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These Hopeless, Helpless, Miraculous-Wielding Romantics Chapter 4

Miraculous Ladybug | 2018 | 3,062 | Ao3 | Masterlist | Prev | Next

Chloe watched across the courtyard as Alya and Marinette talked, Nino and Adrien beside them. This would be the hard part. If she wanted to take Sabrina out for a spa session, and then treat her to a movie or something this evening, she needed to be off patrol duty.

Which meant getting permission from Marinette and making sure someone could cover for her. Oh the woes of being a superhero!

Yesterday had gone really well, and while Chloe wanted to tell Rena Rouge thank you, she needed to thank Sabrina too.

Sabrina had seemed to really like that Onidine girl of Kim’s, so maybe they could go to swim meet or something? Onidine had definitely been nice when Chloe had met her, despite Chloe being her boyfriend’s ex crush.

Chloe’s plans were normally so nicely laid out! The again, most of those were just Chloe telling Sabrina what she wanted to get done, and Sabrina mapping it out. Utterly Ridiculous!

But, no matter what she did, she needed to get the night off. And that started with stealing Marinette for however long it would take to convince her.

Chloe started towards them, not having to say anything to anyone since Sabrina was running slightly late. Chloe didn’t like being without Sabrina, but as Marinette said, ‘Everyone has, or should have, their own personal activities and matters to attend to, and letting them do those shows that their priorities are valued.’

“Hey guys, mind if I steal Polka-dots for a minute?”

No one answered, possibly surprised by her sudden appearance. Chloe wasn’t usually quiet when she moved. Usually, she made her presence know for a good twenty to fifty feet. Chloe decided to take advantage of no one saying ‘No,’ and grabbed Marinette’s arm, pulling her to the locker room.

“Is everything alright Chloe?” Marinette asked, once the door was closed.

“Yes! Why would you think it isn’t? That would be ludicrous!” Chloe stopped when she realized what she’d said. “Sorry. Actually I need a favor.”

“What’s the favor?” Marinette asked slowly. Chloe wasn’t sure if she was apprehensive from not wanting to set Chloe off again, or because she was worried about what the favor would be.

“Can you cover for me tonight?”

“Like, cover Patrol cover?”

“Yeah.”

“I think so. Actually, that’d be awesome! It’s been a while since I’ve seen Chat without someone trying to kill us.”

Chloe raised an eyebrow. “You don’t hang out outside of the suits?”

“You know who I am, he doesn’t,” Marinette explained, doing something between a flinch and a shrug.

“I thought Tails was the only one who didn’t!”

“Uh, nope,” she smiled guiltily. Chloe shook her head at her teammate. Superhero business was so confusing!

“Okay then. Can you take my shift tonight or not?”

“Yeah!”

“Thank you Polka-dots!” Chloe smiled at her and started to leave.

“Don’t forget Pollen!” Marinette called after her. Chloe stopped and turned back to see Marinette’s red and black Kwami -Tikki, wasn’t it?- parting ways with her own yellow and black Kwami as they both retreated back to their holders.

Tikki should have been a dead giveaway when Chloe met Pollen, but she hadn’t thought about the fact that she’d seen another Kwami before. Or that clumsy, klutzy, pathetic Marinette could be a hero.

“Thanks for the reminder. And, Dots?”

` “Hm?”

“Don’t pull a crazy plan to talk to Ears tonight, okay?”

“Hey!”

Chloe closed the door on Marinette’s embarrassed yell. It was highly doubtful that she had gotten over Adrien, not with how hopeless she could be, but Chloe had made up with Alya, so teasing might be allowed, right?

“Ears?” Chloe promptly walked into the speaker. Adrien was looking at her, an eyebrow raised.

“No one important Adrikins,” She said smoothly. Actually, Chat Noir was important, but Adrien didn’t need to know that Marinette was close enough to him to be more than an avid fan.

“You and Marinette have code names for people too? I so need in on this!” Alya smirked at her, a confused Nino hovering at her shoulder.

“Ask Marinette about it first, Tigerlily.”

Alya’s mouth fell open in mock hurt, and she slammed a hand to her chest. “Moi?” Chloe couldn’t help a smile at that. One day after apologizing, and Alya was teasing her back, playfully!

“Is someone going to explain this?” Nino asked, looking between his friends.

“You wouldn’t understand,” Alya spoke with Chloe, and Chloe’s smile widened.

“I’ve got to go guys, but thank you!” Sabrina should be here soon, and Chloe wanted to be waiting to ask if she wanted to do anything tonight.

*****

“Hey guys, mind if I steal Polka-dots for a minute?”

Alya blinked in surprise as Chloe grabbed Marinette’s arm and dragged her over to the locker room. What? Why? Had something come up with Chloe’s Kwami? Had someone else found out? Yesterday had actually gone without an Akuma until seven at night, and Ladybug, Chat Noir, and Rena Rouge had taken care of it easily enough. So why?

She felt Trixx make his way up her neck and settle just out of sight on her ear. “Should we check it out?”

“Probably not, spying-”

“What was that about?” Nino interrupted her whispers to Trixx, looking at the door the two girls had just gone through.

“That was pretty sudden. Should we listen in?” Adrien offered, looking at the same place.

“No,” Alya said, putting as much force into her voice as possible.

“Why not?” Adrien asked, now looking at her.

“Uh- Because- Marinette would- tell me if- uh- Chloe did something- to be worried about. Yeah. Because we’re so close, and if Chloe does go back to bullying her, I can make her sorry?” Why was Alya so bad at lying?

Adrien nodded slowly, and turned back to the door. “Right. I’m going to go check on them.”

Alya winced and followed him. Maybe she could come up with an excuse if Chloe and Marinette were talking about hero matters. Hopefully.

Adrien stopped at the door and put a finger to his lips. When had he gotten so sneaky?

“I thought Tails was the only one who didn’t!” Chloe’s yell had been filtered down to just over a whisper and Alya froze. Tails. As in, Fox tail necklace? Her?

Whatever was said next was incomprehensible due to the thick door, until Marinette said “Yeah!” in what seemed to be her excited voice. Her plan-in-motion voice, if you will. Oh boy.

“Thank you Polka-dots!” Chloe’s voice was clearer, obviously a volume increase from elation. What had Marinette agreed to?

“Don’t forget Pollen!” Alya did not jerk in surprise at that. Not at all. Nope. Besides, she could just play that off as a new makeup brand, right? She totally wouldn’t have to say anything about Kwami that Queen B had told her about personally. Nope.

“Don’t pull a crazy plan to talk to Ears tonight, okay?” Chloe was getting closer to the door. Alya started to back up, but Adrien stood his ground.

“Adrien come on!”

“Hey!” Marinette’s shout was a lot more clear when Chloe opened the door, smirking to herself.

“Ears?” Adrien asked. Chloe didn’t seem to realize how close he was, and ended up walking right into him.

“No one important Adrikins,” She said smoothly. Alya had a feeling whoever it was was important, but she was Chloe’s newest co-conspirator, even if the blonde didn't know it, so she put on a smirk and started a distraction.

“You and Marinette have code names for people too? I so need in on this!”

“Ask Marinette about it first, Tigerlily,” Chloe smirked back, playing along perfectly. Also, when did she learn about operation flower-garden?

Alya’s mouth fell open in mock hurt, and she slammed a hand to her chest. “Moi?”

Chloe smiled at that, and for once the sight of her smile didn’t make Alya sick.

“Is someone going to explain this?” Nino asked from behind her. Had he been there the whole time?

“You wouldn’t understand,” Chloe joined Alya in the statement, just like Queenie did when they had to come up with a plan of their own while Ladybug and Chat Noir were stuck somewhere else.

“I’ve got to go guys, but thank you!” Chloe waved, her smile wider and more sincere then Alya had ever seen.

“That wasn’t suspicious at all Dudette,” Nino said, his voice clearly saying he was expecting answers later.

“What wasn’t?” Marinette asked innocently, coming out of the locker room herself.

“Chloe and Alya getting along.”

“Aw come on bro! It just means that yesterday worked it’s magic,” Adrien defended, suddenly back to his usual sunshine boy self.

“Yeah. Anyways, we should get to class,” Marinette smiled, pointing towards the stairs. Alya noted that, just like earlier that morning, she didn’t stutter at all. She hadn’t all day.

They settled into the classroom, and Alya dug out her phone. She wanted to interrogate Marinette now, but doing it aloud was dangerous.

Alya:

What was that about?

Marinette:

I don’t know what you’re talking about.

Alya:

Chloe needed you?

Marinette:

Confidential, sorry.

Alya:

Was it a Queenie matter?

Marinette: How much do you know?!

Alya:

A lot. Spill it girl.

Sabrina and Chloe walked in and took their seats, talking about spas and tech conferences. Alya watched them, pointed to Chloe, and then pointed at her own hair. Marinette raised an eyebrow in response, so Alya went on to hold up a hand and point at a pretend ring, then point at her ears as if indicating earrings, then tapped her collarbone as though showing off a broach, and tapped where her own Miraculous was actually sitting last. Marinette sighed and looked back down at her phone, starting to type rapidly.

Marinette:

She needs the night off for something.

Alya:

Like, won’t be patrolling with me off?

Marinette:

Yes.

Alya:

So you and I are going?

Marinette:

Actually

Marinette:

I was kinda hoping to ask Chat if he and I could, for old times sake?

Alya:

Okay. It’ll be good to have a night off. But if he’s busy, call me.

Marinette looked up and smiled appreciatively at Alya, and Alya smiled back, before offering a hug. Marinette obliged, whispering a thank you into her ear.

Maybe operation LadyNoir had derailed a little, no a lot, but she still was going to support her friend, even if she claimed to only see Chat as a friend. So far.

Adrien followed the girls to their classroom, trying not to worry too much. It wasn’t that bad. Chloe had just dragged Marinette off so they could talk alone, leaving him, Nino and Alya frozen as though she had used Sting. Then he had heard Marinette deny something, to which Chloe said she though Tails was the only one who didn’t, then Marinette agreed to take over Chloe’s shift somewhere tonight, and the only thing Chloe should have tonight is Patrol with Rena, and then he heard Marinette talk about Chloe’s Kwami, and then Chloe tell Marinette to not ‘pull a crazy plan to talk to Ears tonight,’.

Ears was Queen B’s nickname for Chat Noir. Tails was her nickname for Rena. Marinette should not know any of this.

And when he had tried to ask Chloe about it, -even if he wasn’t expecting straight answers- he was brushed off, and Alya changed the subject.

Alya had even brushed off Nino, and Adrien had been sure Alya told Nino everything. What was he missing?

When he glanced back at Alya and Marinette, Alya didn’t look at him, instead pointing to Chloe and then her own head. Adrien was confused, until Alya went on to mime the other four Miraculous in use. Did Alya know too?

Marinette sighed and started typing something on her phone. Alya’s dinged a second later and she typed back, They did this for another few seconds, as though what they were discussing couldn’t be mentioned aloud. then hugged and started acting normal.

Needless to say, by the time Mlle. Bustier entered to start the lesson, Adrien’s nerves were strung tighter than a garrote.

Ladybug needed to be informed of this.

*****

Adrien went straight to his room after school was out and Nathalie dismissed him for a little while, and transformed as soon as the door was shut.

“Plagg, Claws out!”

The familiar magic covering his body was comforting, if only slightly. This was still so worrying! People knew! His friends could be in danger!

Chat Noir jumped out his window and went to a nearby rooftop to call Ladybug. She needed to know about the security breach. And now.

Surprisingly though, his baton started ringing the moment he pulled it out. Ladybug’s identifier was flashing on the screen.

Adrien felt a rush of relief flow through him, they could talk without having to set up a meeting or anything like that.

“Hey Bugaboo!”

“Hi Chat!” She smiled at the screen. “So I know it’s a bit sudden, but Queen B contacted me earlier to ask for the night off, Civilian stuff, and I was wondering if you wanted to patrol tonight, just the two of us, for old times sake?”

Chat froze. ‘Queen B contacted me earlier,’

He was officially a blind idiot.

“Chat?”

“Sorry M’lady! I’d love to do that tonight. Usual time?” Adrien needed to play cool. Really cool. He just needed to find out why Alya and Chloe knew and he hadn’t, before jumping to a conclusion.

“That would be perfect, thank you!” She clicked offline, and Adrien tried not to collapse. How was he so blind?

And then he remembered what he had just agreed too. An hours worth of running around with the love of his life, who just happened to also be the girl who couldn’t string a sentence together in front of normal him.

This cat was going to be in the doghouse soon for sure. Crap.

*******

Marinette landed on her bed, having detransformed as she passed through her skylight.

Step one was complete!

And since she was trying to take Chloe’s advice -She didn’t know why either, but life is full of surprises- todays plan only had three steps. It was not crazy. Step one was ask Chat to join her, and since he loved spending time with her, that one went on without a hitch. Step two was actually do patrol, and step three was to afterwards take fifteen minutes or so to just talk to Chat.

It was actually simple!

Although that might be for lack of co-conspirators.

“Good job Marinette!” Tikki said, munching on a cookie while Marinette dug out a notebook and crossed out the line that said ‘Ask.’

“Thanks! Now all I have to do is survive Patrol without making a total dorkasaurus of myself,” Marinette wasn’t super confident about that part, but she always did better with Tikki.

“And you’ve done that so many times, it’ll be easy!”

“Yep!”

“And what are you doing until then?” Tikki probed, just in case.

“Homework, and maybe design something, barring Akuma,” Marinette answered promptly. She had this all figured out.

*******

“Can’t catch me!” Ladybug teased, swinging past the Arc de Triomphe and landing on a nearby rooftop.

“Watch me LB!” He shouted back, pouncing to the side of her. Ladybug laughed and rolled her eyes, flinging out her yo-yo again.

“You haven’t yet!”

They were bantering in the twilight like nothing was wrong, but Ladybug could sense something off. Chat was, well, she wasn’t sure what, it wasn’t normal.

