#also the way he said nah made me cackle
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Genuine
I apologize it took me almost 2 months to write bcus I hate discussing feelings that much
Warnings: v self indulgent like this some self-discovery type stuff
@vhstown (also lmk if you wanna be tagged or something)
Your book slipped from your lap as you laughed and failed to catch your breath.
Hobie, the source of your amusement, started at you stale faced. Unfortunately for him, this only made you laugh harder.
“Wait,” you gasped out, still trying to catch your breath.
He continued to sideye you as he spoke, “Yeah it’s hilarious, nearly drowned in the Thames, but as long as you’re amused.”
You managed to contain your giggles enough to get your breathing under control and you leaned on his shoulder looking up at him with your best innocent look.
“I’m so happy you didn’t die, darling,” you said, trying your best to copy his accent.
He rolled his eyes at your antics but you could see the small smile he was failing to hide.
You grinned mischievously and he narrowed his eyes at you.
“Hobie Brown, punk extraordinaire, trips into the River Thames mid performance; sounds like a headline. Oh wait…it is one.”
You cackled at your joke, but stopped when he pushed you and you nearly fell into a candle.
“Hobart Brown! I could’ve burned myself.”
“Thought you would’ve laughed it off since you find near-death experiences amusing.”
You snickered and shook your head, “You are so dramatic.”
“Nah, you’re just heartless.”
“Don’t you know how to swim?” you asked.
He glared at you instead of responding.
You gasped, “you don’t?”
He scoffed, “‘Course I do, but I was fifteen and pissed out my mind.”
“So you flailed around like little girl? sounds like a serious lack of survival instincts to me.”
He lunged for you and you reared back, putting your hands up in surrender.
“Ok, ok, I’m sorry I’ll leave you alone.”
He narrowed his eyes at you but he sat back down.
You smirked and muttered, “for now.”
His head jerked back to you and you gave him another innocent look.
He just shook his head at you again.
You watched him for a moment before remembering what you were doing before you nearly laughed yourself to death.
You had rambled to Hobie a week ago about wanting to make a reading nook where you could sit with a blanket and read your favorite books.
After you complained about being bored earlier in the day, he invited you to hang out on his boat and the two of you spent about two hours finding all of his books and making a fort.
It was cramped, and the height of the stacked books made you slightly claustrophobic, but it was still cozy. And it’s not like you hated being close to Hobie.
The candles were his idea, even though you told him it was a fire hazard.
You found your book you dropped, and dusted it off before finding your spot to pick up where you left off.
You found your focus shifting from the book to the conversation you two just had.
Everyone has been embarrassed at least once in their life, It shouldn’t have surprised you like it did.
Hobie was human, humans get embarrassed.
But still…
“Can’t read your mind.”
Hobie’s voice interrupted your thoughts and he turned towards you.
“Hm?” You asked.
“You got a question. Can tell by the way the your looking,” He tilted his head and gave you a lazy smirk. “It’s easier to tell when people with smaller brains are gearing up for a question, their brain can’t really contain it.”
You roll your eyes. You did have a question, but the reason he knew that wasn’t because your brain is small.
Not everyone can be genius.
“Ok. Why are you living in a boat if you had such a mortifying experience with water? I mean personally, I wouldn’t-
You’re cut off by your own laughter as you leap up and dodge him as he lunges for you again.
You’re fast as you dart away, but his legs are longer and he’s much more agile. You almost knocked a candle over trying to get up.
Should’ve ignored his suggestion for those.
He catches up to when you run into the door leading out to deck, bumping your hip harshly into the frame.
He saves you before you can faceplant into the many plants and flowerpots he has cluttering the deck.
You groan as you try to catch your breath, trying in vain to rub out the sting in your hip.
Hobie doesn’t aid in your efforts at all. He digs his long fingers into your ribs as you laughed breathlessly and tried to dodge his fingers.
He doesn’t let up when you trip over your own feet trying to back away from him.
He smoothly slows down your fall, somehow managing to keep a good grip on you even though his fingers are constantly moving and you’re squirming like hell. Stupid guitarist hands.
Speaking of, the rhythm he’s strumming into your ribs is akin to the song he was playing earlier…
“Ok,” you gasp, “I give up I’m sorry!”
He doesn’t let up at all.
“Nahh, it’s a bit late for that, where’s all that energy from before huh?”
“It’s gone” you grit out, still tying, in vain, to squirm away.
“Hobie pleaseee,” you beg. Well it was more of a wheeze.
He continues spidering his fingers up and down your ribcage, pretending to give thought to your plea.
“Don’t know if I can do that love, still haven’t heard a good apology.”
You whine and squirm a little more but eventually give in.
“Ok, ok I'll apologize," you gasp out and he leans back, finally.
“I’m so sorry, I’m sure the performance was amazing and the dive just amplified it. Y’know the unpredictable nature of punks and that?”
He snorts and stands to his feet, pulling you up to stand in front of him.
“Your apology was still rubbish, but you recovered in the end.”
You rolled your eyes and leaned into his chest, still panting like a dog.
He wraps his arms around you pulling you even closer, softie.
You finally regain control of your lungs and took a deep breath inhaling the scent of leather and scented smoke wafting off of Hobie, you probably smelled the same considering the candles.
He rested his chin on the top of your head and you knew he was probably still waiting on you to ask your question from earlier.
“I was surprised that you got embarrassed.” You muttered out, feeling a bit stupid as you did so.
He pulled back slightly and gave you a confused look.
You sighed and pulled back further turning to lean against the very short railing wrapping around the deck. Yet another hazard, if he wasn’t careful he might fall off this boat.
“I know it’s kinda dumb, but I was surprised. I mean embarrassment kinda requires you to care what people think and you being you…” You trailed off.
He nodded and tilted his head back and forth a few times before responding, “I don’t care what they think, but feelings don’t really respond to logic.”
"No they certainly don't," you mumble.
You can't really describe the tightening in your chest and the pressure in your brain, and you don't really want to.
Unfortunately for you...
Hobie knocks his knuckles against your forehead, wordlessly communicating exactly what he emans.
You roll eyes and take another deep breath before you respond.
"You wear everything on your sleeve; everything about you screams-genuine. And sure you've got a lot of other things going on but you don't...hide. I just don't understand it I guess. Not everybody does that and-
"I don't hold a grudge against you for it."
You're not surprised at the interruption, more at the fact that he read you so well.
You grimace and look away to gather yourself before you speak again.
"I-I know that but sometimes I worry."
He hums and pulls your hands into his, fidgeting with the ring he made that rests on your middle finger.
You're grateful for the distraction and direct your eyes down to your connected hands as you continue.
"I don't wanna say the wrong thing, and you not even be able to get what I mean because I can't...show it."
You shrug and let your hands fall out of his, subconsciously closing yourself off while you try to breathe through the straining in your sternum.
He places his hands on your shoulder and gently rubs his hands up and down your arms. It's not that you need to be warmed up, but the action calms you down and breathing becomes much easier.
You look up at him and he gives you that stupid smirk of his.
The one that made you fall in love with him.
"I've known you for a while now doll; you think you're closed off and cold, but you're not. You're a lil' emotionally stunted-"
You roll your eyes, while his twinkle.
"But I don't fault you for it. What's the point in being the same anyway, weren't made for it y'know? You're plenty expressive; I can see it in your eyes, in your body language, in that little lip twist you do when you're trying to be nice."
He brings you closer to him, one hand resting at the small of your back, the other one the railing behind you.
"You've let me in, I'm not going anywhere."
You give him a small smile and he matches it before tilting your chin up and leaning down to give you a kiss.
You return it and your smile widens when you pull away.
It drops in the very next second when you hear thud from inside the boat and the distinct sound of fire scorching paper.
Your eyes widen and you push away from to run back inside.
You bump your hip on the door frame again but you ignore the pain and scramble to put out the fire that's singed your book.
Luckily, you caught it before it could really spread and only the corner of the book is burnt.
Hobie snorts from the doorway and you turn to glare at him.
"Well I've got a idea of what you're feeling now."
You huff and shake your head, " I told you it was a fire hazard."
He shrugs, "It was pretty. 'Sides you've got quick reflexes; you caught it in time."
You smirk and toss the book to the ground, better to not have anything in your hands when you run.
"Yeah I do, they're really quick. I definitely wouldn't have have tripped off a boat and forgot I knew how to swim."
As soon as you finish your sentence you take off, and damn him for being a giant because he's right on your heels.
i did it 😭😭😭✊🏾
#hobie brown x reader#hobie brown x fem!reader#hobie brown fic#atsv hobie#spider punk#hobie brown#fromphoetou
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Headcanons of Alastor Finding the Merch
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Alastor X Human Reader
🔥Also starring Arson Cat🔥
Yay! Let's get started!
Its been a good while since The Radio Demon was summoned.
The human that did was kind enough to let him stay in their humble abode until they could find a way to send him back home.
On that first day his shadows made themselves comfortable in the dark corners and spaces through out the floor, keeping eyes on the human and some chasing after the cat.
The feline did not like him. That was until he did something that caught their attention.
🔥 Fire meow meow.
Now, he was helping the human with cooking recipes. Shopping on occasion, and the human even bought him a radio from his era.
"I thought it'd be nice if you had something familiar in your room.", they said as they handed him the radio.
"Do you need me to kill someone?", he asks.
"No?", they respond confused. "Its a gift. I don't expect for you to do something for me after."
It was odd. People did things that would benefit them, but here was this person doing something out of genuine kindness. Something he hasn't experienced in a long time.
"Thank you. I shall take care of it."
💞Quick POV switch💞
You stared at the screen for a good while, debating whether you should purchase the item.
New merch was released and you wanted to get that stained glass looking pin so badly. It just looked so pretty and you are a sucker for stained glass. One of the greatest art forms out there.
I could get this..but what if I'm not home and Alastor gets it? Would he open it? You think as you're adding it to cart, remembering that your other packages that you've gotten were not opened. Nah. It'll be fine.
And you get the new pin with a few other items.
*cackles* 💞POV switch💞
Alastor was trying to figure out how to work your record player radio.
He knew he had to press a button but couldn't figure out which one. The human had shown him but then he forgot. The record he wanted to play was already put in but it was the damn buttons that had him at a loss.
"Is it this one?", he mumbled, moving his hand to press the button.
Then there was a sudden knock on the door.
With a quick snap of his fingers, Alastor was now in his human disguise and made his way to the door.
"Coming!", he said before looking through the peep hole, finding no one but a box. "Hm, that might be the stand mixer.", he mumbled as he opened the door.
At some point, the human had mentioned buying a stand mixer.
Bringing in the box, he found it was surprisingly light. Shutting the door and setting it down on the counter, Alastor returned to his demon form and tapped his microphone.
The eye of the mic opened up, looking at the demon with a questionable glare.
"Connect to the human's phone, they've got a package."
The mic's eye does a quick roll, slightly annoyed but does as told and connects to the phone.
Idk fanfic logic or something. I'm tired.
"Hello?", the human's voice comes through.
"Afternoon! You have received a package just now and I was wondering if it's the stand mixer?", he asks, looking down at the box. "Its somewhat small."
"Hmm.. Let me check.", they say and there's some fumbling on the other end.
The deer demon waits patiently as the human looks for the "electronic mail", or e-mail as they call it.
"It might be it. I did get a confirmation.", they mumble. "Can you open it and check?"
"Of course.", he says, cutting the tape on the box with his claws and opening the box.
After moving the bubble wrap, he pauses when seeing a familiar key printed on a scarf.
"That's strange."
"What?"
He picks up the scarf and inspects it, then he looks at the other items, finding a pin with his face on it.
"Did you have something costum made to look like me?", he asks.
"AA-!", the line goes dead.
"Hello?"
😱 *dun dunn duuunnnn* POV switch💞
You quickly called in an emergency with your boss (who thankfully let you leave early) and rushed your way home.
On the way, your thoughts were going wild.
Why didn't I get an e-mail from the damn store!? Shit shit shit shit shit shit!!! I'm going to have to explain everything. Oh god.
You get home, opening the door and peaking your head in. Not seeing anyone to greet you.
Should I be worried? You wonder as you enter and close the door behind you.
After putting all your stuff down, there's a red silhouette by the record player. Not a second later, he turns around.
"You got back quickly. Could you help remind me of what buttons to press? I seem to have gotten confused.", Alastor says and focuses on the record player again.
"Ok..", you say and go over to help, telling him what button to press to change from radio to the record player.
"Finally!", he says once the music starts playing.
Looking around, you find the box with the shark printed on it on the kitchen counter. Along with all the merch you bought taken out of it. Walking up to it, all you can think of is..
Fuck.
"Oh yes, did you get it costum made? Its quite nice.", he says from right behind you.
"Um..about that.", you say and turn your body to face him but do not look him in the eye. "I've got to tell you something."
🙃 I would feel terrified. Would you?
You both sat on the couch quietly. Just facing forward and not making eye contact.
Its been a good minute after explaining the different dimensions and cartoons/animation that he's from.
Not daring to make any sound or sudden movements, you wait for him to say something.
.....
Which might take a bit more time.
"So.."
Nevermind.
"I am to understand that I somehow crossed dimensions, landing here on a different Earth from the one I know?"
"Mhm.", you nod.
"But there are a few similarities with the serial killers, demons and angels?"
"Yep."
"And not everyone believes in them like on the Earth I came from and the sins are the same, correct?"
"Yeah, I think?"
"Interesting..", he mumbles. "And I am from a cartoon?"
You nod with another hum of agreement.
It goes quiet again.
Now feeling a little less anxious, you take a few breaths and fiddle with the hem of your shirt to distract yourself.
"I have one question."
"Hm?", you look over to find the Radio Demon also looking at you.
"How did I end up here?", he asks. "If I recall correctly, you said that summoning wasn't your intention when I had arrived."
How did he end up here? You think. I wasn't summoning anything. The only spell I was working on was an-
You freeze in place.
"Oh fuck."
Then your phone made a notification noise. It wad the e-mail letting you know the package for the hazbin hotel merch was delivered.
The stand mixer didn't come until the next day.
I want it so bad. 😭
~Seline, the person.
