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Michael Afton draws Vanny’s FNAF fursona,,
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The Fella Part 10 (James Maguire X Quinn!Reader)
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Summary: A family occasion takes a turn for a worse when Mary tells her aunt Bridie to drop dead, which she takes seriously. At her wake, Michelle has the bright idea to bring laced scones, which are taken and distributed among the guests.
A/N: credits to @crumpets-are-better-with-jam for writing out the script of the episode for me :)) btw just a warning, it gets a bit heated a little towards the end, but not too much i think. Also talks of drugs bc duh
***
It was becoming a bit difficult to keep up with who knew about Y/n and James’ relationship and who didn’t. Y/n’s sister Erin knew that she fancied James, but wasn’t updated on the fact that they had been dating for over three months now. Clare knew that the pair were going out after catching them kissing at the Take That concert a few weeks ago. But the rest of the group and the teens’ families were none the wiser.
Except for Y/n’s father, Gerry.
One night, everyone was hanging around the Quinn household. There were movies, loads of chatting, and some dinner. But with so many people in the house, it was hard to have even a moment alone with James. So, while everyone argued over what to put on next, Y/n snuck out to the front room, boyfriend close behind.
“I thought we weren’t gonna try to keep things a secret,” James said as he leaned against the wall, Y/n tucked into his side and holding his hand.
“I know Jamie. But with situations like this, I think it’s better to sneak away. I mean, imagine the shock that would come to Mammy, Granda, or Michelle if any of ’em found out.”
“Yeah…” James sighed, realizing Y/n was right.
“Now imagine if all three of them found out at the same time.” Y/n laughed at the idea while James’ eyes widened in horror. “Besides, wanting a moment to ourselves isn’t all bad, right?” She asked, looking up at the boy.
“Right.” He mirrored her soft smile before leaning down to catch her lips in a kiss that was eagerly returned.
So eager that the two didn’t hear the door open.
“You’re lucky it’s me catching you two instead of your mother,” Gerry spoke, startling Y/n and James, who jumped apart. He felt a bit awkward catching his daughter kissing her boyfriend, but he didn’t look too surprised that she had a boyfriend in the first place.
“Da, I can explain.” Y/n tried to go on, but Gerry held up a hand, signaling her to stop.
“I already know.” He said with a smile, hands clasping behind his back. “About you two. Never would’ve if they didn’t decide to film that concert you girls went to.” That new information mortified Y/n and James. But they didn’t have time to fully react, because Gerry continued. “I think the three of us should have a little chat.”
***
The conversation wasn’t as bad as Y/n thought it would’ve been. Gerry was clearly happy and okay with the relationship, just wanting to make sure that they weren’t doing anything too serious. That topic might’ve been the most embarrassing part of the interaction for Y/n.
James, on the other hand, seemed scared shitless the entire time. But Y/n suspected that her father wasn’t so hard on him because of how he was treated by his father-in-law. He probably didn’t want to create some kind of a cycle. Plus, Gerry was pretty fond of James, even before he learned about him and his daughter being an item.
The entire talk played on a loop in Y/n’s head as she sat in church with the rest of her family, waiting for their relative’s wedding to start. Soon enough, the familiar tune of ‘Here Comes The Bride’ started to play, and everyone in the room stood.
“Where do you reckon Aunt Sarah is?” Y/n asked her sister Erin, noticing that a family member was missing from their pew. But her question was soon answered when Sarah entered the room and started walking down the aisle, dressed in white. “Good God.”
Gasps and murmurs filled the room as Sarah went to stand with her family in the pew, revealing a horrified bride and her father behind her.
“Jesus, but that taxi took forever, so it did.” Sarah sighed. The bride-to-be looked at Sarah, absolutely appalled as she passed by. “Ach, isn’t she gorgeous?”
Mary rolled her eyes and looked up towards the sky as she took a deep breath.
“Give me strength…” She muttered.
***
Y/n was a bit surprised that the Quinn family, mainly her aunt Sarah, was still invited to the reception. But that didn’t stop her from trying to have a good time. She, her sister, and her cousin drank and danced around as they waited for their friends to arrive.
Soon enough, Erin spotted their friends, nudging her sister and cousin to gain their attention. They quickly ran to the venue entrance to meet with the other girls and James.
“Muthafuckas!” Michelle yelled in greetings, arms spread out and grin wide.
“How’s it been?” Clare asked with a smile.
The sisters and Orla all had different responses, but had the same reaction when Mary snuck up behind the three of them.
“Girls!” The shout startled them, and everyone whipped around to look at her.
“Jesus, Mammy,” Y/n muttered.
“I said you could invite one friend to the reception. One!”
“Mammy, they don’t come separately,” Erin said, rolling her eyes. She thought her mother would’ve learned this after years of friendship.
“We’re like one big set,” Y/n said, gesturing to the group of teenagers.
“Aye, we’re pack animals, Mary,” Michelle said. Mary was about to say something, possibly tell them to leave or further reprimand them, when James spoke.
“I love your hat, Mrs. Quinn.” He said with a smile, eyeing the accessory. Mary smiled, and the girls were surprised to see that her slightly sour mood had seemed to disappear.
“Thanks, son.” She said, giving him a nod before looking at the whole group, a bit more serious. “No wild carry-on. Do you hear me? We’re in enough bother as it is. Best behavior.”
“Completely.” Clare nodded, taking the commands to heart.
“You’ll have no trouble from us, Mary,” Michelle said with an innocent smile, which should be worrying. Mary walked off, and Michelle turned back to the group once she was out of earshot. “Okay, girls, who wants to do drugs?” Y/n snorted at the complete 180, but Michelle was completely serious.
The girls, mainly Michelle and Erin, like always, had a back and forth about the drugs and someone named Macca and so on. Y/n used this moment to turn to James, almost glued to his side at the back of the group as they all walked around the reception party.
“Trying to butter up Mammy, are you?” She asked teasingly, thinking about how James’ little comment completely changed her mother’s sour demeanor.
James laughed a little, throwing his head back, and Y/n couldn’t help but smile stupidly at the boy. He shrugged.
“Well, I figured I might as well start now to try to get on her good side. It’s only a matter of time, I think.” Y/n nodded in agreement.
“We could tell them.” She suggested after a small moment of silence. James perked up, both surprised and delighted by the notion. “I mean, like you said, it’s only a matter of time. And they’d probably prefer hearing it from us over walking in on us doing something.”
James’ cheeks reddened at the sentence. He blinked a few times, his mind clearly drifting off to some kind of thought.
“And by something… you mean like-” Suddenly, the lights dimmed, and music started blasting through the speakers. Y/n lit up in excitement along with the rest of the room, while James looked a bit confused at the commotion that started to happen.
“‘Rock the Boat’! It’s ‘Rock the Boat!” Clare squealed as she recognized the song.
“Happy fuckin’ days!” Michelle said, and the girls ran to the dance floor. Y/n was dragging James behind her, who seemed slightly alarmed by everyone’s intense enthusiasm.
Everyone sat on the floor in long, giant rows, fighting for space. The girls were able to push their way to the front, synchronously dancing with the rest of the party people. There, the girls continued their drug conversation, with Y/n and James now joining in.
“Look, Michelle,” Clare said to the girl behind her. “Drugs are illegal, drugs are addictive, and perhaps most importantly, in this country, you can lose your kneecaps if you’re caught doing them. And I like my kneecaps, Michelle; they suit my knees.”
“You do have crackin’ kneecaps, Clare.” Orla smiled at the girl, having to leave to the side and turn her head to look at the blonde.
“Is that true?” James asked, lips close to Y/n’s ear.
“What?” Y/n turned around, almost startled by how James was to her face. “Clare’s kneecaps?”
“No. I mean losing your kneecaps.”
“Oh. Clare’s a bit dramatic, Jamie.” The girl turned back around to face ahead. “But she’s a bit right, I think.”
“What?!”
Before any conversations could continue, a dull but loud thud was heard from a corner of the room. Everyone looked to see Aunt Bridie lying on the floor, with the Quinn family looking at Mary in shock.
***
The next few days felt tense at the Quinn household. It was mainly the teenagers being fearful of Mary, because they believed that she was the reason for her Aunt Bridie’s sudden death and didn’t want to be her next victim. The house had never been so clean and tidy.
“I just cannot believe it.” Mary’s tone was almost flat as she stared off into space, clutching her teacup and rarely ever sipping it.
“Listen, Mary,” Sarah said, sitting in the chair beside her. “No matter what you’ve done, you’re still my sister. I’ll stand by you.”
“I haven’t done anything, Sarah.”
“Exactly, love. Everybody knows you didn’t mean to kill the old boot.” Grandpa Joe paused to take a sip of his coffee. “God rest her soul.”
“I didn’t kill her,” Mary responded, immediately tired of the assumption.
“You know what I mean, not kill.” Joe looked around as if he would find the word he was looking for on the wall. “Hex.”
“I didn’t hex her either, Da.” She said defensively. “It was just a very tragic-”
“My mother, she had the gift too, y’know.” Joe interrupted. “By God, that woman could make her enemies drop like flies.”
“Look, I don’t have any gift,” Mary said, letting go of her teacup to lay her hands flat on the table to show finality and seriousness. “There’s no dark forces at play here. I just said somethin’... unfortunate that happened to-”
“Cause her death?” Sarah asked.
“Coincide with her death.” Mary corrected.
Ah, yes. Mary telling her aunt Bridie to drop dead and then her actually doing it was just an unfortunate coincidence. Nothing more, nothing less.
Meanwhile, at the sink, Y/n dried the last dish that Erin washed and handed it to Orla to put away. The three girls had been working as quietly as possible, not wanting to disturb Mary. Erin was the first to speak, turning around slowly with a nervous tone.
“Right. Well, that’s the dishes done. Would you like another cup of tea, Mammy?”
As if remembering she even had a cup of tea, Mary looked down at the cup and took a quick sip.
“No, I’m fine.”
“I’ll just grab the Hoover n’give the stairs a bit of a going over.”
“Aye, and I can sweep the hall and such,” Y/n added, trying to remember the last place she had seen the broom.
“And I’ll maybe do a bit of dusting,” Orla said.
Mary raised an eyebrow, suspicion of the girls pulling her out of her dazed and solemn mood.
“What’s gotten into you all?” She asked. “What’re you up to? What’s going on?”
“Nothin’!” Erin answered, still seeming a bit scared. “We just thought that we should pull our weight a bit more, Mammy.”
“You do so much for us, Aunt Mary.”
“Aye, Mammy, you deserve a bit of a break.”
“I can’t hex people, girls,” Mary said frustratedly. “It was an accident.”
As if on cue, Gerry waltzed into the kitchen and smiled at his wife. He placed a hand on her shoulder as part of a greeting.
“So, how’s the Wicked Witch of the North West?” The question seemed so loving and innocent. Y/n would’ve laughed if Mary hadn’t seemed like she was actually about to murder someone.
“Who put fifty p in the eedgit?” Joe asked, glaring at Gerry. Gerry looked at him confused, wondering what he had done this time.
Mary groaned, dropping her head into her hands.
“God, how am I going to go to this wake?”
“It’ll be grand, love,” Joe said. “But listen, say if things do get heated, try not to rise to it. The last thing we want is another dead body on our hands here.”
Mary stared up at Joe with a blank expression.
“I’ll do my best, Da.”
***
Later that evening, the Quinns and McCools arrived at the wake. Everyone seemed a bit surprised and startled to see Mary, clearly believing the rumors that she had been her Aunt Bridie’s undoing. After a slightly awkward encounter with Eamon, Bridie’s son, the girls escaped everyone by going upstairs to the room that held Bridie herself.
“She really suits bein’ dead, doesn’t she?” Orla said after a good moment of solemn silence, staring down at the woman.
“What?” Erin seemed disturbed by what her cousin had said, but Y/n nodded.
“No, yeah, I agree. I like her better like this.”
“Y/n, she’s dead.”
“Oh, so you’re saying you liked her better living?”
Before Erin could answer, the door to the room opened. The girls turned to see Clare peeking her head through.
“Can we come in?” She asked in a whisper.
“Why are you whispering, Clare?” Y/n asked, tilting her head in confusion. Clare paused, thinking it over.
“I don’t know.”
The rest of the group crowded around Bridie’s casket. Michelle and Clare walked to the end by her feet, and James decided to stand behind Y/n. He rested a hand gently on her shoulder, as if to comfort her, and she raised a hand of her own to lay on his, as if to thank him.
“Thanks for comin’, guys.” Erin sighed, seeming slightly distressed now. “It’s nice to have a bit of support in this very difficult time.” Everyone seemed very confused by the statement.
“You thought she was a dick,” Michelle said.
“I never said that.”
“You did, Erin,” Orla said.
“I’m pretty sure we all thought she was a dick, but you were the vocal one about it,” Y/n added.
“Aye, I’ve definitely heard you say it,” Clare said.
“Okay, can I just check something?” James asked, clearly focused on something else. The girls looked at him, waiting for him to continue. “Everybody else can see the dead body, right?”
Everyone took a glance at the body in question, trying to figure out what the problem was.
“It’s just Bridie, Jamie,” Y/n said.
“It’s Bridie’s corpse.” The boy corrected. “It’s Bridie’s dead corpse.”
“It’s her wake. What were you expectin’?” Michelle asked, rolling her eyes.
“Haven’t you ever seen a dead body before?” Erin asked.
“Of course not!” James nearly yelled, shocked that Erin would even ask such a question. Michelle scoffed.
“Christ, but the English are weird.”
Orla leaned down close to Bridie, taking her face in her hands and looking up at James. She had that childlike but absentminded wonder in her eyes and smile that she always had.
“You can touch her if you want.”
James flinched, moving his hands to Y/n’s hips as he took a slight step back. As he moved back, he maneuvered Y/n to act as a shield between him and the dead body and Orla. James looked at Orla in disgusted shock.
“Why the hell would I want to touch her?” Y/n snorted at James’ suddenly high-pitched voice.
“It’s nice.” Orla smiled brightly.
“Stop it.”
“It’s just a dead body, James,” Clare said in a comforting tone, trying to get him to calm down. “We’re all gonna be one someday.”
“Oh, thanks for that, Clare!” Horrified, James brought Y/n closer until her back was pressed against his front. It was as if everyone else was some sort of strange or bad energy that could only be warded off by Y/n, and she was happy to go along with it. “Yeah, that’s helped!”
“It’s okay, Jamie,” Y/n said, patting one of the hands gripping her hips. James relaxed just a bit, but was still weary because of how weird this whole situation was to him. “Calm yourself.”
“It really makes you think, doesn’t it?” Michelle said solemnly, staring at Bridie for a second before looking at the girls. “Death.” She sighed dramatically, and everyone immediately wondered what she was up to this time. “It just… just makes you wanna… do everythin’ and just… try everythin’.”
“What’s going on, Michelle?” Clare asked, looking at her suspiciously.
“Yeah, what are you on about?” Y/n eyed the girl with a raised brow. Michelle suddenly seemed excited, a stark contrast to her fake grimness.
“Do you wanna see something’ class?” Michelle then threw her purse, which was, for some reason, big and bulky, onto Bridie’s feet. Someone would’ve reprimanded her for disrespecting the deceased by using Bridie as a table, but they were too busy watching her pull a big Tupperware out of her purse. “Prepare yourself, girls.” She then popped the lid off to show what was inside. She looked at her friends excitedly.
“Scones?” Erin asked, clearly unimpressed.
“That’s right.”
“What’s so class about scones?”
“Scones are lovely.” Orla countered, seeming a bit offended by Erin’s uninterest.
“Aye, I like scones.” Clare nodded.
“No, these aren’t any old scones, girls.” Michelle insisted, shaking her head. “These are funny scones.”
“Funny’s the right word, alright,” Y/n said, reaching for one of the scones in the bin to look at it. As she dropped it back in with the rest, she looked at Michelle with a tilt of her head. “What’s so special about ’em?”
“They’re drug scones!” Clare squeaked, pointing urgently at the food. “She’s put the drugs in the scones!”
“Too fuckin’ right, I have,” Michelle said with a grin. “I wanted to do brownies, but this was the only recipe my ma had, so…”
“I don’t think it’s that hard to find a brownie recipe, Michelle,” Y/n said.
“I’m not goin’ out of my way to find a brownie recipe, Y/n.”
“We talked about this, Michelle. We agreed.” Clare said, bringing the conversation back to the drugs.
“No, we didn’t,” Michelle argued. “Anyway, drugs aren’t illegal when you put them into food. Everybody knows that.”
“I’m not so sure about that, Michelle,” Y/n said.
“Is that right?” James asked sarcastically, almost glaring with bewilderment at his cousin. “I’m not sure that’s right.”