She gave a couple more swings before stopping completely. She needed to figure out what was wrong.

“What’s wrong M’lady? Tired already?” Chat landed beside her, his usual carefree smile in place. Or, almost.

“What’s bothering you?” She asked, trying to ignore the irrational panicked thoughts that started swirling when she stopped moving. Was that too straightforward? Should she have beat around the bush? But she never beat around the bush, so he’d think she was insincere or something if she did. Right?

“I don’t know what you mean!” Chat’s voice was higher than usual, and did nothing to persuade Ladybug.

She sighed and sat down, patting the rooftop beside her. “You don’t have to lie to me. If it’s not something you can talk about, that’s fine, just say so.”

Chat joined her, more tense now that they weren’t running. “It’s not that, I just- I don’t know how to talk about it.”

Ladybug pursed her lips, trying to think. How could she help? “Do you want to play another game?”

“What?”

She nudged him with her shoulder, trying to be reassuring. “Like what we did a few nights ago, but different. Instead of telling each other what we like about them, why not tell each other something most people don’t know about us?”

“Sure,” Chat shrugged. “Do you want to go first, show me how it’s done?”

“Alright,” Ladybug nudged him again. “I’m a kleptomaniac.”

“A what now?” Chat asked, turning to her.

“Kleptomaniac. It means I’m an impulsive stealer,” Ladybug shrugged, not sure what else to say.

“Oh. I didn’t know that was a thing.”

“I don’t think many do,” Ladybug reassured him. “That’s why it’s such a rare known fact about me. Why tell people you’re something when they don’t even know what that something is?”

“I guess you’re right.”

“Okay, what’s yours?”

Chat paused, as though trying to think.

“I’m lonely,” he said at last. “It doesn’t make sense, but I am. And not just the my friend’s are busy so I’m alone kind. Just, sudden loneliness at odd moments.”

“Chat,” Ladybug didn’t hesitate to hug him. She’d almost never touched Adrien, but with Chat? They were always touching. Helping each other get somewhere, protecting each other, supporting each other. His arms wrapped around her too, pulling her closer.

“You can call us whenever.”

“How?” Chat laughed mirthlessly into her hair. “Our weapons only work when someone’s transformed.”

“We’ll figure something out,” she assured him. She really would. Somehow.

Rena Rouge watched, once again through her flute, as her best friend pulled Chat Noir into a hug. Maybe it wasn’t romantic, but Marinette loved that crazy cat. And he loved her right back. Or at least the spotted her. And it was probably the flowers and polka-dots side that was putting up a fight.

#Hiatus era fic #jaymeow writes #chloe bourgeois #marinette dupain cheng #marinette dupain-cheng #adrien agreste #ladynoir july 2018 #alya cesaire #ew romance #crossposting spam #THHMR

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sleepdepravity · 1 year

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A while back I learned about a game that an article said it inspired 999 or was similar to 999 or something like that, named Kamaitachi no Yoru, which was translated to “Banshee’s Last Cry” and released for mobile. And I was like, “cool! I want to try that!” and then found out that it wasn’t possible to play it anymore because it was too old for iOS to let me download it or whatever. So i was sad for a bit and then just moved on.

But then suddenly I was compelled to actually look for a way to play it online and I found it. Anyways, here are some thoughts;

1. I really wish the revamp of the game stayed maybe closer to the original sound novel style instead of remaking it into the contemporary visual novel style. Like, yeah, I’m sure they added some quality of life features that weren’t there back in 1994, but I also feel awkward staring at anime girls and also anime old men. And the silouhettes seem cool.

2. A few things strike me as possibilities for the first murder (Tanaka). First of all, it’s possible that the victim they saw earlier at dinner was not the victim. The characters rightly point out that Tanaka could have been killed earlier than they thought, they just didn’t go the whole way. That he could have been killed earlier, and then the killer impersonated him during dinner and climbed out the window. That potentially accounts for the thudding sound that the protag heard at some point after.

If this is the case (and assuming that this is truly a mystery with no hidden actor) then that would cast something on Mikitoba (or whatever his name is) and the couple that was late. The main reason to do impersonations of victims is to confuse the time of death and give yourself an alibi, and this trick would work best when someone wants the alibi of “I wasn’t even here yet!” If Tanaka is indeed the bank robber, that would also account for the height disparity—the person impersonating him would be a different height, obviously. This also potentially explains why Tanaka was dismembered, as if he was left intact, then it would become clear that the heights didn’t match. However, Mikitoba had a beard, and if I remember right, Tanaka didn’t (I sort of sped through this first round). So unless Mikitoba has a fake beard then it wasn’t likely to be him. Of the couple who arrived late, the husband doesn’t have the right body type and the wife, I don’t think she matches the 5’9” height that the owner cites. (Or many the 5’9” is indeed Tanaka’s actual height and the impersonator’s height is something other than that?)

Anyways I don’t really have thoughts about how the window broke or anything, because I don’t care about that right now.

3. The ending I got for this first run was getting killed by the ski pole (Mari). (By the way there are FORTY-FIVE ENDINGS????? YOU KIDDING ME????) I don’t know how varied the deaths are, if there’s different order of deaths and such depending on what choices you make, but anyways, it strikes me that most of these deaths are probably due to fear or anger as suspicion slowly wears on all these guys. If Mikitoba was Tanaka’s killer, then he honestly might have died naturally from the hit to his head rather than any active murder. I honestly feel like it’s possible he was hit in the head by like. Accidentally knocking into something. Given how low visibility was. Which I guess would be anticlimactic and probably not right, but hey.

The couple that owns the inn likely died because they had the key to the cellar, which is where that husband guy was being held in after being accused as a murderer. Then whoever had the key would go down and kill that guy too. The game really sort of hints heavily as Toshio being that culprit, and then throws a curveball by having him also wind up dead. But if he escaped out the back door to avoid other people, then that would end up explaining why his body shows up at the front door, looking like he was trying to break in. That would mean he died of exposure as he rang the doorbell like an idiot.

Aki and Haruka (or whatever her name was) were killed and their bodies lay next to each other in bed. It wasn’t likely they were killed in their sleep, and instead I guess the killer put them on the bed???? The only real person who had opportunity was Mari for that one, kinda. Which also meant she could have killed the wife as well, who caught her as she was doing the kill and thus had to die too. Though it does make her reaction to the protag killing that other girl sort of weird but then again sometimes things are just weird.

No idea who killed that employee though. I have no thoughts on that.

Anyways I can’t wait to see how wrong I am.

#malky plays games #kamaitachi no yoru

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thecupcakewritesmorethings · 2 years

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Meet the Ossifers

Jesse Cromeans/Chromeskull x Reader

Plot: Jesse, currently acting as Richard Ossifer, returns to his fake spouse and their son on Halloween afternoon after a successful surgery. He proceeds to get a wholesome surprise.

Contrary to what one might expect, Jesse quite enjoys the concept of Halloween. Okay, sure. He wasn’t the biggest fan of the adult costumes unless he was actively hunting... And YES, a thousand roving little packs of children being lead around by their parents or older siblings could get annoying...

However, the safety and sanctity to be anything, or anyone HE wanted to be was a delight in of itself. More often than not, however, he choses to remain the one thing he doesn’t need a costume for; himself.

The sentiment may have been a little gaudy, but it rung VERY true for Jesse... Or “Richard Ossifer,” to his new neighbors. When else was the normally bandaged, mute man, going to enjoy the comfort of wearing his mask and suit out in public without it activating some fight-or-flight instinct in the general populace?...

... And in a way, he was happy he chose today to schedule his dental surgery.

Spann had driven him too and from his appointment. As much as it killed his machismo to not sit in the driver’s seat; he had to be careful. So the backseat, reclined as far as he could go would have to do. From behind the confines of his ace bandages he could feel his cheeks swelling to an otherwise alarming degree.

He tried not to think about how fucked up he’d look.

Instead, he focused on the world passing by outside. He surveyed the decorations in the shop windows, watching all the pumpkins and the sugar skulls and streamers. It wasn’t dark yet, but on occasion he’d pass by someone in their costume about to go out for candy.

Jesse should have reminded you to pick up candy... The good kind, too. Not the fun-sized stuff... Oh well. Maybe he’d be able to convince you to go get the goods after he arrived. They weren’t that far away from the house...

Wait. Anesthetic make braincells go brrr- he has a PHONE. In a few seconds he is patting himself down, earning a quick glance from Spann as he withdraws his phone.

“Is something wrong, sir?”

He shakes his head and sends you the message. Spann, he guessed, was more than capable of walking into a Target or Walmart to get candy- but he needed to be home. He’d not bother her with it.

It’s Halloween. Do we have good candy?

It takes a few moments for you to respond. When you do, Jesse feels slightly baffled.

Yeah. Cole and I went out and got costumes last week, don’t you remember?

No. He didn’t. Did Spann go with you? He wracked his brain trying to recall you requesting--.... Oh. That’s right. You had asked him for a few hundred the week prior for something. You had told him- but by now your fake relationship as his happy little house-spouse had become iron clad. He never batted an eye when you asked for some pocket change.

What candy did you guys get?

A variety pack.

It’s a bunch of fun-sized stuff isn’t it?

You haven’t met Cole high on sugar. Trust me. You want fun-sized.

Oh. Now Jesse had to jump to your son’s honor. It had been a happy little coincidence that you had a young son when Spann had scoped you out. You had been... Struggling, to put it mildly, when Spann found you. It had been a risk when Jesse suggested that acting the part of his romantic partner would help keep you and your child afloat. Thankfully, you listened.

Well. You haven’t met Richard short on sugar.

Didn’t you just get out of surgery?

I recover well.

Cole was only six, but by god. Cole was impossibly ideal for a child. Sweet, respectful for a child his age, thought “Richie” was the coolest thing since sliced bread. Jesse had been hesitant, initially when he discovered you had a child. His plan would have gone to shit if Cole didn’t like him, and even if Cole HAD he wasn’t... Sure how he’d feel around kids since his Ex’s death.

Note to self: hide candy. From you.

Traitor.

Jesse returns his gaze to the road and watches for a moment as he lets any unease in his stomach uncoil. He’s the type to get motion sick if he’s looking down in a car, and the cocktail of pain meds and worn off anesthesia is making it worse.

After a few seconds he lifts his phone again.

What costumes did you get?

You do not respond immediately and it... Well, this is the ONE thing that annoys Jesse sometimes. Half of the time this is the only way he can talk to you, and though he knows you aren’t ignoring him on purpose: it’s hard to not feel that way sometimes.

You’ll see.~

Oh now he was curious.

... What are the costumes?

Trust me, you want to see them when you get back. We’re already in them!

Now Jesse was getting... Annoyed. Where you purposefully trying to be obtuse?

Pics?...

A thought occurred.

It’s nothing raunchy is it?

What? No. Cole picked them out!

However, his insistence was paying off.

Let’s put it this way; we match!

... “We Match?” What the heck was that supposed to mean. Were you trying to be cute, and wound up being obtuse about it?

Jesse detested this guessing game, but before he pulled out the financial benefactor card, you recovered.

You want me to make you a shake?

Fuck yeah.

His eye hurt too much now, and his stomach was up in knots. Jesse didn’t like the idea, but he hated the idea of vomiting in Spann’s vehicle even less. He reclined and tried to relax the rest of the way home.

As tempting as it was to close his eyes, though, Jesse couldn’t. He and his little makeshift family lived in the back of a large suburban neighborhood of well-to-dos. Hiding in plain sight, really. Which meant you and Cole were essential. As far as your neighbors knew, your veteran of a boyfriend had been planning to tie the knot with you for quite some time... But the car accident had left his face burned and ruined, and so the two of you had decided to postpone it. Still, Jesse had been happy when you never corrected anyone who called you Mx. Ossifer.

There were lines of Mc-Mansions and slightly decorated lawns, but nothing too crazy for the Halloween Holiday, even as kids and their families dragged out red wagons to cart around toddlers and their candies... Maybe Jesse could have paid a landscape artist to decorate. You had only done so much on your own.

As Spann pulled up into the circular driveway of your shared home, Jesse had only been reminded that you hadn’t done too much to decorate. A few foam jack-o-lanterns at the doorstep, a few small pumpkins littered along the walkway, and orange lights replacing the walkway lights.

Spann helped him out of the car, and moments after stepping out he felt his entire back let out a symphony of pops. God he was tired. Still, the procedure would help him in the long-run... Plus he had a shake waiting on the inside.

After taking a few uneasy, sore steps, Spann offered her shoulder to help Jesse in, and minutes before they got to the French doors of the house, Cole opened them and stepped out.

He was wearing his Sunday best, a gift from Jesse for his birthday, excluding the dress shoes which had been swapped out for much more comfortable tennis shoes. He stared up at Jesse through a metallic half-mask shaped like a skull, with the other half of his face painted to look like a skeleton.

“You’re BACK!” he said to Jesse as he ran forward and went-- straight for the knees-- and hugged Jesse. “I missed you, Richie!”

Jesse could die and go to hell and he’d be happy. Forget the shake. There was a kid less than ten years old who was dressed up as a fancy skeleton holding his knee. It took all of three seconds before said child was scooped up into Jesse’s arms and safely clinging around Jesse’s neck.

You were soon to follow, a glass and a large straw poking out of it. You were- also in costume, but unlike Cole your face was all makeup to match the painted parts of his face...

Jesse continued to assess you with one eye while you approached with the shake. You had been dressed up nicely as well. Maybe not as corporate and formal as Cole, but you dressed well. Head-to-toe in black, bordering slightly on too form-fitting for a funeral, but far too dark for casual house-spouse attire.

A makeshift family of three Skeletons. You, looking like a modern-day Adams, Cole looking like a mini, corporate Grim Reaper... And of course... Jesse himself.

No. Not Jesse.

Richard. Richie Ossifer.

“Chocolate shake?” you asked. “Since your teeth will hurt otherwise?”

As soon as Jesse had picked up Cole, he sat him down and began typing away on his phone. He held it up to you frantically.