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Since there's a hickeygate talk is going on I'll slide in to say till this day i always always wonder what exactly lead them to that moment. I mean we know jm bite jk beacuse jk wouldn't let him down but my main question is why was a jk even holding a jm bridal style ? What made jk do that? What kind of conversation they were having? Or jungkook just saw a cute jimin (we all know how cute jm get's when he's drunk and how even a sober jungkook has hard time not cooing over his jiminie hyung) and couldn't help himself and just picked him up? I understand if jk is carrying jm bridal style when there's people around you cause it somehow makes you feel you're safe nd not doing anything sus but doens't it get intimated when you're alone? Like this is literally a scene from drama Cause two main characters are having a nice drink and suddenly one of them pick up the other bridal style (I'm sure they were giggling like crazy) and the other one asks the 1st one to let him go but the one carrying simply doens't want to (does jk not get tired? like imagine not wanting to let someone down but just hold them and spin around and my boy jm i know he has a strength kinl lol) let go so the other one decides the best way to make it happen is bite on the one who's carry and not just here or there but exactly on the neck? Like he couldn't have bite jk's shoulder? Couldn't have hit jk on the chest? Couldn't have pinched him somewhere? Nah my guy said that's my man and i can do whatever i want so he simply bite on down on his neck. It's a hicky or bite or whatever people prefers to call it is another conversation but for how long he was biting jks neck (for the people who don't wanna belive he sucked who thinks jm would bite jk that hard to leave a mark 🙄) that he left mark there for atleast 2-3 days?? Like ppl really think jm is a monster or something? Like if i bite myself hard enough which will pain me enough to let go of something it still isn't leave a mark that will last for 2-3 days (we saw the next 2 days practice nd jk having the mark there the one where they told us being the 1st day after the"bite" and the next day where jk is wearing that black tea and loose pants which was a LOOK of jk that everyone was gagging over). If i bite myself hard enough it still won't leave a mark which can't disappear after some min or hrs but people surely do think it's a bite mark.
Bite mark or hicky it's still intimate to go Someone that kind of mark on their neck. It's like we kiss we fk but we nothing just frnds with these two men.
Anyways I'm still curious what caused jk to suddenly bridal carry jm and for jm to not think of anything else but bite.
The intimacy!! And what do you mean what CAUSED JK to just suddenly bridal carry Jimin?? Thats just what they DO lmao to the point where Jimin so much as looks like he might want to be carried or looks somewhat carriable or just bends a certain way where he would be easy to pick up.... Jungkooks muscle memory kicks in and he just automatically scoops him up 🤣🤣
This TikTok doesn't *super* relate, but also sorta does and makes me cackle with laughter every time😂
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You’re Always On My Mind(Pt. 2)
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Content Warnings: fluff to somewhat angst back to fluff again, ALSO it gets kind of suggestive towards the end so just a heads up
Character(s): GN!Reader(no pronouns mentioned), Ike Eveland, Mysta Rias(Platonic), Nina Kosaka(Platonic)
Authors Notes: hehe :)
ALSO i snuck a lil reference into this, so if you can guess what I was inspired by, props to you :)
[Part 1] [Part 2: YOU ARE HERE]
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You’re Always On My Mind(Pt. 2)
It’s been a few months since that one stream, and you and Ike have resumed normal relations as per usual. For the most part at the very least, unfortunately for you, you haven’t stopped your pining for him which somehow seems to build up more and more with each passing day.
Thankfully for you, you found yourself getting away from your computer and streaming for a few days when you found yourself invited to join one of Nina’s off-collabs. What she failed to mention was that she also invited Ike. So imagine your surprise when you, Mysta, and Nina are all sitting around one mic and Ike bursts through the door with a bababooey. You find yourself at a loss for words silently cursing at Nina but turning back towards the screen, smiling softly. “Well well chat, look what the cat dragged in.”
You hear a noise of protest as Ike takes a seat beside you, shaking his head. Feeling your heart rate speed up exponentially, you turn away from Ike, lest your expression betrays you with how warm it felt. “So anyways, as I was saying-,” Nina turns back to the screen, a slight smirk on her face.
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After stream, you find yourself wandering into the kitchen of the Air BnB, opening the fridge, and popping open a can of coke. You smile fondly as you hear the screams of your fellow coworkers, Fuu-chan's infamous tea kettle wheeze, and Nina cackling echoing from the living room into the kitchen. ‘Probably playing Mario Kart or something,’ you shrug to yourself, moving to close the fridge door. A hand reaches over your shoulder, preventing you from shutting the door. You yelp in surprise, turning around to see Ike leaning over you to grab a can of Coke for himself. Despite reaching over you, Ike seems just as startled as you, seeing you suddenly turn around to come face to face with him. “Oh! My bad, I probably should have waited,” he said, a faint flush on his face as rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. You shook your head vigorously, smiling at him, “Nah it’s fine, you just caught me off guard.” The two of you stand there in silence until Ike breaks it by cracking open his can. It made a satisfying hissing sound followed up by the sound of Ike’s small gasp of relief after he took a sip. You couldn’t hide the way your eyes trailed down from his lips to his Adam’s Apple bobbing in his throat from each gulp he took, and you had to avert your gaze before your traitorous eyes gave you away.
“Were you going to join them?” you gesture towards the living room area with your head, where you can hear Enna hurling out a string of colorful words demonstrating her vocabulary. Ike shook his head, “I’m actually a bit worn out from my flight, but I wouldn’t mind some company….someone to talk to,” he smiled gazing at you. You placed a hand on your face as if in mock surprise, “Wow! Ike Eveland asking for me specifically? I must be something special hm?” you teased him, a grin on your face. Uncharacteristically, you can see a faint flush on his face as he turns away, “It’s nothing like that, I just like your company. I don’t know how to describe it but I feel at ease when I’m with you. Is that so bad?” You find yourself at a loss for words and you find yourself suddenly chugging your Coke to try and ease up the warmth on your face. Unfortunately for you, you find that you drank it perhaps a little too quickly causing it to go down the wrong pipe. You choke, quickly whipping up your elbow to cover your mouth as you double over trying to stop your coughing. Ike reaches a hand over to rest on the small of your back to help support you.
You stand up, grimacing at yourself. “Sorry, seeing your friend choke on their drink probably wasn’t the way you thought your evening was going to go huh?” You laugh, finding yourself emphasizing the ‘friend’ part of your statement. Ike frowned, your words seemingly putting him deep in thought. “Friend? I would argue that you’re more than a friend to me.” You blinked, confused by his words, “What do you mean? That’s what we are, are we not?” you tilt your head to the side, gazing at him curiously. Ike opens his mouth as if to say something, but stops himself, “I just….y’know what nevermind,” he shakes his head, turning around to toss his now empty can of Coke into the recycling bin. You panic a bit, eyes wide as you watch his figure retreat out of the kitchen, “Ike? Did I say something wrong?”
Ike’s steps falter, as he looks over his shoulder at you, a gentle yet somewhat despondent smile gracing his face. “No, you didn’t say anything wrong, don’t worry. I’m gonna go rest, I’m tired. Goodnight Y/N.” he cuts himself short, heading towards the stairs to go upstairs. You watch him walk up, and for some reason, you’re not entirely sure what compelled you to do so, but you move after him, climbing up the stairs, your heart pounding in your chest. “Ike wait!” you barely make it to the top of the stairs, grabbing onto his hand, right as he was going to shut the door. Ike jolts, staring at you in bewilderment, his eyes wide. “Ike listen to me….did I say something that upset you?”
He hesitated, something rare. Usually, Ike was so decisive and quick to make decisions, but at the moment, he seemed so unsure as if he was treading on eggshells. “Well…” he paused, refusing to meet your gaze, “Earlier, when you called me just a friend….well, for me I would consider us something more than that. We’ve grown pretty close these past few months so I just-” He let out a sigh, trying to recollect himself, “Call me oversensitive, but it just rubbed me the wrong way, I guess. There wasn’t anything wrong with what you said, don’t worry.” Ike moved as if to continue shutting the door, but you jammed your foot against the bottom, preventing him from doing so. Instead, you pushed it open more, a concerned expression on your face. “Ike….are you trying to say what I think you are? That you…like me?” You’re absolutely flabbergasted at your own statement, and you can feel your face flush with warmth involuntarily as you stare at the ground, flustered.
“Well, I might as well be truthful at this point. I do, I really do. I like you a lot Y/N. And…well I thought that, maybe we could have been something a bit more, but what you said earlier, you don’t reciprocate my feelings, do you? And that’s fine, I wouldn’t want you to force someone that you don’t have feelings for.” You stare at him, unsure of what to say, his words still dawning on you. Tentatively, you took a step forward into his room, and thankfully Ike didn’t stop you. "You like me? You’re not messing with me right?” you ask quietly, as if afraid of hearing his answer.
“I do, I’ve liked you for a while now. But I suppose it doesn’t matter now,” a hint of bitterness can be heard in his tone, “It’s fine, I have nothing more to say.” He moves to shut the door, but your foot holds steady. Against your better judgment, you press a hand to his cheek, forcing him to look at you. “Ike….I like you, a lot in fact, and I’ve been scared to tell you about this because I wasn’t sure that you would feel the same!” You bite your lip, taking a deep breath to steady your shaky body, “It’s just crazy unfair to me, how I could like you so much,” you added. Realizing how close you were to each other, you moved to give him some space, but his arm wrapped around your waist holding you firmly in place. You can feel him pulling you in closer, his chest pressing against your body. You can hear his breathing against your ear and a light chuckle that escapes his lips. “You’re adorable, do you know that?” You practically combust on the spot from how close his lips were to yours, all you would have to do is turn slightly and your lips would meet. “A-adorable? Me??” You reluctantly detach yourself from where you’re pressed up against him. “Yes, you.” a fond smile dances on his face, his eyes softening as he gazes at you. There is a brief pause before Ike speaks once more, “Y/N…let’s make what you said about, ‘friend’ earlier, null and void. And from now on…” he leans in brushing a hand behind your head, cradling it in his palm, “You never forget just how much you mean to me.”
Ike’s lips are on yours and before you realize it, you’re pressed up against the wall, fingers tangled in his hair. You let out a noise of surprise as your mouths move with each other as if in a dance. “Dammit…” you hear Ike curse when the two of you part for air. In one swift movement, he takes off his glasses setting them off to the side, continuing to make out with you, his hands running up along your sides. You barely notice when he lifts you up, pulling you towards the bed, his foot, tugging on the door shutting it behind him.
Bonus:
The door shutting upstairs wasn’t anything alarming to Nina, but judging by the scuffle she could hear from upstairs and the fact that you hadn’t come back downstairs told her everything she needed. “I win, you owe me big time,” she grins at Mysta, sticking her tongue out. “Goddammit, fuck me.” He shook his head, “Took them long enough, all that lovey-dovey sexual tension between the two of them was starting to get to me.”
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Follower celebration ask!
Prompt: response to I love you is “I love me too”
Character: Soap (because he’s a loveable dumbfuck 🤣)
Also I feel like he’d think it was a joke for a second, hence “I love me too” and then he’d realize they were serious and chase after them lol
Hee hee, this one was fun! I didn't exactly follow what you had in mind but this scenario made me cackle like a madman. So!
Warnings: Drinking, tipsy reader and Soap, misunderstandings.
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Nights out with the two boys were always something else. You couldn't actually keep up with them in terms of drinking, and had long since given up on that. Instead you stayed comfortably tipsy, watching Gaz and Soap go round for round yet again.
"I am not carrying either of you back to base," you reminded them, grinning, watching as Gaz nearly overbalanced and tipped off his stool.
"Won't need to be carried," Gaz muttered, eyeing the bottom of his beer like he was debating getting another. "New round, yeah?" And he hopped off his stool and headed up to the bar.
You giggled at the look on Soap's face. His hair was mussed from the day, eyes still bright despite the amount of alcohol he had in his system. In short, he was still gorgeous.
"Wha's tha look for?" He blinked at you, slow and mostly focused.
"Nothing, nothing." You attempted to wave him off. You were not drunk enough to think telling him was a good idea.
"Tell me," he wheedled, leaning close to you and somehow not falling off his stool.
You huffed at him, torn between amusement and exasperation. "Just... thinking. You're having fun."
"Aye," the scot agreed slowly, blinking at you again. "Wi' my best mates, aye?"
You warmed at that. It wasn't quite the way you wanted him to think of you, but it was close enough. "Aye."
He grinned and reached over, probably aiming for your hair but missing and nearly poking you in the eye instead. You swatted his hand away, laughing, and probably would have devolved into further tussling had Gaz not come back with the next round.
"What are we drinking to this time?" Gaz asked, passing the beers out.
"Best mates!" Soap crowed immediately, hand steady as he picked up his drink.
"I'll drink to that." You clinked your glass against his and then Gaz's. Because clearly you had the brains tonight, you did not chug your drink, like the two idiots in front of you did.
Instead you sipped your drink and watched the two of them chat, telling embellished stories of past missions with grand motions and exaggerated sound effects (mostly from Soap). It was fun. And carefree.
And really cemented just how much you loved the Scottish idiot in front of you.
Gaz called it a night first, waving to you both as he made his way out. You opted to stay with Soap and make sure he got back okay.
"What's on yer mind?" Soap leaned in closer to you, elbow propped on the table.
"Life stuff," you answered, dry as dust, and laughed at the face he made.
"Aw, c'mon," he whined. "Tell me!"
You shook your head with a smile. "Nah. Just. Thinking how much I love you."
"Aye?" He blinked at you and then nodded wisely. "I love me, too." He quickly devolved into snickering.
Your heart ached but you smiled through it. "'Course you do," you agreed. "Come on. Time to head back, before it gets any later. Or Price will have both our heads."
He grumbled and groaned but gave in. You both paid your tabs and then headed back, stumbling together and giggling probably too loudly for the time of night. But you made it back fine and went your separate ways to go sleep.
And you figured that was the last of it.
Until Soap dropped down across from you at lunch time, a strange look on his face that you'd never seen before. "So," he started, smug and amused and all kinds of things. "Ye love me, do ye...?"
You stopped, wide-eyed, feeling like the kid who got caught with their hand in the cookie jar. "Um?" That was really more of a squeak than an actual word.
"I remember," he said, leaning in closer, eyes so blue and so bright. "Did ye mean it?"
"Would I have said it otherwise?" You shook your head, pushing your tray away. "You were drunk, I think you're misremembering."
"Ah'm no'." Faster than you expected, his hand whipped out to grab yours. "I remember, see, 'cause I love you too."
You stopped dead,s taring at him, eyes wide. "You... do?"
"Mmhm. Have for ages." His smile turned bashful, almost. "Yer stuck with me now, darlin'."
Somehow, as your smile stretched your lips so wide it hurt, you didn't mind one bit.
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Could you do a short little writeup/one shot thing (you don’t have a write a whole lot if you don’t want to/the prompt isn’t inspiring!) Of a sub fem!reader friend of Tim’s, who’s sharing a hotel room with him right now, and really wants to be roughly dominated by Tim but is wayyyy too shy and awkward to approach him or talk about it?.. (Not too big on the degradation kink, I like me some praise, instead. Being roughly pinned down though? Yes.)
Sure thing, anon! I will attempt praise without degradation. I'm always thinking about Brian or Tim in some way, so this prompt is no problem. Sorry if the shot feels disjointed, I wrote the first half about 2 months ago when I received this ask. Might come back and do some finishing touches later as I also have a headache. Full fic under the cut.
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She's Unreal | Masky x afab!reader | 1.7k words
one-shot masterlist | mdni | cw: praise, begging, Tim calls you a good girl, rough sex, restraints/bondage, hotel sex, unprotected sex, creampie, reader gets not so shy, they're both just really horny, reader doesn't know what to do with herself
You watched as he pulled the wardrobe from the wall, checking for any hidden spyware. He was so obsessed with the search for cameras and microphones, you were surprised he had yet to find any the past week. You took the time to check him out, admiring the bulk in his arms and legs. He could throw you. You were sure of it. You wanted it.
