#we're STILL finding places other players haven't touched

[chumbyy]

ok this game rocks

[keystone8379]

keystone you should talk about something in regards to kirby fighters 2 community edition

Oh you're right I haven't done that yet! Regarding Kirby Fighters 2: Community Edition, there is a metric TON of stuff to talk about here. The dev team is some of the closest friends I've ever had. Smash Tactics is a thing because I was able to test the game over and over again with the members of the dev team. We've spent many hours sharing progressively crazier character ideas. We have created some warcrime moves. (or, well, more warcrime moves. KF2 already has plenty of those) I think, however, the best place to start for CE on the KF2 lore account is probably just a development history.

So it's late September, the year is 2020. Kirby Fighters 2 was leaked, got a trailer, and released all within the span of 24 hours. Soon after that, firubii (you might have seen her before) shows her findings from a Twitter datamine, that being evidence of a 3D Kirby game. "Wow! Awesome! I sure hope it's nothing like Battle Royale!" I say at the time. But I digress.

A few months pass and eventually fish gets in touch with Firubii for I believe checking hitboxes and frame data? We get a few things for some of the weirder moves from characters like Ninja, but the fact that a modder was among us got people excited. The prospect of a balance patch mod was an undeniably appealing one and could breathe new life (and a time) into the game. And one that Firubii was interested in.

March 16th, 2021 rolls around and Fish pings everyone saying that they had set up a poll for balance suggested for Firubii to implement. They also got an all star cast of top players and fighting game expects and colgate and me. because I "have lots of opinions." We're all put into a dev chat and poll responses start flowing in.

This poll was crazy. You had Ninja downplaying Mag like crazy. You had Celica Trying His Best. You had nonsense adjustment suggestions like "Not really that effective." But my favourite would have to be probably Qwertz saying to EVERY balance suggestion box "The game needs no balance changes, only quality of life changes."

So we all in the chat start throwing around ideas while not really getting anything done. This will be a running theme. About a month later I was like enough is enough and starting pinging people for proper balance discussions and locking in changes. There's a few notable things we did for v0.1, including making Sword a LOT faster, giving Hammer Palutena's Lightweight, (the s4 custom move) making Bandana Dee's spears stick into the ground for a few seconds, and making Cutter's boomerangs bounce off walls. That last one was our first real criminal change, as Cutter could effortlessly lock down the entire screen. I spent hours labbing counterplay only to find none and grew to despise the character and suggested massive overcorrections for v0.2. Oops.

Overall v0.1 was pretty good! It had some iffy stuff and launched with a Whip desync in game but other than that it was a success I think. It came out during July of 2021, a little under 4 months from the initial announcement. There's a few public tourneys with good turnouts but run via Parsec and Parsec makes me want to commit violent crimes. Progress on 0.2 also goes fairly well. There's some bad ideas in there like making MK not very fun but overall it's not so bad.

Until development just HALTS. To my understanding, I believe it was something personal Firubii was going through but I don't have all the info. Then again, I didn't ask. Like sure, I'd like to have the new CE versions as soon as possible, but ultimately the well being of the people actually making the mod is the top priority, it's why it's so irritating when people are jerks about CE's slow development. Obviously I want the new versions out. But we all have lives outside of this and sometimes other things need doing.

Eventually 0.2 gets out, at the start of Febuary 2022. It's solid but still has some things that irk me. After a few months, we ask for player feedback on overall balance and specific changes and get not many results. Granted, CE doesn't have much players so balance discussion is somewhat meaningless for a game this unexplored. I think 1.0 fixes all of the glaring flaws though.

At some point, once again, development freezes, and this one was rough. No communication from Firubii led to a lot of dooming, especially with how close we got to actually launching 1.0. We DO actually know why she vanished for so long this time, it's because her house caught fire. It didn't burn down don't worry! But this still caught us all SUPER off guard.

Anyway, CE resumed development and went for a little while, but hit a brick wall when trying to add training mode. I'm not an expert on the inner workings of KF2 but I know Firubii talked to Ryn (yes, the goku in strive Ryn) about it a little bit. I actually posted about this to my Threads account but who gives a shit about threads. That's more or less where we are now. It's been a while since the last tester build but what can you do.

There's also a few other things but there wasn't really a good place for them. Colgate thought it was a good idea to make a tierlist video for a game no one could play. It wasn't. I had to spend the days after that video doing damage control. There was a playlist where people could suggest songs to add to CE, but tbh it was more just an excuse to listen to music in VC while we could still do that. We were gonna move off Gamebanana because the site is run by N*zis but this was during the fire arc so didn't happen. AV also thought it'd be a good idea to shittalk CE and ask to join the dev team in the same day. There was also the time we had to rush out a trailer for Savi's Dream Display but I have a few criticisms about that which I'll share with him one day.

I think that's it? If you wanna download the mod I'll link it right here: https://gamebanana.com/mods/303920

[enepaigos]

Little bit of update post, but as you can see. Once again I've been posting much recently and my comms sheets are nowhere in sight. It's not that forgotten them, it's just I've questioning my understanding of art fundamentals over past few months. In other words art block.

I've been struggling mentally lately. I've working to get into college over a year now. I have gotten to point it's now just waiting for stuff to be approved. However, recent progress has brought some suppress traumatic memories from high school and elementary school. I won't go into the details, as like to remain private about it. I'm doing better now, so don't worry about it.

A couple more things, I'm going be moving from Tumblr to Instagram as main social media account. I'm not leaving Tumblr and might an art dump every now and again. It's just trying manage multiple accounts is really stressful and I just want to focus on one. I've pretty much abandoned Threads and barely touch Bluesky sense making an account. I also need to a clean up on my Insta, by deleting my stream announcement posts. Leaving them up has left the place cluttered with same picture over and over again. I'll make announcement when I go live on Twitch (and or YouTube, eventually), but I'll delete the Insta post the following day. This should help the place feel a bit more art focused.

And, finally. Streaming. I'm still struggling to back into swing of things. I've realized over the past few years I'm more extroverted than I've think. My most recent streams have been planned or unplanned collabs. I need find some people that are good with chatting with me VC, wither we're playing a multiplayer game or I'm playing single player. I actually have kinda mentioned to a friend already, not exactly this though. Also, wither I someone to agree with this or not, I need try streaming at least once a week, even by myself.

And, I still haven't finished my personal Vtuber model. Aside everything above, I've been in a "JUst dO DuMb ArT!!!" mood since starting new ADHD meds last week. In other words they've helping get some art that's been floating in my head for while now, out.

[johnkrrasinski]

started from a call

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Pairings: Bucky Barnes x female!reader

Word count: 3,610

Warning: angst with a happy ending! that's all.

Summary: written for @wkemeup's 9k writing challenge with the prompt "character a leaves an embarrassing, drunk message on character b’s voicemail and spends the rest of the night trying to discreetly delete it from [b]’s phone." inspired by a bit of ross and rachel from friends too. you found out from steve that bucky was in love with you in high school but after he returns home with a girl in his arm, you cancelled your plans to tell him how you feel. will you and bucky have your happy ending?

a/n: please like, reblog and leave a feedback. :) enjoy!

"Alright, I'll see you tonight. Bye." He leaned against the kitchen counter and hung up the phone with a grin on his face. "You hear that, Sam? We're going on our third date tonight." He threw his phone up into the air and caught it so casually without spilling a drop of his coffee sitting on his right hand. "Looks like I'm getting that 300 bucks soon."

"Hey, easy. You ain't going to that date yet, who knows? She could bail on you. It doesn't count if the date doesn't end well."

"Oh, but it will. I just gotta turn on my charm and next thing you know, we're already meeting the parents stage."

"Meeting the parents? That's a big step from you, Buck."

"Hey, I'm a man of my words. If I said that I'm going to change this year then I'm gonna stick to it."

"So Leah isn't just a one-time thing to get 300 bucks?"

"Maybe yes, maybe no. We'll see how tonight goes. But one thing's for sure is that I'm getting that 300 bucks."

Sam and Bucky made a bet as their New Year's resolution that Bucky would never go on a second date with any girl or remember to call her in the morning after a wild night. His commitment issues had given him a reputation as the player in the gang. It wasn't a new thing anymore to anyone that when they visited Bucky's place in the morning, they would see a girl with a dopey smile and slightly ruffled hair walking out of his apartment, giddy that Bucky just made a promise to call her later.

You, Natasha, Wanda, Sam and Steve were hanging out at Nat's place. The six of you had been friends since college. You, Nat, Bucky and Steve had known each other since high school and the four of you kept in touch despite going to separate universities. You met Wanda when you went to NYU and Steve met Sam while he was in Harvard. Long story short, after the four of you graduated, you and Wanda lived together as roommates and even started your own bakery business. Steve and Bucky lived in the same building as you and Natasha and Sam lived nearly alone. They were too independent for roommates. Don't even start on Natasha and how much she valued her personal space. That's how the six of you ended up here, gathered at your place on a Saturday afternoon.

"Are you gonna pick her up tonight?"

"Of course. Gonna clean up well, bring her some flowers and knock on her door at 7 pm precisely. Which girl isn't gonna fall for that?" Bucky walked over to the couch you and Nat were sitting on and leaned on the headrest, his arms caging both you and Natasha.

You didn't say anything nor did Natasha because she knew about your feelings for Bucky. Despite never feeling that way about Bucky in high school, your feelings changed a week ago after learning that Bucky used to be in love with you but never had the courage to tell you. That's why he never had a girlfriend during his high school years and he wanted to take you to prom and confess his feelings to you but he was too late. Another guy had already snooped in first.

You were his first love but it wasn't reciprocated until now. That's why in college, he learned how to get over you and slept with as many women as possible because he felt like he lost four years of his life of finding the one. He never intended to be a player and feed girls empty promises, it just kind of became his way of dating. He was too afraid that no one could live up to you yet he enjoyed being with women. Hence, the bet.

The day you found out from Steve about Bucky's past feelings for you while playing truth or dare, you immediately wanted to call him up but Bucky was out of town for a few days and as soon as he was back home, he had Leah in his arm. Your heart was crushed. Wanda told you that it would probably last for a few days and that he'd eventually be single again but you totally did not expect this thing to turn into something serious. You loved Sam with every fibre of your being, he was like the big brother you never had, but you wanted to curse him for making that bet.

So you just rolled your eyes and stayed silent throughout this entire conversation, even though your heart felt like it was being stabbed over and over again. "Alright, I gotta go. Got a big date tonight. I'll see you guys in a few hours." Just like that, Bucky walked out of the room without knowing the pain his words caused you.

The next day you were sitting in your bed watching The Notebook in your pyjamas because you were too heartbroken to do anything productive. It was Sunday so you could just have a whole day to yourself and do absolutely nothing but cry. Wanda knocked on your door bringing a plate of cookies and she had a pitiful look on her face. "y/n? Sweetie? I made you these cookies, they might make you feel better." Sometimes you thank the stars for bringing her into your life.

"Thank you, Wanda. You're so nice to me." You know you probably sound like a hormonal whiny kid but everything made you cry at the moment.

"Do you need anything else? I know how it feels to get your heartbroken, trust me. When me and Vision had a fight and we didn't talk for days all I wanted was to curl up and never leave my bed, so in case you need anything, I'm here." She offered you that warm smile of hers.

"No, all I want right now is to just eat these cookies and go back to my film, thanks Wan."

"Okay, I'll be outside." Your pity party was interrupted when Nat arrived in her leather jacket and burst into your room.

"Get up, you are taking a shower and you're getting that face beat."

"Natasha, what the hell? Leave me alone."

"Y/N, listen to me. I got a date for you. His name is Scott and he's a real nice guy, he's funny, he's a good friend of mine and he is really smart. He is so much better than Bucky, I promise you. Now c'mon, I already told him that you are meeting him tonight at Stark's restaurant at 7."

You whined, doing anything you can to get her to leave you alone with your tears and your cookies but you knew that once Natasha set her mind on something, there's no talking her way out of it. Damn that woman with her determination.

"Y/N, c'mon! Wallowing all day isn't you. I know you and what's good for you. That's why I found you a great guy who will charm you so good that you will forget Barnes even existed. You can't let him win, y/n. If he's going to be happy with someone else, then you better show him that you can be much happier with other people."

