#but if i did i would suspect that whoever i was in my last life died in a tornado
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abed's rom-com | abed nadir
pairing: Abed Nadir x g/n!reader
fandom: Community
request: @lilfartbox1 (i am so sorry for the wait 😭) : please any abed nadir comfort / fluff pieces like theres a little angst of them miscommunicating their feelings for eachother and then find out theyve both been doing the same thing of trying to make the other jealous etc
content warnings: not proofread, fluff, angst if you squint extremely hard
word count: 910
A/N: yikes this is rushed but i recently started watching community again and this had been in my drafts for too long so i wanted to finish it
Abed knew he wasn't the best at dealing with his emotions, often turning to his favourite sitcoms and movies for help. Especially when it came to romance. He hadn't had as much experience with it as he would've liked, so when he realised he started liking you in a romantic way, he quickly became panicked. You were part of the study group, meaning if he started liking you it could potentially ruin the dynamic of the friendship. But when Annie told him you felt the same way about him, he knew exactly what to do. Except he didn't. It wasn't working the way he had planned. He'd been reenacting an age old trope; person a makes person b so jealous that they eventually confess their feelings for person a. He started off small, making sure you'd see him catching glances at some random student in the cafeteria, and zoning out as if he'd been thinking about someone else. That was half true. To make it realistic, he'd always think about you when he pretended to zone out. When someone - normally Annie, who Abed told all about his plan - would catch him staring at someone and begin to tease him about it, he noticed how quiet you would get, how you wouldn't engage in any other conversations and would even leave because you were 'late for something else'. He didn't like it. The last thing he wanted was to know he made you upset. But no one in the movies ever stopped their plan halfway. As much as he wanted to, he didn't stop his plan.
He suspected that his plan was working when you started doing the same thing he did and made him jealous. It was either that, or his plan had backfired and you thought he didn't like you so you moved on. Either way, he still felt insanely jealous of whoever you began to like- whether they were real or not. He needed you to confess to him soon. Very soon. Being so jealous as well as not being sure if he had any reason to be jealous was driving him insane, he couldn't even focus on studying. Not that much studying was happening though.
"Abed, is everything ok?" he barely even registered the question, and was not able to recognize who's voice that was.
"What?" he mumbled back, his mind still elsewhere as he spoke with the group.
"We asked if you were ok." Annie began speaking, "You seem kind of out of it today."
Troy nodded, "Yeah, you and Y/N." Abed's head perked up at the sound of your name, suddenly giving Troy his full attention, "Neither of you have laughed at anything I've said today." he said, looking quite sad.
Abed looked over to where you were sitting, the two of you meeting eyes. You looked at each other for a moment, before announcing to the group you had to leave, not knowing that Abed was following behind you. You stood in one of the more secluded halls, startled when you saw Abed next to you.
"Shit, you scared me."
"Sorry," he said, making less eye contact than usual, "I wanted to tell you something."
You nodded, signalling for him to go on.
"I like you, Y/N." he was quick with his confession, after hiding his feelings for long he wanted to get straight to the point, "I know you like someone else, but I need you to know how I felt." as he spoke, the situation became more and more real to him. No matter how cliche the plot between the two of you was, it wasn't a cheesy rom-com movie. It was real life. And in real life, there wasn't a guaranteed requited love story. There was a chance you could reject Abed's feelings, and his friendship with you would be ruined. "I'm sorry if this makes things awkward between us," he said, a frown taking place on his lips, "You're one of my closest friends, but I couldn't keep this from you, that wouldn't be fair to you."
You watched and listened to his confession intently, seeing how genuine his expression and words were. He wasn't playing a character, or just reenacting a scene - no matter how much his confession sounded like it was taken straight out of a rom-com - it was real.
"Abed," you began, "There's no other person. I made that up." you explained, though a part of you figured that he guessed that already, "I only acted like I liked someone else because I thought you liked someone else."
He couldn't help the smile forming on his lips, "I made that up too,"
His smile was contagious, as you quickly felt your lips turning upwards into a smile as you laughed softly, "You should start making romance movies."
"I have no interest in doing that. I could but I don't think I'd find it very enjoyable." he paused, "But I appreciate the sentiment."
"Speaking of movies, would you wanna see a movie with me sometime?"
"I would like that. We can look at session times together when we're finished studying. We should also get back to the library."
You nodded, unable to stop the smile growing on your lips as you asked, "Do you wanna hold hands when we walk back or...?"
He smiled softly and held out his hand for you to hold, "I would like that."
"Cool." you took his hand.
"Cool cool cool."
#fanfiction#abed nadir#abed nadir x reader#abed nadir x gender neutral reader#community#danny pudi#x reader#gender neutral reader#abed nadir x y/n#abed nadir x you#fluff#froggywritesstuff
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lots of talk about why Mike reacted so negatively to this when he reacted so positively to this:
can we talk about how the Rinkomania reaction started in between those two things? right here:
at mid-season-2, all the times Mike has seen El use force against people have been super justified because there were lives at stake (or at very least, like in the case of tossing Lucas in the junkyard, she thought there were)
then Max wipes out, and goes "ooh it was like a magnet pulled on my board" and instead of taking that the way anyone would - that this annoying girl fell due to lack of skill and is trying to save face with a stupid excuse - INSTANTLY Mike suspects El. El, who's currently dead or lost in another dimension or whatever, must actually be lurking around here with nothing better to do than trip Max.
ok 100% accurate but I'm offended nonetheless
why did he jump to that conclusion?
the last time some inexplicable, physical but nonlethal hijinks befell someone he was talking to, he turned around and saw who was responsible:
so when Max fell, in that same gym btw, of course his brain goes turn around, look at what you seee
this was Mike learning that, oh, El isn't Superman and doesn't reserve her powers only for perfectly morally justified situations, but can in fact lash out about anything that bothers her, like the disturbed child she is.
BUT I don't think he actually processed that at that moment. he wasn't thinking about how Max did absolutely nothing that could be misinterpreted as a threat, and didn't deserve this. at that moment, any thought of justice for Max, or scrutiny of El's motives, was easily and completely drowned out by excitement that El might be there.
so later Mike sees Angela screaming on the ground with El standing over her, and remembers he has already seen El respond to a non-life-threatening situation with a level of force that didn't make sense to him.
plus he has that whole protection thing and I think seeing anyone get hurt is paladin catnip to him (see him rushing to Max's aid two seconds after telling her she's annoying). he has that instinct to support whoever's been knocked down undeservedly - yeah he knows Angela is an asshole, but El's response seems overboard to him, so while he doesn't go as far as rushing to Angela's side, he doesn't rush to El's side either.
he keeps distance between himself and El at the rink and leaves her sitting alone in the most literal demonstration of not wanting to take her side. he seems irritated in the car and downright pissed at the dinner table. I think it's true that he was overwhelmed in the moment and scared not of El but of the situation, but I don't think that's all of it, because then why would he be pissed.
maybe he's seeing patterns and thinking back on how Max didn't deserve that at all, and how neither of these things were very Superman of El and he's a bit disillusioned that she doesn't live up to the flawless superhero moral code he assigns her in his mind.
while the Angela thing seems WAY harsher than the Max thing, can I also say that a lot of that is due to circumstances?
Angela's pouring blood, wailing, an ambulance has to come, there's lots of witnesses. it looks baaaad. Max isn't injured, isn't too bothered, and there are no witnesses or real consequences. shrug. but it easily could've gone down much more like Angela. you can absolutely break a bone or get a concussion from a spill like Max's.
Max isn't hurt, so Mike just leaves the room, and nothing ever comes of it. compare to Mike watching an inevitably-to-be-arrested El sit stewing in the aftermath as dozens of Angela's sympathizers watch her get checked for brain damage by EMTs.
it's little wonder Mike has such a different reaction in the moment, even though El's actions in these two scenes actually isn't totally night and day.
El's force was more deliberately focused on Angela, and I think El did intend to hurt Angela in a way she didn't intend to hurt Max (El yoinked the skateboard rather than bodily targeting Max herself, but her intent was still to make Max fall, and she could have been comparably injured as a result).
like, up til the point of "El gets mad and lashes out" these are similar - the way the aftermath unfolds just happens to take the best and worst possible paths, respectively.
and before you want to point out that the Angela thing was a reaction of anger and the Max was just about puppy love jealousy, no, that was anger. Max is literally the first thing El thinks of when Kali says to think of something that angers her.
tldr; rinkomania is just a nightmare remix of the gym scene to Mike
#tfw you find out your gf is in fact just some girl with massive psychological issues and not superman (sad trombone)#forgot what my point was halfway as usual but here are my brain crumbs about the situation#analysis#mine#eleven#mike wheeler#like. haven't we all done something wrong that was nbd just because nobody got hurt and nobody saw it#but if it had gone down differently it could have been an extremely big deal#imagine: Max falls breaks her arm screams teachers run in Mike has to stay with her til medics arrive a small crowd gathers#El feels bad and homerbushes.gifs outta there. the hand Max tries to shake hers with later has a cast on it#also rinko is so funny because Mike thought til 1 minute ago that El and Angela were besties#so he sees her bash her face in and is like 'girl your friendmaking skills are so questionable but ig it works for you. max misses you btw'
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The dark lord sitting menacingly in his throne, though in his lap is a adorable mini plushie their darling made them, and then there's darling, sitting right next to him wearing normal village clothes or really cute clothes, just looking super out of place in the sea of dark colors with all the dark schemes happening around them
The twisted faces of the fallen cast haunting shadows along the walls of the dark lord's throne room; their body spilled across its floors. The smell of smog and burnt flesh taints the air; cut by the smell of an ocean's breeze.
The dark lord sits silently in their throne; face expressionless before those who lie at their feet. Wearing armor made from the scales of hellborn beasts; wielding the scepter from which their dark magic spewed, none could deny the menacing aura that radiated from them. A force cut by the presence of a little doll rested gently in their lap.
The doll was a replica of them. Twisted horns and all. A few more plushies were thrown about the throne; button eyes casted far off into the distance - or into the souls of whoever looked back. Despite its cuteness, the doll's existence almost made the dark lord look even more terrifying. They protect it with the same air as a guard dog protecting its territory, the only thing more important than it being the person sitting besides them.
You stitch away at a new plush without a care in the world. In the dreary environment of the castle, you stuck out like a sore thumb. Your clothes dripped with color, and your smile rained bright enough to cast away the shadows than lingered over the horizon; one of the many things the dark lord grew to love.
You were just a simple villager back then. The first they'd ever captured. Even within the confines of the prison you kept a positive spirit; melting the icy cage around their heart. They confessed their love not long after and that's how your life began as the dark lord's spouse.
"So... which one of you maggots did it?"
The servants at the bottom of the throne whimper. While cleaning the castle, someone had thrown out one of the plushs you made. It took all morning for you to call them down enough to not rip off the head of the nearest servant, but eventually the suspect list was down to the two before you.
"I was cleaning the opposite side of the room that the doll was last seen on, I'm sure it was them that threw it away."
The other servant goes to protest, but the dark lord slams their staff into the floor to get their full attention.
"I don’t give a damn who did it. By my logic, both of you are responsible. You should be begging for forgiveness before I rip out your lungs, have them cooked, and then have them feed to your God damn-"
"Honey!" The lord's tirade is cut short as you speak up. "We've talked about this before, haven't we?"
They grumble. "Just an apology will be fine. Then you're free to go."
You smile in approval; placing a kiss to their cheek. The dark lord sports a grin of their own, hooking their arms around you. They were such a pushover when it came to you. They really needed to nip that in the bud, but you were their entire world and they would do anything for your happiness.
The servants find no comfort in their worlds. For as you look away, the glare sent their way seals their fates. You'd be informed the following day of their vacation since the dark lord was so gracious towards the help.
#yandere#yandere x reader#yandere oc#yandere scenarios#yandere imagines#yandere x you#yandere headcanons#yandere insert#yandere fluff#soft yandere#yandere fic#yandere writing#yandere drabble
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Can I request prompt 56 with Obito?Thank you ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ
I’m back from my vacation!
Tw: Yandere themes, unhealthy mindset, unhealthy relationship, possessive behavior, obsession, delusional thoughts, stalking, mentions of arranged engagement, abduction, death
Prompt 56
Nothing had been quite the same. Not since (f/n)'s death. Since their murder. The entire town had been in an uproar ever since, questioning everyone and investing heavily to solve the mysterious and brutal death of your future partner. Well, the one your parents had chosen for you. You hadn't had any say in it when they had arranged together with (f/n)'s parents the engagement, didn't have any right to object when discussions about the wedding had beem brought up. Deep down though you had prayed, prayed to old and new gods to save you, free you from a marriage you didn't want.
However, now that your wishes had been heard, you didn't feel any relief. Never had you wished death upon them, nor any harm as you had known that they hadn't had much of a choice in it either. They could have lived such a long life, far too young had (f/n) left this world. All alone, burnt and murdered. Who would commit such an inhumane crime?
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You did your best to ignore everyone's eyes as you walked across the marketplace, although your head hung low and your gaze was focused on the ground in front of you. Ever since (f/n)'s funeral, rumors had started to make their way amongst the citizens. Many knew by now how unhappy you had been with the arranged engagement and since no one else had ever felt any ill will against (f/n), you had quickly become the main suspect in this murder case. No one had been able to confirm those rumors though as you had been on that day with your parents who had started preparing you for the upcoming marriage, looking with you for the fitting clothes you'd wear for that day. You had an alibi yet despite it, the gossip hadn't died down. An accomplice. That's what you often overheard as people came up with the conclusion that you probably had someone who had helped you. The question would be who though, you'd be slightly curious to see who they might suspect as your partner in crime.
Not everyone believed the ridiculous talk on the streets yet their pitiful and sympathic attempts to cheer you up didn't make you feel any better. You didn't want to be pitied, suspected or noticed at all. You didn't want to be the centre of attention nor made different in the mind of the people only because of your personal connection to the victim. Sometimes you felt like an attraction more than anything else. You were slowly made into an outsider and you did not like it one bit.
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Muffled voices from behind the door caused you to stop abruptly, right in front of your parent's house. Only your parents were supposed to be home right now yet you definitely heard more than two voices right now. You slowly put down the bag filled with groceries before pressing your ear against the wood of the door, attempting to identify the muddle of voices inside.
"You're sure that your child will come? They've been avoiding us for those last few days. Mighty suspicious, wouldn't you agree?"
You recognized the sharp and rough voice instantly, even if the sound was still muffled. It was (f/n)'s father, their mother was most likely with him. You removed your ear hastily as you knew what they thought about you, you'd known ever since the funeral where the mother had shouted and cried at you, blaming you for the death of her child. You understood that both of them were in deep grief and sorrow, felt hot anger for whoever had murdered their only child. An irrational feeling that both of them had turned against the first person available, you. They had been the loudest from all villagers, had accused you the harshest. You were innocent and felt unfairly treated, a part of you still felt sympathy for them. You couldn't bring yourself to face them though, you felt too ashamed and scared to do so. So you slowly placed the bag of groceries in front of the door before turning around. It took courage to face parents struck with resentment and grief, courage you did not have.
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You awoke with a startled gasp in the middle of the night. Strange light was illuminating your room from the window and loud screams could be heard from outside. Many different voices were shouting all at the same time and made it hard for you to distinguish what each of them was saying yet you could clearly hear the sheer panic inside each and every voice. You quickly stood up and hurried over to the window to take a look outside. Your heart dropped and your face twisted into a fearful mask. Fire. There was a fire.
You didn't care that you were still in your night clothes as you stormed down your stairs, hastily put on your shoes and ripped open the door. You stepped on something as soon as you stepped outside though, the object rustling as your foot pressed down onto it. When you lifted your leg confused, you saw a single red rose lying randomly on your doorsill, slightly withered. You picked it up carefully, avoiding to get pricked on the dark red flower. For a few seconds you stared at te flower, trying to come up with an explanation to how that had gotten here when suddenly one of your neighbours called out your name.
"(y/n)! (y/n)!"
They came running from the direction of the fire, fear and worry etched deep into their face.
"Y-you...I think you should get out of the village." they managed to squeeze out in between their panting, wildly gesturing with their hands around.
"What? Why?" you blurted out confused before something clicked in your mind, a bad foreboding as your gaze stared at the brightly burning fire again. If you were right, it came from the direction of...
"What happened?" you asked in a suddenly somber tone, continuously swallowing down the lump in the back of your throat that threatened to appear there and make it hard for you to breathe.
