#you gotta explain before or be calm when they do it and you haven’t explained

[blodeuweddschild]

Imo most of the time a child should decided to do/not do something not because they know their parents don’t want them it and they’re scared of the consequences, but because their parent has explained why something should/shouldn’t be done in a way the child understands and makes sense to them. And consider if you can’t find a reason to explain to your kids, maybe there’s no reason at all and your rules are arbitrary

[hearts4werka]

Drugged Love

Summary: You and Chris meet when you're coming back from a gang meeting and he is coming back from a deal, your apperance caught his attention but him suddenly popping out from an alleyway makes you react in the opposite way he though you would. He places his number into your phone but you have to keep the relationship a secret because of your involvement with the dangerous gang… Genre: ANGST & SMUT (further into the story there will be smut dw) Drug dealer x gang member, ?strangers to lovers? Gangster, drug dealer, dark themes, alleyways, driving late at night, rainy night, troubled characters, third person pov and possibly more! Warnings: mentions of drug usage & being under the influence of hard drugs, gang involvement at a young age, illegal weapon possession, involvement in illegal activity, being held at gun point, ?slight threatening?, dark subjects will be involved further into the story including different types of childhood trauma, ass content ahead and possibly more!

The idea is from @leoslaboratory and was requested by @yourmother29 in this ask so thank you both luvies!

"Have a good night everyone." I say to the people left in the conference room as I rise from my chair, grabbing my jacket off the back of the chair and walk out of the room.

“Bless your soul, child.” I hear one of the older women who were remaining in the conference room, shooting her a warm smile as she lights a cigarette that way neatly placed between her lips who do look like they haven’t met male lips nor seen chapstick in at least 25 years.

Walking down the stairs of the building and out of the exit I look around on the streets to make sure no one was lurking in the shadows behind the streetlight softly lighting the road and side walk.

My outfit mostly consists of the color black which is typically normal but having the hood of my hoodie over my head and my clothing cocealing most of my body which at night can be quite concearning and unsual to see. (I didnt find any reference for this so use your imagination)

I make my way back to my car, wanting to get back home after the meeting which lasted over an hour. Feeling the tiredness state affect my awarness of my surroundings, suddenly theres a tall, but significantly attractive man standing infront of me.

Out of reflex I reach into the back pocket of my jeans and pull out a gun, placing it against the man's forehead to stop him from any further movements, my finger already hovering over the trigger.

He visibly tenses and freezes in place, his vision falling onto the barrel of the cold metal gun against his forehead. A shiver running down his spine as he starts to speak in an almost oddly calm voice. Like he’s been in a situation like this before.

"Woah there, don't gotta be so hostile from the start. I was just passing by." He explains, raising his hands into the air in surrender to asuure me he wont be causing any harm to my human being and looking quite friendly but at the same time a bit high.

"Oh, I'm sorry its just a.. reflex I guess." I state in an apologetic tone, pulling the gun away from his forehead and back into the back pocket of my jeans, feeling slight guilt wash over my body at the sudden situation and my actions.

"You don't look like those typical girls walkin' back home this late, you bein' followed that you needa pull a gun on strangers?" He asks, a feeling of protectiveness washes over me at his question. It;s a weird feeling to be feeling to a man that you have just met.

"I can get pretty defensive when it comes to walking home at night. And no, no one is following me, atleast I don't think so" I answer, glancing around and comprehending my surroundings more than before and feeling certainly more awake now. Letting the tiredness state evaporate into the air.

“Ima walk you to wherever you gotta go, m’kay?” He insists, moving to stand next to me and ready to walk to my destination. Showing no signs of moving from his new currently taken spot.

“You don’t have to, don’t you also have places to be at?” I ask, still standing in the same spot I was from the beginning. Reassuring him that he doesn’t need to walk me back home and feeling slightly hesitant with a random stranger walking with me. “I’ll be fine, really. I know how to defend myself.”

“Yeah but I can’t let a pretty thing like you walk alone at night, especially with all the creeps around these alleyways.” He demands, clearly not taking my negative answer into consideration in his mind

Knowing that he won’t stop until I finally give in, I decide on just letting him walk with me. For some reason I feel like i can trust him and having a possible male friend that’s not a gang member is pretty refreshing.

“Fine, you can walk with me but don’t try anything funny or I’ll put a bullet through your skull.” I warn him, shooting him a slight glare and then chuckle at how his expression says that he knows I’m not kidding and that I am serious about the words I just spoke.

We take off from the spots we were stuck in for a few minutes and I start to make my way towards my car with him following close next to me.

“Soo… what’s with you carrying a gun around?” He finally speaks up, trying to make small talk as he looks me up and down in question, seeming a lot more calmer than others who I’ve had the fortune to have pulled a gun to their head.

“Well it’s not exactly legal and I can’t tell you the reason behind it.” I explain and wait for his reaction, noticing the wheels turning in his head with my words hanging in the tense air between us as small awkward silence joins in alongside the tense air.

He nods his head in understanding, shoving his hands into the pockets of his jacket which was softly draped over his shoulders. “M’kay, understandable.”

"Why are you out so late?" I ask my first question, a small chuckle escapes past his lips as he glances between me and the side walk ahead of him as we walk alongside each other.

"I think I should be asking that." He jokes, we share a small laugh and as his laugh hits my ears I feel slightly warmer inside, his laugh sounds like a small flower newly blooming before he starts to add, "but to answer your question, I was makin' a quick delivery"

I glance at him with slight confusion shadowing over my features, what kind of delivery is he talking about? he doesn't look like the type to deliver packages and with the current time, packages aren't delivered anymore.

"What kind of delivery?" My head tilting to the side in question, glancing up and down at his attire and observing him closely to try and pry an answer out of him from his appearance alone.

A chuckle rumbles in his throat at my question regarding his words, noticing me clearly observing him while thinking he's not gonna notice but with how my eyes were sliding down his form slightly scrunched in determination to get an answer, my intentions were obviously spotted.

"An illegal one." He answers straight to the point, I almost get taken aback by his sudden honestly given that we are strangers to each other and don't even know each other names yet. Quite shocking how quickly he seemed to warm up to me.

"So that makes us both involved in illegal activity," I summarise what I've caught from our current conversation we’re having before I add. "At least we got one thing in common so far." My brain is slowly easing into the information that this might be the longest walk I've been on.

As we finally start to reach the end of our little walk but just as the conversation starts flowing, I see a small glimpse of my car in the distance and feel slightly bummed that our meeting is soon going to come to an end.

I decide to just fuck it and ask for his number to maybe hang out in the near future together, ill be new air to breathe since he isnt involved with the gang I'm involved in. I’m nit sure in what illegal activity he is involved in but I wont stress over that for now.

We finally make it to my car, being only few feet away from it as i turn my head to look at him as he notices me glancing in the way of the black car and realizes it could possibly belong to me.

“Can you give me your phone for a sec?” He speaks up first, glancing down at me and at the black car we are now standing infront of and eyeing it up with quite the precision in his eyes.

Hesitant thoughts cross my mind as I slightly stare at him with confusion contouring my face, the only thing I get from him is a small laugh rumbling in his throat before he adds. “I’m not gonna steal it, don’t worry”

Still feeling slightly skeptic about this idea but I reach into the back pocket of my jeans and reveal my phone to him, before putting it in his direction and for him to easily grab I unlock it first as I assume he would want to use it for something.

Taking the opportunity he grabs ahold of my phone in his calloused hands and opens an app, quickly typing something out before handing it back that causes our hands to brush against each other.

As i take my phone back and shove it into my back pocket but pulling out my car keys and unlocking the car door, turning my head to glance back at him.

"See ya later, little trouble." He slighty teased, emphasizing the little nickname he suddenly thought of. My thoughts are mixed with the random nickname but I wont stress it too much until I get inside of my car.

He shoots me a small smirk that grows on his face before turning around, making his back face me now and starts to walk in the other direction. Slowly letting the dark shadows consume his form into their black wrath.

I open my car door and slide inside, slumping into my seat as my hands land on the steering wheel. My thoughts slowly wrapping their shadowy arms aroun dmy head and pulling me into the pitch black pit, I finally push the key into the keyhole and press the gas, pulling out of my parked spot and into the nightly street as rain starts tapping the roof of my car...

@hearts4werka

authors note: heloo everyone! Soo here is the drug dealer Chris fic and I hope you guys liked it and would want more, I love hearing your guys thoughts on any of my work and if y’all see any improvement from the previous ones, your guys opinion matters to me so don’t be afraid to leave a comment sharing your thoughts if you want! And last question, do we fw the small text? Luv y’all so much

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[brooooswriting]

Reasons

Natasha Romanoff x reader (Angst to fluff)

Set after black widow movie, talk of the red room, torture etc.

A/n: I haven’t written for Nat in a while but this came up in my head and I couldn’t stop myself.

“I promise she's cheating on me” Natasha whined to Clint who sat on his bed, ice pack on his knees after a long mission. He was gone for about 2 months meaning that Nat couldn’t talk to him, so she kept her problems inside until he came back.

“Nat, she loves you. Why the hell would she cheat on you?” He asks groaning, you only ever had eyes for her. Even before your three years relationship, all you ever saw was Natasha.

And it was true, you loved her more than your own life. There is nothing you wouldn’t do for her, you would destroy yourself for her which is what you were doing at the moment.

You barely left your lab at the moment, constantly being locked up in there with your new lab assistant, Sarah. Tony hired her for you and the redhead hated her the moment she met her, she was trying to steal you from her and her suspicions confirmed when you locked away with her.

“I promise you it’s Sarah, she’s stealing my girlfriend. I bet they are doing it right now” by now she couldn’t even hold back her tears, they were streaming down her face wildly. Clint sat up and wrapped her up in a hug to calm her down.

“How about this, try to get her to talk tonight no matter how late and if she doesn’t wanna talk, if she’s ignoring it. Go to bed and end it in the morning” the archer said, his hand stroking her back while she nodded into the crook of his neck.

That night at 2 a.m you finally came back to your room. The day has been exhausting and you couldn’t wait to lay behind Nat and cuddle into her, you missed her terribly but everything you did, you did for her. What you didn’t expect was your girlfriend awake sitting in your bed with her upper body against the headrest. “What are you doing awake love? It’s late” you whispered as if you could wake somebody up as you got rid of your shoes.

“Yeah, it is late and you haven’t been back at dinner time again! Where were you?!” She hissed at you, the glare making you cower.

“In my lab, I’ve been working” you explained with a soft smile changing into your pjs to finally go to bed.

“I wonder with who. Let me guess Sarah was there too huh?” The moment she said your lab assistants name her voice was filled with venom. She’s always had a problem with the blonde and you never knew why.

“Yeah, that’s what she gets paid for. Can we not talk about this right now? I wanna sleep, with you in my arms” you mumbled as you move towards her, crawling under the blanket.

“Stay away! You don’t wanna talk about it, fine. You do not touch me” she gritted out, turning away from you. You sighed, you really wish you could tell her but you couldn’t. Not yet. So you turned towards her, not touching her. Just starting at her back as you fell asleep.

The next morning you were gone when she was awake so she got Clint and started packing her things. You weren’t gonna come back until late at night and until then she’d be gone. She’d move into Clint’s room until she figured out what else to do.

What she didn’t expect was for you to come back to your room at 9 a.m with flowers in hand. “Nat? What’s going on? Why are you packing your stuff?” You questioned, flowers still in hand when she glared at you.

“We are over. Go fuck with Sarah, I mean, y/n be honest. This is what you wanted! You cheat, you loose me. I’m doing what you didn’t have the balls for. I’m ending this. I hope you’re happy with her” she spit out, speed walking past you. You were about to follow her but Clint stood in your way, blocking your path.

“Clint, come on. I gotta follow her” you said, trying to push past him but he refused. “Barton, you know I wouldn’t cheat on her” you tried again but no luck.

“I thought the same but now? Now I want you to stay away from her” he said pushing you back a bit. You took that as a sign to leave, turning to go back to your lab, the flowers thrown on the floor.

You came back to the lab with tears streaming down your face, anger fuming inside of you. “Are you alright y/n? You didn’t wanna be back unt- oh, you’re crying” Sarah said, coming over with a tissue.

“I’m good, I-I’m managing. Natasha broke up with me” there was a moment of silence. While Sarah was desperately afraid of the redhead, she still thought the two of you were the cutest couple she knows.

“Do- do you wanna stop all this?” She asked carefully, gesturing towards your project. After a second of silence you spoke up again.

“No, no. This isn’t just for her. This can help thousand of others too. So let’s finish this alright? How long is this going to take? Half a day max. We made it too far to stop” you explained as you stood up.

After 7 hours 98% of the tests came back positive making you break out in tears again. Sarah gave you a smile and pulled you into a hug to comfort you. “You did it y/n/n” she cheered you on, her arms still around you.

“Y/- oh my god. So what Nat said was true?! You cheated on her? With the woman Tony paid for you?” Steve growled as he walked in on you and Sarah hugging causing you to abruptly pull back. It was amazing how fast words spread in this tower because from the moment Steve left after screaming it took about 15 minutes for a fuming Wanda to come down to your lab, eyes glowing red and Yelena behind her.

“You’re dead Y/n Y/l/n” the widows sister called out and you could already feel Wanda’s energy radiating around you. This was gonna be your end. No question.

“No, wait. Please. I promise on my life that I didn’t cheat” you whimpered out as you were lifted into the air. Sarah stood in shock as you were thrown against a wall. “Wanda! Come on. Take my hand, you can feel if I’m telling the truth” the two women looked at each other for a second before Yelena nodded at the witch. So she approached your form that was sitting on the ground, leaning on the wall you were thrown against.

She took another of your hands, a red glow started to engulf them as she gave you a nod. “I never cheated on Nat, never have never will” you said looking at the woman in front of you.

“She’s telling the truth” Wanda confirmed, pulling you up as your hands were still connected.

“But then what is all of this? Why did you pull away from her? Why’d you do this?” Yelena asked desperately, in her mind she could still hear Natasha cry.

“I can’t explain right now, give me two more hours. In two hours send Nat down here please” you looked at Yelena especially, knowing that she was the one who could convince her sister to do this.

“Why?” Was the only thing you were met with. You sighed, this was gonna be complicated.

“I can’t tell you Yelena, Tasha sees right through you. I can’t have that happen, not after I nearly destroyed our relationship because of it” you explained, tears welling up in your eyes at the thought of your shattered relationship.

“Then no can do” was the answer you received, making you groan. You should have guessed that this wasn’t gonna be easy.

“How about I tell Wanda and she can tell you if it’s worth it or now” after Yelena agreed you leaned forward and whispered into the witches ear, her heart melting at what you told her. Once her eyes were brimming with tears she pulled back and nodded to Yelena.

“She’ll be here in exactly two hours” were the last words the woman spoke before they disappeared.

“Well, now quick” Sarah laughed and you two started to work with full speed.

“You know I might have to fire you right? To save my relationship” you mumbled as you read through the latest updates F.R.I.D.A.Y ran for you, making small changes.

“I know and it’s alright. I’d do the same thing if I ever love someone as much as you love her. I mean I’d be happy if you don’t have to but I get it. Oh, and I ordered flowers, Champaign and chocolate for the two of you” she smiled as she read through some of the statistics.

“I hope so too but I’d do anything for her”

Two hours later the lights were dimmed, the champagne was in the fridge and chocolate on the side table. You were changed into a trouser and a top instead of an oversized shirt and joggers. Now you were just waiting for the love of your life.

“You better have a really good reason to have Yelena get me down here!” Her voice could be heard before she could be seen. Her eyes were a bit red, her voice a bit rough and her posture everything but relaxed.

“I do, I wanna tell you and show you what I’ve been doing down here. Because it definitely wasn’t cheating, love” she tensed up even more at the nickname making you cringe. It was a habit after two years.

“Don’t call me that” was the only answer you received.

“Okay. Im sorry. Do you remember our mission 8 months ago? After you ended the red room and one of our enemies decided to- you know?”

“Yeah”

Flashback

“And what do you think the world would say about all of this, huh? Black widow. What would they say about your graduation ritual and the training you went through? What would she say?” He pointed at you. Before either of you could do anything, something was attached to both of your heads and suddenly you saw everything through Natasha’s eyes.

“Nooo, please don’t. Please!! I promise this won’t distract me” young Natasha screamed and suddenly you felt a sharp pain at your left cheek. The man had slapped you hard enough to make your head turn.