What’s this for?

“Oh, well.” Instantly through the skull paint he could see your face warp to a pensive frown of unease. “Cole SAID he wanted to be like you for Halloween, and when I saw the half-mask and the face-paint I came up with the idea. I didn’t...” your eyes turned to Spann for a split second. “I didn’t over-step did I?”

No. No you had not.

Jesse came forward and pulled you into an uncharacteristically emotional hug as Cole hugged your legs. “Yayyyy~ He likes it!~”

A perfect little cover-family. Jesse may have needed this cover family, but in that moment he wished so desperately that a fraction of the lie was a truth. To come home to an understanding spouse, a loving step-child... God damn, Richard was a lucky son of a bitch, and he wasn’t even real. Right now, though- the two of you were.

Pictures.

Jesse quickly released you and turned to Spann who was busy... Processing this. His hand shot out with his phone.

Spann held the phone in her hand and gave a sort of half-frown. “Sir, you’re not... You’re not in your mask.”

FUCK SHE WAS RIGHT.

Jesse stormed off into the house, maybe faster than was probably safe on as many pain meds as he had in his system, but the man waltzed right up to his stairs before slowing down. Cole passed him up. “I’ll get it! In the bathroom?”

The man nodded, lifting his hands to sign “Shelves”. Cole had done good learning a few spare ASL phrases... Still wouldn’t sign back to Jesse but, well. He’d take a win where it mattered.

“OKAY!” Cole hollered halfway running to Jesse’s room already as you and Spann entered the house.

“Sir, you just came out from under the knife. You should probably sit down.”

Jesse shook his head and signed HELL, then proceeded to shake his head. Hell no, he said. Had to get pictures with his boy and his spouse. It was actually odd, Spann let out a humored chuckle-snort. Clearly she found the idea cute as well.

Seconds later Cole came running down the stairs with the Chromeskull mask in his hand and handed it to the tall man on the way down. “Pictures! Pictures!”

Jesse bobbed his head to the chant and held hands as they descended the stairs with a jaunty little step.

In no time at all Jesse grabbed your arm and pulled you up a step to get better into the photo and Cole was up in his arms. In three seconds Spann would take no fewer than five pictures of “Richie” and the rest of the Ossifers. In twenty minutes, Jessie would convince Spann and you to let him stay up to pass out candy while you went out with Cole. When you’d return several neighbors would tell you how adorable your family Halloween theme was.

An hour after that the paint on you and Cole’s face would be hastily washed off and soup would be had for dinner. Your son would be asleep on the entertainment system and Spann would leave. Jesse would help wake Cole long enough to get him into his bed and the two of you would go to your own separate rooms.

If it hadn’t been for his aching jaw, Jesse would have been brave and tried to coax you into spending a little bit more time together... Put on a horror movie. Maybe be coy and get closer to you, or pull you a little closer if you’d allow it... But his jaw was aching, and he desperately didn’t want this day to end with him over-stepping any boundaries, so he went to his bed alone and looked at the photos once more... He’d get a few of these printed for the home office.

Richard Ossifer was a lucky man. A lucky man indeed.

#Jesse Cromeans #chromeskull #chromeskull x reader #x reader #slasher x reader #based on my ideas for Chromeskull's good ending.#Good in HUGE quotes obviously #daddy cromeans #But you know... Actually a dad #Ossifer is actually a reference to Ossification #The process of bone growth

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specialability · 1 year

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House MD S6 Finale & S07E01

Time for me to have unpopular feelings and opinions about a decade-old show!!!

Even though House has never been a subtle show, the finale to season 6 was really just ham-fisted. I can't believe it got such high ratings. Very senior doctors are called in to help at an active emergency site - sure fine whatever suspending disbelief. The setting and makeup and practical effects and all that were great, but those are some of the most reliably good parts of the whole series.

However, the writing. Nobody seems to remember the part where House was in a major bus crash which nearly killed him and did actually kill his best friend's girlfriend and the depression spiral from that specific event was what precipitated his collapse and move into a mental hospital. Who cares about that, PTSD doesn't exist.

Then somehow as an audience we're also supposed to care about Cuddy suddenly getting married to Lucas.

And there is a patient literally trapped with her leg literally at risk of being chopped off in order to try to save her life. House wants to help her keep her leg for obvious reasons. Cuddy gets mad at him for idk its not really clear - he disagreed with her therefore he's trying to sabotage her marriage. The important thing is that House is going to handle this differently than when he was the one making the decision about amputation for himself because he has Changed.

And also House is trying to explain the crane operator falling asleep so that he stops blaming the accident on himself - he didn't hurt all those people, it was his medical condition. Once again really just drawing huge arrows in crayon at the message they're trying to send.

They couldn't just pick one of those ideas? Like yeah, we get it, House has feelings about his leg, Cuddy still has feelings about House, House feels bad about hurting people and wants to be better. None of this is revealing new information. It's all just crammed in there.

The trapped woman dies and House explodes because he keeps trying to do the right thing and it never works out for him - the only genuine feeling in the whole episode. So he's on the floor of his old bathroom with the Vicodin again. And Cuddy appears. Just like the hallucination. But oh no she has dumped Lucas for House~ how dramatic~. Then also btw Thirteen is quitting.

What??

It's not as bad as House/Cameron was! House/Cuddy works fine on the level of flirting and maybe an old crush, but as it became escalated to "I've been in love with you for 20 years" - barf. Feels very much like they Needed to have a House romance plot twist for the finale and they can't possibly come up with a new love interest (or make Wilson canon) so Cuddy it is. The more Dramatic Events per episode the better, right?

And then watching the first episode of the new season, the writers were in a real hurry to show that this relationship can *totally* work you guys like this was always supposed to be endgame. The characters are talking to each other on such a superficial level that I would expect from like... a 15 year old's first fanfiction. I know this show is bad. I know it. Somehow this just really irritated me. Send help, I'm actually thinking about looking up fandom reactions from back then to see if I'm totally off base here.

#misc #ruth watches tv #house md

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c0rpseductor · 1 year

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>is about to be that guy

I am honestly really tired of shallow readings of emet-selch as a character that reduce all of his motivations and pain to "he lost his romantic partner" specifically. i feel like it's such a disservice and paints him as i think this far more self-centered person than he actually is textually. his legitimate motivation is very interesting precisely because he's set up as something of the player character's foil - the loss of his own loved ones (however you want to interpret those relationships) is a motivating factor, but the greater motivating factor for him is what he sees as saving his people and society, just like the PC is meant to fight to save the world.

and in the end, once again regardless of how you interpret his regard specifically, the WoL harboring a piece of his former extremely close friend and his clear attachment to and affection for the WoL is not enough to stop him. i think that's actually one of the most interesting and tragic parts of his character! he's not just doing it for his loved ones, and if they were able to tell him to stop he would not be swayed, because his sense of duty and love for his people in general come before his personal relationships, or even his own mental and emotional wellbeing (evidenced by the fact that he's, like, blatantly implied to have been actively suicidal).

im not out here trying to say like "emet-selch is actually this paragon of virtue" obviously lol but i just think it reduces him to like, this very self-obsessed and narrow-minded person in a way that isn't necessarily textually true. and he IS those things, to some extent, but not in that way. it's more that he's blinded by his trauma than that he thinks, like, "it is an appropriate response to grief to tear the world down for one person." the fact of the matter is, like, i feel like if he felt that way he would never have fought the WoL to begin with - he would have put his affection for them above his desire to save the (ancient) world.

to me he's precisely the opposite as a character. it's hard to describe because as a person he is extremely plagued by cognitive dissonance and denial, so he'll hold two entirely contradicting opinions very strongly at once (can't help being a gemini), but like...he views what he's doing as saving the world, and his strong feelings for the WoL can't convince him to abandon course. nothing can. so to me if given the choice between the continued survival of The World or the continued survival of his romantic partner, he would be like, "sorry, but you have to go." he's practically faced with that choice in canon and his response isn't like, "i think i'll give up on doing rejoinings," it's "either i kill you or you kill me, FUCK YOU for standing in my way." that's what's tragic about his relationship with WoL, like, no amount of love between them will ever be enough, because his love for his world is stronger and the WoL feels the same in reverse. completely doomed. that's all totally subverted if he's actually like "yeah sure my entire dead society or whatever - i'm really just doing this because i'm a massive wifeguy." like, his sense of ethics is insane and fucked, but he is a very very by-the-book character and he is utterly convinced that he's being selfless and even outright self-sacrificial here.

#ffxiv spoilers #sorry about me. i just like emet

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ANOTHER RANDOM OBJECT SHOW: SEASON 1

EPISODE 14: Return to Cosmos.

GyroGyro was spontaneously committing to a dance ritual. Penta floated by, and seemed confused.

“Uh.. do you guys… need help with THAT or, what–” Cloudy groaned, cutting Penta off. “He’s been like this for a while now, he's tried summoning spirits, but that led to.. uh… THIS.” Cloudy looked at GyroGyro. “One can only wonder what ancient relic of a soul is inside him..” Just then, Moony began to yell, directing Penta and Cloudy to look over to see Lunartic trying to force a kiss onto Moony. “GET YOUR FUCKING HANDS OFF ME, GOD!” Moony’d yell, violently thrashing. “BABYDOLL, JUST STAND STILL AND FUCKING GIVE UP! STARRY NEVER LOVED YOU! MOVE ON, DAMNIT!!” Finally, Lunartic smacked Moony to the ground, then raised his hand to beat her, only for GyroGyro to then violently screech.

It was a horrible sound, like nails on a chalkboard inside an Active, In-Use Brazen Bull, a scream of a thousand years, a celestial intervention. Just then, GyroGyro began erratically twisting and turning, but just then, it stopped as GyroGyro came to Lunartic…

…then screamed one last time, causing Lunartic to go into a trance like never before.

“..huh? Gyro??” Sunny broke the silence, from his play area, he was protected from much harm, and Phantom and Mime made sure that he didn't leave.

“Let's go inside the Laser Tag Arena…” Phantom told Sunny. “YAY, LASE RTAG.” Mime swiftly melted into a puddle in order tk reach the Laser Tag Arena quickly.

Phantom watches as Mime and Sunny run off to play Laser Tag, Phantom then turned to the others and asked— “What the FUCK is going on??” House then replied— “GyroGyro stopped Lunartic from essentially forcing a kiss onto Moony.” He said. “...so… sexual assault?” Phantom said. “Meh, leave him be.”

Period then ran up and kicked Lunartic over, laughing at him being unable to get up, “Who’s small now?!” They said, running off.

Meanwhile, Moony swept herself off. “Do you need anything?? Are you okay??” Question Mark asked. “I’m fine, just… eugh.. a creep.” Moony said, sighing. “...he really is.” Question Mark said, groaning. However, Cuby would grab the two, bringing them over to The Gourd.

Organized into teams, The Gourd announced the next challenge. “CONTESTANTS! The next contest is simple! Land on the moon!”

Just then, Sunny tried piggyback-riding Moony, to which The Gourd clarified— “I meant in space— you will land on the moon, then place a flag, once done, simply come back BEFORE the other team!” The Gourd now snapped his fingers, summoning two rocket ships. “Fuel up your ships, then go!”

As Phantom got the oil needed to get Team Merge’s Rocket running, Cuby tried to do so too. The two got distracted fighting over who's the team leader, so Team FUN! got ahead.

“I really think Phantom’s gonna get out.” Cloud said, “even when I was on the team, he was so controlling.” She sighed as they landed. “Whatever, let's just place a flag here and—” Sunny suddenly pushed past Period and Question Mark and directly into..

STARRY???

“Wh— huh. What. Wait. Huh?” Question Mark was… confused, but Starry spoke: “Greetings! I uh… got eliminated! …except you can't objectify a star without killing it so.. yeah!” Moony suddenly swiftly hugged Starry. “ACKK.. also, uh… Star’s here.” She points over to Star, who is trying to figure out his basic math. “He's.. kinda dumb, so I gave him earth homework. :-)” she stated, before going silent and hugging Starry for quite awhile.

Eventually, Team Merge came, and began to place their flag, however, Cloudy came to Phantom to tell him to—

“Stay here.” Cloudy said, as her teammates said goodbye and got onboard, waiting for her. “What? Phantom scoffed. “Why would I?” Cloudy looked at the rocket, then at him, before looking at Mime before getting onboard and leaving.

Mime then said… “If you stay here, you won't be eliminated and will be in space, but if you go with us, then you'll be eliminated and sent to wherever they go.” Mine explained as a Circle.

“Mime, c’mon! House, Penta and Cuby wouldn't vote for me!” Phantom said.

Mime just stared.

“Right…?” Phantom said.

Cuby grabbed Mime, gave Phantom a note, and left.

Phantom clutches the note as he watched the rocket fly off without him, before he calmed down and sat.

Back on Earth, The Gourd seemed confused, he asked “Team Merge! You LOST again! …where’s Phantom?”

Cuby then signed to The Gourd that they knew they were up for elimination, and had decided to eliminate Phantom, to which The Gourd accepts as a valid cast.

“...alright, then Phantom is eliminated! Very anti-climatic, but oh well!” The Gourd blew out the Elimination Ceremony as it began to sprinkle.

END.

AROS was written by TheWiseGuest.

FIN.

“Day after day, being bullied by others became my routine.” Phantom stated to the crowd. “However, I am proud to be the leader of The Masquerade. I shall not fail in my suit of justice for those who are physically and mentally scarred.

…

“...I wanna revive Heart.” Star sighed. “We don't have a shooting star, but maybe we can go to The Inbetween..” Starry said, just then Phantom stared and asked… “...the what?”

wise.

#another random object show #aros season 1 #aros #season 1 #episode 14 #object shows #drama #lesbian #thewiseguest

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delicrieux · 3 years

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☆ﾐ 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚊𝚢 “𝚘𝚑”

PART 13: ...O-OH?

it’s the night of the big stream. y/n uncovers a strange, albeit deep, bond with charlie. corpse interrupts her garden date with sykkuno quite unceremoniously. tensions are high as ever; proximity chat reveals internal monologues and stray thoughts. y/n’s “batshit insane” energy affects everyone. this is, quite literally, the best game of among us bretman has ever played.