"T-the house of (f/n)'s parents...it's burning! It's on fire, (y/n)! Both of them are most likely..." They couldn't even finish their sentence but they didn't need to, you understood perfectly what had happened right now and you also knew why they urged you to leave as quickly as possible.
"They suspect that I'm responsible for it, don't they?" you pressed out, clutching the rose inside your hand tighter, until you felt the thorns breaking your skin. You yelped quietly as you felt warm blood trickle down your palm, although you were far too stressed in that moment to dwell too long on the mild sting.
"They're out of their minds, (y/n)! They're scared! A few of us tried to stop them but they won't listen! I-I understand that this is unfair of me to ask but I think that it would be safer for you if you'd leave for a while. At least until everyone has calmed down a bit."
"How bad is it?"
"Some of them want to throw you in jail and use force to make you confess that you're the culprit. I don't think that anyone can reason with them right now."
The screams grew slowly louder in the distance, an angry mob that was coming for you. You had masked all your emotions behind a mask as you looked at them with an unreadable expression. They couldn't look you into your eyes and the thought left your lips before you could stop it.
"You're scared of me too." It wasn't an accusation but the stunningly soft tone with which you mumbled those words might have been even more unnerving. They flinched slightly, panicked eyes darting shortly across your face. Their mouth opened shortly as if to negate your statement but they couldn't bring themselves to do so with the way you looked at them.
"I...I'm sorry." they stumbled out, seemingly the only thing that they could come up with in this situation.
"It's alright. Thank you for warning me despite your fear." you replied, numbly stepping forward and walking past them.
"Wait! Are you leaving without any money or clothes?"
"I don't have time for that, I fear." you replied, glancing over your shoulder to catch a glimpse of the first villagers that came storming to your house. Your legs started dashing across the streets towards the nearby forest where you would take shelter for an unknown time. You wondered what would happen to your parents, prayed for their best as you continued clutching the flower as if searching for comfort in the pain.
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You let your feet carry you through the forest, unaware of where you were going. You just walked and walked further away from the distant screams and the glowing flames and only when everything was only darkness and forest did you realize how uneasy you had been the entire time, holding your breath and clutching the rose in front of your chest, coating it in your blood. A few deep breaths in and out were taken as you took in the sounds of rustling leaves and chirring of the insects, reminding you that nothing would hurt you here. That's when you finally slid down against the trunk behind you, stretching your legs out and laying your hands in your lap, weary gaze focused on your blood-stained palms and the flower, shimmering bloody under the dim moonlight.
A long sigh left your lips, a sound far too old for someone your age, as you leaned your head against the wood behind you. You knew that the question of what to do now was unavoidable but at least for tonight you did not want to worry about it. At least a few hours of peace and silence. That was all you wanted. Heavy eyelids slowly drooped as you didn't even want to bother finding a better place to sleep for tonight. You were exhausted and just wanted to forget everything for a while.
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Not entirely sure if you had fallen asleep at all and if yes for how long, your head shot up all of a sudden like you had seen in your past with alarmed animals when detecting something. A flash of something black had just appeared in one of the treetops before vanishing in thin air. It could have just been your tired imagination, it could have been just some bird but it had disturbed you nonetheless. Your back was stiff from the wood and your neck cramped painfully. You rolled your neck around a bit, the tips of your fingers digging into the tense muscles underneath your skin and massaging them to loosen them up. Your eyes never darted down though as you searched for the strange shadow from before, without much success though. For a blissful short moment you were able to convince yourself that it had been indeed not more than a fleeting imagination from your tired mind. Until you heard something that dangerously resembled footsteps.
Holding the flower in your hand, unwilling to leave it behind and risk leaving any traces behind, you pressed your feet in the hard ground and shuffled yourself into the ocean of bushes behind the tree. Your hands were still inflicted with wounds and nor did you want to open them again and leave behind a trail of blood, nor did you want to risk any infection. Doing it as fast as possible yet also as quietly as possible was a challenge so much so that with every rustle that came with your movement, your heart seemed to stop for a short moment.
Little twigs poked into your clothes, skin and entangled themselves into your hair, pulling it as you moved further into the bushes. Your view was eventually hidden, the limited light shining through the twigs and leaves limited. Only your ears were reliable now and you hyper-focused as you tried to pick up every suspicious sound.
Apparently whoever was out there though wasn't even trying to hide themselves though as you heard them walking to the spot where you had been resting only moments before. Knowing that, you stopped moving completely, not willing to risk getting caught. The tension was killing you and you would have given everything to just peek out of the bushes and catch a short glimpse but you weighted your chances and arrived at the conclusion that it might be too risky. The person walked across the open space, the pace of their footsteps increasing significantly after a while as if getting impatient or anxious.
"(y/n)!"
It was a male, unfamiliar and high-pitched voice that almost sounded fake in your ears. He knew your name so you couldn't do anything besides assuming that he was also from the village, only that you had never heard this voice before. Your home wasn't very big so everyone knew everyone though so the fact that this voice was belonging to someone you didn't know threw you off. Who else would know your name? You'd never left your town. The urgency in his voice was something that surprised you too, no malicious intent anywhere in his voice. Much on the opposite actually, he seemed scared for you. Nevertheless though, you stayed silent. You did not trust strangers who just knew your name whilst you had never met them before.
"(y/n), please come out. I know that it must be scary for you, you poor thing were chased out of your own village. I'd never harm you though, I'm here to help."
You sat up, slightly alarmed that the stranger knew about the village accident. That must have been only a few hours ago. How did he know? He must have been watching you this entire time, a thought that gave you slight chills.
“Sweetheart…where are you hiding? I know you’re here."
Sweetheart? Why would he call you by such an intimate nickname? That was something usually only lovers called each other or parents their own children. He wouldn't call you that without knowing you long enough, you realized with growing dread. How long exactly had this guy been watching you?
Your thoughts blocked out his attempts to beckon you to show yourself as your mind started peacing together the information like you'd done with puzzles when you were younger.
A stranger who knew you yet you'd never seen him who felt some form of weird affection for you. He'd known about you fleeing from the village mere hours ago so he had definitely been watching you without you being aware of it. Was he a stalker? If yes, for how long exactly had you been watched? Since before your engagement? If that was possible, how would have someone like that reacted to the information that you'd been engaged? He already sounded like he wasn't quite in his right mind so he must have reacted terribly to it. But that would only mean...that he must have murdered (f/n) in some sort of blind rage.
This man out there was the murder of (f/n) and their parents.
You felt your blood freezing in your veins as cold terror embraced you tightly. You noticed how your body had slowly started crawling further away as your survival instinct took over. You'd not stay close to someone who had murdered people for you.
When he suddenly started babbling though, you stopped, alarmed by his silence. Admittedly, you hadn't listened to whatever he had been ranting about but it seemed out of character for him. Had he lost his patience.
You heard him sigh, at least you had to assume that it was him. The voice itself was deep, far more deeper than it had previously been but at least it sounded real now. tThat must have been his real voice, although you had to wonder why he would feign his real voice like that.
"You don't leave me much of a choice if you don't come out willingly, you know?"
The voice seemed to be directed to the bushes as if he was looking straight at you, hidden behind the green leaves and twigs. All hair on your body stood up instantly when you heard his voice, your gut twisting around inside of you and letting you know that it sensed danger. You started moving faster as the sensation filled your veins, urging you to get away from this man as quick as possible.
“Come out, come out, wherever you are. I’ll find you anyways, I can hear your breathing.”
It happened in only a mere few seconds and you couldn't react or do anything. He just appeared, right above you. Hands shot through the twigs and leaves, grabbing you and tugging you forcefully out of your hiding spot. Your heart dropped down to your stomach when your legs were in the air flailing around as you were in the air all of a sudden for a few miliseconds before he lifted you up in his arms and seemingly transported back to the open field. The speed had your head spinning, you'd never encountered someone that fast before in your life.
His hold on you was consistent even when he slowly let you down, taking notice of your dizziness and holding you so that you could steady yourself. The world was turning an spinning and so did your stomach as your senses were overwhelmed with the buzzing dizziness in your brain. You wondered shortly if you'd have to vomit, something you'd rather avoid in front of a stranger. Your eyes closed as you took deep breaths, trying to distract yourself from the nausea and the dizziness somehow. You just had to wait until the world didn't spin anymore.
You caught multipe whiffs of his own scent whilst breathing in and out and the image of an old cave instantly popped up in your mind as you did so because that was exactly what he smelled like. An earthy and dusty odor clung to his clothes and skin which made you wonder if he was perhaps living in one.
"I-it's fine. I'm fine now." you stuttered out when you felt one of his gloved hands brushing through your hair worried, your eyelids slowly fluttering open as you blinked a couple of times. The world at least wasn't spinning anymore so you felt secure on both of your feet now, slowly straightening yourself.
He was wearing an orange mask as you noticed, black and slightly spiky hair the only thing that you could see. A small hole was where his eye should be, although it was weird why he didn't have another hole where his other eye was. You gazed warily at the one black hole, unable to see his eye due to the lack of light.
You attempted to remove yourself from his touch carefully only to stop when he quickly grabbed you and pulled you back, seemingly not tolerating even a bit of distance in between you too. You swallowed heavily, pushing the urge to scream and yell back down as you knew that it would be useless. There was no one around here and acting all hysterical surely wouldn't get you anywhere.
"You're the one who murdered (f/n) and set fire to their parent's house, aren't you?" you questioned with a quivering voice.
He tilted his masked face in an almost childlike manner which was answer enough for you and forced you to breathe deeply out and in, your heart pumping wildly inside your chest.
"What do you want to do with me now?"
A question you dreaded but that you had to ask. He hadn't come all the way just to introduce himself to you surely.
"You're coming with me. I'm not letting you wander around like this. It's too dangerous for you."
"Why do you think so?"
"Because I know how the world is. It's a cruel and unforgiving place. I won't let it harm a single strand on your head."
"But I have parents and friends."
You had said something wrong, you knew that the moment his grip tightened on you and he stood straight, towering over you.
"You mean the parents who wanted to marry off to some random stranger and the friends who wanted to chase you out of the village and hurt you? Those so called precious people of yours sold you, betrayed you and didn't even believe in your innocence! What worth could they have to you?"
His voice was poisonous and his grip tight to the point that it became painful. When you winced slightly and grabbed his arm, he luckily snapped out of it and released his hold. You rubbed your hurting arm, pulling it close to your chest.
"So you're saying that you're better than them? Despite the fact that you murdered people?"
"They deserved it! All of them deserved it! They were out to hurt you, imprison you and make you unhappy! I did it to protect you! I already told you, I won't let anyone harm you."
His voice became soft and sincere at the end and you knew that he meant those words. It could have been almost romantic if you didn't know that this was a deranged killer who had some weird obsession with you.
"And you're different?"
"I am. I'll care for you. I'll love you. I'll protect you."
He sounded eager as you asked him those questions and you had a suspicion he misunderstood your hidden horror as acceptance and your questions as confirmation. You couldn't run away though, he was far too fast so you had no choice but to play it safe.
"You say all of this yet I don't even know your name and your face. Seems a bit unfair, considering that you know me quite well."
You were sure that you saw hesitance flickering shortly across his body as he slowly reached out to his mask, paused for a brief moment before pulling it up. What you saw shocked you slightly as you had never seen something like that before.
One half of his face was covered in scars and you could only fathom what would cause such an injury. You had a feeling though that you shouldn't overreact so you kept your calm face and nodded.
"And your name?"
"Obito."
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Soundleasure | Choi San || CH. 9
Pairings: Soft!San x fem!reader || Strangers to lovers, fake dating
Genre: smut, angst, fluff, online sex, ghosting
Warnings: inexperienced!San, fem!reader, masturbation, online sex, camboy, first times.
Summary: You can do whatever you please and be whoever you want on the Internet. And San knew that a little bit too well.
After finally following all the signs the universe was throwing at him, he started living a double life that no one was aware of. Everyone in his daily life knew him as Choi San, the reserved and quiet boy who wouldn't raise his voice, and would barely communicate with anyone outside of his comfort group. But only a few knew him as Soundleasure, the man with a sexy voice and a filthy mind that had their toes curling just with his narrations.
He never thought of the possibility of those two lives ever meeting, he had always tried for them to follow a parallel route and had always played safe to keep his friends from ever suspecting that side even existed. But his plans will start to crumble when he gets a little too close with one of his subscribers and she invades his real-self and altergo's universes without being able to stop it.
Y/n will not only help him to keep his secret from his circle, but will also show him there's more of Soundleasure in him than he'd like to admit.
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Aprox. time of reading: 14 minutes
A loud scream from somewhere in the house interrupted whatever it was he was trying to type on the computer. By how loud and powerful it was, almost making the walls tremble with it, San could tell it came from Mingi. It worked like an alarm, because not even a minute later, both Wooyoung and San were showing up at the living room with a confused look.
—Who used my razor?
Mingi lifted it, to show off the rusty blaze. As if neither of them would be able to see the tiny brown marks over the shiny silver color from their positions.
—Mingi, are you sure you weren't the last one to use it? —San tried to knock some sense back to his friend— Last time you pulled a scene like this, you were the one who ate your last yogurt.
—Yeah —Wooyoung seconded—. Try to think about what you did before blaming others. You probably were the one who left it in a random place after shaving.
—You think so?
His determined gaze quickly changed to a confused and insecure one, looking at the razor while he tried to remember what exactly happened the last time he shaved to know whether Wooyoung was right or not.
Slightly pouting his lips, Mingi went back to close himself inside the bathroom, leaving San and Wooyoung alone in the living room. As soon as the door of their shared bathroom closed, his best friend turned to him with a devilish smile and a contained laugh.
—I actually was the one who did it.
San gave him a scolding look, tilting his head in annoyance when he was aware of the war that would start if Mingi knew about it.
—He always leaves his things everywhere —Wooyoung tried to excuse himself—. You'll see how he'll be careful with his things from now on.
—I knew it! —Mingi screamed again, opening the door to their bathroom— You little gaslighting asshole.
San just stared at them, seeing Wooyoung barely able to move his right arm as he tried to move the chairs from their dinner table to block Mingi to get any close to him as they ran around it. The doctor told him that, even though his arm seemed to be alright already, at least enough to take off the bandage, to be careful with the movements he could make and the pressure he added on the joint. And what was Wooyoung doing? Exactly the opposite of what he was told.
—Don't be a pig and I'll respect your things —Wooyoung said, testing what direction he should run to, as Mingi stood at the opposite side of him.
—It was a new razor that cost forty dollars.
—Forty dollars for that?! —San interrupted, opening his eyes wide at the price.
—I don't care. It's on the Rules Board —Wooyoung insisted—. If you leave your things unattended in a common space, deal with the consequences.
San sighed at the mention of the Rules Board. It was their way to get used to one another and their way to live. Actually, it was created mainly because Mingi worked night shifts, and it was their best way to settle the times in which they could make noise and when they should keep the volume as low as possible. Once Mingi finished his degree and started working in the position he was in, that board found a comfortable space behind the bookshelf in the right corner of the living room, next to the dinner table.
—It was a gift from my mom, you dumbass —Mingi ignored his comment.
—Your mom bought you that? —Wooyoung's cocky expression changed to a concerned one.
—Yes!
—Sorry, I didn't know.
Wooyoung walked to their taller friend, trying to calm down the mood, before he spoke again.
—I'll buy you the same one —he said—. Send me the model, and I'll make the order right now.
As soon as Wooyoung left, a smirk appeared on Mingi's face, turning to San with a proud look.
—It wasn't a gift from my mom —he whispered.
Of course San was already suspecting that. Mingi was such a bad liar, stuttering as he dropped those words, that he was surprised Wooyoung didn't catch on to the lie as soon as he heard it.
—Use one of mine for today, and hope Woo doesn't find out about that —San simply said, after rolling his eyes—. I need silence to finish my research, and with you two bickering like five year olds I will never finish.
—Alright, alright —his hands raised to the air—. I'm meeting up with some friends, anyway.
Said that, Mingi closed himself inside the bathroom again, leaving San alone in their living room. After sighing, he went back to his room, closing the door behind him, before he made his way to the turned on computer and the blank sheet on Word.
His research was actually the new theme for the weekly video that he had been trying to think of for almost an hour already.
His fingers taped over the black desk, trying to get some inspiration back -although it wasn't like he had any before Mingi interrupted.