“You will sit through this and you’ll remember this pain every damn time you disobey me or get distracted” the man said and suddenly you were strapped to an O.R. Table, your stomach was cut open with barely any medication making you scream in pain. Somewhere there you blacked out from the pain. When you woke up again there was a jar in front of you, everything they pulled out of you was in that jar.

“You’re now a widow. This will remind you that you are nothing more than that” was the last thing you remembered before Steve finally saved you.

To say that the two of you weren’t okay after that for a while wasn’t a surprise to anyone. You hung onto each other, mostly staying in your room always having some kind of physical contact. There was a lot of crying, a lot sleeping and a lot of mental pain. After a while things went back to normal.

“What about that?” She finally asked, shaking the memory of the mission off.

“After that I couldn’t stop thinking about it, about what they took from you, about through how much pain you went and how broken you looked when you told me that you can’t have kids. Something you’ve always wished for” you had planed the whole speech for about a month now but you were still nervous and the fact that Natasha was mad at you didn’t make it easier.

“So what? You called me down here to make me live through all that again?” She hissed and you had to hold an eye roll back.

“No, I didn’t. And you remember when we had to foster that 6 year old girl 5 months ago?”

“Yeah, Mia. We kept her for 3 weeks, she was cute” the redhead said, looking at her feet.

“No matter how many times you’ve told me that you didn’t need to have kids and that you were fine I couldn’t help but not believe you. I want you to be happy and I would do everything for you which is why I was down here. Constantly.” You explained further hoping that she’d look at you again.

“And you thought cheating on me would make me happy?” You took a second to take a deep breath before you stretched out your hand.

“I didn’t cheat. Please give me the benefit of the doubt and let me show you. Please, I’ve been working on this for months, for you.”

Your pleading tone was what made her give in and carefully take your hand as you pulled her along to oke of your microscopes, gently pushing her in front of you. She took that as a sign to look into it as you stood behind her, one hand on her waist. “What am I looking at?” She asked rather bored, not having any interest in the scientific stuff at the moment.

“Something that will involve into this” you told her as you pulled her further into your lab where she saw a hologram from an uterus. “This is a “

“I know what this is y/n” this time she rolled her eyes as she looked at the hologram.

“You kinda do, but not really. This is a uterus I made, it’s made from Stem cells and I can plant it into anybody, there it can keep growing to the point where it is a part of them and they’ll be able to have kids. I mean right now I specified it to the way the red room removed them but I could change that. This might not fix the world but I hope that it will help thousands of women who had to suffer like you did. And I hope it helps you” your voice was shaky at the end of your monologue. To some it may have seemed as if you were just out of breath but the redhead knew you better, she knew that it were your emotions that got a hold of you.

“Wh-What does that mean?” She asked, her voice trembling and her eyes glossy as one hand rested on her stomach. The spy was anything but stupid so you knew that she got what you said but she just didn’t wanna believe it.

“It means that after the treatment you can be a mother, Natasha and I just know that you’ll be the best mom ever”

Silence. That’s all there was for a long moment. The second you realized that she wasn’t going to say something about it you took the turn you hoped you wouldn’t need. “I mailed Bruce the instructions so he can do the treatment with you. The first few days after the treatment you might be very emotional, so make sure the team is there for you or your future partner. Every detail is in the files, they’re under your name, the code is your birthday. If you don’t want Bruce to do it with you I left a document with names of people who would do it with you” you told her as you tapped on one of the tablets.

“More”

“What?” You asked as you tried to piece her word together with that she meant.

“Show me More” you nodded and led her to another corner of your lab.

“F.R.I.D.A.Y. open Natasha 3.1 alpha” you told the A.I who immediately started. A picture of a blonde woman showing on one of the screens, her stomach showing a small bump. “This is Alia, she was a widow too, she escaped just like you. She wanted to have child for a while, but they didn’t let her adopt. Not everybody could wipe the blood out is what they told her, so I told her that I could try this on her, she could be the first one. She’s 4 months pregnant now and the baby looks awesome” you told her, watching her as she stared at the screen.

“How’d you find her?” Natasha asked as she skipped through the pictures you had of the woman, stopping at the ultrasound. Her mouth slightly ajar.

“Your mother hooked me up once I told her about my project” you explained walking to stand behind her slightly to the left so you could look over her shoulder.

“You talk to my mother?” You could see her surprised look through the screen making you chuckle.

“Yeah, I talk to your whole family”

“Even though they make fun of your Russian and are extremely exhausting?” She asked, slightly turning her head.

“Well, they’re important to you so that meant that they’re important to me too. And I hoped for them to become my family too one day so” you explained giving her a small smile as you stepped back. “F.R.I.D.A.Y Next please” you said as Natasha turned around to you.

Suddenly the room got darker and soft music started to play, better said Nats favorite music making you freeze.

“Congratulations on finally telling her miss y/l/n. Here are your things” F.R.I.D.A.Y presented the champagne, the chocolate, the flowers and a small ring box making Natasha’s heart skip a beat.

“No, F.R.I.D.A.Y. wrong document” you rushed out but the damage was already done as you saw Nat focus on the box. “I’m so sorry, I’ll get this out of your way. I didn’t plan it like this. Shit” you rambled and kicked a carton that was on the ground out of pure frustration.

“Y-you wanted to marry me?” She mumbled as she watched your back while you tried to gather your thoughts.

“Want” was the only thing you said as you turned to see the redhead with the box in her hand. “I wanted to marry you immediately after that mission 8 months ago just to reassure you that I wasn’t leaving but I thought that that might have given the wrong impression. I was scared that you would have felt pressured to say yes”

“You did all of this for me?” She asked still trying to comprehend everything that happened. You gave her a timid nod, shoving your hands in your front pockets. “And you didn’t stop once I broke up with you?” This time you shook your head no, with a small smile. “I’m an idiot aren’t I?” She asked with a sad smile. You shrugged before shaking your head no.

“No, no matter how good my intentions were I neglected you and made you feel bad about yourself, something I promised to never do so it’s on me. But if you let me I’d like to make it up to you” you couldn’t comprehend the fact that the spy was running into your arms full speed until your ass met the ground with her on top of you. She grinned down at you before pressing her lips to yours. “I’m guessing that’s an I can?” She nodded before kissing you again.

Once you were back on your feet you could see all the avengers and Sarah standing at your door. “Ask her” Sarah mumbled but you quickly shook your head making her frown. “Do it now, or I’ll do it for you” she threatened making you flip her off before getting the box.

“I know this might not be the best moment and I actually planned all of this very very differently but that doesn’t change that you’re the love of my life and no matter if you want a family or not, I want you for the rest of my life. Natasha Alianovna Romanoff will you marry me?” You asked after you got down on one knee in front of her. Her mouth hung open as you opened the box, tears streaming from her eyes.

“Yes, yes” she mumbled over and over again as she knocked you on the ground again causing everybody to laugh.

With a big smile you slid the ring on her finger and holding her hand up for your audience to see who applauded. “I love you Natasha” you mumbled into the kiss you had shared.

“I love you too”

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The next day Nat got her treatment, Wanda holding her hand while you worked as careful as you could. You two decided that you’d get married, than help some widows and then you’d get pregnant and you couldn’t wait. Tony was nice enough to sponsor the whole project, ‘your wedding gift’ as he said. That was also the first time Nat hugged him.

“There, we are all done love” you said as you discarded your gloves and walked up to her to press a soft kiss to her lips.

“This is the beginning of the rest of our lives” she smiled at you making you grin. You couldn’t wait to spend the rest of your life with this woman.

“I love you”

“I love you too”

“About Sarah…”

“You can keep her y/n, I get it I misinterpreted things” she grumbled as she cuddled into your arms making it clear that you were supposed to carry her upstairs.

You were already loving the clinginess that came with the treatment.

[hxney-lemcn]

Not Allowed — Lorsan (AFK Journey/Arena) x gn! reader

summary: you met a strange wilder and found yourself falling for your fantasy. What seemed like a dream had become a distant memory, but Lorsan thought of it as anything but.

tw: uhhhh lovesick fools making stupid decisions

a/n: I kinda went off on this one. Ending kinda sucks, sorry.

wc: 2.7k

Master List

It has been a fairly normal day for you. You woke up before the crack of dawn, barely taking care of yourself before you made your way outside. It was a crisp autumn morning just like any other which helped you wake up slightly. You dragged yourself over to the chicken coop after picking up your basket. The hens were barely awake, all the easier to grab their eggs. After refilling their water and food, you put the eggs safely away in your kitchen. Then you made your way over to your dairy cows. The nice thing about cows was that you didn’t have to feed them, the bad part was giving them water. You started the horrendous trek of taking your metal bucket, going over to the water pump, filling the bucket, carrying it over to the water trough, and repeating the cycle. 

After all the animals were taken care of, you made your way back to your house to fully take care of yourself. I mean your animals were fed, time to feed yourself. The sun was shining brightly now, the sound of your animals filling the silence. It was a comforting atmosphere, something you wouldn’t trade for the world. You decided to cook a few of the eggs, after all, it's best to have them fresh and you had the freshest. It was when you made your way back to milk your cows had your day changed. 

“Oh boy!” You heard an energetic voice call out. “I wonder if there’s any food.” Fully opening your front door, you watched as a man with bunny ears looked around your farm. At first glance you did find him cute, but that doesn’t mean he can just go stealing your hard work. 

“Excuse me!” You called out, walking over to him. “Do you need food?” The man paused, quickly turning around, he looked as if you had caught him taking a cookie from the cookie jar.

“Oh, uhm, you see I’ve been traveling a great distance and I haven’t had much to eat,” He explained, scratching the back of his head awkwardly. “I didn’t mean any harm.”

The sheepish look on his face had quickly calmed you down, and you felt yourself sympathizing with him, “I can make you something if you’d like.”

“Really?” He asked, perking up. 

“Yeah,” You smiled back. “As long as I can get your name first.” You both introduced yourselves to each other, and you made him a salad at his request (thankfully you still had some lettuce and vegetables). As he ate, Lorsan, as you learned, had talked of his adventures and all he had learned. You, a mere farmer, were quite intrigued by his tales. You rarely left the farm as you sold your products to Rowan who would come to you. The only time you left was to go to the local village to buy items you were running low on once a week. So Lorsan’s tales were quite fascinating. 

“I have to finish my chores now,” You spoke up after Lorsan finished his food. 

“I can help,” He replied, ears twitching slightly. “To thank you for your kindness.”

“Do you know how to milk a cow?” You asked, head tilting to the side. 

“Well…no,” Lorsan responded sheepishly, then a bright smile took over his face. “But I’m a quick learner!”

“I don’t see why not,” You smiled back. His enthusiasm was contagious. You were quickly proven that you should not have trusted him so easily.

“Ah! Careful!” You exclaimed, quickly grasping Lorsan’s wrists to stop him from squeezing too hard. “You’re gonna hurt her if you squeeze like that. You gotta be firm but gentle. Like this.” You moved your hands to cover his and showed him the right amount of pressure. 

“I-I see,” Lorsan stuttered slightly, you missed the way his cheeks turned a light pink. He proceeded to follow your directions after you stepped back and you smiled proudly at how well he was doing now. You had to teach Lorsan how to do some basic chores, but with him by your side, you found yourself enjoying the daily routine that started to feel boring. By the time you both finished, the sun was starting to set.

Feeling a bit of concern (and a bit of selfishness), you asked Lorsan if he wanted to stay for the night. Once again, he was a bit astounded at how kind you had been to him so far. Not to say that people from other villages were unkind, it’s just they were more hesitant to help, and none of them had gone as far as you had. Yes, he had helped you with your chores, but it didn’t feel like much of a chore as you did it together, making jokes together. In fact, Lorsan found himself dreading the day coming to an end. He couldn’t waste any time in just one spot, as the longer he took to find someone to help his people, the more danger they may find themselves in. 

Normally, Lorsan would fool around, he was notorious for his mischievousness back in the dark forest (much to his dismay), but he couldn’t make light of his people’s situation. He had no idea how bad the corruption had gotten, and he feared that by the time he got help it would be too late. It had already been two years since he left after all. But his naive personality still poked through. 

He agreed to your invitation to stay the night as it wouldn’t hurt to get rest in a proper bed. He messed with the salad you made him, green eyes continuing to glance up at you every so often. The conversation had come to a lull as you started to consume your stew. Lorsan felt conflicted, he greatly enjoyed your presence, even if you both had only known each other for a short period of time. He didn’t want to leave so soon, he enjoyed how easily he was able to make you laugh, the look of awe in your eyes as he mentioned his abilities as a Windwhisperers, and your gentle touch as you corrected him. 

His heart beat faster at the memory. Lorsan thought he was coming down with something. It was weird, he hadn’t felt this strongly towards someone before, and he wasn’t sure what to do about it. It kept gnawing at him, a part of him wanted to stay, even if it was for just a bit longer, but his guilty conscience weighed more heavily.

“I wish you could join me,” Lorsan spoke, eyes falling onto a tomato amidst the leafy greens. 

You paused, but didn’t think too much of what he said, “That would be nice. Your travels sound quite fun when you’re not being chased off.” You laughed lightly at the teasing remark, but quickly stopped when Lorsan didn’t laugh with you. 

Your eyes scanned his face. His emerald eyes were down cast, his lips tugged slightly downwards. He used his fork to push around his food, ears slightly droopy. You then realized he was being 100% serious and you felt your heart jump. The scenario reminded you of a cheesy scene in a romantic novel you managed to read in your sparse free time. 

“You would love the dark forest,” Lorsan continued, now twirling his fork. “I think you would get along well with Lyca.”

You fiddled with your napkin, suddenly feeling a heavy weight on your shoulders. He does understand your position, right? You are the sole owner of this farm, you have a life, you have animals and people that depend on you. There was no way you could just drop everything on a whim because you met a cute wilder who wanted you to become his companion on his journey. But you were also young, and the thought of being tied down to one spot, never truly seeing the world, also weighed down on you. It was easier to forget about your wish to explore as you lose yourself in your chores, lose yourself in books and lose yourself in your trade. Lorsan had brought that longing back to the forefront, the want to explore, the need to see sites that laid only in your wildest dreams.

It was all too conflicting for you. 

“...you know I can’t leave,” You muttered, eyes downcast. “This is my home.”

“I know,” Lorsan responded despondently. A pregnant pause followed, and you found yourself wanting to mend whatever had just broken. 

“Come back,” You stated, leaving no room for debate. Lorsan finally lifted his gaze to meet yours. “When you find whoever you need to, when you fix your land, come back.”

Lorsan felt his mind race. He hadn’t thought of coming back, he didn’t need to…not before at least. Would he even be able to come back? His position was high ranking, and he would be needed a lot more once he returned…but he also wanted to see you again. His eyes soaked in the determination in your gaze, how could he deny someone he found so breathtaking? 

“Okay,” He agreed, a small bittersweet smile overtaking him. “But only if you consider one of us going with the other.”

You felt your face warm, that was such a drastic decision, but you supposed you had time to think it over. Yet you still wanted to tease him slightly.

“Are you asking me to run away with you?” You teased, hiding your smile behind your hand. “We’ve only known each other for a day.”

“I don’t see anything wrong with it,” Lorsan stubbornly replied back, trying to hide how warm his face felt. You were right, after all. What business did he have asking you to leave everything behind for him? Because he felt strangely for you? He hardly counted that as a reason, but he still held hope, heart fluttering at the thought of you by his side. 

“Too bad there wasn’t a way we could stay in contact,” You sighed, standing up to clean the table. 

Lorsan’s ear twitched, eyes widening at his brilliant plan, of course it would take a bit of a toll on him, but for you, it was worth it, “I could contact you through the wind! You’ll just have to keep an ear out for my messages.”

Your eyes also widened, not having expected such a response, “I would be able to hear it?”

“You should,” Lorsan nodded excitedly, ears bouncing with the movements. “I don’t mean to brag, but I’ve been pretty good at all this Windwhisperer business from a young age.”

“Then I’ll look forward to the wind.”

That had been over a year ago. The time between Lorsan updating you had grown far and few in between. Your naiveness has dissipated. It was a wonderful fantasy while it lasted, but there were too many flaws in the plan. No matter what way you thought, a problem arose. There was no way you could sell your farm or animals, there was no way you could drop everything just for him. It was too extravagant an ask. And Lorsan couldn’t drop everything for you either. Yes, he may have always dreamed of the world beyond the dark forest, but he had a duty that held him back. That didn’t stop his chest from aching every time he was reminded of you. Farm animals were common on his journey, and he remembered how sweetly you smiled at him as you showed him your chickens. How he longed to stay with you. He didn’t want to be tied down, but was it really being tied down if you were by his side?

