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Upside Down- CH 10

Author's Notes: I know I try to exchange and do one chapter of Tainted Reflections and Upside Down at a time, but I have brainrot for this plot right now. I couldn't even wait till tomorrow to post it. I hope you guys enjoy!

Warnings: Violence, Death, Cussing, Weapons. As Always, Read Safely!

Word Count: 7409

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Breaking Old Ideals

A wave washed over you all, one of anger and hatred and Envy. The time was now. You had minutes to get ready, if even that. You looked back at the sleeping humans, watching their faces remain peaceful despite all they had been through. Levi had tossed and turned a little throughout his sleep, almost slipping out of bed, but you kept him from falling to the floor, tucking the blanket in around his side. With a sigh, you shook your head. You desperately wanted to do this on your own. What a blow to the gut to know you needed these two for the plan to work, the insane plan you’d come up with in the last few hours. Who knew if it was going to even work? And was it worth putting the two humans at risk?...

You tugged the blanket off the both of them, shaking the both of them harshly till they woke up. “Wha…what is it?” Mammon groaned, blinking at the light and rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

“Lifia is coming, we have to go.” You glanced over at Levi who, against all odds, was still trying to curl up and go back to sleep. You picked him up easily and set him in a chair instead. “We don’t have much time!” With a shove and a bit of in-game magic, you handed Levi his metal armor and equipped Mammon fully. “Let’s go over the plan.”

“Since- Since when did we have a plan? Why is she coming for us anyway?! We’re not leveled for that!” Levi shouted, the last bit of grogginess leaving his voice with his panic.

You helped Levi put on his chestplate, rushing to go grab his shoes. Why were humans so slow?! “For one, I wasn’t exactly encouraged to escape. And I might’ve…possibly blown up part of her castle.” One of the humans opened their mouth to retort to that, but you didn’t give them the chance. “Secondly, she sent that whole army to kill Mammon, and not only are you still alive,” you glanced up at your pact-mate…well, the one being mentioned, “but we destroyed her army. Not to mention, I just made a pact with you!” You took Levi by the shoulders and jostled him a little, trying to snap him out of his weird little gaze as you dressed him. “Need I remind you that she’s obsessed with you? The moment she finds out we have a pact together, it’s over. Game over. Life over!” Levi suddenly seemed to almost regret his decision, not that you blamed him. You tugged him up out of his seat, grabbed Mammon’s hand, and booked it out of the house. A little light glowed between your fingers as you summoned the whistle. With a brisk blow, a high pitched melody echoed through the streets. A few seconds later, your white horse galloped in your direction. Knowing what you wanted without asking, Mammon climbed up easily. Levi struggled a bit with the weight of his armor. You pushed him up there and settled him in the saddle. You pointed towards the northwest, the general location of somewhere you had passed during your escape. “Start heading in that direction. Don’t slow down. Mammon, use your stealth. Levi, use your new pact ability to mimic Mammon, if it works like I assume it does, you'll be able to copy Mammon’s powers. You’ll both be cloaked for a while.”

“Wait, wait, wait, you’re going too fast and explaining nothin’ to us! What happened to telling us about the plan?!” Mammon held onto the reins, but kept the mount from moving. “And why’re you talking like we’re leavin’ you behind?!”

“Because you are. Only for a little bit. For the plan to work, we need to be as high of a level as we can get. We’re all still too low. Once I’m done I’ll grab another horse and meet you two out there. Just remember to go straight towards the smoke, okay?” You reached up, guiding Levi’s arms to hold onto his brother, making sure Mammon’s boots were firm inside the stirrups. “We’ll get you guys home, I just need you focused.” Both their eyes hovered over you nervously, confused. Before either of them could speak further, you commanded the horse to move forward, both humans speeding down along the path towards the outside of the city. This would work…it had to work.

A little bit of you felt strangely bad for sending them off alone, but you didn’t want them to see this. You didn’t need them to participate. This was better off left to the demons. Even if this town was completely fake, you were worried the two humans might still harbor some sense of morality. So you’d do the dirty work for them. No NPC was safe, no items locked tightly enough away. You stole, destroyed, obliterated these non-human images without a second thought. Anything that could give you an ounce of XP you went for. You wouldn’t be satisfied till you went over every inch of this place, leveling up as close to Lifia as you could.

The citizens were too easy. The soldiers were a bit harder to deal with. It seemed the further you went on a rampage, the harder the enemies got. Just like regular humans, more and more determined to strike you down. If only they would’ve just worked together and sent everything they had at once at you, then you might’ve slowed down, but no, they always had some hubris, waiting till the very end to give it all they had. Mages fired down arrows of pure magic, soldiers carrying immensely large shields and spears tried attacking you from a safe distance. Even in the shadows, it seemed assassins were ready to strike you down. But you wouldn’t be taken so easily. Not here. Not now.

It wasn’t until dust rolled over your shoe, complete silence filling the town till you looked up at your level now. Ninety-one. Using every item available in your inventory, you used whatever would give you more points. You burnt through old weapons, used up amulets, broke level gems. Ninety-three. Still seven whole levels below the Demon Lord. It would have to do. You dashed back to the town’s stables, snatching a horse covered in a dark-brown coat, tugging it out of its pen. With a graceful twist, you landed on its back. You heard a rumble off in the distance. A giant black cloud was making its way towards the town. That was Lifia, surely. Time to catch up to the humans.

You snapped at the reins, your new mount sprinting through the desolate city, through a hole that had been punctured through the high stone wall. A little tug sent the horse in the right direction, towards a little pillar of black spiraling through the sky, towards the craggy outline etched into the horizon, towards the volcano. It was a rushed plan sure, a risky one, but it was all you could think of. What do you do when you have an enemy you can’t out-strength? You use your surroundings. You find something stronger. Of course, there was no way of knowing if this would even work. But it was worth a try.

You spotted the little white dot that was your horse sitting at the base of the volcano. Your new mount was pushed to its physical limits, sprinting forward as fast as it could manage. As soon as you were close enough, instead of waiting around for the horse to slow down, you jumped off, hitting the ground running, stumbling a little, but still moving. “Mammon, Levi, are you here?” You shouted.

Two shapes rippled before the humans unveiled themselves for you, looking nervous, unable to miss the large angry mass that was approaching you all in the sky. You took their arms and began dragging them up the volcano, the air around you all going heavy with heat. “What’re we doing here?” Mammon asked, and while he was the more agile of the two, even he seemed to struggle to keep up with your pace.

You went to talk, but Levi spoke for you. “It’s- It’s like a final showdown! The last epic battle, taking place above a raging blaze! Definitely final boss material!”

“I’m hoping we won’t have to do much fighting…It’s a last resort.” You admitted. With a little tug, you brought them up to the rim of the volcano, listening to the churning of lava beneath you all. The smoke was thick, the heat was immense. It was all the three of you could do to simply breathe. Although, even as the volcano rumbled beneath you all, you could still hear the roar that was vastly approaching. You didn’t have long left at all. So, with the last few minutes you had, you explained the plan. The looks they were giving you were clearly uncertain. “Levi…this is dangerous…but are you willing to do it? You can back out if you wish.”

He was crucial for this plan to work. You were hoping he would be on board, but you didn’t blame him if he changed his mind. He looked around him, like he was taking in everything all at once, like this world had just sunk in. These humans…were ready for it to go wrong, and either they were naively hopeful, or they had made their peace with the potential end. “No. I want to do this. I trust you.” Then he looked over his shoulder at his brother. “And…while I hate to admit it, I trust you too, Mammon. I’m- I’m- I’m trusting you with my life, okay? And…if we don’t make it out of here, I want you to know that…you weren’t a bad older brother.”

Mammon appeared a bit stunned at those words, and instead of being proud, he looked a bit sad. “Shuddup! I don’t want to hear it! Don’t say stuff like that! We’ll get out of here, all of us!” He came over to punch Levi in the arm before walking off, disappearing into shadow.

Now you were alone with Levi. You strode over to a little outcropping of rock that jutted out further than the rest of them, almost like it was a little platform. It allowed you to stand right over the pit of lava, like it was intentionally made, and who knew, perhaps it was. It suited your purposes just fine anyway. “Are you afraid?” You asked him as he came to stand right beside you, trying not to watch the way disturbed pebbles and chunks of rock plummeted towards the sea of death below.

“O- Of course,” he muttered. “I’m so terrified, I can’t think straight. But…I feel…like I can move forward anyway.”

“You humans are always so contradictory and ridiculously determined…” You shook your head at him but found it in you to smile a little bit. It was weird, smiling again at a human. You’d done it with Mammon before, and now you were doing it to Levi. How strange. “I–”

Words of support didn’t come in time though. It wasn’t long before the light got snuffed out by rolling black clouds. Sparks of red lightning struck the air around it. Everything above and below you seemed to surround you in a dangerous wrath. As if this pit of lava wasn’t intimidating and dramatic enough… Lifia seemed to fall from the sky, landing in front of you with nothing but pure murderous rage in her eyes. There was a bit of silence as you stared at each other, tension straining between you two. Although, the scowl on her face, the mess of her hair, the frustration in her features, it had you grinning. She knew she had underestimated you. She should’ve destroyed you while she had the chance. The silence didn’t last forever, she pulled out her weapon, lunging straight for you. “You pathetic, little–” She gasped so hard, the air caught in her throat.

Levi was struggling over the lava pit, eyes frantic, sweat dripping down the side of his face. He was in your grasp. As he dangled in the air from your hands, he gripped at your body. You stared Lifia down, finally glad to see her scrambling. “Hurt me and he drops,” you threatened.

The ‘Demon Lord’ crumbled. This high and mighty persona that she tried to present herself to be was nothing more than a character she put on for Levi. You knew what she was. It doesn’t take too much for a demon of Envy to break. She dropped her weapon, her hands tugging at the hair atop her head. “It’s not fair!” The howl she screamed sent your ears ringing. Red lightning from above you rumbled and flashed, striking parts of the volcano, making the entire mountain rumble. Large chunks of stone were cut from their place, falling into the lava. Suddenly the rock you were in didn’t appear as stable as you thought it would be… “Everything I did…everything I built…everything I gave…it was for Levi. He’s mine! I deserve him!”

Your heart pounded heavily in your chest. This was your plan, it was all following your expectations…yet…what happened to your resolve? It suddenly…was gone. You looked over at Levi, your human which you were holding over an assured death. You…couldn’t… Levi glanced at you, and then at Lifia. All the sudden, this human had more courage than you did, which was saying something. “Hey, Demon Lord!” He shouted, catching her attention. She seemed to glow when he addressed her. “If you want me… Save me!” In a swift action, he pulled out his sword, jabbing the hilt into the back of your hand. Reflixily, your fingers loosened. You let him go.

“Levi!” Lifia shrieked, running over to the edge. She went to cast a spell, but before she could, you pushed her. Now they both were falling, towards the lava, towards death. Her cast still went off though. A gnarled black vine twisted around Levi’s arm and connected to her. All she wanted to do now was pull him into her arms, it seemed, have him for a moment at last.

A flash manifested itself by Levi. Mammon grabbed his brother, pulled out a knife to cut the vine away, and then blinked away, taking Levi with him. They reappeared on the other side of the chasm, standing on a very small ledge of rock. You were right…Mammon could only blink forward, not up. They both were still far too close to the pool for you to feel comfortable. You were trying to figure out what spell would work best, but Mammon beat you to the punch. He pulled something out of his inventory, it appeared to be a scroll. He locked eyes with you from his position, showing you the item and then pointing at the sky. He sure did have a lot of faith in you to expect you to understand and react in such a short amount of time. He threw the scroll as high as he could in the air. With a gust of your wind, the paper rocketed to the sky, reaching all the way up past the edge of the crater. The scroll lit up with magic. Mammon grabbed his brother’s arm before they both teleported to where the scroll had been. With another blink, Mammon and Levi hovered over safe ground before crashing down.

Now the only one that was falling was–

Something wrapped around your leg, a weight pulling you to the floor. You had just one second to claw against the ground, to grasp at the platform’s edge. There weren’t easy places to fit your hands, you were relying on pure grip strength, which in this world, wasn’t the best. You heard your name being called by the humans. They were running around the edge to make it over to you. “Hold on! We’re coming!” They were screaming.

Beneath you, dragging you down by a thorny corrupted vine, was Lifia, who was practically brushing against the lava, her health ticking down in small sections. Rather than attempting to crawl back up, she seemed more intent at pulling you down with her. “If I can’t have him, you can’t either!” She snarled, her dying act bent on revenge. Just a little longer…you just had to hold on… Another vine tugged at one of your wrists. You dug into the stone with one hand as hard as you could, your fingers feeling like breaking, and then, you were lightweight as you slipped. The two humans reached the end of the platform just too late. They watched you plummet.

There are many things that happen right before you know you’re about to die. You mostly think about your regrets, which you had plenty of. But…as you were recalling everything you wished you would’ve changed, you were surprised to discover that meeting these two humans wasn't among them. Funny, wasn’t it? You felt a bit guilty. I’m sorry, my love, you thought to yourself. Seems my promise to only care about you has been broken. You wondered…if once you were gone…if you’d be able to see them again.

A third vine snaked around you all the sudden, tugging at your other arm. You snapped out of your daze, focusing on Levi, who was digging his feet into the ground, tugging you back up despite being steadily pulled back towards the volcano’s edge. Mammon wrapped his arms around his brother’s waist. They were both pulling you up. Below you, Lifia gasped, her hold on you going slack. “A…pact…ability? L- Levi?...Why?...” Her HP bar was almost fully depleted as she sunk into the fire. A choked sob gurgled in her throat. “Why…couldn’t…with…me? I just…wanted…” But she never got to say that last word as her body suddenly was consumed in a pillar of fire, all her sins, all her envy shooting out of her as she took her last breath. Everything was blinding. Everything seemed to go white. Everything went numb.

Your eyes opened. For a moment, you had a hard time comprehending the fact that you were even still alive, able to take in the scenery in the first place. Your body ached as you attempted to sit up, your hand coming up to your face as you groaned. Then a huge weight crashed down upon you. “You made it! You’re alive! We’re alive! We’re back home!” The two humans seemed to grapple for you until they let you go. After that, the two humans slapped each other’s palms in another high-five. Mammon was beaming, somehow radiating energy despite all that had just happened. He looked at his brother and pulled him in, giving Levi a little squeeze before pulling his head under his arm, ruffling his hair. “And it’s all thanks to this guy!”

Levi took the affection for a second with an embarrassed flush, although it was clear he appreciated it in some way. “Stop, stop it, Mammon!” He slipped out of his brother’s grasp, bouncing his body weight between his feet. “I didn’t do much, I just used the pact ability.”

“Still!” Mammon punched Levi a little in the arm. “Sharp thinking!” Levi tried to debate back, but Mammon wouldn’t let him. It was strange how an argument could be so…wholesome. At least they weren’t at each other’s throats.

However, you looked around yourself, raising a little eyebrow. When you all had disappeared, it had been night. The other two demons had been part of Lifia’s plan, but now it seemed as if they were nowhere. The three of you spawned in a small room, the smell of grime and must clinging to the papery carpet. There was one bed against the center of one of the walls in between two nightstands each with a matching lamp. “Where are we?” You asked.

The two humans suddenly stopped talking, taking their own moments to observe the room. Mammon walked over to one of the nightstands and picked up what looked to be a little flier. “From the looks of things, seems like some cheap motel. Think the demons brought us here?”

“I-If that’s the case, we should make a break for it while they’re gone, right?!” Levi raised his voice just to lower his question into a whisper at the end, eyes darting around like the other two demons might pop out of any corner.

Mammon shrugged, stepping over to where you still sat on the floor. “You’re right. Let’s get the hell out of here!” He held his hand out to you where you simply settled in silence for a moment, frowning at his palms before taking his help. He assisted in pulling you to your feet. Your mind swayed. As much as you hated to admit it, the two were right. Running now was the best option. It seems your little time in the video game world didn’t solve your exhaustion from earlier. In fact, you felt worse. If you ran into those demons again, any demons in fact, there would be little you could do to stop them. If you used much more magic, you’d collapse. You were almost in the same defenseless boat as your two companions now.

“Hold on,” you muttered just as Mammon made a dash for the door. You walked over to the bed where the magical device was laying square in the middle right over the covers. You took the thing in your hands before throwing it to the ground, your heel stomping down on the screen right after. It cracked and fizzled, sparked and gurgled before dying down completely. There. Now Lifia was gone for good, and so was the realm she had worked so hard to build. You could pity her on that one aspect. The both of you just strived to remain in your individualized ideal worlds. Yours contained no one but yourself, and Lifia’s was just her and Levi. Both your worlds were essentially broken now, shattered at your feet. However, as you were snapped out of your little daze by Mammon’s voice, you had to wonder what your ideal world was now. Once these humans were gone, once you had finished your task and were free from looking after them, would you revert back to your old habits? Was this just a temporary distraction? You bent over and scooped up the remaining pieces of the broken game, placing it in one of your pockets. You had a feeling some evidence would be crucial for explaining the situation to the prince. Mammon opened the door and waved you out. You could ask heavy life questions later.

The ‘motel’ as Mammon called it, was fairly quiet. The sun seemed to be on its path to set, although there was plenty of daylight around. You all stood on a little second floor balcony path, more doors to more rooms off to your left and right. Mammon took point here. Seems his many greedy escapades trained him for days like these. He led you both over to a set of stairs that led down to the parking lot. The human of greed looked around at the few unmoving cars, running up to the side of one. That’s when Levi started to hiss. “What’re you doing?!”

“What’s it look like I’m doin’? Be quiet!”

“Are you trying to steal–”

“Shuddup!” Now they were back to their regular bickering. However, as they growled at each other in frantic whispers, you sensed something in the back of your mind. A demon wasn’t too far away. If it was one of the two you had met earlier, you could not tell. They were too far away, which was a positive for now. There was a second presence as well, and you would assume it was the second demon, but it wasn’t…the same. It was powerful, sure, but… With a shake of your head, you grabbed Levi and Mammon by the crook of their elbows, tugging them away from the car, away from where you could sense the two auras. The humans seemed to want to say something, but after everything that had happened, they gave into your better judgements.

You let go of them after a while, taking the lead with the both of them at your sides. It wasn’t too long before you came upon a road, turning left down the sidewalk, heading nowhere in particular. “Man, I don’t recognize where we are at all…” Mammon started walking backwards, trying to look down the other side of the street. Eventually he shrugged, shoving his hands in his pockets before gasping. Both you and Levi flinched, stopping in place. “Our phones!” Mammon then shouted, pulling his device out of his pocket.

Levi’s eyes widened and shimmered, fishing around for his own phone before almost tearing up. “Sweet sweet technology!” He tapped the screen a few times before his face ran through several emotions. “Mammon, do…”

“Do I have as many missed calls from Lucifer as you do? Yeah…I don’t know if I should feel touched or terrified.” It seemed they both were leaning towards terrified. Mammon’s face turned shocked for a moment. “Hold on a minute! You mean to tell me we’ve only been gone for…for a day?!” He turned his phone screen over to Levi so his brother could take a look.

“Not even a day…like, sixteen hours it seems. Which means–” A high pitched voice began singing from Levi’s speakers, making him jolt and almost drop his precious device. He then began to panic. “Oh god, it’s Lucifer! What do we do?! Do we answer it?! Do we ignore it?! What do we say?!”

Mammon sighed, shaking his head. “We’re in hot water no matter what we say…” A more serious and somber expression painted his features. “Here, lemme handle it.” He reached his hand out, taking Levi’s phone before his brother could answer. He hit a green button on the screen and brought the phone up to his ear. You could still feel the very faint presence of a demon, so with a gentle hand on their shoulders, you guided them back into walking. “Yo,” Mammon spoke as he answered the call.

A very loud, very angry voice answered on the other end, speaking so loud you figured even a human like Levi could hear. “...Yo? Yo?!” Mammon pulled the phone a little away from his ear. “You disappear in the middle of the night, are gone for hours on end, especially after being put on house arrest, and all you have to say for yourself is yo?!” Lucifer started to rant very loudly about the state of the streets in the neighborhood, of the broken fences and crushed cars, rubble and broken concrete causing a mess. No one had figured out the cause, most assumed it was a problem with the pipes under streets, but either Lucifer had a magical sense of intuition, or he just instinctively blamed any issue no matter how ridiculous on his brothers. “What have you done this time? What ridiculous scheme have you dragged your brother into?!”