Trying to write a proper script was the most difficult part of what he did, although he had never been in such a big block as he was that day. He had gone through several tropes ever since he joined the website: cute boyfriend, angry sex, friends to lovers, friend's brother... even he sometimes went over some dark concepts that people asked him to do in the comments. Not even with those he had a hard time writing them as that day.
Whenever he came up with an idea, Y/n instantly showed up in his head taking the position of the lead of his fantasies. Innocent girlfriend? Y/n was there. Hot neighbor? She was there. Sister's friend? She fitted the role perfectly.
His head was thrown back, hanging over the backrest of his chair, as he closed his eyes.
The memories from the previous night were still fresh, the warmth of her body against his was still there, he almost could feel her if he concentrated enough. Even her floral scent invaded his nostrils as soon as he left his mind blank.
His fingers flew to the curve between his lower lip and chin, touching where she kissed him the past night to fool his friends into thinking they actually kissed. His heart started beating faster again when he remembered how her breath coated his skin first, before her lips covered that spot. She felt soft and moist, and it made him wonder if she would've felt better if he hadn't told her she didn't kiss anyone before her. What would've happened if he had allowed her to kiss him like she wanted to?
The click of his tongue interrupted those fairytales, bursting his bubble as he sat straight on the chair back again.
How was he supposed to come up with a story if the only thing in his head was Y/n.
His fingers caressed the keys of his keyboard, positioning his hands properly before he forced himself to write something down. He couldn't fight his own brain, and he needed to get that script done by that day if he wanted to be able to record the video in the next two days.
Suddenly, he found himself remembering how tempting she looked while lying on his bed, and how his most instinctive thoughts, that were only eclipsed by worry the previous night, were emerging again through that memory.
In his head, he adopted the confident persona that belonged to Soundleasure, leaning over her as his two hands were positioned on both sides of her hips, leaving their lips millimeters away from each other.
All those fantasies he built with her as they texted grew deeper after meeting her in person, getting the perfect image of how her face looked up close, and how her eyelids slightly closed before she kissed him.
It was such a realistic thought that he could almost feel the taste of her saliva on his tongue, as he rewinded back twelve hours back. And all that realism only helped him get lost in her, and be engulfed by his own thoughts.
He didn't break off when she needily took off his t-shirt, and unzipped his pants. And he couldn't find a way to move on the second he pictured the way her lips would feel around him.
He was so sick for thinking of her like that, and he realized when he finally moved his fingers away from the keyboard with a deep breath. Finally back to his senses, he realized most of the script was already written down. And that only made him wonder how long he had been lost in thought fantasizing about her.
The leg slit of the long skirt of her floral dress softly moved up her knee, having her instantly moving it back to place, holding the two sides between her pressed thighs to keep the soft breeze from moving it back again.
She hated those brunches with passion.
The only thing that could make of that moment something acceptable was the food, but not even the food was good enough for her to forget how annoyed she was at the superiority complex their supplier radiated.
—You look tired, you didn't sleep well? —Tim Hockman finally asked, looking at her over the bridge of his aviator sunglasses.
Although she arrived back home with no inconveniences, she couldn't say the same thing happened when she snuggled under the blankets of her king size bed. She kept rolling under them, unable to find the right position to feel comfortable enough to fall sleep. Although how uncomfortable she felt had zero to do with the bed or the actual position, but where the back of her mind was as she closed her eyes.
She was so close. If only she had moved her head a bit higher, she'd have been able to kiss him. And probably, if he hadn't told her she was going to be his first kiss, she would have.
Y/n didn't know the reasons why he hadn't kissed anyone yet, but it was enough for her when he directly told her he didn't want to do it. It didn't matter if it was because of his friends, or because he felt insecure of his skills, it was a line that she wasn't entitled to cross -as much as she felt bad for not crossing it. She did well, she respected an invisible boundary that he didn't exactly settle, but that was there, and she was sure she probably would've felt way worse if she had violated it.
Thinking about his lips, or how well they'd felt sucked in between hers, wasn't the worst and what had her losing her sleep. Every thought that came right after linking it to it, every step further she took with the imaginary vision of San in her head had her scolding herself for it.
She had fantasized about him when he was only a pixel in her screen, she had touched herself when he was only a voice she was attracted to, but for some reason it made her feel uncomfortable about herself how she was suddenly daydreaming fucking the real person.
Could be the difference was that knowing him settled some limits for her, could be she only fantasized about him before because she never thought she'd actually meet him -and, in consequence, didn't actually get her to see him as a real person. But he was pretty much real, and her body reacted instantly to that imponent aura he didn't think he had, and those attractive mannerisms he had normalized to the point he wasn't aware of them.
San was aiming to be one big problem for her.
—I slept well —she finally answered—. It might be because I'm facing the sun, and I can't open my eyes without them hurting.
Her tone had a slight glimpse of reproach, annoyed by the fact that he was the one who chose the place, the table, and also sat first on the only chair that was back facing the sun.
Her clenched jaw relaxed when her father kicked her knee, drawing her back to reality and trying to get her to realize who she was speaking to.
Tim was the type of man who had a fragile ego. The minimal sign of disrespect or annoyance would get him to act in consequence. Her father had seen it before, he had to deal with it before. One misunderstanding had him almost feel forced to do business with someone else when he suddenly raised the price of his supplies.
—Not like it's an issue. Vitamin D is always good —she faked a smile, hurrying to drink from her orange juice before looking away.
—Harry, you must be so proud, huh? —he chuckled, pointing at her while talking with her father.
—I am —her father sighed—. Every day, I am more at ease thinking I'll leave the business in good hands.
—One day you should let her take control of these deals —he suggested, shaking his hands in the air as he pointed at the situation they had going on.
—One day she will. Don't worry about that.
She would've been creeped out by his comments if Tim wasn't also her ex boyfriend's father and she wasn't used to that type of attitude from him. Those comments were nothing new.
—By the way, leaving your business in good hands... I guess it'll also depend on who she ends up with.
—Excuse me? I don't see what one thing has to do with the other —she frowned.
Touching that delicate topic did annoy her, and she was afraid she wouldn't be able to control her tongue from running wild depending on the answer he gave her.
—I mean —he started as he laughed—, it depends on what your significant other's ambitions are.
—And what my limits are drawn —she cut him off—. Also, I can't see why the business would be affected if my boyfriend doesn't even belong to the field.
Her father reached his hand to her wrist, trying to get her to control her tone as soon as he noticed the anger forming on the last few words.
—So your current boyfriend doesn't belong to the field? —Tim's eyebrows lifted in surprise.
It was almost as if he got from her the involuntary sign he wanted.
—Current boyfriend? —her father asked, alternating his eyes between his daughter and Tim.
—Oh, was it a secret?
Her tongue moved over her lower lip, in a desperate attempt to control it from running wild before she looked at her father.
—I don't k...
But she was knocked out with the evidence right on her face. As he spoke, she could see him messing with his phone, thinking it was just him being as disrespectful as he usually was, but seeing the picture on his screen made it clear he was just being a rat.
A picture from the past night was occupying a 50% of the screen, where she could be seen snuggling to San while his arm was around her neck. And she probably wouldn't be in that big problem if she hadn't encouraged him to wrap his arm around her, when she held his wrist and placed it on the other side of her neck, to give it a couple vibe. She clearly didn't think of the consequences of taking that picture, and giving Wooyoung her Instagram user shortly after when he asked, mainly because she didn't think he'd upload it, and even less tag her. But also doubted anyone was paying so much attention to her to be aware of the posts she was tagged on.
—My son saw it on his feed today, and I was curious about that. The poor thing is still brokenhearted.
—Others call it obsession —she mumbled.
—What?
—Nothing —her father rushed to answer for her.
He was also the one who broke up with her because she didn't meet his standards, after dating for two years. It just sounded weird for her that Tom was scrolling down her social media to keep track of everything she did -when last time she had news about him against her will, he was snorting coke in the middle of a stripper's tits.
—You didn't know about her relationship? Oh, sorry.
Tim should've been thankful to her father for being there, and being the only reason why she wasn't sticking his croissant down his throat.
—Of course I knew —Harry nodded, adapting quickly to the situation and trying to sound as relaxed as possible—. A really good guy.
As much as her father tried to make it sound like he was indeed comfortable, there was some tiny crack in his voice that she was used to hearing when he got upset at her, and that only showed up when he tried to hide how angry he actually was in public.
She knew all that would turn up against her as soon as Tim walked victoriously out of there.
And he did.
Her father gave her the chance to sit on Tim's chair, as soon as he left with the excuse that he had a family meeting. And he was giving her that exact same scolding look he gave her whenever she failed an exam, or when she didn't behave the way she was expected to in the company.
—You're dating someone and you didn't tell me about it?
—It's my private life. I don't get what fucks that has to do with the company —she defended herself, crossing her arms over her chest.
—It has nothing to do with it until it's linked to your public social media —he accused—. It's important because his background could affect our reputation.
—Not everyone is as twisted and crazy as the Tities to be checking my tagged posts.
—Can you just own up to it? —he tried to get her to focus— Honestly, I'm well aware you've been dating around, and I don't think I've ever asked any explanation from you. It's your private life, and it has zero to do with your position because you've kept it on the down low. But do you realize that, once it connects somehow to your social media, not only you're making it public and accessible, but also linking it to the type of person and professional you might be? As bad as it is. If he's a known asshole, that image will also be added to you. If he's done fraud, that image will also be added to you.
—He's none of that —she waved her hands in the air, getting him to stop.
—That's why I want to judge by myself —her eyebrows furrowed at that answer—. I want to meet him so I can be sure he actually isn't none of that.
—It's not that serious...
She was already preparing the field for the imminent and sudden break up, but her father spoke first.
—You lowkey made it public, and what you have isn't serious? Y/n, no excuses, I want to meet him.
Well, she was damned.
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Omg I would love a fic where Bella’s dad remarries a guy and Bella is like thrown off because she is too involved with being a vampire to notice her dad is bi and getting remarried 😂
You sighed happy in your husband's arms. You and Charlie swan had been Married for a few years and you were happy. Yes, Charlie Swan was Bisexaul and it was something he regretted hiding for years. He could have found a partner who respected his wants and desires instead of wasting years in a loveless marriage with Rene. Charlie wouldn't take any of it back. It gave him his little girl. If only she deserved him. It had been years since Charlie heard from his daughter despite her and the Cullens still being in Forks. It was something Charlie held deep resentment over.
You knew of Bella. But, you never met her and hoped you never would. You had spent your life babysitting and taking care of children so you knew that Bella was a grade one brat. You were a pediatrician and knew more about raising children than any parent. After all, you knew what not to do thanks to your parents. You were abused, mistreated and pushed to the side while your siblings were treated like princes. You became a pediatrician to make sure no child grew up like you did. You met Charlie when he brought a kid in with a broken wrist. You two had seen each other around town and had spoken to one another once or twice but for some reason you two hit it off when you talked about suspected abuse. It was how you also met your adopted son, Shawn.
You and Charlie adopted Shawn after the investigation concluded that the poor boy was being abused. It gave you a chance to heal the kid and show him the love you missed. It gave Charlie a chance to make sure it wasn’t his fault on how Bella turned out. You both showered Shawn with love and gifts. But, unlike Rene with Bella, you never spoiled him. You made sure he knew that if he wanted something he had to work for them. And it turned a Scared five year old boy into a strong, brave, loving, caring and respectful ten year old boy who would go on to do extraordinary things in his life.
You sighed as you heard a knock on the door. “I got it Charlie, just relax. I’ll bring back some coffee.” You told your husband as you stood to put your bathrobe on. You walked down the stairs cursing whoever thought it was a good idea to visit at eight in the morning. You opened the door and the person on the other side of the door was the absolute last one you ever expected.
“Charlie! Your Daughter’s here! Why don’t you come in?” You told the confused Vampire after hearing a shout from your husband. You knew she was a vampire as you were a member of the Quileute tribe. Plus your older brother, Paul, is a part of the wolfpack and you expected your little brother to rush to the house once he smelled a vampire near his baby brother.
“So, um, who are you to my dad?” the female vampire asked as she shifted on the couch uncomfortable. You were smirking on the inside. You knew that she smelt Charlie all over you. And she probably already guessed about your relationship but you couldn’t help the satisfaction that rose up at that. You always wanted to take Bella down a few pegs as she always seemed so Goddamn smug when you met her. You’d be surprised if she recognized you. You were always by Paul’s side and helping Emily before you went to med school.
“Bella, I’m sorry you had to find out about this but Y/N is my husband.” Charlie said as he stepped into the living room with a matching robe around his waist. “Wait, so, You’re Gay??” Bella asked and you flinched at the accusation. You knew what it was like. “No Bella, I’m bisexaul and so is Y/N. You never knew because you never visit and you keep your family away. I only see my granddaughter when Y/N sees his Brother and Jacob happens to be there. So, if you wanted to know you should have come around more. And you’d know you have a stepfather and stepbrother.” It was obvious that what Bella had been told had hurt her. “You catch her up, Charlie. I’ll help Shawn get ready.” You said as you went to go help your son get ready for the day. You smiled as you saw your son already awake. It was the same every morning. Shawn needed help on things normal ten year olds didn’t. Unfortunately, the abuse Shawn suffered gave him nerve damage and developmental delays. It was like he was two instead of ten. “Hey bud. Sleep well?” You asked as you went over to Shawn's dresser. You helped Shawn get dressed for the day and as you did you felt someone in the doorway.
“He’s special.” Bella said quietly. “He is. Shawn was abused heavily and he got nerve damage and delays in his development.” You told Bella softly as you let Bella closer. It seemed Charlie had a talk with Her about Shawn. “...You’re a doctor. Do…do you feel bad you can’t cure him?” You didn’t mind the blunt question. It was natural that she’d wonder how you felt. Everyone did. “Sometimes, yes. But I love him just the way he is and though I look for treatments I don’t care if I take care of him like this till he’s forty.” And that was God's honest truth.
“I’m glad you two are family. Dad said your brother is part of the wolfpack. Who is he?” Bella asked, running her hand through Shawn’s curly, blue hair. “ Paul Lahote.” You answered, smiling at the thought of your hothead brother. “I’m sorry.” Bella said playfully. “I don’t know why. He’s your uncle in law now.” You told her with a shit eating grin. You laughed at the grouan that came out of Bell’s mouth. You were glad Charlie and Bella reconciled. Shawn gained a sister and a whole extended family to help him. And you got to see Bella as she is now. Not as she was and that was everything.
#twilight#x male reader#male reader#male reader insert#male!reader#x male! reader#twilight x male reader
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Part 1 of 2 inspired by this post
Steddie, onesided stommy, hint of a daddy kink (becomes full fledged in part 2)
Tommy had seen a lot in his life (not really) but he never thought he'd see anything like this. Steve. His Steve (he should've been his), on the arm of the Freak.
The word had spread. One last party. One last hurrah in the Harrington house before Steve left Hawkins. Tommy still didn't know where exactly he was going. Was going to ask tonight. He wasn't betting on Eddie Munson being here. The rumors had been flying for a while. Steve had fallen from grace and fallen hard. He was hanging with losers and freaks, the worst of all being Eddie.
But last Tommy heard, Steve wasn't involved with anyone. Seeing the way Eddie had his arm around Steve, that was clearly bad intel. Or maybe the small minded people of Hawkins just chose not to see. To Tommy though, they were quite obvious. Maybe no one was making a fuss because Steve would be gone soon.
The point remained, Eddie was the last person who should have his hands on Steve. Tommy kept his distance and didn't that feel strange. There was once a time when Tommy was there, right at the king's side.
The two of them moved from mingling in the crowd of young adults to sitting on the couch and Eddie still had his arm around him, playing with the short hairs at his neck and the few moments Steve wasn't looking at whoever was talking, he was gazing at Eddie like a god and Tommy couldn't take it anymore. He downed the rest of his beer and walked right on over, taking the empty spot on Steve's other side. He wasn't quite as close as Eddie but their knees were touching.
"Tommy, glad you could make it man", Steve spoke easily like there wasn't a murder suspect playing with his hair.
"I wouldn't miss this." He couldn't help the way his eyes glanced at Munson. He was met with a hard stare. Almost like his mind was being read.
"So what've you been up to?", Steve asked.