While you had given up, Lorsan was still pursuing his dream. He had finally managed to find someone that could dispel the corruption. Not to mention it was thee Merlin. He didn’t waste any time getting them on the first ship to the dark forest. It took more time than he’d like to clear everything. He had met his sister and old friends, but a part of him still felt like he was missing. He loved his people, he really did, but he would constantly strain his ears, listening to your soothing humming that the wind mercifully sent his way.

When everything was said and done, his Master Arden had noticed the gray haired man’s despondency. Lorsan had been given many tasks, not allowing him a moment’s respite. Not even being able to think of coming back to you like he had promised. That familiar feeling of the trees closing in on him returned. The comfort of the forest had become a prison once more.

“What’s troubling you,” Arden asked his pupil, wanting to alleviate his worries. 

Lorsan snapped out of his stupor, he had found himself trying to listen for you once more. “I met someone,” Lorsan explained, knowing better than trying to hide from his mentor. “But my duty lies here, in the dark forest.”

“A good whisperer should listen to not only the wind, but also to his own heart,” Arden responded wisely. “Need not worry about us, as our problems have been resolved.” Lorsan felt his breath hitch, hope overtaking him once more.

…

It has been a normal day for you. Waking up before the crack of dawn, barely taking care of yourself before going to the chicken coop. You put the eggs in your basket, the movements being nearly autonomous. Your days blended together, repeating the same motions over and over. The wind had become a low whistle like it had before, no longer carrying the words you once searched for. Your days have dulled once more. You were just a mere farmer after all.

“I wonder if there’s any food.”

You paused, not sure if you were just hearing things. If your monotonous days had finally broken you and you were hallucinating a reality that had once been real. Your head turned, albeit hesitantly, and your eyes widened at the familiar head of gray hair, green eyes, and bunny ears. You could never forget such a pretty face, nor the sheepish look that rested across it. 

“You’re back,” You stated, slight awe in your tone. You hadn’t really thought he’d ever come back.

“Of course I’m back,” Lorsan scoffed, crossing his arms. “I did promise you, didn’t I?” Your eyes soaked in his figure, noting the backpack that he carried and the slight grin on his lips.

“It’s just been awhile,” You replied, rubbing your arm nervously. “I thought you forgot.”

Lorsan’s jaw fell slack (somewhat comically might I add), “How could I ever forget someone like you!” You felt your heart jump. That feeling you thought you’d gotten over returned like nothing had ever happened, like you both hadn’t been separated for years.

Feeling a bit insecure, you couldn’t help but bring up what weighed on you, “You stopped sending messages.”

His ears drooped slightly in response, “I’m sorry about that. It takes a lot of energy for me to do that, and when I found someone that could help, I wanted them to help as quickly as possible so I could come back.” You truly felt silly. Of course he was busy, he was a hero after all.

“It’s alright,” You smiled, the ache wasn’t fully gone, but you understand. “You’re here now, aren’t you?” 

Lorsan perked up at that, a bright smile overtaking his features, “Yes! Do you remember the second half of our promise?” That was the part you were dreading. Telling him you couldn't move to the dark forest. You nodded, shifted back and forth on your feet.

“If it would be okay with you, I would like to move in.”

For the second time that day you felt yourself freeze. He…wanted to live with you? Didn’t he want to be with his friends? Didn’t he want to live where he grew up? Was he being serious?

“I-I mean it’s okay if you say no,” Lorsan fumbled, feeling his nerves consume him. “I understand, b-but I really enjoyed that day, and I wouldn’t mind helping you with your chores.”

You really shouldn’t say yes. Yes, you got to know him better through his messages, but he still didn’t know you all that well. Even though it had been years since that day, it felt like a rushed move, but his pretty green eyes had your resolve melting.

“Okay,” You agreed, a sheepish smile crawling over your lips. 

“Really?” Lorsan gasped, bouncing on his feet. 

“Yeah,” Your grin widened. “Just don’t cause too much trouble.”

[keysorsomething]

Gun Run

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I'm so sorry this is late !! I couldn't write it when I was intending to because I felt super bad. I hope you enjoy lol

Cross-posted on Ao3

It had been radio silence between the two of you, since the incident. There were brief, longing glances, but not much else.

He didn’t look awful, thankfully. His eyes looked tired, you could tell. After seeing him truly well-rested it was easy to see the difference, but they weren’t red and puffy. The biggest difference, however, was the beast that stayed behind him, just at his heels.

Velikan had explained it to you - a fluffy animal he had gotten after a mission with his last PMC. Sputnik, he had named it. The hyena was making quite the splash with KorTac at the moment.

You stood, far enough away to make sure König noted you weren’t standing next to Nikto, watching as Graves was absolutely mesmerized by the creature. The blondish American man had meat laid out in a stretched open palm, watching with wide eyes as the hyena licked it up.

“Man, Nikki!” Graves chirps, “You should have mentioned you had one o’ these before,” He stands, elbowing the Russian man in the kevlar-covered ribs. Nikto grunts, stepping back.

“I did not have him with me,” Nikto explains. “There was an issue with the paperwork, and he was living with a friend of ours.”

Graves opens his mouth, but he's interrupted by the loud rumbling of Velikan… rumbling. You can't be too sure of what noises he was making this far away. Graves makes a face of acknowledgment as he nods.

“So, he’s trained for the field?” Graves asks, prodding more even though he's been told not to. You're sure he's aware of what happens to people who push Nikto.

“Да, he is,” Nikto responds. “With any luck, he’ll be with us this next mission, but we are yet to be granted approval,” He continues, throwing a glare to the corner that houses the Colonel.

The Austrian man stands with his arms crossed, a glare in his eyes too. But, as Graves away from him - after hardly even looking - with a scoff, they soften briefly. Velikan pats his commander’s back, gently gripping at his shoulder with a low mumble. Graves sighs.

“Do I gotta?” He asks, and Velikan nods. “Fine.. but I am expecting to see that savanna puppy in action soldier!” He orders as he's pulled away. The rest of the Shadow Company follows as well.

“Don't call it a savanna puppy,” Mace grumbles as they pass you.

A call comes from down the hall in response, “That's what they are!” Before more muffled grunting lets you know Velikan is scolding him. Or maybe laughing. He's too far away to tell. The room is silent, still without Graves. You feel more than one pair of eyes on you, and you shuffle awkwardly.

You throw your hand up in a half-wave, slipping out of the room behind them. You’re unsure where exactly to go, trying to decide between the shooting range or the barracks. You had some paperwork to do, didn’t you? You sigh, trying to calm yourself down. It had been a long few weeks, and it was only going to feel longer.

The setup for the mission is the same as always, a messy rush of people trying to get all of their gear in order. You pull your gun off of its brace on the wall, checking it over briefly. You pull the magazine out, double-checking that it’s empty even though you know it's empty - you haven’t forgotten any details about the last time you touched it. The first time you touched him.

Your eyes flick over to the side, watching Nikto get himself and Sputnik ready. The beast shakes as he tries to put the special kevlar over its neck, and you can imagine that he’s huffing soft swears in Russian to it. Graves watches intently, seemingly wanting to help. Or at least talk to Nikto about it. Velikan seems to have a sharp watch over the both of them. It almost makes you feel bad, since he has so much on his plate without you asking him to babysit Nikto too. You can only imagine what his therapy sessions are like having to take care of Graves all of the time.

You don’t have the time to dwell, though, O’Connor’s voice cutting through as he calls for everyone to hurry the fuck up and get in line. The sound is familiar and oddly comforting, and you can't help but feel the excitement start to fill in the cracks between the stress, anxiety, and fear you’ve been feeling. Those feelings aren't abnormal before you go out, but it's been significantly worse. You usually don't have to be so cautious of how you act and who you hang out with. But König's watchful eyes and judgment of your relationships have been keeping you on edge. Even with your other coworkers, you've been more distant. You take your gun, making sure to check it out as you move to stand in your place.

"C'mon, come on!" He yells, clapping his hand as he chants to get the whole squad ready. It takes a few more minutes, but you end with the group you're going with.

König, Nikto, Izzy, Graves, Velikan, Valeria, and you. A second team was going as well: O'Connor, Hutch, Horangi, Stilletto, Oz, and Mace, but they were to be moved separately. Orders are barked to both groups, everyone piling in their respective cars. You sit in the very back, next to Izzy. In front of you is Nikto, Sputnik at his feet, and Graves, with Velikan in between them.

The whole ride is uncomfortably silent, with soft music playing over the radio occasional instructions from Valeria on where to go, and the crackle of conversation from the other car. O'Connor is hard to hear back here, and you’re unable to make out what he’s saying, only his accent. Sometimes Graves leans over to try to get Sputnik’s attention, kissing at him, only to be swatted away by Velikan.

The ride is long, but the mission should be easy and simple - in and out. It was a rescue mission, as far as you were aware. It doesn’t matter, really. Your job was to go in, secure the area, secure the thing or person, and get out. And you were damn good at your job, you’d like that on record.

You have to drive through a very populated area to get to the building holding it, compared to most of your missions, but it isn’t something that bothers you much. And it makes sense with most of whom you were placed with, like König and Graves.

König pulls through an intersection, the chatter of O’Connor coming through the hand radio attached to a pop-socket on one of the vents. It all happens at once, very fast, the car behind you is hit. You hear the pain through the radio, and the whole of your car lights up.

“Pull over, goddamn it, pull over,” Valeria snaps, swatting at the shoulders of your Colonel. Graves mutters curses, trying to squint past you and Izzy to see the other van. Velikan’s door swings open, a gun shoved out of it. Nikto’s eyes meet yours, wide and panicked. You nod at him, assuring him you’re okay.

This wasn’t going to be as easy as you thought.

Gunfire is loud - something someone who had never fired a gun before would never understand is that it transcends sound; even with the proper ear protection, big guns shake your bones and change the beat of your heart. You’ve been around it many, many times, but even now you feel how the shots from your coworkers shake up your rhythm and push the air out of your lungs. It’s the only thing that tells you someone on your side is still firing because you can’t see anyone.

You curse, falling back under the flimsy cover of a tipped-over newspaper dispenser - something you were incredibly surprised to see - and release your magazine, shoving a new one into place. With that, you’re out of preloaded mags, and any extra ones are in the long abandoned car fire of the extra car.

You’d seen Hutch get out, pulling Horangi along with him, and you were sure you had seen glimmers of Mace’s gear somewhere around, but that left three members in that car unaccounted for. You shake, taking a deep breath. This was your job. You could die, your friends could die, you had signed up for it. You cast a glance at your own abandoned car, all the doors wide open and all of its contents gone, having been ransacked.

You sniffle, taking a deep breath. You were going to die today, you take a deep breath. You have to accept it. It was hard, but you had to accept it was going to be your last day. Your last mission. You close your eyes, taking a moment to think over everything that’s happened for the past weeks. You should forgive König, even if you can’t do it to his face. You shouldn’t harbor any resentment in your last moments.

Or maybe you should, fuck that guy. You swear again, letting your head fall back against the metal. Your eyes open, looking over the gun in your hands. You start to move, shifting so you can flip back over and start firing again. Just before your head can poke back out into the line of fire, you hear a gentle whimper from behind you. You flip back, eyes wide as you see it. The fluffy, tan beast is next to you, sniffing at your legs.

“Oh, hey,” You speak, sliding back down to offer your hand. “What’s up, buddy?” You ask, looking around. “Where’s Nikto, huh?” It sniffs at your hand before brown eyes meet yours. “Take me to Nikto, okay?” You ask it, and it stands there for a moment before it sets off. You throw your gun up, over your shoulder, and rush off after it. You hear and feel as bullets wizz past you, but they mean less than the thoughts swirling in your head. Was Nikto okay? What about your other coworkers? Was it only you and Sputnik now? Fear rises in your chest at the thought that the beast you're chasing is leading you to the dead body of your.... whatever Nikto is to you.

You feel tears start to form in your eyes, but you try to force them away. Remember your training, all the years you spent trying to turn this off. You have to be solid and strong. You can't cry in the face of who you're hired to kill. There is no time to mourn the losses you feel, because by the time they sink in, you’re off to your next job. There's been so many times that stuff like this has happened.

You can't have it happen again. You're going to stop it, you have to. Your feet hurt by the time you hear it.

"There ya are, puppy!" Graves' voice calls out, and you stop for a moment. Did Graves just call you puppy? What? You stand still, barely registering how Sputnik rushes to the American man, his tail wagging quickly. Graves beams, rubbing the hyena's sides roughly. "Good puppy! Goodboy! You did very well!" He baby-talks it, which helps everything click into place. You sigh, walking forward.

It seems you’ve found some of your comrades, but several of them are still missing. Horangi seems passed out, propped up against a wall. Hutch has wrapped himself up, watching a screen intently. You see Mace on the other side of the alley, gun pointed up. Velikan is with Graves, trying to coach him in something through his muffling mask.

You pant, wiping your face as you look around, “Where’s Nikto?” You ask, And Valeria, and Izzy, and König, and O’Connor? But you don’t voice the rest of the questions, not yet at least.

“Looking for you,” Hutch responds, turning to you with a grin. Sputnik breaks past Graves to jump at the other man, sniffing at his face. Hutch puts a bandaged arm around him, hand on the hyena’s back.

“What?” You swear, looking around. Your hand goes to your mouth, biting your lips. “Do we… wait? Can we wait? I mean, they’ll come looking for us, won’t they? Whoever we’re fighting?”

“That’s where Izzy is,” Graves replies, turning to you. “On the inside, takin’ ‘em out,” He mimics aiming his gun. “Think Valeria’s there too, maybe König,” He lists off, tapping at his face.

“So, what do we do?” You ask, looking at him. He was the one who knew what to do - he had been in charge more than once, and that had to account for something.

“Wait,” Graves responds. “Regroup, until we can form a full assault,” He turns away. “Just wish everyone will stop runnin’ off.”

The sentence alone keeps you pinned to the ground where your feet are. You want to run off, you want to try and find Nikto, but instead, you fall back, sitting on the ground. You sniffle, finally letting your tears meet your eyes. It sucks, crying in front of so many people, and in the middle of the battlefield.

You don’t want to, but you can’t help it. You hide your face in your hands, letting yourself sob as everything hits you at once. Sputnik noses at you, small chuckles coming from the creature. You sob, unable to reach out to it or push him away, just sitting there as the beast sniffs your hair and hands.

“Hey, Boss,” Mace’s voice cuts through your tears. “We have company,” He backs away from his post, and everyone launches into movement. You don't see much of it, but Velikan is pulling at you by your armpits, trying to get you on your feet to get you moving.

“Sorry,” You sniffle, standing. “I’m sorry,” You let him pull you along, grabbing at your gun to keep yourself armed. You wipe your face, trying to get your head back in the game.

Keep a hold on it, keep a hold on it, you tell yourself. You walk as best as you can, leaning on Velikan for support as he moves you forward, everyone falling into formation. Graves shouts out orders from behind you and you start to stabilize yourself.

You don’t feel dizzy, tears don’t fall freely from your eyes anymore and you stand on your own feet. You set off a blaze at an enemy heading your way, turning back to Velikan before you can watch them fall.

“I have it,” You tell him, and he nods, backing off. You can tell he’s still looking at you for a moment longer, but you all push on. It seems like you're in some kind of action film, with enemies flooding you and your team over and over again.

You manage to fight your way into a house, the building providing much better cover than the alley. Everyone rushes around, Velikan and Mace rushing to clear it out, Hutch placing Horangi down, and you rush to a window, assessing the area. Sputnik trails in behind everyone, a wailing man in his jaws. He drags the man in by the back of the neck of his shirt, clearly having mauled him a little before bringing him in.

You rush to close the door behind him when something stops you in your tracks.

“Нет, Спутник,” Nikto's voice cuts through the air from somewhere behind you. Sputnik's tail wags as he shows off the prize he brought. “Нет, put him down. Лежать!” You turn, finding Nikto standing in the doorway. He seems okay, blood splattered over his gear. You drop everything instantly. The door is already shut, and you just leave your gun on the floor by it, rushing over to Nikto.