Just then, the door opened, and everybody froze. An old woman walked in, and the girls quickly recognized her as one of the caterers for the wake.
“Any cups up here?” She asked, walking towards them while looking around. She spotted the tub, and before anyone could stop her, she reached out and grabbed it. “I’ll take that.” The woman said simply before leaving the room.
Everyone stared at where the scones had once been, panic running through them all.
“What the fuck just happened?” Michelle asked the room. Y/n looked at the girl with wide eyes.
“I believe a caterer just took your funny fuckin’ scones to give out at our great Aunt Bridie’s wake, Michelle.”
After another moment of feeling frozen, everyone went downstairs as fast as possible without drawing attention. Defeated and not knowing what to do, the girls sat down on the steps. As they settled, they watched Joe pass by with one of the scones in hand.
“What are we gonna do?” Clare asked frantically.
“It’s fine,” Michelle said shortly. But everyone could tell she was just as panicked as the rest.
“It’s definitely not fine!” Clare hissed. “There’s drug scones down there. People’ll eat the drug scones, then we’ve drugged those people, Michelle.”
“Our granda included.” Y/n butted in, resting her chin on the top of James’ head, who was sitting on one of the steps just below her. “Lord knows what’ll happen to him.”
“So?” Michelle said, clearly worried but trying to seem aloof. “Drugging people isn’t a crime.”
“You’ve a very loose grasp of the law, Michelle,” James said, rubbing at his eyes in disbelief and exhaustion.
“What kind of person brings hash scones to a wake?” Erin asked with a scowl. Michelle scoffed.
“Typical.” She said. “I try to do a nice thing, and this is the thanks I get.”
“A nice thing?” Y/n repeated in disbelief, turning back to look at Michelle. “Oh yeah, how nice. Let’s all get hopped up illegally at a wake. Oh, wait. We can’t, because someone took your stupid scones!”
“It’s terrible,” Clare added, sounding as panicked and scared as usual. “There’s old people down there; what if an old person takes one?”
“Why does everyone get so sentimental about old people?” Michelle asked. “Old people are arseholes.”
“We’ve got to get ’em back, girls,” Erin said, starting to get scared of the thought of any of her family having a funny scone.
“Look, I’m not disagreeing with you. I bought that stuff so I could get high, not your great Uncle Colm.”
“Oh Christ, I didn’t even think about that,” Y/n muttered. Colm was already a character to begin with; him being high as balls would probably turn him either more boring or unmanageable. Y/n stood up and faced the girls. “Here’s the plan. I’ll head to the kitchen to grab whatever’s left. The rest of you go and find the ones that people have taken and pray that they haven’t taken a bite yet.”
“And remember, girls,” Erin said, standing up with her sister. “Be subtle.” Everyone nodded and split up to do their tasks.
Y/n went to the kitchen and quietly crept to the swinging door. She took a quick look, saw that the few people inside were occupied with different things, and carefully walked in. She was surprised to see her father ranting about cross-contamination and using different bowls. Y/n wondered if he had been roped into helping in the kitchen, but whether he was forced or had volunteered, she smiled at the sight of his sudden passion.
Y/n spotted the scones, about half the amount from the last time she saw them, now plated on a serving platter. While reaching for the plate, the door opened behind her.
“Now listen here, you.” Y/n flinched and turned around quickly, recognizing the voice to be her granda Joe. But he wasn’t looking at her. As usual, he directed his pointed look to Gerry, who looked at his father-in-law, both confused and annoyed.
“Yes, Joe?”
“I just wanna say…” Joe trailed off, getting closer to Gerry and putting a hand on his shoulder. Gerry and Y/n looked at the old man in bewilderment when he laughed. “I think you’re doing a fine job.” Then he patted Gerry’s cheek before turning around and walking out of the kitchen. “Keep up the good work.”
Gerry and Y/n turned their shocked stares to each other once Joe was out of the room. The only thing that broke their eye contact was a timer going off, which somehow snapped Gerry back into his working mode. Using the opportunity of her dad’s distractedness, Y/n swiped the platter and walked out.
The girl soon realized that she and her friends never agreed on a place to meet after retrieving the scones. But not wanting anyone to see her wander around with a platter of scones, she snuck back upstairs, where she was surprised to see James slowly wandering the hallway.
“Hey,” Y/n said with relief, glad it was him instead of a stranger. Or worse, her mother.
“Hey.” He smiled at her, holding up a scone as he walked closer to her. “Found your uncle Colm with this.” He sat the scone on top of the others.
“Thank God you got it before he took a bite.” Y/n laughed lightly, James joining in. “Were you just waiting for someone to come up?”
“Yeah, I thought being up here would be better than wandering around where everyone else was.”
“Smart.” Y/n nodded once, looking around the empty hall. “What do you suppose we do about all of these?”
The two thought for a moment, racking their brains for an idea. James suddenly snapped his fingers.
“Remember when you snuck over to mine that one night, and we watched Goodfellas?”
“Aye, Ray Liotta was a dream, wasn’t he?”
“Sure.” James rolled his eyes at the comment. “But do you remember how Karen got rid of the drugs?”
Y/n took a quick second to think about whether or not she did, in fact, remember. The most memorable things of the night she snuck over to James’ were Ray Liotta, the snacks James had snuck up to his room, and kissing each other to keep loud talking or laughs from gaining the attention of the rest of the household.
“You think it’ll work?” Y/n asked once she remembered what James was talking about. “I mean, these are scones.”
“What other options do we have?” James asked. And to be honest, Y/n couldn’t think of any.
The sound of a knob turning startled the two teens. They scrambled to hide the stolen platter of scones behind them just before the bathroom door a bit down the hall opened up. A middle-aged woman that Y/n barely recognized walked out, and Y/n and James smiled politely at her as she passed.
Once she was down the stairs, James and Y/n ran to the bathroom, locking the door behind them.
“Let’s just wait for the others here,” Y/n said, balancing the platter on the sink so she wouldn’t have to hold it any longer. “So… what d’ya wanna do?”
It took a few seconds of silence before Y/n and James rushed at each other, quickly becoming a mess of tangled limbs and clashing lips. The couple rarely had time alone for things like this, the heat of the moment always being ignored because of the fear of being caught. But with a locked door, a few minutes of making out couldn’t do much harm.
Y/n’s hands buried themselves into James’ curls, tugging at them as he backed her into the wall next to the door. A hand cupped the back of her neck while the other stayed gripped on her waist, keeping her in place. Not that she’d want to leave.
James’ lips strayed away from Y/n’s, leaving featherlight kisses across her cheek and jaw before settling on her neck. The hand on Y/n’s neck pulled back her hair, giving James the access he needed to nip and suck lightly at the sensitive skin just below Y/n’s ear.
“Are you marking me?” She asked, breath hitching. She wasn’t opposing the matter, far from it, really. But she was a bit surprised to have this kind of behavior coming from James.
“Just a bit.” He replied breathlessly, kissing the slightly sore spot before returning to Y/n’s lips. “For a bit of fun, y’know?” Y/n giggled. She was lucky that she could probably hide the soon-to-be mark by keeping her hair down.
“Sure, just a bit of fun.” She replied, pecking James’ lips a few times.
The two were able to get themselves straightened out just before the rest of the girls found them. They closed the door behind them, and James caught them all up on the plan.
“I can’t believe we’re doing this.” Michelle sighed as she and the rest of the group broke apart the scones and dropped the crumbled bits into the toilet. “It’s fuckin’ heartbreaking.”
“Believe me, Michelle, it’s better this way,” Y/n said, grabbing another laced scone. “Granda’s had one, and now he’s acting, like, really fuckin’ weird.”
“You’re being paranoid.”
“He was nice to Daddy.” The group made noises of shock and disbelief. “Exactly. And if Mammy starts asking questions…”
“You’re Ma won’t trace it back to us.”
“Are you serious?” Erin asked Michelle. “She traces everything back to us. She traces things we haven’t even done back to us!”
“Are you sure this’ll work?” Clare asked James.
“This is how you get rid of drugs, Clare.” He said confidently, as if this wasn’t the first time he’s had to do this. “I’ve seen Goodfellas, like, twenty times.”
“Aye, good movie,” Y/n commented as she brushed her hands on her jeans to get rid of the crumbs that stuck to her nervously sweaty palms.
“That’s not the only way.” Orla countered. “I watched this film once about this girl who was tryin’ to hide drugs, and what she did was she shoved them right up her—”
“I’m not sticking a scone up my hole, Orla.” Michelle hissed. Orla shrugged, raising her hands in defense.
Once everyone was done breaking down the scones, Clare sighed, seeming as nervous and panicked as always.
“Okay, I’m gonna flush.” She did so, and everyone watched as not much happened. “Is it working?”
“‘Course it’s working,” James said, still sure of his plan.
But then the water started to rise, and everyone started to panic.
“Jesus Christ!” Erin yelped in a high-pitched voice. “Why is the water rising, James?”
“I don’t know! The water didn’t rise in Goodfellas!”
“We’ve clogged it.”
“Who has a plunger?” Orla asked, seeming to be the most calm of the group.
“I’m afraid I left the house without me plunger tonight, Orla,” Erin replied, clearly sarcastic.
“Aye, me too,” Orla replied seriously. “Nightmare, so it is.”
The toilet started flooding faster, and the girls scrambled around in a panic. Scone water was beginning to spill onto the floor, and everyone had to stop themselves from gagging as they tried to find a way to clean it up. This situation couldn’t possibly get any worse.
“Dear God…” Everyone whipped around to see the adults of the Quinn and McCool families, plus Bridie’s son, Eamon. Erin laughed nervously, deciding to be the one to find an excuse.
“It looks worse than it is.” Was all she said, which really wasn’t much of an excuse.
“My mother was right about you people,” Eamon said, horrified and angry. “Wild animals have more manners.”
“We didn’t have a plunger, Eamon!” Orla shouted.
“Get out!” He yelled. “Get out!”
The teens did so gladly, running out of the bathroom and out of the house. They gathered on the front lawn, and they couldn’t help but laugh at the absurdity of the evening. But they still feared what would happen when Mary walked out.
“The night wasn’t all that bad, I think,” James said quietly, only Y/n being able to hear him. She looked up at him curiously.
“How so?”
Instead of speaking, he raised his hand to cup her neck, gently tapping where he had bruised her. She gasped, pushing his hand away before the two of them fell into laughter, not caring about the confused looks their friends gave them.
“I’ll see you Monday, then?” He asked when they had calmed down a bit. Y/n caught a glimpse of her mother leaving the house before she answered.
“If I live that long.”
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Before I Met Angels - Pt 1 - Then...
Pairing: Dean Winchester x Plus!Fem!Reader
Summary: Dean Winchester arrived on your doorstep with his cheap suit and the promise of a ghost-free future. Playing pretend love interest left you both with something a little more lingering than the ghost.
Words: 2.5k
A/N: This was born of a Nonny request for some oral smut and some insecurity/comfort (which is Part 2) but I couldn't not write the back story so here it is. I hope you enjoy.
Warnings: Canon-typical action/adventure, talk of ghosts and dead people, canon typical violence, profanity, some sexual tension, kissing, and a bit of softness.
***MINORS DO NOT ENTER OR INTERACT***
Dean Winchester had been in your house for over two weeks now, having arrived on your doorstep with his brother Sam after a handful of men in your town had mysteriously died. It had started a little over two years ago with your boyfriend, Danny, who had died of a heart attack moments before you were going to sleep together for the first time. Six months ago, other men who you had started dating or who had asked you out started dying as well, their hearts exploded in their chests.
When Dean showed up, it was in a cheap suit and an FBI badge, and the promise of a future without whatever was plaguing you. It quickly became apparent that he and Sam weren’t really FBI when they started laying lines of salt around your house and carrying your old fire poker or your cast iron skillet around with them. With talk of ghosts and other supernatural things, you learned that the Winchester brothers were hunters of those things that went bump in the night, guardian angels, if you will, for all who were afflicted by such things.
“I’m no guardian angel, sweetheart. I’ve met some of ‘em though.” He replied when you said this to him. “They’re assholes, lemme tell ya.”
You had laughed but the concept of angels existing wasn’t something you had been prepared for. But really, how could you be prepared for any of this?
Over the course of the first few days, Dean and Sam staked out your house, taking readings with a strange whining piece of equipment that Sam explained read ghost energy. The prognosis: your house was haunted, but the ghost remained elusive.
“Maybe it only goes after people I want to be romantic with?” You fielded, after a discussion about the house’s history. “You said yourselves that all of the people who died of that exploding heart thing had been people I’d been dating or about to date.”
“You could have a point,” Sam said thoughtfully. “So we just need to replicate that scenario.”
“You saying I got to get frisky up in here?” Dean quizzed and you blushed, feeling awkward about suggesting he do something he clearly wouldn’t enjoy.
“I mean, I could…” Sam began to offer but Dean carried on talking.
“Alright, I got this.” He nodded at you with a smirk that you couldn’t read at all. “Let’s get this done.”
He decided that snuggling on the couch would be a good start and see if that prompted the ghost to appear. The first day, nothing happened, but Dean came back every evening and tried again. Each night he and Sam came back around sunset and you made them dinner. Each night Dean would sit back on the sofa with his arm around you and you would snuggle into him as you watched TV; Dr Sexy was his favourite show. Sam waited either in the car or in a room upstairs as if he was a guest.
Gradually you two settled into a routine where small gestures of affection began to creep into your behaviours: Dean would stroke his hand down your back to settle on your hip as he passed you in the kitchen, and you would absently touch his forearm when you spoke to him. It only took a couple of days, but you completely fell under his spell – fake though your interactions were supposed to be.
You couldn’t deny the attraction you felt for him, he was way beyond anything in your league but every time he touched you he lit a fire in you. Every soft smile, every glance, every time he held you against him on the couch at night was fuel for that fire. He seemed to enjoy your company but he was just doing his job, simply acting out a role to bring an end to the whole haunting thing. The haunting thing that didn’t seem to be happening, or so you thought until last night.
Curled up on the couch with Dean for what was the twelfth night in a row, you had started to fall asleep with his arm draped around you, his fingers drawing abstract patterns on the skin of your arm.
“This doesn’t seem to be working,” he said after the re-run of Dr Sexy had finished. “I think maybe we need to kick things up a gear. Whadd’ya say?”
You didn’t know what he had in mind but you were a little drowsy and so far in over your head that you simply nodded, receiving a bright grin as a reply.
“You tell me to stop and I’ll stop, okay?” He whispered into your ear, his lips brushing against you as he nuzzled your neck, inhaling your scent just below your ear. “Mmmm, you smell fantastic.” He spoke at normal volume, clearly this was a show to get the ghost to present itself.
You sighed as he kissed your neck, and when his hand snuck under the hem of your top you stiffened, pushing a hand against his chest as if to stop him.
“Relax, sweetheart. I’ll be good to you, I promise.”
You stroked his chest, feeling the firm muscles beneath and wondered how his skin felt. When your fingers slipped under his shirt and danced across his bare abs he inhaled sharply, pulling back from his attention on your neck to look at you.
There was a hunger there in his eyes, and he leaned forward to kiss you. You sighed as his lips met yours, so deeply absorbed in how he made you feel that you didn’t realise the temperature in the room was falling. His tongue slipped into your mouth and he cupped your face to kiss you properly. You moaned deeply, succumbing to the heat pooling down in your core. It was so easy to believe this was real.
“Atta girl,” he whispered when he pulled back. “You’re doing so well.”
“I’ve never been kissed like that before.” You practically mewled.
“Well I’m going to do it one more time and then I’m going to ask you to follow me, okay?”
Anywhere. You nodded as he pulled you to your feet and cradled your face in his hands. His second kiss was consuming but still slow and measured. He stroked his hands down your sides and up under your shirt, stroking the skin of your waist and back, and pulling you tight against him.
“I wanna have you so bad,” he said, breathless, resting his forehead on yours but very aware of the changes in the room. “To be continued….” He whispered, leading you up the stairs to the guest room where Sam was hiding.
“Dean!” Sam yelled. “Hurry it up.”
“I know, Sammy!” He yelled back. “We’re on our way.”
The air was charged with static. You could feel it bristling the hairs on your skin like a bad thunder storm about to happen. Ahead of you on the stairs, you saw Dean’s rear as he led you quickly by the hand. Glancing behind, you saw a glitchy shape of a man which bore the face of your dead boyfriend, Danny.
“Danny?” You couldn’t believe what you were seeing.
“It’s the dead boyfriend!” Dean said to Sam as you both crossed the salted threshold of the guest bedroom.
“I thought he was killed by the ghost first.”
