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repeat after me
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bro that broke me. If you like HEARTBREAK than I highly recommend
Belle/Jack, M, 3.2k, Modern AU // Read on AO3
Belle has to share some bad news.
for @aadmelioraa and @ladybelledawkins
It’s a Tuesday when the call comes. Why is it always a Tuesday? Belle thinks every bad thing that’s ever happened to her has happened on a Tuesday, but maybe that’s just a reversal of cause and effect; maybe this one incredibly bad thing has echoed backwards throughout her entire life.
“We have the scans back,” Hetty says. She’s a consummate professional, but even Belle can hear the tremor in her voice. “Would you like to come in and discuss them?”
“Just tell me, Hetty. I know it’s bad.”
“Alright. Are you sitting down?”
“Oh,” says Belle. “That bad.” She remains standing: a small, silent protest.
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Hi! I’ve been looking for some good Clarisse fics, and was wondering if you end up writing one if you could @ me please!?
Glad you asked! I've currently got one in the works, and I'd be happy to tag you!
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*Slams hands on the table*
Where are all the Jack Dawkins fics?! I NEED them!
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oh no the crowds are ganging up on me
please do believe me when I say that I'm TRYING friends I'm writing like 17 thingies that my twisted little heart desires
Hey can you do a Clarisse la rue x fem reader smut ? Like you can do whatever with it bc Clarisse doesn’t get enough appreciation 🙏🏻
Oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooh
We love our angry badass warrior girl
Excellent idea I am loving it
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Would people hate me forever if I just turned around and wrote a new story completely unrelated to any of the other projects I promised I'd get done?
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Ok so it's completely fine if you don't want to but like a wholesome fluff of AFAB trans reader and Will iss our brother and he's comforting us from dysphoria? I feel like I can speak for most of us trans pjo fan kids when I say we need this. Thank you.
I'll add this to the list! I'm working on a bunch at a time at the moment and will definitely keep that one as a "to be written"
love you anon!
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nooooo where's the part 2 of cheater cheater??? 😭😭😭
im sorry friend, I PROMISE I have it in the works, but I am completely totally and utterly swamped by my foolish life at the moment and finishing it is really difficult.
It WILL GET POSTED I SWEAR 👍👍👍
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Give me a story where the hero fails
A story where the damsel dies, or the object of a quest is destroyed. A city that falls to pieces before their eyes.
Then devote the rest of the story to showing them break apart
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Hey can you do a Clarisse la rue x fem reader smut ? Like you can do whatever with it bc Clarisse doesn’t get enough appreciation 🙏🏻
Oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooh
We love our angry badass warrior girl
Excellent idea I am loving it
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YO
I'M SO HAPPY SO MANY OF YOU LIKE THE KEYS X READER FIC!!
I genuinely read some of the replies and reblogs and it gave me the feels, guys❤️❤️❤️
I love you all and I'm working on a part two right now
KISSES😘
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This is money cat. He only appears every 1,383,986,917,198,001 posts. If you repost this in 30 seconds he will bring u good wealth and fortune.
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Cheater, Cheater
Keys x reader! Based off an idea by @loliakeoghan23
Before the story of Free Guy begins, reports of a hacker stealing user codes pile up to the extent that Antwan enlists Keys to track the culprit down or risk losing his job
TW: Cursing, sexual themes, actual crime
The furious clacking of the keyboard’s tiles echoed around the room as Y/n’s eyes fixated on the screen, finger whirring as she fired repeatedly at the digital avatars.
The Harlequin-style character shot in accordance with each click, sending the surrounding players to the ground.
“You’re pretty good at this,” the chat crackled to life through her headphones as the player count dropped. Y/n rolled her eyes at the condescending tone and flicked down her mic. “I’m no expert,” she replied coquettishly in a sugary voice. “Just playing for fun.”
Clearly it was the right move, as the guy seemed to gain more confidence from her answer. “Your boyfriend help you rack up all those levels, babe? Pretty high score for someone who’s using it for rec.”
Jeez, that was predictable, Y/n smirked, used to the ‘smooth’ lines of Free City’s most frequent players. Judging by his skin and gamer tag, this dude was either some geeky teenager or a thirty-year old who was still dependant on his mother.
Pulling up a sidebar, she started implementing lines of code into the program, mining through the available data as her opponent kept obliviously blabbering on. “I’m just saying, there are hardly any gamer girls that get this far. And the ones who do are like, threes at best.”
Y/n grimaced, stalling long enough for the information to transfer before discreetly moving her character into the enemy’s line of fire, yet not enough so it looked purposeful.
The gun sound effect mixed with the guy’s triumphant exclamation brought her back to the game, where a heavily decorated YOU LOSE floated over the image of her opponent’s avatar dancing idiotically.
“Sorry, baby, tough luck,” he crowed, more focused on collecting the onscreen rewards to realise his entire financial information log had been compromised. “We could do this again sometime, I could give you some pointers?” he added hopefully.
“Thanks, but no,” Y/n sighed, double checking the info transfer before exiting the match. The game disappeared into it’s small window, revealing the clear numbers of every purchase ever made with his account.
