#well. yeah. i try to. but hey sketchy is fine too.

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vague and sketchy captain trio shenanigans,, idk pretend theyre seastone bullets or something

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Twin Switcheroo

You always hear about identical twins pulling the ol’ switcheroo on their parents or teachers—pretending to be one another just for the thrill. Nobody could tell them apart, so no harm, no foul, right? Well, my brother Aidan and I did that too. Only problem? We’re fraternal twins.

And when I say “fraternal,” I don’t mean the kind where people squint and say, Oh, I can kinda see it if I tilt my head. No, Aidan and I look nothing alike. But somehow, we pulled it off. Not because we were convincing actors, mind you, but because we had something most kids didn’t: the swapping stone.

It all started when we were nine. One of those sketchy, seasonal fairs had rolled into town, the kind that takes over the Walmart parking lot with creaky rides and booths full of cheap plastic prizes. Mom had given us ten bucks each to go wild, and we’d spent the better part of the afternoon losing at ring toss and inhaling cotton candy. That’s when we saw it: a grubby little booth tucked between the Tilt-A-Whirl and the fried dough stand.

The sign said “Mystical Marvels and Curiosities.” Beneath it sat an old woman with a hunched back and a smile full of suspiciously white teeth. Her table was cluttered with all sorts of junk—snow globes, “enchanted” bracelets, a crystal ball that was probably just glass. But in the middle of it all was this smooth, flat stone, about the size of a hockey puck, with strange carvings etched into its surface.

“What’s that?” Aidan had asked, pointing to the stone.

The woman’s eyes gleamed. “Ah, a powerful artifact, young one,” she said in a voice like creaking floorboards. “The Swapstone. Hold it between your hands with someone you trust, and you will trade places—body and soul.”

We’d burst out laughing, of course. It was obviously a gimmick, just like the “magic” wands she was selling for five bucks a pop. But we were nine, and the stone looked cool, so we pooled our money and bought it.

We didn’t think much of it until later that night. We were in our room, half-heartedly squabbling over whose turn it was to play the Xbox, when Aidan picked up the stone and tossed it at me.

“Hey, let’s try it,” he said, grinning.

“Try what? Swapping bodies?” I snorted, catching the stone.

“Yeah,” he said, plopping onto the bed. “What’s the worst that could happen? We hold hands and nothing happens? Big deal.”

I rolled my eyes but sat down across from him. “Fine. But when nothing happens, I get to play Xbox for the rest of the night.”

“Deal,” he said, holding out his hands.

We pressed our palms against the stone, and for a second, nothing happened. Then—

A rush of heat. A flash of light. And suddenly, I wasn’t looking at Aidan anymore. I was looking at... me.

“What the—” I started, but the voice wasn’t mine. It was Aidan’s. I scrambled to my feet, staring down at hands that weren’t my own, arms that were bulkier than I remembered. Across from me, Aidan was doing the same, staring at my scrawny frame with wide, disbelieving eyes.

“No way,” he whispered. “No freaking way.”

We spent the next ten minutes testing it out, poking and prodding at each other like scientists examining an alien specimen. Eventually, we figured out how to switch back—just hold the stone again and focus on wanting to return. The rush of heat came back, and just like that, we were ourselves again.

After that, we couldn’t stop using it. At first, it was just for fun—swapping bodies to mess with each other or pull harmless pranks. But the more we used it, the more blurred the lines became. I spent so much time walking around in Aidan’s body that I’d catch myself forgetting who I really was.

“Sometimes I feel like I am you,” I admitted one night, lying on my bed with the stone resting on my chest.

“Same,” Aidan said, tossing a baseball into the air and catching it. “It’s weird, right? Like, if someone asked me to describe myself, I’d probably say... you.”

We kept it a secret, of course. Our parents were none the wiser, just like all the clueless parents of twins who love a good switcheroo.

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As much as the lines blurred between our lives and as much as we got confused about who we even were, the swapping had to end eventually. Aidan and I were inseparable when we were younger—two halves of the same chaotic coin—but by the summer before high school, things had started to change.

It wasn’t anything dramatic. No big fight, no falling out. It just became... necessary. We weren’t going to be doing the same exact activities in the coming year, and keeping track of who we were supposed to be when we swapped got harder and harder. If I was going to band practice in Aidan’s body while he hit the gym in mine, the whole charade started to unravel fast.

It didn’t stop all at once, but yeah, over time, we just kinda forgot about the stone. We tucked it into an old shoebox under my bed and left it there to gather dust. By the time high school really kicked into gear, we were more focused on our own lives than playing at being each other.

Many years later, Aidan and I both graduated from the same state college—though you’d think we went to completely different schools if you compared the photos of us at graduation. I worked hard, grinding through late nights and endless cups of coffee, and graduated magna cum laude. Aidan? He did just fine, but he never stressed about grades the way I did. While I was holed up in the library, he was out partying, making connections, and leveraging his looks to build a portfolio.

At the end, I got a good job—steady pay, benefits, the whole package—but now I can’t shake this nagging question: What was I doing it all for?

The money’s nice, sure. My apartment’s not fancy, but it’s mine. I don’t have to worry about rent. But beyond that? My life feels... hollow.

I don’t have many friends. The few I made in college drifted away after graduation. And as for my health? Let’s just say I’ve let myself go. I spend more time sitting at a desk than I ever imagined, and my idea of a workout is walking from my couch to the fridge.

It’s not like I didn’t notice the weight creeping on, or how my skin doesn’t have that same glow it used to. But the real kicker? When I show people a photo of my twin now—Aidan, who’s living in New York City and working as a model—their reactions sting.

First, there’s the pause. Then their eyebrows raise, followed by an awkwardly polite, “Oh, wow. You two are twins?” And finally, the cherry on top: the sad, conciliatory look. Like I’m a cautionary tale of what happens when one twin wins the genetic lottery, and the other... doesn’t.

I hate it.

Aidan’s life is better than mine now by just about every metric. He’s got the looks, the friends, the job that sounds glamorous even if it’s exhausting. And me? I’m sitting here, feeling like the second-place prize in a race I didn’t know I was running.

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That brings me to today.

Our parents had decided to move—downsizing, they called it, though it felt more like an end of an era. They asked me to come back and help clean out my old bedroom, and honestly, I agreed more out of guilt than a sense of duty. It had been years since I’d really spent any time in that room, and I figured the whole process would be a couple of hours, tops. Box up some trophies, toss some old notebooks, and call it a day.

But as I dug through the layers of my childhood—the faded posters, the dusty books, the crumpled notes from middle school friends—I found something I hadn’t thought about in years.

The swapping stone.

It was right there in that old shoebox, exactly where we’d left it. The smooth, dark surface felt cool against my skin as I held it, the carvings still as intricate and mysterious as I remembered. For a moment, I just stared at it, a flood of memories rushing back—late nights laughing with Aidan, testing the limits of what we could get away with, the strange, electric sensation of becoming someone else.

But then I noticed something I didn’t remember: a folded piece of paper tucked beneath the stone.

Curious, I unfolded it carefully, my fingers trembling slightly. The handwriting was unmistakable—messy and uneven, like all the notes Aidan and I passed back and forth as kids.

The note read:

We, Aidan and Griffin, agree to swap bodies forever starting today, August 12th, 2010, because we both like each other’s bodies better than our own. We also agree that if one of us wants to switch back, we must do it.

Signed, Aidan Griffin

I read it once. Then twice. Then a third time, my heart pounding louder with every word.

“What the hell...” I whispered, my voice barely audible.

The memories started rushing back, faster now, sharper. That summer before high school, Aidan and I had spent weeks talking about how different we were—not just in how we looked, but in how we felt. I remembered the way he’d always envied my leaner frame, how he said it felt lighter, faster, more comfortable. And me? I’d admired his broad shoulders, his confidence, the way people seemed to notice him when he walked into a room.

We must have talked ourselves into it, convincing each other that staying swapped was the solution to all our problems. I could almost hear my thirteen-year-old voice saying, “It’s not like anyone will know, anyway. We’ll just be... happier this way.”

And the kicker? I’d agreed to it. We both had.

I looked at the note again, my stomach twisting.

Shit.

That means... I’m Aidan.

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Im rewatching OBX again and when John b said im only using her when he said another thing to Sarah and then kie told Sarah you said you were using her I would of been like uhhh what I lowkey would of been pissed and walked off to see if John b would of chased after me kinda want this made into a fic if you want if not please ignore it LOL

pairing: john b routledge x kook!reader

a/n: sarah's better than me bc i would've cried over this scene lol

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This was a bad idea. You told yourself it was a bad idea and still went through with it, so you only had to blame yourself. 

Your whole life you had seen the Pogue versus Kook dynamic for yourself; you just never thought you’d become a piece of it.

John B gave you a sense of adventure, of something new. Running to Chapel Hill with him had been so easy. You were usually a ball of anxiety, but he made everything seem like it would be okay, no matter the outcome. 

Which led you here, walking your bike through the wooded area of The Cut with John B by your side. You knew it wouldn’t be easy to try and get along with his friend group, but unfortunately, where John B went, JJ, Kie, and Pope weren’t far behind. 

“I’m really nervous about this, John B,” You admitted as the Chateau came into view. “She’s not gonna be happy.”

John B shrugged slightly, apparently not realizing the bomb he was about to implode in his own house, “She’ll be fine. It’ll be cool, I promise.”

You shook your head, not really convinced but also not wanting to cause a scene over it. “So you guys found the gold, but under an axe murderer’s house?”

“Well, yeah. Kind of. I mean, the only thing is the well is super sketchy deep.”

You looked over at him, the excitement in his eyes making you slightly jealous that you’d missed out. Normally, you’d run at the idea of half the shit they got themselves into, but John B’s presence was almost addicting.

“Wish I was there,” You joked, leaning into him slightly as he took the bike from your hold so you could walk closer to him. 

“You will be, tonight,” He smiled at you, warmth taking over as you blushed. John B had managed to make it feel like you guys had been close friends your whole life, and you were slowly falling in love with that feeling.

“Is um… is that okay?” You knew it wasn’t, but you had to ask. 

John B shifted the bike into his casted hand, reaching the other one over for you to grab so he could squeeze it. “Yeah, it will be. And if they push back, we’ll figure something out. Vlad and Val gotta stick together, right?”

You nodded, but John B could tell you weren’t convinced and it was a little bit of a hit to your confidence. Kiara had never really liked you, instantly envious of your life and the way John B, JJ, and Pope always had heart eyes when they saw you. She saw you as a threat and that meant she wouldn’t be happy about your involvement in the slightest, especially when she put together that you were more than friends with John B.

“You’re a bad liar, but I’ll go with it,” You teased quietly, “If she’s gonna get territorial, I’m not fighting her, John B.”

“Hey, hey, just listen.” John B tugged on your hand so you’d stop walking and face him. “You’re a part of this too, okay? You got us the plat map. You got me into Chapel Hill. Your dad offered to cover for me. Once we get with everybody, they’re gonna be excited.”

You tried to let his enthusiasm sway you, but it wasn’t working well. And as Kiara walked out of the Chateau to see you on the couch next to John B, you knew you were right. 