─── corpse husband x reader, sykkuno x reader (if you squint, it’s very one sided) ─── soc. media + written fiction! ─── word count: 6.1k oops ─── ❥ reqs: sum people requested some interaction w bretman + jealous corpse + flirty sykkuno

author’s note: guys....GUYS WE’RE ON THE 3RD “OH” hope ur excited cus i am!!! this was rly fun to write, but then again, everything is better than writing an essay lmao! this is extremely chaotic and a bit seggsy but like a minuscule bit u wont even notice it i swear xx there’s not much social media in this one, mostly written lol. as always lmk wat u think n thank u for all ur kind words n sooo manyyyy ideassss!!! love u lots

ultimate masterlist. ҉ myso masterlist ҉ previous. ҉ next.

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It’s happening, you think, picking the discreet, angelic white color for your astronaut - with a halo and all, truly, you are a seraph that stepped through the gates of heaven and descended onto earth to grace these morals with your presence...quite literally, you’re not only donning white in game, but also in real life, cute as a button or more like as a bunny. Cat girls are overrated - cat boys, on the other hand, you’ll ardently defend till your last breath - but bunny girls...Safe to say, your chat had been going feral. Your endless ego is fed well. You even swore on your heart that no devilish trickery would follow in this game - you had left your snake ways behind you.

No one believed you. The Roaches know you too fucking well.

The influx of new subs, however, do not. Look at this cute girl! She wouldn’t hurt a fly! You chuckle at the compliments. At the exact same moment, Rae pipes up on the discord call, “Y/n is leering and cackling evilly. No one trust her.”

Demon woman herself must be watching your stream before starting her own. You pout, all adorable and innocent, but your eyes gleam slyly. Truly, a mastermind of manipulation! Look at you go! The chat is swooning. The viewer number steadily climbs past 16K and you hum happily, welcoming all that decided to join your little clan, “Don’t listen to Rae. Wifey is mad because I said I’m not bringing her back a souvenir. Well guess what, bitch, I’m the gift.”

Your perfect image does not quite align with your tone, nor the affectionate nickname you call your roommate (bitch, not wifey). The new viewers are none the wiser though, just like your new stream mates.

There is laughter from people you don’t quite know. The lobby is almost full, but not everyone has trickled in yet.

“Filing divorce papers right now.” Rae mumbles, but you hear the smile in her voice. It makes you crack a grin, too.

More hello’s and shy introductions to the people in the lobby. Sykkuno’s green astronaut pops in with a upbeat, “Hey, everyone! Hi, Y/n!” as his character circles around yours. A collective awww echoes in your stream chat as you, quite breathless at the wholesomeness, reply with a “Hi! Hi hi!” as well.

Corpse is next to join, mysteriously ominous. The discord call is pure chaos, everyone screaming over the other variations of his name while stressing different syllables. Silent as a grave, he just stands there, his black astronaut seemingly eyeing everyone in the lobby.

Alas, when the noise dies down, he utters, “Whaddup, baby.” and it’s pandemonium all over again. You are screeching/laughing along with the rest. His astronaut swiftly glides to Sykkuno, still circling around you, “Hey, Sykkuno.” He says. The latter abruptly stops. The game hasn’t even started, and already - betrayal! Sykkuno starts circling around Corpse now, leaving you in the dust.

“Hey, dude!”

“Yo,” You interrupt, “I’m like here too, yeah?”

“Fight, fight, fight!” Pokimane jeers. You can’t see her, but you’re certain she’s pumping her fists in the air.

“Let’s leave the bloodshed for the game, yeah?” Dream offers past her laugh ridden urging.

“No, fuck that, let’s start this shit right now,” Charlie declares - his monotone is strangely pleasant to the ear, and you lean back in your chair with a thoughtful hum. Something about his energy just clicks with yours instantly, but perhaps you’re judging too quickly- “Got my fucking knife ready to slit some throats. You can all pretend you aren’t ready to kill on sight, but that’s not me. I’ll teabag your dead fucking body.”

-yeah, no, your initial estimate had been correct! What a pleasant surprise, you feel like you and he will get along beautifully.

“Way to be subtle, Charles.” Rae snorts.

“Subtle doesn’t make an interesting game, Rae,” He’s quick to bite back, “and if I’m Impostor, you bet your fucking ass I’m going after you first.”

“Noooooo!” She shrieks, rushing to your astronaut, which is still just standing there, abandoned, like the equivalent of that one emoji, “Y/n, protect me.”

“Of course, baby.” You purr.

There’s mumbling in the discord call, though it’s barely audible. Corpse seems to be repeating the word to himself: Baby...Baby?...Baby...

“You’re gonna stab me in the back the first chance you get, won’t you?” She questions, already painfully aware of the answer.

“You know it!”

“Finally, someone that’s not fucking cowering in their boots and flaunting their real nature.” Charlie says, “Y/n, form a Big Dick Alliance with me.”

“Oh for sure, man.” You agree immediately, trailing to his in game figure, “Let’s show these virgins how it’s done.”

“This is going to be a mess, isn’t it?” Sean’s voice rings with a cheerful laugh, making you flustered. Yes, you’re actually playing with THE JacksepticeyeTM. You still haven’t fully wrapped your head around that part, “I’m very excited to see where this will go.”

“Nowhere good.” You say with unparalleled sincerity - every word you speak to him, the icon, the legend, the one of the few youtubers you actually actively follow, must be genuine. You doubt you can lie to him. He’s too good of a person. You admire him too much. Stuck between wanting to be a shady bitch and an absolute saint, you refrain from addressing him more - you are simply not worthy.

its the y/n trying to act like a normal person in front of jack for me

ikr she looks ready to join the monastery

each day we stray closer to gods light???

Your viewers are snide as always. Gosh, you love them.

The last player pops in, fashionably late, “Hey, y’all.”

“Hey, Bretman!” The call choruses somewhat harmoniously.

“Hi, daddy.” He’s speaking to Corpse now, a smile in his voice - you can hear it even past the static of his atrocious mic. Your eyes widen, eyebrows shooting up. Your friends are cackling, but confusion refrains you from doing the same - were you not the only one Corpse offered, seemingly so long ago!, to be his sugar baby?

One betrayal after the other. You’re glad for the Big Dick Alliance. The name has a nice right to it, too.

Corpse laughs, “...Hey, Bretman. How are you today?”

Damn, two sentences for him, but not even a word spoken to you!? You’re already scripting a very melodramatic paragraph you will text him after the stream. With poorly masked discontent, you mutter, “Wow, thanks for such a warm welcome, Corpse, my day’s going great, yeah, loving the company.”

“Now now miss girl,” Bretman chimes, “we can’t be all daddy’s favorite.”

“Careful,” Charlie drones, “I think you just got yourself onto Y/n’s shit list.”

“Right next to Corpse Husband and Valkyrae.” You agree, “Sykkuno!” You suddenly call him.

“Uhm-Uh-Yes?” Is his nervous reply.

“You’re safe.” You state coldly, “For now.”

“You are not going after Sykkuno on my watch.” It must be a belated holiday miracle because Corpse finally decides to address you. His words seem to awake something in him, “Hey-Hey-Hey-” He swiftly glides to you, standing right next to your minute virtuous angel, “When are you coming back to Cali?”

corpse stop acting weird challenge

literally omg lmao

he does bring up a good point y/n y u not in cali yet?!

^pack it up corpse simp he disrespected the queen when he didnt say hi

“Back off, buddy,” Charlie interjects, “this spot is for Big Dick Alliance members only.”

“I’m never returning.” You inform him, your voice cold like the Arctic snow, and the look in your eyes is no kinder. You feel like you’re having a stare down through screen.

Silence stretches. Is this an intimidation tactic? Because if it is, it’s a paltry one. Your conviction to be petty is stronger than any vulnerability you might feel.

“Then I have nothing to say to you.” He admits and fucks right off with that. Fine, go join Sykkuno and Rae in their little corner of betrayal! Friendship ended with Corpse, now Charlie is your best friend.

“Okay, guys, guys, guys-” Toast, noting this is going to spiral any minute now, tries to catch their attention, “Let’s start?!”

You look into your camera, and the roaches know what you’re thinking. You’re twins like that, communicating telepathically. You are taking back your tender promise of not being a conniving bastard. It’s fucking on. You will destroy everyone in your path, starting with the guy you have a stupid crush on - maybe?! Feelings are confusing, you’d rather just not think point blank period.

With no objections from the cast, the counter ticks away seconds and, for the first round, you’re stuck as CREW MATE.

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Charlie is a gift. Truly, you had not expected such a sudden, wonderful relationship to bloom. How have you not known of him sooner?! It’s a crime that you hadn’t spoken to him earlier. You are a 100% certain if you had found him before you started streaming, he would’ve been a big inspiration.

The two of you do your silly little tasks and curse like sailors, commenting about this and that thanks to proximity chat. You wouldn’t have been able to stand the claustrophobic silence if it was just a normal Among Us game - to think, missing out on all his foully worded quips! It almost springs a tear into your eye. He’s just as unhinged as you.

worried about this dynamic

its a trainwreck lol i love it plz collab more plz

Caught in a headed discussion in Electrical - TikTok trends, or audios specifically - you defend the app the best you can. Charlie thinks it’s super cringe, and you insist it’s part of the charm as you connect wires.

“I mean, have...-do you know that one audio, the one that goes, like,” You’re spilling your words, heated, frustrated that he’s so dismissive of the app that literally saved 2020, “it goes like, uhm,” You clear your throat, prep your voice - even take a sip of your favorite drink. Drawing the syllables, you try your best to make it drop an octave - it must sound like you’re doing an atrociously bad and nauseatingly scratchy Corpse impression with an extra dramatic flair, “My assssssss, your cockkk, you do the mathhh.”

“Did-Did I just-” You freeze hearing Corpse’s voice, finally done with your task. Charlie is muffling his laughter behind his palm; Corpse’s astronaut stands in the doorway, “What the fuck did I just walk into?” He seems genuinely confused, though a strangely winded. You’re mortified. Your shoulders are shaking. You look at the stream chat but it’s going too fast for you to follow. Manic laughter bubbles in your chest and you squeeze your eyes shut, mouth split into a toothy grin, lowering your head and trying to hide the blush dusting your cheeks.

“Hey? Guys? What the fuck are you talking about?” He questions again.

“Honestly?” Charlie chimes, “No fucking clue. TikTok, I think. Ask Y/n.”

You can’t reply. You’re crying. You cover your face with your palms, muttering a soft oh my god before bursting into a full blow laugh, throwing your head back, the motion accidentally knocking your headphones off.

“Y/n.” Corpse calls you, “Fuck was that?”

You’re howling. Your stomach hurts. There are literal tears in your eyes. You think Charlie might be laughing too, but you can’t really tell over your loud screeching. Hastily fixing your headphones, you wipe away the tears stuck to your lower lashes, heaving, “S-Sorry, I-” You stutter, breaking into another fit of giggles. Corpse patiently waits you to calm down. Catching your breath, you start again with a sniffle, “TikTok, yeah.” You idly fix your hair, trying to bite down a smile, “It’s an audio.”

“What- What kind of videos are you watching?”

“The good kind.” Your reply is instant, merciless, “Also, why are you here? We’re having a BDA meeting, you know.”

“I-I...” He trails off, “I...I heard people talking and...I just came here to check it out, but...I’m regretting it.” There’s a lilt in his voice, and you know he doesn’t regret jack shit. You bet he’s smiling. You wish you could see it.

“Bitch, then leave!” You huff. You aren’t sure what is with him today, and you don’t want to stick around and find out - his playfulness makes your stomach flip at the most inappropriate times! Like when you’re trying to sound threatening. You must retreat posthaste, “No, wait, I’ll do it for you.” You say, brushing past his character. Charlie follows after you.

“Dude, you’re so fucking lucky neither of us are the Impostor because you’d be deader than I’ve been feeling since I was 10.” Your favorite companion comments. Charlie is truly a modern wordsmith. You’re pretty sure you adore him, because you’re nodding your head, so quick to agree with him that even you’re surprised.

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A meeting is called. You spare a glance at your fallen crew mates. They will be missed. Sean most of all, God, why does heaven always take the good ones?! The game feels emptier without him, even if you really only passed him once on your trek to Cafeteria with Charlie.

You may or may not have been avoiding him, afraid you’d accidentally say something horrible and he would hate you. It’s a silly fear, though a deep one. And with Charlie keeping you company, you had not uttered a single objectively good, or even coherent, sentence. Your parents can’t watch this stream once it’s uploaded onto your Youtube channel. They know you’re barely keeping it together in most of your videos, but here, now? Yeah, no. Charlie is already hard to listen to on his own for sensitive viewers, and hearing you agree with literally everything he says with your own chaotic ideas? Your dad would stumble into an early grave.

Mom probably wouldn’t mind too much, but you’d have to explain your relationship status again. She is under the assumption that everyone you collab with is your significant other. You’d say it began with Sykkuno, though the exclamation of “Finally! My daughter isn’t pathetically single! We need to celebrate.” had started with Rae. Truly, a scandal.

Speaking of which, Sykkuno is gone, too, but you had time to mourn him already. You found his body roughly ten minutes ago; so torn with the fresh agony of heartbreak, you could not do anything else but cry. It was Charlie, bless his heart, that reported it.

“Someone killed Jack,” You say, voice dripping with venom, “court is now in session. I’m ready to vote the fucker out.”

People speak all at once. Toast roars over them, “ORDER! ODER IN COURT!” as he slams his hand onto his desk repeatedly. That seems to work, though briefly.

“I think it’s Y/n.” Corpse says. You stare at him, hand gripping your heart, mouth falling open in surprise.

flame him

corpse boutta be a corpse fr

beat his ass queen!!!!!