Mammon clearly was shaken, but somehow he still had a little smile on his face. He glanced over at his brother and then back over his shoulder at you. He seemed to try to convey something to you through his eyes. ‘Trust me’ it seemed to say. “You deserve to know the truth.” The words made something in your stomach drop but…you’d let him handle this… “It’s my fault,” Mammon suddenly said, making the voice on the other end go silent. “I fucked up, Lucifer. Real bad this time. Pissed off the wrong people. I never meant for anyone else to get involved, I swear. I was gonna handle it myself, but Levi tried to stop me. I’ll take whatever punishment you give me, but right now we all just want to be safe at home.” The emotions in Mammon’s voice were real, not a lie. Although you knew he was using the situation about Cash from earlier to be his excuse for what happened now. Technically a lie in its own right, but it seemed to work.

Lucifer was so quiet, you wondered if the phone call ended, but finally, you heard him speak, although just hardly audible now. “Where are you?”

“I don’t know,” Mammon answered truthfully.

“...Are you all okay?”

“A bit shaken up but I think we’re all fine. Can…Can you come get us?”

A little pause was on the other end, and for a moment it seemed as if the answer was going to be no. At least, that’s the sort of answer you’d expect from him. But then a noise rang through the phone speakers. It sounded like a car door closing. “Share your location with me now. Keep running till you feel like you’re in a safe place– a safe public space, then wait for me. If you can, find a bus stop and get to the next city over. I’m on my way.” Then the phone call ended abruptly.

Mammon sighed, but seemed to be working on what his brother asked. With a sharp breath, he clutched at his head. “Jesus, we’re ages away from home! It’s gonna take Lucifer a good few hours to catch up with us. We better try to find a bus or somethin’.”

“Hours?! What if we get found by those demons again by then?” Levi rubbed at his palms nervously.

Right before you spoke, a jolt ran down your spine. The demon’s presence that you had felt before just suddenly…was gone. Something cold settled in your stomach. Getting out of here as quickly as possible was ideal. “Lucifer’s plan is…” You couldn’t believe you were about to say this but, “right. I don’t think the demons know we’ve escaped yet. The further away we get, the harder we will be to find. Let us find this…” You paused, looking over at Mammon.

He blinked at you for a second and then beamed. “Oh, a bus? It’s like a really long car! With lots of seats inside for multiple people. They follow routes and schedules to drop people off at certain places.” Mammon seemed all too pleased to share another human fact with you, although his pride suddenly fell flat. “Sh…I don’t have money for the fare though. Do you, Levi?”

The third-born shook his head. “I- I don’t remember having my wallet with me.” He rummaged through his pockets and confirmed his suspicions with a sigh. They both looked at you.

“Why would I have human money?”

Levi looked suddenly like he was about to collapse. “I just want to be home…”

“Come on, we gotta keep movin’!” Mammon started jogging down the sidewalk. “The Great Mammon’s got a plan!”

“Ta da!” Mammon pulled a bag out from behind his back as you and Levi sat in the shade. You’d been sitting here for a while. After the three of you walked for what seemed like an hour or two, Mammon pointed to a little bench that was under some sort of canopy. A bus stop, apparently. Mammon had left you and Levi alone to go on his own little adventure, which you were loath to allow him to do, but you were beaten down. It was so hard to keep your more human form together. It was all you could focus on. No one else needed to know about your identity today. Besides, Mammon seemed adamant on going alone. Said he ‘worked better alone’, which could only mean that he was up to no good. “I got us all something to munch on while we wait! Plus enough for a ticket for each of us! Go ahead, tell me I did good!”

Levi put his phone down and grimaced. “You stole that, didn’t you?”

Mammon scoffed loudly. “If you’re gonna have such an attitude about it, you don’t get any snacks and you can walk home!”

“That’s not fair!”

“Then admit you need me!”

They already seemed to be adjusting back to their life here. The serious way they had looked at each other in the game was gone now. Although that was fine, for some reason, you almost preferred them like this, even if they did give you a headache. Mammon handed Levi a drink and some snacks before sitting on the other side of you, forcing you between them. A bag was suddenly settled in your lap. “What is this?” You picked it up in your hands. It was light and crinky.

“Huh…you don’t even have chips in your world?” Mammon raised an eyebrow at you. “It’s a snack.” He leaned next to you, his shoulder almost bumping into yours. He took hold of the bag and pulled it open. There were little flat shapes inside. “You eat ‘em!”

You handed the bag back to Mammon. “You share it with Levi, I don’t need to eat.”

“Yeah…I remember you sayin’ something like that before. You really don’t need to eat at all?” He reached a hand in the bag and ate one of the chips, passing the back over to Levi.

You shook your head. “I do not. I will not die like humans if I do not eat. Demons only eat to regain their energy, to increase their magical power. However, human food does not seem to provide as much sustenance as my world does. Eating these would not benefit me.”

“You don’t even get hungry?” Levi asked.

“I stopped feeling hunger a long time ago.” As well as many other things…

Suddenly, a cold sensation spread through your forehead. Mammon held a can up against your skin, waiting till you took it from his hands. “Have something to drink at least. Even if you don’t need to, it might feel nice.”

You rolled the can around in your hands. Maybe you would oblige him on this one. Your throat was feeling a little dry. Although…how did one…? Levi was the one to help this time, moving so fast you thought he flinched. Seems he was trying to beat his brother to the punch. He placed his fingertip against a metal tab and pulled at it till the can snapped and hissed at you. You almost jumped, making the two humans laugh at you. You frowned at both of them. Bringing the can up to your face, you smelled it before you drank it. It smelled and tasted sweet. Almost too sweet, but a tingling, almost popping sensation filled your mouth and ran down your throat. “I’ve never had anything like this before,” you admitted.

There was light-hearted conversation as the two humans explained more things to you, describing the snacks they had, their favorite drinks, candies. They both often started debates over which flavors were better, although the whole concept seemed to go over your head. You sipped on your drink as you listened to them and waited. The conversation died down soon. Perhaps the recollection of the day’s events finally came back to them, wearing them down a little. You looked between the two of them, mostly at Levi. He was staring down at his phone, so he wasn’t aware of your eyes on him. You tilted your head a bit, slipping your hand down the back of his shirt. He made a noise that seemed to be a mix of a squeak and a choke. You could feel your pact mark on him, it was still there, between his shoulder-blades.

You brought your hand back to your lap, sighing heavily. “Thank you, Levi.”

“H-Huh?”

“For saving me. It’s not every day a demon gets saved by a human…” You squinted up at the brightness of the human sky before turning back towards him.

His eyes wavered away from yours. “I’m just…glad I could do something this time…”

Mammon frowned, apparently disliking the new mood. “Aw, quit looking like that, both of ya! Weren’t we all so cool? We tricked the Demon Lord so easily! We did something people only ever do in movies! Sure, it was rough, and we were in there for forever, but we made it back again, and we’re all stronger because of it!”

Levi watched his brother speak, clearly trying not to smile. The youngest of the two suddenly groaned. “Only you would have such a stupidly positive view on it, Mammon. That experience was awful!”

“Hey! You liked parts of it!”

A very quiet and small chuckle rumbled in your chest at the two of them. Was it a brotherly thing for them to always disagree, or were these two just like that? These humans… The sun was almost fully set by the point the bus finally arrived, the sky the last few bold colors of oranges and yellows. Mammon picked up the trash and threw it away before leading you all onto the bus. He paid a man seated in the front of the vehicle and brought you all to the back where you could all sit together in peace. The other seats were almost completely empty. You all wouldn’t be bothered at least.

“This is great,” Mammon smiled. “We’ll almost be able to meet Lucifer halfway.” He started talking about where to get off, about how you all needed to remember the story. Debts, blah blah blah, kidnapping, blah blah blah. You didn’t mean to ignore him, but somewhere along the line, you tuned him out completely. You tuned everything out. You’d fallen asleep without releasing it, and by the time you were shaken awake, it was dark outside. The bus had stopped. The humans were ready to get off. As you stood, you almost felt your legs falter. Your body ached. As strange as it was…you were…looking forward to returning to the Morningstar home. It would be nice to have a private room and somewhere to sleep in at least. Somewhere to regain your strength.

You trailed behind the two humans, stepping out of the vehicle. You turned to watch its doors groan shut before the long bus drove off. “Lucifer!” Levi suddenly shouted, startling you. Glancing off to your left, you watched the eldest Morningstar fold his arms. He was standing by a sleek black car, one you recognized from the garage. He looked irritated, as he usually did, but his eyebrows were bent in a different way. Almost like he was…glad. Levi ran forward a bit, hesitating in front of his big brother before pulling him into a tight hug. Lucifer looked genuinely shocked, which was a unique expression from him. He almost tried tugging his brother off before realizing it was a futile effort, his arms lowering over his brother. Mammon headed over too, clearly wanting a hug, but feeling like he shouldn’t. You watched Lucifer roll his eyes before pulling Mammon’s head against his shoulder. The three humans embraced, saying words you didn’t bother to listen to. You could only tell that Lucifer was harshly chewing them out while somehow managing to sound concerned at the same time. He lifted both their chins and ensured they were in good health. He did smack the back of Mammon’s head though, ruining the gentle gesture. Then both Levi and Mammon crawled into the vehicle while you still stood far off down the sidewalk.

Lucifer finally seemed to address you, although it was just to shake his head at you as he opened one of the front doors. “Were you intending to walk home? For god’s sake, get in the car.” You managed to refrain from scowling at him out of a twinge of fear that he would actually leave you behind. Walking around to the other side, you opened the other front seat and sat in the chair. You looked over your shoulders at the two humans in the backseat. Dead asleep, the both of them. Traitors. Now you were left alone with…him. The oldest Morningstar looked in the rearview mirror and sighed. “Honestly…”

“They’ve been through a lot today,” you said flatly, almost like you were defending them from judgment.

The car rumbled to a soft start. It seemed much quieter than Mammon’s cars. “You almost sound as if it didn’t affect you.” The car pulled away from its parked spot and down the street. The city lights during the night weren’t a terrible sight. They almost looked like stars.

“It didn’t,” you tried to proclaim.

An infuriating noise came from his mouth, one that sounded like a conceded hum. “Oh? Then why would you explain why you look like you’re about to collapse at any second?” You gave him a murderous glare from the corner of your eye, but he seemed unaffected. “Sleep if you must.”

“No thanks,” you replied bluntly. No way were you falling asleep so close to him.

“Suit yourself.” He didn’t seem to particularly care one way or another. He touched a button on a little screen in his car. Soft classical music filled the space, quiet enough not to stir his sleeping brothers. At least it was something to fill the silence. You weren’t sure how long it had been since a word had been said, but eventually, for some odd reason, Lucifer spoke to you again. “Thank you, for helping my brothers.”

He was thanking you? Really? It felt so unnatural, you thought it almost was a joke. “What do you mean?”

“Mammon has the power to completely lose all natural sense, and Levi is such an anxious mess, I know neither of them would’ve gotten out of a situation like that unharmed. Which naturally leads me to believe you had a hand in protecting them. So, I thought I’d thank you.”

There were plenty of responses you wanted to say. Most of them were rude, which would’ve been satisfying, but eventually you just sighed. “They both deserve much more credit than you give them. Mammon might be impulsive, he might not know how to plan for the future, but he is loyal, strong-willed. Levi, he might be anxious, but his worries for how things will turn out force him to plan ahead, thinking through the steps. Because of the two of them, I got to keep my life.”

He hardly reacted to that other than suddenly gripping the steering-wheel so tightly his knuckles turned white. “I don’t need you to speak to me like you know my brothers better than I do.” An undertone of anger was in his voice.

You swear, trying to talk to this human was mostly useless, but regardless… “Just try to go easy on them. They deserve to feel safe right now.”

“Everything I do is to keep them safe.” His statement came suddenly, almost as if he didn’t intend on saying it himself. “I’m harsh on them because they all need it. If I look away, if I let them run free, then they go off and almost get themselves killed!” His voice raised, his hand pounding the steering wheel before he stopped himself. He looked at the mirror again to glance at his brothers, and then you caught him peeking at you through the corner of his eyes. You might’ve read him wrong, but he seemed almost embarrassed at expressing so much to you in this moment. He looked towards the road, eyes squinting, tired. “Your suggestion is noted, but not needed. I’m their brother. I know what it is they need.”

Is it what they need, you thought to yourself, making sure not to voice your opinions, or what you need? There was more to Lucifer than met the eye. But did you have the patience to discover it? You shrugged a bit, trying to get comfortable in the seat. Before you could fully do so, something buzzed in your pocket. You pulled out your phone, looking at a new message. It was from Simeon…

We will have a meeting in the morning. We have much to discuss. Bring Mammon and the other one with you.

You tried hard not to groan, tucking the phone back in your pocket. ‘The other one’ clearly meant Levi. The prince knew. How he knew you had no idea, but he always seemed aware of what was going on, which made the need for reports useless! You had no idea how he would react to this, and the fact that he specifically requested both humans made you a bit queasy. Out of one problem and right into another…Who knew if you’d be able to sleep tonight…

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eddiescorrodedcoffin86 · 2 years

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Happy Halloween

The Munson-Harrington’s celebrate Halloween.

Alternative to What’s That?

No warnings really, just a lot of fluff with dads Eddie and Steve lololol. Steddie x Reader. Heteropaternal Superfecundation (twins with different fathers). I don't know anything about DnD. It's like 2000. You have four kids, 10 year old twins named Alice and Alexandria, a six year old named Nate, and a four year old named Ozzy. Eddie is dad Steve is daddy.

After the Upside Down, and you killed Vecna, the government came and pinned the murders on a pedophile in town, you, Eddie, and Steve stayed in Hawkins long enough for Eddie to graduate. Although the government had exonerated him, most of the town still gave Eddie dirty looks, pulled their children across the street to avoid him, every time his shoulders would fall and you and Steve would have to comfort him that night.

So, after Eddie graduated, the three of you were practically running from Hawkins with a teary goodbye to your friends, Nancy and Robin were the only ones who were aware of your relationship with the both of them, they'd been surpportive and promised to keep your secret. Although you hadn't told the younger kids you assumed they suspected something was going on since the three of you were literally always together.

You'd moved to the beach, having your first babies in 1990, a beautiful set of twins, one looking almost exactly like Eddie and the other looking almost exactly like Steve, with hints of you sprinkled in. Eddie was insistent on their kids growing up to play DnD, and you and Steve could never say no to Eddie, not after he tried to sacrifice himself for you.

So, naturally, he was teaching them about it before they could see straight, quietly reading the DnD handbook to get them to sleep, and it worked every time. Eddie's favorite holiday was Halloween without question, and the fact that he could go trick or treating again was even better.

He was more than excited to help the kids create their costumes, and even set up an age appropriate DnD campaign to play with the kids after they got back from Trick or Treating, of course you and Steve had gotten into the habit of playing as well, it had at this point become a family tradition to play DnD. Eddie would spend all week making a campaign and then the family would play it over the weekend.

This year, your oldest kids, Alice and Alexandria, came up with the idea of everyone dressing up as their DnD characters, Eddie cried a little bit later that night, you and Steve thought it was adorable, cooing over him and cuddling him.

Halloween night Eddie ran around with your children, your youngest song Ozzy perched on his shoulders, wearing a tiny costume to respresent one of the side characters he'd created for him since he was too young to actively play the game.

When someone would ask them what their costumes were, Alice and Alexandria were quick to hop into a detailed description of every character, Eddie's eyes shining with pride as even little Ozzy piped up about his costume, stuttering over his words.

"NO!" Alice screamed, standing up straight from her chair, widening her eyes. "YES, LADY BERTRUESQUE!" Eddie stood up and slammed his hands on the desk. "Your fireball MISSES the Adult Red Dracolich and he sends you flying into a tree nearby, instantly killing you." Eddie smirks. He may love his children, but he was a ruthless Dungeon Master and nothing would change that.

Alice falls into her chair in despair, lolling her head to the side as if she was dead, Ozzy squealing and clapping at her dramatics before waddling to climb into her lap. She giggled and held him close.

Eddie was particularly ruthless to his family that night, and by the end of it, all of your characters were dead and Eddie was screaming in joy, Ozzy on his shoulders since the young boy had 'helped play Dungeon Master', and had even given Eddie some ideas for some of the gameplay.

Your poor children were in agony, grieving the loss of the characters they'd worked so hard to develop. Alice's Lady Bertruesque limp against a tree. Alexandria's Lady Asalandrium pinned to a tree by her own sword. Nate's Lord Simanskriel (you helped them all come up with their names) knocked unconscious at the beginning of the game, though he was a good sport about it. You couldn't but laugh at the sight though, watching as Eddie danced around with Ozzy, shouting about being the best Dungeon Master on the coast. There was no doubt in your mind about that.

Once you'd convinced Eddie and your children to calm down, you had them clean while you made them a snack before going to bed. You were eating when they asked the question. Honestly, you didn't know why you expected to do this without them asking, it was inevitable.

"Why do we have two dads?" Alice asked. "Most kids have one, and the ones that have two..." Alexandria finished. "But their dads don't usually live together and sleep in the same room and like.. kiss and stuff." They spoke together that time, tilting their heads.

Eddie and Steve widened their eyes and choked on their sandwiches, looking at you quickly, pleading with you to be the one to explain it to them. "Um... Well.." You laughed awkwardly and shifted as you set your sandwich down. "Me, dad, and daddy... all love eachother a lot, me and dad were together, and we realized that we liked daddy a lot.. so we talked to him, and although it was tough in the beginning.. we made it through and we're really happy." You said softly.

"But how can you love two people?" Nate asked around his bite, furrowing his brows curiously, his hair a perfect replica of Steve's, big and shiny and perfectly quaffed. "Well..." you licked your lips slowly.

"Sometimes... you can have enough love in your heart to love two people." You said softly. "So... are you all married?" Alice asked curiously. "Well... technically only me and dad are married, because you can't marry two people, but we all wear rings because we like to think that we're all married to eachother."

"Oh.. but what about-" They asked a few more questions, wondering why your name was Munson-Harrington, to which you explained that you'd changed your last name to Harrington before marrying Eddie so that you could carry both of their names, Eddie hyphenated his as well, and Steve had his changed to Munson-Harrington.

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After you got the kids into bed and made sure their teeth were brushed, you crawled into bed between Eddie and Steve, sighing happily and stretching out as they immediately latched onto you, giggling softly as they kissed your cheeks.

"Hello. You did excellent on the campaign, Eddie." You smiled at him happily, Steve nodding beside you in agreement, the two grinning at eachother.

"Stevie and I were talking." Eddie hummed, kissing your collarbone lightly. "We would really, really like to have another." He purred, playfully biting your collarbone.

"W- seriously?" You laughed softly, looking between them as Eddie leaned back to look down at you, the two of them nodding as Eddie ran his finger over your collarbone and Steve gently pushed your hair back. "We already have four and you want more?" You giggled.

"Duh. You look... delectable when you're pregnant." Eddie groaned, chuckling when Steve nudged him. "And you're a wonderful mother, the way you explained it to them?" He smiled and kissed you softly. "We can't wait to have more." He said softly as you kissed back.

You bit your lip and smiled happily, nodding and licking your lips. "Okay." You said softly, giggling softly when Eddie rolled off the bed and rushed to lock the door, the two of them immediately diving into their misison of getting you pregnant again.

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not-souleaterpost · 8 days

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ENTP CRONA DUMP

Not going back on my word, just forgot to post a dump of "ENTP Crona" stuff I planed to just post all at once in a year, but after trying to stop doing stuff like that, I just thought I post what I had and be done with it.

, the thing even I don't really find funny, but I think I have to do it to get it out and book end it. A lot of it isn't really funny, some of it may sound a bit edgy or abrasive, but it's just in good fun, still putting it under the "keep reading thing" because of the amount and shittyness of the "content" Enjoy or yeah...sorry

ENTP Crona experiencing a soul rejection, screaming in agony because of not being able to deal with figuring out if "video games are art" or "video games aren't art" is the more contrarian oppinion at the moment

ENTP Crona reading shizophrenia symptoms on google "Wow, he is literally me"

ENTP Crona fleeing into the desert, going down a hole to cry

Ragnarok "Wait, the cow already killed Medusa a year ago, why we doing this bitch shit again?"