“No fucking way. You brought her here? So what? She’s in on this now?” Annoyance and anger were evident in her voice and you shrunk back into the couch as she practically bitched at you. 

Pope shrugged. He had always thought you were super nice. He delivered groceries to your home and you’d overtipped each time, knowing the money was needed more in his pocket than yours. 

“Look, all I care about is her cut comes out of your share,” JJ pointed toward the boy sitting next to you. “No offense.”

You shook your head at JJ, a small smile on your face. A winky response told you he was kidding. Similar to Pope, you’d seen JJ plenty at the country club when he played server for a few hours.  You tried to request him each time you and Sarah visited, keeping him away from Rafe, Topper, and Kelce as best as possible. And you didn’t do it to prove a point, you did it because you cared. You’d watched some of the best people in your life get treated so poorly just for living on the other half of the island. 

“You know, I don’t remember taking a vote,” Kiara continued, “This is our thing. A Pogue thing. We were all extremely comfortable until you brought her.”

You tried to refrain from rolling your eyes at her unnecessary anger. “Stop talking about me like I’m not here!” You defended.

“Then leave.”

JJ coughed on his weed pen from the chair next to you, obviously uncomfortable with the growing tension. “I… am remaining indifferent.”

“Do you even know what that means?”

“Of course, I know what that means, Pope, I-”

Kiara glared at both boys, upset that it seemed nobody was taking her side. 

You shook your head, realizing this was causing more trouble than you intended. “I told you,” You mumbled to John B.

“Told him what, exactly? That you’re a liar?”

All niceties went out the window at the accusation and you faced Kiara with an anger you’d hidden for a while. “No, that you’re a shit-talking bitch! You know nothing about me, Kiara. And you just hate me for no reason, so-”

“Everybody shut up!” John B yelling had you flinching back into your seat, the emotions overwhelming as silence fell around you. He looked at the curly-haired girl standing in front of you. “Kie, you are my best friend, right? And Y/N, you’re…”

The hesitation in his voice made your heart skip but you nodded in agreement, wanting nothing more than to push past the friendship boundary into something bigger. 

“...You’re my girlfriend.”

Kiara crossed her arms over her chest. “She’s your girlfriend now? What was all that talk about you were just using her for information? Get a map, cut her loose.”

The snide comment hit you like a smack in the face as you glanced over at John B. The way he refused to look at you told you it was true and you frowned. “You said you were using me?”

“No?”

“Yeah, you did.” Three voices agreed in return and you closed your eyes in frustration. 

Another strike to the heart. Shaking your head to yourself, you got up off the couch. “I’m just gonna go. Thanks for ruining another good thing for me, Kiara. Always appreciated.”

Without another word, you shoved open the screen door and let it slam behind you. Tears blurred your vision as you grabbed your bike from its spot against the house and started walking.

John B was yelling your name behind you, but you refused to stop. The back of your hand brushed away tears as fast as they came. You knew, you knew this was a bad idea. You were so quick to trust someone with your feelings and it always bit you in the ass.

“Hey, hey!” His Converse crunched leaves on the ground as he tried to catch up to you.

You tossed your bike aside when he grabbed your shoulder and you turned to him to let him see the full result of his comment. “Why did you lie to me?” You asked, voice cracking against your wishes. “John B, I told you I was already nervous to get involved with her, and then you… you just used me?”

“I’m sorry! That- it wasn’t like that! At first, yeah it started off that way, but love walked in, okay? I didn’t expect it, but I’m not gonna act like it isn’t true,” He defended.

You laughed and looked away from him. “God, I know better. I know better and I still let you walk in my life and take what you needed because I wanted you. I still want you, even knowing you just used me to your benefit. That’s not love.”

John B opened his mouth to argue but apparently couldn’t find the words. You shook your head and pulled your bike up from the ground, shrugging out of his grip as you climbed on. “Hope it was worth it, John B. Tell Kiara she won, again.”

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mystified

part 2

summary: after sudden attacks on women around town, you take a self defense class. ellie, your long standing crush is the instructor

part 1 part 2 part 3 part 4

each chapter will have their own warnings please read them! eventual smut

cw: mentions of child abuse and implication of attempted sexual assault (does not go into detail for either), panic attack

fluff and angst

light rocking against your shoulder and a distant call of your name pulls you from your deep slumber making you groan, not conscious enough to take in where you are. “hey sleepyhead, wake up.” ellie’s raspy whisper has you cracking one eye open. you’re too tired to even speak or think coherently, making you hum in question.

ellie chuckles and looks at you for a moment before speaking. “sorry to wake you up so early.. I gotta be at the construction site in an hour.” you blink away your remnants of sleep and realize ellie has damp hair, is fully dressed for the day and the sun isn’t even up yet. “it’s okay. sorry I fell asleep here I didn’t even realize.” she smiles softly, “no worries, I don’t mind. you looked pretty comfy..I can drive you home on my way to work.”

the short drive to your house shares a peaceful, comfortable silence between you and ellie. the sky painting a breathtaking winter sunrise of pinks and purple. ellie pulls up to your house way too quickly for your liking, the small disappointment of having to part ways felt in your chest.

“thanks for the ride and letting me crash at your place.. I had fun last night.”

“me too,” she smiles and you feel that warmth settle deep in your stomach again. it’s a rarity to see her full smile “it’s no problem, really.. are you busy tonight?”

“no, I don’t think I have anything going on.” you know you don’t actually have anything going on. you bite the inside of your cheek to try to suppress a smile, but ellie looks between your eyes and down at your mouth and smirks at you. caught.

“well, if you’re not busy later you wanna hang out? I get off at 3, we can go to a cafe or something.” she clears her throat and you can see how physically painful this is for her. she forces herself to keep eye contact though.

you giggle and she narrows her eyes at you playfully, unspoken words and body language received between the both of you. “yeah, I’m down. just text me when you get off.”

“alright cool I can pick you up. see you later, ___.”

me: DINA wake the fuck up!!!!!

dina🤍: bitch its literally 7am why tf are u disturbing me

me: wow. anyway! last night I was walking to ur house and some creepy dude pulls up next to me asking me for directions and shit acting super sketchy. ellie pulls up out of nowhere and goes all psycho ellie mode and pulls out a fucking switchblade. I was like 😦 but it was also so hot. he skids off and she gets pics of his plates and we go back to her place for joel to deal with it. he thinks the cops can keep an eye out for that car and see if that guy has anything to do with the assaults happening. it was lowkey really scary but I’m okay. we ended up smoking and talking for hours and it was literally perfect and then we ended up falling asleep and I woke up in the middle of the night laying ON HER CHEST with her arm around me. we’re hanging out again tonight

dina🤍: wtf that’s so fucking scary! im glad ur okay:( but ommg im so excited for u angel. its ab damn time some moves are made and we can go on double dates tg hehe

me: ok let’s not get ahead of ourselves here we’ll see what happens. that’s all I wanted to tell u. ur allowed to go back to sleep now:)

dina🤍: wow how gracious of u. lmk how everything goes though <33

clothes are strewn all over your bed and floor, while you frantically try to find a cute outfit to wear. it’s fine, it’s just ellie. she’s seen you a million times since you were both 14. you finally settle on a pair of jeans and a black sweater, with your chelsea doc martens. good enough.

ellie🌿🗡️: Hey, I’m outside whenever you’re ready.

me: be right there!

okay, just breathe. everything’s fine!

as you hop into the passenger seat, ellie looks you up and down. “you look good.” you give her a shy smile and observe her; hair tied half up, in a dark green flannel with an oversized black denim jacket, black jeans with her usual pair of converse, multiple rings on her long fingers, and the scent of her woodsy cologne. “thanks, you don’t look too bad yourself.” she smiles and shakes her head, pulling out of your driveway.

“yeah, he almost dropped a whole fucking plank of wood on my head today!”

you start laughing, walking out of the coffee shop together. “maybe the hit would’ve done you good, ellie. you are very hard headed.” ellie’s jaw drops “wow, someone’s feisty today, huh?” you smile and roll your eyes, going to shove her and she catches your wrist, pulling you close to her. your breath hitches and you look down at her lips. something behind you catches ellie’s attention, her smile dropping instantly and face turning ghostly pale.

“ellie? what’s wrong?” she grabs your hand and walks you quickly to the car, opening your door to make sure you get in first before frantically hopping into her seat and speeding out of the parking lot.

“hey, what’s going on?” she shakes her head and doesn’t respond, her chest rising and falling at a rapid rate, eyebrows scrunched together.

the speed of her driving and her concerning behavior is stressing you the fuck out. she pulls up to her house and lets you both in before she runs up the stairs to the bathroom, whipping the door shut with a loud slam.

you slowly walk up the stairs, not knowing whether or not to give her privacy. you suddenly hear her crying and hyperventilating. “ellie, I’m coming in.”

ellie is seated on the floor next to the tub with her head between her legs, forearms laid on her knees. “hey, hey I’m here. can I touch you?” she nods and you gently take her hand, softly rubbing the back of her palm while you place her other hand against your chest. “try to follow my breathing, okay?” you take slow, deep breaths for her to follow until she calms down.

“I’m sorry.” she avoids looking at you. “no, I’m here for you, okay? you don’t have to hide from me.” she wipes the rest of her tears from her eyes and nods. you move to sit next to her and gently rub her back, still holding her hand.

“do you wanna talk about it?” she clears her throat and looks straight ahead. “I uh… saw one of my old foster parents. he was pretty fucked up,” she lets out a dry laugh. “thought I was over it but I didn’t expect to see him.”

“what did he do?” she looks at you in contemplation before looking away with a cold, steely gaze. she sniffs and nods, “he… used to beat the shit out of me all the time for no reason.” she looks down at her scarred tattoo and rubs the skin. “this burn… he tried to-“ she clenches her jaw and shakes her head. “anyway, I managed to get away before he did anything, but I ended up burning my arm on the stove in the midst of it all. tried to press charges but that didn’t work, big shocker,” she scoffs. “I ran away and refused to go back so they placed me with joel and he eventually adopted me.”

she looks back up at you, trying to gauge what you’re thinking. you don’t realize you’re crying until she wipes away a tear from your cheek. “hey, don’t cry it was a long time ago I was just… not prepared for all of that.”

“sorry, I just hate that you had to go through all of that, especially at such a young age.” she lets out a deep breath and nods. “sorry our date got ruined” she gives you a sad smile.

“it wasn’t,” you squeeze her hand “I had a good time and I’m just glad I was able to be here with you.” you look up in thought, “do you have brownie mix?” she looks at you in confusion and lets out a small laugh “uh, I dunno, why?” “whenever I’m sad or going through something, I like to bake because it gives me something to do to take my mind off of everything and brownies are fucking good.” you nod with conviction. ellie laughs, “you are so fucking cute. c’mon let’s go see if I have some brownie mix.”

as you mix the chocolatey batter, and hum to the song playing on the speaker, ellie leans against the counter and watches you. she loves the domesticity and warmth you surround her with, and you were right, doing all of this is making her feel better.