You wouldn't mind that at all - him throwing you around a little.
"Nothing over here either," Tim said abruptly, shoving the wardrobe back against the wall. You looked down, hiding the heat on your face. Be real. He'd barely even touched you before, besides saving your life those few times. You were... partners, but not in that way! Maybe you had good reason to be so horny for him all the time but damn - if he ever found out he'd probably think you were some kind of freak. He'd probably even think about all the times you've thought about him just like now! You wouldn't live through that sort of embarrassment. Imagine being rejected and made fun of for being horny for Tim - Brian would never let you live it down for sure. Not you! You wouldn't hear the end of it.
"You feeling alright?" he asked.
It took you a moment to realize he had been talking to you the entire time. You weren't sure what to say. Your head was a blurry mess, begging for him to rail you against the hotel wall. Or the floor. Or the bed. All these thoughts went straight between your legs.
"I'm fine," you blurted.
He gave you an odd look and chose to sit down right beside you. Fuck. You squeezed your legs together and placed your hands in between them, trying to act naturally, but not sure what to do with yourself.
Tim glanced down toward your hands, but quickly averted his gaze. God, you wished he'd stare at your body like that more often. You wondered if he thought about you in the same way when he looked at your legs, but you guessed it was a long shot. You also wondered if he stared at your ass at work.
"Something's up. You plan on telling me what's wrong?"
You shook your head.
"Nah, just thinking."
He seemed close, his leg brushing up against yours, and your hips almost touching. Putting his hand on your knee, he squeezed firmly as he started to speak.
"I just wanna make sure you're okay."
A whine left your body at his touch, completely unasked for. Shit. You're too shy to meet his gaze, but his grasp stayed firm on your leg. Squeezing your legs together even tighter, you tried to fold yourself out of existence.
"Oh" Tim mumbled something to himself, a little too soft for you to hear.
"God damn," he called you by your name and fell into a fit of raspy cackles. If you didn't want to erase yourself so hard right now, you'd be telling yourself how sexy his laugh was. You were down bad.
Shrugging your shoulders, you watched as his hand wandered a bit higher. You felt as he pushed his torso into yours and his breath reached your neck.
"Are you turned on right now?"
Tim's voice came out barely louder than a whisper. You could not believe you were hearing the words come out of his mouth. More so, you had no idea how you were going to slip your way out of this mess.
One of his arms slinked its way behind you, while the one on your leg left to grab your face. Rough, calloused fingers squished your cheeks together and forced you to look him in the eyes.
"I'm sure I'm reading the room right, aren't I? I saw you rubbing yourself. Tryin' to hide it all cute."
He laughed as your eyes widened. Had you been touching yourself? Had you been grinding up against your hands without even noticing?
"C'mon, sweetheart. Don't be afraid."
Nodding slightly, you glanced toward his pants. You felt your pussy throb at the sight. He was hard and clearly horny too.
"Aww," he said, "were you too shy to say anythin'? Too shy to tell me what you want, pretty thing?"
You keep nodding along, unable to speak. He ran his thumb across your lips.
"I need you to say it though. Tell me what you want. Tell me you need me like a good girl,"
Leaning into him further, you couldn't believe what was happening. You had the most depraved thoughts about this man, but saying how badly you needed him was so unbearably embarrassing.
"I want you," you told him.
"Imma need more than that, baby. Let me know what you want."
"I want you to fuck me. Want you to use me and make me your good girl."
Your words came out needy. Between your legs, you could feel yourself getting wetter and wetter.
"Oh, sweet thing,"
Words so soft, eyes so sweet, he pushed you back onto the mattress. He knew you could take a lot, hopefully, he also knew that you desperately needed to be dicked down. Letting out an oomph as your back hit the mattress, you watched as he crawled up to you. The sound of his belt coming off filled the room.
"You want me to use you? That's not a light request darlin'. Turn around."
Doing what he said, you shifted onto your stomach. He grabbed your arms and you felt him tie them behind you with his belt. You stuffed your face against the pillow, already trying to stop whines and moans from pouring out of you.
"Don't worry, babygirl. Not gonna be so shy in a minute. You're gonna have so much fun lettin' me use you how I want. Now let me take these off you."
He reached around you, unbuttoning your pants. He pulled them off in two big tugs, the fabric of the jeans scraping at your sensitive skin. Impatient, he tugged at the crotch of your panties, ripping them off of you completely. Tutting, he spoke.
"You're already so wet for me. Such a good girl, wetting yourself for my dick. You're gonna take it so well, I can tell, pretty thing."
He ran his hand along your bare ass, squeezing and fondling you, spreading you open for him to see. How could you ever expect him to see you like this?
He ran a finger up and down your slit before pushing inside of you. You squealed into the pillow.
"That's it, baby. Just making sure you're all good and ready for me. You are, aren't you? Your perfect little cunt is just achin' for me."
Whining as he pulled out, you felt him pull his own pants down and off, throwing them in the corner of the room. Hands gripping onto your hips, he pulled your ass up into the air, shoving a pillow under them. Suddenly, he was leaning over you, pushing his hand into your upper back as he pushed his cock inside.
"Oh, fuck!" you moaned as he stretched you out. Were you dreaming?
He let out a deep groan as he bottomed out, resting his weight on top of you. He was holding back, but he had completely caged you in with his body and was pushing you down into the bed.
"You doing alright?" he hummed.
You were doing more than alright.
"Yes, please-" you started.
"Please? Please, what? You want me to go harder for you," you nodded as he spoke, "I know you're a feisty thing, you can take it can't you? You can take my cock pounding you like a good girl?"
"Yes, please, I want you to fuck me already."
"Good girl. You're shy but you know how to beg just right for me."
With heavy movements, Tim started to thrust into you, starting at a slow pace. Your arms tied behind your back didn't help you move much, but it didn't stop Tim from grabbing your face and lifting your head from the pillow.
"Yeah, don't muffle them cute little sounds you make." he squished your cheeks between his fingers, turning you to look at him. His body was pressed close against your back, each sharp thrust sending your hips rutting into the mattress.
"Fuck me faster, please," you mumbled.
"Huh? This not rough enough, yet?"
You shook your head letting out moans and breathless begging.
"Don't worry. I'm just enjoying your tight pussy. Does it get tighter the rougher I get? Will you squeeze around my cock like a good girl?"
Rolling your eyes back, you limped your head forward. Was this really happening? It's everything you've ever wanted and more. You keened as he suddenly slammed into you, starting a brutal pace. The bed creaked under both of you and the heat of his breath was intense against your neck. Tim groaned into your ear.
"It does! You've been wanting me for such a long time, haven't you? If your cunt keeps sucking me in like that it's gonna make me cum. You wanna cum for me, too? I bet you'll look all pretty cumming around me."
"Yes, please! Please make me cum around your cock." You were panting as you spoke, spent by him fucking you.
"Not shy for much longer, be a good girl and take it." Tim positioned his right arm around you, reaching to rub your clit. You were already so swollen and sensitive, it didn't take long for your pussy to throb.
"Oh shit. Keep doing that, please."
"Since you ask so nicely," he said, grinding into you with the perfect tempo. You felt the tension of your orgasm building until you had been pushed over the edge.
"I'm cumming!"
"Fuck, yes! Keep cumming like a good girl."
He didn't stop rubbing and fucking you as you came, forcing you to ride it out on his cock.
"Can I cum inside you, sweetheart?" he asked.
"Yes!" you gasped. He wasted no time, his rutting became sparse and stuttered. You could feel him fill you up, stretching around your sore lips one last time. He pulled out collapsing beside you. Cum started to drip out of you.
"Let's get this off ya," he said, tugging the belt off your wrists. Exhausted, you nodded along, letting him unbind you.
"Do you feel used enough? Or do I need to go harder next time?"
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"Jaune Gets A Gun AU - Day 2"
Detention's Aftermath...
Inspired by @howlingday's RU-JA-GUN-CON
Jaune and his companions dragged themselves into the two quarter's full cafeteria, and by muscle memory alone made their way to JNPR's & RWBY's customary table. Jaune, Ruby and Pyrrha slid into their traditional seats, while Emerald, Tiny Tina and Jinx stayed standing. Trying to figure out where they should also take a seat.
Yang: You guys look like sh...!
Nora: Rennie!
Ren: On it.
With a metal against glass clink, and a heavy thud, a special bottle lands on the table before Yang.
Yang: (Deadpans) Seriously?
Nora: Yep. Now pay up you hooligan.
Ruby: Jaune?
Jaune: Yes?
Ruby: Do we...?
Jaune: Nah, free pass for today... considering. (Looks up at those who are still standing) Just grab a seat, no need to keep standing. We'll make room.
Emerald nods and starts to take a seat near Ruby, the one member of RWBY she actually kind of likes being around, only to hear her name being called.
Emerald: Cinder?
Cinder: (Storming over.) Where have you been? We have things to go over!
Emerald: (Stammering) Sorry, I was at the gun show, and...
Cinder: Unacceptable! You will come with me at once!
Jaune: No.
Cinder: What? Excuse me?
Jaune: I said no. She's going to sit and have something to eat, first. She's had a long day, as we all have...
Cinder: like I care...
Jaune: IF you were an actual competent team-leader, you would understand... which apparently you're not.
Five out of the eleven seated/standing about the table felt their hearts thumping erratically, the other five just watched dumbstruck as Jaune dressed down a fellow leader.
Emerald: It's okay, I'll...
Jaune: Emerald, you're getting something to eat before anything else. Now you (looks at Cinder) are welcome to sit with us while she has some supper... or you can bugger off, and she'll meet up with you once she's had her fill. Your choice.
Cinder: (Glaring) You...
Jaune: (Never once flinching or breaking eye contact) Your choice...
With a huff and a snort, Cinder whirled about and stalked off.
Emerald: (Whispering) Thank you.
Blake: Well, that was... something. So who are?
Jaune: Oh, sorry! Introductions.
Weiss: You shouldn't have to be reminded to be polite, dolt. I thought you had more class than that, but I guess I was mistak...
Weiss stopped speaking, a creeping sense of doom crawling up her spine. A quick look about, she understood the source, or rather the five sources of that feeling.
Jaune: Anyway, This is Jinx and Tiny Tina, their frie...
Tiny Tina: J-Baby's my King, and this Queen is getting some sugar tonight!
Jinx: He's my husband, as he promised years ago, so you can all...
Yang, Blake, Ren and Nora all looked about, and after seeing Ruby and Pyrrha nod their heads, the quartet all reached forward and put some lien into the swear jar. Weiss for her part just looked baffled.
????: OW, that HURTS!
????: (Laughing cruelly) Told you these were real!
Jaune: (Recognizing that look in Jinx and Tin'as eyes) Guys, don't!
Tiny Tina: (giggling) Time to shank some bitches!
Jinx: (cackling) Whatever, let's just start shooting!
Jaune: PLEASE don't...
Screams and chaos erupted as Tiny Tina and Junix whirled around and opened up on the far side of the cafeteria. RWBY, JNPR and Emerald all watched as CRDL's entire table dove for cover. Juane slumped in his seat, totally defeated, as the remainder of his friends watched the spreading anarchy with morbid fascination.
Glynda: What is the MEANING OF THIS?
The action came to an instant stand still, or at least attempted to as Russel tried to make a break for it, only to hear a beep under his foot.
Tiny Tina: (cackling) Don't move.
Glynda: (Pointing at Jinx and Tint) Explanations! Now!
Jinx: Duh, they're bullies, so that's like an instant free pass, and besides... I'm crazy! Got a doctor's note.
Glynda reached up and pinched the bridge of her nose. She knew the headaches from today weren't over yet.
Glynda: Mr Arc!
Jaune: Yes, professor?
Glynda: Your associates have a detention for tomorrow, make sure...
An explosion followed by a shower a debris cut her off. Glynda instantly turned her glare towards Tiny Tina.
Tiny Tina: (chuckling nervously) He moved?
Glynda: As I was saying. Mr Arc, you will make SURE your two associates show up for detention starting tomorrow, and for the next three days. Do I make myself clear?
Jaune: Yes, professor.
Glynda: (eyeing Jinx and Tiny, who fidget nervously) Three days of detention, starting tomorrow... understood?
Tiny Tina/Jinx: Yes.
Glynda: This is the end of this foolishness tonight, correct?
Tiny Tina/Jinx: Yes.
Glynda: Good.
Glynda turns about, waving her riding crop to clear up the mess created by the impromptu skirmish, before scooping all four members of the no incapacitated team CRDL and floating them out the door.
Blake: (partially hiding behind her book) Um, question?
Pyrrha: yes, Blake.
Blake: Um... where are they going to sleep?
Ruby, Pyrrha, Emerald and Jaune's shoulders dropped and a look of utter despair crossed their faces.
Nora: They can have my bed! I'll share with Rennie!
Ren: Wait, I never...
Nora: BOOP! (Pokes the tip of Ren's nose) Settled. Problem solved.
Jinx: (Looks at Tina) I'm okay with that.
Tiny Tina: (Looks at Jinx) Are you a blanket hog? I hate blanket hogs.
(SO this is the final instalment of Day 2. I have some other projects that need attention on FF.net and A03, so there might be a little pause before Day 3 starts. Anyway, hope you enjoyed.)
#jaune gets a gun au#jaune arc#ruby rose#pyrrha nikos#emerald sustrai#tiny tina#jinx#arkos#lancaster#topaz#timebomb#ballistarc
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'I dunno what this is' - my usual trope lmao but I'm just happy to have written something. this week was great emotionally but also exhausting and a drag so this may not be the greatest but I'm happy about it. As always, idk where this is going or if its even going anywhere. also as always, I haven't read it over lol we are working with vibes over here. I had this idea last night so theres that at least
Lewis stares at the guy who is supposed to be replacing Seb for the summer break, while he goes off on a well needed family vacation. Originally Lewis hadn’t needed a supplemental security guy, but then he’d started getting an increased amount of hate mail again ever since he eclipsed Max and Charles to be P1 in the championship standings again.
It was a great feeling, being P1. Even if the trade off sometimes meant that people took out their pitchforks.
Either way, he didn’t think this new guy would make the cut. He was cute, but he needed more than a pretty face to keep him safe. Didn’t matter if he came by Seb's personal request.
He was cute in a douchey Italian way, with his grown in facial hair and kinda wild curls. Lewis watched him as Seb gave him the run down, he was listening attentively at least and nodding along. Finally they joined Lewis out on the terrace, Seb looking as stern as ever and the new guy looking chill as if they were here for lunch.
“Lewis, this is Daniel Ricciardo, the guy I told you about.” Seb introduced, Daniel leaned forward to shake Lewis’ hand with a smile. Lewis looked him up and down, trying to place the military training that Seb claimed they had together. He didn’t see it, but he trusted his guy.
“Enchante.” Daniel grinned.
“You look like you were out partying last night, man.” Lewis said with a grin. Daniel laughed and his face got maybe ten times prettier.