ENTP Crona "I posted a deliberately controversial and edgy meme into the group chat again, when they all see it, I wont be able to deal with how angry everyone will be..."

Soul: "You cant just nonstop spam shit on the internet, people will think you don't have a life"

ENTP Crona: "But I kinda don't..."

Soul: "Still writting on every single subject for 10 hours straight must be tiring and exhaustive, take a break"

ENTP Crona: "But I wrote everything in the last 5 minutes

Soul: "Heh, dont like partys either? Guess reading the room can be stressful even for somebody as cool as me sometimes-"

ENTP Crona "No, I can read it just fine, just then choose to say the thing that sets the roof on fire and regret it five seconds later.

ENTP Crona trying to figure out if Maka subscribes to the theory that Holden is a child abuser himself in "The Catcher in the Rye", only if yes, to arguee that not even the creep teacher was one and it is a misreading, and its actually about idk, read it in school so cant even come up with an explantion.

ENTP Crona trying to cheer up a crying Maka, after she got made fun of for liking bad music by Soul

"No, I like Speeding bullet 2 heaven too! Well except the Beavis and Butthead skits, even I am not that contrarian"

ENTP Crona curled up in the corner of the dark dungeon, not able to face the world, cause liking Ringo Star is to mainstream now but changing to hating him is just too painful...

ENTP Crona after everyone gets confronted with their lives just being fiction

"Well actually I prefere the anime ending"

But after mostly everyone agrees

"But, actually the manga works in a certain way afterall-"

ENTP Crona during the anime only scene where Maka and Crona talk about Maka's mom - its the same scene lol, remember those 4th wall breaking snide comments Crona barely managed to not blabber out loud lol

ENTP Crona "Marvel movies were allways bad"

Marie "Oh you aren't dumb and incompetent!"

ENTP Crona "Why did it took me 8 hours to put together the IKEA table?"

Marie "Oh dont be to hard on yourself, screwing in the table legs upside down could happen to anybody!"

Maka confronting Medusa: I'm here to save ENTP Crona and Mary!

Medusa: Nah, they both are still stuck in the maze going in circles

ENTP Crona after a tourist asks for directions in Death City: "I'll be honest, even though I am living here for years now, I myself cant deal finding my home without google maps"

ENTP Crona "I'm the Joker, baby! (Jared Leto version)"

ENTP Crona "-oh so a glorbo, or smol bean, cinamon bun is a charachter like Paulie from the Sopranos!"

ENTP Crona after trying to read "Finnegans Wake" "Damn, thats how high I still have to climb..."

ENTP Crona watching X:RA "Wow, I actually get 90 percent of the wordplay! This show is great!"

MGMT Patty : "Time to pretend..."

*ENTP Crona visualising all the different ways to take out and kill the people around*

Ragnarok "And I thought I was the psychopath! We aren't even eating souls anymore, whats guipi wrong with you?

ENTP "Grocery shopping is boring and I thought about the 3 different storys I'll never write down enough for one hour..."

ENTP Crona "-and that's why the metodology that is used to diagnose diseases by only relying on a checklist of data points that may have many different origin points is flawed

Stein "I am the doctor with 10 years experience, take your antibiotics prescription and get out!"

Stein, litting a cigarete after ENTP Crona goes out after apologising "Damn, the kid may be right, shit..."

ENTP Crona be like "Actually, I think Epstein is still alive"

ENTP Crona "Yeah Myerrs brigs and Horrorscopes are the same... Because they both actually are describing something and aren't completly wrong, if you know you know...

ENTP Crona actually getting a tatoo even though it is a stupid thing to do in general, because thats the only way to remember Maka's birthday. Cause aint nobody remembering more than 4 digits...

ENTP Crona using all experience and time to reflect, to start a dramatic uplifting speech that leads into Maka defeating the Kishin with a punch- Ah wait thats just what happened in the anime again lol

ENTP Crona: "I wore a dress for most of my life, yet that is not as embarassing as riding on an electric scooter"

ENTP Crona "Oh ofcourse I'm to scatterbrained and lazy to actually finish a webcomic, that's why I included an in universe callout by a charachter, so I will stay motivated out of spite and want of being better than those, proving the mean pixels wrong!"

ENTP Crona: -the setting being the aftermath of a nuclear testing site is a brilliant synedoche of our society pre and post world war 2, how the atomic age is nearly unrecognisable, being both so much more advanced that previous incarnations do not even look human in retrospect, while exagerating ourselfs into cartoon versions of ourselfs do to paranoia and stereotypes, shared faster and faster, that we soak up like Sponges, being the perfect worker and consumer in one - in a way thats Rock Bottom, the breakdown of communication, only restored by recognising the humanity of the other, even if they look at us with even more potent disgust than we already do.

Maka: Wait, I thought these iceberg videos were just supposed to list of fun facts and triva about Spongebob

ENTP Crona: What gave you that idea, Maka?

TERF Maka: I STILL hate J K Rowling

EC: "Borat is racist-"

M: "No the joke is that he exposes the prejudices of the common american person-"

EC "against Kazakhstanis"

M: "No no- wait... you are right..."

EC: "If MF Ghost was with the culture, it would have used Phonk instead of Eurobeat"

EC: "Where the fuck is Marioh Judah?"

*EC annoys excalibur into quitting*

EC :"Im like prince, everybody thinks In gay but actually im homophobic-"

EC: "Non-cellular phones actually had their purpose - like if somebody called them, you would either know nobody is home, or the person who answered could either inform you where the one you are calling is if you didnt reach the person or just find them - also the fact it was in the same spot ment nobody lost it and could allways find it when needed and it never ran out of battery, also-"

M: "If you don't like the phonecase I gifted you just say so...

R: "Dude, dont we still use mirrors for comunication"

EC "Think Im constrained by the limitations of canons?"

TRAD Tsubaki "Well they didn't make a sign of the cross in the church, so they kinda deserved being slayn by Ragnarok..."

M "Hey you are looking down, everything ok?

EC "Thanks for caring, but the thing is, to explain it all, all the connections and reasons and evidence would make me just look more weird and whiny, and this all, including the fact that I cant even say why I cant say without being whiny and long winged is part of it...

EC "I used trouble not descending into negative loops of self pity and disgust with myself and the world... But then I just developed a hyperfixation on not-having-hyperfixations"

???? Death: IDK

EC *reading the bible* "It even predicted people obssesing over lolcows with the whole golden calf story, damn...

EC: Rip Kissinger

EC: Slouching? No, I'm just posture-divergent

EC: I do love myself - one has to love even their biggest enemy...

EC in the future:

M: Are you really ready for children?

EC: I accidentally watched a trailer for despicable me 4, and after hearing all the pandering 80s song and repetitive family hinjix humor I just thought "Oh, how cozy would this be to watch with my Kids and Wife!"

So yeah, I CAN deal with it

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dear-mrs-otome · 2 years

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Silvio Ricci - Main Story - Chp 03

Standard Disclaimer: I do this for fun. I don’t, and never would, claim to be proficient at JP. There will be mistakes herein. There will be dialogue I choose to smooth out or change, because it feels choppy just straight translating. There will be the occasional snarky aside and irreverence and just plain summarizing. If you’re looking for 100% pure accuracy, without commentary or localizing, this is not for you. If you don’t mind that…then proceed, and I hope you enjoy! And please, support your local localizer (they make this stuff look easy) and Cybird by playing the games and routes when they come to English

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The way home from dinner that night is when she learned the true horror of the tyrannical prince.

��You’re no noblewoman at all, are you?” Silvio asks knowingly, grinning like a beast on the seat across from her.

Caught unawares as she was, she’s sure that the alarm must have shown on her face. She tries to brush it off by saying he should stop already, his jokes are terrible.

In return he says she’s got a real talent for picking fights - he’s gotta tip his hat to her. “Of all the noblewomen I’ve met, not a one of them was a saucy thing like you. Oh and, by the way, I’m never the sort to turn down a fight.”

Grinning, he adds that she should be pleased by that, and she’s mentally facepalming over having just thrown fuel on the fire rather than managing any damage control. He’s laughing happily as he settles back, legs crossed, and asks why she thought he’d have dinner with a cheeky woman like her.

“You’re terrified by the clothes a noblewoman would wear, your table manners are awkward, but most damning of all is how you ride in a carriage,” Silvio mercilessly elaborates, going on to point out how no young lady would climb into one without an escort. He’d gotten in the carriage first specifically to see whether she’d complain or not…and clearly she had not.

All of this was a test, she realizes. And it all makes sense now, the fancy clothes and the fancy dinner and even the way he’d ignored her and gotten into the carriage first - it had all been calculated by him from the start.

I’m an idiot, she thinks in dismay. But she keeps a smile on her face as she ponders her next words.

“Don’t be cruel, please,” she says to him. “Even though I’m a noble, I prefer a modest life. I don’t like showy clothes, or expensive food.” He’s silent, and she goes on. “You say getting into a carriage without an escort is unladylike…but wouldn’t it be more uncouth to ask the prince of another country to be your escort?”

He laughs that it sounds like she’s got an excuse for everything, and it seems obvious that he’s not convinced at all. And he’s certainly not buying the story that any woman living at the court could be that unexposed to things beyond modest means. “There must be some reason for a commoner woman to be posing as a noble, right? Not to mention the way everyone in court seems to be on your side…you get what I’m seeing, right?” he presses.

She doesn’t think he’d be guessing all of that simply from today’s mistakes - it’s clear he’s had his eye on her for awhile now, probably since noting she was the woman Gilbert was paying attention to at the goodwill ball. Somehow he’s gathered all this info in such a short amount of time.

“What’s wrong? You look pale,” Silvio points out slyly.

“It just seems like that because it’s nighttime,” she protests, trying to stall for time to think of what to do next.

Silvio assures her she doesn’t have to panic, if she doesn’t want him prying into her affairs there’s a way to prevent that. He crosses over to her bench and takes a seat beside her, looping an arm around her waist before smirking and suggesting that she could keep him in a good mood by sleeping with him.

He wants her to act like his…mistress?? She’s reeling, feeling like she’s literally been slapped upside the head by this, and as she’s trying to gather her wits again she can feel his hand at her waist slide up her torso and reach her shoulder. His entire attitude grown sultry.

“Prince Silvio!” she exclaims in protest.

“Don’t sass me. C’mon and get in the mood,” he tells her. “If you wag your tail like a damned dog, flirt and cozy up to me, I’ll stop prying.” She’s still mostly in disbelief as he takes her chin and tips it upward, seeing herself reflected in those unfeeling ocean eyes as he says a poor gal like her isn’t his usual vibe but he’ll make do. “It’d be fun to see your stubborn face all a mess, no?”

She’s freaking out more than a little - on the one hand, vehemently loathing the idea of letting this man get even a fraction of an inch closer to her. But on the other is the sickening realization that if she smothered her heart and let him use her body, she could perhaps protect her country. (Lie back and think of Rhodolite or something…)

But she can’t - even if it’s the prince of another country, even if it’ll help her own, she can’t cross a line like that, and she balls her hands into tight fists. “Even if you have some sort of leverage on me, I refuse to sleep with you.”

He didn’t seem to expect that, and she’s looking at his handsome face all while thinking that despite it she’d never. Ever. EVER. Sleep with someone she didn’t like. Let alone with someone she hated.

She tells him she’s not a 'good' enough girl to just meekly keep her mouth shut when someone’s stomping all over her dignity. "Don't mock me. Nothing some foreign prince could offer is worth selling my body for!" she cries, and he's only looking at her in wide-eyed surprise. "Money and threats won't get you what you want, Prince Silvio. And if this is what you call ‘diplomatic relations’...then I loathe you from the very bottom of my heart!"

She shakes off the grip his hand has on her chin, Silvio looking stunned for a moment before he recovers with a nasty smile, saying he doesn’t think she’s got the power to fight back against him yet - has she forgotten her position here?

But she assures him she is well aware of what she’s saying. Remembering the moment over dinner when he’d said that there was nothing you couldn’t get with money. She understands now the full extent of what he was saying then, and realizes that this man couldn’t give two shits about what happens to her heart after he’s gotten what he wants - there’s no reason to care about something that could be ‘bought’.

“...That’s why all the people surrounding you are so cutthroat and heartless,” she finally accuses.

“What did you say?” He scowls thunderously, more fiercely than she’s ever seen him before.

She knows she’s probably gone too far, said too much, but she’s absolutely livid now herself as she finishes the next part on a shout. “From now on, I’ll refer to you as ‘that gilded scummy devil’!!”

~~~~~~~~

Some time later, she’s in Sariel’s office where she made a beeline as soon as arriving back at the castle…but the chagrin is setting in now. She’s cursing herself silently as an idiot for trying to start an all-out war with a prince, and even Sariel and Rio’s faces are stunned upon hearing the whole story.

Rio immediately tries to excuse himself to do some ‘cleaning’, but Sariel does his patented Rio-collar-yank and scolds him for being a bad dog again before he can make it to the door.

“Both of you, take a deep breath,” Sariel counsels, and they do. “Have you calmed down?”

“....No,” both she and Rio answer in unison, Rio scowling blackly.

Sariel suggests they work through this one thing at a time and see if that helps,and he begins questioning them. He asks Emma if Silvio recognized her as Belle, and she says he probably did. He didn’t outright say as much but it seems quite obvious he suspects it.

Not to mention, she points out in dismay, she said some harsh things and really pissed him off. She wants to crawl in a hole and die over the size of her fuckup here, picking a fight with the one guy who can blow her cover open wide.

Rio assures her she didn’t do anything wrong - she has no obligation to respect anyone who’d try and force her into sleeping with them, prince or no prince. He’s just glad she didn’t end up having to. The hand he puts on her shoulder comfortingly is trembling, and she’s startled to notice that, realizing how shook up and worried Rio must really be.

Rio apologizes that she had to go through something so frightening, but she turns it around and says she should be the one saying sorry. They go back and forth, Rio clearly feeling responsible for not being there to run interference and protect her.

Finally Sariel steps in and says he should be apologizing too. Silvio’s been doing everything in his power to get Emma alone, and Sariel feels bad for not being able to stop that. He even goes so far as to get up from his desk and come around to bow to her, leaving poor Emma flailing.

Everyone finally agrees that no one is to blame here, and she’s touched that they’re both clearly trying to make her feel better. Her poor sunken heart buoyed by their concern.

“The situation’s not as dire as you think,” Sariel assures her. “There’s no proof that you’re Belle, so right now it’d only be Prince Silvio’s baseless accusation.”

He reminds her they aren’t all so incompetent as to need her sacrificing herself, and she thanks him, finally able to swallow back the tears that had threatened, to Sariel and Rio’s relief.

Moving on, Rio asks Sariel if there isn’t some way they can head off that jangling bastard, and Sariel tells him he’s trying but it might be impossible to get out of playing hostess entirely.

She agrees, pointing out that if his aim is to get proof she’s Belle there’s definitely no way he’s going to let her off the hook of playing his host. Sariel concedes as much too, but says he has all physical proof of her being Belle in his possession, and meanwhile Rio has covered up any traces that she lived or worked in the city - even if she meets someone she knows on the street, they will act as if she is a stranger.

“So in order for Prince Silvio to prove that you are Belle, the fastest way would be to force you to admit it,” Sariel points out.

“Basically, as long as I don’t let him break me, Rhodolite will be safe. Is that what you’re saying?” she asks.

Sariel agrees that’s the gist of it - so the choice she made today wasn’t the wrong one. If she’d given in to him, it would have been the same as admitting to being Belle.

In other words, she realizes, she made it through today safe by the skin of her teeth, and she’s relieved to know that disaster isn’t imminent.

Rio points out they can’t keep this up forever though, and angrily threatens that his hand just might ‘slip’ someday if Silvio keeps making Emma’s life difficult, though Sariel points out they’d have an even bigger problem on their hands if he did.

After some thought, Sariel says there’s only one way to get Silvio to abandon this whole ‘Emma as hostess’ thing - since he instigated the idea, she has to get him to decide to put a stop to it. She’s baffled as to how she’s supposed to do that, suggesting even something like throwing water on him (again)...but Sariel says he has an idea.

He pushes his glasses up and offers Emma a smile. “Lady Emma…are you prepared to become a ‘wicked woman’?” **

“....Sorry, what?” she manages.

~~~~~~

Stepping back in time a bit…

The carriage that had dropped Emma off at the castle gate speeds on to another location.

In the corridor of the Benitoite embassy in Rhodolite, Silvio stalks down the hall, setting his jewelry ringing even more violently than usual. So violently, in fact, that it prompts the humbly dressed young man following in his wake to stammer out a question, asking his prince if something had happened.

This earns him a snarled brush off from Silvio, but the young man persists. “Forgive me, forgive me…could it be you were dumped by a woman, maybe?”

Silvio’s only answer is silence, and the young man seems flabbergasted to realize he might have guessed correctly.

“Carlo, you seem to want to be made to work through the night, don’t you?” an irritated Silvio threatens. “Rest assured, I’ll give you a task later. Maybe a thousand of them.”

The young man, Carlo, quails at the dark promise, but Silvio finally just waves it off and moves on. Asking if ‘he’ is there. Carlo confirms he is, and that he brought their visitor in through the back door just as Silvio had ordered though he wonders if any of the embassy staff caught sight of them.

Carlo frets that he’s a nautical scholar, not the sort of person for this, and wonders just what the heck he’s doing. Silvio reminds Carlo that he’s in it for the money - and that he’ll consider further funding for Carlo’s research, so quit complaining. He orders Carlo to keep prying ears and eyes away and make sure no one finds out about this.

“Uuurgh…that’s a promise, about the research funds, right??” Carlo presses, clearly less than thrilled about all this, and Silvio leaves him to make his descent into the basement.

Just as the clock is hovering around midnight, he finds the man waiting there for him in the secret room.

“Finally, you’re here. I’m tired of waiting,” Gilbert says to Silvio.

“Like I give a shit,” Silvio retorts.

Gilbert pouts a little and says to throw him a bone - it’s hard enough giving (Sariel? Clavis? I don’t know all of Gilbert’s silly nicknames for people yet) the slip. Silvio reminds him he’s not here for small talk - let’s get straight to business.

He sits down across from Gilbert and frowns, clearly in a foul mood. “That woman you’ve got your eye on, she’s ‘Belle’ isn’t she?”

“Oh, you just now realized that,” Gilbert replies, and laughs at Silvio’s sullen silence. “Sorry, sorry. They are trying their best to hide her identity, so it makes sense.”

Silvio asks how Gilbert knew, but Gilbert dodges answering that. Observing instead that the existence of Belle means there is no king.

