say you can remain.

Morrigan: How very hospitable of them.

PC: You know who I am: the last to drink from your Well of Sorrows. Come to me, Mythal. Whatever you are, whoever remains, I invoke your name and your power.

They begin to pace in front of the altar, and Flemeth appears.

Morrigan: Mother.

PC: “Mother”?

Flemeth: Now, isn’t this a surprise?

Dialogue options:

General: This is Mythal? [5]

General: You know her? [6]

General: What’s going on here? [7]

5 - General: This is Mythal? PC: So this is Mythal? Morrigan: She is a deceiving witch! [8]

6 - General: You know her? PC: I take it you know her? Morrigan: She is a deceiving witch! [8]

7 - General: What’s going on here? PC: What’s wrong? Morrigan: We have been deceived! [8]

8 - Scene continues.

Morrigan attempts to attack.

Flemeth: (Sighs.) Be a good [lad/lass] and restrain her.

The PC grabs her.

Morrigan: What are you doing? What… are you doing?

PC: I don’t know!

Flemeth: Of course you know. You drank from the Well, did you not?

Morrigan: Then… you are Mythal?

Dialogue options

Stoic: She is? [9]

Confused: You’re not even an elf! [10]

Angry: You’re no god. [11]

Pleased: I welcome you.[12]

Angry: Release me! [13]

9 - Stoic: She is? PC: That’s Mythal? Flemeth: You invoke that name so easily. I wonder if you know what it means? [14]

10 - Confused: You’re not even an elf! PC (Dalish): Mythal was the goddess of justice. I’ve seen the statues. She… Flemeth: Was one of the People. Yes, indeed.

PC (non-Dalish): Mythal was an elven god. You, you’re… Flemeth: Human? Not a word many have used for me in a very long time. [14]

11 - Angry: You’re no god. PC: I’m supposed to believe that you’re some kind of god? Flemeth: Clearly not the sort you had in mind, hmm? [14]

12 - Pleased: I welcome you. PC: If that’s true, then I thank you for answering my summons. Flemeth: You see, girl? Those are manners, as you require a demonstration. [14]

13 - Angry: Release me! PC: Whatever hold you have over me, release it now! Flemeth: That is entirely up to my dear daughter. [14]

14 - Scene continues.

Morrigan: I do not understand. How can you be Mythal?

Flemeth: Once I was but a woman, crying out in the lonely darkness for justice. And she came to me, a wisp of an ancient being, and she granted me all I wanted and more. I have carried Mythal through the ages ever since, seeking the justice denied to her.

Dialogue options:

General: She’s a part of you? [15]

General: That could be a demon. [16]

General: Why should we trust you? [17]

15 - General: She’s a part of you? PC: Then… you carry Mythal inside you? Flemeth: She is a part of me, no more separate than your heart from your chest. [18]

16 - General: That could be a demon. PC: That could have been a demon, lying to you. [18]

17 - General: Why should we trust you? PC: You can say anything you like. Why should we trust you? [18]

18 - Scene continues.

Flemeth: What do the voices tell you?

The PC closes their eyes to hear the voices.

PC: They say you speak the truth.

Flemeth: But what was Mythal? A legend given name and called a god, or something more? Truth is not the end, but a beginning.

Flemeth (Dalish PC): So young and vibrant. You do the People proud and have come far. Flemeth (non-Dalish PC): A herald, indeed. Shouting to the heavens, harbinger of a new age.

Flemeth: As for me, I have had many names. But you… may call me Flemeth.

19 - Dialogue options:

History: I know who Flemeth is. [20]

Special (Dalish PC): The elves needed you. [21]

Investigate: Why stay secret? [22]

General: Will you help us? [23]

General: This was no accident. [24]

General: So what now? [25]

20 - History: I know who Flemeth is. PC (Dalish PC): I know the name “Flemeth.” My people call you Asha’bellanar, the woman of many years, and speak of your legend. PC (non-Dalish PC): I know the name “Flemeth.” It belongs to an ancient Fereldan legend.