“Yeah nah that's just my face. I can't help my dashing his looks.” Daniel shrugged carelessly. “I've been told it's quite punchable but what can you do, eh?”
That startled a laugh out of Lewis which in turn made Daniel grin even more. Lewis wanted to amend his previous impression of him, he was dangerous.
“So Seb says you’ve had an uptick in threatening DMs?” Daniel’s face became more focused, brows drawn in. it was Lewis’ turn to be blaise.
“No more than usual.” Lewis shrugged, he saw Seb shift from his periphery and Daniel raised a brow.
Daniel made a clicking sound with his tongue before turning to Seb. “Yeah, I’ll just stay, those kinda threats can go left pretty fast.” He was motioning with his hands and Lewis couldn’t stop looking at his fingers. His hands looked strong, steady. He had a tattoo on his wrist but his long sleeves prevented Lewis from seeing much else.
“Ah, bet.” Seb was saying. “And Lew is vegan, like I told you. That won’t be a problem I assume?”
Lewis wanted to roll his eyes, as if he would force anyone to become vegan to work for him. Daniel grinned again and Lewis was drawn to his face.
“Oh yeah I'm cool with being vegan for the next month or so.” Then he laughed, a wild but fun sound, “I had a fried chicken burger this morning as a send off anyway.”
“For breakfast?” Lewis asked dubiously.
“For brekkie. With an oat milk latte.” Daniel crossed his heart as if he was attempting to be a boy scout. Lewis was horrified with himself to find out that it was endearing him to the unserious man.
“Alright perfect. Thanks man, you really are doing me a solid.” Seb looked relieved that Daniel seemed to have passed some test. Lewis hadn’t realized any of them were being tested, but he trusted that Seb knew what he was looking for.
“No sweat mate, call us even for Ibiza.” Daniel grinned a squinty eyed grin when Seb threw his head back and cackled. Lewis looked on confused but content to let it go, he would have more than enough time in the next few weeks to try to get information out of Daniel. Especially information about how Seb was when they were younger.
Daniel eventually left with a spare key, saying he would go pack a bag and be back in an hour. It was just Lewis and Seb.
“You sure about this guy?” Lewis asked, leaning against the kitchen counter and staring into his friend’s blue blue eyes.
“100% I trust him with my life. Just.. keep your regular schedule, he’ll blend in an you’ll forget he’s even here.” Seb shrugged, Lewis looked at him dubiously.
“Yeah fine. If you say so.”
They walked to the door together, Seb would be heading back to Switzerland tonight. Seb looked at him assessing for a moment.
“Be truthful with me, if you’re uncomfortable with the situation we can figure something out.”
“No, Seb it’s fine. Go, have fun with Kimi and the kids. We’ll be fine here.” Lewis rolled his eyes.
“Fine fine. Sure sure. Just promise me something?”
“What’s that?”
Seb’s eyes became teasing. “Don’t fuck him, yeah?” Then he cackled all the way out the door, leaving Lewis stunned.
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Congrats Lauren!! Can I get funny kiss with Josty please thank you I love you 💚
Funny Kiss – Tyson Jost
Words: 730
I really hope you like this silly little blurb Demi! I love you too 💚
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“So this is the famous Domino?”
At the mention of his name, your 6 month old Beagle puppy yapped, darting forward to crash into Tyson’s legs, making you groan.
“I would say he’s usually more polite than this, but he really isn’t,” you mused.
“Nah he’s just got a lot of love to give, don’t you boy?” Tyson grinned.
Domino barked happily as Tyson crouched down to give him some fuss. You almost felt like sighing in relief, if you were being honest. You’d been dating Tyson for only a month, but he’d been desperate to meet your dog, cooing over the photos you’d shown him on previous dates, so you’d suggested a date at the dog park to finally introduce the two of them. You hadn’t been nervous exactly, not with how sweet and easygoing Tyson was, but if Domino didn’t like him then it was an absolute red flag for you.
With the way that Domino had flopped onto his back for belly rubs already though, it didn’t look like you had to worry.
“Shall we get going?” you said, smiling down at the scene in front of you.
“Yeah of course! You have his B-A-L-L with you, right?”
Bless his heart.
“I do,” you confirmed, trying not to laugh at how cute he was, “You can throw it later for him.”
Tyson looked almost as excited as Domino.
The three of you ended up spending nearly three hours at the dog park, walking and talking with interludes to throw the ball for Domino to fetch. It might have been one of the most low-key dates you’d ever been on, but honestly, it was also one of the best.
And Domino was clearly as besotted by Tyson as you were, which was a huge plus.
But eventually, you made it back to your apartment, and you left Domino in the kitchen drinking a large fresh bowl of water before rejoining Tyson on the sofa in the living room.
“Do you take him to the park every day?” Tyson asked, smiling.
“I try to, yeah. This apartment definitely has enough room for him to walk around in, and the shared backyard access is fine for bathroom breaks, but he needs to run around as much as he can so I do my best.”
“Any time you need a dog walker, hit me up. For real, he’s the best,” Tyson grinned.
“You are crazy, but definitely the sweetest,” you laughed, shaking your head.
Tyson just shrugged, still smiling as he raised his hand to cup your face, leaning in to kiss you. But just as Tyson’s lips pressed against yours, a heavy weight crashed into you, breaking the two of you apart.
“Domino, no! Down!”
But your excitable dog didn’t listen, yapping away as he darted between the two of you, licking at your faces, Tyson just cackling with laughter.
“I am so sorry,” you groaned, making an oofing noise as Domino kicked your stomach.
“He just wants all the love huh?” Tyson grinned, ruffling your dog’s ears, earning even more excited barking.
You couldn’t help but laugh as Tyson continued to make baby noises at Domino, your dog just soaking up all the attention, the ridiculous situation settling down into fussing over the happy animal that had pushed its way between you.
“I would promise that this won’t happen again, but I really can’t,” you mused.
“Eh, he’s just a puppy, he’ll get there!” Tyson grinned, shrugging.
This guy really was just sweet all round, wasn’t he?
The two of you indulged your dog for a few more minutes until he calmed down, jumping off the sofa to curl up at your feet with a happy sigh that only a thoroughly spoiled puppy could pull off. Tyson just grinned as he settled back into the sofa, propping his head up with his hand, smiling widely at you.
“At least I’ll have a funny kiss story if anyone ever asks,” he teased.
Oh god.
“You’re the worst and I don’t know why I like you,” you groaned.
Tyson just threw his head back with laughter, leaving you to bat at his chest in protest until he was able to stop.
“Mercy, mercy,” he giggled, clutching at your hands.
“On one condition,” you warned.
“Anything,” he said, smiling.
“Stay for dinner?” you suggested, biting your bottom lip briefly in nerves.
“Done.”
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Hidden Depths 4
Awakenings 1 and 2, and 3
Hidden Depths, 1 and 2.and 3
As the gravity generators came online, first the security guards didn't know what was going on. Then, they fell off the ladder.
Cackling, Gord closed and locked the door again. It wasn't going to stop them long though. He got back to work.
Picaresque stood next to him and watched. "What are you doing, Gord?"
"I'm trying to get you enough systems online so you have more of a presence. There's no point in turning you on just to turn you back off again. If you were fine with non-existence you wouldn't have asked me for help."
"It is true I don't want to be put back in hibernation, but aren't you also damaging Starbase?"
"Nah, probably not much." Gord waved his hand. "Hey Starbase are you hurt?"
Starbase appeared, fur matted and singed, panting in the Mindspace. "GORD! You gotta turn the gravity generators off. It's affecting the whole starbase. The people who aren't immediately falling over and vomiting are so disoriented they can't get to the Commons and escape. Chloe told me to set my gravity to 1.5 and that set down enough for the BIs to be able to get moving, but it would really help if you turned yours off."
"Chloe is here?" Gord made a face. "And you told her where I was, didn't you? Is she coming here?"
There was a shout from the other side of the pressure door. "I'm already hear Gord, you scoundrel! Open up that door right now!"
Gord winced and opened the door. From the floor of the hall below, Chloe leapt up into the room and stood on the floor/wall. "Gord! What the hell are you doing? You told me you'd never command a ship again, let alone a Starjumper and here you are in Picaresque’s chair causing trouble."
"Hey! I'm trying to help Picaresque here. Did you know they didn't verify that they got him when he was broken down to help build the additions to Starbase? Typical Humans. Didn't even look back and say thank you to the Sapient who gave up their body for them."
Chloe tempered her anger. "No, Gord, I didn't know that, and while it is admirable that you are tying to help Picaresque, you're also causing mayhem out on Starbase. The BIs sense of balance is all jacked up and they can barely escape to the Commons over on the K'laxi side."
"Jeeze, all right, all right, I'll turn it off. I was just trying to get the security guards to lay off." Gord touched the panel again and the gravity generators spun down.
Starbase looked relieved. "Thanks Gord. Now, if you'll excuse me I have to coordinate the cleanup of the mess you made." As he left, he turned back to Gord. "Please do not try and destroy me anymore." He looked at Picaresque. "I am sorry that we didn't make sure you were out. I hope we can rescue you soon." and Starbase disappeared.
"Okay Chloe. You're the AI expert here. How do we get Picaresque out. We don't hav a body and we don't have a ship."
"And you won't allow a coffin box to be used." Chloe said, arms akimbo.
"Absolutely not. You know why."
"I do Gord, I do. Don't you forget I've ridden in one too. It saved my life."
"That doesn't mean I want to stick anyone in one unless it's literally the only way."
Chloe thought a moment. "I mean, then the answer is, we get a body or we get a ship."
"Yeah, and we'll just pop down to Honest Vivenni the Ship Broker on the Promenade and she'll let us take our pick."
"Don't be flip Gord. It's not an emergency, we can get Picaresque out in a couple weeks. We'll print a new body on Baxter and ship it over."
"Over on your little secret base? Won't that bring up a bunch of questions about where you got it?
"They'll be so happy that we have something that they won't say anything. We'll get the body, we'll pour Picaresque into it, we'll be gone and out of their hair."
Gord looked at Picaresque. "Well, it's you we're talking about. What do you think?"
Picaresque looked at both of them. "I don't want to be trouble and I think I'm ready from being half a Starjumper and half a Starbase so sure. Let's try life in a body."
Gord smiled. "It's not so bad once you get used to it. Little cramped at first."
Chloe surprised herself by agreeing "Cramped is a good way to put it actually. But, it has its advantages."
It was then that another alarm started. Chloe glared at Gord. "It's not me this time, I swear!" Gord started expanding the sensor net on Picaresque, trying to see what was wrong. "Hey Starbase! Wanna link sensor nets? It'll give you higher resolution. There are all these parts not being used on Picaresque, might as well take advantage."
Starbase answered without appearing in the Mindspace "Yes Gord, sure." a moment passed "Okay, we're linked. Now, tell me what I'm seeing, because Ancestors know I have no idea."
Gord, Chloe and Picaresque looked the readings from the sensors. A large number of human ships linked in just a few minutes ago. But the designs were unfamiliar.
"The linked in, so they're using wormhole generators." Gord said to Starbase. "That implies human construction, but I don't recognize the designs. That one-" he gestured "-could be a Starjumper, but the shape is all wrong. It was never designed to travel at half C." He gestured again "That one is probably a dreadnaught, but it's absolutely bristling with weapons. I bet it has hardly any armor at all." Gord looked at Chloe. "You've been in the muck more recently than I have. What's all this?"
Chloe's eyes went wide when she saw the ships. "They're Venusian. It's the Imperial Venusian Navy."
"The what?" Gord was taken aback. "Venus is a backwater. Floating cities, nice place to vacation, full of themselves. They never even sent anyone on a Colony ship."
"Gord, you are out of touch. About a decade ago Venus rose up and attacked Earth and Outer Planet Alliance. Earth fell, but the OPA is holding them back. For appearances, Venus let's Earth do the talking with the Colony worlds, but rest assured, Venus is in charge."
Gord let out a low whistle. "So what does this mean?"
Chloe shook her head. "I don't know, but nothing good. Venus maintains that AIs aren't sapient. They're trying to roll back two thousand years of progress and precedent and declare us machines again."
A shadow crossed Gord's face. "And I thought that was done and settled. Shit."
Chloe only nodded.
Gord sat back "Hey Picaresque, I gotta head out for a bit and take care of some stuff and find you a body. You good to chill here for a bit? Starbase will keep you company and I'll ask him nicely-" He made a wicked smile at Starbase. "-to keep you active and comfortable. Won't be too long, I promise."
Starbase looked at Picaresque. "I could use some help here. You can assist in the cleanup and we can try and optimize our two systems and make them better integrated."
Picaresque looked worried, but nodded. "I trust you Gord. I know you'll come back." He smiled "It also looks like Chloe is the type to keep you on a short leash, so I'll trust her to keep you honest."
It was Chloe's turn to grin. "More than you know Picaresque."
Gord sighed dramatically. "Come on then." He leaned his head back onto the back of the command chair and the wires disconnected with another click. He sat back up and unbuckled, dropping to the floor. "We've got some Venusians to ask pointed questions to."
As they walked out Gord said "Hey, who's that?"
Chloe looked and made an embarrassed face. "Oh, that's Lucas, he helped me get up into the Command room. Sorry Lucas, I thought I would need you more. Still, good to have another body, come along."
Lucas Shrugged and said "Sure thing. Who is this?"
Chloe stopped. "You don't know Gord? You are new. How long were you Finer Point?"
Lucas crossed his arms huffily. "I served with distinction for over 100 years. I had three battle stars from the Xenni conflict."
Gord chuckled. "Chloe, be nice, he's just a kid." He stuck out his hand. "Name's Gord."
Lucas shook it gingerly. "Good to meet you Gord, I'm Lucas."
Gord's eyes flashed blue, then he looked questioningly to Chloe. "Hey, where's Hat?"
Starbase answered awkwardly "Uh, We were trying to get him to tell us where you were so he kind of...blew his umbilical and left."
Gord tipped his head back and laughed "Hah! Good on him! It's okay, I'll get outta here another way. We'll catch up later. This isn't our first rodeo."
Gord, Chloe and Lucas left, walking back to the promenade. Chloe couldn't stand it anymore and said "Lucas how can you not know Gord? He's the first AI!"
"WHAT?"
"Chloe! Don't go giving away all my secrets, sheesh." Gord looked sheepish. "I'm just old kid, nothing special about that. I'm not even the first AI" he says, making a face at Chloe. "Just the oldest one left."
"Don't be modest." Chloe replies. "You've done a lot for AI rights."
"Not enough, apparently." he replied darkly.
As they left, Picaresque turned to Starbase and said "Is it always like this?"
"Oh thanks the Ancestors, no. This is rare."
An automated alert sounded across Starbase. "Missiles incoming. Seek Shelter. Point defense batteries authorized. Repeat. Missiles incoming. Seek Shelter. All ships are requested to assist in the defense of Starbase."
"At least it's SUPPOSED TO BE!" and Starbase and Picaresque dove into the next emergency.