Tommy indulged him in the small talk, but he was hyperaware of every movement Munson made. Of the easy way he touched Steve. And the way Steve just let him. At some point Eddie's hand moved from his hair to squeeze between Steve's body and the couch and put his hand on his hip. Then Eddie's hand snuck under his shirt to rub circles on his hip and Tommy wanted to bite something.
"Eddie", Steve whispered to admonish him, but did nothing else to stop him.
And Eddie didn't. While Steve told Tommy about his plans to move to California, Eddie looked right into Tommy's eyes as he nuzzled into Steve's neck and then the teeth came out. That got Steve to tear his gaze away from Tommy and look to Eddie. Steve said something that too soft even for him to fully hear with other people in the house having conversations, but it looked close to Eddie's name again. A very conflicted part of Tommy thought he might've said 'daddy' instead.
"You know, I think it's me and Hagan's turn to catch up", Eddie said. For a moment, Eddie and Steve seemed to have a full discussion with only their eyes before Steve was sighing.
"Alright." Steve stood up and gave Tommy a very familiar look. The 'know your place' face. "Don't bite each other's dicks off while I'm gone."
"My teeth are properly sealed", Eddie grinned.
Once Steve left them, Tommy's interest also left but not quite his intrigue. Clearly, something was going on between them two. Tommy wished he could just call them fags and punch Eddie and be done with it. But he needed to know. He'd never seen Steve this way. He needed to know why.
"Sooo, you and Steve are...?"
"Bingo H", Eddie smirked like he had won, which he sort of did.
Tommy couldn't help the scowl on his face. "How? You actually turned him queer?"
"That's not the part your curious about though, is it?" Eddie leaned forward, putting his elbows on his knees while looking him up and down. "Whatchu wanna know is how I can get him to melt like that."
"Steve was never like that with any of his girlfriends", Tommy said.
"Let's just say I have the magic touch."
"Munson, so help me god-"
"Okay, consider this a gift from me to you, since I'll be hightailin' it outta town soon. But Steve told me the moment he knew was when I pushed him up against a wall."
Tommy had a lot of questions. Why? When? And how could that work for Eddie when he had definitely pushed Steve around before. Especially before he officially cemented his place as king of Hawkins High.
"That can't be it. I pushed him once and he just told me to stop being a little bitch."
Eddie laughed so loud that Tommy regretted telling him. But this weird thing couldn't last forever. Steve was going to California. Maybe Tommy could visit him out there and-
"I think maybe the fact I had a broken bottle to his neck helped my situation."
"You threatened his life...and now he just lets you rub on him in public? You're both freaks."
"I just think Stevie knows a real man when he sees him."
Eddie winked and then got up off the couch to find Steve probably. Tommy wanted to find him first. At this point in the party he'd probably be in the kitchen, hovering over whatever snacks he'd put out. Somehow, Eddie had beat him there, and he had his arm around his shoulders while Steve chomped on some pretzels from a bowl.
They were whispering to each other and then they both looked at Tommy at the same time. Steve brushed by Tommy as he walked by.
"See you later", he whispered before going on his way.
Tommy had wanted to find Steve with the intention of propositioning him. He'd never been with a man, but he knew what Steve liked from his talking about the girls he'd fucked. And if he was humping anything that moved like Munson, why not him? Something must have remained in their past friendship for Steve to get all that just from a look.
What he didn't get was why Munson was still grinning at him.
"Hagan. Thomas. Tommy? Can I call you Tommy?", Eddie asked as he walked over to him.
"Just spit out whatever you gotta say." Because if Tommy was reading this right, Steve was heading up to his bedroom, waiting.
Eddie held his hands up in surrender. "Just wanted to offer you another lil parting gift."
"I'm not getting high tonight."
"Not on my stuff, you're not. I was thinkin' a different kinda buzz. One courtesy of me an' Steve." Eddie got close enough to where they were nearly toe to toe.
Tommy fought off the instinct to push him away and bashed his head into the fridge. What kind of gift could come from the two freaks of the evening? As annoyed and confused he was by all of this, he was also intrigued. Eddie could see that and went on.
"Steve wants to give you a show."
Tommy's eyes glanced up to where he knew Steve's room was and Eddie knew he had him. So he backed away and started making his way towards the stairs. Tommy went after him, leaving behind drunk teens and young adults and loud music while they went up the stairs.
Part 2
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#apo writes#fanfiction#stranger things#steddie#tommy hagan#not only did this get long#i got some bad news that turned my mood down#so who knows when part 2 will be here#but it IS in the works
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Confession
Getting a little burned out on the novel, so here is something fun, whumpy and minimally edited, featuring Julien, my old OC.
“All right,” the guard who’d driven the cart said. “I think it’s time. Say your piece.”
The crowd hushed, then stirred and hushed again, like ripples of condemnation spreading across the sea of faces looking up at Julien, where he stood on the dais.
He had already been trying to hold his head up as well he could in the face of the crowd; he made more of an effort. The chains on his wrists clinked - they made it impossible to stand as straight as he would have liked.
“I,” he began, and had to stop to wet his lips. “I am… Julien Monthaith, formerly Julien Caithir. Until recently, self-styled Prince Regent and First of the Council of Chiefs. Known to many of you as the Usurper.”
A murmur ran across the crowd. Well, it’s true, he thought. Did you think I didn’t know you called me that? It stopped hurting me a long time ago. Didn’t it?
He tried not to pick faces out of the crowd. Elene had wanted this to be done at the time when there’d be peak traffic in the square, but he’d probably have drawn people here no matter what hour. Is there not one of you whose life was better under my rule? Not one of you who I helped? Nobody with me to thank for their job, their education, their son or daughter still being alive?
They’d be unlikely to say so, if there was. Not in this crowd.
“I confess. To conspiring with Laithann’s enemies, subverting her laws and her sovereignty, and oppressing her people.” He took a deep breath. “I confess to treason. To betrayal of my family and the rightful heir. My seizure of the throne was unlawful, and the titles I claimed illegitimate. I now pledge my loyalty - completely and unreservedly - to the true and rightful monarch of Laithann, Queen Elene.”
That last part was true. He suspected nobody would really believe it, but it was. Actually all of it was true - he had just left out any lines in which he said he regretted any of it. Perhaps unwise of him, when he’d been given the leeway to write his own words rather than just rattling off whatever confession he’d been given to memorise in his cell.
Faolan had fought hard to save his life, Julien knew. Elene could change her mind just as easily.
Maybe one day you’ll understand, Elene. Of all of us, you surely know more than even me of what they were capable of.
Then again, maybe she wouldn’t. Julien wasn’t sure he could blame her.
The crowd started up again once it was obvious Julien had finished talking. A babble of voices, some of them jeering and angry, some of them almost jubilant.
Not many of those. He was a little surprised - nobody had laughed or cheered at most of the public punishments Julien had been to, but he thought this time would be different.
This time it was Julien.
“All right,” the second guard said. Julien knew her; she’d been a Montaith soldier since she was old enough to hold a sword. “One down, four to go.”
The guards motioned for Julien to come down off the dais, and he came easily, his head held high.
He had a sickening feeling he wasn’t going to be able to keep that up for long, as they fastened the short length of chain between his wrists to a rope behind the cart.
The cart set off, with Julien walking behind it, the Montaith soldier guard a little way behind him.
Oh, they were only going slowly. A walking pace. This was supposed to be humiliating, not lethal. But somehow - when he’d pictured this, in the small hours of the morning - he hadn’t accounted for how tiring this would be after the first street. How heavy and awkward it was with his wrists in chains in front of him.
Even before the gauntlet really started.
How did they decide who got to take part in this bit? He wondered, with a detachment he tried to cling to. Was there a lottery, was it whoever got there first, had they appointed people… surely competition had been fierce.
The first stick that cracked across his shoulders made him stagger, but he kept his feet. Pain in a line across his back, not unbearable, just - striking. Distracting. Enough to make him hiss between his teeth but nothing more. The crowd was weirdly quiet here, too - Julien had always kind of thought there was supposed to be a lot of noise at this sort of thing?
The second - the third -
He fell at the fifth, couldn’t get his feet underneath him fast enough to keep up with the cart. The Montaith guard was quick on her feet though, calling for the cart to stop before he could be dragged far at all, scooping him up off the road.
“Thank you,” he said, dazed, his arms and knees afire, as she steadied him. Like an idiot.
She looked at him like - oh, like he was disgusting. And he was, wasn’t he? That was what all this was about.
He’d done this for them. Hadn’t he? In the beginning. He let his gaze drift, unfocused over the crowd as they started to walk again. Someone stepped forward - he did not look at them - whistle, crack, across his shoulders.
I did it for you. And you hate me.
That’s fine.
-
They didn’t have him walk all of the way around the city. After all, they weren’t trying to kill him. Then again, he thought dizzily on one of the sections when he’d been allowed to climb up into the back of the cart and rest with his head on his folded aching arms, if some overenthusiastic citizen had suspiciously good aim, if the guards were a little too slow in calling a stop to things… what was Faolan going to do about it?
There were five major squares in the city. Julien stood in the centre of each, on a dais or atop steps if there were any. He said the words he’d prepared - project your voice, Julien, what sort of public speaker are you, he thought with vague hysteria at the third stop, with blood seeping through the shoulders of his shirt and the knees of his pants, and his legs trembling. He'd bitten his cheek at the last fall. Not going to command any hearts and minds if you mumble!
The crowd murmured angrily, and swallowed up his speech like an empty cavern with no echoes, and arranged itself behind the lines of people with switches to watch him walk through again.
The Montaith guard - what was her name? He knew it - hauled him up each time he fell, told the other guard to stop the cart and bundled him up into it on the last stretch. He didn’t thank her again. Even if he’d wanted to… he didn’t have the breath or thought to spare for anything but pain.
-
“I… I…” Julien blinked, his vision blurry. His ears roared; was it the crowd? Or just in his head? He couldn’t see them. The crowd he knew was there.
He was supposed to be talking.
Blood was trickling through his hair and down the side of his face; he made a cut-off movement of his hand to try and brush it aside, but the metal around his wrists was so heavy he didn’t get it more than a few inches.
He clung to the arm of the guard shamefully tightly, knowing that if he didn’t he would fall. He had lost count of how many times he had fallen, and it hurt more every time. And the words - he needed to get out the words. What had the words been?
“I am Julien Montaith,” he said, to whoever might be there. “I am… I was… self, self-styled, Prince Regent, and… and… I am the Usurper.” The words he’d repeated to himself in the cell below the palace were gone, and he floundered after them. God, everything hurt. Everything hurt so much.
“And?” she muttered at his side.
“I confess,” he started, and let his head sag. “I’m sorry. I’m trying. I confess - I don’t - I confess to treason, and betrayal, and - and - I seized - I conspired - please, I’m trying….”
Was the crowd roaring still? Had they heard him? It was really important that the crowd heard him.
His knees were jelly. His whole body seemed to throb, in time with the roaring in his ears, except for one long stripe from shoulder to opposite hip that burned no matter what everything else was doing. It felt deep. What had it been? Who had it been?
“Come on,” the guard said, giving him a little shake. It hurt, but he didn’t think she meant it to. She was going in and out of focus. “Nearly done. This is the last time.”
It was? Julien wasn’t certain.
He lifted his head anyway. “I c-confess to the betrayal of Laithann,” he said, the words coming out strained but audible. They were just words, he no longer really understood their meaning; it had seemed really important to him when this had started that he mean it, but he didn’t. Couldn’t. “The titles I… I claimed were not l-lawful or le…legitimate.” This last bit was the most important, wasn’t it? “I pledge… I pledge my loyalty to the true Queen, Elene...”
“There,” the guard at his side said. “Finally. Done.”
“No, it’s not. He hasn’t said it properly,” someone said, distant - the other guard? “That wasn’t what he said at the other stops. It wasn’t what he was supposed to say.”
“Look, I think it’s all we’re going to get,” the guard at his side said. She let go of Julien’s arm - he swayed - slithered down onto his knees on the cobblestones.
Everything was spinning. Everything hurt. He’d said the words wrong. Were they going to make him walk? He could not. He could not walk. He heard the guards arguing quietly over his head, and the dissatisfied muttering of the crowd.
If Julien could have talked, he would have told them just to run him through right here, if they were going to try and make him walk more. Would the crowd finally cheer at that? Or would they just - buzz and roar, like so many bees?
I loved you once, he thought, with difficulty, through the fire raging across his back and his head and his joints. You loved me, once. His mind had shrunk down to just his body, just pain, and something important was behind that thought but he couldn’t think of what it could be.
Evidently the Montaith guard won. They slung Julien’s arms over their shoulders, and loaded him into the cart, and took him home.
Did I say I was sorry? Am I sorry?
I don’t think I am. Still.
#whump writing#public punishment#running the gauntlet#public confession#royalty whump#blood mention#violence#Julien the Usurper
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Yandere Dominick “Sonny” Carisi Headcanons
warnings: abuse of power, manipulation, drugging, noncon/r*pe, threats
- Sonny is delusional with whoever is the object of his affections
- he wastes no time in flirting with you when you come into the DA’s office as a new intern
- in a twisted way, he feels entitled to you, to give you children and a comfortable life
- he can tell immediately that you're vulnerable without him, and it makes him worry
- as an aspiring legal mind, you take a shining to Carisi and it turns into a mentor-slash-work-husband type of relationship
- when you call him “Mr. Carisi” or “Counselor” in your timid voice, it really turns him on
- but he eventually insists on you calling him “Sonny”
- you come with him when he visits the SVU offices, as you are also interested in the work they do
- he brings you to meet his sisters, mother, nieces and nephews
- even though he is a busy man, Sonny always makes time for you
- after a month or so, he asks you over to his apartment for dinner
- you enthusiastically agree, as you’d found Sonny attractive for a long time
- everything is perfect: you show up wearing a dressy outfit, Sonny is looking dapper as ever and the dining table is set with tall, romantic candles
- “Wow, this all looks so wonderful, Mr. Caris—Sonny.”
- “Only the best for you, doll.”
- you eat and sip some wine while Sonny nurses a beer, both of you engaging in conversation
- it’s all going so well until you begin feeling dizzy and sick, attempting to stand up but tripping and falling to your feet
- “How much did you drink, baby?” Sonny asks with a concerned look on his face as he lifts you up from the ground
- next thing you knew, you were waking up alone in Sonny’s bedroom, wearing sweats and an oversized Fordham t-shirt
- your entire pelvic area hurt and you immediately knew something was wrong
- Sonny was in his pajamas, making breakfast in the kitchen
- “We worked up quite a sweat last night, doll. Hopefully in a couple weeks we can break the news to my family and the team!”
- You come to the horrifying realization that Sonny had raped you and was trying to give you his children
- It all made sense now, why he would bring you to the office and his family dinners
- he wanted their approval, in some twisted, family-man way
- Sonny doesn’t believe in abortion, so he tracks your every move to make sure you don’t harm his baby
- if you cry and scream at him, demanding a plan b pill or an abortion, he will simply wrap his arms around you and hold you
- he tells you those things are sins, and this baby is a gift from God
- he can’t wait to be filled with pride while watching you walk around the DA’s office heavily pregnant
- if he suspects anything, such as you talking to Liv or someone else, he will threaten you
- “I don’t think your parents would be too happy to find out their sweet little girl whored herself out to her older boss, now would they?”
- he even asks you to be assigned to be his intern specifically, so you can spend every day with him
- eventually, he will break the news that you’re together and his mom will insist on a huge baby shower and an even bigger white wedding
- she was a bit upset the baby happened out of wedlock, but she was just so happy the Carisi name would finally get passed down
- Sonny disguises in plain sight as a family man, a loving father to your children and husband to you
- but his entire career has been made up of finding and prosecuting the very people who have done the same abusive and terrifying things as him
#sonny carisi x reader#carisi x reader#dominick carisi x reader#law and order svu x reader#svu x reader#carisi imagine#sonny carisi headcanons#yandere law and order svu#yandere sonny carisi#dominick carisi
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Ch 17 - The Three Strikes Job
Series Rewrite Masterlist
Pairing: Eliot Spencer x Ford!Reader
Description: When Lieutenant Bonanno gets shot, the team goes after a corrupt mayor to get justice.
Words: 4682
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“So, is he going to be okay?” Parker asked.
Nate had just come in and explained the situation. Lieutenant Bonanno from the State Police was in the hospital after a shooting. It was pretty serious and while it was likely he would pull through, it wasn’t a guarantee. He was still in a coma and there were no current suspects.