“Nikto!” You yell, grabbing him into a hug. It's a harsh one, leaving your cheek pressed against him. He goes to speak your name, but you cut him off. “Shush! I just… Long mission,” You snap, and you feel as he relaxes into your hug, wrapping his arms around you. His hand rubs your back, trying to calm you down. You sigh, thinking back over it, all of it - your relationship with him, these past few days, the mission - it was all so much, so overwhelming.

You pull yourself away from him and press your mouth into where his is under the mask, finally able to return the kiss.

[girlwiththeobsessions]

love sick, c. f.

previous part

you and conrad had a secret relationship two summers ago, when you were 15 and he was 16. you broke up with him because your younger sister, belly had liked him, and you were afraid of hurting her. now, flash forward, you were 17, and you thought you had gotten over him, but maybe you haven’t

vi. belly's birthday

TODAY WAS BELLY'S 16TH BIRTHDAY.

i had the day off from work, since it was her birthday.

laurel had breakfast on the table ready for belly, and susannah had gotten her baby blue and white balloons.

all of us were downstairs, waiting for belly, and finally, she came downstairs.

"morning, everyone!" belly said with enthusiasm.

"there's the birthday girl!" susannah hugged her. "looking like a vision in floral. happy birthday!

jeremiah leaned down to hug belly. "happy sweet sixteenth bells."

"belly's getting old finally!" steven teased. "happy birthday.

"happy birthday sweetheart." laurel hugged her with a warm smile.

belly laughed. "thanks everyone."

i hugged belly. "happy birthday, belly. mom made your pancakes."

"actually, uh- i'm not really hungry." belly told me and laurel.

"oh." laurel said, but i knew she was disappointed.

"shall we open gifts?" susannah shrugged.

"you're gonna love mine." jeremiah confidently told her.

one thing i did notice though, was conrad hadn't said happy birthday.

we went into the living room, to open gifts, belly had opened her gift from laurel, and it was a book.

"it's the latest edition." laurel spoke up. "i got it from a rare book dealer."

"thanks mom." belly said with no enthusiasm.

laurel rolled her eyes with a smile. "turn to the book marked page."

belly obliged. "oh, yeah i remember susannah telling us to recite this." belly laughed, all of us reciting the sentence.

"open mine now, belly." susannah handed her a gift.

belly opened the gift, and it was a pearl necklace. "oh wow, they're gorgeous, thank you, susannah."

susannah went over to belly, to put the necklace on her. "my mom gave me these pearls for my sweet sixteen."

"they look great on you, belly." i smiled at her.

"oh! i'm next." jeremiah gave a gift to belly.

"it's a good luck charm. to help you pass your drivers test." belly put the charm on her wrist.

"perfect. thank you."

steven threw a shirt at belly. "think fast!"

"wow steven! i can't believe you actually spent money on me." she sarcastically smiled.

it was a princeton shirt. "relax, i just didn't want you stealing mine when i get in next year."

"i didn't know you were still considering princeton." laurel said.

"you know, i think i'm gonna apply for some scholarships, and dad thinks i can get some financial aid." steven told her.

i went over to belly, handing her my gift, with a smile. "open it."

belly tore off the wrapping, opening the gift to see keys.

"what are these?" she asked with a smile.

"car keys. with the help of susannah, once you pass your drivers test, there's a car waiting for you, it's at home." i explained.

belly's jaw dropped. "y/n! thank you so much!" she went to hug me.

i laughed and hugged her back. "you're welcome."

"conrad, do you wanna give belly her gift?" susannah asked.

conrad stayed silent for minute before responding. "sorry, i forgot."

my heart shattered when i looked to belly, seeing her smile drop, her looking so sad. how could he forget?

"uh- that's cool." belly played it off. "i wasn't really expecting anything anyway."

"listen.. i gotta go." conrad broke the tension. "i promised cleveland i show him some knots today, so.. happy birthday belly."

"hey." jeremiah called to belly. "why don't we take my car and practice driving before we have to pick up taylor from the bus stop.

"okay." belly agreed. "y/n, wanna come?" belly asked me.

"no, you two go ahead, i have.. something to do."

i got up, going the same direction conrad went.

i had caught up to conrad, grabbing his shoulder, causing him to spin around, facing me.

"really? you forgot?" i asked with anger in my voice.

i was going to take a more.. calm approach, but i was just so angry, my emotions got the better of me.

"well-" he began to speak, but i already know whatever he was going to say was going to be stupid, so i just cut him off.

"listen, i don't know what the hell's going on with you, but you've been acting like an asshole." i insulted.

he rolled his eyes at me. "grow up." this wasn't the same conrad i had seen last summer, i looked into his eyes, he had no remorse for what he said. "i forgot a gift one year."

"it's not just that!" i was starting to lose my patience with him, using my hands to emphasize my point while i spoke. "you've been- just been a dick since we've gotten here! you weren't always like this."

"oh, so now suddenly you care? didn't seem like you did two summers ago." conrad stared coldly into my eyes.

are you serious? he wanted to do this?

"seriously?" i blinked a few times before speaking again, and i scoffed. "you wanna go there?"

conrad sighed, he could probably sense as well that this was starting to escalate. "just forget it."

"fine." i simply said, before walking away, leaving him there.

how could he say that i don't care about him? when that's all i've done for him.

TWO SUMMERS AGO

me and conrad were at the beach, there were so many stars in the sky, and it was pitch black outside.

we both couldn't sleep, so we had decided to go the beach.

"can't sleep?" he asked, seeing me downstairs.

i turned around to see it was him, a smile appearing on my face. "nah."

he motioned his head at the door, basically silently asking me if i wanted to leave. i nodded my head, putting on my shoes.

we were at the shallow part of the water, the water going up to my knees.

i looked at the sky, he glanced at me. "what do you see up there?"

"a star shaped like a bunny." i joked. "you see it?"

"yeah." he said, and i started to laugh.

"you liar." i splashed him with water.

his body turned to me and he splashed me back.

we kept on splashing each other, and i kept laughing.

he had grabbed my wrist to get me to stop splashing him, pulling me close to him.

i stopped splashing him, looking into his blue eyes, and he looked into my eyes.

he took the hand off my wrist and cupped my cheek, i looked down at his lips, getting more and more nervous by each second.

he started to lean in, and then he kissed me. i kissed him back. i couldn't help it.

i knew if belly found out, she'd probably hate me, she liked conrad since she was little, but i just couldn't help myself.

END OF FLASHBACK

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END OF CHAPTER

[killercooksblog]

KillerCook Baking Challenge

Howdy - In celebration of starting this blog, I present a challenge! If you've read the book, you'll know the first chapter was about BROWNIES! AKA the best dessert ever, probably. I'll post it below so if you have no idea what I'm talking about you can catch up and participate!

I love a good brownie, and I think everyone has their own unique way of baking goods that makes the recipe special in its own way! Yes, even box mix, cause I know not everyone is following those instructions all the time. If you're a raw batter eater, you're amongst safe company!

The challenge: I want you to make a pan of brownies with you're own secret ingredient that makes it *chef's kiss.* To participate, you gotta submit a pic of your brownie platter to my submissions or ask box by 3:00 PM EST Saturday, June 8th. Additionally, you need to submit a summary of the flavor and texture of your recipe, without saying the name of your secret ingredient.

For example: in my double mint chocolate brownies chapter, I would summarize it as - a dulcet double layer of cacao richness that's not too cakey and not too moist, that will leave you with a fresh and happy ending.

Or something like that. Get creative! I wanna rate your brownies! I'll be playing along too and for the sake of it, I won't be doing mint chips so I can leave y'all guessing too ;)

With the camera set in place, Killer dusted his apron and straightened his helmet one last time before pressing the ‘Go Live’ button, muttering a quick, "It's show time," under his breath.

“Hello, Killer here,” raising a hand in the air, the quarter sleeve of his dress shirt rolled neatly on his forearm. “Time for another day of relaxing vibes and delicious desserts. Today, I’m making Double Chocolate Mint Brownies. I love a goody, gooey brownie, especially when there’s mini chocolate chips and ganache involved.”

As he spoke the well-rehearsed introduction, Killer wandered around the kitchen pulling out mixing tools and fixing himself a glass of bubble milk tea, congregating on the island countertop. Oven already preheated, eggs and butter on standby and at room temperature. Slurping up a tapioca ball, he paused for a minute while he chewed.

“Mm, ‘scuse me, didn’t expect that one to come up all the way. Tasty. Moving on, you know my number one motto: A clean and sterile working environment is best when dealing with things you intend to eat. And please, enough with the Jason Vorhees jokes, my mask looks nothing like his. I’m trying to make a name for myself as an independent serial killer……of hunger and all your hearts,” he brought his hands together to make a heart shape for the audience.

The ping of a microtransaction being made caught Killer’s attention, leaning close to his phone. Someone had bought and redeemed a highlighted message, and it was one of those moments he wished he hadn’t added that incentive, now being forced to read and answer it live.

“MurderinoSquadAssemble has this to say – ‘a serial killer of hunger and OUR hearts? Seems sus but ok. #redflagbehavior.’ Calm down armchair detective. For the record, I haven’t been caught yet and it won’t be to the likes of you.”

Biting down a chuckle, Killer stepped back to put on plastic gloves, a baking hat, and his favorite apron. It was a faded blue color but what really made it endearing for him, was the print.

That’s Hot

It had a small whisk and measuring spoons sprawled on the bottom, and the capital T had a baker’s hat falling off it. Underneath the text, a stovetop on fire. A gift from Kid on his 25th birthday.

Smiling privately, Killer turned to give the audience his side profile as he tied the apron strings. His dress shirt clung to his muscled arms, threatening to burst if he flexed too hard. His ass looked firm and thick in the dark chino relaxed pants he wore.

Prepping the baking tray, Killer explained the ingredients he was using and his choices for alternatives. He preferred to use ethically sourced chocolate and tapioca flour instead of all-purpose flour. He used vegan butter but liked to brown it first to caramelize a bit before combining it to the batter.

“This flour is what I used to make the tapioca pearls for my milk tea in my 14th video. It’s still up if you want to check it out and give it some love,” he poured the batter into the pans.

Turning around completely, he walked to the oven to place the pan on the middle rack. Killer didn’t need to bend down as much as he did to place the pan inside. He also didn’t need to jut his hips backwards a little to make his butt look bigger on camera, but it was nice hearing the pings echoing in the kitchen as he was gifted with tips and praise. Not that he’d admit that to anyone of course.

Killer turned the volume of his Bluetooth speaker louder, enjoying the lofi channel playlist he chose for the day’s stream. It was hard to find good music these days, not with a DMCA lawsuit one flagged video away.

“You can find where I use the same ingredients for the pre-made mint filling layer in my 20th video, when I made my homemade No-reos.”

Underneath the kitchen island countertop was a small red button that Killer pushed. That was the alarm indicator Kid had installed to notify the redhead that it was time for him stop what he was doing, get dressed, and join the video for the taste test.

Hoping beyond hope that Kid would be wearing the clothes Killer laid out for him, the masked man entertained the audience. Acknowledging the redeemed gifts, answering comments and questions and taking a much needed bathroom break. Letting the ads run a bit longer to milk the revenue, Killer stood at the doorway waiting for Kid to make an appearance. Asshole was running late, unbelievable. HE WANTED to be in the live streams, Killer didn’t ask him to be a part of it.

Shaking his head, he sat down in front of the camera, preparing to be KillerCook once more. The oven had three minutes left on the timer and the smell of chocolate wafted. The stream continuing, he began whisking the ganache to pour over the brownies.

Killer heard Kid walking through the hallway as he whisked. Bursting through the door, shirtless, his golden piercings that littered his nipples, nose bridge and ears shined from the open kitchen windows that showed a beautiful sunny day outside.

Timer going off, Killer fumbled to the back while hissing out, “Put a fucking shirt on! Why do you do this every time?!”

“C’mon Kill, they’re not gonna ban you for male nipples, be real.”

“Not risking it, we’re already on thin ice for using copyright music after 2 warnings. Remember? That’s how you lost Your Job as the video editor. Put on a shirt or I pull the plug.”

Angrily swearing, Kid walked back through the door to find a shirt.

“The last step is pouring the ganache over the mint layer and spreading it evenly for a smooth coating. Then you’ll want to store it in the fridge to let the top layer set. This will take up to an hour or you can keep it in longer until you’re ready to eat.”

Cutting into the pan to prepare a square for Kid, the masked baker placed both the pan and the taste test piece in the fridge. Killer once again entertained the audience for the 5 minutes it took for Kid to come back, in a ruffled black vest that was unbuttoned. Killer pulled out a chair for him and went to retrieve the taste test square, placing it on the table in front of Kid.

Coming into view of the camera with an annoyed pout on his face, Kid shot a sneer at Killer before tightening his jaw and looking directly into the lens.

“Alright, now the reason you’re all really here. To watch me eat shit you can’t have and look hot doing it.”

Standing straight, he stuck out his right arm and flexed, slowly moving it down with deliberate motions that further focused on his bulging muscles instead of the baked good. Bringing it to his face, Kid licked his maroon painted lips before taking a bite with a grin. Letting out an approving grunt.

“How’s it taste?”

“Tastes damn good, brother,” Kid responded, biting into the brownie again.

“Can you uh elaborate some more for the audience?”

“It’s chocolate, tastes like chocolate,” he grunted out in between bites.

Sighing deeply, “Does the texture feel balanced? Is it too dry? Can you even taste the mint I added with the chocolate chips?”

Licking his fingers clean and wiping his mouth with the back of hand, Kid shrugged. “Tastes perfect. Like any good brownie should be, it’s moist,” devilish smirk on his face and he faced the camera.

Feeling Killer’s serious as fuck glare through the mask, “Yeah yeah you can taste the mint. It doesn’t overwhelm the chocolate but it wasn’t overstated either. Like a little nudge wanting acknowledgment.”

“And there you have it, moist and acknowledged. Tune in next time when I make one of my favorite dishes, Spaghetti aglio e olio. It’s simple to prepare and like everything else I make, slays. This has been Faffaffaffa-Food with Killer.”

End Livestream.

Killer lifted his baker’s hat, helmet and took his hairnet off, pulling his hair from the tight wound rubber elastic he’d put it in.

“One of these days you’re going to get me banned, dickwad. Think about that the next time you want to fuck around. All those comments of praise and validation gone just like that,” he snapped his fingers, “Because you can’t stop being a dumb whore for 5 minutes.”

“I’m a whore?! Oh stuff a brownie in yer mouth and calm down. You’re not you when you’re hangry,” Kid snickered, ducking out of the kitchen to avoid the stainless-steel bowls flung at him.

Bonus: The comment section

ICantEven101: Killer-san, why won’t my sauce stick to my noodles? KillerCook: You may be using too much oil or butter. A good trick is to add in pasta water to thicken the sauce. Corn starch is a good binder as well.

VanillyExtract: PunkNeverDied69 can I take you on a date? 🥺 PunkNeverDied69: You can’t afford my tastes.

GimmeDa’Za: Day 15 of asking for a Heat cameo and dutch oven pizzas. FlamingHot420: Why are you people obsessed with me? I walked into the kitchen ONE TIME.

[backtothe99]

(18Trip Translation) Tao Kinouchi Novel: Back to the 99 - Track 4

all novels have spoilers for information about the characters revealed in the main story, proceed with caution!

CW: Tao's parents' religious fanaticism reaches a Snake-goes-missing-esque (999) climax

Wednesday, June 30, 1999

— Wednesday, June 30, 1999

I involuntarily let out another sigh.

I didn’t go to school today.

Taiki’s fever had gone down, but he still seemed under the weather.

“Tao-nii, enough… Go to school…”

Taiki told me in the afternoon, after his condition had calmed down.

“I already skipped the morning classes, there’s no point in me going now.” I said and stayed home.

And in case you’re wondering, our parents hadn’t come home at all since the night before.

After Taiki fell asleep due to the side effects of the medicine I had given him just in case, I sat alone in the living room, just staring at my phone.

Should I call Goz, or no? Even if it’s by mail, should I apologize? 

“... What am I even gonna do tonight?” I muttered.

I actually had plans with Goz tonight.

About two months ago, while the two of us were having lunch at school, we started talking about King Anglomois’s prophecy, and I told Goz:

“I don’t know what my parents will do the moment July arrives. They seriously believe in that prophecy.”

There are people out there who believe in this prophecy so much that they become desperate, and there are people who vow they’ll spend all their money by the time June ends. There’s even TV specials.