“So did we.” Sam said with a frown, looking at Dean in confusion. “And he was cremated already so what the hell are we gonna do now?”
Dean turned you to face him, tearing your eyes away from the ghost that waited on the far side of the salt boundary.
“Do you have anything of his that could be tying him to this plane? Lock of hair? Blood stain somewhere maybe?”
“I don’t know, Maybe.” You wracked your brain for anything you had kept of his. “He gave me a locket early on in our relationship that I never really wore, but after he died I couldn’t just throw it away. He said it was a keepsake but it’s just got a photo of us in it.”
“That’s got to be it.” Sam said. “Where is it?”
“In my bedroom. Jewellery box.”
“I’ll get it,” Sam rushed to the door, “he’s after Dean, not me.”
Once Sam crossed the salt with his iron fire poker, Danny’s ghost attacked. It knocked Sam against the wall, hard, and sent him skidding back into the room. The line of salt was broken and Danny’s ghost came for Dean.
“Goddamnit! You need to get outa here” Dean said, brows raised, almost begging.
“But he’s going to kill you.”
Maybe if you could reason with Danny, he would just leave. Maybe if you asked him to move on to wherever ghosts went, that he would see you were ok without him.
“He’s gonna try.” Dean scooped up his shotgun, pumped it and stepped up beside you.
“Danny, please listen to me.” You tried to reason with the spirit of your dead boyfriend. “You don’t need to do this. Please don’t do this.”
The ghost advanced, paying little heed to anyone except Dean. His eyes, so filled with malice and hatred, never left the hunter. For a second, you thought maybe you could stand between them and be safe but the closer the spectre got, the more you realised that he was too far gone. Unreachable.
“Run!” Dean pushed you aside and lifted the shotgun, aiming it right at Danny’s chest.
You backed up against the wall and skirted along it as Danny advanced on Dean. You had to find the locket, but what were you supposed to do with it when you had it?
In your room, you fumbled with the clasp on your jewellry box, dropping the box on the floor. Chains and earrings spilled out, jumbling up together, snagging into a knot as you tried to pull Danny’s locket free.
The booming sound of the shotgun was deafening. It was so loud you felt it in your chest cavity and the shock of it made you feel dizzy. Dean could be heard goading the ghost, taunting it to come and get him before the gun went off again.
In the doorway, Sam appeared looking a little worse for wear. You held the jumble of gold and silver up to him, panicked that you couldn’t separate them.
“What do I do?”
“We have to burn it.”
“I can’t separate them.”
“Then we burn it all.”
Sam snatched up the metal trashcan and you dumped the twisted clump on top of the paper. A generous squirt of fuel and a book of matches later and the whole can was ablaze.
Danny’s ghost appeared, in flame, moving towards you as if to claim you but Sam pulled you out of the way as the last of the flames consumed the spirit, leaving behind whisps of smoke.
Dean was sat on the floor of the guest room, bruised and bashed but very much alive. He gave you a grateful smile and a nod as he got his breath back. When he stood he hugged you, rubbing both of your arms to soothe you, and kissed the top of your head.
“I think we got him,” Dean said as he stood on your porch ready to head back to the motel for the night. “But if it’s alright with you, I wanna do one more night to make sure we haven’t missed anything. Tomorrow?”
You had thought you would never see him again once your haunting was taken care of, but when presented with an opportunity to spend one more evening cuddling Dean Winchester, how could you refuse. The thought of being alone that night was overwhelming but you felt pathetic asking him and Sam to stay with you.
“I think that’s a good idea,” you smiled weakly, hoping you didn’t seem too needy or too eager to have his hands on you again. When he had kissed you, it had made you burn with desire for him, and now you couldn’t let go of that heat. The memory of ‘to be continued’ played whirligig in your stomach.
“Alright, sweetheart. We’ll see you again tomorrow.”
Dean stepped off the porch and down into your yard before you crumbled under the weight of your emotions.
“Wait!”
He and Sam stopped and turned, Dean looking at you with worry, Sam with sympathy.
“Would you stay with me tonight?” You felt embarrassed to ask, but the words were out now. “I don’t want to be alone.”
Dean shuffled his feet, looking at Sam somewhat awkwardly before returning his gaze to you. His smile was strained, as if he didn’t know how to let you down gently.
“Tell you what,” Sam cut the silence, “I’ve got some research to do anyway, and we missed a call from Jodie, so I’ll head back to the motel and I’ll swing back around tomorrow and pick you up.”
“Sounds like a plan.” Dean patted Sam’s shoulder and followed you back into the house where you both settled on the couch as was your routine.
The sound of the TV blended into the background, secondary to the steady but quick thu-thump of your own heartbeat and the whoosh of your pulse in your ears. The couch was soft beneath you, perfectly contrasting the firmness of the man you were partially wrapped around.
Dean looked down at you, catching you looking up at him from under your eyelashes.
“If you keep lookin’ at me that way, that ‘to be continued’ is gonna happen a lot sooner that you think.” He said with a cocksure smirk.
You grinned, reaching up to slide your fingers over the stubble of his cheek, guiding him so you could lay your lips on his.
Dean sighed through his nose as he delved into your kiss, his arms slipping around you to hold you tight against him.
Whatever chemistry you two had generated over the past couple of weeks was sure to fizzle out once you’d both gotten it out of your systems. Him acting like he was interested in you, all the affectionate touches he had coached himself to give during that time, the closeness you both had engineered over that time. It was all bound to drain away, but in the meantime you closed your eyes and succumbed to the desire burning in your chest that told you to have him while you could.
And as Dean sunk himself into you on the soft couch with the TV playing Dr Sexy in the background, you didn’t care if it was just one time, you didn’t care if he would be gone tomorrow, or the next day. As he sighed your name and made you feel amazing, you knew you would keep this memory forever. The night you loved your guardian angel.
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Pirate & Pin Cushion (3)
Jake Jensen x gn! ops!Reader
Painful...But In A Good Way (see previous or JJ Masterlist)
The last thing you remember is the awkward kiss Jake planted on you during a screaming match. Now, awake and healed, your friend and teammate is acting more awkward than usual around you.
Warnings for foul language, *super skimmed over action,* canon-level betrayal (Roque), completely vague mentions of injuries, suspicions, doubts, misunderstandings,--GO FIGURE--an argument, and I just wanted this done honestly. Not that I don't love them, but I need a win in the COMPLETED department. WC ~1.5k
You’re a Loser through and through now.
Months have gone by since you were stabbed and unceremoniously, sorta-kinda-maybe-not kissed by Jake Jensen. You woke up six days later with Pooch by your side, disappointed it wasn’t your Banter Bro.
The last thing you remember is turning away from Jake to hide your face. After that, nothing. You suppose he feels awkward about it. Maybe he regrets it, even if the ‘kiss’ was just part of a gag to him.
The most frustrating part is everything is exactly the same. Jake keeps you at arm’s length, a holding pattern to get no closer as teammates but no farther as friends.
Is this…are you in the friend zone???
It blows.
You’d still prefer this over being a pariah, so on you quip from interaction to interaction.
For all Jake’s hype about loving Halloween, he shuts down when you ask him what costume you should choose. Then he goes home to his sister and niece for the holiday.
...Okay…
You console yourself knowing this is for the best. You’d promised yourself no attachments, and nature clearly pushes for you to keep that promise.
You’ve almost—almost—resigned yourself to actual pin-cushion-status, jabbed repeatedly by his indifference. You are PC: perpetually crushing on Jake Jensen. It sucks.
You can be professional though. You can keep up with the jokes and take the hits to your heart and body that come with the job.
Until you can’t.
Los Angeles. The port. The shitshow.
While scrambling to get out of the line of fire in a showdown gone wrong, Jake cuts his leg vaulting over a concrete barrier, and you get him to a nook between shipping crates.
You squat down to change the mag on your MP7 and suddenly hear Roque’s voice behind you. He’s not on the comms.
“Should’ve told ‘em, Jensen."
The look on Jake’s face is shocked and bitter.
Roque clicks his tongue. "At least then they’d know…”
Before you can so much as turn to look, Jake’s raised his own weapon, firing right over your shoulder and within inches of your ear.
The pain is sharp and hot, sending you stumbling into the warped metal wall of the nearest container.
Jake wraps a thick arm around your waist and yanks you away.
You catch sight of Roque dead on the asphalt.
It’s complete chaos, pure survival mode for the next twenty minutes, deaf and deftly tying a bandage around Jake’s leg in an open, empty crate while he’s on comms and frantically hand-signaling you the plan.
But you make it. Everyone but Roque makes it.
Eventually, when the ringing subsides in your non-ruptured ear, Clay lays outRoque betrayed the team. Aisha teaches you a way to cup your occipital and tap to reduce the tinnitis. Pooch leaves to see the birth of his first child.
You’re left to ponder if Jake is a traitor, too.
Did he kill Roque to keep his own cover? Was he supposed to recruit you into his and Roque’s plan? Is that what he ‘should have told you’ so Roque wouldn’t need to kill you?
The possibilities haunt you. Is this why he’s kept you distant for months? Was Jake worried you’d catch on?
You blame your stupid crush for stopping you from telling Cougar your concerns. You trust Jake—or you want to trust him, so badly—so you confront him alone.
Dinner. At your place. Away from the team so he can feel safe to admit it. Away from the team so you can pretend your forgiveness isn’t already secured. You’ll deal with the consequences once you know the truth.
Jake seems an odd mix of totally psyched and forcefully reserved when you invite him and a nervous wreck when he arrives at your door.
It’s just pizza. You were too distracted to do more.
He doesn’t pick up his slice because you don’t either, running your hands up and down your thighs compulsively, then quietly asking, “about what Roque said…”
Jake leans back in his chair, leg bouncing frantically, rubbing at his neck. “Yeah,” he replies, eyes on the floor.
“Was he…were you his partner in that? Were you suppose to take me out, too?
Jake’s head snaps up, his mouth askew and brow pinched. “WHAT?”
“Just tell me the truth. I swear, we can work it out with the rest—“
“Is this what—what the fuck—“ he shoves the chair back and steps away “—that’s the reason I’m here right now? I thought you were finally gonna say it!”
Jake rips his glasses off his face and harshly runs his fingers through his frosted tips.
“Say…what? What am I supposed to say? I’m not the one Roque had a damn secret with.”
He’s visibly upset but with bugged-out eyes like he has no idea what to do.
“Well, I’m not a fucking traitor,” he mumbles.
Jake replaces his glasses and takes his phone from the pocket of his low-slung jeans, hitting a few buttons and tossing it onto the table. It slides until it knocks your plate.
His own recorded laugh cuts off quickly. “Okay, PC, what were you saying about Halloween? One more time,” and then comes another slow voice, “I should have told you before I died.
“I love you.”
Your whole body freezes, brain turning the words over and over until it occurs to you…that is your voice.
“I didn’t say that.” Your knee-jerk reaction comes swiftly. “I don’t remember that.”
Jake snorts without humor. “Got that part.”
You’re too stunned to speak. You can’t even imagine when you would have…oh god.
Jake rushes to fill the silence as you die inside, again, maybe more realistically because what.
“Did you at least think I was a badass, like, ya know, a sexy traitor or whatever? Or…were you gonna wrestle me to the ground after I ate a whole pie?”
You keep sitting with your mouth agape.
“You didn’t poison the pizza, did you? Right? Say 'no.' That’s overkill, or just, kill—were gonna kill me?!”
“I’D KNOWN YOU FOR TWO WEEKS,” you explode, bolting out of your own chair.
“Yeah,” Jake squeaks, “I know.”
“Two weeks, and then you taped me saying ‘I love you?’”
“But, like—“ his usually deep timbre pitches super high “…did you?”
“Why would you just sit on that, Jake?!”
He shrugs. “You weren’t exactly sober.”
Too much, too many feelings, all at once. You try to get away, to make a break for the bathroom, but Jake grabs your wrist and swings your momentum to the wall.
Your back hits with a soft thud, pinned in place by Jake’s chest. He’s not breathing heavily, but you are, pushing you against him repeatedly.
That just makes it harder.
Yes, you said it (you guess), and yes, you meant it. Jake, however, hasn’t said word one about if he feels some sort of way for you. Your brain can’t intuit his romantic inclinations two minutes after accusing him of treachery.
He’s…there, not moving, not speaking, lips slightly parted while he stares at you.
You clear your throat.
“You’re…you’re touching me,” you say softly.
Jake doesn’t skip a beat, gently tightening his hold on your arms. “That’s what I do, PC. Finger keyboards.”
You gag as he quickly shakes his head.
“What the fuck?”
“Sounds sooooo bad," Jake moans. "I’m so sorry.” He let’s go of you, steps back, and slaps his hands in the air frantically. “Wait, okay? That was not the joke. I can do it.”
“You’re sick, man.”
Jake rubs at his temples, muttering something about keys, computers, and Halloween. “Hold on...so dumb. This is why I was trying to record it! It’s your joke. You were laying on the bed and--”
“I would never say you fin—“
“He was standing right there,” Jake bursts, scaring you to silence. “Roque. When you said that into the phone, I mean, he was standing at the door and he heard.”
Jensen sighs. Defeated and deflated, he rests his hands on his hips, inhaling sharply.
“So at the port when… He aimed a gun at you and I just—“ he makes a finger gun to point over your shoulder, adding a soft pow sound-effect “—Roque was saying I should have told you before he tried to kill you.”
“About the recording?”
“No.” Jake rocks on his heels.
“About the joke?” Your voice is so small.
His stupid, beautiful blue eyes lift to meet yours.
“No, pin cushion, not about the joke.”
There's a horridly long pause of nothingness.
"Fuck it."
Jake lunges forward with startling intensity, fingers lace behind your head to draw you to him.
You don’t turn away this time.
His lips are soft yet determined, slowly pulsing to transform one kiss into dozens, and he adjusts everything—his height, his stance, his proximity to get even more of you in a single embrace.
“I love you,” Jake whispers, shifting to tilt you left while he goes right. “I should have told you ‘I love you,’ too.”
You promised yourself no attachments, but who are you kidding? You're such a loser, and you found your match.
[Main Masterlist; Light Masterlist; Ko-Fi]
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Can you please write Týr x Kratos??? It can be headcanons of fluff, smut, or both!!! Just write whatever comes to mind!!! I'll be thankful with anything you write for me!!! 😊💖💖💖
Tyr/Kratos- Headcanons
warnings; NSFW
Two words… SLOW BURN, first and foremost both are still deeply hurt and grieving. Tyr is fresh from being imprisoned and Kratos still reeling after Ragnarok.
Kratos is quite weary of the former god as he brings Mimir to speak with him. If anything the two don’t truly interact without outside help.
Awkward to the outside eye as they sit in an ominous silence around a camp fire.
The two find common ground when it comes to god hood and what it means. Learning from one another and finding solace in their differences and similarities.
Their relationship is a very slow but meaningful one in my opinion.
Occasional trips to other realms or taking time to hunt together. Quiet storytelling or quick “hello’s” when in passing.
There is no big gesture or ask the two simply just fall into place at each other’s side.
Tyr is the more openly romantic one of the two with physical touch and words of affirmation being big things for him.
After being locked away for so long tho he’s very hesitant about opening up to another.
Kratos doesn’t mind and often finds the gentle touches and closeness to be perfect. More meaningful than some swooning kiss could ever be.
“May I?” Would come his lover’s quiet voice as they walked together. And without fail Kratos would offer his hand to him.
Tyr’s larger one wrapped ever so delicately around his own as they continued on their walk.
One thing about this pair is communication and proper boundaries are a must. Very tentative and careful with one another no matter the occasion.
“Is this alright?” Kratos would mutter running his fingers through the giant’s soft hair. A soft hum of approval and he’d continue on twirling the soft locs through his fingers.
And in the morning when those larger hands massaged at Kratos’ waist, and soft lips pressed against his shoulder all it took was quiet “continue” and they’d be all over each other.
On his back Kratos looked through hooded lids as Tyr loomed over him. Legs spread wide and held up at his lover sunk deeper into him.
“So beautiful…” watching as his cock nestled deeper inside, kratos’ hole speared and puffy with glistening silk with every filling inch.
Tyr is so much bigger and it drives the both of them mad with lust. Kratos is a pillow princess and Tyr’s only cowgirl and the god can’t get enough.
Losing himself as he plows into the smaller man with each bed rattling thrusts. hands on his hips, pulling Kratos back and pushing into him over and over.
Kratos isn’t a loud man but with Tyr he’s a growling mess. Low moans filling the room to mingle with slapping skin and creaking bed frame.