PC: It says, long ago, you left your husband for a lover. Your husband then tricked you, killed your lover, and imprisoned you. Then a spirit came to offer you vengeance. Mythal–that’s what you spoke of. Flemeth: One day, someone will summarize the terrible events of your life so quickly. But, yes, I was that woman. That is how my tale began. PC: Flemeth appears in other legends, helping heroes for reasons of her own. Flemeth: I nudge history, when it’s required. Other times, a shove is needed. (Chuckles.) [26]

21 - Special: The elves needed you. PC: If Mythal is a part of you, why haven’t you helped us? We’ve called to you, prayed to you… Flemeth: What was could not be changed. PC: What about now? You know so much… Flemeth: You know not what you ask, child. [26]

22 - Investigate: Why stay secret? PC: If Mythal is within you, why not reveal yourself? Flemeth: And to whom should I reveal myself? PC: To the elves? To everyone? Flemeth: (Laughs.) I knew the hearts of men even before Mythal came to me. It is why she came to me. They do no want the truth, and I… I am but a shadow, lingering in the sun. [26]

Dialogue options:

Investigate: I need to understand. [26]

[Back to 19]

26 - Investigate: I need to understand. PC: Why did Mythal come to you? Flemeth: For a reckoning that will shake the very heavens. Morrigan: And you follow her whims? Do you even know what she truly is? Flemeth: You seek to preserve the powers that were, but to what end? It is because I taught you, girl, because things happened that were never meant to happen. She was betrayed as I was betrayed–as the world was betrayed! Mythal clawed and crawled her way through the ages to me, and I will see her avenged! Alas, so long as the music plays, we dance. [back to 19]

23 - Will you help us? PC: We summoned you because we need your help. Flemeth: Against the magister who grasps beyond his reach. Yes, I know. [26]

24 - General: This was no accident. This meeting was no accident, was it? Flemeth: Clever [lad/girl]. Morrigan: The voices… came from you? Flemeth: The price of the Well seemed no dire thing when you saw so much gain, hmm? [26]

25 - General: So what now? PC: So what happens now? [26]

26 - Scene continues.

Flemeth: The voices did not lie, Inquisitor. I can help you. The altar’s guardian will come. Master the dragon, and it will be yours to command against Corypheus. Fail, and die.

She begins to leave.

Morrigan: Wait!

Flemeth: I wished to see who drank from the Well of Sorrows. It has been a very long time.

Flemeth: Now I have, and [they are] free to go.

Morrigan: But what of us?

Flemeth: A soul is not forced upon the unwilling, Morrigan. You were never in danger from me.

Flemeth leaves.

Morrigan: All things considered, Inquisitor, I now am rather pleased you drank from the well.

Dialogue options:

General: I’m not. [27]

General: That was bizarre. [28]

General: I hope this was worth it. [29]

27 - General: I’m not. PC: I’m not. What have I gotten myself into? Morrigan: Service to a being not quite as dead-and-gone as we thought. Now, I believe, you have a guardian of the altar to master.

28 - General: That was bizarre. PC: That was all… rather odd. Morrigan: Yes, well, Mother has always had that effect on people. Now, I believe, you have a guardian of the altar to master.

29 - General: I hope this was worth it. PC: All this had better be worth it. Morrigan: You will discover that shortly, I suspect.

A dragon descends, and the party fights it. The PC walks up to it and there is a glow, then the dragon flies away.

Party Comments:

Dorian: If I hadn’t seen it, I wouldn’t have believed it.

Blackwall: You stared it down. You actually stared it down!

Vivienne: And now it flies off? Just like that?

Iron Bull: Okay, yeah, that was impressive.

Cassandra: Why did it fly off? Will it come back?

PC: It will come when I summon it. Once. That’s enough to fight Corypheus, however. I have my dragon.

Party Comments:

Sera: So, when we find him, we’ll fight between two dragons? Mad plan. Love it.

Solas: Now we need only find Corypheus.

Cole: Now you find Corypheus. Before he finds you.

Varric: All you need now is Corypheus, and bam! Dragon fight!

