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savannahsdeath · 8 months

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SOCCER!ELLIE WILLIAMS X CHEERLEADER!READER

PART 3THREE

part 4four

part 2two

mdni please<3

summary: ellie hoped to get her reward even though she didn't win the match, but someone really looked forward to ruin her plans, and potentially, change your whole life

warnings: i think its minors safe?? mentions of cheating tho !!

writers note: meow meow its a short chapter again plus everything happens pretty fast cuz im impatient🩷

you watched as the both teams shook hands, acknowledging the game's conclusion and the tie.

ellie ran over to you and the other cheerleaders, smiling. she looked exhausted, but she was still happy to see you.

"you know, i could still use that kiss." she joked.

"but you didn't win." you smirked, handing her your water.

you remembered how just yesterday you hated her for taking the bottle, and the fact you're the one offering it now was hilarious.

she also seemed to think about that, as she hestitated before drinking it.

"yeah, but..." she stopped to completely down the liquid in just a few sips. she must be really thirsty. "but i didn't lose, either."

ellie looked around. "she's somewhere around here, isn't she?" she asked with a smirk, and you instantly knew who is she talking about. "i need to shove these results in her face."

you shrugged and tried to change the topic. "anyway, back to what i..."

ellie looked you up and down before cutting you off. "one kiss. it's all i want."

she raised an eyebrow at you, clearly expecting a response.

"so is that it?" you chuckled. "you just wanted to make vi mad?"

ellie defensively raised her hands. "no, no. that's just a great bonus."

you laughed at ellie's response, but you knew that there was more to it than that.

ellie had spent the entire match trying to win your recognition. she didn't just want to make vi mad. she wanted to win you - your attention.

"fine." you agreed with a smirk. "i shouldn't, but i'll give you your hard-earned kiss."

you reached out towards ellie, bringing her slowly closer and closer.

you could both feel the anticipation in the air. ellie's breath hitched, and she held her breath as you both moved in for the kiss. your mouths met softly yet passionately, as your lips pressed together and ellie's tongue explored your mouth. you could feel her excitement and her desire for you, and you began to feel the same for her.

the cheering from the crowd faded away as the two of you were caught up in the moment.

a sound of someone clearing their throat interrupted you. you pulled away, heavily breathing, to see vi.

"i just wanted to congratulate you, ellie." she clicked her tongue and crossed her arms.

vi was clearly annoyed by the situation, as she looked at her rival with disdain.

"why do you always take things too far?" she asked ellie. "this match was supposed to be about scoring goals, not about scoring dates."

you both stayed silent, not wanting to start an argument. but maybe it'd be necessary.

"i'm glad to see you two having such a great time together." she said dryly, giving ellie a hard stare.

it was clear that vi was still trying to win you back, and it was also clear that she was bitter about the situation.

ellie looked annoyed by your ex's comment, as she knew exactly where vi's anger was coming from. ellie's face was still flushed from the kiss, but she didn't let it bother her.

you didn't even notice when other students and players left the field, leaving you almost alone.

"thanks for your concern, but we don't need it, alright?" ellie replied, rolling her eyes.

"you should be careful with her." vi warned ellie, sternly looking at her. "or you'll end up like me, being known as a cheater."

her rival laughed, shrugging it off. "not going to happen."

she pulled you closer, almost as if she wanted to keep you away from this.

"why so sure?" your ex put on a mockingly curious expression. "maybe you're feeling safe because you're the one who made up this little gossip?"

your eyes widened at vi's accusation.

"you did cheat on me, don't deny it." you shook your head.

"oh, of course i did!" vi sarcastically smiled. "did you never wonder why the first ones to call me a cheater were people from ellie's team?"

as soon as vi saw she got to you, she simply walked away, mumbling a proud; "i see you two have some explaining to do."

"ellie..." you started softly. "just tell me- is it true?"

she looked down, and for a moment, she seemed like she was about to lie. but then she took a deep breath and sighed.

"yes, i did." she looked at you and shrugged. "i was jealous, okay? the only thing i could think of was to sabotage her, so i made up that whole story about her cheating to get you to spend less time with her." she frowned, looking away.

"i'm sorry."

not only you just found out you broke up with someone you loved because of a false rumour, but it was ellie who spread it too. the same ellie you cheered on for the past months. the same ellie who, you thought, hated you the whole time. and here you are, finding out she's the one who ruined your relationship, because she liked you.

you were in disbelief. you felt stupid, and hurt. but more than anything, you felt betrayed by someone you, well, didn't really care about, but trusted. because you met up everyday after classes and no matter how much you pretended to hate her, you knew a lot about her.

ellie saw the look on your face, and the weight of her antics got to her. you never saw her so... vulnerable before.

"i'm so sorry." ellie repeated, her voice awkwardly quiet. "you have a right to be mad at me, but, please, keep in your mind that i didn't do this to hurt you." she took a step towards you. "i just...i liked you, and i didn't know what do you see in her."

"i need to-" you hestitated for a moment, taking a step back to make up the distance between you both. "i need to think about- everything. alone."

she opened her mouth as if to speak, but you cut her off by raising your hand.

"i know." you nodded.

you didn't know what was she thinking - that no one will find out eventually? you didn't know how is it possible her team just played along, making everyone in school believe it too. you didn't know how did she even come up with this idea. but you knew what she was going to say, you knew she's sorry. she already told you two times. enough.

it's good to know you're not the only hurt one, though.

"i know." you repeated, quieter this time, and it seemed like you were whispering it more to yourself than to her. because that's how it was. you were trying to convince yourself you do know and you understand.

she fucked up, really, but at least she knew that.

you could hear a quiet "m'kay." and the sound of a disappointed sigh.

so guys what do we think?? are we being in a generous mood and forgiving ellie?? are we trying to give her a little lesson?? <3<3

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ohbo-ohno · 7 months

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congratuwelldone on 1k! well deserved!! how about 'being followed' for the prompt game?

-391780

1k game here - no more please!

i know it's been DAYS lmao im so sorry for dropping off on these. i actually forgot how to speak english for like 4 days there. anyways!!! @391780 tysm for the prompt! i went with price since i know he's your guy :) hope i did him justice!

1.2k of walking home from the bar and running into price. no smut! very sweet actually, i think (cw for implied past bullying in like 3 lines)

Your hands are buried deep in your pockets, one hand wrapped around a can of pepper spray and the other trying not to shake.

God, it's cold. Your nose has gone completely numb, and every puff of breath nearly blinds you until the air clears again.

You curse your past-self for ever being stupid enough to go out with an old group of high school friends. You should've known they'd leave you stranded, and you certainly should've known better than to not take your own car to the pub.

Now here you are, a couple glasses of wine in, taking the miserably long walk home.

It's shameful. You're shamed.

You're so caught up in your own self-pity, you don't even notice that there's someone following you, the crunch of ice and sleet beneath their boots loud. You don't notice until there's a hand wrapping around your elbow, and a low voice saying, "Excuse me, miss-"

You don't think, just react. You're already screaming as you whirl around with your pepper spray held high, spraying it into the night air.

To line up with the rest of your horrible night, it doesn't work. You push down the button at the top over and over again, and yet nothing comes out.

You and the stranger stare at each other, both with wide-eyed shocked expressions.

He's far more properly bundled up than you, with a matching knit hat, scarf, and gloves, and a thick green jacket that looks impossibly warm. You can still see that the tip of his nose is red, even surrounded by all of the bushy facial hair he's got.

You both stand silent for a few moments, your aggressive taps to the top of your pepper spray slowly petering off. Then it just gets... awkward. Just you and the stranger you'd try to pepper spray.

"Uh," you finally say, taking a few steps back from him. His hand falls away easily, but he's quick to reach out and try to steady you again when your heel slips against the sidewalk. "Can I help you?"

He makes a low sound, somewhere between a noise of disbelief and a laugh, and his whiskers twitch around his face. "I was trying to help you, love." He holds a small black square out to you. "You dropped your wallet."

It's hard not to let your mouth hang open, but you manage to keep some of your dignity. Instead of gaping, you snatch the little square of leather with fingers that are just barely shaking, stuffing it and the pepper spray back into your pockets.

"And you thought it would be a good idea to follow me - for multiple blocks - and grab me?"

He rubs his chin with a gloved hand, and you're quite sure that if it were any brighter out you'd see a blush coloring his cheeks. "Well," he gruffs, voice deepening slightly before he clears his throat and starts again. "I suppose I hadn't thought of how it might seem to you."

"A stranger grabbing my arm in the middle of the night? You hadn't thought of how that might look?"

Now you can see his blush. "I'm sorry for the scare, love, truly. Better off scared than without a wallet though, yeah?"

You're still a little shaken up, so you cross your arms tight over your chest and turn up your nose as much as you can. It doesn't work too well, considering no matter how much you try to look down at him he still towers over you.

"I guess," you concede. "Still. It's bad manners to scare a woman like that."

Now he smiles, his eyes crinkling. "Well, I wouldn't want you to think I don't know my manners. How about I take you to dinner, to make up for it?"

Your first instinct is to say no, to continue on your way home and keep an eye out for any shadows following you. And maybe it's the few glasses of wine, the rejection you're still nursing, but it occurs to you that it has been quite some time since you went on a date.

You give the stranger another long look. He's tall and broad, big in a way that sparks interest low in your belly. He's also blocking the wind from chilling you further, and you're not in any rush to lose that.

You sniff, shift a little and roll back your shoulders. "Why?"

He cocks an eyebrow. "Why?"

You make a hurried little gesture with your hand, like yes, obviously.

"Does a man need a reason to ask a pretty woman on a date?"

"He does when he's just followed her several blocks from a bar."

He laughs again, a harsh, booming sound in the nearly empty street. "You're not going to let that go anytime soon, are you?"

You try to bite back the small smile you can feel growing, know you fail when his own grin grows. "No, I don't think I will."

He steps a little closer, offering an arm. "Good. I like a woman with a spine."

You laugh as you take his arm, leaning probably a little too close considering this man is still a stranger. "You'll get all that and a little more with me. Now, if you expect a date, we're going to have to find the closest breakfast place."

He hums, tugging you a little closer and beginning to walk a different direction that your house. "Breakfast?"

"Yep," you pop the 'p', just barely resisting the urge to burrow further into him. He's warm. "I've had wine, which means I need pancakes. No pancakes, no date."

He laughs again, and you feel the vibrations through his side. You can't help but giggle yourself, feeling unexpectedly comfortable.

"Pancakes it is, then. By the way, what's your name, love?"

You tell him, then he repeats it back to you.

"I'm John. John Price."

"Do you carry an ID? I should send someone a picture if we head off together. Make sure they can find my body and all that."

He shoots you a bemused glance, eyebrow raised. "If you're worried I might hurt you, shouldn't you be running the other direction?"

You roll your eyes. "If I ran away from every person I thought might hurt me, I'd never go on a single date again. Is that a no to the ID question, then? Because I'm afraid we'll be cutting our date early if that's the case."

"No, no," he assures, digging his own wallet out of his pants. He holds out his ID a moment later, and you pluck it easily from his fingers with your phone camera already pulled out. "It's good you're so vigilant, love. Feel free to send that to whoever you'd like."

You hum, snapping a picture and quickly making sure it's come out clearly before texting it to your best friend with a quick recap of your little meet-cute. "Military?"

"Yes, ma'am. Captain."

You nod like you know what that means, tucking your phone away again and nudging him forward. "Are you important, then?"

He laughs, this time wrapping an arm around your shoulder and tucking you into his side. "Something like that. Now, I believe you demanded pancakes?"

You can't help but giggle at the word demanded, doing your best to nod seriously. "Of course. Lead the way, Captain."

He hums, rubbing your shoulder, and you can't help but feel hopeful for where the night will go.

#this one kinda got away from me im sorry 🫠#1k celebration #john price x reader #price x reader #cod fanfic #call of duty fanfic #bo writes #391780

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gh0stsp1d3r · 11 months

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Request: So, I was thinking about Elle Woods (random, I know lol), BUT what if Y/n was similar to Elle Woods (also BUBBLES FROM POWERPUFF GIRLS) in that she’s REALLY girly, like pink/glitter ALL OVER, very bubbly, but instead of her being a lawyer with pink all over, she’s an assassin with pink all over?? And I’m talking EVERY PINK lol- Clothes, accessories, weapons, etc…. Similarly to how Elle isn’t taken seriously as a lawyer (at first) because of her demeanor and how she dresses, Y/n isn’t taken seriously (at first) as an assassin because of how she acts and dresses? BUT like Elle, Y/n is REALLY good at her job… Anyways, somehow meeting Tan and they fall in love??? Lemon being (slightly) amused at Y/n and Tan’s banter? But also Tan being really soft for her?? By @kpopgirlbtssvt

SORRY I TRIED TO COMMENT ANS SAY I WOILD DO IT BUT IM SHADOWBANNED SO I CANT ): I MISSED YOU THO AND I MISS WRITING FOR TAN SO… :3 hope it’s good love!

Lipstick

“You sure you’re an assassin?” A man said, you huffed and crossed your arms, you were currently sitting on top of the man, knife in hand.

“Look, sir, I’m trying to kill you right now and if you keep questioning me I can’t really do my job.” You said, then stabbed him in the neck before he could say anything else.

“Fucking prick.” You mumbled, putting the pink knife in the sink not too far away. You wiped your bloody hands, and then you looked down at your clothes.

“Aww man! That was my favorite shirt.” You pouted, and tried to swipe as much blood as you could off of it.

You sighed and took a picture of the body, sending it to your boss who would then send it over to the person who hired you.

You cleaned up the knife, and quickly went on your way as if nothing had happened.

You texted your boss “Is that the only mission you got for me today? (:”

“I mean, I have another one if you want to..”

“How much is it?”

“A lot. This guys offering 500k, but you’d have to be partnered up.”

“… with who?”

“The twins.”

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That’s how you were now with the twins, standing outside the building full of people.

“Why can’t we jus.. I dunno, go in?” You turned to them both, you all currently on the roof.

“What the fuck do you mean?” Tangerine asked.