“That,” Gilbert points out on a smile. “Makes this a good opportunity to attack Rhodolite.”

~~~~~~

Silvio’s 1st Letter

I wrote down the rules for being a host, so read them.

Be sure to get these through your head.

Heed me without question. I won’t tolerate even the slightest disobedience.

Smile when entertaining. Don’t make a sour face.

If I call you, come to me within 10 seconds. Don’t try to escape, no matter what.

Failure to follow these will lead to diplomatic issues. If you’re the hostess, keep me happy, alright?

Silvio Ricci

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<< Chapter 02 | Chapter 04 >>

** - there’s a lot of ways to do his wording I think, you could say ‘villainess’ sorta. Bad girl maybe, but after the rest of the route I’d almost be tempted to use ‘diva’ or ‘prima donna’ in the worst connotation of the words. Spoiled, dramatic, self-centered, scheming woman. Just my amateur two cents though!

#spoiler #spoilers #ikemen prince spoilers #ikepri spoilers #mrs o loves salty seadogs #mrs o's translations of dubious quality #ikepri silvio main story

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blackestnight · 11 months

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Asking you to go off about one of your table top characters of choice. Tell us about them and their adventures!!

hello, you get to hear about my Terrible Horrible No-Good Very Bad Starship Captain

i played her in a horror starfinder campaign (the official Signal of Screams AP, for those who care), which—you know hellraiser? imagine that, but in space. which is why i'm taking a moment to send thanks into the ether for our GM, who was so good to us, because you cannot run a campaign like that without a GM who is invested in taking care of the players. not only did we get general warnings for the campaign, but we'd also get session-specific warnings, and he'd actually pull some people into a different room for certain scenes or to pass on specific information based on the comfort levels we'd already established, and he made certain we all knew that any of us could ask for a pause or get up and walk away at any time, no questions asked. there were some game nights where we'd have to goof off and decompress after but no one at that table ever felt like we were getting into anything we couldn't handle, which is amazing when you consider some of the content warnings that come with that particular campaign.

anyway: her name was yashtavi (tavi for short, but that's "captain" to you); the campaign she was in lasted multiple years so i can't recount all the adventures but highlights include:

first meeting the party while she was stuck in prison (i joined in the middle of another campaign); they broke her out of her cell and she introduced herself with a "oh, you have a starship? i'm your captain now. get in." and just Did Not wait for dissent

you need to understand, tavi is a five-zip space valley girl with bright pink hair. she would blow away in a strong breeze. naturally her highest skill was intimidation

which is how she sent a void troll running for its mother by smiling at it a little creepily

also, bargaining with space pirates. by "bargaining" i mean she said "we're either doing this the easy way, where you do exactly what i say when i say it, or we do it the fun way, where i turn your internal organs upside down and then you do what i say"

and then she turned their internal organs upside down. we love consistency.

the time she walked into a mirror trap that was supposed to suck her soul out while she stood enthralled by an enchantment that would cause her to wither away before the hapless eyes of her party. however she was so full of herself that she just shot fingerguns at her reflection and walked back out with 20k of treasure in her pocket (thanks, nat 20 will save)

also the time she literally dodged a death trap because she was so obsessive over her hair that she chose to sleep in an office chair rather than in a sleep pod with a built-in beautician routine. (the gm was SO MAD because he couldn't force me to climb in without making it clear he wanted me to climb in.)

despite all of this, and despite the fact that she traded away her humanity to the forces of darkness for shits and giggles, somehow she was deemed the most responsible party member, which is how she somehow??? wound up settled down with a wife and daughter at the end??? straight up u-haul space lesbians (adopting the teenage clone of the BBEG). it was wild.

anyway i love her endlessly, thank you

#ask #ask meme #cyan's ttrpg adventures #TY JAYNE i love her

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Chapter One - The Breakdown

Summary: After fighting monsters from a different dimension the year prior, Aria is soon to find out that this was just the beginning. As she and her friends work together to close the gate to the Upside Down, Aria has to deal with her secret feelings for her best friend.

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Original Female Character

Warnings: This story contains mature themes such as sexual content, strong language, violence, mentions of alcohol and drugs, blood, gore, and death.

Note: I imagine Aria Kaul as South Asian but I have decided to let you, the reader, imagine her appearance, hence the reason why I have not given her a face claim. However, her race does not affect the story, whatsoever. You, as the reader, are free to imagine her however you want. If you don’t see her as South Asian, then that’s fine. It won’t affect the storyline.

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The sky was dark, all the stars peaking out. The road was pretty empty at night but there were still a few cars out. Aria saw the lights of the Arcade pop up as she pulled into the parking lot, parking her car. She climbed out of her car and walked inside, spotting the four boys having fun playing their games.

“Hey boys,” she said, walking up to them. They turned around and were glad to see their babysitter in front of them.

“Aria!” Dustin exclaimed, wrapping his arms around her. She giggled and hugged him back, rocking him back and forth.

They eventually pulled away and Aria ruffled both Lucas’ and Mike’s hair before turning her attention to Will, messing up his hair as well. “You ready to go, Will?”

The boy nodded and waved goodbye to his friends before walking beside the older girl and out of the building. Before she left, she caught a glimpse of a guy from her school, Keith, staring at her while eating a bag of chips. She quickly looked away and could still feel his stare boring down onto the back of her head.

They got in and Aria started the car, backing out of the parking lot. “So, did you have fun?”

Will nodded happily. “Yeah, I did.”

“I’m glad,” she said, turning her head to give him a smile. “Did anything interesting happen?”

“Yeah, someone named Mad Max beat our high score on Dig Dug,” he said, sitting up straight in his seat to talk about the game. “It was over seven hundred thousand points!”

“Oh? Wow, that’s super high!” Aria responded. Even if she didn’t know anything about video games, she was super impressed to hear the high score.

“Yeah and we tried to find out who Mad Max was but Keith–you know Keith, right? I think he goes to your school,” he said, making Aria raise her eyebrows. She hummed and waited for him to continue. “He said he would tell us if we got him a date with you.”

Aria’s jaw fell and she quickly picked it back up, blinking. “Oh, uh…” she laughed nervously. “And what’d you guys say?”

“We obviously said no. No way were we going to hand you over to some guy,” Will told her truthfully. Aria let out a laugh and grinned profusely, pinching his cheek.

“I knew I could count on you guys,” she said. “Anything else?” It was silent for a few seconds so she turned her head to look at Will, only to see him deep in thought, as if he was contemplating on telling her something. “Will?” She called his name.

“Huh? Oh, no, nothing else,” he said, looking out the window.

“You sure?”

“Yeah.”

She didn’t want to press him on any further so she didn’t say anything. She continued driving to the Byers’ house but she couldn’t help but wonder what Will was thinking about. She trusted him to tell her if anything was wrong though she felt like he was hiding something from her. She stopped herself from thinking about it too much once she arrived at the Byers’ house, dropping off Will.

“Say hi to your mom and brother for me, alright?” She called out from the car once Will climbed out. He nodded his head and waved goodbye, walking inside. Once she saw him go inside safely, she drove away.

She wasn’t even halfway to her house yet when her car suddenly broke down in the middle of a street. She checked the gas tank and it was still half full, knowing she filled it up with gas two days ago and she didn’t drive anywhere besides to and from school. There was probably something wrong with the engine and she internally started cursing.

She popped the hood of the car and got out to check it for herself. She didn’t know much about cars so she was very lost at what she was looking at. “Stupid,” she mumbled, shutting down the hood and leaning against it. She ran her hands down her face as she thought about what to do. She was startled when she heard a noise from afar. She didn’t know what it was but it sent her chills. She had to find a way to get out of here quickly.

She looked at the name of the street she was on and instantly recognized it. She usually passed this street on her way to Steve’s house so she knew his house was nearby. Thanking God, she grabbed her most important things and shoved them into her purse and left her car, locking it. She didn’t want to be alone at night so she ran to his house, making sure there was no one around. She exhaled a deep breath once Steve’s house came into view and walked up onto his front porch, ringing the doorbell.

She only waited a few seconds before the door opened, revealing a messy haired Steve in front of her. “Hello? Oh, Aria, hey.” He looked confused but then had a smile on his face once he saw it was her. “What’s up?”

“Uh, hey, would you mind dropping me off at my house? My car broke down one street away from yours so I thought I’d come to you for help,” she said sheepishly, fiddling with her necklace.

“Oh, yeah, sure. I’ll call the tow truck for you, just wait inside.” Steve said, opening the door wider for her to walk in. “Why don’t you just stay here for the night?”

She walked inside and shook her head. “Thanks but all my things are at home and there’s school tomorrow, so…”

Steve nodded his head. “Alright, I’ll call the tow truck and hopefully they’ll come get your car by the morning–”

“Oh, God, no, don’t worry about that,” she waved her hand. “I’ll do that once I go home, Steve.”

He put his hand on her shoulder and shook his. “Shut up and let me do it.” She narrowed her eyes and stared into his eyes, him doing the same. She eventually rolled her eyes and shrugged, letting him win. He smirked and called the tow company, before grabbing his car keys and leading him and Aria out to his car. “They should be here in the morning to get your car and take it to the mechanics.”

She smiled at him, grateful that he was helping her. “Thank you, Steve, I really appreciate it.”

“Anything for my best friend, of course,” he nudged her, starting his car. She chuckled but couldn’t help the ache in her heart when he referred her as his best friend. She was glad that she was his best friend and that he was hers but she still wanted to be more than that. She was snapped out of her thoughts when Steve started talking again. “By the way, I can give you a ride to and after school?”

“Oh, no, I’ll just ask Jonathan,” she told him. She didn’t notice but he tensed at the mention of the Byers’ name, jealousy coursing through him. “You already pick up Nancy so it'll be too much of a hassle.”

“You’re never a hassle, Riya,” he said honestly, his gaze straight ahead.

She licked her lips and shook her head again. “Steve, it’s okay. Plus, Jonathan owes me anyway.”

Pursing his lips, he nodded his head not saying anything else. The entire car ride was silent as he drove. He pulled up to her house and Aria got out, thanking him. “Thanks, Steve, again.”

“Anything for you, Riya,” he said, a grin plastered on his face. That damn smile made Aria’s heart leap out of her chest. She smiled back and waved goodbye, unlocking her front door and walking inside. Steve watched her leave and sighed, running a hand through his hair before backing out of the driveway and going back home.

#stranger things #steve harrington #steve harrington series #angst #fluff #reticent series #steve harrington x aria kaul #steve harrington x oc #steve harrington x original character #steve harrington x fem #steve harrington x reader

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theflowerofthecommonwealth · 1 year

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Power Armor Punch Thirty Eight

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Nick: *looking between the man and the little boy* Either you knew at one point personally, doll? *quickly pauses the memory just to get some insight*

Jasmines Thoughts: “Haha, the poor man had no idea who I was. He was just one of those people who had to learn the hard way that I was a human cannon who slingshot everywhere with no regard that I may get hurt...” (Somberly) “The boy... Donovan, or Donny as we all called him… Hehe, my first kiss technically speaking. I’d rather it be him than everyone else, it was an innocent gesture although I did punch him in response. He was such a good friend, very funny and good at doing mocking impressions.”

Nick: *soft smile at the confession before resuming the memory*

Jasmine: (Agilely bolting around the families and kids lining the playground, heading straight for the main play structor with the slides and poles. She goes up the ladder and stairs to reach the biggest slide, but instead of going down it like a normal kid would do, she instead climbs on top of it to access the dome that shades the play structure and scales that instead)

Young Man: (Still watching with wide eyes as he follows Jasmine, wondering why no one else seems to mind that the small girl could fall at any moment from such a high place) “Who’s child is that?!?” (Looks around for anyone that bares a resemblance to the kid but to no avail)

Jasmine: (Braces onto the fake flag at the very top of the dome, looking down at all the other people of the park) “IM THE QUEEN OF THE WORLD!!!!” (With that announcement, she throws up one hand and she does a little showy spin)

Nick: *strides up next to the man without looking at him. Tired dad voice* Unfortunately? Mine... *tired sigh* And I can't do anything to stop her.... *Watching the rambunctious Jas twirl on the pole above the slide recklessly*

Lilac: (Looks up from her sandcastle at her wildcat of a younger sister, blinking casually before returning to her game of princesses and dinosaurs with Cosmos)

Donovan and Jie: (Still swinging in the wind)

Jasmine: (Yelling at the top of her lungs) “WeEeEeEeE!” (Let’s go of the flagpole and runs down the side of the dome, jumping off with her arms swinging about as she lands back onto the earth in a crouched position)

Young Man: (Mumbling) “Good golly…”

Everyone Else: (Still not batting an eye to it all, most didn’t even glance up when she yelled loud to wake up a whole city)

Jasmine: (Shoots back upright with the biggest grin as she pats off any dust off her clothes)

Young Man: (Still staring, completely dumbfounded)

Jasmine: (Notices him staring and she gives a friendly wave) “Hi!”

Young Man: (Awkwardly waves back) “Uh, hi…? Are you-?”

Jasmine: “Yaaaaaaaa!!!!” (And she’s back to running around the playground like a maniac on a sugar high, still swiftly dodging anyone who gets in her way. She sets her sights on the monkey bars next, hoisting herself up with ease and hanging upside down by her knees while swinging in the wind with a fit of giggles)

Nick: I'm surprised she didn't try a flip. *having flashbacks to all the times Lucille's jumped off a roof in her power armor as a "short cut"*

Jasmine: (Jumps down from the monkey bars with a small flip) “Eieeyaaaa!!!!” (She sprints over to the field behind the park and starts doing long lines of flips, cartwheels and summersaults on the plushness of the soft grass. For a six year old, it’s quite impressive and a sight to behold, her feathery feet barely touch the ground while she tumbles about. To end each line of tricks, she does a perfect splits then lifts herself into a handstand position and performs a backflip onto her feet before starting again)

Nick: *starting to think if life had gone differently, she would have been a gymnast*

Jasmine: (Plops onto the ground so she is laying on her back with her curls splattered under her and her face glowing brightly in the sunshine. She closes her eyes and takes in a deep breath as another crisp breeze blows over her, not quite tired yet or even breaking a sweat, she just wants to enjoy the peaceful moment. One hand drapes over her stomach while the other toys with the blades of grass and dandelions around her)

Nick: *pauses the memory right there. He hardly sees his daughter like this- carefree, happy, as an actual child... He wants to keep that moment right there in his own memory permanently*

Jasmine: (Just laying there with those sparkling childlike eyes she sometimes gets during a rare moment. Except here it’s always there and rarely leaves, an opposite of today. But still, it’s a sign that under that tangle of darkness the little flower that she is here is still blooming)

Nick: *blinks almost sadly as he continues the memory if there's much left to it*

Jasmine: (Finally gets up and tramples over to the sandpit where Jie and Donovan have joined Lilac and Cosmos)

Lilac: (Eyes her younger sister up and down when she returns from her hyper rush) “You done with your zoomies, Rosie?”

Jasmine: (Nods her head eagerly, still bubbling with energy) “YEAH!!” (Notices that the castle her siblings had made is now squished, making her frown a little and tilt her head) “Oh no, what happened?”

Lilac: (Brushing off Cosmos‘s pants) “He sat on it by accident.”

Jie: (Kneeling in the sandpit, running her hands through the piles of sand) “Poor villagers…”

Donovan: (Nods his head, brushing off a plastic dinosaur that has its paint chipped and deeply faded)

Jasmine: (Sarcastically with much dramatic vocals) “Their lives will forever be deeply cherished and missed in our hearts…” (Bows her head with an overly done sigh, grinning a little)

Donovan: (Also bows his head with the most overly done sigh. He opens his mouth to add a few words to the inside joke, but erupts into a roaring fit of laughter followed by the rest of the older kids)

Cosmos: (Tugs on his sister overalls) “Ro-Ro, I'm hungry…” (It sounds more like he says Woe-Woe in his toddler talk…. Adorable!!)

Jasmine: (Ruffles his hair before turning to Donovan) “Donny, you brought your share, right?”

Donovan: (Picking up the toys he had brought and placing them in a backpack) “Yup.” (Pats his pocket that’s stuffed with dollar bills)

Lilac: (Holds up her purple plastic purse) “And I’ve got ours.”

Jie: (Points to her own pocket) “I have mine!”

Nick: Now what are you kids planning...? *almost a mischievous grin at them discussing what seems to be funds for lunch*

Jasmine: (Snatches Cosmos‘s hand in hers, waving to the other with her free arm) “C’mon guys, let’s go get our food cause it’s a long walk.”

Lilac and Jie: (Join hands with one another before Jie takes Donovan’s hand)

Donovan: (Holds his hand out for Jazzy’s free one)

Jasmine: (Has a mischievous smile as she takes it) “Okay… You may hold my hand, but no surprise kisses this time Donny!” (Squeezes his little hand with hers)

Lilac: (Snorts from her nose and rolls her eyes at her sister)

Jie: (Grins a toothy grin) “Hahaha!”

Cosmos: (Has no idea why they are laughing, but he starts giggling anyways)

Donovan: (Goes cherry red at his cheeks and ears from Jazzy’s teasing. He merely nods his head silently, looking away from her and their joined hands in embarrassment)

Nick: *simply follows the group as they go along for lunch*

Jasmine: (Leads the way from the park, setting their course for their favorite sub joint on the other side of town. The group of kids walk down the streets of their town, politely nodding their heads to anyone who was friendly enough to flash a smile. If a bad egg happened to frown in disgust, they were met with Jas either scowling, or pointing out their rude behavior)

Donovan: (While kicking a rock) “You think we can afford an extra sandwich this time?”

Jie: (Shakes her head) “I don’t think so, I barely brought enough to pay for my share and I might be a few dollars short.”

Lilac: (Kindly) “Sometimes they have a sale, and if we cross our fingers maybe they’ll be nice and give us a discount. Otherwise we can just split it smaller like always. It’s no big deal.”

Jasmine: (Opens her mouth to add something into the conversation, but she suddenly slows down and squints in the distance at something that caught her eye)

Lilac: (Stops and looks at her sister) “Rosie-Posie? What’s the matter?”

Jie and Donovan: (Try to see what she is staring at, but can’t seem to figure it out so they look at each other, then at Jasmine)

Dark Figure: (Peers out from an alleyway of a building at the group from ahead, watching them intently)

Jasmine: (Narrows her eyes and tugs her group towards the road, bringing Jamie protectively to her side and holding Donny’s hand tighter) “Let’s cross here.”

The Kids: (Follow along without a word, holding onto one another tightly while they look both ways and cross)

Dark Figure: (Slinks back into the shadows)

Jasmine: (Watches the alleyway from the corner of her eye when they pass)

Nick: *noticed the figure, as well... he's really hoping that doesn't turn back up in the memory- she's endured enough stress for one lounger session*

Jasmine: (After a few blocks, she relaxes her grip and hold on her friends and siblings, figuring it’s safe now that they are in a busier part of town. Moments like that are just how it is in these parts, good thing she could avoid them)

Cosmos: (Jumping up and down as they walk) “Nooka Coola! Nooka Coola! Nooka Coola!”

Lilac: (Watches her little brother hop up and down like a bunny) “Wait ‘till he finds out there is a whole park dedicated to Nuka Cola.”

Jasmine: “And that it cost an arm and a leg just to go for one day, not including food and all the other stuff.”

Donovan: (Sighs) “Even if we break all our piggybanks and combined all our money, we still wouldn’t be able to go!”

Jie: (Rolls her eyes) “Hector and Damien get to go every year, and they both make sure we get to hear all about it.”

Donovan: (Lets go of Jie’s hand and covers his nose so his voice sounds more nasally) “Hi my name is Dumb-Dumb Damien and this is my annoying butt-headed brother Hector. We are so rich that they let us into the park for free because we are better than everyone else.”

Jasmine: (Crinkles her nose at the mention of those boys) “Yeah well, I betcha that they get mistaken for escaped gorillas whenever they set foot into the safari zone.”

(This promptly sends the group into another rage of childish giggles, the section ending there with all the kids laughing and smiling hand in hand)

Nick: I'd say that's a good enough memory to end off on... *nods up at the sky to give Amari the go ahead, ending the session. He blinks and suddenly he's in the memory den again, he lifts the lid and takes a moment to reorient himself*

Amari: Easy- even with the lightest memories there can be some confusion after the session.