These two have so much stamina it’s almost unreal how long they can go. “So good for me…” Tyr would whisper finally as he buried his cock fully, Kratos holding onto with dear life as he was folded like a pretzel.
cum dripping from his hole as and down his thighs. Eyes rolled to the back of his skull choking on a breathless moan as he too reached a mind numbing climax.
Tyr is very much a service top and lives to make sure his love is satisfied. Slowly pulling out and peppering Kratos with soft kisses. Lips pressed together in a soft kiss as hands grasp and caress the other.
Aftercare and just taking care of one another is simply a must as well. Relaxing in the bath some time later or cuddling up after a previously prepared meal.
These two are honesty just goals in my eyes. Very sweet and slow in a way that’s just perfect…
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A/N; WELL I finally wrote something!! Honestly I really do like this ship and maybe I’ll write more for em.
If y’all have any other suggestions feel free to let me know ! And don’t forget your umbrella<3
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Carpe Noctem 25
Warnings: dark elements, noncon, age gap, gaslighting, manipulation, violence, blood, other dark elements. Proceed with caution. (short!reader)
Note: Please let me know what you think as it helps me a lot with ideas and I love interacting with you all.
Part of The Club AU
“I think they’ll make great specials,” Cole says as he carefully uses tongs to set the desserts in the display, “you’ll have to write out a list of ingredients we need. Oh, and your receipts.”
“They’re in my bag,” you flick your lashes as you resist a yawn.
“Great,” he hands the tongs to Peter, “grab ‘em and lets go make an inventory.”
Peter takes the tongues and meets your eye. He arches a brow to say, ‘I told you’. You really don’t think much of it. Cole just seems a bit eager and a touch distractible.
You grab your bag and follow Cole to his office. He enters ahead of you and rounds the desk, swiveling the chair to the side, “sit.”
“Oh, it’s fine–”
“Really, I’ll be up and down,” he insists, “I want you to make your list. Oh, and the receipts…” he lets go of the chair and opens the drawer, “I’ll add it…” He takes out a binder with pages jutting out and strips of receipt dangling from the side.
“Uh,” you go around the other side of the desk. You sit as you watch Cole with his messy binder. That can’t be his filing. “Is that–”
“Everything, yeah.”
“Cole,” you lean your elbow on the desk and press your palm to your neck, “you need to back that up. Please tell me you have it on your laptop.”
“Huh, oh, no, it’s fine. Everything’s here. I’m a paper guy, you know?”
“Yeah? Look at this place. When’s the last time you had a fire inspection? The light switch in the bathroom crackles when you turn it on,” you say.
“Well, I wouldn’t know where to start getting this on the computer,” he stands straight, “I send emails at most.”
“Hmm, there are programs… I can show you. I worked as a secretary a few years ago. Wasn’t my favourite but I picked up a few tricks.”
“You? A secretary?” He grins, “what about the daycare?”
“That was after. I worked a desk to get through school.”
“Hmm, we’ll have to see. You might have to take the lead on the whole back up situation,” he slides out a lined pad from inside the binder, “here, make the list and we’ll go over what we already have after.”
“Right, sounds…” you pause and seal your lips against another yawn, “good.”
“You okay?” He asks, surprising you as he touches your shoulder, rubbing just a little.
“Yeah, yeah, fine,” you reach for a pen and he lets go. “Baking too longer than I thought.”
You laugh off the half-lie and incap the bic. You set to jotting out each ingredient as Cole watches. He finally backs off, sniffing as he checks his watch. You glance up as he gets to the door. He smiles at you and you give one an awkward one in return.
He leaves you and you hunch forward. You lean your head in your hand, dragging the nib lazily. Your eyelids begin to droop as you try to remember every little teaspoon. You haven’t slept well since… well, you didn’t even sleep much with Johnny.
You stop to rub your eye, shoulders stiff, slouching lower and lower. Your weight centers on your elbow as you droop lower and lower. You don’t feel the impact on the desk as you fold over and your cheek hits the paper. Your snores swallow you up into sleep, a coaxing rumble for your fatigue.
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You grumble as a pang ripples up your neck and between your shoulders. At first, the world is distant and hazy. You search for the last memory you have of consciousness and sit back so fast, you trigger that same stabbing pain again.
You reach to touch your neck as you come face to face with the office. And Cole. He sits calmly in a chair, one pulled in from the dining area, as he balances the binder on his lap. He glances up with his eyes, keeping his head bent.
“Morning, sleepy head.”
“What? Morning? How long…” you choke on your words and wipe your dry lips with the back of your hand.
“It’s just after closing. Don’t worry. Not a whole day.”
“What? Why wouldn’t you wake me up?” You try to stand and slip back down, tamping down a grunt as a nerve behind your shoulder blade zaps.
“You looked peaceful. And tired. Besides, I’ll still pay you. We’ll count all the time you took baking as overtime–”
“Why– Cole, that’s very nice but… I don’t wanna take advantage of you.”
“You’re not. You’re saving me. You have the best ideas. Specials and seasonal goods, and you’re going to teach me how to use Excel.”
You nearly laugh. This is absurd. Are you still dreaming?
You reach for your purse and find it open. You dig out your phone and check the time. Holy shit. It’s after seven.
“Hope you don’t mind, I just took the receipts out myself,” he holds up a handful, “didn’t touch anything else.”
“I… I forgot. That’s fine,” you push yourself up with all your strength, ignoring the plucking in your neck. You snatch up your purse and walk stiffly to the other side of the desk. “I have to go.”
“Oh, of course, you good to drive?”
“Uh, yeah, I’d say I’m well rested,” you scoff as you grab your jacket from the rack.
He stands as you don’t even try to put the jacket on. That’s just going to hurt even more. You face him as you fix your grip on your purse.
“I’m so sorry. It won’t happen again.”
“No worries,” he puts the binder in the chair and stands straight, “really, I don’t mind. It was kinda nice… comforting. I’m usually in here alone.”
“Ah, yeah, I guess, sorry but I got a drive ahead of me,” you try to smile, “I’ll see you tomorrow?”
“Sure,” his cheeks twitch, “tomorrow.”
You nod, regretting that careless gesture. You scurry to the door and he follows. You look over your shoulder, confused. Another mistake.
“Gotta lock the door behind you,” he explains.
“Oh, yeah, right.”
He follows you through the front, desolate and silent. The dark windows are jarring. You lost a whole day. It’s entirely upending. You turn back the latch but Cole reaches around you to open the door himself. You step outside and pause on the stoop, angling your whole body back to him.
“See ya, Cole.”
“See ya, h– uhhh, tomorrow,” he sputters, blanching as if he’s been caught, “can’t wait.”
You hold back a snort. He’s awkward but that’s reassuring. He’s not pushy like Johnny or Lloyd, he’s just a bit lost. Just like you.
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FSR rambles 19 traumatic things Link experianced
Pet him like a cat shadow.
At least Link's normal enough to get up now.
Awkward...
Shadow's like "Damn this is weird"
Link's selectively mute still but I'd struggle to talk with four dipshits screaming like cracked out squirrels in my head too so ya know, I don't even blame him for being shitty at communication with Shadow rn.
He's got his priorities in order: FOOD.
Okay but you know Link is mad his plan failed literally the day after he employed it.
I'd be pissed anyway XDDDD
The four of em fell asleep, wake back up and they're right back to square one, ground zero the shit storm he tried to escape from.
That's horrifying in a way I can't quite articulate. "Hopelessness" is the only word coming to mind. Like, everything he did, it didn't matter. It was all for nothing they're BACK to how they were.
His hopes that pulling the sword would fix it: Crushed.
The literal only difference is that Shadow's here.
Which, is BETTER but damn if the disappointment from Link isn't palpable. You can only imagine what's going through his head rn after all this shit, he's just defaulting to a LITTLE BIT of normalcy in making breakfast.
Shadow's back to defaulting to doing: well nothing.
He isn't helping Link and is just WATCHING. Smth literally just yesterday was ALL HE COULD DO.
They're both just defaulting to what they're used to because this shit is too weird.
Is nice of Link to make enough for Shadow though. XD
Haha okay I can get into this:
Literally Shadow and Link simultaneously know each other and don't.
In cannon: Shadow said ONE SENTANCE TO THIS MAN. A SINGLE THING. AND IT WAS MOCKING HIM LMFAO.
Yes Shadow had interaction with the colors but Link and Shadow: Nothing.
So of course he feels awkward around him.
They spent forever together and yet still feel so far away.
It's a tough situation.
Link pulling out the "you sure are quiet" is imo, him trying to be funny.
he continues with "thought you'd be more comfortable with me...at least considering how many times we've kissed"
Obviously this is in reference to Vio lmfao (...Also green but uh we'll get into that later). With Link's eyes matching Vio's.
Link is completely fucking with him and it's funny to me at least. Like he's so deadpan but he's being such a goof rn.
Though it is interesting to note how Link directly says Vio is him without any separation here. Since Vio also thought he was Link last night.
WHY WOULDN'T HE REMEMBER SMOOCHING YA SHADOW???
Shadow clearly not knowing HOW Link works is kinda hilarious but also, nobody knows how this works.
Link casually referencing what Vio said in the fire temple, it's much more obvious now he's goofing with Shadow rn.
Shadow realizing the obvious, that Link IS the same person he's been hanging around just mashed together is a small but good reminder. Like link isn't a stranger fully. He's still the four of them.
Shadow just asking "Is this for me" would seem weird but uhh remember:
He didn't have a BED. He's been a SHADOW for YEARS. Like. Shadow being neglected isn't new. So it's a sad notion but he is shocked he'd be given food.
Link kinda having a "Wtf u mean? duh it's for you." moment.
Also the bomb drop that Link knows about Dark Link...Oops.
Exactly what relationship/how he KNOWS about Dark is kinda, left open since he doesn't elaborate what so ever...
It can be assumed he just knows what everyone else does. Buuut. There's always that "but"
"Link what are you blabbing for they can hear you" - Shadow continuing to not understand how Link works. XD
I don't think it was mentioned anywhere before this but haha Blue was also in on the splitting Link plan. Vio and Red are the only ones left out of some of the loop it seems...But they were mainly worried about Vio catching on.
Link accuratly noting this nightmare isn't anything like the first time. Sorry buddy it's cause you're in an unrated comic by a weirdo fan vs any official Zelda comic. XDDD Which wouldn't allow 90% of what's in this comic I'm sure haha.
Also reasonable train of thought thought Shadow buddy about reverting back into a shadow. What a terrifying thought.
Aw Link's being sweet and- TRIFORCE
Yeah Shadow's sweating bullets considering uh the little fact Ganon said "Here catch, you're evil triforce of power man now"
Takes Link a second to remember back on that convo Shadow and Vio had about the triforce in the flashbacks. PG 179-182 ish if you're curious on brushing up on that.
Oh hi Vio.
I don't think a lot of people caught that this was Vio's design from FS. Which is why Shadow was SO DISTURBED to see him like that. Link's very all over the place mentally and it's showing with his appearance. He's unstable as all hell right now.
Blue chiming in with "Wait a damn minute" remembering Zelda ALSO has the Triforce on her hand.
Vio and Red are being obtuse/ignorant while Blue and Green know smth's up and are getting pissy about it.
Which just makes Link: All over the damn spectrum of emotion about this right now haha.
I'd get tonal whiplash too Shadow.
Link going down the list of things he thought Shadow would want haha.
and Shadow's gay lil confession that all he really wants is Link is sweet.
I mean what else does he have to strive for? He gave up on a lot of his old dreams as pointless after becoming apart of the endless cycle of hatred.
It's noteworthy that Link's outfit glitches to black again.
The line "Which you" was a very fun one to come up with. Because it just, hits ya.
Link isn't one entity. He's multiple. And he literally can't tell who Shadow's talking to in that moment. Because the underlying assumption (To Link and this will become obvious) is that Shadow really only cares about Vio.
All of last night is probably a complete blur/emotional whiplash around Shadow For Link.
Shadow threw a sword at Blue and was VERY hostile, was ALL OVER THE PLACE emotionally with Green mostly being bitter as hell, didn't really acknowledge red and Vio had a complete meltdown over his guilt surrounding Shadow and their friendship and relationship as a whole was all over the place.
Cram that all back together and what is Link supposed to take away from all that. Overall dude had a net negative experience with Shadow and now he's telling him he wants him?
I'd be confused as hell too.
Hi Zelda.
Safe to say that was inevitable given how badly Link was bugging out this entire time.
He couldn't handle seeing Zelda haha.
I don't think people caught Vio is just in his "headspace" outfit. Except it isn't pastel color palette.
Panic attack, featuring Blue. He was the most vocally insistent they draw the sword, was activly trying to force his way out of Link's mish mash body during that whole ordeal. The main take away is that: He HATES being In Link and that was just about the worst nightmare come to life for him.
He doesn't even want Red to touch him, which considering the way it's all but stated Link's magical body is just their bodies pressed together into one form makes the angle that they're all LITERALLY touching each other that much more...ehhh disturbing.
It's okay guys he just needs a minute alone-
Hah. Everyone's leaving you Vio. Doesn't press on the ol anxieties or anything.
Doesn't make it easy for a certain someone to come visit you.
Vio's insecurities focusing around being ALONE and himself are smth that's been fun.
He mainly wants to be Link out of pure selfishness and self hatred. Link is an escape from his own accountability, a way for him to keep himself in check. While Blue finds it to be an outright prison.
Everything Dark is saying about here Vio could also be applied to himself and even Dark says that. He looks miserable while saying it too since Vio's problems are starting to hit a lot closer to home.
At least we got Shadow to yank Vio out of his funk. But Dark has no one to do that for him.
Shadow petting Vio's face here while in a headlock is just, funny to me. Shadow can't affection properly at all lmfao.
But hey he knows when our lil buddy is active. Oops.
Oh the fun they have together alright. 😏
It'll be a real wet and fun time-
What the hell Dark is talking about is left pretty open for now.
But he is getting sick of just sad reactions to what he says.
He's nervous when faced with women. Same bro.
Green and Shadow begging for help on wtf to do with their new squid monster is pretty hilarious to me.
Vio's being perceptive.
"IT IS!?" yeah red. And if you were an interesting character I'd write you doing things. :D
HAH. TRAUMA. DARK LINK RELATED TRAUMA.
Surely that won't bite us in the ass later or anything...
Vio's outfit is very covered up because he's emotionally closed off yada yads I've mentioned this before.
This hasn't been brought up in the comic but Green is afraid of tentacles lmfao so his fear at Dark rn is warranted.
Shadow blatantly not caring what Dark is doing rn because he's busy
Zelda notices right away that Dark defied vaati which must have been weird for her in real time hah.
Shadow's instant response to what to do with Dark is "Murder"
Nice to see you've grown so much shadow lmfao.
Notice how Link being around isn't even the thinly vailed excuse dude just doesn't like Dark Link lmfao. Most of what he said to Dark last night imo was pure projection and again: Not because he cared about Dark. But now he feels like they have an easy to to get rid of him via Zelda. Doesn't have to confront weird feelings if the guy is gone ooomf.
Zelda isn't outright apposed to getting rid of Dark Link but is like "Uhh...But what about link tho-"
Shadow noticed his hair change.
I'm sure he noticed earlier, it's right in his eye sight but background detail of him actually looking at it like "Wtf?"
Also fun pressure to put on Green when he's strung out to shit rn.
HI DARK LINK! :D
Uhhhhhh. Okay then.
So Green's got murder trauma.
He's also just sick of the responsibilities piling on him like a crushing weight.
There's smth to be said about how Dark isn't a murderer so, doesn't have blood around his feet haha visual metaphores haha.
So clarity: Link as a whole person murdered the people who killed his father. And Vio and Green were the ones who had main control in that moment.
Hope that clears some stuff up.
Dark finds this shit hilarious because he's sadistic but Green snaps out of the panic to realize THIS GUY IS DARK LINK.
The moment Green switches from his helpless attire into his current fit was very fun emotionally cause this was the first time someone had ANY amount of control when facing Dark Link. (Excluding Shadow I suppose, in terms of the colors anyway)
Green being a badass is just smth I enjoy and the "Oh shit moment" was very fun to watch people react to haha.
Dark was so excited when seeing Green acknowledge him.
It really goes to show all of his "Nyeh you're such a shitty person" talk is literally not even his own opinion when it comes to the four colors. He's literally just repeating their insecurities and nothing else. Those words have NO BITE to them because Dark doesn't even believe it.
He's so excited to see Green because Green's the ONLY PERSON Who's truly acknowledged him in the head space.
Dark being so overwhelmed with joy he vomits.