“Watch.” You said, dropping down from the roof and going up to some guards. Tangerine and lemon mentally groaned in annoyance.

“Heyyy..”

“Who are you?” One asked.

“I think she’s the bosses sons girlfriend.” Another one said, you nodded.

“Yeah. Peter!” You made up a random name. You said it cheery and with a smile.

“Yeah, alright.” The one at the door mumbled, opening it up. You looked back at the twins and winked.

“They’re fucking daft.” Lemon said.

“Right? There’s no way-“

You opened the door in the back, and motioned for them to come.

They both furrowed their eyebrows and came in anyways.

Sneakily crouching around, you all found the room that the man was in.

But there was a guard outside, so you grabbed the knife on your hip and came up behind the man. You jumped on him and covered his mouth and nose, then repeatedly stabbing him in the neck while doing so.

The man fell, and you yelped when you almost fell too, but they had both caught the body before it hit the ground. You slowly and carefully dropped down, tangerine helping you while doing so.

“Aww, that’s so sweet.” You whispered to him, kissing his hand. “What a gentleman.”

“Shut it.” He whispered back.

You smirked and opened the door slowly, the man was sleeping on his desk.

“So we jus’ gotta bring him in?” You whispered.

Tangerine and Lemon knew the drill, and Lemon handed him the body bag.

“I’m not used to this at all.” You shook your head. You were more used to actual jobs were you killed, not kidnapping ones.

The man started to scream when you punched him in the face, knocking him out quickly. The both of them quickly put him in the bag, and dragged him into the back again.

“Why the fuck do you have a pink car again?” Tangerine asked, quickly throwing the car door open as some guards came your way.

“Cause it’s pretty.” You shrugged, and you went into the back, grabbing a gun, and shooting the guards on by one, hiding behind your door when they shot at you.

“Drive, drive drive!” You shouted, quickly getting into the car, and ducking down, tangerine sped off and Lemon had thrown the body in the back with you.

You laughed and then you realized something.

“Damnit, now my cars all ruined.” You pouted, and shook your head to yourself.

“What the fuck was that? You coulda’ gotten all of us killed!” Tangerine shouted angrily, knuckles white as he gripped the steering wheel tightly.

“Oh relax, I know what I’m doing.” You said, putting your feet onto the other seats, tangerine tan a hand through his hair and Lemon just staring ahead in disbelief.

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That’s how it all started. It’s now been two years of you, Lemon and Tangerine working together now, you all simply fit, and had the best performance.

“Get your dirty hands off her.” Tangerine had practically growled, the person you guys were fighting currently on top of you, pretty much wrestling you.

He ran straight into him, knocking him onto the ground and some glass. You furrowed your eyebrows and held your hand to your cheek, which the man had punched hardly.

You sat up and watched them fight now, holding your elbow that had glass in it. You looked up at Lemon and scooted over to him. He just looked down at you and then back to tangerine. He punched the man in the face repeatedly, then pulled out his gun and shot him, his brains going splattering all on the cold tile floor.

“Oh. That’s.. lovely…?” You mumbled, and looked at Tangerine.

He looked at you and then Lemon, you both stared at him in shock slightly. He stood up, and buttoned his shirt back up, fixing his hair and looking at you both.

“What?”

“Nothing, mate, nothing.” Lemon shook his head.

“That was hot.” You blurted out, both of them looked at you now.

Tangerine rolled his eyes as he dragged the body, hiding it behind the counter and taking a picture of it. He came up to you.

“You alright?” He asked.

“Just some glass in my elbow.. and pretty sure I got a bruise on my cheek but.. I’m fine.”

He nodded and went past you, You stared at him, admiring his face.

“Quit staring.” He said when he passed you. He would be lying if he said he didn’t secretly like it.

“Can’t help myself.” You shrugged, and walked next to him. Lemon snickered at you both.

“What?” He looked to lemon.

“You two are adorable, honestly.” Lemon said, putting his hands up in defense when tangerine gave him a look.

That made his ego bigger than it needed to be, he looked at you when you weren’t paying attention again and Lemon hit his shoulder and nodded to you as if saying “go for it, man.”

Lemon walked away from you both, and entered the drivers seat.

He looked at you and you looked back, smiling at him.

“Staring problem, Tan?” You teased.

“Was jus’ wondering if you wanted to go out on Saturday.” He said, messing with one of the rings on his fingers.

“Is Tangerine asking me out on a date?” You gasped and smiled.

“No one said it was a-“

“So it’s not a date?”

“I mean… yeah it is actually.” He said.

You smiled at him again, kissing his cheek. The pink lipstick staining his cheek, but he didn’t seem to notice.

“I’d love to.”

He looked at you again, his usually cold and hard glare turned into a soft and loving one every time he looked at you. You just didn’t notice it until now.

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He took you inside, Lemon waiting in your living room for him.

He sat you down on the closed toilet seat, and he reached for your arm, which you let him grab. He was on his knees as he examined it, noticing small pieces of glass scattered in your arm and elbow.

He grabbed tweezers, cleaning them with rubbing alcohol first, and then he slowly started to removed the pieces.

You winced in pain. He held your arm with his other hand, trying to get you to stay still.

“Jus’ a few more, yeah?” He said, you nodded with your eyes screwed shut.

After a while, he finally got all the pieces out. The pain was horrible, but felt somewhat better now.

He looked up at you, still on his knees.

“You alright?”

“I’m fine, shit, just hurts.” You mumbled.

“Sorry, I shoulda been there earlier.”

“It’s not your fault, tan.” You said, and he was now standing in front of you, he helped you stand up.

“Thank you.” You said.

“Of course.” He looked at you, glancing at your soft lips for a moment.

You noticed, and decided to take action. You leaned to him, and kissed him. He grabbed your hips, pulling you closer, your chests touching now.

Your hands were in his hair, and he shut the bathroom door quickly with his foot, he went to the floor, and you straddled him now, giggling quietly when you looked at his now pink face.

“What?” He asked.

“My lipsticks all on you.”

He blushed at the realization, he hadn’t even realized until now.

He shrugged. “Whatever.” He kissed you again, feverishly, cupping your cheeks.

This man would be the death of you.

#tangerine bullet train #bullet train #tangerine x reader #bullet train x reader #aaron taylor johnson #aaron taylor johnson x reader

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bluiex · 7 months

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Screw it my brain rot is so real and SO INTENSE right now Im sharing my thoughts on a Cyberpunk AU for Settphel

Definitely not taking inspo for Setts background from Cyberpunk ER hehe Sett being a street kid (because im in love with league species- there will be vastayans and things in this universe. so Sett is half vas, and his mom full) Whos mom works as a EMT, long hours just to pay the bills and for Sett to go to a corpo school Sett definitely fought a lot because he is street scum going to a corpo school, and half-Vastayan- bros got it rough out here Age 16 is when he gets his first chrome, fist enhancing chrome that make him as strong as like ykno, in league lmao so then theres The Pit, he frequents this after getting the chrome (illegally may I add) and starts bringing home money ofc he tells his Ma its from work, hes found jobs no need to worry Ma, you can start taking less shifts. now this is how it deviates from CPER, Sett actually stays in corpo school (doesnt lose his mom) he climbs that Corpo ladder. But on the side, he manages to take over The Pit and many other underground gangs while doing so. He ends up getting all the way to the top of the Corpo Ladder and becoming the CEO of one of the companies Gets his Ma a lovely cottage outside of the city, away from the struggles and dangers of living there. Esp now that hes got many people out for his head- needs his Ma away and blissfully unaware of his underground shit and safe

For Aphelios..

Nomad makes more sense for Aphelios the more i think about it Growing up way outside of the city, in the "desert" area, but it wont be a desert here, itll be the mountains in this universe lol anyways yeah the religion being very stigmatized. The Solari of the city, hate Lunari. So far the hate leaks into the common people cuz the Solari is in the city and everywhere So they stay in the mountains. Though growing up Alune and Phel are faced with the Corpos wanting to encroach on their land, keep trying to buy it and stuff like that. as they get older, the elders of the clan raising Aphelios to become their assassin, to slowly start killing off Corpos, the important ones, or as important as they can get to. While Alune stays back at the clan, learning everything she can to take over as the leader once the Elders are gone in this, Aphelios just chooses not to speak most of the time, only when he has to he will. Preferring to sign with his sister and anyone who knows it

This is where Sett comes into the picture, now being the main dog of Corpos now, his company wants to forcefully take the Lunari land (under Setts nose too, because Sett isnt the kind of man to take away someones home like that. and people still hold prejudices against Sett being half-vastayan and a former streetkid, so theyd definitely not tell the big man what theyre doing and just push all backlash and blame onto him) Aphelios is tasked to assassinate Sett at a some corpo "ball" (not really a ball its a formal party or something)

At this party, of course Sett is on high alert. He always is really, a lot of people want him dead. So when a strange man comes into the party, dressed to the nines- unfamiliar face- Sett is wary, keeps a keen eye on him all night. Whenever Sett isn't looking though, caught up in conversations, he feels eyes burning into him, but when he looks in the direction its gone. What a good assassin, being able to hide from Sett like that Peaks his interest greatly After awhile, skillfully playing a game of cat and mouse with this stranger, Sett is finally able to get to one of his private rooms and simply waits, his poisoned drink in hand on a plush armchair for the assassin to walk in and make sure the job was done

Much to Phel's surprise, when he sneaks into the room, Sett is waiting for him, the smuggest grin on his face he's ever seen.

#settphel #settphel cyberpunk au #bluie rambles #settphelios #sett #aphelios #sorry this is a mess but it is my mess #my brain is playing this whole thing out liek a movie rn

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noskipnotability · 26 days

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GRAHAM COXON IS GOD

ive recently been obsessed w him so who else would i ask for fics if not you??

I was thinking like he works at a record store and ur a regular and u always chat and hes got a bit of a thing for u so he invites u to one of his gigs as he recently started to play some stuff and u have a great time and yeah !! Idfk dont put me in charge of thinking of the concept im out of inspiration

TOOTH ROTTING. TEETH FALLING OUT.

Anyway i loved ur liam fic ur amaze i hope all ur exams go alright!!

-⛄️

first, I’m sorry for being gone for a while, I got into a bit of a writing slump, but I’m back!! second, thank you and they went great!! lastly, this is a great rec don’t underestimate yourself I hope you like it. I’m happy to see you again ⛄️ much love, jay xx

It started one summer afternoon. You were out with your friends, taking in the rare sun with the brightest of smiles on your faces. While walking down the boardwalk, you had spotted this small record shop. It took a bit of persistence, but they had agreed to look around to escape the heat.

Behind you, they laughed and kept telling the story from the other night after you'd left. Though, you weren't really listening; your eyes scoured the rows and rows of records, pulling some out to inspect and the occasional one to take home.

The fan beats down on your group, cooling your skin revealed by your tank top and shorts. You had a flannel wrapped around your waist from early that morning when it was far windier and the breeze chilled you a bit too much.

From the moment you stepped in, you could feel his eyes on you. It burned your skin despite the air pushed out to you, traveled down wherever he could get his eyes on, not hidden by your clothes. But, it mostly kept on your face.

You'd only caught a glimpse of his black frames and old band shirt. You were scared to look over, that if you did he might stop watching and you strangely enjoyed the attention he was providing you with.

One of your friends groaned, causing you to look up to them, "God! Mi said to be there ages ago, can we hurry up!"

It wasn't a question, more of an order. You look down to one of your favourite records and two you wanted to check out in your hands. Sighing, you tell them to go ahead and that you'd be there shortly, they rushed out the shop and left you and the few other people only.

You loved them to death, but sometimes you needed a breather from how intense they were. It was all party, no silence, so now that they were gone you felt like you could breathe easy again.

His eyes were on you again. You assumed he looked away to your friends as they left, but now the burn had returned. Not in a way that hurt, no, it was softer than the sun had been that day. It was more like the spring, a reminder of what you loved, the not-too-hot weather, flowers blooming their saturated colours, the air less polluted by the smoke.

You make your way from the last row, your eyes glued to your shoes as you walked. One foot in front of the other, you whispered in your head.

He swallows the lump in his throat as you place the three records as gently as someone would their newborn onto the surface. His hand shakes nervously behind the till, you notice when you finally look up, but choose to ignore it.

His hair is a messy dark brown that just barely covers the tops of his ears. His eyes are a matching dark brown that shine richly in the sunlight. Intoxicating, they are. You feel yourself falling at the sight, though you don't realise it now. A small smile graces his sweet face, one that finds itself on your own unknowingly. His glasses are pushed up his face by his cheeks and you feel an itch to correct them, but restrain yourself because he was a complete stranger and it'd be incredibly weird to do so.

His voice is quiet and he stutters slightly, like he was uncomfortable with his words. "Is this all?"

Your smile raises a bit higher as you nod. He pulls a bag from his side, the shop's logo on the front, and carefully placed the records inside to not damage them. You see him hesitate before he speaks up again, "You've got good taste." He gestures to your favourite which sat on the top, "Did you hear their new album? It was brilliant, y'know, I think it's their best work so far."

Your impressive collection was built from many different stores, but you'd never thought you had heard a worker speak with such a passionate tone before. You laugh softly but agree, "Yeah, they've really progressed as a band. But I think I like this one the best, still. It's nostalgic, my dad would always play it for me."

He raises his eyebrows as he considers your words then nods slightly, "I get that, it's still really good," he chuckles a bit awkwardly, "To each their own, I suppose."

You walk out the shop a few minutes later, the need to get to Miles' house for the party ever present. You were sure to be hammered with questions of what took so long, but the enticing nature of the man, who you now knew was Graham, eased the interrogation you knew you'd receive. It was also then, that you decided you would have to come back, at least for a chance to talk with him, not disrupted.

—

Just the next weekend you returned, Graham was sitting around the shop, on break. His head jumped up at the opened door rang its bell and his face lit up at the sight of you walking in. When you turned to his direction he tried his best to make it seem as if he was minding his own business, but it was clear as day to you that he was watching. It made you smile stupidly at the thought of him being infatuated with you as you were with him.