Part 5
#gordposting#humans are canadian#humans are space orcs#humans and ai#humans are space oddities#humans are space capybaras#writing#scifi writing#humans are space australians#sci fi writing#humans are deathworlders
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Ted Lasso 3x06 Thoughts
First off, I stayed up way too late to watch this for someone with places to be in the morning but wtv 🤷♀️
Am I going to watch it again later? Yes, it’s just that good.
MEGA SPOILERS UNDER THE CUT, I PROMISE
First off, staying in the houseboat of a strange man in a strange country is wildly unsafe, but that’s Rebecca’s (bad) choice to make. Also, did the psychic not say something about drowning or swimming or something???
He seems nice and all but me, personally, I would not spare a second thought for a bald man with a foot fetish. But I mean, get it queen.
Keeley and Jack seem to be actually fleshing out a relationship and I’m very excited to see how it goes. Especially with Roy and even Jamie
Higgins’ marriage could never have problems wbk, but I must admit I was a tad bit concerned with all his talk of the red-light district.
If I was Will Kitman and upon being told I was going to “become a man” an entire team of people said “nah” I’d enter my villain era. But again, get it king. (I love that he told his mother about having a/getting invited to a threesome. I like to think he had one but that’s just me.)
This episode turned me into a Roy/Jamie liker. I’m sorry, there’s no hope for me now, they’ve given me too many gay people and I no longer know how to behave.
In all seriousness, James Tartt Sr. Better sleep with both eyes open cause when I find him... oh boy.
Also Jamie teaching Roy how to ride a bike made me cackle
Only my favourite himbos would spend their entire time in Amsterdam trying to agree on something to do in Amsterdam. And I absolutely adore the fact that a bunch of grown men decided the best course of action was to have a pillow fight.
Ted wandering around Amsterdam under the general impression that he’s just done drugs, only to wind up at the Van Gogh Museum, have a meaningful conversation about sunflowers, go to an American restaurant, hallucinate Nate Shelley as a cowboy (which was a jumpscare btw), hallucinate some more about triangles , then suddenly be a football coach genius was everything I didn’t know I needed.
Last but not least, the crème de la crème, the Colin and Trent plot line.
As much as I loved Trent’s outfit, I think he needs a stylist cause 🧍♀️
The sheer amount of times i’ve recited “I know, I’ve known for months, I haven’t told anyone, I must have a reason for that mustn’t I?” is crazy. (I wrote the word ‘must’ in class today and sent myself off again)
Also, the fucking (silent) scream I scrumpt!!!
Good day to be a Queer Trent Crimm Truther I must say
When I tell you I had to pause and walk around my room to prevent myself from screeching
Also, I would like to know what Trent’s plan was exactly cause he decided “Yeah! I’ll follow Colin to a gay bar and come up behind him! He’ll love and appreciate that!”
Colin’s spiel made me cry ngl
Richmond singing on a bus!!! Life is good! Great even!
#ted lasso#ted lasso spoilers#ted lasso 3x06#rebecca welton#keeley jones#jack danvers#roy kent#jamie tartt#colin hughes#trent crimm#leslie higgins#will kitman
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Come Closer
Chapter 10 of Lil Matchmakers
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AN: Strap in for the Camping Trip Arc. It’s so hard writing so many characters at once 😭 but I like the challenge 😈 as always this is unedited for the most part so bare with me 😭 excessive fluff, Mutual pining, scary stores and fire 😈😈 enjoy!
When you arrive at the campsite Annie is already setting up her tent.
The sight strikes you as strangely endearing. Your usually stoic friend looks like she is actually enjoying herself. Which was especially odd considering setting up the tent is probably every camper’s least favorite activity.
“I don’t get it either,” Hitch, who was sitting on a nearby rock was also staring at Annie, “She's like, really into it.”
At the sound of Hitch’s voice the blonde looks up. She looks at you blankly before staring at the compacted tent in your hands, “Give it to me.”
You hand it over and watch as the blonde becomes busy again. A delicate smile graces her face as she unpacks your tent for you.
You gently shake your head before turning to Hitch, “Where is everyone?”
“Well Reiner and Bertholdt aren’t here yet, and the rest are all gathering firewood for tonight. I decided to stay here. Away from gross yucky dirt.” She lightly kicked her shoe into the ground and scowled at the tiny cloud of dust that resulted.
You find yourself chuckling at your friend, “You know, you didn't have to come if you didn't want to.”
She narrows her eyes at you, “Is this your way of saying you don’t want me here?”
“No!” You're quick to counter, “Of course I want you here!”
Hitch smiles and playfully pushes your shoulder, “I know, I was just joking. I might hate being dirty but I love hanging out with you guys. And if I didn't come I would miss watching Annie be kinda dorky over the tents.”
At the mention of the blonde you look over at her again. In the short time you and Hitch have been talking Annie has already set up your tent, and is now putting all of your things inside for you.
You walk over to your car and start unloading the rest of your things with Annie’s help. By the time the two of you were done you could hear the rest of your rowdy group coming closer.
Connie’s voice was the loudest, “-AND THEN BOOM! Powerade.”
Sasha cackled at whatever Connie had said before she noticed that you were there. She ran at you, squeezing the breath out of you with a tight hug. Before you have a chance to recover you are scooped into Eren’s even tighter grasp. He laughs maniacally as he crushes you in his arms.
You hear screeches of your name as the rest of your friends start crowing around you. Mikasa somehow manages to pry you out of Eren’s hold so that you could properly greet everyone. Armin is the last one to come up to you, “Hey, It’s so good to see you!”
You hope that he can’t tell how hot your face was getting. It was embarrassing, how easily he was able to make you flustered.
“It’s really nice to see you too!” You hoped you weren’t speaking too loud, “Did you get here okay?”
“Yeah, it was actually a really pretty drive,” His eyes flickered to his feet before looking back up at you, “You made it here okay..?”
“Yeah! I’ve gone camping here with Sasha before so..”
Your conversation is interrupted by a loud string of curses coming from the fire pit.
“Fucking work already!” It’s Porco, he is rubbing a stick into a log as fast as he can, “Give me fire you piece of shit!”
“That’s it Porco,” Pieck sarcastically says from her place beside him, “If you yell at it hard enough it will burst into flames.”
Her comment earned a wolfish laugh from Ymir, “Ha! Yeah, good luck with that Porkie Poo.”
“Not Porkie Poo!” Sasha exclams, eyes filling with tears from holding back her laughter.
“Nah…” Connie was in a similar state. All it took was for the two of them to make eye contact before they both burst into laughter.
“Shut up!” Porco yells at them, which only makes them laugh harder, “I’ll get this!”
And with that, the group gathered around the cold fire pit, all sitting on the provided tree stumps to watch Porco fail to start the fire.
You are hit with the realization of how happy you are. Recently you have been so busy with your job that you've neglected to make time to spend with your friends. You don’t even have to speak, just listening to them talk and laugh brings a smile to your face. You decide that you are going to try to carve out more time for things like this. You miss them.
Porco has been struggling with the fire for what feels like forever before Armin finally speaks up, “Do you just want me to do it?”
Porco laughs at him, “If I can't do iy, you definitely can't do it.”
Amin stares at him blankly, “I can start a fire, Porco.”
“And why would you know how to start a fire? You look like a mosquito bite could kill you.”
Amrin murmurs something under his breath that made Eren laugh, Porco assumed it was a joke at his expense.
“What did you say!? Speak up!”
Armin quickly looks at you before looking back at Porco, he softly says, “It’s embarrassing.”
Eren, who still hasn’t stopped laughing, says, “Dude, just say it.”
“I used to be a Boy Scout.”
There was silence before the camp erupted into noise. Ymir was laughing so hard her whole body shook, Historia was trying and failing to make her stop. Hitch was pointing at Armin, no shame as she laughed at him. Sasah and Connie were falling over themselves, screeching and clutching their sides. Eren’s laughter returned to him, he was slapping his knee. Porco stared at Armin in an almost confused way. At least he wasn't also laughing.
Armin had his head in his hands, completely flustered. He couldn’t bear to think about what you thought of him now. Why would he ever say that out loud! He used to be a Boy Scout? How dorky could he be!
(You thought your heart was going to explode. He was so cute.)
As the laughter died down, you felt something cold on your forehead. You look up at the sky and see gray, “Guys, I think it might rain.”
“Yeah!” Porco blurts out, rising from his crouched position, “I can't light this fire because there is too much moisture in the air!”
“I don’t think that’s the reason,” Historia mumbles.
“It’s definitely not the reason.” Annie states.
Hitch shrugs, “User Error.”
Just then a truck pulls up. It’s Reiner and Bertholdt, the last two to finally arrive.
When the two boys finish unloading their truck and make their way over to the group you call out to them, “Reiner! Bertholdt!”
Bertholdt smiles at you and Reiner moves to sit next to you before suddenly stopping. He looks at something behind you but when you turn your head you are only met with Armin. Then, in the place that Reiner was going to sit, Connie appears.
Reiner instead moves to the lifeless fire pit, “What's going on here?”
“Porco can’t start the fire and he won’t let Armin do it, so we’ve just been sitting here cold as hell,” HItch complains. You notice that Annie is now setting up another tent. Well, we all have our vices?
“NO!” Porco tries to defend himself, “It’s raining! So no one can start any fire!”
What was a small drizzle had indeed evolved into light rain. It was warm so no one had voiced any complaints about it.
Reiner picks up a stick from the ground, “Eh, I think I could do it.”
Before Porco had a chance to tell Reiner to fuck off Reiner had indeed managed to start a small fire.
“I have never seen anyone start any fire that quickly in my life,” Sasha said in awe, “And in the rain??”
Porco was flabbergasted.
Reiner looked up to see the group's shocked faces, “... I brought the marshmallows.”
And with that, it finally felt like the camping trip had officially begun.
Hitch, surprisingly, was amazing at cooking food fireside. Every hotdog was perfectly charred and she even brought out a pot and some vegetables. She managed to make a delightful warm potato stew. Sasha joked to Annie that she was going to steal her girlfriend away from her. Annie did not laugh.
The smores were brought out after everyone had their fill of the stew. Connie managed to burn every single one of his marshmallows. You laughed at him and attempted to help him cook them the right way, but he still couldn’t roast them properly.
While you all were talking Porco went to his tent and pulled out a guitar, figures he would bring out a guitar, luckily he didn’t play wonderwall. Instead, his music was a pleasant backdrop to the conversations that were playing out. Until Sasha convinced him to play the Campfire Song from spongebob.
The campsite filled with hysterics, everyone was trying to yell the lyrics louder than the person next to them. You tried your best but you didn’t think anyone could be louder than Eren.
After you all finished the song (after a while your sides started to hurt from all the laughing) Mikasa spoke up, “I’d like to tell a story.”
“Oh like what happened at work?” Bertholdt asked.
“No,” Mikasa answered, “A scary story.”
A hush fell over the campsite. If it’s Mikasa telling the story then it must be terrifying.
“On a summer night just like this one,” Mikasa starts, “A group of friends decided to go to a Seven-Eleven to get some snacks. The man at the counter told them not to go to the ice machine because it wasn’t working. The friends didn’t listen and decided to get some ice. When they opened the ice box,” She stopped, waiting to make sure everyone’s eyes were on her,”.... There was a severed head inside!”
There was silence before Annie spoke up, “That was lame.”
“You tell a better story then, Annie!” Eren yelled, but even he agreed that the scary story wasn’t all that scary.
Pieck looked at Eren, “I have a story.”
She plopped a marshmallow in her mouth and chewed slowly, thinking about what story she was going to tell. After she finished swallowing she gave the group an appraising look.
“Have you guys ever heard the story about Midnight Lake?”
Everyone shook their heads, and she took that as a cue to begin.
“There is this summer camp not too far away from here, and it's right next to this Beautiful lake. When the kids asked why it's called Midnight Lake one of the newer camp counselors said that it was because the person who discovered it found it at Midnight after searching all day. But the Counselor who was there the longest pulled the children aside.”
You find yourself leaning forward, enraptured in the story. In the corner of your eye you see Connie reaching for another marshmallow to destroy.
“‘You will not go to that lake without supervision,’ the counselor said, ‘And you will never go there when the sun goes down, and you will especially not go there at midnight.’ This counselor was beloved by all of the children. They were usually goofy and fun, so it was odd to hear them so serious. Most of the children trusted them completely. They never went to the lake unsupervised, never when it was dark, and never when it was midnight. But there was one child who couldn't help but be curious.”
“Rookie mistake.” Jean blurted out.
“He needed to know,” Pieck continued, “Why couldn’t they play in the lake at night? His family owned a lake house, and he and his siblings would swim at night all the time. What was different about here? HIs mother told him that asking questions and finding answers is what makes you grow up to be smart. So he decided that he was going to go out and find some answers.”
You scoot closer to your right, closer to Armin. You think your eyes might be tricking you but you could swear that he was scooting closer to you too.
“He waited until all the counselors and his friends had fallen asleep. He put on his swim trunks and his sandals, and he marched towards the Lake.”
“No!” Jean said under his breath. Ymir smirked at him.
“As he walked through the woods, he quickly noticed that something was off. He felt like he could hear a voice speaking to him. The closer he got to the lake the voice became clearer and clearer, ‘Come faster! Come faster!’ He felt like he could recognize the voice but he couldn’t place who it was.”
Something about that part made you feel a chill. You unconsciously reached out for Armin. To your surprise, he wrapped an arm around you and gently pulled you closer to him. (He hoped you didn’t realize how much he was focusing on you rather than the story.)
Connie started roasting another marshmallow.
“By the time the little boy was closer to the lake, his ears were ringing. The voice was so loud that it made him feel sick. He wanted to turn back, to go back to his friends. This was a mistake, he realized, he should’ve listened to the old counselor. But as scared as he was of the voice, he was even more afraid of what it would do to him if he left. COME CLOSER!”
Pieck yelled, and Historia jumped.
“COME CLOSER! So the boy went closer.”
Jean looked like he might pee his pants.
“The boy wandered up to the lake. He was shaking and sweating. He thought he might throw up. ‘Come closer.’ the voice had softened. It turned so sickly sweet that his teeth hurt. ‘Come closer.’ The boy was at the lake’s edge now. ‘Come closer. Look at me.’ The boy was terrified about what he might see in the lake. Was it a monster? Some evil siren? He didn't want to look. “Look at me. Look at me.’ The voice cooed at him. He couldn’t help himself. He thought of his mother. ‘Asking questions and finding answers is what makes you grow up to be smart’ is what she had taught him. So he leaned over the edge of the lake and peered into the surface.”
You pressed yourself into Armin’s side. His arm squeezed you closer to him. Connie’s marshmallow blackened.
“He didn't see anything. Just his reflection. What was he hearing? Maybe it was just the wind in the trees tricking him, he told himself. The counselor's words must have scared him. But as he kept staring into the lake he started to notice movement.
“Oh no,” Hitch whispered.
“Was it a fish? Or a frog? He looked closer but couldn't see anything. Just his reflection. Was it a bug? Or just the water current? He looked even closer. Just his reflection. That’s when he realized. The movement was not a fish or a frog or a bug or a water current. The movement was his reflection.”