“are you just gonna stand there and stare at me or are you gonna help?” “nah I think I’m good right here” she smirks at you. you nod slowly and look at her with mischief, holding up the spoon. her eyes widen and she points her finger at you, “don’t you fucking dare.”

you chase ellie around the kitchen island, out of breath from laughing and she ends up slipping on her sock, grabbing onto the counter for balance. as you run up to her and try to smear the batter on her face, she grabs your arm. you struggle against her, making you trip over her leg and she catches you, wrapping her arms around your waist. both of your laughters fade into small smiles as both of your eyes trails to each other’s lips. ellie’s face becomes serious as she leans in, lips ghosting yours. the sound of the front door opening has you both abruptly backing away from each other. fucking joel.

“hey kiddo, what are y’all up to?” ellie’s face is beet red and she clears her throat, “just making some brownies. why are you home?” ellie’s voice holds a bit of an edge to it.

“well, damn, I’ll get outta your hair in a minute, just stoppin’ by, forgot to pack my dinner.” she hums in annoyance. your eyes widen at the tension ellie is radiating.

“joel! my parents wanted me to give this to you as a thanks for the free self defense lesson, and for helping me out yesterday.” you open up your bag and take out a bottle of whiskey. ellie’s brows furrow, oops you forgot to tell her.

joel holds the bottle at a downward angle “would’ya look at that.. I’ll be sure to send my thanks to them.” he walks to the fridge and grabs out a container. “alright I’m headin’ out,” he looks at ellie “do me a favor, don’t burn the house down.” she groans and rolls her eyes.

“mm, these brownies are fucking good. you were right after all.” you scoff and smack her arm, “of course I was right. don’t ever doubt me again.” ellie rolls her eyes, “yes ma’am,” she quips sarcastically. “now, pay attention, this is my favorite part of the movie,” you say with feigned sternness. she smiles and nods, finishing off her brownie and leans back into her pillows.

you rest your head on her shoulder and place your hand on her stomach, tracing small patterns. you look up at her and whisper, “ellie?”

“hm?”

“do you really feel okay now?”

she turns her head to the side to look at you, face only inches away, and nods slowly. you feel her breath ghosting your lips and your heart starts racing, chest rising up and down quickly. ellie parts her mouth and licks her lips, leaning in, kissing you softly. she pulls away to look at you, before sitting up and grabbing your face, deepening the kiss.

HA sorry to edge u all. things are gonna get spicy as fuck in the next chapter. interactions are much appreciated 💗

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[nina-ya]

Patching up Zoros Wounds

A/N I’ve decided to turn this into a series cause why not. I’m working on a Law one which should be up tonight, and I’ll take a jab at some other One Piece characters too!

Zoro Law Sanji Shanks Ace Luffy Sabo Doflamingo

Pairing: Zoro x reader CW: Blood, descriptions of wounds, nothing heavy. WC: 928

You and Zoro had been separated from the strawhats a while ago. You could blame Zoros shitty sense of direction or your own foolish decision to follow him, but either way you two are separated, lost and injured. The fight is only fragments in your memory at this point and all you can recall is encountering a sketchy group of people, the clashing of swords, the deafening gunfire, and the rest is hazy, but now you are alone with Zoro. You two found yourselves slipping into an empty building; Zoro is sitting on a counter and you are in front of him, examining his wounds. Your eyes squint and your brows furrow as you look at a particularly deep laceration on his chest. “Hmmm… yeah that looks bad. Chopper is going to kill you when he sees this.” You mutter in deep thought. He rolls his eyes at you and lets out an exasperated grumble in response. “You know I'm fine, right? I've suffered through much worse and you know it. This is just a small scratch compared to all of that.”

You quickly retort. “A small scratch? Zoro, I know you are prideful and are some sort of unbreakable monster, but this?” you gesture towards the wound “this is deep, its bleeding, its oozing some weird yellow shit. Let me help you.” “I told you it's fine, it doesn't even hurt,” he insisted, attempting to keep up his facade. You lean forward and whack the cut and watch as he shouts in pain. “Oi! Fuck! What was that for?!” You stare at him with a raised eyebrow and a triumphant look on your face waiting for him to admit defeat. His chest heaves as he recovers from that sudden smack and he grumbles “okay fine maybe it hurts…” A smile graces your lips when he concedes. “See? I knew something was up, you stubborn marimo. Now let me take a look,” you lean in and lightly graze your thumb over the cut. You look up at him with a worried expression when he sharply breathes in. “Hey I know it hurts but I just need to wrap it up so you don’t bleed out before we make it back to Chopper, okay? You’ve said it before, you’ve suffered through much worse, so just hold on for a moment, okay?” You say in a soothing voice. He nods at you and lets you continue. You glance around the room, not finding anything suitable to wrap around his wound, so you end up taking off your shirt and ripping it up into makeshift bandages.. His face immediately flushes crimson at the sight and he stammers, “Uh w-what are you doing? There's no need for that.” You respond with a hint of amusement, “What does it look like I'm doing?” you lean in and wrap the torn shirt tightly around his cut. His eyes dart around the room, refusing to even look in your direction as you work on his cut. You work in silence, tending to the wound with delicate touches and focus. Zoro has gotten over the initial embarrassment, but the red hue on his cheek still seems to give away how he feels about the predicament. He watches as you wrap the wound up with care. Much more care than he is used to, and he is enjoying every second of it, finding solace in your touch through the pain. When you finish you look up at him with a smile. “There we go, all done! How does it feel?” His gaze lingers on you longer than it should and you catch his eyes, the intensity of those steel gray eyes unmistakable. “What’s got you all captivated, swordsman? Admiring my makeshift first aid skills?” You tease, trying to break the tension and ease the awkwardness hanging in the air. He grumbles as he averts your gaze once more. “Just surprised is all. Didn’t expect you to be so… gentle.” You can’t help but laugh at his response. “Well next time I'll make sure to make it hurt.” you see him open his mouth to retort and you quickly speak up, “Kidding! I’m kidding. Contrary to popular belief I don’t enjoy hurting you, Roronoa. Now, get up, we need to find the others and get you to chopper so he can properly patch you up.” He nods and stands up, wincing slightly as he does so. He starts to walk out the building before he remembers your shirtless state. He stares at you for a moment, contemplating, before he takes off his own shirt and hands it to you. “Here. Sorry about the blood on it, but a bloody shirt sure as hell beats no shirt at all.” You take the shirt with a small smile and toss it on. You then start to lead your way out the empty building and through the chaotic streets. Despite his tough exterior and his pride, he let you help him, and allowing you to see him in a vulnerable state has brought you close to him. You take a hold of his hand and start to lead him back to the Sunny. He looks at you surprised when you grab his hand, but you seem to already have a response prepared. “Hey, you didn’t think I would let us get lost again did you? I am just holding your hand so you don’t go wandering off. Now come on, let's go.” And with that, you two walk hand and hand, making your way back to the rest of the strawhats.

[thefaiao]

seeing your clowns made me go feral since my fixation is cringe and clown flavored

Who let you cook like that who let you cook AUTHHFFH UR ART IS SO COOL IM BEING DRAGGED AWAY

You’re hatching is so fucking inspiring since it’s soMETHING I try to do in my own work I LOVE UR ART

would it be fine to ask what brushes you use? I love ur values also, you’re so so good at shapes and form WAAAA I LOVE UR STUFF. I did dig up an old ask you made iirc, but I’m not sure if it’s changed

Hey! Thank you very much. I'll go through the brushes I use for each program: Drawpile

From what I understand most of these are MyPaint brushes... but I only know them as drawpile brushes because that's what I use. Main ones I've used lately is Irregular Ink and a default brush for coloring

I don't really change the size of irregular ink much and the pressure doesn't matter that much. It has high stabilization which I haven't changed, but I'm sure you could get away with lowering it. For the other brush I'm pretty sure it's a default one that I slightly tweaked (drawpile is a bit bad about communicating what brush exactly you are using to you.) I quite like it because it feels like playing with clay, makes it easy to map out the volume. I use it for those lineless pieces I do from time to time too. I change its size a lot while drawing. I've also used these two, one of the pencil brushes and a second one I stole from Jokioro that I have no idea what is called

I used the first one for the D'arce I did a while ago and the recent VTMB piece. It's great at emulating sketchy graphite pencils, I like layering it to do multi-colored hatching rendering. The second one I don't know how to use super well yet but it's probably my fourth most used as of late. It works very weirdly so if you wanna figure out how to make it work I recommend looking at how Jokioro draws. Clip Studio I bounce around a lot with all the brushes, but I use a loooot of stuff from the Frenden pack. Mainly Meeko Leako for lining and even coloring, it has a great texture to it, very fun

This has been my most used brush for years. It's great for super straight lines and produces a great difference in value between quick lines and thick lines. I haven't used it as much since I picked up drawpile more recently, but it's amazing! Other than that I use the default G-pen when I just want simple lines without much texture

It's a bit ugly at a glance but I think if you lock in it's great for super clean lines, just trying to get the point across without much noise. I also like coloring with it at times, when I'm going lineless. SAI Binary pen. Use the binary pen. It's the best brush ever made

It just feels super right to draw with it, it's so simple but it makes your lines look super slick, and it's just a binary pen. I guess they just got the behavior down perfect for it. But yeah, love this brush. IRL I've always used these archival ink pens in different sizes for basically everything I've done traditionally, and of course just a simple number 2 pencil for sketching and such. I've used a bit of charcoal recently, and been wanting to deep into darker pencils for detail, but this is still the default. I also will probably try out dip pens sometime

That's all I can think of immediately, but I always like to mess around to try and find another great brush, and you should do the same even if you end up using these a lot.

[lanaswritingbook]

I can’t tell you 2/2

oh wow guys this is embarrassing… I’ve been in a bad writing block for like months now. And I felt really bad for not finishing this part 2 bc I hate when ppl do that to me so I hope you enjoy 😭 (it’s rushed but i’m trying to get started again)

Dave Lizewski x Black!Plus Size Reader

Pt. 1- https://www.tumblr.com/spenceswife/712542712672452608/i-cant-tell-you-12

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The gym door slammed loudly as Dave watched Yn storm out the gymnasium.

His chest tightened as he thought over their conversation. How could she think he was cheating?

But could he blame her? The scene was… misleading.

Dave shook his head while combing through his curly hair anxiously. He had to make it right.

-

It had been 3 days since Yn spoke to Dave. He texted her everyday and tried to get her attention in school but she constantly blew him off like he did to her previously.

His friends wondered why they didn’t see the touchy couple together anymore so they decided to confront Dave and the comic shop.

When the bell rang hinting someone entered Dave found his group at their normal table arguing about something.

“Hey guys” Dave spoke swinging his backpack in the booth.

“You look like shit.” Marty spoke making Todd slap his chest.

“Wrong approach but he’s right. What’s wrong with you dude” Todd crossed his arms ready to listen.

“Yn thinks I cheated on her…” they both look at each other surprised.

“Well did you?” Marty asked in shock

“Hell no! I love her with all my heart I could never. It was really a misunderstanding I just can’t say what.” he took a breathy sigh clearly in distress.

“I mean I believe you dude, but that’s some sketchy shit. I don’t know she’ll forgive you.” Todd furrowed his brows.