In all honesty, you definitely didn't need more records right now and definitely didn't have the money for it. You hoped to look around and maybe sneak in a chat or two with him while you browsed.

Your hands flicked between each row as before, this time with less focus. You almost wanted to laugh at how obvious it was when he slowly but surely made his way over to you. He was quiet and shy, but so sweet.

Every joke you told made him laugh that addicting sound and every time you flirted his cheeks would flush and he would turn away and hide. Your own had gained a reddish tint that you wore proudly. You wanted him to know.

He stood slightly taller than you but he leant down a bit when he pretended to scour through the vinyls, keeping his hands busy so he could listen closer.

After that day, you felt a need deep within your heart to keep coming back. Two short interactions had wormed their way into your routine and every weekend you would stop by to see Graham. You could swear half of your paycheck each week went to buying music, but you had to admit it was worth it.

You weren't the only one who'd felt changed. No, Graham was happier, more energetic. He felt like himself again.

There was no longer this slump of repetition that drained him. Instead, it seemed like someone had finally taken off a broken record and replaced it with a new. The songs flowed easily, the sound eloquent and boisterous. He kept putting the needle back to the start at the end of each week just so he could hear your part again.

The band had noticed. How could they not?

Each time they met up, Graham was brimming with excitement to practice or write, he seemed more in tune with them than ever before. Usually, he'd stay more out of the way, but he wanted more now. It's why he was awaiting your arrival that Saturday.

The clouds hovered over the sky and a light rain drizzled the air during the surprisingly warm summer. Tomorrow, they would play a small gig at their local pub. Of course, they knew not many people would show up, but they were still jumping out of their seats to actually play a show. It was the first they managed to book in a while. Graham had been practicing with all the free time he had after he formed this plan. The plan that fell into action at the ring of the bell.

Your coat was covered in darkened spots from the drops and your hair a bit more frizzy at the humidity, but you still took his breath away. Literally. His lungs emptied of air as he tried refilling them and now backing out of his plan. His heart beat out of his chest, he could hear the loud rhythm echo through his body and it felt like it bounced off the walls.

His hands fiddled with the hem of his battered, striped shirt as he approached your smirking and gorgeous face. It grew as he called your name in a greeting, he pulled you into a somewhat awkward hug and placed a quick peck to your cheek.

The both of you walked, side by side, down the aisles with your bodies brushing and fear of the other turning away dancing around. His laugh was calming from your joke and he cleared his throat, the question on the tip of his tongue. You looked curiously up at him and he almost melted right then.

"Would you want to... see my band play tomorrow night?"

His voice was quiet and you overly aware of how much your answer would mean to him, but the shock still hit you into asking, "You're in a band?"

Graham's eyebrows knit together and he has to stop and think for a second, had he really not told you? His jaw slacks and he struggles over his next words, "Well—Yeah, I am. It's not anything big, but it'd mean a lot if you came," he shrugs turning away in the way you had grown to admire, "You obviously don't have to! I-I'm just saying, I would appreciate it!"

You snicker despite your previous shock still lingering. Looking back, it should have been clear, but it somehow sweeped over your head during conversation. You nod and wave him off, "I'll go. Just tell me the time and place—I'll be there, Gra."

—

You left early to get to the pub before the gig started so you could come and meet the band, but traffic was a lot worse than you had prepared for, leaving you to barely arrive before they came onstage. You were panting to catch your breath as you joined the small crowd around the stage, standing near the back.

Cheers erupt as they make their way on the stage, everyone excited for some music to start. A blonde man with blue eyes takes his place at the microphone, he was pretty but in an overly confident way, Damon if you remembered his name right. The bassist and drummer, who you knew as Alex and Dave, found their own places. And finally, Graham makes his way out. His hair is disheveled in a crazily attractive look and his glasses balanced on the bridge of his nose. His cheeks are flushed in the heat of the pub. You notice right away as he scans the crowd, waving your arm to catch his attention.

When Graham locks eyes with you, a involuntary sigh falls from his lips in relief. After not seeing you back stage, he was scared you bailed on him. He really felt this was his only chance to impress you, maybe even win you over. If only he wasn’t to blind to see how you already were.

There is no warning and the first song starts blasting through the speakers. You become entranced with how he moves. His hand gliding on the fretboard, him strumming practically perfectly, his look of absolute concentration, his smooth voice coming through his own microphone that still managed to sound beautifully shy. You’re jumping around with some group of girls that dragged you with them when they saw you alone. It’s hot in the small pub, but you’re so high off the energy and happiness, nothing else matters but you and him.

#graham coxon #graham coxon x reader #blur #blur band

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autisticblueteam · 2 months

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Appears from the ether again, after months of only being present enough to fill my queue up, with some WIP snippets from the gen:LOCK re-write I mentioned before...

And also finally adressing these tags lmao, sorry @thesouppond I realise these are like 3 months old.

#FUCK IM JUST SEEING THIS NOW???#FUCK YEAH 2024 SEASON OF EVERYONE GETS TO REWRITE GENLOCK CAUSE FUCK S2#Ahem anyway hi genlock moot :)))#I love your writing btw! Ive read your existing GL fics theyre great!#at this point if someone can give me a GL fic i havent already met I will forever be indebted to you i am DYING for GL content

We're really out here trying our best to do better by GL than HBO did huh!! I've been loving Reloaded, it was so nice to see someone else pop up in the gL tag after it was comparatively dead for so long. I've been working on my re-write since just after s2 came out and it was lonely in there for a while there lmao.

So I'm glad you enjoyed the couple of fics I've already done! I'm re-using parts of one of them for the actual re-write since I'm going for the 'keep the basic bones of s2 but aim to fix the execution into something less shit/re-work the worst bits' and I didn't want to write that first nemesis fight over again from total scratch lmao...

I want to finish writing all of the re-write before I post it in full, but that does mean it's taking forever whoops.

I'm still not past the introduction of Sinclair as his portion is so involved and I keep getting distracted by other projects/hobbies, but I did finally get to a point where my take on Sinclair is actually fun to write! I'm keeping his boyfriend because I did at least like that Sinclair was made canonically queer and they're actually cute when I'm just doing my own thing.

So since I feel like posting some WIP bits, here's my favourite Chris/Sinclair stuff I've done so far.

“YEAH! Take that you fucked up tin can!” Sinclair winced. The shout was like an ice pick being driven into his skull, but it was also what finally drove him to lift his head. There ahead of him, wielding a large piece of debris in one hand, was a heavyset Asian man dressed in torn clothes and covered in grime. He reared back, and for a split second Sinclair thought that projectile was for him, until he heard an impact, and the last of the humming died. The man brushed off his hands, pride written on every feature, and in that moment he was the most beautiful thing Sinclair had ever seen. “Coast’s clear!” the stranger called behind him. There was movement, but Sinclair didn’t care to look, his attention caught by the man’s approach. “And we’ve got a live one.” Sinclair’s throat was so dry he broke down coughing twice, in the time it took the stranger to kneel in front of him. “I-I’m not Union. I-I know— with the uniform, and the—” Another violent burst of coughing cut him off. The stranger handed him a canteen and a crooked smile. “Yeah, no shit. You’ve got way too much emotion on your face to be even a defector,” he said, and if Sinclair wasn’t so busy chugging the offered water, he might have mustered a laugh. “That, plus, the lack of helmet, the collapsing, and the drone getting ready to turn you into a novelty cheese grater kinda gave it away.” “Christ, I could kiss you right now,” Sinclair blurted and then regretted in quick succession. Fuck. He’d been in near solitary too long, his filter had worn away to nothing and he was making a damn fool of himself in front of the first sane people he’d seen in weeks. Except the stranger just… laughed, good-naturedly. “Close, the name’s Chris, not Christ. And I’d say buy me dinner first, but it’s a bit hard out here.”

AND then a little later...

“What about the refugee railroads?” Chris lowered his beer bottle and wiped his mouth. “Too far.” “Vanguard safe crossings?” “Too far.” “The— fucking Canadian border?” Chris laughed, “Too far. Further than either of the other things. Jesus, dude. You sure you haven’t got a concussion?” “Mostly,” Sinclair said, rubbing his face with his intact hand. “I just— you’re going to die if you stay here. A drone only has to get lucky once.” “And if we go deeper in, we’ll only die faster,” Chris said with a simple shrug. “We already have to pack up and move every few weeks when the line moves. And every time, the Polity border gets a little bit further away. Believe me, man, I want nothing more than to get outta here, but it’s just not happening.” “What if I helped?” The offer fell out before he’d consciously decided to make it, but Sinclair stood by it. Even when Chris looked at him dubiously. “No offence, dude, but you’re just one guy. And two days ago you could barely stand.” “And now I’m fine,” Sinclair insisted. “I’m a soldier. I was decorated for valour after I got my squad out of a run-in with the Union that should’ve killed us all. I was the only one who could even still hold a gun. I swear, I could get you somewhere safe. Are you really telling me you’d rather keep sitting around waiting to die than take a risk?” Chris’s brow furrowed, and he didn’t answer immediately, taking another swig from his scratched up bottle of beer. Sinclair sighed. “Look. I need to get to a Vanguard base one way or another. I don’t want to leave you guys behind if I don’t have to. I owe you my life. And maybe dinner.” Chris almost choked on his drink. “Wow,” he laughed, clearing his throat, “you sure pick your moments, huh?” Sinclair shrugged. “Figure if you’re not actually into it I’ll just blame the concussion.” “That you don’t have.” “Exactly.” Chris rolled his eyes, but he was smiling. “Smooth. Smooth operator. Alright, alright, fine, we’ll talk to the others in the morning. It might be a tougher sell when they’re not the ones getting dinner with a hot soldier out of it, but hey, guess we’ll see.” “Are you looking past the just-got-done-being-tortured chic, here, or is that part of the charm?” “Are you kidding? There’s a whole genre focused on how hot soldier guys look after they’ve been through hell.” “Not sure that’s the intended takeaway of action movies.” “Well,” Chris shrugged, starting to pick at a can of food, “it was definitely my takeaway.” Sinclair laughed. Honest-to-god laughed, in a way he was surprised he was even capable of after the last few weeks. The normality of the moment was like a balm on all the aching parts of him, mental and physical alike. For a moment he could almost forget that the reason he looked like shit was because he’d just escaped the worst experience of his life. For a moment it felt like the fight was over.

Now I just have to actually get through the remainder of my Sinclair set-up and then I'll be only one chapter away from finishing the first half of the fic... so close and yet so far lmao.

#blue is a writer #fic: the only me is me #gen:lock #each part is meant to be like a single season. so part 1 is like a new season 2 and part 2 is like a season 3 #and if i ever actually finish this. i might plan out a 'season 4'#the ending i have planned sets me up for it #i have grand ambitions and so little ability to sit down and just get it done LMAO

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moonjxsung · 4 months

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OMG pookie so this cute guy was in one of my classes and hes known around campus for being drug addict and is a red flag but like hear me out, I'm friends with him and hes always venting to me about how he wants to quit and become a better person and today i caught him staring at me and he gave me a headpat... and now I dont know if im being delulu but yeah anyways hows ur love life? u can always date me u know pookie bear ily have an amazing night (u should be next to me in bed letting me shower u with kisses and praise and letting me treat u like a queen that u are) 💋💋

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UMMMM BESTIE that’s not even being delulu I would be thinking the same thing 👀 is he cute?? I know he sounds like such a red flag but why do I feel like he’s dangerously cute or something LOLLL just be careful pookie ily if he ever makes you feel weird or anything I will kill him 😤

my love life is ✨nonexistent✨ because I want a girlfriend ✨so fucking bad✨ but women are simply ✨too scary to talk to✨ and I hate dating apps and practically everyone in my city so I just suck it up and wallow in self-pity at the fact that all the cool girls live so far away and if only all the cool girls from the internet were closer my dumb ass would probably propose in like a week because I’m actually insane and down bad for women because they are ✨so cool✨ anyways if you’re reading this we are literally dating now pookie ILY PRETTY 🩷💓💖💘💗💝🫶

#🧸 anon #ask

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Prompt, if you're still taking them? Charles finds a stray baby kitten and adopts it. Pierre pretends to not be impressed. Charles is definitely a cat dad. Pierre is definitely scared the cat hates him. *smooches*

okay okay okay okay okay okay okay this felt like getting to work with a therapy animal after today anon im smooching u back TONS for this. i want to give pierre and charles a little kitten. this was so. this is so. i'm so. i wuv them.

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It’s raining by the time Pierre gets back to his apartment, much to his chagrin. It’s not just rain, either—it’s pouring. The last time it rained this hard, he’d been caught out to dinner with Yuki, and by the time they’d gotten from the restaurant back into the car, Pierre had been soaked through his shirt.

“You are too afraid to look ugly,” Yuki had told him, sitting comfortably in the passenger seat with his bright yellow raincoat. Pierre, soaked through entirely, had grumbled about it, but internally acknowledged that, yeah, maybe his teammate was right about that. He’s never understood the appeal of stormy weather, to be honest: Charles loves it, so he has to like it by association, but there’s nothing that feels better than the warmth of sunshine on his skin. He hates being cold, even if he tends to run warm.

But at the mouth of his apartment complex’s garage, Pierre realizes far too late that he is both without an umbrella or any semblance of a raincoat. Which. There’s not that much open space between the actual garage and the awning of his apartment building, so he’ll probably be fine. As long as he runs, anyway.

“Fuck,” he groans, tucking his bag close to his chest. (Maybe Louis Vuitton will consider more waterproof material if he asks?) With a steadying breath, Pierre bolts—and immediately regrets it, because the rain is strong as it thunders down from above, soaking his shirt so fast it’s kind of unbelievable, and he steps in a goddamn puddle right in front of the entryway to his place.

“Fuck!” He shakes his foot standing in the lobby of his building, like it’ll do something besides just make him more miserable. “I hate this stupid—I am going to move to the United States and live in fucking, I don’t know, Florida, because they do not get rain like this and it is always hot and—”

The annoyed rant continues up the elevator, by himself, as he brushes off the droplets that are lingering on the flap of his bag. He grumbles his way down the hall, he mutters to himself as he fishes out his key from somewhere in his pockets, and he groans as he steps through the front door and his goddamn shoe squishes.