Sliding her headphones down around her neck, she started scrolling down each date and timestamp until she got to the core signup information. Free City’s account creator was sketchy from the beginning, with little to no credit security, yet every player needed bank information to join. It was like they were ASKING to get hacked.
“You spend a surprising amount of money on video games for someone with no income, Mr...Brandon,” Y/n mused aloud as she copied each code down and encrypted them. “What would your mother say if she knew you linked her debit card onto your account as well?”
“I really hope you learn your lesson from this, honey” she tsked,
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“Keys, Keylime, K with a capital E, what is up, man?” Antwan called from behind his desk.
Keys hesitated awkwardly as the doors slid closed. “Um. Hi. I heard you wanted to talk about something?”
Antwan hopped up, his jacket swishing as he made his way around the table. “Well, I was just thinking about you, bro! I wanted to see how you were doing, ask how’s the wife, you know,” he shrugged.
“I’m not married?” Keys protested weakly as Antwan wrapped his arm around his shoulder. His boss nodded, clearly not interested.
“Right, right, that’s cool. So I had a little question I wanted to run by you, being the smart little nerd you are.”
He opened his mouth to respond, before Antwan kept on talking.
“I was talking to my dudes in Account Security, that boring stuff, yeah? And usually those meetings are a total snooze. But this week, they had some new stuff to blab about. You got any complaints about bank info being whisked away?”
Keys frowned. “Yeah, uh, we got like four this week. But I checked through the player data base and there’s no record of any breakthroughs.”
“Hmm. See, that’s the fun thing. I know that there’s a hacker, with a cute setup in a dingy basement somewhere, and they’re smart.”
Antwan tapped the side of his head. “But I, my geeky little man, am smarter. Which is why I’m assigning you to finding our fun little thief.”
“Wait, wait, wait,” Keys closed his eyes, trying to process what he was saying. “You want me to find a hacker, who could be literally anywhere in the world? Don’t you have a security team for this kinda thing?”
“Aw, bro, those guys are pathetic. Besides, you’re more than capable. Think of it like a mystery, Detective Hair Gel, assigned to you from the King himself.”
“You’re kidding.” Keys deadpanned.
Antwan smiled, pulling Keys along with him to the large windows at the back of the room. “Look out there, bro,” he said seriously, gesturing to the city beneath them. “There are people out there in danger, losing their hard earned money to this secret villain. Don’t you feel the urge to defend your fellow dudes?” he asked seriously.
He turned to stare at Keys, a momentous look on his face. “This mission, if you so choose to accept it, will make you a hero.” Suddenly his whole expression changed. “Besides, if you don’t, I’ll have you fired.”
“Antwan, what-”
“Nice talk, man,” Antwan said nonchalantly, shooing him out. “Good luck on catching the hacker!”
“-but I’m not-” Keys started, before the door slammed in his face. “-going to catch the-damn it.”
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Keys collapsed into his chair, sending it spinning in lazy circles around his cubicle.
Mouser looked up from his own desk, a scrutinising look on his face. “What happened in there, man? You left and came back looking like you haven’t slept in weeks.”
Keys groaned in response. Tilting his head back to the ceiling to avoid Mouser’s inquisitive gaze. “Antwan’s making me track down this prick who’s stealing user codes.”
“Oh, man, that’s awful.” Mouser chuckled.
“Tell me about it,” Keys griped. “My job is riding on tracking down some deadbeat loser.”
Mouser shook his head. “A genius deadbeat loser. I’ve gone through some of the user complaints, and there’s like, nothing there.”
Keys sat up. “So what, I can’t track this guy,” he put down a finger for each point. “We have no idea how he’s managing to get in the accounts,” Another finger. “And finally, my career is on the line if I can’t figure this out.”
He shrugged, exasperated. “I’m screwed.”
“Man, you can do this,” Mouser argued, leaning on the divider between the desks. “Use the MIT smarts.”
Keys glared at him.
“I’m serious! This dude is pretty good at taking advantage of idiots, right? So act like an idiot and pull a full whamo on him”
“So what, you want me to just parade around in hopes that this one specific hacker decides to hack me?”
Mouser shrugged. “Sure. Catch a fly with your web of smarts, I guess.”
“Thanks, man,” Keys sighed.
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Y/n hummed along to the music playing on her speakers, nodding her head to the beat as she swiped through the Free City menus.
“-and the haters’ gonna hate hate hate,” she sang along quietly, clicking on her avatar. The pixelated figure appeared on screen, along with the customisation menu. Scrolling down, she settled on a lower grade cutesy costume, and selected the Online Play option.
Y/n leaned forward in anticipation, fingers resting lightly on the keyboard. As the dial up appeared on the screen, she paused her music and lowered her headphones over her ears.
When the game finally kicked in, she immediately noticed the classic “I’m-an-angsty-teenage-boy” combo, and sighed in disappointment. Easy marks, with next to no security whatsoever. Sad.
She barely had to do anything, letting the appearance of her character do most of the work as the players shot and fired in accordance.