Dark really doesn't have a lot of emotional regulation emotionally or physically. Like. The idea here is he's just, so excited he literally physically cannot handle that shit haha. I made a shitpost about it once but it's kinda just, accurate. XD
Green's like "Wtf is wrong with you"
because this isn't ANYTHING he thought he'd be dealing with considering how Shadow was acting/talking about him lmfao.
He was expecting Shadow 2.0 and got...This guy.
Guy who apologizes when acting goofy as shit
Guy who is excited to see him overjoyed even...After utterly destroying him not 2 seconds ago.
Just. A silly. Goofy guy.
It is fun to have Dark switch IMEDIATELY to depressed as hell thinking about how he's been so alone.
I would really describe Dark's excitement here as pure mania. because at the root Dark is a depressed individual.
Dark gives no shits when faced with death.
No begging or pleading for his life just "idk do what you want to I don't care"
Which, Dark Link's lack of care for his own personal safety has been shown off before and will only be a continued trend.
At the end of the day it shows a clear lack of self respect or care for himself.
Dark doesn't value himself.
Green's mercy here is rooted in his own selfishness.
He doesn't WANT to kill Dark Link because he doesn't want to hurt people. Which him and Vio did.
Green is ALSO very exhausted. And what you get is two individuals who would typically be at each other's throats, who aren't interested in fighting each other because they're just so worn out. The drive just isn't there.
Which leads them to being able to actually talk to each other in a meaningful way. And I just find that interesting.
Under different circumstances, these two very well could have fought here. XD
#FSR rambles#four swords returns au#four swords returns#four swords adventures#four swords manga#four swords#loz fsr au#loz#dark link#green link#shadow link#red link#zelda#fsr
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May I ask for OP hotties (Specially Croc uwu) on meeting their s/o's kiddo.
Like, they started a relationship with s/o and they told em "just so you know, I have a kid." Like, letting them know what they're getting into kinda thing.
idk if I explained it well oml...
Aww I love this 😄
Kizaru ✨: he would be fine with meeting his S/O’s child as he’s not one to judge and is open-minded even though he doesn’t have kids of his own yet. He’s cordial with the child and genuinely tries to connect with them. He doesn’t come off too strong but wants them to know that he wants to know them better.
Akainu🌋: he’s a little concerned on how the child would react to him since he doesn’t have much experience with children. He tries to get to know the child but it’s very obvious that he’s uncomfortable, it’s takes him sometime to be more at ease.
Ryokugyu 🌱: he’s way too casual with the kid and curses all the time, he literally gives zero fucks.
Fujitora 🐅: he makes sure to bring the child a gift and they bond almost instantly as he has that automatic dad energy that anyone younger than him immediately adopts him as their dad.
Sir Crocodile 🐊: he reads books that would give him an idea on how to bond with the child and also makes sure not to smoke around the child. He instantly becomes protective towards them and gives them advice. After their first meeting, the child usually calls him on his personal DDM and talks to him about random things and he loves it.
Doflamingo Donquixote 🦩: he is a lot to handle on the first meeting mostly because the child is like ‘Why is he dressed like that?’. It takes sometime for them to bond and when they do, it’s usually pretty loud and crazy.
Benn Beckman 🔫: he gives off dad energy so the child is at ease with him off the back. He doesn’t smoke around them because he knows it’s not healthy for them.
Katakuri Charlotte 🍡: it’s really awkward like making new friends for him. He knows how to take care of his siblings because he’s been around them from the time they were born but now this child doesn’t know his nature so it’s a bit tricky. He is super protective of them and they bond over eating sweet treats.
Killer🔪: he really likes kids but they are a little scared off him because of his mask so he tends to take it off around them. He tries to hide his laugh because he’s shy about it but when the kid compliments him about his laugh or his hair, they kinda hit it off right there.
Kaido🐉: the kid is terrified of him the moment they see him because well he looks pretty scary but when he’s sober, he’s very gentle with the little ones as long as they don’t like Oden or anyone that tried to fight him.
King 👑 : he’s nervous to meet the child as he doesn’t know how’d they react to him. The child is beyond excited to see his wings and his flame and wishes they had that too! This makes him smile and he offers to take them for a short flight which they happily agree to.
Queen👑: he’s excited to meet the child and asks them to help him with a song so that they could perform it for his S/O and he tries to keep it light. By the end of their meeting, they’re bff’s.
Izou🔫🔫: the child is in awe about how pretty he is and wants to compliment him but is too shy. So he just tries to get to know the child more and tells them about his childhood before taking them to get some sweet treats.
Dragon D Monkey 🐉🐒: he doesn’t really know how to interact with kids and has to get some advice from his colleagues before making sure to just be relaxed with the child and talk about their interests. It takes some time before they’re both at ease with each other.
Oven Charlotte 🍞: he brings the kid some freshly baked chocolate croissants and invites the kid to come to one of the bakeries to help him with some new recipes, the kid immediately takes to him and is literally attached to him from then because of what a goof ball he is.
Buggy🤡: he’s a complete mess when he meets the child because he wants to make a good impression but he also doesn’t want to scare the kid, however, the kid adores him from the moment they meet because he’s so funny. This warms his heart.
Marco the Phoenix 🦅: he’s a very lay back person who grew up with many different people so he knew exactly how to act around children and the child is comfortable and at ease in his presence.
Eustass Kidd🤘🎸: he acts like a tough guy but deep down he does care for children quite a lot. He brings a toy that he made himself for the kid and tells them they could build stuff together if they want. The kid becomes his favorite person after that.
Rosinantè Donquixote aka Cora-San💕: he loves kids and his clumsy self is something that makes the kid laugh. He and the child become best of friends immediately after meeting.
Who’s Who ❤️🔥👹: he doesn’t really like kids but he tries his best to be nice and buys the kid ice cream. He tries to not smoke around the kid but he’s really cranky.
Gecko Moria🦇: the child is creeped out by him but he is gentle with kids as he was with Perona and the child eventually warms up to him especially when he resurrects their pet dog.
Iceburg💜: he bonds with them by taking walks in parks where he could feed birds and other animals, the child feels more at ease around him when they see how gentle and caring he is. They also think he’s pretty funny.
Gild Tesoro⚜️🏅: he immediately is showing the kid with gifts and practically bribed them which works for a while until he starts to get to know the kid better, he eventually adopts a dad role with them.
Rob Lucci🐆: he is nervous to meet the child but he plays it off cool, it’s a little awkward at first but once they warm up to each other, they become good friends.
#one piece#sir crocodile#one piece akainu#akainu sakazuki#crocodile one piece#donquixote doflamingo#one piece kizaru#king one piece#killer one piece#rosinante donquixote#aramaki ryokugyu#fujitora issho#fujitora one piece#benn beckman#katakuri charlotte#katakuri one piece#izou one piece#kaido one piece#queen one piece#monkey d dragon#eustass captain kidd#charlotte oven#buggy the clown#marco the phoenix#gecko moria#iceburg one piece#gild tesoro#rob lucci#who’s who one piece#borsalino kizaru
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For whenever you feel inspired to play with him: Feeezy + pressed together in a tight space + “Ohhh, kitty cat, you have no idea what I could do to you.” 🫠 I think I just hurt myself writing this lollll.
Sweet Jesus, Siri. Fuuuuucccckkkkkkkkkkkk 🥴 This is giving A.W.A. Freezy before he took his princess.
Warnings: Dark AU, Prequel, Predatory Behavior, Housing Instability, Income Instability, Innuendo and Suggestion, Manhandling, Barely Edited. Minors do not interact (18+).
Word Count: 1,600
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The stone concrete of the park table bench grinds into your thighs. But it’s a free place to sit and spend your time. Plan your future—if you even have one. The coins spread across the table. You flip each one face up and sort them out. It’s all so bleak.
You check the time on your watch and sigh. You’ll have to head back to Vera’s soon. She’s not your first choice for couch surfing, but she always says yes when no one else does. Staring hard at the coins, potential plans formulate. If only you could land a solid job or two, not like the one at the hotel that only calls you when they need extra hands.
The cheery, mechanical tones of the ice cream truck chime across the playground. You glance up, the same Mr. Freezy truck that stops by every day. The same ice cream man. It’s no substance, but you get up from your seat for the soft serve, scraping every penny up from the tabletop.
You hang to the back of the line, arms crossed over your chest and gaze cast to your feet. Shuffling along, you finally get to the front. You glance over at the menu, catch sight of his back, his hands digging around in his freezer.
“What can I get for you?” he asks, tone harsh and impatient.
“Good afternoon, Mr. Pronge,” you say, clear and loud—knowing the exact steps to this little game the two of you play.
He straightens and spins quick, leaning out his window a bit to get closer to you.
“Oh, hi.” His lips tilt in the inkling of a smile. His tone far more friendly, though still not soft. You don’t think he knows how. “Soft serve?”
“Yes, please,” you reply with a nod.
He gets to work, eyes glancing your way every so often. “You want it dipped?”
“Yes, please.”
He smirks. “Been meaning to ask,” he begins, stirring the chocolate with a ladle. “What’s your opinion on stuffed animals?”
Caught off-guard by the question, you don’t reply immediately, though you keep your smile on your face.
“I, uh, I think they’re cute, Mr. Pronge,” you finally say.
He turns and hands over the cone. You thank him and grab a couple of napkins from the holder.
“Cause I was thinking.” His shoulders shrug, but his eyes remain focused, intense. “I have a bunch laying around and I got no need for ‘em.”
“Oh.” You stare at him a moment, shifting uncomfortably under his gaze, wishing you could accept. “I would love to, except I don’t really have space for anything right now. I’m sorry, Mr. Pronge.” You want to look away, ashamed of your situation, but you can’t. That wouldn’t be playing the game.
His eye glint behind his glasses. His jaw ticks. You wonder if you’ve upset him. A glance at your ice cream cone turns your empty stomach—free food.
You bite your lip and say, “I’m living on my friend’s couch right now. I can only keep what I can carry.”
Tears dot your waterline, but you sniff them away. Refusing to break down in front of the generous man. He already pities you enough to give you charity. One a day, everyday. You don’t need to look any more pathetic in his eyes.
“I understand,” he says, reaching out his window to pat you on the shoulder. An awkward gesture, but one from which you don’t shy away.
“Thank you again, Mr. Pronge.”
He hums and you take the first bite, teeth cracking chocolate. “See you tomorrow.”
You wave and back away. Already, your ice cream starts to drip down your wrist. You lick at your skin before wiping with a napkin. Another half hour on the park bench, then you’ll head over to Vera’s.
The lights are so low you can barely see. Music thumps around the walls, barely intelligible. No melody, all about the beat. Sitting at a table with your water, you watch Vera, strutting around the dance floor. She flits from one partner to the next. Her smile shines bright, and it makes you wonder whether she had been telling you the truth.
Trying to fix the borrowed outfit, you wiggle in your seat. The fabric clinging too tight to all the places you don’t want the attention. You glance around, people watching. Waiting, really, for Vera’s friend.
The flash of glasses catches your eye. Illuminated by the lights flashing up above. You squint. It couldn’t be. The hair falling around his shoulders, the colorful collared shirt. You’d never seen him out of his uniform. It was hard to tell. If only they’d make this place a little brighter. You shake your head and take a sip from your glass of water.
“You should be dancing,” Vera slurs. Her body slumps against you. Already intoxicated from a few drinks. She wraps her arms around your neck and presses her face too close to yours. “Come on.” She tugs at your limbs, but you stay put.
“I thought we were meeting your friend?”
She huffs and releases you, opting instead to cross her arms and pout. “We will.” You’re surprised she doesn’t stamp her foot with the indignation in her tone. “As long as you catch his eye.” She nods toward the VIP section and the man lounging on one of the couches, surrounded by women. “So, come on.”
You swallow and stand. This was not the opportunity you expected, but you’d spent your last cent today. You’d have to do whatever it took not to drown.
Following Vera to the dance floor, you take a deep breath, trying to block out all the bodies crushed together. They press and grind. You sway. Skin crawling at the perceived attention. A fish out of water.
You hate this music. You hate these people. You hate your life.
Your hips move from side to side, shaking off hands that grope and the press of strangers. You’re not doing this for them.
Avoiding the VIP section, you glance around the dance floor. The figure you spotted before stalking right around the edges. You move your way closer, but he continues his path. Like a predator in the wild. He scans every body and swerves around obstacles.
But you see him, now. The glasses, the downturn of his lips, the tilt of his shoulders. Mr. Pronge.
You lose sight of Vera in the mass of bodies, but you keep dancing noncommittally. Anything for the chance to save yourself. You spin around, hoping to carve out some personal space. Just something to keep the others away from you. Dizzy, you notice the approaching figure.
“What’re you doing here?” he asks.
You meet his eye and try to smile through your shock. “Hi, Mr. Pronge.” You lift your hand in a small wave and keep your body moving. You glance over your shoulder, searching for Vera.
“I asked a question,” he growls.
He steps forward, you step to the side. He keeps advancing. And it’s like he’s herding you where he wants you.
You reach the edge of the dance floor and his hand wraps around your bicep. Leading you away from the crowd and the crush. The volume drops lower and the relief it gives brings a genuine smile to your face. But it’s then you realize you’re pressed against the wall of a narrow, deserted hallway by the ice cream man.
His brow raises, waiting for an answer. You nod and glance around the small space. Chest pressing to his.
“My friend wanted to introduce me to someone,” you reply. Hands flexing at your sides. You wonder what you should do with them. Where you should place them.
“Why?”
“He might be able to get me a job.” You keep fidgeting, more nervous by the second with him in such close proximity. The moment dragging between the two of you.
“No one in a place like this has good intentions,” he warns, gaze burning straight through you—was that disappointment or contempt.
Your eyes drop from his in shame. “Thank you for the advice, Mr. Pronge, you’ve always been so kind to me. I should get back.”
You try to move away, to escape, but he keeps you pinned in place. His chest expanding with his breath, the buttons of his shirt straining. His arms raise, finding this place to bracket your body, one by your waist, the other beside your head. Swallowing the spike of panic that threatens to grow into an all-consuming wave, you meet his eyes again.
Something dark shines back at you. In the low light, his hunger finds you its prey. You freeze. Unsure of how to proceed. Balancing on a thin line. Still needing his charity.
“You shouldn’t quite trust me either,” he whispers, leaning into your ear, arm muscles flexing. You swallow a whimper. He inhales a millimeter away from the skin of your throat and chuckles, dark and syrupy. Your stomach drops, a mix of apprehension and appetite. “Oh, princess, you have no idea what I could do to you.”
Your tongue swipes over your lips. More thirsty than you’ve ever been in your life. You wait, heart pounding in your ribcage.
“I’ll see you tomorrow.”
And that’s it. All at once, he backs away. A scream echoes in the distance, above the cacophony of the club. Your head turns in curiosity. The music cuts and you turn back to the ice cream man, only to see him slipping out a side door and disappearing into the night.
Thank you for sending this over, Siri! I had lots of fun! 💜
#mr. freezy x reader#robert pronge x reader#mr. freezy fanfic#mr. freezy fanfiction#attic wives anonymous#dark#dark fic#✨rachel replies✨#stargazingfangirl18#18+#minors dni
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ohhhhh tuna that was sooo good! if you have the desire/time to do so, id also love to hear ur thoughts on aku and chuuya with dr. darling! and OBVIOUSLY i wanna hear ur idea about underground medic darling like u even have to ask that question.
mmmm so many thoughts on dazai having a crush on a doctor… his heel turn after realizing he likes them and coming back to the hospital would 100% give darling whiplash. he goes from spending most of his time glaring at them in silence unless he had a threat/insult/trick up his sleeve to excitedly babbling nonstop as soon as theyre in earshot. violently resisting even the most minor tests to being insistent that darling has to give him VERY thorough checks every time they see him. from chasing all darling’s nurses around the hospital (causing darling to have to give very awkward lectures on the dangers of getting “involved” with patients after catching them “getting to know each other”) to paying them no attention at all and only wanting to flirt with DARLING now. as an aside i know u dont usually Do male darlings but that last thing would be REALLY funny with a male darling cuz dazai would very suddenly go from giving darling one of his “i have no such tastes in men >:(“ tangents every time he so much as tries to take dazai’s temperature to coming on to him like CRAZY. like congrats on coming out but hold ur horses. hed probably leave his room just as often but instead of trying to get out of the hospital hes just trying to figure out where darling scampered off to. they left him ALONE while he's SICK and DYING! no he WONT go back to his room hes staying with them. he can help them with work, hes very helpful! he’ll even wear one of those cute nurse dresses for them if they want~
also i think chuuya would do the opposite thing with the nurses in this scenario in that hed start flirting with them AFTER he realizes he likes dr. darling. not because hes interested in them, he only has eyes for his cute doctor, but because hed be very embarrassed that darling’s first impression of him was “ungrateful, scary piece of shit” and it’d be his attempt to rehabilitate his image into “sauve, desirable guy”. of course when its time to put the moves on darling he gets nervous and falls flat on his face but hey he’ll get em next time.