A squeak from somewhere in the apartment, though, draws his attention. “Charles?”

There's a muffled noise, and definitely a thud, and then—"Calamar, you're home!" and Charles pops out from behind the kitchenette door, hair a little disheveled and face lit-up entirely.

Pierre's annoyance melts away pretty quickly at that. "I am home," he confirms, and then dramatically peels his shirt off to wring it out on the kitchen tiles. It's not even that wet, really, but he's been thinking about coming home to his boyfriend for hours, now, and if this is an optional excuse to get skin-to-skin with him, Pierre's going to take it. He's not above situationally-induced indecency.

Charles' face gets a little pink, which means Pierre is definitely trending towards getting what he's after. "That feels a little dramatic," he says, voice hoarse, and Pierre chuckles.

"I thought you love when I look like a drowned kitten, mon cheri," he murmurs, sidling up to Charles properly. "Something about rescues, or maybe strays." Pierre trails his fingers up Charles' arm. "I am very wet, cher—"

And then he hears it.

Meow.

Charles immediately looks guilty, which really is all Pierre needs to see. "Are you playing kitten tonight," he deadpans, drawing a nervous laugh out of his boyfriend.

"Pierre, I—" Charles pauses, and Pierre only watches, amused, as the thoughts come together on his face in real time. "I was caught in the rain too, you know." He gestures towards one of the stools in the kitchen, where his ruby-red Ferrari jacket is still dripping a little onto the tiles.

"Mhm."

"And there was—I heard this little baby voice! Right by the alley near the coffee shop, you know the one. And I looked down and—"

And, like they've coordinated this entire bit from the beginning, a little black kitten pops out from seemingly nowhere, mewling and skittering across Pierre's hardwood floors. (Which Hardwood. Pierre tries so hard not to cringe at the sound.) Clearly it's still disoriented from being outside in the chaotic Italian winter weather, if the way it runs into Charles' leg almost immediately is any indication; it would be easier to tease him, though, if Pierre didn't notice the way Charles' face melted almost immediately upon seeing it.

"Hello, ma belle," he murmurs in his soft voice, crouching immediately to scoop the little rascal up. The kitten seems to go along with it immediately, just big enough that Charles has to cradle it with both hands as he brings it to his face. "You are home, now, yes? Safe with me, safe with us. No more dumpster living for you, cherie." The little creature seems to appreciate Charles' promises, as it begins licking at his cheek, tiny little noises vibrating off it effortlessly.

"You have such a soft heart," Pierre hums, and Charles blushes deeper at the comment, still enjoying the affection of his newly-found friend. "You know that, calamar?"

"You would've done the same," he insists quietly, half-focused on petting the little thing in his hand and derailing any defensive power he might've actually held by saying it. "She is a sweet thing, Pierrot, and she was soaking wet out there, I could not just leave her—"

Pierre hums, interrupting his boyfriend by ducking forward to press a kiss to the other side of his face. "I know, sweetheart," he says, feeling the warmth radiating off of Charles in waves. "It's okay, I think my complex will allow pets." He pauses. "Or will make an exception, considering the world champion of racing is currently spending his winter break holed up in this building." Charles just laughs softly in reply. The kitten in his palm mewls again, clearly excited by the noise-and-movement combination of a Charles-giggle. "I don't have a thing to house a cat, though?"

Charles tsks, shaking his head a little. "I ordered some things, you know, to be delivered here." He crouches once again to set the kitten down—she runs across the floor in the direction she'd come in, which is incredibly endearing—and whips out his phone, immediately flipping through the emergency cat dad items he'd apparently realized would be necessary for this endeavor.

Somehow always ready for anything, his Charles. It's also incredibly endearing. "I see we thought this through," Pierre murmurs, hooking his fingers in the belt loop of Charles' shorts. His boyfriend squeaks again, almost drops his phone. "Do we have a name for our little house guest?"

Charles blushes. "I, ah, have been calling her Shadow."

A laugh explodes out of Pierre, entirely unintentional. "Like the—like the Sonic game? Darling—"

"No!" Charles interrupts, face now bright red. "No, because she is a little—she's a sneaky girl, she was—you are the worst, Pierrot, you know that." Pierre, laughing through the justification he's hearing, just nods once, almost doubled over.

"She's our little hedgehog," he manages between wheezes, and Charles whacks him gently in the shoulder, unable to keep from giggling but still looking a little bit annoyed in the eyes. "You win, Charlito, we can—she's our Shadow."

As it turns out, having a small animal around the house is more work than Pierre had expected.

Not that he’d expected it to be easy, of course—he’d had pets as a kid, he remembers the responsibility his parents and his brothers had drilled into him. But it’s been a while since he’s really had to be responsible for anything else besides his own wellbeing, and the state of his relationships and his own personal life.

So this whole kitten thing…is really throwing him off.

Charles has adapted quickly, though, which both amuses Pierre and irritates him—because, like, how can Charles be a world champion and the most handsome man to ever walk the planet and be so good with small animals? It’s unfair. He’s seen Charles with children, he knows how affable his boyfriend is to just about every single person he comes across, even if they don’t deserve it, but observing it up close is just.

Pierre is baffled.

“How do you do it,” he’d mumbled one afternoon, curled up on the couch with Charles pressed into his side and Shadow nestled in his lap. Charles had sleepily responded “do what?”, clearly not paying attention as he’d played with Shadow’s tiny paws, and Pierre figured it wasn’t worth it to try and explain his whole train of thought. Shadow had mewled softly, climbed up Charles’ torso and managed to nestle her way in between the two of them—Pierre had felt the startlingly-strong vibration of her purrs between them—and Charles was asleep before he even could voice an “oh, nevermind” so really what did it matter.

So he settles with being the lesser of the two of them when it comes to taking care of their tiny little houseguest. Charles rescued her, of course she’s going to have some kind of special attachment to him. And, really, who wouldn’t? Pierre considers his boyfriend to be a giant cat, anyway, so they’re probably bonded on that level, too. He’s fine with the little one, he is—except, of course, he hadn’t anticipated the bedroom becoming a problem.

It's winter break. Pierre knows he and Charles only have a few short months to be freely with one another without concerns of driving or media or anybody else. For starters, it’s the break from work that they both end up needing by the time November rolls around. But more importantly—Charles had been excited at the prospect of spending all winter with Pierre during their time away, and Pierre had been looking forward to dipping his toes into what the future will look like between them, living in the same apartment and spending every waking moment together like a real couple. It’ll be time to practice, Pierre had told himself. Time to see what the rest of my life is going to look like.

But Pierre realizes this winter isn’t going to be like the others when, the first full week after they’ve folded her into their daily lives, she interrupts their locked-door bedroom time.

(It’s kind of a force of habit, even when they’re off for the season—the moment Pierre begins undressing Charles, the door gets shut and the world becomes four walls and the bed Pierre is going to fuck him into. Nobody else—just them.)

Pierre is mid-thrust into Charles, who’s moaning and rutting and being his usual self the way Pierre loves to get at him, when something outside their bedroom door starts screaming and Charles immediately, immediately recognizes it as Shadow.

“Pierrot,” Charles moans as Pierre tries to fuck him through it, “That’s—she wants to come in, we should—”

“Charles,” Pierre hisses, hips jerking sharply forward and tearing a throaty noise from his boyfriend, “I’m—fuck—am I really doing that bad a job here?” He’s kidding, kind of, because he knows he always fucks Charles exactly how he likes and wants. Charles moans something in tandem with this idea—his next thrust has Charles making this keening noise, breath taken in sharply, and shakes his head a little.

"No, non, Pierrot, non, I am—”

Shadow’s cries have gotten louder, though. Pierre can hear her, distantly, bumping into their closed door without mercy, and dammit now he’s thinking about her, too.

“Are you close,” he all but grumbles, still fucking into Charles as the half-question lands in his boyfriend’s ears. Sheepishly, even as Pierre can see the way his dick is sputtering precome all over his abdomen, Charles shakes his head.

Pierre groans, collapsing forward to bury his face in Charles’ shoulder. “Fuck. Me neither.”

So, with concerted effort, Pierre eases his way out of Charles, pads over to the bedroom door, and opens it just enough to get an eyeful of their little creature mid-scream.

She quiets immediately, of course, because why wouldn’t she—in a flash she’s bolted past Pierre and deftly finds her way into bed, where Charles frantically pulls a sheet over himself like he’s some kind of scandalized Victorian woman. Shadow doesn’t seem to notice—she tucks herself easily into the crook of Charles’ sweaty shoulder, where Pierre had literally been leaving hickeys about two minutes prior, and purrs loud enough for him to hear it across the room.

He groans. “It is like having a child,” he sighs, dragging a hand over his face, and Charles chuckles from bed, clearly not as disgruntled as Pierre finds himself.

“She just wanted to be with us,” he insists softly, cooing at her. Pierre, still butt-naked, just trudges back to bed, erection forgotten. When he sinks back into his side of the bed, Shadow mews at him and treks across the mattress to lick at Pierre’s sweaty face. Her little sandpaper tongue feels funny against his beard. It’s cute, but—

“Hi,” he says flatly. Shadow blinks at him, meows softly once again, and then returns to Charles’ shoulder, where she stretches out and tucks in like she belongs there. Charles just makes a soft, affectionate noise.

It’s way too early for Pierre to be ready for the season again. It is, he tells himself.

It is. Right?

“Charlito,” Pierre hums, digging through the kitchen cabinets to find the red pepper flakes buried somewhere in their trove of spices, “I do not think Shadow likes me.” He finds the little shaker and turns back towards the rest of the meal they’re working on.

Charles laughs over the cutting board he’s stationed in front of, chopping the onion below him cautiously. When he glances up at Pierre, his eyes are red from trying not to cry over their stench. “What?” He shakes his head, swipes his knife against the edge of the cutting board to scrape his blade clean. “Pierrot, you’re ridiculous. How could she not like you.” He wipes at his eyes and then yelps. “Fuck, I shouldn’t have done that.”

Pierre chuckles. “You shouldn’t have,” he agrees, setting the little glass shaker down on the counter to grab the nearest dish towel and run it under cool water. “Come here, cher, let me.” Charles follows him easily, leaning up against the counter so that Pierre can gently swipe the stinging onion juices away. “She just…doesn’t like me. I can feel it, you know. She’s not some pretty girl I can charm the pants off of.”

Charles rolls his eyes, then winces. Ha. “You should not be thinking about charming the pants off other women, only me.” Like he’s trying to prove a point, Charles hooks his thumbs in the waistband of his shorts and tugs on them a little. “See? Pants still on.”

“Shut up,” Pierre says, laughing a little harder. “I am trying to make you hurt less, don’t—” Charles’ hand comes up to cover his own. “Here, you finish. I have to finish cutting the sausage links.”

“Thank you,” Charles hums, blowing him a kiss as he uses the damp towel to finish off Pierre’s work. “But—Pierre, Shadow is a kitten. She’s a baby. She does not know better.”

Pierre frowns over the plate he’s now standing by. “Sure, but how do I make her know better? It is—she is drawn to you, Charles. You are like her mother.”

Charles snorts. “Not her dad?”

“You are far too doting, mon cheri.” Pierre offers, flashing Charles a grin that earns him a brief middle finger. “Anyway, whatever you are to her, she likes you more.”

Charles shrugs. “I was the one who first brought her home, Pierre, she must associate me with survival or whatever.” He sets the dish towel down and walks across to where Pierre is now halfheartedly making little disks out of the sausages in front of him. “That does not mean she likes me more, you know.”

Pierre sighs. “You are easy to like, Charles, it makes sense.”

“Now who’s talking about her like she is a real girl,” Charles murmurs, pressing a kiss to Pierre’s shoulder. “Come on, calamar. Play with her a little more, because she is a simple little thing. Maybe if we switch off on feeding her at night she will follow you like a little duckling.”

Pierre wrinkles his nose. “Okay, but her food is gross.”

“The key to a girl’s heart is always her stomach, you know—how often does your mother tell me that, Pierre.” He pauses. “How often does my mother tell me that.”

Pierre laughs at that. “I guess you are right—why else are we cooking like this, after all.” He gestures with his knife towards their spread. “Fine, I—okay, yeah, maybe we can try that.” Charles ducks his head into Pierre’s shoulder, nuzzling. “What, are you my kitten, too?” Charles meows at him, then giggles. “I cannot believe I have two babies—”

“Mmm, but you love me,” he interrupts, pressing a chaste little kiss to Pierre’s bottom lip. “And you love her, because you are worried about her liking you, so.” His knowing grin is just this shy of shit-eating.

Pierre loves him, and hates how he’s always right about this kind of thing.

“Shut up,” he grumbles, ducking in for another kiss. “Now are you going to help me actually cook all this or what.”

As it turns out, even during winter break, Charles still has Ferrari responsibilities.

“It comes with the whole world champion thing,” he’d groaned, face-planted into Pierre’s chest. “But I hate it.”

Pierre had laughed him off. “It is one event and it is local, cher,” he’d teased. “I will be on speed dial in case you need someone to, I don’t know, fuck you in the bathroom or something.” Flashed a grin. Made Charles laugh softly. And then, boom, crisis averted.

Except, of course, now Pierre is home alone with Shadow, who is staring at him with disinterest, somehow, where she’s perched on the arm of the sofa. Charles had texted him a few minutes before—it’s ok carlos is here im not going to die with a string of goofy emojis—which means Pierre is, to his quiet relief, off the hook for playing rescue boyfriend. He’d do anything for his Charles, anything in the world, but Ferrari events are always…weird, for him. It reminds Pierre that there are teams that know how to treat their drivers, and listen to them, and give them what they ask for. (Really, it—it makes him jealous. He'd never admit to it out loud, but he thinks Charles knows this on some level, anyway.)