Our generation has been hearing about this prophecy all our life, and even if we don’t believe it, we still feel a vague sense of fear when we hear the words “July 1999”.

I may be a skeptic myself, but I honestly don’t know what will happen to my parents, who believe in it blindly.

“I don’t wanna be home on that day.”

I had complained to Goz, and as if he just had a great idea, he said, “You don’t gotta be!”

“Let’s sneak out in the middle of the night and jump together the moment July hits!”

“Jump…? This ain't New Year’s Eve.”

“It’s cool, maybe the King of Terror will let us off the hook if our feet aren’t touching the ground?”

It was a silly, ridiculous suggestion.

But the way Goz talked about it with so much excitement somehow comforted me. I knew jumping the moment the clock struck midnight wouldn’t help me figure out what to do with my parents, and it wouldn’t alleviate Taiki’s pain.

But seeing Goz smile as he talked about it… I felt as though my problems were so simple that just jumping could solve them.

“Then, let’s do it. If I remember.”

“Huh? What’s that, Tao? You want me to write our plans on your forehead? Make sure you remember.”

It was just a light-hearted promise, so Goz might have already forgotten about it.

Just as I was at a loss about what to do, my phone’s notification rang, and a mail came through.

“Minami-cho Park. 11:55PM. If you don’t come, I’ll beat the crap out of you.”

The mail was from Goz.

A smile spread across my face.

I was happy that Goz remembered our promise, and was trying to suggest we make up.

I was determined to apologize properly for what happened yesterday when we met.

— I haven’t been able to talk about this with you until now, but truth is, Taiki hasn’t been going to school.

I can’t rely on my parents.

What can I do for Taiki?

This time, I’d be honest and ask for advice.

Goz is a good guy, if I explain the situation with Taiki and our parents, I’m sure he’ll understand.

And just like when he laughed and said we should jump, I’m sure he’ll make me feel better this time, too.

I looked at the time, it was already 11:30PM.

There wasn’t much time left until the arranged time, so I just got changed and ready to leave the house.

When I opened my room’s door, Taiki stood on the other side.

“Taiki, you’re awake? How’s your fever?”

“... It’s gone down. Are you going somewhere, Tao-nii?”

I lied and said I’m going to the convenience store.

I figured I’d be home in about 20 minutes, anyway.

I didn’t think I had any reason to tell him about my promise with Goz.

“Do you want me to buy you something? Like an ice cream?”

Just as I was thinking of really stopping by the convenience store, a loud noise rang from the entrance.

“Tao! Tao, where are you!?”

The next sound I heard was our parents’ screaming.

Taiki’s face suddenly stiffened.

They came into the house with heavy footsteps, looking for me. They’ve always been aggressive people, but they’re especially bad today. 

I hurried downstairs, not wanting to get Taiki involved.

“What are you doing here? Don’t yell, you’ll disturb our neighbors.”

When I got downstairs, my parents, who I hadn’t seen for some time, were running out of the living room.

Honestly, their behavior was strange–

Their hair was messy, their clothes were rumpled, and their eyes were bloodshot.

“There you are! Come on! Hurry!”

My mother screamed as she grabbed my arm. She put so much strength that I felt my bones were going to crack.

She pulled me and I stumbled a step forward, my phone slipping out of my pocket.

“Hold on, what are you doing…”

“Hurry! There’s no time!”

It’s okay. I’ll be back in no time.

I didn’t say that out loud, but I tried to convey it with my expression.

I figured that if I resisted, they’d make a commotion and scare Taiki, so I obediently followed them.

I barely had time to put on my shoes, and I was taken to a park near our house. It was a dark place filled with trees.

A huge coffin was placed there.

“By God’s will! As God’s child! You have the right to board this “Ark”!”

“You don’t have to worry, this is a machine created by God that can transcend time by channelling the energy in space. The church inherited this “Ark” from space!”

“No matter how much we paid, they wouldn’t lend it to us, so we brought it here in secret! Mom and Dad don’t mind becoming sacrifices, Tao is the only one who has to go to where God is!”

I couldn’t understand a thing they were saying.

Their eyes weren’t entirely here, but I couldn’t match up their strength–

Before I knew it, I was shoved into the coffin.

“Hey, hold on, I…”

— I made a promise.

And I have to stay by Taiki’s side.

I wanted to say that, but I couldn’t.

My parents closed the coffin’s lid.

Once I heard a loud noise and realized the lid was locked, I blanked out and everything went dark.

What? Are my screw-loosed parents finally going to kill me?

My parents were still making some kind of noise on the other side of the coffin, so I banged on the lid and yelled, “Let me out! Let me out!”

I’m late for my meeting with Goz. 

I don’t have my phone on me because I dropped it when my parents dragged me. I haven’t even replied to the mail.

— I want to meet him, I want to apologize and make up.

… And there’s also Taiki to think about.

If he starts crying…

Just as I thought that, a sharp pain struck my head.

My vision started to falter, and I felt my consciousness fade.

I can’t remember anything after that.

When I woke up –

I was thrown into an unfamiliar city in the future.

Novel directory: Tuesday, June 29, 1999 / 1 | Tuesday, June 29, 1999 / 2 | Tuesday, June 29, 1999 / 3 | Wednesday, June 30, 1999 | Souta Gozu

[billiesgoodgirll]

school regression

for this the name is gonna be evelyn bc that’s my name and this is a scenario that happened to me last year w my gf/cg :) this is also my first billie chapter!!!!!!

warnings: swearing n thats abt it tbh 😭

evelyns pov: 

“here” i mumble when the teacher reads out my name for attendance it was 3rd period and i was struggling, i needed to regress i haven’t in a while but i couldn’t do it in school. 

30 minutes had passed and i was slipping fuck. “c-can i go to the toilet pweas?” i stuttered hoping no one noticed my speech slip up, “yes okay evelyn 5 minutes” miss hoff my teacher (she was my actual teacher at this time lmao) said.

i grabbed my bag sprinting down the corridor to the bathroom going into a stall locking it and sitting down curling into a ball tears streaming down my face, i reach into my bag and grab out my phone and dial billies number.

i know she will reply because she has basketball practice, “m-mama?” i cry into the phone. “evelyn? oh baby mamas here shh” billies voice comes through the phone “mama want you” i cry out into the phone 

“i know sweetie i know i’m coming to get you now okay? tell mama where you are” i hear shuffling from the other line indicating billie getting her stuff ready “bathroom” i whine just wanting you. “okay bug mamas coming” billie hangs up the phone before i could respond i sobbed harder and louder not being able to hear your voice anymore.

billies pov: 

after i hung up the phone i immediately went to my coach and explained i needed to go which luckily he let me i grabbed my gym and school bag before running out of there checking all the bathrooms.

“evelyn baby?” i searched the bathrooms annoyingly she never specified which one but it’s okay.

“mama!” i hear evelyn cry out i quickly run to that stall and go to open it but the door is locked. shit. 

“hey bug mamas here i need you to open the door okay?” i was panicking slightly trying not to show it i hear the lock click open and push open the door locking it behind me.

“oh baby” i sigh out at her state, curled into a ball, tears and snot running down her face, shaking. 

“mama” evelyn whines making grabby hands to me audibly sobbing into my chest as i pick her up sitting down on the bathroom floor with her in my lap.

“mama needs you to calm down bug” i coo needing you to slow your breathing before this turns into a bigger panic attack and i need to get you out of here.

evelyns pov: 

i take a deep breath as mama told me to but i ended up coughing and spluttering “oh sweetie” billie laughed softly holding me close rocking me back and forth shushing me gently.

“we gotta get you home bug hm?” she cooed i nodded sniffling, “can you tell mama how old you are my love?” billie says, i hold up 2 fingers “okay babe” she pays my bum before getting up with me still in her arms, i squeal holding onto your basketball jersey giggling.

“you silly girl” billie laughs grabbing our bags and unlocking the stall door, i whined “yeah bug?” billie looks down at me “peoples gonna see” i whine tears filling my eyes again.

“oh baby okay i’ll put you down then you can hold my hand yeah?” she puts me down putting my backpack on my back taking my hand and guiding me to the office.

“she’s not feeling well i need to take her home” i vaguely hear billie talking to the front office i’m too busy playing with her basketball key ring on her bag, i whine quietly to billie just wanting to go home and cuddle “patience bug” i see her look down and give me a warning look.

i feel billie take my hand and lead me out the school and to her car, dragon. 

she buckles me in before getting in the drivers side handing me my water bottle and paci as she always carries a spare i immediately take the paci shoving it in my mouth hearing billie chuckle starting the car.

i must of falling asleep because the next thing i know i was being lifted into billies arms finneas getting our bags out the car “hi baby” billie smiles down at me seeing i’m awake, i whine and point to finneas i don’t see him often so when i do it’s the best i make grabby hands his way hearing them both laugh as finneas takes me into his arms “hey eve’s you okay?” finneas exclaims also using his nickname for me bouncing me slightly in his arms.

“ ‘m okay!” i throw my arms up excitedly giggling, “bug calm down” i hear billie say chuckling getting my bag out the car hers already inside “hey she’s okay mamas mean huh?” finneas teases tickling me slightly “yeah!” i giggle uncontrollably “come on you two” billie rolls her eyes walking inside i pout thinking i upset her my 2 year old mindset not understanding i whine trying to get out of finneas’s hold “okay hey i’m putting you down your okay” finneas puts me down confused on the sudden mood change.

i run inside past billie and her parents and into her room shutting the door jumping on billies bed.

billies pov: 

“finneas what did you do?” i look at him after you ran past not even greeting my mom you 2nd favourite person after me of course.

“nothing!” finneas defends, i sigh rolling my eyes again before making my way upstairs to my room “baby?” i knock not getting a reply “it’s mama” i add still no reply, i open the door walking in seeing you face down on my bed.

i chuckle sitting down next to you, “oh bug what’s wrong?” i stoke the back of your head “yous m-mad at me” evelyn says in the most heartbreaking voice.

“oh baby no you didn’t upset me hey come here” i pull her onto my lap holding her close. “your okay bug mamas got you shh” i rock her back and forth as her breathing evens out and she falls asleep “i love you.”

this is my first age regression chapter which is based off what happened to me n my cg/gf i don’t rlly like this bc i don’t feel like i got it right?? idk if that makes sense but leave requests!!! 🫶🏻🎀

[somestorythoughts]

Eldritch Echo - Pt 3

So. This is. A thing I'm writing now? This might become a fix-it cause I figured a couple things out about the eldritchness. It's not fair that Crosshair's been the only one freaked out so far though, might freak out Tech next time.

Also would it help at all if I put links to the earlier parts here? I know not a lot of people see this but tell me if you think that'd be useful. For now I'm gonna tag them all eldritch echo.

Anyway. On with part 3!

“Wrecker!” Hunter calls. “Come here a moment!”

Wrecker and Echo had been outside, cleaning their armor outside to enjoy the warmth of the planet they were currently on. Wrecker groans, but leaves the sunshine with a wave towards Echo who seems perfectly content to remain. He gets cold so easily and Hunter makes a mental note to give him the large spare blanket before they end up on a colder planet.

“What’s up?”

Crosshair explains the odd things he’s noticed about Echo, ending with their talk a few days ago in which Echo had grinned at him with teeth and shadow both. “Rex claims not to know anything but we’re pretty sure he’s bullshitting us. Have you seen anything weird?”

Wrecker frowns. “I know something’s weird, but it’s not the same weird.”

“Tell us anyway!”

“Nu-uh. First Hunter and Tech gotta tell me what they think.”

“I have not noticed anything out of the ordinary.” Tech asserts. “Echo is polite and kind, and he’s recovering well.” Wrecker blinks at him and Tech’s eyes narrow. “But I’m not willing to discount Crosshair or Hunter’s senses.”

“How kind.” Crosshair retorts.

Hunter rolls his eyes. “He smells funny and no Wrecker, not didn’t-shower-after-a-battle funny. Like flowers and spices and rain, along with smelling a bit like trooper and metal. And after Crosshair mentioned it I started paying more attention and I have noticed his eyes changing color a couple times. His voice is also strange. Not all the time just, the other night, when he woke up screaming again? His voice resonated. Like he was in a cave or something instead of on the ship.”

Tech blinked. “I did not notice this.”

“You fell back asleep almost immediately after Wrecker and I calmed him down you probably wouldn’t remember if you had noticed.” Hunter replied. “Alright Wrecker. Your turn.”

“You really haven’t noticed this?” Wrecker asked Tech, who glared.

“How can I answer properly when you haven’t explained what you’re talking about?”

Wrecker shrugged. “I mean, at first I thought he was just really really lucky. Or that he’d been given some new fancy armor to try out. Didn’t figure out that that didn’t make sense until he’d been with us more than a couple weeks and he told me some stories of before he was with us.”

“Can you please explain the point before giving context?” Crosshair sighs without much hope. This is a pretty typical Wrecker-style explanation.

“He was on the ramp when the shuttle exploded. He told me when I was helping him with his physical therapy and I asked what happened. Right on the ramp. Said he lost his arm and one leg completely, and whoever pulled him off the platform cut his other leg off the rest of the way. But his organs are fine.”

“That does not-” Tech started then stopped. “No. One moment.” He turned on his datapad and began scrolling furiously.

“That close to an explosion there should have been internal damage.” Hunter said and it makes sense that Wrecker would notice something like this, because he knows as much about the damage demolitions do as he does about the explosions themselves and he’s the one who’s taken the lead in helping Echo through his physical therapy.

“Malnutrition.” Tech states. “There was some internal damage that the 501st’ medic ascribed to malnutrition. That and the implants in his skull were the only signs of damage to any internal organs. But that does not make sense. Between his proximity to the explosion and the damage to his spine, there should have been organ damage.”

“Well. The medics already established it was a miracle he survived.” Crosshair mused. “You’re saying his organs can’t be damaged or something?”

“Nah. I’m saying that now that I’m saying it, I think if they’d left that metal out of his spine he’d still be walking.”

They all stared at Wrecker. He shrugged. “Maybe I’m wrong but, I know what it looks like when people get hurt really bad. I don’t know all the fancy words for medicine and stuff like Tech but, I remember when I got this eye and I know what you guys are like when you’re hurt and I know that Echo got better really fast. I know he was moving really good really fast after we got him out of there and maybe he’s just stubborn but maybe not. And yeah, he wasn’t eating for a while, and using his scomp makes his head hurt and I know he can get hurt but like, I don’t think he gets hurt like we do. Or the injury doesn’t last as long? I don’t know.” He froze suddenly and their hands drifted to weapons in unattended instinct at whatever had Wrecker spooked. “And maybe I’m wrong but I think Echo might have heard all of this.”

They whirled around and something dark zipped across the wall and out of sight. Tech glanced back at Wrecker, who was wide-eyed. “I thought, it looked a bit like Echo. Just for a moment.”

They raced outside, almost stumbling as they exited the ship. Echo was where they’d left him, perfectly content as he set one piece of armor to the side and picked up his helmet. “Something wrong guys?”

“Something you want to tell us?” Crosshair snarled.

Echo hummed, still not looking at them. “About?”

Wrecker raised a hand. “Uh, should I also have mentioned that his scars all look really old instead of recent?”

Echo’s laughter drowned out Tech and Crosshair’s surprise. He grinned at them and for a moment Tech could have sworn his teeth were mirror-bright. He blinked. Echo smirked. “Figure it out Crosshair.”

[marvelsage]

Wednesday & Wick

THREE

SETTING: FESTIVAL

“Hello, Wednesday.” You were throwing darts when you felt her familiar dark presence near the booth.

“Y/n.” She picks up the darts aswell and starts to play. She gets practically all of them but stopping at the last.

“Didn’t think you’d stick around for this.” Setting up for another round of darts.

“I’m not, it’s apart of my plan.” Nodding, she pops the last balloon and then turns to watch you play.

“Right… let me guess Tyler?” She marvels silently at how at ease you were with throwing the darts.

“How’d you know?” Popping the last balloon you take the panda and turn your full attention to her.

“Lucky guess, here.” She takes the panda confused but obviously doesn’t show it.

“For Ms.Weems.” You head off nodding to Xavier as he approaches next. Not long passing Tyler and an itch to turn back comes over you. You spot Rowan and head in his direction.

“Hey Rowan…” You trailed off as whispers filled your ears, you couldn’t make out much of what they were saying.

‘beware’

‘mothers lingering’

‘Wednesday’

‘save them’

“Wick! Hey!” The whispers stop at once and Rowans hand on your shoulder snaps you of it.