“They don’t know,” Nate said, pacing the front of the room, clearly upset and drunk.
“Okay, this guy’s a cop,” Tara pointed out. “You’re thieves-”
“I’m not a thief!” Nate declared, but then sat down. “Bonanno, is the cop we tip off when we need to put the cuffs on a mark.”
“You do realize we’re gonna be covering the same ground as the state cops on this one,” Hardison asked. “Hundreds of angry, highly motivated state cops.”
“By the way guys,” Eliot piped up, “whoever shot him up, was using military grade weaponry.”
“Well you know what, I don’t care!” Nate yelled. I flinched back, not expecting him to raise his voice so suddenly. He continued, his voice still raised, “I don’t care about that. This guy dedicated his life to doing the right thing! And this is his payback? I mean, his family’s pain is what he deserves? If we don’t settle the score on this, why do we do this? Do you understand?”
I curled myself into the corner of the couch. I could feel my eyes tearing up, both at the visualization of him and his family suffering and the fact that I didn’t like when people yelled. As far as I could remember there had never been a reason for the discomfort, maybe it’s something natural. And though Nate or my dad very rarely yelled when I was growing up, when they did, it was understandable if not deserved like when I did something stupidly dangerous and it did scare me enough so I never did it again.
There was an ever stretching silence before Eliot leaned forward in the chair next to me and asked Hardison, “What are Bonanno’s active files?”
It didn’t take long at all for Hardison to pull them up on the screen, “According to the State Police database, Bonanno had half a dozen open cases. The most recent one was a protection racket out of Arcadia, but the cops were focusing on an auto theft ring out of Waynesboro. Let’s just say if you’ve jacked a car in Massachusetts in the last year, your head’s gonna be bouncing off a cruiser by dinner time.”
Nate stared at one case on the screen in particular, “What’s that one?”
“That’s public corruption,” Hardison answered, “there’s practically no files on that thing.”
“That’s it,” I blurted out before I could even process the thought. There was something about that case that just felt right. Or more accurately, it felt wrong in a way that mattered in this scenario. A public corruption case with no files on it was fishy on its own, but the fact that it was one of Bonanno’s cases, a guy who seemed to live for justice and from what Nate said, ‘doing the right thing?’ It pushed it over the edge of deniability.
“What? No, no, y/n-” Hardison insisted, “These other two files, they involve violent criminals. This one? It, its-”
“No no no,” Nate cut Hardison off, “she’s right, that’s it. Just… check the shooting, put up the scene.”
Hardison quickly threw the crime scene photos up on the screen. All concrete and blood splatters.
“Okay, so Bonanno goes to a remote location,” Nate talks it out, “alone, no backup. That means he knows his attackers and he’s not expecting any trouble. What did you just say?” He asked Hardison, “No files on it?”
Hardison shook his head.
“So,” Nate continued, “Bonanno, was keeping this investigation, off the books.”
“It explains the secret meeting,” Tara relented. “Off hours, away from any witnesses.”
“Cops are looking in the wrong place,” Eliot said. He then leaned towards me and whispered, “Nice job, sweetheart.”
I couldn’t help the shiver that I felt flow through me at his praise. I smiled softly at him with a nod before turning my attention back to Nate who was pacing in front of the room.
“Absolutely, so,” he muttered, “That leaves, I mean, that leaves us.”
“So who’s the bad guy?” Parker asked.
Hardison looked it up quickly and when it seemed he had the answer, he proposed an alternative, “or, or or, and I’m just spitballing here, we could just let the state cops handle this one. Call in an anonymous tip.”
“Come on Hardison,” Nate said. “How bad could this be?” It didn’t seem like he believed the statement, and looking around, none of us were convinced either.
Our skepticism was warranted when it was revealed that Bonanno was investigating the mayor of Bellbridge, Massachusetts, Brad Culpepper the third. Someone who was surrounded by security, the press, and probably had half of the local cops on his personal payroll. No wonder Bonanno was keeping it off the books.
Nate and Tara attended Culpepper’s re-election fundraiser posing as a real estate developer and a PR rep to gain some insight on him, maybe even getting an in. Parker was casing the mayor’s office, and the rest of us, Hardison, Eliot, and I went over to the Bonannos’ house to see if we could find anything there. One problem, there was a police officer watching the house for the family.
Hardison dug through his box of different jackets, tossing out ones that said FBI, DEA, and others until he grabbed the ones he was looking for: Crime Lab.
“You spend your weekends making these things, don’t ya,” Eliot asked distastefully.
“Yes I do,” Hardison replied, “and does anyone appreciate that?”
“I do,” Parker said on comms. “I like the costumes.”
“I actually helped make these ones,” I said as I shrugged a jacket on. When Eliot gave me a puzzled, unimpressed look I said, “What? You have cooking, I’m still exploring creative, ‘making things’ outlets.”
Eliot muttered something but I couldn’t hear it over Parker saying, “I wish I was there.”
“Parker, we need someone to sweep the mayor’s office while he’s here at the fundraiser,” Nate explained.
“Fine, but I never get to do anything fun,” she reiterated before she jumped off a roof, something I knew she enjoyed an unnecessary amount.
As we approached the house, I had to jog to keep up with the boys’ swift pace. When we got up the front porch where the officer was sitting, Hardison cleared his throat.
“Is this Lieutenant Patrick Bonanno’s place of residence?” he asked the officer. Once he affirmed Hardison continued, “Alright, we’re from the crime lab. Here to collect evidence from the crime scene.”
“Oh, this isn’t a crime scene. We’re just watching th-” the officer tried to say before Eliot cut him off.
“Wait a minute, I’m sorry, he just said this wasn’t a crime scene.”
I stayed on the front step as Eliot and Hardison opened the front door to look in the house.
“I’m just house sitting,” the officer insisted.
“Oh no, he’s right, this isn’t a crime scene,” Hardison said. “Cuz he done walked all over it!”
“I smell soup,” Eliot said seriously. “You smell soup?”
Hardison and I sniffed the air. While Hardison said “I do,” I said, “I’d say tomato and beef, yes.”
ELiot gave me a slightly amused look, lifting the corner of his mouth and an eyebrow before passing Hardison to go into the house.
“What happened, Goldilocks?” Hardison asked the officer. “Get a little hungry and decide to make some lunch in the middle of an active crime scene?”
“I would never do that,” he said, lifting his iced tea in the process, looking between the two of us before lowering his hand, realizing his mistake.
“Eh, uh, mm- Let’s see what you would do, move,” Hardison said.
To the officer’s credit, when he looked at me and saw that I was carrying a camera case he offered to take it in for me. I adopted the boys’ stern demeanor though, scolding him, saying it was delicate equipment and ushered him into the house.
Hardison dropped some yellow crime scene numbers around the living room, next to toys and what not and got the officer started looking for suspicious fibers in the carpet. He instructed us to search the rest of the house for evidence and DNA.
I was searching odd rooms here and there, taking odd pictures mostly for the noise, ones I planned on deleting later. Eliot passed by a doorway where I was when I was taking one of these pictures, fiddling and experimenting with settings.
“That another one of your ‘creative outlets?’” Eliot asked.
“Knowing a little bit of photography was helpful in freelancing every once in a while,” I said offhandedly.“Besides, it’s nice to have good pictures sometimes.” I looked up at him and saw that sunlight was reflecting on him from somewhere I couldn’t quite determine. It seemed to be hitting him just right, he had a slight smile on his face that I wasn’t sure was conscious. It was a moment I wanted to capture. I lifted my camera and was pleased to see that he paused for just enough time for me to take a picture. I looked it over on the screen and then looked up at him in the doorway, “it’s perfect.”
He shook his head, “Come on, you’re gonna delete that right?”
I hugged the camera to my chest when I passed him, walking into the next room, “Never.”
As we searched, Tara coached Parker through convincing the mayor’s secretary that she was pregnant with his baby from a one night stand to avoid her getting kicked out for searching his office. I struggled not to cringe at the awkwardness coming through in waves through the comms. I could only imagine what that secretary was thinking, but I had a pretty good idea.
Eventually Eliot found Bonanno’s investigation notes taped to the bottom of one of his office drawers. The officer proudly came in with a twig from the carpet, delaying us from looking through them until Hardison praised his efforts and encouraged him to keep looking.
“Looks like he was investigating a company called Kirsch Industries,” Eliot said, reading the notebook.
“Seems like Bonanno found out that for the past couple of years, Kirsch industries has been buying up property on the waterfront,” Hardison said.
“Found a file in the mayor’s office for Kirsch Industries,” Parker said. “It’s incorporated in the Cayman Islands.”
“The only industry in the Caymans is scuba diving and tax evasion,” Hardison said.
“It’s a front company for the mayor,” Eliot concluded.
“The mayor did say he wanted to build a park on the waterfront,” Hardison realized.
“So,” I chipped in, “Mayor buys land from his own company with city money, free cash.”
The boys nodded with me before asking Parker what else she had from the mayor’s office.
“Yeah, I mean, there could be a safe in here, but I don’t have time to move all the balls and bats out of here. He could start a baseball team with all the crap he has in his office,” she complained.
We listened as Nate cut off his and Tara’s conversation with Culpepper and told us, “Alright guys, wrap it up. We’re gonna go on a little field trip.”
The three of us shared a look and went to start packing up our stuff. Before we got too far I stopped the boys, “Wait, since I have my camera out, let me take a picture.”
Hardison instantly wrapped his arm around Eliot’s shoulder with a comically large smile and pointed at the evidence in Eliot’s hand. Eliot gave one of the biggest eyerolls I had seen. I quickly took a picture of them like this and smiled at the results.
“Alright, let’s get out of here.”
Turns out our little field trip was to the local minor league ballpark. We were some of the few people in the stands as the team was just practicing in the field.
“I don’t know,” Tara said, looking over the field and then at us, “Culpepper doesn’t strike me aa the type to order a hit. Especially on something like a graft case.What’s the big deal, you know? You get caught, you go on TV with your wife, you cry, you get re-elected.”
“Yeah, it’s the American way,” Parker agreed.
“Exactly.”
“Naw, this guy’s been caught in the middle of a dozen corruption cases,” Hardison said. “Each time he’s walked away and somebody else took the fall. This guy does not get caught.”
“Don’t know, still doesn’t feel right,” Tara insisted quietly. She looked over at Eliot, “What’s that?”
“It’s a page I found out of Bonanno’s notebook,” he replied as he stared at the writing on it.
“The Maltese Falcon,” Tara read. “The book or the movie?”
“It means something,” Eliot insisted. “I just…”
“Okay,” Nate said as he finally joined us. “This is how we’re gonna take down the mayor,” he gestured to the stadium.
“Baseball?” Hardison asked.
“Yeah, we’re gonna steal this ballpark,” Nate nodded happily and started to walk away before he stepped back to us adding, “And the team. Not necessarily in that order.”
Nate and Tara posed on the waterfront to get Culpepper’s attention. The plan was to convince Culpepper that we were gonna build a ballpark there and try to get him to get in on the action with some bribes from his re-election campaign. A federal offense. But first, we needed a team to play in the ballpark.
Eliot snuck into the team, posing as a transfer and a spy for the owner. He started spreading rumors that the team we were just watching practice was going to be moving to our new stadium.
“There’s only one problem,” Eliot said after Hardison explained his fabricated baseball history, including a catchy Japanese energy drink commercial. “I don’t like baseball.”
“What? Everyone likes baseball,” Hardison insisted.
“I don’t like baseball, man,” Eliot reiterated, “Alright? I don’t like sports where you can’t score on defense. Football, hockey, even basketball. But baseball?”
Hardison turned to where I was sitting on the couch, “Back me up here, y/n.”
I glanced up at him from where I was examining my nails, “I mean, don’t get me wrong, it's fun going to a game with your friends on a sunny day, getting to see some home runs…”
“But?” Eliot egged me on.
I dropped my hands to my lap and made full eye contact with them, “It can get boring sometimes, especially on TV. I only watch if I can go to the game.”
Hardison shook his head at the two of us, “I’m not even talking to you.” He then walked away.
Eliot repeated me under his breath, “yeah, it’s boring.” Before Hardison was completely gone he did ask for him to put on the commercial again, to which he obliged.
Later that day, Hardison, Parker, and I were calling into radio stations with different voices and accents, further spreading the rumor that the Beavers baseball team was leaving their town. Hardison and I were equally surprised when Parker angrily burst into Spanish on her call.
“You speak Spanish?” Hardison asked.
Parker just looked between the two of us, “Si.”
On the plus side, the rumors bumped ticket sales to the Beavers’ games by a hefty margin. Once Nate and Tara let Culpepper swipe their fake baseball plans, he was hooked. Luckily, it was game day, so we all went to the baseball game. Hardison, Parker, and I started a protest outside the gates to keep the Beavers from moving, dressing up and making signs. Nate and Tara were meeting with the owner, giving Culpepper the impression that the move was actually happening, and Eliot was playing catcher in the game.
Once the protest was well underway, I set my poster to the side and headed into the stadium to watch the game. Hardison was able to get us seats behind home plate if we wanted them and I happily decided to take advantage of the opportunity.
The game was pretty exciting, quite a few hits and runs by both teams. When the other team got a particularly good hit, the runner was looking to score, but Eliot threw his helmet to the side to catch the ball from second base and body slammed him, getting him out. I could see the smile Eliot had from the stands, clearly being won over. He shook out his hair with some of the most beautiful curls I’d seen before heading to the dugout.
It wasn’t too long before Eliot was up to bat.
“Meet me outside,” Nate said over comms after his brief meeting and agreement with Culpepper. It seemed we had this in the bag.
“What?” Eliot said in disbelief, “I’m three for four. This guy’s throwing great, I’m not going anywhere.”
I whined too, “Nate, I’m sure it can wait until after the game, let me just watch. It’s been ages, and this is a great game.”
Right then Eliot hit a great ball, he’d at least get to second or third base, if not a home run.
“Alright, good news, bad news,” Nate said to the others though I could still hear him through comms.
“Good news?” Tara asked.
“The mayor’s hooked, we’re in the pinch.”
“Bad news?”
“I think we lost Eliot and y/n til the playoffs.”
“Please, Nate,” I replied, “it’s one game. Relax. Not sure about Eliot though.”
Like I had said before, it could have waited until after the game was over. Once Eliot and I got back to McRory’s the team was sitting there still discussing the logistics of framing the mayor. Eliot jumped right into how great the game was and his performance.
“Excuse your rudeness,” Hardison said, “I’m explaining the con. It’s very complicated.”
“Really?” Eliot asked, “the mayor gives us a check and you deposit it in some company and you connect it back to him. Looks like he’s embezzling from his campaign funds.” He then made a shocked face that made me laugh.
“At least you can’t say he isn’t picking up what you do and how all this usually works, Hardison,” I said.
Hardison gave me a bitter nod before cutting Eliot off again when he started gushing again, “but that’s not all there is, alright? There’s the Bonanno thing.”
“What? We give Bonanno’s notes to the newspaper, man? They named a sandwich after me ad T.J. Philbin’s!” Eliot would not be stopped.
The rest of the team was finally very impressed.
“I’ll give it to you, man, the sandwich thing’s pretty cool,” Hardison finally relented. The two of them shared a fancy little handshake in excitement.
Nate’s phone rang, “I’m sorry, this is the mayor, is this an okay time to take the call or…”
Eliot gave him permission and Nate stepped to the side with a “congrats on the sandwich.”
Eliot finally sat down with the rest of us, still excitedly telling the team how the game went and his last time at bat. I couldn’t help but just watch him. His excitement was infectious. I only tore my eyes away when I thought I felt eyes on me. I turned my head slightly to see that Tara was looking at me with a slightly tilted head. I tilted my own back at her in question but was denied an answer when Nate came back over to the table with an address written down, asking Hardison to look it up.
“The address is right in the middle of the Bellbridge waterfront,” Hardison answered.
“It’s a walk away,” Eliot said simply.
“Look, this is even better,” Nate insisted, “because he has partners, so this is our chance to bring them down too.”
“But if the bribe is in cash, the con doesn’t work,” Parker pointed out.
“Two hundred and fifty thousand dollars in cash we’re gonna get? It had to have come from somewhere. Hardison can track it.”
“Uh, no Hardison can not,” Hardison corrected.
Nate was not giving up, “Look, you kept saying you don’t think the mayor’s the kind of guy to kill a cop, right?” He asked Tara.