“How about this you know Jessica?” Marty raised his brows with a smirk

“Yeah why…” Dave asked more confused

“Well she’s at Yn studying and gonna meet me here in about 30. So how about you trap your girl and apologize the right way.” Lizewski stared his friend down thinking of the idea.

“… I have nothing else to choose from so fine. Wish me luck” He grabbed his bag standing up accidentally bumping into a counter while walking towards the door.

-

Dave snuck through her window, luckily she had a fire escape so it was easy for him to enter.

She wasn’t in her room but her bathroom light was on meaning she was still home.

He passed shortly back n forth thinking about what he wanted to say until he heard a voice breaking through.

“Why are you here Dave?” Yn walked towards her bed sitting not even looking him in the eye.

But Dave couldn’t help but stare he missed seeing her like this. Comfy.

She was wearing a long shirt and shorts with her curls going every direction. She looked perfect to him

“Look please listen to me. I would never hurt you and that includes never cheating. I love you so much and I would love to tell the reason of what you heard, but I just can’t right now it’s too dangerous. I’ll tell you eventually but I just have to figure this out first I promise i’d never hurt you intentionally baby please…” Yn saw the glint in Dave’s eye that he was telling the truth.

And she didn’t see the nervous tic he does when he lies so she caved and wrapped her arms around his neck.

He closed his eyes thanking the angles above for giving his own back.

“You’d never hurt me?” Yn whispered playing with his loose curls as her face was stuck between his neck and shoulder.

“Never in my life, you’re the one I protect the most. Literally…” her face scrunched at the last part but quickly forgot about it as she was happy he was in her presence.

[sxmpfxrortega]

an: soo this is my first time posting a fanfic before so please go easy on me ;( i usually just write them for myself but ya know... where's the fun in not sharing? i want to start doing g!p soon so if this doesn't completely bomb, i'll definitely do more!

5 Sheets to the Wind

"Max, this party doesn't seem like the best of ideas" You say, rubbing your temples at the very thought of blaring music.

Max rolls his eyes and gives you a deadpan, "You and I both know that this is much needed time away from the shit show we've endured."

You raise an eyebrow at him and his antics, "...you mean, work?" You retort, laughing slightly at him.

"Uh, duh, what else could I possibly be talking about that is so mentally and physically draining???" He fires back, eyes bulging out from his skull.

You sigh and ponder the thought of the party; you didn't know many people attending and it wasn't like you were too socially awkward, just enough to not be able to meet new people well. "Fine, I'll go to the dumb party with you" You gave up, having enough of his pleading puppy dog eyes.

Max fist bumps the air and yells cheerfully, "Sweet! Do you want to meet there or?"

"I can pick you up, dork. What time does it start?"

Max looks at his phone, "Uh, 9 I think?"

You pinch the bridge of your nose and look at the time, 7:35.

"Okay dude, if I'm going, I need to be ready so...skiddaddle out and I'll be at your house at 9:30"

Max raises a questioning eyebrow at you but you wave him off before he says anything, "Late is early, ya know, I don't really feel like being the first ones to be there, now shoo" You say, swatting at him to leave your apartment.

You lock the door and make your way to the bathroom to shower, putting your music on shuffle for the time being.

After what feels like forever, you make your way back to your room, your short hair damp and a towel draped around your tall frame.

'Ugh, why must I have so many clothes but never know what to wear?' You think to yourself, growing slightly frustrated.

You opted for a black and white striped shirt, ripped black jeans, and white high top vans.

Looking at yourself in the mirror, you put some coconut oil in your hair to make your curls look good.

While putting your deodorant and cologne on, you check the time.

"Damn, 9:15 already? Time flies when you try to make yourself look presentable" you say aloud to absolutely no one but yourself.

'Phone, wallet, keys... am I forgetting anything?' You mentally make a check list as it dawns on you.

"Oh yeah!"

You were an avid pothead, so going to a a party without bud just seemed like a major party foul.

You head out of your apartment and lock up, jumping into your Jeep, you make your way to Max's house.

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Finally arriving at the house party, you notice that there is indeed a shit ton of people here.

"Uh, Max? Who exactly is throwing this party, because this seems like a banger." Your palms get slightly sweaty at all of the people gathered outside; god only knows what the inside looks like.

He thinks for a moment, "Honestly dude, I'm not really sure, someone semi famous, but that's all I got." He shrugs and hops out of your car, you follow suit, stuffing your hands into your pockets.

Max takes the lead and heads inside the house, the music so loud you can barely hear your inner monologue, but hey, at least it's good music.

"You want a drink to loosen up?" Max yells to you, even though he's right beside you.

"Sure, if they have beer, I'll take it" you yell back to him, watching him disappear into the kitchen for your drinks.

A sigh escapes your lips as you make your way into the big ass living room, you plop down on the sofa that surprisingly isn't taken.

Max appears from out of no where with a bottle of beer and a sketchy looking solo cup.

"What's in your cup, dude?" you ask curiously, sniffing the contents, your nose scrunching up at the mixture of alcohol.

"Jungle Juice" was all he said as he gulped it down like it was water.

"Now that's sick, bro" you say laughing at the face he made after.

"Says the one drinking hotdog water." He claps back with an eyeroll.

"Touché" you shrug, "but, I like it so, it's an acquired taste."

Max finishes off his concoction and gets up from the couch, "Mingle man, it is a party after all, I am going to try to find some girls and see how good my skills are." He says, flexing his biceps.

You couldn't help the laugh that escaped your mouth, "Oh, please, save some for the rest of us, lady killer."

He huffs out and mumbles something, walking away.

You chug the rest of your beer, getting up from the couch to grab another one when a pair of brown eyes catches your attention.

'Oh damn, fuck, what the hell'

Ahh, there it is, your internal monologue, you thought the bass was too loud but apparently not for what you've just witnessed.

Standing there in all her 5'1 glory, The Jenna fucking Ortega.

Your eyes are practically out of your head at the moment and your jaw is on the floor, how the fuck and who the fuck is person who threw this party?

Not wanting to seem like a creep, you stalk your way into the kitchen, pushing past several bodies to get to the cooler that has a plethora of beer in it.

You opted for a Corona, wanting to feel it fast, you chug half the bottle.

"I like your outfit" a voice says behind you.

You spin around and look down.

No. Fucking. Way.

Jenna fucking Ortega is talking to you, and she likes your outfit.

Gay panic is setting in and you're trying so hard not to let that show.

"Oh, uh, thank you, I didn't really know what to wear" you chuckle awkwardly, rubbing the back of your neck.

'Why the fuck would you say that, you gay bitch?!' your brain is screaming at you and all you want is the floor to open up and swallow you whole.

She giggles sweetly and looks up at you, "You wanna go to the backyard, they have a fire going out there and I'm sure we could hear each other better too."

Your voice feels trapped in your throat so all you do is nod dumbly.

She takes your hand gently and leads you through a large crowd of people.

Sitting on the swing in the backyard, you look at the flames from the fire, it feels as if you're dreaming.

You can definitely feel the alcohol creeping up on you, but you only chug more of your beer.

'Don't even say it.' your brain is scolding you but you aren't listening, "Sorry, I'm a little uh, starstruck right now and on top of that, I'm pretty socially awkward at times." you ramble off, not wanting to scare her away.

She looks at you and you feel like you're being hypnotized, she's absolutely breathtaking and you cannot believe you are in this situation.

"Starstruck huh? There's a good amount of famous people here, but I'm the one you're starstruck over?" she says with a mischievous glint in her eye and a smirk playing on her lips.

Before you can stop yourself from saying something stupid, your mouth opens without warning, "Well, they aren't you so, very starstruck would be a better way of saying it." you say back to her, looking into her brown eyes, getting lost in them.

She takes a drink from her solo cup, keeping eye contact with you doin so.

"Did you get the jungle juice too?" you ask with the curiosity of a child.

She laughs and scrunches her nose up, "God no, I'm drinking Hennessy, jungle juice is too chaotic for my taste buds"

You're about to say something when a guy comes to the backyard yelling, "Spin the bottle is goin' down in like, 5 minutes!"

You look at her but she's already looking at you, her eyes roaming your body.

"You wanna play?" you ask her smoothly, thanking the stars that you didn't stutter that out.

She raises a perfect brow at you and smirks, "Come on, we aren't children who plays those games."

You squint your eyes at her and challenge out, "Sounds like something someone would say if they were afraid."

She feigns shock, putting her hand to her chest, "Me? Afraid? Let's go then, you get to lead the way this time, though."

You give her a goofy smile, standing up and offering her your hand, the alcohol definitely helped you loosen up more.

You both made your way into the living room, taking a seat on the sofa, she's sitting so close to you, so much so that she's basically in your lap.

Some random dude starts talking and then asks who wants to go first, it's a pretty big group so someone definitely volunteers.

It's Jenna's turn to spin the bottle and you're praying to every god you can think of that it lands on you.

She spins it gracefully and it goes on for a good amount of time, slowing down, it lands on you.

You feel your cheeks heat up at a fast rate and you clear your throat.

'Thank you, power of manifesting, you are amazing'

"U-uh, so, heh, m-may I kiss you?" you say, stuttering almost every syllable.

God you were a mess at this point but that isn't at all what you were thinking, what was on your mind was one thing and one thing only; trying to not faint if she says yes.

She looks at you with something in her eyes, but the alcohol isn't quite letting you decipher what that would be,

"You know, they say chivalry is dead, here you are asking consent for a spin the bottle game." She says with a sly smile playing on her lips.

Your face heats up and before you can start stuttering out a retort, she grabs your face and kisses you passionately.

Stars.

That's what you saw, stars.

She pulls away but not without biting your bottom lip.

"W-wow I uh-" before you can finish your sentence the game is continuing.

You look over at her and she's blushing softly, she leans into your body and whispers in your ear, "maybe it could happen again, if you can find me." She ends her sentence with a smirk and the next thing you know, she stands and drifts out into a sea of bodies.

"Fuck." was the only word you could manage to get out.

[mrpuzzlessimp420]

Mario Simulator (Joke Fic)

Chapter 4

Warnings: Attempted Murder/Murder, Brainwashing, Kidnapping

Ships: Marware, BatteryAcid (Mr Puzzles x Orange Juice)

Tomorrow is another day,

and the day after that is another day, and the day after that is another day, and the day after that is another day.

SMG3 repeated this to himself as the days went by, trying to real himself out of going insane, but it only further contributed to his insanity.

What started as a couple of failures of plans led to thousands, no billions. Why was he even doing this in the first place? He honestly couldn't ever remember due to how long it had been since that fateful kidnapping and blackmailing.

At some point, they tried matchmaking Orange Juice to someone else but unlucky to them, they chose that Box Club Leader which did not end up well. He still had nightmares from that piece of cardboard sealed in a jar of orange juice. That club leader was a freak... and not in a good way.

They also tried framing the object head for theft but turns out trying to find the correct bag to place it in in a flood of the same black bags was extremely difficult and they ended up getting Boopkins suspended for it. Eh, he was annoying anyway.