You stared at her, trying to absorb her words. There's some wisdom in that. You're not the type to cry over a guy, not even for even Bucky Barnes. So you let Natasha drag you to the shower and asked Wanda to do your hair when she does your makeup. She chose an outfit for you, a dress that was not too sexy but chic enough to leave a good first impression.

Scott was early to the restaurant and he looked elated to see you. He was wearing a grey suit with no tie and he had a really exuberant smile on his face, the type that drew people easily. You could see why Natasha called him a nice guy.

"Wow, sorry, I just- didn't expect you to be this beautiful."

"Ah, thank you, Scott. Have you been waiting long?"

"No, not at all. I just arrived here like five minutes ago."

The night went on and Scott did most of the asking and talking, you answered each question curtly with forced enthusiasm in your face and body language. You weren't even listening to half of the things he said because your mind kept playing images of Bucky with Leah and how you heard from Sam that the date went well so he lost 300 bucks. You kept thinking about Bucky and Leah and how they would probably get married and have kids and live in the suburbs with a golden retriever while you'd still be single and you'd compare every man you meet to Bucky. Maybe it was your karma for not reciprocating his feelings in high school.

Five glasses of wine and you spent more time nodding than talking. Honestly, all you wanted to do was to just go home and go back to The Notebook because their love story was much better than your love life. Scott woke you out of your daze, "Natasha told you that I was cuter than this, did she?" after you gulped your sixth glass of wine.

"Oh Scott, I'm so sorry. It's not you, it's me. I know it sounds cliche but it's just... I'm not in a place where I'm looking for a boyfriend. You are a really likeable guy and I swear, if we had met at another time, maybe I would be a better date but right now, I just- I have someone else in my mind." You sighed, it felt like a relief to get that off your chest.

"Is this guy... an ex-boyfriend?"

You chuckled, "no... He wishes."

Scott nodded, "look, I don't know what your situation is but I've been through a divorce and it's never easy. But eventually, you'll be fine. You can't see it now because you haven't had closure." Then it was as if the bulb above your head was turned on.

"That's it.  Closure, yeah. That's all I need. Okay, give me a minute. I'm gonna call him now and I'm going to get my closure."

Scott sat there watching you comically trying to find your phone in your purse and tapped on Bucky's contact number. The normal you would be sweating with every ring but intoxicated you had no worries in the world... For now.

"This is Bucky. Can't pick up right now, leave a message." Beep.

"Hello, yes, Bucky! Or James, should I call you James? I always thought Bucky was a weird name. Anyways, I'm just calling to tell you that I am fine and I am on a date with Scott. And speaking of dates, I just gotta tell you that I'm happy to hear that your date went well. And that, my friend, means that I am over you. That's right, I'm over you. Tell Leah I say hi." You said sarcastically.

You hung up the phone and threw your phone back into your purse. You felt like you just won a chess game.

The next morning you decided to sleep in because your heart was pounding and you could barely sit up without feeling like you might fall. You were supposed to be working at the bakery but since you owned the bakery, Wanda let you sleep it off until you recover. You couldn't remember anything from last night, how you got back to your apartment was a mystery. You tried to put the pictures together, from being forced to go on a date, meeting a guy named Sean? Simon? Sebastian? Scott! Yes, Scott. You ordered your meals and then... Nothing, it was all blurry. You weren't even sure if anything happened at all after eating your meals.

The apartment was empty because Wanda was working at the bakery and it was just you with your hangover pills. Bucky came to your apartment without knocking because Wanda told him on the phone that you were home. He greeted you with a smile and asked about your date.

"Uh, let's see. I think there was a restaurant, I know there was wine. And there's a guy, Scott and pretty much that's all I can recall."

Bucky made a yikes face. Seeing the state you were in, he could do the math (of the wine you had). You probably enjoyed the alcohol more than the guy. What a doofus, he thought. If he was the one going on a date with you, you'd definitely remember every detail from last night.

"Leah's downstairs and I'm taking her back to her place but I left my keys here last night. Have you seen it?"

"No, check the drawers. Maybe Wanda put 'em there."

"Ah, okay." He opened the drawers and found the keys to his bike.

"Did we... Speak on the phone last night?"

"Nope, my phone was dead and I didn't charge it all night so I haven't really checked it. Why?"

"Nothing, nothing. It's just... Never mind. My memories are a bit hazy right now. You should go, say hi to Leah for me."

Bucky nodded as you walked back to your room to go lie down. Your question reminded him that he should probably check his phone now because there could be work-related messages but the first thing he heard was a voicemail from you. "Oh, y/n. I got your message!"

That instantly stopped you in your tracks. Your eyes went wide and you froze. You immediately turned around and ran to grab his phone away from him. Bucky had a confused look on his face, "who's Scott?"

"Oh my God, no, Bucky, give me the phone. Give me the phone!" But it was already too late, he was already halfway through your voicemail and by the time you successfully snatched his phone out of his grasp, he had already heard every word.

Bucky stood there dumbfounded, he needed time to process everything you just said to him. "What do you- what do you mean you're over me?"

"Oh, God... Alright, um- lately, I've um- sort of, have... Feelings for you." You never had to chase a guy or confess your crush first so this felt new and my God, it was nerve-racking.

"You have feelings for me..." He said it as if he was convincing himself that his ears got it right. Bucky couldn't believe the words that just escaped through your lips, for years he had dreamed of this moment. Though never did he ever want you to make the first move but adolescent him wanted to hear you say what he'd been wanting to say to you too.

He didn't say anything for what felt like minutes and you couldn't decipher his thoughts from the look on his face. "I need to sit down," he pulled one of the dining chairs and leaned on his side in a defeated posture.

"Bucky... Please say something." You alerted him in a hushed tone, not wanting to startle him than you already did. But he didn't. He was lost at words. What the hell was he supposed to tell her?

"Look Bucky, I'm sorry for telling you this way but I had to. I just- I've been wanting to talk to you about it since you came back to New York, well- actually, since Steve told me but-"

"Whoa, Steve told you?!" He interrupted.

"Yeah, it just accidentally slipped when we were playing truth or dare..."

"Okay well," he stood up from his seat, yet he still couldn't look you in the eye. "I can't do this right now, Leah's waiting for me downstairs and I gotta go." He basically ran out of the room and slammed the door behind him, leaving you alone.

Once your hangover had begun dissipating, you decided to help Wanda at the bakery and took the night shift. She must've been exhausted from managing the bakery alone while also helping the employees in the kitchen so you told her to go home and leave it to you. The bakery's usually slower at night.

When it was nearing closing time and your employees had gone home, you decided to clean up and turned off the lights and checked everything one last time before locking the door. The bell above the door dinged and you were slightly annoyed because who the hell comes to the bakery at this hour?

"I'm sorry we're clo...sed." It was Bucky. He stood there in a black coat, with an expression you still couldn't figure out. "Bucky, what are you-"

"You have no right to tell me that you've got feelings for me." His tone was harsh, he never spoke that way to you or anyone... Ever.

"What?"

He walked closer to you, maintaining his gaze, "You can not tell me that you've got feelings for me now when I'm doing well with my life and Leah..."

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?"

"I was in love with you for years! Years, y/n! And you never said and did anything and now when everything's going well you're ruining it!"

"I am ruining it?" You repeated the question because you couldn't believe what you just heard. How dare he said those hurtful things to you.

"Yes! I was doing fine with Leah and now I don't know what's going to happen with me and her anymore..."

"Yeah, well, I was doing fine before I found out that YOU were in love with me and never had the balls to tell me!" You did everything you could to not cry, you hated crying in the middle of an argument.

"Hey, it's not like I didn't try. There were your ex-boyfriends and your dates and I had to move on. I couldn't wait forever! And now, now you're too late."

"Oh, so what? You're just gonna walk away and pretend that this never happened?"

"Yes, I'm going to do exactly that and I'm going to go see Leah." He turned around like he did earlier in your apartment and left you alone once again with your heartbreak.

"Fine! Go ahead and see Leah because I don't give a fuck about cowards like you or whoever you sleep with." You slammed the door and tried everything you could to not have a breakdown here because you really hated letting an argument hurt you. You sat on one of the chairs where the customers would sit and you hid your face with your hands and cried.

Not because you just lost an argument but because of what Bucky said and it felt like you had lost Bucky before you even had him. Now there was no hope left for you and Bucky, things were too complicated.

You didn't know how long you had cried there, alone, in the dimmed lighting of your shop but after you felt like the tears had dried, you wiped the traces of your tears from your cheeks with the back of your thumb. You stood from your seat and was ready to go home. You couldn't wait to eat some leftover pizzas, take a warm shower and cry into your pillows until you fall asleep.

But when you were about to leave, you saw Bucky standing on the other side of the door, watching you through the windows with a softer expression on his face. You opened the door and Bucky instantly grabbed your waist and kissed you as if his life depended on it.

You gave in to his kiss, letting him pour every desire and yearning into your lips for as long as he wanted. You grabbed his face because you wanted him impossibly closer and you shut your eyes, letting your guard down. Because it was Bucky, and you'd known him for as long as you could remember and you both deserved this moment.

Bucky eventually pulled away until both of you were running out of air. You were breathless from his kiss, you never knew he was such a good kisser. (It's Bucky and he's had a lot of women on his bed, of course, he was excellent at it. Who were you kidding?) But now that you've had your own front-row experience, you felt a tad of possessiveness at the thought of sharing those lips or any part of him with anyone else.

"I couldn't go back to her knowing you are here alone and I had thrown away what I've wanted for as long as I could remember."

"I'm glad you came back." You pressed your foreheads and you rested your hands on his chest. You could get used to this.

"I hope it's not too late to say this but, y/n y/l/n, will you let me take you to dinner and see a movie after maybe?"

"I wasn't the one who said it's too late," you halfheartedly teased him.

"Shut up, so is that a yes or a no?"

You bit your lip and nodded, "yes. Definitely a yes." You stared into his ocean blue eyes, so deep and beautiful, you could easily get lost in it.

"y/n y/ln, I'm going to put all of your ex-boyfriends to shame."

"Hm, we'll see about that." You put your arms around his neck. Then a thought crossed your mind and your smile faded away, "what are you gonna do about Leah though?"

"I'll talk to her in the morning. Let's take you home now, yeah? It's getting late."

You bit your lip and nodded, "okay."

Ninth grade you dreamed of popular jocks and athletic seniors, but little did you know that, sometimes, the one who sincerely loved you was the book nerd who loved The Hobbit a little too much.

[crowhyun]

LEVEL INFINITY

Chapter Two

Warnings: monsters, death (not main character dw), cursing

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"We are the weakest amongst the strongest when we are alone. Together we can prosper, but together, the chance of betrayal becomes multiplied. In these rooms, there is little chance for you to live, and eventually, you will die a painful death, or you will die at the hands of your own will. Choose wisely." -Yakuda Sato, Level 666

At door number 55, the man fished out a key from his back pocket and unlocked the door, leading you into a dark room. He turned on a flickering light, and you saw that the room was rather large, almost like a hotel room. There was an unmade bed in the corner, a couch, and areas for storage.

"I'm s-sorry for the mess, I wasn't expecting to bring anyone here." He said, quickly trying to gather up clothes from the floor and throwing them elsewhere. "I know you're confused, but I can't explain anything with that many people around. Please sit." He motioned to the couch pressed against the wall, and you sat down, still a bit hesitant because, honestly, you did not know what the fuck was going on. He sat next to you on the couch, albeit stiffly. He seemed to be a pretty awkward guy. "So, uh, in the Trader's Keep, there's a group of people. You might think this is weird, but they...they worship a bird. His name is Jerry."

"Wait, what? A bird? They worship...a bird?"

"Yes, I know, it's weird, I-I don't worship the bird, though." He said quickly. "I haven't come in contact with Jerry, but I've almost come into contact with his worshippers. His room is somewhere way upstairs that I've never been. They say if you touch him, then he'll make you worship him. His followers are the most dangerous people here. If you say anything bad about Jerry, then they'll try to hurt you. The reason this correlates is because Jerry's worshipers will also try to hurt you if you're...different. Like how you and I are. I came here from the game, too. I came here with one other person, her name was Jisoo. She couldn't make it out of the back rooms. I had to leave her there because she turned into an insanity, I really had no choice..."