“Pardon my french,” You grumble, “but nani the fuck?!”

“It’s definitely Y/n, I found her and Charlie conspiring in Electrical. Surrealist experience of my fucking life, but it’s definitely her.”

“Dude, we’ve been over this,” Charlie sighs, shushing Rae who was about to comment something - knowing your luck, it was probably in favor of the man throwing you under the bus, “we would’ve snapped your fucking neck the moment you walked in. But we didn’t.”

“Yeah, we didn’t.” Corpse notes, “I said nothing about you, I’m just saying it’s definitely her. She probably didn’t kill in front of you because of your stupid alliance-”

“Someone sounds salty because he wasn’t invited.” Pokimane snickers.

“-or possibly she did tell you and you won’t betray her for the exact same reason.”

“That’s some big brain logic you pulled there, genius,” Charlie says, absolutely unimpressed, “sure you didn’t have an aneurysm trying to connect all of that together?”

“Well,” Rae pipes up, “Y/n and Charlie did say they will kill right before the game started. If you ask me, it’s not unbelievable. And Sykkuno was sorta on the shit list.”

“I’m writing down your name twice, Rachell.” You spit.

“Not helping your case at all, Y/n...” Dream worries, “And Rae makes a good point. Charlie and you have professed desire for murder. I’m just saying! It’s a bit suspicious, you know?”

The next words to leave Corpse’s lips sound incredibly smug, “See?” He drawls. The pressure is getting to you - you don’t understand where this beguiling talent of his to convince literally everyone comes from, but it doesn’t inspire any confidence. Your fist suddenly feels incredibly lonely, so useless - oh, how you long to swing at him, “It’s definitely Y/n.”

“I dunno...” Toast mumbles.

“It’s Y/n.”

“Corpse-” You try, but he's ignoring you - shocker, as if he hadn’t been doing that from the very start of this stupid game - and chanting your name like it’s a fucking mantra or something, a smile in his voice, knowing, relishing in the fact that he’s grating on your nerves, “FIRST OF ALL,” You scream into the mic, successfully cutting him off; catching your breath, you exhale, and continue, calmly, lowly, “get my pretty name out of your mouth.”

There’s a pause full of tense silence.

Then, there’s a sound, seemingly stuck in the back of his throat, “...O-Oh...?”

“Second of all,” You continue, words like honey dipped in arsenic, “This is the clearest smear campaign I have ever witnessed. By how hard you’re trying to frame me for fuck knows what reason, I’m led to believe it’s you that killed them. You’re the Impostor.”

“Corpse wouldn’t kill Sykkuno, though.” Rae comments, skeptical.

“Then the other Impostor did it.” You counter.

“Maybe you’re both Impostors.” Pokimane chirps.

“Y/n would never betray the Big Dick Alliance like that.” Charlie states.

You grin, “Charlie, I literally love you.”

“Wait hold up now,” Corpse seems to get his bearings together, “what’s this about love I’m hearing?”

“I have none for you, dick.” You snap, flipping him off. Your chat cheers. While he can’t see it, you hope he senses it through the screen, “I officially hate you.”

“No, wait-”

“Boo, Corpse, you suck.” Toast laughs.

“Y/n, please-”

“Let’s all vote for Corpse Husband, okay?” You say it like it’s his full official name with an encouraging smile and multiple soft nods. Sykkuno can’t be here to nod, so you’ll do it for him. You eye the rapidly decreasing timer before clicking on Corpse’s figure and voting for him. The VOTED icon instantly pops up beside your adorable astronaut.

“Baby, I-” It slips past his lips so easily, as if he’s not even thinking about it, like it’s only natural to call you that and a spike of anxiety shoots up, making you glare. It’s only halfhearted. You try your best to ignore the rapid and uncoordinated pulses of your heart. Replace unwanted feelings with anger and hate - works like a charm, every time.

“You are not allowed to call me that.” You hiss. The chat spams snake emojis.

“Wait-” Bretman chimes, “Hold up, y’all, slow down a minute. Why does Corpse never call me baby?”

“Yeah!” Pokimane agrees, “I want to be baby, too!”

Pokimane may not have been called baby, but you just single-handedly decided her nickname for her - Target 4. Welcome to the shit list, she is officially your public enemy number 1. You aren’t sure why the thought of Corpse ever referring to anyone else as baby makes you sick to your stomach (you actually do know why, but brain no think at the moment), but you wish this whole conversation never happened. You don’t like it.

20 seconds left. More VOTED icons appear by your friends. Corpse is the last one to cast his ballot at, you assume, you, as the rest wait for his quick explanation before everyone (or not) returns to the game, “...Because she’s my baby.”

Goodbye. Life had been sweet, and there was sorrow, though the amount of embarrassment you feel now is worse than when the internet found your cringe worthy high school pictures on your mom’s Facebook. It’s a mixture of dread and excitement - the pleasure of being noticed, cherished even, though anxious from vulnerability. Someone is screaming a very prolonged “WHAAAAT?!”, or maybe multiple people are, you aren’t sure, your ears start to hurt from the loud, conflicting cacophony of voices as you stare blankly at the screen. You received two votes, just like Corpse, Charlie got one, the rest skipped. With no one flung out, you all find yourself back in Cafeteria again.

Baby. My baby? My baby. My baby. The sentence is playing ping-pong in your mind, reverberating louder each time. You’re actually speechless for the first time in your life; your chest hurts, your heart beating so fast your hands start shaking. Had he meant it? Or was this a some joke? Was he trying to get a rise out of you again? You might just go insane from so many questions. My baby. Holy shit, this is a heart attack, this is what a heart attack feels like, dear God, you figured you at least had ten years before you get one!

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First round ends with IMPOSTORS raining victorious. Your sixth sense had been working wonders since, true to you previous estimate, it had been Corpse. His companion was Pokimane. For absolutely no reason what’s so ever, you change her name once more from Target 4 to Target 1. Normally, you’re all for girls supporting girls. Men don’t deserve anything, really, but now you’re so flustered and still reeling from what you are 80% sure was cardiac arrest that you genuinely don’t care about your established morals.

Round two starts without much deliberation. You get CREW MATE again; the game must sense your growing bloodlust, making sure that once you do get IMPOSTOR, you will not hold back. True power is granted to those who are ready and strong enough to wield it. You wait for your moment with bated breath.

Charlie is taken from you too early. The two of you were once again caught in a discussion - God knows about what, Minecraft, hentai, oh! your server! - as you tried to card swipe for the umpteenth time. The lights blew out and you just knew one of you was getting murdered there and then. Charlie’s voice abruptly cut off, and you think a part of you died with him.

It’s a cold meeting; with your new best friend being the first to go, everyone decides to skip. You proclaim you seek vengeance. When the meeting comes to an end, Sykkuno is the first to offer his condolences.

“I’m sorry, Y/n.” He says, and while he’s not in Brooklyn, you somehow feel him patting your back. You feign a sniffle.

“There’s nothing to apologize for...” You murmur sadly, “Unless...” Your voice turns sharp as the knife that was surely twisted into Charlie’s back, “It was you?”

“NO!” He exclaims, “I would never-you gotta believe me! I would never kill him. I know he’s important to you. I wouldn’t do that, I swear.”

“He was like a brother to me.” You admit, solemn, “Charlie, if you’re haunting me right now, know I will avenge you. I will not let this go.”

Sykkuno hums, circling around you, “Hey, I have a task in Greenhouse. Would you, uh--Would like to, uhm, join me?” Despite the shaky start, he finishes on a firm, pleasant note. He’s trying to cheer you up. Having lost your closest friend, he’s offering you his company. You accept with a soft smile and a cute “Yes, please!” and he releases an airy little laugh. The two of you make your way to your favorite place in map MIRA.

It’s difficult to stay sad for long when Sykkuno’s so sweet; the atmosphere of the Greenhouse is strangely calming; your problems seem to be left behind the shut doors. If you tried hard enough, you could imagine being in an actual Greenhouse - the warm, damp air clinging to your skin, the unmistakable smell of earth and vegetation, the pleasant silence broken only by yours and his hushed voices and clumsy footsteps.

The two of you are talking. Mainly about your choice of attire. Cat first, Sykkuno ponders aloud, doing his task as you watch the plants grow, now bunny, what’s next? You affirm that you will most likely dress up in cow-print next, or as an adorable sheep. He laughs, admitting you’ll look good in anything before he trails off. His awkwardness is really endearing.

“Or!” You chirp happily, content with being locked away with him for the whole game. The idea must be playing in his mind, too, because he seems in no rush to leave, “I could, like, dress as someone from My Hero Academia. I watched the stream you did with Stella, the one where she made you look like Todoroki. It was really cute. You were really cute.”

“Oh, uhm-well, uh, thank you, thanks, I, uhm-” He clears his throat, and despite his stutter, you hear the smile in his voice, “I-I think you’d look better, though. Not as Todoroki. Or, probably as Todoroki, too. But, uhm, what character are you thinking about?”

“Maybe Momo?”

“Momo!” He yeps, “Momo is good. Yeah, she’s great. You’ll-uhm-you’ll look amazing. Really. Momo is awesome. Very pretty. Just like you.”

You are blushing. A stupid, toothy grin makes your cheeks hurt. Your eyes flicker to the chat, but again, it’s going wild. Giggling, you thank him for his sweet words, so giddy it’s honestly embarrassing. Why can’t you stop smiling? This is incriminating. You hide your lips behind your palm.

“...What’s this?” Corpse question. You had failed to note his sudden appearance, too busy gushing. “Am I interrupting?”

“Hey, Corpse!” Sykkuno greets. For someone so awkward and shy, he sure is good at hiding it when he wants to. Perhaps it’s all an act and you had been deviously tricked! Probably not, but you can’t help but narrow your eyes suspiciously, finally able to calm down. You definitely underestimated him, you just haven’t figured out how yet, “Not really! Y/n was sad Charlie died so I took her here.”

“You interrupted our date, dipshit.” You deadpan.

“...Fuck you say?” Corpse dares, his voice low and somewhat menacing - for someone who exclusively portrays his emotions through only his voice, he’s incredibly hard to read. This is payback. Your love for wreaking havoc resurfaces suddenly. Serves him right for pulling all this ignoring shit at the start. Maybe you’ll make him say oh again.

Your sly smirk is promptly wiped. Fuck. He said oh, he literally said oh out loud. The Teruhashi fangirl in you is screaming. You had been so caught up in defending yourself you didn’t even register it at first. Alarmed, you look at the camera, then at the chat. First oh, then my baby. There’s no way he had been teasing you, and this proves it. Holy shit. You mouth the words “HE SAID OH!” for your audience only.

now she notices

snail pace baby we’ve been loosing our shit for the past hour

corpse x y/n saikik au enemies to lovers 500k words slow burn im here for it

opening wattpad rn^

Your heart races in your chest - it might be considered an Olympic medalist at this point; flustered yet again, you wish you could cave into yourself. You should’ve brought your bright blue wig with you to Brooklyn. Turns out it would have been perfect for this stream. Yes, yes thinking about unnecessary details always works in distracting you from the butterflies throwing a fucking rave in your stomach.

“I guess it is a date!” Sykkuno admits, “Kinda after a funeral, but still.”

Corpse hums. You’re still too stunned to say anything. The black astronaut with adorable cat ears approaches Sykkuno.

“It’s not.” He states. Your mouth falls open in shock as your date, your companion, the Shoto to your Momo is murdered in cold blood right in front of you. His lifeless body, cut in half, lays on the tiles by the growing flowers, right beside you, “You didn’t see shit.”

“...I didn’t see shit.” Is all you can utter, breathless and terrified.

“Thaaaat’s fucking right, baby.” Corpse coos, “Now I’m gonna report it, and I’ll say we found Sykkuno together. Better stick close to me after the meeting, got it?”

If Sykkuno is Shoto, then Corpse is definitely Dabi.

why is that kinda hot tho omg

didn’t know i needed dom corpse since now but i do

y/n looks like shes boutta throw up lmao

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You follow him around like a lost puppy - because what else is left for you to do!? You’re helpless in this situation. He’s got you in the palm of his hand, successfully eliminating everyone you had previously interacted with. First it was Charlie, then Sykkuno, even Sean, who said hello in passing, was shot instantly. Real Sangwoo behavior. You almost want to scream warnings at everyone to not approach you. You cannot mourn another lost crew mate, you don’t think your conscience can take it. But words fail to form. You’re too weak. You fake cry to your audience. They’re quick to remind you to stop acting like a little bitch.

“Mean.” Is all you say, eyeing the comments.

“Hm?”

“Was talking to the roaches.”

“What are they saying?”

“That I should betray you.”

“...Better not.”

A shiver shoots up your spine and you half believe he will bust down your door and drag you into his basement for real. A nervous laugh slips past your lips, “I won’t, I won’t.” You reassure him, “Don’t worry, I’m sticking with you. I haven’t seen shit.”

“I like that you listen to me. You always this agreeable?”

“You’re kinda not giving me a choice right now.” You grumble, vending yourself a drink while he looms behind you, protecting you. From who?! Himself?!

“Oh my fucking God, finally,” Bretman exclaims, “girl, I’ve been running around the whole map trynna find someone, is everyone like, dead?”

You’re scared to reply. Corpse does it for you, “Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, maybe? Not sure. Where have you been?”

“Oh you know,” Bretman grins, “doing tasks, talking shit, the usual. You two are not, like, Impostors right?”

You shoot a look at Corpse, but he obviously can’t see it. Biting your lip, you murmur, “Nope.”

“Just your regular crew mates doing regular crew mate things.” Corpse says, no, purrs. Because that’s not suspicious at all. You’d recommend Bretman to run, and not only because that sounded shady as fuck. But he seems to enjoy danger, or he just doesn’t care.

“Hmmmm, crew mates, sure. Miss girl Y/n,” He’s addressing you now; you smile anxiously, “How come every time I see you, you’re with a different man?! Like damn, leave some for the rest of us, for real!”