So he flips on the Xbox, loads whatever the latest version of FIFA is stored in their account, and turns his brain off. It’s a Saturday, after all—some of the other guys from the grid are online, so he hits them up to see if they’ll go up against him.

As it turns out, only Daniel is online, so they play a halfhearted match where they just kind of shit-talk each other being terrible at this updated version of a game they’d both spent a lot of their childhood playing. It’s fun, kind of; Charles is more into this, he thinks halfheartedly, casting a glance around the empty apartment. He’ll make dinner in a little while, once Charles lets him know if he’s planning on actually eating with the rest of his team. When he looks back in the other direction, Shadow is curled in on herself, licking absentmindedly at her fur.

“So this is what it must be like being you,” Pierre says quietly, raising an eyebrow at her as she lifts her head at the sound of his voice.

From the other end of the game, Daniel laughs. “What the fuck are you on, mate?”

“I’m—not everything is about you, man,” he tries, and then laughs. “No, it’s—it’s the cat.”

“You talk to your cat?” Pierre shrugs, although he knows Daniel can’t see him. He makes a shrug-like noise. “I mean, I talk to my dog, but—I never pegged you as a cat dad, Gas man.”

Shadow meows at him. “I didn’t either, to be honest,” he says flatly. “Listen, Daniel, I gotta—I think it’s dinner time for her, so I gotta quit out of this game. I’m trying to buy her affections with food.”

“Is it working?”

“Fuck if I know.”

“Fair enough.” Daniel’s laugh echoes in his ears. “You have fun, pussy wrangler,” he teases, and Pierre rolls his eyes.

“You’re a moron,” he replies, but laughs all the same. “Have a good—uh, night? Day?”

“Day,” Daniel confirms with a snort.

“Day,” Pierre repeats. “Thanks for letting me whoop your ass.”

“Fuck off, Frenchie, you got lucky—” he imagines Daniel is flipping him off, which just makes Pierre laugh as he logs out of his account and turns his attention to the kitten currently looking like a black hole against his light-colored couch.

“Are we ready for food?” Pierre asks, scooting a little closer. Shadow’s head perks up a little, eyes glittery and green and big. She’s very pretty, Pierre thinks—not bad luck at all, except for the way she’s kind of ruined Pierre’s sex life a little bit. He can forgive her, though, considering how cute Charles gets whenever he’s around her. Also, he does like her, even if he’s not her favorite parent.

Shadow, like she knows what Pierre is saying, meows at him.

“I see,” he hums, leaning forward a little more. Carefully, he uses the pad of his thumb to rub at her forehead, which immediately triggers her motorized purr. “Mmm, we like that, huh?” He scratches just a little behind her ear, and she meows louder, one little paw coming up to bat at his hand for a moment before she gets up, stretches, and wanders over into his lap.

“Meow,” she tells him resolutely, kneading his thigh for a moment before sinking down onto him the way she normally does Charles.

Pierre chuckles. “I thought we were getting food, il mio piccolo.” He doesn’t know much Italian but it kind of fits, considering she’s an Italian cat. She purrs harder at the words, which makes Pierre think she definitely prefers being spoken to in Italian instead of French. He makes a mental note of this for Charles later, as the more attentive parent of the two of them, then switches his brain into Italian. “I thought you were hungry, baby.”

Shadow purrs, continuing to knead Pierre’s skin. It hurts, but like—she’s sweet. He can’t just throw her off, right?

“This feels like us bonding,” he says after a moment of comfortable silence. “Are we bonding, little one?” Shadow meows. “I think this means we’re bonding.” He scratches a little behind her ear, earning another engine-adjacent purr that seems to travel right through his body. “Oh, you like this very much, don’t you.”

“Meoooowwwww,” Shadow answers, rolling a little in his lap so her paws can once again bat at Pierre’s hand. He doesn’t move, lets her swat at him a little—to make her comfortable, right? He’s not a threat, he’s a friend. He’s her playmate. He’s her dad, too.

“Mmmm, bellissimo,” he hums, petting at her soft little belly as her arms and legs flop out for a beat. She jumps on his hand immediately, little claws scraping at his hand, and he only hisses for a second before giving in and letting her nibble at him. “You are so silly, little one. How am I going to feed you when you are sitting right in my lap.”

“Meow.”

“You’re just like your papa, you know that,” he grunts, both hands now engaged in playing with the kitten that’s now rolling around on him. “How do you have his genes, you’re not even related to him.” Shadow’s claws sink into his skin a little harder. “Ow. Shit—sorry, language—okay, okay, sorry, I will not point that out again.” Pierre shakes his head. “Sweetheart, I have to feed you. We can’t just keep sitting here.”

She seems to recognize, at least a little, what he’s going for. “Meow?”

“C’mon, love. Let’s—kitchen, baby, kitchen.” He shifts on the couch and Shadow seems to understand, leaping onto the coffee table and then skittering across the floor towards where her little bowls are. “There we go, there’s my good girl.”

He pauses, though, at the words. “Wait. When did I—?”

“Meow!” Shadow shouts insistently, looking so teeny against the kitchen furniture. Pierre’s heart melts a little in his chest. The kitten meows again, tail thumping against the stool she’s standing right beside.

“I’m coming, honey,” he calls. “Easy, easy, I am going to feed you—quiet down, your second favorite papa is coming.”

When Charles texts him later, how is our little 1? with a couple of cat emojis included, Pierre just chuckles and sends a heart back. From her little bowl, Shadow meows earnestly, like she can’t eat fast enough.

“Shadow, andiamo ragazzina, rallenta lì.” He shakes his head. “Let me take a good picture for your favorite papa, yes? He probably wants to show everybody how cute you are.” He tsks himself a little, then crouches in front of where Shadow is still perched eating from her bowl. “Forgive me, sweetheart, I know it’s impolite to take pictures of a lady while she is eating, but—you are far too cute.”

He snaps a picture, sends it.

Almost as soon as the message goes through, Charles sends back a block of heart emojis. Pierre laughs at the sight, turning his screen towards the kitten as if she understands literally anything outside of the dish in front of her right now.

“You see? How much he loves you.” Then, after a beat: “How much I love you, too, little one. Even if you don’t like me that much.”

Shadow finally removes herself from her dish at his words. And then, like she’s the smartest little kitten Pierre has ever known, she mewls and rubs up against Pierre’s ankles, nuzzling insistently at him. Pierre exhales softly and suddenly. When she meows again, he hums and pets at her head again, rubbing at the spot on her forehead she seemed to enjoy before.

“Huh,” he mumbles, sitting fully on the tiled floor. Shadow doesn’t stop rubbing at him, little purring noises filling Pierre’s ears in their quiet kitchen. “Maybe maman is right about food after all.” He chuckles. “You do like me a little after all.”

#piarles #pierrecharles #10 x 16 #fic #prompt #i am very....yeah #hope this makes you all a little less upset <3 it cured me a little <3 #ask reply #Anonymous

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seldomscilence16 · 2 years

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Whumptober day 30: Note to Self: Dont Get Kidnapped

Fandom: Sanders Sides

Prompts;

Manhandled

Hair grabbing

"Please dont touch me"

I cant believe i've done 30 days of this. O.o

Short cause I fell behind!!! Sorry guys!!

In a world where magic is rare, and science reigns, beings of magic live in hiding, lest you have a death wish.

Virgil didnt mind the solitude that came with hiding, it could be lonely sure, but people were so… ugh. They made Virgils skin crawl, and his head ache, and his heart beat wildly in his chest. He hates how overwhelming they were, how much he had to think about, just too much.

Besides there was plenty to keep him occupied here. Magical beings to randomly catch sight of, plants to take care or, spiders to watch spin webs, traps and barriers to make up. M would come by with baked goods sometimes, L always had a book recommendation, P and Dk were good for entertainment- and a headache- and Dee could be good for gossip if you spoke his language- which Virgil did.

Not to say that he actually partook in those last parts willingly or often. He was the recluse of the recluses, the anti in social, and the creep in creepy- yeah he was not good at this…

The point of the matter was, today he wanted to be alone, and the storm clouds gathering outside were proof enough. So when noises came from outside, Virgils already sour mood for the day worsened further. Leave it to Dk to choose today to mess with him, he was not in the mood.

He opens the door to yell, only for his world to go dark.

…

His scalp burns, finger nails clawing his skull as the strands are roughly fisted and used to pull him from his cage. Its not the first time-and he's sure he'll be bald soon enough- but it hurts none the less as his bruised and bloodied body is dragged across hard stone floor.

This is the fate no magical creature wants to face, the one you tell children to scare them. Virgil had taken more precautions than any of the others, he knew exactly what could and did happen to magics caught by these monsters in human skin. He had scars to prove it…

To be back in the hands of 'scientists' that claimed to be bettering society by torturing Virgils people, was a nightmare come to life. But he supposed his precautions did one thing. No one else was taken or seen. The others were safe, and if they were smart- and L at least was- they'd move somewhere far away. That gives Virg a little peace at least.

His arms are forced this way and that, bound to the table as he struggles in vain against the rough treatment. Up until now, it was tests and poking and prodding, to try and garner what Virgil was. They of course couldnt know, they could claim some silly name sure, but they'd never truly know what they all were, what they represent. Virgil supposed, dying here wouldnt do much. If it had been any of the others, the world as they know it would be in danger, but a world without Virgil? Everyone hated him anyway, so it had to be for the better right?

They come towards him with a syringe and too long needle. His struggles renew, squirming this way and that as a million thoughts fly through his head of just what that thing contained. A 'hold him still' is mumbled and strong meaty fingers push his head to the side and force his chest still. He breaths heavily with panic as the needle gets closer and closer-

He screams.

….

"He's in here!"

Nonononononono

They found him. Not again. No more please no more nomorenomore. Just kill him already, theyre not finding out anything useful by doing this. Please just stopstopstopstopstopstopst-

"Hey-" a hand nonononononono

"Please dont touch me, I cant just end it please im sorry-" he trembles, squirming as far into his dark corner as he can. The shadows threaten to swallow him but never do, just haunt and taunt and tear and hurt hurt hurt

Hes sorry really he is. Hes terrible he knows that. He was bad for escaping, he was bad for trying to live life like the others, he was a bad guy, a creepy cookie, a paranoid freak. Everything was his fault. He was badbadbadbadbad-

"Look at me Vee, come on, please look at me."

Vee… he was A… they didnt use names unless they were… they didnt know his name, they called him thing and subject and monster and- but not Vee not A… only…

"Come on kiddo, look at me."

"M?... is that…"

"We're here kiddo. We're getting you out."

"But im bad…"

"We will tell you all the reasons that is a falsehood later, but we must be going now."

"Come on storm cloud, we got work to do!"

"I have a new project im just DYING to show you!"

"That fashion disaster better stay away from my closet. Or I will fight you with my bare hands! And this sword."

"Come on Vee, lets go home."

#whumptober2022 #no.30 #manhandling #hair grabbing #please dont touch me #sanders sides #fic #kidnapping #angst #intrusive thoughts #torture #open ending #really short #and undetailed #I wrote this in 30 minutes #happy early halloween!#virgil angst

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dollarstoreartsupplies · 2 years

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This au is haunting me so thinking about Empath Ben escaping from the lab when she's 18-19 and turning up at Mike's farm. Mike has powers, she's always known she has, when you grow up on a farm being able to produce plants from your hands is incredibly convenient and her parents moved them out of the way far enough that no one has ever caught her.

And after a year or two of Mike and Ben healing and bonding Richie Tozier shows up, clearly running from something (not the lab, they can tell, and if it was she'd definitely not been there as long as Ben, she's far too well adjusted) and they're more than happy to let her stay. But she's also scared whenever she looks at Ben. And they can't tell why.

So they live in unaware-the-other-have-powers dysfunctionality for a bit until eventually Ben gets deeply fed up and reveals herself by just projecting fear and confusion on Richie over and over until she understands whats happening and she ends up having to tell her.

Then more stuff happens, eventually the farm becomes like a magnet for Losers with Powers, and they have a wonderful and peaceful time and all date each other :)

(also like Murder TW but: a lot of the ghosts were just other people the lab killed but also I think empathic abilities have the power to be incredibly fucked up like.... can she just... take someones emotions? Like all of them? and then when she crashes them all back in it basically sends their brain into shock and kills them. idk im just thinking about how empathic abilities can be Really OP but also anyone ben killed deserved it)

Anyway here's the closest I think I'm gonna get to writing anything for this:

“What do you think of her?” Mike asks, carefully, like Ben can’t already tell how nervous she is.

(She’d have been able to without feeling it, anyways, she only grows dandelions when she’s particularly panicky, and right now the tiny petals peeking under her sweater cuffs are already well past yellow and beginning to fluff into white.)

Ben shrugs, just as carefully, “I dunno. I don’t think she’s… bad. She felt surprised and kinda scared when she saw us. Don’t think she knew anyone else was here.”

“You sure? I’ll kick her out if you want me too. Won’t even feel bad about it.” She blatantly lies, and Ben pushes her amusement into a halfway false I-know-that's-not-true annoyance. Mike snorts, “Yeah, yeah, okay. I wouldn’t feel that bad about it. I’m gonna trust your judgment either way, you know that.”

She lets her gratitude float between the two of them, warm and safe and familiar, “Not bad. Definitely… hiding something though.”

“Like what?”

She shrugs, “I think she’s scared of me.”

“Uh-huh, yeah, that makes sense.” Mike teases, sending a white freesia blossom winding around her wrist. I trust you.

“She’s not bad. I know that.”

“Alright then.” Mike’s worry eases a little as she smooths her lips into an almost-real-but-not-quite grin, “I’ll put her on the chore wheel.”

The farm is nice. Boring looking, and certainly not where Richie would have chosen to run to, but the city is unbearably noisy, here is almost far enough away, and Mike and Ben seem more than happy to let her stay.

It’s good here. It’s safe here. She’d just… feel safer if Ben wasn’t surrounded by so many fucking angry dead people.

At first, she hadn’t thought a ton about it, she’d run out here to get away from ghosts (and you know… people, but that was an immediate nonstarter) but she’d always known there would be some somewhere. Richie knows better than anyone alive that there isn’t anywhere on the planet totally, one hundred percent free from someone dead.