“So let’s go meet the kind of guys who kill cops on the waterfront,” Tara repeated condescendingly, “That’s a solid plan.”
“I’m sorry,” Eliot said, “Where are these partners coming from, huh? And why did they just show up?”
“This is such a bad idea,” I said to myself.
“And the Maltese Falcon thing, it’s just weird,” Parker pointed out.
“Okay, enough!” Nate blurted out. “We are talking about bringing down a corrupt mayor and cleaning up a city. I mean, it’s huge. It’s probably the biggest thing we’ve ever done.”
“They’re not handing out trophies for this,” Eliot retorted.
“Why does it matter that it would be the biggest thing we’ve ever done, Nate?” I asked him seriously. “I don’t know if we should put our lives on the line, we don’t know how far this corruption goes!”
“We don’t always win, man,” Hardison said.
“But we never quit,” Nate emphasized.
“Maybe we should,” I said before I could stop myself.
Everyone looked at me, no one agreeing or disagreeing with me.
Nate gave me a hard look, “I never asked you to join the team, y/n. I love you, but you don’t have to be here.”
He waited for me to say something, to stand up and walk away. I didn’t though. I stared him down with a clenched jaw. I wasn’t going anywhere, no matter how manipulative he was going to be. This was my team, if not my family. Whether Nate or anyone else wanted me here or not, I was staying.
“Okay,” Nate said once he saw I wasn’t leaving, “you guys check out security,” he said, gesturing to Eliot and Hardison. He then turned back to me and Parker, “you two do the perimeter, yeah? And we’ll be on the inside,” he finished with himself and Tara. “Look, we’re gonna do this, we can do it. We’re gonna bring this guy down.”
There was no acknowledgement from the rest of us at the table as he walked away. This was dangerous.
We all loaded into Hardison’s van to go to the waterfront. Hardison and Eliot posed as the Department of Homeland Security to “check out anti terrorism security measures” as a facade to bug the security. What they found instead was no security at all, meaning that the $20 million in federal funds to install high end equipment went missing.
Nate and Tara walked into the suspicious looking warehouse to meet with the mayor and his partners while Parker and I split up to check the perimeter. Parker went under the dock and discovered guys with guns guarding boxes labeled soybeans. The boxes were filled with guns and hand grenades. Probably where that $20 million went. Everything was quiet on my end of the area until six or so black sedans came careening around the corner towards the warehouse where Nate and Tara were with the mayor. They were discussing where the mayor’s partners were when I spoke up to warn them.
Before I could do so, a wicked amount of feedback came through the comms causing me to cringe.
“Someone’s transmitting on our frequency,” Hardison explained.
“Yeah, well, Nate and Tara, you have company from out here, six cars just pulled up surrounding the building,” I rushed out, hoping to give them some time.
“It’s FBI,” Eliot said, “and more than six are coming!”
I looked across the water front to where they were and saw more suvs pull up with sirens blazing. I had already ducked out of sight when the first cars came, but now I started making my way around to the others, staying low. Once I got back to the van, I saw that the others were already there, pulling on FBI jackets with Hardison doing stuff on his computer.
“So the guy who put out a hit on a police detective is an FBI snitch?” Parker asked. “That’s not fair.”
“Of course he’s a snitch,” I sighed in resignation as Eliot handed me a jacket to pull on.
Hardison was able to identify a nearby federal ID cell phone and called it, “you come in and we kill all the hostages. … Oh you thought the mayor was the only one? No, we got a whole Sunday school up in here, we got old folks, we got nuns, and we have explosives. You come in and you make headlines.” He hung up before the agent could respond, back to working on his laptop.
“Scary, but effective,” I commented as I watched the warehouse, the agents not moving in.
“Well now we know why he didn’t go down for any of the corruption cases, cuz he’s a snitch,” Tara said angrily.
“Well, you know, it’s possible that he doesn’t know anything about Bonanno getting shot,” Nate thought out loud.
The mayor in fact did know about it. Nate got as angry as I’d ever heard him, yelling about Bonanno’s family and how he almost died.
“Nate I bought you some time,” Hardison said, “but about now we’ve got a whole army of five-O coming down on us… It’s a big day, big big day for us.”
“You have to let him go,” I heard Tara say.
“No!” Nate said.
“Then kill him now, we have to get out of here!”
“Shit,” I whispered to myself, this was getting worse by the second.
There was a large crash, but it sounded like the mayor was still alive.
“Alright, we’ll deal with him later,” Nate said. He then relayed a plan, a dumb plan, to get him and Tara out of the warehouse. It involved them all walking out of the warehouse as hostages, a sign of good will, releasing one hostage. What would really happen would be that one hostage would come out of the three doors of the warehouse, one for Nate, Tara, and Culpepper.
“No, Nate, man, are you kidding me? That is the worst plan I’ve ever heard!” Hardison said.
“Look, he needs a distraction,” Eliot said.
“I mean, we did just find a box of ammo and explosives,” Parker pointed out. “Boom, I’m just saying.”
“The problem is in the delivery,” Eliot said.
“And the detonator,” Hardison added.
The rest of us looked at the van with some hope and an idea. Hardison was not happy to say the least. He nearly cried when we started to unload the gear to prep it.
“Sorry Hardison, it’s all we got right now. We can get you a new van, I can’t get another uncle Nate,” I said as I pulled one more box out.
“Are you sure you want one?” Eliot asked me.
“Still deciding.”
We got the van rigged up with boxes of grenades and got to work. Right as everyone exited the warehouse, Hardison drove the van via remote control towards the building, and caused it to explode, causing confusion and panic.
Eliot, Parker and I nabbed one of the agent’s cars to use as a getaway vehicle. Eliot was driving, I slid into the passenger seat and was relieved to see that the front had a middle seat so it would fit all of us somewhat comfortably. Eliot picked up Nate first, who shoved me into that newly discovered front middle seat and Tara slid into the back seat easily when we pulled around the building. We finally had to persuade Hardison to get in. He was upset that Nate didn’t listen to us when we said it was a bad idea and the fact it led to ‘Lucielle’s’ death. We peeled out of there once Hardison took the last seat in the back.
What a nightmare. I had a feeling this wasn’t over yet.
A/n: Reblogs and comments are welcome and encouraged! Thank you for reading!
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Writing Patterns/First 10 Lines Tag Game
tagged by @thychesters Thank you!!
Rules: list the first line of your last 10 (posted) fics and see if there’s a pattern!
(I might break the rules a little bit, because a lot of my most recent fics are multi-chaps, and long running ones at that, or they're prompt collections. So I'll be taking the most recent opening lines, as opposed to the very first lines and I'm going to take from pieces posted within the last year. I'm also gonna repeat one fic, since I started posting it last year and it's been my most active WIP since then.)
1. Little Runeys - Ch 16 (The RF4/SW AU): “Dank farrik!” Frey swore sharply as she narrowly avoided taking a hit right up her thruster. “These Imps just can’t cut a girl a break.” She turned her head to look over her shoulder. “How are those guns coming, Lest?”
2. How Far Ahead The Road Has Gone - Ch 14 (The Hobbit): When Bilbo woke, she was burning up. Someone had draped an extra blanket over her while she had been sleeping, but considering the chill in the air, she shouldn’t have sweat beading on her forehead. It was dark, must have been the middle of the night, Bilbo couldn’t see anything around her except the shadows of whoever was on watch against the low glow of the fire, but from the snoring she suspected nearly everyone else was asleep.
3. Home For The Holidays (Grand Bazaar): Despite the bone deep exhaustion, the heavy pack on his back, the feet that ached with every footfall, and the remnants of a cold lingering in the back of his throat and sinuses, Lloyd still got a spring in his step when the familiar landmarks of Zephyr Town came into view. With renewed vigor, he hitched his pack up a little higher on his shoulders and hurried down the road. His heart seemed to lighten with every step forward, and a small smile began to curl across his tired face.
4. Earth and Rebirth - Ch 20 (Trio of Towns): Summer was in full swing, painting the mountain in shades of green as the plants spread out their broad leaves to soak up every bit of the hot sun as possible. Life was getting busy on the farms and in all three towns, as the first of the summer crops were ready for harvest, and tourists were flocking to the picturesque mountain for vacation. Holly was kept plenty busy herself.
5. How Far Ahead The Road Has Gone - Ch 1 (The Hobbit): When Bilbo Baggins left the Shire in the company of Thorin Oakenshield, she had not known she was pregnant. The thought of it being a possibility hadn’t even crossed her mind.
6. Adored (Rune Factory 4): Frey pushed blindly into her room. It was late, her heart was heavy, her soul weary. Tonight was her last night in Selphia, and as exhausted as she was of dealing with people, Frey so desperately did not want to be alone. Perhaps it was why she lingered so long with the others until she had to listen to Volkanon's good sense and turn in. Otherwise, she would be utterly exhausted tomorrow, and she would need to be sharp, embarking on this next journey alone.
7. At The End Of All Things (Spiritfarer): Buck didn’t see his death coming.
8. Our Dear Empress - Ch 9 (Rune Factory 4): Frey woke up early. Early enough that the sun had not yet risen, and she couldn’t even hear the quiet stirrings of life in the camp. She was accustomed to waking at the break of dawn, but even this was too early for her. She lay there in the dark, listening to Forte breathe steadily from her bedroll on the ground beside her. It would be wise to sleep some more, but even as the thought crossed her mind, Frey knew she was not going to slip back into slumber again.
9. Seedlings and Sprouts - Ch 29 (Animal Parade): Perry wasn’t expecting to be awake at this hour, but for reasons unknown to him, when he had laid down to sleep that night his mind refused to quiet, and he could not relax. So with restless body and mind, he got out of bed. If sleep was not coming to him, there was plenty of work he could do. Perhaps sorting through old church records would bore him to sleep.
10. And Omega Remains - Ch 2 (The Bad Batch): “You might know me better than you think.” The woman crouched down and removed her glasses. Brown eyes met identical brown eyes. "We’re sisters, Omega."
It looks like most often my opening lines are spent doing some scene setting and getting into the POV character's shoes. Occasionally I'll drop right into the action or pick up where a canon scene left off. But for the most part I get pretty quick to answering Who? Where? and Why? Not surprising for the prompt collections, where I'm usually getting right to the point of the prompt. And in the multi-chaps it's a good way to show that some time has passed between where the last one ended and the new one picked up and catch readers up. A lot of character action happening in the first sentence or two. And a lot of characters waking up 😂
I think the biggest exception to this trend is the opening lines of "Road" which is a succinct 'this is exactly what the story is going to be about' opening line.
Oh man I guess I should tag some folks. How about @jessi-08, @durotoswrites, @emeraldhazeart, @lookforanewangle, @jake-marshall
And if you want to play along and I didn't tag you, feel free to say I tagged you. My brain goes instantly blank any time I need to tag people in games like this and suddenly I don't know anyone who writes 😂
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Welcome to Absolute Zero Day aka
What the hell is happening day aka
I've never felt this dumb Wednesday.
Wow, I really thought last week I had reached peak levels of "what the hell is happening now" but thank the heavens for a new episode, because just when I thought I was done complaining, this weeks episode showed up to remind me just how crazy I actually am for sticking to this.
Well... this episode was certainly something. Like I suspected last week, we spent a considerable time watching young Ongsa cry. Which is, you know, well...awful. I just can't, I feel nothing, my heart is frozen for this show and no amount of crying will thaw it.
And for whoever is reading this, guess what? We were not done with the time travel. No, no no.
If at first you don't succeed, or you think you haven't because you didn't actually stay in the present long enough to confirm that your husband was actually dead before you made the journey to the past to fix what you weren't sure needed fixing, and then in that attempt completely destroying the young version of said husband, so that he could change the future, that, again, you weren't sure needed changing, and then he didn't change anything at all, even though when you went back to your present and are apparently alone, crying in your bed, the past versions date just like they did before. So why you crying?
And then somehow just before the accident Adult Ongsa is visited by Ongsa of xmas future to warn him to not attempt to avoid the car accident because if he doesn't then adult Soon actually dies and he will get so sad. So then this adult version of Ongsa wakes up in the body of young Ongsa just before he meets young Soon, so he never goes to the theatre, he never meets young Soon, he just stalked him instead and cried a lot. And since he never met him, then adult Soon never traveled back in time, so the coffee shop lady never met him and Young Soon never talked to him on the balcony, so although Ongsa has now experience 2 different timelines he's the only one who remembers everything. except that NO, both young Soon and coffee shop lady seem to have echoes of the other timeline, and also the old man still has the letter that Adult Soon left with him when he traveled back in time, even though that not really possible, cause the fact that Young Ongsa stopped them from meeting supposedly erased Adult Soon from this timeline, because if they never met, they never spent 10 years together that would coincide with the celebration of their 10th year anniversary which would lead to the accident which led to the first time travel journey which led to this whole show being in my life.
(I just wrote non stop, so if there are mistakes forgive me, but also the fact that it's a confusing mess illustrates my point)
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Theories About Ruin :)
I've read a lot of people commenting about Ruin, their theories, and opinions on how the DLC ends, I think I may as well make my theories about it. :)
Prepare yourselves guys, this is going to be long:
So, the basic stuff first, Cassie arrives at FNAF 6 Pizzeria and releases the Anomaly (Mimic, Glitchtrap Afton, whoever really) (I'm going to call it "Anomaly" for now because in The Ultimate Guidebook in the glossary they call it that) Cassie discovers that the message from "Gregory" has a fake trap, Roxy gives her more time and Cassie has to run for her life.
1: The elevator ending: called by me the "Why Gregory... Why?" ending :(
There are a few things that make me think that the Gregory who guides Cassie to the elevator was not the real Gregory... I'm not going to completely rule out that it was the real Gregory who made that decision because it may as well be, if so, I'd like to recognize Gregory as (depending on your reasons) as the most pragmatic or practical kid I've ever met...doesn't sound like a good thing to me, but anyway. As I was saying, let's go investigate:
Gregory takes us to the elevator by leading us down the dirt tunnel (adding that he has a friend with the plans to the place) tells Cassie to run and all only to have her at the last minute decide or realize that it's dangerous for the anomaly to come out of the Pizzaplex and start tracking him and I guess, his friend. (Vanessa?).
But it's a little curious that right after the Anomaly was released and out of sight that Gregory was able to communicate with Cassie, plus how did Gregory know that Cassie was in the Pizzaplex?
Check the ending guys. When Gregory speaks to her, he almost instantly says "I'm not at the Pizzaplex". Soon after Cassie doubts whether the voice she hears on the radio is the real Gregory, now a good well known test to prove someone's identity, especially if you are friends would be to say something you both know, like an inside joke or some memory (Maybe it doesn't work 100% but it's something), but "Gregory" just says "do you have any other options?" ...doesn't really confirm anything for us, does it?
You could say you can confirm it's Gregory by the subtitles, for example. But the game kept telling us that about the voice coming from the Roxy-Talkie when it really wasn't true, what's to stop the game from fooling us again, we weren't seeing the Anomaly when there's the "Gregory, we also know the Anomaly's influence is stronger underground thanks to Security Breach" dialogue. The Anomaly managed to send Cassie a message even though she was supposedly trapped underground, what was stopping The Anomaly from controlling a simple elevator with technology that didn't seem new in the place?
Another important point is how on earth could Gregory see where Cassie was in the present moment if he was not in the Pizzaplex? In the tunnel , I mean it’s possible that he knew the way, but he never told Cassie something like "when you get to the first intersection, go right then at another intersection right again" no no, the supposed Gregory indicates us as if the Roxie-Talkie had a built-in camera, which we don't see.
If we remember, when we encounter the blue antivirus the first time we encounter a parent node "Gregory"(the fake one) knows exactly why Cassie freaked out and tells us to stay away from that thing. The Anomaly knows where we are in the entire Pizzaplex and what we are doing in the present moment, which gives us another point to suspect the Gregory that guides us to the end.
If you want to rely on the books (GGY) you will know that Gregory was possibly controlled by the Anomaly at some point, it may be that when Cassie removed the security system the control was back and that's why Gregory left her there, but I'm not too sure about this for the reasons explained above that the Anomaly could already communicate with the outside.
Now, following my explanation Gregory is never present in the dlc is he? ...well not exactly.
When you use the mask turn up the sound and pay attention to the sounds, you can often hear a woman laughing, screaming and from time to time at specific times and places a voice gives us advice or tells us things (this voice is not recorded in the subtitles, but it’s understandable) if you have already heard it you will know that this voice...is Gregory's voice.