“Hey you alright?”

“Yeah, yeah I’m alright, sorry spaced out there. You doing alright, Rowan. You haven’t been eating too much cotta candy right? We don’t need a repeat of last year.” You swung you arm over his shoulder and start walking in a random direction.

“No I’ve made sure to steer clear of that. And I’ve been the same as usual.” You know he’s lying as he fidgets with his glasses and nervously looks around. You stop and stand in front of him with your hands on his shoulders.

“Don’t lie to me, Ro. What’s going on? Is it the thing with your mom and her drawing?” He blanches and stutters to come up with an excuse but you pat his shoulder to calm him down.

“Hey, it’s alright.”

“No it’s not! I-I need to stop her- you should help considering it has to do with you as well seeing as you-” You let go of him slowly and step away.

“I didn’t tell you those things so you could use it against me.” You could feel his aura getting frustrated.

“Fine, I’ll handle it then.”

“Rowan! Come on! Rowan!” He storms off somewhere determined and you spin around deciding to look for Wednesday instead. You catch a whiff of her scent and follow it, through the crowd you spot her and Tyler rushing pass and not too far from them is the three musketeers. Brushing pass everyone you dodge the the three and come up a little behind them as she knocks into Rowan.

‘the prophecy’

‘she’s the raven’

‘perched on the blazed tree’

‘Rowan done’

‘He’s gone’

‘Gone’

‘Gone’

‘DEAD’

“Wick! Hey Y/n!” You come to seeing Xavier holding you up. Shakily you stand on your own looking around for Wednesday.

“Where is she?” You mumble stepping away from him.

“Where’s who?” You catch a glimpse of her disappearing in to the woods.

“I gotta go”Running around him, you trail behind Rowan and Wednesday as you all cross the bridge.

“Rowan, wait!”

“What do you want? Why are you following me?”

“I don’t have time to explain, but you’re in danger.” You slowly approach the scene staying out of sight.

“I think you’ve got it backwards.” You felt your demons holding you back as he flies her to the tree.

“You’re the one who’s in danger.”

“What are you doing?”

“Saving everyone from you. I have to kill you.” Your eyes flash amber as your feet digs into the dirt from being restrained.

“The gargoyle, that was you?”

“Yeah.”

“It’s always the quiet ones.” A paper flew from his pocket and unfolded to show the drawing from the book. He goes on about his mother and how it was his destiny to stop the girl in the drawing. You felt the release your demons had on you when he increased his powers.

“Rowan!” His shock caused him to drop Wednesday, you catch her before she could hit the floor and push her behind you as the mysterious monster came up behind Rowan.

“Rowan!” You were too late as the monster picks him up and slash his gut open. It looks back to growl at you both causing you to flash your eyes and send a challenging snarl. It flees letting you rush to Rowan’s side, you already knew he was gone.

“He’s gone.” Wednesday kneeled beside you a bit shocked, she watched as you place a hand above his face and a grey smoke slips from his mouth.

“What are you doing?”

“Protecting his soul.”

“Why?”

“Don’t worry about it.”

“There’s more to you than you lead on isn’t there?” Standing you look at Rowan one more time before turning to her and shake your head softly.

“Don’t worry about it.”The paper from earlier gliding to his chest catches her attention. She takes it and stands as well.

“Did you know he was going to do this?”

“No alright and if I did I would have stopped him earlier and prevented this from happening, but it did.”

“Why would you care about what happens to me?” Turning back around sighing, over this whole situation. The fact was this whole death thing wasn’t new to you, perks of being what you are. But very few times did it involve those you somewhat took a liking to. Wednesday Addams, although you’ve only known her for like a day, has come to be one of those people you somewhat tolerate to be around.

“You really need to start making friends, Wednesday.” She steps closer looking up slightly to meet your eyes and the urge to dig up those enticing dark thoughts come over again.

“I don’t need anyone, Y/n.” Analyzing her facial structure to direct your attention elsewhere leads you to her lips and then back to her eyes.

“I know, and that’ll be your downfall…Come on we gotta go.” You didn’t see it cause you had turned away but the expression Wednesday normally worn, frowned the tiniest bit.

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[stories-and-chaos]

Tarnished: M&M Teamwork

[Helluva Boss AU where Blitzø’s childhood theft from Stolas’ palace is discovered and major consequences ensue for everyone involved.]

[Word count: 2028 Cw: blood, gore]

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While Blitzø is recovering from finding out about Barb. M & M are not yet dating.

Moxxie idly tapped his claws on the meeting room table. It was half an hour after I.M.P. was supposed to open for business, but there was no sign of the boss yet. He had double and triple checked the calendar; all the full moons were highlighted. Blitzø didn’t enjoy the restriction that came from being late for an ‘appointment’ with Stolas. So despite him being notoriously bad at making schedules, he had all the full moons marked. But the last one had been over a week ago, Blitzø’s absence probably wasn’t related to the royal demon.

“Maybe he partied too hard? Or maybe he got locked up again?” Moxxie checked the calendar a fourth time as Millie waved a dismissive hand.

“Calm down Mox, I’m sure he’s fiiiiiiine,” she drawled. “He’ll get here when he gets here.”

“Yeah, but there’s no sign of Loona either.” He and the Hellhound clashed but he didn’t want anything bad to happen to her.

He didn’t have to speculate much longer. Loona burst into the office nearly ripping the door off its hinges. She’d flung it open hard enough that it lodged into the drywall; when she yanked it closed, there was a perfect imprint of the handle in the wall. The Hound was panting heavily and she looked like she hadn’t slept the night before,

“Fuck. I thought…the new…apartment… was closer,” she managed through gasps. She grabbed the water cooler’s reservoir, yanked it off, and chugged it like a beer keg before jamming it back onto the base. She’d gulped down two thirds of it, the remaining water sloshing widely from her treatment. She went to her desk, flopping over it from the visitor side.

The imps exchanged a glance and Millie walked up to their receptionist. “Uhhhh, Loona? Sugar? Everthin’ okay?” The Hellhound gave a thumbs up. “Well that’s good. Where’s Blitzø?”

Loona raised her head. “He’s taking a personal day.”

“Is that code for ‘drunk off his ass?’” Moxxie asked dryly.

“Drunk off his ass for personal reasons. I’m sure he’ll tell you all about it later.” Loona knew his tendencies to overshare and excessively pry into others' business. But she didn’t feel like explaining his shit. “Good news, we’ve got a client all lined up. I can send you to Earth, business as usual.”

“Wait, just Moxxie and me? We haven’t done a job without the boss before…” Millie was sure she could take on whatever the job was, but she wasn’t quite so sure about her coworker. Moxxie had been capable enough, but she didn’t know how he’d do without Blitzø around.

Loona heaved herself into her office chair and shrugged. “Either that or we default on the job. Besides, this one’s easy. Even Fatty there could do it solo. Probably.”

Moxxie weakly called out “I’m not fat!” as Loona continued. “You get to kill a whole group, which I know you like Millie.” She pulled out the relevant file. “Buncha humans died from salmonella poisoning and they want the people that packed the lettuce dead too.”

The imp took the file and flipped through it. It really did look like an easy job, despite the requested body count. “Awright, guess we gotta. Get your stuff Moxxie, we got work to do and jackasses to kill!”

Millie always had her favorite knife with her. She grabbed her new battleaxe, along with a sword and pistol. She preferred a more personal approach to murder, but she wasn’t a bad shot. And it was better to have the weapon than wish she’d brought it.

Moxxie had his arsenal of firearms and melee weapons as usual. Shotgun, sniper rifle, handguns in multiple colors and calibers, crossbow, hunting bow, blow darts, grenades, throwing knives, and a kukri were today’s rotation.

Loona made sure they each had a work cell to contact her when they finished. She smoothly opened the portal to Earth on their office wall and closed it quickly once the imps hopped through. “Ugh, finally. I can fix my makeup and get a goddamn coffee.”

The imp duo found themselves in a bucolic farmland, a sizable building in front of them. Moxxie squinted at the sign above the double doors. “McDrumpf’s Vegetable and Raw Meat Packing Emporium? Looks like we’re in the right place.”

“Remember Mox, we gotta get everyone in the building. Two dozen workers, three managers and the owner.” With that Millie broke into a bounding run to the side of the structure. Her sword made an excellent temporary climbing spike to reach a tiny window. Moxxie followed her up, retrieving the sword with his tail.

In the metal rafters, the imps had a vantage point over the entire operation. A variety of humans were at work, some blankly overseeing machinery, watching vegetables launch past. Others were chopping poultry without pause. Yet more made sure the produce was arranged correctly for packaging, then doing the same for a conveyor belt of chicken parts. The food emerged wrapped in plastic and got slapped with a sticker saying “McDrumpfs: Packed with ‘care.’”

Close to the front door was a room with frosted windows. The imps could vaguely see a wide figure walking around the room before it settled down to one corner. Presumably that was McDrumpf. The three managers were set apart by wearing dress shirts and ties; the rest had aprons and hairnets. Gloves seemed to be optional.

Moxxie scampered along the rafters to lock the front doors, while Millie made her way to block the emergency exits. One of the exits was blocked by a pallet of cling wrap rolls before she even got there. They regrouped on a small platform over the owner's office.

“Got a plan Millie? I figured I take out a few from here before we hop down. Maybe shoot the straps holding the pallets together near the front to block the doors?”

“Good for starters. I doubt this lot’ll put up much of a fight anyways.” In particular she noted one by the lettuce sorter who was nodding off while standing. Another putting stickers on was snoring as she did so. Millie readied her axe.

Sniper rifle steadied, Moxxie fired four shots in rapid succession. The first took out a manager, the second hit a butcher in the eye, the third went through the temple of a worker at a wrapping station, and the fourth grazed the rope tying the pallets. That was enough to break the fibers; the already unstable stack teetered and crashed into a pile of jagged planks and rusty nails.

The humans closest to his first three kills started screaming. Moxxie calmly reloaded and Millie leapt to the concrete floor. She grinned ferally at the nearest human and swung her axe to neatly decapitate him. She followed the battleaxe’s momentum to spin into another human, slicing him through the torso.

The other humans started panicking. “The fuck is that?! Jimbob is dead! Helga too! Crap the doors are blocked! Huuuuh, is it lunch yet-?” The last was cut off by Moxxie’s bullet. Millie was happily working her way up between two conveyor belts. A neatly sliced thigh appeared wrapped up on a styrofoam tray and a flung sticker landed on top.

Moxxie grabbed his shotgun and took out a group trying to open the only unblocked exit. The pile of three bodies made a nice bloody barricade. The machines continued to work even as the employees were falling. Moxxie saw a line of three beautifully cut salads garnished with eyes, ears, and fingers emerge from the belt of lettuce heads. Half a dozen human heads with hairnets still on followed, each packaged and ready to load into boxes.

Millie reached the butchers. Four of them armed themselves with cleavers and tried to corner her. Her eyes flicked between them. The gap in her teeth showed as she flung her axe at the farthest, slicing her vertically and lodging the weapon into a wall.

The other butchers were sprayed in blood, one half of the newly dead butcher landed on the shoulder of another. “Auuuugh! Oh god Sherry’s on me!” A third butcher shoved him. “Now’s our chance, get the devil!” He swung a cleaver down at Millie. The imp dodged, climbed up his arm, and wrapped her legs around his head. Her momentum dragged him to the ground where she got enough purchase to brace herself and snap his neck.

Barely pausing, the imp lunged at the next human, stabbing her knife between his ribs. Millie grabbed his meat cleaver as it dropped from the limp hand. With a smooth motion she threw it at the fourth butcher’s head as he tried to run. It neatly stuck into the skull, looking like a cheesy Halloween accessory as it bisected his head.

“Whew!” Millie went to retrieve her battleaxe and heard a gunshot followed by a gurgle behind her. Whirling with the axe, she saw another human body drop right next to her. Blood was spewing out of the mouth and she saw Moxxie lowering one of his pistols at the other end of the building. Two of the workers bodies laid next to him with neat holes in vital points, more of the male imp’s handiwork.

“What the fuck is going on out here?! I’ll dock everyone’s pay for-holy shit!” A man who was dressed way to nicely for the locale barged out of the office next to Moxxie, saw the carnage and hastily went back inside. Or tried to at least. Millie’s own pistol rang out. The bullet hit between the man’s eyes. Blood splattered on the frosted glass door as the man fell backwards.

Moxxie was in awe of the expertly sliced bodies Millie had left in her wake. Her shot that took out McDrumpf was better than anything he’d seen from his father’s goons. Could she be any more perfect? Well, yes, she could not be his coworker so he’d have a chance to ask her out.

“Nice shootin’ Mox.” Millie walked back to the other imp, counting the bodies as she went. “Oh! Ah, thanks! You’re not too bad a shot yourself Millie.” He also started counting; the job was for twenty-eight humans. If they ever wanted to be trusted on a mission without their boss again, they needed to kill all the targets.

But they both only counted twenty-seven. Moxxie handed Millie her knife back; he’d pulled it out of a chest as they did their deadcount. “Y’think someone stayed home? Pretty sure we got everyone in the building.”

“Oh crumbs, if one did, we’re going to have to find out which one! Then we’ll need to track them down and-” Moxxie’s stressed out rant stopped as they heard a door click open. Not any of the doors leading outside. It had been hidden behind a pile of flat packed cardboard boxes.

The imps ducked behind the stack and peeked over. A lanky male human, his death metal music audible through his earbuds, exited the men’s restroom. His head bobbed as he mouthed along. Coming around the pile, he saw the blood and viscera spread across the room. His jaw dropped and Moxxie hopped onto his head, slicing through the human’s neck with his kukri.

Moxxie jumped off the body. “Twenty-eight. All targets accounted for,” he stated with a satisfied air. Millie’s heart thumped at his quick dispatching of the last target. His pose and grin were so adorably gallant, she felt bats fluttering in her stomach. Never felt that with the shark toothed fuck face. Or any of the others, really. She really wished they weren’t coworkers and she could just ask the other imp out.

No point in wasting time on what couldn’t happen. “I think we’ve done some damn good work today. And we’ll get the rest of the day off, since the boss isn’t in.” Millie sent Loona a message while Moxxie made sure all their weapons were accounted for.

A freshly made up Loona opened the way home. The imps chatted about the kills as they went back to Hell. Neither noticed their tails swishing, barely touching each other’s and forming hearts as they walked home.

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A/N: Sorry for the delay, life has interfered. I hope everyone likes this little bit, poor M&M haven’t gotten much attention in the main story. We’ll be back to part 29 shortly!

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Writing Masterlist

[drhu0806]

7. "Follow me if you want to live"

Fandom - Pathfinder: Wrath of the Righteous (fanfic) Content warnings - none Pairing - Woljif x Knight Commander

BOOM.

A fiery explosion sends shrapnel flying and clears a path through a block of stacked debris. First to emerge from the burning embers is a purple tiefling who nimbly weaves around the flames, followed by four others who struggle to keep up. Behind them, a small legion of demons shuffle forward in their approach. The group of five wheel around a corner of the narrow, abandoned streets of Kenabras in a desperate attempt to escape.

“You just had to go and touch that summoning circle, didn’t you?” Lann yells.

“Hey, what, a guy can’t just accidentally slip on the cobblestone? You think I did that on purpose?” Woljif protests in response. The quickest out of the six, he’s quite a ways ahead of the rest of the group, and it’s all they can do to keep up. There are moments where they almost lose sight of him, only able to barely catch up when someone spots the end of his tail vanishing around a corner.

They reach a fork in their escape, one path leading down a dingy, clustered alleyway while another was more open and looked to lead to a part of the city less destroyed. Ollerus has to pause, trying to determine the best path forward as quickly as she can.

“Hey, Chief! Over here!”

From the shadowy path, Woljif sticks his head out, gesturing to the rest of them. “Come on, I know a quicker way out. We’re almost there!”

Behind her, Camellia scoffs. “Like how your other brilliant ideas turned out? I think at this point the smarter idea would be to do whatever is the opposite of what you suggest.”

The monstrous shrill of a demon’s cry resonates not too far off, and Woljif beckons even harder. “Come on, we don’t have time! You gotta follow me if you wanna live!”

Before they can come to a decision, a commotion is heard from the path they came, and creatures of the Abyss skulk forth, their expressions rageful and thirsty for blood.

Lann throws up his hands. “Come on, we gotta move!”