Nick: *nods* Thanks, doc. *slowly getting out of the pod* Might be best to tell her to keep her eyes closed.

Amari: *already opening Jas's pod, instructing her to do so already*

Jasmine: (Immediately shrieks when she is brought back into reality and she crosses her arms over her chest with a knife in hand and her ankles locked together. She keeps her eyes shut while her mind races to process everything that just occurred, her eyes misting a bit from the sweet memories)

Nick: *next to Amari* Hey, Rosie. It's alright... Take a moment to breathe. I'll be right here when you're ready to go.

Jasmine: (Removes her arms from around herself and wipes her eyes with her hands when she hears Nick, opening them to look at him as she trembles) “………” (She suddenly launches from the lounger and grabs onto Nick, wrapping her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist so she is clinging to him like a koala bear while she sobs something inaudible into his coat)

Nick: *stumbles back a bit but maintains his footing. He hesitates a moment, thrown off by the sudden reaction, then pats her back with his exposed hand* Okay, kiddo. We'll go. *uses his other hand to fish out about 30 caps from his pocket and kind of hands them to Amari* Here. For the trouble.

Amari: Keep it. These sessions are usually, as Hancock says, off the books. Besides it looks like you'll be needing it more for her sake.

Nick: That's awfully kind of you, Amari. *turns away to carry his daughter out the door*

Amari: *nods* Best of luck to you, Nicholas.

Nick: Same to you.

Jasmine: (Buries her face in the collar of his coat while the waves of grief and overwhelming beams of hope from the past memories smack at her. She almost worried that seeing them again would make her hopeless and spiral into despair… but it actually did the opposite in a way) (Quietly) “I love you so much…”

Nick: *warm smile at the teen* Love you too, doll. *rubs her back as they leave the memory den* Oh look, we seem to have gotten a full night's rest- well close to one, anyway. *noticing the hint of orange in the early morning sky*

Lucille: *stirring awake finding Geneveve absent from the room* Hm... I wonder if she left for the bar without me. *lays in bed blinking the sleep from her eyes*

Jasmine: (Quietly crying, but not in a way that’s out of control like earlier) (Softly) “I miss them….”

Nick: I know, doll... I know. *readjusting the bags on his other shoulder as they make their way to the hotel. He's about to go wake up Lucille*

Lucille: *Already very awake and gathering her things*

Jasmine: (Just hums sadly, keeping her eyes closed as she listens to his machinery whirl)

Nick: *Enters the Rexford hotel*

Lucille: *already running down the stairs* Oh- you guys already checked out?

Nick: I was just about to. *reaches in his pocket and tosses Lucille the room keys* But you can do it for us.

Lucille: What about Jas? Won't she need a bed?

Nick: Eh. Figured we're heading out soon. Going to take her by the office above the memory den but I couldn't just walk off with the keys*

Jasmine: (Actually dozing off a little, their conversation barely registering while she dances back on the edge of sleep)

Lucille: Alright. I'll be off to check on Gen. Hope Jas rests well. *starts walking to the reception desk*

Nick: Hope so, too. *walks out of the hotel and makes his way back to the Memory den- he keys in a code on the number pad next to the elevator in the alleyway and strolls right in*

Jasmine: (Let’s go of Nick momentarily so she toss some of her hair out of her face, clinging back to him immediately after she’s done)

Nick: *carries her into the small office with an even smaller bathroom. A ladder is propped up next to a glass door and half of the room are encased by scratched up bullet proof glass windows. He sets her on the black couch near his desk, then the bags, then himself in the rolling chair* Get some rest, doll... we've got a long journey ahead of us after today.

Lucille: *enters the mostly empty Third Rail and hears what sounds like someone singing scales. She walks past Ham and enters the vip area*

Magnolia: Surprisingly decent range for a Gen 2 voice module.

Lucille: So you say, but you're good friends with the famed Nick Valentine. Who's exactly a Gen 2.

Magnolia: He's an outlier, sweetheart.

Lucille: Well it's the same type of voice module- I've checked.

Geneveve: I take it I did well then?

Magnolia: You're a little rough around the edges but with some work, you might be able to cut it on stage.

Lucille: Does that mean-

Magnolia: Yes- but it'll take time. *to the newly hired singer* You should count yourself lucky, Geneveve. You at least have a place to stay in the office over there above the Memory Den while everyone's away.

Lucille: I'll be sure to give you the code to the door.

Geneveve: *covering her mouth giddily. If her eyes could sparkle, they would. Instead they glow a bright purple* This is wonderful. Thank you both for this chance.

Jasmine: (Whimpers and cries out when she feels that her dad is no longer holding her, both of her hands going to cover her teary face in her half sleep) (Mumbling desperately) “Daddy, don’t leave me here please! Don’t leave me alone…” (Rubbing her face while she starts to sob) “Don’t leave me please… I don’t wanna be alone again… Not again.”

Nick: Rosie- Kiddo, I'm not going anywhere. *rests a hand on her shoulder* I'm right here.

Lucille: Well, I'll leave you to the lessons.

Geneveve: Mama...? *suddenly sounds a bit worried*

Lucille: Yes, sweetie?

Geneveve: Please watch yourself out there. I don't want you to die...

Lucille: I will, Gen. I'm tougher than I look. *pulls out her sentry bot helmet and puts it on* Goodbye, you two... *leaves the VIP room*

Geneveve: *softly* Be safe...

Jasmine: (Shifts so she can reach out for his hand and she settles down when she hears his voice under the fogginess, breathing steadily)

Nick: *fishes Winnie out of the bag and hands it to her* Here you are, doll.

Hancock: *runs into Lucille* Word on the street is you're about to head out of town. You gonna be alright out there?

Lucille: Aw. Worried about me, Han?

Hancock: Why wouldn't I be? You're going out there without your power armor.

Lucille: I've survived without it before. I went solo wandering Nuka World that one time, remember?

Hancock: Yeah, after we cleared it out.

Lucille: Hancock, if you're that worried why don't you come with?

Hancock: I would be honored to but I've been away from Goodneighbor too long. She needs her mayor and I don't want people forgetting who runs this place- not in the authoritarian sense of course. Nah- what I'm offering is supplies. Ammo, some stims, and some food. *hands her a bag of caps*

Lucille: Very generous of you, Hancock.

Hancock: Hey, I'm a generous man. *makes a wide grandstanding gesture with his arms*

Lucille: Only problem is- shouldn't this go to the town?

Hancock: Considering I'm fully expecting you to buy from the locals? I'd say it counts.

Jasmine: (Snatches her stuffed bear from him and tucks it under her chin, finally dozing off with the comfort of warm memories wrapped around her and Dad close by)

Nick: *Carefully removes his hand so he can turn around to the type writer*

Jasmine: (Stays perfectly fast asleep, snuggling cutely with Winnie)

Nick: *starts typing up something- a novel it seems*

Lucille: *browsing through the wares at Kleo's shop, considering some stuff for modding. Figures Jas is going to need some armor and better weapons. Maybe a helmet, too. One that hides and protects her face.

Jasmine: (When she’s not wrangling around in her nightmares, she sleeps so motionlessly that one could say she’s dead. You can’t even hear/see that’s she’s actually breathing normally)

Nick: *softly humming the tune of that last lullaby her mother sang to her as he types*

Lucille: *remembers Jas's fighting style and goes for light armor... maybe a gas mask since it hides the face and is fairly light. Gets her a new dagger, too*

Jasmine: (Sleeping peacefully, somewhere deep in her dreams she can hear Nick humming that sweet and precious lullaby, making her feel even more relaxed)

Nick: *just keeps typing away and humming*

Lucille: *pays Kleo and walks over to Daisy's to buy some junk for modifications and food and medicine for the trip*

Jasmine: (Things are looking good for her right now, no nightmares or monsters seem to be on the horizon ready to taunt her already tortured soul. It should be written down as a miracle, really)

Lucille: *comes up the elevator and sets some freshly obtained supplies down for her companions* I have supplies.

Nick: *nods*

Lucille: How's the case going?

Nick: Oddly not much that hints at her being the original Nick's daughter, just a glimmer here and there. However, her family was pretty bad off.

Jasmine: (Still unmoving in her slumber despite there being a new presence in the room)

Nick: Also your father apparently chased her down a second time because she was wandering around town alone as a 9 year old.

Lucille: Wh-

Nick: And she outran him, too.

Lucille: Oh my god... *trying not to laugh*

Nick: Seems funny now but it really stressed her out at the time. He's a pretty intimidating looking man. Detective Rammstein, on the other hand...

Lucille: Detective who...?

Nick: Coworker with your father.

Lucille: Ah.

Jasmine: (Nuzzles closer to her teddy bear)

Nick: *turns away from his novel to talk to his partner* Turns out she's always been a real reckless firecracker with no regard to her safety... sound familiar?

Lucille: Hey, I'm not that reckless-

Nick: *gestures to her leather glove covered synth hand* My former right hand would disagree.

Lucille: *rolls her eyes under her helmet*

Nick: Anyway- she's always been the one to take charge even with someone older present. While living in the slums. It's no wonder she's so stubborn. *scratches at the left side of his head, just above his ear as he looks at his daughter*

Jasmine: (Has her face half hidden behind Winnie’s head with some runaway curls covering her eyes. She sprayed a special perfume on the bear a little while back, a flowery one that her mother had used. Although it’s been awhile, that faint scent is still there)

Nick: How can someone look so sweet asleep but have such a smart mouth...

Lucille: It's always the cute ones. *smirking under the helmet*

Nick: *takes off the Silver Shroud coat and armor, revealing his dingy white dress shirt and suspenders. Drapes the jacket over Jas and tucks the folded Silver scarf under her head gently* I'll give her another hour or so to rest...

Jasmine: (Also snuggles into Nicks coat the moment it’s draped over her, a small beautiful smile blooming on her face under the coils while she continues to slumbers like an angel)

Nick: *turns to the type writer again* Sleep well, doll... *starts to type again*

Jasmine: (She’ll need this rest that’s she’s getting for later, who knows when she can have a good sleep streak like this again)

Lucille: *sits and carefully inspects her Ghoul slaying knife, Stabby*

Nick: *keeps silently typing at his desk*

[An hour passes]

Jasmine: (Slowly stirs awake when her body alerts her it’s time to get up. She peeps open her big brown eyes and moves the curls from her face, looking around with confusion and a little worry until she spots Nick sitting nearby)

Nick: *still typing away*

Lucille: *now cleaning her ripper. Softly to it* There we are... nice and clean...

Jasmine: (Blinks rapidly a few times to help herself wake up, humming softly to let Dad know she’s awake while she rubs her face)

@lucilleandherrobots

#fallout #fallout 4 #fo4 #nick valentine #fallout oc #fallout original character

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res-is-so-cool · 8 months

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AHHH SO STORY IDEAAAAA???? SHOULD I FILL IT OUT AND MAKE IT MY 3K READS ON WATTPAD???

The station wagon speeds down the road. The mind flayer has gotten bigger with human guts and has it’s sights set on the kids.

Nancy drives quickly, Johnathan in the passenger, Lucas, Dustin, Max and El on the floor in the middle, and Mike and Will in the back.

The party has now realized, that these are the monsters from their original D&D game and are trying to think how to get away.

Mike and Dustin yell out things while Lucas denies them and Max yells about how illogical that is while El searches desperately for a way to get into the monster’s head.

But Nancy thinks of a way first. A really crazy way. A suicidal way. But other than that—what’s the worst that can happen? Other than… death.

She quickly calculates a way in her head, looking at things that could help them, but her mind and eyes lead her back to one thing.

“Do you guys trust me?” She asks, the rest of the group going silent, and Johnathan clutching her hand harder in fear of how fast she was going.

The group all hesitantly say yes, their eyes wide and bodies tense with fear. But Mike stays silent.

He saw where his sister was looking, and how close they were getting to it.

“Nance, what are you gonna do?” Mike asks a second later. Nancy looks at him in the mirror and suddenly, all she wanted was for her brother to make it out alive.

Nancy looks back at the road, at the upcoming cliff behind a thin railing with a big yellow sign, pointing right. Then she looks in the mirror again at the meaty monster rapidly getting closer to the car, it’s tooth-ed tongue reaching to grab them.

“F—k it.” She answers, jerking the stirring wheel to the left and driving straight through the railing.

Straight off the cliff.

The four boys clutch each other’s arms, finally renewing the agreement: “we live together, we die together.” Max hugs her body into Dustin, her arms wrapped tightly around El.

Nancy and Johnathan lock arms in the front, Nancy bracing herself for the airbag while Johnathan did the same. The car landed in a fluffy patch on the mountain, leaving the car totaled but the kids unharmed.

They all check their bodies, hands feeling up and down themselves to make sure their all their. Mike and Dustin almost immediately go into celebration but are cut off by Nancy.

She looks up, seeing the monster look over the side of the cliff.

“Shit, possum.” She says quickly, making everyone in the car let their bodies go limp, all falling in different positions to seem dead.

Will’s body immediately goes the way of gravity, which sends his head straight into Mike’s lap. Mike feels this, becoming semi hard, which was enough for Will to notice, but not enough for anyone else to see.

He tries to suppress his hard blush, Will trying to do the same as the monster checked the vehicle, making sure everyone was dead.

At last, it climbed back up the mountain and went through the closest door to the upside down.

And they were safe.

For now…

#stranger things #st5 scenarios #byler ig #apocalypse hawkins

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bettsfic · 2 years

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my deepest condolences re: the brainrot i personally blame it on the softness in eddie's eyes when he looked at her, the immediate change in his demeanor when she said "i don't want you to go" (why did she have to say it like THAT), and the moment he THREW himself on the ground for no reason at all like boy please be CHILL. so unbelievably excited to read anything you have written for them!

what really got me is the way she says "me??" after the line about being mean and scary, followed by him saying "terrifying." i mean, the whole scene got to me. i was sitting there smacking my roommate on the shoulder going "oh no, oh no, oh no" and then i was almost relieved chrissy got offed in ep1 because that made me far, far less invested in the rest of the season.

and then idk what happened. i got that anon and then i thought, well if i did write a fic, what would it be? and then i made the horrible mistake of getting in my car to drive somewhere, which is how most of my ideas happen, and by the time i got back home i had a whole fucking fic planned in my head.

i just can't stand crazy girls getting sidelined in things. like remember a couple years ago when i re-read the hunger games and came out of it like, time to push up my sleeves and fix annie cresta's characterization, and then i wrote a 60k fic about it?? this is exactly like that. mad girl poorly characterized and represented + fantastically written and deeply loveable male character who got done dirty by canon = i must fix this.

desperately hoping this stays under 20k. the premise of the fic is: no upside down au where chrissy is just straight-up dealing with psychotic symptoms. here's an excerpt (don't worry eddie only stays irritated for like 5 minutes and then he gets all soft and squishy for her again):

A light tap on her window. She slides it open for him, lets in the freezing spring air. He climbs into her room without any problems, which makes her wonder exactly how many windows he’s climbed through in his life. He looks so strange in her room, with his old jacket and his ripped-up vest, surrounded by pink and white soft things. There are little pieces of something floating all around, like snow.

His mouth forms an irritated line as he procures a peppercorn from somewhere. “Chew this.”

“Will it wake me up?” she whispers.

“What?”

“I’m dreaming.”

“No, you’re not.” He waves his hand in front of her face as if that’s some sort of proof. “You’re definitely awake. Just really, really high.”

“Why else would you come unless it’s a dream?”

“You asked me to. Just eat the fucking thing and come down so I can leave.”

“You came,” she says, a little awed. She thinks about the first time she saw him, on stage with his cool guitar, screaming into a microphone. That’s how he looks now, so far away on stage, too far away to touch.

“Once more, Chrissy Cunningham—you asked me to.”

She frowns down at the peppercorn. “I like the other names better.”

“What names?”

“Princess. Darling. Sweetheart.”

“Don’t take it personally. They just slip out.”

“Still,” she says. “I like them. You could call me anything and I’d like it, as long as you say it in that way.”

“In what way?”

“Like you can see me. Like I’m really here.”

He lifts up his hands and backs up toward the window. “Gotta say, I didn’t have ‘sneak into Chrissy Cunningham’s room at three a.m. to help her come down from a bad high’ on my senior-year bingo card. Excuse me if I’m a little in over my head here.”

“Don’t leave,” she says.

“Then quit stalling.”

#spst

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monty-glasses-roxy · 2 years

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How would the animatronics react if on an april fools day, they were brought in for an upgrade, which stuck them ALL on zoomies mode all day?

Staff regret this within five minutes. Roxy's zooms are typically contained and short lived since she gets tired after a couple hours but all day? For every animatronic? The staff want to find whoever came up with this and beat their asses.

Freddy suddenly won't shut up. He has roared more today than ever before. He's been drumming out beats on every surface possible and stomping his feet to make a beat. Some kids are kinda scared, others suddenly think he's cooler than Monty. This is the tamest of the zooms.

Chica is singing and chirping and has not come down from the support beams since it started. She's jumping between them, has almost fallen like twelve times in an hour but it does not stop her. She's climbing anything and everything she physically possibly can. They found her singing and dancing on top of Monty's gold statue in Rockstar Row and singing upside down hanging from the ship in Kids Cove. She's having a blast and suddenly understands the appeal of Roxy's zooms.

Monty has absolutely accidentally yeeted a child. Things have been thrown and his claws are flying through everything and it feels great. He's roaring and stomping around and chomping random objects and the property damage is multiplying by the hour. He fell in the water and he's been swimming laps around Gator Golf for three hours straight, dipping low into the water and jumping out occasionally like a dolphin. After this, he never teases Roxy with a squeaky ball ever again. It was fun though

Roxy has not stopped running at all. She actually caught the kid that Monty yeeted on accident, gently placed them down and then was gone again. She's howling as she charges around and if she doesn't get something to chew soon, she'll end up chewing her arm off. If Bonnie and Foxy are here? Bonnie catches her mid sprint, sticks a squeaky toy in her teeth and this is the only time she's been able to stay still all day since he trapped her in a hug to do it. The howls are replaced with loud squeaks and she's now jumping around a lot more as well. Feeling this hyper for this long knocks her out for like a day.

Bonnie has also been running around a lot. He's jumped off the balconies like thirty times and he is going boing and cartwheeling more than Sunny normally does. He's dancing and clapping almost constantly. He adds a few vocals to Chica's singing when she's low enough to the ground to hear him and he threw a bowling ball through the wall at least once. He slows down long enough to say to the staff that they should maybe cancel the show that night but it turns out Freddy already ensured it had been.

Foxy has never understood Roxy more than when the zooms hit him. He is racing after her trying to keep up and the two make a game out of it until Roxy gets the squeaker. Foxy gets one too and now they're just sprinting around eachother squeaking up a storm. He springs around a lot and he dove headfirst into a box a few times only to get stuck until Monty yeeted the box he was in. He's barking and yipping at everything and as he comes down from the zooms, he and Roxy just flop over on the floor somewhere barking at eachother in a slowly decreasing intensity.

Sunny just gets extra hyper. The jingling bells has grown in intensity cause they found even more bells and stuck them to himself with glitter glue. Speaking of, they are so covered in glitter you could mistake him for a disco ball. The daycare has never been cleaner since as soon as there's a mess, it's gone in three seconds flat. They're like a very jingly tornado flying through the place.

Moon has lost all sense of naptime and is preventing Sunny from switching to them until this passes. If they do end up fronting they're flying around like Superman on a sugar rush. Has grabbed some of the other animatronics and dropped them into the ballpit. He's having a blast but is also very grateful when it's over.

DJ Music Man is like a whack a mole game now. Just appears in one of the tunnels and disappears. Where is he now? No one knows! Just blasting music as he pops out of one tunnel and disappears into another at alarming speeds. The music is all over the place too, jumping from genre to genre at lightning speed but it's somehow still a bop.

Safe to say after this, anyone who teased Roxy about the zooms before, has now eaten their words and sworn off doing it ever again.

#fnaf security breach #roxanne wolf #glamrock chica #pop rox answers #glamrock freddy #five nights at freddy's security breach #montgomery gator #glamrock bonnie #glamrock foxy #the daycare attendant #fnaf sunny #fnaf moon #look at em go!!!#zoom!!!

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jeyramarie · 3 years

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Dead calm- Pogues x OC

summary: JJ’s ballistic behavior turns everything upside down.

wc: 4.5+k

warnings: angst, guns, cursing, mentions of abuse