"What's an insanity?" You asked him.

"They are people in the back rooms who have stayed there for long enough to become insane. I managed to hang on by a thread, but Jisoo couldn't..." A flash of sadness was seen in his round, bright eyes. "A-anyways...about the game. You know when you choose your player before the game starts?" You nodded your head. "Well, that is very important. It's very, very rare for someone to come here through the game. Usually, it's people going to haunted places and touching cursed objects, or something of the sort. I don't know if you've found out yet, but you're not the same as you were before you came here. Based on the player you chose...you essentially are that player."

"Wha...what do you mean?" You asked him.

"What player did you choose when you were playing level infinity?" He asked.

"T-the one with the big wings." You said. He nodded.

"Yeah, those wings are yours now." He said. "I haven't figured out what triggers the ability to come out of us, but something does. Whatever will trigger your ability will make you grow wings. Whatever triggers my ability will temporarily turn me into a smiler."

"You mean those creepy things with the big smiles?"

"Yes. I haven't seen an actual smiler yet, so I'm lucky for that. I don't plan on ever seeing it." He said. "But because we're like this, we're seen as a threat to worshippers of Jerry-"

You couldn't stop a chuckle from bubbling up in your throat. The boy looked at you in confusion. "I'm sorry, it's just...who named the bird?"

"Uh, I don't know." He said, eyebrows furrowed, not finding any of this funny.

"I just find it ridiculous that some random people are worshipping a bird named Jerry." You laughed some more.

"T-this is n-not funny!" He said. "Jerry is very dangerous, you shouldn't underestimate him!”

"Okay, okay, I'm sorry." You said, concealing your laughter. "You have to understand, I haven't been here for long."

"You can't say those things outside, you never know who's a Jerry worshipper. They'll hurt you."

"Well good thing I'm not planning to stay here," You said. "Thanks for the info, but I should get going. I have people to find." You stood up.

"H-hey, are you sure you should leave right now?" He said, standing up as well.

"Well, if not now, then when? I don't want to not ever see my friends again simply because I was being a coward." You said, and he looked down in silence. You slightly regretted my words, knowing that you may have insulted him in some way. But it's not your fault that he felt attacked. You sighed. "What's your name?"

"S-Soobin. Choi Soobin." He said.

"I'm (Y/N)." You said. "Why don't you come with me?"

"Huh?" He backed up in surprise. "Come with you? N-no, I can't. I can't do that."

"Why can't you?"

"B-because I...I'm just..."

"You're too scared." You said matter of factly. "I understand why you are scared, Soobin, but you can't possibly really want to stay here for the rest of your life. What about your life before coming here? You're just going to leave all of that behind and give up on ever going towards it? You might as well die trying, rather than living the rest of your years here feeling guilty about being a coward."

He stayed silent, continuing to look down at the carpet of his room. "I'm not saying that you have to come with me. I just think that it would be better for you and for me. I feel like we'd have better chances surviving if it's two rather than one. It's less scary when you're not alone. But it's up to you."

You started walking to the door, ready to leave the warehouse and find out how you could go to the next level. Before your hand touched the door knob, you felt Soobin gently grabbing your arm, stopping you from continuing. You turned around.

"I'll...I'll go with you." He said, still looking down. "But only if we go after resting. So not right now. We're still mostly human, and we still need to eat and sleep."

You noticed he was right. You weren't sure how long you’ve been in this place, but being on edge for such a long time has made you forget about resting. "That's fine, then." You agreed. "I'll stay for however long I need to and then we'll get going, right?"

He nodded. I better not die at the hands of this coward, you thought.

After your little talk, the both of you went back to Tom's Diner to finish the food that was miraculously still there on the table you two were previously sat at. While you were there, you managed to pick up some people talking about Jerry and how much they loved to worship the fucking bird. Out of all entities here, you didn't imagine one to be a bird. Maybe the bird was extraordinarily large. Or maybe it even had fangs.

You soon left the diner, but not without grabbing things that Soobin said were essential. Almond water, smiler exterminator, small snacks, etc. He said that weapons generally weren't allowed at the Trader's Keep, but because he found one in the warehouse, he was able to keep his weapon, which was a bow and arrow.

You slept in his room, he allowed you to sleep on his bed while he slept on the couch. There was no day or night here, so everyone had their own sleeping schedules, including him. While sleeping in his bed, you found yourself wishing that you could stay here and not have to worry about home or your friends. You could live here comfortably and only worry about those weird worshippers of Jerry. But you knew that you’d be happier if you found Beomgyu and Taehyun. Before going to sleep, you wished that they'd still be alive, and that you’d find them no matter what.

You and Soobin got up after what seemed like a couple of hours, but you were fully rested. You did as much as you could in order to get ready, and you followed Soobin downstairs and back to the diner.

"I'm not completely sure how to get to level two, but I've heard rumors that it's just through another door in the warehouse." Soobin explained. "We just have to find it."

Knowing how long it took you to get here through the warehouse, you dreaded how long it was going to take for you to find this other door to level two. You both approached the door where you were previously yanked in by Soobin in the back of the diner.

"You don't have anyone you want to say bye to or anything?" You asked him. Since he's lived here for a while, he had to at least make friends. He shook his head.

"Not anymore." He said, leaving you confused, but you decided to not press on it any further. He put his hand on the knob of the door, and you saw how he shook ever so slightly. Looking at his face, he looked borderline terrified of walking out of this door. You could understand why.

"I can walk out, first." You said, gently removing his hand from the door knob, and turning it. Soobin stood behind you as you walked through the door into the foggy warehouse. You didn't notice this before, but now you noticed the abrupt change in temperature. It was so warm in Tom's Diner, but in the warehouse, it was chilly.

Soobin followed you through the door, and you closed it, completely blocking out the sounds coming from the diner, and leaving the both of you in silence in this seemingly infinite space.

"I haven't been this cold in a long time." Soobin said, breaking the silence.

"You shouldn't have stayed there for so long." You said, and he didn't reply. "We should just follow along this wall. It probably goes on for miles. If we do this, then we probably won't be so lost. Does the warehouse completely surround the Trader's Keep?"

"That's what they say." He said. "But I'm not sure. Sorry."

"It's fine." You shrugged. "Let's get going. I can't stand being in this empty place for much longer."

Soobin nodded, and then you were on your way down the wall of this warehouse. You were getting further and further from the entrance of the diner, and you could tell that Soobin was getting more antsy along the way. It occurred to you that this was just how you acted when you first entered the back rooms. Even though the antsiness is still there for you, it has toned down a bit. The Trader's Keep was Soobin's home, and now, he's going back into danger. He should've never gotten comfortable, but you’re sure he knew that now.

"I forgot to ask," You spoke. "What exactly is so important about almond water? I see this everywhere."

"Ah, almond water is very important here. They say that you drink it if you feel that you are going insane, which is common here." Soobin said. "That's why there's much more insanities than other entities, unfortunately."

You nodded in understanding. "I have another question...how did you know that the people who came from level infinity have these...powers?"

"Well, when Jisoo and I were in the back rooms, we were attacked by some weird entity with multiple limbs," He said, and you immediately thought back to the thing that attacked you. "They call them clumps. While it was chasing us, it grabbed a hold of Jisoo. It was as if...as if she suddenly changed once she was grabbed. Her hands changed into huge sharp claws with black tips, and she nearly killed the clump. Then I remembered that she chose the character with the claws when we were playing the game. I thought it could happen to just her, but after a while in the back rooms, we saw a room that was pitch black. We thought that it was a way out, but it wasn't. I don't know exactly what was in there since it was so dark, but I was sure that Jisoo and I were going to die. But, whatever entity was in there...I somehow scared them off. I didn't even do anything, or at least I don't remember doing anything, but Jisoo said that my face changed and even she was scared."

"I'm guessing it only comes out when you're in immediate danger." You said.

"That's what I think."

"Maybe it's different for everyone, though?" You frowned. "While I was getting chased by a clump in the back rooms, I never changed. I simply managed to run into a wall and then no-clip here."

"Oh? That's peculiar..." He said. "How long were you in the back rooms?"

"Not long. It felt like I was there for a couple hours."

"Really? For me, it felt like months of roaming around." He sighed. "You're lucky..."

"I don't think anyone who was unfortunate enough to end up in the back rooms was lucky." You shrugged. "But we're lucky enough that we at least survived level zero-"

You suddenly stopped when you almost tripped over a crate that appeared out of nowhere. You got deja vu from the first time this happened to you.

"A crate!" You said in slight excitement. "There could be something good in here."

"How do these things just appear out of nowhere?" Soobin asked and you shrugged, shoving the crate open to look at what was inside. You paused, looking at something that would practically be gold here.

"Soobin..." You said, grabbing the object and showing it to him with a smile on your face. His eyes nearly bulged out of his head.

"A g-gun?" He said. "Are those allowed here? I've never seen someone have a gun..."

"Who cares what's allowed? You're not in the Trader's Keep, anymore." You said. "This is going to be much more useful than a sword and a bow and arrow."

"You're right, but...do you know how to use a gun?"

"Well...no, but it can't be that hard." You shrugged. You looked through the rest of the crate, seeing ammo for the gun, almond water, as per usual, and small snacks. You stuffed everything in both of our bags, the bags starting to get heavy. "If we end up approaching another crate, we'll only have to take what's important. these bags can't get any more heavier."

You moved on from the crate, going on an endless route. The door will probably show up when you least expect it. In the meantime, at least you could find out about this Soobin character in order to start trusting him more. Who knows, he could've been a Jerry supporter.

"So...what prompted you to play the game?" You asked him.

"Level Infinity? Ah...I actually found the game in my basement one night." He said. "I was curious about it, so I researched it, and I eventually was led to the dark web. Technically, I knew what playing the game would lead to, but I thought it was all just rumors to scare people. So I called Jisoo to play it with me, and then everything just went downhill from there. What about you?"

"I was at a sleepover with two of my friends when one of them pulled the game out," You said. "I knew nothing about any of this, but I played the game anyway, so I wouldn't be left out. Stupid boys...no offense."

"None taken." Soobin chuckled. "What characters did they choose?"

"One chose the weird tentacle one, and the other chose the one with the claws." You said. You could feel yourself growing sad at the thought of them. Maybe wherever they are, they're thinking of you, too. Soobin seemed to notice the sorrowful silence between the both of you.

"Don't worry. We'll find them." He said, and you nodded. Honestly, you couldn't feel much reassurance from him since you were the one who had to reassure him that you guys wouldn't die out here. Yet, you appreciated the effort. "(Y/N)!" You looked at him to see what was the hold up. He was looking at something with wide eyes as he stopped in his tracks. You followed where he was looking and you froze as well upon seeing a small blue macaw just standing there, looking straight at you.

"Uh..." You gulped. "Is that...?"

"Jerry? Yes." Soobin said.

"What do we do?" You asked, feeling utterly useless in this situation.

"Well, Jerry isn't that b-bad when his followers aren't near..." He said. "We either run, or...we tame him."

"Tame him? How does that work?"

"I heard he likes almond water and seeds. We have no seeds, but we have plenty of almond water." He said, then he reached into your bag while you stood there trying to make sense of the matter. It didn't feel like you were in any danger at the moment, as Jerry barely moved, his eyes still on you. You wondered why this bird was just here in the first place. He didn’t meet your expectations of such a dangerous entity. He was kind of cute...

Soobin retrieved the water from your bag and he stood there for a second with shaking hands before he unscrewed the bottle and slowly walked over to Jerry.

"What are you doing?" You asked him, slightly panicking. "D-didn't you say we couldn't touch him?"

"I won't touch him." He said. "I heard if you gave him almond water or seeds then he won't try to make you worship him."

"That's what you heard. How do you know if that's true?"

"I don't...but we'll see now." He was within two steps of Jerry and he slowly crouched down, holding the tip of the water bottle to the blue bird. Jerry tilted his head Soobin's way and after a couple of seconds, the bird lowered his beak into the bottle and began to drink the water. You saw a smile grace Soobin's features, and you relaxed a little bit. Maybe he was right.