(sidenote i have a really really long draft about psychiatrist! darling would u be interested in an abridged version)
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male reader is unfamiliar territory so im a bit nervous to try writing for them but! im always open to ideas u know. the bit about the nurses brought me flashbacks from the manga...the fact that dazai isnt bitchless scares me And yes anything you have to share i am happy to see
cw: yandere character
after the first interaction with dazai, you're glad to see him walk away. he was most likely your most unpleasant patient by far, with the screaming and glaring and flailing around, going off about how you were trying to kill him (and when you finally got sick of him and told him straight up there were easier ways to kill him here, he went all quiet and stared at you with his eyes bugging out of his head for a moment before going back to shrieking at you). honestly, even that would have been bearable, acting like a grumpy, overgrown child, but what made you cringe was his constant, annoying flirting with the nurses who checked in on him. too many times now you had to talk to them privately, not wanting them to get in trouble.
and things went back to normal, the usual kind of patients coming and leaving, and no sight of him.
until...he came back.
some part of you was convinced that he had been taken over by some entity. he had completely switched from all those weeks ago.
and it was honestly a little frightening. the injury on his leg was…really not so serious that he needed to be hospitalized, but he inisisted, and convinced the staff that he was really in dire need of a thorough checkup and rehabilitation for his severely wounded leg. you weren’t sure if it was his dramatic acting or the envelope he slid over to the receptionist that got him a room. what changed, you wondered, that made him become so desperate to be hospitalized again?
he was all over you this time, happily chattering away when you had to go in to check on him, instead of the previous smacking your hand away and groaning about his right to leave. it was quite strange considering how boldly he had declared you weren’t his type the last time you had to grab his hand to move it aside, shaking you off with an irritated look. even more bizarrely, he had completely forgotten about the nurses who he was constantly flirting with the last time, now treating them with such indifference, it almost hurt you to witness. he demands you stay by his side throughout the night, casually offering that you could sleep on the same bed as him—of course he doesn’t expect you to stay up all night! he also starts following you around outside of his room, walking beside you in his hospital gown like it was a perfectly normal situation. if anyone tries to drag him away, his previously playful expression turns scathing in a moment, and they would scamper away and leave him to torment you.
he’d have to be discharged eventually, right? once he no longer has an excuse—when he recovers fully—he’ll have to leave. how much longer can they entertain his presence when there’s people who actually need the medical attention waiting? when he is told he can be discharged, he instantly turns to you.
"come with me then," he says, like it wasn't the most absurd request you've ever heard.
“seriously, i can get you a better paying job. or you can just be with me, and i’ll take care of you.”
you refuse, obviously, but he doesn’t look disheartened. dazai osamu leaves after one last look and a promise to return.
#yandere x reader#yandere bsd#yandere bungo stray dogs#yandere bungo stray dogs x reader#yandere bungou stray dogs#dazai 🩹 🐟#yandere dazai x reader#yandere dazai osamu#yandere dazai#dazai x reader#ask 🐟#anon 🐟#bsd 🐟#doctor reader 🐟#dazai 🐟
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I think about this so much I accidentally made a spacedogs meet cute about it.
a lot of autistic ppl feel shy & awkward in social situations but NT's usually read us as bitchy unless we're actually being bitchy, then they usually think we're being cringe, dumb, or funny
So when I imagine Adam & Nigel meeting in a social situation, at some society party that encompasses academia & the performing artists/musicians crowds
I imagine Adam trying to keep to himself but inevitably being drawn into conversation bc his knowledge base is like a party trick to these ppl. Sometimes he bristles & snaps but they think he's being funny.
He tells jokes that are as much at their expense as he dares, small frustrated sharp toothed indulgences. They never realize, they never react at all, except Nigel.
The first time Nigel laughs at one of his jokes, Adam thinks he's being laughed at, his eyes jerk up, instantly clammy with anxiety.
Nigel is just smiling enthusiastically, he tips his beer in Adam's direction
"A-fucking-men. Who has time for bullshitters? Kill em all, let god sort em out"
Nigel goes back to whichever party attendee he was talking to like it was nothing. It probably was nothing to Nigel. Adam however was cast adrift. He'd never had an interaction with anyone like that, without that looming shadow of his otherness perched hulking between him and anyone else he ever tried to talk to.
He went over and over the conversation in his head, tried to find the hidden mockery, the underlying "god why are you so weird?" but couldn't find it. Did that mean it wasn't there? Or did he miss the obvious again?
After that Adam started paying closer attention to Nigel when their paths crossed. Nigel was handsome. He had an easy dangerous charm, always smiling, having a very good time. He was always with another very sexy person who hung from him like he was their salvation, at least that night.
Nigel was piercingly observant, clever. He never said the things he saw though, just smiled a crooked secret smile. Adam got a little obsessed with categorizing all of Nigel's smiles. There was the easy smile when he knew he had his audience in the thrall of his charm, the smile when he knew he was about to make some money or get laid. Those smiles were self satisfied.
There was the smile when Nigel thought the people around him were being a bit amusingly predictable or unimpressive. The toothy sharp smile when he was angry. That one was dangerous.
None of his smiles ever reached his eyes, not really, not any time at all... except when he was joking with Adam.
And what exactly did that mean?
Adam thought it might mean that Nigel was in a very real way, almost as alienated as he was, just better at hiding it. He was better at not letting the boring people know that he only thought they were boring or inconvenient or both.
Adam wished he was brave enough to ask Nigel to teach him how to care less, to show less. He could never quite bring himself to.
He felt to obvious to himself, like Nigel would take one look at Adam and just know the strange mix of envy and desire that was building in his gut.
He couldn't be rejected if he never asked though. So that seemed like his best bad choice. Not the best plan he'd ever had, but not risking the possibility that he'd misjudged was the safest option at least.
The night everything changed for them was a Friday, unassuming in most ways. Adam was socially at his limit that week. He didn't want to come to yet another fundraiser or overly extravagant dinner party really
But he even more so he didn't want to miss his weekly small dose of Nigel's joking with him (flirting, he was flirting Adam knew that, but Nigel was always flirting w/ everyone. It didn't mean anything he reminded himself repeatedly)
Then that particular tired night Nigel came in wearing Adam's favorite shirt, a whimsical one with adorable little dumb dogs on it.
It's so out of place on this dangerous charming man, Adam loved it instantly.
Unfortunately that night Nigel was also wearing some gorgeous willowy, tall, blonde fashion model of a man, named something like Kyle, Micheal, Jeremiah, or maybe Brian.
Something like that, Adam couldn't be bothered to remember.
Usually Adam only drank a little wine or beer at these events. It seemed a bad idea to risk his paper thin respectable, not quite acceptance here, on to much alcohol making him even more blunt and irritably overwhelmed.
But tonight, at the end of his very bad week, Nigel coming so prettily draped with this... arm candy? Adam couldn't take it
Wouldn't take it
He stormed over to the little catered bar area, composing himself. It wasn't the caterers and staff's fault.
"Can I get four shots of tequila, no salt, two limes-, Please"
The kid behind the bar blanched slightly, Adam was here as many Friday events as he could stand and he never ordered anything more daring then a hard cider.
His face must have looked the right amount of serious though, the bartender didn't try to make polite conversation over it. Good.
Adam steeled himself with his frustration, his righteous indignation. He made Nigel's eyes smile, not this beautiful hanger on who knew nothing about him other than that he was rich and handsome. It was inconceivably unacceptable.
He decided no preamble to mess up would be best so just handed Nigel his shots, the ones with the limes. He pointedly didn't look at very pretty Eric what's his name, just nodded a bit to formally at Nigel.
"I got these for you. I-... thought you might like them"
Nigel looked confused but not unhappy about this turn of events
"Adam?... what are we celebrating? Or is this the last drink before we go off to war?"
"I don't know yet honestly. I am trying to be spontaneous. I'm not very good at that"
Nigel chuckled, The honest one, the one that made his eyes glow happily. Good. Social contract fulfilled then.
Adam didn't look at his shots either. He didn't give himself a chance to second guess himself, just threw the first shot back past his tongue like it was medicine, with no chaser. He squinted a bit, stimmy growl humming through the burn. That was all right, it focused him in his body.
A a few seconds later his stomach stopped tossing around warning messages and was ready for the second one. He tossed that one back with medicinal efficiency too.
When Adam felt settled and calm enough to look directly, Nigel appeared happily stunned as he took his own shots. This obviously wasn't what he was expecting from Adam at all. He put one lime in his mouth to suck the bitter taste of alcohol away, offering Adam the other.
"You don't need a chaser?"
Adam laughed at himself a little, his wild misspent youth mostly involved mystery illnesses and constant pressing anxieties.
"No, I was a sickly kid, always having to take new medicines, deal with medical tests... "
Adam made intentional eye contact, looking up through his eyelashes at Nigel, leaving his mouth a little open, shining & wet
"I can swallow just about anything now. I've put much more questionable things in my mouth then tequila"
Nigel, for the first time in Adam's experience was almost speechless, still holding the lime out to him.
"You sure?"
Adam shrugged
"If you insist I guess."
Still making as sexy burning eye contact as he contained in his whole body, Adam leaned in, plucked the lime slice out of Nigel's mouth, and popped it into his own.
"I don't know, a lot of people hate bitter things, things that come on to strong, are to intense. But I've always loved them. They feel refreshing, centering. Personal taste I guess."
Adam slowly bit into the lime, skin and all, in a showy way just to watch Nigel watching him do it
The arm candy boy finally decided enough was enough
"Excuse me?! What the fuck?!"
Adam sighed deeply, neurotypical people were so tiresome
"You should just go away now. You're no longer needed. He thinks you're boring. I think you're boring. It's because you're boring. If you go now you'll still have your dignity though Jason"
"My name's not fucking Jason & I'm his date freak, you go"
That roused Nigel out of his amused willingness to see what Adam was gonna do, stepping slightly between them with a bristling, heavily controlled violence rolling off him
"Funny thing, he's fucking right. Any-fuckking-way, if you don't like fuckin freaks then you don't like me Jason. I think our night just ended. I'll call you an Uber. I'm not an a complete monster."
"What?!?! I can get my own Uber. What the Fuck is happening right now? MY NAME'S NOT JASON!"
Adam rolled his eyes, making sure not to flinch or shrink. The cold indignation helped.
"ok? Go be not Jason anywhere but here"
Nigel's beautiful date was livid, which Adam supposed was fair. Nigel just laughed at the whole mess though, like it was a relief, something new and entertaining.
"I'm sorry. I said I'd buy your drinks, a nice arrangement so I could do my job. I never said anything about marriage and a two car garage"
Adam didn't think Nigel really sounded sorry at all, even as Not Jason flounced away, cussing Nigel out loudly. Nigel seemed not even a little sorry. It was a relief. Adam hadn't realized he was holding his breath. He watched Not Jason go, turned to blink owlishly at Nigel.
"I'm sorry I didn't know he'd make such a scene"
Nigel laughed again, delighted.
"You didn't know he'd make a scene?"
"No, I have an ample amount of ability to feel shame. I would have left immediately if I was him, and I didn't know if you'd choose me. So I might have been the one who needed to leave. I'm sorry, that's probably the craziest thing I've ever done. I will probably freak out about it a bit later, depending I guess. But Nigel, he can't make you smile. I make you smile."
Nigel looked at him like he was some rare uniquely precious thing. A whole constellation of beautiful secret things, found hidden behind a taxidermy squirrel riding a tiny ski jet at a flea market that smelled like moth balls and stale chocolate.
"You thought I might reject you and you still did all that?"
"Yes? It's offensive. He can't see you, how much more you are then just this stupid party. I see you Nigel, every Friday I see you. Why can't I be the one..."
Adam trailed off, not quite brave enough to finish the sentence. Nigel had no such fear though. He pulled Adam close so he could speak low in his ear, semi private even in the crowd.
"You would be Gorgeous, they don't realize how funny you are, or how bitchy. I do, you're beautiful, but what I do for a living is pretty fuckin against the law. No offense babe but you seem the law abiding good boy type"
Adam felt an electric thrill shooting through his whole nervous system. He didn't read it wrong?! Nigel liked him too? Romantically?! The thrill made him braver then he would be usually
"Maybe I'm tired of being good. Maybe I want to be bad too Nigel... within reason"
Nigel snort laughed happily into Adams space, clearly endeared by Adams specificity
"Within reason, noted. Listen soo, the thing about not having a gag reflex? Were you being serious? Or was it just a come on"
"Yes it was a come on, yes I was being serious. I'm usually serious, even when I'm not being serious. I was serious about the reason too, I really was a sickly kid... that's... less sexy."
"mmmh Adam babe, don't sell yourself short. You're fuckin sexy, and hell with an opener like that. Work can wait, you wanna tell me all about that sickly childhood and anything else you want, Alpha Centauri?... If you're feeling inspired"
"you remembered I like the stars?"
"How could I not? You light up when you talk about them."
Oh, that felt so very nice. Adam threw caution to the wind, tugging Nigel by the hand back away from the crowd and the noise. He absolutely had to get his mouth on this man immediately. It was an emergency, a mouth emergency.
"I am feeling very inspired Nigel"
"Inspiration looks damn beautiful on you Babe. We might have to start a mutual inspiration club, only two members, very exclusive"
Adam barked a laugh at that very silly joke. I wasn't the type of joke a very cool dangerous guy makes, like the dumb shirt, Adam loved the dumb joke instantly too.
"Yes, ok let's do that then, sounds fun"
(years later they still called their anniversary mutual inspiration club, everyone always groaned but them, they're to busy being "inspired" to care what anyone but them thinks at all)
#spacedogs fanfiction#spacedogs#adam raki#nigel x adam#heu#hannibal extended universe#meet cute#flirting#adam raki has had enough#Nigel is indulgent and loves a little chaos
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Kyo and Momiji: interlude (part 3 of 5)
So, here are just some cute scenes from late S1/early S2 that also inform us of the nature of their relationship.
First, these gems from the Hiro episode.
Momiji immediately figures out what's going on when Hiro starts castigating Kisa for bringing the Mogeta DVD to Tohru instead of watching it with him. When Kisa expresses confusion, Momiji cheerfully says, "Hiro's being unreasonable!"
Soon after, we get this delightful moment:
Kyo: What the heck is going on?
Momiji: You're so dense, Kyo.
Kyo: Huh?
Momiji: Hiro was jealous of Tohru. He's trying his best, but he's still a sixth grader. He's awkward about his feelings.
(cut to Kisa and Hiro talking, then back to our faves)
Tohru: Ah, so I was his romantic rival!
Momiji: That's rough for you, Tohru!
Kyo: Huh?
And later, when Tohru sentences Hiro to "hug penalty," Kyo's response is adorably telling.
Kyo: Seriously? How is that a punishment?
Momiji: *giggles*
I mean, just look at Momiji's face when he calls Kyo dense! But also, it's extremely telling that Kyo trusts Momiji enough to ask him what's going on.
I think this interaction highlights the difference between their people skills. Kyo is good at getting a read on people; he can tell when someone's upset, when someone is genuinely happy, etc... but he may not always be able to verbalize what's at the core of their feelings. He immediately knows Hiro has done something to upset Tohru, but he can't make the leap to understanding it has anything to do with Kisa. I wonder how much of this was a survival/coping mechanism he picked up because of his status as the cat. He would need to be good at getting a quick read on people, especially his biological father, for his own safety.
Momiji, on the other hand, is very good at understanding the underlying things that drive people (knowing that Tohru values her mother when he wants to convince Tohru to go to the onsen, for example, or knowing that Hatori is really just trying to protect Tohru in Spring Comes, or- in this very scene- knowing that Hiro cares about Kisa more than anything), but either can't always tell when people are down and need to talk to someone, or just doesn't like giving space to negative emotions. I suspect this is because of his own traumatic childhood; he needed a narrative way to understand what his parents did, to empathize with them so he wouldn't hate them. He had time to reflect on and understand their perspective, even if it still hurts him.
Momiji uses his ability to understand people's driving forces to manipulate them (not necessarily a bad thing - he manipulates Hiro into apologizing to Tohru and returning her pocketbook by bringing Kisa into the situation, for example). Kyo uses his ability to read people in the moment to make sure his loved ones are safe and happy.
Something else I find interesting here is that the interaction between Kisa and Hiro is a bit of a microcosm of Kyo and Tohru's relationship, right down to Momiji's role as interpreter and catalyst. Momiji's the one who brings Kisa into the situation
Just a cute li'l brotherly moment between them in the episode where Tohru gets sick.