You like Bretman. You like his high-pitched whine and drawl. You would like him even more if not for the complex situation at hand. You fear for his life. Chewing at your bottom lip, you snicker, “Sorry, Bret. I can leave you Corpse if you want?”

He laughs, “Girl, I’d say yes so fucking quick, but I know he wouldn’t want that. Normally I wouldn’t care, but y’all are such a cute couple it’s making me not want to be a shady motherfucking bitch. Changing my ways, embracing the lord. Love it.”

Corpse doesn’t correct him that you are, in fact, not dating. His lack of reaction unnerves you slightly. Does he...? No! No think! Only exist! You catch that train of thought and steer it away from forbidden territory. Looks like it’s up to you to clear the air, and that is exactly what you do after trying to swallow down the lump in your throat, “Uh, we’re not together, actually. We’re just really good friends.”

“Bitch, then move over,” Bretman says snappily,”go like, back to your other boyfriends. Or find another one. I think I saw Dream near Navigation.”

“Near Navigation, huh?” Corpse hums thoughtfully. It’s a subtle warning, but you catch it. Yeah, even if you try running, Dream’s going to join your other ‘boyfriends’ in the afterlife. Granted, killing someone by just talking with them is kind of cool. Or maybe Stockholm Syndrome is finally kicking in, “Bret, the thing is, Y/n’s scared of dying, so she asked me to stay with her.”

It’s disturbing how good at lying he is. It is also really really attractive, as bizarre as that is.

y/n stop being in a toxic relationship with corpse challenge

making fanart of this omg her face

its the blushing for me girl get your head outta the gutter!

^she cant, it lives there

“Baby, you’re gonna fucking die if you stick with her,” Bretman points out, “have you noticed the mortality rate of her partners? Rest in peace, daddy.”

“He’s right, you know.” You mutter, dramatically looking to the side, “I’m no good, Corpse.”

“Not leaving you, end of discussion. Bretman, join us?” Corpse offers, catching you by surprise. He might still be lying, though. Creating a false sense of security before eliminating Bretman. Probably would laugh while doing it, too. Wow, he truly is evil.

Turns out he doesn’t have to do any of that, because when Dream strolls into Cafeteria, he kills Bretman instead. The two Impostors are finally revealed. You promised not to snitch on Corpse, but you didn’t say shit about not exposing Dream. You press the REPORT button and say just that: “Dream just murdered Bret right in front of me and Corpse.”

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The last meeting is called. Dream had been voted out with the help of Corpse, and now only you, he, and Rae remain.

“Baby, you know what to do.”

The VOTED icon pops up beside Corpse’s astronaut. Rae wheezes, “No! Y/n, it’s not me, you gotta believe me, I swear it’s not me!”

“...I really don’t know,” You murmur, “I’ve been with Corpse a lot, and...Rae, I’m not sure...”

“Please! I swear it on my Kagayama cardboard cut out, I’m not the Impostor, please! You know me, I’d never lie to you like this.”

“She’s definitely lying.” Corpse says, sounding pleased.

“Don’t listen to him! Remember, during the first round, when he tried to convince us that you were the Impostor? He’s doing the same shit to me!”

“I also remember you agreeing with him.” You remind her.

“I was stupid! Small dumb brain moment! He was using us to win! He’s using you right now!” She votes, “Please, Y/n, make the right choice.”

You’re silent for a moment.

“I’m gonna...I’m gonna vote for who I think it is.” You lastly say.

A slow, lazy grin makes it’s way onto your lips, eyes gleaming mischievously. You had not forgotten your promise to your brother from another mother, you had not forgotten the pride of the BDA, you had not forgotten your beautiful friendship. Two miniature astronauts pop up by Corpse’s at the exact moment Rae screeches “YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEES!”

“Fuck.” Is all Corpse says with a laugh.

The screen changes, informing of the first CREW MATE victory.

Your ears are assaulted with different voices as you appear in the lobby.

“Now that’s what I’m fucking talking about.” Charlie raves, “I swear to fucking God, Y/n, you even got me going for a second. Pulled some 1000 IQ shit right there. It was fucking amazing. Best back stabbing I’ve seen in a while, and I’ve seen a lot.”

“That was absolutely fantastic, Y/n.” Sean applauds, “I really thought you joined Corpse like some crew mate accomplice or something. Can’t believe you switched on him at the last second.”

“That’s my wifey!” Rae cheers, strolling to you, “Love you, mwah.”

“Hey, Corpse,” Charlie calls him, “How does it feel to be a fucking loser?”

“I’m surprisingly fine with it.”

yeah he would be lmao

mom is the best snake ever i love you sm y/n

rae and y/n’s friendship....the feeeeeels

As the rest sing your praises for another solid minute or two, the third round begins. CREW MATE again. Though, just because you’re stuck as an underpaid worker in a dying spaceship, it doesn’t mean you’re innocent. Your last round proved that quite well. You can’t help but silently snicker.

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TAGLIST IS CLOSED!

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more tags are in the comments bcs tumblr only allows me to tag 50 people max 💙

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Holy shit your insecure Michael fic woke something up inside of me 😂 I absolutely love this softer side of Michael. I was wondering if I could request a piece on michaels conflicted feelings about falling in love and opening up to his s/o? Like just really soft and fluffy, maybe him noticing that he leans into her touch and craves intimacy more etc. I’m just a slut for our big slashers being soft just for their s/o. Thank you so much I loooove this page and how you write for these tough guys 🥰🥰

Michael Myers feeling conflicted about falling in love and opening up:

He couldn’t place when it started...probably when he started coinhabiting with you, when he decided not to kill you. Yeah, that was probably the start of it, right at the beginning, but realisation settled too late, it was unavoidable.

He could kill you...technically that would end the problem, right? No more new and strange feelings, no more conflict, it would be over. However, the thought of you being gone did not settle right with Michael at all, it made his fists clench at his sides and his jaw tense behind his mask. No, that wouldn’t solve the problem, it will only bring a multitude of new ones.

It started when he spared you, he decided. Then when was the turning point? When did he realise that there was no turning back? He knew the answer to that fairly quickly as well, when he removed the mask around you for the first time, letting you see his face, letting you see the real Michael. The man, not the monster.

It was all unavoidable. You and these feelings...unavoidable. At least that was what he told himself to avoid thinking about why he made each individual decision that led him here.

You had become his partner, you cared for him and he cared for you even if you both showed it in very different ways. You meant something to him, he was somebody to you. You saw him. All of this had been true for a long time, even you had known it, but Michael had refused to open his eyes to it. Hoping that ignoring it would avoid the realisation forever.

He could let things continue, let things be, but he couldn’t actually wrap his head around it. So, he supressed it the best he could.

The moment he knew he couldn’t ignore it any longer, when the conflict rose to the front of his mind and planted itself there, was when you were tending to his wounds.

It was an intimate act, though you had been intimate together various times before this felt different. It was a soft, caring act on your behalf.

He couldn’t ignore the way your touch slowly eased the tension in his body, how he allowed himself to trust you at all when he had never trusted anyone. What really caused him to linger on his internal conflict was the way he lent into your touch without even realising it at first. How could you have so much power over him?

The thing that really gets him is when you’re in bed and you move closer in your sleep, cuddling into his side, like you trusted him. Hell, you did trust him against your own better judgement. He allowed it...he liked it.

The only reason Michael didn’t end it all was because he...enjoyed it. It was a nice, warm feeling. Of course he liked that...he just wasn’t used to it.

The conflict wasn’t whether he enjoyed having you around or not. It was about whether or not he would accept it.

Letting you in, opening up to you, it felt good but it made him feel vulnerable, something Michael never wants to feel. He hates it.

-----

It was late but you were cooking, making something for Michael to eat when you noticed that he hadn’t eaten much that day. Caring, just like always. Normally Michael enjoyed your cooking and would eat anything you placed in front of him, but he was starting to feel that itch, the one that could only be satisfied by going out for a hunt.

“Michael” you smiled, turning when you heard his footsteps enter the room. “I guessed you were hungry so I’m making you something to eat” you informed him, he hated the way it make his heart twinge. “Sit down” you kindly gestured towards the table, seemingly not noticing the mask clutched in his hand.

Michael just shook his head, pulling the mask over his face before heading for the backdoor.

“Oh...okay...” you frowned a little when you realised he was leaving for his...nightly activities. You had become used to it, loved him despite it, but it still hurt a little when he left you like this. “I’ll uh...put it aside, you can heat it up when you come back if you’re hungry” you offered, forcing a small smile, “oh, and try not to get blood on the sheets when you come to bed, alright?”

It was...oddly domestic, the things you requested of him, the bare minimum honestly.

He responded with the smallest nod and a quiet grunt of approval, though it sounded a little dismissive.

You sighed as he left the house, turning back to the food you had been cooking. You would put it in the fridge for when he returned, you wondered if you should try to stay up for him or if you would tire before he came home.

You jumped a little when you heard the door open again, turning to see Michael striding towards you. You paused, blinking up at him curiously. You knew that he couldn’t help when he needed to go out like this, so you wondered why he decided to return.

You didn’t speak, you just waited. Surely he wanted something.

It was incredibly surprising to you when he lifted the mask up to just above his nose, leaning down to press a kiss to your forehead. Your face flared up in a warm blush, definitely not expecting the affection. Without anything else, Michael lowered the mask, turning on his heel.

There, affection. It wasn’t a lot but it was a step in the right direction, enough to express some of the things he was feeling.

“I love you too!” you called after him as he disappeared out of the house, leaving you smiling brightly to yourself.

Those words. They just started a whole new conflict. You loved him, you loved him too...you knew how he felt about you even if he couldn’t completely comprehend them himself.

For now, this was okay. He was slowly coming to terms with his new feelings, and it seemed that you were willing to wait, finding the small achievements satisfying.

#michael myers x reader #micheal myers x you #michael myers #slasher x reader #slashers x reader #slashers #slasher #My writing

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kyuuppi · 4 years

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“You lie to your best friend/crush that you have an OnlyFans just to see their reaction”

Ft. Sugawara; Nishinoya; Tsukishima; Oikawa; Kenma

Pt. 2

A/N: My bias is so obvious here LOL

KARASUNO

↳ Sugawara

➣ You are over at his house, the two of you idly watching a sitcom while browsing your phones and chatting in between; it’s comfortable, as times with Sugawara usually are.

➣ Every time Suga leans in to show you a funny meme on his phone or throws his head back in laughter at a joke from the show, you find your heart skipping a beat.

➣ He is beautiful, basically an angel in your eyes, but he is also your best friend and you don’t think he has any interest in you like that. Not in the way you do.

➣ That’s how you get the idea to test his feelings.

➣ Being the troublemaker you are (how else would you and Suga get along so well?) you decide to shake things up by casually mentioning you’re interested in starting an OnlyFans and asking if he thinks its a good idea.

➣ You expect either of two reactions: either he’ll be as supportive as usual, possibly advising you to be cautious with strangers online like the mother hen he is, proving he only sees you as a friend—or he’ll tell you not to, possible evidence that likes you.

➣ The response you receive is not quite what you were expecting...

➣ Once the words leave your lips his head immediately whips around in your direction, light brown eyes looking at you with a serious expression on his face, something you’d never really seen before. It makes you uncomfortable and you begin to regret all of your life decisions.

➣ Suddenly though, he is leaning into you, his arms coming up to trap you against the couch as you try to back away. Your eyes are as wide as saucers and face completely flushed as he continues to stare you down before speaking.

➣ “Even though I’m your best friend, I’m still a man, you know. You’re being awfully cruel right now.”

➣ You audibly gulp, suddenly feeling light-headed but he keeps speaking, close enough that you can feel his hot breath fan across your cheeks.

➣ “Asking me to watch the person I like show off in front of thousands of other men? Even I have my limits.”

➣ And that marks the day of you and Sugawara’s first kiss. ♡

↳ Nishinoya

➣ Your best friend, Nishinoya Yuu, is notoriously unabashed with his affections.

➣ The two of you have an interesting relationship—Noya has no qualms with expressing how pretty he thinks you are, borderline flirting with you at times, and you frequently return the favor.

➣ But you don’t take any of it seriously, of course, regardless of how much you secretly wish it were real. Everyone at Karasuno knows about Noya’s undying dedication to the volleyball club manager, Shimizu Kiyoko, and he confesses his love to her at least twice a day.

➣ Unbeknownst to you those professions became less and less frequent after he met you and now most of Karasuno thinks the two of you are basically dating

➣ The two of you are at the mall, a frequent hang out place where Noya can look at volleyball gear and you can browse manga at the bookstore, when you get the idea to prank your friend.

➣ “Hey, Noya? I’ve been thinking about finding a way to make more money but I don’t have time for a part-time job so I decided to make an OnlyFans—I already have a few subscribers.”

➣ Nishinoya nearly trips and falls flat on his face. You would have laughed if it weren’t for how he immediately grabs at your shoulders, staring at you with a mix of anger and fear.

➣ “Absolutely not! No one should be allowed to see your beautiful body like that but me!”

➣ You immediately fluster at his loud declaration, acutely aware of how other customers in the mall are giving the two of your strange looks as they walk by.

➣ “B-but Noya, we aren’t even dating—”

➣ “Then let’s start dating!”

➣ And what are you gonna do? Say no?

↳ Tsukishima

➣ Being friends with Tsukishima could be frustrating at times—a sentiment you and Yamaguchi frequently discuss when the blond isn’t around.

➣ Tsukishima likes to think most things are beneath him and he’s too cool to find enjoyment in activities most other friends enjoy, ranging from mini golf to video games. The man seems content to waste his life away studying and listening to music if it weren’t for you and Yamaguchi forcing him out of his room.

➣ Naturally, something like a prank war would be something Tsukishima would want no part of—not that that has ever stopped you.