He glanced over to his partner in crime, who was violently stabbing a photograph of Orange Juice, his face getting more and more deranged and ecstatic. The bed underneath him was scarred due to the slashes and stabbing.

They were in SMG3's bedroom right now, which acted as their plotting room as they couldn't risk going in the broom closet in fear of being caught.

He sighed, he hoped this would have ended by now. There wasn't much else to try to plan except...

"Hey, Mario?" Mario turned to face SMG3, his face quickly changing from murderous to curious. "What if we try brainwashing?"

"Oooh that sounds very good! But how would we be able to do that?" Mario asked, using his singular brain cell for once.

"Hmmm... I think I have just the thing..." SMG3 said, searching his bedroom until he found a singular remote.

"The YouTube Remote?" Mario asked, tilting his head.

"No, you silly, it's a different remote. I bought it on the black market once. I think the seller called it the "Edit" remote or something like that, I don't know the seller was extremely sketchy and I couldn't even see their face." SMG3 explained, showing off the object in his hand which was black with yellow accents.

"It can basically edit things so I can presume it can overwrite people's memories". He tossed the remote in the air, trying to act cool but missed catching it, leading to it falling on the ground. Luckily, it didn't break.

"Can I use it, pretty please? I swear I won't mess up!" Mario battered his long eyelashes as he went into puppy eye mode.

"Fine. But only after I explain to you how we're going to do it." SMG3 stated, picking up the remote once again and dusting it off.

"Okie dokie!" Mario said, his face excited as he hoped this plan would actually work this time.

"First of all, since it's the whole school assembly tomorrow we'll hack into the school computers and create a live stream of you using the remote and saying what you will overwrite. After that, we will stop the live stream and erase all evidence that we hacked into the school system!"

"Before that, we'll lock Orange Juice somewhere so he can't go to assembly so he can feel so much pain when he finds out everyone hates him"

"And after that, I finally get to be with my true love!" Mario added on, dreaming of his future.

"Yup, and I don't have to do this anymore." SMG3 sighed, grateful that this might end soon

"Thank you so much S-M-G-3!! I wouldn't have done it without you!!" Mario exclaimed, hugging SMG3 a bit too tightly as SMG3 felt his bones crack inside of him.

"Yeah, you wouldn't have" SMG3 patted Mario's head as he ignored how much pain he was in right now.

"All we need to do now is wait for tomorrow," SMG3 said as he lay on his bed, Mario still stuck to him as he felt himself fall into a soft slumber.

The sun beamed on Mario and the Mario recolour as the day approached forward. With both of them waking up shortly after, SMG3 ran down the plan to Mario again, knowing that he probably forgot again.

After they both got ready for the day, they rushed out to the school entrance, earlier than usual as they needed the time to get this done right. They could not deal with another failure.

The first step was getting Orange Juice locked somewhere. The best choice was the Broom Closet as it was soundproof so he couldn't scream for help. Not many students were in the school right now which helped with not getting caught and one of those students was Orange Juice himself as he liked helping get the teachers ready for the school day.

What a goody-two-shoes, Mario thought as he walked in the direction of the object head in question who was right now talking to one of the science teachers, Dr Robotnik. Or was it Dr Eggman? Mario could never remember any of the teachers' names, let alone this one.

"Excuse me Orange Juice," Mario said, butting into the two's conversation, putting on his best innocent act. "I was told by one of the maths teachers that you were needed in her classroom to help out away new supplies with her."

"Oh really? Well, why don't you show me the way? Sorry about this Dr Robotnik, I need to deal with this first" Orange Juice politely said, his charisma and charm leaking out of him like a disgusting pest. He disgusted Mario with how nice and kind he was. As if he was perfect.

Mario, still having his act of sweet innocence on, led the object-headed teenager to his doom, the broom closet. The door was already open and all he needed to do was to push Orange Juice in and lock the door with the only keys it had.

"I don't remember the Broom Closet being open at this tim-" Before Orange Juice could finish his sentence, Mario shoved him in and locked the door quickly before he skipped off to find where SMG3 was.

The second step was hacking into the school computers which SMG3 had already done by the time Mario had found where he was, in the empty classroom Meggy was forced to be in during her Catering classes.

Now all they had to do was wait for assembly.

30 minutes had passed and assembly had just started. SMG3 pressed the record button and Mario got in place ready to say his lines. The spaghetti-loving man pressed the overwrite button on the remote before anyone could do anything about the hacking attack.

"Orange Juice is a horrible horrible person. He has cheated on Mr Puzzles countless of times and kicks puppies for fun. He enjoys content farms and has made several in the past. He also doesn't like Chappell Roan which is very homophobic of him."

The live stream then quickly ended as SMG3 erased any evidence of them tapering with the school system.

They both hoped this worked as if it didn't, they would be in so much trouble.

It has worked. Everyone hated Orange Juice. He was the talk of the school gossip. Mr Puzzles, dramatically broke up with the object head as he cursed the ever-living shit out of the confused man.

But Mario wasn't finished. No. Sure, he could just be with Mr Puzzles now but that wasn't enough for him. He needed to kill that disgusting glass of orange juice and show him that he should have never messed with the Mario. Ever.

So he waited until the day was over and everyone had gone home, even the teachers. Expect for Orange Juice who was in detention for the entire day, even the night.

Freshly sharpened knife in hand, he walked in a stalker-like motion to the door of the detention room. His prey sitting nervously at a lone desk.

His heart beat loudly as he slowly turned the handle of the door, knife behind his back.

"Hello Orange Juice~" Mario said sinisterly, which actually did sound sinister for once as the writer could afford a voice actor. Though since it's in text, you can't tell.

"Oh uh hi? Um, is my detention over?" The teenager asked, looking as if this was his first experience of detention ever.

"Hmm... I'm not sure..." Mario stated, his free hand pointing to his cheek. "Your life sure will be soon" He revealed the knife from his back, his free hand stroking it masochistically.

"W-What?" Orange Juice said, startled and afraid as Mario walked slowly closer to him, menacingly.

"G-get away from me you... You psycho!" The object-headed teenager exclaimed as he pushed the table in front of him to the ground in an attempt to distract Mario and ran towards the door of the detention room and into the halls.

"Oh how I love the ones that run, they give such a thrilling chase..." Mario stated lovingly, as he started stalking the halls, waiting until Orange Juice had run out of energy or into a dead end so he could do the final blow.

Orange Juice ran, ran for his life. His day was not going great so far, to say the least. Firstly he was locked into a broom closet, then everyone started hating him for no reason and he got detention. Now he's getting chased by a sociopath. What's next? Is he going to get indoctrinated into a cult? Wouldn't surprise him at this point!

He turned the corner, his breath rapid and uneven. He had to find an exit. Why was this school so big? It was like hell trying to find a decent exit at this rate.

He suddenly tripped on a shard of glass while running, what would be his left cheek shattered as he fell. Glitch, now he was losing blood? This was not a good time to do so! Especially since that rapid animal is chasing after him.

Picking himself up quickly, he ran and ran, his left hand stopping the orange juice from spilling onto the floor any longer.

Back to Mario, he was drooling like a dog with rabies, his excitement and anger increasing by the second as he searched and searched for that man stealing man.

He dug his knife into the walls of the building, the scratchiness making him feel even more alive. By the Glitch Productions above, this made him feel so much more alive than ever before. The adrenaline, the prey versus hunter mentality, the chase. It felt all so good.

After so long, Mario finally caught up to Orange Juice who had locked himself into a corner with nowhere to run to.

"Looks like the mouse has nowhere to go? Hm?" He asked, his knife glistening in the singular light illuminating this area.

"What do you want from me? Why are you doing this?" Orange Juice's voice was full of panic and prey instincts.

"You don't know? How naïve.." He pushed Orange Juice further into the corner, knife pointing to the throat of the fellow teenager whose breath hitched at the action.

"Maybe I'll be your saint this time and tell you myself." The knife dug into the object-head's throat slightly, the sour blood peeking itself through and onto the floor.

Mario kicked Orange Juice into the wall, his foot firmly planted and keeping the teenager in place. While doing this he took his knife away from the other's throat and grabbed both of his hands on it.

"This wouldn't have ended this way if you had never stepped in the way of me being with my one true love, Mr Puzzles"

He made a downward motion with the knife towards Orange Juice's heart and...

KILL HIM [SUCCESS]

KILL HIM [FAILURE]

KILL HIM [SUCCESS?]

[loveofbots]

Can you write about Rodimus, Swerve, and Whirl sneaking on their human s/o computer because they’re curious. and they accidentally install a bunch of viruses and other stuff?

I’m in a silly mood so I shall!!

Whirl:

- Where is his human >:((

- Charges into your hab suite as if he is coming to kill you, but in reality that’s just how he says hello

- Human isn’t here?? Puter!!!!

- Ok fr whirl is the WORST person to ever have open access to your personal stuff. He doesn’t even try to hide the fact he was on your computer. That bird is opening every file, clicking on pop ups to try and go down a rabbit hole. 

- He wants to see if you’re secretly as fucked up as he is, if you are, congrats! Whirl feels terrible that you went through a similar experience to him.

You return, head pounding from the droning of Ultra Magnus and his list of highly specific rules that you promise to yourself you will never memorize. Honestly you just wanted a warm drink, your cozy pajamas, and your big bird to cuddle with. Hopefully he wasn’t feeling too chaotic today. Upon opening your bedroom door you found that wasn’t going to be the case. There was whirl, hunched over your tiny laptop that was blue screened, one golden optic staring back at you. 

“Hey, ‘puter broke.”

“Goddamnit Whirl.” 

Swerve: 

- Actually the only person on this list allowed to use your laptop, specifically for watching human shows/YouTube. 

- One day however, after watching one too many hacker shows and a couple computer tech tutorials, curiosity gets the better of swerve and he opens up the files on your laptop. 

- He types in a few commands, hoping to discover the hidden secrets of the human internet. Totally not looking for anything dirty you may have saved. All goes well at first, he does end up finding some dirt on you. Good luck keeping that a secret now btw. 

- Until he goes into your settings and completely messes up your computer. He’s freaking out, what did he just do!? Swerve is frantically trying to fix everything and just making it worse. The poor minibot starts panicking when he imagines your angry face seeing how he messed up your computer. 

Seeing Swerve crying in front of your laptop was... surprisingly not uncommon. Usually the answer was a very sad earth movie, or perhaps even ultra cute earth animals. So when you went to comfort your mech you were taken aback when he tried to push you away. 

“Swerve, what’s wrong?” 

“I-I-I messed up! I really, really messed up! I’m so sorry Y/N.” The bot burst into tears when you saw the state of your computer and gasped. Babbling about how it was his fault and an accident and he would do anything to make it up to you. Your sweet kiss shuts him up effectively. “You’re not... Mad?”

“No, we can work this out together.” Your computer was fine. 

Rodimus: 

- Him? With unrestricted internet access? That’s the set up to a bad joke. 

- Roddy got bored and like the devious totally innocent captain he is, decided to look at what you’ve been up to online. Please please imagine him laying on his stomach with his feet kicking in the air on this tiny ass laptop this is so funny to me.