You suddenly heard the flapping of the bird's wings as he perched on Soobin's shoulder, startling you. Soobin froze, still crouched on the ground as Jerry sat on his shoulder.

"Soobin?" You muttered. "Are you okay?" You hoped that Soobin wasn't suddenly a Jerry worshipper. You didn't want to lose him as quickly as you found him.

"Uh...I think so." He slowly stood up, side eyeing the bird. "I think I'm fine for now."

You breathed a sigh of relief. "Now what?"

"I don't know." He said. "I guess we'll just wait until he goes back home. In the meantime...don't touch him. I think it'll be bad for you if you do."

"I wasn't planning on doing so, anyway." You walked over to the opposite side of the shoulder that Jerry was resting on so you could stay far but close at the same time. You guys continued walking once again.

"Jerry's kind of cute, don't you think?" Soobin said, smiling.

"Yeah...I guess that's how he gets his worshippers." You chuckled.

"Jerry!" You heard someone scream, then you heard quick footsteps running your way. You turned around, seeing a woman who looked to be in her 30s with a distressed look. "Jerry, my savior! I thought we had lost you! Thank you brother, thank you sister, for watching our dear Jerry." She said, addressing the both of you. You guys looked at each other with wide eyes. "All hail Jerry. How long have you two been worshippers of Jerry?"

"We're not worshippers of Jerry-"

"(Y/N)!" Soobin said with a panicked expression. You looked at him in confusion, wondering why what you said was wrong before you saw the woman's face go awry.

"You are...not...worshippers of…Jerry?" She said slowly, her face falling.

"N-no, we are...a-all hail Jerry?" Soobin tried to reduce the woman's anger, but she ignored it, already sold on the fact that we weren't worshippers of the bird.

"WHAT HAVE YOU DONE!?" She screamed. "HOW DARE YOU TAME JERRY! YOU HORRENDOUS PIECES OF SHIT, I'LL KILL YOU FOR WHAT YOU'VE DONE! JERRY IS NOT MEANT TO BE TAMED!"

Suddenly, Jerry flew away, as if his job was done, and the woman launched herself at the both of you. Soobin yelped as the woman pushed him harshly to the ground, and you quickly took action. You tried to pull the woman off of him as she clawed at his face as if she were a dog. She was surprisingly strong for her small body frame, but with much strength, you finally pushed her off. You’ve never had experience with fighting before, or defending yourself or others. You were afraid that this woman was really out to kill you two, all because you didn't worship a damn bird.

Soobin laid on the ground, holding his scratched up face in pain. The woman then decided that you were her next target. Before she could get her hands on you, you swiftly dodged her, throwing a jab right at her face once she turned around to get you. The punch was painful for her and for you, and there wasn't much strength behind it. It only stalled her for a couple of seconds, but you used that little bit of time to kick her in the abdomen. Since your legs were stronger, that sent her to the ground, coughing up spit and blood.

"(Y/N)!" Soobin cried from the ground. You looked over at him, concerned. Then he threw the gun you acquired from before at you, the piece of metal skidding across the floor and right at your feet. Without thinking much further, you picked it up, your hands shaking, nearly dropping it back on the ground.

You looked at the woman, as she was quickly recovering. It then occurred to you that you’d have to kill her. If you wanted you and Soobin to be alive, she'd have to be dead. The worst thing you’ve ever killed in your life was a rat that infested your home, but now to kill another human? You pointed the gun at her, most likely looking like an inexperienced child. She was almost fully up, but even with how slow she was, you had a hard time aiming correctly.

"Shoot her!" You heard Soobin yell. "Hurry!"

"I-I'm try-trying!" You yelled in a wavering voice. The woman was getting closer and closer, and you hesitantly put your finger over the trigger, but not on it. Shoot her, dammit!

"YOU MONSTERS!" The woman screamed, nearly sprinting at you. Before your panic could truly set in, you suddenly felt a hand over yours, pushing your finger to press the trigger. An ear piercing gun shot rang through the air, and the crazed screaming of the bird worshipper suddenly stopped. There was complete silence.

You didn't notice that your eyes were shut tightly, but once you opened them, you saw the image of the woman on the ground, laid lifeless with a gunshot wound right through her neck. Blood spilled out in gushes, creating a large puddle of blood on the floor. It was the most horrifying thing you’ve seen so far. An unexpected sob came from your throat as tears started to spill. You had just killed someone.

"I'm so sorry..." You sniffed, dropping the gun. "Everything's my fault...I-I killed her."

"N-no, (Y/N), it was me," Soobin tried reassuring you, wiping your tears. "I killed her,(Y/N). Don't cry, please. It...it was necessary."

"None of this was necessary," You argued. "I dragged you out here just because I was too scared to be alone, a-and, look what happened. I should've just died in the back rooms."

"(Y/N), look at me." Soobin held your shoulders and your eyes met his. This is the sternest you’ve seen him look. He had bloody scratches over his cheeks, but he didn't seem to mind at all. "You didn't drag me here. I came out by my own choice, and for a good reason, too. If we ever have to die here, we only die fighting. L-like this poem I read in high school," His eyes started darting around again, a big change from his stern demeanor before. You found it to be quite funny despite your recent actions. "Rage against death. W-we shouldn't just accept it, or want it to happen. We have to rage against it. Many people don't get this far. In order to get this far, someone, or something, has to die. We must get used to it because...I'm sure this won't be the only person we'd have to kill."

You nodded, agreeing with his small speech while wiping the rest of my tears. You found your eyes to be trailing back to where the dead woman was.

"Don't look at her." Soobin said, your attention quickly changing back over to him. "It'll be bad if you do. Let's just keep moving."

And so you did. You didn’t think you’d ever forget this moment, but you didn’t think that you should. Soobin was right. You’d only have to kill more in order to live here, so you might as well get used to it. Once this gun runs out of ammo, then you���d have to resort to killing in manual ways. This time, your enemies would die slowly and painfully. You tried not to think about it. You tried so hard all throughout the time you were walking through the warehouse.

You tried for so long, however long that may have been, but it was up to the amount of time that you finally approached a grey metal door, nestled right in the corner of the warehouse.

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Always by your side || Luke Patterson

Chapter eight~ they can hear us?

people grow together through darkness. does this band will make it without their most important human being.

After years will everything keep the same?

Luke patterson x oc

2020

Alex was back in the studio as Luke and Reggie set their old instruments back on the ground floor.

"What are you doing?" His voice interrupted the movements the others did, they turned and analyzed his features. His reddish eyes and cheeks. Even his nose was colored in a light red.

"Did you cry, again?" Reggie requests.

"No..no, I was just walking around and and then all in a sudden I was hit by this ball," his hands formed to ball as he gestures the scene.

"That's a no. You did" Luke argued.

"It doesn't matter" he shrugged his shoulders and sat down.

They began to pay a few chords.

"The whole neighborhood could hear you. I thought I told you to leave" their jam session was interrupted by Julie.

"Wait, people can hear us play?"

"Yes! and so did my dad and my brother!"

"W-w-wait.." Alex stutters.

"So, only you can see us, but everyone can hear us?" He continues.

"I mean what kind of ghost are we?" He requests.

I have to tell Will about this. But no I can't she lied to me.

"Who cares, man? People can hear us" Luke repeats.

"We might be dead but our music isn't" the boyband fist pumps each other.

Then an older man enters the garage.

"Dad," she exclaims.

"Hey. Just making sure you're okay," he remarks.

"Yeah I'm fine. I just had to turn off the CD player."

"Wait that's the junk that was in the loft?" He points towards the instruments.

"Junk?" Luke questions. The man walked over to Alex drums and his palms meeting it.

"Some of this stuff's in pretty good shape," he tinkles the cymbals.

"Hey, maybe we can make a couple bucks."

"What? Yo, stop touching my drums. Tell him to stop touching my drums" Alex tells her but she shrugged her shoulders.

"I liked that song you had on,"

"Sweet. We're sunset curve"

"Tell your friends"

"It's just an old CD I found," she remarks.

"Well, still it's nice that you're playing again," her father said.

"Out here you can play whatever you want, whenever you want," he raises his hands which float right through Reggie and Luke.

"Oh! That's nice!" Reggie

"Stay out of this," she hissed.

"I..I'm sorry honey. I didn't," he stutters. She tries to deny it stumbling over words. She pulled the older man to the door and they talked under four eyes.

"He likes our song," Luke states as they were alone again.

"Oh yeah he doesn't count. He's a dad," Alex insisted.

"Why can't you guys be normal ghost?"

"My sis.." Alex whispers and stops mid sentences.

"Hang out in old mansions. I hear Pasadena's fine." She storms out.

"I think she's warming up to us,"

"Yeah, I've always wanted to go to Pasadena," Reggie.

Luke left the two boys and made his way to the young girl. Alex and Reggie followed shortly after, eavesdropping their conversation, saying their sorry when she mentioned the passing of her mother.

"I'm sorry. I.. I lost my sister just months before I died,"

"Oh okay, but it's all right"

"You guys haven't seen her anywhere, have you?" Alex couldn't move his breath trapped in his lungs.

"Um I.. I didn't seen her but it.. it was dark around. No.. no I mean you're kind of the the first person we've seen," he catches the right thought.

"Yeah, but she's not dead, so it doesn't answer her question," Reggie argues.

"Yeah. I think she knows what we mean," Alex shoot back.

"I'm sorry for your loss"

"Thanks."

"Sorry I got mad. You guys are kinda good" she continues after a moment.

"Kinda?" Luke's right eyebrow raises up.

"Y-y-you know that's like 25 years of rust just getting dusted off," he explains.

"Yeah. Do you play the piano too?" Reggie asks. The memories of Sabrina sitting at the piano float to their minds.

"No. No, I don't play. That was my mom's stuff in there"

"No way. She's an amazing songwriter," just like Brina used to be, he compliments.

"She was," the girl agreed.

"Wait, how would you know?"

"There's a song on the piano. If it's hers.."

"Your mom was really talented," he went on.

Silence fell over the group and before Julie walked back in she turned around.

"I guess.. if you need a place to stay, you can stay in there. There's a bathroom in the back and a couch that's turns into a bed if you still use any of that stuff," she explains.

"Dibs on the shower!" Reggie shouts.

"I just really like showers and sometimes the occasional bath," he continues.

"This.. this is just too weird. Yeah," without another word she left.

Alex began to squeal as she was out of reach and they began to chuckle.

The boys sat under the sign of the Orpheum as Sabrina rushed on the streets to find a place to stay. Their graze was directed in her direction but they didn't seem to notice her. The next second the group was on the sidewalk as well.

A tall person walked through her but bummed into Alex.

That's weird. How's that possible?

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A LunaTic and her Gunn (Part 85 Xs1)

"Day 12: Chicago"

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Considering how intoxicated they got all day and night yesterday, it's surprising that Luna and Colson are awake before any kind of knock hits their hotel room door. It's probably because of the uncomfortable, tangled positions they'd found themselves in from last night.

Getting comfortable at the top of the bed, they snuggle together. Colson running his fingers through her golden hair as they talk about different things. He wants to fly his tattoo guy out to meet them in Kansas City on Thursday.

"Think it'll hurt?" Colson asks Luna about the head tattoo he wants.

"Hmmmmph...." Luna giggles to herself.

Remembering the pain, Luna touches the back of her head. Just above the divit that slopes into her neck, at the very base of her skull, about three fingers wide and long, she has the replica of an old CA license plate tattooed there. Instead of numbers, it has the word WARD, like a vanity plate. A registration sticker sits expiring in the bottom right corner on June of 1999. The hidden piece is the only ink Luna has for her mother.