The party returns to Skyhold.

Next Quest: Doom Upon All the World

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Billy Hargrove x gn!reader

Minors kindly DNI

Warning: make out, shitload of flirting, no emotional bond, drinking, swearing

Summary: Reader meets Billy at one of plenty parties and realizes he's pretty hot, can't go further than a makeout, though

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"Fuck, this tastes horrendous. Who bought this?" You asked your friend, Carol, as you looked over at her. She let out a small laugh as she took a sip. "Tommy did. He swore it's good, but I told him you wouldn't like it. "

You set down your cup and made a small gag noise. "God, I think I'll stay with the vodka for this."

Carol nodded. "Alright. I'll be back in a second. I wanna check where Tommy is."

You nodded softly and filled your cup up once more before pushing yourself through the crowd of people and onto the garden. There stood a group of people, surrounding a boy you've never seen on these parties before. But you rarely even went on parties so that wasn't a surprise.

He was upside down on top of a keg, seemingly drinking from it. It looks weird and a little stupid but you could see what was fun about it.

Your eyes scanned the group. They all counted as the boy kept going on and on. Once they reached the number 23, the boy got down and stood normally as he spit out the last bit of beer that was in his mouth.

Everyone cheered for him, clapping and whistling while also yelling his name through the garden.

Billy

It sounded interesting. But also so weirdly familiar.

You watched as a smile formed of your face, downing the drink in your cup happily.

Suddenly, some guy grabbed you by the shoulders and pushed you towards the keg. "(Y/n) should totally try it too!!"

You looked at the male behind you with a frown. You recognized him, but you couldn't seem to remember his name. "Fuck no, I'm not drinking that shit. I'm already dying from whatever shit Tommy-"

You couldn't even finish since everyone started cheering for you, which put some pressure on you. Said pressure got worse when that boy, Billy, smirked at you and spoke up. "Are you scared?"

And that was all it took.

You tossed aside your empty cup and took hold of the keg as you bit onto the hose, which would lead the beer into your mouth.

You raised yourself up onto the keg and started drinking.

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Right now you were really fucking thankful that your parents insisted on you taking part in athletics.

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And that you usually drank a lot during the day. Not necessarily alcohol but just anything in general.

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Otherwise this moment would've gotten really fucking embarrassing now.

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And the fact that you were pretty good at holding your breath for a long time also helped with making this much easier.

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And again everyone started cheering and chanting your name as if they were trying to summon you like they would a demon.

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It felt funny to you. You weren't even a party person. You weren't very popular either. And yet here you were, on your way to become the new keg king without even planning on it.

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Billy probably didn't like this at all, but you genuinely couldn't care less. You had a chance to prove yourself. You weren't gonna embarrass yourself in front of so many people, especially if one of them was so fucking handsome in your opinion.

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You let the hose out of your mouth and got off of the keg, stumbling back a little, though some people caught you and held you up as everyone kept cheering like they had for Billy.

You panted as some leftover beer dripped from your lips and down your chin. You looked up just to be met with the icy blue eyes. What you didn't expect was for Billy to look so.... interested. He looked like he wanted to know more about you.

You pushed yourself off of the many people before making your way to stumble inside. The alcohol was rushing to your middle while the blood that had gathered in your head was going down into your feet again.

You weren't aware that Billy followed you until you had sat yourself in the bathroom and he closed the door.

You looked over at him and fought back a smile since you didn't want to seem like you were making fun of him. Though internally you kind of were.

"I'm impressed." He said, not sounding very genuine, but you weren't gonna argue over a compliment. Instead, you smiled as you let your head fall back just slightly as you could breath. "Thanks."

"Anyone else would've choked."

You looked at him again and smirked. "I'm not anyone else. I'm (Y/n). (Y/n) (L/n), actually." You explained to which Billy nodded.

"Billy Hargrove." He said measly. You nodded softly. And then the realization hit you as to why the name sounded so familiar.

"Mm I've heard a few things about you."

To that, Billy raised a brow and smirked. "Oh yeah? And what kind of things have you heard about me?"