- Definitely checks ALL your socials. Dating all the way back to when you were still on earth. His spark warms a bit seeing you so happy on a planet he’s been to before. Maybe makes a few embarrassing posts as you on your social media. 

- Checks your search history to see if there’s anything raunchy. Rodimus ends up on some really sketchy websites. And yeah, he does try to download a car.

- Freaks out when suddenly a thousand pop ups start clouding the screen of your laptop. OH- Oh he’s in big trouble now. 

“What are you doing?”

The prime lets out an indignant shriek as he slams your laptop shut. Your accusing tone mocking his very existence. Wide blue optics meet your eyes, and he tries to give you a smile. A very, guilty looking smile.

“NOTHING! Nothing, I mean. Just being your captain and making sure you aren’t hiding some super secret earth information or anything.” Primus, that sounded bad even by his standards. Your crossed expression was what broke him however, and with a pout handed you back your laptop. 

Needless to say he was definitely grounded from the internet the next month or so, child locks and all. 

[stardust948]

Frenemies AU

Platinum Music Awards part 1

Bumi, leading some producers: Over there! There's Hakoda with that large sandwich!

Producer: There's my guy!

Hakoda: *confused chewing noise*

Ursa: What's going on?

Producer: Hakoda Kuruk.

Hakoda: *Trying to talk with his mouth full*

Producer:

Ursa: Just spit it in my hands.

Hakoda: *spits out sandwich*

Ursa: Ah... It's warm...

Producer: You done?

Hakoda: *nods*

Producer: Hakoda Kuruk! That was quite the audition. How would you like to sing at this year's Platinum Music awards?!

Hakoda: Yes! Yes! Absolutely!

Assistant: Um, what's that on his face?

Producer: Looks like mustard. Alright let's try that again. Everyone back to take one! Wipe his face!

Assistant: *wipes Hakoda's face and takes his sandwich*

Ursa: Hey you did it!

Hakoda: I did it! I'm going to sing on the Platinum Music awards! *hugs her*

Ursa: Uh, do you want your sandwich back? *points to glob in her hand*

Hakoda: Keep it.

Ursa: Thanks. *wipes it on him*

___

[Meeting with the producers]

Head Producer: The audience likes to see a personality. A character! Music pppfffttt whatever.

Hakoda: What do you mean? I thought the audition was for singing.

Assistant: He's saying we want to create a personality for you.

Hakoda: You want to give me a make over?

Assistant: Yes!

Head Producer: But you must not tell anyone this. Not even your family or friends.

Hakoda: Sounds a little sketchy.

Head Producer: This is too big to trust to anyone else! We've been in the show business for years and know the ins and outs. We won't steer you wrong.

Hakoda: Okay...

Head Producer: Great! Now you know what's in? Rebellious, bad boy, rock star! The kind who goes to a fancy restaurant, yells at the waiter, throws a fit, and shoves ravioli down a cop's pants!

Hakoda: And people would think I'm a terrible person!

Assistant: Exactly!

Head Producer: That will create buzz! Get everyone talking about you!

Hakoda: This is wrong.

Head Producer: Trust us kid. Of course, if it's too much there were other amazing auditions...

Hakoda: No. I-I'll do it.

___

[At a restaurant]

Waitress: Water?

Hakoda: *Flinches* What?! Oh yeah, water's fine.

Bato: Hakoda look! It's Mechanist Pudi! He walked on the moon.

Hakoda: Uh yeah. *sees producers watching him from another table* W-Walking's great excerise.

Bato: Something bothering you?

Hakoda: W-What? Why would you say that?

Bato: Because you seem all freaked out. I feel like I'm with my Gran-Gran.

Hakoda: *fake laughs*

Bato: That laugh seems insincere.

Waitress: Ok, we have a fish fillet dish for you and a five-flavor soup with sea prunes for you.

Bato: This looks delicious. Thanks.

Hakoda: *nervously glances at producers*

Head Producer: *nods*

Hakoda: What is this?!

Waitress: Uh, you ordered-

Hakoda: Where's the manager?!

Bato: Koda maybe you should-

Hakoda: Stay outta this!

Bato: Well!

Waitress: Sir, if you would rather have something else-

Hakoda: NO! What I would rather is you get fired for being an incompetent waitress!

Bato: Uh check please.

Hakoda: *flips table*

Bato: My fish!

Mechanist Pudi: Excuse me young man, there's no need to get upset over-

Hakoda: Gimme that ravioli! *snatches a dish then shoves it down Mechanist Pudi's pants*

Assistant: That's not the stunt double.

Head Producer: Who cares! This is so much better!

Stunt Cop: Is there a problem here?

Hakoda, realizing the mess up: Oh no.

part 2

[hollowfaith]

🌻 lmao

misc action memes

🌻 - for my muse to suddenly hold your muse’s hand .

A dark alley, a forbidding looking sky, and police sirens in the distance...

It's no wonder Eiden feels uneasy as he follows Aurelius through the deserted streets. Actually, if it was anyone else but Aurelius he'd be thinking the guy was taking him away to off him (or you know, try something adventurous), but the indifferent look on the angel's face completely dismisses that possibility.

"How much further is it?" he asks while following on the other guy's heels.

"Not far."

"You know, it'd be faster if we flew there—"

"No."

"I want to avoid touching you again if I can help it."

"All right, all right, fine." Eiden rolls his eyes. Once upon a time that might've actually happened, but their daily tiffs and fights have made that less likely these days. Somehow they've skipped being civil to attacking each other on sight—though to be fair the angel absolutely deserved it, being the prissy prude poopoohead he was everyday.

What did Klaus see in this guy anyways?

"None of your business."

Oh. Had he said that out loud?

Scratching his head at the slip, Eiden continued to shadow Aurelius' steps. The fortune-telling shop that the angel had purportedly found predicted all sorts of strange fates and destinies for everyone involved. The only problem was that the fortune-teller herself wanted to read the palm of a "man with a complex love life," promptly Aurelius to drag Eiden along with him this time. Personally, Eiden didn't think his relationships were that complicated—they were just extensive, but the thought of snooping on Aurelius and getting a complimentary fortune told was too much to resist.

He would've refused if he'd known they were going in the dark, though—and to an extremely sketchy part of Crimson Lane, no less.

"Hey, Aurelius—"

"What is it?"

"What were you doing here in the first place, anyways?"

The angel pauses to give him a scornful look. "Saving lives."

Eiden snorts. "Yeah. Yeah, I bet you were..."

"I most certainly was."

"Uh-huh. Well, if you need recommendations for a place, I know a few good ones."

"If it's from you, I'll be sure to avoid them especially."

"Reallllly? You know, the ones with private rooms are fun to rent out. If you and Klaus went—"

"Be quiet."

Eiden snickers. All right, maybe this wasn't all bad.

—

"Welcome. I've been expecting you both."

When they eventually reach the fortune-teller's shop, Eiden has to struggle not to arch his eyebrows at the woman. She's the most stereotypical "fortune-teller" he's seen: fancy head scarf, crystal ball, smoky makeup, the works.

Then he spots the telltale glint of the smoke machine before her and how it conveniently swooshes around when she talks to her (electric-powered) glowing crystal ball and yep, 9/10 this woman was a scam and ripping Aurelius off.

Not that he'd ruin all her hard work in fleecing the golden fob.

"Hmm..." she begins, slender fingers (and those long, long nails) swirling "mysteriously" around her orb. "You said your name was Eiden...Eiden Itadori. I see. The readings I get from you are very strong, very potent...indeed, you are a man destined for a life rich in love..."

Next to him, Aurelius stands with arms folded, patiently waiting for her to finish her spiel. Eiden tries not to snicker again as he adopts a fitting "believer's face." "Really? Then can you tell me who my next lover will be?"

"Hm, yes...I do see..." the lady doesn't even look up, too absorbed in her playacting. "He is...someone you already know. Someone you feel close to, and who feels close to you in turn..."

Eiden wonders if all the fortune-tellers get their lines from the same books.

"He is...a tall, dark, and handsome man...whose name begins with...A."

Now he's a little disappointed. Even though she was a scammer, Eiden was at least expecting something a little closer...even R would've worked, sheesh.

"How much taller?" Aurelius suddenly asks.

Huh? Eiden glances up to see the blond suddenly looking serious. Since when was this guy interested in his love life?

"The crystal ball tells me..." the fortune-teller concentrates, then bats her eyelashes at Aurelius. "...that the mysterious lover is about your height."

"Dark-haired?" Aurelius presses on and Eiden begins to get a bad premonition. "Dare I ask, does he have green eyes too?"

"Hold on, Aurelius—"

"Indeed!" Sensing an opening, the fortune-teller latches on. "Why child, you never told me you were so talented in the Gift. The man you speak of...indeed has green eyes and dark hair. Long? No...straight...or not quite," she peers closely at Aurelius' darkening expression and brightens. "Curly, I suppose. Perhaps even waves."

Eiden blanches. Why were they describing Klaus all of a sudden? Anyways, his name started with K so there was no reason for Aurelius to overreact—

"Anghelescu."

Uh-oh.

Before Aurelius could unleash his wrath on the poor unsuspecting woman, Eiden does the greatest noble sacrifice of his week and grabs Aurelius by the hand. "Wait!"

Aurelius doesn't budge beyond shooting him a frosty look.

"I mean, not all fortune-telling is accurate!" Eiden laughs before blabbering on, "Look, if you were standing in the dark you'd be tall, dark, and handsome too, plus your name begins with an A."

Aurelius scowls. "She said he had wavy hair and green eyes."

"Well, couldn't you get a perm and contacts? You like Klaus so much you might as well be him some days! So calm down, hey—?!"

He sees Aurelius reaching out towards the oblivious fortune-telling woman. Unsure of what he'd do, Eiden jerks hard on the angel's hand to drag him to his side. "I mean it, you're handsome okay? Still an asshat at the end of the day but at least your looks don't hurt! Though I'd rather eat dirt than date you and your terrible personality—"

"She's gone."

"Eh?"

Aurelius shakes off Eiden's hand and looks irritably at the table where the fortune-teller was sitting just moments ago. It seemed she'd slipped away via a back entrance during the distraction. "The woman you defended so earnestly just ran away. That's a poor way to repay you."

"It's not like you would've hurt her anyways if you were staying in Klaus's good books," Eiden shoots back.

"Do you always think me so capable of violence?"

"Haven't I seen enough of your violence towards me?!"

"Then why do you stick around?" Aurelius is back to folding his arms, this time focusing his scrutiny on Eiden. "If you know you irritate me, then you should try to please me instead."

"Yeah, right! You're not worth all that effort."

"But Klaus is?"

Eiden furrows his brows. Why were they back on that touchy subject again?

"You value Klaus' friendship so highly that you would risk dealing with me to keep it. The easier choice would be simply to give it up," Aurelius points out.

"My friendships aren't that cheap."

"Then how much—"

"You don't put a price on stuff like that, dumbass!"

"Humans put a price on everything."

"Not all humans. Not me!"

"Then I will put a price on you."

"You wish!" In a fit of pique, Eiden picks up the crystal ball and throws it at him. Aurelius bats it away, where it falls onto the ground and shatters into pieces—luckily, none of which fall close enough to graze their skins.