Here, Kyo, Tohru, Arisa, and Saki are planning for their Kyoto trip, and Kyo is being a grouch about having to spend time with Yuki. Momiji scolds him for focusing on that instead of the fact that he gets to spend time with Tohru (something we've seen Momiji scold Kyo for before).
Momiji: Kyo, you dumbo! You already get to go with Tohru! Don't be so selfish!
Kyo: Oi.
Momiji: I wish I could go with Tohru! I want to eat deer crackers with her!
Arisa: Can't eat 'em.
Momiji: Kyo, you don't wanna? You don't wanna do stuff with Tohru?
Kyo: Idio- 'Course I-
Saki: 'Course you-?
Arisa: 'Course you-?
Momiji: 'Course you-?
Kyo: Yeah! This is exactly how you all mess with me!
Arisa: It's out of love, I tell ya!
And this scene, after Mayu pours the bucket of water on Kyo and Haru, where Kyo scolds Tohru (again, one way he shows affection), Momiji translates for him/verbalizes Kyo's affection for Tohru again, and Kyo gets embarrassed (cuuuute).
Kyo: And you. Stay away from Haru if he turns dark.
Tohru: Huh?
Kyo: You can't be trusted not to get hurt.
Tohru: O-oh, but that would be rude to Hatsuharu-san...
Kyo: He's the one who's rude!
Tohru: B-but that's-
Kyo: Sheesh, you don't get it at all.
Momiji: "I couldn't stand that happening!" is what Kyo wants to say, I'm sure.
Tohru: Eh?
Kyo: Momiji! Get outta here! Leave! Stop blabbing abou-
It's worth noting that Kyo's scolding Tohru because she could have gotten hurt, and he cuts himself off when he catches sight of his beads and is reminded that he once hurt Tohru, too. Tohru getting hurt is the worst possible outcome of any situation for him.
Just another cute brotherly moment complete with a big brother noogie from Kyo.
The scene where Momiji takes them to the haunted house is also a great little moment showcasing the different ways they show they love Tohru.
Momiji: Here! This is it! Wow, it looks like so much fun!
Yuki and Kyo (internally): This... has gotta be...
Momiji: So exciting! Let's go!
Kyo: Hold your horses, kid!
Yuki: Why don't we ask everybody if they want to enter first? Like Honda-san.
Haru: She's speechless.
Kyo: That means no. Let's go home.
Momiji: Aw, Tohru, you can't? You're scared?
Tohru: N-no! Well, if you ask if I'm scared, I would have to say I am! But they say that if you clear your mind of worldly thoughts, even fire doesn't feel hot! I can't keep avoiding it!
Kyo: Actually, it's fine to avoid it.
Tohru: I'm going to enter and show you I can! Go me!
Again, Momiji wants to do fun things with Tohru, while Kyo wants to protect her.
Inside the haunted house is hilarious, too. Yuki and Kyo are both exasperated by the other three, and both of them scold Tohru for closing her eyes or trying to laugh her way through (like Momiji). Kyo teases her, too, which is always delightful. When she falls, Kyo and Yuki both offer their hands, then immediately start fighting. Momiji takes her hand and scolds the two of them.
Momiji: Don't ignore a girl as you fight! It's a no-no!
Kyo: Shut up, brat! Hurry and go!
Yuki: He's right, though.
Momiji is again telling Kyo to worry less about his hatred for Yuki and more about his love for Tohru, which seems to be a recurring theme. Hmmmm....
Anyway, part 4 will be the beach arc! Hope you enjoyed reading!
Momiji and Kyo: Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 4 | Part 5
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The title refers to the point in this chapter where Jace takes Clary to witness the Wild Hunt riding across the night sky. Which, I would’ve liked to believe, was more foresight in terms of the rest of the story whenever new concepts appear, but then I remembered the Wild Hunt will be relevant right in the next book. So not a lot of foresight after all. Disappointment more like since this is the first time it is mentioned in the whole of TSC.
This chapter opens up with Jordan and Maia in the Praetor House. They are feeling awkward together so Jordan goes to take a shower and Maia is left pondering on things.
→ What still is beyond my understanding is why Maia (and Jordan) are so invested in Jace. They have no comprehensible connection nor a relationship, and the last time Maia and Jace had any meaningful interaction, it was in City of Ashes when Jace antagonized the whole pack of werewolved because of his self-imposed angst fest.
→ “She sprung up.” Because adverbs < actual verbs
→ The shadows were closing in. Because filtering < not separating reader from the action
Maia then joins Jordan in the shower and they do the yucky-yuck. We cut to the Team Good where Jocelyn finally learns that Clary has left to join Jace and Sebastian. Jocelyn blames Simon for letting Clary leave so easily. Then Magnus tells Jocelyn that no one can stop Clary for doing what she thinks is right and that Clary is a great deal like her mother. Which supposedly serves as a burn.
I don’t know what it is, why Jocelyn must be called “Clary’s mother” every given opportunity (or Clary Jocelyn’s daughter for that matter) when we know who she is, and, for example, Maryse is mostly always called Maryse. I am sick of it.
→ of course Magnus must have known Jocelyn/her when she was young, (also thank you, Simon, for explaining the obvious.)
→ I also feel that recap to be incredibly unnecessary, so just: when she betrayed Valentine and the Circle. Because who are you trying to win sympathy points for here?
Isabelle then stands up for Simon and berates Jocelyn.
It’s worthy to note that Clary’s own decisions and consequences on those decisions are blamed on everyone else available than her. Clary is reckless because of Jocelyn trying to protect her, not that Clary has a brain or mind of her own, yet the blame never lands on her. I would regard this more leniently if Isabelle threw some selfishness into the mix, like “if her actions meant that she would get her brother back then so be it”, but as of now, it has nothing to do with anything else than other characters sticking up for Clary for the sake of sticking up for Clary because no blame, no matter what, will fall on her.
Also, when had Clary ever said that, and also once again, with their trackrecord, they don't know each other or have known each other long enough for Clary to make such statements. Are you sure you aren't trying to just tell me stuff again?
Jocelyn is upset and gets more upset, and of course her upset with Simon especially could be read as that she can’t berate Clary for making such dangerous moves at the moment. But none of that will ever come anyway, so I dislike this whole conversation no matter what.
Even if Jocelyn is trying to scare them with consequences of their secrecy (or rather, Simon’s) and punishment by the Clave, it’s still so counterproductive. The Clave has given up on Jace. Jace, currently, is to be killed on sight alongside Sebastian. What on earth does Jocelyn think the Clave is going to do to Clary who joined these people on her own volition once it learns her part in this?
Jocelyn throws a tantrum while leaving, and Magnus suggests they get to the summoning of Azazel, the Prince of Hell who makes weapons, to inquire about one that could separate Jace from Sebastian.
We then cut to Clary and Jace on their date and it’s all incredibly boring.
Nu-uh. The em-dash serves no purpose when the only following clause includes just one thing.
→ Jace and Clary spent the day wandering through mazelike tiny streets that ran along…
Ha ha. Straight men joking about being gay. Funny. Also tasteless and gross as to getting someone drunk for sex.
Nu-uh. There's a lot of these throughout the book but gotta point them out every once in a while.
Cut back to Jordan and Maia who have had their steamy moment in the shower and are now lying in Jordan’s bed. They are talking when someone knocks on the door and calls for Jordan to go see Praetor Scott.
Their whole interaction in this chapter has been canoodling each other, and the urgency to help Luke has disappeared entirely. No, they don’t have all the time in the world when they specifically came to the Praetor House to help Luke from dying which he is rather actively doing at the moment. Though Maia probably means they have all the time they need in general, not just in this moment, it is still put up against the urgency in the story, which does not work.
Team Good is preparing to summon Azazel. Simon laments how animals don’t like him anymore now that he is a vampire but Chairman Meow is unbothered.
This doesn’t really fit in here. It cuts the flow between two sentences that should be consecutive.
→ Simon was taking a moment to rest and drink some coffee; it stayed down well, and the caffeine took the edge off the beginning prickles of hunger. Magnus, as it turns out, hadn’t been joking about the candles. All afternoon, they had been helping Magnus set the scene for raising Azazel.
It’s still clunky, but at least the effects of caffeine that are so far removed from the rest of the idea in this paragraph don’t interrupt each other.
Magnus then calls for them—Simon, Alec, and Isabelle—to gather around. We then cut to Maia and Jordan, and I’m so disappointed every time that happens. Praetor Scott presents them with the cure for Luke’s problem. Then Raphael makes an appearance to complain about Maureen having gone rogue and how the Praetor Lupus hasn’t made any headway as to her because they’ve (or Nick who is assigned to her case) been unable to find her.
These are teenage characters, I'll give you that, but this is also incredibly juvenile way to discuss sex or people having it. The idea that someone has to take notice, an adult no less, is weird and frankly also gross. Why does Scott need to care what the hell two horny teenagers are up to or even comment on it or even take notice?
It's closely related to Clare's need to have her intercharacter relationships and intimacy validated by an audience. Someone has to see or know, and it is so tiring that nothing can happen without constantly bringing it into focus or it being treated as a newsletter.
How has Sebastian and the disappearance of Jace incapacitated the whole of the Clave—all of the Nephilim—that they are unable to even continue with their daily duties? Clave sucks and that is the message Clare does put forward a lot, but how come the whole entire earth is so unable to take action, to aid New York, since their Conclave is so busy dealing with this disappearance that they aren’t even doing anything substantial about?
The Clave has no structure other than the Inquisitor, the Consul, and then the heads of the Institutes that lead their own Conclaves. It’s inadequate and unorganized and this will not change no matter how much Clare complains about the Clave she herself created. No one calls for more structure, does not create more positions to take on the load. There is essentially no progress because I don't think Clare sees this as one of the many flaws of the Clave. I think Clare believes this to be solid organization structure.
Why didn’t Raphael handle this himself in the first place? Even if he wanted to utilize “legal” or professional avenues first, he’s still going to handle it himself if these fail, so why not cut to the chase? Because we wouldn’t know about Maureen otherwise, though this knowledge comes at the expense of Raphael being a pretty ineffective leader of his clan.
Then the rest of the chapter is about Clary and Jace and their date and their canoodling because that’s pretty much all they do in their one-on-one scenes. Here Jace takes Clary to a boat to see the Wild Hunt, and then they have to escape because the boat owner comes, and yep. A lot happens in this chapter but at the same time it’s filled up with a lot of unnecessary and stupid prose.
#Maia Roberts#Jordan Kyle#Simon Lewis#Jocelyn Fairchild#Jace Herondale#Clary Fray#CoLS Chapter 10#City of Lost Souls
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Nan's miscellaneous tips for first time raising chickies alone
[Picture this as her, telling you, personally]
- Once they start walking on two legs, or lady forbid, running around properly at all, start puttin dangerous or precious items away! They'll be in their active phase and you'll have to pull them outta every crevice. Keep careful!
- If you have milk drinkers and can't produce, please find a substitute suckler as soon as possible. Mild species differences aren't a big deal if you have bird folk around who nurse, but I wouldn't know if you should nurse a birdy chick on a mammal devil. Could be good or bad I just haven't figured out yet! They should make studies for this or somethin.. I mean we have plenty of crossover in the village anyway!
- Remember, for bitin early on, you push your finger in their mouth deeper, the gag reflex will teach em not to. For later on, recoil and go like Ooow! This is for when they should start understandin how to play nice. If you see em biting each other it's usually fine, but in bad situations you gotta cawk at them, maybe throw water.. Whatever gets them out of the immediate tooth-hold.. Then you treat any injuries..
- for clawin you should probably just trim their little knivers but it helps to have just something other than a nestmate to claw.. Their talons can itch when growing into em!
- If ya let em outa your sight for a bit you gotta remember the gather call.. Cawk every now an' then, hear where their little chirps respond from. If both reply fairly quickly you can continue what you were doin, but they might also come skittering to you. That's normal for a gatherin call, goes "Where baby", doesn't it.. And they tell you "Here baby"
- Shedding outa baby feathers can be awkward, it doesn't happen all in one stage either. They shed their Itty baby fuzz fairly soon, but will grow subsequent youngin feathers until they're what... Four to.. Something? They should be fledged by the time they're ten, they start reaching puberty soon after so they'll get any fancy adult feathers.. If your species has that, of course. The big shiny ones that take more to produce. You know.
- Oh entering teens is gonna be awkward too, they're gonna start learning new noises and grow bigger talons an such.. Their colors get more vibrant oh, I remember when Lassi started getting such a bright blue almost overnight. He was such a pretty fledgling. Siru was so proud of her talons but we didn't needa clip them since she went climbing around the wilds all the time.. They got worn.
- Oh oh, huntin drive, you should probably let em chase your tail or throw little bits at them on the floor when they've figured out the running part. They're trying their little limbs around that time. I recommend hiding food into a room and letting em sniff it out there, jus make sure you get everything cleaned after. They might try hiding food, or little trinkets they found. I guess this is more common for what uh, corvid chicks? I don't mean to generalize of course..
- Right, teenage.. They're gonna start smelling too, and leavin the house alot more. I don't have too much to say on this since we'd already moved further away from the village when my chickies got this time.. I'm afraid they might not have been interacting wit the community as well as they shoulda.. Bird devils need lots of company even if they're not close. The flock, you see. I feel bad about it but.. We made our choices.
#Character notes#Lore#Nan#My ocs#:)#I've been thinking of something like this for a while#It's fun to think about like. Bird devil species stuff
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more newsies uk notes!! 25/05/23 matinee, featuring george crawford as jack kelly
when davey was trying and “failing” to sell papes near the beginning, an audience member offered to take one, so he snatched it back and said “no, actually, not you” like he got too nervous and panicked
george jack and kath’s chemistry is fantastic. she sincerely finds him funny, and he quickly starts noticeably liking her too. he’s particularly playful with her, and just the same noticeably very vulnerable. they’re all over each other a lot after their first kiss (which is also fantastic and believably awkward)
jack and davey’s chemistry is also fantastic. they also become very physical once they get close - davey has his arm around jack a lot.
jack “honks” crutchie’s nose while he’s trying to cheer him up during the prologue. he loves crutchie So Much and crutchie loves him. jack also definitely touches someone else’s nose but i cannot remember the context or who. just trust me.
jack and race are BROTHERS. they’re rough with each other, jack shoves him off a lot when race is trying to bargain with him or convince him of something, until they finally hug in once and for all - and also do their move where they cross their forearms together.
george’s jack feels young and full of life - kind of like corey’s. he’s bright and mischievous and definitively the newsies’ leader, which is a role he fills very easily. he’s funny on purpose, and rarely takes stuff seriously, but is less immature than, say, jeremy’s when he does. he’s not whiny. he’s also Good at fighting, and not afraid of doing so. when he says the “newsies, get ‘em!” line, he and davey immediately make eye contact - davey’s disapproving and panicking, but jack brushes him off pretty coldly and very easily, like the fight is an inevitability and jack throwing himself in the middle of it doesn’t matter at all.
when les says his “doesn’t everyone [have parents]?” line, jack does a barely-noticeable scoff, like he’s trying very hard to feel annoyed rather than anything else
everyone is VIOLENTLY protective of splasher. when the cop hits him during the fight, that’s when all hell breaks loose.
if michael sings santa fe like he’s beat to hell and half delusional, george sings santa fe like he’s actively having a panic attack
jack is amazing with les. he picks him up a lot. he crouches down to interact with him. he immediately and sincerely loves the kid.
spot and race chest bump!!! they also really look at each other when they’re crouched together during once and for all.
when spot is leaving the rally with everyone after jack betrays them, she says “i knew this was a bad idea!” one of the other girls - maybe splint? - sounds very worried as she asks something to the effect of “what are we gonna do?”
jack often reads as much more heartbroken than angry. and during the rally where he’s trying to convince everyone to disband the union, he’s so visibly wrought with guilt and conflict, wincing after every sentence like it hurts him to say, but everyone’s way too furious to notice.
matthew and george both play trauma fantastically. jack goes directly into a flight response when he lays eyes on snyder, both when he first appears and in pulitzer’s office, and it’s real - an immediate break like a startled animal, wholeheartedly afraid. matthew goes into a freeze response when he gets a little too close to snyder while he’s being arrested, his eyes go blank and afraid and his whole body tenses. he coaxes himself tensely into laughter as snyder is dragged away.
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Our first Sundrop POV chapter!!! Enjoy this precious, handsome boi! :D
Credit for this commissioned Sundrop Headshot goes to wwispie on Etsy! As their shop is closed at the moment, check 'em out on Instagram by the same name! Their art is absolutely incredible!