But she’s been here a full day, and not once have the ghosts drifted aimlessly away they way they usually do. They tend to get bored, but the areas around Ben have remained cramped tight with ghosts. Unsettled ghosts. More unsettled than Richie’s ever seen ghosts.

They’re are sticking so close by she can’t even ask if she’s about to be murdered by this quaint, strange lesbian farmer couple without said quaint, strange, possibly murderous lesbian farmer couple hearing her.

But it’s not like she has a lot of options.

At least the ghosts are preoccupied enough with Ben they haven’t seemed to have caught on to the fact that Richie can see them yet. They will, eventually, but Richie’s tentatively alright with at least waiting it out here until they do, or, well, until Ben murders her in cold blood and adds her to their ranks.

Whichever comes first.

#empath ben #fem losers club #fem ben hanscom #fem richie tozier #my art :)

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friedloverballoon · 2 years

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heyyy man. sorry if this is kinda personal but i noticed that me n you have kinda gone through the same thing opinion wise lol and was just wondering- i noticed that once i rlly exited most all discourse groups, my dysphoria got like. much less severe. ive been dysphoric for years and years, but its honestly never been worse than when i was in groups that said that you Had to have it to be trans (which i still believe just. idek) and made me feel like if it lessened at All then i shouldnt transition and just. i was all over the place lol. ive been id'ing as trans for Years bc of my presumed dysphoria but even the nicest people of these groups honestly made me kinda feel like i was faking since it wasnt that bad All the time🧍🏻but no yeah anyways im doing muchhh better now that im not so ingrained in discourse stuff and i was jw if you had a similar experience at all? ofc all of this is null if youre not trans KSBSKS but im not sure so! i hope youre having a good day🤍

HI i went through an entire week forgetting about tumblr and it was amazing, but I'm back again

I actually just now realized that you're the same amazing dude who defended me at the very beginning of me falling into that discourse stuff, and I didn't even know it because I started following lots of people since then for some reason, and yeah, really nice to see you again. I had to go back to the old controversial™ post to see if it was really you and I was so weirdly glad to have been right, hello again old friend :) I never unfollowed you or anything, I was just so caught up with tumblr shenanigans since we first met that I lost track of everything

I feel the exact same way you did, and it was kind of a long time coming with me stepping away from the discourse stuff, but tumblr is an awful place for discourse. It's so easy to either get stuck in an echo chamber or you will get several people angry at you, not a great experience either way

To answer your question though, I definitely felt a giant weight off my back after it all. I do still have some discourse stuff recommended to me, and I'll share a thought about it here and there, but I really just had to be tolerant and remember to agree to disagree and whatever. I think even being "too far" in my own side gave me that same feeling of making sure I didn't cross some line, even though, like you, I still hold the basic opinion that dysphoria is required to be trans, especially since looking more into biological factors and all that, although it's just… I think you understand what I mean, right? Like there are expectations to be met or something. I really think it's just bad for you in general, I haven't felt so free since my random post blew up in April.

(No idea if you want this to be public but I always post my questions unless someone tells me not to so… heyyy)

Either way, sorry this took so long to post, I had like thirty five different people having a weird conversation under an old post of mine and I got too many notifications

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m3wllo · 2 years

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corpse bride au thoughts/hcs/lore bestie?

im so glad you asked! i literally have this almost fully figured out. i need 2 watch corpse bride.

okokokok SO! copy still lives at wammys. wammys is going bankrupt for uh. some fuckin reason idk near keeps blowing money on legos or something. (jk the bills r high and kiras causing issues)

so. wammys offers a collaboration with zayns dads insurance comapny basically like "we'll give you our currently number one successor if you sponser us". which is funny bc the Insurance company (still dont have a name for it) is very pro-kira. and wammys is Not very pro-kira.

it should be noted that zayn and copy r still exes so. snorts. anyways

so yeah stuff happens zayn and copy get engaged and oh look! zayns ring got fucked up somehow and is now like. way WAY too big for him! L

so instead of sending it back copy just. yoinks it and fucks off to the woods 2 practise his vows.

which, may seem weird but. but. copy wasnt planning on staying married to zayn for very long, already having a plan ready to uuhhheheheh (makes a throat cutting motion) zayn.

things go south. kinda.

so copys in the woods and he finds what he believes to be part of a corpse buried in the dirt. and hes like "oh fun practise!"

yada yada That Scene happens sparrow pops out of the dirt (oh right @fabledgalaxies icarus is a part of this lol) like "i do!"

copy gets spooked. very badly. yk how in cartoons there'll be this huge cloud of dust and then a characters like miles away from it? thats Literally what happened with copy.

so funny thing: under certain circumstances copy kinda. looses the ability to hear things. his brain just. forces him to block out noises with the exception of his own breathing and heartbeat.

so he runs to this bridge thinking hes far away enough from sparrow and stops running to catch his breath. and wouldntcha know it sparrow is Right Behind Him! and ccopy ofc cant hear a damn thing

so he like. taps copy on the shoulder, which causes copy to freak the fuck out and his AT fields go fucking WILD man almost disolves into LCL for a sec. but he ends up clipping through the bridge and almost falling into the water. i say almost bc sparrow caught him. lol

and copys freaked out bc he didnt expect A, a body to be attached to the arm and B, the body being sentient.

and thats all ive got so far! btw reaver is Also involved with this somehow. i know how in my mind but. hold on

so sparrow drags copy 2 his husband, reaver, like "look what i found :D"

so yeah husband of my husband is also my husband. no idea what happens after all of this (yes i do but. yknow) edit: hiiii its 10:30 am i wanted 2 add the entire time copys spritinign through the woods in fear sparrow is keeping a very calm walking pace like right behind him

#torasks #hi cass!#ive been. talking abt this to myself for the past hour or so #snorts

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todayisawthewhxlewxrld · 3 months

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Asking for a friend, HOW DO I GET RID OF THIS DUDE.

So BASICALLY, My brother brought his friend over, which is also a sorta friend of mine, we'll call him brody for now, and I was chatting with the two as you do with your friend and brother, right? Its like 8 pm, we're on the porch, and my brother goes "I'm tired of being outside I'm going in." So obviously because idk this dude on that level, I've talked to him IN SCHOOL AND IN SCHOOL ONLY, was like "Oh yeah I'll probably go inside too" THEN MY BROTHER WITH HIS BITCH ASS SAID "You're gonna leave brody alone? Fr?" LIKE YOU BROUGHT HIM OVER. Anyways, I smacked my brother ON ACCIDENT, and he chased me into the drive way, all three of is are still talking. (Its mainly those 2), and then my brother goes inside. So I'm standing there AWKWARDLY, NO SHOES, A HUGE T SHIRT AND SHORTS COLD AS BALLS, trying to exit the convo and go inside. But he just would NOT let me go, and proceeded to start talking about how people in my group of friends have been giving him "mixed signals", I go who?? And he says nvm. Like okay FREAK wtv, but then we got on the topic of how my brother told me about Brody asking him if I liked him, I said my brother rat him out. This dude, Istg, goes "I can't believe he told you I liked you" ..... I never said that? So I was like "erm.. He never told me that..." And he WALKS BACKWARDS AND STARTS THROWING HIS HEAD AROUND LIKE HES EMBARRASSED OMG. I'm just standing there awkwardly REALLY trying to go now, because I've already got the love of my life yk? We get on the subject of smth and I go "I actually have some, do you want a couple?" He agrees, so I walk inside get shoes on and came back out then gave him the stuff. He ends up telling me to sit in the chair next to him, I'm still sitting there going "Idk its cold, and I'm kinda tired." LIKE ITS ABOUT 10 ATP, IM TRYING TO LEAAAVVEEE.

But. I'm soft hearted, I have a DIFFICULT time saying no to people so I sit. Then we're kind of chatting back and forth, but mostly silence and he keeps bringing up how hes "sooo embarrassed" abt him liking me, "have you ever... Yk.. Liked me? Because you were the one I got the most mixed signals from.." 😰 GET OUT? But I felt bad for the embarrassment and wanted to make him feel a bit better, and I was like "Erm.. Yeah I while ago before I got with ____" HE KNOWS ABOUT MY PARTNER OKAY, LIKE MY PARTNER LIVES FAR BUT I HAVE MADE IT APPARENT WITH THE PEOPLE I KNOW THAT I HAVE A PARTNER. I'VE GOT A BBG. SO HE ALREADY KNOWS HIM BY NAME. "Oh really?" Silence. "Yeahh".

LIKE I WAS BEING SO STUPID, BUT I FELT SO BAD FOR HIM.

"I can't believe you LIKED ME, what made you like me out of all people?" Dawg the way I PANICKED. "Well this was before I knew you, but it was because you were quiet and nice to my brother." LIKE THATS ALL I COULD THINK TO SAY BECAUSE I DON'T EFFING LIKE HIM BRUH. I WAS HOPING THAT HE LOST FEELINGS BECAUSE HE SAID "I used to" instead of using present tense, and I assumed we could get over it quickly and forget about it.

Nah. Tell me why. He started talking about how my WHOLE friend group has been giving him mixed signals, INCLUDING MY LESBIAN FRIEND, THE REASON? BECAUSE SHE MESSAGED HIM A LOT TALKING ABOUT HER PROBLEMS. LIKE WHAT? He mentioned another one of my friends and called her the "Chubbier big boobed girl".. Like wtf bruh? Excuse me? He said she was checking him out, so I had to bring that up to my poor friend, cause I want her to steer clear of him yk? BUT then he was talking about how he liked another one of my friends ALSO AT A POINT IN TIME, so I jokingly said "I'll put in a good word for you" this bitch. "What no?! I like YOU more." Ewwuh. I was caught off guard, but guess what. We stay strong. I mentioned his GIRLFRIEND, ANDD BROUGHT UP MY PARTNER TALKING ABOUT HOW MUCH I LOVED HIM. Later on he has the audacity to tell me I should break up with him because he lives far away from me, (no?) And even asked if I still liked him. I said in the most serious, monotoned way "I don't think so." Left it at that, HE CAN'T TAKE THE HINT, LATER AGAIN HE GOES. "What did you mean by you didn't think so? Do you not know?" I WAS TRYING TO BE NICE ABOUT IT MAN. "I do know. I don't like you like that, haha." STILL TRYING TO BE NICE AND OMFG THE EVENTS THAT FOLLOWED. I go inside, I tell my brother about everything made him SWEAR not to say shit, but ofc next day he did, idc, at least he knows that I told the fib, at least I'm prettt sure he knows. BUT THEN HE STARTS BEING EXTRA TOUCHY, AND TRYING TO SPEND RANDOM ASS TIME WITH ME AND MT FRIENDS. He always kicked the back of my legs and I reciprocated BEFORE I knew he has a thing for me, and that was on if the things he took as "mixed signals", he SHOVED hie middle finger IN MY FACE, AS IM TEXTING THE LOML, BECAUUUSEE WHY? BECAUSE HE WOULD FLIP ME OFF AND I'D DO IT BACK, BUT I STOPPED DOING THAT BECAUSE I DON'T WANT TO HANG AROUND SOMEONE WHO HAS A THING FOR ME, AND KNOWS ABOUT MY LOVER!!!!!! He basically CLUNG onto my hip ALL DAY today, he followed me around flicking me, trying to banter with me just doing a bunch of random shit that was HONEST TO GOD, starting to PISS me off. My friend had to tell him to stop flicking me, because he DIDN'T TAKE THE HINT WHEN I SIDE EYED HIM. This dude omg. My friend who he has a thing for BLOCKED him today, and he started being all sad mid class looking at me and shit, I ignored that hoe man, not getting involved because I COULD NOT care. He ended up trying to confront me by saying I haven't been really talking to him since that night, and I'm just like "okay?".

Dude, BUT WHAT MAKES ME MAD THE MOST, I was in a class with that friend and the lesbian friend, I always go to that class because I love the teacher, I WAS LATE TO MY 5TH PERIOD BECAUSE HE FOLLOWED ME IN THERE, AND HOVERED OVER ME AND MY FRIENDS. I kept telling him to move because I'M TRYING TO GO, AND MY BAG WAS NEXT TO HIM, BUT HE DIDN'T MOVE?! I literally had to shove him out of my way, I admit a bit harshly, and he still continued to follow me SIDE BY SIDE, BLOCKING my bag. Like quit fucking playing with me man, I'm trying to get to my class. So I again was just like "Get out of my way I'm trying to get my stuff" thank the LORD he listened because I would have dragged him out of the class my his hair and throw him out if he hadn't. Ended up late, and he STILL continued to follow me. Granted though, we have the same hour. I don't sit next to him because we AGAIN were never CLOSE. So I sit next to my other friends, obviously. Its all good its okay, hour ends, I meet my friends up HES STILL FOLLOWING ME, STILL BLOCKING MY WAY AND JUST HOVERING OVER ME. But wtv, I have next hour with him and I don't sit next to him so idc, and then I have one more hour, AND IM HOME.

I went home. He came home with my brother. Their other friend took them home, and stopped by a store and they got baby bottles with, HIS WORDS NOT MINE, "Choccy milk" in it. I'm in my room, they BURSTED through my door to show me this bs Idgaf abt, so I'm just like "Cool." I notice brody coming closer to my room, so I'm shutting the door, they BOTH say "Not gonna talk?"... Bruh.

"Tired, so uh nah." Shut the door. My brother then proceeds to go take a shit (lmaos I'm too immature I can't), and he messages me telling me to come be social. "Come be social mf" "I don't want toooo", "mf" "alr" "I'm gonna throw this baby bottle at you", I am seriously tired and wanting to take a nap so I just go, "😒". HE BURSTS THROUGH MY DOOR, NO CONCERN FOR WHAT I THINK ABOUT IT, AND THROWS THE FUCKING BOTTLE AT ME.