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Known as Lizard or Izzy. Patti and Robert never named their daughter. The forgotten baby was named by a nun in the orphanage she was raised in. Never being adopted and always a ward of the state, Luna's mother's name legally became Elizabeth Ann Ward. Patti feeling immense guilt when her daughter contacted her regarding her grandchild, she legally changed Luna's name as soon as she adopted her after Izzy's death. The marking being the first tattoo Luna ever got. Never forgetting her true home. Or that first sense of insatiable pain. Always keeping her hair long, only three other people know that she has it. One of them being the artist. Colson isn't one and neither is her grandmother. Having gotten it done the summer she turned 14yrs old with Jackson and Opie, the undercut grew out just enough by time she'd come home to NY. That wasn't the only first for Luna in The Summer of 2005. That same year, Jackson got his first bike, teaching her how to ride and handle a gun. It was also the first time Luna ever had sex. Popping her cherry with Jackson on a warm late July night. It had been a wild summer filled with surprises, love and rebellion. Luna gaining and losing many different things in those three months. Springing into action a long series of events.

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"YEAH. On the back of your skull? You're gonna feel that vibration through your teeth, eyes, ears... It's gonna hurt like a Motherfucker." Luna says with a smile playing on her lips.

"Shit, I didn't think of it like that..." Colson admits, not noticing Luna's detail.

"You'll be fine. Don't act like you don't like a little pain." Luna lifts up, biting his lip.

"Mmm... " Colson pulls Luna into him.

Kissing her deeply, Luna feels her body flush. Pushing up and climbing on top of him, she pins him down against the bed. Lightly biting along his neck. Each one a little harder as she makes her way to his nipples. Making Colson laugh and squirm as she drags her hands down his body as she bites his tattooed sides and stomach.

Holding his hard dick and excited eyes, Luna licks the bottom of him from base to tip with her wide, sopping tongue. Keeping his eyes in place with her antagonizing blue, Colson groans out. She gives him a wicked smile and a devious look before she lightly squeezes his cock and sinks her teeth into the meat of his thigh. Hard but not too hard.

"Ahh!! You fucking bitch!" He jerks. Laughing, while grabbing her. Colson carefully lifting and flipping Luna on to her back. "I'm gonna fuck you up!" He claims as she giggles.

Holding her down, with one large hand planted in the middle of her chest with a long arm, Colson slips his tongue up through the warm folds of Luna's pussy. Tasting peaches, he smiles before biting her back on her thigh.

"Motherfucker!!" Luna shrieks

Colson throws both of her legs over his shoulders. Coming back up to her face, he presses his tongue into her mouth. Aggressively kissing her as he holds her down.

Enjoying his dominance, Luna finds his cock with her hands. Grabbing it, she shifts her hips as she guides him inside. Pulling his blonde hair back, making him groan out as he starts to fuck her.

"Jesus FUCKING Christ, Loons!!" Colson growls into her ear, as he pulls out of her grasp to gnaw on her neck.

Luna claws the tops his arms, keeping her left leg straight. Her right leg grips his neck, curve of her foot resting perfectly on the back of his head. Driving into her deeply. Colson and Luna buck against each other hard as their teeth nip and hands grab at each other's bodies.

"Fuck. Oh, Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, FUUUUCK MEEEE!!!" Luna cries as Colson happily follows directions.

Making them both cum. Dropping her legs from his shoulders, Colson stays between them. Laying on Luna's right collarbone. He can see the bandage for her gunshot wound.

"Fuck..." His stomach churns as he looks in the other direction. Hating everything about it.

"Do you need a dress?" Colson pops his head up after a moment.

"A dress?" Luna asks, confused.

"Yeah... For the wedding. Shit. I guess you need two, hunh? He moves off of her to lay on his side.

"Awww..." Luna kisses his sweet lips. "Yeah... I uh, I don't know yet. I have an idea of what I want... But... I don't know... You?" She asks.

They haven't made any solid plans regarding either event. The only thing in place is their word, a twisted guitar string, an already scheduled festival and an almost dual residency for one of them. All with the idea of being legally married sometime next month.

"Don't you dress me?" Colson honestly asks her.

"Are you fucking five?" Luna asks him with a gnarly look. "Am I supposed to dress you?" She gives him a terrified look.

Both of them laugh, neither knowing what the fuck they're doing. THIS is gonna be a hot mess, they agree.

"We need help." Luna admits. "At least for after TownHall... We can wing EstFest."

Colson agrees with her again. They want to have a gathering afterwards at The Cleveland House for those who attend the small ceremony.

Wrapping his arm around Luna, pulling her into his chest, Colson kisses her head.

"We're getten' married, Kitten." He hums into into the top of her head.

Luna smiles, resting deeper into him. A wave of euphoria washing over her. A happy Yup escaping her lips. Neither of them ever expecting this in their lifetime. Colson a forever player. Luna thinking her heart was broken.

Hearing the knock, they get up. Burning and banging it out again in the shower. Luna snorting Percocets as Colson rails his own Adderalls.

Passing joints back and forth as they get dressed. Colson in loose grey pants and a Metallica shirt. Luna in all black skinnies and a tank.

Sliding on her red Vans, she pulls on the red baseball hat and her leather. Colson slapping her ass as she yelps walking out the door.

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Colson's playing a sold out show at the Aragon Ballroom tonight.

As The Crew and Tech finish setting up, Luna and everyone hangs out in the parking lot. Most of them boarding around. All of them burning.

Luna stops as she feels her phone ring. It's her grandmother. Leaning up against the wall, Luna takes it.

"Hey Mom-Mom..." She greets Patti.

Patti asks Luna how the tour's going. Luna telling her Wild, like any other. Her Mom-Mom always appreciating Luna's candidness. They go on to touch base that Luna spoke to her therapist, Kylie, last week. She reassures her grandma that she did and will this week also. With that Patti cuts to the chase. She wants Luna to do her a favor. Luna hates her grandmother's favors.

"Seriously, Mom-mom?" Luna sighs with annoyance.

Patti wants her to fly out to NY next Tuesday and appear on Ellen. Always thinking her connections are the right move for her granddaughter's career. It's exactly how Luna ended up on Riot Records.

"What if Ash isn't available?" Luna tries to wiggle out of it.

Her grandmother pisses her off when she tells her that's Just Fine, Ellen wants to interview her, not Ashley.

"What the FUCK, Mom-mom? You know I don't like doing interviews. And on fucking daytime TV. You gotta stop doing this shit to me, Man. Did I not just flip shit in my room over feeling too looked at.....? You fucking suck right now....." Luna complains.

Pressing on Patti tells her it's good exposure for Nightmare and her cause. That Luna knows Ellen as a family friend and that she won't cross any boundaries. Sometimes she can be an old dick.

"Yeah. Clearly you've never watched her show." Luna angrily retorts. "I'll do this one, but Mom-Mom, that's IT. DO NOT commit me to anything else before asking me first." Pressing it even further, Luna throws in a zinger. "What did you always tell me?... Hm? Not to ASSUME anything... because it makes an Ass outta You and Me.... Next time, I'm gonna say No and you're gonna be mad when you look like an Asshole." Luna tells the older woman.

Blowing Luna's threats off, her grandmother tells her to watch her for the producers phone call and that she'll see her when she gets home. They exchange I Love Yous and GoodByes before hanging up. Still leaning against the wall, Luna grabs her skateboard and looks down. Thinking about her conversation with her grandmother.

"This is fucking bullshit.... I don't wanna fucking go on TV.... Ahhhhh!!!" Her brain screams. "Ash better be able to fucking come."

Calling Ashley, she can't. She'll be in Europe somewhere with Dom. Luna zones out of the conversation once she doesn't hear what she wants.

"MOTHERFUCKER.." Is all she can think.

Colson had noticed when Luna had first stopped skating. Looking over at her again, he stops himself. Holding his board, he watches her. She seems irritated by whoever's on the phone.

"Nobody better be fucking with her." He thinks, dropping his deck to skate over to Luna. "And it better not be fucking Tommy.... Or Jackson..." Colson can feel a fire lighting in his belly.

"What's up, Kitten?" He asks.

Gliding up to her, as he stops. One foot on his board, the other on the ground. Letting her's rest against her leg as wraps his long arms around her body.

"My fucking grandmom booked me on Ellen next Tuesday and Ash can't go with me." Luna complains into his chest.

"Shit? Again without asking?" Colson pulls her out of his chest.

"Yeah..." Luna sighs.

"Come're." Colson tells her.

They both let their boards go as he lifts her up. Luna wraps her arms and legs around his naked upper body. Burying her face into his neck. Inhaling his sweet aroma. The mixture of coffee, weed and his deodorant makes her nipples hard.

"I fucking hate when she does this." She whines.

"I know, Kitten." Colson comforts her as he kisses the side of her hat. "You just performing or you gotta sit down too?" He asks.

"I gotta sit dooowwn..." Luna continues to pout.

Colson can't help but chuckle. Luna tells him to Shut Up as her phone rings again. It's another NY number.

Sliding off of him, she takes the call as he skates off. Giving her a minute. It's the producers from The Ellen Show. They want Luna to perform Nightmare and THAT Type along with an interview. Luna agrees to all but THAT Type. She refuses to continue fueling this Bleta flame. Guaranteeing she'll have something for two sets, Luna unhappily hangs up.

"And now I gotta write a whole new FUCKING song...." Luna thinks, annoyed.

Flipping her deck over she goes to find Sam. She's rail sliding, ollieing and skating around the parking lot with Colson, Rook and Baze. Luna decides against saying anything at the moment. Choosing to rip her emotions out using the trucks beneath her feet instead.

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Inside the ballroom, Colson goes over last minute specifics with Tech before he hits a light rehearsal with The Band.

They don't really need it, but they like to check the acoustics in new venues. Watching from SideStage, Colson asks Luna if she wants to try out What I Got.

"Yeah, why not? I wanna play lead on this one though." Luna says, tossing off her hat with her leather.

Walking over, she picks up a guitar and slides the strap over her shoulder. Striking it. She begins to play a different song with her own lyrics.

🎶Luna's 26yrs old🎶

🎶But Tuesday🎶

🎶She'll be a whore🎶

🎶Even though she already🎶

🎶Knows🎶

🎶It's fucking the wrong way🎶

Luna stares at Colson as she snarls at the next lyrics. She's still pissed at her grandmother.

🎶Don't be afraid🎶

🎶In the quickness🎶

🎶You get laid🎶

🎶For your family🎶

🎶Get paid🎶

🎶It's the Fucking wrong way🎶

Letting the guitar hang off of her, Luna sighs. Arms rests on the Fender. The 30s and time help Luna not notice the light pain in her shoulder. Colson walks over and kisses her forehead.

"I don't think that's really a duet, Kitty." He says with a small smile.

"I know..." Luna sighs again. "I'm just frustrated. I gotta come up with a second song by Tuesday."

Leaning the top of her her head into his chest as the instrument separates them. He rubs her back asking her Why. Understanding when she explains not wanting to use THAT Type.

"What about the one you sent me? Brooklyn Bitch?" He asks, lifting her face by the chin.

Looking up at him she says No, pulling away. Hands flittering in frustration. She'd have to change too many things and it's the complete opposite tone and message of Nightmare. Whatever it is, it needs to send it's own independent, strong musical statement. Another reason she doesn't want to use THAT Type, it's negative as all hell towards women and so far removed from Luna's platform. She needs something new. Something to hold hands with Nightmare. Sighing again, she places her head back against Colson's bare chest.

"Wanna put figuring out a cover on hold for a sec? So you can write this one?" He asks.

Looking up again, she asks If He Minds. Shaking his head, Colson leans down to kiss Luna. Lifting the guitar from around her neck.

"Come on... Lemme get you high, Baby Girl." He smirks.

Slapping her ass. He grabs one cheek, holding it tightly as they walk across stage.

Rolling her eyes, she feels her pussy swell from his grasp. Luna loves the way he man handles her sometimes, even distracted.

"I fucking hate when you call me that." She complains.

There is ONE person who calls Luna Baby Girl and they're the highest on her shit list.

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Sitting on one of the couches on The Bus, Colson fires Luna up a joint. Handing it to her, he lights his own. Slouching down, Luna hits it as she kicks off her Vans. Swinging herself around, Luna lays back on the couch as she places her legs across his lap.

Colson slips her socks off and starts rubbing her slender feet. Pressing his large thumbs into her balls and high arches. Both still getting high. Luna closes her eyes, running her left foot over Colson's semi until he can't stand it anymore. Fully hard, he looks over at her asking Yeah to her smirk and shrug.