a/n: here it is!! i hope you all enjoy it, @halsmultibitch and i are so excited!! this fic is our literal baby 😂 so please, any feedback is appreciated. happy reading 🦋

prologue~ pilot~ the lucky compass~ the forbidden zone~ spy games~ midsummers~ parcel 9~ part 2~

They all had planned to go get the gold right after they found it. Of course, they needed to work fast in case anything happened. Pope and Lani were in charge of the machinery, them being the smartest ones. The boys helped build everything and the curly haired kook drew the plan she had made up with Pope.

The sun was incredibly sunny that day. Everyone was sweaty but particularly Pope, John B and Lani who were modifying a boat winch. JJ and Fallon were smoking out on the hammock while Kie and Sarah sat inside the Twinkie. The pogue was explaining the drawing to the blonde causing both of them to chuckle.

“Who drew this?” Sarah laughed.

“Who do you think?” Kie chuckled and turned her head to the side to see Lani already staring. The kook stayed looking at her for a bit until John B brought her back to reality.

“You wanna help?” He asked the kook, causing her to stare at him with furrow bros.

“Help? I’m doing everything.” She said pushing John B with her hip making them chuckle.

“So, we get this boat winch out, bring it to the basement, drill it to the floor.” Pope explained moving his hands as if he was drilling. “We lower you down and get as much as we can. And uh-“

“We pray to God you don’t fall.” Lani finished and tapped the pogue’s shoulder before moving towards the Twinkie.

“Tha- That’s reassuring!” John B shouted sarcastically, making the kook laugh.

“Kie, this better work.” JJ said, walking towards the Twinkie with Fallon trailing behind. He threw three bars in the van and turned, leaning his back against the door.

“We can’t pawn this shit with a wheat symbol on it.”

“It’s gonna work.” Kie replied, holding up the blowtorch.

“Do you even know how to use that thing?” Lani asked jokingly as she crossed her arms.

“Duh.” The pogue laughed getting out of the van, towards a little stove they were gonna use to melt the gold in.

“You’re doing it wrong.” Lani began as she saw the pogue begin to melt the gold.

“No, I’m not.” Kie argued.

“I think I can do a better job.” JJ continued as the three of them argued over the gold that was being melted. John B and Sarah were sitting against a tree as Pope and Fallon stood aside, watching their friends.

“Okay, okay, just make sure the wheat symbol is gone.” The kook rolled her eyes and walked off into the Chateau to get her bag while Kie followed her with her eyes.

The Twinkie pulled up in front of the pawnshop and Pope slid open the door making the teens climb out onto the sidewalk. They all stood there and gathered around waiting for Kie to take out the gold.

“Good job melting this down, Dr. Frankenstein.” JJ said sarcastically, ripping the gold out of Kiara’s hand.

“Like you could've done better.” She replied.

“I could have, I took a welding class.”

“Whoa, whoa-” John B began, trying to get their attention.

“When did you take a welding class?” Lani asked with furrowed brows.

“Guys, chill, okay?” The pogue interrupted, causing all of them to turn to him.

“Easy for you to say, you’re not going to pawn off this shit. Why did we get this job anyway?” JJ asked, shrugging his shoulders.

“‘Cause we’re the best liars.” Fallon chuckled, taking the blonde’s hand and pulling him towards the pawn shop. The doorbell rang as they opened the door, everyone single one of them greeting the old lady behind the counter. Lani, Pope and Kie walked towards the back while Sarah and John B stayed to the side. JJ and Fallon walked straight to the counter, holding hands as they began their performance.

“Afternoon, ma’am. I see you buy gold?” The blonde started giving her a small smile.

“That’s what the sign says, don’t it?” The lady replied with an attitude making Fallon look at JJ.

“Well, I sure hope you buy a lot of it, because we’re about to blow your mind.” The pogue smiled and placed the blob of gold on the counter. The lady didn’t quite believe it was real. She then later began to believe JJ after doing the acid test, after scratching it and taking it in her hand. It was a very heavy blob of gold, it wasn’t painted or plated, nothing.

“Looks like somebody tried to melt it down.” The lady pointed out and lifted her head to look at the pogues.

“My mom’s jewelry. It was laying around the house and she thought it would be best to melt it.” JJ said, placing his elbows on the counter as Fallon trailed her hand up and down his back.

“Seven pounds? That’s a lot of earrings.”

“To be honest ma’am, it’s been hard for my fiance and I.” He began, taking Fallon’s hand.

“I wanna give her a nice house and a beautiful wedding…”

“Aren’t you a little young to be getting married?” The lady asked, feeling suspicious of the ‘couple’.

“You’re never too young to be in love, right honey?” Fallon smiled leaning in to kiss JJ’s cheek. He stood up straight and wrapped an arm around her shoulder, pecking her forehead.

“You’re absolutely right, baby.” JJ smiled.

“Give me a minute.” The lady muttered and walked off to another section of the store. JJ and Fallon turned to the pogues with a huge smile and with their thumbs up.

“I don’t know how they do this so easily.” Lani whispered looking at them as she chuckled.

“I know right?” Kie whispered back, crossing her arms over her chest. After a few seconds, the lady came back and stood in front of the teens.

“I talked to my boss. I can give you 50k for it.”

“You really think we would come here not knowing the spot price?” Fallon asked, beginning to feel annoyed.

“Ma’am, I know for a fact that this is worth 140, at least.” JJ said, tapping his finger against the counter. They continued to argue about the price until they finally made it to an understanding.

The only bad thing was that they didn’t have the amount in the store which meant that the teens had to drive somewhere else to get it. Lani looked at Pope feeling hesitant about the whole thing, they both knew that wasn’t normal. They walked out of the pawn shop and stood next to the Twinkie, discussing their next move.

“What I wanna know is how you two faked that so well.” Kie chuckled pointing at JJ and Fallon who looked at each other and smiled.

“Power of deception.” The caramel haired pogue shrugged with a smirk before climbing into the van.

The Twinkie drove over a dusty road towards the address the lady had given JJ. Apparently, the money was somewhere else.

“I’ve never heard of Resurrection Drive.” Sarah stated looking up to her friends.

“Well that’s cause you’re rich.” JJ said, shrugging his shoulders.

“You’ve never heard of it either though.” Fallon poked his thigh making him jump since her touch felt ticklish.

“Am I the only one that finds all of this weird?” Lani asked, fidgeting with her necklace as she looked behind down the road and back at the pogues.

“There’s nothing but an empty road and trees.” Kie continued looking out the window next to her. Suddenly, blue lights shone against the rear view mirror followed by a police siren.

“Cops? Out here?” JJ asked getting on his knees to look out the bad.

“Are you kidding me?” John B muttered pulling up on the side of the road.

“What did we do?” Pope asked, stretching his neck to look outside.

“Stach that!” The blonde yelled, throwing the pogue a small bag of weed. They kept rummaging through their things, hiding what was necessary. Fallon sat in between Kie and Lani, getting all innocent. They all sat up straight and went quiet when they heard a car door close. Suddenly, a masked man pointed his rifle at John B making everyone look in shock and fear.

“Why don’t I go ahead and see them hands in the air?” The man said never lowering his gun. His voice sounded familiar to everyone but the situation didn’t quite let them think.

“All y'all's hands up in the air now! You, out of the car!” He shouted, making John B open the car door and get out. The pogue kept his hands up as he walked around the car.

“Let's go! Out of the car! Let's go!” He shouted to Sarah who climbed out of the passenger seat with shaky hands.

“Hurry! Let them out! What are you waitin' on? What are you waitin' on? Let them out!” The shooter shouted at John B, pushing on his back as he opened the back door.

“All y'all! Go on! Go on! Let's get out the car! Let's go!” The pogues hurried out of the van with their hands up in surrender.

“There you go, pretty girl.” He mumbled at Fallon who was 100% sure about who it was. “Here we go! Get out the car, let's go! Hurry up! There you go!” The man continued as the pogues stood in a line in fear.

He demanded all of them to get on their knees and lay on the ground but the more he talked the more they all remembered who it was. Fallon stood there and lowered her hands as all her friends layed on the dirt.

“Barry?” She asked him, causing him to turn as he responded to his name. He lowered the bandana that was covering his mouth and walked towards her with his rifle to her face. JJ was about to stand up but Barry moved his weapon towards the blonde.

“Don’t even think about it! Stay the fuck down!” The pogue went back to his knees as Barry moved back to Fallon.

“I’ve seen you before… you’ve hung out with country club haven’t you?”

“You mean Rafe, yeah I have.” Fallon spat with a straight face as JJ clenched his jaw at the name.

“You dating him or something?”

“No, I’m not.” She kept an emotionless face.

“Well he talks about you a whole lot.” Barry clenched his jaw at the pogue’s attitude and lifted the bandana over his nose again.

“Get on the fucking ground.” He muttered with gritted teeth, pointing the rifle at her head as she got down to the floor. Barry moved slowly towards the Twinkie, sticking half his body into the van looking for the blob of gold.

“It’s a setup, guys.” Pope muttered, turning his head to JJ who was gripping his cap strongly.

“That old bat shanked us.” Fallon whispered loudly and muttered a low ‘fuck’ under her breath. Barry got tired of looking and turned to the pogues. He looked at one of the girls and walked towards Lani, grabbing her curls and pulling her up.

The kook shouted in pain causing everyone to look up. Kiara felt anger creep up her whole body making her move to stand up but Barry quickly pointed his gun at her. The pogue stopped and stared at Lani who had tears running down her cheeks.

‘Get down.’ she mouthed to the pogue that was with her fist and jaw clenched. Kiara nodded and walked back to where she was, getting on her knees and on her stomach.

“Look for the gold and give it to me.” Barry muttered into her ear and pushed her into the van. Lani rummaged through the bags with shaky pretending that she didn’t know where it was.

“I don’t- I don’t know whe-”

“Yes, you do! Fucking get it!” He shouted and pushed the barrel of the gun to her head.

“Okay, okay!” The kook shouted desperately, tears fell on the carpet as she sniffled. She unzipped JJ’s backpack and pulled out the gold that was wrapped in the blonde’s t-shirt. Barry ripped it out of her hands and looked at the pogues before beginning to walk to the back of the van. John B looked up and began to stand up causing Lani to shake her head immediately.

“What are you doing?” She whimpered as everyone else looked up at the pogue.

“John B… no.” Sarah whimpered.

“John B.” Pope muttered.

“Don’t be a hero, man.” JJ said with gritted teeth as he followed the pogue with his eyes.

“Sh.” John B whispered and hurried quietly towards Barry’s car, getting into the back seat.

“All right, y'all stay like that. Unless you wanna get your brains blown out all over the road, don’t move your goddamn heads, okay?” Barry shouted waving his gun at the teens before looking at both sides of the road and hurrying back to his car.

John B appeared from the back and began to wrestle with Barry in the car as the pogues stood up to go and help. Kiara punched him in the face, Fallon kicked him in the balls and Sarah jammed his head against the car door causing him to sit against it all bloodied up. Everyone hit him at least once except Lani, who was still a bit shaken up.

“Listen, I couldn’t hurt any single one of y’all-” Barry began but was quickly cut odd with JJ’s fist connecting with his face.

“Come on, let’s get outta here.” John B said, grabbing his shoulder but the pogue abruptly got away from his grasp. The blonde rummaged through his pockets and pulled out his driver’s license.

“We got one last stop.” JJ muttered and moved to the driver’s side as everyone followed, leaving Barry beating up in the middle of nowhere. The teens piled up the van and stayed in silence for a while, processing what just happened. Kie sat next to Lani and held her hand in comfort.

“Are you okay? Did he hurt you? He didn’t hit you right?” The pogue rambled causing the kook to smile.

“No, Kie. I’m fine, okay? Just still a bit scared but I’m fine.” Lani said and tightened her grip on the pogue’s hand causing her to smile and nod her head.

JJ went ballistic, ignoring John B’s questions as he drove through the Cut until he pulled into Barry’s wasteland, where he sold drugs. Everyone except Lani knew where they were and why they were there. They still climbed out of the van once the blonde turned off the ignition.

“Where are we?” Lani asked as she climbed out of the Twinkie, looking around at the tall uncut grass and rusty metal laying on the ground.

“Barry’s drugland.” Fallon muttered, kicking a small rock as she walked around.

“And why are we here, JJ?” The kook asked, turning to the blonde. He looked up at his friends and walked towards the old trailer, pulling the screen door open.

“Umm, someone needs to get him..” Lani muttered, pointing her finger towards the moveable home. Everyone turned to Fallon, who was staring at the floor but quickly looked up when she felt someone staring.

“Wait- why are you staring at me?” She asked, pointing at herself.

“You’re the only one that can control him.” Kie shrugged.

“No, no. I can control normal JJ, not crazy ballistic JJ. I’m not fighting with this one.” Fallon spat, crossing her arms over her chest and walking to the van to lean against it. John B took a deep breath and looked at everyone before quietly walking towards the trailer in search of JJ. They stayed in silence, waiting for the boys.

“Does he usually get crazy ballistic?” Lani muttered, standing next to Fallon who was staring down the road.

“Not really, this is like the second time in all the years I’ve known him.” The pogue whispered back as the kook nodded her head.

“I just hate it when it happens.” Fallon whispered, staring at her shoes as she kicked around a small rock. The kook turned her head to the pogue and playful nudged her shoulder.

“Yet you care about him, way too much.” Lani grinned as Fallon gave her a small smile. The pogue was about to say something else when JJ and John B walked out of the trailer. The blonde had a duffle bag and a wad of cash in his hand causing everyone to move closer to him.

“Okay, I’m looking at like 5 grand each for reparations for putting us through this bullshit.” JJ said as he went through the cash, walking towards the van.

“So, that’s what we’re doing now? We’re robbing drug dealers?” Kie asked, raising her voice causing the blonde to turn around.

“This Barry guy is gonna find out.” Sarah frowned in fear.

“He’s a very dangerous person, JJ and you know that.” Fallon said, giving him worried eyes.

“Yeah, you know that really well don’t you?” JJ muttered.

“What is that supposed to mean?!” The pogue shouted in anger.

“He said that Rafe talks about you a lot… you’ve spent a lot of time with him if he does-”

“That’s fucking bullshit, JJ!”

“Spend time in his car, in his house, in his bed, somewhere else I’m missing?! Oh yeah, maybe you’re doing lines with him too, a cute little third date!” JJ shouted at Fallon leaving her shocked and hurt. Everyone stayed quiet, stunned at what the blonde had just said.

“JJ… just breathe, you don’t really mean that.” Lani said softly with sad eyes.

“You shut the fuck up!” He shouted pointing his finger at her causing the kook to take a step back.

“Don’t talk to her like that!” Kie shouted standing in front of Lani. JJ went back inside the van, calling everyone to join him but as no one moved, he got angry and climbed out.

“What?” He asked dryly.

“We’re tired of your shit.” John B said, walking towards him.

“Oh, my shit-”

“Yes, your pulling guns out on people shit.” Kie stated beginning to feel annoyed.

“Dude, you’re acting like a maniac-” Pope began.

“Shit, Pope, I took the fall for you, man! Do you know how much money I owe because of you?!” JJ shouted, cutting off the pogue.

“I’m gonna pay you back and I didn’t ask you to do that!”

“I just did! Pay it back, right here, right now, by myself. You know what? That’s exactly what I’m gonna do.” He said turning towards the van to get his bag.

“Go off by myself.” The blonde began to walk off, never looking back.

“JJ, come on!” Lani shouted trying to get him to come back as she always had a soft spot for him. Kie put her hand on the kook’s shoulder and gave her a side hug.

“Let him go.” She whispered and moved towards the van as the pogues pilled inside.

They drove back to the Wreck and stayed there waiting for JJ to call or show up. Fallon was staring out at the marsh next to Pope. Sarah was sitting next to John B and Kie stood next to Fallon who was sitting across from the blonde kook.

“He’ll come around, okay?” John B said, trying to calm his friends down.

“Do you think he went to his dad?” Lani asked, biting her nails in nerves. Fallon turned at the mention of Luke but stayed quiet.

“How do you know about that?” Kie questioned looking at the kook.

“I um.. I saw some things… a while back.” The kook whispered and looked down at her hands. The conversation turned back to the gold. Pope thought it would be better to get it all at once while they looked for a trustworthy pawn shop. The plan wasn’t ready to go into motion since John B had a ‘son and father in law date’ as Lani said. They finally agreed on going for the gold at night to let him go fishing.

After the wreck, Kie, Lani, Fallon and Pope left for his house to work on the machinery to get the gold. And John B and Sarah left to God knows where. Pope and the girls finished up and went to the Chateau to leave everything there. When they arrived it was already dark so they didn’t expect anyone to be home.

Pope got out of his dad’s truck first, immediately going to the back to get the stuff. They began talking about some random stuff when lights turned on around them. They were christmas like lights hanging over the trees causing them to look at each other in confusion.

“What the fuck?” Lani whispered in surprise.

“Who the hell is that?” Kie asked, walking towards the motor noise.

“What the hell is going on now?” Fallon muttered, beginning to feel annoyed. They walked around the trees and heard a cork from a champagne bottle pop open. It was JJ in a hot tub surrounded by many lights and little flamingo floaties that held his champagne glass.

“What did you do, JJ?” Pope asked with his mouth agape.

“I got a jet going straight up my butt right now.” JJ slurred, looking over his sunglasses.

“Y’all should get in immediately, you hear me?” He said as he grabbed two more glasses and sloppily filled them up.

“How much did this cost?” The pogue asked and looked at the girls who were staring at the blonde.

“Uh.. well, with the generator, the petrol and oh, hey, express delivery… pretty much all of it, yeah.” The blonde said pointing at the items he listed.

“What?!” Lani shouted.

“All of it?” Pope asked.

“Yeah, all of it.”

“You spent all the money in one day?” Kie asked with furrowed brows.

“Yep, burnt a hole right through my pocket but I mean, like, come on, guys, like, look at this! Finest in jet-based massage therapy, that’s what they told me.” JJ said calmly as everyone else stayed quiet in shock. Lani stared at him and shook her head sofly, not believing what she was hearing.

“Lani, what? Can’t a man have a little luxury in life? Come on, all this scrimpin’ and scrapin’ I mean like… guys, we- you only live once, right? Enough of this emotional shot, Get in the cat’s ass. Come on.” The blonde ranted, ripping off his sunglasses and tapping the back of the tub, signalling his friends to get in.

“In the what?” Kie muttered.

“The cat’s ass, it’s what I named her.” JJ smirked.

“Oh, hey, yo, I almost forgot.” He leaned forward and pushed a button that caused water to spring out from the sides of the tub.

“Huh? Yeah, that’s right, I know. Disco mode, baby!” He smiled, leaning back against the tub.

“Are you kidding me? You could’ve paid for restitution!” Pope shouted.

“Or literally given it to any charity!” Kie yelled, feeling pissed off by the blonde and his drunken actions.

“Guys-” Lani began trying to get them to stop.

“Or better yet, you could’ve helped us get more supplies to get the gold!”

“Well, you know what? I didn’t!” JJ shouted standing up causing everyone to gasp as they all saw the purple bruising on his body.

“I got a hot tub! For my friends. I got a hot tub for my friends. You know what? No, you know what? Screw friends. I got a hot tub for my family… for my girl.” He looked at the pogue who was on the verge of crying.

“JJ..” Fallon muttered, speaking for the first time in a while.

“I got this for you.” The blonde slurred pointing at his friends.

“Look at what I got you. Look at this! Look at all of this!” He shouted as he turned around.

“J, wha-”

“Stop being emotional, Lani. It’s fine, okay?” JJ cried.

“I mean, it’s sweet, right? Everything- Just get in.” He continued as Fallon climbed the tub and pulled him into a hug. The blonde immediately broke down when he felt the girl’s arms around his body. She was soft and warm and welcoming, she made him feel safe.

“I just couldn’t do it… I can’t take him anymore.” JJ sobbed, holding onto Fallon a bit tighter as she silently cried into his shoulder.

“I know, I know. It’s okay, I’m here now. You’re okay.” She whispered softly into his ear.

“I was gonna kill him.” He whimpered and cried, making Lani climb over the tub and hug him too. Kie and Pope joined in for a bit, hugging him tightly as if they were trying to hold his pieces together. After a few minutes of hugging, JJ had finally calmed down and stopped crying.

“Guys, I can take it from here.” Fallon whispered as they all broke from the hug.

“You sure?” Lani asked with sad eyes.

“Yeah, I’m sure. Just… Pope, take the girls home.” The pogue nodded and got out of the tub, helping the girls climb out too. The truck drove away from the Chateau, leaving JJ and Fallon alone in silence.

“J, let’s go get you in the shower. Come on, honey.” She whispered as she parted from the hug and began to walk backwards to climb out of the tub. The pogue helped the blonde out as well, making sure he didn't stumble on the way to the house. Fallon led him to the bathroom and turned on the shower, putting it in the perfect temperature as JJ swayed without realizing.

“Let’s get you in the shower, come on.” She whispered and began to untie his swimsuit. Once he was anked, she helped him into the shower and handed him the soap bar.

“I’ll be outside, in case you need anything.” Fallon turned around to leave but was quickly stopped by JJ holding onto her wrist.

“Please stay… I don’t wanna be alone.” The blonde whispered.

“I’m gonna go get your clothes, okay?” He nodded and she walked out, quickly getting some sweatpants and a hoodie. The pogue walked back in and placed the clothes on the toilet before hearing the shower being turned off. JJ pushed the curtain to the side, making Fallon immediately turn his back to him as he dried himself.