Atp I'm just annoyed so I grab it give it to him, he goes "Why don't you want to come talk to me" "I'm tired." "Well so am I?" "Okay? I'm going to bed." "Oh" "Yeah." I shut the door, he says "Not gonna dap me up?" Yeah no I don't do that shit leave me alone, I ignored him and slept like a baby.

(Hes still texting me, and Ik I was shitty for lying about it, but I panicked and thought the feelings he had for me were GONE, and didn't want him to associate the embarrassment with me, and make it awkward for all of out mutual friends. I'm wanting to block him, or unadd him wtv, but I know I'll feel bad for him, and he'll end up telling my brother, then my brother will come after me for it.)

I just have NO clue what to do, because avoiding him, and being dry, or just NOT ANSWERING isn't working. I feel like he thinks he may still have a chance, but I've established that I don't want to be involved with anyone else but my partner. WITH EVERYONE. But he's made my friend uncomfortable with the hovering and talking to her or wtv, and thats where I draw the mfing LINE. I'm atp angry and annoyed with him as a whole, and I no longer want to be nice to him. I no longer want to talk to him, and I tried so hard to be nice about it.

ALSO, he told me when he was getting mixed signals from me, and it was literally the time he was going down snowy hills and I said be careful ovee a vm, and tried to get out of conversating with him by saying I was going homework. 💀

I swear he might have a complex for girls liking him, because he LEGIT FIRMLY believes everyone I'm friends with has a thing for him, and he talks about it like he has a thing for them too. 😭

This rant was too long, but MY GOD. I feel like I'm DYING.

yeah ngl at that point u just gotta kill him or smth .

no but seriously what the FUCK.... like this is actually crazy??? the fact he thinks all ur friends has a thing for him and cant take a hint when U dont... bae i know u dont wanna but i fear u rlly should just unadd him or block him cause i genuinely think that might be the only way he'd get some SORT of hint.. even if ur brother does come after u bc of it like.. a small price to pay for a chance of freedom in my opinion...

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Chapter 17

Hanako stares blankly at her phone, specifically at a group message actively being updated.

K:[number 1 priority is figuring out who killed rui. only 1 real lead.]

H:[Um. Aren’t Shinju and I suspects too? We were attacked by Rui too after all.]

S:[I mean, we caaaan question each other if it makes you feel better. Hey Hanako, when we were having tea at your place, did either of us do Rui in?]

H:[thats not funny]

K:[agreed. waste of time. both of you have alibis that can be corroborated by adults. only lead is yasu.]

S:[You think she did it? Feels kinda obvious doesn’t it?]

K:[it is too obvious. no other lead though. might be able to get something out of her.]

H:[I want to talk to her. I’m sure she’s in shock given her friend died, but she might know something.]

K:[take shinju with you hanako. we are just covering our bases here but time isnt on our side. im sending her info now.]

S:[Uh. Do I wanna even know how you got her info?]

K:[probably not. doesnt matter. i have access to records i definitely should not have. this is an emergency.]

H:[I agree that this is important but we will need to talk about this later, Koharu.]

K:[doesnt matter. just get yasus story.]

Hanako scrolled several times through the group message as she made her way away from the apartment. She wasn’t comfortable going to someone’s house that she didn’t know, let alone someone who was regarding herself as an enemy just a short while before. Her mind had gone blank as she traveled through the residential side of town, far from her own home. Shinju’s words had long since become static in her mind.

She was only shaken from her trance as Shinju’s hand came down on her shoulder. “Hey! We’re here, right? This is the place Koharu told us to come to, anyway.” During Hanako’s trance, they had made their way through the lobby of an apartment building, and now stood in front of a plain, unassuming door.

Said door opened without either Shinju or Hanako knocking, and a short girl with short black hair stared the pair down. She was wearing an oversized black T-shirt with a wasp on the front and matching, baggy black sweatpants, a yellow stripe going down the side of her legs. “What do you want, Sasaki?” Yasu’s voice cut just as deep as it did when they fought before.

Hanako had started to speak, tripping over her words before Shinju took over. “We’re with the Newspaper Club. We’re trying to figure out who, uh… well, who killed her. Mind if we ask some questions?”

“Not if you’re with those two piece of shit counselors. They put you up to this, right?” Before Yasu could slam the door, Shinju’s palm caught the front, the sharp slap causing Hanako to jump.

“We’re not on good terms with them either. Look, we just wanna figure out who did this. See, we were trying to clear Rui’s name for that broken window before all this shit got out of hand.”

Yasu’s eyes widened. “…That’s not… But I can’t say I don’t believe you, either…” She stood there for awhile longer, then let the door open completely, standing off to the side. “Come on in, then. We should talk.” Shinju and Hanako entered Yasu’s apartment, the latter looking around with more naked paranoia and edginess than was necessary. “For the love of— I’m not going to attack you. Do I look like I’m in any condition to fight anything right now? Especially since you brought your friend with you this time.”

Hanako sighed, entering completely and joining Shinju in sitting down at a small table near the living room window. “S-So, um… are your parents home?”

“No. Let’s not waste any time, alright? You’ll be wanting my alibi, if I had to guess.”

Shinju once again took control of the conversation and nodded before speaking. “If you’d be so kind, yeah. Where were you the day before she died?”

“I was doing something for Rui. Something I regret, and probably something that inadvertently led to all of this going down the way it did.”

“Care to elaborate?”

“Sh-Shinju!” Hanako’s head turned swiftly to stare wide-eyed at Shinju.

Yasu shook her head. “No, she’s got the right of it. Rui, she… she got really freaked out after you two managed to stand up to her. She said she would need the strength of an army to take you two down, and that’s what she did. You two know what kind of person Rui is, right?”

“She wants to be the best, no matter the cost. Being on top, it’s her all consuming thought. It doesn’t matter who she has to trample on to get to the top. Well, that’s just how she is. And if she can’t get her way, she’ll look for someone weak to take it out on. I’ve just never seen her go to lengths like this before.”

“I know you lot won’t believe me, but I can tell you she wasn’t always like this. It was my third year of middle school, and I was touring the high school. I had options, you see. My folks travel a lot, so I could’ve gone to school anywhere. While I was touring, Head Counselor Nagano left me alone around the track. God knows what was going through her head. Well, a couple of third years started giving me a hard time.”

“Rui didn’t like that. She was already known as a threat at that point, so when she stepped in, they started throwing around accusations about an old friend of hers. But Rui didn’t get angry, she just called their bluff. Asked those girls if they wanted to know if the rumors of what she did to Toi Kanashimi were true or not, and they bailed. Cowards…”

“That was how we met. I didn’t know what she was really like. All I knew was that this second year stood up for me. When my parents settled on enrolling me in this school, I tried to stay close to her. She didn’t seem to mind. I asked her about it once. She told me that she felt like I ‘got it’. How unfair this world was, how people get trampled on for no reason. She didn’t wanna see people going through it that didn’t deserve it.”

“I found out before long that she wasn’t really that much better, just more self-righteous about it. But I couldn’t get away, you see. Not out of fear, nothing like that. But I wanted to be on the other side of it for once. I turned a blind eye to Rui blinding another girl. Convinced myself that she deserved it. Oh, don’t look at me like that, Sasaki.”

Hanako jumped again, unaware that she was casting a judgmental gaze Yasu’s way. “…You’re right. Please, continue.”

Yasu sighed. “Let’s skip ahead a bit. Rui comes up to me one day, telling me about you, Sasaki. That you’re some stuck up rich kid who messed up her jacket, and didn’t wanna pay for it. Part of me knew it wasn’t like how she described, but I couldn’t stand the idea of someone, especially one of us,” she added, pulling out her Soul Gem and shaking it gently, “trying to throw weight around.”

“So uh… sorry and all that, I guess. But after that, she decided to take you out herself. That didn’t go so well. After I pulled her out of the fight, she decided to take that army thing quite literally.”

Pulling out a pen and some paper from a nearby drawer, she writes down several names. “She forced some girls to make contracts, using their wishes to make her stronger or something. And I helped.”

Hanako stood up, quivering a bit, the air in the room going still. “How… how could you do something like—”

“Peer pressure and loyalty are a hell of a drug, Sasaki. If you want me to face some kind of reckoning for it, find a Magical Girl court and I’ll gladly stand trial. Until then, maybe ask these girls their story? My alibi is that I was overseeing their contracts with Kyubey and helping them with the basics of fighting. So they could protect Rui, you see.”

“I wanted to stop her. I know you won’t believe me, but I was an inch away from confronting her. This wasn’t right, none of it was. But I stood by, and now… this is the result.”

It was Hanako’s hand that came down on the table, making Shinju jump this time. “K… Kyubey would never do anything like that! Granting wishes that would just… benefit someone else, under pressure like that…”

Yasu merely scoffed. “You have a -lot- to learn, Sasaki, if you think that sunshine and rainbows yarn Kyubey spun meant a damn thing. Now go on. Talk to those girls, get their story. …And let me grieve in peace, okay?”

* * *

K:[that was a lot. ok. gonna sound dangerous but we need to split up. hanako can track down akari and chiemi. *Koharu has attached a file! shinju can go question niko. *Koharu has attached a file! i will find mirai and miho. any danger and we meet up right away. got it? send a blank message and that will mean emergency.]

H:[Akari and Chiemi? They’re always together aren’t they?]

K:[probably. safe bet. akari has notes of being too quiet in class. be on guard chiemi might be a guard dog.]

S:[Heh. Now that image is stuck in my head. Thanks! Niko should be easy enough to find. I’m on it!]

Shinju gave Hanako an encouraging pat on the shoulder before starting off. “It’ll be fine, Hanako. We’ll meet up soon, ‘kay?” Before Hanako could reply, Shinju was out of sight.

Hanako herself was barely aware of leaving Yasu’s home and returning to the street in front of the building. She stared down at her phone again.

K:[be careful both of you. newborn magical girls seem volatile. no offense.]

H:[Understood. Be safe yourself, Koharu. You’re meeting two of them alone, and you’re not even a Magical Girl.]

K:[doesnt matter. ill be fine. got a way out if things get rough.]

Hanako didn’t get a reply when she asked what Koharu meant, so she took it as a sign to get on with her own investigation.

S:[so I think I found the place but are you sure??? this girl’s well off enough to go to private school if she lives here!]

K:[i confirmed the address myself when i looked through nikos records. this is the place.]

“Heh, if ya say so, Koharu.” Shinju pocketed her phone, smiling for a moment at the image on her lock screen, then entered the building before her.

The apartment building eclipsed even Hanako’s apartment, both in size and in décor. Red carpet lined the way from the entrance towards the front desk. No one was sitting there, so Shinju made her way straight to the elevator, and pressing the button marked “13”. She had to hand it to Koharu. Her methods were sketchy at best, but she produced results. Niko Segawa’s address was about as clear and detailed as it could have been.

As the door opened, Shinju met the stare of a girl nearly exactly her height, short and messy blonde hair loosely hung behind her, with bangs covering her caramel brown eyes. At least, until she hastily brushed them aside. “Y-You’re—!”

Shinju held up a hand in a casual greeting, showing a warm smile. “Shinju Hayama, Newspaper Club. Doin’ some off-the-record work trying to figure out this, uh… dirty business with Tomato— er, Rui Tomatsu. Got a sec?”

A sigh of both relief and exasperation followed, the girl turning her head away. “I thought you were gonna tell me you’re questioning me on behalf of the defense force or something. God knows the cops have been in and out all goddamn week.” She turned to face Shinju again, holding a hand out. “Niko Segawa, but you knew that already. C’mon, my place is just down the hall.”

Shinju shook her hand, then began walking right behind Niko as she turned to make her way back towards her apartment. “Were you going somewhere, Niko?”

Niko sighed as they reached the door to Niko’s apartment. “I wasn’t trying to run away or anything. I just wanted some air. May as well put that off though. What’re you here for?”

The pair walked through a large, lavish apartment, ivory columns extending to a vaulted ceiling. This was definitely more luxurious than Hanako’s place, that was for sure. Niko led Shinju through the main room, towards a balcony overlooking a vast majority of Mitakihara City. Shinju leaned against the railing. “Woooow, what a view! Ah, I just wanted your alibi for the night Rui died, nothing major.”

“Didn’t I already give you all that?”

“I’m not the cops, Niko. I’m just a reporter for a school paper.”

Another sigh left Niko’s lips as she turned to face the glass door, leaning on the railing beside Shinju. “Right. Well, I got a creepy set of calls and messages from Rui. She said she was on her way, said she had dirt on me if I didn’t ‘make a wish’ for her, whatever that meant. She never showed up. Next thing I know, I see her dead body on the news.”

“Wait, wait wait wait. You didn’t make a wish?”

“What does that even mean?! Don’t tell me you’re in on whatever bullshit Rui was up to, too!”

“If you didn’t make a wish, then…!” Shinju made for the door, only to stop as she felt Niko’s hand on her shoulder.

“What the fuck are you talking about?! What does any of this mean?! A-And why is this happening to me?! First, Rui tells me she has dirt on me, which is terrifying enough, given how important my dad is, then she dies, now this?! It’s too much! So please, just tell me what’s going on!”

Shinju only gave a sidelong glance, awkwardness pouring through her expression. “Erm. Don’t you have any friends you can confide in?”

“You haven’t heard? Those other girls talk behind my back all the time at school, spreading rumors… You must not be paying attention if you really don’t know who I am!”

“I, uh, I really don’t. First year, remember? Well… uh… hm.” Thinking for a moment, Shinju then pulls out her phone. “Here. If ya need to vent, I’ll be around later tonight. But I really do gotta go. If you’re not the killer and all, I gotta track down the real perpetrator, y’know?”

Niko seemed to think about it, then pulled out her own phone, sharing contact information with Shinju as she released her shoulder. “R… Right. I’ll take you up on that. So I’m clear, then?”

“Yep! All clear!” Giving a salute, Shinju returned her phone to her jacket pocket, then swiftly slid the door open, making her way out of Niko’s apartment before she could say anything else. Once clear of the building, she sighed and pulled her phone out again.

S:[Sooooo Niko’s clear. She’s not even a magical girl. Says Tomato was on her way to force her to make a wish, but never showed up.]