"YEAH!!" Colson shouts as he pounces on her.

Tickling and kissing her all over, Luna wiggles and laughs as they try to undress each other. Scooching all over the couch. Colson pulls her skinny jeans off and throws them across The Bus.

"Was that really necessary?" Luna laughs.

"Yes." Colson confirms as he dives back on to her.

Kissing and teasing each other, they wrestle around on the couch. Luna squirms too far off it, taking them both down onto the floor with a THUD.

With more space to control her, Colson bites Luna's neck as he dips his cock inside of her. Luna thrusts her hips up into him as she moans out in pleasure. They're tongues play in each other's mouths as they move their bodies together. Pulling back, Colson grins down at Luna.

"Told you I'd fuck you on the floor." He smirks.

"You motherfucker!" Luna bursts.

Gripping his waist with the leg wrapped around it, Luna pushes off with her right. She rolls them over using her right arm as leverage and left for force. Popping his dick back inside of herself once she's on top, she pulls up her right knee to protect her new crab. Dropping her hips and left leg, Luna pushes Colson all the way inside of her. Pressing on his chest with her hands, she rocks her hips in a titled circle.

"Who's fucking who on the floor now, C!" Luna taunts his groans.

"You're such a fucking biitchh..." He growls, enjoying her pussy controlling his cock.

"Yeah. But you love this fucking BITCH, don't you?" Luna provokes Colson while riding him faster. "Don't you."

Colson grips her hips tighter with a loud Yes. Bucking hard against him, they're both on the verge of cumming.

"Say it." She demands.

"I FUCKING LOVE YOU, YOU FUCKING BITCH!!" Colson shouts as Luna fucks him with authority.

"FUCK YEAH, YOU DO!!" She cries out before they both cum. "Holy Fuck balls, Bunny...."

Luna pants, dangling her head backwards as she leans her hands on his thighs. Still grinding into him. Colson admires her heaving chest and enjoys her warm pussy and soft moans.

She's startled when he comes flying up, wrapping his arms around Luna's body when he hears The Bus doors open. Quickly tucking her inside of him, she's not sure what's going on until she hears his firm YO.

Next comes a "Bullet? What the fuck, DUDE? Why... You know what.... Get the fuck out, I'll be talk to you in a minute." Colson says to whomever walked onto The Bus.

"Who the hell was that?" Luna asks once he releases her.

Colson runs his hands through her hair. Pulling her in for another kiss.

"My boy, Bullet... Come on, let's get dressed. I'll introduce you." He tells her before he kisses her again.

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"MY MAN!!" Colson exclaims dapping and hugging a large bald man.

The guy is HUGE. Benny and Colson are the same height but Benny's got an easy 150lbs on Colson. This dude that Luna's watching, has at least another three inches on them both. An easy fifty pounds if not more of solid muscle on Benny. He's not huge, this man is a mountain.

"Kitten!" Colson catches her attention. "This is Bullet. Bullet, meet Luna Smith, THAT Brooklyn Bitch. And as of next month my fucking WIFE." He grins with pride.

"Hi!" Luna gives the man a bright smile as she shakes his hand. "How do you guys know each other?" She asks.

Colson explains how Bullet is his other bodyguard.

"Ooohh... They called in you cause of OUR reckless asses." Luna calls him right out, putting two and two together.

"Naaahhhh..." Bullet shakes his head with a smirk.

"Mhhm... Well, at least we greeted you with a fucking bang-bang." She snarks, making Colson and Bullet erupt into laughter. "I gotta start working on this song. Catch you in a bit?" Luna asks as she kisses Colson.

He nods in agreement, kissing her back as she tells Bullet It's A Pleasure. Heading off to find Sam.

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"Imma like this one..... She's a little pistol." Bullet thinks of his first impression of Luna. Noticing how Kells had stopped to cover her tattooed body when he walked in on them. He'd never done that before with any other female Bullet's walked in on him with. Just kept on fucking. "If she is what they say she is, I guess I'd wanna keep that ass to myself too." He muses to himself. Acknowledging that Kells's Girl is not only sassy but STACKED as he watches her walk away.

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🎶Did we ask//You for It//When we begged//Was it nice//While we were//Asking for It//Did we beg you twice🎶

Luna's in Colson's dressing room, sitting on the floor with her guitar, notebook, a joint and a pen. She's trying to write a new song. Wanting the same message as Nightmare, but melodic wise is trying to return to her roots. That raw energy. She doesn't want any mixing done. Just to run it straight through. That hard hitting garage feel.

"FUCK.... I'm so glad Sam's already here. I need a fucking bassist..... There's no way I'm pulling Tim in for this....." She thinks as a pain shoots through her heart.

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Luna's original band, Dysfunctional Baggage consisted of four members. Luna on lead guitar and vocals. Justin on rhythm guitar and back up vocals. Sam, obviously being the drummer and Tim, Justin's bestfriend, their bassist. They had formed in 2011. Playing local NYC spots. Doing small East Coast tours. None of them wanting to be famous, having only the need to create music. And they did. A lot. The Band cut four albums on their own before they disbanded in 2015. Justin and Tim's addictions overshadowing their work. That's when Patti pushed Luna onto Riot Records as a solo artist. Locking her into a four year, three record contract. Sam had stuck with Luna as an unsigned artist, not wanting to be pigeonholed but still create with her friend. Having lost Justin within the first year of her contract, the three records sound nothing like Luna. They're very dark and bluesy instead of energetic and empowering. Justin's suicide never going public but Luna's words making it abundantly clear to their fans. It had wreaked her. Had she not been forced to create, she probably would've lost her music also.

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Ashleigh pops her head in.

"You're on in 15, Loon." She informs her.

"FUCK! Okay. Thanks Ash." Luna responds.

Looking at her mess on the floor, she doesn't have time to clean it up. Pulling her clothes off, she dresses for The Stage. Throwing on a corset, booty shorts, thigh highs with a garter, a random flannel and knee high boots.

Keeping her hair loose, she pulls on her leather before heading out to perform with Colson.

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"God DAMN!!!" Colson's mind flashes as he takes Luna's hand, leading her from the piano. "Imma fuck the shit outta that ass TONIGHT." He thinks as he raps to her.

Bouncing around the stage together, playing off one another, Colson feels his dick growing hard as Luna snakes around him. He pulls her into him. Poking her lower back with his raging cock. Reminding her of LA.

🎶Let me paint the picture. Counter in the kitchen. Taking all your clothes off. Findin' my religion. You're my pretty little vixen and I'm the voice inside your head. That keeps telling you to listen to all the bad things I say🎶

They hit the chorus together. How they want each other forever. Throwing their arms up as they laugh and sing about tattooing each other on their bodies to take each other wherever.

The Band exploding around them with lights and smoke. The crowd going wild when Luna grabs Colson's chin. Belting the last chords.

🎶I'm all in🎶

🎶There is no maybe🎶

Colson grabs her ass, pulling her into him for a strong kiss. Their bodies ripping chords on his guitar between them.

"I love you." Colson whispers to her, whipping her around to face the crowd, he holds her against him. Arm around her neck. "Give it up for my soon-to-be Bride, THAT BROOKLYN FUCKING BITCH!!!!" He screams.

Luna grins and shakes her head. Thanking the crowd as Colson kisses her cheek and releases her.

"Kill em, Bunny." She tells him before trotting OffStage.

That's exactly what he does for the next 45mins. Jumping into the crowd, climbing up random shit, performing his fucking heart out.

Luna doesn't bother to head back to the dressing room. Standing in between Sam and Ashleigh, she hits the bottle one hands her. Then a joint from the other. Singing along with them, enjoying the rest of the show.

"Thank you, Chicago!!! You were fucking sick!!!" Colson shouts before coming OffStage after encoring Sail.

Luna throws up a Bye to Ashleigh and a confused Sam as he tosses her over his shoulder. It's a scene her and Ashleigh know all to well.

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"Get that shit off, NOW." Colson demands after setting Luna back down on her feet.

"What 'chou do before me?" She asks as she strips.

"There is no before YOU." He tells her as he scoops her up.

Sliding himself inside of her, Colson presses Luna up against the dressing room door. Sucking all over her neck as he bounces her off of his dick.

Luna cums for him easily with the way he talks to her and the way his cock treats her. Her walls gripping him tight, she makes him cum with her.

Sitting down on the couch, Colson's still inside Luna as she rests her head against his bare chest and neck. Quietly enjoying each other for a moment.

"What do you wanna do tonight?" He finally asks her.

Lifting up, she grins. "Same thing we do every night, Pinky.... Take over the fucking world."

Colson laughs out an I Love You before flipping her into her back and fucking her again on the couch.

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With a school bag full of liquor, drugs and toys, that's exactly what they do. Take over the fucking world as Colson, Luna, Sam, Baze, Rook and Slim rip their boards around DownTown Chicago.

"I didn't know you grind!!!" Luna grins as Slim cruises beside her.

"Bitch, black men do everything!" He laughs.

"Shut the fuck up." Luna tells him with a grin and a shake of the head "Why your bitch ass never come out with us before then, hunh?"

"Cuz I do what I WANT!!!" He laughs mimicking Luna as he pushes off to gain more speed.

"Why wanna be like me???" She teases him, gaining her own speed and sailing past him.

Stopping abruptly, Luna yells "SAMMMMMYYYY!!!"

She's found a park. It may be gated but Luna found a park. The Boys watch as Luna tosses her board and bag over the fence. Next goes Sam's board. Luna's almost up the fence as she reaches down to help her girl.

"I guess we're going to the park..." Colson shrugs after watching The Girls disappear. "Heads up!!!" He yells before tossing his board over to them.

Following suit, Colson and The Boys hop the fence too.

Inside the park, Luna and Sam climb up the jungle gym. Sam finding and sliding down the slide first. Luna going down sideways calling for Squish The Lemon. Everyone one running towards her. Rook and Sam take one set of steps as Slim and Baze find others, running across the jungle gym to the slide. Colson beats them all when he climbs up the side. It only takes Colson's weight to knock Luna off.

Scrambling back up to the top, they hoot and holler as they slide and slam into each other. Knocking each of them to the ground. Luna's stuck between Baze and Rook as Slim comes tumbling down against Sam. It's Colson's force that sends Baze and Luna flying into the air. Both hit the ground laughing.

"YOU WIN!!!!" Luna calls out, not bothering to get up off of the warm summer ground.

"Lezzzzz goooo!!" Sam shouts, pulling her up and towards the swings.

Luna LOVES to swing. It's the ultimate childhood release for her. The six of them all grab a swing, pumping their legs hard as they breeze through the air. Flying high.

"On three, who can make it farthest!!" Baze shouts out the challenge.

Dipping into the air faster as they glide, Baze calls ONE! TWO! THREEEEEE!!!! Sending them all flying into the night sky. Surprisingly, they all land on their feet. Colson winning having lept the farthest. Slim a close second.

"Guess white men can jump." Luna sticks her tongue out at Slim before she grabs Sam's hands and runs off.

Jumping onto the Merry-Go-Round. She calls The Boys over. Slim and Rook jump on with them as Colson and Baze do the hard work of pushing. Running around full force multiple times, they jump on too. Colson grabbing ahold of Luna and a bar as The World spins around them. Laughing as the warm summer air whizzes by them.

All of them lay back, dizzy as the sky starts to move slower. Passing the bottle and multiple joints amongst them.

"Is this the shit you do when you guys disappear??" Slim asks as he hits a joint, enjoying the childishness of the night.

Colson, Luna, Rook and Baze erupt into laughter. Yes. Yes it is.

"I Cone-Fought Loons in Detroit!!" Rook laughs. "I bet I'm the only person in The World who's whooped her ass!!" He states to the others laughter and Luna's Fuck You.

"What fun shit you got in the bag tonight, Looney?" Colson asks.

"Ahhhh... Idk. I think I have a football!!" She pops up off the metal toy.

Digging through her bag, she pulls out a Nerf football to everyone's excitement.

"WORD!!" Slim shouts, jumping up as Luna tosses it to him. "Colson gets Luna so I get Sam..." He starts picking teams.

"Aight.... I get Rookie." Colson agrees, popping up too, pulling Luna up with him.