He runs down the more open path, followed by two others. But Ollerus remains, her eyes darting between their retreating figures and where Woljif hides. Before it’s too late, she darts toward him in the shadows of the small alleyway.

“Get us out of here!” she orders.

A moment of shock crosses his face at her decision before it passes, and without much thought he takes her hand and leads her deeper in. It’s a truly labyrinthian part of town; she quickly loses track of how many turns they’ve made, and her sense of direction is all but gone.

However, the angry shrieks of their pursuers gradually grow quieter and more distant, and Woljif eventually brings them to a stop once he feels it’s safe. As they catch their breath, he looks down and is startled at the sight of their entwined hands; he drops hers, looking away in embarrassment.

But he has to say it. “Gotta say, Chief, I’m a little surprised you chose to go after little ol’ me here.”

Calm, pink eyes regard him. Something about the way she looks at him has always thrown him off, not in a bad way, but in how direct her gaze is, without a hint of disdain. For some reason, it always feels as though Ollerus really looks at him, and he can’t decide whether he likes it or not.

“I figured you would be the one to know the best shortcuts,” she explains. “You haven’t led me astray yet.”

Something warm tickles in his chest, and Woljif puffs out his chest and straightens his back. “What I tell ya? I told you that you made the best decision to get me out of that cell. Nice to know our leader’s really got a great head on her shoulders!”

It admittedly felt nice for once, to have someone who just listened to him. Woljif wasn’t particularly surprised when the others chose the other path, but when he saw Ollerus choose him… He can’t quite explain what he felt between them in that moment, and while they were running this whole time.

Trust, he slowly realizes. Something almost completely unfamiliar to him, something he hasn’t felt in probably forever. Something incredibly valuable… and a little terrifying.

“Well, it’s nice that we don’t have demons wanting to literally bite our asses off but we should really find the others,” she says, looking at him expectantly. “So, my little guide, think you can get us back out there?”

“Please. You might as well be asking me to pick open a broom closet. Let’s go, Chief. For you, I’ll even let you see the scenic route!”

[trashyswitch]

Just Tell Her!

Mario gets back to the house, and Luigi starts teasing him about his crush on Peach and why Mario won't ask her out. It doesn't take long for the teasing to turn into tickles.

@theybibsxi insisted I upload this fanfic. So, I'm uploading the fanfic...using my old Chromebook from high school, because my laptop clunked out on me! >:0 How dare it commit such rudeness...

Anyway, I hope you enjoy.

Mario got home, closed the door, kicked off his shoes and hung up his hat. He walked to the boys’ bedroom and gently pushed Luigi’s shoulder as he walked by. “Hey Lu.” Mario greeted, flipping onto the bed. 

Luigi looked over at Mario with a smile. “Hey Mario. How was your date?” He asked casually.

Mario rolled his eyes. “Again, it wasn’t a date.” Mario reminded him. “But it was good.” 

Luigi chuckled. “What would you like me to call it?” Luigi asked. 

Mario shrugged his shoulders. “I don’t know.” Mario admitted, struggling to think. 

Luigi smirked. “Then it was a date.” Luigi replied proudly. 

Mario groaned. “It was NOT a date. We don’t…” Mario tried to think of how to word things. “We don’t…like each other that way.” Mario tried to tell him. 

Luigi pointed to the side. “Well, that’s not really true. You really like her.” Luigi added. 

“Yeah…I do…” Mario replied awkwardly.

Luigi stared at him, tittering. “And how do you know that?” He asked. 

“I…just…” Mario muttered. 

Luigi laughed. “Did you even ask her?” He asked next. 

“Well no, but…” Mario muttered. 

Luigi laughed and crossed his arms. “But nothing! The truth is, you haven’t even tried to ask her out.” Luigi said. 

“Luigi…It’s much more complicated than that.” Mario admitted. 

Luigi giggled and shook his head. “It’s really not.” Luigi teased. 

“It is! She’s a princess! She has her duties, and I have mine.” Mario explained. 

“And yet, she always tries to make time for you a couple times a week. She clearly likes you back.” Luigi told him. 

Mario rolled his eyes and shook his head. “I doubt it.” Mario muttered. 

Luigi smiled and scooted himself back towards the other side of the bed. “Well…at the very least, you gotta tell me what you like about her.” Luigi told him. 

Mario scoffed and rolled his eyes with a small smile. “And risk you blabbing Peach’s ear off about my secrets? Not happening, Luigi.” Mario replied. 

Luigi stuck out his lip like a lost puppy, and gave Mario the cutest little puppy eyes he could muster. “Pleeeeeeaaase?” He pleaded. 

Mario looked at Luigi, with slight annoyance, and slight cuteness at the same time. He let out a long sigh and looked down, giving into his brother’s childish pleads. “Fiiine.” He said. “But you speak a word of this to Peach, and I will throw you into the mushroom village and tell the toads to doggy pile you.” Mario warned. 

Luigi giggled as he sunk down into the bed a bit, before calming down. “Okay, okay.” Luigi replied. 

“So…Gosh, where do I even start?!” Mario asked with a laugh, blushing slightly. 

“How about…” Luigi cleared his throat. “What was the first thing you noticed about Peach when you first met her?” Luigi asked. 

Mario thought for a moment and looked down. “Well…The first thing she did was throw me to the ground.” Mario admitted. 

Luigi was taken aback. “I’m sorry, WHAHAT?!” Luigi bursted out laughing, slapping the bed. “Shehe did WHAT?!” 

Mario rolled his eyes. “I had reached out for help from Peach…and honestly, she reached out too…We touched hands for only a moment…” Mario said, recalling the feeling of relief he felt about seeing her. Then he chuckled and shook his head. “Only for her to throw me down onto the floor in one go…” Mario explained. 

Luigi cackled, clapping his hands in front of him. “Ohohokay! Fast forward to later on.” Luigi said. 

Mario smiled and started to remember the obstacle course. “Peach got me to do an obstacle course to ‘see what I’m made of’.” Mario told him. “And before giving me a chance to try, Peach made sure to show me how it’s done.” Mario told him. “And HOLY-” Mario held his forehead. “It was INSANE! She did flips, wall-jumps, summersaults-” Mario grabbed Luigi’s shoulder. “SHE LEAPT BETWEEN MOVING BULLET BILLS THAT FLEW BACKWARDS, AND THEN SPUN AROUND THE FLAGPOLE MULTIPLE TIMES BEFORE USING HER DRESS AS A PARACHUTE to soar back down!” Mario shouted, looking like he was going to burst. 

Luigi let out genuine giggles as he appreciated and admired the excitement on his brother’s face. 

“It was SO COOL! And…” Mario groaned. “I made myself look like a complete fool several times in front of her.” Mario admitted. “And the crazy part?” Mario lowered his arm down with a small smile. “She didn’t care about any of my embarrassing moments.” Mario told him. “She was humble…she didn’t even care that I didn’t fully pass the obstacle course.” Mario added. “She…was just really happy that I got as far as I did.” Mario said. 

Luigi smiled and listened. “Aww…” 

“Even if I got eaten by a metal piranha plant at the very end…” Mario muttered. 

Luigi wheezed and laughed at him. “Gohosh, that sounds painful.” Luigi reacted. “But also really funny.” He added. 

Mario smiled and looked at the floor. “And that was when my part of the adventure began.” Mario told him. “And we’ve only gotten closer ever since.” he added, blushing a little bit more. 

Luigi smirked. “Which is why it’s absolutely ludicrous that you’re refusing to ask her out.” Luigi teased, poking his side. 

Mario yelped and hugged himself with his arms, letting out a low growl. “Shut up.” Mario muttered. 

“Not until you tell her how you feel.” Luigi teased, poking his belly. 

Mario jumped again and shot Luigi a glare. “Stop poking me.” He warned. 

“Why?” Luigi teased next, poking his side. 

“Behecause it’s not helping!” Mario replied. 

“Is it nerves? Are you nervous about her reaction?” Luigi asked, placing his hand on the bed. 

“Well…Isn’t anyone in this situation?” Mario asked. 

“Well yeah…But whether you do it or not, is where it changes.” Luigi added. “You could choose to never know whether she likes you and remain friends with her…” Luigi looked at Mario with a smirk on his face as he began poking Mario’s left side and belly. “Or you can actually try to move past the anxiety and tell her how you feel.” Luigi declared. 

Mario yelped and jumped as a wobbly smile slowly filled his face. “Nohoho wahahay!” Mario protested. 

“Or…” Luigi moved himself onto his knees and started poking Mario’s side and belly with both fingers at a much faster pace. “I could tickle the nerves out of you and convince you to tell her how you actually feel.” Luigi offered. 

Mario yelped and tittered, struggling to bat at Luigi’s hands. “Noho! Luihihigi STAHAP!” Mario yelled. “Whahat gohood’s thahat gohonna do?!” Mario asked. 

Luigi giggled. “I’m glad you asked.” He picked up Mario and gently pushed him onto his back before tickling his belly and sides. “You see, nerves have this weird ability to alert the brain of discomfort in the stomach area when people are nervous or anxious.” Luigi told him. “It’s called ‘butterflies’, because people can best describe the strange feeling like ‘butterfly wings fluttering around in your tummy’.” Luigi explained. 

“Thahahat ihis NOHOT TRUHUHUE!” Mario argued. 

Luigi shrugged his shoulders. “Maybe not…but it also hasn’t been disproven yet.” Luigi added with a wink. 

Mario only continued to wiggle his arms around and laugh while his brother attacked his ticklish stomach, sides, and occasional ribs. 

“Anyway, there is only one way to get these silly butterfly feelings to go away. And that is to tickle the person in their belly. This helps distract the brain with new ticklish feelings rather than focusing on the unusual discomfort.” Luigi explained like a doctor, or a psychologist. 

“Quihihit mahaking stuhuhuhuff uhuhuhup!” Mario ordered. 

“Again, hasn’t really been disproven. All facts are considered true until proven false.” Luigi added. “Anyway…the discomfort from the anxiety soon begins to change into what I call ‘tickly euphoria’. The brain is too focused on processing the jumpy tickly feelings, thus making the discomfort slowly go away.” Luigi explained. “But never stop too soon…” Luigi warned, pausing his tickle attack.

Mario’s giggles and laughter lessened to breathless giggles as he laid there on the bed. “Because the butterflies will only come back to haunt the anxious victim once again.” Luigi explained. 

And…He was right. The butterfly feeling quickly filled his stomach once again. But…it wasn’t because of the nervousness about telling Peach…These stomach butterflies were from the embarrassment of being tickled by his brother. 

Luigi smirked. “Was I right? Are the butterflies coming back?” Luigi asked, booping Mario’s nose. 

Mario yelped and held his nose, before glaring at Luigi with a deepening blush on his face. “N-No…” Mario replied, not at all confident in his answer. 

“Then why is your belly all red?” Luigi asked, lifting up Mario’s shirt and poking his belly lightly. 

Mario yelped and shivered as the cool air filled his belly, causing goosebumps on his stomach…Followed by a squeak from Mario due to Luigi’s little poke. “B-Because you’re embarrassing me!” Mario reacted, grabbing Luigi’s wrists and holding them out so they couldn’t get any closer to Mario’s exposed belly.

“Funny…” Luigi started wiggling his fingers, making Mario’s blush darken. “Butterflies from ticklishness is not something I had considered in my years of studies.” Luigi teased. 

Mario growled. “STOP!” Mario yelled. 

“Well now, I have to try this out! Does tickling also cure the butterflies resulting from vulnerable, tickly embarrassment?” Luigi asked. 

Mario glared at him. “One more finger on my belly…” Mario warned. “And I will throw you to the bed and obliterate you with my fingers.” Mario threatened. 

“Ooohohooo! A threat?” Luigi teased. 

“Nope!” Mario smirked and brought his face closer to Luigi. “A big. Fat. Promise.” Mario spat back. 

Luigi nodded his head, showing some astonishment. “Okay…” Luigi replied. “Alright.” He said next. 

…And then Luigi took in a quick, large breath before bending over at lightning speed and unloading the STRONGEST raspberry he could muster, right onto Mario’s exposed belly. 

Mario gasped with shock and SCREAMED with newfound laughter! “AAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! NAHAHAHAHAHA LUIHIHIHIGIIIII!” Mario shouted as loud as he could. The poor man had to let go of Luigi’s wrists so he could attempt to push Luigi’s head off his belly. But the sudden raspberry had completely weakened him, rendering his muscles completely useless for self-defense. 

Luigi lifted his head up and looked at Mario with a shit-eating grin, before taking in a deep breath and unloading yet ANOTHER raspberry onto his poor brother. “PPPPBBBBFFFBFFFBBBBFBBFFBB!” Luigi let out. 

“AAAAHAHAHAAAAHAHAHAHA! FAHANCULO! FAHAHAHANCUHUHULOHOHO!” Mario shouted at him. 

Luigi lost control of himself, and accidentally tittered into Mario’s belly near the end of his raspberry breath. This put a puff of air against Mario’s belly, which made the man squeal and curl up, letting out a few squeaky giggles in the process. 

Luigi looked up at Mario, and quickly noticed this change in laughter. “What was that?” Luigi asked. 

“Ahare you dohohone?” Mario asked. 

“No, I’m not. What was that laugh?” Luigi asked. 

“Ihit was nothing.” Mario tried to tell him. 

“It was squeaky.” Luigi reacted. 

“Uhuhuhuhhh…So?” Mario asked, attempting to throw Luigi off. 

Luigi looked down at Mario’s belly before blowing a short breath onto Mario’s belly. Mario squealed yet again, and threw his head back as more squeaky, embarrassing high-pitched giggles left his mouth. Quickly growing embarrassed by such giggles, Mario attempted to cover his mouth. But this wouldn’t quiet the giggles completely…only muffle them a bit.  

Luigi looked up at Mario, before chuckling with surprise. “Air tickles you?!” Luigi reacted. 

“Nohohoho shuhuhut ihihihit!” Mario whined, pushing weakly against Luigi’s forehead with his left hand. 

“You’re telling me that you’re so ticklish, a single puff of air can tickle you?!” Luigi asked with shock. 

Mario resorted to covering his entire face with both his hands. This was so freaking embarrassing…Why did Luigi have to figure that out?! Whyyy?! He’s just gonna use it against him! He knew what his brother was capable of! He would eagerly use this information to his advantage. 

“Peach has GOTTA know about this.” Luigi reacted. 

Mario gasped and sat up quickly. “NO.” Mario warned. What the heck did he JUST SAY?! DID HE NOT CALL THIS!? HE 100% CALLED THIS! “We are NOT TELLING PEACH.” Mario ordered. 

Luigi backed up slightly and put his hands up in arrest. “Now, now, hold on…” Luigi said. “Hear me out.” 

Mario crossed his arms, momentarily giving Luigi the time to explain himself. 

“All I’m saying is…Maybe that fact will be a good conversation starter.” Luigi offered. 

Mario narrowed his eyes at Luigi. 

“Ya know…To…to help you get your thoughts out?” Luigi offered hesitantly. “Calm ya down?” Luigi added. 

Mario softened his expression. As stupid as the idea sounds…it also makes a slight bit of sense. “...” Mario stayed silent, as he looked at Luigi…before looking at the bed. “.........maybe…” Mario muttered. 

Luigi widened his eyes. “Wait, really?” Luigi asked. 

“I said MAYBE. MAYBE it’s an idea.” Mario clarified. 

Luigi nodded. “Yeah, yeah. Of course.” Luigi replied. He slowly lowered his hands back down, and twiddled his thumbs a slight bit. “So…does that mean…” 

Mario let out a huff and smiled a small bit. “Maybe…I can also work up the courage to tell Peach how I feel.” Mario. 

Luigi threw his fists in the air. “WOOHOO!” Luigi shouted. 

Mario pulled Luigi’s hand back down and covered his mouth. “Shhhh!” Mario muttered. “That’s not a definite answer.” Mario whispered at him. 

Luigi nodded his head and placed his hands down…only for him to raise up his right hand and point his index finger at him. “...So you’re saying there’s a chance?” Luigi asked. 

“There’s a chance, alright.” Mario replied. 

Luigi smiled and lowered his hand down. “Good.” He replied. 

Suddenly, a hand grabbed Luigi’s wrist and pulled him onto his back on the bed. It all went so fast, he couldn’t properly process what happened until after he landed on his back! And that was only right when Mario started poking and skittering his fingers on Luigi’s ribs and sides. “But there is an even BIGGER chance of you getting utterly wrecked by my vicious hands.” Mario warned with a smirk. 