"Guys like you," Eiden snaps, "break everything they touch eventually! Just you watch! You're the one most likely to ruin things for yourself!"

Aurelius bristles. "You're being very disagreeable today."

"What? Can't handle the truth?"

"I consider words from you to be pure hearsay."

"Says the guy so insecure he has to ask a fortune-teller to give him answers!"

"All you do is judge my character based on my actions."

"Like you're any different!"

"Have you ever proved me wrong?"

"Well, have you? Asshole!"

(Their argument continues until the local police force escorts them out of the district for disturbing people's sleep.)

[reaper-bloodmoon]

(Starry Royalty) The Day They Met...

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Guardian Bear Kingdom, H7 Multiverse

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Moon, the old one, had decided to visit the multiverse connected to his own in some way. Of course, it wasn't exactly easy given he had to sneak around his whole family and new little brother, Atlas, but he managed it in the end. They had ended up in a rather grandeur kingdom where literally every being that lived here was huge in comparison, or at least the adults were.

Moon: Ugh....I'm starving...oh hello...!

Moon had stumbled upon a bakery, and it appeared to be a rather popular one given that it looked quite busy at the moment.

Moon: Ah screw it, their treats might actually be decent.

Moon swung the door open, walking up to the order line to see a...very tall half wolf toon person in front of them, looking all dressed up and appeared to be struggling to pick some treats to take home.

Moon: Uh....hey...

WolfQueen: !!! Holy shenron on a stick-!

WolfQueen whacked Moon with their tail as they spun around, knocking Moon onto his ass onto the floor.

Moon: Nyagh, geez!

WolfQueen: Ugh...shit, I, er....

WolfQueen awkwardly helped Moon get up, feeling rather embarassed.

WolfQueen: ...Sorry...I wasn't expecting anyone to straight up talk to me yet.

Moon: Yet??

WolfQueen: I'm trying to figure out what to order before my "blind date" comes around. My younger cousin set it up for me because I'm okay with at least trying this whole "dating" thing.

Moon: ....Oh, you too?

WolfQueen: ...AroAce spec too?

Moon: Yes!

WolfQueen: Agh, yes, my homie!

The entire interaction looks like it's straight outta some cartoon, WolfQueen yoinking Moon into a side hug against her hip. Moon can't really help the slight heat in his face at being this physically close to someone.

WolfQueen: ....You good?

Moon: Mmmmm yup totally fine.

WolfQueen: Well okay then.

It's now WolfQueen's turn to order, having decided on what she'll be getting. Moon, meanwhile, starts stammering and acting kinda flustered due to the fact the bakery owners are standing there without any clothes on, fur covering them from head to toe but still, seeing giant bear people without any clothes on wasn't on their bingo card today.

WolfQueen: I'll be taking four moon muffins and two choco mint shakes please.

Moon: Wait, why are you-?

WolfQueen: It's for me and you, I'm not about to miss an opportunity to treat my new friend. Besides, you seem like my type of person.

Moon: ...You don't care that I'm an animatronic?

WolfQueen: Uh, duh?? Animatronics have rights in this multiverse you know.

Moon: ...WE DO??

WolfQueen: ...Do they not where you're from?

Moon: No, we have to sign everything under a human alias! You mean to tell me that I could own a house in this world and no one would bat an eye at the fact I'm an animatronic!?

WolfQueen: Uh, yeah.

Moon: ...Fuck it I'm gonna live in this multiverse for the most part at least I have rights here!

Azure(OC by u/SnacksAttacked on Reddit, he's an old friend that makes stuff that takes place in the H7 multiverse): Your muffins and choco mint shakes are ready, that will be 20 gold.

WolfQueen: Here you go, thanks.

WolfQueen hands Azure the 20 gold and takes Moon with them over to a nearby table, setting the food and drinks down.

Moon: So...gold's the currency here?

WolfQueen: Gold and silver, the entire economy was redone because humans are no longer the dominant species here.

Moon: And...no crazy ass giant brain is behind it?

WolfQueen: Nope, just a war between humans and non-humans where the humans lost and the remaining population had to be sent to live on this one island.

Moon: ....Wild...

WolfQueen: Yeah I know, it is pretty wild. But, again, animatronics have rights here so that could be seen as a positive.

Moon: True.

It's then that WolfQueen's blind date shows up, who appears to be a toon cat person with a rather sketchy vibe.

??: Uh....is WolfQueen here?

Moon: ...Okay do not like the vibes of them at all.

WolfQueen: Oh my kami kai did Lake even do a background check on the guy, kami damnit Lake!

Moon: Lake?

WolfQueen: They're the younger cousin that set this up, let's just finish eating and go, you're coming with me since I don't have my spear on me.

Moon: ....Okay-

??: Heyyyy you must be WolfQueen, right? You're a lot...taller than I expected.

WolfQueen: Tch, that a bad thing?

??: Well...I mean....tall girls aren't usually-

Moon: Stopping you right there buddy, one derogatory comment towards them and I skin you alive.

??: Oh come on, they're my date, man!

Moon: Not anymore, my date now bitch.

??: What??

WolfQueen: WHAT?!?!

Moon: Yup, come on, let's go, I got our drinks since we finished those muffins pretty quick.

WolfQueen: Haha okay, was gonna do that anyway before we got stopped by this bozo.

WolfQueen hooks her left arm around one of Moon's, leaving the toon cat person behind, seething in anger.

??: You can't just do that!!

Moon: Oh I can, and I just did. Later loser.

??: I will make you regret this!

Moon and WolfQueen completely ignore them, WolfQueen breathing a sigh of relief while shaking their head.

WolfQueen: You actually just claimed me as your date, that's real bold of you.

Moon: Eh, I can be.

WolfQueen: ...Heh, like that in a person. But also, like, do you wanna get to know each other even more now?

Moon: Yeah sure why not? Got nothing better to do anyway now other than finally claiming a home under my actual name later.

WolfQueen: I can help with finding a place for ya if you want.

Moon: Yeah, I'd like that. Thanks, uh...

WolfQueen: WolfQueen Inui. You can just call me Queenie.

Moon: Ah...uh, just call me Moon.

WolfQueen: Got it, cool.

[imnotsorryforanyofthis]

Quirkless Advantage

Chapter seventeen: Tree House

Warning: Lots and lots of cussing…..

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These chapters are going to be stupid and short. Enjoy reading!

———

"Thank god that it is Friday," Haru says, putting his things into his backpack. "Yeah, me too," I say, putting my things into my backpack before the bell rings for school to end. The bell rings and we both get up and walk out of class.

"So," Haru starts and I look up at him, "What are you doing this weekend?" "I'm going somewhere today with a friend," I say. "You're going with that guy that you call 'Dumb Fox' on your phone aren't you?" Haru says walking over to his car and I follow him. "Yes, I am," I say. "Where are you going?" He asks, putting his backpack in his backseat. "I don't know yet but we're going to meet up at some park," I say and he looks at me. "Why would you go with him? You don't even know where you two are going? Isn't that a little sketchy?" He asks and I shrug. "I know but I"ll be fine. I know not to go into creepy black vans and not to drink the kool aid," I joke but he doesn't laugh.

"Ok well, I have to go to work so I'll talk to you later," I wave goodbye and walk away.

I walk to my car and get in. I hear my phone go off and see 'Dumb Fox'. Instead of texting him back I decided to call him.

"What do you want? I'm trying to drive to work," I say and I hear him laugh. "Hiya to you too Bunny," Dabi says through the car since it's connected to it. "What do you want?" I ask. "Well, I was going to ask you something but because of your delightful greeting, I totally forgot," He says. "Yeah, I don't care...Now leave me alone," I say going to hang up the phone, but was interrupted by him talking. "Hey! Hey! Wait!" He says and I roll my eyes and sigh. "What?" I ask. "What time do you get off of work?" He asks. "I get off at seven...Why do you want to know?" I ask him. "I'll see you when you get home" He says quickly and hangs up before I can answer him.

—

"Have a good day," I say, smiling kindly at the customer as they walk away. I groan when they walk out of the door. "Five more minutes and then I can go," I say outloud to myself.

One minute goes by. I've checked that everything is back in its place.

Two minutes goes by. I've checked out another customer.

Three minutes goes by. I've paced back and forth.

Four minutes goes by. I've checked out the last customer.

Five minutes goes by. "Fucking finally," I say out loud. I look to my left and see my manager walking towards me to get the cash register money. "Uh, hi...can I go now?" I ask quietly. My manager nods laughing, "Yes, you can fucking finally go now." I laugh and walk towards the breakroom to get my things.

Once I get my things, I go to my car and drive home.

I get there and take a shower. I get out of the shower in a towel and I hear a knock on the front door. Without thinking I open the door and see a dark haired tall figure in front of me.

"Dabi, what are you doing here?! How do you even know where I live?!" I yell at him. He looks me up and down and smirks, "I have my ways." I roll my eyes and open the door wider to let him in. "You're lucky that no one is here," I say, shutting the door behind him, "Stay in here. I'm going to change." I can feel him staring at me as I walk away to my room.

After a couple of minutes, I am dressed so I walk out of my room brushing my wet hair. "I think you look better with just a towel on," Dabi says standing on the wall outside of my room. I jump from hearing him so close to me and I just walk past him. "Actually, I wouldn't mind taking off the towel myself," Dabi says and I turn around to hit him with my brush but he catches my wrist. "Let's just go," I say, ripping my wrist from his grasp and setting my brush down on the bathroom counter.

We put our shoes on by the door and I lock the front door. We walk down the stairs and I see a dark blue car.

At least it isn't black..

"I thought that we were going to meet up at the park?" I ask, standing right infront of the car, looking into the sparkly dark blue paint. "I...Uh...changed my mind," Dabi says walking towards the driver's side, "I thought of somewhere else to go."

I get in the car and he drives off.

I look around his car and notice that it was surprisingly clean. There's two coffee cups in the center console, a lot of masks on the floor beneath my feet, a blue fire symbol on a black chain that is over the front view mirror. "The one further in the back is yours," Dabi says, pointing to the coffee. I pick it up and start to take a sip but stop, "Did you actually pay for this or did you steal it?" Dabi touches his chest with his hand and scoffs, "How could you think of me so lowly?"

I look over at him with dead eyes, "Well, maybe it's the fact that you are a villain that has stolen things before so..." I say and he glances over at me. "Touche," he says.

"I really did pay this time. I also paid back at the diner when you so kindly left me with the bill," Dabi says sarcastically.

I take a sip of my coffee.

"I'm not sorry for any of that," I say giggling quietly.

Dabi looks over at me and smiles.

I look at him with wide eyes, "Holy shit! I have never actually seen you smile!" He looks in front of him again, "I've smiled before in front of you." "Yeah, no...You've only smirked after noticeably flirting, sarcastic remarks, and stupid answers," I say taking another sip of coffee.

"You're not as oblivious as I thought you were," Dabi says, picking up his coffee cup and taking a sip. "That's mean," I mumble and put down my coffee cup in the center console.