Gregory's voice with the mask on sounds different, it's not very loud, it sounds like he's talking close, and the voice is somewhat blocked by the mask. As far as I could tell Cassie never reacts to the sounds of the virtual world. But what if they are more important than they seem? This brings us to focus on the second ending....
2: The Happy Ending (... I mean, is it really a happy ending? Aren't they still in the Pizzaplex?).
In this ending we don't follow "Gregory's" lead and we come across a large cardboard cutout of Fredbear mode the posters we see of the cartoon character, we put on the mask and find ourselves in a place that looks virtual giving us a very pretty sunset with balloons and the whole thing where Vanessa, Helpy and Gregory are standing there smiling, but they all look like cardboard cutouts and it looks obvious it's fake, however, Gregory's voice rings out and says "Cassie! I'm ok. I found a spot to hide"...to finally hear Cassie's agitated (and probably confused) breathing...We have a lot to unpack.
First, if we play along with the game that Gregory is not at the Pizzaplex, why does he have a hiding place, that is not outside?
You can take it as him finding a place for Cassie to hide, but Gregory doesn't say that. He says he found a hiding place and assures Cassie that he's okay...shouldn't he say something to reassure Cassie that there is a safe place for her? ...Gregory seems according to his voice happy to see Cassie...like he hasn't talked to her before... (Plus it seems a lot like a Happiest day for Cassie, don't you think?). (There are balloons for a party or a celebration…you know)
Already in the DLC there are crazy and strange things like being able to pass things like walls and doors with the mask and blocked places, although it's supposed to be only virtual reality, plus in some parts of the Pizzaplex we can see with the mask that Princess Quest's lantern and sword are present. Everything seems to tell us that the digital world and the real world merged somehow in the Pizzaplex. Anyway, while this merging between virtual and real world may be somewhat obvious, we have to analyze what it really means in the world of FNAF.
One of the endings of Security Breach seems to indicate a relationship to Vanessa and Vanny's thing, if an arcade game can be connected a person's consciousness, what prevents in an already merged place, that Cassie has escaped to a virtual hideout (do the endings ending with sunset indicate not a real escape but a simulated one?).
Something that supports the issue of consciousness transferred to a virtual place can be proven in Help Wanted, in Fazbear Entertainment's security notice we are warned that the transfer of consciousness and the manifestation of digital characters in the real world is not the responsibility of the company, indicating us that this kind of things were already possible, and if we know that Security Breach is after Help Wanted, that this technology is present at the time of the game doesn’t seem so hard to believe.
(Another thing that we can see in Help Wanted is the Anomaly's power to copy voices...in the books too, but I say this just in case. On tapes 1 and 15 the girl shows up 2 times with somewhat contradictory messages, plus we know that on one tape the girl says something the Anomaly also says "Hello, can you hear me?").
Arguing that Cassie needed to be connected to something to enter the virtual world, we have the mask and the neural chip that was placed in her when she put the mask on in the first place, so an entrance to the digital world she already has, remembering the sounds of the mask and that technically there may have been more murders at the Pizzaplex, we could explain these sounds and Gregory's voice if Gregory is in a limbo and maybe the others as well (along with how both worlds affect each other).
So in this ending Cassie's consciousness was transferred to the virtual world thanks to the hiding place and she found herself in a sort of limbo with Vanessa and Gregory, maybe I mean, Helpy is there and how could Cassie imagine Vanessa if there was never any indication that she knew her in the first place? Which leaves the questions Vanessa and Gregory were dead with their consciousness hidden in the Pizzaplex and Cassie joined them? Where the heck is Freddy? All are good questions and my answer to them, would be yes; but this is a theory, so who really knows?
A separate point is the Cassidy theory in Princess Quest, I wouldn't mention it if it weren't for the cut-out at the end, I mean why Fredbear of all characters, why not Glamrock Freddy? This would be a more obvious Gregory reference, if you argue that it's because we're in FNAF 6 pizzeria territory, it might as well have been Rockstar Freddy or something.
We all know that Fredbear and Golden Freddy are among the most mysterious animatronics in FNAF, so the appearance of their character may be a reason to investigate more references or why it is the entrance to the ending.
3: Scooper 2.0? Yes please.
Where had that machine been all this time, forget about the machine, the place itself, I really have no idea and the same could be said for the aggregates underground in general, but let's get some points to investigate.
Does Cassie survive this ending, the game ends with the Anomaly (at least her physical body) being destroyed or captured by the claw or whatever that thing was, but we don't see if Cassie makes it out Will she be able to use the elevator, did the monster really leave, I mean Gregory says it's free and so on, but it seems he meant the physical body because we know it at least had a way to communicate with the outside (M.X.E.S has its flaws).
Another point if he really left in this ending, shouldn't Gregory say something, that they don't confirm anything is not a good sign either, with Gregory saying, "nice try" or "that didn't work" or maybe "well done, now run that way". If there is no way out at that point it could also have been said by Gregory, didn't Gregory and his friend have the maps of the place, didn't they know about him, couldn't they communicate at that point in the place, Gregory's voice is not heard again in that ending and the villain is held back. I find it a bit odd that the kid who was able to destroy several animatronics didn't have a plan that is...destroy the enemy. Another point for the theory that the real Gregory has nothing to do there, I guess.
One last point I'd like to make is that, if we notice, the blue character chasing us around the virtual world technically was good in a way. The animatronics were attracted to our position and attacked Cassie, but their function was to enclose a bigger evil.... eh little details, right?
Uff well I think I'm done telling my theories, what are yours? :D
#fnaf ruin#fnaf ruin spoilers#fnaf cassie#fnaf gregory#fnaf security breach#cassie deserves better#Roxy and Freddy too#traductor is my savior#I defend gregory butt if he is really the one who...you know I'll be sad#but its ok#I'm going to accept it and defend Cassie with my heart xd#but i still have faith
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Soundleasure | Choi San || CH. 8
Pairings: Soft!San x fem!reader || Strangers to lovers, fake dating
Genre: smut, angst, fluff, online sex, ghosting
Warnings: inexperienced!San, fem!reader, masturbation, online sex, camboy, first times.
Summary: You can do whatever you please and be whoever you want on the Internet. And San knew that a little bit too well.
After finally following all the signs the universe was throwing at him, he started living a double life that no one was aware of. Everyone in his daily life knew him as Choi San, the reserved and quiet boy who wouldn't raise his voice, and would barely communicate with anyone outside of his comfort group. But only a few knew him as Soundleasure, the man with a sexy voice and a filthy mind that had their toes curling just with his narrations.
He never thought of the possibility of those two lives ever meeting, he had always tried for them to follow a parallel route and had always played safe to keep his friends from ever suspecting that side even existed. But his plans will start to crumble when he gets a little too close with one of his subscribers and she invades his real-self and altergo's universes without being able to stop it.
Y/n will not only help him to keep his secret from his circle, but will also show him there's more of Soundleasure in him than he'd like to admit.
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Aprox. time of reading: 16 minutes
Her smile evidently dropped when she managed to see a familiar face as the blond guy opened his brown eyes wide in surprise. Probably because it was the last place she expected to see her at.
—Oh, wow —Y/n finally reacted, lifting her eyebrows as she smiled.
She purposely omitted to even attempt to call him by his name -mainly because she didn't really remember it. She did remember his face though. Of course she did. He had worked in the company as a freelancer when they needed new ideas for a design, although not directly with her team -or her. When he joined the project, she was still her father's assistant so they didn't speak much. But by the little time they spent together back then, she remembered him as someone really nice to be around. And also that white brilliant and perfect smile.
—The world is such a small place —he nodded.
—Do you guys know each other? —San interrupted, stepping forward.
—Yeah, he worked in my company for a few months —she answered.
—Yep —he nodded again—. It's been a lot of time since that though. I didn't expect you to see you here.
—Imagine if now it turns out you're Mingi's boss —Wooyoung chuckled behind them, walking past them to get to his seat on the couch.
Mingi only rolled his eyes at the comment, knowing Y/n was way too nice to be the big asshole he had as a boss and that he didn't know in person yet after starting in his position months back.
—What do you mean? —Hongjoong asked, following Wooyoung with his eyes.
—She's dating San. And thank god we saw her across the street, because he wasn't going to introduce her to us —Wooyoung answered, side eyeing his friend as he spoke.
—I'm really wondering why now —San replied back.
—She'll also be replacing me today —Wooyoung continued, ignoring his comment.
—Shouldn't you be introducing her to us? —Seonghwa asked, alternating his gaze between San and Wooyoung.
—Hongjoong spoke before we could even do that —Wooyoung replied back.
Y/n sighed, thankful to the brunet's words that finally gave out the name of the person that recognized her.
A moment of silence followed after Wooyoung's answer, having all of the eyes in the room falling over San and his eyes lost on the screen before he was finally aware the attention was on him. She pinched his side, finally getting him to react.
—Introduce me —she whispered, turning her head slowly so the other seven boys wouldn't see her.
San started introducing them by following the order they were sitting, skipping Wooyoung and Mingi with his eyes rolling when both of them complained about the tone he used.
The first person he introduced, and that was sitting next to Mingi, was Yunho. By the way his legs were flexing as he sat, she could tell he probably was around the same height as Mingi. He smiled at her in a friendly way, getting her to smile right after. At his left, and sitting on the floor, there was a guy who smiled at her shyly, bowing slightly as San introduced him as Yeosang.
On the other couch, Hongjoong gave her a squared smile when San introduced him again, to go ahead with the boy with longer hair sitting next to him. Seonghwa waved his hand in the air as his big eyes squinted by the -another- perfect smile she'd be jealous of, whispering a silent "Hi". Looking for some more bickering with Wooyoung, San only referred to him as a "Meh", before he went on to introduce the boy with a bowl cut hairstyle, bowing firmly before he heard San introducing him as the baby of the group.
—I'm still older than all of your mental ages combined together.
Y/n couldn't help but snort at that answer, looking back at San when he introduced her to the rest just like he introduced them to her.
—I don't know about you all, but I'm hungry —Yunho mentioned, clapping his hands as he sat forward on the couch.
—We were waiting for you to come to call —Mingi reproached, receiving a glare from his friend right after—. Not like it matters, because I'm just now starting to be hungry.
—Who's calling? —Yeosang asked, looking around for someone to volunteer.
—What are we having?
—Pizza —Wooyoung answered as if it was obvious.
—Again —Jongho threw his head back—. Last time we had that. Why are you choosing?
—Right? We had the exact same problem for lunch —Mingi added himself in the discussion.
—I thought you already moved on from it —he rolled his eyes, before he turned back to Jongho—. Pizza is universal. It's something that everyone likes. What's the problem with it? —Wooyoung whined.
—There's a really nice sushi place... —Seonghwa started speaking, although the others' bickering interrupted what he had to say.
—Is it always like this? —Y/n whispered, leaning a bit in San's direction.
—It's a requirement to be part of this group, apparently —he answered—. Just ignored them.
—No, I like it —she replied with honesty.
The way they were arguing about the smallest thing, and how they teased each other for the minimal thing they said, was only a reflection of how close they all actually were. They were the reflection of that type of friendship she had been looking for, but that always ended up giving up on.
—Y/n is the innocent hand. She could choose today.
Hearing her name out of nowhere, followed by all of their eyes turning to her, caught her off guard.
—I don't really know —she giggled nervously—. Hmm... Honestly, I kinda liked Seonghwa's idea. It's been a while since I've had sushi.
—As long as it's not pizza —Jongho huffed, resting his back against the backrest.
Y/n smiled, moving to also join Yeosang on the floor, not without Mingi, Jongho, Wooyoung and Yunho attempting to get up to leave a spot somewhere in either of the sofas she was walking in between.
—It's alright. I'll sit here —she assured, taking the free spot next to Mingi.
And while all of them were sitting, there was only one person struggling to find a place to sit.
—San, you won't grow taller staying there —Hongjoong teased.
He was aware of the look Y/n was giving him, and how she silently was guiding him to walk next to her. His hands moved nervously as he made the same walk she did, looking at the possible seats: either of the arm rests on the floor. Y/n's soft and small fingers moved faster than he did, enclosing around his forearm to stop him from walking to the empty spot on the floor next to Jongho, in between the two sofas.
As soon as he looked down at her, her eyes pointed to her seat at the same time she dragged her body to the floor, leaving that spot empty again for him.
San felt tempted to insist on her going back to her place, but he knew that'd only annoy her. He moved behind her, just for her to right after molding her body in the space he made up for her. In that position, her head rested in between his two knees, making him sit stiff at the whole new sensation.
When she turned to him, she could see how tense he was, with the way his neck marked and his jaw was raised a little bit higher as he tried to focus on the TV.
Whoever saw him would think that he had never touched a woman in his life.
—How did you meet each other? —Yunho asked, giving a sip to his coke before leaving it back on the coffee table.
—Dating app —she answered—. Right, babe?
San's breath shut, feeling his throat closing, when her hand rested on his knee as she tried to get some back up from him.
—Yeah —he nodded—. That's right. We started seeing each other and then we texted. No, wait.
—Are you okay? —Hongjoong asked.
—Yeah —San sighed—. I meant that we texted and then started seeing each other.
—There isn't much more to say. He kinda hooked me up by the second day —she continued, squeezing his knee.
—Hooked you up? —Jongho raised his eyebrow— Did he pay you to say this?
The room was suddenly filled with huffs and clicks of tongue, before Wooyoung pushed his body as a way to reprend him.
—I'm just saying... because he's usually quiet and shy.
—I'm not quiet with you all —San replied back.
—But you're shy with people from the opposite sex —Wooyoung commented, getting a fistful of the chips that had been prepared on those bowls—. You just stay in a corner.
—Why are you all bringing all this up now? Laugh at how you came here covered in milkshake after trying to flirt with a girl that had a boyfriend, when he was right next to her —San countered, smirking devilishly at his friend who only poked his cheek with his tongue as he smiled—. Or how Hwa ended all over Reddit after he tried to flirt with someone on stories using Legos —San pointed out—. You have no room to talk, so I'd stop annoying me unless you want me to air out all of your dirty laundry.
—But I do want to hear them —Y/n commented in a lower tone—. What's with the Lego story? —Y/n tried to ask Seonghwa, but he just waved his hands in the air and shook his head.
—He said her built was complex like a LEGO Eiffel Tower set —Mingi answered, giggling as he remembered it.
—What's that supposed to mean? —she frowned, looking at the owner of that comment.
—Doubt he knows himself —Yunho snorted.
—She had a LEGO Eiffel tower behind her, I thought she'd understand I was actually praising her.
—Uh, that's not... —Y/n shook her head—. Wait, you're the LEGO man? —she finally remembered, making Seonghwa throw his head back— I did read about you.
—LEGO man? That's a serial killer name —Seonghwa complained.
—If it makes you feel better, no one will know it's you unless you tell them —she tried to comfort him—. Your intention was good though. You just need it to improve the way you phrase it.
—How did San hook you up? —Jongho suddenly asked.
She felt how the man behind her got stiff again, flexing the muscles of his thighs as he tried to think of something to answer before she could.
—He was nice —she simply said—. At first I wasn't looking for anything, but he was so approachable and genuine... So yeah.
San slowly blinked, feeling everything around him going completely silent and black when his focus was solely on her and the way she smiled at him. She seemed so honest about those words, he wasn't sure if she was still lying or if she was giving out some of her real thoughts when talking to him.
—You have nothing to say about me? —she suddenly asked.
His mouth opened a few times, trying to think of what to say, but always stopping midway, looking at her confused.
—That's it —San frowned when she said the sign out loud—. Why are you acting like I'm in this relationship by myself?
—What are you...? —he was going to play along, but his friends got in the way before he could.
—You're the first girlfriend he has —Wooyoung interrupted.
—Yeah, he might be a bit slow. But you're special if you're here —Mingi seconded, squeezing San's shoulder.
Y/n sat back in between his legs, relaxing again when the first attempt to fake an argument failed so miserably. She wasn't even allowed to make a scene properly.
While the rest started talking about something else, Y/n and San exchanged some worried looks, trying to read on the other's face what was the next step to take.
—This isn't working —Y/n commented, when San finally joined her in the narrow kitchen.
She had tried to start a fight a few times already. The last one was excused by how she preferred makis over sashimi when they were ordering their food, only for Jongho and Yeosang to side with her, while Hongjoong and Seonghwa tried to excuse San's confusion with how clueless he sometimes was.