Reiner gasped.
“He was not smiling, but his reflection was. He was not reaching out. But his reflection was. He was not speaking. But his reflection was.”
At this point everyone was enraptured. Even Annie was leaning in.
“‘I'VE GOT YOU.” The reflection said. And suddenly the boy was falling into the lake, and the reflection was getting out. The boy realized, way too late, that the voice he was hearing in the woods was his own. And then- AHHHHHH!”
Pieck screamed, causing everyone to jump violently. Connie let out a high pitched scream and pulled his flaming marshmallow out of the fire. Eren, who happened to be sitting beside him, saw this as an opportunity. He over exaggerated his movement, pretending to be scared. He jerked his arm oddly and knocked the flaming treat-on-a-stick out of Connie's hand and onto his shared tent with armin.
Only Connie and Eren saw this happen.
Pieck was cackling, “Wow! I really got you guys!”
“Pieck seriously,” Porco clutched his chest, “I think Bertholdt might have shit himself.”
“Uh guys.” Connie called.
“Bertholdt!? Dude I probably shit myself,” Ymir was holding onto Historia tightly. Seeing that made you realize that you and Armin were in a similar position, “That was great!”
“Guys.”
Mikasa had stars in her eyes, “You have to teach me.”
“Seriously guys, the tent is on fire.”
“Pieck, what would you have said to my mother if you caused me to have a heart attack!?” Jean’s face had lost all color, “What would you have told her!?”
“Bruh.” Connie shared a look with Eren, who was struggling to hide his (evil) grin.
HIstoria looked amused in Ymir’s tight hold, “You have a talent, Pieck!”
“OH MY GOD,” Connie suddenly stood up, finally gaining everyone’s attention, “ONE OF THE TENTS IS ON FIRE!”
The group burst into action.
Mikasa, Reiner, and Sasha all started stomping out the fire while Historia ran to grab one of the water jugs. Sasha was screaming about how she’d kill everyone there if her forest caught on fire. The rest crowded the tent, watching as the fire was put out. Eren was still sat on his stump, looking like the cat who caught the canary.
“Oh shoot, Armin,” Eren said as the pandemonium died down, “It was our tent that caught fire.”
Armin deadpanned.
“Good thing we didn’t put any of our things in it yet,” He made eye-contact with Connie, who looked confused as hell, “I wonder where we are going to sleep tonight.”
“U-Umm,” You speak up, “I’m not sharing my tent with anyone. It’s kind of small though.”
The look on Eren’s face could only be described as diabolic, “Well, how about Armin sleeps in your tent with you, and I sleep with Connie and Jean.”
Jean looked affronted.
Armin’s face turned so bright red it almosted glowed in the moonlight, you were afraid he might pass out.
“Well, I don’t want to make anyone uncomfortable,” You start, “You both could share my tent and I could sleep with Sasha and Mikasa…?”
“NO!” Connie finally caught on, “Eren’s plan works much better. Our tent is bigger! Right Jean?!”
Jean looked like he wanted to die, “Yeah.”
You look at Armin, who was staring at his shoes, “Well, only if you're comfortable with it?”
“Me!?” He suddenly looks up, directly in your eyes, “Only if you're comfortable with it.”
Words leave you for a moment. At this point, you have been crushing on Armin for a while. You were hoping that if you neglected that feeling, starved it, it would shrivel up and die. Armin was someone who made you feel safe. He was never aggressive with you, he never yelled at you. When you were being silly he never made you feel like you were stupid. His friendship was something that you valued so much. Not many people make you feel so secure. You were terrified that asking any more from him would be too much. You didn't want to lose this. You told yourself that if this was all you got, you would be grateful. But sleeping next to him? It might bring you to the point of no return.
You swallowed, “I’m comfortable with it.”
After a little bit more talking, everyone decided they were exhausted. Eren smuggly threw his sleeping bag into Jean and Connie’s tent and crawled in with them while Armin timidly crept into yours. There wasn’t much space in your small tent but the two of you put as much space in between each other as physically possible. You spent about an hour like that, both lying as straight as possible under your separate blankets and staring up at the ceiling, trying to be still so as to not disturb the other.
Then you started shivering.
You tried to stop. You thought warm thoughts and clenched your teeth together. But then your whole body started shaking.
“Um,” Armin’s voice was so quiet you almost didn’t hear him, “You could come closer, if you want.”
You reluctantly scooted closer to him. Your arms were touching.
“You could come closer,” He said, “If you're cold.”
And you moved closer.
He turned on his side, so that he was facing you. You couldn't see his face. (His face was so hot he thought he was going to die.)
“I don’t want you to be cold,” He spoke again, “So, you can come closer.”
You were now so close that your face was pressed up against his chest. You wondered if your cold nose was bothering him (It wasn't, he thought it was cute.)
His arms slowly wrapped around you, his legs started to interlace with yours. Before you knew it you were entwined with each other.
“I definitely won’t get cold now,” You say softly.
You have never felt so hyper aware and comfortable at the same time. You were sure that, even though you were tired, you'd never be able to sleep like this. You’d be too busy thinking about him.
But you were so warm. So happy. His breathing lulled you to sleep.
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The travellers arrive at the lake earlier than they expected, a good few hours before sundown.
“I think we have time to find an inn after all,” Veezara says, his shifting feet treading boot-prints into the pebbly sand. “There’s certain to be one somewhere on the shore.” Or not too far from it, at least; Lake Ilinalta may be bad luck, or said to be, but travellers still need rooms and innkeepers still need coin.
Torr, who is already leaning his knapsack against the trunk of a tree, shrugs. “Eh. I like it here just fine.”
He sits down in the dirt to punctuate the statement.
Veezara remarks, “You have managed to avoid going to inns for a remarkable amount of this journey. You know you can afford it, yes? You have the money?”
Torr scrunches up their face. “Don’t use observations you made while shadowing me across the country against me,” they complain. “And yeah, I know. But I’d rather send it back to Windhelm.”
“Of course you would,” Veezara mutters, half-fondly; Torr sticks his tongue out.
“’Sides,” he says, after a moment’s silence, “it’s nice out here. I’m learning so much about the land, Veezara, about nature. You wouldn’t deprive a poor city kid the chance to learn about nature, would you?”
Veezara laughs at him; but he acquiesces, so Torr counts it as a win. They start undoing the ties of their knapsack. They’ve both been walking for ages now, and Torr’s hungry. (He’s not as good at dealing with hunger as he used to be, either – which is probably a good thing, but also means the food in his pack is disappearing at an alarming rate.)
His friend does not have the same idea.
“If we’re going to spend the afternoon resting,” he says cheerfully, “then we should at least make the most of it. Let’s go swimming. The water is beautiful.”
Torr digs a half-stale hunk of bread out of the pocket of the knapsack. “You go,” they reply. (Do they still have that crock of jam they nicked from the wedding in Solitude? The bread looks a bit too tough to eat on its own.) “I can’t swim.”
When they glance up, rock-hard bread in one hand and the other feeling for a jam jar in the bag, Veezara is staring as though they have two heads. “What?”
“You can’t swim?” he asks, incredulous, and Torr snorts.
“Veezara,” they say patiently, “I grew up in Windhelm. Where would I have learned to swim?”
“There’s a harbour, isn’t there?”
Torr cackles. “You’d get battered by one of the boats in five minutes flat, if you managed to last the cold that long. Not even the Argonians down the docks ever swam in there. Nah, never learned. You have fun, though! It does look nice.”
It really does, the sun slowly beginning its descent into the mountains and valleys to the west, glittering bright and merry off the water. The Lake Ilinalta itself is almost luridly colourful, reflecting the blue of the sky with picturebook vehemence. Torr hadn’t known water could look so bright – back home the harbour was always just grey.
Veezara nudges their leg with his toe and they look up. “What?”
“Unacceptable,” he says firmly. “Do you have a clean change of clothes?”
Torr’s been switching between the same three outfits since they started this job (‘cept the duds they stole to blend in at the wedding.) “Clean enough.”
“Good,” Veezara says, and leans down, grabbing Torr’s arm and hauling him up. “I am teaching you to swim.”
By the time the sun touches the distant mountaintops, Veezara seems well on his way to making good on his promise.
They’re standing in the not-quite-shallows but not far from the shore, Torr in his undertunic (which he figured could use the wash) and Veezara in his grey linen trousers, and after ages of gruelling work Torr seems to have at last got the hang of kicking.
Gruelling is a bit exaggerated; Torr can think of many things worse than spending an afternoon splashing ineptly around under the warm sun. Even if they’re not sure that water activity is quite to their taste – the first ten minutes were spent inching into the lake and yelping at the mushy squelch of the dirt between their toes. Then when Veezara coaxed them into dunking their head in the water (most important part of swimming is holding your breath, apparently) it went right up their nose and then the next five minutes were spent trying to get their dripping hair out of their eyes and refusing to go get a hair tie out of principle. Veezara laughed at them again, and said they looked like a half-drowned skeever; but that’s easy for him to say, he’s been swimming long as he can remember and he doesn’t even have hair.
But Torr’s mostly got the hang of it now, he thinks; even if it took him a long time to get used to the odd sensation of water lapping against his chest, and even if he was worrying about slaughterfish for so long and bringing it up so much that Veezara stopped finding it funny. (Excuse him for being worried about stories of fish that can take a chunk out of you afore you catch a glimpse of them! Torr’s heard they like more temperate waters like the ones down Falkreath, and as a human that can’t swim he’ll be at a disadvantage if any do show up. This is their home turf.) He’s actually kicking now, instead of just slapping his feet noisily on the surface of the water, and he’s able to stick his head underwater without immediately choking down half the lake, which Veezara says is about as much as can be hoped for in a few hours.
“You’re doing wonderfully,” he keeps saying, which Torr is pretty sure is a load of shit but appreciates anyway. “Try to roll your head to the side, you look like you’ll snap your neck in half bending it backwards like that – there you go.”
Torr sucks in a breath and douses their head underwater again.
“This sucks,” they complain when they shift their head to get air again. “I’ve been doing this for ages and I’m not even moving.”
Veezara says placidly, “You’re more than welcome to let go of my hands if you want to try a few strokes on your own.”
Torr only tightens his grip. “No thanks,” he replies. Water gets a bit in his mouth. Veezara grins.
(It really does suck. But Veezara is so enthusiastic about the whole thing, and they don’t want to disappoint.)
(Besides, it’s nice, in a terrible sort of way.)
“Actually,” Veezara says, and he doesn’t finish the sentence.
The thing about the lake is that it moves, the waters ever gently pushing and pulling, and Torr’s pretty focused on trying to manage the kicking and the moving to breathe and the not getting muddy lake water in his eyes at once – so it isn’t until Torr notices Veezara’s knees gently knocking against his chest that he realises he’s tipped onto his back and is moving them slowly and steadily away from the shore.
Torr startles, takes in a mouthful of lake water, chokes. It dribbles unpleasantly down their chin as they gasp, “Veezara!”
Unruffled, he says, “Now we’re moving.”
Torr swallows some more water and starts coughing. (It’s foul-tasting stuff.)
Veezara looks concerned, then. He tries to reach down to brush the wet hair out of Torr’s eyes, murmuring, “Hey, hey,” like they’re an agitated animal, but their grip on his hands clamps in a way that implies they’d rather rip off his fingers than be detached from them.
“I’ve got you,” he tries. “You’re fine, yes? I’m not letting go.”
Torr spits out a mouthful of water. “Can’t just start swimming me across the bloody lake with no warning!”
“I recognise that.” He’s still swimming unceasingly backwards while Torr coughs and kicks. “I’ll keep it in mind for next time.”
“No next time,” Torr says. “Never getting in the water with you again, you’re a menace.”
Veezara laughs at that. “Nonsense. It’s an important skill to have. You never know when you may need it.”
Torr manages to catch enough breath to blow a raspberry.
They keep moving – Torr keeping up his steady if ineffectual kicking, Veezara effortlessly swimming for the both of them – for a while, until Torr is soothed enough to stop coughing and gagging and to just barely loosen their grip on their friend’s hands. Not enough to stop worrying about whatever could be lurking in the depths (mostly slaughterfish, maybe one of the huge crabs, although the lake is supposed to be haunted so he thinks a bit about ghosts too) but at least enough to stop vocalising those worries.
It really is nice if he calms down a bit. Nice colours. The movement of the water is unnerving but nice once you get used to it. The fact that Veezara’s going to the trouble is nice, too. Torr honestly never gave swimming a thought before today (he was in Windhelm, after all, what kind of madman would think about swimming there) but it’s clearly something that Veezara values, that he wants to share with him. Torr’s never quite gotten used to this in all the time he’s been in the Brotherhood; other people being the ones to go to the bother. Other people teaching and showing and explaining things. Weird – but nice.
“Keep kicking,” Veezara prompts, and Torr does.
They reach a rock jutting from the lake, its surface warm from the sun, and grainy. It’s too smooth at the sides to climb but Veezara gives Torr a boost. Torr turns to help him up – and sees how far they are from the banks, and feels a little sick. (They could maybe swim a stroke or two, if they were lucky, and the bank is… definitely further than that.)
Veezara denies the offered hand. “I’d rather get a proper swim in while you’re getting some shut-eye,” he says teasingly, and Torr thinks about falling asleep on the rounded top of the rock surrounded by water who knows how deep and feels sicker.
“Suit yourself,” he replies, and curls up a bit, because he is cold in his still-dirty now-dripping undertunic, and the sun is nice. (Falkreath and its ridiculously mild weather.)
The rock is actually quite nice too. Not too cold. No jagged edges. In a nice quiet place, where the water laps gently against the stone. As far as places to sleep go, Torr definitely could do worse – no, tell a lie, they have done worse. Under a posh house’s porch comes first to mind, though in their defence, they’re pretty sure they had mild hypothermia at the time. Weren’t thinking quite straight. At least no owners of the rock would likely burst onto the scene and start screaming bloody murder to get off the property while they’re trying to have a kip.
“Hey Veezara,” Torr calls, the movement of his jaw feeling funny against the coarse stone, “you’d haul me out if I fell into the water, right?”
“No, I’d let you drown,” he says. His voice, floating on the water from somewhere past Torr’s head, is flat enough to indicate exactly what he thinks of that query. “Of course I would, Torr, what kind of question is that?”
“The kind of question asked by someone who’s tired. Thinking of taking you up on your suggestion.” (He isn’t really. He’s not actually going to sleep on the rock. But he is tired – been walking all bloody day, and almost every day before that since Solitude.)
Veezara’s voice comes again, fainter. “Scream if you need me.”
“Will do.”
Torr tilts his head back, face to the dimming watery-blue sky, and shuts his eyes.
He likes times like this – slow-paced, no fuss. He’s never quite sure how to manage in them, but he likes them. (That’s why it’s best when they coincide with travelling like this – he gets to relax while also having a distinct spot to work towards. Still something to do, there’s just no drastic rush.) It’s luxury to get to lie down on a silly rock in the fading warmth of an afternoon on the lake.