➣ Usually, your pranks are failures. Either Tsukishima easily figures out what you’re doing before it can happen or he doesn’t give you the satisfaction of a reaction, chastising you for wasting your time pulling pranks when you have a failing grade in mathematics you’ll later beg him to help you study for.

➣ He still helps you though, he’s whipped

➣ Your newest prank however, you feel exceptionally confident in. Not only is it simple to pull off, only relying on your acting kills, but it also might answer your curiosity on whether you have a chance in getting your dearest Tsukki to see you as more than just a friend.

➣ The day you decide to do it the three of you are hanging out in Tsukishima’s bedroom as usual, you working on the math homework Tsukishima forced you to study while he reads a book and Yamaguchi sits in the corner reading a book.

➣ You had already discussed your plans with Yama beforehand, to which his expression looked suspiciously devious, like he knew something you didn’t know, as he proclaimed his support.

➣ You hear Tsukishima turning a page and decide to speak up.

➣ “Hey, Tsukki, have you heard of OnlyFans?”

➣ You hold back a snicker as you see Tsukishima visibly tense, his eyes widening behind his glasses for a moment before he relaxes. From the corner of your eyes you can see Yamaguchi smirking behind his comic, watching the blond closely.

➣ “...yeah, I’ve heard of it,” Tsukishima simply replies.

➣ “I’ve been thinking about making more money but I don’t have time for a part-time job so my friend suggested it. She said I could make over ten thousand yen a month.”

➣ “I think only the really attractive ones make that much.”

➣ You gasp, thoroughly offended, and Yamaguchi looks mildly annoyed by his friend’s response, already opening his mouth to chastise him for being so mean—but before he can say anything, Tsukishima is speaking again, still looking down at the book in his lap.

➣ “Don’t do it though.”

➣ “Why not?” You pout, refusing to look up at him when you speak.

➣ “...I don’t want the person I like to do those types of things.”

➣ You nearly choke on your own saliva, head darting up to stare at him in disbelief. Yamaguchi, for some reason, only smiles softly, looking unsurprised by the admission.

➣ “W-what? You...like me?”

➣ “Oi, shouldn’t you be studying? One more F and you’re gonna flunk out of the class, dummy.”

➣ You’re slightly disappointed by the change of subject but when you notice the soft pink on Tsukishima’s cheeks you can’t help but to smile the whole time you finish your homework.

AOBA JOUSAI

↳ Oikawa

➣ Oikawa is a busy guy.

➣ You were well aware of that before the two of you happened to be paired up for an assignment and got to know each other, eventually becoming close friends.

➣ Between volleyball practices, tournaments, magazine interviews, and appeasing a passionate fan club, Oikawa rarely has time for himself, let alone another person.

➣ Despite all of that, you could tell he always made sure to spend time with you, dedicating a few weekends a month to hanging out, just the two of you, and constantly texting you in the times the two of you couldn’t physically be together.

➣ From an outsider’s perspective, it was almost like the two of you were dating.

➣ But alas, you know the sad reality is that Oikawa is most certainly not your boyfriend and you have no idea if he has any interest in your like that…

➣ ...Which is why you decide to try to make him jealous one day to push him towards confessing his feelings, if they exist.

➣ The two of you are at a café, sipping lattes and gossiping about other students when you bring it up.

➣ “Y’know...I’ve been thinking of making an OnlyFans.”

➣ To your surprise, Oikawa’s eyes seem to light up, his lips curving into a smile of excitement.

➣ “Wow, really? Maybe I should make one too!”

➣ Oikawa immediately pulls out his cell phone and the color drains from your face as you realize your plan has completely backfired.

➣ “My fans are going to love this—hey do you think we can do a collab? The two of us in one pic would make us top creators for sure.”

➣ You can only nod numbly with a fake smile at Oikawa’s enthusiasm.

➣ Oh god, you’ve created a monster…

NEKOMA

↳ Kozume

➣ Unless you’re Kuroo, becoming friends with Kenma is a nearly impossible feat. Actually making him want to spend time with you alone, even more so.

➣ But somehow, you managed to work your way into Kenma’s tightly knit social circle more like a two point line segment of him and Kuroo and your evenings after his volleyball practice are usually spent in one of your bedrooms, playing Splatoon and Animal Crossing until your Switches die or your parents force you to come home for dinner—whichever comes first.

➣ You love spending time with Kenma, his quiet presence somehow making you feel comfortable—but over time those feelings of ease have shifted into something more akin to nervousness and excitement as you’ve come to develop a crush on the setter.

➣ Every moment with him, watching the small smiles tug at his lips when he wins a match or his cute, frustrated pout when he can’t figure out how to defeat a boss makes your heart flutter and it’s becoming more and more painful to idly sit by without expressing your feelings.

➣ A direct confession, especially to a boy with nearly 0 social skills, is scary, so you want to be sure your feelings are returned before you even attempt to share them.

➣ Thus, you’ve decided to take Kuroo’s advice.

➣ “Push him into a corner. Kenma will only act when he thinks he has to.”

➣ You take a deep breath to steel your nerves before you speak, eying him sneakily from behind your Switch.

➣ “Gamer girls and boys are kind of trendy these days; I’m thinking about starting an OnlyFans to make money to buy more games.”

➣ The only visible response you receive is a slow blink as Kenma continues to play his game, fingers tapping furiously on the keys.

➣ “Ah...I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

➣ “Why not?”

➣ There are a few moments of silence between you two, the room only filled with the SFX of your games as Kenma seems to finish his round. You recognize the victory music as Kenma pauses to finally raise his gaze to meet your own.

➣ “It's your body so I can’t tell you what to do but...I would feel really jealous of all your subscribers.”

➣ And just like that, Kenma returns his attention to the video game, unpausing and starting a new match, blissfully unaware of you struggling to calm your racing heart and flushed cheeks.

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favefandomimagines · 3 years

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I Bought A Ring (e.b.)

Summary: Abby’s back and Buck doesn’t know how to handle the news. And neither do you.

AN: i’m still PISSED that abby came back even if only for an episode, my poor buck was so hurt ): this was something i had deep in my drafts and now that buck is blowing up it seemed like a good time to post it!

there is a buck fic similar to this and i just wanna say that i did not copy or steal the idea. i’ve had this in my drafts for months since season 3 ended so no one stole anyone’s idea! if you wanna check out their fic their username is @lotsoflovefromlea and the fic is titled ‘Second Best’ it’s really really good

You didn’t think you’d have to face the day when Buck’s past came back to haunt him. You were hoping it would stay in the past and you would be his future. But life has a funny way of putting us to the test.

After the train crash, and Buck saw Abby again, he had been acting distant. Distant enough for you to notice that something was wrong. It wasn’t hard to notice, especially when the two of you live together.

He would rarely talk when you had the same shift at the 118, there was no conversation during dinner and he’d come to bed long after you had already fallen asleep.

It had gotten to the point where you didn’t even remember the last time he kissed you or touched you. And you had enough of the maltreatment.

You exited the shower and saw him standing in the kitchen, leaning against the counter. You walked down the stairs and stood across from him, the tension between the two of you painfully obvious.

“What’s been going on with you?” You asked, breaking the ice. “What do you mean?” He asked, not meeting your gaze. “Seriously? Buck, you’ve been acting like I killed your dog for three weeks since the train crash. What the hell is going on?” You explained.

Buck sighed before looking up at you. He knew he couldn’t keep secrets from you. Including ones that could possibly change your relationship.

“Abby reached out to me. She wanted to meet up to talk.” He said. Buck could tell by the way your right eyebrow was raised and your eyes narrowed that you were not happy. “Really? And you went?” You asked. “Yeah.” Buck answered quietly.

You laughed bitterly before walking around the counter back towards the stairs. “God, you just can’t seem to let her go, can you?” You started. “It’s been, what? Two years? Two years since she left you for her ‘Eat, Pray, Love’ experience and got engaged? And who was the one who never left your side? Me. It was me, Evan and even now, you can’t seem to realize how terrible she was to you. Face it, you were her midlife crisis and you fell in love with her and never fell back out. All while making me fall in love with you.” You finished.

Sure you were a tad bit cruel, but it was what he needed to hear. No one wanting to be the one who had to pop his perfect bubble when it came to Abby.

“I stayed with you when you were suing the department for christ sake! And I can’t do it anymore, Evan.” You added. There it was again. His dreaded first name. The name you never used unless you were beyond angry with him. And he hated hearing it come from your lips. “Y/N, what do you mean?” He asked.

Fear was coursing through his body as he waited for you to finally leave him. After everything he put you through, Abby was the last straw.

“I mean, maybe we should take a break. Until you figure out what it is you really want.” You answered. It wasn’t something you wanted nor did you think it would ever happen. “No. No, no, Y/N, don’t do this.” He begged, walking towards you. “I have too. Since she came back, this relationship has been one sided and I don’t deserve that.” You said.

“Please, Y/N, I love you.” Buck told you. “Do you? Because you have a funny way of showing it.” You replied. You swiftly grabbed your keys and your purse and made a path towards the exit. “So this is it? You’re breaking up with me?” Buck asked, causing you to stop.

“I don’t want to. But you seem to have unresolved feelings for Abby and you can’t claim to love one person wholeheartedly when you clearly don’t. Figure it out, Buck. But remember who was here when no one else was.” You answered before leaving the house.

You didn’t know where else to go after you left. So you decided to go to Bobby and Athena’s. Bobby was like a father to you when you joined the 118 and you trusted him more than you trusted most people.

After trying to straighten yourself up and wipe the tears from your face, you got out of the car and headed to the front door. You knocked a couple of times and waited for the door to open.

When it did, Athena’s face softened when she saw you and instantly knew something was wrong. “Y/N? What’s wrong? What happened?” She asked, ushering you inside. “I didn’t know where else to go.” You answered.

Bobby, wondering who was at the door, turned the corner and saw you standing in the entryway. “Y/N, what’s wrong?” He asked. “Buck and I got into a fight. He went to meet up with Abby and he didn’t tell meand I just, I just don’t understand why he won’t let her go. Am I not enough?” You explained.

Athena shushed you and pulled you into a hug to comfort you. She knew Buck was stubborn but not so much that you felt you had to leave. Bobby was furious. He hated seeing you so upset and he was frustrated with the young man for making you think you weren’t enough for him.

After a few minutes, Athena made up the guest bedroom for you and said you could stay as long as you needed. But you hoped it wouldn’t have to be for long.

Bobby arrived at the station in search for Buck and found him sulking while Hen and Chimney were grilling him about his mood. “What’s wrong with you today?” Chimney asked. “Him and Y/N got in a fight last night and she walked out on him.” Bobby answered for him.

Buck looked up at his captain with wide eyes, wondering how he knew about the prior events. “She stayed at mine and Athena’s last night.” He added. Buck let out a sigh of relief, mainly because he was worried sick about you. You didn’t answer a single one of his calls or texts and he didn’t know where you went off to.

“Why did she walk out on you?” Hen asked. “Because I may have went to meet up with Abby the other day. And apparently I had been acting distant towards Y/N and she confronted me.” Buck explained. “Seriously? You still have feelings for Abby?” Hen asked. “No, Hen-” Buck tried to explain but was interrupted by his coworkers.

“Y/N is the perfect girl for you and you’re throwing her away for someone who left you?” She continued. “Hen,” Buck started. “You’re stupid but not this stupid.” She said. “Hen! I don’t have feelings for Abby anymore. I wanted to give her a chance to explain why she left and to thank her. Because if she wouldn’t have left, I wouldn’t have met Y/N.” Buck interrupted.

“And I,” He started before he stopped himself, not sure if he wanted to tell everyone his secret. “You what?” Eddie asked. Buck looked up at his friends before sighing. “I bought a ring.” He answered. “Wait, what?” Chimney asked. “I bought a ring. I was going to propose but then I got all in my head after Abby showed up. I thought Y/N would say no and she’d leave me just like Abby did.” Buck explained.

The rest of the 118 crew was silent as they looked down at Buck. Hen sat down across from him before speaking. “That girl is head over heels in love with you, Buck. She has been since the first time she met you and the last thing she would do is leave you like Abby did. Though, because of Abby, she felt she had no choice.” She said.

“I need to get her back. I didn’t even know what to do this morning without her.” Buck said. “When does she come in for her shift?” He asked Bobby. “She was supposed to be here by now. She left before me.” The man answered.

Before anyone could form a theory about your whereabouts, the bell went off signaling they had a call.

They soon arrived to the scene of a car accident, one car completely flipped upside down.

The 118 stopped short, however, when they noticed who’s car was upside down. It was yours that was hit by a guy texting and driving and ran a red light.

“Y/N?” Buck called, running to the driver side door. “Buck, you’re too close to this.” Bobby stopped him. “We’re all too close to this, Bobby.” Buck rebutted. Bobby looked at Athena and gestured for her to keep Buck away from the scene. “Keep him away from her.” He instructed his. wife.

Eddie began trying to get the door off and Hen and Chimney noticed you were still conscious, struggling to get out and stay awake.

“Y/N, can you hear me?” Hen asked. “Yeah. I-I can hear you.” You stammered. “I have a piece of shrapnel between the third and fourth intercostal space. Mild to severe concussion and around three broken ribs, and a possible pulmonary contusion.” You told them.

Both EMTs were surprised that you could still diagnose and recognize your symptoms while having a concussion and actively bleeding.

Once the door was off the car, Hen and Chimney set down the backboard and Eddie began cutting your seatbelt.

“Where’s Buck?” You asked him. “Bobby won’t let him help. He’s too close to this one.” Eddie answered. “Aren’t you all though?” You joked. Eddie laughed dryly as the seatbelt was cut free. “Can you move?” He asked.

You looked down at the piece of metal from the seat and back up at him. “You have to pull it out.” You told him. “Y/N,” Eddie started. “Eddie, you have to pull it out or I won’t be able to move. I have a concussion, I’m already bleeding and in about five minutes I’m going to pass out. I will slowly bleed out from the inside if I don’t move. Pull the damn thing out.” You snapped.