“Okay, you can look.” He said. She turned to him and helped him get dressed. They both walked out and went to the hammock outside, taking in the silent night and the cold breeze.

“Thank you for helping me.” JJ whispered.

“Of course, J. You know I’m here for you. Always.” Fallon gave him a small smile looking into his eyes. He returned the smile, never parting his eyes from her. The way her dimple looked against her cheek, how she had subtle freckles on her nose, he was in complete awe with the pogue.

JJ placed his hand on her jaw, rubbing his thumb on her cheek. Fallon began to lean in but quickly stopped, thinking about the situation. But JJ didn’t care about that, all he cared about was kissing his girl. He leaned in and connected his lips with hers. Both of them fit together like puzzle pieces as if they were always meant to connect. The kiss began to build up as Fallon put her hand on his chest, getting closer to him. The pogues stayed kissing and talking for the rest of the night, finally feeling complete.

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personalwritingblog · 2 years

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The UpsideDown what? (Steve harringtonxx)

THIS IS A SERIES - First chapter.

Parts - One - Two - Three - Four - Five - Six - Seven - Eight - Nine - Ten

This is a re-upload. My other account felt too clustered

Short Description - The reader thinks Steve is cheating because he keeps bailing on your plans to meet up, one night you follow him and find him at Nancy’s house. Steve and Nancy explains what’s going on and you’re left with the information of the Upside Down.

Pairing - Steve + reader

Warnings - Swearing + Sexual remarks and scenes (Smut - not it this chapter) + Violence + spoilers for season 2

(A/n) - This is my first attempt of writing an imagine series. If you could maybe comment at the end of this or just send me a message to tell me if it is good or not. Taglist is open.

Words - 1342 (Kinda short sorry guys)

I DO REQUESTS!!!!! - Fandoms mainly include: Stranger things + Supernatural + Vampire Diaries + The Originals + game of thrones + Marvel + one Direction + Many more.

I hope you enjoy this!

You watched as Steve drove off, he was clearly upset when he hung up his phone and hastily explained to you why he had to leave, even though he couldn’t tell you who he was going to meet up with. You can’t take this anymore, you have been together for almost five months and you know it’s not that long, but you just can’t help the idea that he is cheating on you.

Today has been the third time he’s left to go help some person who he doesn’t want to mention, and he says that he cannot explain as to why he is going to this person and what is going on because it could put you in danger. “Fuck it.” you mumbled as you grabbed your car keys and ran out to your car.

You pulled out of the drive way and sped to meet up with Steve’s car, but keeping a good distance. If you were not mistaken the road he was taking was leading up to Nancy’s house. You couldn’t take it, not that, not her. Tears were threatening to spill as Steve’s car pulled into her driveway. You didn’t stop, you didn’t even look at him as he climbed out of the car. Your eyes were focused in front of you as you made your way back to your house.

(NEXT DAY)

You woke up the next morning still angry at everything and everyone, how could Steve do this to you? You couldn’t even think straight as you got dressed and moved through the house like a zombie, you grabbed an apple and barely said goodbye to your parents.

The drive to school went slowly, and the music was also not helping. It is as if every song that came up made you feel even worse about yourself. You sighed at the feeling of your heart getting heavier, it was pulling your spirit down with it. You pulled in to the parking lot, you were not prepared to face Steve. What if he wasn’t even cheating, what if she just really needed help? You forced yourself to hope for the later.

You spotted Steve’s car in his usual spot and the anger returned instantly. He climbed out of his car just as yours stopped. You grabbed your books and got out, “(Y/n)!” Steve called but you ignored him and headed straight for the building. You were not emotionally strong enough to speak to him right now. “(Y/n)!” he called again but you were not going to give in that easily.

He grabbed your wrist right before you reached your locker. “(Y/n) what the hell?” Steve leaned on your locker and tried making eye contact, but you refused. “(Y/n) speak to me, please.” He half begged. You slammed your locker shut and stared at him, causing a few of the other students to turn and stare at you.

“How was last night?” Steve looked confused. “What?” You shook your head. “Do not try and play dumb with me, asshole.” You hissed and turned around, almost bumping in to someone. Your blood boiled when your eyes landed on Nancy’s face. “Ah, just the shithead I wanted to see! Hope you had fun with my boyfriend last night.” You said, a little bit too loudly, which caused you to feel embarrassed when people started whispering, so you blushed.

“Excuse me?” She asked in her annoying voice, clinging onto her books, eyes darting between you and Steve. “Forget it, you two deserve each other.” You mumbled and stepped away. Suddenly someone grabbed your wrist and pulled you in to a closet, you turned around to see Steve and Nancy both staring at you. “What the hell.” You exclaimed, kidnapping was not on your list for today.

Steve pulled his fingers through his hair and looked at Nancy. “I can’t lie to her anymore. So, are you going to explain, or should I?” He asked, standing with his hands on his hips. She looked deep in thought. “Listen, I don’t want to know who kissed who first or where they touched each other, I’m out.” You sassed and tried to leave but Steve blocked your way, his hand reached for your face, but you pulled away. You could’ve sworn you saw pain flash in his eyes. “Listen here you dickhead, you are going to sit your ass down and just listen to what we are trying to say to you, or so help me God! I am not cheating!” Steve started to get angry, so you just listened and did what he said. You felt annoyed that he called you a dickhead though.

(Almost an hour and a half later.)

“I’ve already missed two of my classes just to listen to this ‘upside down’ bullshit story?” You questioned standing up, your heart was racing. Secretly you did believe the stuff they were saying, even if it was crazy. “Are you kidding me?” Steve exclaimed and threw his hands up in the air, over exaggerating. “Do you want proof?” Nancy asked you with a straight face. “Obviously.” You replied, moving your head in the way that can only be described as a bobbly head.

“Then let’s go, my brothers friend, Dustin has this lizard thing he found and it’s locked up in his bedroom.” Steve frowned. “How do you know that?” She rolled her eyes and grabbed her bag. “Mike, duh.” She then left the room, leaving you alone with Steve. You picked up your bag and draped it over your shoulder. “Well, I’m not going to miss another class, see you later.”

You stepped forward to leave the room, but Steve stepped in front of you. “(Y/n).” He said softly, reaching for your face. You allowed him to touch you this time. His hand was warm against your skin, and the heat spread to the rest of your body. “I’m sorry.” You blurted out. Steve just nodded his head, “Yeah, I know. It was kind of funny when you called Nancy a shithead though.” He chuckled softly, now bringing both hands to your face.

He leaned in slowly, “I can’t believe you called me a dickhead, you dickhead.” You mumbled. Saying that to him made him burst out laughing. His beautiful face breaking into that heart melting smile that you loved. “You sure are beautiful.” You mumbled. Steve’s cheeks turned a very light shade of pink. “Stop that bullshit.” He smiled. “We all know who’s the real beauty here.” He said and snaked his arms around your waist, pulling you closer and making you smile. “I don’t know, who?” You asked and looked around the room. He didn’t say anything, he just pressed his lips firmly to yours, taking your breath away.

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jinkicake · 4 years

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You Call Him Daddy?!

You accidentally call them daddy in front of the team.

Miya Atsumu x Reader

Miya Osamu x Reader

Anon,,,,,, I..... I did not mean to go off the way I did. And for the Miya twins?! This is so humiliatingggggg,,,, ugh I’m gonna go...... bathe in atsumu content.

S M U T

WC- 1,919

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Miya Atsumu

Atsumu is such a fsfhweufhwei,, I hate him, please this bitch would be soooo annoying

Tsum-Tsum would probably be proud that you called him daddy in front of others, whether it was accidental or not

Even though, he is a little selfish at times and would very much like to keep you to himself,

You and Atsumu are not exactly ‘offical yet’, you might as well be though

I mean, what else do you call two people who fuck around with only each other and no one else?? That’s dating…….

Especially since a motherfucker caught feelings, but you don’t need to tell Atsumu that yet

“Why does he look like a character from a manhwa I read?” Your friend trails off while staring down at the setter, her eyebrows are pinched together in thought

“Please stop talking.” You beg but she simply shakes her head

“Who does he look like….” She mumbles and you roll your eyes, Atsumu does not need to get his head any bigger by knowing that he looks like a handsome cartoon character “This is going to bug me all day”

“Why did we come to their practice match?” You ask instead and she clasps her hands together excitedly

“Because Oijro is a hottie!” Her voice echos throughout the gym and you bite your tongue to stop yourself from laughing at the way multiple people turn and look at her

“You got a point there,” You can’t help but admit, Ojiro is hot

“But Atsumu, ah!” She starts fanning herself and your face pinches with disgust

“Atsumu is not hot and has the personality of a toothpick” Your insult sounds throughout the gym, not that you or your friend noticed, your friend simply scoffs and flips her hair

“I don’t want to hear it from you, ‘miss I would call Atsumu daddy’!” Your jaw drops at her words and you immediately sputter excuses

“I never said that!”

“Yes, you did!” She pushes

“Why the fuck would I say that I would call Atsumu ‘daddy’, do I look like the type of person to do that?” You screech and your friend nods slowly and places her hands on her hips

“Uh yeah” She answers like it is the easiest thing in the word, she interest herself in her nails rather than your seething form in front of her

“Fuck you” You gasp mockingly, placing your hand over your heart in feign hurt

“Why don’t you fuck Atsumu first” She retorts

“Already did!”

“You motherfucker-“

You aren’t sure what you’re scared of more, the look of horror on your friend's face or the volleyball that hits the railing you were leaning on. However, when you see the look of anger on Atsumu’s face, you know which one is more terrifying. Your eyes trail to his figure and notice he is in the corner of the court, fuck he was serving.

The rest of his team are trying to hold back their laughter, even Kita is laughing loudly at you and your friend’s bickering

“I interrupted his serve,” You gasp in horror and your friend pinches her lips together, her eyes filled with guilt

There was something deep in Atsumu’s eyes and you could tell just by the passive look on his face that tonight he is going to ruin you

“Nice and loud for daddy.” Atsumu plunges deep inside of you, his hips ram into the back of your thighs over and over again. Your eyes prick with tears at the sensation and you moan loudly while squeezing around his length. “There you go, baby.”

This is so humiliating, the way Atsumu has you positioned. You’re on your hands and knees while he mounts you with the ferocity of a beast.

“You know I hate it when little girls disrupt my serve,” He growls out, and you whimper when his hand comes down to strike your ass. “so why did you do that? Hmm, squealing with your friend like a little pig?” Atsumu spits his words and you feel your heart clench at his anger and disappointment.

“Atsumu, I-I’m sorry-“ You begin to apologize but he simply interrupts you with another slap. “Daddy.” You whimper and your eyes fill with tears at the sting, at the sound of your sniffles Atsumu pulls out of you. He gently places his hands on your shoulders to rest you on your back before climbing on top of you.

Atsumu eagerly fills you once more, this time more gently, while he kisses the tears off your cheeks.

“You’re sorry, baby?” He grunts and you nod too many times, the guilt in your eyes makes Atsumu’s head hurt. “It’s okay. Did daddy hurt your feelings?” His question almost sounds sarcastic and you’re not sure how to respond. “Awe, sweet girl. Let daddy take care of you now.”

Atsumu moves one of his hands down to fondle your clit while slowly thrusting into you, allowing you to feel every inch of his hard cock toying with your walls.

“Thank you, daddy,” Your back arches off the bed and Atsumu is quick to take one of your nipples into his mouth, rolling the nub into a peak with his tongue. The moan that leaves your mouth bounces off the walls of his bedroom and you feel Atsumu twitch inside of you.

“That’s it, baby, let it all out.”

Miya Osamu

Osamu probably wouldn’t care, maybe he’d laugh at the embarrassed looking on your face but other than that, he thinks it’s funny

Though if Atsumu teases him enough, he will cuss a bitch out

Myaa-sam is such a cutie, much more of an angel than his demonic brother

It’s a random Saturday afternoon and you’re hanging out with your boyfriend in his room, with his brother….. of course

Osamu has his window slightly open and the summer air flows into his room, you’re laying upside down on his bed while playing your switch

Atsumu is scrolling through YouTube with his back resting against the bed and Osamu is at his desk ‘trying’ to do his homework

Keyword : trying

“Now a loser who can’t even set the ball,” Atsumu narrates the video he is watching and you lean over his shoulder to look at the player

“Who even is that?” You ask out of curiosity and Atsumu shrugs

“Just some player I know from the training camp I went to” His reply is so nonchalant that you barley even miss the insult

“Clearly he knows how to set the ball if he went to the training camp Tsum-Tsum” You tease and Atsumu groans in annoyance

“Why did you let her meet Bokuto and Akaashi?” The kinpatsu stares at his brother, Osamu simply flicks him off and continues to focus on his book

“Leave him alone, he’s trying to study~” You narrow your eyes at your boyfriend, annoyed that he isn’t paying attention to you

You can’t blame him though since he is working on school work

“(Y/N), he is reading some cooking magazine” Atsumu rolls his eyes and you place the switch down softly before standing up and walking over to your boyfriend “Oh, I’m going to fuck Tom Nook up!” Atsumu grabs the switch and starts peacefully playing the game

“‘Samu,” You groan and wrap your arms around his shoulders, cuddling into his neck and looking at the paper in front of him

Yup, he is actually looking at all the different ways to make rice balls

You know he isn’t going to pay attention to you, but maybe…. Just maybe it will work if you text him instead

You grab your phone from your back pocket to text your boyfriend

You : Tell Atsumu to leave so we can fuck

You : Please, daddy???

Osamu’s phone vibrates on the edge of his table beside his bed, right where Atsumu is

You watch in horror as the setter grabs the phone and you jump on top of him to get it back

“Atsumu, give me that!” You screech and try to grab Osamu’s phone

“You’re one of those psycho girlfriends aren’t you, let’s find out if Osamu is a cheater!” He gasps excitedly and you two barley notice how Osamu’s eye starts twitching

“No!” You cry

“Yes!”

Atsumu finally ends up on the other side of the room while you sit on top of Osamu’s bed with humiliation written all over your face

“Oh,” The blonde snickers and screenshots the messages “now that is going to the group chat”

Atsumu laughs once more before throwing metaphorical shame on you, he places the phone down by his brother and skips out of the room

“Osamu do something!” You whine and move to stand next to him, filled with enough embarrassment to last a lifetime

Your boyfriend simply wraps his arm around your waist and brings you down onto his lap, his lips are pressed into the top of your head as he continues to read through the magazine like the unbothered king he is

“Don’t you want to know what I texted you?” You ask and Osamu shrugs

“I saw it when Atsumu put it down”

Ah, fuck.

Osamu stills inside of you, you’re resting on his lap and desperately want to move but your boyfriend refuses to let you. His large hands hold you flush against his chest despite the way you squirm to find any sort of pleasure.

“You wanted me to fuck you, didn’t you?” Osamu asks, lazily glancing at you before going back to scroll through his phone. You know he is just doing this to punish you, you can feel the way he is grinding against you, you’ll need to coax him into moving. Eagerly you nod, answering his question just as quickly as he asked it.

“Daddy,” You moan quietly into his ear and Osamu drops his phone onto the table. He leans back in the chair and brings his hand down to slap your clit, the noise resonates throughout the room and the bitter sting leaves tears in your eyes. “please fuck me.” You beg and Osamu lays another blow onto your cunt.

“Fuck yourself, darling.” He commands lowly and your eyes widen at the task, you lift yourself off his lap before falling back down. Your head leans back at the sensation of being stuffed full, with Osamu’s cock so deep inside of you that you can barely think straight. Your boyfriend leans forward to attach his lips to your throat, sucking deeply into the skin just to make you gasp.

“Daddy, daddy.” You cry out and Osamu moans against your neck, you grab onto his hair and pull tightly. There is something about Osamu’s moans that make your insides churn with need. You need him to fuck you so badly.

Just as you were told, you continue to fuck yourself on his dick. Osamu preoccupies himself with your neck and occasionally lays more blows to your clit in a way that runs you up the wall.

“Keep going, you’re such a good girl.” He praises and you feel the compliment fuel your orgasm. “A good girl with the most delicious little cunt.” He nips at your ear and you fall against his chest tiredly, you can’t do it anymore.

“Please, please, fuck me, daddy.” You weakly clutch his shoulders and Osamu grabs onto either side of your hips with both of his hands while planting his feet onto the floor.

“Since you asked so nicely,”

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strawberrylemonz · 3 years

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Past and Present

Part 12

Part 13 [CURRENT]

Part 14

DT: @petrichormeraki @applepie1000 @jump-in-the-cadillac @ivorylin @sydneys-sketches

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Tommy quickly slapped a hand over his mouth, but it was too late. The group in front of them turned to face the source of the group. Tommy mentally smacked himself upside the head as he pulled Fundy behind him, the Lovely Trio slipping behind him as Kristin and Grian stepped in front of Sam and Puffy, who held the children close. It wasn’t until three familiar faces made their way to him, that he felt like breaking. It wasn’t because Phil was there, concern and relief flooding his face as he looked over Tommy. It wasn’t because Techno was looming over them, facial expression unchanging, only betrayed by the several emotions going through his eyes. It wasn’t because of Ghostbur, because Ghostbur wasn’t floating there. He wasn’t even floating he was standing. There, standing with his hands stuffed into his pockets, stood Wilbur, who was very much alive. The three of them stepped towards the youngest member of their family, the one they missed so dearly, only to stop when he put his hands up in defense, stepping closer to the fox shifter behind him.

“Wilbur, you’re...you’re-”

“Tommy, you’re okay!”

Everyone on the Dream SMP frowned as Tommy made an “eh” noise, making a balancing movement with his hand as he peered back at the group behind him, all who, aside from Sam and Puffy, made similar noises and movements back at them. Much to their embarrassment, they were the only ones who found amusement to it. Regaining his composure, Tommy turned back to Kristin, giving her pleading eyes. She nodded before nudging Grian, who was already moving to pick up Theo. Clem smiled as she climbed into the embrace of her grandmother, hugging her with delight. After being reassured that the children were away from the group, Tommy returned his gaze to the members of his older server.

“Let’s go to a more private space. I would very much like you all more if you don’t start anything unnecessary during my opening.”

Without waiting for a response, Tommy turned and, after ensuring Fundy was safely in front of him, began walking out of the cavern, everyone else following behind. As he waved to guests and Hermits alike, he led the group into one of the larger taverns. Taking out a keycard from behind the automated desk, he patted the robot working there before walking over to a large set of double door. Humming a tune that caught Wilbur’s attention, he inserted the keycard and pushed the doors open, leading the group in. He closed the door after the last two people, who happened to be a very disgruntled Jack and Niki. After everyone was sat down in their own seats, they all exchanged uncertain looks. Finally, Fundy decided it was best to break the silence.

“So, I see the resurrection was successful.”

“Yeah, we managed to get Wilbur bac-”

“You have a son.”

Tommy saw Fundy stiffen beside him as the voice of Wilbur spoke up, quieter than they remembered. Fundy pressed his lips in a thin line as he peered up to his newly revived father. Giving him a little nod Fundy cleared his throat as he scratched the back of his neck.

“Yeah, I do. He’s great, you know. Very smart and fun, sneaky too.”

“Do I know who your significant other is?”

“I wouldn’t call him my significant other, we aren’t together. He was very...the situation was...we didn’t work out. But, yeah, you know him. You all do, actually.”

“Who is it?”

“Dream”

Fundy quickly spoke the name, reeling back as he waited for the expected backlash. Hesitating for a moment, he almost believed that, much like the situation with Tommy, he would receive no backlash. He was, however, quickly proven wrong. The only other revived man there was the first to speak up.

“WHAT?!”

“YOU FUCKED DREAM?!”

“LANGUAGE!”

“THE FURRY FUCKED GOD, OH MY FUCKING ENDER-”

“George? George, can you hear me? Dude, blink if you can hear me-”

“When we said ‘suck it green boy’, we didn’t mean literally!”

“How did you manage to get him to-”

As the chaos began to rise, Fundy began to shrink in his seat, panic settling in. Taking note of this, Tommy frowned as he tried to settle everyone down. When no one responded to him, he grew frustrated. Getting annoyed, Tubbo sat up to yell at the source of the chaos, only to find that he was beat to it. With a loud foot stomp, a booming voice yelled over the chaos.

“Will you all shUT UP?!”