As she entered in the code, her phone rang, loudly blaring from beside her. “Shit!” she muttered, scrambling to shut it down, quickly entering the last line of numbers before quickly exiting the lobby.
Pressing the button on the screen, she exhaled, letting some of the tension roll off her. Putting the phone on silent, Y/n pulled her headphones back on and reentered the game.
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From across the city, Keys sat forward, startled by a security error in the mainframe. A small mistake, only a couple letters misspelled, gave him a pinpoint of someone entering through a backdoor.
“Bingo,” he grinned, typing in the error location.
His avatar appeared onscreen, in his default customisation, as he entered the lobby address into the game bar.
He inhaled deeply as the screen displayed the loading symbol, plugging in his earphones and focusing on the screen.
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mister-mk86 has joined the lobby
The words popped up at the top of the screen, momentarily distracting Y/n from the current menus in her inventory.
She scanned over the player bio, looking for any irregularities that could equal a bot or scammer. Coming up with nothing, she exited the profile and focused on the game.
new message from mistermk86
Y/n groaned. Predictable, really. The lobby had gone down to significantly less players, all newbies or bots at this point. She clicked on the message.
Hey
“Wow. How eloquent.” Y/n scoffed, pulling up her keyboard.
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Keys stared at his screen, watching the typing indicators in the message board.
rebelfan is typing...
Hi there
He smirked, quickly typing a response.
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mistermk86 private match?
She rolled her eyes, but clicked on the invitation.
The icon over her character appeared, showing the game type and weapons menu. Navigating it easily, she selected her defaults and began playing.
Part 2----> Coming soon
#keys x reader#free guy joe keery#free guy#joe keery free guy#joe keery x reader#free guy x reader#walter key#keys mckey#keys mckey x reader#x reader#fic#x reader fic
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Feeling like shit but I wanna write something from the Wednesday series. Probably Ajax since my dude does not get enough hype so expect that at some point
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Happy Birthday
[Five Hargreeves x Reader]
Summary : You wish Five a Happy Birthday.
Warning : None.
The Hargreeves manor is lively, as are the Hargreeves on October 1st.
The first birthday that they're not only celebrating together, but are actually enjoying together.
Smiling, your gaze trails over all the siblings, taking in the rare sight.
Luther, Sloane, Allison, and Raymond are currently dancing with their respective spouses in the center of the room, on the makeshift stage that everyone created together.
Diego is massaging Lila's feet as she sits on the sofa, pregnancy takes a lot of energy, and she's tired, but insisted on staying with everyone else, stating : "I'd like to enjoy my birthday in whatever peace I can before the little menace comes."
Klaus is over at the bar along with Five, both chatting and drinking.
A small yelp comes from behind you, you glance back in the kitchen, catching sight of Ben and Claire, enjoying the cake. Giggling, Claire smears a bit of the cake on Ben's face, making a game out of it.
Huh…
Eyes flicking between the cake and Five, mischief brews in your mind.
You walk inside the kitchen. Ben and Claire turn to you, the former raising a brow. "Don't mind me," you say. "I'm just here to get some ammunition."
Ben understands at once, grinning at you as he pushes the cake towards you without a word.
Collecting a small amount of cream from it, you flash them a smile, folding your hands behind your back. Turning around, you march straight towards Five.
He stops saying whatever he's saying to Klaus as he catches sight of you walking up to him.
"Ben's in the kitchen, Klaus," you tell him, gaze not breaking away from Five.
"Ah gotcha!" Klaus replies, taking that as his cue to leave. "Don't do anything I wouldn't do," he advises before going off.
You stamp down the blush that threatens to appear on your face. Stepping closer to Five. "Enjoying yourself?"
"Well, I've got drinks to numb down the stupidity, so, I'd say it's tolerable enough." He turns in your direction, pinning you down with his eyes.
Instead of saying anything, you lean over and plant a soft kiss on his cheek, rendering him dumbstruck for a few moments.
Using his moment of surprise, you smear cake cream over his cheek in a quick movement.
His hand goes up to touch his cheek, gaze flickering over it as it comes away stained with cream.
A pause.
Five blinks. Once. Twice.
Eyes fixing on you.
"Run."
And you do.
Laughing, you run all around the manor as Five chases after you without using his powers, dodging him, you take the stairs to the rooftop.
There's another door you can take—
His hands grab you by your waist, mouth hovering by your ear, he whispers playfully, "Caught you."
He spins you around, the sound of light chuckles fills the empty roof. Stopping and letting his cream stained cheek graze yours.
Your laughter dwindles, both staying in the same position. His hands on your waist turning from a grip to an almost hug from the back, you let your head fall on his shoulder.
Eyes falling shut as you both enjoy being with each other.
Your gaze flutters open to find him looking down at you with a fond expression. He nuzzles his nose in your cheek. "I adore you."
Smiling up at him in response, you tilt your face up, kissing next to the corner of his lips.
"Happy Birthday, Five."
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A/N :
Happy Birthday to our favourite dysfunctional family!
Hope you guys enjoyed this.
Thankyou! ❤
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