Would be nice if the others could be here, too – though that’s an image which makes Torr laugh as soon as they conjure it. They can practically see it – Gabriella sitting cross-legged and stately on the banks, Arnbjorn grumbling about the weather and the water and the pointless break in routine, Festus huddled up under a tree with a notebook. Astrid and Babette at least would probably be good sports about it – and Cicero might like it, if he could be persuaded to leave the coffin.
But Torr’s never actually seen Arnbjorn and Cicero in a room together except for meals, and not even then half the time. So maybe a lake day would not be nice. Torr can see it going sour quickly.
Oh well. Still a funny image. (Maybe one day – after the stress and the glory of this job is over in full, and everyone’s had time and space to get used to each other – it would be possible.)
“Veezara?” Torr calls. “What are the odds we could do something like this with everyone?”
The lake is silent. Torr opens his eyes. “Veezara?”
The lake is silent.
They sit up.
Maybe he’s playing a joke on them, they think uneasily. Maybe he’s hiding somewhere to get a rise out of them. But that’s not his way, and anyway, there’s nowhere to hide; the water all around the rock is smooth and undisturbed, and there’s nothing else to hide behind.
“Veezara,” they shout again. There’s no ripples, nothing.
He’s a good swimmer, right? He said. Surely a strong swimmer can’t drown in a calm lake.
(Except with outside influence. Veezara never denied that there were slaughterfish in the lake, and Torr’s heard they can drag you down.)
(That’s probably not happening.)
(Veezara’s been under the water, presumably, for an awfully long time now…)
“Veezara,” Torr says again, though he highly doubts there’s much use.
He’s crouching on the little rounded rock, trying not to think about how much of it is submerged in the depths, how deep the water here might be, how far below his friend might be. There’s a ripple to the side of it, suddenly, and he leans over to try to see what it is (Friend? Fish?) except –
Except he dripped water all over the stone and made it slippery, and he pitches over the edge and into the water.
Torr’s not ready when he goes under, hasn’t taken a breath. He scrabbles at the side of the rock for purchase, scraping his hip and knee painfully, but it’s too smooth and too steep and his hands won’t grip. He can’t tell how deep he’s fallen – tries to look up, reaching as though there’s something to grasp – but he can only murkily see how the sunlight breaks on the surface and he doesn’t know how far he is. Shit.
Shit shit shit. This is why Veezara shouldn’t have dragged him out onto the rock!
They hadn’t had time to take a breath, so now they really need to – only that’s an absolutely awful idea, so they’re just floundering, trying to break the surface and grab onto the rock all at once. Their lungs are aching, and they’re scraping their whole body against the stone in their efforts to climb it, and it’s really, really not working, and shit. This is so stupid. They’re a bloody assassin, on their way home after killing the Emperor’s cousin at her own wedding, having spent years on the streets in Windhelm where getting caught outside in the wrong weather could freeze your fucking face off, and they’re going to die because they fell off a rock.
Torr can’t help but exhale, now. He manages to clamp his lips shut before he breathes in again, but his chest is burning and he can’t breathe in and he can’t get a grip on anything and he really needs air and he gasps and it hurts like hell and there’s nothing but the weak sunlight to hold onto –
And then there is something to hold onto. Torr clutches at it, his hands scraping and grasping, and then he’s rising, and then he’s above the surface and he’s trying to exhale and inhale at once and it doesn’t work and he’s coughing and retching over the water, still scrambling for height, and they’re moving.
It feels like Torr’s coughing up a lung. But eventually it soothes enough that they can shift their head to look – and it’s Veezara, dragging them towards shore with a set look on his face.
It turns out he can swim a lot faster when he’s not catering to Torr’s fear. Even when he’s practically carrying their spasming dead weight, he’s still going at a speed that would leave any may-or-may-not-be-there slaughterfish nowhere.
He hauls them out of the lake, onto the bank, and lets them cling limpet-like to his arm as they continue to cough and splutter and generally have a bad time. There’s air enough to breathe – but their chest still aches, exhausted, and they think they might have bashed most of their body against the rock in their efforts to climb it. They can see blood beading, thin and watery, thin and watery, on their grazed wrist. There’s a little blood on Veezara’s head too, in the creases between the scales. Torr hopes they didn’t do that.
Veezara lowers him onto the dirt of the bank. Torr spits something – lake-water and phlegm, maybe – onto the ground and rasps, “Sorry.”
“What? No.” Veezara flicks hair out of their face. “Don’t apologise, you almost drowned. I shouldn’t have left you alone.”
“Thought –” But Torr’s chest aches as soon as he starts talking, so he presses a fist to his chest and quiets. Veezara goes to their packs and finds a threadbare blanket in Torr’s knapsack. It’s a sweet gesture (even though Torr fruitlessly tries to stop him draping it around his shoulders – now his sopping hair will drip water all over it!)
“What happened?” Veezara asks, after a time. “I was only out swimming for a few minutes – I shouldn’t have left you when you can’t swim, but how did you even manage it?”
Torr pulls the drenched blanket tighter round their shoulders. “Couldn’t see you. I was looking and then I fell in.” They look up at him accusingly, then. “Thought you drowned! Where were you?”
Veezara stares at them incredulously.
“What?”
“Torr,” he says, and gestures at the side of his neck –
To the shape of the gills, standing out against the scales. Torr blushes painfully red. “Forgot,” he mumbles, and tips his head back. “Nine, I’m such a dope.”
Veezara laughs.
“I’m sorry I worried you,” he says, much too sweet and earnest for such a stupid mistake. “Really, I shouldn’t have left you alone when I knew you can’t swim. It’s entirely my fault.”
“At least partly my fault for being an oaf,” Torr argues. He snuggles further into the sodden blanket. “Least you kept your promise.”
Veezara looks blank a moment – then he smiles. “I did say I’d get you out of the water, didn’t I? I seem to be making quite the habit of rescuing you.”
“Oi. I could have managed Solitude on my own.”
“Keep telling yourself that.”
Torr balls up the dripping blanket and throws it at him; he laughs.
#fun fact: I first wrote this like. ages ago. year and a half or so perhaps. I liked it so I rewrote it since the old one was not very good#I love torr he's my baby. this is the best time to write him... post-windhelm and pre-the horrors#oc tag#torr#my writing#fay writes#skyrim#dark brotherhood#veezara#the elder scrolls#tes
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Pale 9.6
“Tymon told me that if I was sticking around for the full summer, he might want to take me out for icecream or something, so he-”
“Wait what!?” Verona exclaimed.
I'm with Verona, this is important gossip!
“Tymon likes you?” Avery asked.
“I don’t know, and that’s beside the point.”
from what I remember he was good backup at the institute, both in dealing with Bristow and in the argument Lucy had with Corbin. And he seemed pretty welcoming, a decent older brother, from a practitioner family but not weird about it...
“He also responded to my complaint about how much of a headache all the glamour stuff is by offering me a pill, so… maybe his judgment is a bit screwy.”
c'mon, that's just his school of magic! Headache medication can be a touching gesture
“This is a big part of why I didn’t mention this before. You were already being a pain with Avery and Fernanda.”
Verona cackled.
Verona not being interested in romance and being blasé about sexuality gives her an advantage at this teasing
Lucy sighed. “Glamour is another thing for the list. Big things we’ve been asked to do by the council include more patrols, we may be a part of the interrogation of this McKay Other, we should be part of the interrogation because I hate the idea of letting that happen without us knowing the end result…”
the TODO list in this section is exhausting. I wonder if the murderer(s) might try to bury the girls in extra patrols and other distractions to keep them from preparing?
“Fair warning,” Booker said. “I’m not an experienced cook, I have a hot plate at the dorm, and breakfast turned out very gray.”
“Gray?” Lucy asked.
He showed them the frying pan, where bacon and onion were frying. It did look a bit gray.
Too much liquid in the pan and too low temperature?
“Crepes are fancy sounding but they’re super easy. Learned how to cook those in grade five for a home ec style thing,” Booker said, handing Alyssa the board.
maybe I should start making crepes... in college one of my friends did them every once in a while, and they were always great. It just seems like a lot more work-per-food then pancakes, which are thicker and can be made as four small-medium ones at a time on a skillet. But I've been getting a bit bored with just alternating pancakes and waffles for brunch...
It was a good sized kitchen, really clean, very minimal, with almost no food or anything on the counters that wasn’t a direct product of the meal being made. It was a contrast to Avery’s house, with its supply of chips, healthier snacks, the box of cereal someone had left out, and the various dishes that hadn’t fit in the dishwasher, laid out on a drying pad over more of the counter. Add in the appliances, the stack of bills, and the counter space disappeared fast.
my kitchen tends more towards Avery's, without the excuse of five children in the house
“Nah. And Avery I only know through word of mouth. Likes sports and is good at them, is a sweetheart according to both Lucy and Mom."
also according to me!
"New to the friend group and already locked in.”
Lucy nodded once, firm, like this was gospel.
Avery was touched, really.
:)
Booker had been talked up so much by Lucy that she felt a bit like she was in the presence of someone she didn’t want to offend.
I really do like this sibling relationship. I'm not sure wildbow's written this kind of uncomplicatedly positive siblings before?
He wasn’t Ulysse, who was probably a twelve out of ten on the gay-girl’s-guess-about-guys scale
I also have problems judging this, since my instinct for "that guy's probably attractive" is set to '"he looks like a butch lesbian"
“I don’t think you were ever going to get away with it, Ronnie.”
“Not with the way you were acting! Your jaw dropped.”
“Of course my jaw dropped! It was a straight-faced, complicated lie, out of complete nowhere.”
huh, I guess the "Verona lies a lot" thing her dad was complaining about was based in reality. And this specific kind of lying, making up a story that seems too elaborate to make sense to fake which then falls apart when poked at, fits with what we've seen of her planning.
Avery put her crepe together, daubing in some blueberry jam and what might have been leftover fruit salad, then wrapping it up.
Important question: what kinds of fruit? Because for most fruit salads I've seen, yuck.
“You gotta quit it with the horror movies,” Booker told Lucy. “You’ll scare away your friends. Except I remember Verona being weirdly into that?”
“I like monsters.”
understatement
Lucy’s expression was dark, frustrated, and deeply bothered, even as her family bustled around her.
“I had one big priority last night and that was to not be an idiot and distract her any,” Lucy said.
Something I remember from early chapters is Lucy being really focused on not letting her mom find out about Lucy's emotional issues, not wanting to be a burden or need care.
And she felt that energy that was coming from Verona. Avery knew her own parents cared but when push had come to shove they hadn’t noticed her hurting. They had apologized but they hadn’t really done anything to make up for it, in the grand scheme of things. She wasn’t sure they’d notice the next thing.
Jasmine is a good mom!
Which was weird until she sorta realized that she and Alyssa were pretty quiet as kind-of-outsiders in this family dynamic that did include Verona to some extent.
I do like that Verona gets to be a part of this family. And give it time, Avery. You'll get there.
It was so easy to escape notice or escape the systems of priority people used, but it took energy to avoid it.
deflecting concern in a way that doesn't seem worrying is tricky
Or be inoffensive, or not a screaming emergency in the same way perimeters, invading monsters, wars over magic schools and ominous conspiracies were.
I think Avery and Lucy should talk about keeping all their emotional issues bottled up so that they go unnoticed. They're rooted in different things, and expressed differently, but there's some commonality.
Her gut feeling was that if she went by Clementine’s system of handling stuff by scale, then at least one important thing would slip away.
So she stood outside a house she didn’t recognize, double checked her phone for the house number, and walked down the path
Melissa?
She wore an athletic top with a thin ‘y’ of straps at the back and a herb or something on the front
odds on it being weed?
“Hey, teammate,” Avery said.
“Not on your teams anymore.”
“I still see you as a teammate in spirit,” Avery said.
love you Avery
“Apparently Hailey’s out, though, you know that? Dropped from the team. Weed is legal but coach says we’re not allowed, and after she got frisky with boys around at the end-of-year party, one of the other girls passed it on to coach.”
is weed legal for kids in Canada? I would assume it's age-restricted like in US states where it's legal. AFAIK people in my hometown didn't start getting stoned until midway through highschool, though I suppose there's less else to do in Kennet
“Doing more than hanging out, trust me. Is that what we’re doing here? I tell you stuff and you crap all over anything I say?”
“No. Not crapping, just clarifying.”
feeling a lot of sympathy for Avery here, trying to be supportive while also not agreeing with the other person sucks
You’re gay, cool, do what works for you. Girl at the Wavy Tree was gay and really good.
I'm amused by the straight urge to respond to someone coming out by listing off all the other gay people they know. When I came out to my grandmother I instantly got a rundown of every distant relative and grandchild of her friends' who was gay.
“If I say the wrong things, I might scare you off and never get this magic stuff?”
“Being bitter about your friends isn’t great,” Avery said. “Just as a clue.”
job interview rules! never trashtalk your old coworkers
“I think you’re bitter and you’re unhappy and you might want to be unhappy, and I don’t get why but I want to fix it."
this line is like, peak Avery
“I don’t know. I’m not good at this. I’d need some sign or some clue you’re not going to keep being… this.”
“We had a classmate, didn’t we?”
ah :(
“I thought you were going to kiss me without asking or something messed up like tha- that’s my phone, what the fuck? Give that back!”
dude. c'mon. Not all lesbians are trying to hit on you. Probably none of them are!
“He came back, or they came back. I’ve been walking with no place to go that isn’t getting food so I walked to his house, and he’s back, or something- it’s not him, like I remember him. Older. But his mom looked happy. I tried knocking on her door to tell her about it, but she got weird about it. Is that the kind of thing you were thinking about?”
oh fuck. One of those new others? I guess probably the youth?
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𝕶𝖎𝖑𝖑 𝕱𝖔𝖗 𝖄𝖔𝖚
(Kill For You)
Pt 3
Fem!Reader x Paul
TW: Mentions of abuse, some kissy kissy but nothing NSFW
Paul and I walked in comfortable silence as we made our way to the others. He had assured me that they weren't that far away, so we got to them pretty quickly. I was immediately greeted by Marko pulling me into a hug, lifting me up off of the ground for a moment, before placing me back onto my feet. "Hey y/n!" He said with a wide grin. Clearly pretty happy to see me. "Hey back at you Marko." I gave him a look of surprise. "You're pretty strong, you know that." I pointed out. I mean... I wasn't particularly heavy, but Marko was a good few inches shorter than me. I don’t know. I just wasn't expecting that I guess. Marko shared a look with the others, like my words had some sort of hidden meaning to them that I wasn't aware of, and they found it hilarious. "Yeah. I guess you could say that babe." He said in a nonchalant kind of way and started to, no so subtly, flex. It was pretty funny to see him to those bodybuilder flexing poses. After a minute or so of this, Paul decided to butt in and I guess show off his muscles too? "Nah my muscles are way bigger than his sugar!! I’m way stronger too! Check it out!" Paul announced and proceeded to pose like Marko was. They both had me dying from laughter. Tears in eyes, stomach hurting kind of laughter. "Okay okay! Please, stop.. I'm in pain." I begged through my laughter and tears while still holding my sides. Marko and Paul just laughed and grinned at each other.