"What the fuck, yo!?" Baze asks as last pick.

"You wit me Truck, let's rock these Fools!!" Slim reassures him.

Picking goal lines, they can't agree on touch or tackle. The Boys calling touch while The Girls holler Fuck That, Tackle. Colson declaring tackle it is.

They run a couple plays. Luna and Sam displaying that not only can they catch a football but each can also spiral one. Running around competitively against each other, Luna tackles Sam with no thought. Stopping their fourth down.

"FUCKING LUNATIC!!!!" Rook screams in excitement.

If you haven't realized yet, Luna and Rook are tiny people best friends. Both adoring and finding each other hilarious.

They're in the middle of another play when they see lights and hear a Hey.. What Are You Kids Doin'!? Grabbing their boards and Luna's bag all six of them haul ass. Tossing their shit over the fence as they all escape.

Laughing hysterically as they shoot off into the Chicago night. Rounding a few blocks, they slow down. Colson firing up a joint as Baze does too. Luna pulling the bottle of whiskey back out of her bag. They cruise back to the Aragon as they continue to enjoy each other, passing joints and the bottle between them as they continue to get fucked up. Slim happy he came out.

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"Wait. We're outta fucking alcohol???" Luna asks once they're back on The Bus. "How is that possible!??"

It's 2A. There is NO WAY they're hitting the road dry.

"Hold The FUCKING Bus." She directs Colson. "Let's go." She states grabbing Ashleigh and Sam's hands.

Chicago is the joint you wanna be in if you need alcohol late night. After a short search, Ashleigh finds a package store only three blocks away. With the bottle of Jameson still in her bag, Luna demands Ashleigh down it. She needs to be on their level.

Always the responsible one, Ashleigh doesn't mind when Luna demands she cut loose. Pouring the last eighth of the bottle down her throat.

Linking arms, The Girls laugh as they burn a joint trying to follow Ashleigh's GPS. They only get lost for fifteen minutes.

Relieved, giddy and drunk, Ashleigh, Luna and Sam drop to their knees in the whiskey aisle. Praising the Liquor Gods. Not caring who's around.

Each grabbing three handles. Six whiskeys and three tequilas. They head to the counter. Sam and Luna losing their shit when Ashleigh mistakes a Captain Morgan cut out for a person. She's drunk.

"We gotta get you out more, Boo." Luna laughs, throwing her arm around her.

After paying, they stumble down the street. Ducking their heads together as they laugh.

"Take me with yooou next time... I'm so tired of being the Moooooommmm... I had so much fun just being fucked up with you the other day." Ashleigh slurs.

"I got you, Sugar." Luna beams, wrapping her arm around Ashleigh's swinging waist.

They're a block away from the venue, when they're approched by four men.

"What do we have here???" One asks as they circle The Girls.

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To be continued......

[niall-talk]

You wanted everything to be perfect for today. You had planned this day for three weeks. It was hell keeping this news from him, but you wanted to wait for him to be home from tour before you shared the news. You had dropped subtle hints but he would not pick them up.

You had facetimed with his mother to get her Sunday roast recipe that Niall absolutely loved. He asked why you wanted that. “We never fix roast for the two of us.” Your husband of two and a half years questioned your sudden interest in home cooked family meals.

“It's your favorite meal your mother makes. Thought I might need to know it so it will be someone's favorite sometime.” You thought something might click but nope. He was to far into his golf highlights on the TV.

The dvd you had his audiovisual team fix for you was delivered the day before just like they had promised. You had set up a tee time for him and Willie. Niall questioned your reasoning for everything lately. No wine or occasional beer, different food choices “You been on a health kick lately. What's up with ya?”

“Nothing. Just trying to keep us healthy.” You added a little emphasis on the word us and placed a hand on your stomach. You had not started showing any sign of a bump yet. You had been blessed to not have any morning sickness just yet.

“And I love ya for that I do,but kinda miss my wine drunk wife at times.” He moved behind you and slid his bare arms around you sides and pulled your back to his shirtless chest.

You had a spatula in hand that you threatened him with. “If you make me burn these eggs I'm gonna beat you with this.”

“Umm sounds interesting,” he hummed as he kissed below your ear. He didn't play fair; he knew all your weaknesses and he was using two against you. Hugs from behind and the sweet spot behind your ear.

“You're a menace,” you turned your face to his and pecked a kiss to his cheek before you returned to work on the scrambled eggs. “Go on and get the plates please. Oh and a couple bagels for the mini oven.”

He placed one more kiss on your neck before he moved away from you. “Niall do this. Niall do that,” he chuckled as he tried to mimic your tone. “Starting to feel like Cinderella here.”

“Ok Cinderfella,” you were proud of your play on words there, “I think asking for two things is not too much.”

“Is it too much to ask,” he sang out his own lyric. You couldn't help the smile that brought to your lips. You loved to hear him sing anywhere anytime.

After breakfast was devoured Niall headed to your room to get ready for golf. You were in the closet to find an outfit for the day. He joined you as he dressed in his new Nike golf clothes. A gray pair of golf pants matched with a royal blue Nike top. “So what you got planned for the day?” He asked as you slipped on a burgundy top.

“Just some errands today. Going to the market and other boring things.” You tried to act like you didn't have most of the day planned out up to the minute he found out your secret.

You had left before Willie showed up to collect Niall for their day of golf. You had your list of Maura's ingredients for the roast. You checked it four times to make sure you had everything. Back home you set to work on the meal. You knew it had to cook slow and on low heat nearly all day. You facetimed Maura just to make sure that you were doing it right. She laughed at your intensity of making sure every chop and slice was perfect.

“What is going on dear?” She questioned with that motherly tone.

“Just wanted to make sure it was close to being as good as your roast. You know how much he loves it.” It killed you not to tell her. The only people to know were you, the doctor's office and the audiovisual guys. It was self inflicted torture but it would be worth it at the end of the day.

Niall had text you that he and Willie were going to stop for a couple drinks. You text back ok but don't be too long about it. That you had a surprise for him.

As you added the finishing touches to the meal you heard Niall come in. “Honey I'm home,” he loudly announced.

You couldn't help but laugh at him. “I can hear that Dear. In the kitchen.” You called out so he could find you.

He sniffed at the air a time or two and let out a hum like sound. “Smells good in here. What's in the oven?” He made his way to you and kissed your temple.

“Your mother's Sunday roast recipe.” You opened the oven door to show him. The heat and the aroma hit you both and it made even your mouth water. “Almost ready. You go wash up while i get things ready.”

He came back cleaned up and changed into a pair of shorts and a t-shirt. Hair a mess from where he had his cap on most of the day. “Looks like someone got a little sun today.” You kissed his nose as you walked past him to set the table.

“Ah maybe a little. It was a nice sunny day. Just right for a round.” He looked at the table and asked what the special occasion was.

“No reason. Just glad to have you home and want to spoil you a little.” You smiled fondly at your husband; soon to be father of your child.

At dinner you asked Niall what he thought about babies and kids. He laughed, “They are loud, very needy, they stink, and they cannot do a lot till they get older. They are slimy and have grubby little hands.” You could feel your stomach start to churn with sickness. He continued, “and I can't wait to have a liter with you.”

You felt the tension release from your body. “A liter? Really Niall? I'm not a dog or a cat. And I don't want to have that many at one time.”

“Where did this come from?” He asked as he finished his plate. “By the way. This was amazing. Thank you my love.” He leaned over and kissed your forehead.

“Thank you and you are welcome.” You were glad he liked it. “I don't know. I just had a check up at the Doctor the other day we we talked about stuff. How I'm not getting any younger ya know.” You lied.

“So you want a baby? Didn't know if we were ready for one yet.” He replied very nonchalantly. “I mean with me still making music and going on tours. I wouldn't be able to be here to help much when you need it.”

“I know Niall. Trust me I know how crazy and hectic our lives are. But like I said we're not getting any younger.” You stood to clear the table. He helped you and followed you to the kitchen.

“Don't be that way,” he stated. “You know I love ya and if you want a baby then we can work on that.” He placed a kiss to your neck.

“Hey I got you a surprise. It's in the dvd player. Why don't you go get it ready and I'll join you in a minute.” You kissed his lips before you pushed him away.

He did as you asked and you heard the beginning of the dvd. You gave it a few seconds and you heard him call for you.

“Yes dear?” You entered the room to see him with a big smile on his face. The tv screen flashed pictures of the two of you or ones you took of each other. Suddenly there was a cut to an old I Love Lucy clip. Niall looked up at you with confusion all over his face. The old black and white tv show didn't seem to fit with what he had been watching. Ricky read off and announcement: “Dear Mister Ricardo my husband and I are going to have a blessed event. I just found about it today, and I haven't told him about it yet. I've heard you sing a song called “We're having a baby. My baby and me.” If you would sing it now it would be my way of breaking it to him.”

Your eyes blur with held back tears as you wait. You watch Niall as it all sinks in. Ricky starts to sing the song and more pictures play over the song. Pictures of you and him then a picture of a positive pregnancy test. Niall sets there speechless and damn near breathless. Just before the song ends the classic I Love Lucy heart appeared on the screen. It filled in slowly with the following words; We Love Baby Horan. Underneath it reads due June 2019.

Without a sound or warning he is off the sofa and wrapped you in his arms. “Is this? Are you? I mean wow.” He was beside himself right now. He didn't know what to do or say. He hugged you closer and tighter. You heard a sniffle or two and that's when your waterworks started to flow. You cried and he looked into you eyes. He tried to wipe away the tears from your eyes but it was no use. “You are telling me that there is a little one in here,” he moved a hand to cover your stomach. You couldn't find your voice so you just nod as a strangled laugh comes out of your body.

He kissed your lips and whispered back, “I love you.” Then let go and got down on a knee and kissed your stomach. “I love you too little one.”

Niall pulled you into him, and you snuggled in as close as you could. You whispered out to him, “I love you.”

[fanwarriorfictions]

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A Stranger Things 2 Fanfic

Chapter Four- Part Three

   When Phina had gotten home from Steve's house, it was 10 o'clock. And her mother had been waiting for her.

   As soon as the door to the garage had closed behind her, Karen's voice rang out, "where have you been?"

   On the way home, Phina had thought of the perfect lie, and she didn't even look at her mother to deliver it, "Lisle's. We have a chemistry project due tomorrow and we lost track of time."

   "No you weren't," Karen snapped, "I called Lisle, she doesn't even have chemistry this semester. How many times have you used that lie, ten, fifteen? Well I'm done letting it slide, where we're you?"

   "Nowhere important," she replied.

   "Look at me Seraphina," Karen snapped again, "do I look like I'm in the mood for this?"

   Phina's head snapped towards her mothers, "and do I look to be in the mood for this!"

   Karen instantly saw the redness to her daughters eyes, the puffiness. Her daughter had been crying, a lot. Karen was in shock, Phina hardly ever cried, ever. The last time she did, was when they thought Will Byers had died.

   "Phina? What happened, are you hurt?" Karen's anger had dissipated as she hurried over to check her daughter for injuries. "Did you crash your bike? What.."

   "I'm fine mom!" Phina pushes her mothers hands off her. "I just want to go to bed."

   The tone of her voice told Karen that she wouldn't get any answers from Phina tonight, but she knew her daughter well, when she was ready, she would.

   "Ok sweety," Karen sighed, "please come get me as soon as you're ready to talk."

   Phina gave her mom a halfhearted smile as she made her way to the stairs. The weight of the day pressed down on her, so heavy that she almost crumbled beneath the pressure. She almost didn't make it to her door.

   Phina pushed open the door and stopped. Like her mother had been waiting for her down stairs, Mike was waiting for her on her bed.

   "Where have you been," he asks, sounding exactly like their mother.

   "What are you doing up? You should be in bed, you have school tomorrow," she says.

   "So do you," he fires back, "you ran away earlier."

   "Yes."

   He gives her a look, "why? Where did you go?"

   Phina sighs, this is a conversation she wanted to avoid more than the one with her mother. She takes off her shoes and her jacket, taking her sweet time before she has to answer. Mike moves over so she can sit down next to him, turning her body to face him. They watch each other in silence, both of them waiting for the other to speak.