Might be a little bit 'till we reach Moon's first POV chapter, but that headshot will be ready and waiting until then!
Ao3: Petals on a Stream of Stars
Act 1, Chapter 5: A Quest for Snacks
Tuesday
12:00 PM
Sundrop
Sun’s motors whirred as he waved goodbye to the last of his little sunspots, content to watch them all run off, giggling and screaming under the watchful eye of the two human staff members in charge of handling lunch today. He released a deep exhale, his body slumping forward, shoulders drooped and arms dangling. He loved his little sunspots, he really did—but he just did not have the battery to keep up with them all today!
Not like he ever seemed to have much of a full battery anymore, but still.
Turning about on his heel, he made his way over to the security desk, and grabbed a bottle of disinfectant spray stored there, along with a clean towel. No time to waste dragging feet; The Daycare wasn’t going to clean itself.
He’d start over at the gym mats, he decided, given how many running, sniffling noses he’d noticed during tumble-time today. Spring allergies must be hitting the kids pretty hard this season. He wouldn’t be surprised if a few of his regulars started calling out sick soon.
He sprayed and wiped down every tiny vinyl nook and cranny, refusing to allow even one speck of germ-riddled dirt to remain for the next group of kids to find. Humans were such fragile, susceptible things. A clean environment was crucial to ensure all his kids would grow up to be big and strong!
After he’d finished, he spared a glance to arts and crafts, and spotted his new coworker still hard at work re-organizing and cleaning her section, just like he’d asked her to. Already she’d done better than the others who Fazbear tried to shove in the position. Everyone else had been far more concerned with their phones to even consider interacting with the kids, and Sun knew upper management was getting tired of having to find new hires to fill the role. If there was ever a staff member he needed to ensure he made a good impression on, it was her.
A soft melody floated through the air from her direction, sweet and enticing for such simple notes, the sound commanding he stop and listen. She sang under her breath, too quiet for his audio detection system to make out clearly. The song was light, and cheery, but held a curious note of sadness to it. Wanting to hear more, he made his way over after putting away his cleaning supplies, careful to be soft-footed lest he interrupt.
He managed to walk right up to her from behind without her noticing. After waiting a minute, to avoid coming across as awkward, he attempted to announce his presence as subtly as he could.
“Why, don’t you have a pretty voice!” he said, injecting his voice in the space where she stopped to breathe.
Chrysanthemum jolted on the spot, her shoulders snapping up to attention. She whipped about to face him, her sharp, bright green eyes shooting daggers.
“Jiminy Crickets! God, Sun, don’t scare me like that!”
She clutched a hand to her chest, breathing hard. He flashed an apologetic smile, rays tilted backwards, and held his hands up in surrender.
“Sorry! Sorry!” He lowered his hands once she relaxed some. “Won’t happen again”. He gestured to the side with his thumb. “So, how goes it? Do you need any help?”
She gave him one more half-hearted, pointed stare before turning her focus back to the sea of tiny tables and chairs.
“No, not really, it’s all done. I just put the last of it away a second ago.”
“Ah, perfect! That’s wonderful.” He stood tall, with his hands on his hips, surveying the space with satisfaction. “I’d say it looks great! Thank you for helping. Why don’t you go ahead and take your lunch break now, get a couple of extra minutes of rest before the next shift rolls around. I’ll finish up the rest on my own.”
Her brows crinkled. “My lunch break? Oh, yeah. Right. Should probably eat something, that’d be smart.” She looked around the room, and tapped her arm. “Hey, are you sure you don’t need another hand? I’m happy to keep going, you know, if there are things that still need done.” Though she smiled, she appeared tense. Something was off.
“That’s very sweet of you.” He said, picking his words carefully. “But no, I’ve got this. Go take care of yourself. I insist.”
Her smile faded as she listened, and she looked aside. He waited for her to speak first. She’d tell him whatever was on her mind when she was ready.
“I… didn’t think to bring anything with me.” She mumbled, as if embarrassed. “Wasn’t thinking that far ahead.” Her voice rose in pitch. “B-But, it’s fine! I can just wait until I get back home later to eat. It’s no big deal.”
He recoiled. “And go that long without fuel? Oh no, no, no, I don’t think so! Kids forget their snacks all the time. Come on, come with me. We’ll find you something to eat!”
He reached straight for her wrist and tugged, guiding her towards the door. She squeaked in weak protest, but he held firm. Only once he saw she would follow of her own accord did he let go.
Out the Daycare and down the hall, he led them to the main crossroads on this side of the building. They walked in silence, the only sound to accompany their footsteps the jingle of the belled ribbons tied to his wrists. Sun watched Chrys stare at her surroundings with interest, and his features relaxed. To see an adult look at his world with eyes like that of a child was… refreshing.
Before long, they reached the first landmark, a large central staircase connecting multiple levels to the rest of the pizzaplex. Once they’d begun to climb the first few steps, a loud thudding noise echoed from out in the distance, each thud reverberating through to the floor. Chrys stopped in her tracks, head swiveling from side to side, stray strands of her red, wavy hair bouncing from the movement.
“Hey, don’t worry,” He chimed in, sensing her unease. “That’s just another animatronic. The others aren’t as, uh… light on their feet as I am. Have you met any of them yet?”
She shook her head no, her discomfort clear. He placed what he hoped was a reassuring hand behind her back, floating just a hair above to keep from actually touching, and kept them both moving until they reached the top of the stairs. Upon reaching the next level, he received an alert on his internal monitor, detecting movement approaching from the left. His rays fell the instant he saw who it was that stepped into the light.
Of course it had to be Monty.
“Well, well!” The Gator perked as he spotted them in turn. “Looky there! Vitamin D, I ain’t never seen you out the Daycare anymore! What’s it been, weeks? Months? Not that I blame ya, ya know, after all that uh… mess. Uh, so! How ya been? Kids recovering?”
Sun tensed, his fists tightening at his sides. This was not the time, nor the place to be talking about that day, especially with such nonchalance.
And in front of her.
Sun grit his teeth, doubling down on his composure as Monty clunked over, his green and yellow endo-skeleton shell polished to a shine.
“Our kids are just fine, thank you very much. I suggest you be more concerned with the kids in your own sector. Heard another fell into the river again. Didn’t they almost drown?”
“Ay now, not my fault if the pizzaplex didn’t install a safety railing!” He pointed a fat, clawed finger at his face. “Don’t you dare accuse me of being neglectful. Those kids are way safer with me than they are with you and your slash-happy brother over at the—”.
“Shut it!”
Sun darted, slapping Monty’s finger away and shoved his own towards Monty’s snout.
“You don’t get to talk about him like that, you hear me? Why don’t do us all a favor and go find some random display stand to destroy. Just as long as you leave us alone, we’re busy.”
Too little too late, Sun realized the error it was to reference Chrys in front of Monty the moment he saw those arrogant red eyes pan down to hers, shifting from rage to confusion to mischief. Sun sidled his hand slightly in front of her, a silent word of warning.
“Aye, wait a tic, who’s this? You steal a newbie or something, Sun? Heh, didn’t think you had it in you. What’s your name, cutie?”
Monty leaned down low, circumnavigating him. Sun kept his eyes trained on Monty’s every movement, ready to respond the moment Monty overstepped—which he always did.
From the corner of his eye, Chrys stiffened, her heart-rate rising enough to ping his monitor.
“Um, Chrys. My name is Chrys.” She said, voice shaky.
Monty flashed his bleached row of sharp, pointed teeth. “Chris? That’s funny. Is that a common human name or something? Seems we got a lot of those on staff. Can’t say it's my favorite, one of them is a righteous pain in my ass. Literally. Though you are the prettiest outta all of them here by far.” He took Chrys’s hand in his own without asking, and raised it to the tip of his snout, pressing to it a makeshift kiss. “Pleased to meet ya.”
That does it!!!
With force, he grabbed Monty’s wrist and squeezed, breaking his hold on Chrys’s fingers and shoved him away, sending the staggered gator backward a few steps.
“Hey! The fuck? What the hell is your problem???”
“Language, Montgomery. You know that kind of behavior isn’t appropriate”.
“Oh, come off it! Ain’t no kids here. I was just being polite with a lady. You got a problem with that?”
Sun stood firm in the face of Monty’s bared teeth. It paid to be one of the few animatronics in the ‘Plex with height advantage, especially given Monty’s reputation for acts of violence. “If being “polite” means harassing my assistant, then yes, I have a problem with it. Keep. Your. Hands. To. Yourself.”
Monty stared him down, before breaking the terse silence with a grunt and a roll of his eyes.
“I wasn’t… I was just… Gah. Whatever, Sun, have it your way. But you listen to me, filly,” He broke eye contact with him and looked at Chrys. “This one may look all brave now, but just you wait. When push comes to shove, he’ll freeze like a deer in headlights, leaving you all alone to drown. And ain’t nobody gonna come save you. ‘Specially not me.”
He emphasized his words with a sharp thumb jab, before shoving past the two of them, muttering “outta my way” under his breath.
Neither Chrys nor he moved until he had disappeared from sight, his heavy footsteps fading to a disturbed silence.
Arrogant lizard.
Sun took a deep breath, in an effort to reground himself. He couldn’t let Monty’s antics get any more of a rise out of him than they’d already had.
He turned to Chrys, examining her features for any lingering signs of distress. She looked him right in the eye, her cheeks dry and mouth set in a straight line. Not great, but better than the tears he’d anticipated.
“Miss Chrys? Are you alright?”
She refused to speak, instead continuing to stare at him with a blank expression. Her heart rate had fallen to a more appropriate level, but still remained higher than her baseline. She didn’t seem frightened, or upset, leaving Sun at a loss as to how to navigate this situation. Had he frightened her? Was she uncomfortable now? The gears in his gut clenched at the thought of her taking the Gator’s words to heart.
“I-I’m so sorry you had to see all that! Don’t let him get to you. Guy has no manners whatsoever.”
“Yeah. Thanks”. She said, arms held close to her, making her appear so small. She hooked a strand of hair with a single finger and fiddled with it. His rays drooped. The ease to which they’d interacted before seemed to be gone.
“Of course.” He said, reserved.
Sun gestured, and the two walked on in silence, him unable to resist looking over at her every few seconds. She kept her eyes to the floor, her face just as unreadable as before. Sun clamped a lid on his nerves, thinking it best to give her some space instead of forcing small talk.
Minutes passed, uncomfortable and drawn out, before Sun saw a light at the end of the tunnel; The marquee sign hanging above the entrance to the theater.
“Ah, h-here we are! It’s just a little further to the storeroom. Sorry for the bit of a walk, there’s no other way to go that has this much light.”
Chrys nodded her head, and ducked under his arm which held one of the heavy double doors open for her. It closed behind them with an unsettling click.
Chrys stood in the middle of the lobby, head tilted back as she took in the space. “Didn’t know the pizzaplex had a theater too.”
“Oh yes!” Sun said, guiding them down past the box office and into a red carpeted hallway littered with “staff only” signs on every door. “Plays, musicals, comedy, poetry readings, you name it! It’s catered more to the adults, but it’s been doing very well lately! It’s mostly just the staff who do the performances though. Saves money, apparently. Hey, maybe you could do something too! I heard that voice of yours, I bet you’d be fabulous at it!”
Chrys let out a conflicted chuckle, and turned away. “Uh, yeah. Sure.”
His shoulders dipped. He’d made a misstep again.
Following the carpet down the hall, they passed through a bare metal door, and entered out into a wide, concrete room, a stark contrast to the warm atmosphere of the theater.
“Welcome to the Storeroom!” Sun said, arms outstretched. They stood on a small, railed landing, connected to the center of the room by two small steps. An amalgamation of supplies sat littered about, some strewn across the floor, while some sat haphazard on the rows of shelving units filling the space. The fluorescent rod lights buzzed overhead.
“This space connects to multiple sectors of the Pizzaplex, so we all have to share it. All of the Daycare’s snacks should be right here!” Sun bounded off the railing and made a beeline for the leftmost corner. He popped open three different tubs, each causing him to frown once he’d looked inside.
“Ah. Seems as if someone has done some, uh, rearranging, since the last time I did a supply run. We might have to look a bit, but I’m sure all the snacks are still in here somewhere!”
With a nod of her head, Chrys stepped off to the side, peering around and into boxes without moving or jostling anything around too much. Her footsteps faded into the quiet of the room, her every movement gentle. Even with things that weren’t hers, she was careful, he noticed.
The sound of their individual shuffling filled the air, until his sensors picked up on the tiniest of voices.
“Hey, Sun?” Chrys asked, hands still on the flaps of a cardboard box.
“Y-yes?” He stopped what he was doing to devote his full attention to her, his coils wound tight in the seconds between.
“Who was Monty talking about? The one he called… slash-happy?”
Shoot.
He knew it was too much to hope that she’d forgotten that part. Sun chewed on his words for a moment, before releasing a sigh. Better to get this over with.
“Oh. Yes. Well, that would be… Moondrop. My uh, twin.”
He picked at his ball-joint knuckles. Her hands slid from the box to the shelf, where she let them rest, her brows furrowed as she looked at him.
“Your twin? I didn’t realize robots could have twins.”
He shrugged. “Built by the same person at the same time. Just like human twins.”
She nodded. “Guess that makes sense. Does he work in the daycare too, then?”
“Ah,” Sun tugged on one of his rays. “Yes and no. He’s in charge of naptime, but until the Midnight Garden is operational again, all naptimes have been suspended. He’s been… transferred to security for the time being.”
“Will I get to meet him?” She asked in a quiet voice.
He raised his gaze to hers, and hesitated before answering. In her he saw not a drop of judgment. No disgust. No fear. He matched her energy by letting his genuine emotions come through, without caring if he was being professional or not.
“I… imagine so. At some point.”
She smiled then, a widening of her lips that lit up her face. “If he’s anything like you, I think I’d like that.”
Sun’s own ever-present grin faltered, and his arms went limp. How can such a simple look hold such warmth and tenderness? He wanted to see it more, more than just this. She returned to the box she’d been originally rummaging through, as if she hadn’t just stunned him still.
With a hard shake of his head, he followed her lead and redirected his thoughts back to the task at hand. Focus! Based on the disorganized mess that was the Daycare’s shelves, he had little inclination to think that what they sought would be in any sort of logical spot. But the more he thought about it, the more he came to realize he might know of one plausible place to look; The lower dressing rooms. Perhaps the daycare’s food had been mistaken as a part of the theater’s concessions and moved there?
Checking to make sure Chrys would be alright before stepping out, Sun made his way through a series of shelves to the back half of the room, and found the connecting door to the basement-level dressing rooms propped open. Stepping inside, just as he suspected—and clearly labeled—were the boxes of snacks he used to help the kids stay energized between meals. Taking a quick perusal of his stock to ensure nothing was missing, he grabbed two strawberry uncrustable sandwiches and a bag of goldfish, tucking them securely in his pants pockets. Not the most nutritious meal, but better than nothing. He’d have to remember to come back after hours and return everything back to its proper locations.
As he turned around, the ripple of his reflection caught his eye, and he stopped to look at himself in the nearby vanity mirror. A hunched, rail thin, gangly figure in jester clothes stared back at him, the ruffled red and gold collar encircling his neck stuffy under such direct lighting. He’d never say it out loud, but he hated this outfit. Too fantastical, too outlandish, too… different. Sure, the kids like it, but often he’d wonder how bad it would be if he snuck some clothes from the gift shop, tried on something simple like a t-shirt, or sweatpants. Would some of the parents talk to him then, like a fellow adult? Or even some of the other staff members? As much as he hated to admit it, with Moon now… reassigned, he often found himself at a loss for company. Actual company. Where he could talk as himself. There were only so many safe topics he could share with the kids.
Least there was Chrys now. For however long she lasted before getting scared away, like had happened with all the others before her.
He’d just taken a step out of the room when his mind nagged at him to go back, that something wasn’t quite right. He shifted a half-step back, and looked around for anything off. It was then that it hit him; While he expected the main running lights overhead to be on, the room did appear far brighter than it usually did when not in use. The reason was easy to ascertain; Every single bare bulb circling the vanity mirrors was lit to full.
“Huh. That’s odd. Staff should know better than to leave those running. They’ll overheat and blow the fuse if left on too…”
Oh.
Oh no.
Oh nononononono!!
He dove for the table, fingers scrambling to find the light switch along the backside. Whether from the timing or his jostling, a low, ominous humming began to fill the room. The noise rose in volume, before climaxing into a booming CRACK that ricocheted and bounced off the walls.
The silence that followed was just as vast and endless as the darkness it brought.
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