K:[that gives us a clearer timeframe. rui was killed before she could get to niko. hanako, any word from the others?]

H:[I’m en route now. My senses are overloaded though. They’ve both contracted all right.]

S:[I got the address here. Need some backup?]

H:[*Hanako is typing...]

K:[shes been typing for awhile now. shinju go check on her ok?]

“So tell me again what happened.” Koharu locked her phone and held it down, but kept it in her hand. “You two told me you’re both each others’ alibi?” She was staring between two nervous, anxious looking girls. One had light red hair, resting disheveled between her shoulder blades. The other, half a head shorter, wore short brown hair, neater than her companion yet still showing signs of unease and a lack of sleep.

The red haired girl spoke first. “You hard of hearing or something, Shirahara? I told you, I was here with Mirai the whole night, and we slept overnight here.” She motioned around to the walls of the warehouse they were standing in, the building abandoned and in disrepair. “She’ll tell you the same thing.”

“Mm… just like Miho said.” The other girl, Mirai, spoke in a much more timid, quiet voice, not making eye contact with Koharu as she sat down, hugging her knees. “Yasu told us about… our new lives and all. After we made our wishes for Tomatsu.”

Koharu folded her arms, still looking back and forth between Miho and Mirai. “So you two learned how to live as Magical Girls, then stayed here together? All night?”

“Whoa whoa whoa! It’s not like that, Shirahara!” Miho’s tone was defensive, and she was practically shouting. “We just… ugh. May as well just say it. We can’t really fight on our own. So we decided to stick together. Alright?”

Mirai sighed, looking down. “Just so. Our powers aren’t really suited for fighting alone. But together… at least, when we’re around someone else, my powers are more effective. It kind of took Tomatsu and Yasu by surprise, to be honest, once they learned what I could—”

Her words were cut off by a buzzing phone in Koharu’s hand, and she swiftly turned to leave. “Whoa, you’re leaving already?” Miho’s voice was laced with impatience.

“Got what I need. You two are clear. Narrowed it down, anyway.” Before either could reply, Koharu left the building.

S:[I got the address here. Need some backup?]

H:[*Hanako is typing...]

K:[shes been typing for a long while now. shinju go check on her.]

S:[On it!]

H:[I’m okay. Was a misunderstanding, but Shinju is here now. Don’t worry, okay?]

K:[its one of those two hanako. just got alibis out of mizutani and kawakami. be extra careful.]

Two more girls, this time confronted by Hanako. One with long hair, tall and lanky, and another, short hair and meek, hiding in a corner behind the other. The taller girl spoke first. “We’ve had enough accusations from the goddamn police today, the last thing we need is you nosy, ignorant assholes bringing it up. We don’t know a goddamn thing. What more do you want?”

“…I’m… not with the police, Takahata-san. I’m with—”

The taller girl slammed her fist into the nearby wall, causing both Hanako and the other girl to flinch. “I know damn well who you are, Hanako Sasaki! You’re with the Newspaper Club. Trust me, you lot aren’t the only ones who know how to dig for information.”

“Calm down, Chiemi… she hasn’t accused us of anything yet.” The smaller girl hid her head in her folded arms, curled up in the corner and trembling in obvious fear and a lack of sleep. “Please?”

Shaking her head, the other girl, Chiemi, turned to gaze out the window of the small bedroom she was standing in. “You’re too soft sometimes, Akari. You know that, right?”

“Regardless… I have questions.”

“Do you even know what you’re doing?” Chiemi spat back. “What would you even do with the truth, anyway? Go to the police? Good fucking luck. Publish this in the paper? The school would lock your asses up, and that stupid cat thing would bring hell down on your head. So what are you gonna do, Hanako?”

Hanako didn’t flinch this time, not looking away from Chiemi’s fiery gaze, knowing exactly what answer she was looking for. “…We labored to clear Tomatsu’s name for the incident with our club room. Horrible though she was, this was the one crime which Rui Tomatsu did not commit.”

Akari looked up, a horrified look in her eyes. “Y-You mean…?”

“I will confront Rui Tomatsu’s killer. If there is no justice for Magical Girls in the world of humans…,” Hanako held out her left hand, a rapier appearing in her palm, pointed at the ground, “…then we must make our own. Is that not so, Chiemi Takahata?”

Chiemi’s hand balled into a fist as it dove into her jeans pocket. “You little—”

“Whoa whoa whoa WHOA! Stoooop!” Shinju’s voice echoed down the hallway before she appeared in the doorframe behind Hanako, hands on her knees and panting heavily. “Jeez, Hanako! Chill! Why’s it always gotta be a fight with you, huh?”

The rapier quickly vanished from Hanako’s hand, and she looked down. “…S-Sorry…” She then pulled out her phone, realizing that she hadn’t sent the message she intended to, which had told Koharu that she arrived at Chiemi and Akari’s location. She had been distracted by arguing from within once she got there, and decided to investigate that first.

Shinju quickly pulled out her phone as well, seeing Hanako’s revised message and nodding. “So let’s try this a different way. What did Tomato make you lot wish for?”

Akari stifled a little giggle at the name, which in turn, put a little smile on Shinju’s face. “Well… um… she wanted us to make her stronger. I don’t understand though. She was always so powerful, even when she was just the school’s bully.”

Chiemi’s face sunk, the anger fading quickly. “It must not have been enough. At this point, she must have wanted to become a god or something. Not that it worked. So much for making me wish for her to be impervious to harm, given the state of the body.”

Hanako’s eyes widened, and she recalled her conversation with Yasu at the same time. She recalled hearing about how Rui wanted to be on the top of everything, no matter what. How she spoke of Rui in the present tense, as if she were still alive. Kyubey’s words before Hanako made her contract, in how durable a Magical Girl really was, and finally, Chiemi’s wish. Before she could utter a word, she dashed out of the bedroom, down the hall and with the slam of the front door, Hanako was out of the house completely, only a large gust of wind to indicate which direction she was going.

“What the hell?!” Shinju quickly retrieved her phone.

S:[hanako! wtf why did you take off like that!!!]

K:[whats going on]

S:[We got chiemis wish but then hanako looked like she saw a ghost and flew off!]

K:[what was her wish exactly?]

S:[she said she was forced to wish rui impervious to harm or something like that.]

K:[and this revelation caused hanako to run?]

S:[yeah! hanako dang it answer the phone!]

K:[its as i thought then. akari fueki killed rui tomatsu]

S:[how do you know that???]

K:[simple. mirais description of her powers didnt add up. once she told me she fell asleep after miho it became obvious to me. ask akari again about her whereabouts last night. tell her that we know mirai can teleport over long distances.]

“Well?” Shinju, now completely pale, cast a hard gaze towards the corner where Akari sat. “Where were you last night, again? Somewhere far from here, I bet?”

Chiemi reached into her pocket again. “Be careful what you say, Hayama—”

“Was it somewhere only someone who could teleport get you back and forth from? Like, say, the school’s track field?”

Both Chiemi and Akari froze, the latter also going pale. She said nothing, and it took a minute before Chiemi could find the words herself. “…It wasn’t long after Yasu left us here. Mirai showed up, talking about knowing where Rui would be, and that we didn’t have much time before she reunited with Yasu. They were on their way to get Niko to make her wish, and then Rui would be invincible. We… we had to stop her.”

“When we got there, Rui didn’t notice us at all. She wasn’t even playing dumb like she likes to do when she’s stalking someone to knock down. I got a clean hit on her, and it knocked her off balance. Mirai dove for her legs to knock her down, but… I didn’t know Akari had that knife on her.”

Once again, Akari went stiff and silent, burying her head in her arms. Chiemi glanced down at her before resuming her story. “I’ve never seen anything like it. But by the time it was over, we all kinda just… came back to our senses, and we noticed Rui was completely torn up. Mirai took us here, and that was the end of it. Hayama, you can’t even think about going to the police—”

“I don’t care about that! Look, you wished for her to be immune to damage or whatever, right? Well, what if that wish actually -worked-?” Chiemi’s eyes widened in a terrifying realization. “We have to go after Hanako. -Now-.”

* * *

Hanako had practically flown on the wind towards the school. Luckily, the police tape was all that remained of the crime scene. Investigators had inevitably returned to their offices to analyze evidence and draw conclusions. Unfortunately for Hanako, police tape was all that remained of the crime scene.

Making her way shakily to the track, the chalk outline was all that remained of the original scene. Standing in the middle of the track, Rui Tomatsu slowly turned to cast a sidelong glance Hanako’s way. A sick smile lit her face, with large patches of dried blood matting her hair and peeling in flakes on her cheek. “Well. You sure saved me some time, Sasaki.”

<= Chapter 16 ~ * ~ * ~ Chapter 18 =>

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The Seventh

cw: sub!ayato, dom!reader, edging, semi-public sex

a/n: so yeah, im back! just got a bit too busy unfortunately.

Ayato was lucky.

He was lucky with how thick his clothes were. If not for that, he was sure that there would be a wet spot on his pants right now. He didn’t know if the good karma was finally catching up to him especially since he’s been such a good boy for you but he’s extremely lucky that the person he’s currently conversing with was Arataki Itto, who’s not the smartest in picking up things.

“Hmmf–” He bit his tongue, unable to bear the slight wind on the back of his neck.

You were so mean for edging him like this, you said it’d only be a week so he’s been patient. Today was the seventh day and he couldn’t wait to get home, just a few more hours, he thought.

He couldn’t focus on anything, Itto talked too fast and he couldn’t think straight. He wished that he’d be on all fours instead, all spread out by you. He tried to clear away his dirty thoughts, trying to contain himself. Oh, he wanted to feel your hands all over his body. The way you nipped his skin, leaving marks for him to always appreciate whenever he bathed himself.

Ayato flinched when he felt a glare staring at him. He knew that it was you, but no matter where he looked, he couldn’t exactly pinpoint where you were.

A moan escaped from his throat when he felt two hands on his shoulders. Itto quickly took them off and looked at him with an eyebrow raised, but ignored the weird reaction. “Anyways that’s about it! You were kinda off today, not gonna lie. Have you been eating beans? You totally are. I get it. You can eat it but I’m telling you, it gives–“

He was taken aback, that surprised the hell out of him. He really needed to get home, preferably sleeping in your arms.

He bid the oni a goodbye and sighed in relief, he didn’t understand a single thing he said but he’d rather not be sitting quietly and signing off paperworks while Thoma stared daggers. He’d been already caught by him once while you two were having sex and he was traumatized, not being able to look straight into his eyes for a week.

“Looks like you’ve been through a lot today, haven’t you?” You stated, walking out of the shadows and smiling at the flushed Ayato.

He took a hold of your hand, gripping it tightly as he looked at you with almost tearing eyes. You wiped his eyes with your fingers, not wanting it to stain his beautiful face. If you wanted to make him cry, you’d do it with pleasure. “I’m sorry, darling. It’s not time yet, besides, we’re in public right now.”

“(Name)…I-I can’t. I need you.” You swallowed. How dare he speak like that? “Ayato. Don’t get carried away. I might just lose control of myself.”

“Please?”

Now, he’d done it.

You would have never expected Ayato to be this desperate, not that you were complaining. When you proposed edging him, it was all in good fun. To think he’d actually go this far wasn’t something you would have guessed.

“Keep quiet now, will you?” You whispered in his ears, watching as he squirmed with every touch you gave him while trying to keep the noises down, not wanting to tarnish his reputation just in case someone comes by.

“(Name), wait–ah!“ He moaned, your hands underneath his pants. It wasn’t an understatement to say that he was overly sensitive as he came from just a few touches of your fingers on his cock.

As you were about to give him a handkerchief, he mentioned your name in a sultry manner. You grinned, seeing Ayato lower his pants for you and showing off his ass while he tilted his head. “You’re such a fucking slut, aren’t you?”

“Only for you, (Name).”

You pinned his arms to the wall, giving him exactly what he wanted. You inserted yourself into him, leaving Ayato gasping for air. He missed this feeling. The feeling of being spread apart by you and tightening up with any kind of friction that you make as you move.

“M-More!”

He’d already orgasmed twice but that didn’t matter as the overwhelming pleasure left him drunk on you. His pants were completely on the floor, his own cum leaking down his thighs. You fucked him as if he was a cat in heat, couldn’t just leave your poor boy hanging, could you?

You unconsciously slowed down when you heard footsteps coming near you.

“Ayo, Kamisa-bro! You still around?”

It was the oni from before.

Ayato kept his lips shut, not wanting to get caught. However, you had other plans. You went at a much more rigorous pace, making Ayato tear up as he tried his best not to make any noises. You were hitting his prostate with each motion, bringing him to another climax.

“(N-Name), hold on.”

“I just remembered the way you moaned for him when you’re only supposed to do that for me.”

He found it sweet that you were jealous, then realized that this wasn’t the time for that. “I-I’m sorry-hah! But, can we talk about this l-later?”

“Then prove it to me.”

“Prove what?”

“That you’ll only mewl like that for me.”

He didn’t get what you meant at first but once he thought about it more, he knew exactly what you were getting at.

You were going to continue fucking him until he comes and he mustn’t make a single noise while Itto was around.

Shit.

You grabbed him by the waist and went deeper, you were truly going to make this hard for him, weren’t you?

His legs were quivering, it was a wonder how he was still able to stand up. “Mmf–“ He held out for a week, surely he could do this with no problem.

“N-No more…” He pleaded, his breathing getting heavier as neared another orgasm.

“You didn’t even finish our one-week game. Surely, you’ll make up for it with this one.” You weren’t even sure if he could still hear you at this point, already intoxicated and letting out whimpers that got louder as the time went on.

He was so helpless when it came to you. Looks like you’ll have to step in.

Ayato came with your hand covering his mouth as he yelped, muffling his voice while his dick continued soaking the pants underneath him.

“You’re such a good boy.”

Ayato looked up, confused as he sat on the ground. “I-I didn’t…”

“You stayed quiet, didn’t you?”

“I did. However-”

“Shush now, darling.” You replied, giving him a kiss as you helped him stand up.

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