   "I was scared," she finally whispers.

   The look Mike gives her is one of confusion, "why?"

   And the one she gives him is sad, "because I saw the way you all looked at me. Because I looked in each one of your eyes and saw fear, of me. Because I saw what I did. I could have hurt you Mike, I could have hurt all of you. I don't know if I could live with myself if I had."

   Mike's shook his head, "you would never hurt me."

   "Not on purpose," Phina argues, "never on purpose. I lost control Mike. Everyday I find my powers becoming more and more unchecked, and I'm terrified."

   "Stop it," Mike chides her, "if you're scared of yourself, how are you supposed to learn to control it. You can't push it away, that'll just make it worse."

   Phina let her head fall, "what if I can't control it?"

   "You will," Mike argues, "because you are my sister and you never give up, ever. You are the most strong willed person I have ever met and you'll find a way, I know it."

   Phina smiles, "glad to know someone believes in me."

   He smiles back, "of course I do. You're my superhero."

   "And you're mine."

-

   "Phina? Have you seen your brother..."

   Karen opened the door to find her two kids fast asleep. Mike was cuddled into Phina's side, her arms wrapped around him. They had fallen asleep last night before either could think of getting Mike to his own room.

   Karen smiled at the two, who looked peaceful in sleep. She walked over to the bed and gently started to shake Phina awake.

   "Time to get up hun," she said warmly.

   Phina's eyes slowly blinked open, taking in the blurry image of her mother, "hmmm."

   "Good morning," Karen chuckled.

   "Mornin'," Phina mumbled, poking her brother's side.

   He grumbled something inaudibly and turned over to the other side of the bed, out of Phina's arms.

   "If I have to wake up, so do you," Phina chuckles.

   "Not necessarily," Mike mumbled.

   Karen smiled at the two of them, "well breakfast is almost ready."

   Mike turned his head slightly, "breakfast?"

-

   "Do you like those grapes Holly," Mike asks.

   Phina and Mike had both gotten ready quickly after their mom had mentioned breakfast. Phina hadn't eaten since yesterday at lunch, so she was starving, and toast with strawberry jam never sounded better.

   Phina was making her toast now, probably a bit more than necessary but, whatever.

   "Hey mom," Nancy said as she stood up, "I was thinking about staying the night at Stacy's tonight? We were gonna have a girls night."

   Nancy came up behind Phina and stole a piece of toast from her.

   "Hey!"

   "Romantic comedies, do our nails, gossip," Nancy carried on with a little smirk at Phina.

   "Make your own Nance," Phina grumbled halfheartedly.

   "Sure! That sounds fun," Karen said, ignoring Phina.

   Nancy sat down in her spot next to Holly, "toast?"

   Phina whirled around, she was giving Holly the toast she stole from Phina, "really?"

   "You made four pieces of toast," Nancy laughs, "you'll live."

   "You don't know that," Phina jokes, "I could die."

   "Sure."

-

   To say Steve Harrington wasn't focused today was an understatement. He'd been known to the school as King Steve, star basketball player, a womanizer. Well, things changed. And the jean everything wearing, mullet having Billy Hargrove was here to ruin his reputation.

   Steve could vaguely hear the coach yelling but, he wasn't focused on that. He was focused on Hargrove, who had been making a fool out of Steve's team.

   Billy laughs as he gets the ball, again, "all right! All right, all right! King Steve! King Steve everyone, I like it, playing tough today."

   Steve was getting annoyed very quickly, "Jesus! Do you ever stop talking man? Come on!"

   Billy lazily dribbles with one hand, laughing again, "what? You afraid the coach is gonna bench ya now that I'm here? Huh?"

   He suddenly moves forward quickly, not giving Steve any time to prepare. Billy shoulder checks Steve as he runs past him to score. Steve grunts and falls backwards, definitely not the first time he'd been knocked down today.

   A hand reached down in front of him, Billy's. Steve warily grabs it, bad idea. Billy pulls Steve halfway up to him.

   "You were moving your feet," he says, "plant them next time, draw a charge."

   Billy pushes Steve back down roughly, walking over him to get back into the game. Steve couldn't tell if the advice was somewhat friendly, or threatening.

-

   Steve let the lukewarm water run over his face, trying to somewhat come off the adrenaline from the game.

   "Don't sweat it Harrington," Billy said from his right.

   Steve's annoyance shot through the roof just at his voice. The prick had been showing him up in every way since he got here.

   "Today's just not your day man," he continued.

    "Yeah. Not your week," Tommy butts in, "you and the princess break up for one day, she's already running off with the freaks brother."

Steve gave Tommy an annoyed look.

"Oh shit, you don't know," Tommy chuckles, "Jonathan and the princess skipped yesterday. Still haven't shown. But that must just be a coincidence, right?"

Tommy smirks, "I'm mean, you don't seem to be to beaten up about it, considering Carol saw the Freak of Hawkins leaving your house last night. Switching Wheelers, huh? Classy."

Tommy laughs loudly, annoyingly, as he leaves the showers. Steve glares at him as he goes, starting to shampoo his hair

"Don't take it to hard man," Billy interjects, "a pretty boy like you gots nothing to worry about. Plenty of bitches in the sea."

Billy slowly turns off Steve's shower, "am I right?"

He claps Steve on the shoulder, turning to leave the showers as well, "that Phina chick? That's a real nice catch right there, sad I didn't make it first."

Steve's anger flares at the comment. He harshly turns the water back on, his hand stingy when it makes contact with the metal nob.

-

Phina walked briskly to her bike after school, wanting to escape the place as quickly as she possibly could. All day she had been hearing little comments about her. She was used to this type of stuff, and had dealt with no shortage of rumors in the past, but this, this was different. People had been making comments about her, and Steve. Someone must have seen her at his house last night, and assumed the worst.

She had also heard little comments about Jon and Nancy, who had not been at school at all today and has apparently skipped yesterday as well. Again, the worst had been assumed. This is why Phina hated this place, because everything you said or did was turned against you.

Phina got to her bike and was out of there in less than five seconds. She flew past people who stared and whispered to each other. The lies that spread between them like wildfire gripped at her, trying to bring her down. She drove to the only place that didn't have the pressure of judgement, where she was happy, the forests.

She went out far, parking her bike behind a few trees so any cars that passed wouldn't see it. Then, she went farther. Walking at least a mile into the trees. With her connection to the forest, she would never get lost, for the trees whispered directions to her.

The stress that plagued her lifted with each step farther.

That is, until she felt it. The sickness that infected the earth around her. It was like she had entered a quarantine zone, the sickness abruptly starting.

Phina turned her confused gaze to the trees, which were turning a strange gray color, some sort of weird liquid seeping from them. She took a step towards the nearest tree, her hand reached out to touch it. It was a gooy substance that made her face scrunch in disgust.

The color, the goo, it was all to familiar. All to like the upside down. It was happening again.

"Shit."

-

   The sun had faded awhile ago, leaving Phina in the dark. She had followed the path of the disease, which lead back towards town, but not quite. She had left the forest and was now in the farm areas outside of Hawkins. An entire patch of pumpkins had been destroyed by this disease.

   She carefully placed her steps as she walked through the field. The rotten pumpkins were full of that goo and she did not want to get that all over her.

   The sound of an engine in the distance simultaneously drew her in and made her aware that she was trespassing. She drew closer to the noise and a sigh of relief shot through her, it was Hopper.

   In front of the car, was a very large hole, which had dirt flying out of it in small increments of time.

   "Hopper," she asks as she gets closer to the hole, seeing him digging.

   He whirls around, "Phina? What the hell are you doing here?"

   "I could ask you the same thing," she pointed out, "what are you doing?"

   He sighs, "investigating."

   "Does it have something to do with why all my trees are dying," she asks, gesturing around.

   "Possibly," he answers, throwing another shovelful of dirt out of the hole.

   "Why are you digging a hole Hop," she asks.

   He sighs, she wasn't gonna leave without the answers she wanted, "because of Will."

   Phina's heart stops, "is he ok?"

   "He's fine, for the most part," Hopper sighs again, this time, more defeated, "whatever happened to you two yesterday has caused him to, act different. He's been drawing non-stop. I've got a theory, and unless you're gonna pick up a shovel and help you can go on home and wait for me to prove it or not."

   Hopper goes to dig again when he sees it, the goo. He shovels out a little bit of it, looking at it with strange curiosity.

   "What the hell?"

   Phina slowly climbs into the hole, to get a closer look. It seemed like there was a thick layer of this stuff, almost like how a portal to the upside down looked like before it opened. Hopper digs at it again, yelling a little bit as if it'd make him stronger. The small hole opens, some dirt falling through it which meant that there was an opening below it.

   Hopper hits it again and again to make the hole bigger. He looks up at Phina who has curiosity written all over her face.

   "Stay here," he says.

   "No chance in hell," she snaps.

   He'd fought her on a subject like this before, he knew he'd lose, "fine. Wait for me to yell before following."

   He sat down on the ground and slowly went through the hole. Phina looked on worriedly, what was down there. Hopper fell all the way through, giving Phina a heart attack before he yelled for her to go down. Phina lowers into the hole, Hopper helping her down. When she hits the ground, he takes out his flash light and they look all around them.

   "Holy shit," Phina whispers.

-2328 words-

Did y'all like that little Steve pov, good way to introduce the rumors about Steve and Phina, which will have a roll later on.

-Morgan

[the-firebird69]

A pretty huge mass of stem cells into the lake Okeechobee no we can't it's full of people not really it seems to be a huge pile of Max around I'm trying to take over Gamera. And yeah you're not a licensed contractor you're doing work so you're not approved to do you have no permit and you're not licensed as a home improvement person or a contractor and you're doing work that's incorrect you're touching things around your worst you give me arrested for that in Florida people really go after people for it on the contractors the sign I said what is he doing renovating it. He's going to try and for Sebastian to pay him because he's done other work without a license for him for years so they're working on it

And the Max still sit there and do it they're going to do with this idiot doing that s*** to her son that does nothing but pisses off in him a little after you he wants us to take all your stuff so we're doing that here I'm getting until it's everyone else is just watching you mess with him so most annoying thing in history so as we're taking your stuff we find Intel on what you're doing out there and your guys and we're grabbing them pretty soon you'll be absolutely nothing.

The max are all lined up just like they are around Trump and his stuff it's hard to get to because they're recording off this place and that's where these idiots are coming to

And all line up around my Okeechobee with equipment to take over Gamera Jason

You would never say Daniel is a big player there remember the Asian debacle Jason Jason

I'm awake already you have to repeat my name with this s*** in their store completely fried needs to get the hell out of there he's sitting here trying to cut through the wall I was doing anything it's a call somebody that's half a brain we get that I'm going to lake Okeechobee someone else to shut the max down Will and Bill tried to send it and I kept saying no so I'm looking at it it's a picture of what they're doing it makes sense it's tricky it's an aside it's not direct and we have to go down there they're making tunnels to him the two Gamera

Jason says

A huge flock of morlock are headed there. Trump is going to sit here with this fat ass bothering her son nobody's moving him he wants me to it takes a lot less time it says to know than our griping and complaining. I'm going to do that for that comment alone it's worth it I see huge droves of warlock going to lake o oh he said this and they'll get lazy and then go through the hole we can intercept them so since there's no way how could you do that you'd be able to see them in plain sight take them walking into a pizza place and taking a pizza out of your pizza it started laughing and saying okay they're taking her stuff it's mostly the dildos stuff sitting here squeezing me to freaking force them to do it you're f****** cheese ball okay don't you get out of here and come back at Christmas m***********. The review when you f****** p**** mother f***** why don't you go find a girl for Christ's sake he's going to whoop your ass that's what she was going to do. I think it's because Jolene was human and she had her clan their asses kicked cuz Julian was there near me they're here now too around here watching you ripping you apart right in front of these guys I was getting harder and harder pretty soon at this rate because of you and your friends and other people like you just piss me off mess around with me for the max the blockade will be complete and so on and you'll be dead first I don't have to use my head I haven't built the fool him I can have so far but that'll be it because of you guys and this show you're doing right now cuz you're f****** pounding and s*** a******

Zues Hera