—They like you too much —San answered—. I bet they're probably planning on how to get you to join us on these game nights.
—Okay, let's make them be so disgusted with us that they give us an excuse to start a fight. We could make out in front of them...
—No —San quickly shook his head.
—I mean... If there's something I hate about hanging out with couples is when they're so into each other that they make me uncomfortable.
—We can't do that —he insisted, shaking his head.
—Why not? —her squinted eyes looked at him with an accusing look— If this is a way to keep me from leaving...
—It's not that —he assured her.
Although it wasn't something he didn't think either.
—Then what is it?
San mumbled a few words, rubbing the reverse of his hand over his mouth as he spoke while looking away, only allowing Y/n to understand the word "kiss". When asked to repeat it, he did the same thing, rephrasing what he wanted to say and only allowing her to understand the word "someone".
Her heavy annoyed huff only worked as a warning for the way she held his hands, keeping them on both sides of his body, before she tried to get him to repeat.
—I've never kissed anyone —he finally admitted.
Her eyes widened with his confession, letting go of his hands as she took a step back to set some distance between them.
—You never what? —her head tilted to the side, thinking she got it wrong.
—I've never kissed anyone —he shook his head, speaking slowly—. If we start making out in front of them, they'll tell.
—No one? Not even in school? —her nose scrunched in strangeness.
—That's not the point right now. Can you focus? —he called her out.
Her lower back rested against the white counter, and her arms were crossed over her chest as her gaze got lost somewhere in the kitchen, losing herself deep in thought.
—Why don't I tell them we broke up after tonight? Things didn't work —he shrugged.
—I thought your friends would give you a hard time.
Which, after knowing them for a bit, Y/n understood it would be nothing more than just some innocent teasing.
—I can take it —he nodded—. I dragged you here, it's also unfair to give you a hard time by putting on a show. You seemed like you were having fun.
He could feel the vibrations of her laugh on his leg whenever she rested her cheek on his knee, and she also managed to join the conversations quite easily -to the point of joining on the teasing and jokes his friends did to one another.
He wasn't wrong.
Y/n felt comfortable around those seven guys in less than half an hour, and even she found some fun in pretending to date San whenever her arm wrapped around his leg or her cheek squeezed against him to rub on him like a cat.
After that conversation, they just focused on having a good time.
She managed to snuggle next to him as Mingi changed his place to the spot on the floor next to Seonghwa. Her heart skipped a bit when his knee rubbed against hers accidentally. Although every bit of excitement disappeared when he apologized in a whisper, closing his legs a bit more.
—Here —she whispered, offering him a red packet after she saw him looking for something—. I saw you didn't ask for it on your order, so I included it on mine —she continued after his confused look.
San remembered the long rant she wrote down in their chat about spicy food, and how she was never able to handle it. She didn't ask for the wasabi because she wanted it, but because he wanted it and she knew. The same way she threw that rent, his response right after was about how much he enjoyed spicy food.
—Thanks.
Her lips were pressed together as she dedicated him a squared smile, nodding while her fingers gently caressed his biceps.
—Let's make the teams —Wooyoung called everyone out, gulping the piece of food he was chewing—. Actually, I'll make them since I'm not playing.
—What does that have to do with anything? —Yeosang muttered.
—Y/n, Mingi, Hongjoong and Yeosang together —he continued, ignoring the comment—. San, Yunho, Hwa and Jongho.
—Ah, we are damned —Mingi threw his head back.
—It's not fair. Why does that team have two good players? —Hongjoong quickly opposed.
—Because I say so.
Her body squirmed, tilting her head to the side when she felt a warm breath on the curve of her neck.
—If you want to change teams, tell him. I bet he'll make an exception if it's for you —his voice sounded heavier and raspier with that whisper.
—Don't convince your girlfriend to change teams —Wooyoung called him out—. Respect my decision.
—It's alright —she dedicated to San a reassuring smile.
A game that started as something equalized, almost tied with the numbers of deaths, quickly changed to benefit one of the teams. Jongho kept calling his team out with every shot aimed whenever either of the four were, while Yunho and Seonghwa kept concentrating on looking for each one of the people of the other team on the map.
—It's almost over —Hongjoong celebrated.
—Let's go, let's go, let's go —Yeosang cheered.
As San moved to get out of his hideaway, his elbow rubbed against her, getting her to freeze completely after such a simple and stupid touch. That strong electricity ran through her arm, disabling her senses. At least until San's team cheered with growls and shouts their victory, suddenly getting up from their places.
One battle came after another one, until Y/n was finally aware of the time. The next day she promised she'd go with her father to a business brunch with one of their biggest suppliers, and she doubted she'd be able to if she stayed there for a little longer.
—You sure you can't stay? —Seonghwa asked, looking up to her with big eyes.
—I don't want you to leave so early —Wooyoung pouted.
Early... It was already two in the morning.
—I have something to do tomorrow, but I promise next time I'll stay longer.
That answer seemed to work on Wooyoung, who threw a victorious smile at her before turning back to the TV. It worked for him and the rest of the boys, who were giving her sad looks as they tried to convince her to stay for thirty minutes more, but a sudden sadness took over most part of her chest when she was aware there would be no next time. That was the first and the last time she'd meet with them, and San.
That was for sure.
—I'll walk you to your car —San walked with her.
—I parked it right at the entrance, don't worry —she assured him, stopping by the door.
As she opened the door, San got ready to hug her, wrapping his arms carefully around her and hiding his face on the curve of her neck, taking advantage of the position he was in and how his friends weren't able to see his lips moving.
—Thank you so much for today —it was a barely audible phrase, just enough for her to hear it.
With just a smile, and a soft caress on his cheek that had his insides jumping in excitement, Y/n moved closer to him.
All of his friends turned to each other, smiling as they were witnesses of the cute scene their best friend was pulling. While, back on their perspective, Y/n stepped back after kissing San's chin, just to make it seem like she was giving him a peck on the lips from the place where his friends were.
—Send me a text when you get home.
If he had said it a little louder, she'd have believed it was part of the act. But San whispered it to her, with blushed cheeks, as he nervously smiled.
He indeed wanted to make sure she was okay.
She waved to his friends one last time, before she finally stepped outside and started walking down the stairs.
On her way back home, she kept rethinking everything that had happened ever since she met San earlier that day, comparing her expectations to their first meeting when they were just texting to actually meeting him after so long.
It kind of scared her thinking there would be no chemistry when they met each other, or that she'd just feel so out of place as she had done with other previous dates. But even as annoyed as she was with him, she enjoyed every fake touch and caress. She even regretted not actually kissing him on the lips when she had the chance. The disappointing feeling didn't take long to appear as she was reminded that it was her last opportunity to do it. She was indeed trying to convince herself of not seeing San again.
She dropped her bag over the couch, falling next to it right after, taking her phone out of the pocket of her pants to tell San she was already home.
"Thank you so much for today. I know you shouldn't have done it, but it meant a lot to me that you helped me. I promise I'll give you back your subscription as we agreed this afternoon. I wish I hadn't been such a dumbass, so this wasn't the last text I'm going to send to you. Sorry again for ghosting you. It was never my intention to hurt you or upset you".
She typed several times, saying in different ways how that didn't have to be a goodbye, but she always ended up deleting everything she wrote.
It would never work anyway.
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New kitten Nicatine (always cat pun names) has been given a scrunchy for a collar. We thought he'd hate it but he actually seems to be attached and cried when we took it off 🥺
Nik was found injured with two siblings at about 3 weeks old by a friend of my neighbor's. My neighbor took them in despite a severe cat phobia, because she has a big heart (and isn't scared of kittens so much as grown cats). After running into me outside one day and finding out we are registered kitten fosterers for the county, my neighbor came to me for advice and I helped her out with the kittens. Sadly, by that point the three of them had come down with a mysterious illness, suspected to be parasite-related. Despite our best efforts, by 7 weeks of age, he was the only survivor of his litter.
She became deeply attached to little Nik, even more so because she couldn't save his sister and brother, but knew she couldn't take care of him. He'd grow up, and she would struggle with her phobia despite her love for him. And besides, she struggles with mental and physical health issues as is, and is going through some challenging life stuff right now on top of it all.
She's been having a difficult time finding an adopter for him - and is very worried about ensuring whoever adopts him will take proper care of him and shower him in love and spoil him. At the same time, our roommate has moved our since we got married, and took his two cats with him, leaving us with "only" three cats and two dogs. So we had been discussing possibly adopting another cat. And it would be so great for her to have this bundle of joy she loves so much be directly across the street where she can visit or even borrow him any time she likes....
So we did! And he's adjusted so incredibly well. Everybody loves Nik and Nik loves everybody (though I'm missing a pic of him and Cleo, our calico). He is super sweet and snuggly, and loves to play-fight with both the dogs and the cats. He did have scabies when we got him, but we fortunately already had medication for it (one of the upsides of having so many animals - we have a home vet pharmacy at this point). So we treated it immediately and it hasn't spread despite our being far too soft to keep him quarantined (well, it wasn't just our softness - we also didn't want him to miss out on crucial weeks of learning, development, and socialization).
He's just the best. I have to admit, while we have a male dog we adopted in early 2018, I always said I'd only adopt female cats. I've just always had the sweetest, best female cats, and the male cats I've known have generally been unfriendly, if not outright aggressive. But the circumstances were just too perfect. The only complaints I have so far are that, 1, despite being litter box trained, he's been shitting under our bed because he's so attached he doesn't want to leave our room. So of course I did what anyone would do and bought a litter box for the bedroom. And 2, he's definitely got some attachment issues and screams endlessly if I kick him out of the bedroom so we can sleep. Fortunately, this is easily solved by making sure I don't just kick him out, but take him all the way out to the rec room where the other cats are so he's not lonely.
Also... he's definitely an ass man 🤣
And my last little gem for you all is this: I have turned my poor Nik into yet another iPad baby. If you have cats, especially young kittens, and haven't heard of the app Cat Alone... girl have I got a TREAT for you! Just look at him. This is a tame video, but he usually goes nuts hopping all over my phone chasing the beetles. They make fun noises when he gets 'em.
And it's not just beetles - you can pick from other bugs, a finger, or a green laser pointer-style dot of light. I usually let him pick now, and he actually knows which ones he likes and clicks them! And to top it off, he's started asking for my phone when he wants to play by jumping on it and biting at it, then sitting up and staring at me until I get the message.
I'm sure I'll be reblogging this and posting a ton more Nik content (tagged Nik & in my catposting, petposting, and mine tags). Let me know if you have any specific requests for content of him or any of our other 3 cats and 2 dogs! I love sharing the immense love and comfort we get from our zoo with the rest of the world.
And lastly, since he knows how to use the phone, if you comment or reblog and say hi or welcome home to Nik, I'll let him type out a personalized reply for you 😋
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The Letter–Steve Harrington
Steve's POV
I kept looking at her, not able to stop worrying about her. Y/N and I have been friends since elementary school. Our dads have worked together since Y/N and her family moved here. I've known Y/N most of my life, which is kind of the problem.
Y/N is the kind of person who keeps her pain to herself. Truth is, her family isn't as happy as they pretend to be. Her mother has a shopping addiction and her father has an alcohol addiction. Her mother verbally abuses her and her father. . .
I looked up and saw her writing something as if her life depended on it. I glanced at the other kids playing some card game before standing up and walking over to Y/N bent over the desk.
"Hey," I said, trying to sound nonchalant. "Whatcha working on?"
"Just some letters," she mumbled.
"Letters?" I asked. "Y/N, why would you be writing. . ."
I didn't need to finish my question. I sighed as I knelt next to her. I reached up and moved a piece of hair that had fallen out of her ponytail.
"Y/N, look at me," I whispered. I heard her take a shaky breath before slowly looking up at me.
"I'm not going to let anything happen to you," I said as seriously as I could. "If Venca wants to get to you, he's going to have to go through me."
"You shouldn't make promises you can't be sure you can keep, Steve," she said, her voice breaking. "We have no idea how to stop him or how to stop what he does to people. We just barely found the connection between his victims. And I started seeing that damn clock. Face it. We aren't going to be able to stop what he's going to do to me."
My heart sank when Y/N stood up and went upstairs. I sighed as I sat in the chair Y/N just vacated.
"You should tell her."
I looked over to see Dustin staring at me. "What are you talking about?" I asked.
He smirked and let out a chuckle. "Dude, everyone except Y/N knows you're crazy about her."
"Whatever," I scoffed. I stood up and was about to go upstairs but Dustin stopped me.
"We don't know what Vecna's going to do to her," he spoke up. "And what's worse is we don't know if we can save her from whatever he has planned. We're all scared, Steve. But Y/N? She's terrified."
"Why are you telling me this?"
"So you have a chance to tell her," Dustin sighed. "Before it's too late."
* * * * *
I got back from checking on Eddie with Dustin and Robin to see Y/N still writing letters. I thought about my and Dustin's conversation from this morning.
"How's Eddie?" Y/N asked as she folded her letter and put it in the envelope.
"He's okay," I shrugged. "As okay a murder suspect in hiding can be."
Y/N just hummed as she wrote a name on the envelope. She stood up with a shaky breath. When she turned toward me, she couldn't meet my eyes.
"This is the last one I have to deliver," she said, staring at whoever's name she had just written down.
"Y/N, I've been telling you over and over again. . ."
I stopped talking when I looked down at the letter she was holding out for me. My breath got caught in my throat when I saw the name written in Y/N's perfect cursive.
Steve
"Y/N," I stuttered. I started to open it but she gasped.
"Please don't read it in front of me," she said quickly. "It's too. . . It's too embarrassing."
"Y/N, I'm not going to let him hurt you."
"You don't know. . ."
"I'm not going to let him take you from me, Y/N." I cut her off a little too harshly. I lowered my voice as I added, "I'm not going to let anyone take you from me."
* * * * *
I left the Wheeler's house and got in my car. Before putting the key into the ignition, I looked at Y/N's letter. I know I promised her I would wait until I got home to read it, but I couldn't wait.
Dear Steve,
I don't even know where to start with this letter. Everyone else, I knew what I wanted my last words to be to them, but you? I can't find my words. Maybe it's because there's so much I need to say to you.
Did you know that you were the first person to be nice to me when I moved here? At first, I thought it was because our dads worked together. But it didn't take long for me to realize that it was because you are an amazingly sweet person. I know how the people at school used to see you, but I never saw you that way. I saw the real you. You were always real around me. And I tried to be real around you. . .
I've been keeping a secret from you, Steve. Now, before you panic, it's not a big secret. And the only person it really hurts is me. It does involve you though.
Before I tell you this secret, you have to know that the only reason I finally have the courage to tell you this secret is because I might be dead tomorrow. Here it goes. . .
I'm in love with you, Steve.
Do you remember that day in eighth grade when you noticed a bruise on my wrist? Well, I do. You got super protective when you found out how I got that bruise. After that, you started hanging out with me as much as you could. You got a lot more protective and that. . . That meant the world to me, Steve.
I don't know if you remember what you told me that night but I'll never forget it. You told me that if my father ever hurt me again or scared me, I could run to you. Those were your exact words. You wanted me to run to you. And I did.
I probably ran to you too much. I ran to you for every little thing that year. On the last day of school, we stayed up late and watched a movie. As I fell asleep in your arms, the last thought I had was that I was in love with you.
I'm sorry if this makes things awkward, but I really hope it doesn't ruin our friendship. I don't know how you feel about me. And maybe it's best that I don't?
I just had to tell you how much you mean to me, Steve. I can't die with you not knowing how much I love you.
Forever Yours,
Y/N
I slowly lowered the letter, finally noticing the tears streaming down my face. I didn't care that I was crying in my car outside my ex-girlfriend's house.
Y/N was in love with me.
I read that line over and over again. I knew exactly what day she was talking about when I saw that bruise. That bruise changed our friendship. I was tempted to tell my mom and insist that we take Y/N in when I realized her father was the reason behind her bruise.
I also remembered that last day of eighth grade when she fell asleep in my arms. Truth was, I realized I was in love with her long before that night.
My heart almost stopped when I reread Y/N's last few sentences: "I just had to tell you how much you mean to me, Steve. I can't die with you not knowing how much I love you."
There was no way I was going to let Vecna take Y/N away from me. And there was definitely no way I was going to let another minute go by without Y/N knowing how madly in love with her I was.
Part 2
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