You raised your hand and held up one finger slowly. "That you like to fight." You raised another. "That you're fucking angry all the time." And then your raised your third finger. "And that you're a really good kisser."

Billy laughed loudly at the last one. "And who the fuck told you that?"

You pointed your finger at him as you opened your mouth, wanting to reply. But you were so drunk from the keg and the vodka that you genuinely forgot. "I... don't remember."

You lowered your hand slowly and sighed softly. "God I hate alcohol."

Billy smiled and got a little closer to you, looking directly into your eyes. "Wanna test if that last rumor is true?"

Your heart skipped a beat as you looked down at him. Your lips suddenly felt so dry that you simply had to wet them with your tongue a little.

Billy laughed and raised a hand to put it behind your head, pulling you in to kiss your lips roughly, not holding back at all.

You closed your eyes as a soft hum escaped you. Moments later, you grabbed onto his shirt and let yourself fall into his arms. This only made him pull you closer, his hand cupping your ass.

One moment, you were just kissing, and the next, you suddenly had his tongue basically down your throat, though you weren't really complaining. It felt good. Really good.

You felt Billys hands travel up slowly, his hand sneaking under your shirt slowly. Suddenly, you grabbed his hand and pulled away. "S-Stop! Don't-"

Billy let his hand fall back onto your ass and pulled you closer again. "Relax. Only make out it is." He whispered before he went back to kissing you, his tongue meeting yours once again.

You continued this for about 10 minutes until a knock was heard on the door and you jumped off of Billy right before it opened and Carol peeked in.

"(Y/n)? Oh- Hi Billy! Are you two alright? I heard (Y/n) tried the keg thing and ran off to the bathroom afterward." She explained, to which Billy nodded.

"That's true. Beat my ass big time in it. And now the little thing isn't feeling all too well."

Right as he said this, your stomach twisted in a way that made you jump up and hang your head over the toilet, emptying your stomach out into it like your life depended on it.

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8.19.24 / day 57 of being a delusional artist

day 5 of moon time

today was chaotic, i was under slept, it was 90 degrees outside, and yet, i still carved out time for my art, albeit at the end of the day, and i almost managed to eat a meal before 11am (even though i’d been up since 8). the problem is not when i wake up, i don’t even mind if i get up late, it’s that i keep getting stuck in holes. in hyper fixations. and not the good kind. like the kind that makes your fear of contamination worse and worse every time you open instagram. like the kind that makes grocery stores a battle ground.

today in therapy, we talked about my obsessions, compulsions, and how they’ve been inhibiting my daily life lately. it feels like it’s always about control, unless it’s about my father. i did realize today in therapy, that, because my father controlled me for so much of my life—even when i rebelled, and sometimes especially when i rebelled—i relied on him to inform me of what was real, what wasn’t, what was good, bad, immoral, etc and now i have to figure these things out for myself.

instead of asking myself what i think, though, i ask the internet. i look for experts to validate any side, either side, any opinion, just tell me it’s right and true and real. like my dawn dish soap. i don’t really give a shit if it’s poisonous or not, i’d just like to know if i need to stop using it. it’s more than the dawn dish soap, though. and it’s about more than controlling my environment in a post-addiction life. it’s about the root of the problem: i don’t trust myself anymore. or, maybe i never did, i’m not sure.

i don’t really think i trusted myself back then, i think i more so just leaned into the chaos of it all and let go. sure, substances helped to embrace this chaos. my (same) therapist at the time told me that she thought perhaps i didn’t want to let go of my attachment to being a hot mess. she was right, of course. that was a difficult part of myself to let go of since it was inextricably tied to being accountable for my actions, and responsible for actual growth and change. it was easier to cry about my ex, fuck his friends, and blame it on how much i drank. same as it was easier to go into a k hole in my bedroom and have video sex with strangers on the internet, shoving a dildo up my ass until i feel something, barely able to remember it the next day when i go to work, than to simply be alone with myself at night, in a time when everything was closed, and i had no one else to talk to.