Dabi looks over at me as I look forward. I can see him in the corner of my eye smiling.

Smile number two.

I see someone walk into the road that we are turning on. "Look out!" I yell and Dabi swurves his car and stops.

I feel the heat before understanding what just happened. I look down on my shirt and pants and see a brown stain. I look up and see the person that was in the road on the other side and continues to walk.  At least they're fine...

Apparently I'm not...

"Shit! Are you ok?" Dabi says looking at his now empty coffee cup that was in his hands, now in my lap while the liquid is all over my shirt and pants. "Uh, sure..." I say trying to ignore the burning pain.

Dabi goes in to lift up the coffee cup and even with the littlest of movement, I hurt from the cup. He sees me wince and starts his car. "Shit," he mumbles to himself over and over.

A few minutes after driving fast, he stops the car over at the side of the road where anyone that passes wouldn't notice the car. He looks over at me, "Do you think you can walk a little bit?" "Uh, sure," I say, getting out of the car slowly. We walk into the woods slowly and after about ten minutes Dabi stops and looks up.

I look towards where he was looking and see a ladder nailed to the trunk of a tree. I slowly look up.

There is a big tree house that is built in the tree. A small little porch attached around it.

"I used to go here with my siblings," Dabi starts but stops. I look over at him and see a sad look on his face. "They don't go here anymore. Not after what happened," He says quietly.

I take his hand in mine.

"Let's go on in," I say as the pain fades away.

Pain fading away from our burns.

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Here is the link to all of the chapters

Link to next: Chapter eighteen: Memories

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NEWSPAPER

[Page 1] News Paper Article

[Page 2] Article is stepped on.

[Page 3] Students are talking and milling. One student, Sakita, is annoyed.

[Page 4]

Sakita, sitting in the front of the class: Tch, still not here. Anya: For @#$%’s sake, I don’t want to hear Mr. Newman’s lecture again. Sakita: Don’t curse, I’ll get you written up. Anya: Class hasn’t started yet, Sakita.

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Elija: I heard that they didn’t find the bodies til this morning. Their families didn’t even know about…ya know. Makisig: How do you not know someone is meeting up with fiends every night? I mean, c’mon. It’s not hard to tell when someone is being sketchy.

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Frankie: Folks from a slum like that probably don’t even know how many kids they have, let alone who's doing what. Makisig, rolls his eyes and turns away from Frankie. Frankie: I’m serious. I read in the paper the other day the percentages of fiendish converts that are able to hide in the slums. It said nearly 25% of its population. Harmony: [Gasp.] How awful. Frankie: I know. If you ask me they should clear out those kinds of neighborhoods. They give this place a bad name. Harmony, light-hearted: Frankie, you shouldn’t say things like that. Cherry: Yeah Frankie, maybe you oughta shut up.

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Frankie: Woah, looks likes someone’s got her panties in a twist. Cherry: Nope, just hate to hear someone wasting air. Frankie: You know Cherry, I’m starting to think you have a crush on me with how obsessed you get with me everytime I talk. Cherry, laughs: Oh, is that what you tell yourself when you’re met with disgust from girls? I mean, I know that’s like every interaction you have, but wow. There’s coping and then there’s delusional.

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Frankie: Wow, sad attempt at humor. But hey, shouldn’t be the only kind of failure you should get used to. Osvaldo: Dude. Cherry: No, no. Let him speak, it just makes me wanna hit him more. Fabiola: Cherry, c’mon he’s not worth it. Frankie: Yeah Cherry, move along. I bet the whole reason you’re mad anyway is cause you’re from those same slums, huh? Was I hitting a little too close to home?

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Cherry laughs. “You’re right, Fabiola. He’s not worth it.” Hits him. “Doesn’t mean he doesn’t deserve it.”

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Fighting ensues between Cherry and Frankie. Ramil tries to push Frankie off of her, but she pulls his out of the way.

[Page 10]

Joseph (a teacher for a different homeroom) gets there and has to break it up with his favor (magical gift. His allows him to control puppets!): “What happened?” No one talks, Harmony goes to speak up and Osvaldo stops her and shakes his head. Joseph: “No one?”…

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Joseph: “Fine. Cherry and Frankie, go to the principal's office... Go now."

[Page 12]

Text over Diwa in the rain with a smoking sword with Jospeh's dialogue over it: "Diwa will decide the consequences of both of your actions when they’re back.”

ONLINE NEWS BLOG

[Page 13] A screen with words. Hands typing on a keyboard.

[Page 14] Character, Princess, gets an email about the CEO of her work being arrested on charges of libel.

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Princess laughs: “Aw, how quaint.” Princess: “President, your hand is showing.”

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She gets a call, Princess: “Amanda I saw the article—”

Princess: “Oh. Hey, it’s been a minute. How’s the dog hunt going?”

Princess: “I see.”

Princess: “I’ll try to fit it into my schedule.”

Diwa: “Thank you, Princess. I really appreciate it.”

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Princess: “Of course, what else are best friends for?”

Princess: “Talk to you later, bye.”

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Snapport Blog Post: New Wave of Cyber Censorship -- Signs of Authoritarianism

ZINE

[Page 19] Picture of a girl with a fish head and two middle fingers.

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Dagati: “You know you were being stupid right?” Cherry: “Well, I wasn’t gonna let him run his mouth like that.” Dagati: “Cherry, you could get in serious trouble.” Ciro: “I think we’re forgetting he had it coming.” Dagati: “I’m serious guys! You hit him. You could get expelled. You know how the school is with their ‘violence’ policy.”

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Ciro: “His words are violent. I doubt if Diwa heard him, they would’ve let it slide.” Pause, distance. Cherry: “I didn’t even use my favor…c’mon Dagati, I’ll be fine.” … Cherry, sighs. Sits down and taps on her paper: “Can you not ignore me?”

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Dagati: “I’m not.” Cherry: “It feels like it.” Another pause. Ciro comes to sit beside her and bump her shoulder. Ciro: “Gati, what is it?”

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Dagati: “I knew them.” Ciro: “Who?” Dagati: “The boys in the paper…I—”

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gonna write a bit heh:

Context: It was a summer day, and it was unfortunately raining, Dawn was walking alone with her umbrella in hand, listening to some music. Suddenly, a gust of wind blew her umbrella away, and she ran after it, determined to get it back. Fate was not on her side, and she slipped. She rubbed her head, grimacing at the pain, and noticed something or lack thereof.

Teen!Dawn: Why is everything so blurry? My glasses!

In a panic, she frantically tried to find them scrambling around on the slippery pavement.

As this was happening, Peter was on his way home after another irritating session of summer school, or at least he was on his way had he not seen the whole sad thing that just transfired.

He would've kept on walking, too, if it weren't for the fact that the cluts had been making such a fuss trying to find their dumb glasses.

Goth!Peter: *sighs* Dammit.

He walks on over to her brudgingly. Getting closer, he recognized her. It was the same dork whose "friends" ditched that one time. Just great. The old witch is going to give me such a head ache if he has stayed out too long, just like last time... let's just get this over with, he thought.

Goth!Peter: Hey you.

Dawn yelped upon hearing a sudden unfamiliar voice.

Goth!Peter: Did you run in the rain. Idiot...

Teen!Dawn: ...my umbrella got blown away, and I didn't have any other option...

Peter rolled his eyes.

Goth!Peter: Then... you fell on your ass, pretty hard, too. Some dingy old umbrella ain't worth bussing it for, damn thing is long gone anyhow.

Teen!Dawn: ....I thought i could've caught it! I-I swore I could. And yeah, I...fell.... :(

Peter shook his head and spotted her glasses. They were surprisingly farther away from her than he thought they'd be. He crouched down to fetch em. Looks like they're damaged.

Goth!Peter: Here it's obvious you needed these.

He puts her glasses directly in front of her. Dawn is surprised by the act and examines the cracks.

Teen!Dawn: Oh, uh. Thank you.

She smiles up at him, grateful for this seemingly stranger's help.

Peter doesn't respond at 1st merely nods looking away, seemingly annoyed.

Goth!Peter: tsk w-whatever don't mention it.

Lighting flashed, and thunder boomed. Clearly a sign that the weather was getting worse.

Goth!Peter: the fuck did it get this bad?

Peter grabbed Dawn's hand and started walking.

Teen!Dawn: Hey!?

Goth!Peter: We got to get out of this rain dummy!

Teen!Dawn: But I can walk myself.

GothPeter: Your glasses are wrecked, so just shut up, and let's get out of here!!

After some awhile, Peter found a nearby bus stop, one with seats and roofing. It's a decent shelter for now, beats being out in the rain.

The pair plopped on the seats, silently catching their breaths.

Dawn rubbed her hand, the guy gad a strong grip, and the rubber didn't help much either. Peter saw this feeling kind of bad that he involuntarily hurt her.

Goth!Peter: ....sorry for uh dragging you a long so suddenly and yelling earlier.

Teen!Dawn: it's ok, you were right with my totaled glasses and this rain i... don't think I'd be able to get home on my own... not now anyway...

Goth!Peter: Heh, I guess it was a good thing I was around then...I could go for a smoke right now. Damn rain.

Teen!Dawn: Oh wait a sec!

Dawn digs into her pocket and takes out her phone. She smiles brightly, seeing that it's still working fine.

Dawn: I can just call for a ride! Mom should be out of work now. Maybe she could drop you off?

Peter furrows his brow in disbelief

Goth!Peter: You'd really think she'd help out some sketchy looking creep like me? Tsk as if.

TeenDawn: well...yeah if I tell her you helped me! You seem nice enough to me.

GothPeter: Still naive as before, heh. I'm NOT nice, four eyes.

Dawn pouts as she dials the phone number.

Teen!Dawn: Well, could have fooled me, people that AREN'T nice don't help others. Airgo, you're nice.

Dawn sticks out her tongue trumpetly. Peter just smirks, shaking his head.

Goth!Peter: Tsk whatever four eyes...the rain is clearing up anyways so I'll get going anyway.

Peter tries to get up but is stopped by a gentle hand on his shoulder.

Dawn: Aw, really? You can't stay a little longer? She can't be that far, plus what if you get sick?

Peter eyes go wide, feeling a little warm all of a sudden. Peter pulls away.

Goth!Peter: Why do you even care???-n-no I can walk home geez get off my back already will you! Just get home four eyes, and don't let me catch doing dumb again! I can't keep rescuing you like some white knight, ugh!

Peter speeds off, flustered. For what reason he didn't know.

Dawn left alone now giggles.

Teen!Dawn: That was an interesting reaction, kind of cute, actually. I wonder what he meant by "keep rescusing me," though? Have we met before?

Dawn pondering was interrupted by her mother's voice. She wasn't too far as expected and with rain cleared somewhat Dawn could pinpoint which bus stop she was waiting in.

Peter didn't actually go home yet but was instead walked off far enough to not be seen but close enough to see that Dawn got picked up safely.

Goth!Peter: What a weird chick...too trusting clumsy and jumpy. Ugh....but....not so bad....nice at least....

Peter at last walks home, his hand on his shoulder never waving.

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That's it, heh :p

You found some shelter from the rain, but that goth boy is there too?