Luigi squeaked and curled his toes as he bursted out in newfound, strong laughter. “NAHAHAhahahaha! MAHAHARIOHOHOHOHOOOO!” Luigi laughed helplessly. 

“Whaaaat? Not expecting revenge so soon?” Mario asked before spidering his fingers up the ribs to his armpits. 

“Nohoho! No! NOHO! NOHOHO!” Luigi yelled right before the spidery fingers started dancing in his open armpits. “GAHAHAHAHAHAHAA! YEEEEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEEE!” Luigi instinctively squeezed Mario’s fingers inside his armpits as he shouted with laughter. “NAHAHAT THEHERE! NAHAHAT THEHEHERRRE!” Luigi pleaded, shaking his head and chest left and right. 

“Kitchy kitchy koo! A kitchy kitchy kitchy koo! Such sensitive armpits you have, Luigi!” Mario reacted, quickly pulling his arms out of his armpits. “It would be a shame if I were to…” Mario held Luigi’s left arm out to the side with his right arm, while skittering all 5 of his fingers in the wide-open armpit. “-stop you from covering up your armpit!” Mario declared. 

Luigi howled with strong laughter as he tugged on his pinned arm. His arm wasn’t even pinned above his head! It was only being pinned at a 90 degree angle! And that was enough to drive the man absolutely insane! Specifically because he was sooo painstakingly close to covering up his armpit…but it just was not enough…

“Since we’re on the topic of crushes, I am BEGGING to know:” Mario stopped tickling and took a moment to boop Luigi’s nose. “Who do you have a crush on?” Mario asked. 

Luigi hugged himself with his arms as he breathlessly giggled. “Uhuhhh…D-Daisy.” Luigi admitted. 

“Thought so.” Mario replied. “And did you tell her?” Mario asked. 

Luigi nodded his head. “Yeah, I did.” he replied. 

Mario raised his eyebrows. “Oh wow! And how did she react?” Mario asked. 

She…” Luigi’s blush deepened as he recalled the memory. “She said ‘Is it still considered a crush if the person you love feels the same way?’.” Luigi told him. 

Mario laughed a bit at that. “So she likes you back?” Mario clarified. 

“Yeah. And we’re just taking things slow for now.” Luigi explained. 

Mario chuckled. “Does that mean you’re her girlfriend?” Mario asked next. 

Luigi smiled. “I think so.” 

Mario smiled and poked Luigi’s ribs. “Does she know how ticklish you are?” Mario asked next. 

Luigi yelped and held his ribs. “Mario!” Luigi whined. 

Mario laughed and squeezed his fingers on his brother’s side. “You didn’t answer my question.” he reminded him. 

Luigi squeaked and laughed, curling up and gently batting Mario’s hand away. “Shehehe dohohoes! Shehe dohohohoes! Nohow stohohohop!” Luigi giggled. 

“Good.” Mario replied as he stopped his fingers. “Cause you’re cute when you’re tickled.” Mario added, poking his shoulder. 

Luigi rolled his eyes and pulled Mario against his chest. “Right back at you, Mario.” Luigi teased as he skittered his fingers all over his belly. 

Mario squeaked and threw his head back, laughing his heart out. “LUIHIHIHIGIIIHIHI!” Mario yelled, cackling. 

Luigi looked up at the window, and smiled brightly when he saw what was standing at the window. He looked back down at Mario and placed Mario onto his back on the bed before blowing a raspberry onto his brother’s belly. Mario widened his eyes and cackled, closing his eyes and shaking his head as he weakly tapped his brother’s head. The man was absolutely losing his mind with laughter. And honestly…he didn’t really mind it. 

Luigi then got up off the bed and opened the window. “Hi Princess!” Luigi reacted. 

Wait, PRINCESS?! Mario shrieked and shoved his face into the bed. WHAT THE HELL WAS THE PRINCESS DOING HERE?! AAAAAAAAH! 

Peach giggled and waved. “Hi Luigi! Having fun?” She asked teasily. 

Luigi chuckled. “You bet!” Luigi replied. “You wanna help?” Luigi offered. 

Mario shot his head up rapidly with widened eyes. WAIT, WHAT?! 

“Sure!! If I’m allowed to, of course…” Peach teased with a wink. 

Luigi turned to look at Mario, who was glaring into his brother's soul. “Not. Another. Word.” Mario warned. 

Luigi smirked and kept looking at Mario as he replied to Peach. “Of course you’re allowed to tickle Mario!” Luigi replied. “I’ll even show you what tickle spots to go for!” Luigi offered. 

Peach laughed and started to run for the front door. “Be right there!” 

Luigi smiled and closed the window with a soft sigh. 

“TI UCCIDERO', LUIGI!” Mario shouted, pulling Luigi backwards by the arm and throwing Luigi onto his bed. 

“M-MARIO WAIT-”

Mario put Luigi’s arms above his head and held them there with one hand, before wiggling his fingers at Luigi. “You just made the biggest mistake of your- AAAEEEE!” Mario shouted suddenly, suddenly being picked up from behind by a pair of hands. 

“Goodness! Such anger in someone so small. I’m gonna need to fix that.” Peach declared as she started skittering her little nimble fingers on Mario’s somewhat chubby belly. 

Mario tittered and wiggled around, shaking his head as he struggled to keep his laughter in. 

Luigi rolled his eyes. “Just laugh, Mario. She’s heard your laughter before.” Luigi told him. 

“I’ve also seen how you react to raspberries.” Peach added right before she blew a raspberry onto Mario’s neck. 

Mario finally burst out cackling, kicking his feet in front of him as he laughed and squeaked at the tickly raspberries. “NAHAHAHAHA! NAHAHAT FAHAHAIR! NOHOHOT FAHAHAHAHAIR!” Mario shouted. 

Luigi giggled and pulled out his phone. “This I gotta record~!” Luigi teased. 

Peach giggled and kept going. “Just wait till the toads hear about this! The toads are gonna love it!” Peach teased. 

Mario was left to just cackle his heart out in his crush’s arms, dying of embarrassment in the process. The fact that he’s being tickled by his CRUSH OF ALL PEOPLE, IS SO EMBARRASSING! AND SHE’S AMAZING AT IT?!  H O W?! 

And this is how Mario dies…

From embarrassment…

[anxiouslyfred]

Bang-a-bonking

Summary: When Roman sees Remus in the imagination Remus claims to be doing something Roman doesn’t understand or believe to be innocent. It takes a while for Roman to learn just what bang-a-bonking means

Warnings: sex mentions

Author’s note: I got the phrase from ‘An Emotional Dictionary’ I haven’t spoken to anyone from Gloucestershire to confirm if this is a widely used phrase at all, if I take a day trip there I might see if I can find out

/\/\

It started with 'Working Through Intrusive Thoughts'. Roman hadn't been needed that day, not for Logan's plans, nor to intervene during the video with Remus's pranks and traps. Instead he took the time to make the imagination peaceful.

Honestly with everything going on among the sides and in Thomas's life, Roman and Thomas both would do better with somewhere peaceful to visit in daydreams. Also, if the entire place was made calm, idyllic and peaceful then it should last at least a few days before Remus managed to managed to make it chaotic again.

That was Roman's hope at least.

In reality, he didn't see any noticeable changes to the imagination for a fortnight afterwards. He was looking, or at least taking  a wander around the farms he'd formed daily and Roman wasn't seeing much at all, other than maybe a few animals having been added that he didn't remember creating.

Today Remus was there already, but not actually doing, well, anything that Roman could identify. He was just laying there on the bank of the river that wove around the city.

“What are you doing, Remus?” Roman asked, not argumentatively, but definitely cautious and prepared to hear that he needed to rescue the kingdom from something or other.

He wasn't prepared to hear the reply of “Bang-a-bonking.”

“Bang-a- whatting? You're making up words?” Roman's brow furrowed, and he looked around them a second time to see if there was anything in the world to explain what the other Creativity meant.

There was a cart with a few kids trotting past and some minstrels practising not far away, but nothing that seemed out of place with the kingdom Roman had made.

“Bang-a-bonking. And I'd like to return to it, Princling. Trot on.” Remus twisted a leer into his expression, waving a hand in dismissal toward the path Roman had been walking.

“That still doesn't tell me what you're doing. Is it meant to be some fucking act?”

“Nope, now carry on so I can keep bang-a-bonking while you go to find out what my phrase means.” This time Remus did exercise his powers over the imagination, but only so the path pushed Roman along it in an imitation of walking until he started to actually do so.

Roman called back over his shoulder, “You know I will do that!”

/\/\

Now for unusual turns of phrase in Thomas's mind, the people to turn to were usually either of the Creativities, or occasionally Picani if he'd manifested that day, but when Roman needed to understand what was being said, he needed someone who knew Remus better. That left him to decide between dark sides and frankly there was only one that he liked to talk to at the moment.

“Hello my Midnight Dreams, might I have your assistance for a mere moment of your afternoon?” He trilled through Virgil's door, knocking cheerfully while speaking.

There was a small groan before the door was opened and Virgil was staring back at him. “What safety checks do your daydreams need now, Princey?”

“Nothing at all. I'm hoping you know what on Earth Remus might mean when he claims to be bang-a-bonking.” Roman easily replied with a smile.

“Fucking. He's got so many phrases for fucking, it's gotta be something to do with that.” Virgil didn't blink before replying, but also didn't seem to recognise the phrase particularly well.

Roman shook his head regardless. “That can't be so, although it would have be mine own assumption should I have heard it without him in front of myself at the time.”

“Well, what was he doing then?” Virgil's frown had formed on his face already, and it wasn't clear if it was to do with Roman's questions, or just attempting to figure out Remus.

“Lounging around in the imagination, on the grass.” Roman decided not to go into any flowery descriptions for the sake of hopefully figuring out what he'd witnessed sooner.

Virgil huffed for a moment, “And he said he was bang-a-bonking? Assuming his morningstar was nowhere nearby, perhaps he'd put a vibrator in and that's what he meant.”

“You and I both know he wouldn't lie still and quiet if that was the case. Remus is a showman who would want the attention on what he's doing, especially if it's something explicit in public.” Roman scoffed now, already having dismissed the ideas of something explicit happening.

“Then you better hope Janus has heard the phrase bang-a-bonking before since Logan is terrible with slang especially the phrases you and Remus spontaneously create. Let's find him.” Virgil didn't wait for Roman's reaction before leaving his room and shutting it, pulling Roman along with him down to the common area.

Janus was reading in the living room, and from the noises it sounded like Patton was cooking something in the kitchen too. “So there's nothing suspicious at all in the two sides most against my presence seeking me out. If you're about to murder me, please remember that I've lived with Remus longer than either of you, if only by a few months.”

“Yeah, we know. We need a Remus translator and as untrustworthy as someone deciding to be called Deceit is, those extra months make you our best bet.” Virgil snarked back, rolling his eyes.

“And what do you need me to translate?” Janus remained focused on Virgil, barely glancing at Roman with his question.

Given a wave at him, Roman replied, “Bang-a-bonking.”

Janus let out a sigh, looking between them, “I assume you've already ruled out sexual depravity, and the bizarre phrases that come out of English towns that seem like they'd ben pronounced to sound like inappropriate actions?”

“He's not been going on about Worcestershire sauce again, has he?” Virgil groaned.

“Apparently he needs to know how Gloucestershire is actually pronounced, and how to make glow your sister something rude.” Janus explained easily, “He's got diagrams and dialect books in his room. Logan has been creating a number of slang cards after stealing the books from him in an attempt to avoid Thomas being haunted by any unknown phrases or metaphors appearing in his mind.”

Roman didn't pause, or both hurrying off to find Logan this time. He just threw an arm out, summoning Logan. “So what on earth does bang-a-bonking actually mean? I don't care if it's from Gloucestershire, I just want to know what the hell that Creativity is doing to my imagination!”

There was a moment of clear confusion as Logan frowned at the room, before registering the question was as directed at him as it was Janus and summoned his flash cards. “I assume this is one of Remus's new favourite phrases?”

“Yes!” Virgil and Roman exclaimed in unison.

“Well then, Bang-a-bonking means 'laying on a river-bank and watching the world go by'.” Logan stated, blinking at the groans he got in reply.

Virgil glared at Roman after a moment. “Was that literally what Remus was going?”

“Yes?” Roman exclaimed just confused now. “He's like the embodiment of chaos, how was I meant to expect that he's decided to be harmless today?”

Janus interrupted whatever exasperated remark was about to be snapped at Roman by laughing. “He is unpredictable you know, and generally honest.”

“Gah! Now I'm going to go bang-a-bonking to get over the confusion Remus caused by doing so!” Virgil flung his hands up, turning to storm into the imagination, Roman following out of habit.

Unfortunately no bang-a-bonking could now be done as the river had at some point in the afternoon started flowing with lava while smoke clouds filled the sky.

“I think Remus got bored.” Virgil's scowl drifted between the scene before them and Roman, before he disappeared back to his room.

[tsp-narrator-ask]

Alright wait wait let's see. Last we left off, Stanley had a panic attack/became overstimulated because of the fireworks, now we have Alexander and uh, the skip button.

There's gotta be a way to dissolve both issues, at least temporarily. Right?

“For the most part the issue has been dissolved. We went back to our usual scheduling of stanely running around ruining my story and hiding in a broom closet and being an absolute adorable idiot. It’s in the past. Regardless both issues have stuck with us and strained us a bit… we aren’t to sure where we lie now. Friends?,Enemy’s?…, well… things have just been strained and odd. But we will be making due with every thing.

“Stanley probably hated the narrator now. The constant pressing of the skip button was probably payback for the fireworks issue that happened before. Stanley most likely resents every thing the narrator has done now… the narrator has no chance with Stanley especially now.”

[no.]

“What? Of course you hate me. you’ve been distant and we haven’t addressed any thing about both issues since they happened Stanley! Of course you hate me-“

[I haven’t talked about it because I thought you needed some space while also doing our usual run throughs of the story. I thought you needed some semblance of things going back to normal while also giving you a break from dealing with all of the emotional issues I hoped we could both ease back into talking normally with each other and going back to how things are, but if you want to address what’s been going on then tell me that I can’t read your mind like you can read mine you know.]

“to be fair Stanley I stopped reading your mind a long time ago remember?”

[the point is I don’t hate you. Never did. I just wish you put a bit more effort into making sure I wouldn’t go through a sensory overload for our date… then again there’s not a lot of loud noises in the parable that would suggest I would have a sensory over load to the noises but you know I have sensory overload to to many colors at once just flashing colors.]

“Stanley to be completely honest with you, I didn’t know you had any sort of sensory over load- especially not to flashing colors!”

[why do you think I tried to avoid the zending?]

“Because you rather throw yourself off some stairs over and over again then sit peacefully in a room with me.”

[no Alexander no! It’s because the lights are always to much for me! And you where so caught up on the joy of being in that room and I would be so overwhelmed that I couldn’t stim I couldn’t distract my self I couldn’t properly focus on signing and even when I did try to sign you ignored it!]

“I… I had no idea… and what’s a “stim?”

[stimming is when you do a repetitive action to relax or calm yourself or in some cases people stim when there happy or upset… it’s hard to explain but for me it’s clicking on things, buttons specifically, the clicking keeps me calm and happy. That’s my stim. And some people have vocal stims like they make sounds or repeat sentences just because it sort of scratches there brain the right way. Now you… you seem to calm down in zending like areas and you like bright flashy colors it seems your happiest when you see those meanwhile they overwhelm me.]

“I think I’m starting to understand…”

[the point is I don’t hate you. I still like you, and we both know the skip button ending wasn’t “pay back” for what happened. The skip button was the only way to go forward. The only way out.]

“Well… the tables have turned haven’t they Stanley? I’m usually the one talking and talking and here you are taking the lead and explain how you feel and how things are… I enjoy this a bit, thank you for explaining how you feel it helps but now the question is what can we do to fix things…? I ruined our date- I mean the new ending with the fire works and all…”

[re-write it, your an amazing writer after all, what can you do instead of fireworks…? Some thing calmer and more tame? Some thing that can make us both happy?]

“Your right….! And there you go again being my muse thank you Stanley.”

“Stanley blushed and his his face upon being called the narrators “muse” he was beyond flattered and flustered.”

[oh stop calling me out. -///-]

“Well then, I’ll be working on writing a new ending for the “date” route. If any readers have suggestions please feel free to suggest them to me.”