so, alas, now, that i am not an unhinged addicted closeted transsexual, i have let go of much of the chaos, and yet, i have found myself bound to an order that does not always serve me. there are rules in my head, spirals that lead to rabbit hole upon rabbit hole of research and internet deep diving, only to come out with no answers. i still don’t know if crocs are toxic, if dawn dish soap is poisoning me, or if receipts put forever chemicals in your bloodstream just by touching them, but there are some things i cannot afford to worry about, and those things are taking up so much space in my brain it is hard to see anything else. yes, we are talking about if i have ocd or not, i think it might just be the autism though if i’m being honest like, i haven’t always been so afraid of food and contamination things, it’s really developed more and more since covid. that’s when i developed an intense fear of getting sick (i remember taking a full shower and stripping my clothes in the garage the first time i was exposed) and working in healthcare where i had to be exposed was not fun during that time, so i just tried to learn as much as i could to feel as in control of the situation as i could, because i was so scared of getting it. when i got the call that i was getting my vaccine, i literally cried. and now, i know i’m immunocompromised, and the vaccine is not t h a t effective on me and i’ve had it like 3 fucking times and i’m even more scared now because of that so yeah

and i mean i want to believe that it’s the food poisoning me, that it’s my dish soap, or my polyester clothing because even removing every single ounce of plastic from my life is easier than going through the american healthcare system when you don’t know what’s wrong with you and i do know parts, i know about my eds, which has helped explain a lot, and i know that my digestion is s l o w but i don’t know w h y so that’s fun

through all this fear, nonetheless, and realizing that my fear and internet rabbit holing was a way to fill the void where i used to have a father, i still sat down and made art today. i opened ableton, i worked on choirboy, which is, in a way, a song in reference to my father, and myself, of course. i wonder what he would think if he heard it.

[galactickle]

What's My Age Again?

Chapter 2

Charlie Kelly x reader

Summary: a charlie kelly high school fic where the reader is Mac's sister, thats it.

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3

Masterlist

*Highschool, Senior Year*

“Y/N!” the girl's head whips around at the sound of her name. She’s standing outside Notre Dame de Namur, Dee, Mac, and Dennis around her. Across the street at St. Joe’s a boy in a letterman jacket waves at her, he looks both ways before dashing across the street. “Hey,” he says, slightly out of breath, but still smiling charmingly at her.

Up close, she can recognize him as Trevor, of the popular guys some of the other soccer girls hang out with. “Hey,” she returns his smile.

“Hey, Trevor-” Dennis butts in, trying to talk to the boys.

“Hey,” Trevor cuts Dennis off, pushing him to the side, “Y/N can we talk for a minute?”

“Uh,” Y/N looks to Dee and Mac, the former nodding enthusiastically while the latter shakes his head, “yeah, sure.”

Trevor leads Y/N away from the group slightly.

“I was uh, just thinking,” he rubs the back of his neck, “I think you’re really pretty, and was wondering if you’d want to go to prom with me?”

Shock was written all over Y/N’s face, sure she was on the soccer team, but she was by no means popular, not risking a glance to her friends, she replies, “yes, yeah, I would love to.”

“Cool,” Trevor nods, shoving his hands in his pockets.

“Cool,” Y/N agrees.And then they part ways.

As Y/N returns to the group she notes that Charlie has joined them, hair and clothes disheveled, his typical ‘late for school’ look. “What did he say?” Dee pries, catching her before she starts drooling.

“Oh, uh, he asked me to prom,” Y/N shrugs.

“What?” The other four exclaim.

“And you said ‘no’ right?” Mac grabs the girl by the shoulders looking into her eyes, which she avoids, “No… Y/N! He’s a total player! He’ll break your heart!” Y/N shrugs again, as the bells simultaneously ring from both schools, and pushes her way past the boys, to the doors of Notre Dame de Namur.

By the time prom rolls around Y/N is convinced that Trevor has forgotten about her, but one day as she leaves school, someone runs up behind her, grabbing her waist, she hopes, no, she prays , it’s one specific person but as he speaks she’s disappointed, “I got out tickets yesterday, I hope you picked out a nice dress for me.”