Silence filled the room as everyone turned to face the source of the yell. There, fists clenched tightly by her side, stood Drista. Everyone hesitated about her next course of action, as the eyes on her mask seemed to glow with her annoyance. As she sat down, crossing her arms and legs together, she huffed as she prepared to speak up once more. Much to her annoyance, however, the door to the room creaked open, a new presence creeping in.

“Sorry I’m late, you all have seem to have forgotten me back on my server.”

Everyone watched as the figure approached, Fundy shrinking in his seat. Tommy stiffened in his own, one hand in Tubbo’s, the other clamped around Fundy’s wrist. Tubbo, on the other hand, glared at the floor as he held onto Tommy’s hand, as if that alone would solve their issues. The figure, now more visible to be Dream, hummed as he stood in between the three boys and the members of his server. Seeming to only focus on the three, he crossed his arms as he laughed.

“Wow, I didn’t think I’d see you three again. Tommy, Tubbo, it’s been years. Good to see you two in good shape. Fundy, I haven’t seen you in a little over two years. Didn’t think that I’d find you here, of all places. Did you all miss m-”

SMACK

Everyone stared in shock as Dream held onto his face, trying to keep his mask steady as he regained his balance. Once he quickly regained his composure, he quickly turned to face his “attacker.” Standing in all her glory, stood his sister, hands on her hips as she stood there, anger simmering underneath her mask. As she stood up straight, she hummed in acknowledgment as Lani walked up beside her, leaning on her for support. Holding her hand out, Lani smirked as Drista gave her a high five. The beginning of their best friend handshake was cut short, however, when Dream spoke up once again.

“Drista? When did you get here? Is this where you’ve been? Why haven’t you come by to visit me-”

“Oh, I don’t know, why did you never reach out to me? And if you had bothered to show up to the revealing of the park on time, you would have known where I’ve been. Now sit down and stay quiet so we can all catch up.”

“And none of you better try attacking! All guests are unable to do any form of pvp that’s not in any of the special arenas, so don’t even try!”

“Yeah, what Lani said!”

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The group was walking to the opposite side of Tavern Town, towards the booth games. Fundy was walking with Quackity and Karl, telling them of al the projects he had done since he last saw them. Not trusting her brother at all, Drista walked beside Dream, Lani joining in on keeping an eye on the admin. Tubbo was catching up with Ranboo, as well as timidly speaking with an unusually kind Schlatt. Humming as he walked in the front of the group, Tommy bopped his head as he replayed a song in his head. Opening his mouth, he quietly sang out the lyrics that swam in his head.

“He’s in your bed-”

“-I’m in your Twitch chat”

Jumping slightly, Tommy turned to see Wilbur, walking up to be by his side. Joining him in this was both Phil and Techno, the three of them as awkward as ever. Unsure as to what to expect from them, Tommy just gave them a nod of acknowledgment. As much as he wanted to embrace the three of them into a grand hug, telling them how much he missed and loved them, he didn’t dare to do so. After all the years they spent away from each other, he was able to reflect and forgive them for the wrong things they’ve done to him, intentional or not. What he didn’t know, however, was how they viewed him after all these years. Did they forgive him for all the troublesome chaos he caused, intentional or not? Could they find it in themselves to do so? He didn’t blame them if they didn’t, he wasn’t even sure if he would.

“You know, we thought that you had died, mate. No one had seen you in so long after...after L’manburg. And I know he isn’t family, but he practically was, so it was concerning when Tubbo went missing too. Then, out of nowhere, Fundy was gone overnight. I thought I lost my family, so I became desperate to get Wilbur back so that the three of us could get you all back.”

“Why?”

“What do you mean, mate?”

“Why get us back? Why want us as family?”

Did he forgive them? Yes, of course he did. Doesn’t mean that he had to forget their actions, as well as the consequences that came from them. Doesn’t mean that he wasn’t allowed to question their decisions. He still loved them, sure, but he needed answers. He needed to know if they loved him back, if they loved all of them. He watched as Wilbur was in deep thought, trying to find the right words to say. He turned to see Phil, emotion running through his face as he stared at Tommy, not knowing what to say to his questions. The last person he thought would speak up, spoke up.

“We were blinded by our own emotions, Thes- er, Tommy. That’s not an excuse for our impulsive decisions, especially ones that put your life at stake, we know this. But we are family, as much as I tried to run away from that fact over the last few years. I let the voices and the power that I held as a pvp god distract me from my original mission.”

“Original mission? What was that?”

“Protecting you. Well, protecting everyone in my family. I have always been protective of my family, but the first night you were brought home changed how I handled that. The moment you laughed, I knew that I had to get stronger to keep all of you safe. I never thought that I’d use that strength against the very same person who brought me to want to become stronger. I’m not going to beat around the bush, we’ve been a shit family to each other these past years. We’ve hurt you, in ways that we may not even know. But, Tommy, if you let us, we can try to be the family you deserve.”

Tommy stared at his eldest brother, surprise painting his face. Blinking a few times, he switched his gaze over to both Phil and Wilbur, before returning it to Techno. Lightly biting his tongue, he took his gaze off of the pink haired warrior and faced the front, refusing to look at any of the three men walking beside him. Finally putting proper words together in his mind, Tommy spoke up once more.

“You all have hurt me in a handful of ways, that is true. But I’ve also hurt all of you, too. For all that, I’m sorry. As for not being a family, that can’t be solved quickly. This isn’t something we can speedrun into a healthy dynamic.”

“Tommy, we-”

“But that doesn’t we still can’t heal. If you are all willing to take the time and effort to work with all of us to fix our family, I’m willing to give you that chance. Oh, and Technoblade? You can call me Theseus, it is a part of my name, after all.”

Tommy couldn’t help but smile as the tension from the three men left their bodies, relief taking its place. Peering behind him, he made eye contact with his nephew, who stared back with worry. His worry, however, melted into a content smile as Tommy gave him a reassuring nod. Waving him over, Tommy smiled as Fundy excused himself, jogging up to be at his uncle’s sign.

“Hey, Tom- Hey!”

“Haha! Look at you, being all amazing!”

“Can you not be an embarrassing uncle for five seconds?”

“Nope!”

Fundy rolled his eyes at his uncle, laughing for a while before standing up straight. Ducking his head in nervousness, he gave a shy smile and wave to his grandfather, as well as his other uncle and father. Before words were exchanged, however, a frantic wail filled the air, catching Fundy’s attention immediately. Taking a few steps in front of everyone else, he kneeled down with arms open. Running towards him was Theo, wide eyes as he reached for his father, who lifted him into the air in an instant. Burrowing his face into the neck of his father, Theo dramatically wailed once more. The concern that once filled Fundy and Tommy had melted away at this. They now knew that he wasn’t in danger, he was just overreacting. The two of them would bet anything that a certain gremlin was behind this.

“Theo, what’s wrong, buddy?”

“SHE WAS GIVEN A SWORD, WE’RE ALL GOING TO DIIIIIIEEEEE!!!!!”

Fundy and Tommy gave each other a look, both unsure as how to respond to that. A shrill shriek of joy caught the entire group’s attention. There, frantically swiping a wooden sword in the air, came a joyful Clementine at full speed. Running up to Fundy, she began to jump up and down, sword waving in the air, as she tried to reach Theo, who had managed to climb on top of his father’s head.

“DON’T LET HER REACH ME, PAPA!!! SHE’S CRAZY WITH THAT THING!!!”

Theo shrunk behind his father’s hat as Clementine reacted to his statement by growling at the fox hybrid. Sighing, Tommy scooped up the rowdy child, who squealed as she hugged the sword.

“Clem, ya can’t go around swinging a sword at your cousin. And don’t ever hug an actual sword, ever, dear god. I’d like you to keep your fucking limbs, Jesus Christ.”

Clem only responded to this with a giggly smile, turning back to face her cousins. Fundy rolled his eyes as he plucked his son off his head, cradling him in his arm as Theo hugged his father’s hat in his chest.

“Clem, what do we say when we hurt someone or make them scared?”

“SUCK IT!!!”

“For fucks sake, Clementine, no. We say that to jackasses and assholes, not to your cousin. Try again, Clem.”

“Humph, sorry, TT.”

“Hm, okay! I forgive you, CC!”

Before the children, who were now conversing in their own secret language, were introduced to everyone, a concerned Grian and Kristin ran over. Once they saw the children, they physically relaxed.

“Thank goodness they came to you guys, we nearly panicked when they ran. Things were going great, but then Clementine whacked Grian on the foot before turning her attention to Theo.”

“It’s what we expected, this is Clementine we’re talking about.”

“Grian? Is that really you?”

Grian stiffened as he turned to face Phil, Wilbur and Techno staring at him in disbelief. Rubbing his arm in uncertainty, he watched as Phil walked up to him. Eyes scanning his face, Phil let out a strangled noise as he threw his arms around Grian, never expecting to see his first missing son after all the years that passed by. Grian let out a sigh as he hugged back, a smile painted on his face. Pulling away, he let out a laugh as he turned to his brothers. Shooting Tommy a look, Grian snickered at the nod of approval given to him. Turning back to Wilbur and Techno, he let out a hearty laugh as he yelled out words that Techno knew too well.

“OH, I’M PRESSING THAT HUG BUTTON!!!”

“Wait-”

Tommy wheezed out a laugh as Wilbur and Techno were pulled into a group hug by Grian, the triplets finally being reunited. It wasn’t until they heard the choked up and shy tone that came when Phil spoke.

“Kristin? How, uh, hey! How up? What’s you? Shit, wait, no. How are you?”

“Really? Decades separated, and this is the greeting I get.”

“I didn’t mean to be-”

“At least buy me dinner, sheesh.”

#memories in the stars #memories in the stars au #hermit!tommy au #hermit!fundy #hermit!Kristin #hermit!Tommy fankid #fwt fankid theo #mcyt fanfiction #PRESS THAT HUG BUTTON POG #Grian Wilbur and Techno are triplets au #Grian Wilbur Techno and Tommy are brothers au #Clementine and Theo are at it again #Pogs for the gremlin children

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sirthisisa-wendys · 3 years

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Homecoming Part 2: Empirical Evidence (Geto Suguru x Fem!Reader)

synopsis: you don’t really get along with Satoru (but when did you ever?) and that leads you to drawing two hypotheses. But only one with be tested tonight.

word count: 2.1k

trigger warning: NSFW because *smut*!

A/N: We’re back by popular demand with a part 2 of Homecoming! Thank you to @sandyscastle for requesting this! I hope you enjoy it :) (omg we literally just talked and I’m so sorry I forgot it was YOU WHO REQUESTED THIS! Please forgive my brain cell; she works overtime these days lol)

Inspired by “Together” by The xx

Soft lips dance along the outer edge of your earlobe, bringing you out of your dreams and into the sunlit room. “You don’t have to speak,” the man behind you whispers. “I know what you’re going to say.” A dragon-tattoo arm snakes around your waist and presses you closer to the body you’re nestled in, heat radiating off of its large figure. You groan, hoping for a few more minutes of sleep, but your personal - and very human - alarm clock won’t let you rest a second past your wake-up time.

“Please,” you moan, rolling over into Suguru’s chest, hoping this show of affection would keep his incessant fingers roaming around your body and therefore, both of you in bed. But you were sorely mistaken.

“Come on… we have a short day today. Then we can come back and take a long nap, just you and me.” Suguru presses a tender kiss to your forehead and sits up, his long hair shifting over his shoulder. You look up into his onyx eyes - briefly wondering why you spent so much time away from his gaze - and then lift up on your elbow, sighing.

“Fine.” Suguru smiles and kisses your lips, pulling away before you can deepen it and get in a considerable amount of trouble.

“That’s my girl.”

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“Satoru, get me out of this tree right now.”

The blindfolded sorcerer below you laughs childishly, hands on his stomach while you give him the evil eye, albeit, upside down. Was the evil eye even effective if you were upside down?

“Y/n… you- your-'' You thank the heavens you wore pants and not the skirt you originally considered putting on, but it doesn't make you feel any less embarrassed.

“Let me down right now or I’m going to scream,” you warn, but Nobara joins in on Gojo’s laughter, apparently more amused by your predicament. Either Gojo liked putting you into trees, or it just so happened that every time you went flying, a large tree was nearby to catch you. It was becoming an annoying habit that could have easily been avoided if--

“Is this part of training?” A voice grumbles over the exhalations of your peers, and you angle your head to look at Geto, who is striding closer to where you dangled precariously. Yuji and Fushiguro are behind him, trying their best not to explode into laughter themselves. But Suguru is not amused.

“I didn’t do it!” Nobara quickly sobers up, putting her cursed tools away. “I-it was Gojo-sensei!” Gojo is rolling around in the grass and clutching his stomach, and you slide your eyes over to Suguru again. He catches your pleading gaze and shakes his head in disbelief.

“Satoru,” he calls out over the man’s cackles, but Gojo refuses to acknowledge him at all, still wrapped up in a joke that only he understands and enjoys. “Satoru.”

Before you can swivel your head, Suguru has Satoru with his hands behind his back, twisting his right arm painfully.

“Okay, okay!” Satoru whines and you feel hands gently pulling you out of the branches and setting you on the ground.

“There you go,” Yuji announces and you stand up, dusting yourself off. Wordlessly, you trudge past the trainees and back to the dorms, followed closely by Suguru and an apologizing Satoru, but you pay them no mind. It isn’t until you’re in the bathroom, picking out leaves and sticks from your hair, that Suguru speaks.

“Mind telling me what happened?”

“Satoru always does this. He always embarrasses me when I’m trying to teach or guide, and I don’t know why.”

“Y/n…” Geto begins but you cut him off with a withering stare.

“You saw it - back when we were just grade twos - he’s always had it out for me, and I-- But that’s your best friend, so you’d side with h-”

“Hey,” Suguru presses his hands against your shoulders, which are now shaking as you prepare to cry. “You can always talk to me about Satoru. He’s a prick, and I know that. We all know that.” He cups your face in his hands, and pulls you in close for a forehead kiss before swallowing you in a tight hug. “What would make you feel better right now?”

“I don’t know…” you whisper into his chest, and he replies,

“Can I run you a hot bath?” You nod, your forehead rubbing against his cotton tee, and he walks over to the claw-foot tub with you still in his arms. The awkward shuffle is ended when you reach the edge of the porcelain fixture, and he turns the knobs with ease, letting the water run freely. A kiss is planted on your cheek before he untangles himself from you and does what only he knows how to do - which is prepping the bathtub with epsom salts, bubbles, and tossing in a stashed-away bath bomb from your last trip to the mall.

When it lands at the bottom of the tub with a thunk, you know it’s time for you to strip down and sink into the indigo colored water. The water is almost hot enough to be painful, but somehow, Suguru knows how to make everything just right.

“Everything okay?” he asks, sitting on the side of the bathtub with ease, dipping a hand in to test the temperature.

“It’s all perfect,” you whisper, leaning your head back and closing your eyes.

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“Remember when they used to braid flowers into your hair?” you wonder, fingers deftly weaving a braid on the left side of his head to match the right braid already completed. You’re sitting on the couch, watching some mindless game show while Suguru sits between your legs on the floor.

“I remember,” he murmurs, taking the finished braid and twirling the end around his fingers. “I also distinctly remember you being much too shy to actually do anything other than pick the little flowers.” You swat at his shoulder playfully, outraged that he would even mention your former shyness.

“Okay, but can you blame me? You always looked like you were about to eat me alive before I really got to know you.”

“Eat you alive?” Suguru turns his head and raises an eyebrow curiously. “Eat you out, more like…” he mutters, but it’s still loud enough for you to hear.

“But you never did. And you never have,” you retort, wrapping the final tie around the left braid. “Besides, I don’t think you’re the kind of guy to even eat a girl out before you’ve--”

“Before I’ve what?” Suguru asks, flipping over and caging you between his arms on the couch. You pause, unsure of how to reply with him hovering over you like a lion above it’s prey, but you find your voice a moment later.

“Before you… you know… get your rocks off.”

“You’re wrong about that, y/n,” he whispers, sliding over and laying you across the length of the couch. “But I don’t know if my word would satisfy you.”

“I’ll take empirical evidence over your word,” you answer, his hand smoothing across your face, which is illuminated by the demi-light of the television.

“Say no more,” Suguru replies, capturing your lips in a kiss that makes your ears block out the sound of the TV. Your eyes instantly close, and all you can feel are his lips and his hands roaming across your skin - just how you like it. Hands dance around the waistband of your leggings, tugging a little before drifting underneath and rolling them down your legs. A finger probes past your underwear, and you feel it seeking, feeling, searching for something more than you had currently. Suguru removes his hand and lifts your leg up, still holding you captive under his lips, and tugs your underwear off, casting them aside without care.

When he breaks the kiss, you moan and his hands push both of your legs up and over his shoulders. It isn’t until he’s practically facing your core that you feel something warm and wet trailing down your thigh and straight there, making your hips jerk as his tongue makes instant contact.

“Su…” Your nickname for him had stuck with you all of these years, and now you were finally using it the way you always wanted to. He hums in response but doesn’t stop eating you out, his tongue eagerly flicking to and fro like he needed a second dinner. Your hand lands on his braided head and he groans a little, quickening his flicks and drags across your flesh like a searing-hot iron. With ease, he slides a thick finger inside of you, curling it and moving his lips to suck on your clit, pulsing his sucks with the timing of his finger-thrusts.

“M-more...” When you look down, his eyes are already focused on your panting expression, and you’re trying hard not to cum from just the sight alone. But Suguru wordlessly encourages you to cum by rolling your clit with his tongue, and you toss our head back, moaning loudly, which accompanies his obscene slurping sounds and hums of pleasure. Your orgasm isn’t too far from reach - you can literally feel him teasing it out of you bit by bit - and all it takes is one good stroke of his finger to make you tip over the edge and into oblivion.

Words, shapes, numbers, thoughts, they all fade into the abyss with you as you lose yourself in the sensation of being absolutely unraveled. When you find your shape again, you curl your fingers back into fists and Suguru removes his face from your core and shucks off his pants and boxers. Before he can climb onto you, he whispers,

“Do you want to do this?”

“Yes, yes!” You grab at his shirt and pull him in closer, lips crashing against each other sloppily as you pull him back down. He strokes his cock one, two, three times, and lines himself up with your entrance, nudging the head against you slightly. Your mouth opens as he sinks into you and sheathes himself with a loud, drawn out groan. You whimper, holding onto the arms placed at your sides as he moves slowly, face hovering centimeters over yours.

“Breathe for me.” He pulls out a little, and you let go of a breath you didn’t realize you’d been holding. He tucks a kiss between your jaw and earlobe, pushing back into with as much caution as he can muster while his arms are steady beneath him, But his strength is giving way to the absolute need he has to go faster, and you urge him on by clutching your fingers a little tighter onto his arms.

“P-please, Su…” He responds by increasing his pace incrementally, and you let out a stifled moan, trying your best not to be too loud as he fucks you senseless.

“I want to hear you,” Suguru huffs, now moving his hips in a timely and pleasurable pace. “You can be as loud as you want with me.”

That’s all the permission you need.

“Ah! Oh- my- gosh-” Each thrust is accented by the noises you utter, and you find yourself close to the brink yet again, feeling sensations you hadn’t felt in such a long time.

“Let me hear you,” Su urges again, murmuring in your ear and holding you close to his chest. “ I missed hearing that beautiful voice of yours.”

“Feels… so good.” You can barely catch your breath as the thrusts speed up even more, and you feel Suguru tense up a little. “Cum with me, Su,” you plead, and he grunts once, teeth grazing your earlobe. Your arousal sounds like squelches of pleasure while his hips pop against the soft flesh of your ass cheeks, drowning out the sounds of anything else in the room while he drills into you.

“Almost there…” His voice is wavering, you notice, and it sounds like he’s closer than he wants to let on, but you wrap your arms around his neck and lean your head back. The arch in your back is supported by one of Suguru’s large hands and you choke out a moan as your legs shake violently underneath him, your orgasm right at it’s crest. “Ohhhhhh, shit…”

In a show of perfect timing, Suguru comes with you, both of you filling the air with exhales of ecstasy. Both of your ejaculate mixes together in your core, filling it with a warm sensation as you come down from your high, holding each other while you catch your breath.

“Are you going to change your little hypothesis, or will I have to show you more evidence?” Suguru finally asks, and you laugh gently.

“I think I need a few more trials before I can amend my hypothesis.” He sits up a little, eyeing you mischievously through his lashes.

“Then, let’s get to it, Ms. Scientist.”

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