Eddie looked at you for a moment before glancing over at Buck, arguing with Athena. As Eddie pulled the piece of metal out of your side, Buck broke free of Athena’s grasp and fell to his friend’s side.

“Y/N, baby, are you okay?” He asked frantically. “I’m going to pass out in a couple of seconds so I’m sorry, Buck. For what happened last night.” You spoke, your breathing becoming shallower. “Buck we gotta move her.” Eddie told him.

Your eyes fell closed slowly and the heart rate monitor attached to you started beeping rapidly. “We gotta get her out now.” Hen instructed. Bobby pulled Buck back as he watched in horror while his friends began giving you CPR once they pulled you from the car.

Your heart beat thankfully went back to normal and Chimney and Hen loaded you into the back of the ambulance.

Buck took the liberty of joining you considering he was your emergency contact, having no other family in LA.

Once the ambulance arrived at the hospital, Buck, Chimney and Hen were forced to stay at the ER bay, not being allowed to go with you.

Buck watched as the doctors took you away and this quickly became his worst nightmare. What if you didn’t make it? What if the last conversation you had was a fight?

Bobby’s hand rested on Buck’s shoulder as they all watched you disappear down the hallway.

It had been hours. Hours of the 118 sitting in the waiting room for you to come out of surgery. Buck was a nervous wreck and no amount of consoling from Maddie or Eddie made it any better. He knew she should have told you about meeting with Abby but he was afraid of ruining everything. But not telling you made it ten times worse.

“Evan Buckley?” A doctor called, alerting the entire crew. “Th-That’s me. I’m Evan Buckley.” Buck replied. “Y/N is going to be okay. We repaired the damage to her lung as well as the other internal damage she received from the car crash. She still had a major concussion and she’ll be out of commission for a while, but she got incredibly lucky.” The doctor explained.

Buck let out a very visible sigh of relief, as did everyone else. “Can I see her?” Buck asked. “She’s in the ICU so only a couple of people at a time.” The doctor said. “You go, Buck. We’ll see her when she’s moved to a normal room.” Bobby told him.

He nodded his head and followed the doctor to your room. He saw you lying in the hospital bed, multiple IVs in your hands and arms and an oxygen tube in your nose.

Your eyes were still closed but he could tell you were awake, though hearing the doctor’s voice alerted you.

“Y/N, someone’s here to see you.” You turned your head slightly and saw Buck standing in the doorway. “Hi.” You said quietly, your voice still hoarse from the breathing tube in surgery.

Buck sat in the chair next to you, his eyes red and watering. “I am so sorry, Y/N,” He whispered. “I should have told you about Abby but I met with her to get closure. And to thank her because if she wouldn’t have left me, I wouldn’t have fallen in love with you.” He added.

“It’s okay. I should have let you explained.” You replied. “I have something else to tell you.” Buck said. “Oh no, now what?” You joked. “I bought a ring.” He said. “Like, a ring ring?” You questioned. “Yes, a ring ring.” Buck laughed. “Where is it?” You asked.

Buck let go of your hand for a moment and fished the piece of jewelry out of his pocket.

“You have to put it on for me.” You said. Buck looked at you in disbelief as he smiled, sliding the ring on your left finger. “I’m assuming that’s a yes.” He said. “Of course it is. I’d be stupid to say no to you.” You told him with a smile.

Buck squeezed your hand gently as he looked at the ring on your finger. “I never want to come that close to losing you ever again.” He muttered. “You won’t. I don’t plan on leaving you for a long time.” You said. “Good. Because I really don’t know what I’d do without you.” Buck said.

He leaned forward and placed a soft kiss on your forehead as you looked down at the ring. “You did a good job.” You commented. Buck laughed at your comment, causing a smile to grace your face. “Hen and Maddie helped.” He said. “I figured as much.” You replied.

The rest of the evening, or whatever time of day you thought it was, Buck stayed by your side. Even when the doctors were running their tests and looking over your condition. After almost losing you, there was no way you were going to get rid of Buck even for a moment.

#imagine #imagines #911 imagine #911 fox #911 lone star #evan buckley #evan buckley imagine #evan buckley x reader #evan buckley oneshot #oliver stark

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frogecstacy · 3 years

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MA'AM may I please request MC getting a new lipstick and goes around kissing the brothers (or just Mammon if all 7 is too much) and leaving lipstick marks on them and the brother's walk around with the lip marks without noticing????? 🥺🥺🥺🥺 Thank youuuu

Hi Anon!! Thank you so much for requesting this.

I did them all separately I hope this is ok

I am always open to asks or like if you have questions about me or how I write or me> I just love getting asks

The Obey Me brothers not noticing your lipstick on them

Lucifer

You had recently bought a new lipstick and wanted to wear it to RAD one morning.

At the act of wearing your new lipstick, it had come to his attention

Was it him or were your lips just looking absolutely amazing today

Did this lipstick have a spell on it because he wanted to kiss your lips pretty bad right now

During the day at RAD he couldn’t contain himself and he pulled you aside and starting kissing you

Your plush lips peppered his face

You kissed his lips and cheeks, before heading to class

However you having to leave quickly and Lucifer not noticing. He had a whole face of lipstick marks

Walking around RAD felt strange as he was getting some stares from lower level demons

He didn’t really think about it till he met up diavolo

Diavolo chuckled and said “you and MC must have been busy.”

Lucifer gave a puzzled look. “What do you mean?”

“Have you looked in the mirror lately.” Diavolo now finding this hilarious and snapping a photo of Lucifer

Lucifer now rushing to a mirror, his face turning red of embarrassment

His face and especially his lips were covered with bright lipstick marks

For once in your life you’ll probably see Lucifer pass away but at the same time rise from Pride

I mean after getting over the lipsticks marks, he basically just showed everyone he is an active relationship that sure as hell is doing good

He’ll feel better about himself and make sure to show off your marks next time

However as gift back to you he’ll shower your neck with some hickeys to show the other demons you belong to someone

Mammon

Okay so this man definitely just lives for your kisses

Like if he could sell his soul for your kisses he would

Now this man is shy so I think he’ll just steal you while your just walking by a classroom

Like you’ll be walking and all of a sudden someone is grabbing your waist and you are being dragged into an empty classroom

In such classroom is your lovely boyfriend Mammon having a pouty face

He’ll be standing there like 👉👈🥺

Totally expecting to just know what he wants

He’ll start to tug at your sleeves and whispers so faintly “I missed ya kisses”

Okay so if you wanted to tease him you’ll be like “Sorry, what was that Mammon? I didn’t quite get it” with a cocky grin plastered on your face

And then all of a sudden he just blurts out “Gah humans! Are ya going deaf. I want kisses alright. Are ya satisfied?”

Now being satisfied with yourself you whisper “yes” quietly into his ear and you will than start kissing his cheek and make your way to the corner of his mouth

He’ll be a blushing mess saying he doesn’t like it but the redness on his ears say otherwise

Now you had totally forgotten that you were wearing a new lipstick and forgot to mention to Mammon that he should wipe his face before leaving

However the bell had rang already and you were going your separate ways assuming Mammon would look into a mirror before class

WRONG!!

This man did his whole class with your lipsticks marks over his face

Now he was getting stares but he just assumed The Great Mammon was finally getting noticed

IT wasn’t until after class that Levi said “Ugh you normies and making out. Wow Mammon looks like you finally got some action”

He should talk

This confused Mammon. There was something on his face?

He went to the mirror and...

BAM!!

He almost had to catch himself from embarrassment

Now he didn’t want to show his vulnerability so he used this to his advantage and was like “Yeah MC are making out. You got a problem with that”

Now just showing off he was in a relationship he was more than happy to boast

After he’ll ask if you can do that again because puppy just loves attention

Levi

Okay so we already know Levi does a lot of online schooling

On the rare occasions he does go into school to write a test he was particularly nervous

You being the amazing S/O you are just shower him with kisses

I mean I think you just killed him

He’s just standing there like 🧍🏼

It will take a moment and than he’ll be like “OH MY GOSH!!”

And this startles you so you’re like “What’s wrong? Did you not like?”

His neck and ears are just fully red and he’s like no I saw a couple do this at RAD one day. Is this how normies feel?”

After realising you kissed him he’s quiet now and he’s silently hinting he wants some more kisses

And again since you are so amazing you’ll be like of course bb

Now smothering him with kisses and forgetting that you are wearing a new lipstick

He just walks into the classroom feeling confident without the knowledge that he has lipstick all over his face

Now he’s getting stares in class but he just knocks it up as he doesn’t go into class often his classmates are just wondering why he’s here

It isn’t until he gets home and starts streaming with his camera on that someone points out that he has lipstick all over his face

He just faints and the comment section blows up saying their boi Levi finally getting some action

He ends the live right there from embarrassment

It isn’t until you get home and see him and you’re like “What’s wrong?”

Now thinking back on the memory gets to embarrassed to talk about it he just says “I like your new lipstick”

“Oh thanks for noticing” you cheerily reply

He over all loves your kisses to he’d rather have your kisses than be getting none of your kisses

Satan

Okay so another cocky mf who loves you and your lips

He’ll probably be reading in the library at school

You’ll show up for your daily chat

You and Satan often meet up in the library for private time to chat quietly

You would meet in the library at the House of Lamentation, but you’re always bound to be interrupted by one of the brothers

So you say your greetings and you’ll kiss Satan on the cheek and you saw the lipstick mark

Now thinking he looked cute you didn’t bother to tell him about it

You guys start to study soon after your catch up and Satan notices you keep staring at his lips and cheek

A sly grin makes it way on his face and he’s like “MC do I have something on my face?”

And not wanting to tell him about the lipstick mark your like “N-no”

This mf just beckons you over to his lap and you sit down

Now staring at each other you start smiling

Man just initiates takeout session

IN THE LIBRARY!!

I want to make out with Satan in a library

Mid make out you get a call from Mammon to hurry over he needs your help

Satan has an annoyed expression on his face

You tell him you’ll continue this when you see him at home

If you know what I mean

You had forgotten to tell Satan he had lipstick marks on his face so it wasn’t until he goes to check out some books that the lady at the desk goes “Ooh Satan! I guess you must've been busy reading someone’s lips”

Satan blushing wondering if the librarian had seen you two

He decided to go to the washroom before he left and he noticed all the marks on him

He was a blushing mess

He was definitely going to give you twice as many marks and litter your neck

Asmo

Okay so he probably was the one he got you this new lipstick

And when your trying it on he’s like out it looks so good, you should wear it at RAD tomorrow

Little did you know he just wanted to make out with you at school tomorrow

So you’re at school and Asmo kinda just shows up and he’s ask “Do you want to go for a walk with me on the field”

And you love spending time with your boyfriend

So your walking on the field and he has his hand on your lower back

He is guiding you to the back of the field

When you get to the back he turns to you and lifts your chin

He goes “I see you are wearing the new lipstick”

You smile and nod hoping he would have noticed

It’s Asmo I pretty sure he can read you easily when it comes to looks and attention

So he just holding your chin up and he slowly leans into kissing you

At this act, if you don’t object or show any signs of discomfort he literally picks you up and lays you on the ground to be more comfortable

Damn his clothes when i comes to your lips

As soon as you hear the bell for you next class, Asmo leans away and you’re red in the face

You notice the lipstick marks and your about to say something about it and apologise because he usually doesn’t like messing up his look

He shushes you and says “I like it when you mark me up”

So he just walks around RAD for the rest of the day with your lipstick marks on him

Boy does he make Mammon jealous when he shows Mammon all your lipstick marks

Beel

Alright so this man is always hungry

And what does he do when he can’t have food

He satisfies his hunger with your kisses

Okay so you and Beel we’re studying and he starts to get hungry and you here his stomach grumble

A literal earthquake might I add

And Beel’s like “baby I’m so hungry”

Of course you don’t like to see your big bear boyfriend upset

However he finished the whole fridge yesterday and Lucifer told him if he touched anything in the fridge until dinner he wouldn’t eat dinner

This man is the cause of world hunger

But he’s your cause of world hunger

So when he gets to hungry to continue studying you ask “is there anyway I can help”

Beel thinks for a minute and he says “your kisses always distract me when I’m nervous. Maybe they’ll do the same.”

So he literally just picks you up like your a feather puts you on his lap

He start to kiss up his neck and than the corners of his mouth

And make your way to his eyelids and you lightly kiss them

At this rate your going to drive Beel mad for your kisses

So he just kinda pushes himself onto your lips and he kisses them till their so puffy

Beel sometimes forget humans need much more air than demons so we he pulls away he sees you are out breath

This reminds you still have work so he puts you down and says “I’ll see you later baby. You helped a lot thanks”

You didn’t have a chance to properly look at his face when he leaves so none of you noticed the amount of lipstick marks on his face

He goes to hang out with Belphie and he’s like “Did you eat MC’s lipstick or something?”

Beel goes to look in the mirror and see’s are your lipstick marks

Now the hunger had subsided and he feels every spot that has been touched

He loves your kisses

Belphie

Okay so you and Belphie often nap a lot

So one day you guys come together from RAD and are absolutely exhausted

At this feeling Belphie suggests you two take a nap in the attic

After you guys lay down on the huge pile of pillows and blankets

Belphie is already knocked out when you turn to look at him

You think he looks so cute when he sleeps

You couldn’t help yourself and kisses his forehead

Quietly snuggling into his embrace you fall asleep

It wasn’t until Belphie had woken up he saw your sleeping figure beside and kissed your cheek

He still had some homework to finish so he thought he would wake you up when he’s done

When he goes downstairs to get hi stuff Mammon goes “Woah that’s some mark you got there”

Belphie now has a confused look and is like “What do you mean?”

“Go look in the mirror”

Belphie heads over to the washroom and sees your lipstick mark flat on his forehead

He gets embarrassed and think its must’ve been when he fell asleep

It calms his heart to when thinking about your act of affection

And he was heading right back up to show you how much he loves you

I hope ya’ll liked it

I literally wrote Levi’s four times because it wasn’t saving

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