Y/N plasters on a smile, turning in his arms, “I sure did, when are you picking me up?”

“8?” he suggests.

“Sounds good,” she nods. Suddenly she feels eyes on her, and she looks around to find the gang staring the two of them down, she frowns slightly, “I gotta go…” she pulls away, “But I’ll see you Saturday?” He nods in response and lets her go. She looks back at him as she leaves and he waves.

“Not a word,” Y/N states firmly when she gets to the gang, passing them and heading right home.

Prom was just the way Y/N had dreamed, well almost. The night started good, photos, dancing, punch. But 20 minutes ago Trevor had left with some of his buddies and hadn't returned. Y/N sat on the bleachers, planning her next move, does she return the gang, tail between her legs? Does she flat out leave without saying anything to anybody? She didn’t have time to come to a conclusion, because she was pulled out of her thoughts by someone sitting next to her.

“Bad night?” He asked, voice raspy.

“It wasn’t until 20 minutes ago,” Y/N sighed. Charlie gently placed a hand on her shoulder and Y/N leaned her head on his.

“How about we get the others and head out, huh? Mac and I got a bunch of beer that's just waiting to be drunk,” Charlie says softly, but still loud enough to be heard over the music.

“In a minute,” Y/N replies, and they stay like that for another half a song, before Y/N gets up, offering Charlie her hand, which he takes, briefly, because he can feel the heat rising from the time they had touched.

The gang and Y/N gather in the McDonald’s living room, a case of beers drank and discarded. Mac and Y/N’s parents weren’t home so they had free range to do what they wanted. The music blasted loud, and they all talked excited and drunkenly. Well, all but one, Charlie sits in the middle of the chaos, lost in his thoughts.

“Dude!” Mac attempts to snap him out of it, “What the hells going on? You haven't even finished your beer!”

“Yeah man, you weren't even laughing at Mac’s fight-dancing,” Dennis joins in, but Charlie watched his eyes dance over to Y/N sitting on the loveseat next to Dee talking enthusiastically to each other.

“I dont know,” Charlie places the can on the coffee table, “I guess I’m just not feeling that great, maybe I should head home,” He begins to stand.

“No!” Y/N shouts. hand clamping over her mouth instantaneously. “I, um, mean, maybe we should all go to bed, its-uh its getting late.” Dee nods next to her.

“It’s 12 o'clock,” Mac scolds.

“Well-” Dennis butts in, “I mean, maybe she's right, its been a long night.” He steps towards Y/N, leaning on the arm on the couch, “Are you girls gonna sleep down here with us?”

Charlie swallowed thickly.

“Ew! No!” Dee stands, and pushes Dennis back, grabbing Y/N’s hand, she flashes Dennis a sorry smile before following his sister up the stairs to her room.

Dennis and Charlie stare after them, while Mac focuses his attention of Charlie’s discarded beer, “You gonna drink this?” He picks it up in one hand and points to it with the other, looking at Charlie before chugging it. Charlie doesn’t reply, instead just plops back down on the couch.

“Thank you for saving me,” Y/N hugs Dee as they enter her room. It was by no means as pristine as Dee’s, all the furniture and decor dated and dusty.

“What were you thinking?” Dee scolds her.

“I wasn't! It just came out!”

“Well don’t do that! One of them is gonna figure out about your crush,” she lightly hits Y/N.

“Wait.. They don't know?”

“Nah, Dennis never brought it up and he still hits on you so that means Mac and Charlie haven’t brought it up either,” Dee says as she walks over to Y/N’s bed and takes a seat.

Y/N nods to herself, then after a few seconds changes the subject, “I'll grab the blankets from the linen closet.”

The McDonald’s house was small, so their linen closet was tucked inside the upstairs bathroom. As Y/N was digging through the blankets to find the comfiest ones that would also suit the warmth of the time of year, she didn’t hear anyone approaching the bathroom, and she almost didn't hear the bathroom door close behind her.