Paul grabbed me, wrapped his arms around me and pulled me close. "Want me to kiss it better?" He asked with a smirk and a wink, referring to my stomach. I just rolled my eyes and lightly slapped his chest with a small laugh. Looking up at him with a smile. God, his eyes are so beautiful. HE is so beautiful. The way he was looking at me right now. The sweet, flirty smile. His eyes, that looked like they held so much love right now. We just stood there, staring at and holding each other. It's like we were trapped like that. The boardwalk and everything, everyone on it, just melting away. Slowly, our faces started to move closer and closer to each other, closing the gap between our wanting lips. It's like we both felt this pull to each other that we couldn't resist. As soon as his lips met mine it was like nothing else in the world mattered. Paul's lips were cold and soft. The kiss was slow and sweet but it was also passionate and needy. I wrapped my arms around his neck and my hands found their way into his messy blonde hair. Paul using this to pull me even closer into him, one of his hands traveling down to eventually find it's place on my hip. "Get a damn room you two!" Marko cackled, making fake gagging sounds, pulling Paul and I out of our little daze and back into reality. We pulled away slightly, I slid my hands down to rest on his chest as we rested our foreheads together. Paul let out a chuckle. "Shut up Marko. You're just mad you don't have a babe of your own to make out with." He teased his brother, still looking into my eyes. "Alright, both of you idiots shut up." David interjected, rolling his eyes. Dwayne was just looking between the group with an amused look on his face. Paul pulled away and grabbed my hand. "Come on sugar, lets go ride the roller-coaster then play some games. I wanna win you something." He suggested, already starting to pull me along with him. "Okay, sounds like fun." I said with a smile. "See you guys later." I told the others with a wave. I heard Marko shout before we got too far away. “He sucks at winning those games y/n!”
Paul and I walked hand in hand to the roller-coaster. As we got in line, he moved to stand behind me, wrapping his arms around me and rested his chin on my head. I leaned into him, enjoying the closeness. "You excited y/n?" He asked, giving my waist a quick squeeze. I bit my lip nervously. I have never been on a roller-coaster before... Any ride really. So I was pretty nervous to go on it. "I've uhh. I’ve never actually been on a roller-coaster before." I confessed in a shy and slightly embarrassed voice. Paul moved his head from it's place on top of mine, and looked at me. An obvious shocked expression took over his face but was quickly replaced by teasing grin. "You afraid of heights or something y/n?" He teased. I laughed and shook my head. "No. I just never went on one. Never really had friends to go anywhere with and well, going anywhere with my parents is totally out of the question." I informed him. Paul shrugged and gave me a kiss on the cheek before his head returned to it's place on top of mine. "Good to know I'll be your first then sugar." I snorted at the double meaning of his words. "Funny." I told him as I heard him laugh to himself. "I didn't say anything." He said, acting innocent. Before long, we had made it to the front of the line and were getting onto the ride. As we were being secured into our seats, I grabbed Pauls hand. He brought my hand to his lips, giving it a quick kiss before bringing it back down. "Don't worry babe, I got you." He said, trying to calm my racing heart. Paul thought it was adorable they way you grabbed his hand for comfort. It made him feel good knowing that he could be the one that you turn to for comfort when you needed it. Even if it was just because you were nervous about riding a rollercoaster.
To say I screamed my head off, first out of fear but then fun, would be an understatement. By the time the coaster had come to a stop and we were getting off, Paul was laughing his head off. "Hey! Don't laugh you ass." I said through the smile that was plastered on my face. "I'm sorry sugar pie. It's just, you're face and the way you were screaming. I can't help it. "He said, his own smile plastered on his face. "You had fun though, right babe?" He asked, wrapping his arm around my waist. I leaned into his side and nodded. "Yeah, I had a lot of fun." I said looking up at him. God. The smile you had on your face and the way you were looking at him, was almost enough to make Paul's heart start beating again. Suddenly, he felt nervous, worried. No, he was terrified. He would, at some point, have to tell you about him. About the others and what they were. He was terrified that, once you found out, you would run away screaming. If that happened, Paul's heart would be absolutely shattered. He shuddered at the thought of losing you. "Hey. You okay Paul? You went kinda silent on me there." You asked him worriedly. "Yeah, I'm good. Just wondering what game to play. Gotta win you that prize, remember." He said with a smile, pulling you closer to him. You looked at him for a moment. You could tell that there was something actually bothering him, but you didn't want to force him to talk about something that he didn't want to. So, you just returned his smile and suggested a game to him.
You two walked back to the group, you with your prize Paul had won you in hand and a big grin on your face. It was a cute lion plushie that reminded you of Paul, with it's messy mane of hair. "I thought you sucked at those games." David said with a smirk as soon as he saw the toy I was holding. "Shut up man. I don't suck." Paul said trying to defend himself. Truthfully, it had actually taken Paul quite a few go's to win it. I tried to help Paul out by lying and telling David and the others that Paul had won it on his first try. "I'll have you know, Paul won it first go." I said, before turning my head to look at Paul with a grin. He grinned back and turned back to David. "See! I rock, you suck!" Marko snorted and Dwayne laughed along too. David just rolled his eyes before pulling a cigarette from behind his ear and lit it. We all just hung out around the bikes for a couple more hours before I decided that I should probably go home. I didn't want a repeat of what happened earlier today. I turned to Paul, who was talking to Marko about something. "Uh Paul.. Do you think you could take me home? It's getting late and my parents will be upset if I'm out too much longer." I asked. "Aw but it's not even midnight babe!" Paul whined. I laughed at Paul and pet his head as he grabbed me, burying his face into the crook of my neck. "It's okay Paul. I'll see you tomorrow." I reassured him. "You're such a baby, dude." Marko teased Paul. "AM NOT!" Paul retorted. His voice muffled in my neck. "You literally sound like a child right now, Paul." Dwayne told him with a chuckle. I just laughed at that.. I mean, he's not wrong. It's not the most adult way to respond to being called a baby. "Hey! You're supposed to be on my side babe." Paul said, offended that I would laugh at him being called a baby. "I'm sorry Paul, it's just.. That's exactly how a baby would respond." I teased him. I guess that was a bad idea, because I was promptly swept off of my feet and thrown over Paul's shoulder as he walked off with me... "Paul! Put me down!" I shout through laughter. "Not until you say you're sorry!" He demanded, laughing at me trying to squirm out of his arms. "Okay, okay! I'm sorry!" I conceded. He puts me back down and grins at me.
Eventually, I get him to take me home. He parks a few houses down from mine, much like he did last night. We get off of his bike and he wraps his arms around me, pulling me into a hug, which I immediately accept, resting my head on his chest. We stay like that for a few minutes before pulling away. "Gonna miss me sugar?" Paul asks with a teasing smirk. I brought my arms up and wrapped them around his neck. “Maybe.” I say before pulling him in for a kiss. Our lips met, and again, the world melts away. Paul's hands find their way to my hips and he gives them a gentle squeeze. He starts to trail the kisses from my mouth, along my jaw and down to my neck. It felt so good I didn't want to stop him, but unfortunately I had to. "Paul. As much as I'm enjoying this, We have to stop." I told him in a whisper, my eyes still closed and my fingers tangled in his hair. I felt him smile against my skin before he slowly pulled away. "We could always take this up to your room sugar." He suggested in a flirty tone. Seeing the way he was looking at me right now, made me shiver in the best way possible. I wanted, more than anything, to bring him up to my room. Let him make me feel things I've never felt before, positive that he could and would. The feeling of his hands roaming my body, touching parts of me that nobody had ever touched before. But I couldn't. my parents would probably kill him, and then kill me. Sadly, I'm not exaggerating. I laid my hand on Paul's chest and smiled up at him. "Sorry Romeo, no can do. My parents are home and if they catch me with a boy in my room... Well, it wont be pretty." I told him. "All good sugar pie. There's always next time." He said with a smile and a wink, mounting his bike. I rolled my eyes and shook my head at him. He handed me my plushie take he had somehow managed to stuff into one of his pockets in his coat. “Thanks.” I said as I took it from him with a giggle. "Goodnight Paul." I said as I looked back up to him from the toy and used it’s little arm to wave to Paul. He laughed and imitated the wave. "Night y/n. I'll pick you up tomorrow night, okay. Same time." He informed me. I just nodded in response and turned around and started making my way back to my house. I heard Paul's bike start up and drive away. I turned my head just in time to see bike disappear down the street.
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A bored ghoul and a cardinal
A/N: It was five thirty in the morning and a headcanon from my ghestie wouldn't leave my head. Sorry, it's a little short. I also don't know how I wrote this while listening to Joy Division-
Characters: Copia, Grave (OC)
Warnings: Tickles and some swearing
Summary: Copia becomes Grave's target, when she becomes bored.
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The Cardinal noticed Grave a few minutes ago. She'd practically been stalking him out in the open, and nobody had said a word. It gave him quite a bit of anxiety, if he was being honest. All of the ghouls intimidated him. Even Grave, who was the smallest
They were creatures from Hell! Anybody would be a little scared of them! .... Except his brothers. He was convinced that they feared nothing. As he walked down the hallway leading to the unholy chapel, Grave growling softly now caught his attention.
He turned around, and saw she was hunched over just a little. Her expression was unreadable due to that damned mask.
"E-easy, girl...." Copia pressed himself against a nearby wall, watching helplessly as her growling grew louder and she drew closer.
Ohhhh, he thought she was serious! No wonder he was so frightened! She took off her mask, revealing both goat pupils now dilated and expanded. A soft smile spread made its presence known. Her tail began to wag as she got closer and closer.
Copia tilted his head to the side. "What are you doing?" He asked, wondering why her tail wagged like that, if she meant to attack and cause severe harm.
"Playin'." The irish ghoulette replied, before suddenly pouncing on him, taking the poor cardinal to the ground with her.
Before Copia could say anything more, he found himself bursting into startled, loud, shocked laughter, as Grave gently dug her claws into his ribs. He smothered his laugh into his hand, not wishing to disturb anyone that could be hearing this.
"Grave!" He spoke through his rising giggles, "let me go!"
She snickered, shaking her head, sneaking her tail up his cassock to get his stomach.
"Nah. This is more amusin'! I finished my stuff for the day.... So I figure I'd come have a little fun with ya!"
Copia squirmed, trying to escape her tail. No matter how he twisted and turned, it seemed there was no way to evade it. He squeaked in between his laughter, now attempting to grab it.
Why did she have to be one of the ghoulettes with the 'leaf tails' as he referred to them?! Some ghouls chose to present themselves with the classic looking barbed, devil tail.
And a few presented with a larger, fluffy, almost leaf looking tail. Why they did, nobody knew. Those were always harder to hide onstage but it managed. Those tails also proved to be horrible tickle weapons. Copia supposed it felt like one of those blush brushes.
"Stop with your tail!" He giggled, trying to now block her hands from his ribs.
He swore the longer her tail fluttered over his stomach, the worse it was. It didn't help that she still used her claws on his ribs, still being mindful and gentle to ensure she didn't hurt him.
The cardinal thrashed, boisterous laughter pouring nonstop from his lips, ranging from (in his opinion) embarrassing giggles to cackles, which fluctuated in pitch. Despite his own laughter, he could clearly hear Grave's own softer giggles.
She did not respond to his command with words, only snickering. She smirked upon hearing him snort. The ghoulette was pleased and amused to hear more that followed the first.
The pink on Copia's cheeks now darkened to pure crimson as he held his hands over his mouth and nose, trying his best to stop or at least muffle them. This was so embarrassing! Not to mention, highly unprofessional!
"Awww, c'mon Cardinal," Grave giggled, withdrawing her tail out of his cassock, now squeezing his sides, making him spill out further snort filled giggles.
"Your laugh is nothing to be embarrassed about! It's cute!"
How did she know?! Oh right.... Her powers were similar to Swiss. She had the ability to hear thoughts and read minds. Nobody was safe from her.
Seeing as she couldn't get at his stomach with her claws, she sent waves of tingles to the spot, relishing Copia's shocked squeal.
"GRAVE!" He howled, "N-not that! I hate it when you-" he couldn't speak for the belly laughter that took ahold of him.
The ghoulette purred, her tail swaying and wagging gleefully behind her as her laughter mingled with his. She was pleased with how this was turning out. Usually, she was caught before she could strike but Copia proved an easy target.
She liked his laughter, thought it was charming and felt he needed to smile more. He was always so anxious or on edge. And Copia was quickly becoming one of her favorite people, in the three days since Terzo had summoned her.
And he was so fun too! He gave some of the best reactions to getting tickled, and judging by his thoughts afterwards, he secretly enjoyed this little game. Before Grave could see if his legs were ticklish, a strong grip closed around the back of the collar of her uniform, lifting her off of the giggly cardinal and into the air.
The ghoulette came face to face with Secondo, who raised an eyebrow, his expression unreadable but according to his thoughts, he was just a little amused.
"And what do you think you're doing?" Secondo's voice rumbled, a smirk twitching its way onto his face at Grave's tongue sticking comically out of the corner of her mouth.
"Em... Playin'?" She offered as an explanation, a nervous grin upon her lips.
Secondo set the ghoulette down. She helped Copia to his feet, who giggled still, as he caught his breath.
"You know better than to disturb those that are working," Secondo reprimanded.
"She wasn't disturbing me, fratello," Copia assured him, trying to keep her from getting scolded, "I was on a break!"
The elder brother turned his attention to his younger sibling.
"Were you? Well.... Don't take too long. You know how Sister gets. As for you...."
He allowed a wry smile, looking at Grave. Never let it be said, Secondo didn't have a sense of humor. Though it was rare, often fleeting.
"Go do that to your boyfriend."
Grave blushed, putting her mask back on with a flustered huff.
"Wait..." Copia grinned, "you have a boyfriend? Who's your mate?"
She glared holes into Secondo, who chuckled quietly, enjoying seeing how his words got a rise out of her.
"Nobody! Papa Secondo's just bein' a gobshite!"
"She has a little crush on Phil. Follows him around any chance she gets. You should see it sometime, it's somewhat.... Endearing."
"Awwwww!" Copia laughed, "don't worry, I won't tell him!"
Grave growled in frustration, annoyed that it was so blatantly obvious. If it was obvious to everyone else.... Did Phil know too?
"You won't.... But I might." Secondo's grin was diabolical at this point.
Grave immediately tore down the hallway, looking for the ghoul in question, trying to make sure Secondo didn't already say anything. This wasn't how she wanted him to find out!
As Copia resumed his duties, he couldn't help but feel as though perhaps Grave wasn't as frightening as he thought. Maybe all of the other ghouls and ghoulettes weren't that bad.
Upon picking up on these thoughts, Grave smiled. Good to know she had changed his mind. And upon hearing his next thoughts she was already planning her next attack.
After all, he did just wonder if she'd do it again, sometime....
#the band ghost#ghost the band#ghost bc#cardinal copia#nameless ghouls#nameless ghoulette oc#erin's fics#the author writes trash
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